To Grandmother's House free porn video

To Grandmother's House Belladonna Memories of youthful summer days spent beside his grandmother dressed in his mother's hand-me-downs filled Michael's head. Those memories brought a smile to his face. He let out a contented sigh as he continued staring out the window while his mother continued driving him to his grandmother's home for the summer. "You know you don't have to do this?" His mother reminded him. "But Grandma looks forward to it so much," Michael replied, reminding his mother of how she loved to dote on her only grandchild. Erika nodded before she said, "Your grandmother would understand. You're in high school now. All you have to say is that you want to hangout with your friends and?" "I see them enough during the year," Michael countered, cutting his mother off. Erika smiled at her son, sure that he was lying. He had an attachment to his grandmother that was very strong. She figured that he could not bring himself to let her down. The outfit he was wearing seemed to further confirm that. The tight, graphic t-shirt with a crew neckline and very short sleeves and tight Bermuda shorts that landed well above Michael's knees had both been Christmas gifts to the boy from his grandmother. His mother and father hated them since they did not resemble anything they saw other boys Michael's age wearing. They felt that the clothing was too girlish, especially since his slight frame seemed to make him almost appear to be a girl in them given his long hair. It was only his lack of curves and makeup that let people realize that he was a boy when he wore the outfits his grandmother bought for him. "Those clothes make him look like a sissy," his father had remarked to his wife before they left that morning. It was his usual take on the clothing Roberta McDonald had bought for her grandson over the years and one that his wife never disagreed with. Michael knew that his parents hated the clothing. He hated them a little too, wishing they could be more overtly femme. He smiled at the response his parents had for the outfit though. He loved wearing it around his grandmother. She gushed about his appearance in it, knowing that it was their little joke around his parents. Soon enough though, Michael knew that he would be leaving the clothing behind for the summer. He had spent at least one month at his grandmother's home each summer since he was six. It gave his parents some alone time, but it also gave him the chance to be near the beach for the summer, since his semi-retired grandmother lived within walking distance of the Ocean. Michael's parents thought that it was the perfect place for him to spend idyllic summer days with his doting grandmother. They figured that it gave the woman some company too as she had been on her own since her husband's death when Michael was three. There was a feeling of almost instant liberation for Michael when he was left at his grandmother's home for the first time. While his mother frequently shadowed him, his grandmother let him roam around the house by himself. It was then that he made his way up into her attic and first found the treasure trove of his mother's childhood clothing that his grandmother could never muster the heart to dispose of. Michael's heart raced as he looked over the clothing. At first, it was unlike what his classmates wore, however, as the years went on, the 1980's era clothing began to resemble what his female peers were wearing more and more. While the maxim that everything old was new again was lost on Michael, he spent a good part of his school year fantasizing about putting on a pair of leggings and dresses like the girls at school did, and he did each summer. The first few times Michael snuck into her attic, he got away with it. He tried on everything that fit him, as well as the clothes that were too big for him. The smile never left his face when he was en femme. It was even there when his grandmother stumbled upon Michael's admiration of himself as he looked down at his brightly colored, drop waist dress, laddered pink tights and black flats. Roberta hesitated before she cleared her throat. The sound made Michael's face lose all expression. He stared at her, afraid of what she would say. Even at six, he knew that what he was doing was wrong. Roberta sensed his fear, his humiliation. It was inescapable. She wondered if it was wrong to patronize the boy, but she forced a smile to her face as she said, "Come along, dear. It's time for dinner." Michael was confused by how his grandmother acted as if nothing was wrong. He hoped that she would not say anything, so he followed her down the steps before they ended up in the kitchen. As the old woman served him dinner, she grinned while she said, "You know I could help you with your hair if you like." The request startled Michael, prompting him to clutch at his shaggy hair. His grandmother smiled at his response before she went and retrieved two hair clips from her bathroom and put up his hair. "There, that's much prettier," she said as she finished. Michael wondered if she was making fun of him, but the kindness in her eyes made it clear to him that she was not going to turn her discovery into a negative experience for him. Michael was relieved by that realization. He then hurried to eat his dinner before he scurried off to the bathroom to check his appearance. The sight of his hair pulled up made him grin as he thought that he looked every bit the girl he always wanted to be. His grandmother slowly approached the bathroom. She peered inside and caught his grin in the mirror before she asked, after a brief hesitation, if he wanted her to do his makeup. Michael was embarrassed by the question, but was eager to agree to let her do it. The results made his heart race as much as the first time he put on his mother's old clothes. The reflection in the mirror struck him as unambiguously a girl. He wanted to live in a world where she was real, but he was willing settle for looking like her at that moment. From that morning on, Michael found ways to end up en femme. His grandmother tried to gently push him away from it through activities at first, but by the middle of his stay, Michael had given way to his alter ego, Michelle, entirely. As his grandmother accepted Michael for what he was, she began reliving her own activities with her daughter through him. She grew to love it and was sorry to see the boy go at the end of the summer. While his grandmother wondered what would happen when he returned the next summer, Michael harbored no doubts. It was not long after his parents pulled away that he scurried up to the attic. His grandmother followed him up the steps and helped him carry down his mother's old clothes before they made up the guest bedroom for "Michelle." Michael grinned the first time that she referred to him as her granddaughter as she gave him a hug while he stood dressed in a sweater skimp dress that she felt was more inappropriate for the weather than for her grandchild in general. It was that summer that he met Heidi. Heidi moved into his grandmother's neighborhood the fall before. It was not long after Michelle emerged at the home that Heidi caught sight of a young girl through a window. That glimpse prompted a knock on Roberta's door. The old woman smiled at the young girl, trying to deny what Heidi had saw before Michael emerged and greeted the girl, feeling confident in himself. With an anxious look, she let Michael go out and play with Heidi. When they returned as if nothing was wrong, his grandmother breathed a sigh of relief and wondered if the whole world saw Michael for only what he wanted to be. That thought prompted Michael's first trip into public as a young girl. It was a shopping trip to the local supermarket where they bought groceries. Michael spent the whole trip being gushed over by women who talked about the pretty dress he was wearing. Michael loved the lavender and white, horizontally striped circle dress. His grandmother was sure that he liked it even more than his slightly tomboyish mother did when she was forced to wear it. The illusion cracked during a game of dress up in the home, however. It was then that Heidi realized that Michael was not the girl he claimed to be. After some giggling, she threw her arms around Michael and embraced him. Michael felt relieved especially as Heidi seemed to think that there was nothing wrong with someone wanting to be a pretty girl rather than a boy. From that point on, Michael's summer trips were set. The minute he stepped into his grandmother's house, he became Michelle. He embraced it and loved every second he spent with his grandmother and his best friend whom he was far closer with than any of his male friends from school. After his mother confirmed the trip this year, he scurried up to his room. Michael closed the door, ran towards the bed and squealed into his pillow, not wanting his mother to hear his girlish enthusiasm. He kicked his feet in the air as he continued to squeal into the pillow, unable to contain himself. The days that followed before his mother took him to his grandmother's house seemed to drag even more than they usually did. The minute he reached her door, however, the wait seemed to be more than worth it. His mother came in and had lunch with them. Michael did his best to pretend everything was normal before his mother sent him off to put away his clothing while she talked with her mother. Once Michael left the room, Erika looked at her mother and said, "I'm getting concerned about Michael." "Why? He's such a sweet boy," Roberta responded to her daughter while she patted her hands. "That's just it. He's going into tenth grade. He shouldn't be a sweet little boy, he should be a young man," Erika replied in hushed, alarmed tones. Roberta grinned before she said, "Perhaps he's a late bloomer." "You think?" Erika asked. "Honey, I've been a doctor for fifty years. I've seen boys start sprouting up in tenth grade all the time." "So, you think this might be the year?" Roberta nodded. Erika exhaled deeply before she said, "Good, because I was getting worried, and so is Harris." Roberta nodded again before Erika added, "Harris's just so big. It would be strange if Michael was such a short, little guy. I mean Dad was big too?I just worry that something's stunted his growth." "He'll get there," Roberta replied to reassure her daughter, unsure if she was speaking the truth anymore. Michael came back into the room and sat back down, ending his mother's candid conversation with Roberta. Erika helped the two of them cleanup in the kitchen before she said that she had to get back on the road. Michael and Roberta kissed his mother goodbye. They watched together while she pulled out of the driveway. Michael's eyes followed the car until he saw that it was out of sight. Once it was, a smile came to his face as he turned towards his grandmother. She grinned back at the boy as she said, "Come along, Michelle. Let's get you into something more appropriate for a pretty young lady." "Yes, Grandma," Michael squealed while he rushed up the stairs. His grandmother sauntered up the staircase behind him while Michael hurried into the bedroom she made up for him. Michael pushed through the door and stared at the suitcase he had pushed under the bed for a second, glad that all outward traces of his masculinity would be stashed away there soon enough. Michael opened the doors to the closet and grinned at his choices. The vast array of hand me downs his mother had unknowingly left her only son filled his widening eyes. Roberta smiled as she saw her excited grandchild looking into the closet they way he once looked at Christmas presents. Michael could not hide his eagerness when he turned to his grandmother and asked, "What should I wear?" Roberta stared back at him for a second as her eyes darted to the closet before she said, "I'll let you decide." Michael nodded while he clasped his hands together in front of him and turned towards the closet. He scoured the familiar looking clothing before he reached for a short sleeved, dress with a gathered pink skirt and white, flower patterned top with a scoop neckline. Roberta laughed as she said, "Is that your choice?" "Yes, why?" Michael asked, wondering why his grandmother was amused by his selection. "You are your mother's daughter." "Huh?" "That was her favorite dress when she was your age." "Really?" Michael asked, delighted to hear his grandmother's words. Roberta nodded before she said, "Yes, she started to get a little more girly around your age, when she started noticing boys." "Ew?sick," Michael replied. "I didn't say you would too." "I know, Grandma," Michael replied. "Now, what are you going to pair it with?" His grandmother asked as she looked down at him. Michael placed the dress down before he looked at his mother's old shoes, wondering if they still fit him. He reached for a pair of black flats. "Good choice," his grandmother replied to reassure him. Michael stuck his foot into the shoe, but it seemed to be just too snug. Michael sighed, knowing that his foot had grown slightly since the year before. He removed his foot from the shoe before his grandmother remarked, "I'm sorry to tell you that was her last shoe size before she reached her adult size." Michael nodded, realizing that any larger shoes of his mother's were hundreds of miles away at his parent's house. Roberta moved towards her grandson and hugged him before she said, "I wasn't sure what your size was so I got you something that should cover all the bases." "What?" Michael asked before his grandmother stepped out of the bedroom and walked to her room. She returned a few seconds later with a pair of baby blue flip-flops and handed them to Michael. Michael thanked his grandmother before he stepped into them and said, "They're so cute." "In a dress-down sort of way," his grandmother replied, never fond of seeing flip-flops on the feet of someone who was not on their way to the beach. Michael shrugged off the comment before she added, "If you're going to wear them, you're going to need to paint your toenails." Michael's head darted upwards from his feet so he could meet his grandmother's eyes. His look conveyed to her his eager agreement with her suggestion. "Now, what color do you think we should go with?" Michael shrugged, wondering what choices he had before his grandmother reached into the dresser in the room and removed a bag of cosmetics. Michael's eyes widened as he stared at the vast array of items his grandmother had clearly purchased for him since she would never wear more than half of the cosmetics in the bag. Roberta hugged Michael closely as she removed the three different bottles of nail polish she purchased for him. Michael looked over the choices she had provided him with, taking each bottle in hand. He put them down before he selected a light blue color, feeling that it would go best with his flip-flops. Roberta nodded at his selection before she asked him, "Is there anything else you want to put on?" Michael wasted no time in nodding his head as he removed the eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow and lip-gloss from the bag. Roberta smiled at his enthusiasm while she told him to follow her into the bathroom. Michael walked in behind her before she asked, "Do you remember how to put any of it on?" "Sort of," Michael admitted. While he often went through the exercises in his head that had been drilled into him the summer before, he feared his motor skills would be rusty. Michael took out the eyeliner first. He slowly brought the pencil to his right eye before he began to trace it around his eye as his grandmother silently watched over him. After he finished with his left eye, his grandmother gave him praise for his work before she handed him the eye shadow. Roberta gave her grandson a few tips as he prepared to put it on. Once he finished, she put away the eye shadow and gave him the mascara to apply. "Back and forth, and sweep upward when you move the wand up your lashes," she reminded Michael. Michael nodded before the familiar feelings in his fingers and wrist came back to him as he curled his lashes with the applicator. Once he finished, Michael grinned at how his eyes looked in the mirror before he took hold of his lip-gloss. Michael coated his lips with the applicator. He smacked his lips together while he placed it away. Roberta smiled at the way Michael looked transfixed as he gazed at his feminized reflection. The sound of his grandmother pulling open a drawer under the vanity broke Michael's concentration on his reflection. His eyes darted to his grandmother. He saw her removing a brush and a headband. Roberta ran the brush through his long straight hair dozens of times. Michael smiled at the feelings that it aroused in him. He loved having his hair brushed. While he often did it himself at home, he much preferred the feeling of someone else doing. Once Roberta finished, she brushed his hair away from his face and placed the white headband decorated with white daisies on him. Michael grinned at the effect that it had on his appearance before his grandmother painted his toenails. As the nail polish dried on his toenails, Roberta told Michael to go downstairs with the nail polish. "Why?" Michael inquired. "I want to do your nails at the kitchen table. It's a little easier." "My nails?" Michael wondered aloud before he looked down at his fingernails and realized what she was talking about doing to him. Michael fretted for a moment. While he had done his toenails before, he knew he could them up with socks and shoes as necessary. There was nothing he could do to cover up his fingernails. His worry gave way to a smile, however, once he realized that he could use nail polish remover if he needed to at any point. Michael walked behind Roberta down the stairs before he came to a rest in the kitchen. He put his hands on the table before Roberta handed him the bottle and had him do his fingernails for the first time under her tutelage. Michael carefully painted each nail, wishing that his parents let him keep them longer, but he knew that that was not likely to occur in the near future. As his nails dried, Roberta went to speak to Michael, but she could not bring herself to say what she wanted to say to him. She patted him on the shoulder as she got a glass of water. She tried to voice what she had planned since the last summer, but again could not find the words. She walked away from him and headed into the living room and took a deep breath. She shook her head as she sat down on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. While she knew it would be a hard discussion, she could not believe she was finding it this difficult. Michael twirled in his dress for a moment before he heard his grandmother call out for him. Michael hurried into the living room with his hands held out to the side and asked, "Yes, Grandma." "Please have a seat," Roberta replied. Michael saw the serious look in her eye and wanted to know what was wrong. He took a seat and nervously crossed his legs at his ankles as his grandmother had long taught him to do when he wore a dress or skirt. Roberta smiled at her grandchild before she said, "Your mother told me that she's concerned about your lack of growth." Michael stared in silence waiting for her to continue. Roberta then added, "Michelle, you can't hold off puberty forever. I need you to understand that you have to choose who you want to be. Do you want to be Michelle or Michael? You can't stay like this forever." Michael nodded, struggling to keep from crying. Roberta wanted to break down and walk back her words, but she knew that Michael was at a crossroads and could no longer put off the decision. She was sure that his parents would find out soon enough what he had been up to if he continued to not grow. Roberta took a deep breath before she said, "You need to either tell your parents that you want to be Michelle or you have to move on with your life as Michael." "Grandma?" Roberta shook her head at her grandchild as she cut him off by saying, "If you don't tell them, I'm not going to give you anymore shots. Once this summer's up, you're off the blockers." "But I'll?" "You'll become a man," Roberta responded, nodding her head. Tears streamed down Michael's cheeks while Roberta moved next to him. She placed her arm around him and hugged him closely. She dried his tears with her fingers before she said, "I know this is hard for you. It's a hell of decision to make, but it's yours. I'll stand by you either way." "But what will Dad say?" Roberta cringed at the thought. She knew that her son-in-law was upset enough about the clothes she sent him, as well as Michael's hair and short and slight stature. He never measured up to the man that her son- in-law thought that his only child should become. "It won't be easy for any of us," Roberta replied, sure that the fact that she had been injecting Michael with puberty blockers every three months for years would come to her daughter's attention. Michael nodded before Roberta added, "But if you decide to stay as Michelle, I'm sure you'll do fine. You'll be strong. We McDonald' women always were strong." Michael nodded while he wiped his nose with his hand before Roberta handed him a tissue. She looked down at him and said, "I wasn't the first woman in med-school. Not by a long shot, but there were guys I encountered most of my life who thought that I was out of place. I never let them push me around though. I got that from my mother and father." "But they supported you!" "That's true, but you'll never know how your father and mother will react unless you tell them what you want to do." "But what if they say no?" Roberta shrugged as she said, "Then, there's nothing you can do about until your 17." "But what then?" "You can move out." "Where will I go?" "As long as I'm alive, you'll always have a home with me," Roberta replied, trying to comfort her grandchild. Michael grinned at his grandmother, feeling reassured by her promise. Michael smiled at her as he thanked her. Roberta hugged the boy again before he said, "At least, I can get one last summer." Roberta nodded before she steeled herself. She knew that she had to push her grandchild further to ensure that he was making an informed decision. Roberta looked at Michael and said, "Michelle, I'll give you one last summer as my granddaughter, but, there's not going to be any break." Michael gave her an inquisitive look before Roberta continued, "There's no Michael time for the rest of the summer. You're Michelle from the moment you wakeup to the minute you fall asleep. I'm going to treat you like a girl all the time." "Sounds like hell," Michael replied with a laugh. "It might be if you realize that this isn't a game. What you're doing to yourself will be permanent. You've been a guy. You've pretended to be a girl. I want to see if you can really be a girl with no regrets." "What's there to regret?" Michael asked as he got up. "There's no do overs in life. You don't get another chance. This isn't one of your video games. This is your life, and it?s a choice that will follow you for the rest of your life," Roberta replied in as stern a tone as she had ever used for her grandchild. Michael was struck by her tone. He realized how serious his grandmother was as he nodded his head and replied, "I understand, Grandma." "Michelle, if you go through with?the change, you?re going to be reducing your lifespan to a degree and increasing your chances of getting certain types of illnesses." Michael nodded, feeling a little fearful as the consequences of pursuing the life he wanted were described to him. He shook his head before he asked, "Why can't I just stay a girly boy?" Roberta smiled at his words before she replied, "Because you can't stay on the medication forever." "Won't the chance pass at some point?" "Do you really want that?" Michael shrugged. Roberta shook her head as she replied, "That's not good enough, Michelle. You're talking about being a good six inches to ten inches shorter than you're supposed to be. You're 5'6," is that really the height you want to be as a man." "I don't want to be a man!" The forcefulness of his reply struck Roberta as she realized he was adamant about it. She exhaled deeply and said, "But you don't want to be a woman?" "I don't know," Michael replied sheepishly, wishing that he could keep passing between the genders forever. Roberta nodded her head as she said, "Okay, it's time for you to find out if you really want it." Michael nodded in response before Roberta got up and grabbed her purse. She looked down at Michael and said, "Go grab a bag from your closet. We're going clothes shopping." "Like this?" Michael replied as he looked down at his dress and painted nails. "Yes," Roberta answered before she added, "I told you, there's no more hiding, Michelle. Do you want to go or do you want to go or does Michael want to go?" Michael stood up straight as he replied with all the confidence he could muster, "I'll grab my purse." "Okay then," Roberta answered while Michael went up the stairs. He retrieved a beige bag from his closet and put his makeup in it. He then headed back down the steps and met his grandmother by the front door. Roberta smiled at Michael as she asked, "Are you ready to go?" "I was born ready," Michael answered. Roberta laughed at his confidence before she unzipped her pocketbook and removed a silver necklace with a heart shaped locket. "Lift up your hair," she ordered. Michael responded with haste before his grandmother placed the necklace around his neck and locked it in place. As she moved her hands away from the back of his neck, she said, "Now, you're ready." Michael clutched at the necklace before his grandmother led him out the door. They went to her car before she took him to the local mall that was located a little more than fifteen miles away from her home. They walked into the mall as Michael looked around at the sea of faces that paid him no attention. Roberta pointed Michael towards a store and said, "That's the one I want you to go to." Michael was a little disappointed to enter the staid department store since there were several stores he could see that catered to the looks of young girls. Still, the prospect of having girl's clothing that he actually had a hand in picking was enough of an inducement for him to keep his complaints to himself. Roberta led him to the juniors' department and started shopping with him. Michael looked through the various racks of clothes before he selected a few outfits to try on. As he continued looking, a salesclerk approached and asked, "Are you ladies finding everything okay?" "Yes," Roberta replied for them as Michael smiled at the salesclerk, feeling the normal confidence he felt in his appearance when he stepped out en femme to play with Heidi over the years. "That outfit's so cute," the clerk noted as she looked Michael over. "It's retro chic," Roberta responded with a smirk. "It looks so authentically 80's." 'You have no idea', Roberta thought. "Are you going to try those on, dear?" The salesclerk then inquired. Michael nodded before the clerk pointed him to the dressing room and said, "If you need any help, let me know." "Will do," Michael replied. The salesclerk expression changed as she looked at Michael. Michael started to fret that his voice had destroyed the image of femininity that he felt enveloped him en femme. Michael worried if his slightly raspy tone had transformed him from a largely invisible girl to a fully visible cross-dresser to those around him. Michael's eyes searched the faces of the others in earshot. He was relieved to see that none of them gave him a second glance before he whispered to his grandmother that he was going to try on the outfits. Roberta nodded before she followed him to the dressing room. As Michael began to try on the first outfit, the salesclerk approached Roberta and said, "She's such a cute girl." "Thanks," Roberta replied with a smile. "What is she, 12 or 13? She's pretty tall for her age." Roberta grinned, knowing that her grandson's lack of curves had caused the clerk to take two to three years off his actual age. She replied, "All the girls on her father's side are quite tall." "I bet she's going to be a little heartbreaker." "Oh, don't I know it," Roberta replied, her grin leaving her since she knew how her daughter and son-in-law would react if they learned that their only child wanted to be girl. "I was surprised by her voice." "It's a little rough. I know. I tell her that she might be the next Kim Carnes." "I would have thought she was going to be all squeaky." Roberta laughed before she said, "She's a deceptive little package." The clerk grinned and nodded before Michael emerged from the dressing room in the black and white, horizontally striped skater dress. Roberta smiled and said, "That looks so pretty on you." "She's a pretty girl," the clerk noted before she also praised how the a-line silhouette worked for his lithe frame. Roberta nodded at her words while Michael dipped his shoulders from side to side, enjoying the compliments. He scurried back into the dressing room, hearing the sounds of his flip-flops swiftly slapping his feet. He pulled off the dress before he started to change into a black, short sleeved, ruffled blouson top and a mint green colored, pleated, A-line miniskirt that had a single sheer panel running across the hem. Michael exited the dressing stall to find his grandmother waiting inside the dressing room to look him over in front of the mirrors at the center of the dressing room. Michael modeled the outfit for her, strutting up to the mirrors. Michael did a little spin so Roberta could see it from all angles before he tried on the remainder of the outfits. After culling the selections for two outfits to buy, Michael and Roberta left the remainder of the outfits in the dressing room before the salesclerk rang up their selections. After Roberta paid for the clothing, she led him to the makeup department that was by the door to the mall. Michael wondered why they were stopping there since his grandmother had just bought him makeup. Roberta pointed out the makeup bags before she told him to pick one for himself. Michael grinned at the opportunity. He sorted through the bags before he selected one for his grandmother to pay for. Roberta looked through the pink bag with the words 'C'est La Vie' written across it in gold metallic foil. She agreed it would do before she paid for it. As they walked out of the store with their bags in hand, Roberta looked to Michael and said, "I've got to hit the lady's room. How about you?" Michael nodded before he followed her to the restrooms. He felt a slightly perverted as he walked into the ladies' room for the first time, arousing no suspicion. Roberta whispered into his ear, "Remember, ladies sit." Michael nodded again, needing no reminder of such things. He went into an open stall. He hung his bags on a hook on the back of the door before he sat down and relieved himself. Once he finished, Michael collected his bags and washed his hands. Roberta joined him a few seconds later and looked him over. "What's wrong?" Michael asked. "I was just checking your makeup," Roberta replied. "Is there anything wrong?" "Touch up your lip gloss," Roberta ordered. Michael removed it from his bag and added another coat to his lips before they walked back into the mall's common area. "Come along, Michelle," Roberta said as Michael moved his makeup from the bag his grandmother had given him to his new makeup bag. "Where are we going?" Michael asked. Roberta paused before she pointed at the shoe store. Michael's eyes widened before a grin came to his face. Roberta responded with a smile of her own before she said, "It's time that you learn how to walk in heels." "Heels," Michael squealed, thinking that this day might be the best of his life. "Settle down, baby. A girl your age is getting used to them by now." Michael beamed as he walked into the store beside his grandmother. He thought about the shoes that he saw a few of his classmates wear from time to time. He was jealous of them and whished he would have the opportunity to wear a pair one day. Michael looked around at the various styles before he picked up a pair of four inch high, stiletto heeled, peep-toed pumps. "These are so pretty," Michael gushed as he held up the faux python skin pumps that had a bright high-shine, metallic glitter coloring. "They are," Roberta retorted as she took the sling back pumps from Michael's hand before she placed them back. "What are you doing?" "You're not ready for these yet." "Why not?" "You've got to crawl before you walk," Heidi replied as she hand him a pair of two inch high, chunky heeled, black, patent leather shoes. Michael gave them a disappointed look, prompting Roberta to reply, "They're cute." "They are," Michael admitted before he asked, "Can I only get one pair?" Roberta shook her head before she replied, "What kind of grandmother would I be if I didn't spoil you a little. Go pick out another pair for yourself." Michael jumped a little before he began scouring the shoes. As Michael reached for another four inch heeled pair, Roberta added, "Three inches or lower. You're not going clubbing." Michael laughed in response to his grandmother's chiding before he put the shoes down. He settled on a three inch heeled pair and showed his grandmother. Roberta nodded to herself as she examined the heel of the shoe. She shrugged as she replied, "These would represent the next step in your training, so I'm onboard with these." "Thanks, Grandma," Michael replied as he hugged her. "Your welcome?," Roberta began to reply before she heard her phone ringing. She retrieved it from her pocketbook while Michael continued admiring the shoe in his hand. "Hello, Erika," Roberta answered her daughter. "Mom, I almost forgot. He's got his first day of football practice the day after he comes back?" "Football? My lord, you're still making him play that?" Roberta replied, cutting her daughter off. "It's his choice, Mom," Erika retorted. "Sure it is," Roberta responded, shaking her head. "Mom, we've been over this," Erika rejoined. Roberta shook her head knowing she was right. She had objected to Michael playing football from the moment she found out that Harris had signed him up for it. Her daughter had come over to her side once Michael had gone from one of the tallest boys to one of the shortest in his grade. He never added mass like the other boys that continued to play either. It was only his father's friendship with the Junior Varsity football coach that got him on the team. They went back to their days playing high school football together when Coach Cowell was the running back and Harris was the quarterback. It was Coach Cowell who discovered that Michael was an excellent punter who was able to get great extension with his leg. Roberta shook her head before she replied, "I'm just saying. He's too small to play. It's so dangerous. You're going to get the poor dear killed." "Mom, he was the best punter in the division last year. They wanted to bring him up to varsity as a freshman." "Oh, God, no," Roberta shrieked, drawing attention to herself. She stared down at the skirted, waif of a grandchild that she adored. She fretted about his safety while she thought about one of the large boys on the field tackling him. 'They're going to kill him', she thought, shaking her head. "Mom, can you just get him a pair of cleats. I'll pay you back?" "That's all right. I'll get them." "Thank you, Mom." "Don't worry, honey, I'll be sending him home with the best spikes he's ever owned," she replied with a grin before she said goodbye to her daughter. "I have to get cleats?" Michael asked, not bothering to ask quietly since he knew he could play them off as a soccer cleats if asked. Roberta nodded before she said, "I can't believe they still have you playing. They see the news." "Dad really wants me to play." "And, apparently, you're pretty good." "I think it's all that training Heidi gave me," Michael said with a wink before he continued, "What would Dad say if he knew why I was so good?" Roberta laughed as she thought about the ballet, tap, jazz, cheerleading and gymnastics lessons that Heidi loved to drill Michael on. She learned them at her classes and loved to impart her wisdom on her friend who was just as eager to learn. Roberta shook her head as she thought about what her son-in-law had said when Michael had tried to take hip-hop dance lessons. He wanted to take other dance classes, but Michael kept that to himself, sure that hip-hop was the only dance class his parents would not dismiss offhand. His mother was not entirely opposed, but Harris was certain that dancing would turn his son gay. Roberta almost found Michael's way around his father's prohibition of dancing lessons amusing. As Roberta put away her phone, a salesclerk came over and asked, "Do you two need help finding anything?" Roberta nodded as she held up the shoe that Michael had given her, as well as the shoe she had picked out, while she answered, "My granddaughter would like to try these on." "Oh, what's your size, dear," the clerk asked. Michael shrugged before Roberta replied for him, "She's recently grown a bit. We're not quite sure exactly what size she is, now." The clerk nodded before she said, "I can measure your foot." "Thanks," Roberta replied. The salesgirl had Michael sit down before she said, "Do you have a pair of socks with you?" Michael shook his head before the salesclerk said, "Wait here." "Where does she think I'm going to go?" Michael whispered to Roberta while the clerk walked away. "Shush," Roberta replied, rolling her eyes with a smirk. The clerk returned with a pair of nude, disposable nylon socks. Michael worked his feet into them, feeling more girlish due to the cheap nylon fabric covering his feet. The salesclerk took his shoe measurements before she went into the backroom to retrieve the shoes for him. The salesclerk returned with two shoeboxes before she knelled down in front of Michael with the selections. She asked which pair Michael wanted to try on first. Michael went with his selection before the woman helped him put them on with a few tugs before they slipped onto his feet. She grinned as she looked at him and said, "Marilyn Monroe said, 'Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.'" Roberta stared vacantly at the woman while she thought, 'Not a role model', before the salesclerk encouraged Michael to stand. Michael struggled to get to his feet, using the arms of the chair to help himself stand up. His feet felt awkward beneath him. Michael's eyes widened as he felt the squeezing and squishing of his feet in the shoes. Roberta grinned at her grandson and said, "Welcome to womanhood, Michelle." The salesclerk laughed before she told Michael, "It gets better, dear." Michael nodded as he stared around, surprised by how tall he felt in the heels. He was almost the same height of many of the other boys at his school in them. Michael's body started to shift as he stood still, compensating for all his weight being focused on the balls of his feet. "Take a step," the salesclerk encouraged Michael. Michael took a deep breath before he stepped forward, unable to do anything but look down at his feet. He took his first step and wobbled, but he did not fall over. Michael took that as a moral victory given his off balanced feeling. "Take a few steps," his grandmother then directed him, before adding, "And don't look at your feet." Michael nodded before he felt his knees lock beneath him. His lower back curved with his next step as his pelvis thrust forward. He struggled to keep himself up right as he took four steps. "That's good enough for now," Roberta said before she helped him back to the chair to try on the pair that she had chosen. Michael got to his feet with some difficulty again. He felt that the shoes were easier to walk in, even if he still found them far more difficult than the sneakers he was used to wearing. Michael felt relieved when he took them off and put on his flip-flops again. The salesclerk put the shoes back in the box and asked, "Are you going to take them?" Roberta nodded on behalf of her grandson before the woman handed the shoeboxes to Michael. Michael carried the two boxes to the cashier. The cashier rung the purchases up and handed the bag to his grandmother. Roberta passed the bag along to Michael before she led him out to the car. They put the bags in the backseat before they went back to Roberta's home. After pulling into the driveway, Roberta and Michael got out of the car. They carried their bags inside. As Michael situated himself in the living room, Roberta called out, "Michelle, go put your heels on." "Now?" Michael countered. "I told you. You're learning to be a girl, whether you like it or not!" Michael felt a surge of delight mixed with despair inside of him as he reached into the bag and removed the two-inch heeled pair of black heels. While Michael was placing his feet into the pumps, he heard a knock upon the door. He peered towards the door and saw a figure standing before it. He struggled to get to his feet before his grandmother admonished him to stay on the couch. Michael nodded while she made her way to the door. "Heidi, how are you?" Roberta replied as she smiled at her young neighbor. "Great, Mrs. McDonald. Is Michelle here?" "How did you know?" "I saw her walking in with you," Heidi replied. "Observant girl. Come on in," Roberta responded. Michael's heart fluttered as he saw Heidi walking towards him. He jumped to his feet, but quickly fell backwards. Heidi laughed at him and asked, "Why are you spazzing out?" "It's the heels," Roberta answered for her grandson. "Heels?" Heidi squealed. "Yes, she's making the transition." "Really?" Heidi replied with wide eyes. "Not that transition," Michael countered. "At least, not yet," Roberta noted. Michael nodded, almost embarrassed to admit to Heidi that it was under consideration, even though she had only known him as a girl. Heidi grinned as she walked over to him and bent down to hug him. She stepped away from him for a second as she looked at the shoes and said, "You haven't figured out how to stand up yet?" "It's her first time," Roberta replied for him again. Michael nodded before Heidi said, "So, what are you doing?" "I'm training her." "Training? That's so cute. Can I help?" Heidi replied. "Sure," Roberta shrugged before Heidi said, "I'll be right back." As Heidi left the house to retrieve a pair of heels, Michael turned to his grandmother and asked, "Did you really have to let her in on this?" "She's your friend." "This is humiliating." "She's just trying to help you," Roberta lectured her grandson. Michael pouted before Heidi came back over wearing a pair of heels. Michael's eyes examined her ivory white, platform heels with a cut-caged design before he gave them a compliment. "Thanks," Heidi replied before she complimented his outfit. "So, you want to get to it," Heidi then added. Michael nodded before Heidi helped him to his feet. Heidi grinned as she said, "It's all about getting your body to move right. You want to walk heel to toe." "Why?" "It transfer the impact of the weight of your body to your legs and not the ball of your foot," Roberta interjected. "I didn't know that," Heidi admitted. "Science," Roberta replied, throwing up her hands. Heidi then took a few steps in heels and said, "Are you watching?" "I'm watching," Michael replied. "Good, so you see, heel to toe." "Got it, heel to toe," Michael responded, taking a step. Heidi nodded before she said, "Relax your hips and knees." "What?" "You look like the tin man," Roberta interjected. "Exactly you want more grace." "Fluid, control and poise with each step," Roberta added, prompting Heidi to nod in agreement. "Okay," Michael replied trying to implement their various suggestions. Michael stared at his feet, trying to relax his body as he took another step. Michael stumbled as he took the step. Heidi shook her head as she replied, "Arch your foot when you feel like your slipping." Michael nodded as he took another step, arching his foot in the process. Michael felt the increased pressure on the inside of his shoe as he securely landed his foot on the floor. Heidi and Roberta gave each other approving nods before Roberta said, "Next lesson. Don't step like a man." Michael gave her an inquisitive look before Heidi demonstrated, "When you step like a man, you take a big stride. That's not going to work in heels. They cut you down. You have to take more steps than usual in heels. So, when you walk, you also want to walk slowly." "Saunter in like you own the place," Roberta interjected. "Exactly, be confident," Heidi said. Michael nodded as he took smaller steps, while slowly walking across the floor. "Straighten up," Roberta barked at her grandchild. Michael froze before Heidi walked towards him and pushed his chin back until his neck was straight. Heidi smiled as she said, "Try to lean back a little when you walk. It'll help you counteract your urge to lean forward." "Okay," Michael said before Heidi added, "And stop looking at your shoes." "They're still going to be there," Roberta counseled. "But it's hard?" "Did you look at your flip-flops when you wearing them?" Roberta inquired, cutting Michael off. "That's different." "No, it's not," Heidi replied, before adding, "It makes you look awkward. Try to picture a straight line in front of you and look at that instead." "That's an old grace tactic," Roberta added, enjoying the fact that Heidi's mother had passed down the knowledge to her unlike some other mothers she he had known. Michael followed her instructions and found that it was much easier to walk in heels when he slowed down and tried to walk a straight line. After a few passes, Roberta said, "That's enough for one evening." "Thank God," Michael exclaimed as he sat down and removed his shoes to the laughter of Roberta and Heidi. "Don't I make it look easy?" Heidi replied as she struck a pose before she sat down and removed her shoes as well. Roberta looked at Michael and said, "So, is it what you expected?" Michael shook his head before Roberta added, "It's not easy being a girl." "No one said it was, but it's better than being a boy," Heidi retorted. "Michelle has to make her choice if this is the life she wants," Roberta reminded her young neighbor. "Does she really have a choice?" "Of course, she could be a girl or she could be a guy." "I just can't see Michelle as a guy," Heidi responded with a grin. Roberta laughed before she produced a photograph of her grandson from a football game. "You play football?" Heidi shouted at Michael, incredulous about the possibility. Roberta laughed at her grandson's cringing at his friend's loud, high- pitched words. Michael nodded before he admitted, "My dad makes me play." "Is this like Bella and the Bulldogs?" "No," Michael replied, wincing at the comparison of his life to a kids' television show. Roberta then interjected, "But he's the best high stepper?" "Punter. I'm a punter," Michael corrected his grandmother in a curt tone. "In his school's division," Roberta continued. Heidi shook her head before she asked, "Does your school have a kickline team?" Michael nodded before Heidi added, "You probably could make the team." Michael shook his head. If he was going to come out, the last thing he wanted to do was to make it even worse by joining an all girls' dance team at school. "Can we please talk about something else?" Michael asked. "Michelle, if you're girl, you could go out for a girls team," Roberta noted. "I'd bet you'd be a good field hockey player," Heidi added. "I wouldn't feel right?" "Michelle, there's a lot that might not feel right to you," Roberta advised. Heidi nodded along before adding, "Besides there were some huge guys playing on the state champion field hockey team last year. I went up against this guy who was, like, 6'3"." "That doesn't seem fair," Roberta noted. "It's totally not." "Father's let their sons run around in field hockey skirts?" Roberta asked for clarification. "Yah, it's totes crazy." "It's bizarre." "Grandma, you let me walk around in a skirt," Michael reminded the woman. "That's different," Heidi replied for his grandmother. "It's true you actually want to look like a girl," Roberta added. "It kind of feels weird to think about doing everything that comes along with it though." "Yah, you've been living as a boy for so long that it might be a little awkward for you to deal with being a girl." "I guess," Michael replied to his friend. "There's just so much that goes into it," Roberta said. "The hours on the hair and makeup..." "Having to sit to pee," Roberta added, prompting Michael to wonder, 'Is that all you think about?' "Bitchy girls talking behind your back," Heidi noted. "Back pain from your breasts weighing you down..." "That happens?" Heidi asked with some alarm. "When you get older," Roberta counseled her grandson and his friend. Heidi shook her head while Michael looked at both of them in amazement. "And don't get me started on guys," Roberta replied. "Oh, I know. Boys, boys, boys?What will that be like for you?" Heidi asked. "What do you mean?" "The first time a boy hits on you? How are you going to react?" "That's not going to happen." "I get hit on all the time." "That's because you're hot." Heidi grinned at his statement before she replied, "Well, so are you!" "Guys don't come up to me?" "Because you're dressed like a guy?" "No, even today?" "Because you were with your grandmother," Roberta interjected. Michael shook his head, petrified of being hit on by guys. He had never been attracted to one and wondered if being a woman meant that he had to be a straight woman. Roberta smiled at Michael's concerned look before she asked, "Do you want to stay for dinner, Heidi?" "What are you cooking?" Roberta told her what she had planned before Heidi agreed to stay. Michael and Heidi joined Roberta in the kitchen and helped her prepare dinner as they had numerous summer evenings before. The three sat down and ate before they cleared the table. Once they finished cleaning up, Michael and Heidi scurried up to his bedroom. Michael turned on the television in the room before Heidi put on a show she liked. They lied down together on the bed before Heidi clutched Michael's hand and asked, "So, what are you really going to do?" "I don't know," Michael replied. "Are you going to stay on the medication?" "My Grandma's not going to let me, if I don't decided to?you know?" "You have to make the choice?" Michael nodded slowly before Heidi turned and placed a kiss on his lips. Michael was confused by it. It was the first kiss he had ever had from a girl. Heidi grinned as she asked, "Did you enjoy that?" "I think so," Michael answered after struggling to find the words to respond to her. "Well, something else to consider then," Heidi replied with a wink.