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"You want me to do what?"
"You heard me. And you know you want to do it. So quit trying to act
all surprised and innocent. Besides, I know you've been sampling my
wardrobe when I'm not around for quite awhile now. I think that earns me
a chance to see how you look as a girl in my clothes. Don't you?"
"No one will believe it, I'll look like a freak, and I'll never live it
down," I replied after a moment of trying desperately to come up with
some sort of argument. But I knew she had me cornered and wasn't going
to buy it. Not this time.
That night, my mother had talked me into going dressed-up in one of her
old outfits from when she had been working as a cocktail waitress to pay
for her college. Insisted, really, the morning of the party. So, there
I was in shiny black patent-leather high-heels, fishnet stockings, a
short black skirt, and a crisp white ruffled blouse. My mother had
insisted on "going all the way" that night. I had spent most of that day
submitting to her instructions as my body hair was removed, my
fingernails manicured and painted a bright red and my longish hair styled
into a soft curly configuration which framed my face. And, of course,
she had gone full-tilt on that front as well. When I had finally been
allowed to see myself in the full-length mirror in the hallway I saw no
trace of the sixteen year-old nerd I had been that morning when I had
gotten out of bed. No, he'd been replaced by a pretty young woman
standing a bit awkwardly in our hallway and looking out from the mirror
at me. He shoulder length hair a slightly darker shade of brown than
mine, with a hint of auburn where the light hit it just the right way.
Neat bangs hovered above a pair of thing, subtly curved brows. I
couldn't help but stare at myself and saw my own blue eyes go wide as I
noticed the long delicate lashes and the artful way my mom had applied
eyeliner to make them look even wider than they were getting from my
surprise. My survey continued downward as I took in the way my
cheekbones were highlighted by just the right amount of blush and the
dark crimson of my lips. The top two or three buttons of the blouse were
unbuttoned and revealed a black velvet choker necklace with a small
cameo hanging from the front. My ears held a single pearl each on
freshly-pierced lobes. The blouse, tucked into the short flared skirt
created the illusion of a feminine figure and the combination of the
stockings and three-inch heels conspired to make my legs look quite
attractive if I said so myself. Suddenly, my mom interrupted my reverie:
"Well. For someone who fought this idea for so long, you seem to be
enjoying it a bit now, huh?"
Startled, I replied, "Oh. Um 'm just a bit surprised that I look so...
um... well, I mean, that I..."
"Look pretty? I knew you would. I've always known. This might be the
first time around other people, but I will make a bet it won't be the
last time we see..." She paused suddenly in thought. "We need a name
for you, don't we?"
" I have a name. It's Ri..."
"Nope. Tonight you're Victoria. Yep, that's it,Victoria. It's the name
you would have been given if you'd been born a girl, so you get to use it
tonight."
I did have to admit I kind of liked it. I looked into the mirror again
and silently greeted this new girl in my life.
"Well enough of this," said mom, Time to get over to the party.
I nodded and began down the hall listening to the click of my footsteps
on the hardwood, and remembering to take short steps and keep my legs
close together. From behind me I heard my mother stifle a giggle.
"What," I said.
"Just watching the show, that's all."
We stopped at the front door and mom handed me one of her long overcoats,
a black-and-white hounds tooth checked number and a small black handbag.
"There's a pair of gloves in the right-hand pocket of the coat and
there's a lipstick and some other things in the purse in case we need to
freshen your face later on," my mother informed me.
I put my hand into the pocket and pulled-out a pair of soft black-leather
gloves and slipped them on to my hands. Unlike the winter gloves I
owned, there were cut so that my hands and fingers looked sleek and
delicate with them on. And with that we were off to the neighbor's house
next door.
The neighbors had only moved-in a sort-time ago. They were also a family
consisting of a single mother and a child, mirroring our situation. My
mother and the mother Liz had hit it off immediately. My shyness had
thus far kept me from meeting the daughter, a girl my age named Lisa.
We got up the front steps of their house and my mother knocked on the
door. After a couple of moments the door opened and from behind it a
girl appeared who could have been my twin. She looked me up and down for
a moment, and then over at my mother. To my mother she said "Good
evening Ms. Michaels, how are you tonight?"
"Hello, Lisa, I'm fine. Yourself?"
"I'm good? And who is this with you" she said with a smile growing on
her face.
"Why, this Victoria. Victoria, meet Lisa."
"Um, hi," I stammered.
"Hi yourself," Lisa replied to me, and then to my mom she said "You were
right. She looks simply beautiful. Won't you come in?" Lisa opened the
door a bit more and we walked into the front hallway. My mind was now
spinning at a high rate as I tried to assimilate my current situation.
Apparently I had been set-up somehow. This neighbor girl was in on the
fact that I'd be dressed-up like a young woman, when I had only become
aware of it earlier in the day. As I took off my coat, Lisa took it and
hung it up on a nearby hook. It was then that I noticed that Lisa and I
were dressed in very similar outfits. In fact, Lisa was about the same
height as me and on a casual inspection we could have been sisters, maybe
even twins. About this time, Lisa's mother Liz entered the room. She
was dressed in a sleek, black dress and a long wig dressed as Morticia
from The Addams Family. She greeted my mother and complimented her on
her '60s-era Pan Flight attendant outfit. Mom, likewise complimented her
on her costume. Then, Liz and my mother turned their attention to Lisa
and myself. Liz looked me up and down much the way Lisa had done a few
moments earlier and, I realized as I had myself back in front of the
mirror. A smile crossed her lips and I could immediately see that she
and Lisa were related. Turning to my mother she said "Well, I owe you
twenty bucks, Carol. I know you told me, but from the moment you came up
with the idea, I was sure it wouldn't work."
"Well, thanks, Liz. Part of it is just genetic luck of the draw, but I
am an artist I f I may say so, myself," said Mom as she put an arm around
my shoulder. "I've always suspected the caterpillar I raised was hiding
a butterfly. Liz, meet Victoria."
Liz turned to me and said "Well, hello there, Victoria, it is so nice to
meet you. Quite a change from the young boy I see moping around the yard
next door."
"Um, thanks, Ms. Gerald. It's... um, nice of you to say," I said, trying
to be polite and roll with the situation. Inside my head, thoughts were
whirling about at great speed. I took a moment to attempt to take stock
of my status. I was a sixteen year-old boy. I was standing in the front
hallway of the house of neighbors I had only met in passing, at best.
Lisa, the neighbor's daughter was even more attractive than I thought
from seeing her from a distance, and was dressed in a very sexy outfit.
And I... I was dressed to a frighteningly convincing level as a young
woman, and wearing essentially the same sexy outfit as Lisa. And
everyone was calling me 'Victoria'. My identity had disappeared. And I
felt... well, how did I feel right then? Since I had fist begun to
endure my mother's preparations earlier in the day there had been a mix
of embarrassment, curiosity, and abject terror. That had been gradually
replaced since I first saw myself in the mirror with a felling of... not
arousal, that was the wrong word. I was a sixteen year old, and I felt
that at the slightest provocation. No , this was a feeling that I
couldn't describe at the time, but now recognize as wholeness. I felt
right, I felt good. But this was not the time to dwell.
"Lisa, why don't you take Victoria into the dining room while Carol and I
talk a bit, okay?" said Liz.
Okay, Mom," said Lisa. "Come on, Victoria, I want to get to know you."
And with that she led off into their dining room. The dining room was
dark lit only by a couple of candles. And there was food and
refreshments spread on the table. Lisa gestured to a couple of chairs
and asked to go ahead and have a seat. I walked over sand sat,
remembering to smooth my skirt out and keep my legs together as a I sat
like mom had coached me.
Lisa came over from the table and handed my a cup of soda as she sat in
the chair next to me. I was fascinated to watch her as were currently
looked so much like each other. I took a sip of soda and tried to look
casual and relaxed. An awkward silence stretched out between us.
Finally, Lisa took the reins of the conversation: "So. You're pretty
cute, you know."
"Um, thanks. I, uh don't usually look like... I mean I don't normally
wear this sort of... I mean I'm really a boy," I blurted out.
"Relax, Victoria," laughed Lisa. "You don't need to be embarrassed at
all. I think you make a very good looking girl. In fact, you look
better as a girl than you do all the time I've ever seen you as a boy."
She must have seen a look on my face, because she continued quickly:
"No, I don't mean that you're not a good looking guy, or that you're not
masculine... when you're a boy. Not right now. Right now if I didn't
know I would not even begin to guess who you really are. Your mom did a
really excellent job on you, Victoria. You don't mind if I call you
Victoria, do you. It just seems more appropriate than Ri..."
"It's all right, Lisa. I'm already starting to get used to it. I think.
You really think I look good this way?"
"Oh, hell yes. Have you seen yourself in the mirror?, she asked. Seeing
me blush, she continued "yep. You have. And you liked it. You know you
did, don't you?
"Yes," I replied in a small voice, looking down.
Lisa reached out with one of her manicured, red-nailed fingers and lifted
my chin. Looking directly at me, she said "It's okay. I won't tell
anyone else if you don't want me to. And it's nice to finally meet a
girl my own age in the neighborhood," she said grinning slyly.
"But, I'm not really a girl. You know I'm not. I'm pretending to be a
girl."
"Are you?" She reached into her purse and pulled out a small mirror and
held it toward me. Look here and tell me what you see."
I hesitated. I knew what I was feeling, bu was terrified to say it out
loud to someone I had just met. Then I just blurted it out: "No," I
said in a small quit voice, "I'm not. Maybe I've been pretending to be a
boy for sixteen years. I don't know." I looked up at Lisa for a moment
and then made up my mind. "Yes, I do know. I like this. I like looking
this way. And I think you're a very beautiful girl, Lisa."
Lisa smiled, and then bent over and kissed me on the lips. This was a
the first time I had ever been kissed by a girl. Ever. And I was
dressed like a girl. Part of me was pretty sure this was going to send
some therapist's kid to college someday. But, mostly I felt that same
overwhelming rightness I had started feeling earlier at home. Then she
drew back and tilted her head a bit.
"Sorry, smudged your lips there, Victoria. Here," she said handing me
her mirror and reaching for my purse. She looked into it and pulled out
the lipstick. "Sorry," she said. "Hold still and watch in the mirror,
okay". She gently opened the lipstick and applied it to my lips, deftly
repairing the smudge our kiss had caused. She then handed my the lips
stick and took the mirror. "Now do mine,"she said. I took the lipstick
and my hand began to tremble a bit. She reached out and steadied my
wrist and guided my hand and together we fixed her lip coloring.
"Thanks, hon," she said. "Like I said, I think you're a very beautiful
girl."
"Thank you," I said, meaning it more than I would have I might an hour
earlier. "So are you. I've thought so since you and your mom moved in
next to us."
"So how come you never introduced yourself?"
"I was afraid you wouldn't like me. I'm just grungy sci-fi nerd. A
girl like you could hang out with anyone you wanted to."
"So could a girl like you. I would date you."
"Date me? Victoria or Ri..."
"Either. But I think I like Victoria a little better."
Just then I realized our mothers had not entered the room. In fact I did
not even hear them in the other room. Again, Lisa must have perceived my
confusion.
"They've gone an adult party down the block at the pub. We've got the
place to ourselves, Victoria," Lisa said with a smile.
"Oh. Oh!," I exclaimed. I had never been alone with a girl, either.
"Is that okay?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah, sure. I mean why wouldn't it be?" Sudden realization: "You
planned this all, didn't you? You and our mothers. A conspiracy. Why?"
"I wanted to find a way to meet you. And I overheard your mother talking
with my mother about you. No, no don't worry. It wasn't anything bad or
embarrassing Your mother was just concerned about you. About how few
friends you have and how you don't meet new people. Or girls."
"Well, this will help me meet girls," I said sarcastically indicating my
outfit with a wave of my hand. "What girl is going to ever be attracted
to a boy who looks as good as she does in a dress?"
"Well, this one does," replied Lisa putting her hand on my fishnet-
stocking knee. "And you don't look as good as me in a dress, you look
better. I think you're a very attractive young lady, Victoria. And,
well I tend to like girls more than I like boys. When I figured out
Halloween was coming up it all came together. Your mom has always
suspected this part of you, Victoria and she thought this might help you
out a bit. I was a bit selfish when I suggested the outfit, I have to
admit. And it does look better on you than it did in that old picture I
saw of you mom."
I blushed despite myself. And I could feel myself stirring beneath the
silky skirt I was wearing. "Well, thank you, but I had help," I said
trying to deflect the compliment.
"It's not just the clothes, hair and make-up. I watched you walk across
the yard and up the sidewalk to our house. You move pretty good in heels
for a first-timer. And I've watched you as you took off your gloves and
coat. The way you moved, And the way you sat. I think there's more
girl in you than you might care to admit. I think deep inside you've
wanted to do this for a very long time."
There was a period of silence between us. She was right. I realized she
was totally correct. I realized that part of my resistance to my mom's
costume idea had been a fear that someone would see just how comfortable
I was being feminine. All the sudden a surge of feelings came pouring
from my psyche. Relief and happiness and a calmness. And then I spent
I'm not sure how long telling Lisa everything I was feeling about myself.
And about her. We talked for a long time like long lost and newly
reunited girlfriends. I decided right then that I didn't want Lisa to
ever see me as... well, I just preferred that she know Victoria. I was
quickly gaining awareness that this was who I was meant to be.
We talked for hours and soon it was like we'd known each other for years
rather than just one evening. At one point I looked up and noticed the
clock - it was almost one in the morning. I realized as happy as I was
to be where I was and with who I was with, I was very tired.
"Lisa, I don't mean to be rude, but it's kind of late and I'm feeling a
bit tired."
"Yeah. We've been yakking for awhile haven't we?"
"And I've really enjoyed it, too." I stood up, and instinctively
smoothed my skirt as I did which made me smile a bit. Lisa caught it,
too.
"Caught you again, Victoria. What are you doing tomorrow? Well, later
today," she asked.
"I really don't know. Hadn't thought that far ahead I guess."
"Okay. Can I walk you home?"
"It's only next door, but I'd like that."
Lisa stood as well and we walked to her front hallway. Lisa opened the
closet and took out the coat I had worn earlier and held it out for me to
put on. "Thanks," I said.
She then grabbed a jacket for herself.
She opened the front door and we walked out. The lawn was wet with dew,
so we walked down her front walk to the sidewalk and then over toward our
front walk, The sound of our heels both clicking on the pavement seemed
very loud to me. We got to our front porch, And I paused at my front
door.
"Lisa, I am really glad we've met. I really enjoy your company."
"I'm glad I met you too, Victoria. Maybe I'll come over later today and
we can do something together," she said, smiling.
I was take aback a little. One - a girl wanted to come over and see me?
Two - she wants to spend time with me while I'm dressed as a girl. I was
really down the rabbit hole now. "Yes!" I said maybe a little too
quickly and maybe a little too loudly. "Why don't you come over after
lunch?"
"It's a date, Vickie," said Lisa. She bent toward me and gave me a kiss
on the lips. She pulled back and paused for a moment. "You have lovely
blue eyes. See you later, ." With that she turned and strode down the
walk and back to her house. As I watched her walk away my thoughts
collided. At once I was struck be her attractiveness, and at the same
time I was wondering if my walk was that sexy, too.
I reached into my purse and retrieved my house key and went inside. The
house was mostly dark.
The hall light was on and I could see the light in the kitchen was on,
too. I took off my coat and hung it in the the closet. I decided I
would go to the kitchen and get a quick glass of milk before I went to
bed. As I turned I caught sight of myself in the full length hall
mirror as I had earlier. An I had to stop and just look for a few
moments. Here I was looking like the teen-aged girl I had always felt
was living in my unremarkable male form. I don't mean to brag or sound
vain, but I looked really good to myself. Better than I'd ever looked as
Ri... I didn't even want to associate that name with myself at that
moment. I was Victoria. And it felt good and right. Suddenly the door
opened and my mother came in. She had removed her long black Morticia
wig revealing her natural auburn hair, but was otherwise still dressed in
her costume.
"Hi there," she said. "Admiring yourself, are you?"
Blushing, I replied, "Yeah, I guess I am, mom."
"No need to be embarrassed. You do make a good looking young lady. In
fact you almost look better as a girl than you... sorry." She stopped
suddenly and frowned.
"it's okay mom. I was actually thinking the same thing."
" Oh. I think we should talk son... ummm..."
"Call me Vickie, mom. I was going to go to the kitchen for a few
minutes..."
"Good plan, let's go."
We walked to the kitchen with me in the lead. Getting a carton of milk
out of the fridge I set it on the table and went to get a couple of
glasses out of the cupboard. As I turned from the cupboard I saw my
mother had stopped at the kitchen door and was just watching me. "Are
you okay?," I asked.
"Yeah. Just looking. Let's sit down and talk a bit, okay?"
"Okay," I said a walked over to the table with the glasses. I set the
glasses on the table and then pulled out a chair and sat, smoothing my
skirt beneath me as I did.
"Where did you learn that?"
"What?"
"Smoothing your skirt as you sit. It's a very feminine thing to do, you
know. Very lady-like."
I blushed a bit. "I don't know, it just seems the right thing to do.
I've probably seen you and other girls do it and just picked it up."
"Watching you tonight you seem to have 'picked up' a lot of feminine
behavior for a seventeen year-old boy. Why do you think that is?"
I paused for a moment, looking down at my hands. I spent a some seconds
just looking at my thin wrists in the lace cuffs of the blouse I was
wearing and the red, long nails on my fingers. And thinking about the
last few hours with Lisa, and the day spent being transformed into the
girl I had seen in the mirror, and all the years of unspoken misery that
I had experienced, I came to a decision. I raised my head and looked my
mother in the eye. I leaned back into my chair, crossed my legs and put
my hands in my lap. "Mom, I've have a male body, but I have always felt
that I should have been born as a girl. As long as I can remember I have
felt exactly that way. Even before I knew what it was I felt or how to
put it into words. That's why I snuck into your closet and tried on your
things all those times behind your back. How did you know?"
My mother leaned back in her seat. "Well, there's just the two of us
living here. If I didn't move my white polka-dot sundress and white
strappy sandals, it was a pretty simple process of elimination, don't you
think?" she said with a bit of a smirk. "Besides, I've been watching you
your whole life. You've never been really close with any of the male
friends you've had, but have always seemed to gravitate toward girls at
any gathering. How was your evening?"
"It was great. Lisa and I got along really well. She really seems to
like me. Well, this version of me, at least."
"And do you like her?"
"I really do."
"Are you attracted to her?"
"Yes," I blushed. "She's very pretty and smart and funny. We talked a
lot tonight."
"I see. Are you attracted to boys at all? Not judging, just asking."
"No, mom. Just girls. Is that weird considering...," I gestured at
myself and the way I was dressed.
"No, there are plenty of people in the world in similar situations. It's
not in the mainstream, but there's nothing wrong with how you feel about
who you are or who you want to be with. Never forget that no matter
what, okay?"
"Okay mom. Thanks. So. Now what?"
"Good question. You tell me," she said resting her chin on her hand and
leaning forward. "What do you want?"
"I... I want to keep being me. Myself. Victoria, I mean. I've never
felt as good as I have today, mom. I mean that. I was frightened this
morning when you came to me, but at the same time I was very happy and
excited."
"I could tell," she said with a smile. "Well, we'll need to talk this
over a bit more, but we have the rest of the weekend before Monday comes
around again. We'll need to get you cleaned-up and to bed, young lady."
she paused for a moment and looked down. Looking back up at me she asked
"Would you prefer I refer to you in the feminine now?"
"I would, mom. Thank you."
"Okay, then. C'mon let's go upstairs and get us to bed."
"Oh, mom. There's one thing. Um, Lisa will be coming over later this
afternoon to visit. And I think she expects to see Victoria when she
get's here. Will you help me? Is it okay?"
Mom got up and came over to me. I stood up as well and she gave me a
warm hug. "Of course it's okay, and of course I'll help you. You've got
a date and us girls got to stick together, right?"
"Right. Thanks, mom."
"Of course, Victoria, Now let's go upstairs. Head for the bathroom,
I'll be there in a minute, okay?"
"Okay." I headed upstairs, enjoying the sound my high heels made on the
hardwood stairs as I did. I went to the bathroom, and sat down on the
closed toilet lid. I reached down and undid the straps on my shoes and
took them off. For a moment I enjoyed how my red-painted toenails looked
on my stocking-clad feet. Just then mom came holding a robe and a lacy
nightgown.
"Okay, young lady out of the outfit. Let's get you cleaned-up for bed,"
she said.
I stood and began to unbutton my blouse. Soon I was stripped down to
just a bra and panties and mom handed me the nightgown which I slipped
over my head. She told me to come over to the sink and we went through a
whole routing with various wipes and cleansers and lotions. When I
looked into the mirror all the make-up was gone. But I no longer saw a
17 year-old boy in the mirror looking back at me. My hair was still
styled and curled. My skin glowed like it never had before. Beneath my
gently arched brows, my lashes still seemed very long and delicate.
"Here, put this on," said mom handing me the robe. "Follow me to my room
for a few moments, okay?"
I followed mom into her room. She went directly to her closet and
started ruffling through garments, muttering to herself. "No, no, maybe,
no, yes..." she went on, pulling some items from the closet. She finally
turned and hand me some clothes. "Here, these are for later today," she
said. Go to bed now and we'll talk some more over a late breakfast. I
need to clean-up myself and get out of this dress and girdle before I
croak. Don't laugh, girl, you'll know of what I speak soon enough. Off
to bed, now," she finished with a quick peck on my cheek.
I went to my room. I paused to set down the bundle of clothing my mom
had handed to me: A black knit v-neck sweater, a black and red tartan
skirt, black stockings and a pair of heeled boots. Apparently my outfit
for later in the day. I set the clothes down on a chair and went to my
bed. Taking off the robe, I slid into bed and turned off the light. I
laid there for what seemed like hours going over the events of the last
hours trying to assimilate it all. And feeling the cool silkiness of my
night gown against my shaved legs and my sheets.
Wasn't entirely sure where I was going, or how I would get there, but I
felt I was at least going the right direction.
Finally I fell asleep, thinking of Lisa
END OF PART ONE
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