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Assent Into Heaven by Sheila Anne Morgan Skip worked for "Her Special Day" bridal salon as a delivery driver. It was the only job he could find when he got out of high school. Not being very big he was never even considered for the more strenuous jobs like construction. At first this had disappointed him but as time went on he realized that although Monica didn't pay him as much as he could have made in construction he didn't have to work as hard either. Most of what he did was pickup and deliver wedding dresses, bride's maid dresses and formals. He also cleaned up around the store and ran errands for Monica. Skip had taken a lot of kidding from the guys when he first took the job but when they realized he was working with a lot of pretty young girls they began to think that maybe it wasn't such a bad job after all. This was Monica's busiest time of the year. All of the bridal shows were in the late fall and early spring so that the prospective brides had time to order their gowns in time for their spring and summer weddings. This was the day of her second show of the season and it was being held in a very swanky country club so all of the daughters of the rich and the famous would be there. She couldn't afford to mess this one up. Everything was loaded in the van and she was preparing to leave when the phone rang. It was two of her models who roomed together. Both had succumbed the flu which was ravishing the city. It was too late for her to call one of the modeling agencies as they were all closed for the weekend. She was already using the young girls from the store and was only leaving a skeleton staff as it was. She could get by without one girl but never two. Monica was trying to think of who she could call when Skip came into the office and told her the van was loaded and ready to go. She looked up at him as he broke her train of thought. "I'll be right there, Skip," she said as she watched him turn and leave. Just maybe it would work she thought as a smile crossed her face. She went into the backroom and began stuffing things into a case which she took out to the truck. "I forgot to tell you to take this one, Skip," Monica said as she placed the case in the back of the truck. Monica was in her mid thirties and had taken over the business when her mother decided to retire. She was pretty enough to be one of the models herself but she couldn't describe the dresses for the girls and their mothers and model one at the same time. Besides she wasn't quite as trim as she had been and none of the dresses they had brought would fit her. The rest of the models were already there and were distressed when Monica told them about the other two models being sick. The three girls who were there were very petite. Gina and Sonya, the girls who were sick, were bigger than any of them and the dresses they were to wear were too large for them. "I think I know who we can get to wear Gina's and Sonya's dresses but I will need all of your help to make it work," said Monica. "Who can you get on such short notice?" asked Cindy. "I think those dresses would fit Skip," said Monica. "Maybe you haven't noticed but Skip's a boy," snickered Beth. "Yeah, he doesn't have what it takes up top," quipped Faith. "I think we can remedy that with the things I brought in the case he's carrying in now," Monica said as she called Skip over to where they were standing. "Skip, I have a problem and need your help," Monica said. "Sure, Monica, what do you need?" Skip replied thinking she was going to ask him to run back to the store for something she had forgotten. "Gina and Sonya have the flu and can't be here today and I don't have anyone who can wear the dresses I brought for them." Skip wondered why she was telling him this. His sister had gotten married and moved away and all of the girls he went out with were petite like Beth, Cindy and Faith. He wouldn't have gone out with girls as tall as Gina and Sonya because in heels they would be taller than him. "How can I help, Monica? All of the girls I know are about Beth and Cindy's size," said Skip with a puzzled look on his face. "Their dresses would fit you," Monica said as she put her hand on his shoulder. "No way! I'd look ridiculous and everybody would laugh at me." "I think you'd look very pretty after we got through with you," Cindy said as she studied his face which still didn't show a trace of a beard. Beth and Faith both told him that there wasn't anyone here that knew him and they promised not to do anything to embarrass him. After Monica promised to give him a modeling bonus he reluctantly agreed. They had two hours before the show started and they took Skip into the room they were going to use as a dressing room. He had brought all of the dresses and cases in and the girls had their make up cases sitting by the mirrors. "Get undressed, Skip, so we can get to work," said Beth. "Hey, we can't keep calling him Skip," said Faith, "He needs a girls name." "How about Gina or Sonya?" said Cindy. "No, he needs a name of his own like Heather or Holly," said Monica. "Do you have a name you'd like to use, Skip?" "Heather would be fine. I guess," Skip said blushing a bright red. "Okay, Heather, get undressed. We don't have a lot of time," said Beth. When Skip hesitated to get undressed they told him he was just one of the girls for the next few hours and was going to get to see them undressed also. Slowly he peeled off his Levi's and tee shirt and stood in front of them in his Jockey shorts. "They'll have to come off too. You aren't going to wear one of these beautiful dresses with boy's shorts underneath," said Faith as she handed him a pair of nylon panties with lace around the top and leg holes. Skip turned his back to the girls and slid off his shorts and pulled on the panty. After the coarse cotton of his shorts it felt as if he had nothing on and when he looked down he could see the outline of his cock and balls clearly defined through the thin material. He didn't have much time to worry about it as Cindy wrapped a waist cinch around his middle and fastened it. Then she went around back and pulled on the laces as she had him hold his breath. As they sat him in the chair he could hardly breathe. Faith and Beth knelt in front of him and each rolled a white nylon stocking up his legs. They had him stand a minute as they fastened them to the garters hanging from the waist cinch. When he sat back down Cindy pressed a flesh colored blob against one side of his chest. It had a cool feel as she took his hand and replaced hers telling him to hold it there and don't move. She returned with its mate and pressed it against the other side of his chest and had him hold this one also. He felt ridiculous sitting there holding what appeared to be two tits to his chest. A few minutes later Cindy told him he could let go of them. When he did he looked down and saw two perky breasts on his chest. As he moved they seemed to jiggle just like real ones. Cindy took some liquid make up and blended the edges to his skin so that he couldn't see where the real skin left off and the fake breasts began. "Why do I need all this?" Skip whined. "I'm going to wearing a long dress aren't I?" "Yes you are, but your shoes are going to show and you can't have bare legs. Besides you haven't shaved your legs so the hair would show. And you are going to have to wear several different bras and we can't have one of your breasts slipping out of place as you're walking down the runway," smiled Faith. The three girls were very pretty and being models they were experts in the use of make up. Beth started to work on Skip's face as Faith and Cindy each took a hand. Skip could feel Beth smoothing a foundation over his face and then using various pencils and brushes she worked around his eyes, cheeks and mouth. He could feel the weight of the mascara on his lashes and taste the lipstick she applied to his lips. He wished he could see what she was doing. He thought he probably looked like a guy in drag and there was no way they were going to pull this off. When Beth finished Skip looked down at his hands. Each of his fingers was tipped with a long, perfectly shaped nail, which had been polished in a pearly pink color. Faith slipped a pair of white, satin pumps on his feet and they helped him from the chair. Cindy wrapped a strapless, long line bra around him and fastened it in back. "Heather, you need to practice walking in those pumps. Take short steps and place one foot in front of the other," Monica said as she headed for the door. "And don't worry. You'll do just fine." Skip walked towards the door. His ankles wobbled as he tried to get use to the four-inch heels. When he turned he saw his reflection in the mirror... at least he though it was his reflection. There was a very pretty girl with his haircut looking back at him. The girl in the mirror was equally as pretty as the other three girls in the room. But Skip was worried about his hair until he saw the blonde wig on the vanity. The three girls quickly got undressed as if there weren't a boy in the room. And to all appearances there wasn't. Skip watched as they bared their breasts and got into their frilly undergarments. Soon they were zipping up each other's dresses and helping with the veils. Then they again descended on him. A long, hoop slip was pulled up around his waist and then they slipped the dress over his head and buttoned the many tiny buttons up his back. The bodice of the dress was sheer, white nylon with a lace collar. The sleeves were also sheer nylon and lace and ended with a lace covering over the backs of his hands, which was secured by a band around his middle finger. Beth got the wig from the vanity and placed it on his head. She used bobbi pins to secure it in place. Faith came over with the veil and was about to place it on his head when Cindy groaned. "Damn, these earrings are for pierced ears." "Can't I just go without earrings?" whined Skip. "No you can't. A beautiful bride always wears beautiful earrings," said Cindy. "Now sit down for a minute." "What are you going to do?" asked Skip as he sat. "I'm going to pierce your ears, Silly. Now stop whining like a little girl." Faith handed Cindy a needle and an ice cube. Cindy placed the ice cube behind Skip's ear and pushed the needle through then she quickly replaced the needle with the post for the earring before doing the same to the other ear. Faith placed the veil on Skip's head and fastened it. Then they showed him how to carry the train of the dress so he wouldn't trip on it as he walked up the steps to the stage. The four brides entered the back door of the stage as Monica was welcoming the prospective brides and their mothers. Skip watched as Monica introduced Cindy and then Faith and they walked down the runway as she explained the various features of the dresses they were wearing. He would have to remember everything they did when his turn came. Then Monica said, "And our next model is Heather," and Skip walked out from behind the curtain. He tried to remember everything he had been told and had seen as he looked out at the room full of young women and their mothers. He walked slowly down the runway as Monica explained every detail of the dress. As Skip neared the curtain and Monica finished the description of the dress he was wearing she said, "I would like for you to give Heather a round of applause. This is her first time modeling and I think she makes a very beautiful bride." Skip blushed as the women applauded and then he went back to the dressing room to change into the next dress. The next dress had a deeply veed bodice which came down between his artificial breasts. It was an off the shoulder style with organza ruffles around his upper arms and the bodice. The skirt also ended in an organza ruffle. Skip knew now why brides always looked so happy. Any girl would be happy when wearing dresses like these. Skip was more comfortable as he walked down the runway this time to the oooh's and aahs of the girls in the audience. He felt like a beautiful bride and the smile on his face must have shown it as the girls commented about it when he returned to the dressing room. He modeled two bride's maid dresses before the show was over. When Monica finished describing the last dress the woman in charge invited them to stay for a light lunch. Monica told the girls it would be okay for them to wear the dresses they had on while they ate as she was going to have to have them cleaned and then sell them as samples. Now Skip really was uncomfortable. It was one thing to walk down the runway wearing a dress. Now he was going to have to mingle with these girls and their mothers. What if someone found out he wasn't really a girl. Skip stayed very close to the other girls all during the meal and only spoke when asked a question. Then his answers were short. Most of the guests assumed he was just a very shy girl. Skip was very aware of the dangling earrings, which bounced against his neck and the feel of the satins and laces as they moved against his body. He had always wondered what it was like to dress as a girl and he found he liked it. Everyone treated him just like what he appeared to be...a pretty, young woman. The mothers complimented him on how pretty he looked in the bridal gowns and the girls said they hoped they looked as pretty on their wedding day. Monica watched Skip as he stood with the other girls and talked to the girls and their mothers. She could tell by the smile on his face he was enjoying himself. When the luncheon was over the girls excused themselves and went back to the dressing room. Skip looked in the mirror and wondered how he was going to remove the make up and false breasts and nails. Cindy said, "Heather you're going to have to play your part just a little longer. If you change back to Skip now everyone will wonder what happened to Heather and maybe figure out that Heather and Skip are one and the same." "That's right, Sk..Heather, It'll just be until we get back to the store," said Monica. Skip pulled on his Levi's and tee shirt and then loaded the truck. As he and Monica pulled out of the parking lot several of the girls saw them and waved good-by. Back at the store the two women who had been left behind marveled at Skip's transformation. Skip found he was no longer embarrassed by the compliments he was receiving, he actually was enjoying the attention and really wasn't in any hurry to change back into his male self. Monica called Skip into her office after he had finished unloading the truck. "Skip, I have a proposal for Heather. This is going to be a very busy season and I'm going to need all of the models I can get. You did very well today for your first time. I would like you to model at all of the shows. There would be a big bonus if you do." Skip sure could use the extra money and he had really enjoyed himself today. He tried to look a little reluctant as he agreed. Skip used the remover Monica gave him to remove the false breasts and nails. He scrubbed the make up from his face and replaced the earrings with tiny studs. Except for the tiny stud in each ear he looked just as he had when he came to work that morning. He drove home wondering how he was going to live this dual life. That night when he went out with his friends he was wondering how it would be to go out with them as Heather instead of Skip. He took some kidding about the earrings but it wasn't unusual for guys to wear earrings in both ears so it quickly passed as the guys began trying to pick up the girls. Before the next show Faith convinced Skip he should remove the hair on the lower part of his body. She gave him a couple bottles of lotion and he used them the next morning before his shower. He was amazed to see his hair floating down the drain as he rinsed the lotion off. He wasn't worried about not having hair on his body as it was going to be winter soon and he would be wearing long sleeved shirts and besides his hair was so light and thin he was sure no one would notice. The day before the next show Monica had the girls meet at the store and get Heather ready. As they had more time they explained what had to be done and let Skip dress himself. The feel of the silky panty and the stockings against his hairless legs was a hundred times more exciting than it had been the first time. He glued the breasts to his chest and covered the edges with make up. He fumbled a little with the hooks of the bra after he nestled the breasts into the cups. Cindy sat him down and applied his make up. This time she took the time to show him what she was doing and tell him why. She said that next time she was going to let him do his own. Faith applied the long nails and expertly polished them as he watched. Beth handed him a pair of gold hoops for his ears and he replaced the studs. Then Cindy pulled the blonde wig over his head and fastened it in place. When Skip looked into the mirror his beautiful alter ego, Heather, was looking back at him. He got into the van with Monica and drove carefully to the convention center where the huge bridal show was being held. There would be displays from every bridal shop in the area along with photographers, florists, caterers and beauty shops all competing for the bride and groom's business. Today they were just going to set up but Monica wanted Skip dressed as Heather so he would get use to being around other people. Skip unloaded the van, being very careful not to break a nail as he lifted the boxes and moved them to the floor of the center where Monica's booth would be. He helped Monica set up the arches and displays around the booth. The only embarrassing moment came when he had to use the restroom. There weren't any individual restrooms so he had no choice but to use the public restroom. There were several women in the room when he entered, two in stalls and one fixing her make up at the mirrors over the sinks. He quickly made his way into a stall and lowered his panties and pantyhose and sat on the seat. As he urinated the sound coming from his stall sounded just like the sound from the adjoining stalls. Monica had suggested that he freshen his lipstick when he was in the restroom as that was what most girls did. After washing his hands he took the tube of lipstick from the purse he carried and applied it to his lips. None of the women paid any attention to him as he put the tube back in the purse and left. Skip had told his parents that Monica was getting him a room downtown so he could help with the show. What he didn't tell them was that he would be sharing the room with Cindy. He would be spending the weekend as Heather and Cindy would be helping him dress. That evening Monica, Cindy and Heather went to dinner. Heather was getting more comfortable with men opening doors for him and wasn't surprised when the waiter pulled out his chair. All three of them ordered a light meal. Monica and Cindy because that is what they normally did and Heather because the waist cinch he was wearing did not allow him to eat much. After dinner Monica treated them to a show as it was too early to go back to the room. Walking back to the hotel Heather thrilled to the click of her heels on the sidewalk and the feel of the cool evening breeze as it caressed his nylon covered legs. Back at the hotel Monica wished them goodnight and went to her room. Cindy and Heather went to theirs. Heather was pretty nervous as he had never spent the night with a girl other than his sister. "Relax, Heather, it's just us two girls sharing a room. There's nothing unusual about that. I do it all of the time." "There is if one of the girls just happens to be a boy," Heather said. Cindy threw him a powder blue, baby doll set and told him to get ready for bed. Heather washed the make up from his face. Cindy told him the breasts would remain in place all weekend and he should leave the wig on. He climbed into bed as she turned out the lights. The next thing he knew Cindy was shaking his shoulder and telling him to get up. She had already taken her shower so he grabbed a pair of panties and went into the bathroom. He did as she told him and used the shower cap so as not to get the wig wet. After he dried himself off he used some of Cindy's sweet smelling powder to dust himself before slipping on the panties and wrapping the towel around his chest as Cindy had done. When he walked out of the bathroom Cindy said, "You're really getting the hang of this girl thing aren't you?" "What do you mean?" "Well, you've used my bath powder and you wrapped the towel around your chest. Most guys would just wrap it around their waist," she smiled. "Well, most guys don't have tits or feel as pretty as I do," he smiled back sheepishly. Cindy had already styled her hair and put on her bra and panties. She sat Heather down on the seat in front of the vanity and pulled back the hair of the wig and fastened it at the crown of his head. She combed the bangs to each side of his face so they framed it and sprayed them. Then she curled and sprayed the hair at the back of his head until it hung down in beautiful curls. Sitting next to him she told him they were now going to do their make up. She laid out his make up in front of him and told him to get started. He picked up the foundation and smoothed it over his face just as she had done the last two times she had made him up. Next he lined his upper eyelids with a sable liner and then applied mascara to his upper and lower lashes until Cindy was satisfied he had them thick enough and curly enough. Using a sable pencil he arched and darkened his brows and then dusted his cheeks with blush. Cindy told him how to use the rose and lavender shadow to highlight his bright blue eyes and when he was done he had to look carefully to see any of the eye shadow but the effect was dramatic. He used a brush to line his lips with a color, which was just a shade darker than the pretty pink lipstick he would be using. When he finished he wasn't just pretty he was stunning. Even Cindy was amazed at how well he did and how beautiful he looked. Heather stood and dropped the towel and Cindy wrapped the waist cinch around him and pulled the laces as tight as she could get them. He put on his bra and pantyhose and slipped into the dress she handed him. The dress hugged every inch of his shapely body and the skirt came to about four inches above his knees. He stepped into the three inch heels and grabbed his purse and make up case and he and Cindy went to the lobby to meet Monica for breakfast. Heather's breakfast consisted of a glass of juice and a bowl of fruit, as he was so nervous he was afraid nothing else would stay down. After breakfast they walked to the convention center. Monica left them to finish setting up the booth and Cindy led Heather to the dressing room. The convention center had been planned for a variety of different events so it had several large dressing rooms where cast members or teams could dress. The room Cindy led Heather into was lined with a counter and mirrors on one side and the dresses were hung behind them. But what took Heather's breath away was that there were beautiful girls sitting in almost every chair. He had never seen so many naked breasts in his whole life. The girls were fixing their make up and changing into the lingerie they would wear under the dresses. A sudden shout brought Heather back to reality. Beth was calling them from their place near the middle of the counter. They walked over to where Beth and Faith were standing with Sonya and Gina. Gina and Sonya's mouths dropped open when the realized who the beautiful girl with Cindy was. Sonya looked at Gina and said, "Gina, we'd better not get sick again. We can't afford to have Monica find any more replacements who look like this," turning to Heather she said, "The girls told me you were passable, but you look more like a girl than most girls I know." "Yeah, it's just not fair," laughed Gina. Heather turned to Cindy and whispered, "I can't do this." "Sure you can. You did a great job at the last show." "That's not what I mean. At the last show there were just the three of you and you knew what I was. Now I'm in a room full of girls and the minute I take off this dress they are going to know what I am too." "Oh yeah, I guess we forgot about that," Cindy said with a concerned look on her face. Sonya overheard the conversation. "I think I may have the answer to your problem," she said as she dug in her case. She found what she was looking for and handed it to Heather. "Go in the stall back there and put this on. Be sure to tuck yourself back between your legs and then put your panties back on." Heather hesitated for a minute before heading for the stall. Once he had locked the door he looked at what Sonya had handed him. It was a very skimpy, peach colored bikini. He removed his pantyhose and panty and slid the bikini up his legs. He pushed his cock between his legs and pulled the elastic around his hips. The bikini was deeply V'd in front and just covered what was left of his pubic hair. In the back the material went up the crack of his ass and met the narrow band around his waist. He pulled the nylon and lace panty back on and looked down. All he could see was the flat stomach and smooth crotch of a girl. The peach colored material was invisible beneath the panty. He felt better when he rejoined the girls and began undressing just like they had. He was a little self-conscious when he removed his bra but the girls made sure they were around him so no one else would get close enough to realize that what they were looking at wasn't real. Beth helped him into the strapless bra and then helped him into the dress. He could not remember seeing this dress before. The bodice was deeply V'd and the petal shaped cups covered his breasts. It was covered with pearls and lace and hugged his narrow waist and V'd to below his crotch in the front. The bell shaped skirt was made from the finest lace. His shoulders were bare and the narrow, lace sleeves were capped with a fan shaped lace which went around to the back of the dress. After she had zipped him up Beth went back to the rack and came back with yards and yards of lace petticoats that she helped him step into and adjust around his waist. If his cock hadn't been pressed back between his legs it would have been helping the petticoats hold the skirt out. He felt so pretty and feminine he couldn't imagine any girl not wanting to wear this dress. He stepped into the four inch, white, satin pumps and turned to look in the mirror. Beth was tucking sprigs of baby's breath into his hair and he looked like he should be on the cover of Bride's Magazine. Heather took her place in line behind the stage and waited for Monica to call her out. When her turn came she walked slowly down the runway as she imagined she was walking down the aisle of a church. The center was packed. Mostly with brides and their mothers but there were also many of the bride's fianc?es in the audience. Heather felt the pull of the train and the swish if the starched petticoats as she moved slowly down the runway to the flash of cameras. Heather felt incredibly beautiful and couldn't believe how much she enjoyed wearing dresses and heels. After the show all of the models went to their booths and continued to model the dresses. Monica had set up archways around her booth and each of the girls was standing under an arch. Heather smiled as the girls admired the dress and felt the material. Just before noon Heather looked up and saw two girls staring at her. It was Alicia Johnson and her best friend, Kathy Knoblock. There was no way for Heather to leave without just picking up her skirts and running from the hall. Alicia and Kathy came over to were she was standing and began looking at the dress. Don't I know you from somewhere?" Alicia asked. "You look very familiar." Of course she looked familiar. Skip had gone through four years of high school with them and Alicia had sat next to him all during senior English. "I don't think so," Heather said. "Did you go to St Joseph's Academy?" she asked giving the name of the all girls' school Cindy had graduated from on the other side of town from Fairmont High where they had gone. "No, we went to Fairmont High," said Kathy. "It's just that we both thought we knew you from somewhere." Heather breathed a sigh of relief as the girls walked away. Cindy congratulated her later when he told her what had happened. After the show was over the girls changed back into their dresses and walked back to the hotel. Heather kicked off the heels and massaged her aching feet. "I don't think I can walk another step," she whined, "my feet are killing me." "You'd better be able to," smiled Cindy; "Monica's taking us out to dinner again tonight." Again it was a thrill being treated as a woman as they had dinner. After dinner the girls all met in Monica's room where they talked late into the night, mostly about girl things, and Heather was amazed at how easily she joined into the conversations. The next morning they again dressed in their wedding gowns and did a show for the prospective brides and then went to the booth where they showed off the dresses. Heather couldn't believe how comfortable she was getting at talking to the women who came to the booth. And she was enjoying the admiring glances from the men also. During the day some of the people from the photography studios passed out flyers to the models about their model portfolios. After the show the girls helped pack everything up and load it in the truck. Heather drove back to the shop and unloaded everything before she changed back into Skip and went home. Monica could see how much Skip enjoyed being Heather and encouraged him to dress as Heather as he worked around the shop. Heather had even graduated to being a salesgirl at the shop where she waited on customers and helped with the fittings. As spring had arrived it was now time for the summer proms and graduation parties and Heather was kept busy modeling prom gowns as well as bridal gowns and bridesmaids dresses. She wore everything from the sexiest cocktail dresses to the most beautiful evening gowns and loved the compliments she got. She often wondered what it would be like to wear one of these beautiful dresses to a prom or a formal dinner. Cindy had talked Heather into going to one of the photographers and having a model's portfolio done. Heather had been very reluctant until Cindy had the photographer's assistant call her at the store and tell her that they had done many portfolios for girls who weren't really girls. She said that even with false breasts they could make her look as good as any real girl. Heather was surprised when they went to view the photo that even in lingerie she looked like everything was real. As summer was coming Skip and Heather were coming to a fork in the road. Skip loved being Heather and wearing all of the beautiful dresses but soon it was going to be time to wear shorts and swimsuits and he wouldn't be able to shave his legs again until fall unless he wanted to wear long pants all of the time. Skip confided in Cindy that he was going to have to stop modeling for the summer and that he really didn't want to. Cindy suggested that he come live with her and then he could live as a girl and wear dresses all of the time. Skip told Cindy that the only way he could do that was to tell his mother and he didn't know how she would take her son becoming her daughter. Skip decided that it would be better to tell his sister first as they had always been very close and maybe with her help they could convince their mother. Skip was very mysterious when he called his sister and told her he was coming to visit. Her husband was in the Navy and at sea so they would have the time to themselves. Kathy lived two hundred miles away so Skip planned to spend the weekend. He packed a bag and then drove to the bridal shop where Monica had fixed a room for him to change into Heather. Over the past few months he had acquired a good selection of dresses, skirts and blouses because he wore them when he worked as Heather. Sonya and Gina had brought in some casual clothes for him to wear when he was helping Monica set up a show and with Cindy's help he had acquired his own make up. He packed everything he would need into a new suitcase and make up case and then changed into a blouse and skirt that always got Heather compliments from the other girls and the customers. Heather stood in front of the mirror and applied her make up and then pulled on the wig. As she surveyed herself in the full-length mirror on the door Heather wondered what Kathy would say when she realized who the pretty girl was on her doorstep. The girls and Monica all wished her luck as she took her suitcase out to her car. Four hours later Heather pulled up in front of Kathy's apartment after first stopping to freshen her make up. She nervously walked to the door and rang the bell. "Yes?" said Kathy as she looked at the pretty girl standing in the door. "Kathy, it's me," Heather said in the feminine voice she had cultivated. Kathy didn't understand at first until she saw Skip's car parked at the curb. Then her hand flew to her mouth and she said, "Skip, is that you?" "Actually it's Heather when I'm dressed like this, Kathy." "What are you doing dressed like that? Come in here," she said as she grabbed her arm and dragged her in the apartment. "Kathy, that's what I came to talk to you about." "I think you'd better start explaining. Does Mom know about this?" "No, I wanted to talk to you first and then maybe you'll help me talk to Mom." Heather explained everything to Kathy and told her how she enjoyed dressing as a girl and didn't want to stop for the summer. She told her about Cindy's offer. When Heather finished Kathy said, "Well, it looks like I'm going to have a new sister." "Actually I thought you should have a new cousin. Everybody knows Mom only has one daughter and they would soon figure out that Heather was really Skip. I thought I could use Mom's maiden name for my last name. We just have to figure out what to do with Skip." "Look," said Kathy, "It's almost dinner time and I was going to buy my little brother dinner. Now it looks like I'm going to have to buy my cousin dinner because my little brother didn't come. Why don't you get your suitcase and unpack while I change." Heather went to the car and brought her bag in and neatly hung the clothes in the closet. Kathy was amazed at how graceful she was in the four-inch heels and how feminine her movements were. Skip would have just left the clothes in the bag and not worried about the wrinkles. The girls grabbed their purses and Kathy drove them to a nice restaurant where they made their plans on how they would break the news to their Mother. Kathy watched as her erstwhile little brother took small forkfuls of his pasta and chicken. After stopping to rent a movie they went back to the apartment where Kathy suggested they get more comfortable before watching it. Kathy watched as Heather unabashedly took off her clothes and hung them in the closet. Then dressed only in a panty and bra she went into the bathroom and washed off her make up. When she came back into the bedroom Kathy could still see a pretty girl. Heather slipped off the bra and Kathy was surprised to see the two firm breasts on Heather's chest. She came closer and examined them. She knew about breast-forms but had never seen any up close and was amazed at how real they looked. "These must have cost you a fortune," she exclaimed as she felt them. "Actually Monica gave them to me, but I wish I had real ones like yours." Heather slipped on a pink baby-doll pajama top that Sonya had lent her and then pulled off her panties and replaced them with a matching panty. Kathy made popcorn and they sat on the couch and watched the movie and talked far into the night. The next morning Heather awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon and eggs. She wandered into the kitchen to find Kathy had everything ready and was just about to wake her. "Hurry up and eat," Kathy said, "and then we'll go shopping. You do like to shop don't you?" Heather was reluctant to admit it but she really did enjoy shopping and with the modeling pay she got from Monica she and Cindy did it often on their day off. Heather finished breakfast and went into the bedroom and removed her pajamas. She selected a white, lace bra and panty set and put them on. As they stood side by side at the bathroom mirror Kathy stared as Heather expertly put on her make up and brushed her hair. She then went back into the bedroom and got a white, scoop-neck crop top and a denim mini skirt. A pair of hoop earrings and athletic shoes completed the outfit. Kathy donned a similar outfit and they grabbed their purses and headed for the mall. Kathy couldn't believe how easily Heather shopped through the women's stores and lingerie departments. She even stopped at a cosmetic counter to buy some perfume and received a free gift of an assortment of cosmetics. Kathy commented at one time that she was jealous that Heather was getting more looks from the guys than her. Heather knew that wasn't true because the only apparent difference between them was Kathy's wedding ring. That night Heather showed Kathy the portfolio she had made. Kathy knew that it was natural for Heather to want to be a girl. She looked so beautiful in everything she wore. The next morning after breakfast Kathy asked Heather to take off the wig. She was relieved to see her hair was still cut short. She had Heather put on the top from one of her husband's uniforms and then she adjusted the cap on her head. Kathy stood Heather in front of a blank wall and too several pictures of her in the uniform. Again they dressed casually and Kathy took Heather sightseeing. They laughed and giggled just like two young girls as they took each other's pictures or had a passerby take one of both of them together. After an early dinner Heather drove back home, stopping first at Cindy's to change and tell her all about her weekend. Heather had told Kathy she was supposed to be in a fashion show in a couple of weeks. Heather had Monica send Kathy two tickets for the show so she could take their Mother. This was where they were going to break the news to her. Heather was nervous as she stood backstage knowing her Mother and sister were in the audience. Everyone knew this was going to be the big day and were very supportive. The girls had styled the wig into a most elegant style and Heather's make up was flawless. All of the dresses being modeled today were prom and evening gowns and Heather was given the most beautiful ones to wear. As Heather walked by her sister and Mother. Kathy gave her a supportive wink. Her Mother smiled at her but showed no sign of recognizing who the pretty girl in the dress was. Heather modeled several more lovely dresses and at the end of the show was standing at the end of the long banquet table when Kathy brought their Mother over to her. "Mom, do you recognize Heather?" Kathy asked. Nancy Brown looked at the pretty girl in the floor-length gown standing in front of her. "No, I don't believe I've ever met Heather. Did you go to school with her?" Heather smiled and said, "M..mom, it's me." Nancy suddenly realized the pretty girl was really her son. "Skip, is that you? What are you doing dressed like that?" "Mom, that's why I brought you here today," said Kathy, "I think you, I and Skip..er Heather have something to talk about." "I guess we do," replied Nancy unable to take her eyes off her erstwhile son. "Wait here while I change and we can go to dinner. I'll treat." Heather changed into a fawn colored suit with an A-line skirt and a bone colored silk blouse. She put on bone colored three-inch heels and grabbed a matching purse before rejoining her Mother and sister. Heather had driven the truck from the shop and Monica agreed to drive it back so they all got into Kathy's car and she drove to a fashionable restaurant that Heather knew her Mother liked. Kathy ordered her and her Mother a drink and they ordered before Nancy asked. "Uh Heather, what is this all about?" Heather explained how it had started when Monica was in a bind last fall and asked her to fill in for the two girls who were sick. She told her how much she enjoyed wearing the dresses and readily agreed when Monica asked her to continue being a model in the shows. She explained how she had to wear a dress when going to and leaving the shows so no one would know she wasn't what she appeared to be. And then how Monica had suggested she work as a salesgirl in the store. She told about going out in public as Heather and her weekend at Kathy's. "Mom, my problem is this. If I want to continue modeling dresses and working as a salesgirl at the shop I have to keep shaving my legs. With summer coming I won't be able to wear shorts and swimsuits if I do. I really like being a girl and don't want to stop for the summer or ever." "Why would you want to be a girl? Is it so terrible being a boy?' asked Nancy. "It's not terrible being a boy, it's just nicer being a girl. I love the feel of the soft, silky clothes and looking pretty. I like the way you and Kathy look when you're all dressed up. Even when you're not the clothes you get to wear are nicer than anything I have." "Do you want to have a sex change? You know that's permanent," asked Nancy. "Kathy asked me that too. I really don't know right now. I don't think so. Cindy has asked me to come live with her so that I can help her with the expenses. I could live as Heather all of the time and see what I want to do." "What are we going to do about Skip? He can't just disappear." "Mom, I think I have the answer," said Kathy as she reached into the bag she was carrying, "We could have Skip join the Navy," She handed her Mother a picture of Skip in a Navy uniform, which looked like the pictures that were taken after boot camp. "Heather could be your niece and change her last name to your maiden name. That way she can come and visit and no one will suspect a thing." Heather excused herself to go to the restroom. She picked up her purse and made her way through the tables as her Mother watched the feminine sway of her hips as she made her way through the tables. There was no denying she looked like a beautiful girl and the looks she was getting told her everyone else thought so too. "Kathy, what am I going to do?" Nancy asked her daughter. "Mom, I think you have to let her try it. She looks so much like a girl that you can't help feeling that it's right. She isn't about to do anything permanent and if she feels it isn't right she can always change back. I spent a whole weekend with her and she is more natural than some of the girls I know. You should see how confident she is in a dress store" Nancy laughed, "Skip use to hate it when I dragged him in one with me." "Well, he doesn't hate it any more. We spent a whole day shopping and she tried on dresses in every store." Nancy and Kathy watched as the pretty, self-confident blonde threaded her way back through the tables. Nancy knew that although she loved her son very much she couldn't deny that he seemed much happier right now than she had seen him before and she was sure she would love her new niece, Heather just as much. When Heather sat down Nancy asked, "Do you think you could help me look as good as you do, Heather?" "Does that mean you agree, Mom?" "I think that's Aunt Nancy now, Heather," Nancy smiled at her new niece. As the bridal shop had closed and Heather couldn't go back there to change the three women went back home. They sat for hours and talked about the future until everyone was tired. Heather had no clothes at the house that would fit her so her mother gave her a long, satin nightgown to wear. She was so excited she had a hard time sleeping. The satin gown was the most delicious thing she had ever worn. The next morning Heather awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking. She used the bathroom and then put on the matching robe and went down to find her Mother and sister already eating. "Good morning, Aunt Nancy," Heather said as she gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. "Good morning, Heather. Did you sleep well?" "Not really. I was too excited." "When are you going to move?" Kathy asked. "I thought I would call Cindy after breakfast. Maybe you could help me tomorrow before you go home," Heather replied. "That's a great idea. I'd like to meet Cindy, too. And I can spend today getting acquainted with my niece," said Nancy. Nancy and Kathy found some clothes for Heather to wear and they all went shopping for now Heather would need a larger selection of clothes. Nancy and Kathy could see that Heather had a good fashion sense as she picked out mostly casual clothes as she already had amassed quite a collection of business clothes. Before the day was over the trunk of the car was almost filled with boxes and bags and they made one final stop at the bridal shop to pick up Heather's other clothes. That filled up the rest of the trunk and the back seat. Early the next afternoon they took Heather's stuff over to Cindy's apartment and helped her put everything in the closet and dresser. Then Nancy took everyone out to an early dinner before Kathy went back home. The very first thing Heather did after moving in with Cindy was to let her thin and arch her eyebrows. The second thing she did was to go with Monica to her gynecologist and get a hormone shot and a prescription for hormone pills Heather took some of the money she had saved and traded in her old car on a newer Mustang. It wouldn't do to have Skip's cousin Heather driving Skip's car over to his mothers when Heather visited. Although the car was a couple of years old it was just perfect for a sexy, young girl. Heather loved getting out of bed and dressing as a girl instead of having to dress as Skip at home and then change when she got to the store. And on weekends and her days off she dressed in shorts, mini-skirts or a sexy pair of girl's jeans. She no longer had to live two lives and worry about getting caught by her mother. Everyone at the store could see how happy Heather was with her decision and soon she was one of the best salesgirls Monica had. In fact Monica hired a new delivery driver and had Heather working in the store all of the time. Two months later Heather went with Cindy to a beauty salon and had her hair cut into a pixie cut so she didn't have to wear the wig any longer. Although she did wear one sometimes when she modeled. Nancy had gotten along well with her son but she was now even closer with her niece. Heather came over often and they would go shopping or out to dinner. Heather complained about not having enough girl things and loved to shop. Nancy noticed she never bought any cotton underwear or nightgowns. Everything that touched her body was the finest silks, satins or laces. Although she had some flats and tennis shoes all of her heels were at least four inches.