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The Fool Janet L. Stickney [email protected] "Any fool can wear a dress," that's what mom told me, every time I was her dress dummy, more than once I might add, and true enough, there I was again, wearing a dress. I looked ridiculous. No boobs, no hips, and no makeup, just that dress. I could not, for the life of me understand how she thought that she could ever make me look like a girl, because I was the least likely candidate you could find. I stand 5' 7" and weigh in at a hefty 150, and although I have shoulder length hair, and what I thought were very definite male features, she sounded convinced. As she fussed with the dress, I wondered just what the hell she was thinking, or maybe she had taken too many of her happy pills again! When she was done, and had helped me get the dress off.... "Now all we have to do is everything else!" "What's everything else?" "I want, and I'm sure that you do too, for you to look as nice as possible, so you'll need a wig, some boobs of course, some hip padding, and great makeup! That's what I mean when I say everything else!" "Tell me again why I have to do this? I mean, just what's so important that I have to dress up like a girl?!" "I explained this before! If you remember, when Ruthie was here? And she saw you wearing that dress I was hemming? Well, with your long hair, I guess she figured that you were a girl, and well, she has invited me and my daughter to lunch. You know that I've been wanting to join that group for a long time, and I simply cannot turn down this invitation!" "Yeah, I know all that, but why not just tell her that I can't go? I mean, how many teenage girls do you really think are going to be there? All those ladies are your age, and I'll bet their daughters did whatever they could to get out of going! I know for sure that they would rather be doing what they want to do rather than being with a bunch of.... mothers!" My mother didn't like it, but since it was obvious that I didn't want to do it, she reluctantly gave in, and I quickly removed the dress. As I got dressed I heard her driving away, angry I'm sure, but there was no way that I was going to sit around at a party full of little old ladies and pretend that I was a girl! They would have picked up on it in a hot minute and we both would have been toast. I made some lunch, then headed for the computer. Three hours later, mom returned, and she was ashen faced. "They're hosting this years debutante ball, and you have been invited!" That part all came out first, then she told me that her membership had been accepted, and since the ladies represented their individual sphere in society; mom representing the home makers, it was a great honor for her, and I was happy for her. That bit about a debutante ball was nice, but I couldn't see how it affected me, so I asked. That was dumb. "One of the requirements is that our daughters participate!" "So?" "They still think you're my daughter!" "Why didn't you just tell them the truth? That I was simply helping you?! I'm not going to be a debutante, no way!" "But you have to! They're expecting you to be there!" "No way! The minute I walked in they would know, and then what? Neither of us could show our faces anywhere! Ever!" "What... what if... what if we got you all fixed up before we decided? You might be right, but maybe not, and then we would know, wouldn't we? I mean, if you look terrible, and couldn't do it, that's one thing, and I agree that if that's the case, you shouldn't do it, but if you look great, like I think you will, then you could do it, for me... please?" In a moment punctuated with a total lapse of common sense, I asked... "What do I get out of this other than a new dress?" "You can get that car you've been wanting... but that's only if you look good, and don't try to make a fool out of yourself. You'll have to act like a young lady the entire time or no deal!" While I was sure that mom had fallen on her head, but the mere specter of getting a car of my own led me to say... "Okay, it's a deal, but we both know that the only way I would have the slightest chance to pull this off is for me to look very convincing, which means that I would have to look exactly like a girl, and obviously, I don't, do I? And I won't do it unless I do!" I said that to deter her from having me to do it, confident that to make me look exactly like a girl was almost impossible. "I'll see what I can do about that," she said quietly, "but if I can manage that, I'll expect you to do your very best!" Still confident she would fail to make me look anything like a girl, I said, "For a new car? Hell yes! It's just a dress, right?" At the time I didn't know that at the ripe old age of 18 I could be so stupid. The whole next week went by without a word from mom, then, on Friday... "Before you go to bed tonight I want you to get as hairless as possible, from the neck down. I'll help with those hard to reach places if you need me to, but I mean I want ALL of your body hair to be removed, including down there! I want your skin to be baby soft and smooth to the touch. Do it after dinner." And that was how it all started. I sort of expected the hairless thing, so I wasn't surprised when she mentioned it, and by the time she was done with me two hours later, after the application of cream hair remover, twice I might add, and together, with the razor, we had effectively denuded me of all hair, including in my groin! I had never felt as naked as that before, and that alone was a very eerie sensation. Then she handed me a nightgown. "Rub in the skin lotion all over, then wear this tonight. It'll feel wonderful against your skin, and I just know you'll like it. In the morning I'll help you get ready, then we are going to a place that I found on the internet. They have assured me that they can do exactly what you said." "What's that?" "They tell me that they not only can, but will, make you look exactly like a girl, which is what you told me you wanted! You said that you wanted to 'look exactly like a girl' or you wouldn't do this? Right?" "Yeah, I said that, but how?" "I have no idea honey, but they sounded quite sure of it, so, I guess we'll find out in the morning. We'll go find out together." She was right about that nightgown, and I have to admit, it did feel great against my newly naked skin. It even gave me goose bumps when I first put it on! The next morning she gave me some panties to put on, then a plain pink blouse and a pair of her shorts. Using the barest minimum of makeup, she did my face, and when she was done, and with my hair down, I guess I looked almost like a girl... except that I didn't have any boobs! I mentioned it, but in her usual way, all she said was that it would be taken care of shortly. She didn't give me any details at all, but I'm not so slow that I couldn't figure out why. Obviously, the place we were going to would take care of that. After a quick bite, she and I left in the car. I had asked what was going to happen, but since she said wasn't sure, I got no really good answers. She didn't know exactly, only what she had been told; except that as I had absolutely insisted, when they were done with me, I would look "exactly like a girl." The shop was set off the street a bit, and we had to park around back. As we walked in, it was clearly obvious that I wasn't a girl, and I also knew that I was a bit red faced in my shame. "I called," mom said to someone, "yesterday? About that special attention that was mentioned when we talked?" "Of course," said the guy. "Just how special did you need to get?" "She has agreed to be a debutant, but because she lacks... certain attributes, she is very afraid of being found out, and she absolutely insists that she will only do it if she can look exactly like a girl her age; like I said, she's going to be a deb this fall, and frankly, I think that I agree with her. She needs to look exactly like a normal girl if she has any hope of doing this." "Then you'll obviously want the best! Lets go in the back, I'll show you what we have, and we'll get started!" He showed us a few things, the various models, which totally shocked both mom and I with the way the bits and pieces looked. I wavered a bit, then he showed us some other options, none of which looked like they would do the job very well. Mom looked at me with a question on her face, but, even though she was still shocked at what he said he could do and how, and also, since I was the one that insisted on perfection, mom very casually it seemed to me, told him to use the best. "I know it'll be a bit on the expensive side honey, but I really do think that this is the best course of action... unless you disagree?" "It... they... look awfully real mother!" "That's the idea isn't it? Perfection?" "Yeah, I suppose, but...." "But nothing" mom said, "it's everything what you said you wanted, so just do what he tells you, and before long this will be all over!" There was nothing for me to say. I had demanded that I look like a girl, and mom had somehow found a place that could do just that! Unless I wanted to really hurt her, I had very little choice but to agree; once I did say okay, he was all business as he made the molds of my groin, hips and bottom, all to the waist, explaining as he went along just how they all fit together, as well as how long they would last. "Of course," he said quietly, "I'm sure that you might not already know it, but this transformation is designed to last up to a year, at which time I can renew the menstrual packets." "Menstrual packets? Periods?! I'll have periods? For a year!?" "Yes, of course! This unit is the absolute best in realism, and will provide you with a more natural sense of what being a young lady is all about. As you can see, we do not use the traditional panty. We use a total of three pieces because we have found that it allows for greater movements, a better sense of touch, and a more natural look. The front piece will of course, conceal the male member and hold the testicles in place; it will run from deep between the legs to the waist, and from the hips joints to the waist. As you can see by the demo, it's shaped a bit like a Y, with depth added between your waist and the opening of the vagina. That allows room for the other options and completes the true look of a female. The other pieces are created to fit you exactly, allowing us to round out your hips and bottom to the exact dimensions desired. As I'm sure you must have guessed by now, the front piece, once created and attached, will totally eliminate the ability to stand and urinate, so you will have to use the facility as a woman would. The roundness all women have just above the pubis is, as I mentioned, made large enough to hold the blood packets in the upper portion of the inner lining, and allows for insertion of a sanitary device as well as making intercourse possible. Once it's in place, there will be no discernible difference between you and any other girl, and with our new process, there are virtually no visible seams. The breast forms are created in much the same manner, although we do offer the option of small sensors that help detect touch." I was shocked of course, unaware that such things existed, but I was in a very untenable position. I was the one that demanded absolute realism in order to pass myself off as a female, and my mother was making a huge commitment in both money and her prestige, so I could hardly say that I wouldn't do it, and besides, with a brand new car in my future, I just couldn't say no. I just couldn't bring myself to give up a new car! With mom waiting out front, and after removing my clothes and laying down on a table, he put my feet in the stirrups and raised my legs high, and wide, which, trust me on this, was a very embarrassing position! He used a numbing agent, then began the process. It took almost three hours for him to match the skin tones exactly, make the molds and create the item, and that was just for the groin area! Another five hours went by for the breast forms, butt, and hips, but when I finally got to see the results, well, I was shocked! Stunned is maybe a better word, because from the neck down, I looked like a girl... in every way! "As I mentioned before," the guy said softly, and directly to me, "with care, you can now have intercourse, and of course, you'll also experience periods, starting in about a month I would guess. As far as I know, this is as close as a guy can get to being a female without the surgery!" "Go ahead and get dressed," mom said, "we'll stop somewhere and get you some bras and panties, plus some tampons." On the outside, my mother seemed very blas? about the whole thing, even when she saw me naked, but like me, I think she was also shocked. As I got dressed, the newness of my shape became evident, especially having a bigger butt, rounder hips, and of course, breasts. Without a bra, my breasts simply moved around with every step, just like real ones would, and by the weight on my chest, I knew why women wore bras. While it was an entirely new experience for me, having never dressed as a girl before, I had to swallow my manly pride when I looked in that mirror for the first time and saw a naked girl standing there, and given how long it had taken to make me look that way, well, I knew that this wasn't going to be just a weekend thing; the guy had told me it was a year long thing! All I could do was focus on the future as I drove down the freeway with the top down on my new car. At 18, instead of getting a job, a girlfriend and getting laid, I was about to realize that dressing as a girl was more than a dress, some makeup and nice hair. I had become a girl, and there did not seem to be much I could do about it! I was also stupid, foolish, na?ve, and wholly unaware of the downside of dressing as a girl. That would come later. Mom and I walked into the mall, then straight into a well known lingerie shop. Since I had no idea about sizes, I let mom and the saleslady work that out. At their urging, I tried on, and left the store wearing one of the bras, a 38 B cup that fastened in the front, one that gave me lots of cleavage; I wasn't expecting that. The panties ranged from thongs to full cut, in a variety of colors. In other stores, we bought some nightgowns, shoes, skirts, dresses and other things that mom said that I would need. By the time we got home, I was beginning to understand the full meaning of what I had stupidly allowed to happen to me, and I began to get more than a little scared. As I put away all of the clothes we had bought, I stopped and looked in the mirror; a girl, maybe 5'7" or so, weighing in at about 130, with B cup boobs, wide hips and a bigger butt stared back at me, then I cupped the breasts in my hands, feeling the softness of them. Looking down I found that I was unable to check out my new parts. I couldn't see them because of that new swelling below my waist, so I let my fingers do the walking. Looking in the mirror, I saw the thin strip of hair that covered a slit, which opened under gentle pressure, accepting my entire finger! That's when it actually hit me. The panty was, just as the guy told me, quite capable of allowing me to insert something, as in sex! As if! A tampon? Maybe, well, probably yes, but sex? No way. Not me! The totality of what I had agreed to hit me right between the eyes when I remembered what he said. It wasn't just a passing remark, but in my fervor to get that car, and in the excitement of the items being made, then attached, I had not paid close attention, and let it casually slip by .... "Of course, the transformation is designed to last up to a year, at which time I can renew the menstrual packets." A year! When that hit me I flopped on the bed, just staring at the ceiling. I was going to be a girl for an entire year! I moaned to myself, unable to reconcile how I looked, and what I was told, versus the reality of the situation. I quickly got dressed and went to find my mother, and demand some answers. All she did was smile at me, the motion for me to sit down. "I cannot see why you're so shocked! I mean, I did exactly what you said you wanted! You said that you wanted to be convincing, to look exactly like a girl you said, and now you are! That man even explained it to you, in very great detail I might add, and even after he made sure to explain it, even then you agreed! So, tell me, How is this my fault?" "But a year? As a girl? What about the guys?!" "I know honey, but he did explain it to you, very carefully, and we both thought that you understood!" With a sigh... "I guess that we'll both have to make some adjustments! I'll admit that I did not plan on having you dressing up as a girl for a year either, only just long enough to attend that ball, but I guess we'll just have to find a way to make the best of it!" "Maaaa..... I don't want...." "It does seem a bit late for that doesn't it?" "I only did this so I could get that car!" "Yes, I know, and I'll bet that's all you were thinking about when he explained everything, right?" "I guess, but...." "If you're really that upset about this, let me call him and see if he can remove them. If that's the case then you can chalk this up as a learning experience, but you did promise me..." "I know mom, it's just that I didn't expect to look so.... real!" Well, mom called, and by the look on her face, I knew that I would have no choice. I was stuck! So, there I was, a girl, or at least what looked like one, for almost a year! I wanted to cry, but my manly pride wouldn't let me, so I merely cringed instead. Mom was sympathetic, knowing that she was the one that started all this, but she was also the one that demanded I try it, and she was the one that made it all possible. That said, like me, she too was also stuck, but I'm not positive that she disliked it as much as she said. After all, she was the one that wanted me to become a debutante. Never having wanted to become a girl in the first place, I realized that at that point, that I simply had no choice. My desire for that car had overridden my listening devices. Then it finally began. The tears ran down my face as I convulsed in sobs that I could not stop. Mom hugged me tightly, comforting me, as we both faced what looked to be an arduous future. I had no choice but to learn how to be a girl, and maybe even master it, or face the world as a very clumsy girl, a parody, or look like just another inept boy that seemed to be masquerading as a girl. Either way, it would be disastrous! And worse, what if it turned out that I liked it? I felt really stupid for not paying attention to what that guy told me. At 18, I was ready to get my own car, and had saved up enough for the down payment, but greed, plain and simple, got in the way of my common sense. As I finally stopped crying and stood up, then looked at mom, I finally resigned myself to my fate. There had to be a way for me to get through this without looking like a klutz, only I didn't have any idea where to look. I went back in my room and went online to find out. As it turns out, a beauty school, or maybe a charm school as they are sometimes called, could help; at least some of them could help anyway. I sat there staring at the screen, wondering how I could have let this go so far. The only thing about being a girl that I liked was the smoothness of my skin. I really liked that. I also found out via the Internet that a lot of guys liked being girls, more than I had imagined, and a lot of them looked perfectly normal, even pretty in a few cases! Like... an average girl! I had always been one that worked hard to master a task, or subject, which is why I had always been called a nerd in school. Being in the top 2% of the class had put me in that role. I knew in my heart that whether I liked it or not, for me to pull off being a girl, I had only one option, and that was to do the same thing, and that was to master my new task, which was, sadly, to become a realistic girl. I came to the only viable conclusion I could, and when I did, I resolved not to look like the fool I thought was. I got dressed and went to find my mom. "Now that we both know that I have to be this way for about a year, can I get my car? I mean..." "I suppose. We'll go tomorrow." It was very strange to dress like a girl, but I wore a plain gray skirt, kind of short, and a white pullover top with black flats. After dabbling with some minor makeup, and brushing out my hair, we went to the dealership. Several guys descended on us, but mom went straight to the only woman in sight. "Hi! I'm Janet. Can I help you?" "Yes. My daughter needs a car." "And your names are?" "I'm Susan, and this is Carolyn." "What kind of car were you thinking of?" From there, we went into the lot where I showed them the car I wanted. It was small, but had almost all the options, and was a convertible. We haggled a bit on the price, and mom paid her some money. Then... "Since the car will be in your name Carolyn, I'll need to make a copy of your drivers license." "I ah... don't have it with me!" "That's okay. The car has to be prepped, so when you come back to pick it up I can do it then!" Before I could say a word, mom grabbed my arm, thanked the lady, and led me outside. "You'll need to have a drivers license, for the girl you are now, not the boy you were yesterday, especially if you get stopped, and after all, a year is a long time, and...." "I get it mom, but how?" "Lets find out!" About half an hour later I found myself applying for a drivers license. I used all the correct information, except that I had become Carolyn Ruth, a female. With my mom swearing that I was her daughter and the information was correct, they did not hesitate to issue me a new one! According to the state I was legally a girl! We went to pick up the car, and I was able to drive it home, then mom and I went for a drive in it. As we tooled around... "I was thinking, maybe you should get your hair trimmed and styled? It would be easier for you to take care of, and you could stop wearing your hair in a ponytail!" "I guess, okay, I might as well, but this is all so weird!" "But nothing. We're both going to have to make some adjustments, and this is just one of them. Stop at my salon and I'll see if they have room for us." We both got appointments for the next day. Later I spent some time on the computer learning all I could about boys becoming girls, since I had only a vague idea. Demeanor was big. How you walked, talked, used your hands and arms, what you wore, how you wore it, as well as skin care, hair care and a variety of other things. Very big on the list was the beard. I had not even thought of that! My beard wasn't all that dark, but you could see it, which, according to what I read, meant that I would have to get rid of it or possibly risk facial trauma from shaving so close every day! It was that or wear heavy makeup all of the time. That led me to discover electrolysis and laser hair removal. Both sounded ugly, and expensive, but given the circumstances, I learned all I could about both. Becoming a girl was definitely starting to be a pain in the ass! My only thought about having my beard removed was that shaving would forever be a thing of the past, even when I returned to being myself, and that really didn't sound so bad. I mentioned it to mom, who said that she had not thought of that, but if I wanted to do it, she would split the cost with me, which meant that I would have to use my savings, but in the end, I thought it was not only going to be helpful, but the right thing to do. Not because I wanted to be a girl, it would help of course, and I already had my car, but because it would end my having to shave... forever! I called a local establishment and made an appointment. Later, as I stood in front of the mirror, I began to check out my new body, a smooth roundness that was unfamiliar yet not unpleasant met my hands. I was once again dismayed with my total lack of attention when the devices were explained to me, yet on the other hand, if I had to be a girl, having a great body wasn't so bad, although I instantly understood, right then, why girls worried about their figures so much. The next day my hair was cut, styled, and colored, then all my nails were done. I really looked different; not what I thought was pretty as such, but not bad. From there I went to see a woman about a beard. It didn't hurt that much, so I stayed for a double session. When she was done... "Let your beard grow out a bit next time hon, it goes much faster, and maybe, if we're lucky, you can be done in ten or so sessions, okay?" I did not want to be a girl, but I certainly did not want to be seen as less than one either, by anyone, which made for some interesting discussions with myself; that's why I also found myself at a charm school, trying to explain why I needed the help so bad. The lady was very polite, said that she understood, and let me enroll. After that day, I started attending the charm school every day, four and four with a half hour for lunch. On alternating days, I would stop for my hair removal sessions. It took a while, but I finally managed to learn how to look graceful in heels, while wearing everything from a ball gown to a string bikini, which was extremely hard to do considering my natural shyness and natural ineptness. Plus there were all those exercises wearing gym shoes and a leotard. It was hard work, very hard. Way harder than I expected. Like the time I had to spend standing in different poses, the type that fashion models often use. She said I was doing fine, but I felt like a dork. Doing my own hair, nails and makeup were also required learning. By the time a few months had gone by my beard was gone, I lost 18 pounds, and I could almost, but not quite, masterfully look, walk and act like a young woman, which meant that I also felt a bit more secure about myself. Mom had watched my transformation as it slowly evolved, not saying much, until I "graduated" as it were. Almost five months had passed by then; Sadly, I had virtually forgotten what I used to look like. "You've become a very pretty girl Carolyn!" "Thanks mom, just what I wanted to grow up to hear." "Don't be rude honey; you worked very hard for this, and I want you to know that I appreciate the effort you have put forth!" "I didn't have a choice mom." "Of course you did! You could have easily taken the easy way out, but you didn't... did you?" I said nothing. "Elaine? The lady that runs that charm school? She called and asked if you could stop by her office tomorrow at ten. Something about modeling? She said to tell you to wear a nice dress." I had no idea what she was talking about, but Elaine had been the one to help turn me into the girl I had become, so I couldn't say no. The next morning I arrived at the school wearing a nice summer dress with low heels, my hair down but pinned back. Elaine greeted me with a hug and a smile. "I asked you to stop by because one of our clients saw the photos we took of you, and demanded that she meet you. She runs a large advertising agency that handles large lingerie and clothing accounts. She didn't say, but I'm willing to bet that she wants you to model for her! It's quite an exciting prospect Carolyn!" "But... I can't! I told.... you know why...." "Stop that! You're a very lovely young lady, and regardless of what you think you were before, this is who you are now! I've worked you very hard so that you could do this, and you have been one of my best students! So, lets just go and find out what she wants rather than guess... shall we" The lady that wanted to meet me was tall, well over six foot in heels, with a knock out figure. Green eyes and brown hair only enhanced her dark green suit. "Hello! I'm Madeline. I've been wanting to meet you for weeks, ever since Elaine showed me your picture!" "Nice to meet you," I said. "You're what? About... 130 pounds?" "About that, yes." "We're always looking for new models, and I think you would do fine for some of our lines! Would you like to try?" "Modeling what?" "Dresses mostly, but also some swimwear and a few gowns." I hesitated, a bit to long I guess, so she said, "I um... I know all about you Carolyn, and I want you to know something. I know that you are not a naturally born female, but I can promise that nobody will never know about you, from either Elaine or myself." I looked at Elaine, wondering if she had told her, but.... "I didn't tell her honey, really!" "Elaine did not tell me. I just knew honey, I always know." "But I'm not...." "Let's try this Carolyn; I've brought a few things for you to try on. Lets get you changed, and then we'll see. Okay?" While I doubted that I could model some, or even most of the things I saw on the Internet, I took the small case and went into the locker room to change. The first was a normal swimsuit with a lace jacket. They oohed an aahed, then I changed into a dress followed by various skirts and blouses, finishing up with a short, tight, red dress. Elaine was almost beside herself with joy, while Madeline sat there grinning. "You are such a natural Carolyn! You have the 'look'! Sensuous, yet young, pretty, without that doll look, and those legs! You have the greatest legs!" It was hard not to bask in those kind of comments, yet, while I looked, acted, walked and talked like a girl, I wasn't one, and I knew it; the fact that this woman wanted me to model her clothing was just plain scary! She had told me a bit about her other models, yet even after working so hard to master being a girl, I still harbored doubts about my ability. Then she blew me away. "It pays $300 an hour, with an eight hour minimum for each shoot. Of course, we'll guarantee the first two years; after that you'll have to try out like everyone else." "You serious?!" I asked loudly... "That's... that's a lot of money!" "If you work the average, which is 100 days a year, with the eight hour day guarantee of course, that's about $240,000 a year; more if we need you." "And I would have to model stuff like that? Do I get any say?" "We do sell a few pieces that only a very few girls would, or could, wear, like those string bikinis? The ones that barely cover their snatch? If you would rather not do those, or very skimpy bikinis, we'll understand, but everything else? Yes." "Can I talk to my mom first? This is... big." "I wouldn't have it any other way. Can I stop by this evening, maybe I can help you and your mother reach a decision?" "Sure, I guess, why not?" I was not sure that I could do what she wanted, yet the money was more than fantastic, and it would be very hard to turn down, no matter what I felt. Deep down I still harbored the illusion that I was merely a boy pretending to be a girl, totally unaware that under Elaine's tutorage, I had become more of a girl than boy. What I felt was ineptness, she and Madeline thought was coquettishness. I thought I was to big to be a model. They said I had the perfect for Misses sizes. My mother would freak right out when she found out that I had been asked to be a model, but there was no way that I could, or would, do it unless she agreed. The minute I got to mom's office I realized that none of her staff knew me as a girl, but I had to talk to her, right away. I casually went in and told Marcie, her secretary that I needed to talk to her. I was let into her office a few minutes later. "This is a surprise! You almost never come here!" "We have to talk mom." "Why? Did something happen this morning? Did someone hurt you?" "No...nothing like that mom. They asked me to be a model." "A model! Modeling what?" "Skirts and blouses, some suits I guess, swimwear and a few dresses. If I do it, I'll make almost a quarter mil a year for two years!" "That is a lot of money!" "I know mom, but I'm not sure that I can do that!" "And why not?" "I'm... not a... I'm scared I guess." "But why? You look just darling and you know it, and they would not have asked you to do this unless they thought so too! Did they have you try on anything? To see how you looked?" "Yeah, but that swimsuit was so... small! And some of those skirts, well, they were really short!" "And they still offered you the job. Doesn't that tell you something?" "Yeah. They're blind." "No dear, they aren't blind, you are. You just don't realize how pretty you are, nor do you realize just how feminine you have become over the last few months, but I also know how you are honey. You greet every task as a challenge, and you saw becoming a girl as the ultimate challenge, and you simply went out and mastered it! You never noticed just how smart you were in school either, because it was just the way you were! Now that this has happened, you simply cannot grasp the idea that nobody sees you as a boy any more! So... tell me. Are you going to do it?" "It's a lot of money mom, more than I could make in a long time." "Then do it! I mean, all they do is take pictures, right? What's the harm in that?" "Madeline is going to stop by the house tonight and explain it mom. I told her I wouldn't do it unless you agreed to let me." "You're 18 honey, you don't need me to agree." "But if you don't, I won't." Madeline arrived just after seven, then carefully went through her proposal. My assignments, what I would model, and what I could refuse to model, the money of course, then.... "We do a lot of shoots in and around beaches, especially our swimwear lines, so of course, Carolyn would have to do those as well, but trust me, it's not as glamorous as you might imagine. There are usually 20 or more people on every shoot!" "But how can she travel?" Mom asked... "Carolyn does not have a passport; only her drivers license!" "I can help with that, because if she has a valid drivers license and a statement from you, I can arrange for her to get a passport!" "In that case," mom said, "as long as she has the absolute right to refuse to wear something she finds offensive, I'll agree, but we want it all in writing. As an attorney I could do it, but in this case, I'll have a colleague do it. That way there won't be any misunderstanding." "That's fine! I'll have the paperwork delivered tomorrow!" And that's how it went. My first assignment was modeling bridal gowns! It wasn't at all like I expected, what with that lady padding my bustline "so your tits will be pushed together, up, and out, giving you great cleavage, to show off the gown" as she put it. One after another, I posed while the pictures were taken, then we were done for the day. The next day it was fairy tale costumes. My hair was done in pigtails for one shoot, a bun for another, and finally, my hair was down for the last one. Madeline was right, there were always about twenty people around. I had to admit, even to myself, that I liked a few of those outfits, especially the bridal dresses, but I kept that to myself. Makeup and hair people took care of that, while I was merely a live mannequin for the clothes. Then Madeline asked me if I would do a few bikini shoots, and showed me a few samples. Most fell into what most people would wear, but a few were definitely made for the girls that wanted to exhibit more of their gifts. I told Madeline that I wasn't sure, but would try it, and took one of the smallest she had in her hand. If I could do it at all, being able to pull it off in that next to nothing pile of strings would prove it! Next to nothing was right! I felt naked as I stepped out of the booth to face Madeline. I was very aware that almost all of my faux assets were on display, the small triangle covering my snatch barely big enough. I just stood there as she walked around me, then shook her head no. "I'm sorry Carolyn, but I think I'll keep you in the regular suits as before." Relieved is what I was. For the debutante ball I borrowed a bridal gown, asking one of the photographers to be my escort. Some of the women recognized me from the ads, most did not, but mom was simply beaming when my name was announced and we entered the hall. I had fulfilled my obligation to mom, yet I had another year to go on my contract, and I also knew in my heart that I could never go back to being a guy. That was virtually impossible. I had traded my econo box convertible for a sports car, my apartment for a condo, and I didn't have any clothes that were the slightest bit male oriented! That's when I began searching for a doctor to help me with my options. When the shooting for that season was done, I had breast implants done, while starting on female hormones at the same time. My mother wasn't very shocked at my decision, and stayed with me through the surgery. By the time I had healed up, I was the same size as before, a B cup, and by the time the following years photo shoots arrived, I only needed the front piece of the panty, and with the growth of my own breasts, I had grown to a full C cup. That's about the time I started dating one of the male models I worked with. I had the surgery and became a female, my transition complete, a journey that I never thought possible, wanted, or had even considered. Yet being a woman has been liberating in many ways, and I no longer suffer the doubt of confusion, or even wisdom of what I had done. I already know that when I get married I'll be a great wife because I'll master that task too.