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Girl Time 2: Meeting Jessica by Maria Ski
Hi dear reader my name is John. I'm 18 and I have to be honest with you.
I mean really honest.
For you see I have this feeling that I am not who I meant to be. I have
felt this way for a long time. To be frank with you, I've had this
feeling since I was a very young child. I would like to be... no I
sense... no I think that I should've been born as a girl. I can not
explain why I feel like this but it's true. Looking at it from my point
of view, the big guy upstairs made a mistake with me when he was issuing
the body I was born in.
How did that young transgendered teenager put it in the news report she
appeared in? Ah yes, 'I have a girl's heart and mind but I've been given
a boys body.' Simple words you might think, but true. So I am a boy who
should be a girl.
So it's why you now find me standing in my older sister's room staring
at her wardrobe. Wondering if I should be in here, wondering should I
just turn around walk out of her room. And chalk it up it as a bad idea.
No I'm going to do it; I'm going to open the wardrobe doors. I'm going
to do this; I'm going to dress as a girl. I may get caught, but I know
my curiosity will have been satisfied.
But what do I pick to wear? The open doors present such a treasure trove
of feminine finery. It's like opening a box of chocolates there is a
wide choice. Dresses, skirts, blouses, tops, and shoes. My sister has a
lot of shoes.
I start with the shoes and I pick a pair of black heeled court shoes.
Then I find a black pleated knee length skirt. A long sleeved blue roll
necked pullover is my next find. I am shaking, I'm really shaking. Now
to the underwear, I pick out a black half slip, a pair of panties and a
panty brief. Wow, I find a pair of hold up stockings. I take a deep
breath as I start to remove my male clothes.
I look towards the full length mirror, and I don't like what I see. My
body is wrong, I should have breasts, I should have hips, I should
have... but I've got an appendage I wish I didn't have. Picking up the
panties I slip them on. Making sure I tuck my appendage to ensure I have
a female looking front. I follow up by putting on the panty brief. I
like what I see, I slip the stockings on, gently rolling them up my hair
free legs relishing in their silky smoothness against my legs. I put the
bra on, it has padded cups but to enhance my faux bust I roll my socks
up and put them in the bra cups. The slip and skirt fit me as if they
were my own. I finally put the pullover on. Catching sight of myself I
fight back a smile as a young girl smiles back. Slipping the shoes on I
stand up smoothing the skirt as I do so. Taking a few tentative steps in
the heels I move closer to the mirror.
I wish I knew how to apply makeup. I suppose that's the next step. But
looking at my reflection in the mirror I now know that the real me is
looking back. The girl inside is finally out. I take another look at the
girl that is me in the mirror. And I'm wishing that I had more time to
indulge in trying another outfit. I'll have to make allowances the next
time my mother and sisters are out.
"Well hello John," I hear from behind me. "But I can't really call you
John now can I? Considering the way you're dressed," she smiles. "Do you
have a name for yourself when you're dressed?"
I turn to face my sister. I look like a dear caught in headlights and I
am at a loss for words. My sister Sarah smiles. "Don't look so worried,"
she steps closer. "All you had to do was ask me little sister." She
steps even closer. "I know you've been doing this for a while. That's
why I bought the clothes and shoes you're wearing. They're yours."
"Sarah." I gulp. "I... I..." I look up at my sister. "I don't have a
girl name," I say sadly. "But I think I want to be a girl," I blurt out.
"I'm a girl inside..." I fight back tears.
"Mom and I already know how you feel," she hugs me. "All the questions
you've asked over the years," she holds me close. "We put it all
together. And that's why we've not said anything about you raiding my
wardrobe," she chuckled. "But there is to be no more hiding your true
self," she stepped back. "Let's make you prettier than you already are."
Sarah pushes me towards her vanity. "Sit down Jessica," she says naming
me at the same time. "Let me work my magic on you," she says using a
cleansing wipe on my face. "I'll teach you all I know."
Sarah proceeded to turn the ugly duckling that I was into a swan.
Foundation and powder that matched my skin tone, eye shadow, eyeliner,
mascara on both my upper and lower eyelashes, a subtle blush. And a plum
coloured lipstick which matched my blusher. She then placed a wig cap on
my head and gently pushed any loose hairs under it. An auburn shoulder
length wig was placed on my head and brushed out. My socks in the bra
were replaced by gel inserts. It felt as if I had my own breasts. Sarah
smiled as she told me to take a look at myself. I looked at my
reflection the girl in my dreams stared back. I was Jessica.
"Let's go down to the kitchen," Sarah told me. "We'll have a drink. Then
who knows what we'll do?"
I made my sister and myself a coffee. And we sat and chatted. Mum came
in and like Sarah was all smiles when she saw me. "I finally get to meet
my younger daughter," I stood up. "Do you have a name young lady?"
"Jessica," I answered. "My name is Jessica." I started to cry.
"Don't cry Jessica. You'll ruin your make up," Mum said as she hugged
me. "Now," she paused. "I think we should all go out for dinner," she
looked at me. "I want to show my daughters to the world. Besides it
would be a shame to put all your hard work to waste."
And so I'm now Jessica. The girl I knew I was. The big guy may have made
the initial mistake. But I've, with the help of my sister and mother,
corrected it.
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