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"But Mum!!!!!!" That phrase which brings a pit in the stomach of every mother. A nasal whine that comes almost automatically from a child's lips almost as soon as it starts to speak, when it wants to get its own way. The same emotional cry whether the child be six, sixteen or eighteen as today. This morning, a pretty petite teenage girl sits at the breakfast table across from her mother. A nice spring day and a now single mother with her child are on the patio, finishing breakfast and coffee. A pile of books stand beside the girl ready for her to take off to college. Wednesday mornings were so nice when the daughter had a late lecture so mother and daughter could spend a little more time together Once more the cry to get noticed. But Muummmm!! After nearly eighteen years of motherhood, the woman knew the rules of parenthood, one must not give in. She had to be firm. This type of parent versus child battle had been going over a hundred times over the intervening years in this household alone and would go on many more before her charge flew the nest. Her eyes moved up from her coffee cup to acknowledge her offspring's presence. A deep supressed sigh, knowing what was coming, yet again. A knowing what had to be overcome. No surrender to a child's selfish yet pointless desires and tantrums. The adult sipped her coffee, no rush to answer. A Normal everyday conversation in the daily battle of wills between mother and teenage daughter, repeated in households all over the world over the centuries, very normal. Or is this particular household so normal? A wag of a stern finger. "Now child, don't be silly, you know nice girls say Mummy, not Mum, like some ruffian, rude boy." "But Mummy, I have had enough, I don't want to be a girl anymore!" "Now don't be silly dear, you know the nice doctor said its best whilst you still have your 'Little Swellings', that you dress girly and be one of the girls, it helps you to fit in and stops the boys laughing at you." A calculated 'put down' that would hold the flow of angst momentarily. A grumpy pouty face on the pretty girl at the breakfast table, glaring angrily at her mother. The girl was obviously under some stress as shown by her strained face. "But Mummy, it's going on so long. I don't want to wear Bras', dresses and heels anymore, and I want my hair cut short again, Please?" An inward amusement that her child didn't complain about her pretty panties as well, an improvement at least. "Of course you can get your hair cut at any time, and I think your old things are in the Garage if they still fit. The doctor said it was your choice" The girl brightened up at the hope of getting her own way, but these prospects were quickly dashed. "Just remember dear, the way you used to come home crying from the teasing from the boys about your 'Little Swellings' when they started to appear. You were very brave and held out very well, but when the itching started and the doctor suggested a training bra, you found it helped, but then the girls at school teased you as well also the boys wanted to have a feel, like nasty boys do. The doctor explained the options and that you might find life easier living like a girl for a little while till your problems went away, you agreed to try. I am very proud of the brave way you have handled it. I know it has been difficult for you, but you have handled it well. I was very worried for you for a while, when as a teenage boy you were coming home crying every night from the teasing and bullying all the time, I hated seeing you so unhappy. However, since you have tried out the nice Doctor's suggestion you haven't been bullied at all, and you seem a little happier, I have seen you laughing and giggling with the girls. You seem to fit in well with the girl's in your class and the boys no longer torment you, and I suspect they fancy you. It's your choice of course, if you want to go back to being teased and bullied you can, alternatively it might be easier to accept your new pretty life a little longer, at least till your 'Little Swellings' go down. I wouldn't like to see you upset as you were then, maybe it's better to continue for just a little longer." The girl was now near to tears. "But Mummy, they are still growing, those pills aren't working I am now a full 'A' cup and my nipples still itch." The concerned Mother smiled gently and patted her daughter's hands, "I know dear and I have a feeling we need to go for another fitting soon, possibly a 'B' Cup would be more comfortable, so you don't itch. I noticed some red marks when you took off your bra last night. Now as for the little pills, the doctor said it might take a while to work. For teenage boys with your hormonal imbalance problem. She says it takes time and after all she has put you on stronger pills, you are taking them twice a day, now aren't you?" "Yes Mummy, but I feel funny after the injections she gave me at the last visit. Please let me see another doctor, I am sure it's not working right" "Now don't be silly dear, she is an endocrinologist and a specialist in teenagers with hormonal problems, she has convinced me it is needed for you and working just right" An inward smile of what each member of this little family thought what was right. "But it's been over a year now and my hair is so long and I haven't shaved for months" A smiling proud mother looks on. "Your hair is just fine, and since the visit to my hairdressers, the light perm has given you lovely light curls. You haven't complained about being laughed at for looking like a half boy, half girl for over six months now. Now its half way down your back it looks so lovely, and since Susie coloured it you look much prettier, being blonde suits you. As for not shaving, that must be a relief to you, I always thought it a nasty messy thing for males to do, and taking up so much time in the mornings. You have to admit, that cr?me the doctor gave you for your face has also cleared up all those silly teenage pimples you were always complaining about. You are getting so good with your makeup, and your foundation goes on so much more smoothly now, not shaving leaves you much more time for your cosmetics in the morning." Thinks ~ stupid child, if her son had only read the label he would have known, that regular use of the hormone cream destroyed the follicles, even if the so called 'Little Swellings' went down and he returned to trousers, there would be no more shaving for this child, ever. The child had complained at the leg waxing most girls use for smooth legs under their hose. The child said it preferred electrolysis and laser treatment that had been expensive, but the now hairless legs arms and body would be a permanent reminder to the child for the rest of its life of its time in skirts. The sill thing didn't realise that of laser treatment was permanent, now even if the 'Little Swellings' were allowed to go down, as the child wanted so much. Little was left of a boyish body, it was smooth now, even down to the removal of the little bush between the legs that the silly boy was so once proud of, never to return again. The old boyish clothes in the garage would hardly fit anymore either. A plaintive cry, "I don't want to be blonde, I don't want wear dresses and heels anymore." Tears were welling up behind the long eyelashes, carmined and freshly glossed lips quivered. A tantrum was near and had to be quickly averted. A concerned mother got up and went around the table to give her pretty offspring a big comforting hug. "Now dear, be reasonable, Mummy is not teasing you, she is here to help. I know it is not easy, but you have to think of the alternatives. You know the judge said, one more silly teenage prank and you would have a prison sentence. Everyone is fed up with you smoking pot, and taking cars and generally being a nuisance in the town, that graffiti incident was the last straw. Your probation officer told you what life would be like in jail for a small soft boy like you amongst the serious offenders. And that was before your 'Little Swellings' started, you wouldn't last five minutes with the hard criminals and rapists, in Jail as you are now." A small body heaved with sobbing. But a caring mother had a job to do to bring control. She held her child close in a big motherly hug, until the sobbing slowed. "Now dear don't get upset, life has some advantages, you have been accepted into college now, whereas before they wouldn't accept you, and you know what the job market is like, with no qualifications you would have ended up flipping burgers or waiting at a caf? even if they would have accepted you. Would you prefer to be unemployed?" "But I wanted to study accountancy", was the plaintive cry "I know dear, but your grades were not good enough you didn't study hard enough, and it's not my fault that the only place left was for the Cosmetology and Fashion course. I think the pretty sun dress you wore to the interview swung the offer of a place at college." A swift change of subject to keep the new girls mind off her male past. "In fact, you look so pretty today, is that a new mascara you are wearing? Have you a date with Tom after college?" A fluttering of long eyelashes below finely plucked eyebrows and a blush of embarrassment at being complimented on the young girl's cute looks. "Please Mummy don't tease me?" "Silly girl, I am not teasing you I am complimenting you, as any proud mother would of her pretty daughter. I am so glad you are making an effort nowadays." "Please when we see the doctor next week, ask her for something else as a treatment, this is going on so long and I don't want to be a girl anymore, can we see someone else and get a second opinion." A smile that could be just motherly concern or slightly cruel. "We will see dear, I had forgotten your appointment next week, thank you for reminding me. You are taking the pills regularly twice a day as she told you? We can ask Dr Kylie about other treatments, but she is the only specialist in the area for your type of problems. I don't know why you are complaining, I thought you were getting more comfortable in your new role, you seem to get on with the other girls at school, and Tom seems so keen on you." "That's another thing Mummy, I don't want a boyfriend. You forced me to go out with him." "Well he did ask you out, it would have been rude not to accept and you seem to get on well together. You were kissing and cuddling from your first date" "MUM, we don't get on well, he forces himself on me, we weren't kissing and cuddling, he was kissing me. When you caught us on the doorstep, I couldn't get away, he had my arms trapped, "Yes dear I know he is so much bigger than you, even in your heels, it's so sweet that you only just come up to his shoulder in your highest heels, but I didn't hear you complaining that night when he brought you home after your first date, you could have fought him off, a girl has a right to say no" "I don't understand it Mummy, we go to the gym together, yet he is putting on weight and muscle and I am losing weight, I can't fight him off, he is so strong and forceful, he won't take no for an answer" A knowing smile, what an idiot, just like its father, never understanding anything. At the gym, Tom goes into the male section and lifts weights, whilst her new daughter joins the girls in tights, leotard, ballet slippers and does stretching exercises aimed at subtleness, to achieve a small waist and flat stomach. What did the na?ve child expect? However, the gym did seem to be having a positive effect as shown by the girls now sylphlike figure." "But Dear, your figure is getting no nice, neat and trim, even Susie said she was envious. What dress size did you say you are you down to now?" A guilty half whispered answer, "The last dress I bought was size ten, but this skirt is size eight, Mummy." "Wow, that's two dress sizes to size ten since you started wearing skirts, you must be as proud as any girl would at such a neat figure. Size Eight as well, that's a models size, you must be the envy of the other girls. What a shame you have your fathers build. You are pretty enough to be a model, but they need to be at least 5ft 11inches, remind me how tall are you?" Another guilty whisper. "But Mummy, don't rub it in, you know how tall I am, I can't help my height, I am 5 ft 5 inches." "Huh, don't pull that on me, Dr Kyle measures you at each visit. You are only 5ft 3inches, you might just make 5ft 5 with your pretty hair piled up in a bun or in your heels. Remind me again, how tall is Tom?" "Stop it Mum, you know how tall he is, he is six foot three, I seem to have stopped growing, it's not fair." "Now don't be silly, Mummy is just taking an interest, you two look so good together, you slim, petite and so fair with your tumbling blond hair. He so tall, dark and muscular. You make a lovely couple together; a mother couldn't want for more. You may not make a model but you are really pretty and have good legs, better than many girls in heels. You mustn't feel guilty about your attractive looks. No wonder Tom wants to kiss you all the time, it's natural for a boy to want an attractive girl in his arms, you of all people must understand that. When I saw you two together last, you were not complaining and didn't seem to resist when he lifted you up." "Yuck, I felt sick, he had his tongue in my mouth, I couldn't speak, his hand was in my hair forcing my mouth on his, I couldn't complain or get away. I hate it when he lifts me up so easily, I feel silly and weak, especially when his hand feels up my skirt. Motherly concern again, "Now dear its natural for a boy to want to kiss a pretty girl, you must know that from your past. If you resist you might expose your cover to the other girls. All your friends want boyfriends and you must fit in, its best if you let him kiss, you it can't be that bad. I liked it when a handsome boy kissed me, and it is natural for boys to feel up our skirts, especially if we wear short skirts. You never have been big and strong, and I know you would like to be carrying girls around in your arms, but try and accept you can't, at least try until your 'Little Swellings' go down. It's for the best you know." Please Mummy this diet isn't helping me. I hate salads all the time when Tom eats steak and chips, I feel so frail in his presence." "Now you are being silly, Michelle, I mean that nice Dr Kyle, has explained this to you more than once. With your hormone imbalance, meat and carbohydrates are not helping you get better. The diet she has given you is helping clear your skin up after all, your spots have gone already, and that silly tummy you had has gone. You look so much slimmer and fitter with perfect skin. Now be a dear please and get Mummy another cup of coffee, we have time before you go to college. A pout of a teenager who naturally resents having to do things around the house, but the girl took her mother's cup and rose, walking across the wooden planks of the patio, her heels clicking. The adult watched her daughter and the way she now walked easily in heels, her hips swaying with her newly developing curves on hips and rear. A small breeze threatened to lift the girl's short floaty skirts, but it was just enough to show very lacy stocking tops. A smile, this was unusually brave, almost flirting for her erstwhile son who hated stockings, to choose voluntarily such fine hosiery to wear to College just for lectures. A smile of pleasure and satisfaction at how natural every little movement was becoming, but what had come over her daughter today? Something was new, most strange in her sexy choice of dress and makeup just for college. A contented adult sat back in the early morning sun and thought how good life was becoming. No more trouble with the law and what luck meeting up with Michelle Kyle after all these years, just after the last court case where her son nearly went to prison and as a mother she was at her lowest ebb, with worry. She and Michelle and been to University together but had lost touch over the intervening years. Over a glass of wine they caught up with their now very different lives, she had eventually broken down and told Michelle of her troublesome son explaining that she was at her wits end and a single widowed mother struggling to cope. Michelle had been very understanding of her old friend's plight, and disapproving of the young male's actions and attitudes, which the professional Doctor put down to teenage hormonal excesses, combined with an inferiority complex natural amongst smaller males who tried to compensate for their lack of stature by breaking the rules and showing off. She smiled as she listened to the learned and experienced Doctor, remembering back to their Uni days, Michelle had always been a bit of a man hater. Now she was Dr. M Kyle a specialist in Endocrinology and was offering to help an old friend. It had taken two or three meetings and long lunches, with copious wine consumed between the two women before Michelle had persuaded acceptance of her proposal to tame the wayward child. The first step was of persuading the troubled mother to get her wayward son to visit her. It had seemed so dramatic, but initially Michelle said her treatment would just calm the boy, which it did quickly and for the first two months his mother was so pleased just with a calmer household. All it took was some little white powder in his morning orange juice. It was only when the 'Little Swellings' started and the boy complained about itching nipples, that Michelle, told the unsuspecting mother of her full plan for the boy. Natural maternal shock was tampered with the already better life at home, it was a lack of tantrums and male aggression that persuaded her to go along with the Doctor's suggestion to move to the next stage. To the distraught and lonely widow, DR Kyle seemed so strong, powerful, assertive and intelligent. How could a mother resist the option of a calmer life, and an offspring not in jail? A visit to the Doctor, some simple tests and a diagnosis of a hormonal imbalance started the child on a slippery slope. The pills and cr?me for the acne seemed straightforward to the youth worried by his 'Little Swellings' he desperately wanted to hide. The downward spiral had been started. By the time the itching had started and Bra was suggested, there would be no more tearaway behaviour from this child. Plain with cotton training bras helped the itching, but a little increase in the swellings needed a 32AA bra which oddly seemed to only come in pinks and blues with lots of lace, but after some arguments, a trial at home proved for them to be more comfortable and stop the swollen nipples itching against sweaters and shirts. The slippery slope to femininity had been started on. If the appearance of Michelle and her professional skills had been timely, the arrival of Tom was a godsend. Who would have thought he would fall for her new daughter? The sound of heels returning, two steaming fresh brewed cups of coffee, a dutiful daughter placed the cups on the table with a natural feminine dainty dip of her hips, knees naturally together and back held straight. The girl naturally smoothed her skirt under her lap in a fluid motion as she sat in a graceful movement which was now natural to the girl after nearly a year in skirts. The deportment classes were well worth the money. Mother looked pleased, everything was so natural and feminine, the way she walked with a straight back and so fluidly in heels, she sat with knees together and ankles crossed. Looking at the girl across the table and how she unconsciously slipped a finger inside her blouse to adjust an errant slipping bra strap. Innocuous little things that a watching boy would find so sexy, but totally automatic to a girl. Mother looked up, "now where were we dear? Ah yes we were talking about your weight. Dr Kyle has told you repeatedly not to worry about the weight loss, its normal in cases like this as the hormones balance out." "But Mummy, I have a waist and hips now! I look like a girl. I didn't ask Tom to kiss me on that first date or since. I don't encourage him, honest." Mmmmm, back to Tom again, he did seem to appear large in the girl's tiny little mind. A small giggle. "Oh yes, he said he liked the taste of your lipstick, I seem to remember. But you seem to have moved on from that first date. I have seen you sitting on his lap with his hand on your thigh pushing up your skirt, you didn't seem to be complaining or stopping his hand. Your hands were around his neck at the time and your head was lying on his shoulder. Wasn't it on your third date I caught you and he on the sofa. He had his hand inside your blouse and your hand was inside his trousers?" "Oh God you saw that. I am so ashamed." "Don't worry, I closed the door quietly as I saw you were both busy, a mother was young once remember, I know what it is like to be on a date. You don't have to be ashamed, girls your age are curious to find out what their boyfriends have to offer, in their trousers. By the way, did your nipples rise as he played with your little swellings like real girl would? That can be so much fun for us girls when boys touch us there." "Nooooo Mummy it wasn't like that, he was getting so insistent, I only touched him there to stop him feeling up my skirt, it was for my own protection, I didn't want to, it was horrid holding that thing, he forces me to touch it, I don't like it." Now dear, "Me thinks you do protest too much, I saw the pictures of you at the party the other week. You were being swung around, lying in Tom's arms, you looked so petite compared to him. Also, you were showing a lot of leg as your skirt flew up around your waist and you didn't seem at all embarrassed about it, in fact you seemed to be giggling with your arms around his shoulders. I could see in the other boy's eyes that they showed distinct appreciation at the girly charms you were showing as he swung you round. You seemed happy and there certainly didn't seem any reluctance to kiss Tom then, in fact you seemed to be flirting with all the boys." "But Mummy, it was all an act, it was expected of me to act that way, I had to protect myself as a girl. I was expected to be like that with my so-called boyfriend. Otherwise they might suspect me of not being 100% female. I didn't want to be lifted up like that, or show my undies, or be kissed. Honest Mummy. He is so big and strong Mummy, I can't fight him off, I do try, really." A satisfied mother restrained her satisfaction and smile to within herself, trying to keep, a straight face. She was now completely convinced that the inner confusion within her new daughter was working to their advantage just as that nice Doctor Kyle said it would. Losing so much weight and strength must be confusing to a teen boy who now looked very unmanly now even without feminine clothes. It must be humiliating to be lifted and controlled so easily by another boy of similar age. A small giggle, now let's see how the brat enjoyed being a strong male's plaything and submitting to males needs when aroused, rather than being the scourge of the girls as in his lost male past. Let him see what it is like to be on the receiving end of male lust and desires. As a mother with experience and fond memories of being a young girl herself once, she knew well from her dating days, the needs and primal urges of young teenage males. Now her erstwhile son would fulfil many of his wildest previous dreams of what girls can do when with a boy, but now he would experience all this from the girl's side all with an expected submissiveness that a stronger and bigger partner expects of a girl. As a responsible parent, she wasn't overly worried about her offspring's bewilderment it was to be expected at this stage. Months of wearing girls' clothes and acting like a girl was having an effect on the child's psyche as well as her body and appearance. Every morning looking in the mirror told of the attractive beauty that was developing. The comments and acclaim of the other girls helped and she was sure her daughter couldn't help liking the attentions and compliments of the boys, even if it was uncomfortable to whatever small amount of manliness that remained inside its confused mind. The little pills she was taking for her 'Little Swelling's' would by now be causing such confusions as the opposing male and female hormones battled within her body and affecting her tiny little mind. The intimacy with a male would be a problem for her little brain to accept for a while to come, but there were plans to solve this to with time. The mother suspected the inner dilemma of dating a boy was already being forcibly overcome by her daughter's new boyfriend whether she liked it or not, resistance in his arms was futile to the petite miss. Confusion was a useful tool for keeping her offspring off balance and out of trouble. No matter what, the cost, this concerned mother couldn't let her offspring go to jail, or back to its old rebellious ways. The mother wondered if her ex-son already got as much pleasure when its 'Little Swellings' were touched as any real girl would, did his nipples now rise and swell with excitement? Did he get the same breath-taking tingling through his body when a boy played with his freshly engorged nipples? She made a note to herself to ask the doctor next time they met, surly after taking female hormones for a year there should be some natural girly feelings running though the sweet little body. A big motherly smile. "Now dear, you have obviously gone a long way beyond just kissing, and it is not unusual for boys to want their girlfriends to touch them down there, they like us to touch them, they seem to like it. All of us girls are expected to after a few dates. Most of us also want to know what they have got for us, we girls like to know what boys have in their pants, just as much as boys always want to get into the panties of us girls. You are so lucky to see things from both sides. I suspect from the way you used to play with yourself you at least knew what do how to please him, which must have been useful. Of course, at that time he didn't know you were part boy, did he? Now don't pout, you must like Tom, just a little bit, after all a few years ago he was your idol as Captain of the school football team and now of the College Team, even if he is a few years older than you. You even tried out for his team I seem to remember, now what was it the Coach said?" A sniff, the girl looked sad, remembering her past. "He said I was too small and light and couldn't run fast enough for the team, Mummy. He said to come back when I had grown and put on more weight" A smile from a parent who appreciated how her daughter who was now even slimmer, lighter and more feminine would have no chance of qualifying for a rough sport like football now, although the boys watching might appreciate her shapely legs and hips on the football pitch in tight shorts. "Ah yes, and that was before your 'Little Swellings' started, you took it hard not being accepted, I know you had hoped so much to meet Tom that day but he wasn't even there. But you still followed the team and their handsome Captain all the time, you seemed to have a crush on him." "Nooo Mummy, that's not right I never thought him handsome like a girl would, I didn't have a crush on him as a girl might. He is just so talented; he has scored more goals than anyone else. I wanted to be like him, and play football as well as he does, or at least be on his team. I never wanted him that way, certainly not as a boyfriend. I so much wanted to play alongside him on his team." "I know dear but now you get to go to all the matches with him and you ride in his car on dates, you envied his sports car didn't you, I am sure you wanted one like it?" Why the grimace, I have seen you in the passenger seat smiling, with your long blonde hair trailing in the wind. He is a lucky boy to have such a rich father and an expensive car. Oh, I forgot, it's about the driving and the fact that after the judge sentenced you for that last episode of joy riding that you are upset about. You had hoped to have a car of your own by now but of course you are now banned from driving and can't even take your test till you are over 21. It's not my fault you had to sell your motorbike to pay the fines, at least the fines kept you out of prison." No! it wasn't a bit of fun; it was stealing and I had to pay for the damage you made when you came off the road. That's why you are banned now, it was your own fault. be happy Tom takes you everywhere. Anyway, he is devoted to you." A small repeated sob, "but I only wanted to meet him as footballer to footballer, not as a girl." Mother tapped he offspring's hands tenderly. "I know dear, wasn't it so lucky when he came to the door that Saturday looking for subscriptions to the Team Charity. I know you wanted to meet him, so I invited him for coffee, I was only thinking of you after all. Child, will you stop pouting, you do not look very pretty that way. It's not my fault that you had just come out of the shower and had your hair up in a towel. Is it my fault you were only wearing your bra and panties and fluffy bedroom mules? You should have kept on your nice pink bathrobe. "But Mummy, I could have died of shame seeing him there, you could have warned me. Him of all people." "I am sorry dear, but he did think it funny the shade of red you went and the little scream as you fled into your room. I have to say that was a quick change for any girl, and you put on mascara and lip gloss rather quickly. However, I think you went a bit overboard with the dress." "What do you mean the first one you found! It was a cold spring day, and you come out with that sexy, strappy sun dress, the red one with flowers and a fluffy short Ra-Ra skirt and heels. That was no accident, you wanted to look good. No, don't make excuses, I am your mother and you normally have no makeup on and Jeans on a Saturday morning. Young lady, I know that wasn't the first dress you found, you were flirting with him." "Noooo Mummy I wouldn't do that, I never did, I don't flirt with boys." "Huh, dressed like that, you think I didn't notice the seat you took opposite him so he could see your legs as you crossed and uncrossed them. What was he to think the way you smiled and batted your eyelashes all the time. You looked very demure sitting there, and with your hair in a towel drying, he didn't even know you were blonde at that time, did he?" "I only wanted to talk about football, nothing else, I wasn't flirting, I wasn't fluttering my eyelashes, it was the mascara. I would have happily talked over coffee about the team, but you made it worse and got me into this trouble." A maternal smile, just maybe a little cruel or condescending. "Ah yes, sorry about that, he was so complimentary about how nice our house was, the antiques and the paintings. As he was interested, it was only polite to offer to show him around." "But Mummy, you didn't have to show him my room." "Well normally you keep it so tidy nowadays, I didn't know that in your rush to dress you had left your baby doll nightie on the bed as well your bra and panties, he seemed to like what he saw, especially the way you rushed forward to hide them under the covers. He seemed very taken by the flash of your pink lace panties as you bent across the bed, after all that skirt was very short. And don't try and tell me those panties were the first thing that came to hand either, like you tried to tell me with the sexy dress you chose that morning. Those lace and satin panties were definitely deigned to make a girl feel sexy or to give a man the 'come on' with an accidental or purposeful flash of one's underwear! I do know how girls work you know, I was young once! A sexy dress and sexy undies on a Saturday morning!" The girl's hands flashed to cover her face of embarrassment as it bent forward hiding behind a wall of blond curls. From within a small voice wailed. "Oh God, he didn't see that, he didn't see my panties, did he?" Oh, yes my dear, he saw everything, the way you were acting that morning it was just out of chapter one of the girl's guide to flirting, no wonder he wanted to ask you out, he thought you were making a play for him, what boy wouldn't?" A tearful face emerged from behind the blond veil, manicured hands pushing the tresses apart to reveal a worried face. "Mummy, stop teasing, you know that wasn't the problem and what embarrassed me so much." "Oh yes, I forgot, you still had the picture of the football team on your wall, with Tom at the front holding up the league cup. It's not my fault that he thought you had a girly crush on him, rather than just being a football fan from your past. What on earth was he to think, seeing his picture on your bedroom wall in a pink girl's bedroom, right at the end of your bed so you saw it every day when you woke up. Silly poster for a girl to have up anyway." An angry face looks across at her parent. "It's not silly, he is very talented. There is still no excuse for what you did next. Mother that was awful." "Now, now young lady, don't shout at your mother, she was only trying to help. You are being completely stupid. I thought he was a very nice polite young man; I was very taken with him, any mother would. He was obviously brought up with manners. How refreshing to ask a mother first if he could take her daughter out on a date." "You didn't have to say yes so quickly; you could have asked me if I wanted to go out with him, even where he was taking me. I found myself committed and you two had agreed I would meet him that evening for dinner before even consulting me." "Well, he did take you to a top restaurant, so romantic for a girl's first real date, and you seemed to get on together. I thought it was a good chance, for you to impress him with your knowledge of football." "He didn't want to talk about football, he wanted to talk about me." "Well I did see you two kissing, so you must have made an impression." "Mummy! I have told you. 'WE' were not kissing 'HE' was kissing me!" "Anyway you seemed happy and looked so good together as a couple. How could I not accept his request to take you out on a second date. Oh, I haven't asked for a while, how is your little cage, does it still get tight or does it help you have only girly thoughts as the doctor suggested it would, when she locked it on you?" A delicately manicured fist of dark red sculpted nails thumps the table, giving the appearance more of a girly tantrum than manly assertiveness. "That's another thing. I want this thing taken off, its horrid and cruel, and I hate it, it's not right." A big sigh. "Now dear don't be a silly girl, we have been over this many times, the doctor has told you that if you dress like a girl you should act like one and think like one, if you are not to be found out, it's better not have silly boyish feelings. Your little friend should have got used to living in his little house by now. It's for your own good you know; it stops you having naughty distracting thoughts about other girls. By the way I haven't dared ask, does your little friend tingle when you're with Tom when he kisses you or gets fresh?" A frightened face with big wide girly eyes ~ "Muuuuummmy!" The blush on the girl's face and the way she averted her pretty eyes back down to her skirt, with a sudden need to examine her lacquered nails, told the elder lady all she needed to know, her new daughter may protest about her boyfriend but her new girly hormones were starting to come into play, a small girly part liked being kissed and having her 'Little Swellings' touched. Now she saw real concern on her daughter's face, tears were near yet again, being held back by flickering eyes and long lashes. "Please Mummy, unlock me, it's been so long, I don't know if it still works down there." "You know I can't, the doctor said it was best if I wasn't tempted and she held the only key. You can ask her yet again when you see her next week, but you know what she will say I can't help it if Dr Kyle diagnosed gender confusion, when you said it still rose when you thought about girls. We don't want any embarrassing bumps in your skirt now do we, and the little cage helps stop that, doesn't it?" Inwardly the mother mused about the change since the little chastity device had been put in place. Just as any responsible mother would be, she had been worried about such a drastic step, but that nice Dr Kyle had explained the benefits of taking away all boyish urges if the child was to look, dress and live as a girl. It had taken a while for the mother to be persuaded, and it was on the sofa at Dr Kyle's house, following a pleasant dinner with much wine that the mother finally agreed that chastity might be better in the long run. Dr Kyle was so pleased she took the mothers face in her hands and kissed her tenderly and fully. A mother was at first shocked by this advance, but it was not totally unwelcome and in the face of such persuasion, what could a lady to but agree and melt in strong arms. After all Michelle, had become the epitome of a medical professional since the two of them had been to College together, but now was to become a friend in need. Locking her son's pride and joy away in its new little home had worked wonders to tame the beast, even if it added to the frustration and much childish whining. The wonderful Dr Kyle was marvellous and right again. But back to the present. "Now don't grimace, it ruins all your efforts to make yourself look pretty, and you haven't complained about your little friend being in his little home for nearly a week, now so I assumed you were getting used to it, Michelle says it will help you accept your new role if you do not have silly boyish thoughts only nice girly ones. Anyway, now Tom knows about your past now and still likes you. You should be pleased and proud of such an attentive boyfriend, I am sure there are many girls in your class are envious of you having Tom as a boyfriend. I bet they are very jealous of one so big, handsome and strong." Another quick change of subject to distract a young mind. "That is a very pretty blouse, is it new? I thought you hated pink, and it's very girly with the lace front. Very daring of you to wear something so thin and sheer, not like you. Your bra shows more than you normally like, you usually try to hide your bras under a vest or silk chemise, not show your lingerie off like now, is it new?" A small nod. "Do you really know what type of bra it is your wearing?" "Yes Mummy, it is a Balconette Bra, Susie helped me choose it." An experienced knowing maternal nod and smile, which was not noticed by the younger member of the family who could not currently look her mother in the eye. "Mmmmm, I think I have seen it advertised, isn't that the one that's padded and promises at least one cup size bigger in appearance as well as enhanced cleavage. The lace straps and lace covered cups are very dainty and sexy and stands out under the blouse, all the pretty lace can be seen by boys. I am sure you are well aware that any boy seeing you in that will be wondering if you are wearing matching panties. Are you?" "Mummy!!! Stop it." A quick smile. Her question was simply confirmed, the new girl was getting aware of the need for girly co-ordination and need for heightened dress sense, how matching lingerie was important to a girl, the fashion lessons and peer pressure of the other girls were working well. "Now, now, dear, I am your mother, I am just interested and have right to be concerned and only want to help you get accustomed to your new role. That's what mothers are for. That's a new skirt as well I think! It's certainly a lot shorter than you usually wear, you usually choose skirts well below the knee, but I have to say the white skater skirt looks sweet, and is that a petticoat under it? I can see lace peeking out? It flares out so prettily." A pretty head tried to pull back into hunched shoulders with embarrassment at intimate paternal questioning. "It has a built in petticoat Mummy." Mother becomes a little sterner. "Now don't be evasive, young lady, your Mother knows about these things, she was young once. You hate wearing short skirts normally and that is definitely short! You have an extra petticoat on as well, don't you?" Sheepish eyes look up. "Yes Mummy, Susie said one more would help it flare out properly and look sexy." "Flare out!! Sexy!! You had better be very careful how you turn or bend young lady, that skirt will spin up to your waist." The girly boy stifles a giggle and blushes. A snort, "Right! I demand to know what's going on. One minute your complaining about your little swellings and not wanting to wear bras anymore, and now you're wearing sexy undies designed to give yourself bigger breasts and cleavage. I can well see you have been using curling tongs on your hair, I am sure your wearing false eyelashes with that full makeup. Those are definitely new heels and higher than you wear on a date, let alone to college. You have a sexy bra on and a nearly see through blouse, it looks as if you are going to a party or a hot date, not to college. I let you wear Jeans and sneakers to college like the other girls do, yet now your dressed up as if to go man hunting or to a party, and at 9:00am in the morning. I demand as you mother to know what going on?" The girl looked sheepish. "Tom wanted me to meet him, after lectures." The reply was the whispered, almost guilty reply. The all-knowing mother knew very well aware of why her new daughter was dressed up so sexily for this morning just to go to college, but wanted to wrench ever little ounce of admission from her new daughter's own sweet painted lips. Little Lady, there is something going on this morning. As your Mother, and I demand to know what you are up to. All those clothes are new and expensive, and not what you would normally buy. Where did you get the money, I am well aware your allowance does not go that far?" The girl looked even more sheepish and embarrassed. Not being able to look her mother in the eye, her voice was muted. "Tom gave Susie some money and asked her to take me shopping and choose a special outfit for me. This outfit wasn't my choice Mummy, Honest! You have to believe me. You know I don't like things this revealing. Tom wanted it and Susie chose them" A knowing smile, the truth was near. "And why does Tom want you looking so sexy in the middle of the day, surely you're not going to a party. And it's not just the clothes, you have made a special effort yourself with your makeup, hair and nails. You want to look nice. Now what is all this for and you're not leaving this house till you tell me everything, and I am sure you are wearing new perfume, to go to college of all things." Now the girl looked scared. A sigh and a gulp and the truth came flooding out. "Nooo, you can't keep me in. It's the football team AGM and there are voting for the Team Mascot for the next season and Tom, has nominated me." A knowing mother twisted the knife one more turn to extract her new daughter's real feelings. "And you have dressed this way to please Tom, you want to be the team mascot." "Oh yes mummy, I want to please him and it will mean I get to go to all the matches and even walk on to the pitch at the opening." At last, from her own offspring's lips, the girly side of the confused child was taking over, she really did want to please Tom, she wanted to dress sexily to be voted the Team mascot. What the new girl didn't know and the mother did, was that the team mascot was also called the 'Team Pet'. There were no other girls standing and it would be unanimous that this pretty little lady would be voted in. For the last few years no girl would stand for selection, the rumours were rife about what happened to the last girl who was the team mascot. The poor girl had full team rights even to the team dressing room. It was rumoured that she only went into the dressing room and showers once and kept well clear for the rest of the time. The trips home from matches is understood to be difficult for the only female on a bus with a whole team full of young males, all high on testosterone and beer after the match. The last girl lasted only six weeks before resigning. An inward groan from a long-suffering parent, what a stupid child. It wasn't very bright as a male, now it was innocently walking into a situation, even a real girl will have trouble handling. Still Tom had promised to keep her safe from the excesses. But as team pet she would soon be getting acquainted with maleness in the raw from all the team, and very closely acquainted with bits that she may not welcome attention from, whether she liked it or not. Should she as a mother warn her daughter, or let her experience life. A little giggle as she thought about her own mild experiences in the back of the school bus and her teenage explorations into male desires. A quick decision, let her daughter learn about life. It will do her good. It was so amusing the way one minute the new daughter was complaining about her little swellings and wearing skirts and the next she is willingly dressing sexily for her boyfriend; this was a sign of the confused state of the child. That lovely Dr Kyle had forecast this confused state happening just recently, she was so clever in these things, what would a mother do without her. In fact, it had only been ten days ago that Michelle had forecast this bewilderment in her offspring's mind and how it would be a good sign. A now relaxed mother had just finished yet another dinner at the Doctors house, for which good food and wine were beginning to become a standard to their trysts, but this time Michelle had laid on candles as well. The mother was glad she had bought a new dress and even dared a skirt shorter than that she normally wore nowadays, she had even borrowed a pair of her daughter's heels, the lady felt all tingly on her journey to Michelle's, just like she had as a teenager. In fact, she was laying on the sofa, her head in the Doctors lap, as the doctor stroked her new friend's hair, contemplating the smiling face looking up at her, as the clever Doctor outlined the benefits of the new confused state in the mind of the new boy/girl in the development of the master plan. A very relaxed mother lay listening in awe, after several glasses of wine she was happy in Michelle's company and her arms, looking up adoringly and accepting the sentence of fate for her erstwhile son and the outlining of her pretty new daughter's upcoming new life. Feeling warmth and growing trust, she felt Michelle's free hand slipping into her dress, seeking out a willing nipple and firm adult mound to caress. The mother wondered if the same warm feeling that was coursing through her own body was just at this same moment being felt by her erstwhile son as Tom felt his little teeny swellings? The clever Doctor outlined that by this time, the new girl would be reaching what she called 'crossover', the time when there were more girly hormones flowing through the teenage body than male ones, and this would be causing conflict and confusion in so many ways in the youth's mind, body, actions and more importantly inclinations to the male sex. A little while after 'crossover', it was forecast that the new girl would now be increasingly feminine, even down to her unavoidably natural feminine instincts and inescapable attraction towards males. A point from where there would be no return and complaints lessening by the day. A new peaceful life, a mother looked forward to. At the current point, half of the child's mind now accepted the role in being able to pass as a pretty girl, especially when looking in the mirror, just as she had this morning after getting dressed and applying her makeup, after slipping on her heels and checking like any normal girl in the mirror on how pretty she looked. The other confused half of her mind, the old male half, resented wearing pretty things. A small part of a confused mind now liked the new attentions and compliments a girl receives, but the other declining male half of its tiny brain resented the attentions and overtures of boys. Similarly, a small part of a confused little mind was beginning to like the male flattery and attention of being pretty, whilst a guilt of not wanting to be thought gay and a natural revulsion of intimacy with another male held the youth back from full participation and enjoyment as a girl would with a boy. Pulling on a skirt and heels would be hated by the boy inside each morning when she dressed, but the pretty clothes would feel normal during the day amongst other girls and with the adulation of boys. Putting on Mascara and eyeliner, would go against the boy's upbringing, but feel normal when the girl inside found out the benefits that fluttering eyelashes could bring when she wanted something from a lecturer or a boy. Lipstick was anathema to any boy, but when kissed by her boyfriend, her new body would be reacting to the feminine hormones and her body would be sending our pleasure signals. Similarly, the boy inside did not want the attention his Little Swellings were attracting from real boys, but could not avoid the exquisitely feminine sensations that coursed through the new Girls body when the sensitive nipples were caressed by a male hand. All this confusion and mixed feelings was good at this point, as it prevented rebellion and allowed control. However, despite how much torment and bewilderment there would be going on within the child's brain, the girly hormones would eventually win and a calmer girl emerge from the conflict. Such confusion was playing right into the hands of the mother and her doctor friend. As a responsible parent, she wasn't overly worried about her offspring's bewilderment, it was to be expected at this stage. Months of wearing girls' clothes and acting like a girl was having an effect on the child's psyche. Every morning looking in the mirror told herself of the beauty that was developing. The comments and acclaim of the other girls helped her fit in and she was sure her daughter couldn't help liking the attentions and compliments of the boys, even if it was uncomfortable to whatever small amount of manliness that remained inside its confused mind. The pills she was taking for her 'Little Swelling's' would by now be causing such confusions as the male and female hormones battled within her body and her tiny mind, intimacy with a male would still be a problem for a while to come for her brain to accept, the last bastion of her inner maleness to be overcome, but there were plans to solve this too with time. The mother suspected the residual male instinct giving resistance was already being forcibly overcome by her daughter's new boyfriend whether she liked it or not. Her new sexy body and image was giving out all the signs of attracting a male and a mate, and eventually her mind would catch up, she had no choice and could not fight the hormones. Michelle, the thoughtful Doctor, had explained that the female hormones would affect the teenager's body in ways she could not resist. Her body would react more and more as any girls would. The look on a boy's face and a lump in his trousers, may bring a blush but also a tingling throughout her body just as any girl would, as the hormones accepted that the new femininity was achieving its end of arousing the male. The tumescence in a boy's trousers would be culmination of a girl's achievement in looking pretty and attractive. What was within the trousers would become an item of attraction and curiosity soon, just as with any real girl exploring her growing womanhood and the move from Barbie dolls to boys. The hormones would win in the end as with any girl. A kiss or a cuddle such that the new girl would feel the pressure in the trousers against her own groin, would show she is achieving her new purpose in life and start a natural tingling of pleasure in her new body and important parts, even if some are locked securely away. Eventually a natural balance of womanly instinct would overcome any remaining boyish reticence and a biological curiosity of what a boy may offer a girl will overcome embarrassment. The new girl's instincts and hormones will take over instinctively, her hand will move to where a boy wanted it to be, either voluntarily or guided gently by the boy with a need to be touched. A girl's curiosity will eventually drive her daughter just as any exploring teenage girl. As the female hormones started to win over the natural reticence will decline and the wish to be with males would take over with natural womanly desire and increasing femininity. After crossover, such instinct and attraction to the male will be as natural to the new daughter as any real girl might towards the male. She won't be able to stop herself, eventually. Confusion at this point was a useful tool for keeping her offspring off balance and out of trouble. No matter what the cost, this concerned mother couldn't let her offspring go to jail or back to its old tearaway behaviours. Had Michelle, looked down at the mature lady laying in her arms and sensed the mother's grudging acceptance for her ex-son's fate, and bent forward kissing her new friend with a passion that was equally retuned, sealing both their new blossoming friendship as well as the new ex-boy's fate. She smiled with an inner warmth she had not felt for some time at the thought of her evening with the smart Doctor, a new event in her own life. The peacefulness of the patio was shattered and a ladies' thoughts of her new friend was drawn back to reality of motherhood having to cope with a truculent teenager. "Mummy, you're not listening to me!" The exasperated mother broke out of her reverie thinking of her evening in Michelle's arms. She couldn't tell her daughter about that. "Oh sorry dear, I was thinking of my shopping list for today." A quick lie as the first thing that came into her head. It was that horrid nasal whine again of a teenager that wants to get her own way! "But Mummy, you have to do something about Tom" Mother looked quisically at the angry face across the coffee table. "Why Dear, he is your boyfriend, your old enough to make decisions for yourself now. You can choose another boyfriend and break up with him, girls do that. But you seem to be getting on so well together and he adores you. Over the last few weeks, there has been plenty of chances for you to break with him, I noticed you haven't got rid of him, so you must like him a little." Flashing blue eyes blazed wide. "That's another thing. Why did you let him move in with us? You didn't ask me? I don't want him here." "A bit too late for that I am afraid, he looked so pitiful when he said he had to move out of his accommodation and maybe move away, even you looked concerned and sorry for him. After all you two seemed to be getting so close, he is really keen on you after all and we have plenty of space." Two small dainty hands clutched together, one with a pretty charm bracelet and the other a delicate diamante watch, white knuckles contrasting to the red nails. "We are not close; you keep forcing me on dates. He keeps forcing himself on me. I don't want it; I don't want him here." "Now don't be silly, young lady. I have seen you kissing and cuddling, why just the other week I saw you through the window with your head in his lap. I know very well what you were doing. Now be honest with your mother, did you swallow like a good girl?" Eyes flashed even wider with shock, a face flushed next with embarrassment, then shame took over, the girl looked down again." A small feminine whisper could only just be heard. "I didn't want to do it, Mummy, he forced me, I didn't want to get mess on my new dress. He had his hands in my hair and pushed me down, I couldn't refuse, he wouldn't let me." A small sob erupted behind a wall of blond hair that hid her face once again. The mother smiled maternally. "Now dear, don't be upset, I am not angry with you. It is quite normal after a few dates that boys expect things from us. If we arouse them we must accept the outcome, in know when they are aroused how difficult it is difficult to resist and they can be so demanding. You must remember how it is when a boy is attracted to a girl." An inward smile that the securely locked little house the new daughters diminutive friend now lived in would no longer allow such similar arousal. It was natural for this new girl, just as first time for any teenage girl, to show some shock at a boy's arousal and needs from his pretty blond girlfriend. Maybe she was not as keen on exploring and tending to a man's arousal as a real girl would in such circumstances. A smile that her new daughter was getting acquainted with the male form and its normal desires, this was just as Michelle had predicted, it was all so satisfying, all was falling in place just as she had said it would. That good confusion was playing into their hands as the natural girly instincts were kicking in. A Motherly hand reached out and held her daughters clenched fingers, patting them gently. "Don't worry dear, it's part of being a girl and growing up, we have all done it. I bet Susie does it to her boyfriend. It gives us girls a chance to see how big and strong a man is and how much he desires us. It's flattering that all our efforts to look pretty are turning him on, but in the end they do need satisfying. I am glad you thought about your new dress though, that is important to a girl. Don't worry I moved away quietly, he doesn't know." A shocked face emerged from behind the blond veil of hair, tears welling up in the worried eyes. But the calm assuring smile of her mother, made her feel she hadn't done anything wrong. For a teenage girl newly exploring the world of dating, that is! But Mummy, you didn't ask me about him moving in. This is a big house; why does he have to share my room. That's horrid, I don't want him there, that's my space. Another wry smile. "I know it's your space and you have turned it into a very pretty girly room, but I think it's a bit late for that now dear, when a guy starts dating seriously he expects a relationship to grow and wants to get close. I didn't exactly mean him to share your room, he just assumed it. You squealed and giggled when he picked you up and carried you there, so I assumed you accepted it." "I didn't squeal, I screamed before he covered my mouth with his. I didn't have a chance. I keep asking him to go, but he won't. He just assumed we would share as you didn't say no. You have to tell him to go. I don't want him in my bed." "I am sorry, but you are over the age of consent, it is up to you, break with him if that is what you want. But I have seen you going off hand in hand to your room, so you must like him a little bit, you have been smiling at him." "Nooooooo, I keep telling you, it is all an act to protect my role until I can get back to being a boy. Honest, I don't want a boyfriend. Please help me." The elder female in the room thought about the confusion of emotions in the teens body, and knew it really didn't know what it wanted. The caresses, compliments and attentions of Tom were nice and no longer totally unwanted but played havoc with the emotions and feelings of the mixed-up child, just as planned. She just smiled in a concerned motherly way. "Well dear it is up to you to stop it I am afraid, if that is really what you want but he is so kind to you. What's wrong with a kiss and a cuddle, after all he knows about your little problems and still likes you?" The girl stood up and stamped her little feet with rage, her heel clicking on the patio wood, her full skirts bouncing. "What's wrong! Its having that thing pushed up inside me twice a day that's what's wrong. I am a boy and I don't like it, it's not right. You have to tell him its wrong. He has to stop!" This time it was a mother's face for eyebrows to be raised. This had been forecast by the smart Dr Kyle, and she had expected it might be happening, but to hear this from her own daughter's lips was a bit unforeseen. A not altogether an unexpected surprise, just a bit earlier than planned. A shock to a parent, but calm support had to be maintained in the face of this new development. Michelle had left explicit instructions on how to handle this incident when it arose, which she was sure would one day. At his point of mixed hormones, the girly side would understand a male's attraction to her and feel flattered. The growing feminine body would have girly urges and natural curiosity in the male form, even feel flattered and intrigued by a male tumescence. It was these positive urges and instincts that the mother had to quickly reinforce and right now. Michelle was very clear; at this moment, the new girl must not be allowed to listen to the decreasing male voices that was scaring it of being thought Gay with such intimacies. Small male thoughts and guilt that could ruin the plan. Her new feminine thoughts, desires and instincts had to be supported and nurtured, the teenager must not feel guilty about physical intimacy from a female aspect. The girl had to be encouraged, and reassured that was she was doing was positive and natural for a girl. She had to be commended and sustained by a motherly and mutual feminine support. Now this had to be handled with care, a critical moment. A time to deflect the anger, the boyish memories expunged. A mother had to show that her daughters teenage feminine explorations with a boy, were not being criticised. "Wow! Twice a day, you lucky girl." The rage was such that the girl did not realise what she was saying now, but her tone had changed from anger to pleading more for understanding and support from her parent, almost as if she was desperate for someone to support and share her guilty secret. "Yes its worse at weekends and after a match he wants more, sometimes three or four times a day. It's not right, I can't avoid him, he is so demanding." A smile grew at her new daughter's experiences, growing into womanhood as all girls eventually do, experiencing the pain and pleasure of the physical side of a new relationship. She also noted the girl not decrying wanting to be with Tom, just the intimate side. "You lucky thing he must be energetic, very virile, what every girl wishes for, such vigour!" Then a look of calculated sadness to deflect the rage and gain sympathy. "I wish your father had such stamina, he was lucky if he could do it once a week and that was with encouragement. I was always surprised you got born at all. " The girl was momentarily redirected in her anger at the sudden thought of her father who she hardly remembered, but the emotion was now flooding out in a torrent, the flood was unstoppable "Please Mummy, I am a boy, I don't want that thing inside me anymore, it's not right. You have to make him stop." "That's up to you dear, but when a pretty girl arouses the male instinct its natural and instinctive, you must of all people realise that, it's hard to contain. You are very pretty now and it's understandable he has feelings for you and these may show as lust. It shows a girl is achieving what she is designed for to attract a male. You are doing very well Michelle, I mean Dr Kyle and I are very proud of you. It seems you are satisfying your man if he comes back for more. Girls get used to males being physically close and wanting to get inside them, you shouldn't feel embarrassed about helping him in that way. Some girls accept it that way as they can't get pregnant. It's not that unusual or wrong. We girls can enjoy it that way as well, I know it's not comfortable at first though. I suggest you just try and not encourage hi