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Chrissy's Journey to Becoming a Woman - Chapter 2 By Scott Wilson As I was approaching my twelfth birthday and puberty, I started to panic. We had talked with Dr. Brown about me starting hormone blockers so I wouldn't start puberty and develop the masculine characteristics associated with it. Her thinking was that I would start them around the age of 12. Unfortunately, she retired and I was referred to a Dr. John Anderson. Dr. Anderson had dealt with several Trans children over the years. His thinking was to wait until the very last moment to start the blockers. He told me that I would take a blood test every month to determine if puberty had started. He tried to reassure me that he has had great success doing this and it was safer too. That was fine until I started the 7th grade. Over the summer some of the boys' voices were starting to change. I told Mom and Dad about this and we met with Dr. Anderson. Again, he reassured me that there wasn't anything to worry about, my blood test show that I hadn't started puberty yet. As the year progressed, more and more boys' voices were changing. I started to get anxious and again was told not to worry. By the end of Christmas break, probably half the boys, in my class, had started puberty. I became very withdrawn thinking if I didn't talk then my voice wouldn't change, the thoughts of a 12-year-old. By the time Spring break came, I was one of the few "boys" whose voice hadn't started to change yet. We usually took some kind of family trip during Spring break. This year though, was one of the very few times that Father couldn't clear his schedule. Not looking at the dates, he offered to do the hair for a charity fashion show. So, Mom, Jennifer, Jimmy and I went up to spend part of the week with our Aunt Joanne, Uncle Mike and our cousins Brad and Jennifer on their farm. When we got there, we couldn't find anyone at home. Then we heard noise coming from the barn. They raised sheep and everyone was in the barn. What we found out later, was that they were docking the lamb's tails and castrating the boy lambs. Brad and Jennifer would herd the lambs into a holding shoot, one at a time. Then Uncle Mike used an Elastrator to place a tiny rubber band around the lamb's tail. He would then use a 2nd Elastrator to place the rubber band around the ram lamb's testicles castrating it. The lambs would bawl for a minute or so then run back to their mothers. I asked Uncle Mike why he did this and if that hurt the lamb. He said that they felt some pain and discomfort for a few minutes but that soon went away. He said that the tails would fall off in a week and their balls would shrivel up and fall off in a couple of weeks. He explained that docking the tails were done for cleanliness and castrating the rams would prevent them from becoming sexually mature. I watched with fascination how he put the little rubber band around the prongs of the Elastrator and how it was able to open them up enough to slide right over the scrotum. That night, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking of those lambs and how desperate I was becoming with my own impending puberty. Around midnight, it became very clear what I needed to do. I got out of bed, put my bathrobe and slippers on and started out of the bedroom. Jennifer asked me where I was going and I said the bathroom and she went back to sleep. I went out to the barn and found the Elastrator and rubber bands. I put the rubber band on like I had seen Uncle Mike do. I opened it up as wide as it would go. I knew it would be big enough to do the job. I raised my nightgown, slid down my panties and without hesitation, placed the rubber band around my scrotum and let go. I had never felt such an intense pain. I panicked and tried to get the rubber band off. But it was so small and tight I couldn't get a hold of it. I went to run into the house when I passed out. The next thing I knew I was waking up in a hospital. Jennifer had woken up again and noticed that I wasn't in bed. She saw the light on in the barn and found me laying on the ground. They took me to the hospital. They were able to get the rubber band off but the band did its job, cutting off the blood flow to my testicles, killing them. They had no choice but to remove them all together. When I got home, Dr. Anderson finally understood how desperate I had become. Though it was unusual to start a person on hormones so young, he referred me to an Endocrinologist. She said that, at first, I would be given small doses of estrogen to mimic a biological girl starting puberty. As time progresses, I would be given higher doses, again to mimic girls my age. Things didn't change overnight but, by the time I was 13 I had developed a full A cup and was developing a very nice figure. My hated penis didn't grow any larger and wasn't much bigger than my little finger. I can now wear a bikini without worrying about having to tuck. While I always knew I was a girl, I never really thought that much about my sexuality. But, after a year on hormones, I was boy crazy and loved to talk with my friends about who we thought was cute. The first boy I ever danced with was our neighbor Roger, at the wedding. He was the same age as Jennifer and was in her class. It seemed like Roger was always around. He was an only child and his parents were more into their careers than into raising him. They asked Mom if he could stay with us after school. Many times, they wouldn't get home until 7 or 8 at night, sometimes he would spend the night and weekends. He literally spent more time with us than his family. He seemed to always be there when I needed help with something or someone was teasing me. I always thought of Roger as a "big brother" to me. He and Jennifer always studied together and many times they would eat lunch together at school. I always assumed that he and Jennifer would start going steady. When I started high school, I found out that boys were curious about me. While I had developed a strong attraction to boys, I assumed that because of my past, and everyone knew, that boys wouldn't be interested in me. Mom had told me that I couldn't start dating until I was 15, but I was allowed to go to the school dances. It was there I found out that boys actually wanted to dance with me. Of course, this boosted my ego. Before I could play sports, I had to get a blood test to make sure that I had normal levels of estrogen and testosterone in my system. I played on the girls' soccer, softball and basketball teams. I wasn't the best athlete but had fun. I didn't spend as much time in the salon as I used to. I did start working as the receptionist during the summer and on Saturdays. Father never paid me anything before. However, now he had to pay me at least minimum wage. All of the stylists also pitched in to where I was making $400 a week. When I first started working there, I saved most of my money. I told everyone that I was saving for a car. With two years to go, I had $5,000 in the bank. Father said that he would match what I saved so I could get a nicer (safer) car. My Freshman year was a breeze. I made several new friends, maintained a B+ average, stayed out of trouble and had many opportunities to dance with boys. I was in the school play of Our Town. I didn't have a major role but, I had lots of fun. Basically, I was too busy to get into trouble, which is just how Mom liked it. The summer of 2005, I turned 15 and I was excited about being able to finally start to date. Father and Mother's, Mothers, are both from Italy. Father still has an Uncle, Aunt and cousins that live just outside Rome. He has kept in contact with that side of the family over the years. One cousin Roberto, was also a hairstylist in Rome. Over the years they met at various conferences, training sessions, etc. He is married with 3 kids, 2 boys and a girl. His oldest son, Alberto, was getting married this summer and we were invited to the wedding. Dad asked us if we wanted to go? Of course, we said yes. Jennifer and I were both taking Italian in school and being able to go there would be a dream come true. Dad accepted the invitation. Roberto also extended an invitation for both Jennifer and me to spend more time after the wedding. His other 2 children were about our ages, Sophia was 18 and Fabio was 16. After the wedding Mom, Dad and Jimmie flew home and we ended up spending a whole month there. Fabio, Sophia, Jennifer and I became more than cousins, we became great friends too. We did everything together, we met their friends and other family members that we had there. Jennifer and I spoke as much Italian as we could and everyone else tried to speak as much English as they could. Sometimes it was funny, Jennifer and I would be speaking in Italian and whomever we were speaking with, would answer in English. Of course, when Fabio and Sophia's friends found out that the "cute" American cousins were visiting, they found reasons to stop by as much as they could. Roberto's wife, Isabella, sat Jennifer and me down and warned us about Italian men/boys. Regardless, we hung out with them. One boy, Marco, acted very interested in me. He was one of Fabio's friends and was 16. Marco was 5'8", slim. brown eyes and thick wavy hair. After about a week, he took my hand when we were walking and I almost melted. For the rest of our time there, when we were together we were holding hands. A week later, he moved in to kiss me. At first, I was surprised and pulled back. I thought about it for about a half of a second, leaned in and let him kiss me. I felt lightning bolt go through me but, I liked it! The more we kissed, the more that I felt aroused. I felt like putty in his hands. When he started kissing my neck and put his hand on my breast I started quivering. I knew what he wanted to do next and I actually felt torn. I was so aroused that I wanted him but, I also knew that would be impossible. Before I had a chance to so no, Jennifer saw us and "threw and bucket of cold water on us", so to speak. She told us to slow it down. I was both happy and sad that she came along when she did. For the rest of our stay, Marco and I were inseparable. We held hands and kissed. But, we never let it go beyond that. On our last night, Marco and I went a secluded spot that overlooked Rome. We sat there just talking and looking at the lights. We cuddled close, held hands and kissed a bit. Marco drove me home. We said goodbye with our last kiss promising to keep in touch. That was the last time I ever saw him. I did hear later that he married a woman and had a couple of kids. When I went into the house, Jennifer and Sophia were still up. They took one look at me and said, almost together, "What have you done?" I told them nothing. They both just smiled, with that we don't believe you look, on their faces. Finally, I convinced them that nothing happened. That month we spent in Italy changed me in so many ways. Other than Roberto, Isabella, Sophia and Fabio, no one knew that I was anything other than a biological teen girl. It was a huge difference being treated as a "real" girl and not just supporting me becoming me to become a girl. I left almost speaking Italian fluently. I found out that boys could be attracted to me and that I liked being with them. I had an Italian boyfriend, held my first hand and I got my first kiss. Coming home was bittersweet for me. I really enjoyed staying in Italy but, I also missed Mom, Dad, Jimmie and my friends. I probably should have known but, a story of me giving Marco a blowjob and him getting laid got home before I did. It seems that Marco started bragging about how he got his American girlfriend to give him a blowjob and have sex with him. Isabella heard about it and called Mom and told her. When we got home, Mom took me aside and we had a long talk about what is appropriate or not. She wasn't mad especially when I told her that it wasn't true. She said that she understood how boys are. This would be a good lesson for me to learn. We got home a week before school started and Roger was the first person to welcome us back. He spent some of the summer coming over to help Dad on his project car. Dad always liked to work on cars. For the last 10 years, he has bought a project car, fixed it up and auction it off with the proceeds going to local charities. Dad spent the summer teaching Roger about cars and how to work on them. Like I mentioned before, Roger was an only child. His parents weren't all that interested in raising a child because it would get in the way of their careers. They are both lawyers and the only reason they had Roger was because they worked for a firm that encouraged families. The only way they would make partner was have a family. When we moved next door, they were quick to see if Mom could watch Roger after school. He actually spent more awake time with us than with his own parents. He resented his parents and rejected them. They tried to buy his love with money and things. Many times, he would refuse the things and put the money back in his Mother's purse. What money he did keep, he used to buy clothes and to put into the bank. When he was 12, he got money out of his savings account and bought a new lawnmower. He spent that summer hustling to mow lawns. By the end of the summer he had 14 lawns he would mow each week. He only charged $10 but, he was usually tipped another $5 - $10. By the end of the summer he had over $500 in the bank and that included paying himself back for the lawnmower, gas, etc. By the time he was 17, he had saved almost $10,000. While Jennifer and I were in Italy, Father found Roger a good used Honda Accord. It needed some work and Father showed Roger how to do the brakes, etc. Dad had become Roger's surrogate Father. That was one of the reasons I always thought of him as an older brother. School soon started and my friends were "jealous" of my summer in Italy. Especially when I told them about Marco. I was now a Sophomore and able to start dating. The boys I knew were as flirty as ever but, no one asked me out. At first, I put it off thinking that they were too nervous and shy. Most of my friends had boyfriends. They tried to set me up a couple of times but, couldn't find any guys interested in me. To a 15- year-old, to be rejected was close to the same as dying. I started thinking that because of the sports I played, maybe I was being too much of a jock. So, I stopped playing sports and concentrated on running. I was very depressed. But, I found that running helped me to, at least temporarily, deal with my depression. Every day after school, I would run at least 2 miles on our High School Track. Sometimes I would look up and see Roger sitting in the bleachers watching me. I tried to get him to join me but, he said running wasn't his thing. At school, there were many kids whose parents were very well off. To say that were spoiled would be a gross understatement. Three of those were Richard, Chuck and Joey. Richard was the ringleader closely followed by Chuck. Joey hung out with them because they let him and he did whatever they wanted him to do. The trio had been in trouble many times with their parents bailing them out. They never had to shoulder the responsibility for what they did. One Thursday afternoon in November, I was on my 3rd lap when I saw the trio standing in the middle of the track. "Christine, you are looking fine," said Roger. "It's a shame that you can't get anyone to date you." "I'm fine thanks for asking," I said sarcastically. "I have a great idea, why don't you date all three of us? We can show you just how-to party." "Fuck-off asshole! I wouldn't date you if you were the last guys on the Earth. Joey what are you doing with these losers?" Joey didn't say a word. He just lowered his eyes in submission. I tried to run away from them but, they caught me and dragged to under the bleachers. They had been planning this for a while because they had a small table set up. I saw the table and the ropes they had. I screamed, "Please no don't do this." To which they just bent me over the table and tied my arms and legs to the table's legs. Again, I screamed, "Please no don't do this." With that, they shoved a rag into my mouth so I couldn't scream but, I was crying. "Christine, you have two choices. You can just relax and enjoy your deflowering or fight us and we may end up hurting you." I looked up at Joey who was filming this with his iPhone. With my eyes, I pleaded with him to get them to stop. He just looked away and Richard said, "If Joey s good, we may let him have sloppy 3rds. Chuck you have the honors." With that, I felt my running shorts being pulled down exposing my butt. I felt something cool and smooth being probed to my butt and then inside me. I jumped in pain and was told to just relax. This lasted for what seemed like forever but was probably just a minute or so. Then I felt something larger press against my sphincter muscle. It finally opened and in 2 quick pushes, he was all of the way inside me. It was the worst pain I could ever imagine. I couldn't scream because of the gag but, I was crying so hard that I couldn't really see. Just as he went in, I opened my mouth to try and scream. Richard pulled the gag away and it was quickly replaced with his cock. "Don't even think about biting or I will hurt you very bad." Just I had given up hope, I heard, "Stop it now!" It was Roger. "You just have to wait your turn." "This is your last warning, back away now or I will hurt you." I heard Richard and Chuck laugh then suddenly stop. I heard a thud and Richard went to the ground pulling out of my mouth. Next Chuck came out and went down. Joey just dropped his phone and ran away. Richard and Chuck got back up and came at Roger. Two more thuds and they just laid there. Richard had a broken arm and Chuck a broken jaw. Roger came over, untied me and helped me get dressed. He called the Police and Mom. They did a rape kit on me and kept in the hospital overnight just to be sure I didn't have major injuries. My family and Roger were there for me the whole time. The nurses had to literally kick them out of the hospital so I could get some sleep. When I woke up the next morning, there was Roger watching over me. I gave him a big hug saying, "Thank you, for saving me." "I want to apologize for not getting to you sooner. I got hung up on this Senior project I am doing and lost track of time." "You don't owe me anything, you couldn't have known." "Actually, I heard rumors that they might try something like this. That is one of the reasons I have been watching you run. I owe you and your family everything. If it hadn't been for all of you, I might have turned out like them." "Let's just call it even, come here and give me a big hug." When Roger gave me that hug, I felt safe and it seemed so right. They released me later that morning and spent the rest of the day and weekend just vegging out. I had a couple of sessions with my current psychiatrist, Dr. Megan Clark. I am on my third one now, and very happy with her. At first Richard and Chuck's parents demanded that Roger be arrested for "attacking and assaulting" their precious boys. They were told that it was all consensual and Roger attacked them because he was jealous. Besides, it wouldn't be rape because I wasn't a real girl. When Roger showed the police, and the parents, the video that Joey had taken, they quickly changed their stories and got a plea bargain. Chick and Richard got a year in a Juvenile facility and had to register as sex offenders. At my request, Joey was given 6 months house arrest, other than school, 2-year probation and had to attend mandatory counseling. It turns out that Richard and Chuck weren't so tough. With-in a week of being incarcerated, they had done to them what they did to me. In fact, they remained somebody's "girlfriend" the whole time they were in there. Like I mentioned earlier, Roger is over to our house almost every day, even though he was way past the age of being able to stay at home on his own. He and Jennifer always hung out and studied together. So, to my surprise, she accepted an invitation, to the Winter Formal, with Jonathan, a boy she knew. She was always too busy to date but, when she did, I thought it would be with Roger. She told me that she and Roger were just very good friends. In fact, she thought it would be a bit weird because she always thought of him as her brother. A few weeks after my rape, Roger's parents had this incredible opportunity to go to Paris to meet with new clients. There was never a thought of bringing Roger with them. They were going to be gone for Thanksgiving. Of course, we said that Roger could join us. We went around the table with everyone saying what they are thankful for. My 5- year-old brother, Jimmie, wanted to start and he said he was thankful to have a big brother like Roger. Of course, everyone laughed. When it can to me, I said that I was so grateful for Roger watching over and saving me. It seems like everyone had something good to say about Roger. Roger was blushing when it came to his turn. "No, I am the one who is grateful for having you in my life. Without the love, boundaries and support I received from everyone over the years, I may have turned out like Richard and Chuck. It's no secret that my parents have been more interested in their careers than raising me. You all are my real family. David, I have always wanted to be able to do projects with my Father. Working on the car last summer, with you, meant more to me than you can imagine. You taught me how to be a man. Karen, you have been my conscious helping me make better decisions. You helped me understand how to treat women and girls with respect. There was one time, when I was much younger, that I made a disparaging remark about a girl in our class. It only took one look, on your face, to know I screwed up. That was a learning moment for me Jennifer, you have always been a sister to me. We have had our spats, like most siblings do, but I have never stopped thinking of you as my older, by 3 weeks, sister. Jimmy, you have been so fun to be with. Trust me, being an only child isn't as fun as it is cracked up to be. You are my little brother and I will always be there for you. Chrissy, you are the one that I am the most conflicted with." I was starting to get worried. "While I do love you like a sister, I am having a hard time thinking of you as my sister. Richard was right about one thing, I am jealous when it comes to you. Last summer, I was jealous when you decided to spend the summer in Italy and when I heard the stories about you and Marco. I am not sure if this is too soon, or even wanted, but I would like to be more than your "brother." I would like to be your boyfriend." I started crying and said yes, I would love to be his girlfriend as long as we could double date with Jennifer and Jonathan at the Winter Formal. Mom, Jennifer and even Dad had tears in their eyes. Jimmy just jumped up and gave Roger and me big high 5s. Having Roger as a boyfriend was everything I imagined having a boyfriend should be. He was kind and attentive, as I already knew he would be. Plus, he turned out to be a good kisser too. Unfortunately, his parents didn't really care that he had a girlfriend now. For all intents and purposes, they had relinquished most of their parental duties to Mom and Dad. So, when we decided to go to Lake Tahoe during Christmas break, they cared less that Roger wanted to come with and spend Christmas with us. For Christmas, Roger gave me a pair of very nice pearl earrings, a gold chain and his class ring. The ring was way too big for me to wear so I hung it from my new gold chain, which is what he was hoping for. Roger, like most guys, rarely bought himself new clothes. Most of the time, it was Mom who bought his clothes. When we were at the Mall, I noticed him looking at a shirt. I went back and bought it for him for Christmas. Looking back, I can say that I had always been in love with Roger. But, because of the rape, I found it hard to get very affectionate, other that kissing. Roger was patient and told me to take my time. He said he wasn't going anywhere and that he will wait until I felt comfortable. I knew then, I was blessed to have him in my life. After we got back from Tahoe, Mom, Jennifer and I went shopping for our Prom dresses. After trying on, like a hundred dresses, Jennifer chose a light blue full length satin dress with a sash which came over her left shoulder. I fell in love with the first dress I tried on. But, kept trying on others and I kept going back to the first one. It was made of silk and it came down to just below my knees. It was strapless but, didn't really show any cleavage. Mom's comments were that she thought it looked nice on me but, that Father will have a fit. I also had to get a strapless long line bra to go with it. Our next stop was to get shoes to go with our dresses. Mom suggested that since I had never really worn heels before, that I get something no taller than 2." I told her that I was hoping for 4" heels and we compromised on 3." Jennifer had been wearing heels for the last year so she ended up getting 4" heels. The night of the Winter Formal came around quickly. I had been practicing wearing my new heels and it became 2nd nature for me. That afternoon, Jennifer and I went to Dad's salon and got our hair, nails and makeup done. I wore the pearl earrings and the gold chain and class ring that Roger had given me. I had to have Mom help me into my longline bra and dress. Mom said that I looked beautiful and so grownup. This was the first time I went out in a strapless dress. Mom suggested wearing panty hose and she gave her Cashmere shawl to use. The shawl matched my dress perfectly and was very warm. Just before we finished, I heard the doorbell ring. I don't know why but, all of a sudden, I got very nervous. Mom, in her calming way, told me to just relax and enjoy the evening. Jennifer and I walked out together and there was Roger and Jonathan looking so dashing in their tuxedos. Their jaws dropped when they saw us, which made me feel very good. To my surprise, Roger's parents were there too. They wanted to get pictures of us. After what seemed like an hour, probably 10 minutes, of picture taking, our while limo drove up to take us to dinner. We went to a very nice, and expensive, Italian restaurant called Bella Rosa, for the owner's daughter. Roger and Jonathan were perfect gentlemen, holding the door open and pulling out the chairs for us. The menus that they gave Jennifer and I had no pricing on it. We were told just to order what we wanted and not to worry about the prices. I ordered the Veal Scaloppini, Jennifer ordered the Scampi and Roger and Jonathan both ordered the Ossobuco. The meal, and company, were marvelous. Jennifer and I excused ourselves to the Ladies' room while Roger and Jonathan paid the bill. We touched up our makeup and found the boys waiting for us. Just as we walked out, the limo drove up to take us to the Winter Formal. This was my first formal event I was excited. It was so much fun seeing my friends all dressed up, dancing and having fun. Though it wasn't prohibited, it turned out I was the only girl there wearing a strapless gown. After a bit, I found out why. I had to wear Mom's shawl to keep warm, except when I was dancing with Roger. At the end of the dance, Jennifer told me that she and Jonathan were going with some friends. So, we could have the limo to ourselves. She told me to remember that I had a 12:00 curfew. Driving home, I said I was cold. Roger took off his coat and put it around my shoulders. He then put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. For just an instant, I wanted to push him away. Just a reaction I guess because he has held me close before. But, this seemed different. Roger could see that I was uncomfortable and in his usual calm way said, "I am sorry I didn't mean for you to think I am trying to force you into doing anything you don't want to do. I felt comforted and safe so I snuggled closer. Being in his arms seemed so right. I sat there with my head on his shoulder, him holding me tight, feeling this is right. I raised my head up and gave him that kiss me look. He asked if I was sure and I said yes. We kissed passionately for the next 10 minutes. I felt stirrings inside me that I had never felt before. I thought I was going to come unglued when he started kissing my neck. It is a good thing that the limo ride was over. Another 10 minutes, or so, longer, I don't know what might have happened. What I did know is that I loved being with Roger and, at some time in the future, he will be the one I will want to give myself to. He walked me to my door and we kissed goodnight again. Mom and Dad were up and wanted to know how the Formal went. I couldn't stop gushing. Of course, I didn't mention the drive home. I went to my room to get ready for bed. Mom came up to help me out of my dress. She saw that my makeup was a bit smudged and a very slight hickie on my neck. She just said, "Looks like you and Roger had a good time." I blushed and she told me not to worry about it. She said that she will always be there if I want to talk. I hugged her and said thanks. After the Winter Formal, Roger and I were almost inseparable. I understood why when my girlfriends got boyfriends, I didn't see them nearly as much. Usually during Spring break, we take a trip somewhere. This year we couldn't because Dad had been asked to judge a hairstyling contest, Jennifer was busy trying to get things wrapped up for her Senior year and Jimmy's school went on a different track and we weren't off at the same time now. After the Formal, Roger's parents had an epiphany and finally realized that they didn't know their son at all. It may have been a little too little and a bit late but, they were really trying to reconnect with Roger. They asked him if he would like to go to Hawaii for Spring break? He said only if I could come along. I know that he wanted me to come so we could spend time together. But, I also felt that, at least subconsciously, he was using me so he wouldn't be smothered by his parents. I told him that, while I would love to go but, I thought he should spend the time reconnecting with his parents. Yes, they were late to the game but, they were trying. Reluctantly, he agreed and went with them. After he left I realized that was the first time in almost 10 years that I hadn't seen or talked with him at least once a day. He called a couple of times "saying" he was having a good time but, I still missed him so much. When they got home, I ran up to him, gave him a big hug and told him how much I missed him. It turns out that he did have a good time and was glad to have the opportunity to reconnect with his parents. He told me not to take this the wrong way but, I was right. He was glad that I didn't come because it forced him to interact with his parents. I just gave him a little push saying, "Don't ever leave again, I missed you too much" and gave him a big welcome home kiss. In mid-May, I received a call from my therapist, Dr. Megan Clark. It turns out she has been seeing this 12-year-old boy, Sam, for almost two years, since his Mother unexpectedly died. It came out, during their sessions that Sam thinks of himself as a girl. He had opened up to his Mother and she was going to talk with his Father, George, but she never got the opportunity to do. With Megan's help, Sam was able to tell George. He wasn't all that surprised, he just wanted what was best for his child. George was a history Professor at St. Mary's College, which was a small private school. He and his wife, Sue, moved here from the East Coast 5 years ago so George could take this job. After Sue's death, he worked his class schedule so he was off when Sam got home from school. Sam was an only child and really had no good female role models. George tried to help but, was fairly clueless. He saved some of Sue's clothes but nothing fit or was age appropriate for Sam. Megan asked me if I would be interested in becoming a mentor for Sam. I said yes and the 5 of us, Sam, George, Megan, Mom and me, met a few days later. Sam was about 5'5" and had a slim build. He had been growing out his hair so it was to his shoulders but had no style. His dress, at best, unisex. He had been on hormone blockers for a few months and was very prepubescent. We talked for an hour and when I told Samantha of my story her eyes lit up with hope. George told his family about Samantha. They are going to spend the summer back east so they can meet Samantha. Between George and Sue's families, Samantha would have 7 girl cousins around her own age. They would help Samantha become a girl. George still had a year on his contract and when it's ended the plan is for them to move back to give Samantha a fresh start. Sam had some very effeminate ways about her. For which, she was teased and really didn't have many friends. My assignment, if I chose to accept it, was for the next month, to help Sam develop her female persona. I told her that, for me, my Mother and sister made sure I was surrounded by girls and women for me to learn from. Mom and I went over to their home and Sam showed me what she had, which wasn't very much. I told George that the first thing we had to do was to take Sam shopping for some new clothes. I told him, if he hadn't realized it yet, that having a daughter is much more expensive than having a son. I could tell that he was nervous about taking Sam shopping for girl's clothes. So, I told him that Mom and I would take Sam shopping and he could pay us back later. I am very much a clothes hoarder. My closet is so full that Mom told me that if I bought something new, I had to get rid of something. Sam was to spend Friday night with us and we were going to see what I had that might fit her. Then on Saturday, we were going shopping to get her what else she needed. George dropped Sam off around 3. He joking said, "I give you my son, give me back my daughter." I had already picked out 15 outfits that either didn't fit me anymore or I got tired of. They were a mix of pants, shorts, tops, skirts and dresses. I bought a pack of panties, that I knew would fit her, and had her change into them before we started. Sam tired on clothes for over an hour. She made 4 plies. One for those that she loved, one for those she hated, one for those that were too small and on for those that she liked but were too big for her. In the end she had chosen 3 pairs of pants, 2 tops, a pair of shorts, 1 dress and 2 skirts. I told her to change into one outfit before dinner. Not surprisingly, she chose a pair of jeans and a short sleeve top. She said that other than trying them on today, she had never worn a dress before. I told her that no one would be judgmental here and that if she wanted to wear the dress that is fine. I gave her one of my old bras to put on. It took her a bit but got it put on. I gave her some gel pads, that I had, to fill the cups. She put on the dress and I took her to the bathroom and curled her hair a bit to give in a more feminine style. When we walked downstairs, everyone said how nice Samantha looked. Roger and Jimmy were sitting on the couch watching TV. Jimmy looked around and said, "Not another girl"! to which everyone laughed. After all he was out numbered which is why he latched onto Roger every time he came over. Usually, Roger and I go to the movies, or someplace else, on Friday night. But tonight he, Dad and Jimmy were going to have a guy's night out and leave us girls to ourselves. Shortly after they left, two of my friends, Jackie and Monica, came over for a sleep over. I told them about Sam and they said they were more than happy to help. At first, Sam was nervous and was bombarded with helpful advice about being a girl. But, with-in a few minutes she calmed down and went with the flow. We showed and taught her about makeup, paining her nails and doing her hair. We had her not only do her hair, nails and makeup, we had her do ours too. By the time to go to sleep, she was a natural and already acting like a girl. I gave her a pair of shorts and top to sleep in. Before we went to sleep, Mom and Dad knocked on my door to see how we were doing. Dad told me he will drive us to the salon for Samantha's appointment at 9. This was the first I had heard of this but was excited for Sam. Dad was going to have his assistant give Sam a makeover before going shopping. For the 5th year in a row, Dad's salon was voted the best in the area. When someone goes in, they except to pay more but, they will get a better stylist. The stylists charge at least twice what other area salons charge and have no problem getting clients. Which is why, Dad has little turnover. He does keep an assistant on staff at all times. These assistants are already licensed but, this is an additional 2-year commitment to become a great stylist. If there is an opening, Dad tries to offer it to the assistant. If the assistant isn't ready or if he/she isn't interested, then Dad opens it up to outside stylists. The stylist he chooses, has at least a 6 month, closely supervised, probation to prove their worth. After a year, then assistant can start taking on a limited number of clients. Most of the time, when the opportunity does present itself, the assistant is offered his/her own chair. If a chair doesn't open up, then Dad does his best to place them with the better salons in the area. His reputation is so good that many times another salon will hire on an assistant without even meeting them. Dad's assistant, Julia, had gone to Vidal Sassoon in London for her training. She had been working for Dad for a little over a year and was already building a client base. I knew her before she went to London. She was one of the regular clients and I always looked to her as another, of a long string, of role models. Dad brought us so we arrived right on time, Sam chose to wear the dress and I gave her a pair of sandals to wear with it. I took her to the back and had her change out of her dress and into a smock. Sam sat down in the chair that Julia was using that day. She asked Sam what she wanted done and played with her hair a bit. Sam came back to the chair with her hair freshly washed. Julia ran her comb through Sam's hair and started and started cutting it a bit. She said, "Don't worry I am just cutting off a few slit ends." When she finished, she started rolling Sam's hair on large green rollers. She was then led over to the waxing station to just touch up her eyebrows and to give her a facial, mask and some light makeup. Sam asked if they could get the peach fuzz on her legs. An hour later, she was all done. Sam was then led to the manicurist who removed the polish from the night before, gave her a mani/pedi and reapplied the polish, this time in black. Back to Julia's chair, she removed the rollers, broke up the curls and brushed her hair in place. This whole time, Samantha wasn't allowed to look into a mirror. When Julia had finished and Sam saw herself for the first time, she started crying tears of happiness. "Thank you so much! I never thought this would happen. I love how I look." While Sam was getting redressed, I called Mom to pick us and take us to the Mall. Mom always loved shopping with us girls and this would be no different. We went from store to store. When we found something that either Sam liked or we thought would look on her, she tried them on. Some things we bought others we didn't. We took a short break for lunch and on we went. We passed a Claire's and went in to see if they had any clip-on earrings. The selection was very limited. Sam asked if he could get his ears pierced. She called her Father and he said yes. A few minutes later, Sam was wearing a pair of "diamond" studs. This whole-time shopping, no one saw Sam as anything other than a 12- year-old girl. I mentioned to Mom that I was surprised how fast and easily Sam embraced being a girl. She just laughed and said that is how I was when I was much younger. The plan was to take Sam home after we finished shopping. But, my friend Jackie called and asked if Sam and I would be interested in a girl's only pool party that was thinking of having tomorrow. I told her that I would get back to her. I asked Sam and she said yes. She called her Dad and he said yes but, wanted to know when he was going to meet his daughter? We drove to her home. We went up to the door and rang the bell instead of just going right in. When George answered, it took him a couple of seconds to realize that was Sam standing in front of him. "Come here and give your Daddy a big hug." "Do you like how I look?" "If you are happy, then I think you look fantastic." We went up to her room and Mom and George talked. I helped her put her new things away. With what I gave her and what we bought she had the start of a very nice wardrobe. Sam hugged me saying, "Thank you, this has been the best 24 hours of my life"! I told her that I would pick her up around 11:00 tomorrow and I would bring a swim suit for her to wear. As we were leaving, George said thank you, this is the happiest he has seen Sam in a very long time. I handed him the receipts. From today's shopping trip, which came to over $600, not counting the salon visit which Dad paid for. His jaw dropped a bit and I told him, "I told you having a daughter wasn't going to be cheap." He just smiled and said, "It's worth it to see her happy again." He wrote us a check for the entire amount. Roger was there when we got home and we went out for pizza and a movie. It was a classic theater showing of Casa Blanca. I had never seen it before and was crying at the end. Of course, Roger couldn't stop with all of the famous one liners that came from the movie. After the movie, I needed to be hugged, held and reassured that everything was going to be all right. There is a spot up on Mt. Diablo where you can park and look of the area. Between the movie and being with Sam today, I was overwhelmed and told Roger I just wanted to be held. When Roger holds me, I feel so safe, secure and comfortable. I guess I was tired because I fell asleep and Roger ended doing that too. The next thing I know my cell phone is ringing. "Where are you? Do you know what time it is?" It was 1:00 and my curfew is still 12:00. It was my Mom and she didn't sound angry but more concerned. I told her what happened and she just told me to come home. When we got home, Roger walked me to the door to help take part of the wrath that he was sure was coming. To the contrary, they were more concerned than anything. Again, we told them what happened and they said that they believed us. Roger kissed me goodnight, which was the first kiss we had all day and went home. Mom and I talked for a bit and then we went to bed. Since Jennifer had also been invited to the pool party, she drove us. We stopped at Sam's house and we went up to her room. We showed Jennifer what we had bought the previous day and she was impressed. I gave Sam a two-piece bathing suit to try on. It had a lightly padded bra built in it so she would look like she had some cleavage. When I tried to show her how to tuck but, she didn't want me to look down there. I tried to calm and assure her that it was okay. I told that I went through the same thing too. I told her that she was lucky because now that she is on hormone blockers, it won't grow any larger than it is now. "If you would like, let me show you mine. This is something I almost never do." She said yes and I took off my shorts and lowered my bikini bottom. Sam couldn't believe it. My penis was no bigger than her little finger. I told her that right now this is ok but, I can't wait until I can get rid of it. With that, Sam took off her pants and panties. Her penis was even smaller than mine. She hadn't started puberty yet so there was no hair to deal with. I had brought a roll of surgical tape with me. I showed her how to put her testicle back up into her cavity and how to pull her penis back and tape it. I told her that she now had to sit down to pee, which she says she already does. I gave her the bikini bottom which she put on. She looked in the mirror and was surprised that she had a flat front and no bulge. There were 10 girls there and Jackie, Jennifer and I were the only ones who knew of Sam's secret. We told everyone that she was my cousin who came for the weekend. Sam fell right into girl mode, I am not sure if she really left it. She acted so natural and fit right in. Her only reluctance was to actually go swimming, which the other girls understood because half of them didn't go swimming either. At best, they would sit by the pool and get their legs wet. The party did wonders to further boost Sam's confidence. No one saw her as anything than another girl. Monday, she had to go back to reality. Dr. Clark had already given them a letter so Sam wouldn't have to take PE. Also, she didn't feel comfortable using the boy's bathroom any longer. Using the girl's bathroom was out so she was allowed to use the teacher's bathroom. Sam threw out all of his boy underwear. He redid his tape every day and wore only panties from then on. She also wore a training bra under her shirt. She took the polish off her fingernails but kept it on her toes. Julia cut Sam's hair so that it did lay a bit different. Plus, his new shaped brows and earrings were very noticeable. Sam actually got some compliments from some of the girls he knew. One girl asked him where he got his hair cut. Sam had a hard time going back to his boy mode that week. He still got harassed by some of the boys but, he also had some girls stand up for him. One of the girls, Amy, he knew said, "You are such a girl!" To which she said, "Thank you that means a lot to me." She looked at him with that Oh now I understand look on her face. With that, she put her hand on Sam's back feeling his bra. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Let me know if I can help you in any way." Sam and Amy became very good friends. Sam would come over to her house and she would show her what she had just bought, they would listen to music together and such. She would come over to Sam's house and she would show Amy what she had. Sam and Amy were over at each other's homes almost every day. At school, Amy had brought a bottle of clear polish. She talked Sam into letting her put it on his fingernails. No one even noticed so a week later she had him try a pale pink, Again, no one noticed. At home and at Amy's he was always in her girl mode. Sam and I would talk every day catching me up on what was happening with her. Mom and Dad knew Amy's Mother Alisha, her Father was long gone and not in the picture, from the PTA. A friend of Dad's has a house in Carmel. He offered it to us for the Memorial Weekend. The place sleeps 12 so we invited Sam, George, Amy and Alisha to join us. Of course, Sam brought no boy clothes at all. Amy had seen Sam in a dress before but, after a couple of hours, she told her, "You really are such a girl" As before, for Sam it was effortless being a girl. We hadn't even thought about this but, George and Alisha really hit it off. Neither was looking to meet someone but, by the time the weekend was over they had already planned on seeing each other again. Alisha was also a teacher though she taught 6 graders. Soon school was over and George and Sam were ready for their trip back east. But, what about Amy and Alisha? Neither had anything special planned for the summer so George and Sam asked them if they would like to go with them. They said yes. The plan was to leave a couple of days after schools was out and drive back so they would have a car there. There would be plenty of room for them to stay with the family. For the last day of school, Sam decided that she wanted to wear a dress. Amy helped Sam with her hair and purple nail polish. When they got to school, most were stunned but there were those who said we suspected. Being the last day and because of the letter, Sam was allowed to wear her dress. The next day Sam, Amy and I were at the salon. Dad told me to bring Amy along too, Julia could use the practice. Which I knew was an excuse because he was going to pay for it. Julia had already talked with George and Alisha and got their approval for what she wanted to do. She asked both girls if they would like some subtle highlights in their hair? Both said yes. Sam was first because she had shorter hair and was going to be a bit quicker. While Sam was getting her hair foiled, Amy was back to the waxing station to get her brows arched. Then Sam and Amy switched positions. Julia was foiling Amy's longer hair while Sam was getting her eyebrows waxed. Both girls then got facials and a mani/pedi. This was a first for Amy. I helped Julia pull the foils out and rinse the girls' hair. Amy told Julia she would like to have 2" taken off her hair and side sweeping bangs. Julia did her thing and Amy's hair turned out looking amazing. Julia suggested to Sam that she let her cut her hair in layers with straight bangs. Sam said ok and her hair turned out amazing too. Any vestige of Sam's male self was long gone. Other than a couple of tee shirts, she only brought her girls clothes. By the time the summer was over, George and Alisha got married before they left. They then had a reception here later. George also adopted Amy. By the time school restarted, Sam had officially change her name from Samuel Alex Mead to Samantha Jane Mead. Both Alisha and Amy also changed their last names to Mead. It was Samantha who started the 8th grade that fall.