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One way ticket by Elaine © 2017 (based on an original story idea by Petite Pierre.) This story was inspired after reading a rough google translation version of a story that was written in French by Petit Pierre. At first I did think about making a better more accurate translation but as I started it was easier to do a complete rewrite adding parts that hadn't previously existed and modifying other parts extensively. This new version is around 60% longer and is obviously no longer in French. The story synopsis is about two childhood friends one of whom transitions which the other doesn't understand. In time they get together and become a couple but not before some trials and tribulations along the way. If you have any comments or there is anything you don't like please contact me on [email protected] or leave a comment. The categories are also different in this version. One Way Ticket Chapter 1- Flight to Thailand Just four weeks ago I was on a long haul flight to Bangkok in Thailand. I was with my lovely girlfriend Simone, her Aunt Michelle and her mother Nicole on the plane to the Far East. I sat beside Simone as she needed the company and support as we were going to Bangkok to finish her long transition into a woman. Simone was also going to have a lot of surgical procedures done for her eighteenth birthday not the least of which was to be her sexual reassignment surgery. She also had a full facial feminisation surgery, liposuction and breast and hip implants scheduled though I thought she didn't really need those. As we neared our destination I could see that Simone was quite agitated about all the upcoming operations she was about to endure and so I did what I could to comfort her. I knew that she wasn't all that keen to have all this surgery done because she knew she would be in a great deal of pain but there seemed to be little option now but to go through with it. "Please don't worry honey," I said for the twentieth time on the trip. "I'll make sure that you get all the pain relief medicine you'll need. I'll be with you every step of the way. The doctor's do this every day and are experts." "It's not really the amount of physical pain afterwards that worries me," she replied though I knew she was clearly anxious about that too. "I'm more worried about what my life will be like afterwards and if this will be the solution to all my problems." "Yes I know what it's been like for you over the last six years and that your Aunt Michelle and your Mum have helped you a lot up to this point," I replied. "It seems to have been a painful six years already and I just wish I could have helped you more." "There really wasn't anything more you could do," she said. "It was something I had to endure. And I can't help thinking that these operations won't make me feel any better and they could make actually make things a lot worse." Just then there was an announcement over the public address telling us that we were due to land in thirty minutes and to fasten our seatbelts again. "Oh surely not," I replied buckling my belt. "You know that I really love you Simone and I was thinking we should get married after we get back from Thailand. Your Mother and Aunt seem to approve of me so we could start a completely new life together." "Oh no, I don't think I could inflict my gender problems on you Robert," she replied in a concerned way. "Being a woman and unable to ever return to being a man again might be worse than a living hell." "Why do you say that?" I asked wondering about the living hell part. "Well how would you feel if this gender identity problem was somehow all forced on you?" She asked. Before I could answer she continued, "I bet you wouldn't like it any more than I do. So I'm still not 100% sure that I want this final and irreversible change." "Yes I know that it seems at times that they've forced all this on you," I said and then smiling over at both older women in the adjacent seats. "However I don't really think that there's much that can be done now to convince people including yourself that this isn't the best thing for you. So after the plane finally landed, we then headed to our 5 star hotel by taxi. I had a room to myself while Simone would share a large suite with her Mother and Aunt. "We'll be staying here for a few weeks after all your procedures," her Mother had said in the lobby and we'll only travel home when you are completely well enough to travel home again. "Yes Mummy it does seem a very nice place to stay," Simone agreed as she stood easily and naturally in her usual high heels as they completed registration. She was elegantly dressed as usual in a tight brown business skirt suit with a cream silk blouse. I was always amazed that my old friend Simon could look so convincing as a girl. Despite the long flight Simone's make-up was still flawless. "We've had a long flight so let's relax a little and we'll go and see the Doctor this afternoon," said her Aunt on the way up to the rooms. Later I knocked on their room door and was quickly let inside by Simone. "Is your room ok?" I asked. "Yes it's just amazing with a wonderful view of the hotel pool and plenty of space inside," said Simone who showed me the luxury accommodation they had. I had a large double room but this suite was another class above mine. "Mummy says we'll go over to the clinic in 20-30 minutes," she said nervously. "Good. It's probably best to get this over with and I'll be with you all the way now," I stated reassuringly. Simone had been just a week short of her eighteenth birthday when her wealthy mother had suddenly announced that they would be making this life changing trip to Thailand for these all important surgeries. When I heard it the announcement I asked her Aunt Michelle afterwards, "Do you think that Simone is really ready for all these treatments?" "Oh yes she's definitely more than ready," replied her Aunt who was also a practicing doctor. "I've found the best surgeon who can do all she needs and he comes highly recommended." ******* "I think that Simone really needs help to come to terms with herself and her new feminine feelings," Michelle had said to her twin sister Nicole just a few weeks earlier as they ate breakfast. "Just how do we accomplish that?" Nicole had asked. "Oh it's quite simple really," said Michelle. "She's been living as your daughter successfully for nearly three years now and so she can legally have the final surgery and some other procedures she needs when she's eighteen and that's only a few weeks away." "I know about gender confirmation surgery but what other procedures does she need?" Nicole had asked. "Well I really think she'll need to be completely convincing as a woman afterwards so I'd recommend some plastic surgery to shave her brow bones, trim her nose, breast augmentation implants to at least a D cup to match her larger torso, and then some liposuction to her waist and abdomen." "That's going to cost a small fortune to get all that done here," Nicole stated. "Yes it won't be cheap but it's a good bit cheaper where I have in mind," Michelle replied. "So where?" Nicole had asked anxiously. "I know of an excellent transgender surgical team in Bangkok, Thailand. So let me give them a call to arrange things," Michelle had said. ******* A few days later Michelle reported that the Bangkok clinic could do all the procedures required in time to coincide with Simone's birthday. I heard later that the total bill for it all was close to 40,000 dollars but I wasn't sure if that was true. In any case Nicole thought it was all affordable. Since Simone and I had been dating for a few years, Nicole later generously offered to pay for my flights and accommodation as I was still in High School. I was really happy that I could accompany Simone on the trip. I'd been quite surprised at this gesture as we had not always been on the best of terms. However as she explained, "You are going to be important to Simone's future life as a woman so we think you should come with us. Say you will." "I'm very grateful for the chance," I replied honestly thrilled to be invited and at the prospect of a long flight to Thailand. "Simone is extremely important to me too and I think you know I've accepted her completely." "Yes we think it's important that you are there for her through this difficult time," explained Nicole passing me the flight and hotel booking information so I could understand the arrangements. "Please don't tell her about this just yet. We'll announce it at a surprise birthday party for her." As usual I kept my promise and just a few days before the flight to Thailand there was quite a shock waiting for Simone with that surprise birthday party at her house. When she arrived home from school, she was clearly delighted and moments after we entered, a few of her best girl friends in class also arrived. I'd been tasked by Nicole to tell all of her friends at school about the surprise early birthday party and to help celebrate Simone's recent excellent exam results. Of course all her girl friends including Lee had kept the secret about the surprise and had followed behind us at a discrete distance to her house. With her Aunt Michelle standing beside her mother Nicole spoke to Simone in front of everyone. "Thanks for coming to Simone's birthday party," she said to everyone. "We hope you will all enjoy the evening and have a lovely time." "Now Simone, your aunt and I are both very proud of your tremendous efforts in passing all your exams. So we thought that since you'll now be going to University next year and you'll soon be eighteen we thought we'd throw a surprise party tonight for you and all your girlfriends. And of course you too Robert." "Thanks Mummy," replied Simone clearly delighted and then spontaneously throwing her arms around her mother to give a kiss on the cheek. "You're the best." "Don't mention it darling," replied her Mother. "My birthday present to you is inside this envelope." Simone took the card and asked to open it. "Your Aunt Michelle and I both think that it would make sense that we get everything that needs done when you reach eighteen in a few days time." "Get what done?" asked Simone anxiously still opening the card. "Well after a lot of thought we've decided to take you to Bangkok in Thailand," continued Michelle. "There are top class surgeons there that will make you into the complete woman that you were always destined to be." From delight I saw the shocked and stunned look appear on Simone's pretty face. "What do you mean by complete?" she asked. "Am I not complete now?" "Open your envelope darling," said her mother referring to the large manila envelope with Simone's name clearly written in fancy gold lettering. Without further delay an agitated Simone ripped open the envelope nervously using her long finger nails. She was astonished to see inside that apart from a large birthday card in another envelope there were also a large number of new documents including her passport, travel documents and the hotel reservations including mine. However her biggest shock was reserved after reading the letter from a psychiatrist friend of her Aunt Michelle's that in her opinion as a gender specialist, Simone was now ready for her sexual reassignment surgery after her 18th birthday. "What?" She asked almost speechless. "I don't remember that doctor!" "No but you met her a few times this year when she popped around ostensibly to see me but it was really to assess you. Also I know you very well Simone and we know now that you're ready for this final step," said her Aunt. "This can't be real. I'm don't feel that I am ready for this," Simone said clearly upset. "Believe us you're ready," said her mother. "You've been ready for a long time but we couldn't do this until you reached 18 years old." "But I don't understand all this mad rush," cried Simone still alarmed. "It's as it all says," replied her mother. "We'll fly to Bangkok in three days time so you can finally get your life in order as a woman and fully become my beautiful lovely daughter." "But Mum....." Simone tried to interject but her Aunt Michelle continued instead, "We know it's a lot to take in right now but we really feel it's for the best Simone. I've briefed the medical team in Bangkok and they have given us a super deal on all the surgeries you'll need." Simone was openly sobbing and obviously to me it seemed she was in a deep despair. I knew that she had thought to leave home when she turned 18 or left school but now that seemed impossible as her mother would be taking her to Bangkok instead. The other girls were all just as shocked at first to hear what was planned but seeing the tears fall down Simone's cheeks they all rushed to congratulate her and wish her well. "You'll truly be one of us when you get back," enthused Rachel. "It's going to be perfect just you wait and see," gushed Lee. The other girls then all crowded around and gave her a group hug. They happily gave Simone birthday cards and a small present each which she opened to find that they were all presents appropriate for an 18 year old girl such as jewellery and perfumes. "As you'll be 18 years old when you're in Thailand, a lot of your closest relatives have also sent you presents for your birthday," advised her mother handing some parcels over to Simone. I watched and it was like Simone was a robot as she opened all her gifts and forced a sweet happy smile on opening each of the packages. There was expensive perfume, jewellery such as earrings for pierced ears, some money, sweets and even some sexy lingerie. These were the things most girls dream about receiving and yet it was clear to me that Simone was still in a state of deep shock, and despair about the trip. However her tears and sobs were seen by the other girls as tears of joy and not of sadness. They all in turn hugged and kissed her cheeks. "You even cry just like a girl. How sweet you are," said Lee who had been her old girlfriend from when she was Simon. With every parcel opened up she piled the presents up neatly including the present I'd given her. I'd bought her the pair of 4" high heeled pumps she'd seen in the mall window just a few days earlier. "I might be able to wear those to my graduation," she'd laughed weakly at the time as we walked past the shop window. "Who knows?" I'd shrugged as we walked onwards hand in hand with me feigning any interest after secretly noting the affordable price tag. However it was opening of the final birthday card envelope from her Aunt Michelle that really caused the tears to fall as Simone looked at the contents. Inside the card was a hundred dollar bill and a plain white card with some fancy gold lettering which read: "To my lovely niece Simone, This card just confirms that you will be going to Thailand in a few days and there you will be remodelled into the lovely woman you were always destined to be. Love Aunt Michelle xx" Everyone present at the party then applauded and congratulated Simone and her tears really seemed like they were real tears of joy to everyone present. Everyone already knew that Simone was a girl in the body of a boy since her coming out announcement nearly 3 years earlier. As I looked on at all the many air kisses and hugs of congratulations together with the mascara tear stained cheeks of Simone, I was probably the only one that realised that the tears were probably actual tears of despair and sadness. I had long suspected that my childhood friend Simon the boy, had never really wanted to fully become Simone the girl, but that he had pushed into this by his domineering mother along with the support from her sister Michelle. I had suspected that they it was who had both convinced Simon that this was the way it should be. After all the celebrations and congratulations, we ate some delicious birthday cake and drank lemonade, while Simone was still looking slightly less miserable so I suggested that we go to her bedroom to talk a little after the others had gone home. As some of the girls left they would give me a warm hug, with a whispered "thanks" presumably for the way I had stayed by Simone throughout her difficulties. I suppose they thought that I'd been the very best friend to Simone and who totally accepted all the changes. Chapter 2 - Looking back There are just a few hours left on this long flight to go and I'm relieved that Simone is finally asleep. Her face looks very beautiful to me with her usual expertly applied make-up and her long hair expensively styled. She has lovely pouty lipstick covered lips, long false eyelashes frame her eyes which are slowly moving inside her darkened and closed eyelids. She has finely arched plucked eyebrows and exquisitely manicured long nails. Looking at her I sat back a little and suddenly relived how all this had unfolded. I'd first met Simon in Junior School when we played for the school soccer team. I would often pick him up off the grass after a hard tackle and he would do the same for me. That was the probably the start of our special friendship. At that time there was no sign of the problems that would occur later. As close friends we would travel together on the same route to and from school and we played outside together during our holidays. We sat together in class and it all added to our close friendship. We shared everything and did nearly everything together except go on family holidays. At that time, we were just two ordinary young boys who got into trouble now and then as kids often do. There was a long summer break before we started secondary school and Simon had gone to stay with his Aunt Michelle for a few weeks. On his return I quickly noticed that Simon was somehow different from before. He hadn't developed over the summer like me and his voice hadn't broken like mine had done. He also didn't seem interested in doing the same rough and tumble stuff we'd done before. He often cried real tears at the slightest provocation. I remembered seeing him crying his eyes out on the way home from school one day and when I asked what was wrong he told me that one of our girl classmates had slapped him on the face for no reason. Being the smallest in the class he obviously was easiest to pick on and although I was just a few inches taller I decided I would try and do more to protect him in future. Of course at that time I had no idea his mother and his aunt who had moved into their house had decided that his future was to be completely different from everyone else. I was to learn later that they were already giving Simon medicine to delay the onset of male puberty. He seemed to be unhappy for some reason but there wasn't much I could do as despite my many questions he wouldn't tell me what was wrong. Since our early years we'd always had short boyish haircuts and we often went to the barber shop together. It had been really necessary to have regular haircuts as we were always coming home dirty and short hair was much easier to clean. Now it was clear that Simon's hair was growing longer and longer, so it often led to him being mistaken for a girl especially from behind. It also seemed that he was under instruction to wear his hair down when he left the house but he'd always pull it into a ponytail that he did himself on the way to school. At weekends when we met up I was sometimes surprised to see him wearing what appeared to be the clothes of his older sister Grace. They were mainly unisex in style but clearly the fact that Grace had worn them before attracted more mocking comments from the other kids we played with. Grace didn't exactly help by telling everyone that Simon was always borrowing and wearing her hand me downs. I had a hard time staying aloof from the name calling and teasing at Simon's expense. I often I thought I should join in on the jokes and sometimes I realised that if I didn't join in then they would have picked on me too for being with him. Then one day after another amount of constant name calling, I angrily asked Simon, "Just what's wrong with you? Why won't you stand up for yourself anymore?" "I can't as my mother told me that if I came home looking like I'd been fighting, I'd be wearing my sister's old school uniform the next day," he finally admitted. I didn't know if that was true so questioned him again, "She wouldn't do that to you surely?" I was astonished at his reply. "Your mother just can't force you to wear girl's clothes. Can she?" "Yes now my Aunt is staying with us, my mother listens closely to what she has to say," said Simon. "When I've broken rules, I found out she was serious as I've had to wear some my sister's clothes over some weekends as a punishment. Every few weeks my aunt has also been giving me some vitamin injections but they only seem to leave me feeling weaker and less physically able." All I could do was morally support my friend as best as I could and that happened just a few weeks later when I had to come to his aid. Simon was standing in the boy's toilet when another boy noticed that Simon was wearing bright pink cotton girl's panties. When I entered the toilet a crowd of boys had gathered and they were mocking and taunting him. They were calling him a sissy for wearing girly pink panties. I risked the other boys' anger but courageously helped Simon outside and when we were well away, I asked him to explain why he wore girl's panties to school. "My mother told me to wear them as all mine were in the laundry," he explained. "She said that no one would notice them. That was until I stood to pee and Jimmy noticed me holding them down out of the way." I shook my head not understanding his behaviour and told him, "You can't live this way or you'll always be bullied by everyone for being a sissy." "Do you think I don't know that?" He replied still feeling quite embarrassed. "My mother and my aunt seem to take great delight in my discomfort too. My mother seems to think I should wear my sister's old clothes rather than buy me new ones." Later I realised that I'd risked being caught up in this bid to defend Simon. If I was seen to defend his crazy behaviour perhaps the other kids would make me a target too if I didn't pull back. However Simon was also my best friend and I'd intervened because I'd felt it was the right thing to do. Fortunately, my quick and determined action had taken everyone by surprise and no one reacted against us at the time. I was just glad I hadn't had to fight anyone to save Simon. I also knew that Simon was not living in poverty. He lived in a large house, his mother worked in a high paying job and his aunt worked as a doctor so it made no sense that they should try to save money on something as basic as his underwear. Perhaps there was some other motive for him to wear his sister's old clothes but I couldn't think what it could be. I remembered the sad untimely death of Simon's father years before but the family had recovered from the emotional and financial shock with Simon's mother returning to work as a lawyer while his older sister Gloria was just about to start work. His mother would also have a good widow's pension from her late husband. It was just a few weeks later that I went around to Simon's house to give him back a book I'd borrowed. I'd visited his house many times before and often I'd call round without any warning. This time I wanted to borrow another book I knew he had. After I knocked, his mother opened the door and seemed really quite pleased to see me. "I suppose you've come to see Simon," she asked me in a quite friendly tone. "Yes I came to return this book I borrowed from him and to borrow another he has," I replied taking his book out of my rucksack. "Is he home?" "I see yes he's at home. However he's been confined to his room as unfortunately he's being punished for rude bad behaviour towards his sister," she explained taking the book from me. "So he unfortunately he can't come and see you." "Oh that's a pity," I replied wondering what would warrant such a heavy punishment. "Perhaps you can thank him please for the loan of his book and perhaps ask him if I can borrow the next one?" As I turned to leave to go home disappointed she had a sudden change of mind and told me, "No just wait Robert and I'll get him." "Thanks," I replied turning back to face her thinking I wouldn't be going home empty handed. She stood in the doorway and added, "Don't be too surprised at his punishment. It may seem unusual to some people but it seems to work well to curb his behavioural problems." I was confused at what she meant as she went indoors. She then shouted upstairs to Simon who then came down the stairs a little later. He stood in the doorway blinking in the bright sunshine. On seeing him I was no longer confused by her comment but I was confused and shocked to see what he was wearing. He stood there shyly and was dressed completely as a little girl. He wore a pretty pink dress, pinkish white pantyhose and pink Mary Jane sandals. He even had his long hair in plaits and tied with pink ribbons while he was clearly wearing pink lipstick on his lips. I didn't know who was more embarrassed. This was no unisex clothing he wore now but what a little girl would be expected to wear to a party. When he saw me looking confused outside he immediately started to cry with several tears rolling down his cheeks. "I brought your book back," I stuttered pointing to the book in his mother's hand and trying to ignore what I saw before me. "I also wondered if you could let me borrow the next one?" Instead Simon was still acutely embarrassed and complained in a despairing voice to his Mother, "But Mummy you promised that no one would see me dressed this way." Tears were falling out of his eyes onto the floor. He even cried just like a little girl. "Well I'm sure that Robert will keep your little secret," she replied and then to me she added, "Won't you Robert?" "Yes of course," I replied. I wondered who would believe me if I told them what I had witnessed. "Go and get him the other book!" His mother snapped an order giving him the book I'd just brought back. Instead of obeying her he asked, "But Mummy why do you need to embarrass Robert too with this situation?" "Simon just go and do as you are told! Go and get the other book! Just stop questioning my authority," she said angrily. Unbelievably he meekly went back inside and returned a moment later with the new book. "There you go Robert, I hope you enjoy reading it," Simon said still acutely embarrassed. I even noticed the pink polish on his long fingernails. "Now that wasn't too hard was it?" asked Simon's mother. "No Mummy," replied Simon who was still red faced and teary. "Stop your crying," she commanded handing him her perfumed handkerchief. "Yes Mummy," he said wiping away his tears. "That's a good little girl," she said in what appeared to be a mocking tone. Then she turned to me, "Since Simon and you are good friends I don't see any harm in you knowing how he's punished for bad behaviour. I'm sure that you'll understand that how he is punished is private. I don't approve of corporal punishment and this as you can see is effective." Calling Simon a good little girl was something I hadn't expected to hear but he certainly looked like one. I was in no position to complain about her punishment methods but I didn't approve of them either. I personally felt it would be far better to have a smack on the bottom as normally happened with me rather than this mind game now being played on him. I was still taken aback at the sight before me. He looked just like a little girl in every way imaginable. In fact I even had the impression that this adorable little girl was not really my best friend Simon but somehow someone else. Someone completely different. His mother continued, "If Simon is your best friend, I do hope you can promise to keep this unusual little secret to yourself." She smiled at me as she spoke but I know that she meant business. "Yes of course," I replied. "Yes, I'll keep his secret." "Do you promise?" "Yes I promise." "Very well," she said patting me playfully on the head. "Simon go back to your room now and tidy it dear." "Yes Mummy," replied Simon obediently who quickly left the doorway and walked glumly upstairs. "I'll give Simon this book back at school on Monday," I said putting it into my bag. "I hope you enjoy reading it," she smiled and she closed the door. When I got home I found that I was really not in the mood to read the book as I was still shocked at seeing Simon dressed from head to toe as a pretty little girl. I thought about it all that afternoon and evening wondering why he'd just allowed his mother to do that to him. It got so bad that I couldn't eat my food at dinner. My mother asked worriedly, "Are you feeling OK honey?" "Yes I'm fine. I'm really not feeling very hungry tonight," I replied and then lied. "I had a cheeseburger earlier at the mall." "That was a bit silly," she replied. "I made a big effort to make you a good dinner too." "Sorry Mum I just didn't think. Perhaps I can have something later?" "No something is bothering you," she said after studying my face. "It's not like you to miss eating your supper." "Honestly I'm fine really," I lied. "Can I leave the table?" I added after pushing a couple of mouthfuls into my mouth and chewing. "Yes you can go but I'll be up later," she said finishing her meal. So I went upstairs to my room to think about the situation with Simon. I tried to read the book but I just kept thinking about him and his crazy situation. I also found it strangely interesting and wondered how I would react if I was in his position. Unbeknownst to me my Mum was wondering if what was wrong with me was connected to my visit to Simon's house. She knew that I had been to see Simon because I had told her I was going there. It did not take her long to understand where my problem lay after she'd called Simon's mother Nicole. "I understand that my son paid a visit to Simon today to return a book," my Mum said as she started her call. "Yes that's right he was here around 2pm," replied Nicole. "He's a very well mannered boy." "He seems to be upset about something that happened today but he won't say what's bothering him. Did you see or hear anything strange that might have upset him so much?" My Mum asked. "No nothing out of the ordinary," Nicole replied. "Though Simon had been confined to his room after what he did with his sister." "Perhaps that's what was wrong with Robert then," my Mum said. "As long as I've known him your son's been a well behaved young man." "Well lately he's been acting up and since I'm not a believer in corporal punishment my sister reckoned she had the answer for an effective punishment," Nicole replied. "Perhaps I could use it on Robert," she laughed though she was curious to learn what they were actually doing. "So do you just confine him to his room? It was lovely outside today so I can see how that would work with an active boy like Simon," commented my Mum. "No it was a little bit more than that," replied Nicole. "Whatever it was, it seems to have really shocked my son," Mum commented. She was still keen to learn what it was Nicole had done. "Very well," she said. "It seems that after advice we've found that he calms down a great deal once he's dressed as a little girl." "Oh my goodness," exclaimed my mother. "I can see how that would affect him. It would have an effect on any normal boy." "Lately Simon has been anything but normal. My sister Michelle reported that he misbehaved constantly when he stayed with her last summer. She thinks that it may be related to his going through puberty so since she's a doctor she's been treating him for me." "But he's always been a well behaved normal boy," repeated my Mum. "Not now he isn't," replied Nicole. "He and his sister are always fighting over something. My sister Michelle thinks he's very jealous of his sister as she is a very pretty and popular girl." "Yes I've always thought that Gloria was very beautiful," admitted my Mum. "So yes perhaps Simon is jealous." "That's where my sister's idea comes in," added Nicole. "Oh it was her idea?" Asked my Mum. "Yes she suggested that he's dressed head to toe as a pretty little girl for a period of time. It's usually a day at the weekend so to avoid causing him and anyone he might meet any embarrassment. That's what happened today between Robert and Simon. Perhaps that's why Robert was concerned. However there's no need for him to worry as my sister has dealt with this kind of problem before." "Still it really can't be healthy doing that to a young boy like Simon," my Mum voiced her concerns again but they were then dismissed by Nicole. "This treatment works because it really calms him down a lot," she claimed. "I did ask Robert to promise me that he would keep this a secret and that's probably why he didn't talk about this to you. That says a lot about him." "Yes he's kept his promise," my mother agreed. "Now I know what's wrong with him I'll go and have a talk to him about it. Thanks and good night." After the call my Mum came upstairs and knocked on my door with a large mug of cocoa and some biscuits. "Well I've just spoken with Simon's Mum about what happened this afternoon. I also know now why you couldn't eat your supper," she said sitting on my bed as I dropped Simon's book that I'd hardly started. "She told me she does this to Simon as nothing else seems to work to calm him down. It's all done under the medical supervision of Simon's Aunt Michelle. So she's dealing with it." "I don't really believe that Simon needs to be calmed down though," I replied. "When I speak to him he seems shy, docile and calm at school. Today at his house he was very agitated and anxious so it seems wrong to me what they're doing." "Well there's no law against this petticoat punishment he gets. She told me that Simon had misbehaved badly when he stayed with his Aunt Michelle over last summer," she added. "Yeah, that's not a good punishment though it's just crazy to do that to Simon," I replied angrily. "Can't we stop them?" "No we can't really get involved in this even though you are best friends," said Mum. "It's none of our concern how they discipline Simon if it doesn't involve any real physical harm." "Isn't this more of a cruel mental punishment? That must make it very bad for poor Simon as he'll be seen as ridiculous by everyone he meets," I said remaining unhappy at my Mum's decision not to get involved any more. "That maybe so but I'm sure that come Monday and school he will be back to normal," she replied. "But at even at school he's been in trouble as he's been seen wearing his sister's old pink underwear in the toilets," I replied. "What doesn't make sense is he told me his mother makes him wear them to save money. Yet his Mum drives around in a fancy big Range Rover car." "I'll admit that does seem strange," she replied. "If it worries you that much take some of your old underwear to school so that Simon wears those instead. You've plenty of old underpants that should fit him." "That's a good idea, I'll do that," I replied. "I still think it's just crazy." "I agree it's not a normal but it's been known to work on boys who behave badly. In time any normal boy will not want to experience this so in time it should improve his behaviour," she stated. "Who knows perhaps Simon prefers this to being spanked on the bottom like I've done to you. Remember the time I caught you stealing apples from next door and I had to punish you? You couldn't stop crying because of a few slaps on your bare behind but you learnt not to do it again." "Yes that worked on me," I replied about that unhappy memory. "I don't want that again. Besides that you did let me plant my own apple tree in the garden later." "So now there's no need to steal as we will have our own lovely apples each year," she added. "Perhaps Simon will learn to behave using this but I get a bad feeling there is another motive in all this," I stated my concerns. "I don't think we can judge the methods of other parents," she stated candidly. "We will just have to see how effective it is. I get the impression it will be effective on him and we won't see him in a dress again. He seems bright and intelligent and will surely have learnt his lesson." "I hope so Mum," I replied. "His mother asked that we don't spread this to anyone else so he's not embarrassed any further," she added. "Well his mother did make me promise not to talk about it to anyone but you asked me after you'd talked to her." "Yes you did keep your promise. You should continue to keep your promise to her and not talk about this with your other friends," she said. "No I won't talk about it Mum. I promise." She replied. "If you're still hungry can I get you a sandwich and another cocoa?" "That would be lovely," I replied handing her the empty mug. She disappeared and returned shortly later with two sandwiches and the mug refilled. I hugged her goodnight before tucking into the food. In the following week as usual Simon and I walked to school together. However there was a definite strain between us and other than an initial "hello" we just walked in silence to school. It seemed that he was unable to talk about what had occurred at his house though when I gave him my old underwear and he smiled at me and thanked me for caring that much about his predicament. For my part, I was still too embarrassed to engage in normal conversation with him. However after a few days that didn't last when we talked about the football match we'd watched on TV the night before. We relived the goals and action from such a spectacular game together. Soccer had always been a passion of ours and I was glad it was still the same for him. It all seemed forgotten as the following weeks went on without any incident or problems. It still seemed that Simon was growing at a much slower speed to me as I was now some 4 or 5 inches taller and his voice still hadn't broken. Then one weekend a few months later I'd arranged to visit him so we could do some research on a school history project and I was surprised to find him dressed completely as a girl yet again. "Please excuse my dress today," he'd said politely to me on opening the front door. I suspected that it was a dress his sister had worn in the past but what disturbed me most was that not only was he wearing a dress, he was also wearing make-up on his face and his oval shaped nails were also sporting bright pink nail polish. "So what did you do wrong this time?" I asked curiously as I expected that this was supposed to be another punishment imposed by his mother. "Please I really don't want to talk about it," replied Simon who led me inside and then upstairs. "You do look very cute in that dress," I replied teasing him a little as we walked upstairs, "I see you wear make-up too now." "Yes my Aunt told me to put on some make-up today. I think I did a good job," he replied fluttering his long false eyelashes to show me. "Yes you do look very pretty. I would say almost like any real girl at school," I smiled trying to put him at ease. I was anything but at ease. "Thanks," he blushed leading me into his bedroom. I was then astonished to see that his previous bedroom layout was completely changed. Gone were the model aircraft and posters of racing motorbikes and cars he liked so much while in their place were dolls and posters of pop stars such as Lady Gaga and Katy Perry. His room was also painted a pale pink colour while his bedclothes were also pink in design which made a change from his usual boy style bedcovers and pillowcases. With some difficulty we did the project work together; however I found it hard to appreciate that my best friend looked like a convincing girl. When we were finished he led me downstairs to the front door where his mum emerged from the kitchen. "Ah there you are Simone," she called from the door. We turned to face her. "Please don't call me Simone Mummy," pleaded Simon. "Well you don't look like a Simon now do you?" she said sarcastically. "No I don't Mummy," he replied. "I'll behave in future." "Well if you don't you know what will happen don't you?" she added. "I hope you are keeping your promise Robert." "Yes of course I am Mrs Jones," I replied still making for the door and exit. "Did you get the project work finished?" she asked. "Yes we did some good work," I replied. "Simon found a good website with lots of information." "He's not Simon when he's in a dress and make-up," she replied. "Right now she's called Simone." I gave my farewells to Simon and was relieved to get outside and into the fresh air. I ran home keeping what I had seen and heard to myself. In some ways I was quite excited that I was being trusted with this secret situation. After that weekend when I called round, I found that Simon was regularly dressed as a young teenage girl. Even to the extent that he wore shoes with small heels while his hair was all brushed out and hanging down past his narrow shoulders. Even his eyebrows had been plucked and arched, while he wore pierced gold or silver earrings that dangled from his ears. Each time I called by over that spring term it seemed he was becoming less of a boy and ever more of a girl. I didn't understand why it was happening and when I tried to find the real reasons, he would just tell me that he didn't want to talk about it or if I didn't stop asking I should go home. Obviously all these obvious changes to his appearance meant that he was the subject of yet more serious ridicule at school. He was obviously target for a lot of bad name calling with the favourites being "tranny" and "faggot". He was regularly pushed around and made to feel very unhappy by most of the boys we'd grown up with however the girls were now becoming less insulting. It seemed that even if he reverted back to look like the rest of us, he would still suffer the jeers and comments as he'd been this way for so long. He bore the brunt of the insults well, but rather than get out of this painful situation it seemed that he provoked the comments as he wore yet more and more effeminate styles and accessories including, bracelets, earrings and clear nail polish on his long nails. When I asked why he wore these things he simply said, "It's my mother's desire. She will make things worse if I don't do as she says." During sports he would change in the disabled toilet to avoid further embarrassment however one day some boys barged into his private changing room. They discovered that he was wearing his usual bright girl underwear, black pantyhose on his legs and his toenails were a bright red in colour. We were all called into see what a girly boy Simon had become. Even I noticed that his breasts were looking puffy while he had no muscle definition on his body. After that incident he had to get his mother to get him excused from attending sports class again and instead he was allowed to study cookery. Chapter 3 - No male puberty I was invited to Simon's thirteenth birthday party and he grimaced as his mother gave him a pair of shiny gold loop earrings for his pierced ears while his aunt had given him a store discount card to a female clothing store. While the boys still called him derogatory names but generally otherwise ignored him, the girls in school had clearly noticed the effeminate changes. Simon's eyebrows were now thinned out into fine arches. In addition, his fingernails were shaped long and kept carefully coated in polish. His previous clear nail polish was replaced with ever more colourful polishes that didn't escape the notice of the girls as his nails now either shone or sparkled. His eyes were different too as his eyelashes always wore lots of mascara and his eyes were ringed with black eyeliner. Fortunately though for Simon several girls in class decided that they wanted to be good friends with him and they adopted him into their friends group. Perhaps they felt less threatened or intimidated by him than the other boys in our class. Whatever the reason, he was constantly always in the company of one or two girls around the school as I decided that I would keep my distance from him in public for now. However I was still his only male friend as the rest of the boys apparently shunned him. I was conscious that perhaps Simon thought that our friendship was drying up because of the changes in him so one day I asked him if he would like to go and see a movie at the cinema. "I'd really like that," Simon had said as we walked home as usual. "What time? What Movie?" "I'll call round at 2pm tomorrow and I thought we could see the new Batman movie together." "Oh I'd like to see it," he replied as we parted as usual at his gate with a high five. I watched him run up to his front door with a large smile on his face. So the next day I called around at the appointed time only to find that Simon wasn't at home. His Aunt who answered the door invited me inside to wait as he wouldn't be very long. "He's gone to the hairdresser with his Mum as his hair is really quite long now and it needed styling," she explained. I noticed that she used the word styling instead of cut which worried me a little. I wondered how he would look when he got back. "Oh I can come back later," I replied looking at my watch and thinking we'd ,iss the movie. "There's no need to leave, in fact I think they've just returned," she smiled. I'd expected and hoped to see that Simon's really long hair would be cut in a much shorter boyish style. However given the recent past I wasn't so surprised to see that his hair was styled in a long flowing feminine style well below his shoulders with blonde streaks and quite delicate curls. If anything his hair seemed even longer. My best friend looked like a girl and I certainly couldn't recognise him as Simon. His hair had obviously been given a lighter colour too and I learnt later that hair extensions had been added to his hair. He sported three inch long dangly earrings from his ears, while his eyes that were as usual highlighted with black eyeliner they also now featured long fake eyelashes. His lips had been painted with a dark red lipstick and matched his nail polish on what looked like false nails. The killer change that he was no longer Simon was that he wore an elegant teenage style sundress with matching 2" kitten heeled shoes. His hairless legs were highlighted by shining sheer nude style pantyhose while he carried a white leather clutch bag. Now I'd seen Simon dressed as a girl a few times before but this was really different. He really didn't look like my friend Simon any more. He quite clearly looked like a teenage girl called Simone. "Wow!" That was all I could say as I saw him walk gracefully into the kitchen where I was waiting. There wasn't a hint of any wobble as he walked in the shoes indicating he 'd had some practice. At the behest of Michelle, Simon did a twirl around and he stood demurely with his hands clasped in front of him. His mother spoke as she put her car keys in her bag, "Robert please meet my new daughter Simone. Very soon the person who was Simon will be known as a girl called Simone full time. Won't you my dear?" "Yes Mummy I will," Simone replied dutifully though there seemed to be no real enthusiasm in her voice. Strangely I felt attracted to this Simone so I went forward and enthusiastically greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She smiled at me and seemed to like my apparent enthusiasm for her. She looked completely like a vision of a girl and nothing of the old Simon seemed to remain. I didn't understand why it was happening but I just liked what I saw and so it seemed did Simone's mother and aunt. "It's really wonderful to meet you Robert," Simone said trying to calm any misgivings I might have had. "You look quite incredible as Simon," I replied. "What an astonishing transformation." "I know. Isn't it all wonderful how well she looks?" asked his mother. "But it's probably best that you call her Simone from now on. I hope you'll continue to be close friends despite this huge change." "I hope we can too," I said sitting down on the edge of the kitchen stool. Simon looked truly beautiful in my eyes and I was already wondering what the future would bring for him if this was to be reality. I hoped that we'd be the same as before but perhaps in time we'd be even closer since I'd been allowed to witness this amazing transformation. "That's just perfect," cried out Nicole who seemed delighted that I'd accepted the change so easily. "I can present my darling girl Simone to you then so that you can take her out on a date to the movies this afternoon. "I think she should have been born a girl," added Michelle smiling. However before the cinema date we all sat down to have some tea and biscuits that Michelle had prepared for them coming home. "Simone already told me that you want to go and see a movie today," said Nicole to me. "Yes I thought perhaps we could go and see the new Batman movie," I replied. "Oh I don't think that would now be suitable for a young lady like Simone," said Michelle. "Perhaps there's another movie you can see instead?" "Well it looks like we will miss the start of the movie now," I said looking at the clock as it was nearer to three o clock than two. So a little annoyed I checked on my phone and saw that there was a Victorian costume drama beginning at 3:30pm so I suggested that instead. "Perfect after our tea I'll take you both in my car and buy your tickets as my treat," cried Nicole happily. Simon though was clearly nervous at the thought of going out in public again dressed as a girl. His mother sensed his anxiety and tried to calm his nerves. "Come now Simone dear. You'll quite enjoy going out in public with Robert won't you? No one you meet will suspect that you're anything but a normal girl out with her boyfriend to see a movie. That's all it will be. That happens all the time and it's perfectly normal isn't it?" "Yes Mummy, I'll try and relax," Simon replied but still looking unsure. However Michelle decided to intervene then and took Simon out of the kitchen. I didn't know it at the time but she must have used some kind of hypnosis to alter Simon's mood and he seemed much more relaxed when they returned. So an hour later than I expected, we headed towards the cinema complex and armed with our tickets paid for by Nicole as promised, we headed towards the ticket check barrier. There were no rude comments any more as the girl who we both recognised in the year above ours simply took our tickets and tore off the entry parts. It was the first time I'd been seen with Simon dressed as a girl and I could sense he was quite afraid of being discovered. I grasped his slim hand that had been made longer with those stupid false nails. As we walked toward the theatre door we waved goodbye to Nicole who had been watching us. We took our seats and I asked Simon how he was feeling. "I'm still a little nervous but I'm glad you are with me," he said with a voice that completely matched his soft appearance of a pretty girl. It was strange that despite his appearance I still thought of him as Simon and that was just a phase he was going through, "I can imagine," I replied still holding his hand in mine to comfort him. "What did you and Michelle do outside the kitchen?" I asked. "She uses some hypnosis on me," Simon replied sweetly and delicately. "It helps me to accept things better." "Oh that's interesting," I replied. "I've never been hypnotised before." Then I thought about it and decided that probably Simon sometimes struggles with these huge changes and so needs this hypnosis to succeed. He munched on some popcorn so I said, "I think you make a very lovely girl so I imagine it will be get easier for you from now on." "How do you mean?" Simon asked. "Well it must be confusing with all that half boy - half girl dressing that you've been doing. That probably causes more problems than being a full time boy or full time girl, don't you think?" "That's what my Aunt said," replied Simon. "That's partly the reason I went to the beauty salon today. On Monday I wish I could be going to school as a girl but I will wait now until the new school year." I still held his slim hand in mine tightly as we watched the movie together. When it finished, we waited patiently until everyone else had left and the lights had gone up before walking outside too. Simon put her small handbag over her shoulder and made her excuses to visit the ladies toilet. I decided that I would visit the gent's toilets and when I was done I waited patiently for Simon to emerge. A few minutes later I was grabbing his hand and we walked out to find his mother waiting to take us home as promised. "I must say you two do look good together," she said happily."I do hope that you both remain close friends and perhaps even closer friends from now on." On reaching the car, I gallantly helped Simon into his seat and I admired his dainty feminine mannerisms and movements that looked perfectly natural for a girl. Even his wrists were limp and soft. I'd been totally amazed that I couldn't find any tell tale signs that suggested he'd ever been a boy. I would have liked to ask Simon lots more questions about the reasons that led to this change. Was it his mother and aunt who had encouraged this or was it a decision Simon had made alone? However inside the big car, we just held hands as we talked about the movie we had just watched like any normal couple would. Nicole was glad that we'd enjoyed the movie and offered to take us to see more. She also offered to take us to a restaurant for dinner but I declined saying that I had a school project to complete for homework and I had to get home. Simon didn't let go of my hand until the car stopped outside his house. I was having mixed emotions over the situation as on one hand I was sitting beside such a beautiful looking girl and on the other I was embarrassed that this girl had once been my very best male friend. "Good evening, children. How was the movie?" asked Michelle as we entered the kitchen. "It was all very romantic," gushed Simon who kissed her Aunt on the cheek in greeting in a quite unforced way. "Well Simone, I hope you're going to thank your friend for escorting you," reminded his mother entering behind us. Simon turned towards me and looking down offered a polite but timid, "Thank you Robert for being my escort." However Nicole chided her, "Come on Simone, you can do much better than that. What did we teach you about how a girl says thanks?" "Yes Mummy I'm sorry," said Simon who then came closer and we hugged briefly before he reluctantly I felt, kissed me on the cheek. I was even more surprised when he eagerly took out a lipstick and compact mirror to naturally apply fresh lip colour. That in turn made me wipe my cheek where I'd been kissed. It was a huge shock the following Monday when I met Simon walking to school as usual because his long blonde hair was tied up as usual into a ponytail. He also wore long trousers even if they were designed for a girl. I didn't see any long earrings but instead he wore simple gold studs in his pierced ears. Apart from a little mascara Simon wore no make-up or polish on those still long fingernails. Neither of us talked about what had happened at the weekend but we did smile often at each other in an embarrassed way as we walked to school. Chapter 4 - Her Transformation In the months that followed I saw Simon regularly at school and also at weekends as he continued to live a double life dressing as an androgynous boy at school and then always as a pretty and lovely girl at weekends. While we continued to remain friends it was clear to me that we grew a little distant and I felt that perhaps I'd been used to help Simon deal with boys and dating. So as he seemed more distant, I started to see a nice girl called Lucy who was my first real girlfriend. I was also happy to see that Simon didn't remain lonely at school and he had been adopted by a group of girls who were all destined to remain friends until they left school. Among them was a red haired girl called Lee who was often seen holding Simon's hand as they walked around the school. They would often kiss hello when Simon met Lee as we arrived at school. I was delighted that perhaps Simon would perhaps see sense and return to being a boy again. While Simon no longer tried to act as a macho boy most of the time especially with Lee, his style was becoming more and more androgynous at school. Eventually tight-fitting leggings would take the place of his female style trousers while sweaters and T-shirts became ever more colourful or garish. Towards the end of the second year of high school, Simon had simply abandoned wearing any male clothing. His cotton shirts were replaced by silk women's blouses. The rounded collars, small knots, ribbons or embroidery on the blouses were clearly feminine in style. Some of these blouses were quite thin material and it was clear that Simon was usually wearing lace teddies underneath. Simon often wore waist cinchers to pull in his waist a little more to give quite distinctive feminine curves. There was no obvious sign of breasts yet but I suspected that perhaps he didn't want that extra complication just yet. Often Simon would wear female style heeled shoes and boots instead of the usual trainers or sports shoes. Being still quite small, Simon would often wear shoes with a modest block heel. After school one day we walked to the local shopping mall together with Lee. They wanted to buy a small present for another girl who would be fifteen in a few days time. I wasn't surprised when in one shop the assistant, called out to Simon, "Can I help you Miss?" I know this wasn't to Lee as she was inside the changing room trying on something. It seemed that none of Simon's effeminate behaviour really bothered Lee who seemed to like that she was close to Simon. Lee still called him Simon when they were together. One day when we waited on Simon to emerge from his cookery class, I spoke to Lee about Simon and found out that she liked the way he was. "He is such a delight to be with," she said. "He has a few problems but he seems to have adjusted to his situation." "In what way?" I asked. "Well in every way. He is very attentive towards me and notices when things are not right," she explained. "Do you ever see Simon at the weekend?" I asked. "No only here at school," she replied which indicated that she wasn't aware of him wearing dresses or skirts outside of school. At that time apart from Simon's own family, I was the only one who knew about the real Simon. It seemed also that instead of being forced or punished to wear girl's clothes that it was now a strong desire or his free choice to wear female clothes at the weekend. This was regularly confirmed whenever I visited his home to find him waiting completely dressed in a pretty dress, sophisticated hairstyle, and full makeup. There seemed to be no internal struggle or conflict. For everyone else Simon was the effeminate boy who had intentionally cultivated this androgynous look at school. Everything was fine too between my girlfriend Lucy and me, although sometimes she was jealous of the time I spent with Simon particularly at the weekends. Although Lucy had no idea that Simon was dressing up as Simone at the weekends. I would often visit him so that we could do our homework tasks together. I often was better at some subjects than him but we helped each other pass with good grades. One Sunday I remember was when we had some difficult mathematics homework to do and so I went around to his house as arranged. When I knocked on the door he was dressed completely as Simone as he answered happily. He wore a short knee length pleated skirt, a cream blouse and surprisingly tall black 4" stiletto heels. He wore black sheer pantyhose and his now long thick hair cascaded down his back while his face was still devoid of any make-up he still looked pretty. "Ah here you are," she said letting me enter. "We can go upstairs to my room rather than use my Aunt's study." "Why?" I asked. "Well I still need to do my make-up and my Aunt and Mum are chatting in the study," he said so we climbed the stairs up to his room. I followed watching how easily he walked in such tall stiletto heels. I had never thought until now to question why he wore such extreme shoes in the house which surely wouldn't be practical or comfortable. "Why are you wearing shoes like these?" I asked. "Don't you like that I can wear them?" he asked in reply. "Yes I'm impressed that you can move so easily in them. They do look as though they would need a lot of practice to master." "No it's been easy really as my Aunt spent time showing me how to walk in them," smiled Simon. "She had me walk in the kitchen up and down and I learnt how to put the stiletto heel down first deliberately and it was also easier if I rocked my hips a little." "Do they not hurt your feet? They do look a little tight and very uncomfortable," I said as we reached the landing. "At first they did but no not now. I can wear them all day and I usually do at the weekend," he said opening the bedroom door. He turned around to check no one was listening and softly said, "To be honest though you're so lucky you can stay as a boy and be a man. I'd rather that than this." "Don't worry I'm sure that one day these feelings will come to an end. Besides you have a lovely girlfriend in Lee and it's been good with her hasn't it?" I asked. "Yes, luckily she's there for me. But I think she likes my effeminate nature too much so if I behaved like you or the other guys in class, I think she'd just break up with me. If anything she encourages me to be even more feminine and she often shares her cosmetics and jewellery with me. Only you know what I have to deal with here at home." "Yes as I promised I've kept your home situation a secret," I replied thinking that's what he meant. "Even my mother doesn't know about how you look now at weekends." "Perhaps we can change things when we're older," Simon said sitting on his bed and crossing his stocking covered legs. "When we're adults we'll be able to do what we want. I think my life then will not be so pink every day." Simon then went over to his dressing table and looking at me in the mirror started to carefully apply the cosmetics in a pink bag. He would look at me in silence as he opened the bottles and applied the colours to his face to show he knew exactly everything that was needed. "Surely as you get older you'll obviously become much more masculine and your voice will break as mine did, you'll be able to grow a beard no doubt and get body hair so it'll be impossible to look like a pretty girl or woman in those circumstances," I said hoping that was helpful. Instead of replying Simon applied a deep red lipstick to his lips. "It'd be ridiculous to force you to dress as a girl then. Surely even your mother will be well obliged to recognize that you're a boy and not a girl then," I continued. Tears though began to flow down Simon's recently painted face, "Sadly no. I don't think it'll happen to me." "But why ever not?" I asked. "It'll not happen because my Aunt gives me regular injections to prevent it," he stated. "What in God's name does she give you?" I asked alarmed. "I don't know what it is but I'm given regular injections that stop me from entering a male puberty," Simon explained. "Then recently she's been giving me regular injections of other stuff so my skin's now much softer and even my chest area is puffy and growing bigger." "Do y