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I Hated Losing Janet L. Stickney [email protected] The dress was heavier than I expected, and it was uncomfortable to boot. When everyone was out of the car, a young man walked up and offered me his arm, and with a smile from my mother, I picked up the hem of the long dress and took his arm. I was wearing an authentic 1893 outfit, right down to the bloomers, or panties as we call them now. My mom and dad were really into play acting scenes from that era, but mom always complained about how heavy and uncomfortable the clothes were, and I guess I ragged on her about it one time too many, because about two months after the last event, I found myself face to face with my parents. "You know how you always get on me when I say anything about the clothes I wear to those events?" Without waiting for an answer..."Well, we have come up with a way for you to experience the same feeling." "You know that I'm not into that dress up thing dad!" "Yes, well, this year you will be. We have submitted your name to be involved, and they have accepted since they are always in need of people." "Those frock coats look okay I guess, but those top hats have to go dad!" "Oh! You won't have to wear a top hat dear!" "Gee, thanks mom." "But a frock, now that's different!" "A frock?" "Oh yes, I forgot," she said softly, "you don't know what a frock is! I'm sorry honey. Actually, you'll have two of them. One you'll wear during the day, and the other for the grand ball later in the evening." "Doesn't everyone that attends the ball have to have a date?" "You will, don't worry about that." "Your father is right dear, don't worry about that right now. Here, let me show you the pictures of the frocks we have selected for you." When mom opened the book and when I saw what a frock was, I freaked out, and refused, in very clear terms, to wear a frock. I was a guy, and guys don't wear dresses, or frocks as mom called them. Then my dad sort of casually reminded me that they had already put me on probation for that speeding ticket, and I was unable to drive unless he or mom were with me. His exact words, "We might find ourselves always unavailable, so you might not be able to drive for quite a while." The implication was clear. Either I went along with wearing a dress, or I would be walking until I was on my own. "Here's the deal Andy." Dad didn't sound mad, but... "You're going to have to do this. After all the harping you did to your mother, just because she is telling us something we might not have known, that much has already been decided. Because you seem to think that what your mother wears to those events is up to her, and since you think its okay for you to get on her case because she chooses to wear something that's uncomfortable, you obviously think you have the right to nag her when she mentions it! Well, we're going to give you the chance to find out for yourself what she is talking about! That means that the only question for you is do you want everyone to know that you're a boy wearing a dress? Or would you rather do your best and most likely have a nice time? After all that nagging you have given your mother, you can think of this as a personal learning experience. When she complains, you'll know exactly what she means by it." "If you agree to do this," mom added, "without giving us a lot of grief, we might find a way to lift your probation. Since you'll have to spend a lot of time getting used to some of the clothes, we have decided to start now, so that by the time of the next event, which is just before school starts, you'll look and feel natural in a dress." There it was. The big carrot and the ugly stick. Since I do have a drivers license, and all of my friends were driving, they knew exactly which button to push. After some minor sulking, I reluctantly caved in without asking enough questions, which was the first of my many mistakes. Once I reluctantly agreed, I was whisked into mom's sewing room where she had me strip to my briefs, then she measured from head to toe. By the time she was done, I was convinced that she had enough measurements to make an entirely new me. I got dressed, then, as I was leaving, mom told me that on the weekend she and I were going to see someone about getting me fitted. I assumed it was for the dress, so I didn't say a word or ask any questions. Life went back to normal for an entire week, then on Saturday morning, mom called me into her bedroom. "Since you're being fitted today, I was thinking that you might want to...look more normal?" "Huh?" "Take your clothes off honey, and I'll turn my back while you put these on." "Panties?" I asked as she held them out, then saw the skirt and blouse along with a bra and shoes on the bed. "You want me to dress up like a girl? Now? I thought this wasn't until..." "Well, you could go just as you are, but don't you think you'll stick out? I mean, a boy being fitted?" She had a pretty good point, so once again I bowed to her wishes, and put the panties on. Then she sat me at her vanity and began to work on both my face and hair. I didn't think it was possible, but mom managed to make me look pretty good, for an ugly girl that is. Once I had the pantyhose on she fastened the bra around me, stuffing it with socks, then I put the skirt and blouse on, stepping into the low heeled black shoes. Mom had me do my own lipstick, then she handed me an empty purse and headed out of the room. Dad watched as mom and I walked right past him. He didn't say a word. Since dressing up as a girl was a costume, I wasn't real worried if someone figured it out. I mean, it wasn't as if I liked it, and besides, I didn't have a choice. Mom let me drive, directing me across town then out of the city about twenty miles. The shop had a sign of course, but all it said was "Fitters". I assumed that I was going to be fitted for a dress, and blithely followed mom inside, waiting with her until a lady showed up. "Hello Marilyn! This is my son Andy, or maybe Andrea I guess. We're here for the fitting? I sent you the measurements by email." "Of course! Come with me please." As we followed her... "Andrea is going to have a stunning figure you know, and while she will have to get used to it like we all did, I'm certain that it will do wonders for her! I have a unit right here that I'm sure will do the trick." Turning to me... "Andrea, would please disrobe for me? Just your skirt, blouse, and bra please?" "Mom?" "Go ahead honey. She has to fit it so that it doesn't become unbearable, only uncomfortable." With that, I undressed as the woman asked me, then I saw what I was being fitted for, and it wasn't a dress! I turned to look at mom, but she spun me around and held me there as Marilyn wrapped it around me, then fastened at least twelve heavy metal hooks on what she called the busk. Turning me around, I felt the laces being pulled, first snug, then tighter. I was able to watch in the mirror as my waist grew smaller and my chest seemed to grow two small yet clearly visible breasts! When she was done, she pushed a small pad under each breast, making it look as if I had breasts of my own! That, combined with my narrow waist and what looked like wider hips, The corset gave me a very feminine shape, one that I didn't think possible! The corset was tighter than snug, but not that unbearable, so I just stood there as Marilyn took some more measurements. When she was done and I heard her say it, that's when I almost passed out. "24, which is quite nice, but at her age I think that 20, maybe 21 would be much better, especially since she doesn't have the natural curves most girls her age have. Lets have her wear that every day for a month, then I want you to come back and we'll see about taking it down another inch or so. Between now and then however, I have this. It's very comfortable, and will round out her shape so she is more proportionate." She handed me the flesh colored pantybrief, and turned to look at mom again. "That will be fine Marilyn. We'll be back in a month then. Go ahead and get dressed Andrea." Since I didn't need the bra and rolled up socks, I stuffed them into the empty purse, and with great struggle, managed to get dressed. Just bending over was difficult, and it made my ribs ache, but I had to admit that once I had the almost tight pantybrief on, there was no sign of my manhood, and I had well rounded hips and bottom! Once I was dressed, even I could see that I had a great shape, for a girl that is! Mom drove us home, and on the way I asked her why she didn't tell me I had to wear a corset! I could understand the pantybrief, but a corset? Grinning at me, she said that I might have backed out if she had said anything, but reminded me that I had agreed to it, and expected me to live up to my commitment. Then, almost as an after thought, she mentioned that since I would have to wear the corset every day, just to get used to it, I might want to consider dressing as a girl every day! I said no way of course, and the minute we got home I went to my room to change clothes. Unfortunately, my jeans didn't fit in the waist any more, and was very tight around the bottom. After a short struggle to get them on, I cinched up the belt and looked in the mirror. I looked like a girl in boys clothes! I mean, I had boobs, a narrow waist, and what looked like a plump round butt! I couldn't go to school looking like that, so I went to find mom. When I told her how my clothes fit, she tsked a few times, and told me that she would get me some jeans that fit better, but reminded me that if I wore a skirt, my shape wouldn't be a problem. Rather than change, I went to my room and shut the door, angry at her response. On Monday I had to go back to school, and I sure as hell wasn't going to go either in a skirt, or looking like I had a better shape than Janice Colby, the recognized hot stuff at school. "How did it go hon?" "He didn't have a clue until Marilyn pulled out that corset, then his eyes bugged out, but he let her fit him, and now he has a wonderful 24 inch waist and after all that squeezing, small breasts." "I heard him talking to you about the way his clothes fit." "Well, his waist is now three inches smaller and his hips are two inches bigger, so of course his jeans are falling off and tight at the same time, and even with his shirt on, there isn't any doubt that he has breasts. Actually, he has a 35-24-36 figure right now, and really, he doesn't look bad as a girl at all!" "We can't send him to school like that, the other kids will tear him apart!" "No...but let's not tell him until we have to. Let's see what he does first." Neither mom or dad said anything when I showed up at the table looking like a hybrid boy/girl, more girl than boy. I still had on the makeup and my hair was still brushed out. After dinner I went back to my room, undressed, then tried to untie the laces holding that corset in place, but the ends had been tucked in so I couldn't get to them, and wasn't able to release myself from it's grasp. I left the panties on and started the computer to see if all corsets fit like the one I had on, then at pictures from the same era as I was going to be dressed. On one site I saw pictures of girls my age, and all of them had tiny waists, which told me that mom planned that for me as well, cringing at the very idea of it. Already well aware of what a corset felt like, I wasn't ready to endure any more. As I logged off, mom came in and began to untie the laces, or so I thought, but all she did was loosen them, telling me that figure training was going to be a big part of my life, and I might as well get used to it! After she left, I tried to figure out why my parents were doing that to me, but couldn't, and eventually I went to bed. All the next day I still had to wear that corset, once again tight after mom laced it up, and I was really worried that they might make me wear it to school since I only had about two and a half weeks left before summer vacation. But the next morning mom removed it, and for the first time in two days I was able to breath naturally. As I was taking deep breaths, mom reminded me that as soon as I got home I would be wearing it again, and made a point to tell me to come straight home. It went like that for three days, then, one day after school I simply gave up on the idea of trying to look like a guy, and put the skirt and blouse on again. It was easier, and having boobs, well, I looked at least a bit more normal. Once again my parents didn't say a word about how I looked or dressed. It was like they didn't care. The very next day, during my Social Studies class, we got to talking about different lifestyles, which for most of us wasn't a big deal. We all knew about the Gay students, who were generally left alone. Then, after the Nazi's and others, we got onto the subject of men dressing as women. I wanted to slink away so that I didn't say or do something stupid, but had to sit there as everyone voiced their opinion. The loudest was Bill Ermantopz. He was convinced that there wasn't any guy anywhere that could dress as a girl and fool him, telling everyone that he could pick one out of the crowd in a hot minute. That drew some harsh rebukes from the girls, since they already knew that girls come in all sizes and shapes, and depending on how a girl dressed, she could be plain as day or a real beauty. The teacher, listening in on all the discussion, finally stepped in and told Bill he was full of it, then he issued a challenge to everyone there. If a boy was willing and could, or would, show up for the last day of school as a believable girl, he would give that student an A for the entire year. Bill, positive that he could always tell, stood up and issued a challenge of his own. Without thinking of course, he said that if he could not pick out any boy that was dressed as a girl within the first half hour before school, he would sign over his car! Well, most of us didn't have a car of our own, and Bill had a sweet one. All of the guys looked at each other, not wanting to voice what was running through their minds. Who among us would dare to come to school dressed as a girl? Who among us was willing to take the almost certain harassment for the four full hours of the last day? "As you," the teacher said, "wish Mr. Ermantopz. You have issued a challenge that any boy in this class may accept, so I'll remind you that failure to hand over your car, if you lose, will result in an almost certain law suit. Your challenge was made in front of the entire class, so I doubt that you'll be able to find a way to back out. If you would care to rethink this, now is the time." "No chance! I know what a girl looks like, and there isn't a guy here that can fool me!" "As you wish, your challenge has been noted. However, I feel duty bound to remind you that if you lose, I expect you to sign over the car in front of everyone. Is that clear?" "As a bell sir." "Fine," he said softly, "however, you only have the first half hour before school to pinpoint the boy dressed as a girl, and that student will not come to class, but wait in the Principals office for a full two minutes after the bell before coming to class. You will write down the name of the student on a piece of paper and hand it to me the moment you walk in this classroom. After that bell rings, your time is up." As I walked out I heard several of the girls talking about who they thought could do it, my name one of them! I said nothing as I slipped through the hall to my next class, silently glad that nobody focused on me to try dressing as a girl while at school. After school mom once again laced me into my corset, leaving me to finish dressing. I already knew that my jeans didn't fit, so I had taken to wearing a skirt at night since it was easier. But thinking about what our teacher had offered, I decided to see what I looked like once again. I was an average student, getting B's and C's, which were passing, but an A would raise my average enough to put me on the bottom of the Honor Roll. Opening my closet to take out my one skirt, I was surprised to see several other hanging there as well as a rather plain dress and three new blouses! I grabbed the plaid one and a white blouse, threw them on the bed and opened my dresser to get the panties, but saw a whole pile of them! I grabbed the ones on top, then I went into mom's room to use her vanity. I had tried my hand at makeup once before, so I knew what to do, I just wasn't as good at it as mom was, but I tried. I used foundation and powder, eye shadow and eyeliner, blusher and mascara, then I brushed my hair back and put it in a ponytail. It was short, but adequate, and also the only hair style I could do on my own. In my room I pulled on the pantybrief, then pantyhose before I stepped into the skirt. It was shorter than the other one, but I wasn't planning on going anywhere, so I left it on. The blouse fit better than the first one I had, and as I tucked it in I yanked it down tight, which merely enhanced my bustline. I stepped into the shoes, added lipstick and clip on earrings, then opened the door. I thought that I looked okay, not like most of the girls I knew, but better than that first time, and as I walked down the stairs and my skirt hit my thighs, I had the strangest thought. That if mom helped me, I might be able to have my own car. But I didn't give it another thought as I walked into the familyroom to see if mom had anything to say about how I was dressed. Like I said, it was a costume, so I wasn't worried, because it wasn't as if I liked to dress as a girl. But if I was going to do it, I wanted to look as normal as possible. Mom looked up when she heard me walk in, smiling when she saw me. "You got completely dressed! Is there a reason for this?" "Well, maybe. No. I mean, I just thought...." "What is it honey? Tell me why you got all dressed up today. You usually just wear a skirt. Is there something else I should know about?" In my excitement, there wasn't any way I couldn't tell her about what the teacher said, or Bill's side bet, so I told her, and explained that an A would put me on the Honor Roll. Then I told her that I didn't plan on being ridiculed by showing up dressed as a girl, that much I was sure of. Taking me by the hand she and I stood in front of the hall mirror, and I was able to see the whole of myself. "You know, if we do something with your hair, and touch up your makeup a bit, can you honestly tell me that you don't look just like a girl? Making the Honor Roll would also help you when you apply for college, so you might want to think about this a bit more, but we will not make you go to school this way, that would have to be your decision. We only wanted you to experience what it's like to wear those heavy dresses. However, if you decide to try it, I'll need to know at least two days in advance, so you and I can make you as pretty as possible. Okay?" "I'm not considering it mother." "Yes I know that, but if you change your mind, be sure to tell me." Mom went back to her reading, leaving me standing there looking at myself. "Nice legs," I thought to myself, and immediately felt ashamed that I thought that. I suppose, if my hair were done better, and my makeup looked better, maybe, but I didn't walk, talk, or act like a girl, and that would give me away in a minute. Bill was going to be looking at every girl that walked into the school very carefully, since if he lost, he would become an instant pedestrian. What that meant was there wasn't very much chance that I could pull it off, unless I asked someone my age to help me, and the only girl my age that lived nearby was Nancy. Three houses down and round the corner, she and I had known each other since we started school and were only friends. She was cute and popular, and I...wasn't, but of all of the girls I knew, she was the only one I would dare ask, if I decided to do it that is. The phone rang, and I heard mom talking. It was dad. When she hung up... "You're father is going to be working late tonight, and he suggested that we meet him for dinner." "Mom! Look at me! You want me to go like this?" "I'll fix your hair and makeup a bit, but why not? You look fine! Besides, you can think of it as trial run, just in case you decide to take that teachers option. Who knows? Maybe you won't have to walk home from school either." I just stood there, unwilling to admit to myself that maybe, just maybe, I could pull it off. "Come with me honey. Let's do something with your hair, then we can go." Mom brushed out my hair and used her curling iron to create a feminine hairdo that I didn't think I had enough hair to create, then she had me wash off the makeup, and we started over. The same foundation and powder, but softer colors of eye shadow with brown eyeliner instead of black, and a brown pencil to finish outlining my eyes. When she was done she spritzed me with her perfume and told me to wear the low black heels, then announced she was ready to go. Handing me a purse, she and I walked outside to the car. She let me drive, and as I backed out of the driveway, I turned my head to look for traffic, then backed out and drove down the street. I calmed down as soon as we were out of our neighborhood, and managed to get us to the restaurant without any trouble. That came when I actually had to get out of the car and walk inside, but mom patiently waited, and when I was upright, she took my hand and we went in to meet dad. Other than my one trip to the "Fitters," it was my first time out in public, so of course, I was nervous about it. The waiter didn't even look at me once let alone twice, and led us to the table where dad was waiting for us. By the look on his face he didn't expect to see me all dressed up because he knew that I had an aversion to being outside while wearing the corset. It gave me hips and boobs, so I almost had to dress like a girl just to get by. "Hi! I didn't expect...well, it doesn't matter. You look very nice...Andrea. Very nice indeed! I didn't think that your legs would be so...look so...." "Oh stop that! Andrea is a very pretty girl, which we found out this afternoon, didn't we honey?" "Yeah, I guess," I said, "but what if someone..." "Since you are with us, I don't see where there's going to be any trouble," Dad said suddenly, "and in fact, I almost didn't recognize you when you walked in! Only...maybe you should practice how to walk and move your arms a little. You did look a little awkward." "Yeah, well..." "Well nothing," mom jumped in, "Your father is right; if not for any other reason than you'll probably find yourself needing to know anyway, if not for the event in late summer, then certainly on the last day of school!" "School?!" Dad asked somewhat stridently, "You're going to go to school like that!?" Mom calmed him down, and told him everything I had told her, but added that when I came home with Bill's car, I wouldn't be allowed to drive it until they told me I could. Then she told both dad and I that if I was willing, she would see to it that I would look so good that nobody would dare suggest that I wasn't a girl. To cap it all off, she told both of us that being on the Honor Roll for the year would also give me the choice if I decided to work half days as part of Co-Op the following year. I felt myself sighing, sure that I was be going to find myself in school as a girl, for that one day only you understand. In a way, if I did it, going to school as a girl could be fun, but also nasty. With only a half day of school on the last day, and considering the challenge, I probably wouldn't have to face much if any trouble, so yes, it might be fun. Mom and I went home while dad went back to his office. On the way... "Mom?" "Yes dear?" "If I do this, and I'm not saying I will, maybe Nancy could help?" "Ah! Of course! Surround yourself with other girls and walk right past that fellow Bill! Is that it?" "Something like that I guess, but, Nancy is my age mom, and..." "And she might be able to help you in ways that I can't?" Mom didn't sound upset when she went to the phone and made a call. When I heard her say that we would walk down in a few minutes, my heart jumped into my throat, because I knew that I was about to walk all the way to Nancy's house, dressed just like I was! Handing me the lipstick, I touched up, then she and I left the house together. I know for sure that she didn't tell whoever it was she talked to that I was dressed as a girl, so Nancy was going to be in shock when she saw me, and I dearly hoped she wouldn't go crazy on me. Watching mom, I let my arms become limber, and started walking with a slight sway to my hips, which was easier because I stayed in step with her. When we turned the corner I saw Nancy and her mother sitting on the porch. Her mother waved, but Nancy looked perplexed for a moment before it hit her. As we reached the first step... "Holy Cow! Andy! Is that you?" "Nancy, this is Andrea." "Damn!" "Is this about that silly bet that was made at the school? Where Bill said he could pick out a boy dressed as a girl anywhere, any time?" "Yeah," I told her, "I guess. He does have a sweet car you know, and I'd like to have it." "If his father will let him sign it away you mean." We sat on the porch and told Nancy and her mother everything, including how this all began, right up to that moment. Nancy kept looking at me strangely, then asked me to join her inside. "How can I help? I mean, you look fantastic right now!" Then it hit me. The way to win. "You know that blue dress you wear once in a while? The one that's kind of low cut? Can I borrow it?" "Well, yeah, I guess, but I only wear that when I want to show off my...my....boobs....You've got boobs?" "Sort of, but...." "Lets go see if it fits you then!" Nancy led the way to her bedroom, then went in her closet and found the dress, handing it to me. "Go ahead! Try it on! Lets see how it fits you." I unbuttoned the blouse and let it fall, which is when she saw the corset and what it had done for my boobs, then I let the skirt fall. Since the pantybrief looked like a pair of panties, it also looked like I had naturally rounded hips. Hearing her draw in a deep breath, I slipped the dress over my head and she zipped it up. It was snug but not overly tight, shorter on me than her, and my breasts were on display, just like Nancy's always were when she wore it. After she got done gasping at the way I looked, I stood in front of her mirror and tried not to gloat. It wasn't like I wanted to be a girl, but as long as I could look like one, looking hot wasn't so bad. Tossing my skirt and blouse in a bag, she took my hand and we went out to show our mothers the dress I had on. "What do you think mom? Will this confuse him or what?!" "Him! Don't worry about him! Andrea! This confuses me!" "How often can we expect to see Andrea? I mean, if you two are going to be exchanging clothes..." Nancy's mom sounded concerned but not mean." "Andrea arrives every day after school and stays until the next morning when she has to go to school." "I see! Well, in the future, if you girls are going to exchange clothing, let me know first, and leave the bedroom door open. That's a new rule Nancy." "And I agree," my mom added quickly. "There's no reason not to trust you two together, but lets not tempt fate, shall we?" "Great! I'll be over after school tomorrow Andrea, and we can see what else fits!" I kept the dress on and went home with mom. On the way, just about all she could talk about was my figure and bustline, telling me that in her opinion it wouldn't take much to make me, in her words, a stunner. I still had my doubts, but they were fading fast, and with the image of me in that dress still fresh in my mind, I knew why. Mom helped me get the dress off and I changed into my pajamas after she loosened the laces. As mom and I sat watching television, I wondered if I were starting to like the way I looked as a girl. I mean, I had the shape, and certainly the boobs for it, and according to Nancy, her mother and my mom, I looked okay. Then, as always, I thought back to the reason this all started. I went to bed that night thinking about what was happening to me, raising some very basic questions. Did I like dressing as a girl? Was I beginning to like wearing a skirt more than my normal clothes? Did I want to be a girl? I didn't like the corset of course, but I didn't mind wearing a skirt, and when I was all fixed up, I liked the way I looked. But I just couldn't see myself as a girl all of the time. I was stuck in a circle with no answers, only more questions. The next day school was uneventful, until Bill announced that his father was demanding one small thing to be added to the challenge. "He said it was a foolish bet, but told me that if I lost I would have to sign over the car, if the person could prove that they are a guy. He said someone might stick in a ringer." The teacher laughed at that, and asked the class, who all agreed to that one stipulation. The days went by quickly, especially when Nancy was at my house or I was at her house. Our last day of school was going to be on a Monday, which didn't make any sense to anyone, but it did give me the entire weekend to get ready for my one and only debut. Nancy had been teaching me how to walk, sit, talk and so on for that entire week, and I thought I was as ready as I ever would be, but mom had other ideas. On Saturday morning mom told me to get dressed, I had another appointment, so once I had a skirt and blouse on, we left with her driving. "You're going to get the works, which means that you'll look better than you ever have!" "The works?" "Hair, nails, makeup, waxing, you know, the works!" "A beauty shop? You're taking me to a beauty shop?" "They can do more for you than anyone, and since we both know that you want that car, why not?" Why not indeed! If the beauty shop did everything mom said they would do, I would surely look better, but I also knew what waxing meant. Eyebrows. I didn't want to have those thin, highly arched eyebrows a lot of girls have, and made sure that mom clearly understood that. She told me that thinning them was probably going to happen, but she would make sure that they didn't go crazy on me, which was about all she would say. Having my hair styled would be okay, and having my nails done only meant that I would have to remove the polish once I had the car, so I said nothing more, confident that I could handle anything. I knew how I looked as a girl, and while I would never be what I thought anyone would call a beauty, anything that would help me go home with that car was okay with me. My parents had started this as an object lesson, but through happenstance it had become much more than that. It seemed to me that as soon as I got all dressed up in that new skirt and blouse, then did my own makeup, my being dressed as a girl began to take on a life of its own. In some ways I was angry that the male Gods had made it possible for me to do it, yet on the other hand I was pleased at the way I looked. I knew, and Nancy confirmed it, that if I did anything less than actually becoming a girl, at least in my mind, for that one day, it would not work; that's why I had worked so hard at learning all of the mannerisms that she could teach me in such a short time. I had even figured out how to talk in a slightly higher voice that both of my parents said was very believable. I was shown to a chair where I had to wait for someone. That someone was a lady named Betty, an older woman about 40 or so. "Andrea?" "That's me," I said in my best girl voice. "We have a lot to do, so lets begin with the waxing. It will take the longest. Come with me please." Turning to mom..."We'll be the best part of three hours, so if you would like to come back?" "Andrea has asked me to tell you not to go crazy with her eyebrows Betty. Just a bit of thinning?" "The customer is always right! Of course we'll do what she wants. Will you follow me please?" She took me into a small room that smelled like flowers. Looking around I saw the table with the small pots of waxes simmering. I was okay until she told me to remove my skirt, pantyhose and blouse. "I'm going to do your arms and legs honey, and wearing pantyhose makes that difficult, doesn't it?" With a sigh, I did what she asked, then sat in the chair. She leaned me back, and started on my legs. If you have never had candle wax drip on your hand, it was sort of like that, except the wax wasn't as hot. Beginning at my ankle, she ladled on the wax in a small strip and let it cool. Then she yanked it off. The ripping sound I heard was the hair on my leg being removed by force. The tearing sound was my hands gripping the arms of the chair as I pulled back when she ripped the hairs out. One strip at a time, she did both legs all the way to my groin, then started in on my arms, which had a lot more hair on them. Finger tips to shoulders, every hair was removed. Standing me up, she also did a few spots on my back before I was once again laying on my back in the reclining chair. "Now, this might hurt a little. As a girl, you should know that removing all traces of that mustache is a must, so lets begin there." I thought I knew what pain was before, but when she used that wax under my nose, well, lets say I had a lot better understanding of what women go through to look pretty. My eyebrows were thinned as well, then she rubbed a lotion all over me before she told me to get dressed and see her in the main room. Feeling my legs I realized that the short stubble I had always had to shave off was gone. My legs and arms were smooth to the touch, no sense of hair anywhere. Once I was dressed, I went into the main room and sat in the chair Betty pointed at. Once my hair was washed, she began to trim my hair, then started to put in some rollers. She didn't use very many, but they were in several sizes, and they were all plastic. When she used a small bottle to squirt some stuff on my hair, I finally asked her why. "Your mother and I thought that adding a few highlights would help. It won't last long, maybe a month or so, but between now and then you'll look spectacular, especially driving your first car home!" "Mom told you?" "Of course! How else could I help you?" "Geesh!" "Don't worry, I'm the only one that knows, and by the time you leave here today, nobody else will either!" She had already started, so I sat there and watched as she turned my once mouse brown hair to a deeper brown with auburn highlights. When she was done I had a wavy hairdo that screamed girl! Still in the same chair, she washed my face, then used some sort of cleanser before she rolled up her makeup kit and started in on my face. As I watched in the mirror she turned my almost manly face into that of a young girls. I looked fresh faced as they say, with muted eye shadow and brown eyeliner, peach blusher and soft red lipstick. The change was nothing short of amazing, and nobody would ever think that I wasn't a girl! My nails were filed so they were less blunt, but the manicurist said there wasn't much she could do, and suggested that I let her add some short extensions. By that point I was caught up in the whole process of becoming pretty, and didn't give it any thought when I said to go ahead. Within the hour I had ten perfectly shaped nails that were rounded, a bit longer than my own, and painted the same color as my lipstick. Just seeing myself when they were done caused no conflict in how I felt. I was actually pretty, at least in my mind, and was proud of the way I looked. I had become a pretty girl, and I loved it. I loved everything about it. "Andrea?" Turning I saw my mother standing there. "God! Your beautiful! And your hair! It's perfect!" I grinned, then mom paid the bill and we left the shop. "I know what you and Nancy are planning; you're going to wear that low cut dress of hers so you can show off your boobs, and that's okay, but I think that we should try and find you a dress of your own. There's no reason for you to have to borrow clothes you know." At that point, feeling as I did, I did not complain, and once we were in the mall, she and I started looking around for just the right outfit. I had always assumed that a short, low cut dress that was only worn by girls that were, in a word, "easy," would be best. Then I found myself scavenging through the racks looking for a dress just like that, but I knew that I wasn't "easy," let alone a girl. We found it after we looked in four stores. It was a tan color with white piping, with shoulder straps about an inch wide. Mom said it was a very simple dress, but once I tried it on and saw the way it fit, well, I knew it was perfect. The hemline was well above my knees, and more than a few girls wore their dresses like that, and it fit me perfectly, accenting all of my curves just right. Best of all, the square neckline was cut so that enough of my breasts could be seen that nobody would dare suggest that I was a boy. I started to change, but mom said no. She wanted me to wear it so that we could "complete my ensemble," as she put it. From there we bought some low heeled white shoes, white button earrings and a choker set, plus a white purse. Mom also bought me a wallet. Then we went home. When I walked in the house I was wearing everything we had bought, so when dad saw me he got the whole package at one time, and the results were worth every bit of pain I had endured. He jumped out of his chair like he had been poked. "Andrea! You look...what I mean is...wow!" "I've always said that she was pretty, now maybe you'll believe me?" "I'm going to walk over to Nancy's," I told them as I opened the door. I had it all. The walk, the hair, the look. My hips were swaying, my arms limp, and I was smiling as I walked right past our neighbor, waving when she did. Nancy's mom opened the door, saw me, and almost fainted I think. "Wait here Andrea, I'll get Nancy." When Nancy walked out I pirouetted, then asked her, "Will this do?" "Wow! That's all I can say Andrea, you look...fantastic! I really didn't think it was possible, but if Bill can pick you out of the crowd he's better than anyone I know! Wait a minute! Let me make a few calls, and we'll go visiting!" She drove, taking me to her friend Mary's house. At first, Mary did not believe that I was who I said I was, but when Nancy confirmed it she took a closer look, and decided we were not lying. Nancy told her that I needed her help, and asked her to spread the word, telling all of her friends to wear something that was short, low cut, or both, with low heels, and she agreed. She, like everyone in the school, knew about Bill's daring bet, and since she didn't like him, she was eager to see him take it on the chin so to speak. Then the three of us drove over to see Janice and ask her to do the same as Mary. When we got there, Janice had two of her friends over, Caitlin and Freda. Now, Freda is a big girl; not fat, just big. Tall, almost six foot, with boobs that had to be at least four times as big as mine, but she had a nice shape, for a big girl. When she set her eyes on me, I saw her frown. "Something wrong Freda?" The last thing I need was an angry female telling anyone what I was doing. "Nah...it's just that you're a guy, and look at you! You're gorgeous! I'm a girl, and look at me!" "So?" I said softly, "You all know why I'm doing this, Ermantopz has an oversized ego that he carries around in that pumpkin head of his; I intend to drive his car home after school Freda, that's all. I am not competing with you, I can't! You're a girl and I'm not! What you're looking at is foam rubber, hairspray and lipstick, not a girl!" I took her hand in mine, then hugged her. Freda had always been a big girl with a big heart, and everyone liked her, only she had crappy self esteem. "I know what we'll do," Nancy said, "we'll have a fix up party!" All of the girls immediately agreed, but since I had only an inkling of what a fix up party was, I asked. Almost as one they told me that they were going to fix each other up so that when they stepped into the school every head would turn. Then they all looked at Freda. "Girl," Janice said, "you are going to be so hot the marble floors are going to melt!" Nancy and I went back to her house, and I walked home. Since I had to sleep on my hair at least two nights before I went to school, and I certainly lacked the skills to do makeup like Betty, I wondered how I was going to manage. Asking mom, all she said was that I would look just as nice when I left for school. Nancy had told me that I probably shouldn't be at the fix up party, which was fine with me, so I did not see her at all for the rest of the day, nor the next. On the last day of school, mom got me up very early, told me to clean up, then, still in my pajama's, Betty appeared! After I was wearing everything but the dress, shoes and jewelry, she did my hair and makeup, then helped me get dressed. As we discussed, Nancy picked me up and drove us to school together. "Just act like a girl, remember what we talked about, and you'll be fine. Bill doesn't know everyone, but you can bet he has his friends watching as well, so stay with the rest of us, and don't forget to giggle!" In the parking lot we met up with Mary, Janice, Caitlin, and Freda, who looked better than I had ever seen her, and she was grinning widely. As a group we walked inside together, right past Bill and his minions. Every eye, just like we planned it, was firmly fixed on our boobs and long legs, not on our faces. As we passed them, we all giggled, then, again as a group, we meandered into the office. When everyone left, I stayed behind with a very perplexed Principal. "Just who are you?! I know that you are a boy, but who!?" "Andy," I told her with a grin, "but today, please call me Andrea." The bell rang, and with one last look at the Principal, I walked out of the office and down the barren hallway, my heels clicking on the hard marble floor. Standing in front of the classroom door, I took a deep breath, grabbed the handle, and walked inside. After he regained his composure, the teacher said, "Please stand up here with me please." He opened the paper Bill had given him, read the name, and looked up. "You are wrong Mr. Ermantopz. It is not the person named here." Please, tell us your name." "I'm Andy, but for today, you can call me Andrea." Then I walked over and sat in my normal seat. Every eye, especially the guys, was on me. They clearly didn't believe that a guy could become a girl that looked like me, but I had done it, and they were all shaken by it. The girls that weren't in on it looked at me strangely, as if I had somehow corrupted their own femininity. Bill knew perfectly well who I was, but he demanded, as was his right, that I prove that I was a male, so he, the teacher and I went in the restroom where I lifted my dress and pulled down my panties and pantybrief, proving that I was a boy. One side effect of the way I looked was that Bill couldn't hide what was growing in his pants. I straightened out my clothes and went back to class where he very reluctantly signed the paper giving me complete ownership of his car. He tossed the keys on the table and walked out of the room, angry. As I went from class to class, word of my change started to become legend, and more than one guy asked me out. Laughing, Nancy and I rounded up the rest of the girls, calling them, and me too, the "Spice Rack". I drove each of them home, then Nancy and I went to my house. We were on the back patio laughing about what had happened, when... "Andrea is staying around, I mean, you can't just quit now can you?" Knowing that I was due to have the corset tightened again, which was going to make it tough to dress as a boy any time soon, I told her that I was staying. She already knew why. She went home a bit later, promising me that she would be over later. I had just changed into a skirt and blouse when Freda showed up! I could see that she had something on her mind, so I asked. "You fooled everyone this morning Andrea, but you don't fool me at all." "What do you mean by that?!" "What I mean is, you like being a girl." "Oh no! I just did it to get the car!" "Then why did you spend so much time learning how to walk, talk, act and sound like a girl? You could have just walked in and kept your mouth shut, but you didn't. You went all out. In fact, you still sound like a girl right now, and the teeny skirt you have on tells me a lot more than that! If this was just to get the car you would be wearing jeans and a shirt, not a short skirt and a tight blouse!" "I just didn't feel like..." "Being a boy again? I can believe that Andrea. If I looked like you I would be flaunting it the same way!" "Freda, do you have any idea how many guys like you? Or how many want to ask you out but are afraid to?" "Me? On a date? That's a laugh! I've never been on a date!" "Listen Freda, can you excuse me for a moment?" She nodded, and I went to the phone and called Mary. "This is Andrea, Listen, is your brother still hot about Freda? He is? Great! Can you drag him over to my house? Freda is here, and I think she could really use some attention from a guy." Great! See you in fifteen?" When Mary and her brother Ken showed up, we put those two together, then Mary and I left them alone. Mary and I sat in the familyroom with mom, waiting and hoping that Freda and Ken would finally connect. In the mean time... "What about you Andrea? Any guys call you yet?" "Guys called me a lot of things this morning, but other than that, why would they call me? I'm not a girl, I only play one at school, remember?" "I don't believe that, but if you say so." "Why would you say such a thing to her Mary?" Mom sounded hurt, but... "Why? Think about it for a minute! You just called Andrea "her," for one thing! And just look at her! She is a pretty girl, we all agree on that I think, and I know for sure that some of the guys said they were going to call, even after they knew who she really was! I don't understand that, but they said it, and one in particular, Jeff, said that he didn't care; he said she was a knockout, and wanted to take her to dinner or something!" A bit later Freda and Ken walked out, hand in hand, both smiling. Freda gave me hug, then the three of them left. The next day was my date with the fitter, and expecting my corset to be changed to a smaller one, I was ready to break in another one, but that didn't happen. Instead, the fitter removed a panel on each side and laced me in again. I was down to a svelte 22 inches, and it didn't hurt. Plus, I had an even better figure. From there we went to get me fitted for my "frocks". I ended up with a brown tweed skirt and matching jacket with an lacy antique white blouse. Under that were the bloomers, white lace trimmed satin, three petticoats, and the shoes which were button type of course, with a heel about three inches. The ball gown was strikingly different. It was a soft yellow chiffon over a yellow satin under dress, off the shoulder with puckered caps that had small yellow satin bows sewn on. It was exactly fitted on me, so the bodice looked to be almost skin tight. Under the dress I had to wear those same three petticoats, sheer hose, and yellow shoes dyed to match the dress. When I had first seen the pictures of the dresses I had no clue how they would look on me, yet when I had the gown on, I felt more feminine than ever before. It was more than just tolerating the corset or wearing a dress, I had come to like being a girl. I liked the taste of lipstick, the smell of my perfume and the tightness of the corset. I liked the way guys looked at me and the way that made me feel. Having breasts that I could show off and legs that everyone said were great was also nice, but it was more than that. I didn't want to go back to being a guy, and wouldn't do that if I could avoid it. As mom and I looked at my reflection in the mirror, that yellow gown said it all, and while I couldn't bring myself to say anything, I'm sure that my mother had figured it out. Every day after that I wore a skirt, even after mom bought me some girls jeans to wear. Somehow I couldn't bring myself to wear them, afraid that I would lose my femininity. Then it happened. A week after school let out, Jeff called and asked if he could come over. It took me almost an hour to gather up the nerve to tell mom that a guy was coming over to see me. I was afraid of what she might say of course. Her reaction threw me for a loop. "That's fine, but I want to meet him before you go anywhere. In fact, if he suggests it, I want you to take your own car. That way you can always come home." I knew Jeff only slightly, since he was a jock, and I rarely hung around with any of them. When he arrived, he seemed taller than I remembered, and I certainly didn't recall any time that he smiled at me like that. But, I introduced him to mom like she asked. When he suggested that we go somewhere, I countered that maybe, for the first time, we stay at my house, and grabbed some sodas and we went out on the patio. I had no experience with guys looking at me like he was, and wasn't sure what made him call me. I mean, he knew that I wasn't a girl, so why was he there? He and I sat across the table, just talking, mostly about the way Bill reacted when he learned who won his car. Jeff had a soft laugh that he used often, and I sort of relaxed, but the same question kept nagging at me until I finally asked him, straight out, "why did you call me"? He didn't answer right away, and looked at his shoes for a moment, then he looked up at me. "You want the reason I told everyone else, or do you want the truth?" "Truth," I said. "I'm a jock, and that means I have an image of sorts to protect, but dammit, you're...what I mean is, I liked you before, but after I saw you in that light brown dress, well...I had to see you again. You're not mad at me are you? I mean, I know and all that, but..." "I understand Jeff, I do. Would it help any if I told you that the guy you knew wasn't coming back? What if I told you that I'm staying?" "Like you are now?" "Better I hope." He smiled at me, and looked as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders, then..."But everyone will know. What I mean is, that you're not a...you'd still be a..." "Believe me Jeff, I'm a girl, regardless of what I look like naked, which nobody will ever see by the way, so who cares? If we get along, then why can't we be better friends?" "The team. They might not understand, that's why." "Oh? Do you care what they think? Are they going to run your life forever? How do you think that makes me feel?! If you're so concerned about that, then why are you here?" "This is why," he said as he stood up. Walking around the table he took my hands in his and lifted me to my feet, then wrapped those huge arms around me, and planted on right on the lips! He held on, and while I didn't fight back, I wondered why I was feeling that rush. His tongue probed my lips, and I opened my mouth without thinking. When we broke, he grinned at me. "That's why. I guess I don't care what other people say Andrea, I just had to say it out loud to believe it. You turn me on Andrea. Just looking at you gives me the shivers, and that's why I'm here." Still wrapped in his arms, I did a very impulsive thing. I put my arms around his neck, and kissed him back. That's how we were when I heard the "ahem". It wasn't my mother, it was my dad! Jeff and I properly blushed, then Jeff started to leave, telling me that he would call the next day. That left dad and I staring at one another. He didn't say a word as he went back in the house, but I knew that he was either angry or disappointed or both, and there wasn't anything I could do about it. I already knew that I couldn't give up being a girl, and with Jeff finding me attractive enough to kiss me, it was like the icing on the cake. As we sat at the dinner table, I expected to get ripped by dad, but all he said was that he wanted to meet Jeff, when he wasn't running away! That night in the privacy of my bedroom, mom and I had a long talk. I told her that I couldn't go back to being her son, and why. I told her that I had come to like being a girl, that I had more friends than ever before, telling her that the girls had accepted me as one of them. Then I told her what Jeff had told me, and what I felt like when he kissed me. She listened without interruption, then patted my knee. "We already thought that was the case honey. You'll have to believe me when I say that this was not what we expected when we started all this. Our only goal was for you to see what it was like to wear one of those heavy dresses. But it got out of hand rather quickly, especially when I realized that by making you wear that corset you would have breasts. That we did not plan on, but once we were aware of it, we decided to see how long you would go before you demanded that the corset be taken off, but you never asked us, did you? Instead, you wore that same skirt after school, day after day, all without complaint. I only bought it so that you would feel what it was like, not to make you wear it, but that's what you did, then I bought those other clothes for you only to see what you would do. If you ignored them I could have taken them back, but no. You not only wore those as well, you started to do your own hair and makeup! That first time? When you showed up in the short skirt and full makeup? I was pretty sure that you liked dressing as a girl, but you were afraid to tell me. Then came that silly bet, and I saw a way to find out for sure; I made that appointment at the salon for you with the intent to see how far you would let Betty go. You could have said no at any time and she would have stopped, but you didn't say a word, and let them turn you into a beautiful girl, didn't you? Andrea, you have to understand that while we have no idea why you like being a girl, we also know that in a sense, we started this. It's as much our fault as yours." Mom sat upright, then..."If we agree to it, and you want to keep on dressing as a girl, then I suppose we can find a way to manage, but, and this is very important for all of us, you'll have to tell your father. Catching you kissing that boy shook him to the core honey. He doesn't quite get it yet, so you'll have to tell him. Then, if he agrees, you and I will talk about girl things. Things that you'll have to know about men, okay?" "Do I have to tell him now? What about tomorrow when he gets home from work?" "That'll be fine, but you have to tell him the truth." "I will mom." I spent hours the next day getting ready, from a shower to a long hot bubblebath, then shaving as close as possible before I carefully picked out what I was going to wear. The tan dress would be to obvious, so I selected that same plaid skirt I wore the first time I got all fixed up, but with a thin white top rather than a blouse. I was extra careful doing my makeup, which I was getting good at, then, once I had my hair brushed and curled, I got dressed. I was in the familyroom when dad got home. Standing up, I walked over to him. "Dad, we need to talk." "Yes, I think we do. In the office." Once inside, I didn't wait. I simply told him. "Dad, I don't want to be a boy again. I like being a girl, and I want to be a girl, all of the time." "Not going to happen Andy. We started this to teach you a lesson, not to have you turn yourself into a girl! I could understand why you wore skirts in the evenings, it was probably, like you told us, easier on you, so I went along with it. Then you decided to of all things, go to school as a girl, and your mother bought into it and took you to her beauty shop! When I saw you with that reddish hair, fancy nails and that makeup I didn't know what to think! My son, the boy I raised to be a man, had willingly let himself be turned into a girl! I'll admit that you look very nice, but on top of everything else, you now have a young man not only calling on you, but you let him kiss you! What the hell is that all about!? I thought that you would spend your time lettering in school, not trolling dress shops for that next cute little dress, or being a...a...sex object!" I listened to him, waiting until he was done, then..."Letter? Me? You can't be serious! You know perfectly well that the only team that I was accepted on, and I tried out for all of them, was the Aerobics team! If I had accepted their offer, I would have had to wear a leotard dad, just like all of the rest of the team, which is all girls! You yourself told me no, so don't try and lay that lettering thing on me. I tried and you know it! You also know that not once, before this all started, have I ever worn anything remotely feminine, yet you and mom insisted on it, making me wear a corset that not only gave me a feminine shape, it also gave me boobs! Just how was I supposed to go anywhere unless I was dressed as a girl? Did you ever once think about how hard that was for me? Ooooh noooo, you let me hang out there trying to find a way to get by! Well I did, and I found out that I like it! I have more friends than I ever did, I now have my own car, and yes, Jeff likes me...as a girl, not a sex object by the way. I haven't ever been on a date have I? You know I've asked a few girls out, but what happened? I got shot down every time. Now, here comes Jeffrey, and he wants to take me to the show or something! What am I supposed to think dad? I didn't ask to like being a girl, it just happened, and you know it!" "I don't like that your kissing a boy; that's...unnatural!" "Not if I'm a girl!" "You're not a girl! You're our son!" "Dad, take a good look at me. Do I look like your son? I have become a girl in almost every way, and I just cannot give up now! I want to keep on being a girl, and I won't change back! I don't want to be the shrimp that everyone ignores dad. I'll never be a jock, I tried that, so lets not go there. But now, I guess I could join the Aerobics team and fit right in, because now I'm a girl! Who knows, maybe I could letter in that!" "You are not a girl dammit!" "I'm not? I have boobs just as big as Nancy's, a smaller waist than she does, and I'm just as pretty as she is! So why am I not a girl? Because you say so? I haven't wore any pants at all, except for school, for almost three weeks now, and you know what? I don't miss pants at all!" Pausing, then..."I'm not going to go back to being a boy dad, I can't." "You can if I say so, and don't take that tone with me." "I can't do it dad, I just can't!" We reached a stand off, him insisting that I give up being a girl while I insisted that I wouldn't. He had no clue what was going on in my mind, and I couldn't tell him because I wasn't sure myself, so we both glared back at the other, firm in our convictions. I thought about blowing him a kiss and walking out, but all that would get me was a whack along side the head and certain trip to the barbershop, so I sat there as primly as I could, holding my anger at bay. My dad didn't, or couldn't, grasp the idea that this all lay at his own feet. If he had not put me into that corset, I wouldn't be sitting there all dolled up. What happened after that was almost out of anyone's control, fed by my growing acceptance of myself as a girl, and my parents willingness to pay for the items I needed, all without a single word of caution or concern on their part, or any denial on mine. "Your mother spent a lot of money for those dresses for the big event, so I suppose you'll have to wear them, and since it's only a few months away, I'm going to let you keep dressing as a girl until then, but when you return to school in the fall, you're going as Andy, not Andrea. Is that clear?" I said "Thanks dad!," then ran around the desk and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a lipstick mark. I went in the kitchen and found mom at the table. I didn't say a word, only grabbing a soda before I went outside. I had to get away from my parents before somebody said something they would regret, probably me. I walked over to Nancy's house, and after we were alone, I vented on her. She listened but couldn't offer any advice, and I went home after an hour or so. Mom was sitting on the front porch when I walked up. "Come sit next to me honey, we'll talk." I sat down, then..."Your father is very upset, at both of us. He thinks I encouraged you to like being a girl, just because we never had a daughter, but that's foolishness and he knows it. I do think that by fighting with your father, laying down ultimatums, that will only ruin any chance you'll ever have to get your way about this." "I didn't start it mom, you and dad did, remember?" "That's true, we did do that. We didn't think that it would lead to this, never in a million years. But for some reason you found out that you like being a girl. Why I'll never understand, but you do, don't you?" I started to answer, but she went on anyway. "Your father thinks this all happened the day I took you to the salon and let you get the works, but we both know that you knew before then, don't we?" "Yeah, I guess, why?" "Because, that means that if you want to keep dressing as a girl, then we have to convince him that it's the right way to go, only we have to let him come to that conclusion on his own, then make him tell you that it's okay." "Huh?" "Women almost always have to find ways to get men to do things they don't want to do, so we lead them to it and let them drink it up. Then they can think that they thought of it, which doesn't bruise their ego, but in the end, we always get our way!" "Neat! How do we do that to dad?" "Easy! Now pay attention, and do what I tell you, and by this time a week from now, he'll give in." What mom wanted me to do, since dad had given me until after the event to remain a girl, was to become ultra feminine in everything I did, from the way I talked and walked to the way I dressed and did my hair and makeup, including my wearing something that would display my boobs whenever I had the chance. She told me to call him "daddy," and hug him a lot, doting on him as only a daughter would do. I was to forget every masculine thing I ever knew, and be as feminine as possible! Then she told me that it was time that she and I made one small change in the way I looked, telling me that the first thing in the morning she and I were going out, and I wasn't to wear the corset! Dad was in a funk all through dinner, but he didn't say anything about our talk, so I didn't either. The next morning mom took me back to that same corset shop, but I wasn't fitted for another corset, I was fitted for a pair of extremely realistic breast forms that the woman glued to my chest! To keep my waist just as small, she used a very firm waist nipper that was the same color as my skin, and didn't lace up. I had to step into it and pull it up, which meant that getting it off would be just as hard, and nearly impossible to do alone. As mom and I walked out... "Mom? Why are you doing this? I mean, dad said..." "I know what he said honey. Your father just cannot accept that a male, any male, let alone his own son, would even consider giving up his manhood to become a woman! He knows that it's not that uncommon, and he knows that there are men out there that need to be women, and he can accept all that; what he's having trouble with is the fact that it's no longer "over there"! Now it's right in front of him; his own son wants to be a girl, and he's having a very hard time accepting that. He is busy blaming himself for not doing something, yet when I asked him what, he couldn't tell me, because he didn't do anything wrong, and neither did you, it just happened, didn't it? Sooo, we, you and I, we have to let him know that you're a lot more of a girl that he thinks, and the best way