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Howard Ashly patiently sat in class waiting for the professor to begin
her lecture. He had a spiral tablet and a pen poised to take notes. He
really wanted to do well. It was the first day of his college classes and
Howard wanted to get off to a great start.
Forty-five minutes later, he felt drained. The woman covered so much
information that he was exhausted. He'd done his best to listen carefully
and write down all the important points. He wondered if he had done as
well as he hoped.
If this was a first-day test, Howard thought, I got a barely passing
grade. I'm really going to need to up my game.
He felt like he'd used a whole day's worth of energy up in less than an
hour. You're new at this, he thought. It's going to take some time.
As he stood up, he noticed the girl sitting two seats down in the row
from him. She was quite pretty and was staring at him. He felt a bit
self-conscious and wondered if his fly was down. He smiled. "Hi. What did
you think of the lecture?"
The woman smiled back. "She covered a lot of material but it came right
from her book starting with Chapter One, page one." She stood up too and
Howard noticed her outfit which looked quite smart on her. She was
wearing a long flowing dress with a jacket. Everything was nicely color
coordinated. She had beautiful hair tied loosely back in a ponytail.
Howard felt like he was in sixth grade. I'm so stupid, he thought.
"Really? She has a book?"
"Yep. An easy to read one that you could go through in no time. Her
lecture is pretty basic after reading the book. It's pretty simple to
take notes once you've read the chapters. Easy to follow along and all."
Howard knew she was talking down to him like he was retarded. "Wow. I
didn't know that. Cool to know. Can you tell this is my first college
experience?"
"Well, all this stuff was available online. But, since you're a rookie, I
guess you deserve a break." She laughed and her smile was infectious.
"You're more than welcome to borrow it. I have it back in my room. If you
want to walk on over, we can get it now. I don't have another class until
this afternoon."
"Me, too. If you don't mind."
"No, it's cool."
He stuck out his hand. "Howard. Howard Ashly."
She looked at him strangely. "Sure. I'm Darlene. Simons."
They walked back to her dorm and signed in. Then they went up two flights
of steps and down the hall.
"I'm really lucky I don't have a roommate. C'mon in and I'll dig out her
book."
Howard sat down in the school supplied desk chair and watched while she
extricated the book from a heap of notebooks and other textbooks piled in
a box under her bed. Finally, she cheered herself.
"I wondered if I dreamed it all up. Here it is. Keep it until you've
finished it."
Howard thanked her and asked if there was anything he could do for her in
return.
"Actually, there is. You can sign my magazine. Right on this page here."
She grabbed a thick, glossy magazine and flipped through it. "See?"
She was holding it open to the fashion shoot showing one model wearing
several different outfits. The shoot was several pages long, but the page
she chose showed the model wearing a glamorous cocktail dress, stockings,
and stilettos. It was in Vogue.
Howard blushed deeply. "You caught me, huh? What was the give away?"
"Your profile." She smiled as she examined the signature. It said
'Ashley'. "You look so beautiful there. I couldn't believe you were
sitting right next to me. I can't believe you're passing as a boy to go
to NYU."
Howard sighed and sat back down in the chair. He shook his head. "Well,
yeah. I am a boy. It's just that I've made a living doing that for so
many years."
Darlene was dumbfounded. She paged through the photos again. "I would
have never guessed. I mean, I thought you were pulling some kind of
prank. I mean, you're beautiful even now just sitting here. But, you look
more like a girl posing as a guy."
Howard frowned and hesitated. He finally nodded. "Yeah, well, maybe to
you. But most people just see what they expect to see."
She sat there staring, first at the magazine, and back at Howard. "Yeah,
maybe. But, well, so why are you here at NYU if you make such good money
at modeling?"
Howard hesitated. He tried to keep his explanation simple. He really
didn't want to bore his new friend. "Modeling is okay. You're right. It
pays just fine, but I don't want to do it forever. Well, and there's the
guy thing. I mean, I like being a guy even if it's been on the down low
for a long time and well, I'm only making a living modeling. I don't want
to live full time as a woman forever."
Darlene looked disappointed. "Gee, well, I'm glad I didn't out you in
front of anyone else. You seem like a nice person even though I'm having
trouble seeing you as a man. How did all this start?"
Howard smiled. "It's a long story but if you let me buy you lunch, I'll
bore you for a while."
"Sure," said Darlene. She slipped her arm inside of his and grabbed his
shoulder. "Let's go, Howard. I can't wait to hear this. But, it's really
hard not calling you Ashley. I'm in fashion design and well, I kinda had
a girl crush on you growing up. I always wanted to be you."
Howard laughed. "Well, hold that thought until after you've heard the
story. Then you can decide if you want to be me."
Howard and Darlene walked out of the dorm room and he watched while
Darlene checked to make sure the door locked behind them. As they walked
along, she grabbed his hand.
She smiled. "I mean when I was fifteen, I seriously thought you were the
prettiest model in Seventeen and then Glamour. You did all those spreads
and well, I would have never guessed."
Howard sighed inwardly. He felt like he was sliding down a hill into a
deep hold. He started his story.
"I was ten when my dad died. It happened all of a sudden and our family
wasn't prepared. No big insurance policy no big savings account. He
didn't leave much behind to take care of us and mom was already working
at his law firm as the office manager. Even though it was just mom and
me, well, we thought life was going to get better, not worse."
"We were near broke. We had a nice house with a really big mortgage
payment monthly. Mom's salary didn't cover much of our monthly expenses.
We'd always relied on my father's check to see us through. As we started
to go belly up, Dad's partners wanted mom to go back to school and get
her law degree, too. They wanted to help her financially. So mom went
back to school on Saturdays, all day.
"Mom didn't like the idea of me being a latchkey kid on Saturdays so I
was entrusted to hang out with Mrs. Michael, a really nice lady who lived
in our neighborhood. She has a daughter named Brianne who was a year
younger than me.
Brianne was very cute and was a model. She mostly did catalog work
starting off when she was eight-years-old. Mrs. Michael carted Brianne
around all over the place and my mom allowed Mrs. Michael to cart me
along. So for a couple of weeks, I was up close them when Brianne would
do catalog shoots."
"Catalogue shoots?"
"Uh-huh. Like JC Penny and Sears. Back then, it was more common for
people to look through catalogs for clothing. Buying on the internet was
not the thing to do yet. I was dragged along to each of these shoots. I
would sit all day and watch the photographer and the producer set things
up and get clothes ready for Brianne. And then at the end of every
Saturday, they'd give Mrs. Michael an envelope and hand Brianne all the
clothes that she tried on. She got to take everything home with her.
There were always several bags full of clothing."
"So one day, the photographer was all steamed up when we got there. It
was supposed to be scheduled for a two-person shoot and the boy never
showed up. They were stuck and the photographer was mad. So guess who
substituted in for his first modeling payday? I was so proud when I
carried home a check for three hundred dollars to my mom that day."
"She cried because it was a lot of money back then. And I was happy
because I had a brand new wardrobe to wear to school. It was the first
time that I had new clothes since my dad had died. Money was still short
and buying new clothes were not as important as paying bills."
"The next Saturday when I returned for another catalog shoot, there was
no job for a boy that day. I was really disappointed. After seeing how
excited mom got when I brought home a check, I was pretty negative. The
producer mentioned that they did have a spot for a second girl in the
shoot.
Both the photographer and the producer shrugged. They asked me if I
minded playing a little Halloween costuming and dressing up as a girl. I
agreed to it. I would have done pretty much anything for another
paycheck. And sure, for the same three hundred dollars, they found me a
wig and I wore three pairs of Spanx to give me some curves.
I took home a check and Brianne was pleased because she got twice as many
clothes that day. I remember her laughing and saying they'd have to wash
the cooties out of the clothes that I had tried on and worn that day for
the shoot.
And the best part was that Mrs. Michaels and Brianne were both very
professional about me dressing up in girl's clothes and modeling all day.
They didn't tease me and Brianne never said a word to anyone at school."
Darlene smiled. "That was kind of them. Brianne could have made you feel
bad about dressing in girl's clothing. I'm guessing that your little
boy's ego could have been crushed."
"Yeah. Egos are a tough thing to deal with. But when it happens a little
bit at a time, well, suddenly one day you turn around and it's all
different.
They were standing in the college lunchroom and each of them was looking
at the menu on the wall. Darlene grabbed a burger with fries and Howard
picked out a spinach salad with dressing on the side. Howard's stomach
tightened a little looking at the fat oozing out of the meat and onto the
plate. He'd given up fats and meats a long time ago.
Howard nodded. "Well, Brianne really liked me. I was quite the charmer at
ten, you know." He laughed at his own self-deprecating humor.
"So what happened?"
"Well, there are a lot more jobs for girls in catalog fashion than boys
and it I wanted to bring home a check each Saturday, it meant dressing up
as a girl. So, after a while, I was wearing girls clothing almost every
Saturday."
"It became automatic. I mean, I really stopped thinking about it. It was
almost a surprise when they needed a guy to model. I guess I just assumed
I'd be wearing girly clothes every Saturday."
My mom never said it, but we started counting on those checks and well,
it never entered my mind to say no. I mean, it was pretty harmless and
the only ones who knew were the producer and her husband, the
photographer. I got used to wearing makeup and wigs."
Howard paused and stared out into space as he chewed his salad. He tried
not to look at Darlene chewing on the cheap, gristly fatty burger she was
eating. He could even smell it.
"Things started changing. I stopped getting haircuts and started letting
my hair grow so I wouldn't have to wear the wigs. My mom never said
anything and well, it just seemed like a smart thing to do. After a
while, I went to the same salon as Brianne to have my hair cut and
shaped. After two years, my hair was on my shoulders so I was looking
more and more like a girl."
"What happened at school? Didn't anyone say anything?"
"Nah. I kept my hair tied back and well, certainly was just like all the
other guys. Until I hit fourteen."
"Fourteen?"
"Yeah, fourteen is when my puberty started."
"Oh."
They cleaned up their table and Darlene suggested they go back to her
room and hang out. Howard was enjoying her company and shrugged. Of
course, it meant he had to keep telling the story of his life."
"By fourteen, Brianne and I were doing junior runway and the checks were
a lot bigger. And that's when I started to have problems."
"Problems?"
"Well, started having erections and my face was breaking out."
"Oh."
"Yep. The first people to notice it were the Bergmans. They were the
producer and the photographer who had been getting us all our bookings.
Mrs. Bergman had become our agent. She started getting us the big jobs in
Philly and New York."
"One day, I noticed them talking to my mom at a teen runway show in
downtown Philly at some hotel. They talked the whole time we did the show
and that's probably ten changes of clothing."
"Afterwards, my mom and I were driving home. She'd gotten her law degree
and was making better money. I guess at this point, we really didn't need
the money. But she said something about putting it all into a college
fund for me. As we rode home my mom said I had to make a decision, money
or puberty."
"You lost me there. You had a choice?"
"Oh yeah. It's a well-known thing inside some businesses. There's a pill
out there you can take to postpone puberty. It just pushes it back for a
while. Female gymnasts use it and so do some child stars in the movies
and on TV. It wasn't quite as common in the modeling business. It's all
an anti-androgen for boys. These days it's being prescribed for boys who
are transgender and want to grow up to be female. It won't change your
sex but it will delay puberty."
"Really? I never knew that."
"Oh yeah. You know, like female gymnasts are big on keeping their weight
down and not growing too fast. I think the puberty delay drugs were
designed for them in East German, or maybe not."
"So you took the drug?"
"Yep. I tried it out. And it worked. I stopped getting erections and acne
and I just looked like me. Uh, which was a very pretty little boy with
long hair and a great runway walk."
"That's when you were starting to go national. I remember looking you up
and seeing some of those shots in the archives of old magazine issues. Is
that when you went and did fashion week?"
"No. That was when I turned fifteen. Things really started to snowball. I
was doing New York, Paris, and Milan. I was traveling and doing all the
runway shows. I started to get noticed. There weren't many natural
redheads doing runway."
He paused. "And that's when I heard from Ralph."
"Lauren?"
"Yep. They were doing a big campaign and needed my look. They dressed me
up younger. No sex, more like fourteen. And when a major designer calls
you in for one of their spreads in an expensive campaign, it's a make or
break moment. It was a photo of maybe fifteen models and because of the
color of my hair, well, I ended up being the featured kid in the photos.
The ads did so well that they came back and signed me up for an eighteen-
month commitment."
"And that's when I made a really big mistake. I signed the contract. It
was incredible money but it also meant that I was taking anti-androgen
for too long a period of time."
"But that's so cool. I mean, you must have made a lot of money, right?"
"Oh yeah. I mean, eighteen months roll into two years and to be paid a
stipend to be on-call whenever they wanted to shoot some pages was great.
I mean, I was suddenly making as much as my mom was making as a lawyer at
her firm."
"Wow!"
"Yep. But the problem was I kept taking an anti-androgen until I was past
sixteen years old. So I didn't start puberty on-time. I had all these
drugs in my system keeping me young and fresh."
"What did you look like?"
"I was tall and very skinny. Well, tall for a sixteen-year-old girl, I
was five feet ten inches tall and weighed a hundred pounds. I was perfect
runway material."
"Except you are a boy."
"Well, that kinda got lost in the shuffle. Back when I got the contract,
well, they obviously wanted a girl to play the part so that's when I
became Ashley Howard. And Ashley was the one who was doing runway at
sixteen."
"Oh, I'm starting to understand. Did you ever miss it?"
"What?"
"Uh, well, becoming a guy, you know, puberty, growing muscles, and all
that stuff."
Howard looked sheepish. He knew what he looked like and he knew that he
did look like a young woman trying to pass as a guy. He didn't look like
a guy at all. He could shave his head and still look like a woman. "Well,
sometimes choices come with consequences. I mean, I have to stand
responsible for the choices I made. My mom wasn't really making those
decisions for me. I was choosing to take the anti-androgens long after
the doctor told me to stop."
"Oh, so that explains why you're still so pretty. You never had a boy to
man puberty."
"Uh-huh."
Darlene pulled on Howard's hand and dragged him over to sit on the bed
with her. They kept talking.
"So where does that leave you?" Darlene hadn't let go of his hand.
"Oh, I'm good. I'm happy and well, it's not the worst thing in the world.
I mean, I could keep my modeling career going for a lot more years. I can
still do runway until maybe I'm twenty-four. If I were to save my money,
I could retire and choose another career. It's really okay."
Darlene leaned in and kissed his lips. "Do you mind if I call you Ashley?
You know, just between us?"
Howard hesitated. He nodded and swallowed. "Sure."
Darlene moved it close to Howard and kissed him on the lips using her
tongue to dart inside his mouth. She put both her hands down on his rump
and pulled him in close. She kissed him again and pushed her tongue into
his mouth. Darlene squeezed his bottom and whispered in his ear. "You've
taken estrogen, too."
Howard reached his arms around her and rubbed Darlene's back. "Yeah. I've
been taking estrogen since I turned sixteen. At first, it was under the
table stuff from people I knew. You know somebody's birth control pills
or some person would give me their grandmother's estrogen from her
menopause struggles. I did just enough stuff to keep my figure going. I
didn't have to have a big cup size but I needed something up on top. I
certainly needed to have some shape in my legs and waist and my booty.
So, I did what I had to do to just to keep up."
Howard was unbuttoning Darlene's blouse and freeing her breasts. He
reached inside her jacket and touched her. He was kissing her nipples and
cupping her breasts with fingers. Darlene was cooperating and was ready
to step out of her dress. Howard slid his fingers under the waistband of
her underwear and touched her. He could feel her warmth and wetness.
Howard was enjoying this quickie with his new friend. It was obvious that
Darlene wasn't expecting some big-time guy on girl experience, so Howard
was cool with letting Darlene see his penis.
It was always funny when this happened. For some reason, a lot of girls
really loved Ashley's genitals.
And so dear readers, here is where we stop. If you've read other things
by me, you know that I like to write one chapter at a time.
So, if you have any suggestions or ideas, I am all ears. Simply add a
comment and I will respond. I am looking forward to hearing from you. SS
Ashley
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