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Can I Tell You Something? By Maria Ski I have a secret. Ok I know everyone has secrets, but I have a secret that I've kept from my family and especially my sister. I find it very hard as she and I share a lot of secrets with each other. And so far none of the secrets we share have been divulged to anyone. It's down to the mutual trust we have for each other. But it was on a wet Saturday... Mum and Dad had gone out for the day. The rain was gently drumming against the windows. Unusually for a Saturday the television was off. The only sound I could hear was the rain against the windows. It was so relaxing. I put the book I was reading on the coffee table in front of me. And I sat back on the sofa picking up the copy of 'Femme' magazine that was also on the coffee table. I noticed that it had articles about Cross Dressers and Transgendered girls. So I started to read. The more I read, the more I began to see me in some of the girls that had been interviewed. I was so engrossed in reading... "Hey squirt. What are you reading Mum's 'Femme' magazine for?" my sister Louise asked. "Something to do I guess," I replied. "This article about transgendered girls is interesting," I said with a smile. "And there's also an article about cross dressers," I chuckled. "Did want me for anything?" I asked looking up from the magazine. "No," my sister answered. "not really. I'll go and a make a drink for us both and come back." "Cheers Sis." I smiled as she left the room. But as I read the article on the transgendered girls I began to empathise, I started to recognise that they had some of the same feelings I had. A thought crossed my mind was I like them? Could I be a transgendered girl? I continued reading. My sister came back with a tray of drinks and snacks. "Hey squirt. Put the magazine down so we can drink our drinks and chat." I put the magazine down. "Ok Sis." I smiled. "What do you want to chat about?" "I read the article you've just read," she replied. "It's hard to believe that some of those girls used to be guys," she looked at me. "What are your thoughts?" I sat back and sipped my mug of tea. "They look amazing. Especially," I picked up the magazine and found the page. "this lady here," I pointed to a picture of Carmen Carrera. "She." I paused. "She is gorgeous." "She is," my sister agreed. "Does my little brother have a crush on Carmen?" I blushed. "Kind of," I told her. "She is a beautiful woman." I dipped my head. "And I don't care that she used to be a man." My sister smiled. "It's nice, No it's great to know that my kid brother has an open mind. I agree Carmen is a beautiful woman," she chuckled. "I doubt Dad would approve though." I suppressed a grin. Our father was a little behind the times with regard to those with an alternative lifestyle. He was one of the reasons I had kept my secret, secret even from Louise. I took a generous sip of my tea. "You're right Dad wouldn't approve of her. He'd call her a degenerate deviant or something a lot worse." I put my mug on the coffee table. "I'm surprised Mum was allowed to get this issue. Or do you think it was left out to educate him?" Louise looked at me. "Or she left it out for us to read," She smiled. "You even put down one of your Sci-fi novels to read those articles," she grinned. "And that is unusual even for you," she paused. "Does that mean you've something to tell me?" I looked at Louise, taking a breath. "Lou, Can I tell you something?" "Of course you can bro." She came and sat next to me. "What have you got to tell me?" "Promise me that you won't laugh." I paused. "Promise me that you won't laugh at what I'm going to tell you" "I promise John." She smiled resting a hand on my knee. "I won't laugh," she reassured me. I looked at the copy of 'Femme' and back at Louise. "I want to be a girl Louise." I was straight to the point. "I want to be a girl." I started to tear up. "Can you help me. Can you teach me how to be a girl?" She smiled as she pulled me into a sisterly hug. "I wondered why occasionally some my clothes had been moved. You've been trying them on." She held me a little tighter. "All you had to do was ask John." She sat back. "You want me to dress you up don't you?" she eventually asked. "The whole works? A makeover?" I nodded. I felt awkward, a little unsure of myself. But I had put my secret out in the open. I admit that I suspected Mum knew my secret and that is why she bought the copy of 'Femme' knowing I'd read it. I looked at Louise with a weak smile. "It's alright John," she said with a smile. "Mum and Dad aren't here. We've got most of the day. I'll make you look amazing." She held her smile. "Now let's get upstairs and get started." I went to my room. As Louise told me I was to strip and go into the bathroom. She was waiting for me as I removed my dressing gown and stepped in to the bath. Louise covered me in a foul but sweet smelling cream, it started to tingle against my skin. She set a timer and we waited. The timer went off and I stepped under the shower. I watched as my body hair went down the plughole, I was then told to wash using the moisturising body wash. I did as I was bid and my skin felt soft and feminine. I noticed a few stray hairs and I removed them with a razor. I also shaved again. Being careful not to cut myself. Now the only hair I had was that on the top of my head. I gently dried myself down with a soft towel. Looking round for my dressing gown I found it had been replaced by a soft silk kimono in a pastel pink with a floral design covering it. I loved how it felt against my now hairless skin. "I'm in my room Bro," Louise called out. "I've a few things ready for you," she paused. "Come in when you're ready." I entered my sister's bedroom. I admit to shaking a little due to being nervous. Louise gently took me by the hand and pulled me deeper into the room. She had laid out what she wanted me to wear. "I'm not going to dress you like a baby John," she said. "I'm going to turn you into a girl your own age," she affectionately squeezed my hand. "so don't worry," She smiled again. "Now put these panties on and remember you'll need to tuck..." The sensation was electric as I stepped into the flesh coloured panties and slid them up to cover my boy bits, which I dutifully tucked. I was handed another pair of black panties which I carefully put on. This pair was a little tighter and would mean it would be harder for me to reveal my true sex. I felt surprisingly comfortable with my bits tucked away. It also meant I would now have to watch how much I drank. "You need hips," Louise stated in a matter of fact sort of way. "Here put this on. It's a padded panty brief. It will give you female hips and bottom. I wore it one Halloween." I laughed. "I remember." I got a playful swat from Louise. "You looked great in that costume." I put on the article she handed to me. And the effect was as she predicted. I now had a derriere of a girl my age. Louise smiled. I removed the Kimono as directed by Louise. "Now for your first bra." She grinned. "I have one that matches the panty brief. It's a padded bra. And once we fit the fillers you'll look like you've breasts of your own." She helped me put it on. Adjusting the straps slightly and ensuring it sat properly. She picked up the 'Chicken' fillet like inserts and put them into the cups of the bra. I gasped as it was as she had said, it appeared I had breasts of my own. I reached for the kimono style gown. But Louise shook her head. "You need to get dressed little sister." She smiled. "You can't spend all day in your underwear," she giggled. "Put the light tan pantyhose on." She watched as I sat down and gently put the delicate garment on. "WOW." She looked at my legs. "You have fantastic legs." She ran a hand over one of my legs. "Maybe you should've been born a girl." She shook her head. "The boots I'm going to get you to wear will make those legs of yours look even more fabulous." My eyes went wide at the mention of boots. But I had to hide my smile. Louise then handed me her black knee length denim skirt. Which I stepped into and zipped up. The skirt seemed to accent my faux female curves which met with Louise's approval. After putting on a white roll neck sleeved top. I was led to her vanity table. "Sit down and the magic can really begin." She started to gently rub a moisturiser onto my face. "This is so your skin won't dry out," Louise explained. "I'll explain each step as I go on. So when we do this again you'll be able to do your own makeup." Louise wrapped a cape around my neck. "I'm using this to prevent the make up getting over your clothes." She also placed a wig cap over my own hair to keep it out of the way. 'When we do this again' the words echoed in my head as Louise applied the foundation liquid ensuring it was evenly applied over my face. She followed the foundation with a powder. Gently brushing off any excess as she did this she explained that this was to give her a blank canvas to apply the rest of the makeup to. I sat still as she applied eyeliner and eye shadow in subtle shades, mascara to both my upper and lower eyelashes, and a light rouge blush to my cheeks which was so subtle it look natural. And she handed me a dark red lipstick and told me to apply it myself. I was a little nervous. But I managed to do it. Gently taking off some excess with a tissue. Louise belonged to a drama group and had several wigs in various styles. She told me to close my eyes. I felt the wig hair tickle my ears and I felt her gently brush the wig out as it settled on my head. She told me to open my eyes and look in the mirror. An attractive girl my age looked back. Her raven hair was in a high pony tail, tendrils of hair hung down either side of her face. She moved as I moved, she gasped as I gasped. "WOW," Louise said. "You look like a younger version of Mum." She smiled. "I can't see any trace that you are actually a boy." She reached over for the boots. "Let's finish the job and go downstairs." The knee high boots had a three inch heel and fitted me perfectly. I zipped them up and took some tentative steps, Louise had me walk up and down her room a few times. Before long I felt comfortable walking in them. We went down to the kitchen, the sound of my heels gently clicking on the floor encouraged me. It was a soft reassuring sound. Louise watched me as I sat down smoothing my skirt under me. And I looked up at her with a soft smile. ?Thank you Louise,? I said. ?Thank you.? ?You?re welcome Little Sis,? she replied. ?Why didn?t you come to see me about your secret earlier?? she asked. I dipped my head. ?I suppose.? I paused in thought. ?I was scared Lou, I was scared about what your reaction would have been,? I smiled weakly. ?You could have just laughed in my face.? I absently tapped a tattoo on the table. ?I know I wouldn?t have been able to take that.? ?But you?ve told me.? She smiled gently. ?And I?m fine with the fact my brother wants to be my sister.? She giggled. ?I can remember threatening you with a makeover when I had a few friends over for a sleepover.? She grinned. ?You feigned reluctance and hid in your room. But seeing you now. I have a feeling, just a feeling you would have liked it. And maybe you would have come out earlier.? I nodded. ?I remember.? I smiled. ?Your friend Lara was the one that suggested it.? I caught my reflection in a window. ?I had a crush on her by the way.? I faced her. ?And maybe you?re right. I might have come out to you earlier.? I shrugged. ?But that was then.? Louise smiled warmly. ?And now I get to teach you all you need to know about being a girl,? she winked. ?Just as I would if you were my real little sister. And maybe we?ll let Mum in on the secret? Or maybe she already knows. I?ll make a pot of tea.? As Louise started to make the pot of tea the door bell rang. I looked at my sister. ?I?ll get it,? totally forgetting how I was dressed. Louise watched me with a smile. I got to the door and I smiled myself, it was my girlfriend Sara who is a pretty red head. I opened the door with a grin. ?Come in Sara,? I said. ?Louise is in the kitchen.? My voice soft and feminine. Sara stood there and looked at me in amazement. ?John is that you?? She had me do a twirl. ?You look... You look fantastic.? She hugged me. ?So what do I call you? I can?t exactly call you John with you looking so... So girly...!? she asked as we entered the kitchen. I dipped my head in thought. ?How about Nyssa?? I asked. ?It?s a name I like. It?s slightly exotic...? ?It?s also the name of the hot female assassin in Arrow you like,? Sara added. ?So Nyssa it is.? She smiled. ?I still can?t believe how good you look as a girl.? ?I see you?ve met my little sister Sara,? Louise said as she poured the tea. ?I found out about her today.? She smiled at me. ?She?s going to be around a lot more after today I think.? She looked at Sara. ?Can I tell you something Sara. And please don?t judge me.? Sara smiled. ?Of course Louise,? Sara looked at me. ?Go ahead. But I think I can guess.? She sat next to me at the kitchen table. ?John, Sorry Nyssa I believe is transgender,? Louise said straight out. ?So in a way I?ve always had a little sister.? She smiled at me. ?It just took her awhile to come out to say ?Hello?.? Sara looked at me. ?So my boyfriend is now my girlfriend.? She chuckled. ?Or am I going to have both?? She took my hand in hers. ?I knew I was dating you for a reason.? Sara paused. ?You?re beautiful Nyssa. ? leant in and kissed my cheek. ?And your mine!? she announced. ?No matter what...? I looked at her in surprise. ?But...? I was at a loss for words. ?But...? Sara smiled. ?I?m going to be honest with you.? She looked me straight in the eyes. ?I sensed that you were different Nyssa.? She took both my hands. ?I think I?m looking at the real you.? She looked briefly at Louise and turned back to me. ?I seriously think that John is... was an act. Don?t you agree?? Louise?s smile turned to grin. ?I think you might be on to something there Sara.? She looked at me. ?Is that true Nyssa?? she asked me. ?Do I have a brother or a sister?? With my hands still be held by Sara I closed my eyes to hold back tears. Between them they had seen through my facade. ?Sara, Louise I don?t think I can lie to any one anymore. I feel right dressed as I am,? I paused as I chewed my lip. ?I?m a girl, I?m a girl inside who needs to be let out.? I fought back the tears. ?Can you both help me be the girl I?m meant to be?? I had always suspected that Sara was as an enigma, a puzzle wrapped in a short skirt. I had expected rejection, but I was getting acceptance and love. I chewed my inner lip to help hold back the tears. Sara moved a little closer. ?Nyssa, my raven haired beauty. We are going to take you on a wonderful journey. Starting today by taking you to the mall. Because we can?t let Louise?s work go to waste by having hide inside all day.? She smiled. ?Then we?ll take you out on a girl?s night out.? She leant in and whispered. ?And I?ll show you my appreciation...? Sara kissed my cheek gently and let my hands go. Louise looked at me. ?I agree with Sara.? She smiled. ?But I?m not going to pressure you, or force you to do anything you don?t want to do,? Louise paused. ?But Sara?s right. We can?t stay in all day. We?ve done all our chores, so the rest of the day is ours.? She looked at Sara and back at me. ?Take the bull by the horns Nyssa. Take the first step.? I took a breath as I made my decision. ?Ok, Let?s go out.? I shrugged. ?You?re right I can?t hide inside.? I stood up. ?Let?s do it before I change my mind.? Louise and Sara were all smiles. We sat and drank our tea, and had a general chat about where we were going to go and what to do. And a cover story for why I was dressed as a girl, on the off chance I was recognised whilst we were out. But deep inside I knew that I was doing the right thing, I was letting the real me out with the help of two people I trusted. As we stood in the hall Louise handed me a Jacket to match my skirt and I put it on, flipping my hair out from under the collar as if it was the most natural reaction. I checked my hair in the mirror. Gently pushing a stray hair back behind my ear. I turned at the gasp I heard and smiled. Sara stepped closer and brushed a stray hair off my shoulder. ?You should have been born a girl Nyssa.? She said with a grin. ?The way you moved just then I did not see any trace of James.? She chuckled. ?All I saw was Nyssa.? She dipped her head. ?Who I hope will be my girlfriend?? She looked at me. ?Because I would love to be hers...? I swept Sara into a hug. ?Of course I?ll be your girlfriend.? I kissed her cheek. ?But we?ll have to take it a step at a time,? I paused. ?Because we?ve got to tell James he?s been replaced.? We both laughed and turned to face Louise. Louise came down the stairs and handed me a handbag. It had a shoulder strap and I was a little curious and I opened its zip and had a look inside. Louise had put all the essentials I would need, a small make up bag so I could make any running repairs, some tissues, a powder compact, a tube of lipstick, a small mirror, my mobile phone which had been given a new feminine cover, a small purse containing about ?50.00 in cash, I smiled that was what I had had in my wallet, and about ?5.00 in small change, and a sanitary pad and a couple of tampons. She smiled when I found them and said. ?Just in case Nyssa. Just in case.? She winked at Sara. ?Well you are a girl now.? Louise and Sara opened my eyes, and made my first trip shopping en-femme an interesting experience. Going from store to store and back again. As time went on I became more comfortable and totally forgot how I was dressed. To all who saw me I was a young woman out with her friends. Sara and Louise treated me to some makeup in colours that they knew would suit me, I purchased some foundation and powder and a make up bag, and I had my nails manicured and a clear polish put on them. The girls reminded me, when we were out of the salespersons earshot, I would have to replace each piece occasionally especially the mascara. Sara watched in amazement as I enquired about three piece lingerie set in Victoria?s Secret. Laughing and joking about how it would turn my boyfriend into putty when he saw me in it. Unfortunately it was out of my price range. We finally decided to grab a bite to eat and made our way to the food court. I froze briefly when I spotted Deborah Stevens and her clique, but gathered myself for their inquisition as we were waved over to join them. Deborah was a member of the cheerleader squad at school as were her friends Kristen and Beth. ?Hi Louise,? Deborah said as we sat down. ?Who are your friends?? she asked. She knew who Sara was but it was, in Deborah?s mind, odd to see her with my sister. Louise smiled. ?Sara, who you know from school, my nerdy brother?s girlfriend and Nyssa my cousin.? She squeezed my hand. ?Who surprised us with a visit today.? She giggled. ?Poor John would?ve been with us.? She paused. ?But he?s helping our neighbour.? ?John,? Sara said as she shook her head. ?Always putting other people before himself.? She smiled. ?It?s one of the reasons I like him.? Kristen, a friend of Deborah?s, laughed. ?Oh come on Sara.? She looked at us all. ?We all know your using John as a beard.? She said it with a slight hint of venom. ?To hide the fact you?re actually a lesbian.? She paused. ?Or is that just a rumour?? Sara took a sip of her drink. ?Kristen. If I were a lesbian I would be out and proud.? She looked at us all. ?Besides,? Sara paused. ?That rumour could have been started by someone who is jealous of the fact I?m actually dating John.? Kristen snorted, Beth her friend spoke up. ?You might be right there Sara.? She smiled slyly. ?Because I?ve heard that he?s.? She chuckled. ?Well hung...? Deborah grinned. ?He?s no jock I grant you.? She looked at Louise. ?But your nerdy brother is someone my parents would love me to date.? She smiled sweetly. ?I?m just mad that he?s taken.? I joined in as they all laughed. But I kept quiet as they continued to talk just in case I said anything that would give the game away. Sara then chose that moment to involve me. ?I swear that Nyssa was flirting with our server.? She winked. ?Because she managed to get a discount on her meal.? She chuckled slightly. ?Or was it some other reason?? ?I think he was flirting with me,? I responded. ?What with me being a fresh face.? I paused. ?Or he could have just been talking to my breasts. He is a man after all...? Louise and Sara almost choked on their drinks at my response, Deborah, Beth and Kristen laughed out loud. I took a bite of a fry. ?If I have a weapon in my arsenal, I?m going to use it,? taking a sip of my drink. ?More fool him if he falls for it,? the server in question looked over and I waved. He dropped his stack of trays. As we finished our meals arrangements were made to meet up later at the ?Faux Fillies?. All the girls insisted that Nyssa come out with them. I had no choice but to say yes. And so as I watched Deborah, Beth and Kristen walk away I wondered what I had let myself in for. But I knew that it would be a fun night having been to the ?Faux Fillies? before en- drab. As we drove home Louise and Sara had nothing bad to say about my first sojourn en-femme. I was quite surprised that I hadn?t been read, or if I had been no one had given me away. ?I?m surprised Deborah didn?t see through you Nyssa,? Louise said cheerfully. ?Or query that you were my cousin.? She smiled. ?I think she was more interested in trying to get Sara angry.? Sara looked at me. ?I have a feeling you?re right on that count Louise. But you were amazing Nyssa.? She sat back in thought. ?It?s hard to believe that Nyssa is actually my boyfriend under all that female finery.? She smiled. ?And looking so natural. And so calm.? Louise chuckled. ?That?s a family trait Sara.? She stuck her tongue out at me. ?If we set out to do something.? She paused. ?We will put maximum effort in doing it right. Nyssa became the girl she is meant to be. John is still there, but it?s Nyssa who?s with us now.? As we rounded the corner into the street where we lived Louise slowed down as she noticed that our mother?s car was in the drive of our home. She turned to look at me, her eyes said if Mum is home, Dad might also be home. ?Well Mum and Dad are going to find out eventually,? I said with a sad smile. ?I might as well get it over with,? I took a breath. ?What?s the worst that can happen?? I knew that our father would go nuts. As I have mentioned before, our father was not one to support those with an alternative lifestyle. He?d probably take his anger out on me for daring to cross the gender divide. So with Sara holding my hand, we entered through the kitchen door. To find Mum waiting for us. ?Hello girls,? Mum said with a welcoming smile. ?Did you get what you wanted whilst you were out?? her smile broadened into a grin when she saw me. ?So my secret daughter finally makes an appearance.? She came up and hugged me. ?I?ve known that you were here. I just had to wait.? I stepped back from the hug. ?I... I...? ?It?s all right John,? Mum interrupted. ?It appears that the apple doesn?t fall far from the tree.? She chuckled. ?Sit down all of you. I make us all a drink,? as we sat down she turned to us. ?Can I tell you something?? she asked. ?Of course you can Mum,? Louise said. ?I left the current copy of ?Femme? out deliberately,? Mum answered. ?I wanted to see if John would read it.? She looked at me. ?Which judging by the way he is dressed I think he did.? She winked at me. ? Was it the picture of Carmen that opened the door John?? she asked. ?But I can?t really call you John dressed as you are. Do you have a femme name?? I gulped. ?Nyssa,? I replied in an almost whisper. ?I chose the name Nyssa Mum.? I looked at my mother. And wondered how she knew about my slight crush on Carmen. ?Nyssa.? Mum smiled. ?It?s a beautiful name. For a beautiful daughter.? She smiled. ?As I was saying I left the copy of ?Femme? out to see if you would read it Nyssa. I knew of your interest in all things transgender. You should really delete your browser history,? I blushed but Mum continued. ?Sara do you have any problems with John being Nyssa?? Sara shook her head. ?No, Nyssa is beautiful. So why would I have a problem.? She paused. ?I?d love her how ever she was dressed.? She smiled. ?My only regret is that I wish I had met her earlier.? She took my hand. ?That?s good to hear Sara,? Mum said with a smile. ?Because I have a feeling that we?ll be seeing a lot more of Nyssa.? She looked straight at me. ?As I suspect that is something that John wants. To become Nyssa and let John fade away.? She looked at Sara and Louise. ?But I suspect that you both knew that already. Judging by what you did whilst shopping,? Mum grinned. ?It was a very nice 3 piece Nyssa.? I blushed, I hadn?t even realised Mum had been watching us. But I put it to the back of my mind. As Mum poured the tea I looked up at her. ?Mum.? I paused. ?You said something about the apple not falling far from the tree.? I was puzzled. ?Can you explain what you meant please?? Mum nodded. ?Of course.? She paused. ?You?re not the only transgender girl in the family Nyssa.? She sipped her tea. ?Your Aunt Sandra is also transgender. I was her Louise, I was her mentor.? She smiled. ?Your Grandmother and I were the only ones who knew she was different and were able to accept her for who she is.? She looked at me. ?I see a lot of her in you.? Mum paused again. ?I know she?ll want to meet her niece.? I felt myself smile as I had only met Aunt Sandra once. It was at a family party held by our Aunt on our father?s side. It was fancy dress and I had been dressed as a cheerleader and Louise was a quarterback. And I asked her if I would grow up to be as pretty as her, I was 9 at the time, she smiled. ?Only you know the answer to that,? she answered. ?But who knows.? Louise spoke up. ?What about Dad?? she asked. ?When he finds out about Nyssa... He?s going to freak out.? She looked at me. ?Remember what he did to John after Aunt Catherine?s party?? she could see me wince at the memory. ?John still has the nightmares about that beating he got.? Mum nodded. ?I remember.? She looked at us all. ?But I?ll handle your father. He won?t repeat what happened I can assure you of that.? She sighed. ?Because I made him fully aware of what would happen if he hit either of you.? She smiled. ?If he can?t handle the fact the Nyssa is here to stay. Well he knows where the door is...? I looked at Mum in surprise. ?But Mum...? ?Nyssa,? Mum cut me off. ?You can?t pull the wool over my eyes. You like dressing as a girl, your moving like a girl, you like being a girl.? She chuckled. ?I have a daughter who I always knew was there but afraid to show herself, and Louise has the sister she always wanted. You?ll only be denying the truth and putting off your eventual transition. John is who you once were. Nyssa is who you are meant to be.? Deep down I knew my mother was right. She had it worked out even if part of me was unsure. Mum then broke the tension that was building. ?Now I know you are going to take Nyssa out on the town tonight.? She winked at Sara. ?I have bought some items that will help Nyssa look even more like a natural female than she does now.? She took me by the hand. ?Come with me Nyssa and let?s make it so you knock them dead.? We arranged to meet later. And Mum led me to my bedroom. On my bed was a selection of pastel pink boxes. Mum informed me that she had been to ?Faux Girls? and purchased some items that I would need to make me look like a natal girl. But Mum instructed me to remove my makeup and what I was wearing and wash and shower. I dutifully did as I was told. And I returned to my room clean and sweet smelling. She handed me the first item from one of the boxes. It was flesh coloured and it appeared to match my own skin tone. It was a panty that would enable me to dress as a woman and function as a woman. I would get a ?twinkle? as my mother delicately put it. I slowly slipped it on and listened to my mother as she instructed me how to adjust my ?boy? bits so I would be comfortable. I was amazed as ?little John? became ?little Jane?. The colouring was so good it looked like I had a female lower half as it also had female padding. I was informed that I could wear it for up to a week before I had to remove it and that it was ?fully functional?. Mum handed me a garter belt which I put on and adjusted so it sat on my waist. Panties then followed which I slipped the garter straps through to her approval. I sat on the edge of my bed and rolled a pair of stockings attaching them to the garter belt. The stockings felt softer than the pantyhose I had worn earlier. And I smiled shyly. Mum removed the first box and opened the second. She removed a flesh coloured vest which had built in breasts. I slipped it over my head and adjusted it so it sat on my torso properly. Mum went round its edges with a wet cloth. And it merged with my own skin. I had appeared to have grown my own breasts and they moved as I moved. I ran my finger over a nipple and I felt it. Mum smiled as she handed me the bra and chuckled as I put it on as if I had been wearing one all my life. My eyes went wide as I realised it was the lingerie set I had admired in ?Victoria?s Secret?. But I now realised I had one of my own. A matching waist nipper was handed to me. And I was helped into it by mum. I caught a brief image of myself in the mirror. The girl in the mirror smiled back. Mum handed me the kimono I wore earlier and told me to follow her. She reminded me to pick up my wig and wig cap. Mum led me to her bedroom, and had me sit down at her vanity. She smiled. ?Every girl needs to learn how to do her own make up.? She pointed at me. ?So here is where you start. I?ll tell you what to do and the order in which to do it.? And so I began. Foundation and powder that matched my skin tone was applied, any excess powder was brushed off. A light eye shadow was applied as a base which was followed by a thin touch of eyeliner across my eyelids. I then applied various shades of grey shadow to give my eyes a soft sultry look. Mascara to both my upper and lower lashes. Mum smiled as I paused and altered a slight mistake. I was very subtle with the use of blusher. I then gently lined my lips and finally applying a deep red lipstick, I removed any excess by kissing a tissue. Mum smiled with approval. She handed me a long sleeved black dress. It had a V-Shaped neckline and would show off my cleavage. I stepped into the dress and Mum zipped me up. I adjusted the dress smoothing it down. Mum then had me sit down and she fitted my wig styling it for a night out. She gave me a low plaited ponytail. But left a tendril of hair on each side of my face. She gasped when she finished. ?Nyssa, you?re beautiful. There is no sign of John. All I see is a beautiful girl.? She hugged me. ?Now let?s finish getting you ready.? I was back in my room putting on the matching heeled court shoes when Louise came in dressed in a similar dress to the one I was wearing. ?WOW...!? she exclaimed. ?Nyssa...! You look amazing...!? I blushed slightly under my makeup. ?Thanks Louise.? I smiled. ?I had a fantastic teacher.? Louise came closer. ?You did your own make up?? she grinned. ?You?ll be giving me tips before you know it.? I stood facing her. ?Do I pass muster?? I asked. ?Of course you do Nyssa,? Louise said with a smile. ?I see the sister I?ve always wanted. For a nerdy guy.? She took my hand. ?You make one beautiful girl. Sara is a lucky girl to have you.? Louise noticed my nails. ?Wow, Did you do them yourself?? she asked. And her smile broadened when I nodded in the affirmative. I had applied a couple of coats of deep red nail polish to match my lips. So my hands looked delicately feminine. Mum insisted on taking a few photographs. The sound of my heels clicking against the pavement help to relax me as I walked with Sara and Louise towards ?The Faux Fillies?. Sara told me that it wouldn?t matter if I was read because all the staff were female impersonators and transgender girls. She also said that looking the way I did I?d be fighting the men off. Sara stopped before the door and turned to me. ?I have a challenge for you Nyssa.? She stated. ?I want you to have at least one dance with a man tonight.? She grinned. ?Just to see if you can.? She paused. ?And you?re allowed to let him kiss you.? I smiled at my girlfriend. ?Ok Sara,? it was my turn to pause. ?I?ll take your challenge.? I looked at Louise. ?To see if I can.? We entered the club. And were spotted by Deborah, Kristen and Beth who waved us over to share their table. When we were seated a young waitress came over and took our food and drink orders. The night was going smoothly I enjoyed the meal, the show was fantastic. And then I had to use the rest room. As I got up Beth offered to go with me as it is rare for a girl to go solo to the rest room. Sara looked at me and I whispered that I would be fine, in all honesty I knew I could handle Beth. I used a stall and as I came out I found myself facing not only Beth but Deborah and Kristen. Beth gave me a feral grin. ?Ok,? she began. ?Who are you really?? she asked as my sister and girlfriend came in through the door. ?You?re not Louise?s cousin are you?? I washed my hands. ?No I?m not Beth,? I answered truthfully. ?I?m her brother.? I smiled. ?I?m her brother John.? I looked at them as their mouths dropped. ?I?m transgender,? I added. ?And I hope to transition and become a woman.? I looked at Sara and Louise. ?They read me. And I was so careful.? I turned to Beth. ?Tell me, what gave me away?? I asked as Sara came and stood beside me. Beth laughed. ?Your scar John,? she said. ?The small scar you got playing field hockey.? She smiled. ?I noticed it this morning but I wasn?t sure.? I chuckled. ?So I?ve been caught out. I?ve told you the truth.? I chewed my lip. ?What do you plan to do?? I turned and touched up my lipstick. Deborah looked at me. ?Nothing.? She paused. ?Nothing at all.? She smiled. ?Because you?re the first transgender girl we?ve met. And you look to damn good to be a boy.? She came closer. ?And I would hope that you would let Beth, Kristen and myself be your friends.? Deborah?s statement surprised me. To some she appeared to be shallow and a bit ditzy. But here and now she appeared to be an open minded person. ?Of course,? I answered her. ?Of course you can be my friends.? As we left the restroom they announced that they would open up the dance floor for those who wanted to dance. The MC started to take requests on behalf of the DJ. And a soft dance tune came over the speakers. I found myself in the arms of a shy boy called Peter, he?d stammered his request to dance with me. And recognising a little of me in him I said yes, kissing him on the cheek which surprised his friends and made Peter blush, and I led him onto the dance floor. At first he was a little stiff as he danced but he soon loosened up. Peter then said that it was his birthday. His friends had thought it be a good idea to bring him out to celebrate. And possibly find a girl for him. I smiled, I told him that my friends had done exactly the same thing to me. I smiled at them as I danced with Peter. The music changed to a slow dance and Peter bought me in closer, I shivered as I felt his appendage as we danced close. The music stopped and I blushed slightly and whispered. ?Peter as much as I would like,? I chewed my lip. ?I got my dates wrong and my monthly visitor is staying. Sorry...!? I took a breath. But Peter smiled sweetly and kissed me a little shyly on the lips. ?I understand Nyssa,? he squeezed my shoulder. ?Dancing with you was enough. I?m not one for a one night fling.? I watched in amazement as he walked off. He turned and smiled, I smiled back. As I walked back to where the girls were sitting I saw an attractive red head and a raven haired beauty that looked vaguely familiar to me. I shook my head in puzzlement. And as I sat back down I mentioned it to the girls. ?Don?t worry about it Nyssa,? Kristen said. ?There are a lot of attractive girls here.? She chuckled. ?And some of them I know are actually guys.? She smiled. ?It?s amazing that they can appear to be so feminine. So beautiful.? ?How do they do it?? Beth asked. ?Why do they do it?? Beth paused and looked at me. ?Why would a guy want to dress as a girl or be a girl?? ?With a lot of practice,? I answered. ?I had a crash course in ?Being a Female 101? but it all seemed natural to me,? I thought for a while. ?Why do they do it? Because they can. It?s a shame that a man can?t walk down the street in a flowing floral dress without causing a scene. Where as a girl can wear a pair of trousers and no-one bats an eye,? I paused. ?And as to why a guy would want to dress as a girl,? I smiled. ?Because the guy wants to experience the feel of softer fabrics against his skin, the wide choice in what can be worn clothes wise, the reassuring tug of a bra or garter strap, the smell of perfume, the taste of lipstick on the lips. Being a different person. And because they want to dress as a girl,? I looked at Beth. ?Then there is also the fact that the might be transgender. And they want what they show on the outside to match how the feel on the inside. To make themselves whole.? Beth looked at me with a smile. ?So Nyssa is who you want to be?? she asked. ?Nyssa is who you are meant to be?? she paused. ?John was a lie, John was...? ?Can I tell you something?? I interrupted. ?I am John.? I tapped my forehead. ?I am also Nyssa.? I collected my thoughts. ?Nyssa is who I want to be. I would like to be a girl. I want to be a girl. John was... John was someone who was very unsure, very shy, and...? I paused. ?Very unhappy in the body he was in.? I looked up at my friends. ?But as Nyssa, I feel whole, complete and dare I dare I say it a lot happier,? taking a breath. ?I?m lucky. I?ve you guys, I?ve a girlfriend who understands, a mother and sister who?ll help me. There are some transgender girls who aren?t so lucky.? We ordered some drinks, as John I would have bottled everything I had said up. I would have kept quiet. And so we chatted for a while my answer seemingly being sufficient for Beth. Deborah, Beth and Kristen got up to dance. Before long Sara and Louise got up and joined them. I sat and watched, left with my own thoughts. I looked up to find the Red head watching me. ?Hello John. Do you mind if I join you?? she asked. ?As you look like a girl with a lot on her mind.? ?You?re right,? I smiled gesturing for her to join me. ?I?ve been on quite the roller coaster ride today,? I told her. ?What with coming out to my sister, girlfriend, mother and friends today,? I chuckled. ?Here I am. A transgender girl having a great night out. I?m Nyssa.? I smiled again. ?I have to say John you?ve grown into the beautiful woman I knew was there,? the red head replied. ?Your mother told me you had blossomed. I had to see for myself.? The woman before me was familiar, very familiar. But she had called me John twice. I gambled with. ?Aunt Sandra?? I paused. ?Aunt Sandra I haven?t seen you in years!? ?Yes John. I?m your Aunt Sandra.? She grinned. ?But I really should call you Nyssa.? She moved to sit beside me. ?You have become the true you.? She took my hand. ?The cheerleader has grown up.? Aunt Sandra smiled. ?And I?m here to tell you that I?m here for you should you need me.? She paused. ?Because you are on a journey that is going to be long and hard. You?ll face rejection, hostility and loss.? ?I know,? I replied. ?But I have friends Aunt Sandra. A girlfriend, my mother, my sister,? I looked at my relative. ?The only dark cloud on the horizon is my father.? ?I wouldn?t be so sure about that Nyssa,? Sandra said with a sly smile. ?Take a look over on the dance floor.? And she pointed to where the Raven haired beauty, I had seen earlier, in an emerald green floor length dress was hugging my sister. Recognition dawned as they came closer. I shook my head in disbelief. Sara sat down next to me. I looked as my sister and the raven haired beauty came closer. It couldn?t be...? Could it? Her voice was soft and sultry. ?Hello Nyssa.? She smiled. ?It looks like you and I have something in common.? She paused. ?Can I tell you something??