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Josie: Power of a promise. A sweet coming of age tale of a teenage boy coming to terms with his identity and the struggle to become what he knows she should be. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Asked my aunt August before going out of the car. "Last chance kid, after this, there's no turning back" "I have never been surer of anything in my whole life" I replied. Today I looked fab, I was wearing a pleated denim miniskirt with rhinestones that draw a little flower in it, black leggings under it, a black satin form fitting blouse with little cute cap sleeves, a purple bolero that covered my arms completely and almost nothing of my back (to accentuate my restrained waist) and black patent ballerina flats, a completely normal outfit for all the girls my age (it was the latest fashion this fall of 2005). My shoulder length hair was pulled in a high ponytail with a purple ribbon and some barrettes to hold it still, small dangling earrings and a hint of pink lipstick and mascara. What's with all the fuzz? you might say, well I was about to enroll in an English course of two hours a day, with about 30 other kids of my age, although I already spoke perfect English, but I'll get to that later. Why was I so nervous? Because I was a boy. I remember it like if it were yesterday, 2005 and the years before that shaped my life are clear in my memory like nothing else, I might not even remember the face of my teachers in undergrad school, but those years when I was a prepubescent boy are in my memory like nothing else. In September of 2005, my Mom was about to turn three years that had lost the struggle with Cancer. And in her last moments she had left me in the care of my father who in turn asked my Aunt August for her help because he travelled so much. In the last months of my Mother's Illness I saw her diminish into a fraction of her former self. I was 14 at that time and already understood her suffering, I helped with all the chores, did the laundry, cooked and cleaned everything. This made me a very lonely and tired boy. During that time my Mom had the chance to just be with me and get to know me in a way few parents get the chance to, and of course it was in this time that we both learned that I loved female clothing. I was an only child when I first discovered my interest and with my always travelling Father and working Mother I spent a lot of time by my own on our house, yes of course I had a sitter; but in my younger years she just sat watching TV or talking on the phone too busy in her things to acknowledge my presence, she considered herself lucky because I was always I never caused any problems. Some other times she painted her nails or made her face up and I watched her in fascination, in my inquisitive nature I asked many questions and just to keep me busy she answered truly to all of them I learnt a lot from her, once she even made my face up and I felt in heaven, but only 5 minutes after she finished and that she saw that I couldn't peel my gaze from the mirror she became frightened, "Come here" she ordered and cleaned my face right away, maybe it was the attention or the fear that I saw in her face, but I knew right away that I wanted to do it again with or without her help, in the next days I hinted that I wanted to be made up again, but she never took the bait and never again did it. Years past and I had new babysitters, my favorite was Mrs. Adriana Dominguez she was an elderly woman that was convinced that an 11 year old didn't need supervising so she just droned in front of the TV and almost ALWAYS fell asleep in front of it. That always was my cue, at first I just roamed every part of the house, or flipped through the TV shows that weren't allowed for me in the other TV set, but soon enough I started rummaging through my parent's closet and drawers, at first I was surprised only by my finding of a gun, old photos, birth control devices, sex toys and other weird things older people hide in their private places, I was very sure either my Mom and Dad didn't really know a lot of the things the other one kept. Through this explorations I opened my Mom's underwear drawer, I found it very different and unsettling with all those different fabrics and strange garments. My mom was a sexy lady and I knew that she was lonely because of Father's trips and when he was at home it was clear that they loved each other and their nights were wild, here was more than enough proof of it, but even though I was tempted I never got the courage to wear anything. When my Mom was diagnosed with pancreatic Cancer in May 2002 any hospital accepted the responsibility of her care so she stood at home and a Nurse came every day to help with her treatment and medications, but it was very expensive and the nurse was with us only 1 or 2 hours a day, so my father talked with my school and I was left at home helping my mom with chores and everything she needed. My father of course said that expenses were on the rise and he would need to work even more, so his travels intensified, he was trying to cope with her illness the best way he could and his work load was perfect for his evasion needs. It was in the beginning of July, I was washing the dishes when a sudden scream of my mother startled me, I ran to her I saw that she was in an immense wave of pain, I already knew what to give her and stood by her side until the pain receded, but because of the scream, a lot of water was poured on me and I was soaked. My Mom then suggested that I should use an apron for this chores and that there were some in the kitchen den. I accepted in a very indifferent way, but when I saw them I was quickly attracted to the frilliest one, it wasn't a real useful apron because it was made with silk or satin or another impractical cloth, it was pink of course and had bows all over it, yes I had seen it as a d?cor, but I told myself that I was ordered to put it and wore it proudly, I remember as a 14 year old that the apron was too big and felt like a very big dress, but I loved it, the feeling, the look, the color even the smell was great to me. When my Mom saw me on it she noticed how happy I looked on it, but she didn't say anything to me. All that month if my apron got dirty I washed it as best as I could, and in the meantime I would use another as feminine as possible. In one occasion my Mom was walking a little inside her room and asked me to come, she told me that I should sweep a little better, because the dust was thick and made her sneeze a lot, I thought that the sweeping was fine, but brought the broom nevertheless, and when I was sweeping she walked to my room and pointed to my bed. "Maybe you'd like to use some of these to your chores, it could be more comfortable." I saw my bed with a skeptical look because laid there was one of my Mom's black midi skirt some white cotton panties and black tights. "Don't be ashamed son, I've seen how you cling to this apron, how you wear it proudly and I know you have explored my underwear drawers, my sickness has taught me that life is too damn short and if you want to do something just do it! Come on try it on, the worst that can happen is that you realize you don't truly like it, but if you do, roll with it and have fun!" I saw my mom with disbelief, but I saw truth in her words. Yes I was intrigued so I took my first plunge into real female clothing. Almost every day of that summer I spent it with skirts, dresses, shorts or anything that my Mom had and fit me, lucky for me she was a small woman and almost all her wardrobe did. When my father got home for one or two days in a row I continued with my housework, but in my usual clothes that made me angry and annoyed, but I knew my father wouldn't accept it so I didn't push the subject and neither did my Mom. "You Know John," my mother told me one day at that time I was wearing a yellow flared miniskirt, a short sleeved blouse and of course my pink apron "If you had been a girl you would have been called Joselyn like me, do you mind if I call you Josie while dressed like that" and I realized that she had rechristened me just like that. In October my Mom passed away leaving me with a void I knew I could never fill, but I remember her last words to me as clear as crystal, the last time she was able to speak she told me, "Find your place in the world Josie, be free, don't let anything be in your way for you to be who you truly are, I love you my son or whatever you decide to be." The few next years I spent a lot of time alone and confused, but I had help, before she died my Mom had confided my secret to her sister in law August and she was keen to help me reach my potential as she had promised my Mom in her death bed. My Aunt was a unmarried and somehow difficult to bear, she never managed to maintain a relationship and confided me that she had explored her lesbian side, but was never able to keep a meaningful relationship with either a Man or a Woman, that made her a little bitter sometimes, but she had a great heart and when she came to live with me she became a fountain of attention. So that's why I'm here, after three long years of doubting and secrecy I found the "balls" to try being a girl, we decided that this English School was perfect, it was upper class and fit for the wealthy, spoiled kids of Mexico City, but it's management system was crap. They asked only for a pen filled form and payment to start courses, they of course asked for legal papers, but not at the beginning and while the tuition was paid they were very lazy to collect ids and formal documents, of course everything was possible while money kept flowing and now after my Mom's passing with the lack of medical expenses we were wealthy again. The plan was to help me establish a female persona a few months before the school asked for my identity papers, the moment that happened I would flee, but it would give me the experience and explore my feelings, Did I really wanted to be a girl full time? Of course this wasn't my first time out, for almost a year I spent all my free time in female clothing and I had spent some time outside, of course always with my Aunt. My morning school allowed me to have a longish hair and pierced ears, it was a very liberal school with an artistic thinking even with the open-minded ideas of the faculty my looks had lots of times got me into trouble in the past years I had been subject of lots of bullying, but being girlish didn't mean I'm a wuss so after I started changing my appearance I got into fights once or twice a week and I found myself adept to it, I couldn't believe how I loved looking like a girl and also how I enjoyed fighting. Let me get this straight I was bullied at school, but after three years of rough ins I recently started being accepted also I had good grades and we all became good friends sometimes the guys need some bruises and black eyes to accept the others, but nevertheless I felt incomplete, I really wanted to feel as a regular girl and experience all that comes from being female and I knew even my Artsy School wasn't ready for that, even I wasn't ready for that I needed a plan to explore my female side a little by little. So that first day I was crammed inside a very small classroom with lots of kids and sat in a random desk, they weren't assigned so I just picked one up, in the back of course like I was used to in my morning classes. Immediately I saw my mistake, there were no girls sitting in the back and all the guys looked like delinquents. When I realized it the room was already packed and I couldn't change my place so I sat as demure as I could and would endure the rest of the class, the day after I would pick another desk and that would be all; but of course I was mistaken. In every beginning of term socialization is required so I had to stablish communication with my thuggish classmates, it could have been easy in my male garb, and even fun, but as a girl I couldn't be hostile or sarcastic so I just had to stick it and be the mute braindead bimbo. At last the class was over and another realization hit me: Classes are boring either as a girl or a boy. When my Aunt arrived in her black Mercedes I was relieved, I quickly got into the car and hastily said, "Go, NOW!" "So how was it?" she said biting her lip, of course worried for my mental health, at least I wasn't bruised or messed. "It was terrifying, I had never interacted with anyone as much as this time. I had to talk to the kids and to introduce myself, luckily all spoke terrible English so I could confuse them a little." She listened to me talking really fast. "It's Ok, honey, we invented everything in that application, if you want to we can go now and never come back." I saw her directly to her eyes and told her "It was exhilarating, I really want to be here tomorrow and the day after I've never felt so alive." She nodded happily, but couldn't hide that she was very worried for me. When we arrived home my dad of course wasn't there and wouldn't be for the rest of the month so I spent the rest of the day in my skirt and leggings and went to my room to rush through my homework. The rest of the week wasn't uneventful, almost every day I had new experiences, about my postures, my mannerisms, my chat topics; all had to be different and even though I had practiced a lot "No strategy survives contact with the enemy" (Sun Tzu, The Art of War). During that first week I of course started sitting in the front like every good girl, I was ridiculed by the popular girls because of my clothing, hair or makeup, I was interrogated in every aspect of my life, luckily I had prepared for this lie with a lot of real facts just slightly changed to become feminine and after a whole week I started been accepted, until a totally obvious question arose: To which school do you go? It was a common obvious question, but also a dangerous one. Everybody knows everybody in Mexico's upper class, so if I said my real little bohemian school I was bound to be investigated by friends or relatives, I had to choose a very big school. That Friday I dodged the question changing the subject. "What a beautiful skirt, I simply love it," I spurted, and talk quickly derived to into clothing, but I knew that trick wouldn't work a second time. That weekend my coconspirator aunt and me decided the "Santa Catalina School" was the best candidate for our scheme, it was huge with more than two thousand students in High School at least four thousand considering Junior High that it also housed in the same building, it was also mixed with male and female students, really important because only girl schools have intricate networks of gossip, so an idea arose to make it work. Every day after my morning school I had to rush home have a very fast lunch, work a little on my homework while I got ready for my English School and of course changing clothes; styling my hair in a girly way and complete makeup. That Monday I tried the girl's school uniform of Santa Catalina it consisted of a pleated, plain green and gray skirt that covered the knees, black knee socks, white polo blouse, but with smaller, puffier sleeves, a black tie like ribbon in the neck and a beautiful open black sweater, I looked so good in it that I wished it really was my school. My great plan was doomed from the start, almost half of the girls attended Santa Catalina and I didn't have the precaution to find it out beforehand, I might have told them that I was a recent transfer from another school or another city, but when they saw me in the School Uniform I knew I had doomed. It was time to bail out. When I arrived Melissa and Ana, the group leaders grabbed me by my arms and not so gently lead me into the girl's bathroom, I had only entered once because I felt like a pervert getting in, and I had never gone in with another girl (that also proved to be a mistake). "Who are you poser, we know you don't go to Santa Catalina, we have been there since Kinder garden and we don't know you, we have been in every group and we know every girl in every group and guess what? You are not in any, so what's the deal loser? What are you scheming?" I thought I was prepared for everything, I thought my fa?ade was strong, but I wasn't ready to tell the truth so I had to lie more. "Yes, you are right I'm a poser, I wanted so much to be with your group that I bought this outfit I'm from a public school and I just wanted to be on your group." They just saw me with disgust. "Dream on loser, you are just a pinche gata (Spanish for fucking female cat and allusive to maids), you are not in our league, get lost and never bring that uniform here or we will tear it out of you! Got it!" After that I didn't go to class I went out and called my Aunt in my cell phone, I couldn't face my classmates, not right now, beside from that incident, it was very pleasurable. By the end of September my Dad was bound to get home. On Friday and I was simply going to skip class, no harm done. I was going to have a good family day with my Dad, Aunt and my boy self. So that Thursday I was getting ready with my afternoon ritual and for some reason I decided to start with clothes before hair or makeup, I started a good friendship with a little nerdy group of four boys and three girls (including myself) and was very relaxed with it, today my chosen outfit consisted on a loose white mini dress about two inches above the knee, it was a little revealing, but I had become used to short skirts and I really liked how it looked on me; white knee socks, silver ballerina flats and a grey bolero. I sat in my Mom's vanity to start my hair and makeup, it was still too risky to have my own in my room because of my dad and I had grew accustomed to use this one. My father was too busy to take it out and I was the winner of those spoils of war. So there I was deciding how to make myself up when I heard the impossible, my father was home a day early and was saying hi to my Aunt, she of course made a big fuzz and that was a very good cue. I ran to my room with my shoes on my hand trying to be as quiet as possible, I got into my room and quickly pulled some sweat pants over the dress, thank god for my indecent tastes in female clothing, because a short skirt make very small bulk inside pants, later came a hoodie that was a match for the pants, my bra and dress pushed slightly and a hint of breast could be seen, also if you looked with care a little lace from the dress could be seen escaping from the edge of the two garments. I put on the tennis shoes just in time to see my Dad emerge, without knocking of course, into my room. "Here's my big boy, you don't know how much I missed you" He said at the same time he gave me a bone crushing hug, it terrified me, I thought he was going to feel my bra beneath my clothes, but he didn't say anything. It' important that I talk about my father. I'm pretty sure that he loved my mother deeply and that he has worked more intensively because of him missing her every second of the day, He also loves his work and it's obvious that he has used his grief as motivation to work even more. I am also pretty sure that he loves me very much and my presence is a constant reminder of her. he doesn't hate me or mistreats me, he doesn't even neglect me, when he is at home he tries his best to be the Father that he knows he should be, he has never hit me and even when he's had to reprehend me it has done it on the most reasonable way. That's why I can't do this to him, he has always presented to me as the proud father of a Boy, not a girl. "Dad you're early," was the only thing I could think in saying. "Yes I was training a new manager and we have a meeting tomorrow morning, but I saw this new guy and considered him ready so he's attending that meeting for the two of us. That gave me a free afternoon and morning so I thought, what the heck let's change the flight; So I did and I'm here with two full free days and before weekend better yet, so I'm here early and eager to see you, but don't worry about me I know you have your advanced English classes in the afternoon, it's ok, I can drive you myself" Of course I had to tell him I was taking afternoon classes, so I invented they were an advanced course. This was an even worse scenario, bad enough I had some fitting garments under my clothes, that in close scrutiny were evident also I couldn't present myself to my afternoon sessions looking like a boy, people would definitely recognize me and would not understand that there was something wrong just now, they would realize that it had been wrong for a while. "You know Dad I was planning to skip the day because I'm feeling kind of crappy, maybe you can let me have a nap and after that we can go somewhere else, if it's ok with you?" "You know John now that you mention it, you look awkward, like fat or something, are you having indigestion? Also your pulse is too fast and look sweaty. Ok take your nap, maybe later we can play some video games or just watch some Netflix, you Ok with that?" He left the room and I was left there breathing hard. My heart felt like it was bound to get out from my chest like the aliens in the movies. When I was sure he was far from the door I bolted it and took my dress off, the underwear and high socks, I just couldn't take the varnish off my toes because the removal liquid was in my Mom's vanity. I was relieved that I wasn't discovered, but also felt regret that I wasn't wearing the dress anymore, it's the dichotomy in all of this situation the one that was killing me, I was enjoying being a girl, but I hated lying to my dad. I loved feeling every aspect of the differences between being a guy and a girl simultaneously, but deep inside I knew everything was a lie. The weekend was great, my dad, my aunt and I did a lot of things we hadn't done in years, we went out every day, we ate in every restaurant we could, went to the movies and shopping, I wished I could have bought some dresses and skirts, but of course my Dad wouldn't want to buy them so I just checked the displays furtively and made mental notes to come back for this or that, without asking he bought me a new laptop, the best of the best (in 2005 2 gb in RAM were absolutely amazing, when I remember that computer it just makes me laugh). It was like before my Mom's passing, of course my Father kept reminding her, but for the first time in years with love and longing, not with sadness, maybe he was ready to move forward and I was very happy for him. When my Dad was bound to leave on Monday morning and I was about to go to school I was really sad, he gave me a very big hug and kisses me in the forehead like he used to then he promised that he would find a way to rush back again because this weekend had reminded him about the true meaning of Family. Of course I cried. Instantly my double life became the greatest burden, I loved every moment of the experience, but as my Dad said: Family comes first. This week midterm exams were held and I wanted to excel just to rub it in Melissa's stuck up, perfectly made up, smug face. The exam was on Thursday, I could tolerate the rest of the week hit her in the face with my grades on Friday and leave to never be seen again. They might give my Aunt a call or two, but we already had stablished that if I wanted to leave classes she had an excuse ready. Monday through Wednesday were as common as the flu, my absences from last week weren't important to the teacher and even my excellent grades weren't enough to make me popular. In all my stay in the school I had decided that even though I had to use the girl's restroom it wasn't correct to do it and I would only go in extreme need and always try to go in the middle of the class so it would be deserted, I didn't want to be disrespectful. Of course like everybody nature doesn't ask permission and if you have to go, you have to go. Before the class started on that Wednesday I had to rush to a full restroom and get in to the stall, it was life and death or life and smell. On the upper side the bell was about to ring and when I finished my business the room would be deserted, I would get a demerit for tardiness and that would be all, or so I thought. About 15 minutes later I had finally finished my business and I was checking my overall look in the mirror. I had to admit that I looked really nice with a pink long sleeved cotton t-shirt, black plated miniskirt, black knee high socks and two inch heel Mary Janes when I heard some muffled arguing and what sounded like stomping or blows. I was unscathed until a distinctive female voice was heard among the quarrelers; slowly I crept from the restroom and saw Melissa leaned against the wall and two of the backseat thugs in front of her. "Come on Girly," hissed one of them "you asked for the exam, here it is so... pay up!" "No, I told you ages ago that I didn't want it anymore if you brought it, it's your own dammed problem, because I told you I wouldn't pay for it. I don't even know if it's the correct exam." "You know you don't mess with us honey," said the other. "You asked for it once and now you pay, I don't care if you got cold feet and all whiny. You pay or I will smack one in your face. I have hit girls before you know. So pay up!" he said as he started raising his fist; she of course was terrified but couldn't scream because she would have to explain what was happening and if word ever got out of her supposed exam buying she would be expelled, so she was in big trouble, she would need to pay. "Ok, ok I'll give you some money, but I don't have any. Tomorrow I'll bring it," she said almost in tears. "No can do honey, if we wait you'll tell on us, so you have to pay up NOW," the bigger one barked. By this time I was in the corner and I was very worried for Melissa, but I couldn't do anything I had to mind my own business, but I couldn't just leave her. "Please..." She cried once more. "I really don't have anything with me, tomorrow I'll give you double I swear I won't say anything." "Promises won't get you far sugar, if you don't have cash we will work out something here in the restroom. Bug you stand guard here later is your turn," he said to the other guy and the other one just nodded, he then shoved Melissa very hard and didn't see me doubling back into my stall. Of course this had gone too far and I had to do something even if I was wearing a skirt I was a guy and good at fighting. Luckily they had split up so I had a bigger chance. When they entered he got his hand inside her skirt and grabbed her neck with the other, now she was openly screaming but the restroom muffled her cries. I left my 2 inch heels on the stall and I went out from my hiding spot as fast as I could, with my added momentum I hit him with all my strength in the kidneys, he shuddered in pain and let her go, she crawled to the corner and started crying. She was obviously in shock. My first blow was very effective, but I knew I had to be devastating so when he madly but surprised turned around I hit him with my knee in the balls, he clenched in pain, after that I grabbed his longish hair and my knee met his face and nose 5 or 6 times, his braces got stuck in his teeth, lips and my naked knee was painted red with his blood, luckily he was very surprised to call his partner so I kept hitting his face until my leg was running with lots of his blood and maybe some of mine. After 2 or three continuous hitting minutes I began getting tired, but he was done for, his legs buckled in and collapsed into the floor. Melissa was looking at me very surprised and in the back of her eyes I could see the realization that something was amiss, but she was thankful and tried to talk, I quickly put a hand in her mouth and shushed her "The other one is bigger and it's outside, keep quiet!" I ordered her, in my haste I had used my very manly voice and she was sure now something wasn't right, but nodded nevertheless. I reached into my backpack and found my new laptop, I grinned hoping it would survive my plan. I firmly grabbed the computer by the edge and crept out. he was zoning out and of course guarding the room so he had his back turned to me, I needed to deck him in the face so I called him out "Hey asshole." Surprised he turned around, that's when I hit him square in the face with the computer, the first blow just surprised him so I kept hitting until his nose bled and I think one or two of his teeth fell. God it was sublime I couldn't believe I how I had missed this. I returned trying to get calm, recovered my heels and my composure. "Come on Mel let's go," I said with my sweetest girly voice. It was undeniable something had happened my hair was messed up, I was all sweaty and there was not denying my right knee and sock were entirely covered with gore. I knocked slightly in the classroom door and the teacher started to nag at me "Where have you been girls? This is no time to get into class" she started saying, but soon enough saw Melissa in the verge of tears and my disheveled looks and knew something wasn't right "What happened? Are you ok?" she said pointing at the blood in my leg. "I'm fine, but Melissa was attacked by two guys in the bathroom," I answered. The teacher led us to the director's office and sent some maintenance guys to check the bathroom, Tiny (the 6 and a half feet tall irony) had already fled, but bug was still passed out inside the bathroom, he was promptly expelled and the principal told him that if anything happened later to Melissa or Me he was going to juvie. Bug had a very long rap sheet and the principal was more worried about Melissa's family suing, I of course was a no body. After class I remained with Melissa until his father showed up, he thanked me and offered to replace my laptop, I agreed only because my Dad would kill me, when she was about to go she approached me and thanked me. "I owe you more than I would like to admit, thank you," she told me in a very sincere tone the she approached me and said, "I know there is a history in you and believe me I want to know it... as a friend." She gave me a pink hello kitty post it with her cell phone number and IM address. "Call me tonight please." She then got in her father's Jaguar and left. Adrenaline was already subsiding and my leg started to hurt like hell, when I cleaned up I saw that I had at least four distinctive marks of braces noticeable in my knee and above. "Fuck," I thought it's leggings for me tomorrow; my arms also hurt, but it was more for the workout and the impression, my makeup was all smeared and I started trembling, when the Black Mercedes arrived I was a mess. My Aunt parked in a rush and got down. "What happened? Are you all right?" she shrieked. "Yeah, yeah... let's go is not like is the first time you see me like this," I said annoyed as I entered the car and signaled her to do the same. "Yes I have seen John like this a lot of times, but I never expected Josie to get into this kind of trouble," she said. I explained everything and she understood that I couldn't leave Melissa get hurt or raped, but we both knew my cover was blown and I unquestionably had to leave. "I know you are right Aunt August, just let me finish my midterm tomorrow and the results on Friday that will give me closure, that's all I ask." She looked at me with that stern look every grownup has rehearsed in which they show concern and disapproval, but eventually she caved in. "Ok," she said, "it's the last week, enjoy it kid because your dive into girlhood it's about to finish." At home I took a long bath to ease my nerves and to help my aching limbs, that night I didn't feel like a girl so I put on a normal set of boy pj's and went to my desk to finish my school work. My concentration was shot and couldn't do even half the work. The fight wasn't in my head, the discovering of my secret was. I felt naked to Melissa's machinations and I was very worried what would happen next day. There was another computer in the Desk so I bit the bullet and started it up, every minute while it was booting was torture, what Melissa thought was happening? What would I tell her? Instant messaging was very common in 2005 and every Mexican had a Hotmail account. In my case I had two already, my every day John account and my Josie that I had setup, but never found a need for it; I introduced hers and prayed she wasn't online at that moment, but as fate wanted it she was already there and waiting for me. "Thank u again," she started the conversation saying. "It's OK I couldn't leave you hangin' right?" Then I typed a happy face, had to keep my messaging girly. She then explained how she had just suggested she needed the exam, but the guys had taken it literal. I knew this could be true, but she was the kind of lazy girl that could take some short cuts along the way. I just accepted her explanation and of course always ended up with an emoticon, faces, flowers, anything. After that she talked to me about her family, how she was always alone and how her father had just shown up to impose on his power. He never went to school to pick her up. She then told me about her crushes and clothes likes, it was a very nice monologue. It was kind of late and she typed her goodbye, maybe she didn't really noticed something wrong or maybe she dismissed it, it was ok if she didn't mentioned it. I would be gone in two days. I was saying my goodbyes when she said, "Only one last thing," and my heart sunk. "Are you a boy?" I screamed internally and debated myself into trying to continue the charade or coming clean. "Yes," I finally replied, "Im sry." The answer just took about 10 seconds, but in my mind it could have been hours "ok, c u tomorrow XOXO" and with that she logged out. My night was horrible loaded with regret and nervousness and in the morning I looked like a raccoon with dark eye bags and red eyes of course I was sleepy all day. I really wanted to see her and talk, but at the same time I was terrified, the waiting is the hardest part as Tom Petty poetically says. I arrived early and took my place, we were about to start and Melissa made her entrance I cursed to myself because I wasn't able to talk to her before the test and secretly I was hoping she would skip class. I did the test as fast as I could and lucky for me it was very easy so I didn't sweat it. As always those of us who finished early were asked to go outside and wait or leave, I stood by the door waiting for her like a loyal hound holding on for his owner. For a moment I felt very unnerved waiting there, my heels began feeling very uncomfortable and I was sure sweat was making my leggings sticky, I checked my makeup like ten times, because I felt everybody could see my true self there standing outside of the room. At last Melissa finished and came out she looked at me and smiled, she did it in a very casual natural way, but it didn't help me to get calmer, "Umm Mel," I stuttered. "Can we talk?" "Sure," she said, "let's go for an ice cream, my treat to my hero." We walked two blocks in silence to the shop and sat, she looked very carefree and even happy. I felt like a train wreck and was sure as hell that I looked like one. We sat and she asked the waiter for a scoop, I waved with my hand as a signal that I didn't want anything, she quickly grabbed my hand in the air and stared at it slightly. "Wow you don't even have painted fingernails, how come I didn't notice," she said while I pulled my hand from her grip. "Let me tell you something first, I said yesterday how grateful I am and I will never hurt you or embarrass you, even the uniform thing becomes obvious now. don't worry if I hadn't seen you smash those guys up I would never imagined your secret, you are a natural beauty and as feminine as most, I would have never believed that you are less of a girl than.... Well than me." "Thank you... I guess," I replied. She continued, "I really want to know your story and help you, but first if you want to share I promise I will never out you and I will never hurt you." "Never is a long time," I said. "Yes I know, but I owe you, if not for you today I would be badly hurt, bruised and most likely raped." That gave me a little more reassurance, but nevertheless I asked, "Do you promise for everything you hold dear you won't tell a soul." "I promise." So I let myself go, I told her about my Mom, my experimenting with clothes, my Dad, my Aunt and everything. Now and then she looked like she would ask something, but kept silence, when I finished I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders, I felt free and for the first time it felt real. "So you want to experiment what is like to be a girl?" she asked. "Yes I promised my Mom that I would try my best." "Do you like boys? Or girls?" "Honestly I don't know I think I like some traits from both for instance you are a pretty girl I like a lots of things about you," I answered. "Ewww," she said. "Don't be mad, but I would never date you. You are a beautiful girl and I don't swing that way." She mocked a little, but I knew she was serious. "Well thank you I think, but as I said I think I like boys more, for months now almost all my fantasies are about being with a boy, do you really think I pull it off?" I suddenly changed subjects because I realized she was complimenting me. "Are you kidding? That whole uniform thing happened because you looked great in it. Of course the girls and I were jealous, but if you tell anybody I'll just deny it." We talked for a while and of course it derived into fashion and style and soaps and of course boys, I started talking about them reluctantly but I was surprised that I had more things to say that I believed, I had an interest in boys and was relieved to finally talk to someone about it, not even my Aunt was so receptive to it. About an hour later the waiter came back and asked "Would you need anything more girls" we giggled a lot and asked for the check. "Well thank you for the nice chat, but we have to go, your driver and my aunt will come soon for us," I said. "Yes you are right and it truly was nice, it's good to get to know you better." "It was nice too, but tomorrow is my last day," I said in a little more regretful way than how I really felt. "What? Why? No you can't, are you leaving?" she kind of screamed at me. "Yes I told you, my Dad doesn't know and I'm tired of lying so I'm finishing this whole mess up, I already made up my mind and tomorrow is my last day," I stated. "No but you can't, Ana and the others are as shallow as a kiddie pool, you are very interesting and nice and I have just met you" she said with a very concerned look. "We can still be friends, we can go shopping or to have ice cream." I opened my arms in a showing gesture. "Yes we can and we will, but I really don't want you to go, please." I rolled my eyes in an annoyed way, I really felt very boyish at this moment talking to this clingy person. "OK, I'll think about it, see you tomorrow," and we hugged goodbye like every other teenage girl. I should have felt conflicted, but I wasn't, I felt liberated. To get someone into your secrets is frightful, but it could also be exactly what you need well Andr? Malraux said it correctly "A man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides," and in this case a girl is more about what she hides. I had special care for my appearance the next afternoon, if it was my last class I would go out in style. I decided to cover my padded butt with black pantyhose and a black tight miniskirt that covered most of my ass, but barely, black 4 inch patent leather stilettos a satin red long sleeved blouse that looked both sexy and elegant, my hair was curled and styled, the earrings were long and sparkly, this time I also painted my fingernails, Melissa made a point about my reversibility. Makeup was sexier than anything I had worn to school, I knew I was overdressed, but if somebody asked I would say I had a formal event afterwards, but I was almost sure nobody would. My aunt gave me the Ok. "You look really nice," she said. "You went overboard, but I know you only want to go out in a bang, you are such a Diva dear," she said exaggerating her mannerism and that was it. We were driving to school. When we arrived I felt some eyes on me, but not as much as I had pictured, it was disappointing. Even though I knew it was going to happen and it made my resolve stronger, this is not what I am I stated in my mind, if even dressed to the nines I don't make any impression then of course I have no business trying anymore. Classroom felt even colder than the hallways, guys looked at me and avoided my gaze, I felt hurt that no boy was interested in me and I also became aware that I in fact cared about it, I wanted them to be interested, dammed it wanted them to feel lust. Some minutes before the class started Melissa arrived, she was wearing her school uniform and looked radiant in it, she went straight to my place and gave me a big hug, "It's so nice that you came, I missed you" she said out loud so everybody could hear her "Then she grabbed my hand and gestured me to stand, with my heels I was about a foot taller and I towered in front of her. "Wow, you look fabulous!, Doesn't she?" she asked aloud referring to nobody in particular, but everybody paid attention "You are so dressed up for the party in my house don't you?" and that made a big difference, she was the most popular girl everybody paid attention to her and everybody started paying attention to me. The teacher got in and we all started the class. It was the same as always, I aced my test of course and Melissa barely passed it, but it was enough for her. We were almost finished when the Teacher presented an ad. "We'll have a fund raising for the Holidays in December, we are asked to present a candidate for the winter queen and king contest. Melissa you have been School Queen many times, would you like to run again?" the teacher asked. "Not this Time Miss," she answered and the teacher's face became pale, she was always the Queen because they feared she would throw a tantrum and her father would make a fuzz, so everybody wanted to make her happy. "This time," she continued, "my good friend and savior Josie will be Queen, look how beautiful she looks today." And she pointed at me. The teacher looked at me closely and nodded in acceptance "Ok, she does look really nice, this is possible. Ok if everybody agrees, we can do it" and she looked at the students "Anybody want to try? Or anyone objects?" There was silence all across the room "Everybody wants Josie to be our Queen?" and Melissa started to cheer "Yeah, go Josie," as expected all the other guys went along with it, I was dumb folded and extremely surprised so I just stood up and kind of nodded, Ana and the other girls were surprised but assumed Melissa was just thankful for the help she got and went along with it. "Well, looking like you in that Outfit makes me think we have a good chance to win, Ok you are our official group runner up to Winter Queen." And that was how all my plans went to hell. My aunt of course was very distraught. "How did you end up like this? You were about to finish it and now you will be a public figure, if your Dad finds out he's going to kill me" she shouted at me in the car "Did you listen? Not you, ME. If you continue with this you'll come clean with him, am I clear?" "I really don't know what happened, but now I can't back down after class they gave me the application and I signed it," I answered. "Josie signed it, you are John that paper has no legal fundament. It's ok, we will disappear and nobody will ever found out what happened," she said with relief in her voice. "The only problem is... I want to do it," I told her with trembling voice almost expecting a face slap. She then looked at me about to mock or roll her eyes but compassion filled her eyes. "Ok child, I told you I was going to help you with it and I will, but this is huge you are going to do public appearances outside of school and pictures will be taken and maybe even some local press might do an interview," she stated again showing some concern in her voice. For the time being I was stuck and Melissa knew, she wanted me in class and she set me up. Yes she behaved like a true friend, but it got me stuck and lies only grow, if a deception isn't cut short at the beginning it will only grow and spawn more and more lies. That night of course again I didn't feel feminine I kicked off my heels and quickly changed into boy stuff, just a t-shirt, boxers and flip flops, I felt exhilarated, but worried, maybe my aunt was right I had to cut it short, but at the same time I wanted to experience a once in a lifetime girly experience, to be admired just for grace and beauty, to be heard upon and to achieve a goal only girls get to experience, what should I do? I logged into my computer and considered playing halo 2, it had been around for some months, but I hadn't finished it yet. Before inserting the game CD, I looked at the Instant messaging Icon and became a little curious about Melissa so I logged in and sent a message. "Hey, r u there?" "Hi, yes I'm here." "Jos, this is great. You'll be a great Queen, I know how to do everything, OMG I'll go to your house tomorrow to start checking dresses." And she continued ranting about hair, makeup, nails, and etcetera. I almost immediately regretted logging in. "Where do you live?" she asked me after a while. "You know I was about to abandon my English class, right?" "Yes I know, but now you don't have to, you'll be Queen and everybody will love you." "You know my Dad doesn't know I dress up like a girl." "Yes of course and it can still be a secret I have everything figured out..." she continued. "You know I live as a boy every moment outside that class, right." She paused for a moment I knew she was aware and wanted to talk me into it, but she wasn't stupid, she just liked to play as one "Yes I know, and I respect your decisions, but when I saw the pageant I remembered my moments and is something I really want you to experience. This will be your moment and if you want to forget about being a girl or if you want to know if you truly like boys, this is your chance is the best experience you'll have into womanhood." This really surprised me, it was too much for just a moment to process so I decided to give her my address and to know the real me. "This is my address I typed, but you have to know that tomorrow you'll find my real self here, are you ready to meet me like that?" Again there was a pause. "Yes, I told you I will help you in any way I can and I NEED to know everything about you." "Ok then I'll see you tomorrow." And with that I considered that knowing me in "boy mode" would discourage her entirely. Saturday morning was a typical one I woke up late, and looking as scruffy as possible, I put special attention at looking dirty and unkempt, I decided also that my t-shirt looked new and changed into a ragged one, then I chose some sweatpants because my shaved legs were not very manly, my painted finger and toenails were gone real fast and looked normal for a 15 year old, then I let my long hair loose, but didn't comb it, the result was what I wanted: A very shabby teenage boy. My aunt was surprised, but not entirely. It was a Saturday morning and untidiness could be expected. At about noon the doorbell rang, I opened the door and saw a very nice looking Melissa, she was wearing tight jeans, flats and a yellow frilled blouse, she wasn't wearing a lot of makeup just pink lipstick and mascara she looked very sweet and innocent and my first impression was that of jealousy. I wished I could look that nice with so little effort. She stared blankly at me for a moment, then realization flashed, lastly doubt "Jos...?" she asked a little insecure. "No I'm her brother," I joked, but her face showed relief, she really was expecting I wasn't me and tried to look over my shoulder guessing she would catch a glimpse of the real Josie. Then the joke came on to me and sighing I said again "Yes.... Mel it's me" I said in my girly voice and invited her in and to seat in the living room. Her face showed deception. "I was really expecting it was a misunderstanding," she said with regret. "I know, and I'm sorry, but this is the real me," I said. "Well to tell you the truth, you are a good looking," she said. "Dammed," I said, "I realize that I would prefer that coming from one or two from the guys in class." I remembered how it stung when the guys didn't compliment me in my garb yesterday. She laughed. "Yes that's my girl, you are becoming an attention whore. No problem I'm all for it, let's go to your room I want to pick your clothes myself, your Dad is not here today right?" My aunt heard everything and made an approving nod, yes a girl could go to my room and she realized that maybe she should worry more if a boy went there with me. She plunged throughout all my clothes, it took her about 15minutes to find the first outfit, but after that she continued checking everything. "Wow you certainly have a lot of things, I really don't know how come your father hasn't found out?" she asked and continued "but I really don't like your taste you have a lot of things that are ugly, cheap or old looking, why? You have shown some taste in class" "Well most of that was my Mom's, I rescued it furtively while my Dad was donating it, the few things I have bought myself have required a lot of courage and I while I buy them I can't try them on that's why maybe some are not a good fit also I buy somethings that I like on girl's, but later find out that they look pretty bad on me." "When you buy your clothes you go as a boy?! Why?! Haven't you buy as a Girl?" she kind of screamed. "Well no I haven't, my Aunt has gone with me most of the time, but we have never felt very confident, at the school is the most time I have spent dress up," I said. "Well sister that changes today, put this and this on, we'll hit the mall today!" she commanded while she gave me a pair of tight capris, a white halter top, and a light pink bolero, at first I was reluctant about the outfit, but together it looked really nice, the bra of course had to be strapless and that made me a little uneasy I was worried that it could move and the stuffing would fall off, but she showed me how to fasten it correctly, the top covered the front completely, but my back was almost naked and it was only decorated with the long flowing bow of the top, it was very feminine and because of my narrow back it looked very pretty on me. Long earrings framed my face and a very big bow made my hair look as feminine as possible, I felt like Daisy Duck, she gave me a pair of 3 inch wedges to enhance the casual, but ultra-feminine look. Makeup was very light, only some light shadow, mascara and pink lipstick. When we finished I looked really nice and was sure nobody could question my gender. "Wow I'm ready, let's ask my aunt to drive us to the mall," I said with the biggest confidence I had ever felt as a girl. In overall the day was wonderful, we went to every shop in the Mall and bought like there was no tomorrow, luckily my Aunt gave me some money and I was able to buy some dresses, skirts, underwear and even some pairs of shoes. Then we ate some Pizza and went to the movies. This weekend "Harry Potter and the goblet of fire" was released and I was eager to see it, but watching it with Mel gave me some pointers in things I hadn't paid a lot of attention before, in the movie there's this guy who played Cedric Diggory I hadn't seen him in any movie before and I had to admit he was gorgeous. He was Robert Pattison. Mel made me see some things I hadn't check like the height he projected, the confidence, his rugged looks, I found him very alluring and an erection tried to find its way inside my tight underwear and pants, of course it didn't show and was a little painful, but it made me completely aware that a boy could make me horny. When we arrived to my house it was almost 8:00 in the evening, my aunt was very happy with me and knew this was why we had done everything. She knew at that time I couldn't really give it up easily, but what about my Dad? And how should we say anything to him? By the time being we both decided to ignore the issue, the pageant was only a month away and even though Mel said she had everything figured it out, there were a lot of logistics that had to be considered. That November was very cold in Mexico City and it felt like all the elements were helping me achieve my goal, the cold allowed me to use bigger clothes in my morning school and sometimes I had to use a complete set of girl garb under pants and sweatshirts, this was because time wasn't enough to go to my house and change, my activities as a girl doubled or tripled and I had to be always ready. Also my Dad promised that he would be home by Christmas, but he would be abroad and couldn't make it before December 22nd, this was perfect because at English School everything would finish on the evening of Wednesday 21st two whole days before, the only problem was my morning school as classes finished the 23rd and I needed time to fix my hair, nails and professional makeup. To fix my time table my Aunt called the School and told the Principal that we needed to make a trip one week before, that cleared my schedule a whole week before and lending me the time I needed to prepare. I will never be able to repay my Aunt for every ounce of help she lent me in that crucial moment in my life. November and early December went by like a breeze, my responsibilities to the pageant kept me very busy, every act for fund raising and every appearance and of course my classes and homework, in the meantime almost every free time I spent with Mel. She had cut every bond with the other girls and that made them a little angry, but knew they shouldn't mess with her so they let us be, Melissa showed me a lot about combining outfits, accessorizing, makeup and told me all about her Boy experience which was huge. The first weekend of December we were asked by two boys from the class to see a Movie, Melissa played the uninterested card, but I knew she had the hots for Denis, he was tall an athletic and a little dumb, but she wanted him just for show, not for a real relationship and she knew he had the same interest in her. Denis' best friend was James, he was the real brain in the operation he was very tall, but a little thin, he was more a basketball kind of Guy and hadn't much bulk in his frame, but he had a very manly face and his voice and manners were Sexy as hell, I had known for a while that I would love to be with him, so when they asked for the date it was me who had dibs on him. That Saturday we went overboard with our appearance, she of course didn't need much work and her beautiful body filled the tight short black dress to perfection, she just completed the look with a long jacket because it was very cold outside and she didn't want to use tights, she looked very tall in 5 inch heels and her makeup was definitely thought for clubbing. We were both only 16 years old, but the guys knew a bar were we wouldn't be carded. I decided for a small tight black romper, the padding helped me show an unreal curviness and it also made my breast and ass look big and inaccessible, I also decided to use very high strappy sandals and we made a trip to the salon to fix our hair. I decided also to have my toenails done and asked for clip on fake nails, I would love to use more permanent prosthetics, but I was still in my morning school and all changes should be easily reversible. As promised we went clubbing and had the time of our life, we danced for about 4 hours and we drank, but we were always careful and watched for each other, the guys could easily get us drunk and try to have their way with us, of course we wanted to have some kissing sessions, but something else could be not only awkward but even dangerous. At about 1 a.m. my head was buzzing slightly and Mel was a little drunk, she decided to jump into Denis' lap and she started making out, his hand rubbed her inner thigh and sometimes it drifted inside her dress, we both knew that was one of the positive perks of using such a small open garment. I really wanted to do the same, but I was very worried James wouldn't accept me so I also sat in his lap and let him fondle my legs and fake boobs while we kissed, luckily they were my expensive breast forms and they had a good feel to them also they would hold in place. The romper also prevented him from drifting into my padded panties, but secretly I fantasized that he could really grab inside my shorts and find a very wet pussy waiting for him, of course I knew it was impossible. We were still in the Bar and even though it's not uncommon for teenagers to makeup something more was unthinkable. The guys paid the check and were planning to take us to James' house because his parents were out of town, we agreed because Mel was horny as hell, but I became more worried with every minute we spent in the car. When we arrived Melissa and Denise hurried upstairs, he obviously knew his way in the house and they got to work almost immediately, James sensed my hesitation and poured us a glass of wine each, we talked some time and he started leaning closer and closer, my penis was strained painfully inside my short shorts and multiple layers of underwear, but I could feel moisture that surely came from the precum inside my clothes, of course I desired him also, but fear was too much. He leaned and kissed me, but not in a desperate teenage way, he kissed me gently in the most romantic way. I felt his tongue, his smell and with every caress of his hand in my bare leg I felt like I was going to melt. His expert hands made their way to my ass and tried to undo the front buttons of the top part of the romper, I was starting not to care, but I knew that a hand inside would very easily note the difference between real and false breasts, it didn't matter how expensive my breast forms were, the problem was I didn't want to break it either. My hands started to move by themselves into his growing bulge and unzipped his pants, soon my hand was stroking the throbbing rod and I couldn't believe a penis could exist in that size, it really amazed me and in my mind's eye I just could imagine myself in all fours having it inside me, but I knew that for the time being it was not possible. With some regret I broke the kiss and said, "I'm sorry baby I'm on my period" his face froze and showed a little angriness and a lot of frustration, but couldn't articulate a word, he just stammered a little and I could feel his member going a little limp, but not completely. "But maybe" I started saying and his face changed, maybes are powerful motivators. "Maybe I can compensate your kindness in other ways." His head lighted up, but he was still quizzical about my words. So I made my mind completely and fell to my knees in the carpeted floor of his living room, if he didn't understand my posture he was a complete moron. I reached inside of his pants and verified that his dick had again grown a little but not completely, so with my tongue I started licking the head and tasting every part of it, I licked the small aperture, the sides, and every part like it was the most delicious ice cream I had ever tasted, and it surely was. It was clean and even as a jock he had bathed earlier so he smelled like cologne and tasted a little like soap. A little while later he grew to his complete size and I started worrying because there was no way I could take it all in my mouth. It was the first time I did this and I wasn't prepared, I hadn't even had a blowjob myself I was as virgin as a clean CD ready to be mixed and burnt. I started inserting it in my mouth a little by little, first because I didn't knew how much I could take, but later I found out he really liked it like that. His moaning was a very good sign of it. When it reached my throat I almost threw up, it tickled the back and it triggered something I had never felt. I felt a little embarrassed, because I didn't want him to believe I didn't want it, but he didn't acknowledged I had had that problem, so I changed the angle and kept sucking it into my inner cheek, that made the trick. About 15 minutes later my neck was starting to kill me and his pubic hairs were tickling all over my face, but my reward came soon, his moaning became a little softer and he closed his eyes, then he started grinning his teeth and tensed up, I knew what was coming and maybe I could withdrew, but I really didn't want to. When he came into my mouth I wasn't really ready for it, the load was immense, it filled my mouth, throat and nose and even though I wanted to swallow I wasn't able to get it all, it poured from the sides of my mouth and I felt like I was going to drown in milky bliss. When he withdrew I had stained a big part of the carpet, the top of my romper, my face must have looked like hell with the smeared lipstick and cum all over my mouth, cheeks, hair and nose, luckily my eyes were ok. I collapsed face up in the floor and let my tongue collect as much of the cum from my face as possible, but I didn't try to wipe it with my hand, it felt weird, because I wasn't ashamed. I felt proud of my performance and I really wanted Melissa to see me. Yes now I was a slut, but sluts are women therefore I was a woman (stupid logic I know, but my mind kept repeating it) I laid there for some minutes I lost track of time, James had also collapsed in the couch and I could hear him snoring, I was happy, but now I was also worried, we had to get home, my Aunt should be very worried as I never had done this, worse I had never gone out dressed as a girl to a date with a guy. I stood up and wobbled in my heels, the posture made me remember I was wearing them and a sudden wave of pain followed, my feet were shattered because of the whole night of wearing 5 inchers, so I took them off and started massaging my feet, my toenails looked feminine and kept with my pedicure and that made me smile. I was a little lost in thought when I heard Melissa coming downstairs, she had her own shoes on her hand and the cell phone in the other, her dress was riding up and her thong was a little sideways, her shaved pussy was clearly visible, again it surprised me that I felt embarrassed for my friend and not turned on in the least. I quickly approached her and straightened her dress skirt, no more showing up for her. She thanked me with a hand wave and continued talking on the phone, then about 3 or 4 minutes later finished the call and said, "Before we came I told my Mom were we were, you have always have to be careful when you date Jos, guys can be animals, also my Mom's driver is already outside let's go" I sighed with relief at that. She then stared at me and reached my hair and separated some sticky strands and giggled in a fraternal way. "You had a wild night too, right?" I just nodded and laughed a little then she said, "Let's go girl, we need our beauty sleep" she passed an arm around my waist and we got ourselves out. Only two weeks remained before the contest and we were always very busy, we had assembled a real entourage of people who helped me with some cardboard signs with my name and picture, some other people helped me always with hair and makeup and of course Mel always bossed everybody around. My last day in my morning school passed without any important incidents. That last Friday Melissa and her driver were outside of my school waiting. She had grown accustomed to see me in boy or girl mode and even her driver knew all about me. "Today as agreed we are skipping English class and doing your makeover." We had planned this for weeks and it would be awesome. Underneath my baggy pants and hoodie I was wearing my trademarked black leggings and short denim skirt, my sa