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A Sucker Bet 01 By Sheila Anne Morgan "You girls have it easy," I said to three of the girls from the school's drama club, "all you have to do is look pretty and you get some guy to take you out and pay for everything. And the jobs you get don't require you to do a lot of lifting and stuff like that." "You don't know what you're talking about," said Jessica, "You guys always expect something in return for taking us out. And the more you spend, the more you expect." Traci chimed in, "Yeah! And the jobs we get don't pay as much as the ones offered to the guys." "If you think it's so easy, why don't you try it for a while?" Denise said, "In fact, I think we should make a bet. If we lose the big football game against Central next week you have to dress as a girl and do my job for a month. And if we win the three of us will pay you $150.00." I knew there was no way that we would lose the game against our archrivals. We had won every game against them, but one, for the last ten years. Besides we are ranked first in the division and they are ranked fifth. I didn't give myself time to think about what I was letting myself in for when I said, "You're on. Now I can get that new CD player for my car." "Don't start counting you chickens before they hatch," warned Jessica. By lunchtime the bet was the talk of the school. The girls were all telling me what color dresses I should wear and where to get the best deals. All of the guys were assuring me that it was a sucker bet and I was going to win. Even my little sister told me how much she was going to enjoy having a big sister. When we sat down to dinner Mom said, "I think I'm going to enjoy having another daughter." After listening to my sister, Tina, explain about the bet, Dad said, "It's a sucker bet. I probably would have taken it too. The way the team's been playing this year Central will never touch them. We are two to one favorites." I was feeling good. A week from tomorrow I was going to be $150.00 richer. The next day a group of the cheerleaders came up to me and said they would like to get in on the bet also. They said if we won they would help me with my homework and tutor me in any subject I was weak in, but if we lost I would have to be one of them for the rest of the year. My confidence was still pretty high and the thought of these pretty girls tutoring me made me tell them they had a bet. I was getting in pretty deep, but there was no way I could lose. The following week it was the talk of the school, even the teachers were kidding me about the bet. I was still sure I was going to win and told everyone so. The girls were all telling me how cute I'd look in a dress. Everyone in the school knew about the bet and was rooting for one side or the other. Mostly it was the guys for me and the girls against me. By Friday afternoon both sides were taunting each other and the guys were still sure I would win. Even though they had a lot of school pride the girls were secretly hoping we would lose. That night the stands were filled and Dad, Mom, Tina and I had a seat right on the fifty-yard line and it seemed that all eyes were on us. The game went back and forth until the last two minutes of the fourth quarter when we were ahead with a score of 20 to 18. We were a sure bet to win when our quarterback fumbled the ball on Central's forty-yard line. Central recovered the ball and ran it to our thirty-yard line. In the two succeeding plays they only got to our twenty-two yard line and their punter came on the field. With thirty seconds to go he kicked the ball and it sailed through the uprights for three points. Central had won by one point! I was doomed. I looked at Dad and said, "What am I going to do?" "Son, you made the bet and you would have taken the girls' money if you had won," He said, "It's only right that you live up to your part of the bet." I knew he was right. He had always taught us to keep our promises. As we were walking towards the parking lot a group of the cheerleaders stopped us and handed me one of their uniforms. "We'll see you Tuesday, after school, for practice. You can wear shorts and a top to practice," Denise said. I took the uniform and tried to hide between Dad and Mom on the way to the car. The next morning Mom woke me at seven-thirty and told me to come downstairs, that we had to talk. When I sat down at the breakfast table, she said, "Listen, Robert, you know that you are going to have to dress as a girl for the next month when you work for Denise on Monday, Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday. Also, the girls expect you to be a girl on Tuesdays, Thursdays when you practice and on Friday nights at the games. I'm sure that Mrs. Norton, at the card shop in the mall, isn't going to let you take Denise's place if you look like a clown and you're not going to have time to come home to change after school and get to work on time. I think you should consider being a girl full-time until the bet is over." "Mom!" I whined, "How can I do that? Everybody's going to rag on me if I go to school dressed as a girl." "Robert, everybody's going to see you dressed as a girl anyhow. And if you're going to be a girl I think you should look the best that you can. I think they will respect you more if they see you are honoring you bet." Deep down I knew Mom was right and I knew that I wasn't going to win this argument so I agreed that she was probably right. But I told her I'd probably look like a boy in a dress anyhow. "We need to see," Mom said. "Finish your breakfast and come up to my room." When I came in her room she handed me a can of women's shave gel and a razor and told me to shave all of the hair from my body from the neck down. She did say I could leave a small patch of pubic hair though. I went into her shower and carefully shaved myself and then rinsed off under the shower before washing my hair. I am only five-seven and weigh a hundred forty pounds. The only sport I participate in is track, which keeps my body slim, and I don't have a lot of muscles. Also my hair is full and comes to my collar, which is as long as the school lets boys wear their hair. When I come back into my parent's bedroom I see that Mom has started laying some of her clothes out on the bed. She hands me a pair of satin and lace panties and tells me to put them on. I slide them on under the towel I have wrapped around my waist. She then tells me to hold out my arms and she slides one of her brassieres up my arms and fastens it behind my back. Taking some old pantyhose she stuffs them in the cups to give me the illusion of having breasts. Then she leads me over to her vanity and sits me on the stool facing into the room. Taking her curling iron she begins working on my hair. Then she combs it out until she is satisfied. Next she takes some mascara and coats my eyelashes and puts some light blue eye shadow on my upper eyelids. She dusts my cheeks with blush and coats my lips with a rose lipstick. I want to look in the mirror as she leads me back to the bed, but she tells me I can't look until I am dressed. Mom hands me a long, cotton skirt that comes down to my ankles and a white blouse. I put on the blouse and slip the skirt up my legs. Mom then has me sit on the bed and put on a pair of white sandals. Telling me I am finished, Mom opens her closet door and tells me to look at myself in the mirror. I walk over to the mirror and look at my reflection. Looking back is a pretty girl, who looks like she could be one of my classmates. "Honey, you look very pretty," Mom says. "Have you thought of a name for yourself?" "No," I said, "maybe you should call me Roberta." "I think you should have a more feminine name. What about Pricilla or Yvonne." "Mom, those sound like sissy names." "Well, then you had better think of one you like better." "What about Breanna?" I said, thinking of the hot, new girl singer that everyone was talking about. "That's very pretty. Breanna it is," said Mom, "Now let's go shopping and get you some clothes to wear." "Mom! I can't go shopping like this. What if somebody see me?" "Well, you can't go shopping for girls clothes as Robert. You are going to have to try them on to make sure they fit. We'll go to the mall on the other side of town so we don't meet anyone we know." Mom handed me a small, shoulder bag, which she had put in the lipstick, she had used on me. She led the way out to her car, which thankfully was still parked in the garage. At the mall we had to park quite a ways from the entrance and I was scared stiff that someone would see that I was a boy in a dress. But everyone that passed us just smiled and thought I was a teenager out shopping with her mother. Inside the mall, Mom headed straight for the Victoria Secret store. Mom only bought the best. She never considered shopping for clothes at the discount stores. Mom and Dad always insisted that Tina and I dress our best. Mom had taken my measurements before we left the house and knew what sizes we needed. She attacked the store like Sherman attacking Atlanta. When she went to the counter both her and my arms were loaded with some of the sexiest lingerie imaginable. She had bras and matching panties in every color, garter belts, stockings and two baby doll pajamas and two long, satin nightgowns. The girl rang up her purchases and handed me the bag with a smile. There was a Frederick's of Hollywood store in the mall and she led me in there. She explained that most of the clothing in there was way too sexy for me to be wearing, but there were a couple of items she felt I needed. She went over to the clerk and told her what she was looking for. A couple of minutes later the clerk returned with two boxes and Mom pulled me into a dressing room. She had me unbutton my blouse and took the pantyhose from my bra. She opened one of the boxes and took out a breastform, which she inserted into one cup of the bra. Then she did the same to the other cup. I could feel the weight on my chest and they moved as I moved. From the other box she took a girdle, which had pads on the sides and rear. She had me slip it on. She said it would hide my privates and give me a more feminine shape. We left the dressing room and Mom paid for her purchases along with a couple of spray cans. I now had bags from the most feminine stores in the mall in my hands. Next we went to one of the stores that cater to young women, where Mom buys a lot of Tina's clothes. She bought me tops, skirts, shorts and dresses. All of which I had to try on to make sure they fit. Next we went to a shoe store where I got sandals, flats and one, two and three inch heels. I also got a pair of athletic shoes and the white tennis shoes the cheerleaders wore. When Mom suggested we take our purchases back to the car I thought we were through. Mom suggested we go back in and get something to eat at the food court. I agreed as it was after one o'clock. Mom wouldn't allow me to get the burger and fries I really wanted. I had to settle on a chicken sandwich and a Diet Coke. When we finished I told Mom we had to go home, as I really had to use the bathroom. "Nonsense, Breanna, there's a restroom right over there," Mom said as she pointed to the ladies restroom. "Mom, I can't go in there," I whispered. "Breanna, you can't very well use the other one. Just go in there, no one will know the difference." Reluctantly I followed her to the restroom. I remembered to sit as I peed. When I came out Mom told me to freshen my lipstick. I stood in front of the mirror and nervously coated my lips. Mom told me we had a couple of other stops before we left the mall and led me over to the Piercing Pagoda kiosk. I stared at her in shock when she said she was going to have my ears pierced. "Mom, I can't get my ears pierced. Then I'll have to wear earrings all the time. Even after the bet is over," I whispered. "Silly, when you stop wearing earrings the holes will heal over and no one will know." I sat in the chair and allowed the girl to pierce each ear, leaving me with a gold stud in each ear. She explained how to care for them until they healed in about a week. Mom bought me several more pairs of earrings before she paid the bill. Next I was led to the Merle Norman store where she told the woman she was just letting me start to wear make up and she wanted me to get the right shades and learn how to apply it so I looked my best. The woman sat me at a narrow desk and went about getting different tubes and jars from the shelf and setting them in front of me. She sat down across from me and wiped the make up from my face. She took a pair of tweezers and began plucking my eyebrows. I couldn't complain to Mom because she had left the store to get a few more things. Then she applied a light foundation all over my face. Next she drew a fine line above my upper eyelashes before she coated them with mascara. She blended several shades of eye shadow under my arched brows. A dusting of blush and a coral lipstick finished my face and she allowed me to look in the mirror. I looked as pretty as Denise, Jessica or Traci. Mom returned, as the woman was ringing up everything she thought I would need, and paid the bill. I was grateful when Mom said we were leaving and we went back to the car. "Only one more stop," she said as she pulled out of the parking lot. "Where now? I thought we got everything I would need back there." "I made you an appointment with Cindi, the girl who does Tina's and my hair. I think she can do something to make your hair look more feminine." I knew there was no sense arguing when Mom had made up her mind about something. Besides, she had already gotten my ears pierced, how bad could a haircut be. Cindi met us as we walked into the salon. Mom took her aside and talked to her for a few minutes before Cindi led me back to a chair in front of some washbasins. When I was seated she placed a cape around my neck and leaned the chair back until my neck was cradled in the cutout of the washbasin. She washed my hair and wrapped it in a towel and led me over to her chair. She combed my hair and began trimming it as Mom watched. When she finished she rolled it up in rollers and covered each roller with a smelly solution. She let it set for a few minutes while she chatted with Mom. When Cindi came back she doused my head with another solution before taking me back to the sink and rinsing my head. This time I was led over to the row of hair dryers and seated under one. When Cindi lowered the hood and turned it on I couldn't hear anything. Another girl came over with a cart and took one of my hands. She began filing my nails and then she coated them with a thick gel, which was applied over a form under each nail. While the gel dried she did the same to the other hand. Going back to the first hand she removed the forms and began filed the new extensions. This time she squared off the tips and then coated the whole nail in white and then went over to the other hand and did the same to it. Going back to the first hand she coated the lower part with a flesh colored polish and then a clear polish. After finishing the other hand she removed my sandals and gave me a pedicure and painted my toenails a pretty pink. Cindi led me back to her chair and removed the rollers. She brushed my hair and I now had a part on the side and bangs across my forehead. After fussing and spraying my hair she turned me to look in the mirror. Now there was no doubt that I was anything but a pretty girl. Mom and I returned home. Dad was back from his golf game with the guys and Tina was in the family room watching TV. Tina squealed when she saw me. "Sis, all the guys are going to want to date you," she said. Dad just stared; he couldn't believe the lovely girl he was looking at was his son. Mom said, "I'd like you all to meet Breanna." "What's going on?" Dad was finally able to ask. Mom explained how she decided that if I had to be a girl for a while I shouldn't be changing from Robert to Breanna all of the time. So she had convinced me to be Breanna until the bet was over. Dad said he would take us all out to dinner so Tina helped me unload Mom's car and take everything up to my room. She dug through the bags and selected a skirt and top for me to wear. I had to put on a pair of pantyhose, which was a challenge with my new nails. I wore a pair of pumps with one-inch heels. I had to walk around the room until I was confident that I wouldn't fall on my face. I freshened my make up and went down to wait for Mom and Tina to get ready. Dad was sitting in his chair and shook his head. "Robert, I can't believe how nice you look. Tina's right, you're going to have all the guys in school wanting to take you out." "Dad, you need to start calling me Breanna for a while. We're going to get some mighty strange looks if you call me Robert. And I don't have any intentions of dating any guys. I'm just going to do this so I can satisfy the girls that I don't welsh on my bets." Dinner was pleasant although Mom wouldn't let me get what I really wanted. I had to get some kind of pasta in sauce. She told me that we girls had to watch our figures. Dad just laughed. The next morning Mom brought a couple of boxes up to my room and told me to pack away all of my boys clothes and put them in the back of my closet. She then showed me how to iron my new skirts and blouses before I hung them in the closet. We filled my drawers with the panties, bras and other lingerie we had bought. As we were finishing up the doorbell rang. Tina called up the stairs that Denise was here and wanted to take me to the mall to meet Mrs. Norton at the card shop. I looked at Mom and she told me I had better go. Mom helped me fix my hair and I put on my lipstick before going downstairs. I was wearing a pair of Bongo shorts over my padded girdle and had a tank top on. Mom had glued my breastforms on and the tank top had a built in bra. I walked down stairs and nervously walked into the family room. "O..MY...GOD!!!" Denise exclaimed, "Robert is that you?" "No, I'm Breanna," I replied in my most girlish voice. "You're beautiful!" she said as she made me turn and model for her. "I wanted to take you to the mall to meet Mrs. Norton, but I'm not sure I want to be seen with you. You'll make me look like a street urchin." "Stop it, Denise, you're one of the prettiest girls I know. Do I look alright to go meet her? Or should I change?" "You look just fine. In fact, you look more than fine. I think she'll be pleased when she sees how you look." We got in Denise's car and headed for the mall. Denise picked up her cell phone and called Jessica and Traci and told them to meet her there. Mrs. Norton was surprised. Denise had told her about the bet and she had warned her that if I didn't look passable I wouldn't be able to work for her. She told me I would have to wear a skirt or a dress to work and had me fill out some paperwork so I could be paid. When we walked out of the store Jessica and Traci were waiting for us. Neither of them recognized me. "This is our new friend, Breanna," Said Denise, "I just introduced her to Mrs. Norton since she's going to be working for me." "ROBERT!!! Is that you?" It can't be! Denise, what's going on? Who is this really?" said Traci. "This is Robert, but you had better start calling him Breanna or Bree. I don't think Robert fits." "I didn't think you'd go through with this," Said Jessica, "You look better than most of the girls in the Junior Class. What's going on?" "Let's go get a Coke and she can explain," Said Denise. As we sat having a Coke I explained how Mom had convinced me that it would be better to not change back and forth during the bet. "You mean you're going to stay like this until the end of the school year?" said Traci. "I guess. A bet's a bet and I would have expected you to pay me if we won." I can't believe I spent the rest of the afternoon shopping with them and enjoyed it. I was learning more about girls' clothes than I ever thought I wanted to know. The next morning I drove Tina and I to school. Tina left me as soon as I parked the car and I made it to my locker without anyone recognizing me. I went to my homeroom and sat in my usual seat just as the bell rang. When Ms. Grady called for Breanna Moran I answered present. During Homeroom announcements the principal, Mrs. Kennedy, came on and said the school had a new student, Breanna Moran, and anyone caught harassing her would have to answer to her. She then asked that I report to her office as soon as Homeroom was over. When the bell ending Homeroom rang I picked up my books and purse and made my way to Mrs. Kennedy's office. She invited me in and told me to have a seat. I sat in the chair across the desk from Mrs. Kennedy and placed my books and purse on my knees, which I remembered to keep together. I was dressed in a khaki skirt, which came about four inches above my knees, and a cranberry top, which hugged my slim figure. Mom had bought me a girls watch and a slim, gold necklace, which I was wearing. "Breanna let me start off by saying you look very pretty. In fact, I'm surprised how pretty you are," said Mrs. Kennedy, "I admire your courage in keeping your side of the bet. Many young people these days would have reneged if they had to do what you are going to have to. Your mother called me yesterday and told me what was going to happen today and I agreed with her that it was probably best for you to be dressed as a girl. Obviously I knew about the bet that you and the girls had. I didn't think you could lose either, but now that you have we have some problems that we are going to contend with. First, I addressed the problem of harassment during announcements this morning. I want you to report to me any threats or harassment you encounter and I will deal with it. Second, since you aren't a girl we can't have you using the girl's restrooms. I'm sure I would hear from the parents of the girls if you were to use them. So I am going to give you a key to the faculty restrooms, which are located around the campus. They are private and there won't be a problem using them. Third, you have shop this year and since you are the only 'girl' in the class I feel it would be better to transfer you to home economics. Do you have any problem with any of these things, Breanna?" "No, Mrs. Kennedy, I promise not to be any trouble," I said. "I didn't think you would be or I would never let this happen," Said Mrs. Kennedy as she smiled at me, "Now go have Mrs. English make you a new student identification badge and get back to class." After getting my new ID badge I went back to my first period class. I heard a collective gasp as I walked through the door and my classmates saw me, some of them for the first time. Most of my friends stayed away from me that day except for Jessica, Traci and Denise. I think the new me intimidated them. After school I drove to the mall to start my new job. I found Mrs. Norton very easy to work for as she explained the job and how to ring up a sale on the register. The store was busy and before I knew it we were closing for the evening. The next day was pretty much the same except that my best friend finally worked up the nerve to come over and talk to me. "Robert," said Jim, "I can't believe that you went through with this. I mean you got your hair permed and your ears pierced and you're wearing make up. What's got into you?" "Jim, you'd better start calling me Breanna like everybody else. As far as looking this way, you know my mother, she never lets Tina or I leave the house unless we look our best. She told me that if I was going to be a girl for the next several months I needed to be the best I could be. So she took me out Saturday and had my ears pierced and bought me a bunch of clothes and make up and stuff and I'm going to have to be Breanna until the bet's over." "Man, that sucks!" said Jim. "Yeah, I made the bet and I have to live up to my end of it. So if I have to be a girl for a while I might as well be a pretty one." After school I changed into my shorts and top and joined the cheerleaders for practice. I found the routines were fairly easy to learn and because I was in pretty good shape I was able to keep up. On Friday evening I ran out onto the field with the rest of the cheerleaders and took my place facing the crowd. I could see people pointing at me and talking amongst themselves. After the game the girls told me they were going out for a burger and asked me to come. I accepted and got into Jessica's car with Denise and Traci. At the restaurant we were joined by most of the rest of the cheerleaders in their uniforms. Several of them had come with their boyfriends. Everyone seemed to treat me as another one of the girls. During the week I found myself changing the way I was looking at girls. I no longer looked at their sexy bodies or wondered how it would be to date them. I was now looking at them and appraising the clothes they wore and how they moved and acted. I watched how they acted towards each other and towards boys. I found myself mimicking them and trying to be more like them. Even the way I was talking seemed to be changing. The girls' attitude towards me was changing also. I was now one of them and they were talking to me about clothes and make up and boys as if I had always been a girl. Jim even commented that I was starting to act and sound like a girl. On Saturday, as I was working, I watched the women as they shopped and admired the clothing they wore and how they did their make up. I found myself wanting to look just like some of them. Some of the girls my age were wearing tight, low-rise jeans and crop-tops along with high-heeled, thick-soled sandals. I really liked that look. Over the next couple of weeks I became more comfortable in my masquerade of a girl. Although everyone in school knows I am a boy they seem to be forgetting that fact because I find myself being treated as a girl more and more often. Boys are holding doors for me and letting me go in front of them. I suspect that this maybe so they can just look at my behind and legs. Some of them have told me I have gotten the cutest little wiggle to my ass since I've started wearing skirts. I think I've gotten to where I like to tease them. One day Mike, the back-up quarterback who had dropped the ball the night I lost the bet, came up to me and said, "Breanna, I feel this is all my fault and I would like to make it up to you by taking you to a movie on Saturday." "Mike, you know I'm a guy," I said, slightly shocked, "I don't date other guys." "Breanna, you don't look like any guy I know and you don't dress like them either. I'd just like to take you to the movies to make up for dropping the ball and getting you into this mess." "Mike, dating guys wasn't part of the bet. I'm not sure I want to go that far." "Okay, but if you change your mind the offer stands. Call me." I watched him walk away in shock. One of the biggest hunks in the senior class had just asked me for a date and I had turned him down. Traci came up to me and asked, "What did Mike want?" "He just asked me for a date," I replied, as I turned red. "And you accepted, didn't you?" "Traci, I'm a guy. I can't date other guys, everybody would think I'm queer." "Mike asked Jessica if she thought you would go out with him and she told him she thought you might. Breanna. It's not fair that you sit home all of the time just because you lost the bet. Mike's a nice guy and I think he feels sorry for what happened." "I don't know, I'd feel strange going on a date as a girl." "Why? You have done everything else a girl does for the last month. You even use the ladies restroom at the Mall with the rest of us. Why can't you go on a date with a good-looking guy? Just think of how jealous you'd make some of the senior girls." "Traci, I just can't," I replied. Later Traci told Denise and Jessica what had happened with Mike and they began to pressure me to go out with him. I still refused. That evening I told Mom about Mike asking me for a date and she said, "Breanna, the girls are right, you need to get out. All you do is sit around the house on Saturday night while all of your friends are out having fun. If Mike's as nice a guy as they say you might even enjoy yourself." "But, Mom, what are the other kids going to say?" "Don't worry about what other people think, you need to have a little fun too." "Just remember if you do go out with him your Dad and I want to meet him." I thought about what Mom and the girls said and Friday night after the game I stopped Mike as he joined us at the restaurant and asked him if his invitation was still good. "Of course it is, Breanna. There's a movie at the Regal I thought you might like to see." "What time does the show start? I have to work until six tomorrow." "The show starts at eight-thirty. If I pick you up at eight would that give you enough time?" Mike asked. "Make it a quarter to eight, my parents will want to meet you before we go out. They're starting to treat me like I was their daughter." "Okay, I'll see you then," Mike said as he held out my chair for me and then sat beside me. Later when Jessica, Traci and I went to the bathroom they asked me what I had been talking to Mike about. I told them that I was going to the show with him the next night. Mike showed up right on time the next night and I invited him in and introduced him to my Mother and Father. They seemed pleased with him and told us to have a good time. Mike led me out to his car and held the door for me as I slid into the passenger's seat. As we drove to the theatre Mike told me I looked very nice. I was wearing a black, mini-skirt and a long-sleeved, white blouse. I had on taupe pantyhose and my three-inch black heels. My hair was held back from my face by two barrettes and I had two-inch hoops in my ears. It felt right to look nice for Mike. The show that Mike chose was not one of the action movies I would have thought he would have chosen. Instead it was more of a chic flick that a girl would have chosen. Mike put his arm over the back of my seat and several time he let his hand rest on my shoulder during the movie, but he never went any farther than that. After the movie we went to the local restaurant where most of us went after a date and we met several other couples there. They were surprised when Mike escorted me in with his hand on my waist. We sat down with them and had a very pleasant time. When we got back to my house, Mike walked me to the door and there was an awkward moment as he stood there holding my hand before I thanked him for the nice evening and went inside. Everyone was in bed and I went to my room and removed my clothes and put on a satin nightgown and went into the bathroom to remove my make up. When I got into bed I couldn't sleep as I thought about how it felt having Mike's hand on my waist and how he treated me like I was his girlfriend. On Monday morning Jessica, Traci and Denise were waiting at my locker when I arrived at school. They wanted to know everything that happened on Saturday night. I told them about the show and going out to have a burger later. They asked what happened when Mike took me home and I told them we just said goodnight and he left. They all seemed disappointed. Home economics for this semester focused on cooking and whenever I had an evening off from work I would try out my newfound skills on my family by making dinner. Mom was pleased at how well I was doing. She said I had never taken much interest in helping in the kitchen before. Mike invited me out again the following weekend and I accepted. I had that day off and Traci, Jessica and I went to the mall. While we were there they convinced me to get the jeans and crop-top I told them I liked the looks of. We also bought a pair of the thick-soled, high-heeled sandals to go with it. They told me to wear it for Mike when we went out that evening. Several of the girls had worn similar outfits the previous weekend so I knew it would be alright. That evening when I came downstairs Dad just shook his head when he saw me. He had resigned himself to seeing me dressed in the most feminine clothes. Mom told me that the outfit looked nice on me and told me to have fun. At the show I found myself resting my head on Mike's shoulder as he pulled me close to him and kept his hand on my bare midriff. I liked the feel of his hand on my bare flesh. I knew I was a guy and wasn't supposed to feel this way, but what the heck, I was posing as a girl and it was natural for them to feel this way with a handsome guy. That night when Mike dropped me off I turned to him and kissed him tenderly on the lips before going inside. God, I couldn't believe that I had just kissed a guy and I liked it. I couldn't sleep that night just thinking about how good it felt to be held by Mike and how nice the kiss had been. Monday I didn't tell the girls about the kiss but they could sense was something different as I discussed my date. A couple of weeks later Mike asked me to be his date for the Christmas Ball. I wasn't sure how Mom would feel about me going to a formal dance with a guy so I told him I would have to ask my parents first. Mom smiled and told me I should experience everything a girl experiences as long as I was pretending to be a girl. She seemed happy that I had been asked. She said the she and Dad both liked Mike. I told Mike I would love to go with him and he made plans to double date with Jessica and Tom. The dance was semi-formal which meant the girls wore formal dresses while the boys wore suits. Mom took me to the Mall the following Saturday to look for a formal dress. There were several other girls from school looking for dresses also and they and their mothers would comment on how nice I looked when I modeled a dress for my mother. Everyone was accepting me as one of the girls and didn't give it a second thought that I was out looking for a formal gown. We finally decided on a gold, satin dress with a sweetheart neckline with a sheer bodice and a gold, lace band around my throat. The skirt was straight and was slit up to the knee on one side. Mom said I would need a basque, as the straps of a bra would show under the sheer top. We went to Victoria?s Secret where she purchased a white basque and a pair of sheer, gold stockings. We also purchased a pair of gold, three-inch pumps to match the dress. The day of the dance I took the day off and went to see Cindi to have my hair done. She was happy to see me again and told me she could give me a very feminine style with my now longer hair. She pulled the hair away from my face and did it up in a bun on the top of my head. There was a tendril of hair hanging in front of each ear. The style looked very elegant. I also had my nails done. I had become adept at applying my own make up but I asked Mom to help get just the right look for a formal evening. When she finished and I was dressed I stood in front of the mirror and couldn?t believe how beautiful I looked. I was sure there wouldn?t be another girl at the dance prettier than me. Mike came to pick me up and he looked very handsome in his black suit. Mom and Dad took several pictures of he and I and Jessica and Tom before we left for the dance. As we danced I could feel Mike?s strong arms around me and I felt protected. I could also feel something else as he held me close. There was a bulge at his crotch and I knew I was the cause of it. I was happy that I was enough of a girl to make him feel that way. I rested my head on his shoulder as he led me around the floor. Several times I turned my head up and he bent his to mine and kissed me tenderly. Several of Mike?s friends cut in as we danced, mostly during the slow dances. I was amazed that they also had hard ons as they held me close. As their dates were also very pretty I couldn?t tell if it was me or just a perpetual condition caused by all of the pretty girls. On the drive home Tom pulled off on a deserted road and stopped the car. I knew why he did it but I didn?t know what I was expected to do. Jessica and Tom were soon wrapped in each other?s arms and kissing fiercely. Mike and I had never done anything other than a short, tender kiss. I turned towards him and wrapped my arms around him. He held me and lowered his face to mine. His lips found mine and I melted into him. I moaned as his tongue parted my lips and probed my mouth. My tongue dueled with his as I sucked on his tongue. I felt his hand slide down my body and caress my ass. I let my hand fall to his lap and could feel the bulge straining at the front of his trousers. I tenderly rubbed it through the material of his suit. In the front seat, Jessica was leaning over and her head was buried in Tom?s crotch. I could hear slurping sounds as she buried his man meat in her mouth. Tom was groaning with pleasure as his cock was being sucked. I pulled down the zipper on Mike?s pants and reached inside and managed to get his rigid tool out of his underpants and through the fly. It was rock hard but also felt as smooth as velvet as I stroked it. Mike?s head went back against the seat as he whimpered. ?Bree, you don?t have to do this," He said as I moved back on the seat so I could reach him with my mouth. ?Shush," I said as my lips came in contact with the purple head of his monster and I tasted for the first time the pearl of precum, which glistened there. Having never given a blowjob and not really knowing what I was doing I just opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the stiff rod. I massaged everything in my mouth with my tongue and felt Mike push further into my mouth. I pulled back until I just had the head captured between my lips. Again Mike pushed into me. He placed his hands on my head and began gently fucking my face. It wasn?t long before I felt him stiffen more and after several spasms shot his cum into my mouth. He filled my mouth and I didn?t want to let it drip on his pants so I swallowed it as it kept pumping into my mouth. My purse was on the floor behind me so I made sure I licked him clean before I released his limp cock from my mouth. The taste of cum was nothing like I had imagined. It really didn?t taste that bad. Mike pulled me to him and kissed me. I knew he could taste his cum on my lips. Nothing was said as Mike took me to my door, but we shared a passionate kiss before I went inside. I knew that I didn?t want tonight to be the last time I tasted Mike in my mouth. After they dropped me off, Mike made Jessica and Tom promise not to tell anyone what had happened. By the time we broke for Christmas vacation the novelty of me dressing as a girl had worn off at school and everyone was treating me as just another girl. I had become more confident in my role of a girl that strangers never suspected anything. Mrs. Norton had offered me a job after my month of replacing Denise was up and I accepted. I was enjoying everything about being a girl. I didn?t even mind having to get up earlier to do my hair and make up. Tina was enjoying having a big sister to talk to and would come into my room at night just to talk. She had even asked if she could borrow some of my clothes and jewelry. Dad had resigned himself to being the only male in the household. I had begun calling him ?Daddy? just like Tina did. It only seemed natural. Mom was amazed at how much I had changed in the last two months. I was doing better in school and I was more outgoing. She really appreciated all the help I was now giving her around the house. Especially since she rarely had to ask. On Christmas Eve Mike took me out to dinner and gave me a pretty necklace, bracelet and earring set. I gave him a new wallet and key chain. Christmas morning it was a custom around our house to gather around the tree in our nightclothes so I applied a little blush and lip-gloss and made my way downstairs. I sat on the couch with my feet tucked under me as Tina passed out everyone?s presents. Every present I opened was either some article of girls? clothing, lingerie or jewelry. ?Tina,? Dad said, ?It looks like you?re going to be the best dressed girl in school after Breanna changes back to her boys? clothes.? ?Yeah, it does kinda suck that I?m going to have to give away all my Christmas presents to Tina," I said. ?I can?t wait!? said Tina; ?I?m going to have Christmas twice this year.? ?Maybe we?ll have to have Christmas for Robert when he comes back," Said Mom. Mom, Tina and I cooked a nice Christmas dinner while Dad watched football on TV. I still like to watch football but I wanted to try out some of the new recipes we had learned in school and Mom was happy to let me be the chief cook while she and Tina helped. When the final report cards for the first semester came home my grades were higher than they had ever been and Dad said, ?Breanna, being a girl must agree with you. I have never seen you apply yourself to your school work as much as you have this year.? ?I don?t know, Daddy, I guess the competition from Traci, Denise and Jessica has made me a better student.? ?Well whatever, just keep it up and you won?t have any trouble getting into college.? In early March, a few weeks after my seventeenth birthday, Mom and I were home alone one Saturday morning. Dad was golfing with his friends and Tina had spent the night at a friend?s house. I got up earlier than usual and put on my jeans and a ribbed top. I put on a little blush and lipstick as I did every morning and went down to the kitchen. Mom was sitting at the table having a cup of coffee and reading the paper. I got a glass of orange juice and sat across from her. ?Mom,? I said hesitantly, ?can we talk?? ?Sure, Honey. What?s up?? I stared into my orange juice as I began to talk. ?Mom, I want to stay as Breanna.? Mom put down her coffee and looked at me. ?Do you mean for the rest of the school year?? ?No, Mom, I mean forever. I don?t want to go back to being Robert.? ?Breanna, are you sure? That?s an awful big commitment to make. It?s not something to be considered lightly," Said Mom as she reached across the table and took my hand. ?Mom, I?ve been thinking about this for a long time now. I really like being Breanna better than being Robert. It just seems more natural to me.? ?Breanna, your Father and I thought you might feel that way. You have been an entirely different person since you lost the bet. You seem to be more outgoing and you have more friends.? ?I know it?s a big step and there will be a lot of problems to face but I think it will be worth it in the long run.? ?Honey, I have looked at some websites about transgenderism and there is a psychiatrist in town who specializes in gender dysfunction. I think that the first thing we have to do is contact her and find out what?s involved.? ?Can we, Mom? I really feel that I was meant to be a girl. You and Daddy won?t be disappointed in me if I want to stay as Breanna.? Honey, we would never be disappointed in you. We love Breanna as much as we love Robert. We just want what is best for you.? ?When can you make an appointment?? I asked. ?I?ll call the doctor?s office first thing Monday morning and see when we can get in. In the meantime, don?t say anything about this to anyone. I?ll talk to your Father. I?m sure there won?t be any problem.? Two weeks later I drove Tina home right after school and Mom and I went to the doctor?s. The doctor?s office was on the third floor of the medical building. Mom and I entered the reception area and were greeted by a pretty lady seated behind the counter. Mom gave our names and the woman said, ?The doctor is expecting you. Have a seat and I?ll tell her you are here.? A few minutes later a young woman in a nurses uniform came to the door and ushered us into a nicely appointed office. The woman behind the desk stood and walked around to greet us. ?Good afternoon, Mrs. Moran. I?m Dr. Julia Taylor," She said as she shook Mom?s hand. Then she turned to me and said, ?And you must be Breanna. You can call me Julia. I don?t believe in being formal around here. We are going to be seeing a lot of each other.? ?Please call me Karen, then," Said Mom. ?Okay, Karen, if you and Breanna would have a seat we can get started.? Dr. Taylor was about Mom?s age and wore a beige, satin blouse and a slim brown skirt. Her dark brown hair was just shoulder length and nicely styled. ?Breanna, I must say you are a very pretty girl. I understand that you have been living as a girl for about six months now. Ever since you lost some kind of bet?? ?Yes, Dr?.Julia, I bet some girls in my class that we would win a football game and lost. I had to work for one of the girls at her job in the mall and have to be a cheerleader for the rest of the year. Mom convinced me that I should dress as a girl until the bet is over.? ?What makes you think you should be a girl instead if a boy?? Julia asked. ?It just feels more natural.? ?Breanna, you know there is more to being a woman than wearing pretty clothes and make up. This is a very serious consideration and can?t be taken lightly. I am a psychologist specializing in gender dysfunction. I am also a medical doctor, licensed to practice medicine. No surgeon will consider performing sexual reassignment surgery until you have lived and worked as a woman for at least a year and been certified as being a candidate for SRS by a psychiatrist. Because of your young age I would never recommend surgery until you were at least twenty years old. Do you understand what I?m saying?? ?Yes, Julia, I understand," I replied. ?There are, however, some things we can do in the meantime. I can start you on hormone replacement therapy by giving you a monthly booster shot and a daily pill. This will allow your body to begin to develop as a female and suppress your male hormones. It will not change your body in any way that cannot be reversed if you or I decide you are not a candidate for SRS. Your facial hair will not develop more than it already has, which I can see is not much. Although you will probably need either electrolysis or laser hair removal to remove the hair that is already growing on your face. The rest of your body hair will lighten and take a typical female pattern. You will still have to shave your legs and armpits regularly. You will develop breasts and your body fat will redistribute itself to your hips, buttocks and thighs. Your voice will probably raise an octave or two and you will become more emotional.? ? You must bear in mind that being a woman is not a bed of roses, as your mother will tell you. Women are still paid less than men in most organizations and there are still a lot of corporations where there is still a glass ceiling. Women are not promoted into upper management. Your boyfriend or husband may get a beer gut but he still expects you to look like a super-model all of the time. If you get married you will probably have to hold down a full-time job and keep house. You will have all of the outward appearances of a genetic woman but you will not be able to bear children. Do you understand?? ?Yes, Julia. I know there will be a lot of obstacles before I can be a woman, but I really think that is what I want to be.? ?Okay then, I?ll write a prescription and have Marcie give you a shot and we?ll get you started. As we left the doctor?s office I was on cloud nine. I was sure this was the right thing for me. I wanted to tell Traci, Jessica, Denise and Mike but Mom told me to wait until the end of the school year when they would expect me to be changing back to Robert. Cast of Characters Robert Moran / Breanna Tina Moran ? Sister Karen Moran ? Mother Jessica ? Drama Club ? Cheerleader Traci ? Drama Club - Cheerleader Denise ? Drama Club ? Cheerleader ? Works at Mall Card Shop Tom ? Jessica?s Boyfriend Jim ? Robert?s Friend Mike ? Backup Quarterback ? Breanna?s Boyfriend Mrs. Norton ? Card Shop Manager Cindi ? Beautician Ms Grady ? Homeroom Teacher Mrs. Kennedy ? Principal Mrs. English ? School Secretary Dr. Julia Taylor ? Psychologist Marcie ? Dr. Taylor?s Nurse