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MICHAEL'S DESTINY By Betty Noone We have all read stories about a girl trapped in his boy's body. He knows he should be and is a girl. But what of the very rare instances where one is born a boy, wants to be a boy, is a boy, but has the physical appearance of a girl? This is the story of Michael. Christopher (Chris) and Velma Ingersen were delighted when Michael was born. They already had a daughter who is now four and one half years old and they wanted a boy. And what a beautiful boy he was. He was a small baby, birth weight only five pounds eiight ounces. He was delivered at full term, was fully formed and even though he was light in weight did not have to stay in the hospital longer than usual. Typical of his Danish heritage he was blonde. After the first week of birth it was determined that his eyes were blue. Not just any blue but an electric blue. His sister, DeeDee, anxiously waited at home to see her new baby brother as she was not permitted in the hospital according to the hospital rules. There was nothing unusual for the first four months of Michael's life, except that when he was taken outside in the baby buggy for a walk, or to the store, women would come up to the buggy and look at his beautiful face. More times than not, the women asked Velma what 'her' name was, even though Michael was dressed in blue boy colors. Velma always politely answered, stressing the word, "HIS name is Michael." As Michael got older, and became a toddler, his baby cuteness did not go away. He was always dressed as a boy, but the mis- identification by strangers persisted. Of course, at this age Michael was not aware of himself, nor of the comments of others. He knew he was loved by his parents and sister and taken care of. Chris was a mining engineer for a major oil company and was often away from home for weeks at a time exploring for new sources of oil. He was compensated with comp time so that when he returned he had a lot of time to be with his family. Velma loved her daughter, and her son. She loved being a housewife, taking care of her children, cooking and taking care of the house. Every second week a house cleaner came to do the heavy work such as cleaning toilets and scrubbing floors. It was a happy household. By the time he was two years old, Michael was playing with his boy things. He had his trucks, and legos. His sister, now six played with her dolls and began to socialize with other little girls her age. One rainy day DeeDee played house in her room by herself. Michael was sitting on the floor in her room playing with his trucks. DeeDee getting bored with her dolls, began to play house with Michael. She told him that he would play to be her baby girl and that she would be the mommy. Michael would have none of it. The more his sister insisted the more he said no, until he began to cry. Velma came upstairs to see what was going on, and told DeeDee that Michael was not a baby, and certainly not a baby girl and to stop it. When DeeDee went back to playing by herself Michael stopped his crying. He knew he was a boy, (and as his parents were always telling him, ' a big boy.'. He knew that he did not want to be a baby, certainly not a girl baby. He was a 'big boy.' By this time his blonde hair was in ringlets about his head. There are few blondes that have the intense color that Michael had on his head. It was as if a spotlight was always shining on it. His eyelashes were also blonde...and thick. Even his parents had to admit that most girls would kill for lashes like that. He was a slight baby, and it seems that no matter how much he was fed, and he was a good eater, he did not get fat. He had an oval face a turned up button nose. With the piercing blue eyes he did indeed look like a girl. Velma took him for his first haircut at the age of two and had the barber give him a boy's haircut. Parted on one side and close to the head. It didn't help much. He still looked like a girl but with a boy's haircut. After a while and with Chris' approval she discussed his beauty with the pediatrician and he assured her that she should not worry, that he would grow out of it. Velma was also concerned about Michael's size. He was born small, but it seems that his body is remaining frail. He had small shoulders, a short waist, but long legs. The doctor again re-assured her people come in all sizes and shapes. He told her that she was worrying about it too much. To herself, Velma thought, "Yeah. But you don't have to keep correcting strangers as to what sex he is." Nevertheless, Velma was getting tired of having her son mistaken for a girl. She began to dress him down, using darker colors, and making sure that he never wore anything even remotely feminine looking. By the time he was ready for kindergarten at the age of five, he looked every bit like a girl who was wearing a dark plaid shirt and corduroy pants. Chris and Velma were not unaware of this condition, but they relied upon the doctor's assurances that it will be all right. Michael's examinations showed him to be healthy, and in all respects other than his physical appearance was a member of the male sex. Chris and Velma were not ignorant people. They were aware that their son was too beautiful for a boy. They worried about predators. They watched him closely when he was outdoors, and even his sister was schooled to always keep an eye on him. For his part he was constantly being drilled as what to do should a stranger approach him. As a result, Michael became shy of strangers. When Michael entered the first grade things began to change. He found that with his small and delicate body he was not able to keep up with the other boys who (especially at recess) were running, jumping, climbing and throwing balls. The girls would have accepted him except that he was a boy and did not want to play with the girls, or with their girl games. So, for the most part, Michael was alone. Velma and Chris were aware of this and were quite concerned as to what to do. They discussed it with Michael's first grade teacher who was savvy in psychology and was sympathetic, and likewise with the school counselor who also was sympathetic to their plight. The counselor at one time suggested that Michael be home schooled so that he not feel so isolated and shunned by his classmates. Velma, a University graduate as was Chris was qualified to do this and finally a decision was made for Michael to stay at home and be schooled by his mother. A plan was developed between the parents and the school so that Michael would receive the education that his grade demanded. He took the tests at home. Michael like his parents and sister was also very bright. Not having any friends, he concentrated on his school work and excelled in every subject. When he was in the third grade he was allowed to answer the telephone at home when it rang. In every case he was mistaken for his sister. "DeeDee?" the caller would ask. "No. It's Michael. Hang on, I'll get her." Before puberty set in Michael had the high voice of a little girl. It's not that he talked like a girl, its just that he sounded like a female. He knew he was different, and he was aware of the reason for the home schooling. His orientation was all boy. He still played with his trucks, but now he had access to an XBox and other computer games, and the games he played were all boy. Racing cars. airplanes, cops and robbers. Just like any other boy. Stupidity did not run in this family. At the age of nine he began to question his parents as to why he was so different. The family were church-going people. Michael was aware of God. And he asked his parents, "Why did God make me different from the other boys?" How does a parent answer that question to anybodies satisfaction? They explained that the doctor assured them that by puberty in a few years it would all go away. But when you are nine years old and alone, a few yearsi seems like an eternity. When the family went out in public, say to a movie or restaurant, it was obvious that on-lookers thought they saw the parents and two beautiful girl children. Because of their continual reassurances Michael got used to it and ignored the stares and comment of strangers who came by their table. Normally a stranger doesn't come over to comment to a family having dinner in a restaurant, but Michael was so striking that (the women mostly) they would come to the table, or comment when passing the table as to how beautiful their'daughters' were. Michael never got over the resentment when this happened, but he started to ignore their comments, and did not protest that he was a boy, as he did before But family life was good. The parents were not only loving to their children but to each other. Chris' job paid well, and offered him a lot of time off, even though he had to travel so much. Tragedy hit the family when Michael was fourteen. Chris was on an exploration trip in Alaska when the small plane encountered an unexpected blizzard. For days the search parties could not find the plane, and when they did, all aboard were dead. Velma was quickly visited by the company's psychologist as well as most of the senior officers of the company in respect. She found out that the company had a five million dollar insurance policy on her late husband, and that, if properly invested would be sufficient to take care of their needs. Velma did not know what to do with the money. A family friend, who was an investment counselor, began to come over and explain what kind of income could be generated with that amount of money without having the principal lose any value. The way he explained it, by investing in safe securities, she and her children would be well taken care of. And she wrote out a check for all of it, less $100,000.00 which she wanted to keep in cash, and entrusted it to the care of the family friend. Monthly checks arrived on time, and they were more than sufficient to take care of the family's needs, and then some. After the mourning, life went back to routine and life was good. Michael at sixteen was only 5'4" tall, weighing 125 pounds soaking wet. Puberty came and went, His little girl's voice changed to soprano. Instead of being mistaken for DeeDee when answering the phone he was now mistaken for his mother. He never liked it, but he got used to it. His complexion was alabaster, his eyebrows, never plucked , nevertheless were thin. His hair remained a bright blonde that seemed to radiate light. His lips were a cupid's bow and were red as if he was wearing lipstick. And his cheeks had color as if he were wearing blush. His smallish face was oval with a weak chin. Instead of a beard, there was peach fuzz. It was the face of a sixteen year old girl. But Michael was not a girl inside. He was a boy. The doctor, after giving Michael every test he could think of could not explain why puberty did not change things. The only thing the blood tests revealed was a slightly lower testosterone level. The doctor also observed that Michael's penis was smaller than the average male, but he put that aside because Michael was of such a small and delicate stature. He still had no male friends. The few boys who tried to become his friend quickly showed that they were after something that Michael was not prepared to give. They wanted a relationship. Michael only dreamed and when in bed playing with himself fantasized of having dates with girls. He received many calls from girls asking him to come over, but he realized they didn't want him as a boy friend, but merely to help them with their homework. The few times he tried it, most of the time they talked about boys and clothes, and Michael would feel unfulfilled when he came back home. He and his mother, often talked about "why?" and found that they could not come up with any answer that made any sense. Not 'why', just 'Is.' Michael had to learn to accept that this is what it is. When Michael was sixteen, his sister now a junior at the University announced that she was engaged to be married. Velma met this boy on many occasions, liked him, and knew that her daughter was seeing him regularly at school He was a senior, about to graduate with a bachelor's degree in organic chemistry. Velma thought it interesting that DeeDee's fiancee would be in a similar field as was her late husband. Velma asked DeeDee not to marry until she graduated, knowing that all too often once married a girl often does not return to get her degree. All DeeDee would promise was that she would wait until Harley would graduate and get situated in a job. Harley graduated with honors the following year. By this time Velma met his parents who she liked. She found out that Harley went to the same denomination church as they did. Velma could not have wanted a nicer boy for her daughter. The University sponsored a graduation ball, and it was always a gala affair. Harley's best friend, Jeff, and the person who he chose to be the best man at his wedding was going to attend the ball in order to celebrate with Harley and DeeDee. One week before the ball, Harley's friend was notified that his date came down with measles. Measles! Who gets measles anymore? It seems that her parents were fundamentalists and did not believe in preventative medicine. She would be unable to attend. Most of the co-eds were either already committed to a date or were not planning to attend, and Harley's friend was without a date. DeeDee was home at this time as classes were over and the final exams were not yet due. She knew that Harley was highly upset at this turn of events and she was trying hard to think of a solution. At dinner with Velma and Michael, she suddenly looked at her brother with new interest. Michael found DeeDee staring at him intently and he said "What!" Ignoring her brother, she said to her mother. "Mom. I think I have a solution for Harley's friend." Velma at that moment was lost in her own thoughts as she was eating and she said, "What?" "I said, I think I have a solution for Harley's friend. You know. A date for the prom." "That's nice ,dear." "No, mom. Hear me out. Michael can do it." With that Michael who was listening to the banter, said. "What did you say?" "I'm talking to mom, squirt. Mom, listen to me. Michael can do it." "Do what, dear?" "Michael can be Jeff's date for the prom. We all know that he looks like a girl and he is a knockout. Harley would be so happy if Jeff could come." Michael interrupted, "What about my say in all this? I know I look like a girl, even a pretty girl, but I am not a girl. I am a boy. I cannot help what I look like. That God made a mistake is not my fault!" "Hush, Michael. God does not make mistakes," his mother chided. "Talk to him, mother. He'll do it if you ask him to." "Michael, why don't you give it some consideration. I know you like Harley and you would be doing him a big favor." "I wouldn't know how to act. I have never worn girls clothes, nor do I want to be a girl. Besides, what if Jeff makes a move on me?" When Michael made that statement, DeeDee knew that she had him at least thinking about it. "Jeff has never met you Michael. But what if the deal would be that he knows you are a boy and that you are doing it for Harley's sake. What if Jeff agrees to that?" "I don't have anything to wear." Michael said. "I have all the stuff you would need. I am a little bigger than you and the clothes may have to be altered a bit, but they would fit you perfectly." "Look at my head," Michael tried to protest. I don't have a girl's hair do. It is short." "Short, but cute," DeeDee teased. With that Michael through a dinner roll at DeeDee. "Stop it you two." "Seriously, Mickey, I am sure we can rent a wig for the one night." DeeDee had never called Michael 'Mickey' before and it took Michael by surprise. But Velma, still distracted said, "Nikki? Whose Nikki" "If Michael agrees to do this for me, that will be his name for the night." "Oh. Nikki. Well, that is sort of a nice name." "Listen, squirt," If you do this for me, I promise I will make it up to you somehow. It is a favor that I will never forget. Please. Please." "I guess it wouldn't do any harm to try on some of your clothes to see how they look." With that, DeeDee jumped out of her chair and ran over and hugged and kissed her brother. DeeDee couldn't wait another day. She insisted that after the dishes were done that they all go up to her bedroom and to have Michael try on some clothes. DeeDee had three ball gowns and after having Michael slip into a chemise and panties, take off his shoes and socks, she had him try them on, one at a time. DeeDee particularly liked the fire-engine red sheath that had one bare shoulder. The hem was two inches too long, but even Michael had to admit, he looked stunning. Velma knelt on the floor and pinned the hem so that it was even to the floor and just the right height, and said she would take it to the dressmaker in the morning and hopefully have it back that same day She helped Michael remove the dress, and DeeDee handed him a bra, sweater and skirt. "What? "You are going to have to wear a bra. We will have to give you some fake tits. The dress wouldn't look right and you wouldn't look right." Holding the skirt by the waist, she said, "Here, Nikki, put your legs through this." The hem came down to just above his knees. "Nikki?" "Be a sport. For the one night you will be a girl. Just the one night. I told you that I somehow I would make it up to you. But you have some work to do to be a girl, even for the night. So for the remainder of the week, we are going to have to work together. C'mon Nikki. help me out here." Michael always got along well with his older sister. It was she who often defended him and protected him when he was younger. He found it difficult to say no to her. Now that he committed to the project, he mumbled, "In for a penny, in for a pound." DeeDee gave him a hug. He slipped on the bra, DeeDee padded it slightly with some tissues then slipped the chemise over his head. He stood while his sister helped i=him wiggle into the sleeveless sweater. When that was done she went to her closet and brought out a pair of shoes with a three inch heel. His hands and feet were small as the rest of his body, and if anything, DeeDee's shoes would be too large. But they weren't. She had him stand up and he teetered. He tried to walk and found that he almost lost his balance. "How do you ever learn to walk in these things?" "You'll see. By the end of the week it will feel natural." With his complexion he didn't need lipstick, but she added a little lip gloss which made his lips shiny. She led him to the full mirror in the hall. By this time Velma returned to the room and seeing her Michael in skirt and sweater, with two small mounds of breasts sticking out, she knew that he made a prettier girl than most. No. Not pretty. Beautiful. "You look wonderful, er, ah, what's his name again, DeeDee?" "Nikki, mom." "Oh, yes. Nikki I am really proud of what you are doing for your sister, Michael." "Thanks mom. I do look sort of cute, don't I? Even without hair." Both his sister and mother agreed that he was better than cute. While getting no thrill at seeing himself now fully dressed as a girl, he liked what he saw. He became the girl he would have liked to have dated, but never did. They all went downstairs, Michael being very careful to hold on to the stair hand rail so that he would not fall while wearing the unaccustomed heels. DeeDee excitedly called Harley and filled him in on what Michael agreed to do. He made Harley promise to tell Jeff that his date was her brother, but not to concern himself. He would be proud of how his date looked. The next morning DeeDee woke her brother up early, and they went to a wig store to rent a wig. Michael was dressed in a shirt and jeans, wearing his sneakers. . DeeDee had Michael try on various styles. It was decided not to change the color of the wig from his natural blonde as it went with his complexion. If Michael was cute before he was stunning with a female hair style. They paid the rental fee in advance along with the security deposit.. DeeDee brought him to her Salon and had his nails shaped and polished with a bright red enamel. She wanted to buy him a pedicure as well, but he protested saying that he would probably be wearing closed toe shoes and they wouldn't be visible anyway. DeeDee agreed, not wanting to push her brother to far, too fast. They returned home by eleven A.M. finding Velma fixing lunch for the three of them. DeeDee brought Michael to her room, had him don the bra, skirt and sweater as before, but this time she put mascara on his full blonde eyelashes, and penciled his eyebrows to a thin arch with a light brown pencil. She applied a little powder to his face and filled in his rosebud lips with a bright red lipstick, to match the color of his nails. She placed the wig on his head, brushed it a bit until she was satisfied. He then donned the heels and hobbled down the stairs, paying attention not to trip. DeeDee went into the kitchen first, got her mother's attention and then called for Michael to enter the room. As he did so, she shouted. "TaDa!" Michael entered the room, and when she saw him, Velma began to cry. "What's wrong, mom?" , Michael asked. "Oh, Michael, you are so beautiful. I am crying because you are. I never realized what a stunner you would be." With that, he went to his loving mother, and allowed her to put her arms about him and hug him to her chest, as the tears rolled down her cheeks. DeeDee brought over a tissue and dried her mother's tears. Michael's education began at the lunch table. How to sit, how to chew. How to talk to your date. After lunch DeeDee began to teach Michael to dance. Not ever having had a date, he did not know how to dance. But he was willing to learn. Since he did not have to unlearn how to dance like a male, it was easier to learn to dance the woman's part. Before the afternoon was over, he suddenly realized that he no longer was teetering in his heels, but that he walked normally in them. He found that he was able to twirl, and he learned how to hold his hands when dancing as a girl. DeeDee told him that he shouldn't hold back if his dance partner held him close. He was told that for the rest of the week he must urinate while sitting down. He learned how to apply his lipstick and other cosmetics. By Friday, DeeDee knew that Michael (now Nikki) was ready. Saturday,the day of the prom, DeeDee was at her Salon early for a comb- out and manicure. Nikki slept late. He was now wearing different outfits during the day, and learned to sleep in a nylon short nightgown at night. He thought nothing of it, as it gave him no sexual thrill. He still fantasized of dating girls when in bed by himself, but he found that he was seeing his own reflection as the girl of his dreams. The boys were coming to pick them up at 7P.M. and by four P.M. both DeeDee and Velma began to dress Nikki. He took a twenty minute soak in scented soapy water. Was told to shave his legs. (Something he hadn't counted on). When he came out of the shower wearing his terrycloth robe, DeeDee handed him a small black nylon panty. This panty looked different than the panties he was wearing during the week and he asked DeeDee about it. "It's called a gaff. It will bring your manhood in-between your legs so that you will have a smooth front. If anyone happens to touch you there, they won't feel anything unusual. You will still be able to pee while sitting down, even while wearing it." Nikki shrugged, and went into the bathroom to put it on. Velma was about to tell him that he didn't have to leave the room as there were only girls present, but she thought better of it. She didn't want to spook him. A new black underwire bra was donned. This time DeeDee inserted soft plastic fillers in the cups. Giving him a "B" breast. His left shoulder was bare and even without mascara, shadow or other cosmetics, he was stunning. He glanced at himself, and liked at what he saw. He knew that he would have no trouble at the dance. If anything, the other girls would be envious of his beauty. After donning the wig, his sister and mother completed the ensemble. One needs earrings (clip-ons, his ears were not pierced) several rings, a ladies' watch for the left wrist and a golden bangle for the right. A spritz of perfume and Nikki was ready. All of this took almost two hours. He was sent downstairs to watch TV while Velma helped DeeDee finish dressing. Fifteen minutes before the dates were due, DeeDee entered the room and joined Nikki. She handed Nikki a beaded clutch bag, with his lipstick, powder, small brush, house keys and hanky in it. Precisely at 7 PM the front door bell rang. DeeDee answered the door, Nikki remained seated on the sofa, but he turned off the TV. DeeDee warmly kissed her beau, and then had to wipe off the lipstick she placed on his lips. He was so handsome in his tuxedo. Jeff was right behind Harley as she led them into the room. DeeDee was pleasantly surprised that Jeff was not in a tuxedo, but was wearing his second lieutenant's full dress uniform of the U.S. Marine Corps. Standing fully six foot one inch, and erect as a Marine should be, he came over to Nikki, who remained seated on the couch, took off his white right glove,reached over, took her and said to her, "I'm honored that you are my date tonight, Nikki." WOW! Nikki never met him before, but hadn't expected someone so handsome, so masculine. Nikki felt a stirring that she did not expect. She also knew that this evening was going to be a success. The boys helped the girls into their wraps and they all got into the waiting limousine. The dance was a success. Jeff knew Nikki was a boy, but she was so beautiful, so vivacious, so funny and so warm, that throughout the evening he did not see anything but female when he saw Nikki. Being alone for so much of his life, for his part, Nikki got into the spirit of the dance. Others came over to try to cut in. but Jeff politely told them that this was his special date, and they backed off. Who is going to argue with a Marine? They danced, and Nikki found that she giggled. She is only sixteen, but she looked regal and certainly at least eighteen. Jeff, being a gentleman, made sure that she only had soft drinks. Nikki even in heels came up to only Jeff's shoulders and when dancing fit snugly in his arms. It was two A.M. when the limo was parked at their house. DeeDee and Harley were kissing in the car as Jeff walked Nikki to the front door. They stood facing each other, holding hands, and Nikki didn't know what came over her, but she said, "Kiss me. Kiss me goodnight." It was an invitation that Jeff hoped for, he took Nikki by the waist, drew her to him and they kissed. And kissed. And kissed again. Nikki reached behind her, and opened the door and went into the house, Jeff following her inside. "I don't want to leave," he said. "I know. I want you to know that I really had a wonderful time. I was doing a favor for my sister, but it turns out that she did a favor for me." "One more kiss." "Okay. But then you have to go." They passionately kissed, at which time Velma came into the room wearing her robe and yawning. She saw the embrace but opted not to say anything about it. "I thought I heard you kids back. Where's DeeDee." "She's still in the car, mom." "It's very late. Did you kids have a good time." "Oh,yes, mother." Nikki never called his mother, 'mother' before. Always mom, or ma. But dressed as Nikki, 'Mother' seems like the proper word to use. "Jeff, please go out to the car and tell DeeDee to come in. It's late and everyone has to get some sleep, and you have to go home." With that, Jeff whispered to Nikki. "I will never forget this night." Nikki whispered back, "Me either." The next morning at a late breakfast Michael was dressed in his usual male clothes. He carefully took off all of the women's garments, carefully folded them and placed them in a pile. DeeDee was still asleep when he went downstairs, so he placed them outside her bedroom door. He was back to being Michael, but still a beautiful boy. When DeeDee came into the kitchen about 15 minutes later, she said to her brother, "You were fantastic, Nikki." "Sis. I'm back to being Michael again. I can't say that I didn't enjoy myself. I did. I did a lot. I even got caught up in the moment with Jeff. He is so handsome in his uniform, how could you not? But I am still a boy, and that is what I want to be. "But we did have fun last night, did we not?" "Oh, yes. I enjoyed myself more than I could have imagined. It was so fun having so many of the other girls look at me with envy in their eyes." "And Jeff?" "Yes. Him too. I told you I did get carried away, but that is yesterday." The years passed. Michael graduated from High School with honors, but did not attend the graduation ceremony as he felt his appearance would be too distracting and he didn't want to have to go through the same old ritual again. He registered and was accepted to the University. It was in his Sophomore year when tragedy struck again. He rented an off-campus apartment by himself, not wanting to stay in the dorm and get the ribbing and abuse from his classmates. When he was by himself whether on campus or in class the others left him alone. Most didn't pay any attention to whether he was male or female, but most thought he was female dressed as a boy. College kids didn't care. The phone rang one evening as he was studying and it was his mother, crying hysterically. "You must come home right away. Something awful has happened. I am besides myself." He told his mother that he was on his way, and less than two hours later he was at the front door to his house. He entered to find his mother at the kitchen table, her hands holding her face and still weeping. He went over to her, and put his arms around her shoulders, asking, "What happened, mom?" "I can't believe how stupid I was." she cried. "You will have to tell me what is going on, Mom." "We're broke. That bastard. That friend of the family. All of our money is gone. He was running a Ponzi scheme all along. The FBI has been here and while they have that bastard in custody, there is no money left." Michael knew something bad had happened, but he could not have imagined this. That night Velma was too distraught to discuss it further, but the next morning, she had a clearer head. DeeDee married Harley two years ago, and within six months she became pregnant. She now has an infant to take care of. While Harley's career will some day pay off handsomely, for the first years he is still apprenticing and the big money is not yet being made. So they were struggling to make ends meet. Michael realized that he would have to be the one to be the income producer. Velma and Michael agreed that he had to leave school and come and live back home and seek employment. Velma was not sure how long she would be able to keep their house without adequate income. They have been living very well, since her husband left her the insurance money. That day, the two of them went over the finances and it was determined that they could have six months, maybe seven, before they would be completely out of funds. They called DeeDee and told her and her husband about the situation, also telling them that they understood that she would not be able to help them out financially at this time. The next morning, Michael drove back to the University, met with the landlord who was understanding and released him from the remainder of the lease. The landlord did not expect the apartment be be vacant for long as it was a nice place at a reasonable rent. Michael piled all of his belongings into his car and headed for home. When he cleaned out his car and put his stuff away in his old bedroom, the first thing he did was to get on the computer and prepare a resume. He also checked the computer want ad listings. Unfortunately, Michael never had to have a job before. All he had to do was to devote his time and energy into studying and getting good grades. But now here he is, two years shy of getting a degree from college, and without any work experience. Nevertheless he had to get out and get a job. And it had to be significantly more than a minimum wage job, else they would be forced to not only reduce their standard of living significantly, but be just one step ahead of homelessness. Velma could not stop berating herself at the loss, until one day Michael showed her a newspaper article about the scam artist and the people he scammed. He scammed a lot of people, many more sophisticated in investment strategies than she was, and while it didn't do anything to replace the loss, it made her not feel quite as guilty. On Sunday evening, Michael went on-line, checked the adverts and sent in his resume and cover letter to any job that showed some promise of proper salary and career advancement. On Monday morning he received nine computerreplies from the 27 resumes he sent out. Some called for a telephone interview and he had three personal interviews set up for Tuesday. He dressed carefully wearing a suit and tie, shoes polished, and with as much confidence as he could muster. For the most part, he was disqualified as soon as he stepped into the human resources' office. He was too pretty. At 5'5" , 125 pounds, frail body, and a complexion that looked like he was wearing makeup, he was not taken seriously as soon as he walked into the office. A feminine voice. Even with his bright blonde hair cropped close to his head. he looked like a girl in drag. He knew the reason, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was reluctant to discuss this with his mother as she still was depressed at the events that had overtaken her. Two months went by. Day after day, Michael would send out resumes, pound the pavement and be shown out the door. A few occasions the HR man showed interest in him personally, but not for the company, assuming (wrongly) that Michael was gay. Michael wasn't interested. He tried to maintain a sunny attitude when at home, and his mother kept encouraging him, each one trying to buoy the other. On this morning, he had an interview with the HR director of a Fortune 500 company. By this time he had all but given up hope that he would be able to come home with a job. He was surprised when he was greeted warmly by the HR guy and he conducted a lengthy interview. He seemed interested and took notes as they spoke. After 45 minutes, the HR director excused himself, left his office and went to a nearby in-house phone and dialed a number from memory. "Yes!" came across the phone. "Boss," he said, "I think I finally have what you are looking for." "Where is he?" "In my office." "Bring him up." "Now?" "Yah! Now!" Fifteen minutes later, after taking an elevator to the 14th floor, and then switching to a private elevator that took them to the 25th floor, Michael found himself standing in the office of the CEO of the company. Sam Fletcher was a self-made man. He started with the company 22 years ago, and while still in a entry level position, went back to night school and got his MBA. He was transferred to sales, did an outstanding job, and with politics, maneuvering, a little bit of luck, he is now in charge of the company. The HR guy knew the bosses secret. All these years he was looking for someone like Michael and never found it. The HR during the interview correctly determined that Michael was not gay, but was beautiful through no happenstance of his own. The CEO became excited when he greeted Michael. The HR guy had been secretly advised to be on the alert for a person like Michael, The CEO greeted Michael and bade him to sit on the leather sofa. Sam came over and sat on the sofa, taking care as to not to sit too close to Michael. He gazed at Michael's face, saw his delicate body, and he knew that after all this time, he found it. He must not let Michael get away. Do not underestimate the cleverness of a CEO. They didn't get to be in that position because they are stupid. Through artful questioning he had Michael divulge the trauma of his early years, and the tragedy of the loss of savings by the scammer. He revealed that in order to save his family, he needed to work. He promised that he would be a good employee in any capacity, but that he needed to know that some place down the line he would be promoted to responsibilities that would pay enough to save his family. After almost an hour, Sam was satisfied that this was the one he wanted. He told Michael that he was looking for a personal assistant so that his day would run smoothly. The PA would be responsible for seeing that he made his scheduled meetings, and that he was on time, and that whatever resources he needed, the PA would bring with him. That from time to time, maybe three or four times a year, they would have to attend company functions and conventions in different cities, and they would usually last three to four days. He told Michael that he would start him out at $50,000.00 a year and if he worked out (Sam knew he would) there would be raises and bonuses. Michael was excited about the prospects. Earning that kind of money would not permit his mother and him to remain in the present location, (the taxes and maintenance was just too high) but it might be sufficient for them to survive if they by lowered their standard of living just a bit. "Are you offering me the position?" he asked. "Well, yes and no. There is a catch to this offer. I want you to come as my PA but as a female. I have a fetish that I cannot control and have waited a long time to meet someone like you." With that Michael got up from the sofa, saying, "Thank you sir. But no thanks. All of my life I knew I was pretty. But all of my life I only wanted to be a boy. And now I just want to be a man. I refused many offers to become someone's sex toy and I am not going to start with you, no matter how desperate my situation is." "Wait," Sam shouted at him. And when the CEO shouts, everyone listens. "Sex has nothing to do with it. I don't want you sexually. And I promise that is not part of the deal. But I really want you to come to work for me." Michael could not believe what happened next. Even though he was desperate for employment he began to negotiate the terms of employment with Sam. They finally settled for a fixed salary of $100,000.00 per year to start which would give him about $77,000.00 take home pay. $1,500;00 per week, take home. Sam told him that he (or the company) would front the initial wardrobe to the tune of $10,000.00 and any services required for him to appear fully and pass as a female would be provided free of charge. A written contract would be drawn up, but because of its nature would be an agreement just between the two of them, the company would not be a part of it. Sam told him that he would insist on accompanying Michael when he shopped and help him select his wardrobe. He promise Michael that he would make sure that he was happy in his career. By this time through artful questioning Michael revealed the story about prom night. This further confirmed the Sam that this was the one. The HR man left the office and returned shortly with a contract for Michael to sign. Michael told Sam that he had to talk to his mother about it first. Sam said he understood, and that they would go to Michael's house now. The chauffeur took them both in the company limo and by two P.M. they pulled up to the house. Velma happened to glance out the window as the limo pulled into the driveway and wondered who that could be. Her first thought was panic, thinking it may be the person from the mortgage company coming to talk about foreclosure. When she saw Michael and Sam get out of the car, she went to the door and opened it. Michael introduced Sam to Velma. Sam commented that it was a nice place. Michael told her that Sam is offering him a job, (Sam interrupted saying "not a job, a career') but that they had to talk to her about it first. Sam spoke. He first told Velma about the salary arrangements, and of the duties that Michael would be performing as Sam's personal assistant. Sam told Velma that he was a very rich man, a widower but was now wedded to the company He promised to see to it that they would not be in want. At this time Sam revealed that he expected Michael to have some minor surgery, but promised that nothing would be done that could not be reversed. "What kind of surgery are we talking about?" Michael asked. "The big one is breast implants. You cannot be a girl without breasts. Nothing too big, a B cup would do, I would think. You are petite and I want you to stay beautiful not outlandish. It was only at the very last that he told her the requirement of her son living as a female. "You mean all of the time?" "Yes." "Not even the company will be aware of it." "But our friends will know. We have lived here for a long time and everyone in the neighborhood knows us. I can't just come up with a daughter out of the blue. I think his sister and her husband would be O.K. with that. They surely know the troubles that Michael had growing up due to his beauty, but...." "You may be right, Mrs. Ingersen. The neighbors will surely know quickly enough. I think I have a solution. I have a 12 room penthouse condo downtown close to the office headquarters. I can partition it off so that you and Michael can have separate bedrooms and bathrooms. The kitchen and other living facilities we can share. We can live like family. I have a housekeeper and cook so your day could be spent doing what you would like to do. There are plenty of activities in the building and I am sure that in no time you will find a whole new group of friends. If you go broke, you would have to move anyway, so these people would not be your friends anymore, anyway." "Would it be asking too much if I can see it the condo?" Velma asked. Sam was not going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers. So they all piled into the limo and drove back downtown. The penthouse was every bit as lush as Sam said it was. There was a 24 hour doorman at the door of the building as well as a security desk when you went into the lobby. The penthouse was served by a private elevator that would operate only with its own key. After making the inspection, Velma turned to her son and said, "Michael, this could be the answer to our prayers, that is, if you are O.K. with it." "You know I'll do anything to save the family, mom It will be all right. I think we can trust Mr. Fletcher that he will do as he says." They drove back to their home and at the dining room table, he signed the contract as directed. He signed it Nikki Ingersen. Sam pulled out his cell phone, speed dialed his administrative assistant, and told her that something has come up and to clear his schedule for the next seven days. He could be contacted by phone in case of an emergency, but would not be coming into the office until the following week. He said goodby to Velma, and he told Nikki that he would be outside the house in the limo at 8AM for their first day of getting Nikki prepared. Nikki asked if he could make it 9AM instead, and Sam agreed. Nikki realized that he could negotiate with Sam. The following morning Nikki after getting dressed in a skirt, blouse and heels he twirled for his mother's approval. Velma said he looked beautiful. "I do, don't I?" he replied. Sam was delighted when he saw Michael come out the front door and walk to the limo. He was wearing a cream colored silk blouse and navy blue A-line skirt. He had nude nylons and was wearing navy pumps with a 2 1/2 inch stacked heel. He had on the appropriate jewelry to round out the outfit. Over his shoulder was a blue sharkskin purse and he was carrying a white top coat over his other arm. His eyebrows were now in a feminine arch due to eyebrow pencil and his thick blonde eyelashes were now darkened with mascara. They accentuated his startling blue eyes. He was a vision of loveliness. He practiced walking in the heels a little the night before, and found that like riding a bike, once you get the hang of it, you don't forget it. The driver jumped out of the car and opened the back door for Nikki, who gracefully entered, sat down, and buckled up. He smiled sweetly at Sam, and said, "You like?" Sam was overcome with emotion, and found he could not trust his voice to reply, so he merely nodded in assent. Nikki's hair was cut short in a man's style but somehow it looked right on him, a little butch, but cute. They shopped at all the finer stores. He tried on item after item. Some Sam liked and some he did not. He only purchased what he thought Nikki looked good in. They stopped for lunch at a private club, and Nikki was careful to order a salad and hot tea which she sweetened with artificial sugar. Sam was amazed. Nikki was every inch the lady. With each purchase arrangements were made to ship them to Sam's condo. While Nikki was cute with short hair, Sam wanted him to have longer hair, so they went to a hair specialist where human hair wigs were tried on. Long hair, off the face and coming down just past his shoulders. A nylon skull cap was fitted tightly against Nikki's skull which prevented the wig from shifting. It felt tight on Nikki's head and although it looked quite appropriate to his face, Nikki felt uncomfortable with it. He asked Sam if he could let his own hair grow out and later, be able to abandon the wigs, and Sam had no objection to it. He was so pleased at how quickly and naturally Nikki was taking to this. At the end of the day, the limo drove them back to Nikki's house. Velma had already spoken with DeeDee and DeeDee said that it was inevitable and that she was overjoyed. Velma said that Nikki seemed to be all right with it. Sam came into the house, and they briefly talked about the events of the day. Sam handed each of them two keys. One for the elevator, and one for the door to the condo, along with the codes to the alarm system. He told them there was usually some employee in the house at all times and that they probably would not be needing to ever set the alarm. "What's the schedule for tomorrow, Mr. Fletcher?" Nikki asked. "Tomorrow is a big day for you, Nikki" Be ready at eight tomorrow morning. Tomorrow you are going to get your breasts." "So soon?" "What is the point of waiting?" Sam explained. Of the entire deal, the one thing Nikki was concerned about was having breasts. He was still a boy, still wanted to be a boy, and boys don't have tits. But it was too late to back out now. He knew that at a later time, he could have them undone. What Sam did not tell Nikki, was that the plastic surgeon was instructed to make two additional procedures. One, remove the Adam's apple. It was small anyway, but any medical professional would be able to determine that Nikki was not female with any examination of his mouth. The second one was liposuction around the waist. The doctor thought that the waist could be reduced be two to three inches without difficulty, which would give Nikki a more female form. It would also allow his clothes to fit better. At eleven that night, Nikki was awakened with severe pain. Not accustomed to wearing heels, the calves of the back of his legs cramped up. He could hardly get out of bed, and hobbled to his mother's room to awaken her. Velma immediately drew a hot bath and had Vikki soak his feet for a good twenty minutes. After he dried himself, he lay on his bed on his stomach while Velma massaged his legs with baby oil. Soon the muscles were completely relaxed. It was after midnight by this time, and Vikki fell right back asleep. In the morning he opted to wear a different skirt and blouse, but with bobby sox and sneakers. This made him look like a college co-ed. He knew that he had to give his legs a rest from the heels. It was a good thing that today was not going to be a shopping day. Precisely at 8 AM Nikki left the house and the limo was in the driveway waiting with the motor running. Sam was in the back seat. As usual the driver jumped out of the car and assisted Vikki into the back seat. As Vikki buckled his shoulder harness, Sam greeted him. "You really look quite cute today, Vikki." "You know, Mr Fletcher, I am sort of getting to like the way I now look. I think I like being pretty. But inside, I'm still a boy, I think." It took 45 minutes for the car to arrive at the doctor's clinic. The doctor explained to Vikki fully what Sam wanted him to do, and he made sure that Vikki not only understood but agreed to what was to be done. The explanation for the removal of the Adam's apple made sense, and Vikki did not really have any objection to a smaller waist line. The doctor said that he would stay at the clinic for at least four hours after surgery to make sure there were no complications, and that the entire procedure would take between two and a half to three hours. He explained that Vikki's throat would be a little sore for a couple of days, but not too bad, and that the tiny incisions on each side of his waist to remove the fatty tissues through liposuction would not give any discomfort, and would probably heal completely within a week. He told Vikki that he would learn to love his breasts, but that they needed to be handled carefully especially for the first month to six weeks so as not to displace the inserts and that there would be minor swelling and discomfort during that time. But he assured Vikki that it was nothing that he could not handle. Vikki looked at Sam, who nodded his head, and Vikki picked up the pen and signed all the waivers and releases that were placed before him. After being prepped by the nurse the next thing Vikki remembers is waking up in the recovery room. Sam is sitting in an upholstered chair by the side of the bed, and when Vikki opened his eyes, he saw Sam's smile, and knew that all went well. By four P.M. the doctor released Vikki and Sam drove him to his condo. Sam had been in touch with Velma and it was arranged that Vikki and Velma would move into Sam's penthouse this day. Packing was not a problem. When you have the kind of money and power that Sam has, one has 'people' to do these things for you. The furniture in the house was to be given to Good Will, along with any male clothing that belonged to the old Michael. By the time the still groggy Vikki was brought to Sam's apartment, he found his mother waiting for him. He was led to his bedroom where a tray of food was waiting for him. His mother fed him as he lay in the bed, and half-way through the meal, Vikki's eyes closed and he was asleep for the night. Sam discussed with Velma as to what to do with her house. Her 'friend' , the scammer, advised her to maintain the highest mortgage possible on the house, and invest the proceeds with him. Which of course Velma did. So there would be little or no equity after the sale. It no longer mattered to Velma because there now would be plenty of money as before. She was aware of Vikki's importance to Mr. Fletcher but regretted that Vikki would be unable to finish college and get a degree. But that was truly a minor concern. Suddenly everything looked rosy again. Sam had Velma sign a Power of Attorney authorizing him to act on her behalf, and while she probably should have consulted an attorney before signing such a document but realized that she has given him her only son, so, what the hell! She need not have worried. Sam was the real thing. He was exactly what he portrayed himself to be. A supremely wealthy leader of a major United States corporation. While he could be and has been ruthless in his corporate activities, he basically was a nice man. The next morning Vikki woke and found that a special support bra was about his chest. He looked down and saw his breasts for the first time. They were small, after all, one must remember, Vikki was petite. Vikki never thought about having breasts while growing up and protesting that he is Michael, but now that he had them, it felt right. A tap on the door, and a middle age smiling lady entered carrying his breakfast. "Good morning, Miss." she said. "My name is Erin Reilly, and I am Mr. Fletcher's housekeeper. Anything you need, you just let me know. To get my attention, all you have to do is to press the amber button on any phone in the house and I will answer it." With that, Erin took a soapy, wet hand towel, and began to wash Vikki's hands and face as if he were a child. He also had become accustomed to being addressed as 'Miss Ingersen,' or 'miss' or sometimes, 'maam' so he took no offence. There was orange juice, ham and eggs with potatoes, and the best coffee Vikki ever had. (When you are super-rich you have your own blend, always ground fresh.) Erin waited for him to finish, and then saying, "remember to call if you need me. I'll let Mrs. Ingersen know that you are awake." In less than five minutes Velma came into the room. She looked at Vikki's new breasts and told him that she thought that they were wonderful. She placed several sheets of paper on the nightstand and said, "when you have a minute, read these. They are instructions from the doctor as to how you are to take care of the girls." Girls referring to the two teats. Vikki understood what he mother was talking about. Vikki wanted to get out of bed, and Velma helped him in case he would be unsteady. He was wearing a short loose nylon nightgown, slipped into a pair of mules that were placed alongside the bed and went to the bathroom. He came out shortly, refreshed, and said that he did not want to stay in bed, but to get dressed and take a tour of the condo. Velma told him that for today at least he should not wear any tight clothing and offered him a peignoir to wrap around his body. He slipped into a pair of moccasins as to try and walk in the mules would cause him to shuffle when walking. Velma, who has already been shown the apartment could not wait to show off where they now would be living. All the rooms were oversized compared to ordinary homes. What impressed Vikki, that attached to his bedroom was an oversized walk-in closet, and placed in there, hung up properly and stacked on shelves, were the results of the shopping trip the first day. All he had to do was to select what to wear. The dresser was a double, and he found all that he would need already placed neatly therein. Stockings, panties, bras, chemises, slips. On top of the dresser was a very large jewelry box and he found an assortment of rings, necklaces, bracelets, watches. None of them inexpensive. There were quarters for servants, although the only full time resident was Mrs.Reilly. The most impressive room was the living room. It was unbelievably huge. It was obvious that none of the furniture was purchased in a store. Everything was made to order. The living room wall facing the outside was forty feet of glass, floor to ceiling. There were sliding glass doors leading to the terrace. The terrace had growing flowers and hedges, all neatly trimmed and tended to. Erin, the housekeeper was very happy to have the Ingersen's as residents. She had been in Sam's employment for over fifteen years and not only did she have little to do to maintain the apartment because Sam was rarely home except to sleep, but she worried about he employer's lifestyle as she knew that he had little outside interests besides the company. She knew that she would become more useful having Velma and Vikki as permanent guests. Vikki upon entering the Living room and seeing its splendor, exclaimed, "Wow. The rich aren't like you and me, are they mom?" "No, dear, I guess not. I hope I will be happy here. It was hard moving from my home after so many years, and having to give up my few friends. I hope I can adjust to living in the city. Sam says that the condo association sponsors many activities and that if I wish to I can join them." Erin asked Velma if she wanted anything special for dinner tonight, and Velma told her that she was sure that anything she prepared would be most satisfactory. Erin asked if it would be all right for dinner to be served at 7 P.M. and of course Velma said it would be fine. Erin happily went back to the kitchen to prepare her shopping list for tonight's dinner. A problem occurred at 6:30. Vikki was getting dressed for dinner, as he was feeling better by the hour now, and found that because of the liposuction all the skirt waists were now too big. She called Erin who said she would call a seamstress and by the morning all would be re- tailored. At seven Velma and Vikki were sitting at the dining room table. It had been set formally, with a center bouquet of flowers on the table. They would have preferred to eat in the kitchen but when they got there they found that the dining room had already been set. Erin asked if they would like some liquid refreshments, Velma ordered a beer which she liked, and Vikki asked for white wine. Erin shortly served them along with a plate of crackers and cheese as nibblers. As they were chatting, with Vikki telling his mother how having breasts was a new sensation, but that he sort of liked it. While there was some weight that was unfamiliar, the breasts being small were not that heavy. Vikki confessed that he liked the way they looked on him. As they were chatting, Sam came into the dining room, "Good evening, ladies. Would you mind if I sat in for dinner?" Erin, hearing her boss, immediately came in with a beaming smile on her face, putting down another place setting. She brought him his scotch on the rocks, which she knew he liked to have before dinner. Sam complimented Vikki on how nice his new breasts looked, and also asked if he was up to starting his new job in the morning. Vikki blushed a little at the compliment and assured Sam that he was eager to start his new job. Erin, was humming. She felt like she now had a family to take care of. Vikki told Sam of the problem with the waistlines, and assured him that he had a lovely sheath that he could wear until the rest of the clothes were altered. Sam having looked for a person like Vikki for so many years, was elated as never before. He gazed upon Vikki and only saw a female. A beautiful female. Learning the new job was easy. Vikki mostly stayed by Sam's side. His office was adjacent to Sam's and it was Vikki's job to keep Sam on schedule, to make schedules, and to do whatever is necessary to make his busy day easier. After a week, everyone around Vikki began to notice the change. For most of his life, as Michael he was almost a recluse. He became withdrawn and kept most of his thoughts to himself. He was almost non- verbal. He hated to go out in public to be mistaken for a female, a beautiful one at that. But now that he was Vikki, he found that he was developing a new personality. Not realizing how many feminine gestures he was adopting. His voice instead of speaking in a monotone, he used the full range, musically as women do. He touched people on the hand when he spoke with them. He smiled at everyone, and most smiled back. He developed his own sense of style when dressing, and it was well suited to his personality. He also liked the way he looked. He knew he looked like a female for a long time now, but now that he was dressing as one full time, he took care in how he put himself together. Everything had to be just so. When he walked there was a lilt to his steps. He began to love the feel of the hem of a tight skirt against his legs. He liked how the skirt slid to mid-thigh when he sat, giving others a peek. For the first time in his life, he was happy. And with each day, he was even happier than before. A smiling, bubbly, Vikki. And everyone loved her. Yes. 'her'. Vikki stopped protesting his manhood and allowed his male persona to slip away. How could it not? 24/7 you are Vikki. And one day, Vikki you become. He found that any sexual urges to ejaculate disappeared. His little member seemed to get even smaller with dis-use. One day in the car Vikki mentioned this to Sam and Sam offered to have him see a specialist, but Vikki declined, telling Sam that she was happy the way she was now, and she didn't want it to change. This delighted Sam. DeeDee and her husband Brad, came to visit and ooh and aah at the splendor of the apartment. DeeDee especially greeted Vikki warmly, telling her she was so happy having a happy sister instead of an unhappy brother. Vikki agreed. Living downtown there was no need for either Vikki or Velma to have a car, so they were disposed of and the proceeds deposited. Everything in the city was either within walking distance or a short cab ride away. Living in the suburbs for all these years gives one a sense of quietness. Living in the city has an electricity about it. There are things to do, places to see and visit. The penthouse was high enough so that the sounds of sirens or traffic did not intrude, but downtown is a noisy place compared to the suburbs. Velma found a bridge club in the building through the condo association and she was welcomed as a member. Through this she began to make a whole new set of friends. Her social calendar was busier than it had been in years. She, like Sam and the others, saw the change in Vikki's personality and was pleased. She no longer saw a son, but a daughter. But she had to ask. "Vikki, darling, are you happy?" "Yes, mom. I haven't ever been this happy. I have fought it from the time I was born, but now that I am pretending to be a girl, I love it. I love the way I look. I love the way others, male or female look at me. I never knew what having breasts meant to a woman, and now I think I know. I love my breasts. Mom, would it bother you if I told you that I am starting to love being Vikki?" "No, dear. You are Vikki to me." "Then I am your daughter, not your son?" "I think you always have been." Vikki, with tears in her eyes, came and sat on her mother's lap, put her arms around her neck, and wept with joy. Velma rocked her petite daughter. They dried each other's tears and prepared for a new day. Vikki found that she liked summers the best. Not because of the heat, but because of the fashions. No one wore stockings. The skirts were shorter. She found that she liked short shorts with a halter and looked like a teen-ager. Her hair grew out and was soon styled. First in a bob, and later parted and combed straight down to the shoulders. The wigs were placed in the closet. Mother and daughter now had regular Saturday times together at the Salon for comb-outs and manicures. Once each month a pedicure. They laughed and giggled together, and sometimes they acted like two sisters instead of mother and daughter. They confided in each other and told their most intimate thought. Sam tried to have dinner with his new family at least twice each week. One day he asked Velma if she would like to accompany him to the opera. The company was one of the sponsors of the event, and he was obligated to go. Velma happily accepted the invitation. She shopped for a lovely long gown, and looked especially nice when Sam's driver came to pick her up, explaining that Sam was delayed in a meeting but would meet her at the opera house. And he did, getting there just a few minutes before the opening curtain. During the second act, Sam reached out and held Velma's hand. they went to his private dining club for dinn