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Chapter 1 I was born and raised on a farm in the Midwest. There were five of us. My dad was an honest and hardworking man. He was also opinionated and a bit of a bigot and a racist. I remember hearing the word "fag" and "queer" as a little kid. I also heard racial epithets of all kinds. It didn't matter if you were black, Hispanic, Native American, or Asian. He had grown up on the farm and, after college and a stint in the Marines; he came back here when his dad got sick and could no longer work. While he was only 5'6", he was a handsome man with brown hair and blue eyes. He was a total contradiction because he seemed filled with anger but was a respected elder in the church. He and mom were high school sweethearts. Mom was from the area as well. She grew up in town and was the Homecoming Queen and the County Fair Queen as a high school girl. She had strawberry blond hair, blue eyes and a great figure even after 3 kids. She worked part-time for a lawyer in town and was always home when us kids got off the bus after school. She was all of 5'1" but she was a "spitfire" as my dad called her. I had two older sisters. Jenny was 5 years older than me and she was an "A" student. She was popular and pretty and a cheerleader. People in town said she was going places and I thought she was too. She dated the team captain on the football team who was also the quarterback. I remember the day we took her down to state college. We all cried when it was time to leave but you just knew she was going to be fine. Kayla was 3 years older than me. She was athletic and kind of a tomboy. She did okay in school but she was always playing soccer or some other sport. She loved tennis and actually qualified for the State Tournament when she was a senior. After she graduated, she still lived at home and worked part time and went to school part time at a junior college that was just up the road in another town about 20 miles away. She and I were inseparable and were best friends. We had no secrets. Both of my sisters were around 5'2" and they both had inherited my mom's figure and her strawberry blond hair. I saw one of Jenny's bras in the laundry when I was around 12 and it said "36D". I didn't know what that meant at the time but I would find out. I was named after my grandfather. He had passed away about a month before I was born. His name was Dana Lynn Johnson. I entered high school as a 5' tall runt with a baby face. I looked about 10 years old and hadn't even hit puberty yet. I favored my mom from a looks perspective but I had inherited my dad's brown hair. I got picked on and sometimes, if Kayla was around she'd jump in to defend me. But she couldn't be there all the time so I got stuffed in my locker and made fun of especially since there was a girl in my school who was also named Dana Lynn. I didn't like school and barely scraped by. I was a shy kid and I didn't really have many friends. I would help out around the house but I was so little that my dad was afraid I would get hurt doing farm work so I mostly just hung out and watched TV and played on the computer. I would fight with my parents about being such an introvert. They would encourage me to get involved in stuff at school and I would just shrug and go on the way I was. We also fought about my hair because I wore it fairly long for a boy and my dad would sometimes just blow a gasket. He wasn't very nice then and his temper would show. But I liked it that way mostly just to piss them off. Chapter 2 I remember one night when I was about 14. It was a Friday night and the whole family was going in to watch the local high school play football. Jenny was away at school and I didn't want to go so I pretended to be sick after school that day. After they left, I watched a little TV but there wasn't much on so I got up and went upstairs. For some reason, when I got to the top of the stairs, instead of turning right and going to my room, I turned left into Jenny's room. She was still coming home on breaks and during summer and so there were lots of wonderful smells and it was extremely feminine with stuffed animals and lots of pink and pastel colors. I couldn't help myself. I went over to her chest of drawers and opened the top drawer. In it were a variety of styles and colors of bras and they all had that tag that said 36D. I took one that was very lacey and it had some kind of wire or something under where her boobs were supposed to go. It smelled like flowers as did the whole drawer. I closed it up and opened the next drawer and it was filled with all kinds of pretty pastel panties. They were so soft and smelled so good. I took a pair that looked like the bra and went back to my room. I made sure the curtains were closed and I took off my clothes. I slid the panties up my legs and the feeling was indescribable. It was a feeling of incredible excitement as well as one of comfort/peace. I put the bra straps over my shoulders and spent 5 minutes trying to do the hooks in the back. I finally turned it around and did the hooks and then spun it around and put my arms back through the straps. I stood up and looked in the mirror and it looked funny. So I took a pair of socks and balled them up and stuffed the cups. Then I looked back in the mirror. With my kind of longish hair it was really pretty weird. But looking back at me was someone that looked like the 3rd Johnson sister. I went to my clothes that were piled on the floor and grabbed my t-shirt which was a little long for me as boy and I put it on over Jenny's undies and it looked like a dress. For the first time that I could remember, it seemed "okay". It just seemed like that was the way it supposed to be. I put my belt on over my t-shirt and I looked kinda girlish and that excited me a little. There was a little bulge in the front of my panties and so I tried pushing it down and putting it between my legs and that seemed to make my front much smoother like Jenny and Kayla. I spent the next hour or so like that. I would walk around my room and pretend I was with Kayla and her friends. I would sit and cross my legs and look in the mirror. I combed my hair a little and wished I knew how to use a curling iron. Finally, I figured the game was probably getting close to over so I took Jenny's panties and bra and put them back where I found them. It was around 10:00 and I climbed into my bed and fantasized that I could be like my sisters. Chapter 3 For the next couple of years, I would use every chance I got to stay home alone. As soon as the family car pulled out of the driveway, I would head for Jenny's room. I would try on different outfits and see how they looked on me and how they fit. Instead of looking at dad's magazines about sports or hunting, I would read my sisters' Seventeen and moms's Cosmo and learn about fashion, style and pleasuring your man. I was fascinated with makeup and experimented a little with Jenny's. When I would dress, I felt more alive, more confident. I began to notice how the girls at school would dress and act. I also began to notice boys in a different way than was expected. By the time I was 15, I was pretty sure I was gay. I confided to Kayla about my feelings and she was very cool with it. I also told her about my dressing and she was very supportive. She told me that I should stop wearing Jenny's panties though unless I could wash them before I put them away. She agreed to buy me some of my own which I hid under my mattress. Jenny was doing an internship with a company that had a lab in the same city as the state college she attended that summer. She was entering her 3rd year of school and had been on the dean's list every semester. She was thinking about med school. She and two of her girlfriends had rented an apartment in that city and so she was only around on weekends. I heard her and Kayla in a spat one night about "borrowing her clothes without permission". Kayla whispered something to her which seemed to make her eyes bug out and the spat was over. At dinner that night, Jenny and I were doing dishes and she leaned over and whispered in my ear that she "knew about me and everything was cool". Kayla was working full time at the McDonalds in town that summer and trying to earn money for school. She was dating a guy from town and her life was coming together. She was very good about keeping me in her life and I got to know most of her friends. It was through her that I met Steve. He was also working at McD's. Steve was almost 18 and was going to be a senior that fall. He and his family had just bought the place up the road from us. He had his own car and Kayla thought it would be great if Steve could give me a ride to school. He said he didn't mind and I was glad not to have to ride the bus. He was also 5'8" tall, with a cute butt, brown eyes and thick curly black hair. I was attracted to him the moment we met. Dad was beginning to suspect I was gay. As time passed and I practiced at being fem when I dressed, many of those mannerisms stayed with me in "boy mode". He was always critical of me and once in a while I would overhear him and mom talking about me. Here he was, tough former marine with a little (I was still only 5' tall at 15) "fairy" for a son. He was embarrassed by me. Mom was wonderful. She was always there for me and even though I didn't confide in her like I did Kayla, we were very close. She was working full time now as us kids got older. She was also going to have two girls in college that fall and would need the extra cash. I don't know if she ever found any of the things I hid under my mattress, but if she did, she was never anything but loving. Like many families, mom was the glue for all of us. Chapter 4 It was time to go back to school. As planned, Steve would pick me up in the morning and we would ride to school. We got to know each other the first couple of weeks and I really liked him. He was an only child and his mom and dad had both been very successful lawyers in San Francisco. They had both gone through a "burn out" and since Steve's dad had been raised on a farm, they had moved back to the Midwest and bought their place. Steve was bummed about leaving his friends but he looked at it as a new adventure and besides he was going back out there for college. I turned 16 that week. The family had a party and I had a cake. Steve and his mom and dad came over. It was really nice. By the end of the first two weeks of school, I had a terrible "crush" on him. I imagined being his girlfriend and dating and going to dances with him and having him hold me. I fantasized about going in to the salon in town the day of prom and having my hair done (it was down to my shoulder blades now and I wore it in a pony tail all the time) and then going home to get dressed in my formal gown and coming down the stairs to his beaming face, him pinning my corsage on me and offering his arm, Mom and dad taking pictures of us before we left. It was also about this time that I had begun to find some information online about transsexuals. I wasn't sure if I fell into that category but I was so relieved that there were other people like me. Anyway...It was the third week of school and the first week for the high school football team to play. Steve asked me if I wanted to hang out with him in town after school and then go to the game that night. I answered yes so quickly that he laughed and said, "Okay but slow down. Its 4 days until the game." My parents were thrilled when I told them. They were so grateful I was beginning to make friends and have a social life. I looked at Kayla and she just smiled. As we did dishes that night, she whispered, "You go girl!" in my ear and we giggled. Time seemed to just crawl by for the next couple of days but it was finally Friday morning. I got up a little early and showered and washed and conditioned my hair. I then used Kayla's blow dryer and when it was dry, pulled it back in a ponytail. I had started wearing panties under my jeans on the days I didn't have gym and so I picked a pair of black ones in a bikini style. Mom put a bowl of cereal in front of me but I was too nervous to eat. Finally I heard Steve honk his horn and I grabbed my backpack. Mom kissed me on the cheek and told me they would see us at the game. I got in the car and we headed to school. When we got there, Steve said, "Okay let's meet at the pep rally and then after that, we can go get something to eat, okay?" I don't think I heard anything in school that day. The teachers droned on about algebra and history but none of it stuck with me that day. We connected outside of the gym and went in to the pep rally. The first thing I noticed was the cheerleaders and how cute they looked. I was immediately jealous but I did notice the way one of them had her pony tail on the side of her head and I wondered how that would look on me... Anyway, the football coach got up and said something and then the captain and the players all got on stage and it was all very rah-rah. It was the big rivalry game and half the county would likely be there. It was almost 5 by the time we made it out of the gym and back to Steve's car. We headed for McDonalds. When we got there, there were lots of people so we went through the drive through and took our food to the park. We found a quiet spot and sat down to eat. Steve told me all about San Francisco. He talked about the Golden Gate Bridge and how you can walk across it and Fisherman's Wharf and the culture. He specifically talked about the diversity and tolerance for "alternative lifestyles". He mentioned that sometimes it seemed like half the city was gay and even in high schools out there it wasn't uncommon to see same sex couples. He asked lots of questions about our area and what it was like growing up there. He asked if I had a "significant other" as he put it and I said no. I told him about being kind of shy and introverted and how most of my friends were also Kayla's friends. It was starting to get close to the time for the game to start and as we stood to leave and he made a comment that he thought "I was very nice and attractive." It stopped me in my tracks for a sec and my tummy felt kind of funny and for some reason the nipples on my chest seemed to get hard. I blushed and thanked him. So we headed off to the game and we saw my parents and they were beaming. Kayla was there with her boyfriend and Jenny. My sisters both looked at me and winked which made me blush. I didn't know anything about football so Steve kind of explained some things to me so I would know what was going on. It was a close and exciting game but our school lost by a point. We ran into my parents after the game and they asked if we were coming right home. Steve jumped in with, "we were thinking of hanging out with some of the other kids for a while" and my folks told me to be home by midnight and they walked away smiling because their son was finally acting like a normal boy. We got to Steve's car and got in when he suggested we go get something to drink and then find some place quiet we could talk. He said he was enjoying getting to know me. I agreed so he started the car and as we sat in traffic to get out of the parking lot, I felt his hand brush up against mine. So I moved it slightly. A second later it happened again so I moved it again but I wondered if it was an accident. A few seconds later, I felt it a third time but I didn't move my hand and neither did he. I turned and looked at him and he was looking at me and smiling. Then he took my hand and just held it as we finally made it out of the parking lot. We drove to the quick shop in town where he got out and got us both a soft drink. He got back in the car and we put them in the drink holders. He started the car and pulled out on to Main Street when he took my hand again and we headed out the country road towards where we lived. My heart was racing and I had butterflies in my stomach and it was all so very wonderful. We pulled off on a side road and we got out of the car, leaned up on the hood, drank our soda, talked and held hands. Before we knew it, it was 11:45 and he turned and looked at me. He said, "I really had a good time tonight Dana. Would you go out with me again next Friday?" All I could do was smile and nod my head yes. With that he leaned down and I looked up and we kissed. My heart was jumping out of my chest and I felt a little light-headed. On my birthday a few weeks before, my dad was joking about how I was "sweet 16 and never been kissed". If he could only see me now! We got back in his car and headed for my house. We held hands all the way and when we got there I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek as I got out of the car. I went in and he waited until I was inside before he drove off. Chapter 5 Mom was headed off to bed as I walked in and Jenny was there watching TV. Kayla wasn't home yet. Mom kissed me good night and went upstairs and I sat down next to Jenny. After mom was gone, Jenny turned to me and said "So?" and I just babbled for the next 15 minutes. We were like two sisters talking about my big date. She asked me if he kissed me goodnight and when I nodded we both started giggling again and she told me I "better go slow or he'll think you're a slut". About that time Kayla walked in and the three of us had to go through the whole story again only this time Jenny helped and at the end she told Kayla, "and the little slut let him kiss her on the first date!" and we giggled some more. Finally Kayla came clean. She said that one of the other girls she worked with last summer was interested in Steve and had asked her to talk to him. He had told her then that he was gay and she had made a decision to introduce him to me. I looked at her and said "but how did you know that I was gay?" which made all three of us laugh out loud. We finally went to bed around 3 am or so and Kayla and I slept in the next morning. Jenny got up around 9 and hopped in her car and told mom she had forgot something back at the apartment and she would be back by 2 that afternoon. When she got back, she came upstairs where I was on the computer looking at an article about a doctor in Colorado that helped people like me. She sat down on the bed and said, "I'd like to talk to you about something." So I turned and looked at her as I put a strand of hair behind my ear. She smiled at that very feminine gesture and continued, "Dana, do you want to be a girl?" I wasn't sure how to answer but I decided to be honest with her and so I said, "Yes, I think so." With that she opened her purse and continued. "Okay, that's what I thought and after last night, I thought you were just like Kayla and me. As you know, I still work in the lab two afternoons a week to help with school expenses." She handed me a bottle of white pills and twelve small boxes which each contained a small yellow disk with little blue pills. "These will help you with your decision. You take one and a half of the white ones and 3 of the blue ones every day. When you get close to running out, let me know and I'll get you some more." I looked at the pills. The white bottle said "100mg Spirolactone" and the small box said "2mg Estrofem". I had done enough research to know what I was looking at. I started to cry and I hugged Jenny and thanked her profusely. She asked me when I was going to start and I looked at her and said, "Now" and with that I opened the bottle of Spiro and the box of estradiol. One and a half and three pills were in my hand and I smiled and put them in my mouth and washed them down with diet coke. I waited a second or two and I looked at Jenny and said, "Well I don't feel any different". We both burst into giggles and hugged again. Jenny looked at me and swore me to secrecy and to make sure I hid those pills in a safe place. She left my room and I sat back down in my desk chair. My male puberty was just beginning. I had just begun to get a few strands of pubic hair. I didn't even have any "peach fuzz" on my face. I was 16 and only 5' tall and maybe 95lbs soaking wet. I finished the article and felt a lot of peace with my decision. Around 5 or so we were all getting hungry so we hopped in the family minivan and went into town. We had dinner at the local diner and then we decided to go to a movie. We were home by 10 and watching TV. I got sleepy around midnight and went up to my room. I started to climb in when I bumped my arm on something under the other pillow. It was a package with wrapping paper and a card. It was from Jenny and it read, "Dear Dana, I just want you to know that I love you no matter what and I'll help you any way I can on your journey. Love Jenny. P.S. - Welcome to girlhood little sister!" I opened the box and it was a pink cotton nightie that came to about mid-thigh with the word Princess written across the front in a feminine script. I couldn't believe what was happening. I took off my pj's and put on a pair of panties and my new nightie and crawled into bed. I closed my eyes and was asleep in seconds and I awoke the next morning feeling more refreshed than ever. Chapter 6 The next several days passed quickly. Other than some minor nausea on Monday and Tuesday morning, I had no bad side effects from the hormones. I did notice a certain spacey feeling and kind of a general overall sense of well-being not quite euphoric but sorta. Steve picked me up in the mornings and we held hands until we got to the school parking lot and we drove home every afternoon the same way. Friday rolled around and I went through the same routine with my hair and there was another home football game. I put on frilly lace pair of pink panties under my jeans. I had a slice of toast and Steve was there. We held hands all the way to school and he told me that my hair looked pretty which had me floating through the rest of the day. We reconnected at the pep rally which was less peppy than the week before. We went and got dinner and headed for the park. This time he paid for my dinner too. We ate and talked and laughed. He told me I had "bedroom eyes" and my nipples got hard again. I wanted to kiss him but it was a public park in small town rural America We went to the game and our team won. Everyone was happy. I ran into mom and dad and told them we were going to go celebrate with the other kids and they reminded me to be home by midnight. We went and got our diet cokes and rode out to "our spot". This time, we didn't get out of the car and he left the radio on. Before long we were in each other's arms making out. I was in the passenger side of the car and Steve was almost all the way over on my side as he pressed his body into me. I felt his hands all over my butt and my thighs and my little cock was straining inside my panties. I wanted to touch his cock more than anything but Kayla had warned me that I should be careful and go slow. So I did. Soon it was 11:45 and we headed home. He asked me out for next Friday and I said yes and walked up to the house with a little more sway in my butt than before. He waited until I was in the door and I turned and blew him a kiss before he drove off. Jenny didn't come home that weekend but Kayla was there. Mom and dad were in bed and so Kayla turned off the TV and said, "Okay sis. Talk!" I told her what happened and we laughed and giggled and she asked if he was a good kisser and did we French kiss? I blushed and she laughed. Then she got serious for a second and wanted to know if he'd "tried anything". I told her no but that I almost had. We giggled about that for a while and then it was time to go to bed. It was a normal weekend. It was almost October and the leaves were starting to turn. Dad was making sure everything was coming along and getting ready for harvest. Mom had brought in everything from her garden and was doing some canning. Kayla and I were baking cookies and there was a little nip to the air. Mom and dad and I watched TV at home that night. Kayla had a date. She must have got home really late because I went to bed at 1 and she wasn't home yet. Sunday, Dad and mom went to church and we two "girls" slept in. Steve called that afternoon and we talked for a while. Mom looked at me a little funny and said I looked different somehow. I shrugged and she said come over here. I did and she had me stand stand up in the door jamb where all us kids got had our ages and heights. She measured me and I had grown half an inch. Mom and Kayla were excited and dad sucked down his beer and dozed on the couch. Chapter 7 The week flew by. Still no changes from the hormones but I thought my skin was a little softer and my nipples seemed hard all the time and a little itchy. Steve and I were still a couple and he would rest his hand on my thigh now when we were driving. Friday night rolled around and I asked Steve what we were doing since the football team wasn't playing at home. He said how about dinner and a movie? He dropped me off after school and I told mom we were going to hang out and that was okay with her. Steve was going to pick me up at 6. I snuck into Jenny's room and found a compact and lip gloss and shoved them in my pockets. I went into my room and found a pair if lacey lavender panties and put them on under my jeans. Steve honked his horn at 6 and I yelled, "Bye you guys!" as I walked out the door. We hit McDonalds and went inside since the movie started at 7:15. After supper we headed for the theater and Steve bought my ticket and we sat alone in the back row. We held hands and kissed a couple times during the movie. It was over at 9:00 and we headed out to "our spot". I flipped down the visor and pulled out my compact and lip gloss. I applied some powder and the gloss and turned to Steve. All he could say was, "wow, that's really hot!" and he was on me. We were having a very hot make out session and his hands were again all over my butt and my thighs. This time I felt his hand on my chest and when he found my nipple he began to play with it. It was unbelievable! It was like a tiny electric shock went through me as he played with it. That really turned me on so a few minutes later, when his hand strayed up my thigh and he started rubbing me through my jeans, I didn't stop him and in fact I began to rub his manhood through his jeans. We were both very turned on and he whispered in my ear to "take it out". I undid his belt and unzipped his fly. I reached in his pants and touched another boy's cock for the very first time. It was hard and seemed huge. I wrapped my fingers around it and began jacking him off. This drove him wild and he unzipped my jeans and began to pull them down and then he saw my lavender panties and it excited him even more. He took out my little cock and we made out and jacked each other off until we both climaxed. We held each other as we caught our breath and then straightened up. It was still only 10:30 so we sat and talked for a few minutes and then Steve said, "Wanna go again?" I smiled and nodded as I freshened my makeup and then he was on me. This time we got right down to business and were playing with each other when Steve whispered in my ear, "Baby, will you suck my cock?" I was so turned on that I just nodded and pushed him back on his back. I got down on my knees on the floor and I leaned over and began to kiss it. He patiently helped me to know what felt good as my head bobbed up and down in his crotch. I was jacking myself off while I sucked him and we came in unison the second time. I swallowed as much as I could and then we held each other until as we caught our breath. We shared one more passionate kiss and then he drove me home. He asked if he could see me the next Friday night and I giggled and said of course and I blew him a kiss as I walked through the front door. Chapter 8 It was Christmas Break and Jenny was coming home. I had made Steve wait almost a month after I gave him a bj before I let him "go all the way" with me. I gave him head a couple times a week but I made him wait before "popping my cherry". The first time hurt some at first but he was gentle and patient and I grew to love having his cock inside me and filling me with cum. But I desperately needed to talk to Jenny. She had replenished my supply of hormones regularly but I was running into a problem. I had been on HRT almost four months. I had grown another half inch to all of 5'1" but my problem was that a couple weeks ago I bent over at the farm to pick something up and my jeans split up the seam. I had noticed that the seat and thighs of all my pants were getting tighter even though the waist seemed almost looser but when that happened I realized how much and how quickly I was changing. It was impossible to hide that I had boobs. I could feel them bounce as I walked. I was grateful it was winter and sweat shirt season. But when I was naked there was no hiding it. I had the figure of a teenage girl. What I needed from Jenny was a doctor's note excusing me from gym class for health reasons. She said that she could get a slip from one of the docs at the clinic and then scribble something in that should work. We enjoyed a wonderful family Christmas Eve and then opened presents Christmas morning. Of course Jenny, Kayla and I had private presents to open after mom and dad went to bed on Christmas Eve. I got a pair of girls' jeans and a matching panty and bra set and I got each of them gift certificates from a fancy salon in the town up the road. Since I had the note excusing me from gym class, I not only stopped wearing boy underwear completely, I also began shaving my legs, both of which felt heavenly. I would throw a pair of boy skivvies in the wash every day but never wore them. Steve loved the changes my body was going through. He liked that my hot little butt was more shapely and playing with the little boobs on my chest. When he would suck or pinch my nipples during sex, it would send me over the moon. Steve's parents both knew I was in transition. They also knew that their son was gay and they were cool with all of it. Steve's mom, Stacy grew up in the bay area so she had been exposed to diversity all her life. She even got me a couple outfits to wear when I came over to their house. One was a beige sweater dress with a cowl neck and long sleeves. It clung to my figure and came to just above the knee. The other was a denim skirt with a pink long sleeved top that had a sweetheart neckline. She also got me a pair of white Nikes with pink stripes and pink shoelaces, a pair of beige mules with a 3 inch heel, and some fuzzy slippers. I also kept all my makeup over there. I had noticed over Christmas that my dad was drinking more heavily and seemed to be staring at me and mumbling under his breath. He seemed to be grumpy most of the time. He'd threaten to come in my room at night while I was asleep and cut all my hair off. It was down my back now well past my shoulder blades. He told me about how some of his friends at the bar would tease him and ask about how he could have a son who was a queer. I remember thinking I should tell him I liked sucking cock and that I loved having tits! I bet that would make his head explode! Chapter 10 Steve's parents took a trip that New Years. The state university where we lived had qualified for a bowl game and they had decided to attend. They had wanted Steve to go but he told them he wanted to stay here. I'm sure they knew we would be over at their house fucking all day and night but they were very progressive people. Their plane left on Dec. 28th and Steve and I drove them to the airport. I had on my girl jeans and a sweater with my white and pink Nikes and just a hint of makeup and a touch of mascara. It was an hour drive back so we stopped to get something to eat. We got back about 10:00. We had sex in the kitchen and we were lucky we made it that far. I showered and changed back to boy mode and Steve drove me back home. On New Year's Eve, I had asked my mom and dad if I could spend the night at Steve's house to avoid any drunk drivers. Mom said yes but my dad just stared at me with a smile. Steve picked me up about 6 and he had on a shirt and tie which seemed odd but we headed to his house. When we got inside, he said follow me. So I did and he took me to his mom and dad's bedroom. There on the bed, he had laid out an outfit. He turned and kissed me and said, "I'll go make supper while you dress." It looked like something right out of Frederick's of Hollywood Catalog. I said, "Wait! How do you know this will fit?" To which he replied, "Its mom's Christmas present to you. She knows all your sizes." So I got in the shower and shaved my legs, dried off and began to dress. The garter belt was black and lacy with a tiny little rose on the front. The panties were black lace bikini style. The stockings were sheer with a seam up the back. The dress was black sequins with a plunging front down to the navel and short to about 4 inches above the knee. It hugged my bottom and showed every curve. There was also a pair of black 5 inch stiletto pumps sitting there. I put on a robe and went and sat at the vanity. I began to do my makeup in a very dramatic evening style. Fortunately, between Kayla and Stacy I had learned to use a curling iron so I did my hair and brushed it out. A dab of Obsession behind each ear and each knee, and I was ready for the heels. I was unsteady at first but I practiced for a few minutes in the bedroom and I was a natural. I went out and found Steve and he let out a low whistle. "Baby you're gorgeous!" and he handed me a glass of wine. We sat and ate dinner and drank wine and then we danced slowly together and drank more wine. I was pretty drunk and it was close to midnight. We decided to get it on right there in the living room on the sofa. It was pure lust and I was unbuttoning his shirt and he was lifting my dress and pulling it off my shoulders to get at my tits and rubbing my lacy crotch. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants and went down on his rock hard cock for a few minutes to get him nice and slick. Then he turned me around and bent me over the sofa, pulled down my panties and spit on his dick just before he rammed that hard cock home. He was pulling my hair and smacking my ass cheeks. I was screaming "harder baby! Fuck that ass harder! I want that big cock of yours!" Steve was yelling, "Take it you whore! Ride that cock you little fairy bitch!" Then I heard a male voice say, "What the hell is going on here?" It was my dad! Here I was in wearing makeup, perfume, women's clothing, with my boyfriend's cock in my ass and I had tits. "Why you dirty little fag!" he yelled. Then mom, who had been waiting in the car, came in. "What's going on in here" she said and then she saw me. She put her hand over her mouth in horror and my dad said, "You stay the fuck away from me you fairy! You're dead to me, you understand! I never want to lay eyes on you again you sick little fucking pervert!" With that, he turned around, grabbed my mom and they walked out of my life. I fell into Steve's arms and cried for what seemed like hours and then we showered together and made love and fell asleep in each other's arms. I awoke the next morning to the doorbell ringing and it was Jenny. Kayla wasn't allowed to come but Jenny had brought my things including my pills which I took in front of her. Fortunately I had an almost 9 month supply left. We hugged and cried a little but she had to leave because dad had told her that she was never to speak to me again as well. Chapter 11 Steve came down and hugged me. He had called his mom and told her that my parents had found out about me (without the graphic detail) and she told him it was okay. I would simply live with them and that was that. She also told him to use the credit card and take me to the city on a shopping spree. So I got cleaned up, put on a bra and panties, pulled on my jeans and sweatshirt, pulled my hair up on top of my head and we headed off to the city. It was New Years Day so we drove down and got a hotel. The next day, we hit department stores, shoe stores, lingerie shops and dress shops. I got my ears pierced twice in each ear and bought a dozen earrings. I went in to a nail salon and got a manicure and a pedicure. I selected the reddest red I could find for polish. Steve's parents were coming back the next day so we went back to the hotel, ordered room service, and made love. When we got up the next day, I made an appointment at a hair salon near the hotel. I got there and when she asked what I wanted, I said make me beautiful. By the time we walked out of there, I was as blond as could be with a hair style that could never be masculine again. They had an electrolysis professional there who shaped and thinned my eyebrows to the point until they were thinly arched and feminine. We had another couple hours to kill so I made Steve take me to piercing and tattoo place and I got my navel pierced. We went back to the airport and picked up his parents and between my packages and their luggage, it was a good thing that we had an SUV. We got back and unloaded. They had an apartment over the garage that all my things were moved into. Stacy and I would have a great time decorating over the next couple of months. It was late so we all went to bed. I kissed Stacy and Tom (Steve's dad). I hugged and kissed Steve and I went off to my little apartment. Tomorrow was Sunday and school started again on Monday. I was going to have to make some decisions.