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Mother wants a daughter By Maddy Maddison Synopsis: Mother wants a daughter after having four boys and is depressed. She manipulates situations where second oldest, Kelly must start wearing girl's clothes. She convinces her husband and Kelly's brothers thinking he wants to be a girl. Mother: Brenda Father: Peter Jason older brother 2 years born 1947 Kelly born in 1949 David younger brother born in 1951 Gene younger brother born in 1953 Dr Smythe Psychologist and Gender specialist Jimmy/ Jamie Hospital patient Chapter 1 My name, huh, what's in a name anyway? My name is Kelly. Yeah, I know but being the second borne and with an older brother, mum was really hoping for a girl. Did I mention that I was born in 1949, yeah, a baby boomer. I'm now twenty one and legally an adult so I can reflect on the past with some perspective. In those days, Kelly was not a popular boys name, it was more a girl's name. Mum, her name is Brenda by the way, was sure she would have a girl. My dad Peter wanted a girl too, but I think just to make mum happy. I've seen the pictures of me in a baptism dress as a baby, older brother Jason by two years was the same, but somehow mum kept me in dresses longer that Jason, until I was 3, going by the pictures. Now this little story is about me growing up Kelly, the disappointed mum, and my other brothers. By 1960, mum had four boys. With the last two brothers, David and Gene, being two and four years younger than me. We were a happy family, although mum had this fascination for anybody else's baby girl whenever she came across them. Then the pill came along. It was at that time that mum reluctantly stopped trying to have a girl, and she could decide because now life for married women became a matter of choice, not just an endless round of getting pregnant and having children. I found out much later that the other reason why she stopped was because mum and dad had a rhesus blood incompatibility and each successive child had a more severe reaction in utero and jaundice after birth. By the time Gene was borne, the rhesus factor was so bad that he nearly died. I think it was when I was about twelve (1961) that things started getting seriously weird and awkward for me. This is where my life changed tracks so I will go into more detail, as much as my memory will allow. I will try and reconstruct the events and conversations as I remember them. Some are still so vivid today because of the sudden changes in my life but some less so when things settled down. I was more sensitive to mum and dad than the other boys, who were pretty much rough and tumble. Don't get me wrong, I was too but maybe I just wanted to please and help where I could. The other boys were too self- absorbed to notice when mum was tired or sad, and I could see that her sadness was becoming more and more deep and longer lasting. We had just finished a beautiful rabbit stew that mum made. Rabbits were in plentiful supply in those days and were considered a poor man's food, not like today. Jason, David and Gene all ran off to continue playing in the back yard, a game of war that had been interrupted by dinner while dad went back to his study. Dad was only twenty one when the war started and had worked at a factory before the war. Now with a growing family, he was doing night school to become an accountant and earn more money. On weekends, we hardly saw him during the day, he would emerge from his study in time for lunch or dinner. I saw mum stay seated after lunch, she was smiling wearily as the boys ran off, but I looked at her and asked, "Mum you look so tired, why don't I help with the dishes and you have a rest?" Mum lightened up, her expression going from puzzled to smiling and she nodded happily. "Thank you my darling boy, that would be wonderful. You boys do tire me out so and I could use some help now and again." "That's OK mum," I replied, "I'm happy to help out!" I rose from the table and started to clear the table of dirty plates. "Wait dear, but you should put on my apron to protect your clothes, go get it for me and I'll put it on you." My good feeling was a little dampened by the prospect of putting on the apron, after all, boys didn't wear aprons in those days, especially mum's pretty apron with the prints of girls in different dresses on it. Dad occasionally wore his barbeque apron, but that was a manly black colour with the words "Meat: Heat'm N' Eat'm" emblazoned on it with a drawing of flames along the bottom. Mum's apron had a sort of mauvy look to it. She got up out of her seat as I returned with the apron. She took it and turned me around, and lowered the loop over my head as the apron appeared in front of me, she then tied it at the back and spun me around. "Now you won't get your clothes all dirty and thank you my darling one, I can use a little rest." I turned and picked up the plates, rinsed them off in the sink and put them aside. I returned to the table under mum's watchful gaze, she looked wistful but smiling as I picked up the casserole dish, returned to the sink and rinsed it as well. I washed and dried the dishes then put them away. It was enough time for mum to rest and by the time I finished, mum was up and she untied the apron. She kissed me on the cheek and gave me a hug. "Thank you for being such a nice considerate boy." I blushed and ran outside happy that I made mum happy, happy that my brothers didn't come in and see me in the apron and happy that I could run outside and join my brothers in the war game, fighting off the German's who were just behind the rose bushes. When we stopped playing about an hour later, I was ready for a drink and went inside, happy to reflect that I had done a good deed and that mum was happy with me! Hello Kelly, thirsty are you?" mum asked. "I'll get you a lemonade." Lemonade! That was a treat in those days, we could only really expect water or cordial usually. Mum got out a big glass and filled it with orange lemonade. The other boys rushed in, seeing the lemonade and asked for some too. Mum embarrassed me a bit when she said, "No this is just especially for Kelly because he stayed behind after lunch and helped me in the kitchen. You can have water!" They all grumbled and looked at my lemonade, little Gene said, "Not fair!!" Mum replied. "Well when you learn to help around the house you can have some lemonade too." Truly that is all I remember from that episode, but I'm sure that from that inauspicious moment, my life took me in a different direction. I started helping mum with cleaning and packing away the dishes every night. At the end of the week, I was given a whole dollar from dad. "Here son, you were a great help to your mother this week so I'm giving you a reward of pocket money for every week you help." Wow! A whole dollar was a lot in those days. A fortune for a twelve year old boy. My brothers were jealous and soon they were all lining up for jobs to help around the house. Jason got to mow the lawns and water the flower beds on hot days, David who was ten at the time, got to put out the rubbish and Gene got to collect the paper from the front yard and letters from the mailbox. I got to help mum in the kitchen. It was the very next week that I saw a clothes catalogue lying on the lounge room table, near where mum mended our clothes. Next to it was a design book for aprons. It got me curious because mum told me during the week that she would have to buy me my own apron. Curious to see what was in there, and especially the marked pages, I saw a whole variety of aprons modelled by girls my age and older. Of course there were no boys illustrated in there, it was a time where gender roles were pretty much laid out for you. I flipped through the catalogue until I got to the marked page and saw a plain blue apron with no frills or gathered skirt to make it flare, just something plain. I was happy with that. I flipped through the clothes catalogue pages where there were other clothes shown. Petticoats and slips to be precise. Oh my, I was only twelve but there was this really pretty girl with tight blond curls modelling the pinkest, frilliest petticoat and matching camisole. I fell in love with her, she was beautiful but I couldn't stop looking at her in the petticoat. That may have been my first glimmer of sexual awakening. "Ahem," I hear from behind as I jumped a million miles. "You like the petticoats do you darling?" mum said with a smile. "I. I.. ahh," I mumbled. "I thought that I recognised the girl. She looks like a girl at school," I lied. "Oh yes." Mum gave me a sceptical look. "Do you like the apron I chose for you dear?" mum asked changing the conversation" "Oh yes mum, that looks great. I did see the one you marked." "Good, I will be going to the shops to buy that one for you tomorrow. Imagine your own pretty apron!" "Mum, the one I saw was pretty plain, I hope that's the one you mean." Mum opened the catalogue and turned to the marked page, it was the one I had seen, I just now noticed the little ruffles on the shoulder straps and on the front pocket though. "Well it is the plainest one available. Comes in white, pale blue and pale red. Which colour would you like. Pale red?" mum asked. I looked at the pale red, it looked suspiciously like pink to me. "I like the blue one mum." "OK I'll get that one." Later that day, I noticed as I passed the lounge room that the catalogue had gone. I assumed that mum had taken it to show the sales lady which apron she wanted to buy. I thought no more of the apron but I did want to stare at that pretty girl again so I hoped that the catalogue will make another appearance. That night as I reached for my pyjamas under the pillow, I noticed there was something else there. To my surprise, it was the clothes catalogue with the page open to the 'petticoat girl'. Now I had to share a room with my older brother Jason so I realised that I would be so embarrassed if he saw me looking at that catalogue,. I had a lingering look at the picture of the girl in that wonderful petticoat, somehow I was mixing up my feelings for the girl and the petticoat she was wearing. I put the catalogue under the mattress to hide it better, suddenly realising that mum must have put it there. What did she think about catching me staring at the picture, I wondered. The next day, Jason, David and Gene were all getting ready to head out after breakfast to explore the creek behind our house. I intended to go out as well when mum asked me, "Kelly, could you please help me with the dishes and with a few other things?" She had a little smile and what I thought a look of anticipation. I reluctantly agreed and told my brothers I would join them later. By now they were used to me helping mum and didn't really think more of it. "I bought you that apron Kelly, I'd like you to try it on," she said. She turned to the pantry door where she kept hers and retrieved a pink apron with two frill lined pockets at the front. I was horrified. ?Mum, that?s not what I saw in the catalogue, and it?s pink.? ?No darling it?s not the same apron, they ran out of stock, but they had these ones, and it?s not pink, it?s pale red,? she said, seemingly satisfied with her logic. ?Here, turn around and let me put it on you.? Reluctantly, I turned around and let her put the head loop with bib over my head then wrap the apron skirt around me. It fell to just below my knees and definitely covered my shorts. When mum tied it on, the apron wrapped right around so it looked like I was wearing a pink skirt! ?Turn around, I want to see what it looks like on you! Oh you look so precious dear.? I reluctantly turned around for mum, catching a glimpse of and expression that looked a bit like a cross between desperate yearning, calculation and excitement. It made me feel uncomfortable and gave me a fluttery feeling in my stomach. I looked down to see what looked like a skirt with a bib. I was so worried anyone would see me in it so I thought I?d quickly complete my chores and take the darn thing off. I didn?t reply to mum, just turned around and cleaned the dishes and put them away. Just as I was about to take off the apron, all my brothers ran in looking for a drink. It was like one of those cartoon shows where the first character suddenly stops and the rest just keep piling in behind him. That?s what happened with Jason stopping suddenly with David and Gene crashing in behind. ?Well don?t you look cute Kelly. I bet you?d also look good in that petticoat you keep staring at in that catalogue you hide under your bed!? Jason said with a laugh. David and Gene were younger so they just laughed and called me a wanna- be-girlie. I turned deep red and was about to flee when mum said, ?Now listen up boys, Kelly didn?t choose this colour apron, they were all out of the blue ones, so don?t tease him. I need his help and I don?t want you boys discouraging him, understand?? The boys, heads hanging with shame, real or imagined, dumbly nodded agreement. ?Yes mum, they said in unison. They went and got their drinks quickly and were soon outside again. Mum caught and stopped me struggling to get the darned apron off. ?Now don?t be hasty Kelly, the best way to stop them teasing is to act as if you don?t care! Keep it on for now and that will show that you?re not in the slightest caring of what they said!? ?Aww do I have to mum?? I replied. ?Yes you do and you?ll see that I?m right!? mum encouraged, smiling at me and with her fussing about the apron, straightening it here and there. . So I stopped trying to get the apron off. ?Now what?s this about your liking slips and petticoats, do you like them? Are they what I saw you looking at the other day?? ?Mum, you must have put that under my pillow so you know I?ve seen it. I just can?t help looking at that girl, I think she?s so pretty. And I?m not looking at the petticoat!? I answered, annoyed she would think something like that and equally annoyed that Jason had seen me looking at that catalogue. ?Well bring me that catalogue anyway, it must have landed under your pillow as I was making your bed, I was wondering where it had gotten to. And no, I didn?t put it there deliberately Kelly! My, what an imagination!? So I went to my room, now really aware of the apron I was wearing and retrieved the catalogue. When I gave it back to mum, she said that she was thinking of buying some slips and petticoats for our cousin Kellyanne and she would like my opinion. There are some really cute poodle skirts that Kellyanne has but she needs the proper underthings. ?Sit here with me Kelly and let?s go through the catalogue,? mum said patting a place on the sofa next to her. As I was sitting, she stopped me in a half sitting position. ?Tuck that apron under you dear, otherwise it will wrinkle and be hard to iron later.? Puzzled, I looked down, noticing how the apron wrapped right around me and I would be sitting on it. I slid my hands under me as I sat, feeling vaguely that this is what women and girls did when wearing a skirt or dress. I looked at my lap, it looked like I was wearing a pink skirt with frill edged front pockets, my bare knees showing through, but not my shorts. And now I was going to pick out petticoats with mum? Mum wrapped her arm around my shoulders and gave me a hug, her voice and tone showing how excited she was. ?You know, with a family of all boys, I haven?t had the opportunity for these sort of discussions I would have had with a daughter. I have missed that. Do you mind doing that with me Kelly?? she asked. ?I don?t mind mum, let?s just choose a few things for Kellyanne,? I said then added in thought, ?Before anyone sees me.? Mum opened the page to the start of the catalogue which started with what mum called half-slips. ?Aren?t these petticoats pretty Kelly? These are worn when you wear skirts while slips are worn when you are wearing your dresses, they stop your dresses from bunching up.? ?Mum stop right there, I don?t have and don?t want any skirts or dresses so please don?t say that I have, it?s embarrassing,? I objected. ?It?s just a figure of speech dear,? mum insisted. ?Before we do that though, I know that you and Kellyanne are about the same size as I remember when you two were last together so I?d like to use your measurements to know what sizes to order.? Just go to your room and undress to your panties. I mean undies.? Reluctantly I went to my room and took off that darned apron and my clothes. At least I had the apron off. Mum came in with a tape measure, pad and pencil and proceeded to take way too many measurements, my arm length just did not seem relevant for instance. ?Mum, I can understand some measurements but why my arm length, do they have petticoats with sleeves?? I protested. ?No sweetie, it?s just that since you are here, I can do all of your measurements for when I buy your clothes too.? Mum soon finished taking down way too many measurements. She told me that if I were a girl I would be a girls size 12. She then told me to get dressed. She selected a new outfit for me from my drawers. Funnily, I had not seen those clothes before. The undies were plain white but somehow felt smooth and looked satiny while the vest was the same texture but had narrow shoulder straps and seemed to billow out slightly in the chest. The tee shirt also seemed strange yet familiar, a pale blue cotton but the sleeves seemed shorter and bunched at the shoulder. My shorts were made of a light tan, almost silky cloth. It had an extra small zip in the front and wide in the leg and cuffs at the bottom and there weren?t any pockets. ?Now let?s continue selecting slips and petticoats for Kellyanne.? We went to the lounge room where we had left the catalogue. Sitting on the couch again, mum with her arm around my shoulder, we began flipping through the catalogue again. ?We will only select those that are available in size 12, so pay attention.? I must have sat there for an hour looking at girl?s lingerie, I was so embarrassed when dad came through to go to the kitchen for a snack. Mum had just embarrassed me when she said that I would look cute in a particularly lacy petticoat. I had gently nudged mum saying ?Stop teasing mum!? She replied by tickling me just as dad walked through. You look like you?re having fun Kelly? dad said. I immediately turned red, embarrassed that it looked like I was enjoying looking at lingerie catalogues with mum while dressed in the girlish looking t-shirts and shorts. Mum, bless her heart, made it worse when she replied, ?Kelly and I were just picking out a present for Kellyanne, maybe you could give your opinion too!? Dad blushed and retorted, ?No thanks, I?ll leave it to you ladies.? He blushed himself, mumbled something and walked through and into the kitchen. ?My, my, your dad called you a lady! Well looking at you like that, I suppose it does look like you have girlish clothes on, I thought they were more unisex. You could change if you like Kelly! Although if you?d like to keep it on....? ?Yeah, I?d like to change mum,? I said incredibly confused whether dad meant what he said and then mum about what she said. Later that day, when I had finally escaped from those clothes and dad had been watching us boys play in the yard, he called me over. ?Sorry son for what I said earlier, you did look embarrassed, but you also looked like you were enjoying being with mum, and dressed like that. I know you were uncomfortable but I want you to know that your mum has been depressed for a long time that she hasn?t had a daughter to interact with, like I get to with you boys. But her spirits have really lifted since you offered to help her out. Please keep up the good work and do what she wants. It is really important for her and for me, okay Kelly?? ?I suppose so dad, but it is getting a little embarrassing now that she?s bought me that pink apron. And when you came in, she had me looking through a lingerie catalogue for petticoats for Kellyanne dad, then she tickled me as you were going past, it looked like I was actually enjoying it.? ?You?re right son, it did look that way. Thank you for telling me what was happening. But it is important that you do what your mother wants, she needs someone she can share things with and you seem to have caught her attention. I haven?t seen her this happy for a long time so please keep that in mind. I understand it can be tough, but it?s not for ever, just until she is feeling more on top of things. Okay?? ?Okay dad, if it?s makes her feel better, then I?ll help out.? ?You?re a good boy son, keep it up, I?m depending on you! I?ll make sure your brothers at kept in line too.? Chapter 2 Two days later, mum came home from a shopping trip and asked me to come to my room. She had put some fancy store bags on my bed. ?Hi mum, you wanted to see me?? I asked as I came into my bedroom. ?Yes Kelly. Remember when we looked through that catalogue for a present for Kellyanne?? ?Yes, we picked out some things that she might like,? I replied. ?That?s right Kelly, but the thing is, looking in a catalogue and looking at the items in the store is very different and I couldn?t tell what would look good on her, so I selected some items on approval. I still can?t tell what they may look like on her so I would like it if you could model them for me.? ?Mum!! No way! Why not just give them to Kellyanne and if they don?t fit, get her to exchange them?? ?Kelly, now you?re being unreasonable, I?m only asking you to try them on to see if they fit, it won?t take long and that way Kellyanne won?t have to go to all that trouble! Now come on, I?m not asking for much.? I thought to protest some more but remembering what dad asked of me, I stopped myself and shrugged. ?OK mum, I?ll do it.? ?You will? Oh darling, thank you so much, this won?t take so long,? mum smiled nervously, yet encouragingly. I could see she was nervous so I thought I had better try hard to be more co-operative. She turned around to retrieve one of the bags, a pink lingerie bag. ?First of all you will need to get into these undies so that your body has the right shape.? She took out some folded flesh coloured material. ?Now go to the bathroom and put these on instead of your undies and tuck your boy parts underneath to give you a smoother look in front,? she said. I took the undies and went into the bathroom. Taking off my jockeys, I unfolded the slippery garment to reveal lace lined full cut panties with a diamond type feature in front. They looked way too small for me. I thought to call out that they were too small but handling them I noticed that they were quite stretchy. Reluctantly I slid them up my legs. Being only twelve I was skinny and of course hairless all over my body. So when I tucked my small boy parts under me and pulled up the panties, I couldn?t find a bulge that should have been there. The top of the tight elastic panties was high on my waist and seemed to make my tummy smaller, giving me an inwardly curved waist. I reluctantly came out of the bathroom to face mum. She smiled at me as she looked down to see the effect of the panties. ?Oh don?t they look good on you!? she smiled. ?They really hide your boy parts and if your hair was a little longer... Ahh never mind! Now you know that Kellyanne is developing up there,? she said pointing to my chest, I need you to wear this training bra so you will have the right shape before we try on the petticoats.? Mum was holding a pretty pink satiny looking bra with floral embroidery on the cups. They were the same colour as the control panties that I was wearing. Still keeping in mind what dad had asked, I didn?t protest. ?OK mum, let?s get this over with,? I replied. She smiled and asked me to put my arms out. I did and she slid the shoulder straps over my arms, reached behind me and hooked the three hooks into the corresponding eyes as the foreign tight feeling across my chest became obvious I looked down and noticed that my chest poked out a bit to what looked like to small, pointy breasts. ?They?re padded so they will give you the right shape,? mum told me, seeing my puzzled reaction. She stepped back to take in the overall effect of the bra and panties and smiled. ?You look gorgeous Kelly dear! Your first bra and panty set and they fit you perfectly.? ?Mom, they?re not mine, they?re Kellyanne?s! that?s why I?m trying them on!? I said worriedly. ?Darling, you have a lot to learn, but never mind. A girl will never wear undies another girl has worn. Since I had to buy them for you to try on the slips and petticoats, they are yours to keep if you want them.? ?Mum, I won?t be wanting to keep them! I?m a boy remember!? ?Well, I?m not going to throw them out after just one wearing, so you?ll just have to store them in your undies drawer, now let?s get this petticoat on you!? She had brushed off my protest in such a casual matter, like she was brushing off a dead fly from the window sill. Mum turned back to the bed where I saw four items laid out. One seemed to be a fancy pink petticoat, two were a full slips and the last was simple white, plain petticoat. She picked up the white full slip first. Get into this one dear. You will need it under the fluffy petticoat as the netting underneath can be quite scratchy. I reluctantly pulled the slip over my head and let it fall down to my knees. Looking down past my chest with training bra just visible, I could see the slippery surface encase my upper legs and my groin area. It felt so weird, the cool slinky feeling on my legs where it touched. Mum fussed over the positioning of the slip and, I couldn?t swear on it, but was she purposely brushing her hand past my groin? ?Now let me stand back and have a look.? Mum stood back, she made a twirling motion with her fingers. So I twirled around. By the time I was facing her again, her eyes looked red and watery but she was hiding a smile with her hand. She then had me step into the fancy pink petticoat with lacy edging. Later I worked out it was because she was yearning for the girl she saw before her, not the son dressed in girl?s lingerie. She rushed forward and hugged me. ?Oh Kelly, you look so gorgeous! Just like Kellyanne as a matter of fact. Thank you for doing this for me. I can really picture what these petticoats will look like on her. Let?s try the next half-slip.? Glad to at least have the first outfit modelling finished, I took off the petticoat and slip and picked up a plainer white slip. ?Oh don?t be so rough with these delicate garments Kelly!? mum said. I looked at her puzzled as she picked up the fancy pink petticoat I had just taken off and examined it. ?Oh look at this, it has a small rip in the lace edging! Now I can?t return it and I certainly can?t give it to Kellyanne,? she said looking quite annoyed. ?Sorry mum, I didn?t know they were so delicate.? I looked at the petticoat mum was holding out and couldn?t really see where the damage was done. ?Well, since I can?t return it or give it away, you will just have to wear it under your apron when you help me. That way it won?t be such a waste of money.? ?Mom, I can?t do that, its girl?s clothing, I can?t wear that!?, I exclaimed. ?Well you already have and you?re the one that ruined it, so as a punishment, you are going to wear it whenever you are helping me in the kitchen for the next week.? ?Aw mum do I have to?? I pleaded. ?Yes you do and since you complained, you will also have to wear your panties and bra as well. So no more complaints out of you! I will teach you how to hand wash the delicate fabrics. That will teach you to respect delicate clothing!? mum said in a huff. Then she smiled and asked me to put on the white slip I?d forgotten I was holding. Already dreading what had happened, I wasn?t going to add to my new clothing additions. I gingerly stepped into the petticoat and slid it up to my waist. Again mum asked me to turn around. She was smiling when I completed the turn. ?Yes, that looks so good on you, I?m sure it will look good on Kellyanne too. Now let?s try the petticoat with all the netting over the slip. Mum picked up the big fluffed out petticoat. She slipped it over my head and it fell into place, the top of the slip covering the training bra. I was encased in the soft slinky material, from shoulder to knee. It felt so soft, especially when mum slid her hands down my body, straightening it out. A little involuntary shiver ran through my body. Mum noticed. ?Yes, it does that to most girls when they try on such lovely lingerie. Isn?t the feel just so delicious?? I didn?t know what to say, it was a passing shiver, nothing more but mum wanted it to be more. ?It was just cool when it first settled on me mum, nothing more,? I replied. She looked at me sceptically. ?Yes, Kelly, I know, but I can tell it was a feeling you enjoyed.? ?But...? ?No buts, a mum knows what her little ones like, so just relax and enjoy it!.? Mum said. I gave up. OK that?s enough of that one. Take it off carefully this time and let?s try the other slip this time. I was super slow and careful in taking off the petticoat with the netting and the slip under it. Mum inspected them and after a little consideration passed her inspection. I pulled the last slip over my head. This time I made sure I didn?t exhibit any signs of shivering or feeling the softness of the material. ?Oh darling, you?re all business aren?t you! Just like a professional model on a shoot.? With that comment, I realised that I just couldn?t win. ?Now since you?re a model, just pretend you?re on the cat walk and walk up and down the room for me.? ?Mum! I don?t want to, that?s just weird,? I protested. Nothing weird about it, it will give me an idea how the material flows when the wearer is walking, now go on scoot! And put a little wiggle as you walk.? Reluctantly I walked up and down the room, mum watching. She seemed to be enjoying herself. ?Now do that again, but put one hand on your hip and the other in front of you with a limp wrist while you sashay.? I rolled my eyes and wanting this over said, ?OK mum, but please let me go after this!? ?Now go on scoot, mum replied without promising anything.? Sighing, I put one hand on my hip, the other in front, limp wrist, and mentally working out how to move, and started sashaying across the room. Turning at the other end, I saw dad looking over mum?s shoulder. I stalled. ?Kelly, just complete the walk,? dad said, so I sashayed back to mum. ?Oh Peter, Kelly and I were having so much fun! She, I mean he seems to be a such natural model!? mum said. ?I can see that, now remember what I said Kelly, be helpful and do what your mum wants, OK?? Reluctantly I replied, ?Yes dad!? Dad left the room, me feeling let down and trapped. ?Now that we?ve finished, I want your help in the kitchen to prepare lunch, so back into your new petticoat and apron.? mum commanded. ?But mum, I?ll look like a total girl.? ?Do I hear complaints? Do I have to extend your punishment?? ?No mum,? I said, defeated. ?Well just put on a happy face then while you change and help with lunch while I consider if I will extend your punishment for another week.? Mum walked out of my room to leave me to get dressed by myself. I went to my bed and took off the padded bra. As I was putting on the supposed ruined petticoat Jason happened to walk past the open door. He stopped and turned to me a gawk. ?What the hell are you doing Kelly? Is that a petticoat you?re putting on? Hah hah! Wait until I tell mum.? He turned to go. ?Go tell her, she?s the one who forced me into this,? I yelled, ?and if I complain, she?ll make me wear it for more than a week!? Jason stopped and turned around. ?What, she?s making you wear this? Whatever for?? ?She asked me to try it on to see if it fit Kellyanne since we?re the same size. She bought a whole lot of stuff for her. She wanted me to try everything for fit. When I took this off, she said I?d wrecked it and that it was now mine and I?d have to wear it for a week while I do the chores. So be careful what you say to her, she?s nuts at the moment, she might make you do something just as awful.? Jason blinked in disbelief. ?What?? That?s awful, but you bought it on yourself helping in the kitchen. So you must like it.? ?I don?t Jason and don?t tell anyone otherwise,? I replied. He just shrugged and wandered of muttering, ?I better warn the others.? I finished dressing by putting on my tee shirt over the petticoat then the apron over that. As I headed for the kitchen. I had to go past the lounge room. I could hear mum talking to dad so I slowed down as I passed the door to listen in. ?Peter, he loved the girlie undies and I could hardly persuade him to take them off.? ?That?s hard to believe, but he did look like he was enjoying showing off the petticoats.? ?It was pretty obvious wasn?t it? So will you accept that he likes to dress in girly clothes and let me guide him?? ?Well, I suppose Brenda, but I should talk to him, just to make sure that?s what he wants,? dad said. ?No don?t do that, he also told me that he was too embarrassed to tell anyone that he likes his girly things so if you asked him, he?d say that I was making him do it. He said he?d die of shame if you knew his true feelings. I don?t know what he?d do if you confronted him!? mum said. ?Do you really think he?d harm himself?? dad said in disbelief. Then there was a pause in the conversation and dad started off again, ?Yes I suppose he could, it would be a terrible thing for a boy to admit to his dad or any other male.? Mum followed up enthusiastically, ?Then just react as if it?s normal, whatever he?s wearing. It?s the best way to protect him.? I crept past the door and went to the kitchen, Distractedly, I thought of what was being said. Mum was setting me up as a, a, what is it? Cross dresser or some sort of pansy. I felt like it with the stupid petticoat on under the apron, which now looked like a dress flaring out. Now I knew that dad wouldn?t believe me if I told him the truth, mum took care of that. Despondently, I collected some salad items for a lunch time salad and put them on the cutting board. I got a knife from the knife stand and started cutting the onion, my eyes getting teary. ?Son...? dad said suddenly behind my back. Distracted and alarmed, I turned around, flailing with the knife and accidentally cut my wrist. Dad saw that I cut my wrist and in alarm rushed to me, grabbing the knife from my hand and letting it fall. Then he covered the deep cut with his big hand and dragged me to the sink. ?Dad, you startled me, it was an accid....? I started to explain it was an accident but he wouldn?t let me finish. ?You don?t have to explain, you mother told me everything and I want you to know I love you no matter what. She warned me you?d deny it so I don?t want any arguments. You can be my daughter if that?s what you want, just don?t harm yourself, promise me!? ?Dad, I don?t...? I started to say, dad butted in. ?Promise me!? he said with a look of a mixture of concern and love in his eyes. ?I promise dad, but...? He still wouldn?t let me finish. ?Not another word, let me clean this cut and bandage it.? Dad put my wrist under cold running water and to my horror I could see how much I was bleeding I saw two exposed tendons when the blood was washed away. Dad quickly held his hand over my wrist again, holding it really tight and called mum. ?Brenda, quick, bring the first aid kit.? He yelled across his shoulder. Mum came in with the kit all flustered. ?What happened?? she asked. ?He saw me while he was wearing the dress and he cut his wrist. Oh I feel so bad!? ?Don?t dad, I didn?t..? ?Son, don?t worry, I love you no matter who you are! Let?s just get this fixed up.? He took a big roll of gauze from the first aid kit and wrapped up my wrist really tight. I couldn?t get a protest in and set him straight, he?d swallowed mum?s story hook line and sinker. ?Well off to the hospital,? Dad said. ?But dad. Can?t I change, look what I?m wearing.? He looked surprised, paused until mum caught his eye, then I could see he changed what he was going to say. ?Well, the apron will protect your clothes and we don?t have time. Look the bandage is already soaked.? I was hustled to the car and into the back seat, mum followed, getting in the back seat with me while yelling to the other boys to stay home and not to wander off. Dad put his foot on the accelerator and off we went. I hardly had time to collect my thoughts, stupidly staring at the stupid apron and the lace lined petticoat showing underneath. Mum was holding my wrist away from the clothing so it wouldn?t get bloodied. What had just happened I was wondering, how did I end up cutting my wrist? I didn?t mean to, yet here I was with the pain just suddenly making itself obvious. I went pale and clammy. Mum let me rest my head on her shoulder. She began to stroke my hair saying, ?There, there darling girl, we?ll get you there soon, you?ll be alright.? That?s all I remember until I realised I was lying down and I could hear whispers close by. ?...we?ll look after him, don?t worry.? Said a soft female voice, ?He?ll have to stay in overnight and we will need to have him evaluated. I am the hospital psychologist. It?s standard for suicide attempts.? ?But Dr Smythe, I don?t think he meant it, it seemed like he was startled when I called him,? I heard dad say. ?That doesn?t sound logical, you walked in and he was wearing a lacy petticoat and apron. It sounds like he was confused and desperate and faced with the reality that his true nature was discovered by you his father, his subconscious took over and he cut himself rather than admit he wanted to be a girl.? I opened my eyes, seeing dad and the psychologist talking near me. But what disturbed me more was mum, she had her head turned slightly away from me and she was smiling! I let out a groan, thinking what a mess I was in, falling right into her daughter loving trap! The doctor saw me open my eyes and groan. ?Hi, I see you?re awake Kelly. I?m Dr Smythe. I?ll be your supervising doctor. You fainted from shock. You?re in hospital and will need to stay in overnight for observation. When you?re feeling up to it, I?ll need to talk to you about what happened before you go home. Just relax dear.? She turned to a dial attached to a tube coming out of my arm and I drifted off to sleep as I heard her say, ?She?ll be fine, we?ll let her get some rest.? Chapter 3 Bang, clatter, bang.. noises of a bed being moved out of the ward woke me up. I looked around, it was a children?s mixed gender ward, three girls and two boys in beds and I wasn?t sure who was being wheeled away as the bed disappeared out the door. ?Hi, glad to see you awake Kelly, a red headed nurse was saying to me while looking at my chart. I see you had a little accident with a knife darling,? she said as she put down the chart and came over to me. ?Let me see the dressing, hold out your arm.? She looked at the dressing and gently touched the top of the dressing. ?Is that tender dear?? she asked. ?A little, it stings.? ?Well that?s what is expected when you cut yourself. I see by the chart that you had some stitches put in last night.? She looked into my eyes and smiled. I was lost in her smile and didn?t notice that she had her hand out with two tablets. ?This is your medication so be good and take these.? I took the tablets and the cup or water, swallowed the tablets and water. ?Bye for now sweetie,? she said as she went to the next bed. I saw her go to the next bed, it was one of the boys. It was the same routine, check the chart, offer two tablets. What surprised me was that the boy clamped his mouth shut and refused to take them. ?No I won?t, I know what you?re doing and I won?t take those, I don?t want to be a girl like the others in this ward!? I heard the nurse reply, half glancing in my direction. ?Now don?t talk such nonsense Jimmy, no one is turning you into a girl!? she said just loud enough for me to hear. She continued talking softly to Jimmy but I could tell she was being forceful. Eventually, he let out a sob and took the tablets. The nurse turned to me with a forced smile. ?He?s a little delusional after his recent fever, don?t pay any attention to what he says Kelly.? She turned and left the ward. I looked at Jimmy, his unusually long hair for a boy falling across his eyes and the light pink hospital gown didn?t seem too out of place. ?What gives with the tablets?? I asked. He turned a little toward me then sulkily looked away. ?I can?t say or they?ll keep me in here longer. Just mind your own business if you know what?s good for you.? I was puzzled by the whole thing but reflecting on my own situation, remembering mum?s smile last night and how I was dressed when I arrived, I started to worry. ?Please you?ve gotta tell me, mum is acting weird, making me dress in petticoats and aprons. That was what I was wearing when I arrived. Please tell me, I don?t want to be a girl either!? Jimmy turned to me and mouthed, ?Talk later, quiet now.? I nodded and was left with my own thoughts and mounting disquiet. The ward clock was at 10 o?clock when Dr Smythe came to my bed with a warm friendly smile. ?Now, how?s our Kelly doing?? she asked as she pulled the curtains around the bed closed. She sat in the chair beside the bed, her tight skirt sliding up her stocking covered legs. I could see the outline of a lacy pink bra under her thin silky blouse. It caught my eye as it would for any boy. ?I?m fine thanks Doctor. You know I didn?t try to cut myself, it was an accident,? I added, desperate to clear the air. ?I?m sure that?s how you see it, but, what about your subconscious? That?s what I?d like to explore. You came in wearing pretty apron and a gorgeous pink petticoat. Could you explain that? How does it feel to wear pretty things?? ?I wore those things because mum asked me to try on some petticoats for size. She?d bought them for my cousin Kellyanne. We?re the same size. And the apron I had to wear because I was helping her prepare lunch. That?s when the accident happened.? ?So you didn?t want to change out of the petticoat when helping to prepare for lunch? Seems you really liked wearing nice feminine things.? ?No, no that?s not right, I ripped the petticoat while in a hurry to get it off so mum told me I had to wear it for a week as punishment.? ?Oh I see, you ripped it while getting it off. Your petticoat is here in the side drawer, could you show me the rip?? I thought I?d be in trouble now, I actually never saw any damage in the petticoat. I leaned over to the side table, opened the drawer and took out the petticoat. Somehow the bandage and apron seemed to have protected it from my bleeding. I looked and looked and couldn?t find any damage. The doctor took the petticoat off me and inspected it. ?It looks perfect to me? It seems you have created a scenario in your mind to justify wearing it more often. Then you were confronted with the reality of the situation when your dad walked in and saw you wearing it. You were shocked back to reality. In desperation you tried to end it rather than admit your true feelings.? ?No, that?s not it at all,? I replied. ?But there?s no rip, so something doesn?t add up.? ?But I think mum made it up so she could get me to wear it for a week,? I replied. As I said it, it sounded so lame and a weak excuse. I shook my head. ?Your shaking your head makes me think you don?t even believe that. No, I think you must come to terms with who you really are Kelly. I will recommend to your parents that you wear pretty feminine clothes to normalise it for you and your family. That way, your anxiety over wearing pretty things will go and you may finally relax and realise you really like wearing them. We?ll talk about it later. Dr Smythe opened the curtains and wrote something on my chart, then with a wave, walked over to one of the girls in a bed opposite. I heard her talking but could only catch snippets like... ?..operation was a success...? ?..you?ll soon feel more comfortable...? and ?...being a girl has its advantages..? After the doctor left, Jimmy leant over and said, ?That?s how they got me too. An interview with her, twisting my words, then the medication when I went home. That was three months ago, now my breasts have started to grow. Now they?re planning to operate on me like Marcia over there, or should I still call her Mark?? I looked over at Marcia, hardly believing that she was once a boy named Mark. I tried to catch her attention and ask her what had happened to her but she was quietly sobbing into her pillow. I left her alone. I started to feel really queasy in the stomach, wondering how I had been caught up in all of this madness. It really scared me. I didn?t want to be a girl, have breasts and certainly didn?t want to wear girl clothes! I also thought of how mum had pushed and cajoled me into wearing those petticoats, yuk!. What had she told the hospital psychologist? Just after lunch, a nurse transferred me into a wheel chair and took me to an office. It was Dr Smythe?s office. She smiled as I was wheeled in while I felt trapped with no support from anyone. ?Hello there Kelly, I hope you are feeling better and had a little time to reflect on what I told you.? ?Um er, I er um..." I started to say. ?Here, I?ve poured you a drink, it will make you feel better and more relaxed.? Dr Smythe handed me a drink of clear liquid, I hesitated. ?It?s just water,? she said smiling. I took the cool plastic cup and drank the water. The usual taste of chlorine seemed a little stronger than normal. ?There, now that will make you feel more relaxed, I?m sure. I know what I said may have challenged you somewhat and put you on edge, so I?d just like you to relax so we can talk once you?re calm. Just go with the flow, feeling relaxed, and calm, calm and relaxed. Your feeling so comfortable and accepting, letting your mind open to my suggestion.? My head and eyes seemed to get heavier and I?m sure I drifted off of a second but when I opened my eyes again, I was sure I?d only had a long blink. Dr Smythe was still sitting there where she was before. ?That?s better, you feel nice and relaxed now?? she said. ?Yes doctor,? I said feeling really, really relaxed. ?So let me get this straight, you really like wearing petticoats don?t you?? Suddenly, I felt another me take over, it was like looking on through a window to the world. ?Oh yes Dr Smythe! They feel so smooth and silky and give me a wonderful feeling in my tummy! I wish I could wear them all the time, they?re so pretty and make me feel really special,? I said. Why did I just say that? Where did that come from? But although it sounded so foreign to what I had felt, it now seemed almost a true feeling. ?My, my that?s not what you said earlier. Do you want to explain why you?re now saying something different?? she asked. I was so confused, why did I say that? I was still trying to sort this out but I stumbled, trying to hold back something that was coming to my mind, a stupid answer that I really wanted to be a girl. I held my mouth shut, trying to not say it but feeling like I wanted to spill it out. ?What is it about petticoats?? the doctor said. Suddenly my resistance came down and I said it like I really wanted it. ?Oh, but I really, really want to be a girl! Girls get to wear such beautiful clothes and I so like fashions and makeup and perfume and well, everything about being a girl!? I blurted out. Shocked at what I said, I put my hands over my mouth as if I could have taken back those words. I didn?t want to be a girl, I know deep down I didn?t. I?d never thought about it before and now I was really scared. ?That?s what I thought Kelly dear, under an unhappy boy lies a girly girl just waiting to come out. And you just have.? She smiled and wrote down something in my file. ?But I didn?t mean it, it just came out, I don?t know what just happened, it?s not how I feel, really it isn?t?. ?Now remember what I said about the subconscious, it?s what you really want, deep down, even if your conscious mind doesn?t fully accept it now.? "But I...? I started. Dr Smythe held up her hand to stop me. ?Now tell me again what you feel about the petticoat you were wearing.? At the mention of petticoats, I suddenly felt dissociated again and out of no conscious thought I said, ?Oh I just love to wear them, they make me feel so pretty and special, I wish I was a girl so I could wear them all the time.? As I was saying it, I could feel those emotions rise in me but somehow were still foreign to me. ?So there you are, you love to wear them and you want to be a girl. That?s why you were so conflicted when your daddy saw you wearing your pretty petticoats.? When she said petticoats, I had this sudden feeling of wanting to wear them again and a feeling of wanting to be a girl. I just nodded. ?So petticoats are your favourite things to wear and you want to wear them all the time,? Dr Smythe re-enforced. ?Oh yes,? I said and this time I felt it was true. Then while she was writing in the file, I began to have my doubts. ?Thank you for being so open and honest with me Kelly. That will be all. I?ll contact your family, you can go home tomorrow.? The orderly came in and wheeled me back to the ward. I thought of petticoats and the one in the bedside table. Suddenly I felt an attraction to it. It seemed to be the prettiest thing in the world. I wished I could wear it. No, no wait, no I didn?t that was a stupid thought. Arghhh! I was surprised that dinner was waiting for me back at my bed. But I hadn?t been gone four hours had I? It seemed like it was only half an hour. Puzzled I climbed out of the wheel chair and back into the bed. Ow! Why was my behind so sore? I felt a little lump where it was sore. I didn?t remember a lump there before. How did that happen? The orderly helped me get settled. He said, "Thank goodness you?re not wearing your petticoat, it will be safe from food spills." When the orderly said petticoat, suddenly I seemed to want to wear it. It is so pretty! No, no what did I just think? I glanced sideways at the drawer, where the pretty petticoat lay. Yearning. Then with some will power, dragged my gaze back to the food. The orderly had a curious look on his face, then turned and left. With determined concentration, I looked at my food and started picking at it, trying to forget about petticoats. I wondered what was happening to me here, I?d never thought this way before and even at home with just mum, trying on those petticoats for size, I never had the slightest attraction for them before. I heard a whisper. ?Kelly, Kelly, How are you feeling? You were gone for hours,? Jimmy was saying. ?Yeah I know, but it only felt like half an hour at most,? I relied. ?I think she put you under and hypnotised you. I?m sure that?s what happened to me and a few others in here. I think she does it so she can plant the idea in your head that you want to be a girl. Did you feel different when you came out?? ?Yes, it?s strange I?ve been saying things and lately feeling things I never said or felt before. Like when she asked me about wearing petticoats...? I felt a sudden urge to get the petticoat out of the drawer and feel it! ?It?s when anyone says that word I just said, beginning with 'P' I just w w want to wear one and be a g g girl. Oh no, she?s hypnotised me. What can I do?? I asked. ?Listen to me, I?ve fought the same thing. It can be done, especially now that you?re aware of it. It took me longer to realise and by that stage it was almost too late to fight it. The word she gave me as a trigger before I was released from here three months ago was 'panties.' When I heard that word, I just couldn?t help but think about them, think about wearing them and about wanting to be a girl. Of course mum didn?t help. I think she found out about this place and sent me here on some phoney medical scare.? ?My mum has been acting to encourage me into girly clothes for a while too! Could it be this place provides a service for women who want to turn their sons into daughters?? I asked. ?Shh, they?ll her you. Yes, that?s what I think this place is. But what I want to tell you is that you can fight the hypnotic suggestions. For me, I tried to desensitise myself to the key word. I got myself in a quiet room, usually the bedroom and while concentrating really hard, thought of panties, said the word and listened to my thoughts and feelings, fighting it every time I wanted them and what goes with it. It might be your only chance? Jimmy whispered. Just then a bed was wheeled into the ward entrance. The patient had returned. She had long blond hair and was asleep. Jimmy whispered as the orderlies left, ?That was Bob. I think she?s now Betty.? Then Jimmy lay back on the pillow, lost in his own thoughts. I must say I did the same, hoping to get out of there before they did anything more to me. I thought about what Jimmy said. This place is turning boys into girls against their will. One visit to set things up, including giving the boys hormone treatments, then three months later they come back for THE operation. Oh my! Poor Jimmy. I thought of the trigger word idea and how to fight it. I thought I?d give it a go. I lay back, closed my eyes and got ready then gently whispered petticoat. A rush of wanting to feel feminine came to me. I wanted to get that petticoat out of the drawer and feel it, to put it on. No No No! I don?t! But I did. I tried to fight it. My hand crept towards the drawer. I slowly opened it, seeing that Jimmy was turned the other way, the drawer opened noiselessly. I felt an electric thrill when I touched it. I slowly withdrew it and slid it under the sheets and lay it across my legs. The feelings of longing kept building in me. Before long I was wearing it and, exhausted, I fell asleep. Chapter 4 ?Time to change the sheets Kelly, wake up dear.? The orderly shook me by the shoulder. Her perfume filled my nose and I could smell the strawberry aroma of her hair as she bent over me. I came to groggily and realised that I was hungry and thirsty. It was diner time the day before when I returned from Dr Smythe?s office and being so confused about what happened, I must have fallen asleep. ?Just hop out of bed for a sec honey, and we?ll have the sheets changed in no time.? I spun my legs over the side of the bed as she lifted the blankets away from my body. I was mortified to see that I had on the petticoat. I slid off the bed and was about the take the petticoat off me, grabbing the top of it when the orderly?s hand stopped me. ?No dear, leave the petticoat on, it looks so lovely on you!? she said, smiling at me. I cringed a little but the trigger word was said and suddenly I felt like I really wanted to wear it so left it on and sat in the chair next to the bed. The orderly looked at me and said, no that won?t do. Stand up again and with your hands, brush your pretty petticoat under you with your hands as you sit. That way it won?t crease so badly.? Somehow I couldn?t resist standing up and then brushing the petticoat under me as I sat. The feel of it was electric and I sat there loving its smooth embrace, loving how it flowed over the top of my legs and down under them. It looked so pretty. I loved the soft lace band at the hem, emphasising its feminine appearance. The orderly had just finished stripping the bed when Dr Smythe came in, wheeling Jimmy to his bed and assisting him in getting comfortable. Oh how could I have been so lost in those foreign thoughts. I looked back at him and I knew that he had seen the shock on my face but somehow, he didn?t seem to register anything wrong. Dr Smythe turned to me and walked over. ?Hello dear, I see that you are more comfortable wearing your pretty petticoat.? Again, my mind seemed to take a back seat at the word and smiled. ?Oh yes, it is so pretty. Thank you for helping me come to terms with my need to wear pretty feminine clothing.? How could I have said that? I knew I wasn?t saying it, I was observing me saying it but with no control. ?You?ll be glad to know that I have spoken with your parents, especially your father who now knows how strongly you feel about wearing your pretty petticoats.? A happy buzz went through my system even though my thoughts were the opposite. Dr Smythe continued, ?He knows your life depends on his acceptance of fulfilling your feminine desires, especially your need for those wonderful petticoats? I was being bombarded with my trigger word, I felt my own true desires sliding under the programmed ones. ?Do you have other petticoats dear, your mother said you had a nice selection, the full petticoats, half slips, gorgeous white and pink petticoats.? ?Oh how I love my petticoats Dr Smythe, I wish I could wear them all the time,? I said, lost in the desire to be embraced by them all the time. I desperately wished that I was a girl. ?That is what I came in to tell you. Your parents realise now that that is what you want and they are 100% behind your wishes. From now on they will treat you like their daughter, and when the female hormones start to work on your body, you can come back here for fulfil your wishes,? Dr Smythe told me as she smiled and patted my hair. The orderly had finished making the bed and now I climbed back in, making sure my beautiful petticoat was smoothed under me. ?Your parents will be in by 10 O?clock to take you home Kelly dear. In the meantime, have some breakfast and relax.? Dr Smythe went over to Jimmy?s bed and for some reason started quietly talking about stockings. Jimmy?s head nodded enthusiastically. I thought of what my legs would look like with stockings on under my petticoat. Ooh, I got a tingle in my tummy. I heard stockings and then garter belt being mentioned a number of times and saw that Jimmy had opened his drawer and pulled out a pair of stockings and garter belt. I could see that he had swung his legs around to the side of the bed and pulling off the blankets could see under his hospital gown his lacy pink panties as he attached the garter belt around his waist. He then rolled up a stocking and put his left foot into the stocking and rolled it up his leg. He then attached the three tabs to the stocking. Dr Smythe was making appreciative, almost cooing sounds and giving him encouraging rub on his shoulder. Jimmy then repeated the process with the other stocking. I could just hear him saying to Dr Smythe, ?They feel so smooth and satiny, they are wonderful, just like you said.? Dr Smythe moved between me and Jimmy but I could see that she was helping him smooth them out and I heard the word stocking mentioned more times. I looked down at my petticoat and felt a warm inner glow. Now Jimmy was feeling all girly too. I felt so content. Soon after Dr Smythe left the ward, a nurse came in and changed the bandage on my wrist. She examined the wound and the stitches. I could see the cut and the way the knife had run diagonally down my arm and not straight across as I had supposed. The sight brought back a flash back of the incident, remembering cutting vegetables in my pretty petticoat and apron, then daddy coming in and surprising me. I wondered why I was so surprised, then remembered having to wear the petticoat for punishment. No that didn?t seem right. I looked down at my beautiful petticoat and wondered how that could be punishment. The nurse soon finished replacing the bandage and said she would leave instructions on changing the bandage with my parents. Breakfast came and, not wanting to spoil my petticoat, covered it with my blanket. All I had was a grapefruit and two slices of toast but it seemed so much, I only had half a slice of toast with my grapefruit. I greedily swallowed my two tablets, knowing now that they will help me become the girl that I wanted to be. I saw Jimmy take his two tablets and swallow them as well. I soon dropped off to sleep. I woke to find a female orderly was pulling a tray near to me. The tray seemed to be full of the sort of things I?ve seen on my mother?s dresser. There were spray bottles, combs, hair clips, a manicure set, nail polish and cosmetics. ?Hello Kelly, your parents will be here in an hour so I thought I?d make you pretty for them.? I felt a little thrill that she was going to make me pretty but again, I also felt a little twinge in my stomach. The orderly trimmed my too long hair which for some reason mum had let grow rather than taking me to get cut. I ended up with a short pixie cut. Next, she sprayed my hair with a little setting lotion and put some curlers in, rolling them under a little bit. She then set me up with a portable hair dryer. It was something I?d seen before, with mum?s hair, a plastic cap attached to a hose and a little blower at the other end. There was a strap attached to it that could go over your shoulder so you could carry it while walking around. While my hair was drying, she took my hands and filed my overly long nails into ovals and then applied a frosty pink nail varnish. I was feeling so lost in all the new sensations and lost in the sea of femininity surrounding me. My hair was now dry and while my nails were drying, the orderly took off the plastic cap and took out the rollers. While this was happening, I was told to hold my fingers out straight and gently wave my hands around, The orderly then got some hairspray and sprayed my hair until it felt funny and stiff. I certainly didn?t like the smell of hairspray. ?You look so cute sweet heart,? she told me. "I hope your mummy will bring you a nice dress to go with your pretty pink petticoat.? There was that word again and I so hoped that I could wear a dress home. ?Just one more thing. You are too young to wear a lot of make-up but I think a touch of lipstick to match your lovely new nails will be just the thing. Pucker up sweetie.? ?Was there something wrong?? I thought with a slight frown. The orderly seeing my hesitation said, ?And it will match your darling petticoat.? As if by magic, any doubt vanished and I puckered up my lips as she spread the creamy lipstick across my lips. It felt so good. ?There you go darling. What a beautiful girl you make!? she said. I was smiling at the orderly?s comment and feeling feminine as I saw mum come through the door. She rushed to me and hugged me. ?Oh, my darling Kelly, my you look simply scrumptious!? She pulled away and took in the whole new me. ?Your hair, your lips and nails. They?re beautiful! We must be sure keep you like this, you look so happy darling Kelly.? I smiled and thanked her for the compliment, meaning every word. I did feel good with this look. ?I?ve bought you the cutest outfit to wear home, a pretty petticoat, oh the petticoat is just sublime. The petticoat is white lined with lace, a beautiful cami to match the petticoat and a skirt to go over the top,? Mum gushed. With each mention of ?petticoat?, all thought of anything but being a feminine girl vanished. It was my world. Gladly I wanted to see what outfit she had bought me and gladly I put on the tummy control panties, the padded training bra, camisole and white layered petticoat with pretty lace trim. Hungrily I reached for the beautiful blue silken skirt and slid over my head and down my body until it rested on my waist