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I posted this story before on a different webpage years ago. I thought I would try to fix it a little bit here and there and see if anyone likes it before I continue with the story. Enjoy. I, Rock Star By Rian James Hello there. My name is Mrs. Danika James. Some of you may know me from the Hollywood scene. I'm a pretty famous nowadays. I'm an actress and have starred in many movies. I also have a rock n roll band. We are always in the top 10 music charts. We are in all the papers, celebrity television shows and commercial ads. More or less... everywhere. You can't turn on a TV or flip through a magazine without seeing one of our faces. Or maybe you know me because of Vander. Thats all part of my story. I don't want to get too far ahead of myself. Life right now is great. And I never thought it could be this good. It wasn't bad before too. I just never thought that this is what my life would have become. Maybe I should explain. Let me tell you a story. See you might say, "So what!" "So you're a rich and famous actress." "So you have a great family." Well besides all that. What if I told you that I used to be James Daniel. Yes Mr. James Daniel. I was at one time a man. A well known man. A famous man. I was an actor and the lead singer and guitarist of the band 'Happy Mistake'. Let's go back to the very beginning of my story. I was 16 going on 17 when we started the band. It was me, my brother Brad on drums, Johnny on bass and Mitch on lead guitar. Mitch, Johnny and I were in high school together. While Brad, was in college. We were pretty good if I do say so myself. And the other kids at school liked us too. I was really popular in school. And it was all due to the music. It wasn't until I found the guitar. The guitar made me popular. The music made me who I am. I had girls throwing themselves at me all the time. It was amazing! The years before the band, I was nothing. Never given a second look from the girls. I seem to stop growing at 5'5" and weighed almost nothing. I wasn't very smart in school, but not stupid. I just didn't want to be there. I had bullies. Oh did I have bullies. It's just the way the leaf falls. If you are small the bigger will push you around. I was too small and skinny for sports, depending on which one I was trying out for. But then I wasn't really into sports. I tried out for a lot of them, cause I wanted to make my dad proud. He loved watching sports and enjoyed watching my brother play when he was in high school. I couldn't hit a baseball. My basketball shot sucked. And I just got my brains knocked around playing football. I was a sport let down. So I thought I would try my hand at acting. The drama class didn't really think I had what it took to be a great nor good actor. They said I didn't have the look or skills to act. They said I could help backstage if I wanted to. I passed. All this letdown, make me a shy kid. I became a loner. I when to school, came home, watched TV and then went to bed. And did it all again the next day. Then it all began to change for me. One day after school I was walking to the buses to go home when I heard some amazing rock music coming from down the hall. I walked towards the sound. I found a class room with about six kids. There was one kid in the middle of the room jamming on a guitar. I looked in and started to watch like the rest of the kids in the class were doing. As I was looking on, a teacher walked up beside me. "Can I help you?" the teacher asked. "Um...no, I was just watching." "You're welcome to join us if you like." "Sure if that's alright," I said. I walked in and sat down in the back of the room. When the kid was done playing the song everyone clapped. Four of the kids that were just listening got up and left saying their goodbyes and see ya laters. Then the teacher asked me to come to the front of the classroom. "What's your name son?" "Um...James...James Daniel." "Did you like what your heard?" "Sure did...um...Mr....?" "Mr. Scott. I'm the music teacher of the school. This is our guitar class. Every Wednesday and Friday we meet to learn guitar or bass." "That's really cool. I wish I knew how to play." "Problem solved," he said. "What?" "You are in the right place. You want to learn guitar?" "Really? Sure." Mr. Scott and I walked over to the two remaining kids in the room. "Let me introduce you to Mr. Adams." The kid got up and shook my hand. "You can call me Mitch," he said as he pointed to the other kid in the room. "And this is Johnny Ryan." It was onwards from there. I begged my Dad for a guitar. And since he realized he wasn't going to be going to see me play any sports, he got me a guitar. I went to every class to learn the guitar. After a while I got pretty good. Mitch and I became friends and decided to start a band. I would play guitar, Mitch would play lead guitar and Johnny said he would like to play bass. But we still needed a drummer. That's when I remembered my brother played drums in a band before. He was going to a local collage so he lived close by. I asked him to join. He wasn't really enjoying college so to which he said, "Sure...why not." We each tried singing and found that I had a good voice. I thought it was good, but to my surprise, the rest of the band thought it was great. When choosing the name of the band we had writer's block. Then I said "Well it was a happy mistake that I found the class room with you guys in it....so why not Happy Mistake?" The band liked it! After that, each day at school got better and better. The other kids heard we were in a band and that's all they wanted to talk about. Everyone including the bullies wanted to hear the band. Happy Mistake was on everyone's tongues. We had our first show at one of the many school dances. During one of our breaks I meet this girl named Sandra. She told me how much she loved the band. I wasn't use to girls talking to me. It was completely new to me. She took me to an empty class room where she showed me what I have been missing before becoming popular. I had never felt anything so amazing. And within minutes it was over and I was back on stage singing. It was like this the rest of my school year. We would play at all the parties and even the prom. I had so many girls wanting to go out with me during the time that I lost count. I became, for lack of words, a player. And it was all because I was the lead singer of a band. No matter what I said. No matter what I did. No matter that I was the same height or smaller than some of these girls. I was a chick magnet. After high school I didn't know if I should go to college or what. I didn't really want to, but I didn't know what to do next. That's when I got the phone call from Johnny. "Hey man what's up?" "Dude, Jimmy we got a huge gig tonight." My friends called me Jimmy instead of James. "Oh yeah... how huge?" I laughed. "Well I meet this guy at the mall today." Johnny works at Entertain Me a local CD store in the mall. "He said his name is Richard Roberts. He is with Main*Star Records. I gave him one of our demo cds." "Oh shit...really" "He said he will give it a listen, because that was the same way he found Powerfist." "He discovered Powerfist in a mall?" Powerfist is one of the top selling alt rock groups out there. They always have the top selling records and play huge arena shows. "That's what he told me. He left the store with the cd and like a hour later he came back and said he played the cd in his limo and really like it." "Yes...but what about this huge gig?" "He said that Powerfist is playing a show tonight and he would like us to be the opening act for Powerfist's opening act. If he likes what he hears live we can record another demo in a professional recording studio. If he likes that, he will sign us." "Hell Yeah!!! That's amazing!" Ok now. Let me fast forward some. The bullet points. We played the gig. We rocked the house. Mr. Roberts got us into the studio. We recorded three songs. He loved all of them. After that we were signed to a 3 record deal with Main*Star Records. College... bye bye! Happy Mistake was on their way. Our album call "You Make It Better" came out 6 months later and went to number 5 in the charts its first week. Our video was on MTV all the time. Our songs were being played in movies and television shows. We were hot! Quickly our album climbed the chart to become #1. I thought I got a lot of pussy in high school. Now I was getting it from everywhere! The girls were yelling out our names. The guys wanted to be us. All of this and I was still the little skinny guy from high school. Not one thing about me has changed. Only that now I was a famous and selling records worldwide. Everything was going great. Because of the music, different opportunities started to come our way. We became the spoken people for BubblePop Bubble Gum. Mitch got his own signature brand guitar made. Johnny got a signature bass made and Brad got to meet Cindy Lynn Richards. A famous fashion model. A girl he had a crush on for like two years. Everyone was on cloud nine. I even got a chance to do some acting. I got a small role in a movie just because I was now famous and in a band with a hit record. It was called "A Kiss Forgotten," staring Rachel Cosgrove. I was in love with her. I remember seeing her make-up commercials and her movies before and just wanted to meet her. Now here I was starting in a movie with her. It was awesome! During the movie we became friendly. Then, very friendly. By the end of the five months we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I was in love for real. Not just a crush on a celeb. Love. After the movie the band did some touring across America and then China and then somewhere else...then somewhere else and on and on. We were in some many places I don't even remember the names. During this time Rachel came to some of the shows here and there. The band and I did press and photo shoots and everything else that comes with touring. It was hard work but not that hard. I was now 18 going on 19. It felt like it was years since we were just finished with high school. I was 18 when we were signed to the contract and now I will be 19. But it felt longer. Mr. Roberts got us a producer named Mickey Winstone. He told us that we were still huge, so we should start working on another album right away. And that is just what we did. We took a vacation of sort. The whole band and our girlfriends took off. We all went to New York. It was a vacation slash job. We world relax and have some fun. And write some new music. We were there for about 3-4 months. We had 13 good tracks. Our 2nd album was called "Another Mistake" and was in the stores 1 month later. This time that album went straight to number 1. We were on cloud nine once again. The TV shows started calling again. The fans were all over the place. Rachel went to work on another movie, while the band went touring again. Once we were done, we had some down time. We each had time to do as we pleased. I got another movie role and the rest of the band took vacations. Brad did something that I didn't think he planned on. Brad and Cindy Lynn, who he was still dating, were out in Miami, hanging out at the beaches. Then out of nowhere he asked her to marry him. Her answer... yes. The wedding would be after the 3rd album was out and we were done touring for it. Then we could take as much time as we wanted cause we wouldn't be under contract anymore. Now we come to the part where my life took a huge left turn. Changed in a way I didn't think was possible. Now that I had fame it was hard to go anywhere to be alone. When the movie I was filming rapped. I made up my mind to go up to the mountains to get away. My dad had a cabin in Denver. It was winter time and I thought it would be nice to get away. We would demo our third album there. But first I thought I would invite Rachel up and spend a couple of days with just me and her. She said sure, but she had three more days of filming left then she would be right up. I got myself there on Monday morning. It was cold as hell. I rented a car and drove to the cabin. It was a mile or two away from anyone. So peaceful. I decided to write some new songs. I wrote a song called "Maybe Baby (I Was Wrong)". To me it was one of my best songs I ever wrote. I couldn't wait for the band to hear it. When I was done I made a fire and watched some TV. The next day I didn't really do much. I called the rest of the band to see how they were and reminded them about coming up in a 5 days to start working on the third Happy Mistake album. I was about to start writing some more tunes, when I ran out of paper. It was going on 6pm. I thought I would drive to town. Get some more paper, some food to cook for Rachel when she gets in tomorrow and some more wood for the fire. When I got to town I walked passed a jewelry store. I saw this huge ring. It made me think about Brad and Cindy Lynn. Then I started to think about me and Rachel. Maybe I should ask her when she gets here to be my wife. It was the perfect setting for getting on my knee. Maybe she would like to become Mrs. Rachel Daniels. That's it. I went into the store and got her the ring. Tomorrow I will ask her to marry me. I got into my car and began to drive home. Then the left turn happened. The roads were slippery with ice and there were a lot of turns up the mountain so it was hard to drive, but I could handle it. But what I could not handle was...other drivers. While I was making a turn, unknown to me there was another car coming around the other side of the mountain. As I turned the corner his truck slid and drove into my lane. We slammed into each other. His truck slid into mine knocking me off the road and down a long hill of trees. His truck kept sliding and went off the side as well. Both of us falling and flipping. Pieces of the two breaking and flying passed each other. The last thing I remember was a huge metal pile flying through front window as I flipped upside down. I woke up in a white room. Sore all over. But I felt like I have been sleeping forever. I couldn't move. I felt like I was in some kind of a dream. I tried to lift my arm but had no luck. I tried again. My finger moved. Then, my thumb. Then I was able to get my elbow to bent and move my arm. It was at this time Rachel walked into the room. She was holding flowers, which she dropped the moment she saw me. She ran outta the room yelling "He's...ahh... awake...she's awake!!!" Then a doctor and nurse came running into the room with Rachel behind them. "What's going on?" I asked. My voice sounded very soft and out of breathe. "It's alright James. I'm Dr. Blackwood." "I don't care who you are. I just wanna know what's going on." "It's alright James. They're here to help," Rachel said in her sweet voice. "Alright...alright," I said as I took in a deep breathe which felt heavy on my lungs. "James let me tell you what happen and why you're here. You are at Johnson Blake Hospital in Denver. You have been here for some time." Hospital I thought. What happened? "A year ago you were on vacation in here in the mountains at your father's cabin. Do you remember that?" "I remember some. I was writing songs, waiting for Rachel to get there. I remember going for a drive to town to get some supplies." "Yes. On your return trip home there was an accident. There was a man driving home drunk from a party. He hit your car and both of you were driven off the side of the mountain. Your car flipped first and the man's truck followed. The man broke his neck and died instantly. You broke both your legs, your arms, some ribs, your nose, your jaw, some fingers and well....um..." "What is it doctor? Just tell me." "The man was a construction worker coming home from a company party. His truck had metal pipes and tools in it. When his truck started to flip the back opened and the contents fell out. One pipe flew through your front window driving strait into your groin as your car flipped upside down. The pipe smashed your privates to nothing. Since you were upside down your body fell out of the car's seat. When you fell, the pipe ripped you more." "No...this can't be." "I'm sorry but it is all true. When you finally got to the hospital, we did all we could but your privates, all of it, was completely gone." "What do you mean finally?" "When Rachel got there the next day you were not there. She got there late and went to bed. When She woke and found you were still not home she knew something must have been wrong. She called 911 and there was a search for you." "I'm so sorry," Rachel said as she ran from the room. "One of the police found the skid marks on the mountain road and looking into it they found you and your flipped car. They got you here but it was so long since the accident happen and so cold out there that I could not do much. I was hardly able to save your life. Besides all the broken bones and blood loss, you also had frostbite. How you survived is amazing!" "So what the fuck is wrong with me?" "James. We tried our best to help you. You were in a coma for the whole year. We didn't know if you would even be able to talk or walk or anything. We didn't know if you would even wake up from the coma." I was in shock. But I had even more shock news coming. "I had your Dad here, your band mates, Rachel and Cindy Lynn here. All of them praying for you. We had to make a decision on your behalf. We didn't know if you would ever wake but we still had to set your bones and fix your nose and jaw and your privates so you could have some kind of a life if you ever came to. Everyone notice that you would not be the same man you once were if you wake. We thought it would be easier for you to have a new life. Since it would be hard to go back to the music and movie business looking the way you did." "What are you trying to tell me doc?" "We set your arms and legs back. We gave you a nose job, we fixed your jaw, we had to cut and replace some skin where the frostbite was too much...and...well...we gave you a way to still live a normal life." "How's that doc...how the fu..." "We gave you a vagina." "A WHAT!?! I must be hearing you wrong." "No I'm sorry. But we made you have the workings of a healthy woman. We also put you on hormones. Since your privates are gone it was the smartest thing we could do. Since you had money, we used the best of everything we had. We used technology that has never been used before. Your body was so weak and beaten that we found that giving you a new way to live would be better for you." "Tell me I'm still dreaming!" "James, you are now 100% woman. We fixed you up, gave you a working vagina, breasts, a new nose and jaw line that if more womanly. You will never have to shave your face again, your voice is softer and we shaved your adams apple, and you will have a period once a month unless..." "WHAT THE...?" I said interrupting the doc. "Uh....yes, we have a new technology that we tried out on you and it worked. You will be able to live a normal life...if you choose as a woman." "I can't...I won't..I...I..." "Listen James. No one will know that James Daniel has become a woman. After we started the change we went to the press and told them the Mr. Daniel had died due to his injuries." "I'm dead!" "The life you lived will not be laughed at. You will go down in history as a great member of a fantastic band, an amazing actor and an all around great man." "What do I do now? I don't what this life. I would rather be dead. I want the life I been living!" "James it is up to you now what you do with this new life. We got you new records and money. And we got you new ID and a place to live. We found a way for you to continue to live. " The doctor handed me my new social security card and driver's license. I looked at them. It says my name is now Danika Rose James. The doctor told me the name Danika James is my old name, James Daniel, backwards of sort. One of the nurses came up with it. And my new middle name Rose was from my mother. It was her middle name. The doctor told me they would do some tests to made sure I was 100% ok, now that I was awake. They got me an apartment to live in, back home in California till I was ready to find my own place to live of my choice. I was in the hospital for the next three days. I didn't move an inch. All I could think about was the life I had. How it was gone now. How the rest of the world thought I was dead. I was so sick with myself that I didn't even look at my new body. I didn't even touch myself anywhere. I didn't even scratch an itch if I had one. I was sick to my stomach. I felt like crying. After the days passed the doctor came in to tell me the final news. "You are in good health. All the tests came back with great results. You can leave the hospital today." Rachel came into the room and said she would help me. She had some clothes and shoes in her hands. I looked at her and saw the light blue dress she was holding, white sandals and bra and panties. "Rachel I love you...but I'm not wearing that stuff. No way, no how." "Ok...I'm sorry...I'll be right back." She came back in the room 10 minutes later, with a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, and the bra and panties. "Where did you find the other clothes?" I asked as I looked at her and then notice that she was now wearing the blue dress and the sandals. "I changed into the clothes so you could wear my clothes. I want to help you anyway I can." "Thanks. I might look like a woman...hell I might be a woman, but I don't wanna live a woman's life." "Ok...but I think you should still wear this bra. You will need it trust me. After a while you will thank me." "Fine," I said. For the first time I sat up from my bed. I could fell the weight of my new breasts pull me forward. I took the bra from Rachel. The tag said the bra was made for size B breasts. I put it on. Then I was handed the panties. I didn't even look down as I put them on, But I did noticed how well they fit. Then I threw the t-shirt on then the jeans. They felt different. My butt was bigger and so were my hips.The jeans were very tight fitting. It felt weird. I put on a pair of socks and then the tennis shoes. They were light pink and white, but way better than the sandals I saw Rachel wearing. I noticed my hair was longer now too. It was down to the middle of my back. They let it grow while I was in the coma. When Rachel saw that I didn't want to wear women's clothes, she grabbed a hat in the hospital's gift shop while I was getting dressed. I took it and threw it on. Everything felt weird. The way my body moves. The way if felt when I walked. The weight of my chest... everything. We got in a cab and made our way towards the airport of fly back to California. In the cab the cabby saw Rachel and knew who she was. "I'm sorry to hear about your boyfriend...um...James Daniel. He was a great singer." "Thanks" Rachel said as she looked at me. "I really like that song 'Shadows Cast'. It had a cool beat. Did you know Daniel too Miss?" The cabby said as he looked at me in his rear view mirror. "Um...no, I never meet him," I said trying not to cry. We made it to the airport. And the whole way from the front door to the flight, people were going crazy over Rachel. I was push to the side. I wasn't use to it. I felt like I was in high school again. Everyone knew about me and Rachel. It was everywhere at one time or another. We were the "it" couple. But now I was nothing. I was dead. We got on our flight and I just slept the whole ride back to Cali. We got back to town and into another cab towards my new home. As I walked in there was a lot of my old things. The same paintings I had were hanging on the wall. My old couch was there. So was my DVD collection. I told Rachel I wanted to rest and go back to sleep. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said she was happy I was back with the living and left as I made my way to my new bedroom. I walked over to the king size bed and sat down. I threw off my shoes and jeans and got under the covers. I balled. I cried myself to sleep. That night I had nightmare of the whole accident. Then next morning I woke to the doorbell going off. I got up most likely looking like shit, but not really thinking about it. I have been so digested with myself that I haven't even looked at myself in a mirror yet...really. I had no real clue what has been done to me. Just what I could see from looking down at myself. I didn't know if I was good looking or a dog. Nor did I care. I was no long James so I didn't give a shit about anything. I opened the front door. There standing in the hall was the rest of Happy Mistake. Johnny's mouth was wide open. Total shock on his face. Then I looked down at myself. I forgot that I was only wearing a t-shirt and the panties... oh and that I was a woman now. "Can we come in?" Brad asked. "Ok," I said as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. "How are you Jimmy...um Danika?" "Fuck you... don't call me that. The name is Jimmy still." "Sorry buddy, I didn't know what to say. How do you feel?" "I feel like a piece of dog shit. I feel nasty. I feel sick," I said as I put my hand to my mouth. "I really do feel sick." I let out as I made a run to the bathroom. After a couple minutes of throwing up I rose to my feet. I walked over to the sink and washed the grossness from my face. Then my eyes began to lie to me. I looked into the mirror for the first time since "James died". I was amazed by what I saw. Still thinking like the male I believed I was...I saw a knock out. I was more than beautiful. I was a major hottie. I looked like a model I have seen before in a magazine. I was a sexy girl. After that thought went to my head I began to throw up again. Once I was finished round two, I remembered what I looked like. I thought about what the guys must have seen when I came to the door. Oh god. If I thought I looked amazing, I could only picture Johnny's face again. I went to the closet to find something to wear. There were rows and rows of women's clothes. I never seen so many woman's clothes. From dresses to dress suits, from high highs to boot heels. Everything a woman could ever want. Rows and rows of pink and yellows. Reds and purples. Lace and polka dots. I looked in the back of the closet and saw a couple of boxes that said James' old clothes. I pulled the boxes out and searched through them. I found an old t-shirt that felt tight in the chest area on me now and a pair of sweat pants that were also tight on me in the thigh area. I found the baseball cap I wore yesterday again and threw it on and walked back to see the guys. "Are you alright?" Mitch said looking at me. "Um..if you mean am I alright, done throwing up...yes. If you mean am I alright that I have a fucking pussy...then no...no I'm not alright." "Well Jim we just wanted you to know that we are here for you if you need us," Mitch said. "Yeah you might not like life now, but you are still my brother," Brad said looking at his feet. "Thanks guys but I rather just be alone." The guys got up and walked to the front door as I walked back to the bedroom. As I was about to close the bedroom door I could hear Johnny say "Damn she is hot. I can't believe that is Jimmy." I started to feel sick again. I walked to the bathroom and stared into the mirror. "What the fuck. Why did they do this to me. How am I going live like this? They didn't just turn me into an average woman. They turned me into a wet dream. Mother fuckers!!!" For the next month or so I did nothing but sleep, eat some and watch TV. When someone called I didn't answer. When someone came to the door I didn't open up. Then I got a slap in the face. I was watching the latest entertainment show eating the last of the peanut butter I found in the cabinet. I felt something wet. Something wet between my legs. I when to the bathroom and pulled down my sweats. I found blood. "Blood? What the fuck?" I was bleeding. Was something they did to be messed up? Did something fall apart on me? Then I remembered the doctor said. I would have periods just like a real woman, since that was what I was now, A real woman. "FUCK!!" I ran back to the kitchen to find a phone. Next to the phone was everyone's numbers. Who do I call? The doctor, Dad, Rachel...who? I felt too weird calling my Dad about having a bleeding snatch. I mean I haven't even seen him yet since this all went down. And the doctor was in a different state, what could he really do? So Rachel it was. "Rachel...its James....can you help me?" "What's wrong?" "um...I'm bleeding...um there...." "Oh....I'll be right over. Just stay calm and put a towel down where you sit." "Um, Thanks." Rachel was over in about 20 minutes. The doorbell rang. I would finally open up. Rachel showed me and told me everything I needed to know about having a period. Taught me the ways. When my little problem was solved we sat down and got to talking about life. "Besides having your first period... How have you been doing?" "I've been ok. I've been trying to forget what I am now. Ignoring the world." "It's not that bad being a woman, Danika." "It's James." "No...it's Danika, James died. I know it's hard. But I learned the faster you learn that the faster you can go back to living. I cried for you for a long time. But once the doctor started your changes, I knew that James had to go. I still cried for you but I knew you would have a new life to live." "But if I have to be Danika I don't wanna live." "Have you even tried? Have you gone outside in the last month or so?" "No. I have been in here. Hiding in the shadows." "You can't say that you give up if you don't even try." "Well what the fuck am I gonna do." "Well the doctor said your voice is softer, but maybe you can still sing. If you can, then you can reform Happy Mistake. The guys have been doing side projects since the accident. Some have worked and some have failed. Maybe they would like to reform the band with you." "I don't know Rachel. That was my old life. I want it back, but it makes me sad to think about how I can now." "Just give it a try." I started to sing the song 'Maybe Baby (I Was Wrong)' that I wrote in the cabin. "Maybe, baby I was wrong, I never thought It would take me so long. Maybe, baby I can now see, That you are the only girl for me." "See!!! That sounded great Dani." "You think? I don't know." "Well it was. I think you should get dress and we can go met up with the band." "Ok but I'm not wearing those clothes that they put in my closet." "Dani, you have to. That is who you are now. If you do reform the band, the record company will want you to be all the woman you can be. You have to start. Take baby steps." "Ok...but I need your help. I have no fucking clue what I'm doing with anything." "Ok, let's get started. Woman 101 begins today." Rachel took my hand and we walked back to the bedroom. First thing was a shower. "You stink you know that girl? Like a pig in the mud." "Yeah I haven't bathed since I've been home." "Ok. Take a shower. You're very lucky. Besides all the repairing of your body, the doctor made it so you never have to shave your face, armpits or legs again. So all you have to worry about is cleaning your body up." "Alright," I said. To think that I can never grow a beard again if I wanted to, kinda sucked. I did as she said. It was the first time I touched my new body. It really creeped me out still. My breasts were so big. It was strange to feel what it was like to have someone touch them even if it was me doing the touching. I remembered when I was on tour and I would touch the girl's boobs I meet backstage. It was like rubbing a couple of soft melons. But now I reacted to what that touch felt like for the receiver. When I came out I rapped a towel around my waist like I used to do. Then I remember that was the old me and rapped the towel around my chest. Then I came back into the bedroom were Rachel was sitting on the bed waiting for me. The very first thing I saw was a pair of black panties hanging from Rachel's finger. She told me to put them on. They weren't just panties, no, they were thong panties. After I slipped them on she sat me at my new vanity, and began to brush out my hair. "You're gonna need a haircut darling." Then came the makeup. She never touched it, because I did it all, but she guided me through every step. "I could do it for you, but you are going to have to learn sooner or later. Sooner it is," she said. I used powder that made my face look smooth and soft, then a light brown eye shadow with plum over that, blended with a small sponge. The eyeliner was black, and the liquid flowed onto my eyelids easily. Then a deep red pencil to outline my lips. Then a bright red lipstick. I remembered the taste of lipstick from kissing Rachel before, but it was so much stronger having my lips fully done. "Ok now what to wear? It's time you start to dress like a woman would dress. You're lucky the doctor had your stomach stapled too,or you would be really fat from all the food you have been eating since I'm guessing you haven't worked out any since you been home. While I find something for you to wear, put those on." Rachel said pointing at a pair of black pantyhose she just threw on the bed. "Really?" I asked. She told me to roll them up and put my foot in and slide them up my legs. She then gave me a black bra to put one. I had some trouble. I wasn't used to putting them one on, only talking them off. And last time I had one on, at the hospital, Rachel helped. When I had the bra on Rachel gave me a black t-shirt. It was extremely tight. There was no way of hiding my boobs in this. It was a plan black shirt, but written on the front in pink it said "bebe". She handed me a blue jean skirt. It came to about 5 inchs above my knees. I felt really exposed. It showed an awful lot of leg. Once I had it on Rachel sat me back down at the vanity. She brushed my blonde hair some more till she liked how it looked. Rachel then took my hands and clipped my nails. They were pretty long due to not taking care of them. Then once done she pained each one red. My hand looked so different. So feminine. It was really scary. But not the scariest part. She handed be a pair of black 3" heels. I was scared to death of trying to walk in these. "You will be wearing these a lot. They made your legs look hotter and will drive the men crazy and insane." "Hey, none of that...ever...that's is definitely where I draw the line. No men.... Ever." "Sorry," she said as she rolled her eyes. "We'll see," she said under her breath. Last she gave me a little perfume and some jewelry. The weight of the huge silver hoop earrings had some getting use to. When I was done Rachel helped me stand up and learn how to walk in the heels. It wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to me. I thought I was going to fall and break my neck. I took to it pretty quickly. That scared the living shit out of me. Then we walked over to the full mirror. That is when I finally saw Danika Rose James. I had to admit to myself. I really was a knock out. Even hotter than when I was just in the t-shirt and panties. I was drop dead gorgeous. To tell you the truth, don't tell her, but I looked hotter than Rachel. I was about to start crying cause that thought should have never been in my mind. It was gross to think about. I was about to ball, when Rachel told me not to mess up my makeup. I felt weird. It's the simplest word to explain the feelings. I felt so feminine. So at war with my own image. "Rachel I don't think I can do this. I don't want people to see me like this. Everyone will talk and laugh." "No they won't. No one knows you. You're not James Daniel. Your Danika James. The hot new singer. The girls will be jealous and the guys will be speechless. If you don't believe me, believe me when I say that I think you look way hotter than me." Rachel gave me a little black purse with my new id in it and we made our way out into the world. I was so scared. The guys were all at Brad's place which was 3 blocks from my new place. He has been living there with Cindy Lynn. So instead of a cab Rachel said we should walk so I could get some more practice in the heels. Every step I took felt strange. The heels were killing my feet and I could feel the stockings, but damn did my legs look good. My hips were swaying due to the heels. And I was taking smaller steps with hopes of not falling. And the noise they were making on the sidewalk was not pleasant to my ears. The wind was blowing the cool breeze on my stocking cover legs and it felt so good I must admit. In my mind I didn't want it to feel good. It just felt so wrong. Men don't like wearing woman's clothes. They never would. But it felt so nice. About half way there a car drove by and a guy yelled out, "Hey baby dolls. Want a ride?" "No thanks," I said. "Are you sure you don't wanna give those pretty legs of yours a rest, sweetheart?" "No were good. Thanks anyways." "Shot yourself toots." God I hope we are almost there. About 3 minutes later we got to Brad's place and rang the doorbell. "Coming," I head a woman's voice. It must have been Cindy Lynn. I was right. "Oh hey Rachel. How you been? And who's you pretty friend?" "Hey Cindy Lynn. I'm good. This here is Danika." As Cindy Lynn's mouth drop strait to the floor she said, "Damn...you look amazing. I would have never have guessed that was you James." "Thanks...I guess. Can we come in?" "Yeah, Yeah... get in here girls." "Is Brad around?" I asked. "Yeah he is in the game room with the guys watching a football game." "Thanks," I said as I left to find them. I walked back to the game room and found Brad, Johnny, Mitch and 3 other guys I didn't know, watching one of the many Sunday football games. They all had their backs towards me. Then one of the unknown guys turned and saw me and let out a wolf whistle. All the heads in the room turned around. "Hi," is all I could say. The 'wolf whistler' came over to me and put out his hand. I put out mine. Thinking he was just going to shake my hand. Instead he took my hand and kissed it. "How may we help you, me lady?" "I'm here to talk to the guys of Happy Mistake." "Oh," he said with the saddest look I ever seen. "Guys, call you excuse us for a moment," said Brad. The three other guys got up and left the room and went to the kitchen. While leaving the 'wolf whistler' stopped and turned back towards me. "Before I go...what's your name?" "Why?" I asked in a pissy way. "Cause I wanna know the name of the girl I will be dreaming about tonight." Looking at him, feeling very ill, I said, "Danika." "Nice to meet you Dani, I'll see you around," he said as he left me with the band. "Hi guys." "Hello Jimmy...?" Mitch said. "Its ok...you can call me Danika or Dani or I don't care...whatever the fuck you want to call me." "Ok Dani. What's up?" I tried not to cry. Nerves were getting to me. I was shaking a little bit and the heels were not helping. "I don't want to live my life as a woman! I'm still Jimmy and this woman shell that I am living in is not me. But it seems I have no real choice in the matter. I have to try to live this new life. Or at least give it a go. It's my second chance if you will. And if being a woman is how I have to live then I guess, so be it. But I need some of my old life back. I want to be in a rock band again, making great music. That was what I enjoyed the most. I need it again. I need that peace of mind. I want to know if you guys would like to reform Happy Mistake and try to be my band mates again?" "I'm in," Johnny said right away with no questioning, while Mitch joined in with, "Me too." "That leaves you Brad," I said looking at my brother. "I don't know...I...of course I'm in," he said trying to play it up as a joke by second guessing it. "I have been bored with everything else I been doing," Brad said. "Can you still sing?" Mitch asked. "She can still sing...and she sounds incredible," Rachel said as she entered the room. "Great," I said with a sigh of relief. "I don't think we should call ourselves Happy Mistake though," Johnny said as he took a sip of his beer. "Yeah..if we try to get signed, the record companies might find it weird that we replace 'James' with a new signer," Brad said. "James, you haven't seen the fans. You are like Lennon or Cobain. There are posters of you everywhere." "Well how about we call ourselves...'Another Mistake'," Mitch said as we all shook our heads to say no. "It's too close to the old name," said Brad. "Plus it was the title of our second album." "Let's just hold off on the band name for now," Johnny added. "Let's make some music first and we can't worry about a name later. We decided to start the next day. The sooner the better. The other guys came back into the room and they all went right back into watching the football game. I on the other hand still felt strange to be dressed so feminine and with 3 unknown guys checking me out, it didn't help any. So I made my way out of the room and went into the kitchen to talk with Rachel and Cindy Lynn. "Theirs our girl," Cindy Lynn said as she walked over and gave me a hug. "I'm very proud of you," Rachel said as she too gave me a hug. As she did, I could smell her perfume. It brought back so many memories of me and her together. We were so close before my accident. I couldn't hold back the tears. It was all getting to me and I think the hormones in my body weren't helping me any. The clothes, the smells, the period... everything. "Are you ok?" Rachel said. "No...it's so hard. I still have feelings for you. I still see you as my girlfriend. But I know we can never be more than friends now. I know that you most likely don't see me the same way as you use to. I mean, your boyfriend shouldn't be able to wear the same clothes as you and look going doing so. I have to tell you something..." I said coughing a little to clear my throat. "Go head..." Rachel said. "The day of the accident...I got a ring. A huge diamond ring. I was going to ask you to marry me. I was gonna ask you to be my wife when you got to the cabin. But now...now..." Rachel gave me a another hug and began to cry too. Then Cindy Lynn startd to cry. I could hear the guys in the other room talking. "What's that noise?" "It's just the girls crying....women." The next day we were to meet at Mitch's place around noon. He used all the money from the Happy Mistake records to build his own recording studio in his house. I still didn't want to be a woman, but I knew I still had to at least start trying. Take those baby steps. I went to my draws to look for underwear. I never looked before today to see what was in them. There were loads and loads of different kinds and colors of panties and bras. I was still trying to get use to the fact that all the women's clothes in the apartment didn't belong to some one night stand I had on the road or that the panties weren't a pair that were thrown at me on stage. Nope, not these panties. Nope, all of these were mine, mine to wear. It was like a grab bag. I random threw my hand in and grabbed a dark gray bra and a pair of navy blue panties. I put them on and then I made my way to the closet. I didn't want to dress to fem since I was only gonna be in a small sweaty recording studio all day with 3 guys. So I figured a dress wasn't needed, nor did I really want to wear one anyway. Instead I found a pair of tan khaki shorts, They were a little short and the ends were folded up a little bit and was white. When I wore khaki pants before, I would end up wearing a button down top with a tie. So I figured white button down top minus the tie would look ok with these khaki shorts. I noticed that the white top didn't really hide the fact that I was wearing a gray bra. It was somewhat see through. But I was too lazy to change it. After I had on my clothes, I went to try my hand at makeup. It would be the first time all alone putting it on. I went with a light blue eye shadow and some pink lip stick. I didn't want to over do it. I thought I should just keep it simple. Finish, I was ready to go. Oh wait shoes. I can't walk around barefoot. I went back to the closet to get the tennis shoes that I have wore from the hospital. Damn, really? Where are they? Matter of fact, where is the box of my old clothes? Rachel must have thrown them away with the stinky, dirty clothes I was wearing around this place. She must really be trying to teach me a lesson. After we got home last nite, I when to take another shower before bed. She must have made her move then. Crap, Maybe I have another pair. I mean, woman wear sneakers too. I looked through the closet. No luck. The only thing I have is heels and heeled boots. Heels in every color of the freaking rainbow. I didn't want to be late to meeting the band so I did the same thing I did with the bra and panties. I just randomly grabbed a pair which happen to be White 3" heeled sandals. I didn't want to wear them, but really I had no choice. Now I'm done. Off to meet the band. When I got down stairs and out the front door, I found Rachel standing on the sidewalk waiting for me. "Hey Rachel!" "Hey girly." I still wasn't used to hearing the woman I wanted to marry at one time call me girly. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "I've come to give you a ride to the studio and have a little chat with you." "Oh...thanks." Behind here was her bright candy red Corvette. We both jumped in and started to make our way to Mitch's. "So what did you want to talk about?" I asked. "I am going away for 3 months," she said. "Where are you going? Why?" "I'm going to shoot a movie in Texas." "Oh...that's...that's great," I said. I was expecting something way worst. "You don't sound happy." "I am...I am...don't get me wrong. It's just that I was finally starting to want to give this life a try and I could really use a female friend to help me and now you're leaving." "Well...That's kind of half the reason I'm going. I was offered the movie three weeks ago but I turned it down. I just didn't feel like working." "What changed your mind?" "All I could think about last night was what you said about wanting to marry me. I wanted to tell you that I would have said yes. It was a dream of mind. I thought about marring you and having kids with you and living the fairy tale. I had a hard time sleeping last night. This morning I got a call from the director saying that the lead dropped out and he still wanted me to play the part. I thought it would be good to get away and put my mind on work and less on the past. I know you need me, but if I don't clear my mind, I know I won't be much use to you. I hope you're not mad at me." "No... never. I may not get to be your boyfriend any more or even your future husband...but I will always love you and will do anything to make you happy. I understand it's all hard on you cause I know how it's hard on me. I will always love you." "I love you too, James." Two seconds later we were in front of Mitch's place. "Thanks for the ride. I hope filming goes well." "Thanks and I hope the recording goes well." I gave Rachel a huge and then made my way out of the car. "Oh, Dani. If you need me just call my cell phone. And if you have any women questions you can always ask Cindy Lynn too if you can't get a hold of me." "Thanks, Rach," I said. "Bye." "Bye." I waved by to Rachel and in a way I think I also said goodbye to the chance of us ever being together like we were in our past. I got to Mitch's front door. Somewhat nervous, I rang the bell. "Hey there," Mitch said as he opened the door. "Hey." "Johnny and Brad are in the studio." When I walked into the studio I was amazed. It was great. Very Professional and super cool looking. "Hey Johnny, Hey Brad," I said as I waved to them. "Hey Dani," both said in return. "Before we get started I need to talk to my broth...sister for a minute," Brad said as he walked over to me. We both left the studio and closed the door behind us. "James..uh... Dani. I need to talk to you about dad." Oh shit, dad. I haven't even thought about him since I have been out of my coma. "He has had some problems with everything that has gone on." "What are you talking about?" "Well when the doctors told him that the best thing for you was to become a woman it freaked him out. You know dad. He's a very manly man. He couldn't take the fact that you were going to become his daughter. It was too weird for him to take. He signed the papers for the doctors cause he knew it would help save your life, but he said he didn't think he could handle it. He came back to the hospital about 3 months after the surgery. He said he took one look at you and all he could see what mom laying in the bed. He started to cry cause seeing you brought back all his thoughts and memories of mom and it was too much for him to overcome. He left the hospital and I only talked to him on the phone and he didn't want to hear any news about you. "That's crazy...my own father doesn't want to me, his own son. Shit. Daughter. Shit, who cares if I look like mom. I don't even remember what she looks like. She died when I was 8." "Well, let me tell you. I have seen pictures of Mom and Dad in collage and you could pass for mom any day of the week." "But why would that matter? I'm not her. And if I was born a girl, I would most likely look like here anyway." "He loved mom and I think seeing one of his sons, looking just like the woman he loved might freak him out. At least right now." "So what do you want me to do. I would give anything to have my dick back. I lost Rachel," I started to cry. "I lost my manhood. And now I'm losing Dad?" "No, it's not like that. I think you just have to live your new life for a while. And one day when you are both ready you can meet up with him. I know he is being someone of an asshole for putting his feelings over yours since you're the one that had this life altering change. But it's better to just not worry about him and live this second change you where given." Still crying, I said "Ok...I think that's all I can say...ok." "Now...now that's outta the way. Let's get rocking." I told John I needed to use the restroom real quick. I wiped the tears from my eyes and made sure my makeup wasn't a mess. My life may be a mess, but I don't want to look like a total mess. We made our way back to the studio. Everyone was set up and ready to play. The band always liked to record live. The whole band, playing the whole song together. Everyone had their own closed room, but the windows were huge so we could see each other. Brad was at his drum set which still had Happy Mistake all over the front of the drum. Johnny was holding his bass and Mitch was ready with his v neck guitar. We all had our headphones on ready to rock. "What song do we do first?" I asked. "Cover song?" I head Johnny ask in my headphones. "How about that one Dani wrote that we have been working on?" Johnny chimed in. "What song?" I asked. "What was it called... 'Maybe Baby (I Was wrong)'," Mitch said. "Yeah we found it when we when to the cabin," Brad said. "Ok then let's do it!" I said pumped. "I totally remember the lyrics." The music started to flow into my head phones. It was the first time I heard the music. Before, it was just me and my guitar. The guitar got louder, the drum was beating, the bass was groovy and then it was my turn to chime in. "Maybe, baby I was wrong, I never thought It would take so long. Maybe, baby I can now see, That you are the only girl for me." "Stop... pause. Hold the presses," Johnny said. The music went from 10 to 0 in seconds. "Um...Dani...you...um...I...didn't..um...Brad you tell her," Mitch said. "Dani...you might want to change the line 'girl for me' to 'man for me'." "Ew, oh, I guess I really don't have a choice do I? No one said this would be easy." The music started up once again. Here is my turn... "Maybe, baby I was wrong, I never thought It would take so long. Maybe, baby I can now see, That you are the only man for me," I sang out. We continued throughout the day and into night. We finally had our fill after about midnight. But when we were finished we had a couple of great new songs. We were all beat after that. So we all decided to just sleep there at Mitch's place so we could get back to work early the next day. "I will take the couch. Brad and Johnny can take the two beds in the guest rooms and Dani you can have my bedroom," Johnny said. "Thanks for giving me your room, but I can sleep in the guest room or on the couch. You don't have to give me any special treatment since chick now," I said with a courtesy laugh. "No...that's alright. You take my room. I want you to get a good rest since you're our singer and I want you to have a good sleep so your voice is strong tomorrow. And if you want you can take an old t-shirt and pair of socks to sleep in. Cause if you're anything like my ex- girlfriends, sleeping in a bra is no fun," He added with a laugh. "Thanks again. Night guys," I said as I when to the bedroom. Once in Johnny's room I was ready to sleep. It was a long day. My bra, can't believe it's "my" bra, but it was killing me. And so where the heels, my toes were barking up a storm. I thought I would take Johnny up on his offer and wear one of his shirts. Once I remove my clothes, I just didn't feel comfortable sleeping in the nude. I walked to his closet. I found loads of band shirts. Like 1000s. He was definitely a collector. He had shirts from the Stones to Happy Mistake. I grabbed one of the many Happy Mistake shirts that he owned. If I was going to choose one, if should be a Happy one. I sat on his bed and kicked my heels off. Then took off the shorts and top and folded them and put them on a chair that was in the room. I slipped the t-shirt on. It was a XL and was huge on me. It was more like a loose fitting dress. Johnny was a totally different body type then me, before my change I mean. He is 6'3" and full of muscles. If being in a band didn't suit him so well, I could picture him as a MMA fighter. I also noticed I could also his stink on the shirt. And in a weird way I like it. I never noticed the smell of his cologne before. Why was I now? Stop it. I walked over to one of the draws to find a pair of socks, because it was a little cold in his room. I'm not sure if it was just cold in the room or if being a female now, like all females seems to get colder more than guys seem to do. When I opened the draw my eyes popped out of my head like a cartoon. I don't think he wanted me to go into this draw. There was some hand lotion, condoms, and a couple dirty magazines. I looked at the one cover of the magazine. It was called "Lovely Rejects," I don't get the title. Must be a magazine about girls with daddy issues. With that said, I couldn't help but look at the inside. I kind of felt like a man that just got out of prison, seeing a girl again for the first time. The women were amazingly hot. These were some of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. Or maybe I just been in a coma for a long time. I laughed to myself. At first look the thoughts in my head where...She's hot, look at that rack, nice ass. Then I stopped. I was getting turned on from the pictures. I felt weird. I felt like a man again. Why would that make me feel weird? I looked at where my captain used to be. I felt a little odd. I was getting turned on. And it was a totally different feeling than I ever felt before. I felt so out of mind. So out of place. I tried to calm down. Took in some deep breathes. Relax a little bit. I looked down at the magazine again. The page I had open, had a woman sitting in a chair wearing a red teddie and red stockings. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed. One of her heels was dangling from her toes. I started to have thoughts popping in my head. The way I was looking at this woman is the way men are now going to be looking at me now. I felt really uneasy. I looked at the girl again. I wasn't turned on anymore. For some strange reason I said to myself "I wonder if I would look that hot if I wore that? I wonder if a guy would think I looked as hot as this model? I wonder if a guy would sleep with me if I had that teddie on?" That is when I creeped the hell out of myself, slammed the magazine closed and said "Fuck it! I don't need the socks...I'm going to sleep," I crawled under the covers and passed out. The next morning I woke up ready for more music making. I looked at the clock and it was 11:15am. I slept a lot longer than I planned. I didn't feel like changing out of the t-shirt. I just slipped on my heels and when into the studio wearing what I slept in. "Go morning sunshine," Johnny said. The guys were already in the studio working. "Why didn't you guys wake me up?" "We thought you needed your beauty sleep," Johnny said jokingly. "Ha ha...not funny, asshole," I said. "Well I see you found a good shirt to wear," Mitch said pointing to the Happy Mistake t-shirt I was still wearing. "Did you find anything else in my room... I mean any socks to wear?" Mitch asked, but I could tell he was wondering if I found his girly magazines. "Um...no... not a thing. But I think I have a great name for the band." "What's that?" Brad asked. "The Lovely Rejects," I stated. "I like it. It's catchy," Brad said. "I agree," Johnny added. "I like it too...um but where did you get that name from there, um...Danika?" Mitch asked afraid of the answer. "It came to me in a dream." With that we were back to work. I stayed there for about a week. I went home a few times to get some change of clothes, but for the most part we didn't leave the studio. We got so into the music that everything else was forgotten. It seemed like old times. The only thing that really changed that week was the different t-shirts of Mitch's I was wearing. After the week, I thought it was time to get some new clothes I wanted to wear. I felt it was too fast to be thrown into dresses and heels and all things woman that were in my closet. It was time for a trip to the mall. I wanted to take baby steps not just leap in the pool. I didn't really know where to start. I went to the local mall and went to the first women's store I saw. I bought what I liked to wear. Well the woman's version of what I like to wear. I got Jeans, some shorts, pants, kakis, flat sandals, tennis shoes, t-shirts, a jacket, a couple baseball caps, a hockey jersey (cause I might not look it, but I was still a guy that loved my hockey), and some more socks. The only thing that was women's clothes was the companies that make the stuff. Jeans are jeans. Pants are pants. It is all unisex. When I was a man I never could understand why men only could wear suits and pants. But a woman could wear suits, pants, shorts, tights, dresses. Really whatever they wanted to wear. Whatever color they wanted to wear. That was one good thing that was coming out of this. I could wear the same things I wore in the pass and not get weird looks for doing it. The next two months were the same. I would go to Mitch's to record. Only this time I had my own t-shirts to wear. After the two months have passed we felt it was time to pick the songs for the demo or album, mix it, put it on a cd and start selling ourselves to the record companies. It was a Saturday morning. I just woke up. It was the first day off from finishing the album. I just felt like sleeping all day, but instead I got up and went to watch cartoons like I used to do when I was little. Only now I was older and wearing a white nightgown. Yes, a white nightgown. I found it in a draw one night, tried sleeping in it and I just keep doing to. It was about 8am when the doorbell rang. "Who the hell is it this early in the morning?" I said to myself as I got up to answer the door. I opened the door and to my surprised it was Rachel. "Rachel!" "Hi Danika, how have you been?" "Good, come in tell me how the filming went." "It was great. Everything went smooth. I think I have a hit on my hands." "That's great. You're back a little early." "Yep. The shoot went so smooth that we were ahead of schedule. How did your recording go?" "Fantastic. The album is done and we picked a band name." "What is it?" "The Lovely Rejects." "Great. I'm so happy for you. You want to get some breakfast with me?" "Sure, I should get outta the house today. Let me take a shower and change into something." I went and showered and found some clothes to wear. I just threw on some jean shorts, a red t-shirt and my white tennis shoes. I put on a little eye shadow and a very light pink lip stick. Then put my hair back into a ponytail style. Then I went to find Rachel in the other room. "Ready to go?" I asked. "Yeah," Rachel said. We when to a local place called Dave-O's. We used to go there for breakfast when we were dating. At first we didn't know what to say to each other. Then Rachel said... "Do you want to go to a party tonight?" "Maybe," I said thinking she was joking. "Well, maybe you can also invite your band mates. There might be record and other music people there." "What's the party for?" "Oh, do you know the actor Vander Cole?" "Yeah, didn't he play the quarterback in that football movie?" "You mean 'All Kinds of Time', yeah that was him. Well he is having a surprise party for his girlfriend." "That sounds like it could be fun. What time is it?" "We should get there around 9pm." "Ok, I'll ask the guys." "Oh and you might want to dress up a little. it's a fancy movie type party." "Ok, now I don't want to go," I said with a smile. "Why?" "Cause I have been living like this, a woman, for about 3-4 months. But I'm still not into all the girly stuff like dresses and shoes. I tried but after about a week later I stopped and didn't want to continue. As you can see, I went out and got new shoes and baggy t-shirts. I wear a little make-up once and while just so I look somewhat normal, a bra cause I need one or I would be in pain and get crazy stares. And a nightgown to sleep in. Besides that I wear mostly guy stuff." "It can't be that bad." "It is. I look like a girl that wants to be a man. It's worst than being a tomboy. I keep staring at hot women when they walk by. I just can't get use to being a man becoming a...well...I guess I'm a lesbian now." "You know that even lesbians get dolled up. How else are you going to get another lesbian to notice you? It's not looking all tomboy like. Unless you want that type of a girl." "I guess you're right." "I'll tell you what. I will come over at 7pm and I will help you get ready." "Ok." When we were done eating, Rachel went on home to get ready. When I got back to my place I got on the phone and called the band. They were all coming. So was Cindy Lynn. I thought that since I was going to a party I should get some more sleep so I could stay up tonight. I threw off my shoes and shorts and jumped into bed. I felt like I had my eyes closed for 5 minutes when the doorbell started ringing. "Hey," Is all I could say when I saw Rachel standing there. She was dolled to the nines wearing a strapless red dress. Her hair curled and her makeup beautifully done. I didn't know whether to find her attractive or be jealous. "You ready to get ready?" Rachel asked as she laughed. "Is it 7 already?" "Yep... so go take a shower then we well get ready." When I finished I wrapped a towel around myself and joined Rachel in my bedroom. I remember a time when I couldn't wait to get naked with Rachel in my bedroom...this was not one of those times. "Are you ready?" she asked. "I guess." "Here put these one." Rachel threw me a black bra that had lace on it and a