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Six Months to Grow On Chapters Three & Four Month Three In the third month, Brian James Kelly grew another inch. After taking the treatments through the spring, he felt like he could take on the world. For the first time in his high school life, he was starting to feel like everyone else. His attitude had changed. He was starting to enjoy looking at himself in the mirror. Brian fantasized about the weight he'd gain each month through the summer. He dream was to stand six feet tall and weigh 150 pounds. His school life had changed. Parts of school were fun. He enjoyed the mental challenge of programing with Mr. Johnson. They had talked about projects Brian could do over the summer. With his blossoming talent at writing programs, Mr. Johnson said he could elect to be in the senior computer classes. Mr. Johnson saw no reason that Brian couldn't then take some on-line college classes when he was a senior. Brian's relationship with Mindy had never been better. He had never felt so excited about anything. Every time he spotted her walking through the halls, he got turned on. Even though their relationship was still a secret, he caught himself dreaming about their rhomps during classes. While it wasn't something he'd discuss, their time together was the highpoint of each day. Every afternoon after school, the daily routine was dressing up in Mindy's underwear and making himself pretty. Brian got so used to seeing himself with makeup, he thought his face looked plain and uninteresting without it. His fast growing hair seemed better behaved since Tiffany had styled it. Even though it was a lot longer, it still looked good. Each morning after his shower, he'd brush it straight back and smooth it down. Every afternoon at Mindy's house, he'd put product in and back brush it with his fingers until it looked quite hip, almost punk. Sometimes, he'd use a holding spray to keep is looking full and wild. One afternoon, Mindy stared at him sitting at her dressing table working on his makeup. She put one hand on his neck and playfully touched his dark, rich hair. "You know. I'm jealous of your looks. With your rich, dark hair and such beautiful blue eyes, I wish my complexion was as creamy as yours." Brian blushed. "Mindy, boys aren't supposed to have creamy complexions." Mindy kissed his neck. "My boy does. My boy turns me on." Brian finished with his eye liner and put it down. He felt high with his makeup on and his hair teased. It was almost like he could hide behind this pretty persona and be a confident teen. "You turn me on, too." He stood up and kissed Mindy on the lips. Their lipsticks touched. That afternoon, while they lay on the sheets dampened by sex, Mindy played with Brian's little member. "I really love my little girl friend even if she is a boy." "Mindy. You embarrass me when you call me a girl." Mindy wet her fingers and stroked him. "Can I call you a girly-boy?" "No, that's even worse!" "Well, what should I call you?" Brian looked at her and sighed. His eyes filled with tears. "I don't know. When I look in the mirror at myself, I wonder what I am." Mindy kissed his beautiful eyes. He was doing a great job with his makeup and she wanted him to feel rewarded not confused. "You're my boyfriend who is also beautiful, too. That is what's important." Brian was feeling the pleasure that came with Mindy touching him. He kissed her deeply. "You are my world." Mindy smiled. "Good, because I want you to get your ears pierced." Life was all going so well until Brian had his appointment with Dr. Galloway. With just one statement, his world came crashing down. "Brian," she said, "I think it's time to stop the pills." Brian wasn't sure that he heard her correctly. Looking at her face, it was obvious he had. "You're serious? I thought I was doing so well and making such great progress. I thought I'd be right up there with my classmates by the time I returned to school in the fall." "Brian, we have some issues to discuss. I don't see any sign of your own system taking over and replacing the low dose estrogen. All I'm seeing is the estrogen moving you towards adulthood. I'm not sure of the psychological effects that the hormones will have on you. It's obvious that your growth spurt is real. We have to understand that it's the estrogen is causing your growth. There's no testosterone involved and none of your growth characteristics are masculine. I'm not seeing any indication your chest or shoulders are growing. Your voice is not changing. Your growth is female in nature. You're not developing any masculine growth characteristics. I fear that in taking more estrogen, your body will become more feminine." Brian looked confused. "I don't get it. I don't understand what you mean." "Well, if we were to continue with larger doses of estrogen, you'd take on permanent female characteristics. Your hip bones would thicken. Your pelvis bones would widen. Your leg bones would lengthen and your thighs would thicken with more fat. Your waist would stay trim and your butt would grow rounder with extra mass. You'd develop larger nipples and eventually have enlarged breast tissue. You'll have a harder time putting on muscle, too." "I don't see any of that happening. All I see is that I am getting taller and putting on weight." "I agree, but what happens if the accumulation of estrogen in your system goes the way I'm describing? What happens if your butt gets round and heavier? What happens if you start to develop breasts? What happens if your voice moves to an even higher register? Are you prepared to grow up and live your life as a woman? Would that be your goal?" "No, no. That's not my goal. My goal is to keep up with my classmates. I was born male. I just want to keep taking the pills for a while longer until I weigh more and grow a few inches taller." "I'm not sure that's safe, Brian. We don't want to push our luck here. I think we should take you off the medication for a few months to see if your own hormones kick in and take over." Brian felt panic and the anxiety starting to rise. He wanted to stand his ground. "Okay, doc. I hear you. But, I really want this. How about if we go month to month on this? It's only been three months. How about if we check me out and make sure none of that is happening each month? Can't you give me an x-ray or measure me more often?" Dr. Galloway sighed. She realized how committed Brian was to growing. "All right, Brian. We can keep going one month at a time until we both agree it's time to stop. I just want to make sure you are on-board with the plan." As Brian left the doctor's office, he wondered why he had fought so hard. Was he trying to grow larger or was he enjoying the feeling of the hormones in his body? It was like he was a little high all the time. His mother had referred to it as euphoria. He liked being taller and his longer legs looked great. He wanted to gain more weight. It didn't matter if he looked more girlish as he got taller. Eventually, he'd fill out. He wanted to grow so badly. Riding in the car from the doctor's office, Brian turned to his mom. "Do you think I can start taking vitamin supplements or protein shakes to gain weight? I'm really looking to put on pounds of muscle." His mom thought for a minute. "Would you want to look for something at the mall? I'm sure there's a store in the new section." They'd been making the mall part of their post doctor's visits to shop for new clothes. Brian's body was growing so rapidly, he needed new clothes. Each month after the doctor's appointment, they'd have lunch and shop. Shopping for some of his stuff was a no brainer and easy to find. The biggest problem was finding clothes to fit his new shape. Mrs. Kelly was helping Brian look for new pants. They were standing in a store pushing through the racks of clothes. Brian's waist was 25 inches and his inseam was 28 inches. They were striking out in the young men's department. "You know, Brian," his mom said. "We'd have better luck on the other side of the store. She motioned with her head towards the women's side. "C'mon, mom. I can't go over there and look. You're embarrassing me." His mom thought for a minute. "Okay, tell you what. I'll go over and get some pants and you wait for me in a dressing room." Brian nodded his head. "That sounds good, but nothing girly." As Brian waited in the dressing room, he thought about what he was doing. He was a sixteen year old boy waiting in the dressing room while his mom picked out girl's jeans for him to try on. He shook his head. The dressing room door opened part way. "You decent?" His mom had a large stack of pants over one arm. She set them down. "Here you go. I'll wait out here while you try them on." "Thanks. I'll show you the ones that fit." Brian never enjoyed trying on clothes. His body embarrassed him. He found success with the third pair. The waist and length fit. "Mom?" "Yes." "Here I come." Brian came out and walked over to the three way mirror and his mom. "What do you think?" "Turn around." As Brian spun around, he looked at himself. Everything worked except for his butt. The material bagged up and did not fit properly. "Uh, too much material back there." His mom nodded and agreed. Brian returned to the dressing room to try on another pair. The next pair, called boot cut, seemed to be more tailored to his narrow hips and rear. They both agreed they were fine. Mrs. Kelly paid for them and Brian wore them out of the store, but not before trying on some shirts. Brian picked out a white cotton knit shirt. It complimented his shape. His mom had him try on several tops, some with collars and some without. He ended up wearing his favorite, a long sleeve, collarless tee. "What do you think?" Mrs. Kelly smiled at her growing son. "You look nice" Brian checked out himself in the glass window of an approaching store. "Yep. Everything fits fine. I think my new clothes make me look skinny." Mrs. Kelly laughed. "You're so used to hiding behind all those baggy clothes. You really don't know your own body." Brian thought about that for a moment. "You're right. I've never really worn clothes that fit. Speaking of fit, let's find that health store and get some muscle building powder." At the vitamin store, Brian purchased a powder supplement. The clerk suggested a three month quantity to start. Brian smiled and turned to his mom. "Three months worth. That coincides with my last month of treatment. I wonder how tall I'm going to get." As they walked out of the mall, Brian reflected on the past couple of months. He was a pretty lucky guy to have found Dr. Galloway and her estrogen treatment to get his body growing. Some days, Brian felt that anxiety returning. Now, he was starting to worry about the pills and the fear of staying small. He wanted to take the pills until he was as big as his classmates. He wanted to be healthy and play sports. He had dreams of walking down the halls and everyone turning to admire him. It wouldn't happen if the doctor cut off the medicine. After twelve weeks, he was growing and it made no sense to stop the pills. He just didn't understand what the doctor meant when she said side-effects and permanent damage. She didn't understand the consequence of not taking pills. The permanent damage would be staying small and underdeveloped for the rest of his life. So he continued to take the pills and check the mirror each day. As long as none of those side effects didn't crop up, he knew it was full steam ahead for getting bigger and better. His anxiety was all about the race to the finish line. Would he grow tall before the pills affected his system? Mindy spotted his nervous behavior. "What's wrong, baby? Why are you so tense?" "I don't know. Some days I just wish these treatments were all over and I was all grown up and settled in. I just wish I could have it all." Mindy laughed. "Big talk from some sixteen year old." Brian was at Mindy's house. They were lying naked on top her covers. Brian was idly touching Mindy's breast watching the nipple respond to his pinches and palm strokes. He whispered to her, "Do you think that Claire and Tiffany are lovers?" Mindy smiled and licked her fingers. She nodded and reached down between Brian's legs, squeezing his penis. "I know they are and I have the video to prove it." "Video?" "Uh huh. Claire gave me a copy of her latest one to share with you." "Claire makes videos? What kind of tapes?" Mindy laughed and kissed him solidly on the mouth. "You really don't know my sister. To you, she was just your sweet-sweet baby sitter who hugged you and kissed you and tucked you in at night." Brian blushed. "Stop that. She was always nice to me and always seemed to care. Don't make her out as bad and stop laughing at me." Mindy licked her fingers again and stroked Brian firmly. "Oh, Bri, stop it. You know I'm just teasing. Claire still loves you and you will always be her baby. You have to realize that baby sitter Claire is a freak. She's got her dark side, too." "Uh, you said she gave you a video for me to watch? Where is it? What kind of tape?" Mindy smiled. "It's a sex tape and she has a message on it to you. She made it with you in mind. It's on my computer." Mindy pointed to her laptop. "Want to watch?" "Yes!" "Then, you have to let me dress you up first." Brian knew that he might as well agree rather than argue. He knew that Mindy would get her way and he really wanted to see this tape. It was easier to shrug and nod then it was to argue. He figured the sooner he did what Mindy wanted, the sooner he'd see what Claire had made for him. Mindy let go of his semi-erect member and hopped out of bed and over to her dresser. She reached in and grabbed out something that was black and lacy. "I've been dreaming about you wearing this for a while. Put it on!" Sometimes, Mindy got that tone of voice that was a bit demanding and over the line, but rather than argue, Brian just did what she said. It was a teddy. It was black and lavender lace. As he pulled it up, the smells reached his nose. It was Mindy's perfume mixed with her body scent. The same smell she had when she was in bed with him. "Have you worn this?" The crotch had two snaps and he fastened them and tucked his genitals back between his legs so there would be no bulge. As he pulled it up over his slender hips and across his small waist, he felt it gather and cling to his thin frame. Sliding the straps up over his shoulders, he straightened it out. Then, he reached back and adjusted the straps to make it fit properly. He turned to see Mindy holding out a pair of stockings and high heels. Mindy had insisted that Brian learn to walk in heels. She dared him to keep his balance, but now, it was part of the ritual. Brian rolled on the stockings over his smooth legs and slid his feet into the heels. He inspected them carefully. "These are new," he said. "New for you. But, a certain baby sitter of yours left them behind after her visit home." "Claire?" Mindy nodded. "She said the next time she was in town, she wanted to see you strut." "Claire knows I wear your clothes?" Mindy smiled. "Honey, we are sisters. Claire knows everything." Brian touched his styled hair. "So, Tiffany knew I was a boy all along?" "I don't know about that. I don't know what Claire tells her friends. But, I do know Claire would never hurt or embarrass you." Brian's head was spinning. If Claire purchased heels for him and made a video, Claire knew about Mindy dressing him up. It wasn't much of a secret anymore. Brian stood there in Claire's heels and Mindy's lingerie. He sighed. He felt the panic subside as he looked in mirror. The image that stared back was a tall, slender girl in makeup, stockings, and heels. Her dark hair was long and layered. Looking at the image made him calm and confident. He thought to himself, 'All right, move on. What was done, was done.' Brian tried to smile. "How do I look?" Mindy stood facing him. In the three inch heels, Brian was now as tall as she was. She kissed him deeply. She ran her hands across the silky underwear and touched his nipples. Lately, his nipples had become more sensitive and responded to her lightest touch. "You look beautiful. Now, lets do your hair." Mindy liked the way Brian walked in the heels and sat down at her dressing table. He was so obedient and sweet. She picked up a squeeze tube and squirted product into her hand. Rubbing her hands together, she transferred the product to Brian's hair pushing it deep into his growing locks. "Your hair still looks good since Tiffany styled it, but I'd like it longer." Brian looked in mirror and watched his hair fluff out and frame his face. It was longer. It looked okay. "It grows so fast. I think it grows about an inch a month ever since I started the treatments." Mindy brushed his hair and pulled and pushed until it formed little spikes all over. She thought it would look really cute with blonde highlights. She made a mental note to have Tiffany add highlights the next time she styled it. As she sprayed his hair, she daydreamed about the summer. She was really looking forward to when Brian would be her's to play with all day. No classes, no homework, and no schedule. He'd be with her and under her command. She knew she'd have him out and about wearing dresses in no time at all. Ever since they had met, it'd been Mindy's fantasy to be in charge of Brian. Growing up as the youngest of two, her sister Claire had always been boss. Mindy envied that power and wanted it over Brian. He was the perfect candidate. After his seizures and growth problem, it had been very easy to mix sex and love together to give her the control she wanted. Dressing Brian up wasn't as much a gay thing as a control thing. She loved the way Brian gave her orgasms. Claire had been instrumental in helping her train Brian. Claire was now jealous of her boy toy. Mindy imagined Brian dressed as a pretty girl walking hand in hand with her in the mall. No one would know he was her pet. She didn't need to flaunt a dog collar or leash to know he was hers. Sitting at the dressing table, staring at the mirror, Brian knew what to do. He picked up the mascara wand and started to curl and highlight his lashes. He never admitted to Mindy that he enjoyed the process of making up his face. It was a strange phenomenon. As he applied makeup, he stopped being Brian and became the girl in the mirror. It felt good to be pretty and someone else at the same time. After applying mascara, he used eyeliner and made a thick line above his lashes that extended out and up. He drew satisfaction in doing it right. It took a steady hand and it was hard because he became sexually turned on during the transformation. Sometimes, he got so excited he had to hold one hand on another to keep from shaking. Getting his makeup right was a lot like his computer programing. It took his full concentration. Brian liked it when something took all his attention. After the mascara and the eyeliner, he'd sometimes brush a bit of color on his face. He didn't need a foundation because he had good skin. He did enjoy watching Mindy pick out a tube of lipstick and hand it to him. He'd apply two coats and blot them off with a tissue. Brian looked in the mirror critically and admired his work. He looked older, at least eighteen years old after he was done the work. He knew that Mindy was right. His hair should be longer. Mindy watched Brian apply his makeup like a pro. He looks like he's been doing it for years, she thought. Just watching him was making her wet. She thought about the video and the toy that Claire had left behind for both their pleasure. What a surprise she had in store for him. "Well, let's see the video." Mindy turned it on and they watched together. Month Four Brian James Kelly sat down and took a deep breath. He had questions, but hesitated to ask because they were stupid questions. Dr. Galloway turned and faced him. She smiled. "Okay, Brian. Spit it out. You've been sitting there fidgeting for most of your physical. I can see that you have something to say. Let's hear it." Brian hesitated. He hated to talk about his condition. Dr. Halloway was an expert, but, well... "I do want to ask questions, but they sound so stupid and lame. I wanted to talk about my equipment." He pointed down between his legs. Dr. Galloway laughed. "Ask away. I'm your doctor. We can talk about anything you want." "Well, this is sorta embarrassing. I mean, I was wondering when they would start getting bigger and more manly." Dr. Galloway nodded her head. "Okay, that's an honest enough question. Well, from a clinical standpoint, your genitals grow when they're either receiving testosterone. That's why Dr. Ward was trying so hard to get your body to accept artificial testosterone. He knew that your body needed it to start growing. So far, you're body hasn't accepted testosterone or starting making your own. If your body was doing that, your genitals would recover from what your seizures created." "Would they get big?" "Hmmm. Everything is relative. If your body was supposed to grown bigger it would. But, some men are only average or some are even small in size. There's no way we can predict what you are going to do." "You know, is that like final? I mean, I'm stuck the way I am - no muscles, no height, no weight? And I'm going to look like I am twelve years old between my legs forever?" "Don't get upset, Brian. It's good to talk about this. You're in your fourth month of taking pills and it's not over yet. You're still healthy and doing fine. I'm going to let you keep on taking the estrogen for another two months. After all, you grew an inch last month and put on a few pounds. There's still hope. He tried to smile at the doctor. She was right, things were progressing, more than they had in a long time. But, after watching Claire's video and seeing that guy's penis and what it did, well Brian knew that it was all about more than simply getting tall. He needed to grow. He saw the way that guy's body looked and worked. Thinking about it made Brian confused and nervous. He'd never seen a guy naked and this guy was very naked in Claire's video. He was big and strong with lots of muscles. His equipment was big, too. It was just such a shock to see what a college aged guy looked like and what he did with his equipment. Brian couldn't get it out of his mind. All he could see was that damned video that Claire made for him. No matter what he did, all he could see was her carrying on with Tiffany and then the camera man, too. Claire was beautiful and so was Tiffany. But, this guy was something else. It was very frustrating. The video was about twenty minutes long. Jack, the guy in the movie, started as the camera man. After Claire had looked directly into the camera and greeted Brian, it followed her over to the bed. She and Tiffany had kissed for a while and then gotten undressed. Brian watched that first time, taking it all in. Claire and Tiffany were both beautiful, just different from each other. Claire and Mindy were blondes. Tiffany had curly, red hair. Claire was the same as Mindy, Tiffany was softer and a tad shorter. It was obvious from the video, that Tiffany and Claire were lovers. He watched and picked up some pointers he might be able to do with Mindy. Claire was the boss the same way Mindy was. Claire climbed on top of Tiffany. Brian thought that he and Tiffany were the same in each relationship. After a while, Claire had turned to the camera and moved in towards Jack. She unzipped him and thats when Brian got the shock of his life. When Claire took his member out of his pants, Brian's head started to spin. He had never seen anything so big. He watched as Claire went to work. Most of the time, the camera filmed the top of Claire's head as she went to work with her mouth. After a long while, Tiffany filmed Jack and Claire. There had been a lot of moaning a groaning. Brian had never seen intercourse before. How could he explain to Dr. Galloway about the movie that ran non-stop through his head? It was really interfering with everything but school. When he was in class, he forgot about it because it took all his concentration. After school was a different story. He saw the video from beginning to end in his head just like he was sitting on Mindy's bed staring at her computer for the first time. Strange, compelling, and addicting, he felt the heat of the passion deep in the pit of his stomach. He shook his head and refocused on where he was and what he was doing. He remembered to thank the doctor as he stood up and headed out the door to the waiting room where his mom sat. "All set?" Mrs. Kelly stood up. She straightened her skirt and picked up her oversized purse. "Everything all right?" Brian nodded and gulped. He walked alongside his mom and smiled. "Everything is good. I'm going to still get the treatments for another month." Mrs. Kelly smiled. "Great news. Do you need to buy any clothes? Want to go to the mall or should we stop for lunch on the way home?" Brian enjoyed the radio while they headed to the mall. He was going to need some short sleeved shirts for school. It was a good thing because he didn't have to hid his body as much now. He was taller, not tall enough. He was heavier, not heavy enough. Mrs. Kelly glanced at him when she was stopped at the traffic light. "Your hair needs trimming. Want to go see Al this afternoon?" Brian shook his head. "Nah, I'm getting my hair trimmed again by Claire's friend, Tiffany. Maybe sometime this week after school at Mindy's." Mrs. Kelly frowned. "I guess she did a good job. It looks fine, just a trifle too much layering. I liked your hair when it was short and clean." "Mom, Al gave me the same haircut since I was five. It's time I got something grown up and different." "Well, Brian, I'm not going to argue. It's your hair. You can do whatever you want with it. Personally, I just like that clean look." "Well, mom. You could start letting Al cut your hair." "You're funny, Brian. Al gives a great haircut, but a lady doesn't need a barber. Do you like my hair, Brian?" Brian glanced at his mom. She'd had the same style since he could remember. It was long and straight and to her shoulders. Sometimes, she pulled it back and put a ribbon in it. Most of the time, it was down and ended in a flip. "Sure, mom. It's your hair and you can do whatever you want with it." Mrs. Kelly laughed. "Stop imitating me, young man or I will pull this car over right now." They were both laughing as they parked the car at the mall. As they walked along looking at different shop windows, Mrs. Kelly chatted with her son. "I'll tell you, Brian. You are getting very hard to find pants for. Your body is still growing, but you need to fill out if we're going to be able to start shopping in the men's department." "Shush, mom. I'm not happy shopping in the women's department either. But the jeans fit. You know, just get me the same thing as last month, but see if you can find a light weight khaki and maybe a pair of jeans." Brian made himself comfortable in the dressing room while his mom searched out the girls' department in the store. He didn't want to set foot in there but knew that if he wanted to find pants, that's where they stocked his sizes. For the past few years, all of Brian's clothes had come from the Boy's department. From head to toe, he was just like a twelve year old boy. It was easy to buy clothes, but it just felt stupid. Now, since his treatments began, he was growing. But, it was not synchronized. His legs had been getting most of the growth spurt. His trunk was still pretty much the same size. He hadn't gained much weight or filled out. When his mom handed him three pairs of pants, he pulled his own off and started to try them on. His mom was still inside the dressing room. She looked critically. "You need new underwear, too." "That's fine. But, we don't need to look in the girl's department for them. I can still buy them on my own." Brian tried on the khakis. They were lighter weight than he was used too and the was different. They were higher in the waist and tight. The hips flared out. The material and cut was dressy. "Mom, these pants are too fancy and look, they don't have back pockets." His mom sighed. "I don't think we're going to have any luck with off-the- rack khakis from the women's department. We're just going to have to find some that can be tailored." The jeans were another story. There were so many different cuts and styes that Brian was able to find several pairs to choose from. "I guess I'm going to be wearing more jeans than khakis." Dear Readers, I hope you are enjoying my little tale. I love reading your comments and suggestions. I look forward to pleasing all of you in the last two chapters. L.M.