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A Change of Life, Part 15 By LaShaunda The last seven months of my life had been a life-changing whirlwind. Over this time, my father, brother, and I had been doing something that not many men had ever done. At this point I was rapidly losing my constant self-consciousness of it all, but it felt crazy as I twirled around in my new school-uniform for my mother and her new boyfriend, and I felt the snug pull of white tights on my legs, and my white panties hugging my new big butt !! I felt a bit demure as James inspected me, making sure his new charge was ready for her first day of school. "You look so cute in you new outfit," said my mom, LaShaunda. I gave her another twirl. Yes, it was so crazy all of the changes that had been happening, but in fairness, many of them had been coming so hard and fast that they were difficult to even process, or put up a proper resistance to. I just had to "go with the flow." One of the main things was that I always felt the new apparatus around my crotch area that held my penis and and gave me that fake black vagina. Underneath this, my penis and some of my hips were the only things that weren't fake "spray tanned." It felt crazy to think that my dick was the only thing left of me that hadn't become more properly "Tanisha." Over this fake-underwear device, I wore a big-butt girdle that had been given me which made me feel even more "restricted," but honestly I felt like my own butt was growing more feminine and curvy thanks to hormones I was sure James was giving me, and soon I probably would not wear the girdle anymore, as it would be redundant. Besides this, it was crazy to always look down at my body and see my arms and legs as a very shade of dark brown, instead of the milky-white color they had been before. It also was insane just to know that I was always a black girl, and was seen as such by the world. I would always now conduct myself as pretty and sexy; always smiling and making sure I presented myself as being feminine. My long nappy hair was now also always done up in big hairstyles, or hanging down in long curls, and my new big "do's" were also something I was always very conscious of and wanted to maintain. At present, my hair was now done up in a big updo style with beads and braids, which I felt very conscious about; but how I looked also made me feel very pretty and sexy, as well as undeniably African-American. When I looked in the mirror, it felt crazy to see the face of the pretty black-girl smiling back at me, knowing that this was all me and that the world saw me as "Tanisha." To the outside world, "Ryan" was gone for all intents and purposes, and people interacted with me naturally assuming I was a black girl. It was still so crazy to look in the mirror and see a face I didn't recognize, but I was getting used to it and her new identity was merging with my old one. For four or five months, it was all an act; but now Tanisha was becoming a real entity and grafting herself onto the old template body of Ryan Miller. Her own personality, life history, and identity were forming. The more time went on, the harder the life of Tanisha Jackson would be to erase or pretend never happened. Besides just the physical changes, there had obviously been other changes that had just been unprecedented for me. As a boy, I had never so much as touched or kissed a girl. However, it really took me by surprise when DeShawn really first began taking an interest in me. As "Tanisha," I really felt obligated at first to go out with him, but a part of me was really coming to like him as I now saw myself as a black girl, and potential material as a future girlfriend and wife. We really enjoyed hanging out and I was coming to love his interests, and he never suspected that I wasn't "Tanisha"... Ok, so I'll skip ahead a bit in this part and tell you that we did bang twice during summer camp when no one was around. Even though I had my fake pussy on, he seriously didn't suspect a thing as, you know, as a guy, he was just in and out... It was a bang bang thing and he was in and out of me in less than a minute, so I don't think he ever felt anything untoward. However, obviously, the fact that I'm really deep down a guy is something I'd have to eventually disclose to DeShawn, or whatever other guy I wound up becoming attached to in the future. I just hope that they will or would understand !! Obviously as Ryan, I still liked girls like Danielle (the cute girl in my dance class)... I was still a heterosexual white boy underneath my whole new cover as Tanisha, but it was undeniable that Tanisha was coming into her own. And as I lived outwardly in the world 100% as Tanisha now, it was just inevitable that she would carry on as any typical developing black girl would; dating boys, flirting, and just living in every way as an African-American girl. Any developments as Ryan, particularly when it came to dating other girls, would just have to wait. I was becoming OK with this as I was really enjoying DeShawn, and he was coming to satisfy some of my sexual needs when we went out on dates. Even though we only banged once or twice, it was still so arousing to me as his penis grinded against the underside of mine when he entered my fake pussy. However, he stayed in nowhere near long enough to give me complete satisfaction or release. I had wished he would, but there was nothing I could say or do to make him do It, and in any case I did not want to arouse his suspicions. I had to let it go for now. However, I still felt very hard inside my fake vaginal underwear, so that would be there for the future. Also, I will admit that I did throw Deshawn a few other handjobs and blowjobs when the chance came up. It was crazy to pull down his trousers and play with him; seeing him get hard and then cumming everywhere... Actually, it was even more mental the first time I did it. I had no idea what I was getting into in the back seat of that car, but the heat of the moment just carried me away. I really did not regret it. It honestly seemed like the most natural thing in the world. As a white boy, I would have had no interest ever in this sort of thing, but as Tanisha.... Well, we made out many times, and I had another date coming up in a few nights !! I was interrupted by my dreams as my younger sister Ashanti came out and twirled around in her school uniform, which was identical to mine. As we both stood there in our white tights, blazers, and plaid skirts, our new mom heaped on praises, "Oooh, you girls look so' precious!!" "Yeah mom," I said, "I actually really can't wait to start school." If had been a white boy, I honestly would have been obviously mortified about starting at a new school that was almost all black and where I didn't know anybody. However, my boyfriend obviously went there, as did all my girlfriends from church and ballet class, as did my sister who was adapting to all this even much better than I was. I was not nervous at all as far as fitting in. Still though, there was that lingering part of me that was still "Ryan" that was second-guessing and feeling like deep-down, he wanted to rebel against this change and passively-aggressive enforced-femininity that was occurring. Anyway, I pranced around out there and posed in my outfit for what seemed like a good twenty minutes, as did my sister. We also posed and smiled in the living-room mirror, and mom and James took pictures. We even gave each other hugs, and then had a bit of fun at the end where we flipped up each other's skirts to show off the cute white cotton panties we each wore underneath. We each kissed eachother and also rubbed our legs together. James laughed and laughed. My sister and I were really bonding. Next, to continue our little fashion show, we each went and changed into our new gym leotards for school, but we kept on our white tights and white panties underneath. We each came out and did a cute little dance routine, twirling and gyrating around. Then, we also did a few poses that were quite provocative, almost some fun stripperish moves !! Mom was a bit shocked and wanted to protest, but James let it go... "Black girls are usually a bit more bold than white girls," he explained. We each decided to model a few more outfits we had bought recently, and then mom said, "Tanisha, why don' you go and show us de' outfit you's gonna wear on yo' date wif DeShaun coming up." "Great idea mom," I said as I practically sprinted up to my bedroom to change. I darted up there as fast as I could in the heels I wore. I kicked off my heels, and then my black pantyhose and my little black dress. I kept on my white panties and then I pulled on a pair of darkly flesh-colored "brown sugar" pantyhose. These pantyhose conformed to the color of my body, but still were matted enough to let the world know you were wearing tights !! I then practically sighed with pleasure as I stepped into a sparkly hot- pink minidress, with long sleeves. This dress was so cute and I had been practically dying for an opportunity to wear it. I was so looking forward to having DeShawn seeing me in it. The dress was so low-cut, just below my crotch, and the cleavage was cut to an average depth. The dress showed off all of my hot-pantyhosed legs, which really was the main goal of this dress !! I then kicked on a pair of matching pink heels !! Before I went to present myself and twirl around for mom and James, I primped and preened in the mirror one more time, posing my sexy legs in tights. I looked hard at the sexy face of the black girl pouting back at me, and I studied her look closely. She was every inch the sexy, emerging, teenaged black girl. I particularly loved her smiley face, which showed off all her rows of bright white teeth !! And her white eyes were such a standout feature against the rest of her dark face. Her formerly male cheekbones were so prominent and really gave her face such a nice, round, and distinctively African appearance. And all of this was set off by the stunning, dynamic updo hairstyle with beads and braids... And best of all, she was all me !! There was no doubt that I was Tanisha. I took my time going down into the living room. I quietly slithered in, and did a few of my "dressed to kill" poses before looking a James not more than a bit seductively, as he relaxed on the couch. I wondered if he was liking what he was seeing from me? It didn't really matter... I just hoped that DeShawn liked the way I looked and moved !! It really made me think though that just a few months ago, I had sat on a couch as "Ryan" when my dad sauntered into our old living room; all dolled up as LaShaunda for the first time. I realized now how nervous he must have been, and the barrage of emotions that had surely been running through his head as he presented himself as a black woman to his sons for the first times. As I looked at my former father sitting on the couch, I felt a real empathy for him. It was crazy to think though that now I was basically in the same position as him. Even though he acted like he was enjoying himself, I wondered if he was secretly mortified at seeing his oldest son (his pride and joy), all dolled up as a black girl !! He was laughing and clapping along, but secretly perhaps he was appalled. Damn, I was doing it again... My old personality of "Ryan" was coming back and injecting doubts. And here I was posing and smiling in a tight minidress, but all I could do was over self-analyze myself. I stayed all dressed up though in my date outfit, and once some of the energy from the "fashion show" had started to dissipate, James announced he had an early morning and was going to bed. As my dad/mom didn't work and really had little that was productive to do anymore, she stayed up late and turned the TV on some women's talk show program that was on late-night cable. She stayed on the couch. After Ashanti went to bed, I came up to mom. I looked at her in a way and cleared my throat that kind of let her know that I wanted "Ryan" to temporarily reemerge to have a chat, and that I wanted to talk to my real dad. "Yeah, son, what is it?" "Ryan has been coming back." "Are you fo' real," said my dad, his now even-male identity blending in too much with LaShaunda. "Yeah dad," I said, "I guess I'm just a bit nervous about where all of this is going, long-term and stuff. I mean, it's crazy." "What, yo' mean like dates and goin' to school? Don't worry honey, you fit right in. And you's don't have to go out with any boys if you don't want to." (I felt a bit confused at the moment as even though I had sent the signal to dad that I wished to have a father-son chat, his LaShaunda intonation wasn't completely going away, and I still felt a bit like Tanisha was blending in with "Ryan" at that very moment. I wondered if this meant if we were making yet another progression towards being full- time females)? "Oh momma, I'm not nervous about that," I said as I gave her a hug and thought about what she said, "I'm just nervous about where all this is leading. I mean, my penis is the only part left of me that isn't all dyed and shit... I'm sorry to be so blunt, but it's just how I feel..." I collapsed and started sobbing. "Oh there there," she said, trying not to let my makeup run too much, "Yo's worry too much. And James said he'd never make you make any kind of permanent change that you didn't really want." "But that's the thing momma," I said, "I feel like I may have to make that change if I keep wantin' to be Tanisha... I mean, how can DeShawn like me if I am how I am down there?" "I am sure whatever guy likes my baby gurl will love her very much, and accept her for how she is." "Thanks momma," I said, "You know, I'm just not sure about anything right now. I feel like there is still a big part of me that wants to keep being Ryan." "Yeah, I know, but for now, it's all Tanisha, and it has to be that way for awhile since you's be starting school in a few days." The next day there was a mandatory pre-school event that all students had to attend for Dexter Collins; where we all just went and sat in the auditorium, met teachers, got a handbook, and that sort of thing. That morning, Ashanti and I got all dressed up in our school uniforms again. Mom drove us to the school and it was pretty cool to walk around and tour it. The gym was awesome and had lots of cool workout equipment, with Nautilus machines. I was really looking forward to getting to use it. It was also kind of a shock to me that most of the teachers and school- staff were black. I had never had a black teacher before as "Ryan," but they were all really nice and I felt comfortable with all of them. After we finished with the presentation and got to mill about, we saw Aiesha and Shawquanda, who were wearing the same identical school uniforms with white tights as we were. "Hey gurrrl," said Aiesha, waving at me. "I guess you aren't going back to being a boy this year," I said to her in quieted tones (so no one else would hear), with a giggle? "No, and I guess you aren't going back either," she said with a laugh, "It will be great to have another girlfriend here with us though. Ooh, yeah, and come sit with us at lunch, so you can meet everyone. Two other black girls I hadn't met before came up and introduced themselves as Denisha and Lana. They were both really pretty and I couldn't help thinking that had I been "Ryan," I might have been wanting to flirt with them (Even though if I had been "Ryan," I'd have probably been too shy and timid to so much as break the ice with one of these attractive girls). As of now, though, I was just one of the gaggle of black girls. As we chatted about silly things, DeShawn and a few of his guy friends came swaggering up to us... "Dayum girls, you's all be lookin' fine," he said in an exaggerated tone with a laugh, as he leered at us. "Ohh hush," replied Aiesha, mockingly. "Hey DeShawn," I said with a flutter. "Hey babygurrl," he replied, obviously zeroing in on me as I was pretty close to being his long term "steady" girlfriend... "We still on for tomorro' night," he asked? "You know it boo," I replied; with my ebonics intonation coming in effortlessly. I really did fit right in, and at moments like these I thought of myself only as "Tanisha," with Ryan completely vanishing. "Cool cool," he replied quite smoothly, "I'll pick yo' up at eight." He then ended the conversation quite flowingly and moved on with his bros. "Dayum gurl," said Denisha, "Yo's be datin' DeShawn? He's the finest stud in da' whole school. He plays football an' everything." "Yo's know it," I replied a bit sheepishly, "We's only been out a few times, though." "No wayyy, they's totally been all over each other at summer camp," Aiesha interjected gratuitiously. I was really a bit embarrassed now. "We's just like each other a bit," I said shyly. "Mo' den a bit," said Aiesha, laughing. Anyway, mom and came back and got me and Ashanti. It was crazy now though as I had a reputation as being the girlfriend of one of the hottest guys in the whole school !! What a change for Ryan !! Oh man, if I was back as Ryan, how could I ever live this down? However, what was done was done. I was being hurtled full-force into my new life as Tanisha !! We drove home and got out of the car. As it was one of the last free days of summer, I went out into the front yard for a bit. I usually stayed out of the front yard, because the back yard was enclosed and honestly I really did not want to have to talk to anyone I did not know and who might suspect me of not being a natural-born black girl. I also quite honestly did not want to talk to my mom again at the moment. I still loved her and missed her dearly, but I really did not want to have another extremely awkward conversation with her !! I went out into the front yard though and just stood around for a few minutes, kind of daydreaming. Then, I looked over and my birth mother came out onto her front porch... "Ryan," she said to me, calling me over... "Yeah mom," I replied, approaching her a bit gingerly. I still felt really self-conscious in front of her as I was wearing my girl's school uniform with white tights and mary-janes, but I still went over to. As usual, it still felt like a shock-to-the-system for her to be seeing me decked out as a black girl, but there was nothing I could do about it. I wanted so badly to be "Ryan" for her again at that moment, but it just wasn't possible and I was stuck in my girl's body. "How are you doing sweetie," she asked me, with a bit of sadness in her eyes? "Ok, I guess," I replied, "We have school starting soon." "I can see that," she replied, "giving me the complete eyeballing up and down as I wore my school uniform." "I'm doin' ok," I said, "All of these changes have just been so crazy, but we're adjusting." "I can't even imagine," she replied, "I just want you to know that I am so sorry. Listen, I don't care about anything else that happened or has happened, but I accept you completely. I know I was so harsh to you a few days ago, but I completely regret it and I'd love to move on." "Ok mom, thanks mom," I replied, giving her a hug. I was so glad because I felt like the key barriers had been cracked to her eventual acceptance of the new me. "And by the way," she asked, what should I call you now, "Ryan or 'Tanisha'? I mean, this is all so strange !! But what should I call you now? I am really just so shocked by all of this." "Tanisha is fine, mom." "I really wish I could still call you Ryan." "I think Tanisha would be for the best. You just can't call me Ryan. It sucks but I just am Tanisha right now." "Ok, Tanisha it is." "Yeah, I feel so bad too about it all, but I'm kind of stuck right now. But I don't mind if you call me Tanisha. I'm just glad we're talking again." "You can always come talk to me if you need to, Tanisha," she said, "I am just so sorry I wasn't there enough for you earlier. If I had been, none of this would have happened and you all would still be boys !!" "Being a black girl ain't so bad," I replied as I kept hugging her, "It just kind of happened, and I honestly don't even know how. It was like, we just woke up one day, and the next thing we knew we started changing and we had to dress up. I can seriously tell you it wasn't by choice, and at first it was definitely forced on us. You really just had to be there to see how it all happened... Basically, James and Charelle just showed up one day and laid down the new law. We're kind of getting used to being this way now though... But I'm not gay or anything (I guess now this last statement was a bald-faced lie !!)" "Can I ask you," she said, "Do you still feel like a guy underneath?" "Of course," I said, "I'm still a guy. Honestly, underneath this all, I'm still a guy." "Really," she said, now starting to weep, "I'm so glad my little man is still a guy." "Yeah, this is just temporary, still, I think," I reassured her. "We's just be livin' as black girls right now. It's actually happened before and other guys have done it." "I just feel so bad with all that has happened to you." "Thanks mom," I said, "But listen, I have to go. We have ballet class this afternoon and have to make it." "Ballet class," she gasped !! "My boys doing ballet." "Yeah mom," I replied, not more than a bit shyly, "We take ballet. We wear leotards and tights and everything !I" "Well I never would have imagined that my sons would become cute little ballerinas !!" "I know mom," I said, now feeling a bit more confident and happier that the conversation had been segued to another topic, "It is so crazy to be taking ballet, with all the other girls. It's fun though. Neither of us play any other sports anymore." "No more baseball," she asked me? "No, it would be kind of hard now," I laughed. "Can I come see your performance some time," she asked, with a giggle? "Of course," I said, "They're letting the parents observe the ballet class next week and sit in. You can come then. I'd love to have you there to support us. Oh yeah, and I also have to tell you though; Tommy, but we call her Ashanti now, is a lot more enthusiastic about being a black girl than I am. He's really into it. I just have to kind of give you a fair warning." "That is ok," she said, "I just really want to be there to support you guys or girls. You know, I still remember going to watch you guys play baseball and hockey. I never dreamed I'd see you two taking something like ballet !! Oh, I bet both of you are so cute in your tights and little outfits." "Yeah mom," I guess. "Oh well, I'll let you get going. It was so nice seeing you again," she said as she gave me another hug, "And I am so sorry." "Come and see dad sometime," I said. "I sure will," she replied, "And there are know hard feelings. The marriage just wasn't working out, to be honest with you. I think we both each needed something else. I think I needed a more assertive, dominant man; and clearly Dave needed someone else to take charge in the relationship. It just wasn't meant to be. I am just so sorry though that you guys had all the fall-out from this. You guys really should be living as men, not prancing around as little black girls." "It is what it is," I replied, "If we have to be girls for awhile, then so be it. I guess part of being a man is having to do things that you don't want to do. I suppose we just have to live as black women and play dress-up for awhile until things change." "Indeed," she said, "I just really hope that you all make the right choices as to who you want to be for the rest of your lives." "Ok, see ya mom !! I'll also tell you more about how this all first happened next time we talk." "Ok, see ya !!" I went inside and headed to my bedroom to change for ballet. I got into my pink ballet tights, but kept my same white panties on underneath. I then changed into my cute light-green leotard, and over this I wore a pair of "PINK" sweats from Victoria's Secret. I usually wore sweats to and from dance, just so no one would stare at my hosieried legs and so I wouldn't attract a lot of attention !! I also wore a pair of pink sneakers, but I had my ballet bag in hand; which had my pointe shoes and ballet slippers, as well as two spare pairs of tights and an extra leotard. I also had a few other accessories in there like a pink headband with which to wear my hair up. Between my ballet bag and my regular purse, I was really getting used to carrying around a lot of feminine accessories and cosmetics !! Such is the life of a regular feminine girl !! Ashanti was also dressed in a pink leotard and white tights, and she came down also ready to go to ballet. She usually did not wear sweats over her tight ballet outfit, though, as I really think that she enjoyed everyone checking her out and seeing what she was wearing !! I couldn't say I blamed her as she was really a pretty black girl, with slender and fit physical build, and with thin and toned legs. She also had that natural dancer's attitude, and I think she really wanted everyone to know what she was all about... (and the fact that she was adapting so well to her new female identity was a key component too). On the other hand, I was more of a curvy girl, so at times I can't say I wanted all of the guys ogling my big butt in my leotard and tights. I'd usually just stay a bit covered up going to and from the studio, but then dance the ballet class in only my tight-fitting dance gear. I didn't really want to walk around all over the place though in just what was basically a swimsuit and pantyhose !! Anyway, mom drove us to ballet. On the ride over, I told her all about how former-mom Christine had talked to me and said she had an interest in watching us dance and having a relationship again. "Whattt," said mom, somewhat shocked? "Yeah mom," I said, "She was upset at first, but then she seemed to get pretty cool about it all." "I dunno, I guess I'm also still getting over it all," said dad, quietly. "And also, if mom comes around, we gotta make up an excuse for who she is, as her bein' the momma of two black girls ain' gonna fly, especially wif' James's situation an' all !!" "Yeah, I know, " I said, "But we can talk to James about it an' all an' think of something. I really miss mom." "Yeah, I know, me too," said LaShaunda, "I'll go and talk to her soon." "Good." "I think it would be so cool if she gets to see us dance," I said. At ballet it felt like a really good workout to go through all the warmups, stretching, moves, and poses. It was hard work though. When the teacher called out one position after another, sometimes it was a struggle to keep up, but then most of the other girls also had hard times of their own, and really no one was "perfect" at all the moves. Admittedly, Ashanti was far more of a natural than I was. She was also so graceful and seemed to effortlessly learn the routines . I also heard the teacher say on more than one occasion that Ashanti was the best girl in the class. On the other hand, because of my body-type I did't think I had a serious chance of becoming a ballerina, but I was more just here for fitness and fun. I also really did enjoy learning the dances. I felt such a pride and accomplishment from learning a complicated routine and then executing it. And also, I hate to admit it, but my legs felt great in the pink tights, and it was fun to wear such a cute outfit and prance around with a bunch of other cute black girls who were all dressed similarly. After each class, I also felt less and less like a "fish out of water" with all the other black girls in leotards and tights, and mentally I was becoming one of them in every single way. As "Ryan," I would have loved to have gone out with any of the other girls in my ballet class, but of course now I was just one of them, and any male urges like that wer e on the back-burner. As I arabesqued and jeted in my leotard and tights, I was honestly thinking more about my date tomorrow night with DeShawn, and what I might even do with him !! (I have to admit that earlier I had also had more than a few "wet dreams" about DeShawn and some other boys, after which each one had honestly left me even more confused about my sexuality than I had been until this point.) I also really enjoyed watching Danielle, the white girl, in class, and I loved hanging out with her. One of the great things about my new life was that I really got to interact with Danielle more, even if I couldn't ask her out. She was also a great dancer and often times it would be me and her partnering together for various exercises on the floor. I loved dancing with her and sometimes I even got to get up close to her body, and my legs in tights would rub against her legs; or I'd put my hands on her slender leotarded torso. These were all really nice feelings, but confused , repressed, and perverted in the worst ways; as I was functioning as a black girl and not as a guy. She danced with me as if I was a girl and it was just all a lot of fun (more than I can explain In full at the moment). We'd laugh and giggle, and one time she even playfully grabbed one of my black boobs joking about how big they were (when all us girls were comparing breast sizes in one random moment after class). I still crushed torridly and terribly on Danielle, but my interaction with her was solely as her best-friend-forever "Tanisha," with Ryan never emerging to express any possible heterosexual interest in her. I kept daydreaming through dance class, going through the moves but mostly thinking about my repressed masculinity against my budding femininity at the same time - I really was attracted to Danielle and enjoyed interacting with her, and mentally pursuing my schoolboy crush on her....But honestly, half of the time I thought about pursuing anything "sexual" with her like taking her out on a date, the mental image of DeShawn jumped into my head (I was so attracted to him too!!)... For example, I'd dream I was taking charge and making out with Danielle in the back seat of my car, and stroking her long blonde hair, but then I could not get the scenes out of my head of DeShawn taking charge of me; fondling my large boobs and playing tounge-tag with mine. I loved how assertive he always was. And then I'd start thinking about the times I went down on him, but at those times I was just doing what any natural- born black girl would do. It was the thing I'd want Danielle to do to me, but instead I was giving it out... I thought about how the first time I went down on DeShawn, I had been in the toilet puking up afterwards, but at the same time I had really enjoyed it. The next time I got better and better at it, and it was the most natural thing in the world. It was just like taking in a large, veiny, throbbing sausage; and it felt so right for my new identity and emerging sexuality. The third time I did it, I didn't gag at all and even swallowed it. I was also getting really good at focusing on the underside and making it all "happen" very efficiently (after all I'd done it with my hand so many times on myself). I couldn't wait to do it again tomorrow night !! Dammit, I was daydreaming again as I did a weak pirouette in the center of ballet class. I caught a glimpse of myself in the large classroom mirror, and saw my muscular and thick black legs in all of their glory in my pink ballet tights. The tights and leotard clung perfectly to my smooth and flat crotch, showing off every inch and line of my smooth feminine silhouette. My big boobs bounced up and down as I twirled around. I was every inch the most perfect young woman. "Tanisha, focus," said Shanice, "get your back leg up for the pirouette !!" I found my concentration again and next did three perfect spins on my next gallop across the dance floor. Anyway, after what was otherwise a great class besid;s my rampant daydreaming, my teacher Shanice pulled me aside and had a chat with me... "You know, Tanisha, you really are a great dancer." "Really," I replied, thinking I was just mediocre. "No, really," she said, "You really have picked it up so well." "Thanks," I replied. "Listen," she said, "I know you probably have started to late to ever seriously think about professional dancing. But let me ask you, have you ever thought about teaching?" "Teaching," I asked? "You know, ballet, tap, and jazz... You could be a great teacher. You have such a natural way about you, and the younger students all look up to you." "I don't know," I said, "I never really thought about it before, and dance is just a hobby to me." "Listen," she said, "The beginner class starts in an hour, and you could help me teach it. You could get a feel for it, just helping the younger girls go through the motions and all of that. You can learn from me and before too long, you'll be able to teach all levels. And I am always really looking for more instructors, especially someone who could handle the beginner classes so that I am freed up to work with the more advanced students." "Ummm, ok, I'll do it," I replied. Honestly, this was a bolt from the blue. I had never even thought about possibly teaching before, or even having a career in dance. However, if I had another job or obligation as "Tanisha," then this may be another nail-in-the-coffin for me ever returning to being "Ryan." I agreed that I would help teach the class, and I was honestly kind of looking forward to it. The younger black girls came in, all dressed in leotards and tights, and they were all so cute as they went through their moves. I had a great time helping them and dancing along to the bouncy music. It almost made me wish that I could have started my own path a bit earlier in life, so that I'd have experience as a younger black girl and have been able to do the cute recitals. The little girls also all looked up to me. Shanice went through all the main moves and I just helped the girls along making sure that they were kind of doing the moves right. It was all about fun and not that technical, but I was more than capable of it and for some reason I felt so comfortable in this role. I began to really think that I could actually teach dance and gradually learn enough to do it viably. Working with the girls also brought out this strange new feeling in me... I thought and thought a couple of times about what it might be like to have kids of my own, and be the gentle nurturing mother to them. This was obviously quite different than anything I had contemplated before, as until last year I would have just assumed that I would be the father of any prospective children I'd have. I had been passing all of the tests as a girl that were being thrown at me. As the days went on, I was constantly getting pushed more-and-more out of my comfort zone, but these experiences made me more comfortable as "Tanisha" and really built up my new identity. I was also now seeing my new future ahead as "Tanisha" as well. As I danced around in my leotard and tights, I realized just how much my old life was getting muscled out of the way. The world now saw me as a black girl, and I was being expected to live as such. The next day, I knew I had my date with DeShaun that night, and the whole house was actually a bit abuzz knowing I had my date coming up. Ashanti taunted me a bit with the usual stuff; "DeShawn and Tanisha sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G !!" "Ashanti, stop dat," said mom, "DeShaun is a very nice boy. I felt a bit embarrassed but there was nothing I could do. "You're going to be old enough to go out very soon," my mom cautioned to Ashanti. This shut her up a bit. "No way I'm gonna be dating yuck y boys." "Of course you will," said mom, "You're about to hit those 'special changes' like Tanisha is having." "We'll see," she pouted. I knew Ashanti was just hiding it a bit, as she obviously was having her first crushes at age 14, but she was probably still very shy about admitting them !! And she had danced with a few other boys when we had gone to the rap concert and to the church dance/social. There was also no denying that Ashanti was definitely "emerging" into her own as a very attractive young woman; growing larger breasts, wider hips, and that hourglass figure. She was definitely catching the eye of a lot of boys, and I had seen more than a few look in her direction when they could furtively cast a glance. Anyway, before my date, and as a treat, mom was taking me and Ashanti out for a day of shopping and for us to get our nails done. We stopped at Pauline's and each of us were treated to long acrylic fake nails, which covered up our old basic-boy fingernails. Now, we each had totally feminine black hands !! It was pretty cool to watch Ayumi (Pauline's assistant) take her time and glue the long hot-pink nails (which would match my dress for tonight) onto my fingernails, and watch each finger develop a totally feminine tip. Of course, having these new fingernails was seriously going to stop me from doing any serious working out, sports, or even push-ups. In gym-class, for example, I'd probably have to sit there or move very gingerly or demurely, and I couldn't do anything that strenuous or else I'd break a nail. I'd just have to sit there and look happy as the boys got rough-and-tumble. This was ok though, and I didn't mind. I actually liked having the long nails. They would force me to always move in an even more gingerly and feminine way (in addition to what I usually had to put up with in a skirt and heels, which really restricted my gait.) I looked over to see mom getting bright red nails, and my sister getting purple ones. We then spent the day shopping and had a great time eating at KFC in the food court. As we ate and laughed and talked, no one would have had any idea that we were anything other than three natural-born black females. Also, I realized that as we laughed and ate, we were all having a lot of fun, and this was one of the best family-bonding days we had ever had. I figured it could have been because we all were just so happy in our new lives and we had a lot to talk about. Ashanti did keep chiding me about DeShawn, but mom explained again to her that she'd probably have her own boyfriend very soon, and she explained more changes of puberty that would surely happen to her. I think Ashanti was a bit taken aback (especially as she had spent most of her life as a boy), but honestly I think she was far more receptive to all of this changing than I had been. By the time we got home. It was time for me to get changed for my date. I practically darted up the stairs to jump into my pantyhose and my dress. "Do you need any help sweetie," my mom called up to me? "Yeah, could you help me get my pantyhose on," I asked her whimperingly, with a hint of feminine helplessness in my voice? Even though I had pulled on my pantyhose many times, I still figured it would be something we could enjoy together, for mom to come and get the pantyhose on her daughter. I sat on my bed in just my pink underwear, when mom came into my room. She rolled my brown-sugar hose up into a ball and put them up one lower-leg, and then the other, as I sat on the bed; and then I stood up and she pulled them wigglingly up over my big hips. She then smoothed out my pantyhose and pulled them tightly up, with the waistband almost up to my mammoth black boobs. The gusset of the pantyhose came right to the front of the flat part of my big pink panties, with my underwear visible through the nylon material, but no hint of my penis bulge in sight !! "Thanks mom," I said as she adjusted my pink panties through my tights, "I just really like this pair of pantyhose and I didn't want to run them, especially with my sharp new nails." "mmm mmm," she said, "Well, it is probably always better to have help putting on pantyhose, so you don't have to go buy another pair." The pantyhose felt so smooth and cold, but they made my legs look so nice and long. Mom then took a matching pink bra and clasped it over my big boobs. The bra really fit well and was one of my favorite ones. Mom then grabbed the tight sparkly pink minidress that had been hanging in the place of honor on my closet door. She took the dress and had me step into it, and then she pulled it up over me and zipped up the back. "Thanks mom, I really appreciate it." I looked in the mirror at me in all my dressed and pantyhosed glory !! "I just can't believe I'm helping my little girl get ready for a date," said my mom as she let out a sniffle... "And DeShawn seems like a really great boy," "Yeah mom, he is. I'm so excited." "mmm, mmm, so where's you's goin?" "Just a little dance club... It's an under-18's place downtown. Sizzlers." "mmm mmm." "Don't worry mom, it's chapereoned." "Well," she said, "I just don't want you's gettin' in any trouble." "Oh mom, don't worry, I'm sixteen now. And by the way, I want to get my license sooner rather than later." "I know, it's just that with all these changes it's been kind of hard to get out there, but you'll take your driving test soon." "Thanks mom." Mom helped touch up my makeup, and then as I got some final things ready she left the room and went down to sit on the couch to await my "grand entrance." I put on my gold necklace and did one final primp in the mirror to check myself. I was every inch a beautiful black woman !! I wasn't just "emerging" anymore, but Tanisha was totally here. I was living this amazing new life and ready to go out with a guy.. I came downstairs into the living room, taking very slow steps in my pink heels and looking almost seductively at James and mom. "Oh my, you are so radiant and beautiful," said James, who was definitely admiring his black-female creation that he had so painstakingly developed (me !!) I was indeed totally a black girl as I slithered and took demure steps down the stairs. I had seen in movies so many times where the beautiful girl comes down the stairs taking slow steps, and all dolled up in her prom- dress to greet her date; and now that girl was me. I was totally coming into my own. I got down the stairs and did another twirl for mom, James, and Ashanti. Mom clapped and applauded for me. Then, there was a knock at the door, and DeShawn answered and greeted us. He was wearing a smart but colorful shirt, and khaki trousers. I ran over to give my date a big hug. He stepped into the living room and I swooned in his arms; looking up longingly into the eyes of my strong, male protector. I was ever y inch his hot black girlfriend. He looked back at me with a big smile on his face, and he held me in his strong arms. I was limp and helpless like a leaf, but I just smiled and gazed back at him for what seemed like a minute of holding the most intense bond across some intense eye-contact. I kicked one heeled leg back up behind me in a very demure manner, another sign of the feminine role I was taking. Eventually though, I formally introduced DeShawn to the family, and James came and gave him a hearty handshake. "Take care of my little girl," he said to him, "And have her back by 11." "Yes sir," he replied. Ashanti thought it was kind of funny how obviously I swooned right with DeShawn, but she knew that her "turn" would come before too long, so she just snickered a bit as DeShawn gave me a bit of a peck on the cheek. "You look beautiful tonight, Tanisha," he said to me, gazing into my eyes once again. "Ohh thank you," I blushed. I was so clearly the feminine and submissive one. Every single thing had me pegged as the feminine girl in our dating, with DeShawn as the controlling but gentle man. For some reason at this time I felt so conscious about the cold pantyhose I was wearing, feeling every square centimeter of the hose on my legs, as the tights so clearly marked me as the girl, while DeShawn got to wear trousers and a smart shirt. He took one hand and stroked my pantyhosed leg, coming up almost to the hemline of my dress !! I could tell that this night was going to be intense. He gave me a deep look that seemed to signal "something big is coming later." Mom and James got their cellphones out and liberally snapped pics of me and DeShawn together as a couple. I just smiled and we held hands. We were every inch the young black couple. I looked at all the pics they took, and all I saw was "Tanisha;" the dark skinned black girl together with her studly boyfriend. Tanisha's bright eyes and wide-rows of teeth were the main things that stood out against her beautiful dark ebony skin. "Well, you kids gots to get goin, or you'll miss your date," said James. We headed out and mom watched as her pride and joy got into her boyfriend's car. I wondered what might have been running through her head right at that second, seeing her genetically-male offspring more than willingly get into the car with a black boy who was so dominant, muscular, and surely very well endowed (DeShawn was easily a foot taller than me, and he could swing me around like a little reed) !! My old father would have been horrified at the situation, but how things had changed !! It was as if we were completely on the flip-side-of-the-coin of life.