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Three Guys Janet L. Stickney [email protected] The three of us had been the butt of so many jokes that it was becoming unbearable. We were three guys with no way to get back at out tormentors, unable to muster the nerve to strike back, or the even manliness to try it, and sadly, it had always been this way. The very last straw, the one that certainly broke my heart the most was when two jocks picked me up, then stuffed me in a trashcan, head first. As everyone laughed at me I had to work my way out, then, with junk and garbage all over my head, they and their friends laughed and walked away. That was not the worst, but only the latest in an unending parade of pranks and gestures that had been foisted on me, simply because of my size. When my friends found me, I was just finishing brushing away the trash. During the walk to my car, one of us, I forget which, suggested something that was so far out that at first, we all rejected it as preposterous. We had all suffered from the kind of stuff I had just gone through, with myself only the latest. But then, after a short while, we all traded looks, smiles growing on our faces, and we silently agreed to try this preposterous plan, even if it would be the most outlandish attempt we ever made to try and get back at our tormentors. We talked about it in derisive terms, but there wasn't much left that we could try, everything else had failed, and we all came to the joint conclusion that we had no choice. Since I lived the closest, it was decided that we would tell my mom about it, then ask her to help us. But cowards that they were, it was left up to me to ask her. I wasn't so sure we could do it, and it wasn't high on my list, but we had tried everything else, and after being dunked in a trashcan, I no longer cared what happened, just as long as it worked. So, after carefully considering everything, by the time I got home I had worked out my little speech for mom. She saw me walk in and knew that it had happened again. I went to my room, showered, changed clothes, then went to find her. I was almost in tears as I described what had happened, then her face went blank as I outlined what we had talked about. She knew the why, so I didn't have to explain it. Mom listened to me carefully, not smiling, not frowning, just listening. Frank, Mike and I are a lot alike, skinny almost to a fault, all of us have short scruffy beards and long hair, plus we're not that social I guess, but together, our combined IQ's are nearing 500. All of us tend to excel in school with what must seem like no effort to some of the kids, which is another reason we get picked on so much. Mom listened to my entire pitch, then sat back, thinking. When she sat up again, she had a gleam in her eye, which could be both good or bad, depending. "Okay..." mom said quietly, "I'll help you do this, but all of you have to do it my way, then put everything you have into it. and by that I mean that you'll have to act like girls, walk and talk like girls, maybe even dress like girls, possibly more than you might imagine. If your goal is to make fun of the boys that tease you all of the time, then you might even have to become girls full time in order to get their attention, even if it is just to tweak their noses! Have you thought of that?" I hadn't. "But," she went on, "I will not help the other boys unless their mothers agree to it, and of course, they will have to buy their own clothes. Myself, I think this is a dumb idea, but I do understand why you're doing it, which is the only reason I'll agree to help you, but not until their mothers and I talk, then I want all of you boys, and their mothers to agree with terms everyone can live with. Okay?" I agreed, then called the other guys who came right over. Mom explained her position to them, then, not really surprising me, they both agreed. Mom called their mothers, and they talked a long time on a conference call while the three of us sat waiting. When mom returned, she told all of us that during the break, which would be in less than ten days, their mothers would be arriving, and that's when they would turn us into girls! "In the meantime," she added, "I want all of you to strip and let me get some measurements." After an embarrassing time standing there in our briefs, mom said she had what she needed, and turned us loose. Mike and Frank left the house, leaving me facing my mother. Then, right out of the blue... "You'll look quite cute as a girl I think," mom said to me, "once we get rid of that silly goatee you've been trying to grow since junior high school. You're just like your father that way. He didn't have much luck in the facial hair department either, but in this case I think that will work to your benefit. Would you like to start now? Or shall we wait for everyone else?" Myself, I wasn't in any hurry to begin, but there wasn't any good reason not to, so I simply shrugged my shoulders, which sent mom to get her purse, with a clear admonition that I should stay home, and be prepared to begin the minute she returned. When she did get home she was carrying some bags, and while she was eager to get started, it was late, so she let it slide, but reminded me that I was to come straight home from school the next day. Gee, I could hardly wait! I went to school the next day, telling the guys to be at my house on Saturday at 11 in the morning, just like mom told me to tell them, but that was all I could offer, since mom hadn't said anything else. However, all of us were having second thoughts about becoming girls, and it was Frank that finally said it out loud, then Mike told us that someone had used glued on his book bag, which meant that he had to cut it open. He was pissed. "This is either going to be the worst mistake we ever made, or it'll be the biggest mistake we ever made!" "Maybe," I said, "but my mom went out yesterday and bought a lot of stuff, so I don't think there'll be any turning back." "All we have to do Marty," chimed in Mike, "is say no! What can our mom's do to us? Make us wear dresses?" That's was me speaking, Marty is my name. "They could quite easily cut off our college money," I said, somewhat reluctantly. We all agreed on that, then went our separate ways. I don't have any classes on Friday afternoon, so when I got home, mom was waiting for me, a smile on her face. Then she startled me when she asked me if I was positively sure that I wanted to do it, become a girl I mean. No matter how I sliced it, and no matter what the three of us did, we would never be accepted on campus the way we were, that was a hopeless cause and we all knew it, including my mom, so I plunged in, and nodded my head yes. That's when I was introduced to hair removal cream. It itched, burned and smelled bad, but after a shower, my body was almost as hairless as any girls, and after I used a razor to remove my scruffy goatee and shaved extra close, I looked like an entirely new person. My hair actually squeaked it was so clean, and when I appeared in my bedroom wearing nothing but a towel, mom casually tossed me a pair of plain white cotton panties to put on. "We are going to get you completely dressed, then make whatever changes we need to make before the boys get here tomorrow. Now this is a waist nipper..." Mom carefully explained everything to me as she helped me get them on. Then she took me to her vanity where she set my hair in some rollers before she began on my face. Actually, I did it, but only what she told me to do. Foundation and powder, eye shadow and eyeliner, mascara and blusher, one after the other, with each one changing my face until I almost did not recognize myself. With my hair in rollers and my face completely made up, it was evident that maybe, just maybe, I would be able to pull this off...if I were very lucky. Back in my room, mom helped me get the bra on, stuffing the cups with a pair of flesh colored jelly like blobs. Then came the padded pantybrief and pantyhose, followed by the dress, which was slipped over my head and zipped up. I stepped into the low heels, and looked in the mirror to see the completely new me for the first time. After a quick glance at myself, mom quickly took me by the hand back to her vanity, then removed the rollers and began to brush out my hair. Lustrous was the first word that popped into my mind, the second, was WOW! I didn't look like me at all! Mom casually handed me a lipstick, and without any thought at all I drew the color on my lips. Then some clip on earrings and a nice pendant necklace were added. "Now all we need is a name for my new girl!" "I...I...I guess I don't have one mom, I didn't even think about it!" "Then how about Mary?" she said, "It's close enough to your own name that it'll be easy to remember, and it's a very feminine name on top of that." "Okay...I guess...just call me Mary then." Mom asked me to stay dressed for the rest of the day, which I did, but I felt lost with the sudden loss of familiar pockets, and the way those jellied blobs in my bra bounced, well, it was really different. Each time I looked in the mirror I was shocked at my reflection, still unused to the way I looked, and with the taste of the lipstick, the smell of the makeup and the way the dress swirled around my knees, I felt lost. But, and I have to admit it, wearing a dress was not as bad as it sounded at first. In fact, I kind of liked the way I looked. I didn't tell mom that, but it was true. I did not look like myself in any way, and the best part of it was that there were a lot of girls on campus that looked like I did, and nobody made fun of them. In fact, most of them had guys around them all of the time.... not that I was interested in guys, it was just an observation. That night I slept in a nightgown, mom telling me that I should probably get used to it, whatever that meant, but it wasn't bad at all. In the morning, mom and I went through the same ritual as the day before, we ate breakfast, then I sat waiting for Frank and Mike to show up. I could hardly wait to see the reaction on their faces when they saw me. If it was bad, then I would quit, but if not, I guess I would do what we planned, which might even be fun. Mike arrived first. I saw him walking up to the door and was standing there when he pushed the doorbell. Opening the door, he looked at me briefly, then he paused, and his eyes went wide, very wide. I let him in, then saw Frank and his mother coming up the walk. I got the same reaction from Frank, while his mother merely smiled at me. Mom ushered them into the familyroom, then had me stand there so everyone could see me. Mike's mother was a little late, but when she saw me, she gave me a peck on the cheek and smiled at me. While everyone knew that at least I could do it, I personally had some doubt about Frank and Mike, but both of their mothers said they would be fine, and I didn't say anything. Then we were told that since we decided to do this, the best time to begin school as girls would come after the spring break, which was just a few weeks away. Our mothers also told us that was plenty of time for them to get us what we needed, and when we returned to school, it would be as three girls. Our mothers went into a huddle, leaving the three of us to fend for ourselves, so we grabbed some sodas, and went out on the patio. I didn't even think about the neighbors as we sat at the table. "Damn you look good!" Frank said. "Hell, I'd ask you out myself! What name did you decide on?" "Mary," I said, "and you'll probably be Francis while Mike could become Michelle. Mom said that it would be easier if we had names that were close to our own. That way we won't forget them at a bad time." "Francis? What kind of name is that? How about...Nancy? I like that a whole lot better!" "That's your choice Frank," Mike said, "Michelle is fine with me." They wanted to know if what I had on was uncomfortable, which it wasn't, and we talked about getting new name badges and other things we would need. Both Mike and Frank lived in a dorm, which was going to present some very huge problems for them, but Mike worked in the Registrars office, and he said he could get us new ID cards easily, and might be able to swing a move to the new coed dorm, with the two of them rooming together of course. I lived at home, so it wasn't a problem for me. They left a little later, but I went back out on the patio to finish my soda. Mom joined me a bit later. "This is not going to be quite as easy as you boys think it'll be, but all of us know that you boys have never been really accepted, which is why we have decided to go along with this...plan of yours. However, once you start school as Mary, if you manage to pull this off, even for a short while, that means that you'll have to continue as Mary, you do realize that don't you? You can't just quit half way through because you're tired of sleeping in rollers, or doing makeup every time you go out, then, then, on top of that you'll all have to learn how to deal with the boys that will certainly be asking you out. In other words, you'll have to become a girl in every way, thinking like one, acting like one, dressing like one, and even then, what will you do when you're out on a date and he tries to put his hand in your panties? No honey, this is not going to be just a lark, this is going to be a commitment, a full commitment from which there won't be any turning back." Mom sat back, then..."What happens when the three of you are accepted by everyone, invited to parties and so on? Will you be able to simply quit over the summer and return as boys, the very same boys that have been ridiculed for so long? Will being popular, for the first time in your lives, even as a girl, make it impossible for you to quit? Myself, I doubt that you would, or could, quit if that happens. I think that the minute you start back as girls, that's exactly how you'll graduate...as girls, and that's three years away! After three years as a girl, what then? Have any of you given any thought to that?" I know for a fact that none of us had thought that far ahead, but now that we had all said we would do it, and based on the way I looked, I boldly told mom I didn't mind, adding that I thought I could manage it, especially the part about boys, since I did not plan on dating. Mom smiled, patted my hand, and shook her head, much like you would when a child told you they could fly by waving their arms. I had an eerie feeling when she did that, but I put it off to the jitters. The next day mom had me get dressed up again, then she told me we were going shopping, and the best way was for me to look good was to try on the clothes, plus, she said I would be able to select what I liked. Going out as a girl made me feel a bit queasy, but like mom told me, I might as well get used to it, and besides, she simply would not take no for an answer, telling me that if I could not leave the house, even to get a wardrobe, how could I possibly imagine I could attend school as a girl? I grudgingly took the purse she handed me, and off we went. Just getting out of the car at the mall was tough enough, but as we walked through the mall, mom said I was doing fine, even though I felt awkward and out of place. It was especially true when we stopped in the lingerie department, which is clearly the domain of real women. Ignoring my silent terror, mom simply piled bras and panties, slips and nightgowns, then another padded pantybrief and waist nipper into my arms, along with several pairs of pantyhose. If I had been wearing a beanie with a flashing light on top of my head I could not have felt more insecure as we stood at the counter and paid for the items. I saw mom holding in a grin, but she didn't say anything until we were out of that department. "You're doing just fine Mary! Much better than I anticipated! After we have some lunch we'll find you some nice skirt and blouse sets plus a few dresses and maybe some girls jeans and some shoes." Since I had no choice, that's exactly what happened, except that we had my ears pierced on the way out of the mall. By the time I got home I was a little more confident, but I knew that without mom there to protect me, anything could happen on campus, and just might, especially if someone figured out that I wasn't a girl. I hung everything in my closet, wanting to change back to my own clothes, but mom said no, telling me that within ten days, my new clothes, the ones we had just bought, would be my only clothes, and I might as well get used to it. On Monday I was allowed to attend school wearing my own clothes, which felt really strange, and after just two days wearing a skirt, that surprised me. Mike told Frank and I that he had arranged for he and Frank to share a room in the new dorm, adding that he had inserted our new names into the database. I was Mary of course, he was Michelle, and Frank, hating the name Francis, would be Nancy. Once he entered our new pictures into the database and transferred our grades to the new names, there wasn't going to be any going back, unless we wanted to quit, which none of us could do, and couldn't even consider. Everything was in place, with only nine more days until we became girls. I had not yet seen the other guys dressed up as girls, but as the days went by, Mike told me that he had tried it, and said he didn't look that bad. Frank, the heaviest of the three of us, would only say that we would be surprised, so we figured he was a knockout, or something close. When our break started, it was the very next morning that I had to endure that hair cream again, and once again, I became Mary. Only this time mom dyed and trimmed my hair, which completely changed how I looked. Instead of light brown hair, I had become a brunette, and my once straggly hair lay in waves on my head, curling at the back and around my ears. It was shorter than at any time since high school, yet still looked as feminine as any girl I had ever seen. I wore a short sheath dress with low heels, earrings, and all the underpinnings of course. My legs, which had always looked skinny to me, had shape, and actually looked pretty good. Not to say that I liked being a girl, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it might be, and I did not look like what the guys called a two bagger. One for my head and another to throw up in of course. Not wanting to wait to see what Frank and Mike looked like, I asked mom if she wanted to go along. She said yes, so I grabbed my purse and we drove the two hours to Mike's house. His mom opened the door and let us in. Behind her I could see a girl, and she was stunning. Auburn hair that lay in tight curls on her head, a wide bright smiled outlined in red, wearing a dress that made her figure one of the best I had ever seen. Breasts swollen and tight against the soft green material accented her waist, which was very well defined. The skirt flowed over her hips to end just above her knees. She stood smiling at me, waved once, which is when I saw that her nails were painted red. "Mary, this is Michelle." I stood there staring, because the Mike I knew could never look like that! "Mike?" I asked. "Is that you?" "Call me Michelle from now on Mary, we might as well get used to it, and now is as good a time to start as any." "Maybe we and you girls should go meet Nancy. She doesn't live that far away, it shouldn't take more than half an hour to get there. I'll call and let her know we're on your way." Michelle grabbed her purse, and the four of us left the house together. "You look really good Michelle! Have you done this before? I mean..." "Yeah," she told me, "I've done this before, quite often as a matter of fact. I grew up dressing as a girl as often as I could, and even went out on a date once. It's not bad once you get used to it." That explained why she looked so darned good, but his having dressed as a girl before, then gone on a date dressed as a one shocked me! I had not known that about Michelle, but in retrospect, I now think that it was she who suggested this, which made sense if she had been doing this for a long time. Keeping my thoughts to myself, I pulled into the driveway, then we saw her. Nancy walked across the yard to the car, waiting until we got out. Nancy wore a skirt and top with flats. Her hair was done in what looked like a mop top, but actually looked very nice on her. Since her hair was the shortest, it was probably the best she could do with it, but she didn't look bad at all, better in fact that I thought! The six of us went to the back of the house, sat on the patio, then listened as my mom once again told everyone what might, and probably would happen. I knew that Michelle wouldn't quit, and while I felt a little silly, I couldn't say no, not after I saw how I looked, and not after mom spent all that money. Nancy was sitting there grinning. For her part, I don't think Nancy really wanted to dress as a girl at all, but if Michelle and I were in, I knew that she wouldn't quit either. That made it a done deal, and we all knew it. I don't think any of our mothers were that fond of the idea, but all of them understood the reasons why, which is why they all agreed to help us. Two days later I got a call from Michelle, telling me it was time for me to enroll, so I got dressed, wearing a nice skirt and blouse, making sure my makeup was okay, then drove to the college. Michelle took the picture, then issued me a new student ID card, then handed me my transcripts. They were my old ones with my new name at the top. "Nancy and I," Michelle said, "are moving into the new dorm tomorrow, could you help us?" I said I would be there, then left the campus. On a lark, I stopped at the drivers bureau, went in, and told them that I had lost my drivers license, handing them my new ID. On the strength of that alone, they issued me a new drivers license, making me legal to drive, and according to the state, I was a female! I knew that with that one piece of ID, I could go, and do, anything as a girl, and with my new school ID with it, I would never have any trouble unless I screwed up really bad. As long as I dressed and acted like a girl, I would be fine. I showed it to mom who merely smiled at me. The next day, with my hair in a ponytail, wearing my new girl jeans and a top, I went to help Michelle and Nancy move in. We were carrying boxes inside when some jocks stopped us. "It looks like you ladies need a hand. Let us help you. By the way, my name is Bill, this is Greg, and that lug over there is Ray." The guys took the heavier stuff while we carried mostly boxes. Within a very short while, we have everything in their room, which is when Ray asked Michelle if they could take the three of us out for a pizza! Well, Michelle didn't even hesitate, and smiling, touched his arm, said yes, but asked them to come back in a couple of hours so they could unpack. When they left... "Are you crazy Michelle!? If those guys find out..." "Nancy," I said, "if we can't make it right now, we never can! They saw us at our worst and still asked us out! Think about it for a minute, if we get all cleaned up, go with those guys, and nothing happens, we will have made it! Besides, you don't plan on spending the next three years in this room do you?" Then I showed them my new drivers license, which made Michelle smile and Nancy nervous, but she did agree with me, and set about getting changed. I went home with a promise that they would come get me. I ran to my room, took a quick shower, then changed into a short dressy skirt with a nicer blouse. I wore pantyhose, my waist nipper and my padded pantybrief as I sat and did my makeup. I was getting good at it, and was able to finish and have time to do my hair. By the time I was done mom came into the room, wanting to know what all the rush was about. When I told her she laughed quietly, then left me to finish. I heard the doorbell, but mom answered the door just as I came down the stairs. It was Bill that was at the door. Mom let him in, then waited for me to walk down the stairs. When I got there, I saw him smile at me, then, after I grabbed my purse, he took my hand, said goodbye to mom, and we left. Bill drove, telling me that we were going to meet everyone there, at the pizza place. I sat next to the door, and he did not try to move me over closer. Nancy, Michelle, Ray and Greg were there waiting for us. Michelle took the lead, telling them we had all transferred in, and when Ray asked where she went to school, she told him the truth! That shocked me a little, but later I found out why she did it. It was easier to tell the truth because you don't get caught up in a lie. You just have to bend the facts so that you are what you seem to be. Bill was funny, and while a player on the football team, he wasn't quite the jerk he had acted like around me when I was myself. Nancy sat there with Greg's hand over hers, grinning. We had a few beers, then I asked Bill to take me home, saying that mom didn't want me out real late. When I stood up he put his arm around me, then led the way out. I felt strange letting him put his arm around me, but at the same time, it made me feel...oddly feminine. He took me home, then, as I opened the door to the truck, he asked me if I wanted to go to dinner that next Friday night! He had a smile on his face when I looked at him, and remembering all those weekend nights at home alone, I said "I would like that Bill", and closed the door. Walking in the house, I must have been smiling because mom asked me how my date went. "It was fine mother," I said, "Michelle, Nancy and I were together, so nothing happened." Mom just looked at me, waiting for me to tell her the rest I guess, so..."Bill asked me out to dinner next Friday night." "And you said?" mom asked... "I said I would like that. Mom, for the first time in my life I'm on a date! The first time! Bill asked me out, and I just couldn't say no!" Mom didn't say anything more about it, and I went to my room. Michelle called me later, asking if she could stop by the next day, and I said yes. I went to school wearing jeans and a top with my gym shoes, seeing Nancy with Greg twice, and she was laughing both times. After school, both Nancy and Michelle stopped by. We went to my room, shut the door, and Michelle asked both Nancy and I if we had experienced an erection when we were dressed. Nancy said she had, when Greg kissed her. I was shocked that Nancy had gone that far so quickly, but Michelle, grinning, interrupted my thoughts. "I found a way to end that, and at the same time make it possible for us to look better wearing shorts, slacks, jeans, anything that will show off our groins. I had my mom do it for me, and if you want to see..." "Peel it off Michelle," Nancy said, "this sounds cool!" Michelle slipped her skirt off, then, slipping her thumbs under her panties, yanked downward, and I was looking straight at what appeared to me a female vagina! Grinning, Michelle ran her finger up and down the slit, then pulled her clothes back on. Nancy, again shocking me, eagerly asked how it was done. Michelle gave us both a written sheet of instructions, then, in a solemn tone, told us that if we wanted it done like hers, she would ask her mother to do it for us. Since her mother was a nurse, that seemed to be the safest, then seeing Nancy nodding her head, I also agreed, and made arrangements to drive to her house that Saturday morning. I realized just how quickly I had adopted the role of a female when I began to look forward to losing the only symbol of my manliness I ever had. I had gladly accepted a date with Bill, after only a few days as a girl, and everything mom told me came home to roost. I could not go back to being a guy again, and I would lead the life of a girl, which included dating. I had not expected any of that to happen, but it did, and now I was ready to take another step in my transformation, but I also knew that to be completely successful, there would have to be one more thing to do. Manage to have breasts. How I was going to do that that I did not know, but I was sure that Michelle did, and planned on asking her on Saturday morning when I saw her. Mom had not said much about me dressing as a girl except to tell me how to wear something once in a while, and I was certain that she was angry with me. She had told me she wasn't in favor of my doing this, so I decided to ask her. I found her in the familyroom. "Mom?" I asked. "Are you mad at me?" "No dear," she said as she put down her embroidery, "come sit by me." When I sat, "I'm just surprised at how easily you have come to accept being a girl, that's all. What I mean to say is that you went out with that boy Bill, then he asked you out, and you said yes. Now, does that sound like something my son would do?" I shook my head no, then..."I told you this would happen, and while I understand your frustrations at being picked on all of the time, becoming a girl...is that really the answer?" Sitting there, wearing a skirt and top, pantyhose and makeup, I knew the answer, I was just afraid to say it, so mom said it for me. "The thing is, you like being a girl, don't you? You like the attention, the clothes, the way you look, the way you're treated, and now that you have a young man calling on you..." "I like it," I said, "I like it a lot. I didn't think I would! I thought I would be a geeky girl instead of a geeky guy, but I'm not! I look better than I ever have, and for the first time in my life I have friends!" "Has Bill kissed you yet?" mom asked with a grin. "No...he hasn't even tried." "But you've thought about it, haven't you?" I had to nod my head yes, because it was true. "Then we have to make a few decisions Mary. I'm now positive that you'll not be able to go back to being a boy, at least until you graduate, and maybe not even then, and that means that we'll have to find a way for you to have a more feminine figure. Those birdseed filled sacks aren't going to help if you start dating very often, the guys will know the difference." That made me smile, so I told her about Michelle, and that I planned on asking her about it. Mom merely nodded her head, and I went to finish my homework. The very next day Nancy caught me between classes, telling me that she had to come to the dorm after classes, stressing that it was urgent. When I got there, she and Michelle were sitting, gloating. When I asked why, Nancy handed me a small vial of liquid, the held up a needle. "That is a form of estrogen, the female hormone. They have been working on it for years, and this is the finished result. It will act just like the normal estrogen, and by that I mean that in males it will change your body in the usual ways. You'll gain all of the traits a women has, smaller waist, smooth, very soft hairless skin, wider hips, a rounder bottom, and best of all, breasts! In every trial, the guys under going the transformation completed the entire process within four months, which is why everyone is so excited about it. That entire process used to take about two years! Think about that! Then think how much money this will make!" Nancy, being a chemical engineering student, knew exactly what she was talking about, and as smart as she was, I knew that she wouldn't lie to us. That much I could trust. I looked at the vial, then at them, and instantly realized that both Michelle and Nancy had already taken it. "The Professor told me," Nancy said, "that whatever happens to your body, meaning how big you get, like hips and boobs, are all a matter of family traits. If all of the women in your family have big butts, then you'll probably have one too. If they have small boobs, then it's likely that's how you turn out. In other words, if you had been born a female, whatever body you would have been born with as a girl is most likely what you'll end up with." Grinning, she confirmed what I already figured out. "Michelle and I have already taken ours, this one is yours." Nancy filled the needle while I watched, held it up, then waited while I rolled up my sleeve. It didn't hurt one bit. When I got home, I told mom not to worry about breast forms, that I would manage, but didn't tell her about the shot Nancy gave me. Nancy, the one person that I had thought would take this the hardest, was seeing Greg almost every day now, and had turned into a giggling girl whenever she was around him. The change in her was so dramatic, seeing her fawn over him so much that I half wondered if she had taken a double dose of something. Michelle on the other hand, was seeing Ray once in a while, like I was seeing Bill once in a while. All three of us were changing, in more ways than how we looked, and it was getting so that I hardly recognized Nancy or Michelle, let alone myself. On Friday after school I took a bubblebath, and noticed that I had a slight swelling on my chest, but put it off to wearing a bra all of the time. I made sure my skin was silky smooth, then got dressed. I wore the lilac skirt with a white blouse and a purple sweater I borrowed from mom. My makeup skills were getting quite good by then, and I quickly finished, then brushed out my hair and used a pair of matching barrettes to hold it back. I added perfume and lipstick, then went downstairs to wait for Bill. When Bill arrived he greeted mom, then we left for the restaurant. Again, he was the perfect gentleman, not at all the loutish asshole he had been around me when I was myself, and that made me wonder about him. Clearly, he didn't pick on girls, no matter how they looked, yet I had been the butt of his rowdiness more than once, and that made me wonder why I was so drawn to him. He's tall and wide with piercing brown eyes, hands twice the size of mine, and is probably three or four times stronger. Yet, when he turned on that million watt smile and directed it at me, all thoughts of any kind of revenge went right out the window. It was hard to maintain any thought of revenge when my insides were turning into girlish mush. That night, right after he pulled up in front of the house, I kissed him for the first time. Even as my knees went stiff and I tensed up when his lips touched mine, I fell apart, letting him pull me closer, submitting to him. His hand wandered towards my breast but I managed to push him away, then opened the door, stepped out, and thanked him, just before I ran in the house. Every nerve ending was throbbing, pulsing with the message of desire, tempered by the sure knowledge that I was a boy, just like he was. By the time I got to my room and undressed I wanted more than anything to have my own swelling breasts, and also, have Michelle's mother create a vagina for me. Right at that moment, to be truthful, I wanted a real vagina, but I would settle for the fake because Bill would too. A brunette, an auburn, and a blonde, which was myself, Michelle, and Nancy, three nerds turned young ladies. Where we were once a tight knit group, the three of us now had new lives, new interests, and while we shared a secret, I was sure that once we all looked like girls, after our transformations, we would no longer be willing to share quite so much. Michelle already had a circle of girlfriends, and was being initiated by them into the world of women, even though not one of her girlfriends knew it. Nancy and Greg never let a chance to be together pass, while Bill was making me feel more feminine than ever before, and I felt myself wanting to make him happy, drifting away from my own interests in favor of his. After just a month, my body was changing faster, my breasts had grown enough that I no longer felt that I needed the breast forms, and my hips had swollen to the point that I was ready to kick the padded pantybrief back into the dresser. The constant tingling sensation I felt was getting stronger, and I knew that before long I would not be able to hide the changes, and would have to tell mom. Bill was going to practice a lot, so I spent a lot of time on my studies, often in my nightgown. The softer materials so much easier on my skin. I usually wore a simple nightgown, but I had picked up one made of satin, a babydoll. I had on the small panties that came with it, and was sitting at my desk poring over my notes after I downloaded them into my computer. Intently reading the screen, I didn't hear mom until I heard her gasp. "What have you done to yourself?!" There was no need to ask "What?" I knew. My breasts, by then a full A cup, were pushing against the sheer material, leaving no doubt they were my own. I turned in my chair, faced mom, and asked her to sit down. Then I stood up, and the rest of the changes became evident, from my hairless body to my wider hips, rounder butt, narrow waist, and of course, my budding breasts. "I um...took a hormone shot...to sort of help things along. We both knew that I have to be a girl for at least the next three years, you said so yourself, so I thought that this would make it easier on everybody, especially me." "One shot?" mom asked. "One shot did all that!?" How long ago did you take this shot?" "A month," I said proudly, "Nancy worked on it as part of a lab test, and in the trials she said it replaced two years of hormone therapy. She was very excited about it. She told Michelle and I that there had been no adverse side effects, so we all took it, and look at me! In just one month I've changed almost enough to do away with all that padding!" With a resigned look on her face, mom sat back on her elbows, then said...."There's more isn't there? What aren't you telling me?" "Michelle's mom is a nurse, and since Michelle has been dressing up for years, they figured out a way to make her look like a girl where it counts mom. I saw it myself, and Michelle looks just like any girl anywhere!" "And I suppose," mom said, "that you want her mother to do the same thing for you?" Before I could answer, "I'm wondering, does this have anything to do with Bill? Or any other boys? I mean, and I'm assuming now, that you and Bill have passed beyond the platonic stage, and now, you want to be able to be a girl there as well, just in case his hand finds it way into your panties." I don't know how I looked, but mom must have known. "I told you, all of you, that when you started this there wouldn't be any going back, and now look at you! You have become a girl in virtually every sense of the word! Just what do you expect me to say? No? Of course I'll let Michelle's mom make you look like a girl! I don't have any choice, not now anyway, do I? Not now that you've managed to make all those other changes!" "Mom I..." With a sigh, mom stood up, walked over to me, and put her arms around me. "I know honey. For the first time in your life you feel like your part of the group, even if it is as a girl." "No mom, that's not it. Part of it, but not all." Looking her right in the eye..."I want to be a girl mom. Not a fake girl, like now, but a real girl...completely real, like you, and someday I will be. What you said was true. Once I started this there would be no going back you said. But you meant it in the legal sense. But that's not what I feel mom! I feel, when Bill holds me I...even when I'm around him, I find myself wanting something more! Does that make sense? Am I crazy? Am if I'm not, then why didn't I do what Michelle did when she was in high school!?" Even though I was happy with the changes that had made me more like a girl, I fell into mom's arms, sobbing like a baby, sure that she was angry with me for what I had done. She held me as we stood there, as a mother, and a new daughter. "I think I knew that already Mary," she said gently into my ear, "when Bill showed up for your dinner date. You were glowing, and honey, only girls glow like that." Mom held me tighter, then..."if you want to become a girl, then maybe we should talk to Michelle's mom first, then spend a few hours at the salon. We'll let them make you even more beautiful than you already are!" We talked some more, then I went to bed after I called and talked to Michelle. On Friday night the three of us would drive to her house, and when we left, Nancy and I would, like Michelle, look like girls all over. That next afternoon mom and I were going to the salon for my first real makeover. Nancy and Michelle rode together while I drove my own car, with mom for a passenger. Michelle's mother was all business, and after some small talk, she took me first. With mom watching, she very efficiently manipulated my parts, with only some minor pain of course, but twenty minutes later, when I stood up, I looked just like a girl. Then it was Nancy's turn, and again, twenty minutes later, she also looked like a girl. Then Michelle, Nancy, and I sat on the patio, comparing notes. As it turned out, I had the most development from the shot, and for the first time, I felt superior to someone, and gloated a bit I guess. As mom and I later walked out to the car, the very lack of parts made me feel so different, and the ability to put my knees together without crushing things was very nice indeed. But on the way home I got the lecture about cleanliness, then mom told me that since I now looked like a girl all over, that it was time that I discovered the joys of womanhood, and by that she meant that she wanted me to wear a pad, five days a week, just like all girls do! Protesting about it was like pissing into the wind. It got me nowhere, and on the way home, we stopped so mom could buy some for me. Then, the minute we got home, she insisted that I wear one. I felt like I was back where I started from, what with that pad between my legs, but after a bit I got used to it, but still hated it. The next morning mom and I went to her salon where I was introduced, then taken to a chair. I had no idea what was going to happen, except that I was going to get my hair styled. It turned out to be much more than that. Eyebrow thinning and arching, then my hair was cut, layered, trimmed, dyed again, then set in rollers. While I was under the dryer my nails were done, then, my makeup was done, all before the rollers were taken out and I was able to see the finished results. I was well pleased at what they had done for me, and I not only felt more feminine than ever before, I looked it as well. In my mind I had just joined the ranks of women, and I never wanted to return to being a male ever again. Mom looked great with her new hairstyle, sort of a bob with curls. When we left the salon, and were driving home, mom casually mentioned that she had a date that night. A date! My mom had a date? My mom never dated, always telling me that she didn't have the time! "I met him," mom told me, "at a company meeting. He and his company are building a new office in the area. His name is Ken. I think you'll like him." "But you always told me you weren't going to date!" "That's true, that's what I said," she replied, "but you're in college now, and it won't be long before you're gone, and I'll be all alone. Ken is very nice, a widower, and he has two sons, slightly older than you." I started to say something, then..."don't you think I should find someone Mary? Someone to share my later years with?" "Well," I said, "I guess, but you're..." "What? Old? Mary, honey, when that little arrow of cupids hits you, you don't have any choice...do you?" "He has sons?" "Two," mom said, "Jeff and Henry. Henry is in the Navy and Jeff goes to Central, he's a Junior." Mom paused..."that means that you'll have two older brothers!" "Yeah, I suppose, but does this mean that you and Ken are getting married?" "We have talked about it, yes, but he hasn't asked me yet." "That means that you two have been seeing each other for a long time then! Why didn't you tell me?" "Because you had enough going on in your life at that time. You didn't need anything more piled on. But now that we have settled your future, I thought it was time that you met Ken. He is coming over tonight to take us to dinner, and his son Jeff is coming along. It'll be a good way for everyone to meet." Mom had dropped a bombshell on me, but I was glad for her. It had been just her and I since dad died when I was seven. She deserved to have someone in her life. When we got home, mom suggested that I wear my black dress, telling me that I would want to make a good impression. I went to my room, stripped, then filled the tub with bubblebath. I lay in the tub until the water started to cool, checking every square inch of my skin for errant hairs, shaving extra close, then went in my room to get ready. I started with my black panties, then a black lace trimmed corsolet with demi cups. Black pantyhose, then I slipped the dress over my head and zipped it up. The heels were next, then a simple gold choker necklace and gold pendant earrings. Perfume, then bright red lipstick, and I was done, except for one thing. I reached into each bra cup and pulled my breasts up a little to give me a bit better cleavage. Mom looked gorgeous in her tan silk sheath dress, white heels and pearls. Like me, she had let more than a little cleavage show. Grinning at each other, we waited for Ken and Jeff to arrive. Twenty minutes later I opened the door and saw Ken for the first time. He wasn't as tall as Bill, he had short brown hair with green eyes and a very nice smile. His son Jeff was almost a clone of his father except for the blue eyes, and both of them were very polite. Dinner was very nice, and it was clear that mom and Ken had eyes only for each other, which quickly left Jeff and I to talk about school, friends and so on. I was sure that he initially had more on his mind, like his dad did about my mom, but that quickly faded when I told him about Bill, and we simply enjoyed the evening. That night, after we got home, I went to bed, wondering if I would have a new dad any time soon. Then I had the strangest dream. Nancy, Michelle, and I were together, sitting on a couch at some party, just talking, but the three of us, as boys, stood behind our girl selves, wondering how we became girls! Then, as we watched, Nancy was swept away to dance by Greg, and she was bubbly, smiling, and clearly in love. Then Michelle left to dance. As each of them were taken by the hand, the male counterpart in my dream disappeared, leaving me to watch myself. It was a very eerie feeling, watching myself I mean. Then Bill arrived and sat next to me. His arm went around my shoulder, he pulled me closer, then...I disappeared! I woke up with a jolt, sitting straight up in bed. In the dim darkness of my room I looked around, then lay down, hoping to find out what happened. But I was unable to recover the dream, and sleep eluded me. I lay there with my eyes closed, wondering what was happening to me. I was exhausted by the time my alarm went off, and dragged myself to classes, looking I'm sure, like hell. Two days later Bill invited me to a party at his Frat house. I didn't say anything about my dream to anyone, simply ignoring the possibility of premonition. On Saturday night I wore that same black dress, along with all of the same under clothes. At the party I saw, and met many people I had once despised, and who despised me back, but I put on my smiley face, and tried to enjoy the party. Then it happened. The three of us were sitting on a couch when Nancy was taken away by Greg, Michelle left, leaving me alone, until Bill sat next to me, put his arm around me, and pulled me closer. I expected him to kiss me, but... "Mary," he said, "I'm quitting school. I'm moving up to the pros." We all knew that he had been scouted, but..."They made me an offer that I just cannot refuse!" He brushed my hair back, then, "Mary, I want you to come with me." I was speechless! Bill had virtually asked me to marry him! "Bill! I...what are you saying? You want me to come with you, so does that mean you want to get married?!" He looked down at the floor, then back at me. "Well, that wasn't what I had in mind Mary. I was thinking that..." "No Bill," I said, "I have to finish school first, and besides that, I'm not going to live together with you...I can't," That much was true, I wasn't a woman, and he would find that out rather quickly. "I'm not...No Bill, I can't!" I got up, grabbed my purse, and ran out of the building, tears filling my eyes. I knew that even if I were a real girl I would not quit school, my future rested on finishing, but I wasn't a girl, and that made it worse. I had feelings for Bill that I had never experienced before, and in the jumble of emotions I felt right then, I wanted to...I guess I didn't know what I wanted. I started walking home, going three whole blocks before a car pulled up and stopped in front of me. It was Nancy. "Get in Mary," she said, "I'll take you home." On the way, "Bill asked me to live with him Nancy, he's quitting school for the pros!" "And if you did," she replied, "he would find out the truth, right?" I nodded my head yes. "Have you ever considered that he might just be in love with you? Maybe, if you told him, you two could work it out!" "Yeah, maybe," I said with a pout, "but he might also beat me to a pulp, then tell everyone. Where would that leave me? I would be worse off than before!" "Maybe," Nancy said with some sadness, "but then again, maybe not. Let me talk to him and see how he feels about you...okay?" "Okay," I said, just as she pulled up in front of my house. Nancy did talk to Bill, but in the end, I stayed in college while he moved on with his life. Later, both Nancy and Michelle told me that they had found ways to satisfy Greg and Ray, and their relationships were doing fine. However, we all faced the same problem, we were still really boys. They left and I sunk into depression which was made only slightly better when Mom told me that she was getting married to Ken. Whatever happened, I would have to cope with my dismay alone. As the days became weeks, then months, I dated a few other guys, but I never let anyone get close enough to hurt me again. Mom had realized something was wrong, and asked me about it. Not willing to tell her that I felt like a failure once again, I kept silent, letting my personal torment lead me downward. That lasted until mom finally dragged me into my bedroom, sat me on the bed, and demanded to know what was wrong. It was the very last thing I could take, and broke down. I ranted at the unfairness of it all, first I was a boy that never managed to be accepted, then I was a girl that was not only accepted, but sought after by guys. Then I find one that likes me enough to ask me to live with him, and I can't! My skin was smooth and silky soft, I had my own boobs, grown to a full B cup, a small waist and a nicely rounded butt, and I looked better than some real girls as a matter of fact. But I was still a boy, and there wasn't anything I could do about it. Sure, I looked like a girl, smelled, acted and talked like a girl, I even have two thirds of the right parts, but I wasn't a girl, and I told her that I thought that I was right back where I started from. I knew what I could do for a guy to make him...happy, but anything more than that? No, and we both knew it. Mom tried to tell me it would be okay, but she and Ken had spent a lot of time at his house, and I knew they were doing the boy girl thing together, all while I struggled with the very idea that I too wanted to be able to be with a man. In the beginning I never thought it would be possible for me to feel this way about another guy. Hell, I never thought that I could become a girl! But both had happened. Summer was just a week away, and I would be starting my Junior year in the fall, my most important year, as it would set up my schedule for the final two years plus my Masters work. I had no idea what I would do over the summer, but mom told me that Ken had asked if I would work for him. It was a small consolation, but I agreed, then she said... "Ken might be able to help you honey, he has a lot of connections." "Mom!" I almost screamed. "You told him about me?!" "How could I not tell him? Think about it Mary! He thought that you were a girl, so what would have happened if you needed to go to the hospital, or had an accident? If he and I got married, he would find out anyway, so I thought it better to tell him myself rather than have him find out some other way. You have to see that I'm right Mary, I am, and you know it." There was no denying it, mom was right, as usual, but I didn't feel any better. "I'm going to call Ken and ask him to come over. We'll explain things to him...together, and see what he says...okay?" I glumly nodded my head yes. Ken took what we told him calmly, even smiling a few times. Mom and I started at the beginning, then all the way to that moment. Then, when I was reduced to less than nothing in my shame, he came over, took me into his arms, and simply held me. Then he said that he played golf with someone that could help, and if I wanted, he would make the arrangements. I had no recourse but to agree. "I never had any daughters," Ken told me, "and I'm looking forward to having you join the family as my one and only daughter, so we won't have any more of this talk about "being less than nothing," because you are a wonderful girl, and I couldn't ask for a better daughter." Ken made the arrangements, but I had to wait almost three weeks to see him. In the mean time, both Michelle and Nancy had told me that they had spent the night with Greg and Ray, managing to sleep with the guys without letting out their secret. I could imagine what they did. That act caused the three of us to drift further apart as they concentrated on their guys, which still left me all alone. Jeff and I went out a few times, but that didn't work, and neither of us thought it would. On the appointed day, I went to see the doctor, who had a really hard time believing my story, but after an examination, with a stunned look on his face, he finally agreed with me. When I told him about the single shot I had taken, he made a few phone calls, then turned to face me. "In most cases, when a person quits taking hormones their body will try to revert to its original state. But the shot you took has changed you in more ways than a simple hormone shot. The effects are permanent Mary. Even if you decided to try and become a male again, the natural state of your body is that of a woman now, and would always try to revert to it. Since there is no doubt about that, there is only one question. Do you want to be a complete woman?" One question, and only one answer. He made the arrangements, and two weeks later it was done. I spent a month wobbling around from the surgery, then it began to get better, and by the time I started working for Ken a week after the surgery, and for the very first time, I felt completely at ease with myself. I had no reason to hide, cowering in fear of discovery, yet always wanting to be everything female at the same time. Now I had it all, and no matter how painful it had been, I was elated. Mom and Ken got married that fall. I was her Maid of Honor of course. When they left for the honeymoon Jeff and I stayed together, just for company. Bill called me about a month after school started, telling me he had been dumped from the team, and he had enrolled back in college. Jeff snickered when I got off the phone, telling me I was a love struck little girl. He was probably right. Two months later the doctor told me I could function just like any other girl, and gave me the green light. As often as I had said no to it before, Bill found out just how much of a woman I was that weekend. I mean, it wasn't my fault, I just had to know if everything worked, and Bill was handy. It was wonderful by the way. I did not tell anyone what I had done, not even Michelle and Nancy, but they found out anyway. Bill must have said something to Greg and Ray. They asked, I demurred, and gratefully, they did not push it. I later graduated from college, with Bill one term after that. I went to work for Ken, who owned a high tech company while Bill went on to teach high school English. Nancy and Michelle both finished their transition after graduation, and to this day we are still friends. For three guys that defined the word nerd, we managed to change our lives for the better, and for myself, I have never looked back. I have to go now, Bill is coming home, and I have this cute little outfit I think he'll like...I hope so!