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CALL ME ANDREA by Andrea Conover
My name is Andrew and I am an only child. My Mom is a single parent as my
Dad died when I was very young and I have no memory of him. Mom and I
love each other very much and there is nothing I wouldn't do for
her....and her for me. I make myself handy around the house and always
help her with the laundry, general cleaning, dishes...whatever needs to be
done. I am also a excellent student and usually get straight A's on my
report cards.
I very much favor her. We have the same frame size, skintone, eye and
hair color and general features. I try to emulate her whenever possible.
As an example, I wear my hair long. Around the house, I center part it
and when out and about, I wear it in a ponytail. Mom sees a beautician,
Margie, every Saturday and I tag along once a month for a trim. I use the
same shampoo and hair conditioner as my Mom. I wash it daily, so it is
always clean, shiney and neatly combed.
When I was rising junior in high school on summer vacation, I asked Mom if
I could get my ears pierced just like hers and she consented. Thenafter I
always wore gold studs in my ears.
When I was a rising senior, Mom and I went to the beach for a one week
vacation. I was rubbing suntan lotion on her back and said, "Mom, I wish
my skin was as soft and smooth as yours."
And she relied, "It can be. All you have to to do is moisturize twice
daily with my moistruring cream and your skin will get softer with time.
As to smoothness, you'll have to shave your body hair. Do you want me to
show you how?"
I replied, "Yes, please." So that night, in our motel room, she showed me
how to shave my body hair. My arms and chest have no hair to speak of, so
we only shaved my underarms and legs. I must confess, smooth skin felt
really good. I liked it alot and continued shaving, usually every other
day in my morning shower. I moisturized after my shower and just before
bed nightly.
That year I graduated high school with honors and applied to our community
college as I did not want to leave home, but chose instead to live at home
and commute to school. The Friday after graduation, I went into Mom's
bedroom to kiss her good night and she was sitting at her vanity rolling
her hair and I asked her if she would roll mine so I could see how my hair
would look wavey instead of straight. She agree to and moistened my hair
and put it onto rollers, twenty or so. Then she covered the rollers with
a hair net to keep everything in place while I slept.
The next morning I woke early and went downstairs for a bowl of cereal.
Mom came in the kitchen shortly after and said, "You look just like me
when I was your age. Would you like to see what you'd look like dressed
as a little girl?"
I said, "That would be fun.. Let's try it."
After she finished her breakfast, we went upstairs to her bedroom. I took
off my pajames and slipped into one of her robes. She then told me to
shower, moisterize and to wear a shower cap to keep my hair dry. Then she
sat me at her vanity and painted my toenails bright red. Then she shaped
my fingernails and painted them as well,instructing me not to touch
anything until they dried. Next was my face. She tweezed my eyebrows and
appled a foudation followed by highlighter, eyeshadows, mascara and face
powder. I removed her robe and stepped into some panties followed by a
long line bra, 34C, a waist cincher and a padded panty girdle, all white.
she then showed me how to put silicone breat forms into the bra cups. I
asked her where the padded girdle and breast forms came from as she
certainly didn't need them and she said, "Let's just say I saw this
coming."
Next came a pair of suntan colored stockings. She showed me how to roll
the girdle cuffs up and afix the garters to the stockings. I next pulled
a full white slip over my head and took a seat at her vanity. She removed
my hairnet, unpinned her rollers and combed out my hair into a pretty set
of wavey hair. She sprayed it lightly to keep everything in place and
gave me a pair of her gold hoops to put in my ears in place of my studs.
Next, I stepped into a chcolate brown dress. It was above the knee in
length with a straight skirt, sleeveless, round lacy neck, and with a
figure hugging bodice. Mom zipped me up and I sat down to put on a pair of
open toe slingbacks with 4" stilleto heels. I must confess, I took to
heels like a duck to water and had absolutely no problem walking in heels.
Mom finished me off with lipstick, perfume, a necklace, a braclet, a
cocktail ring and watch. Standing in front of the mirror, all traces of
Andrew were gone. I looked like a 20 something year old girl.
We went back downstairs for another cup of coffee. she showed me how to
smooth my skirt before sitting, how keep my knees together and to cross my
legs. Everything felt just great. I was amazed how wonderful the
clothing felt...not anything like my regular clothes.
"Well," she said, "let's go shopping."
I replied, "Mom, I can't go out like this. What will people say?"
She said, "They'll probably say nothing but will think how nice, a mother
and daughter shopping and dressed so well." With trepitation, I agreed.
She gave me a brown purse, put some makeup and a sanitary napkin in it and
off we went. Our first stop was the grocery store. I pushed the cart and
she made the food selections. After shopping (without incident, she was
right) we went to lunch where we both had a salad and tea. We both had to
pee, so we went too the ladies room. On the way, she reminded me to sit,
not stand. After peeing, we washed our hands and refreshed our lipsticks.
The next stop was Margie's for her standing 2 PM Saturday appointment.
When we entered, Margie greeted us at the front desk. Mom introduced me
as her new daughter, Andrea. Margie's jaw dropped and you could have
pushed her over with a feather. She asked, "How did this happen?" and Mom
proceed to explain the events from last night and this morning. Margie
kept repeating "Oh my God" and "My goodness." Then she started
complimenting me on my appearance and manner. She said no one would ever
suspect that I was not a real girl. I sat down in the lobby while Mom put
on a smock and sat in Margie's styling chair. I could not hear their
conversation while I read a hair fashion magazine. About 30 minutes
later, Mom, in rollers, called me to join them. She said, "Margie has a
deal for you. Hear her out please."
Margie said, "My recepionist/bookeeper has resigned because her husband
just got a promotion and transer. They are moving from the area and I
need a new recpionist. Would you be interested in the job for the summer?
It pays $12/hour. Your hours will be from 8 to 5 with an hour for lunch.
Before you answer, there are some rules. You must wear a uniform like
everyone else. Heels and hose are required and you must have your hair
colored and permed...tasteful makeup, of course".
I asked Mom her thoughts and she said, "Get it a try. It sound like fun
and you'll earn some spending money."
I said, "OK, let's try it."
Margie said, "Deal. I'll get you a uniform and I'll see you Monday at 10.
Size 8? We're closed Sunday and Monday, but I'll come in on Monday and do
your color and body perm. Be sure to wear hose, heels and your uniform.
Don't wash your hair. I'll do it here. I'm going to ask Kim, my nail
girl, to give you a manicure today since she's free now and won't have to
come in on her day off."
So the deal was done. Kim came over and took me to her nail station where
she applied a set of acrylic overlays, backfilled, shaped and repainted my
nails after removing my original polish from the morning. The whole
process took about 45 minutes. Mom was done and we left Margie's and
drove home.
We unloaded the car and put the groceries away. Mom said, "Let's go out
to dinner tonight to celebrate your new job." And that's what we did.
But first, we had to dress for dinner. We went upstairs and Mom pulled
out two similair outfits from her closet. Both were black silk evening
dresses and two pairs of black shoes, both open toe slingbacks with 4"
heels. Mom redid my makeup explaining the difference between daytime and
nighttime makeup and how to add a little more emphasis to my eyes.
We dined at a small French restaurant about 5 miles from home and I even
had a glass of champagne. It was delightful. I must confess, I was
enjoying my new role.
Sunday was hang around the house and do chores day and I did my chores in
heels and hose with a simple cotton skirt and blouse. Mom insisted I do
my makeup because I needed the practice. We finished our chores in a
timely manner and spent the rest of the day lounging around, reading and
watching TV...all in heels and hose.
Monday morning, I showered, shaved, moisturized and dressed for my day
with Margie. I arrived on time and Margie was there to greet me. she
wasted no time and gave me a smock to protect my uniform from splashes. I
sat in her chair and she went to work on my hair. She explained that I
was going to be a blonde with a wavey body perm. Three or so hours later,
she was done and asked me what style I preferred. I said, "I'd like an
updo."
She said, "How about a French twist?"
And I said, "Fine." So she started rolling and when she was done, I went
under the dryer while she cleaned up her station. About 30 minutes later,
I was back in her chair and she did her magic. When she was done, she
took me into her back room where she was heating a pot of wax. She said
she was going to shape my eyebrows. She painted the wax on my unwanted
brows and covered the wax, while still hot, with a piece of gauze. When
the wax hardened, she tore the gauze off my forehead and with it, the
unwanted brows. Then she smeared some white paste over my remaining brows
explaining that paste would bleach my remaining brows to match my hair.
It took about 15 minutes.
Back up front, she did my makeup....the works. She also pierced each
earlobe two more times and added studs. Looking in the mirror when she
was done, I couldn't believe my eyes. I wouldn't say I was beautiful, but
I was very pretty...with absoloutely no trace of my former self.
Mom was thrilled when I got home. She absolutely gushed. That night,
before bed, I removed my makeup and moisturized. Mom then wrapped my hair
in toilet paper explaining how it would help hold the updo in place. She
was right. It worked just as she said.
Tueday morning arrived and I showered, moisturized and dressed for work.
The folks at work could not have been nicer and everything went smoothly.
In hindsight, I'm amazed at how smoothly my transition went. In no time
at all, living as a girl became second nature. It was almost a non-event
and I gave it little thought. In mid July, Margie gave me a "root job"
and a trim. Mom and I continued to go out to dinner once a week. In
general, life was good, but out and about, I was hit on on a regular
basis. I told Mom about it and she gave me her wedding band and told me
to flash it anytime someone hit on me. It worked.
Summer was drawing to an end and Margie suggested I consider staying on
and attending beauty school at night. I discussed it with Mom that
evening and she asked if I wanted to continue living as a girl? To my
surprise, I said "yes" with no hesitation.
Mom asked, "For the rest of your life?" and I replied, "I think so." Mom
said, "Well then, we'll have to take this to the next level." And I asked
her what she meant?
She explained that wanting to change gender was a big decision and that we
should seek some professional help. Mom called our doctor the next day,
explained my situation to him and asked for a referral. That's how I
ended up in a psychiatrist's office. After two sessions, he told me that
I was a transexual and he, in turn, referred me to a endocrinologist.
After some blood tests, he started me on a hormone regiment. I told
Margie about it and continued to work for her. I told her beauty school
would have to wait a semester as I had too much on my plate. She
understood.
At first, the hormones did nothing except make me ill. I lost all
interest in food and my face broke out in pimples. But that passed and
things returned to normal. Finally after two months on hormones, I
stating getting muscle sores on my chest, buttocks, hips and thighs. I
told Mom about it and she said they weren't muscle sores. They were
growing pains. She was right. In the next month, changes in my body were
becoming visible. At the six month mark, my breasts were a B cup and I
had to stop wearing the padded girdle. My thighs filled out such that my
stocking swished as they rubbed with every step I took. At the one year
mark, I was a C+ cup, my waist had shrunk to 25 inches and my hips were 34
inches.
My endocrinologist told me I was ready for SRS surgery and made an
appointment for me at a clinic in Colorado. Six weeks later, Mom and I
flew to Colorado and I entered the clinic. Even with pain meds, thee
surgery was painful, but in time, the pain subsided. Ten days after the
surgery, we went home. I stayed out of work for a month, dialating three
times a day to keep my body from healing up. My boy parts were all gone
and I had a working vagina. I was very pleased with my body. I returned
to work. Margie told everyone that I had some female plumbing problems
and everyone seemed pleased to see my return. I also told Margie that I
was enrolling in beauty school when the next semester started.
As a boy, I had never had any sexual interest in other boys, but I think
the hormones rewired my brain. I discussed that with Mom and she said
that she expected my attitude to change with the hormones and that now
that I was a girl, it certainly natural to find boys attractive. I told
her it was not all boys, only non-macho boys, preferably tall, thin and
blonde. In fact, one of the sales reps that calls on Margie is just that.
His name is Mark and he's always very nice, even flirtacious with me. One
day, he invited me on a date. I told him that I would think about it. I
did and discussed it with Mom. She said dating was OK, so I decided to
accept his offer but to tell him that I was a transexual and if that was a
problem, I would understand. He said it was not a problem and that he
would pick me up Saturday night at 7. I gave him my address.
The date went great. I told him my story and he listened well and asked
intelligent questions. He was a perfect gentleman and kissed me goodnight
at my front door...my first kiss with a guy. We went out again the
following week and I told him I was a virgin but wanted to make love to
him on our next date. The following week, that what we did, and it was
wonderful. We became "an item" and six months later, he asked me to marry
him. I accepted. Three months later we were married. It was a small but
beautiful service and we honeymooned in the Caribbean for a week.
We came back and both returned to work....very much in love. I completed
beauty school and now have a state license. Life is good
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