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The Promotion Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I have to admit it. I looked pretty damned good! I didn't think it was possible, but my sister had helped me get ready, and under her guidance, I came out looking like a doll! Not as cute as Claire of course, but close! I had on a black sheath dress with gold and black earrings, a gold necklace, and shiny black heels. Under that I wore a pair of black panties, a lacy corsolet that held up the breast forms and stockings. My hair, which was only medium in length had been redone in a very nicely short but very feminine way, and with the makeup, I, as well as my sister were both shocked at how I looked. Claire and I were both at a cabaret show with some friends, and saw a female impersonator that was simply fantastic. There wasn't one gesture, look, action or detail that was in the slightest bit masculine, yet we all knew it was a man. By the time we got home, Claire had decided that I would look just as good, and told me that she wanted me to try it. You can imagine my reaction to that, I said no almost immediately. Then mom got involved. Claire, with her big mouth, mentioned what we had seen, then told mom that she thought that I could do it, adding that she thought that I would look just as good as the guy we had seen. It took both of them almost three days to wear me down, and in the end, I found myself covered in goo and shaving everything. It took Claire about two hours to complete my transformation, but when she was done and I finally took a look at myself, I had to swallow my pride agree with her. I didn't look to bad at all! She insisted, so I plodded down the stairs to show mom what I looked like, walking into the kitchen with Claire, only to see mom sitting there with a woman that we didn't know! Claire held my arm as the woman stood up. "Claire, Sally, this is Mrs. Hopkins. She is the new head of the department I work in. She was transferred here when we were bought out. She was kind enough to stop by for a chat and some coffee." We were all introduced, then Claire and I left the room, with me wanting to change as quickly as possible, but, as Claire pointed out, with Mrs. Hopkins there, I couldn't just go change, then show up as a guy. It would make her wonder about all of us. Without a word Claire opened the front door, led me outside and to her car, telling me that we could just drive around for a while, waiting until Mrs. Hopkins left. It did seem like the only viable solution, and while I didn't like it, it did have some sense to it. We stayed away about an hour, then Claire called home on her cell phone, heard it was clear, and drove us home. Mom looked at me closely, smiled as she sat down, then a frown appeared on her face when she looked at me. "I have bad news honey. Mrs. Hopkins is throwing a party for her employees, so she can meet everyone, and she has invited the families to come along. She now thinks that I have two daughters, and since she had actually seen you both, there isn't much I could say to deny it, nor could you show up as my son!" "I don't have to go mom. I could skip it, and probably will, since dressing as a girl isn't my thing. We all know that this was just a one time thing so see how I would look!" "I know that honey, but she was very taken by the way you both looked, and well, she told me her son and his friend would be at the party, and asked me to see if I could induce you both to be there. I only told her that I would ask, but she seemed very eager that you be there. I think that she is trying to find someone for her son, and by having two girls about his age there, both daughters of an employee, it wouldn't seem to be a setup...to anyone." Mom paused, then slumped in her chair as she added... "She was also here to tell me that I am on the short list to be promoted, then added that having, and I quote, 'your two lovely daughters there will mean so much to me, and the executives will also like it since they too are all family oriented.' That brings me back to you," mom said as she looked directly at me, adding, "You do not have to do this, not even for me, but..." "I get the picture," I said, "you need me to be Sally at this shindig, or you might not get promoted...right?" "That's about it," she said, then, "but again, I'll tell you right now that you do not have to do this, for me or anyone else. It's entirely up to you." Claire and went to her bedroom so that I could change, but once we got there, Claire shut the door and stood facing me. "You have to do it you know, you can't let mom down, not after all she has done for us!" "I know I said, it's just that I'm not sure about all this!" "Look", Claire said, "we have more than a whole week before the party, right? Why not get you all fixed up every day between now and then? That way you'll get used to the clothes, how to walk and so on, then we'll go to the party, have a good time, and come home with mom! It'll be easy!" "You're forgetting about Mrs. Hopkins son and his friend. Remember what mom said? She wanted us there so that we can "accidentally," meet them. To me, that sounds like we, you and I, will have to let them know we're not interested. It'll be easy for me to say it, if my tongue still works by then!" "So..." Claire asked me, "you'll do it then?" "I guess," I said reluctantly, "but I'm only doing this for mom, not because I like wearing dresses...understand?" "You got it Sally! Now, let's get you out of that dress and into a skirt and blouse." I'm 16, Claire is 18, and while she has a knockout figure, I never really expected to have any shape at all when I slipped that dress on for the first time. Claire weighs maybe 125, while I weigh in at a hale 140, I'm an inch taller than her, and a little wider, which made it all that more surprising that I could even get her clothes on. But Claire told me that women's clothes are cut so may different ways, that by carefully selecting what I wear, it wouldn't be that hard to supply me with clothes. The skirts would be a little higher on my legs, and my arms a tad longer, but other than that, she told me she didn't see any problems. Silly girl had no idea just how hard it was going to be for me to do this! I mean, I'm a guy! Guys don't wear dresses, at least, not any that I know, yet by dint of accidental circumstance and my mothers need, I had committed myself to becoming a girl for the party. The skirt, as Claire had pointed out, was a bit shorter on me, while the top merely accented my bustline. By the time I had changed, I was resigned to doing this for mom, although I had lots of reservations about it. One screw up, and we would all be in trouble, with mom's job, and my reputation on the line! Claire did not seem to be concerned as she left me standing there all alone. I finally went to the kitchen where mom was sitting with Claire. As I walked in I was completely aware of the way that skirt was swirling around my legs, and while it wasn't that bad, along with my bouncing boobs, I felt as if I were a stranger to myself. Mom didn't say a word as I sat down, but I could see the concern written on her face. I tried to make light of my predicament, telling her that I would not do this for anyone but her, and added that I was glad to do it if it helped her. But we all knew that I could say no, and nothing would be said about it. Yet I had said that I would do it, so the only question that remained was "could I do it well enough?" "You don't have to do this," mom said to me, "and while I really appreciate that you want to help me, this could lead to some complications well past this one party. For instance, what if her son, or his friend take a liking to you? She has our number, and he could easily call, or worse, come over! Then, at the level I would be promoted to, I would be expected to attend a lot of dinner parties as well as host a few of them, and I know for a fact that many of the older children of the executives are also invited to them. What if that happens?" Mom put her hand on mine, then added, "honey, if you do this for me, and based on what I see, I have a lot of confidence that you'll do it well, but there might be times in the future that I'll need you to appear as Sally again. Can you do that? Would you do that?" "Mom," I said, ignoring her question, "how in the hell did you come up with that name?! Sally? Geesh!" "It just popped out, sorry. But, if you like, we can change it...we can tell everyone that it's just a name I use because...your real name is the same as...my mothers. How about that?" "Katherine?" I said. "I like that! Katherine...what?" "I don't know," mom said, "you pick it." "Cherise?" I said slowly. "Katherine Cherise...sounds nice." "Does this mean that you'll do it?" Claire asked..."Because, if you are, then we might want to invest in some...help for you." "Like what?" Mom asked. "Oh, a padded pantybrief to start with, and positively, better breast forms. The ones she is using now are those really old ones I had when I was...younger, and we even then we had to pad them to fill out the bra! I think that Kathy needs to be able to wear anything, at any time, if she is going to do this, and since we all agreed that she will have to spend this entire week as a girl just to have a good chance of pulling this off, then, if it helps, it'll be worth the expense, whatever it is." They both looked at me with a question on their faces, and I hesitantly nodded my head yes, unaware of what I was getting into, yet still eager to help mom in any way that I could. After our dad died, she worked two jobs to keep us together, and I knew that only now was she reaping the rewards of all that hard work. There was no way I could say no. That night as I undressed, I realized just how easy it had been for me to look like a girl, and hoped that I could manage to continue, long enough to get mom promoted. In the morning Claire once again helped me with the makeup and did my hair while I managed to dress myself. I wore that same skirt and top, but with flats instead of heels. Claire and I went to that same cabaret, found the owner, who after we explained things to him, he graciously gave us the number of that female impersonator we saw. Claire called, told him what we needed to do, and he gave her the name of a shop, telling her that the woman that ran the place was very discrete. After a short drive, we walked into a small shop where I met the owner, JoAnn. Because of what the man had told us, I was up front with her, telling her that I had to be able to, as Claire said it, ," wear anything, at any time," all without detection. Claire told her why I was dressing as a girl, which made JoAnn smile. She took me into her backroom, but told Claire that she might as well come back in a few hours. "since to do this right takes time, and Kathy certainly deserves my best effort." She didn't like it, but Claire left, promising me that she would be back in three hours. JoAnn was very clear about what she had to do, and while I was embarrassed, I did as she told me, and stripped right to my panties, which was strange enough, but when Joann told me to strip, she meant "all"! Using lasers, a computer, and her talent, I watched as JoAnn created a pair of breast forms that looked so lifelike that it was eerie. When she was done with them, she used some sort of chemical that smelled like mint, rubbing it all over my chest, making it tingle. Then, using an adhesive, she positioned the breasts on my chest, holding them in place for maybe a minute. When she let go, they didn't fall off, and I could feel the new weight on my chest. They felt exactly like skin, and there was no detectable seam that I could find. JoAnn seemed to be very pleased, but told me to stay right there while she got the "other," item for me. I had no idea what she was talking about. "This," JoAnn said, "is the state of the art in vaginal panties Kathy. The computer figured out what shape you should be, and while we were attaching the breast forms, created this." She held it up, and I gasped when I saw it. There in her hands was a perfectly natural looking...panty. "All I have to do now is get the coloring right. Stand over there while I do that will you please?" When I had it on, I had wider hips, a rounder and more pronounced butt, and there wasn't the slightest sign that I had ever been a male! The panty was complete with hair that matched the color of my own, and would require that I sit to use the bathroom. It was a surely a wonderful bit of engineering that allowed all that. JoAnn had me take it down after the fitting, then I was coated with that minty stuff again, and the same adhesive was used to hold it in place. As I got dressed it was evident that I no longer needed any padding, and felt very comfortable. Although this girl thing was only for a week or so, all of a sudden I not only looked, but felt just like a natural girl! When I was done getting dressed, JoAnn sat me down and told me how to take care of myself, including all of my new parts, telling me that the adhesive was the very best, and would hold everything in place for up to three months without any failure! Before I could speak, she also told me about the special advantages of the panty I had on, how I could, and would, function just like a normal girl. She told me that I was going to start having periods, just like any other girl my age! That left me speechless. When she was done, I reminded her that this was only supposed to last a week, which made her laugh! "Kathy, darling, I have yet to have even one customer come in here, buy everything you have, then remove them after only one week! Not one! Once you lads find out how much fun it is being a girl, it has been my experience that most of them find themselves remaining as girls for a very long time, some forever! Now, if, after a week, you still want them off, you come in and I'll remove them. But they are very expensive, and doing that will probably ruin them, so don't make that decision quickly. Think about it. Okay?" "Nobody?" I asked. "Not one," she responded. By the time Claire returned I had gotten used to having bigger, heavier breasts, and while Claire said that I looked better, I did not tell her about the panty. I paid the bill with a credit card, then we left the shop. On the way to the car, I casually mentioned that the bra I had on was tight, telling Claire that JoAnn said I wore a 36B, which was almost as big as Claire was. She didn't say a word, merely driving to the mall. My education about women's clothes was meager at best, but when we went in that lingerie shop to buy some bras, the woman that ran the place insisted that she "fit me", and just to tweak Claire a bit, I agreed. I tried on three different bras before the woman told me what to buy, which I did. I bought three bras, one plain white, one lacy black with a demi cup, and one in peach that was lace trimmed. I also picked up some more panties and two corsolets while we were there. By then Claire was bursting to know how I managed to be fitted for a bra, "Without that woman saying anything." I told her that maybe, if she was good, I would tell her later. By then, I was really getting into tweaking Claire's nose, and played up my being a girl, neglecting, or maybe forgetting what JoAnn had told me about all of her other customers. But Claire caught on quickly, and decided that my breast forms had to be good enough to fool a bra fitter, and dragged me into a big department store, telling me that I should have a few skirts, blouses, and dresses of my own, plus a pair of shorts and shoes of my own. And that's exactly what happened. By the time we left the store, I had a couple of dresses, three skirts, four blouses and two tops, a pair of very short shorts, some tops, plus heels in black and white and flats in taupe and black. As we wandered through the mall, she suggested that I get my ears pierced, since almost every girl my age has them, which I did, then we stopped at a makeup store where I had my makeup done by a pro, then bought everything she used on me. By the time we left the shop I knew without any doubt that as far as looks went, I could become a girl and hold my own. After that, things got a lot shakier. The minute we stepped into the house I raced to my room, anxious to try on the extra short shorts and a top, the one with the thin straps. I was down to my bra and panties when Claire opened the door with a bang. "Okay sister dear, tell me how you managed all that!" I looked up, and without a word undid the bra and let it fall to the floor, then, while Claire was gaping, I slipped my panties to the floor and stood facing her as I stepped out of the panties. "Holy shi...! How did she do that?! Does it...I mean, can you...do you have to take it off to..." "Claire!" I said rather sharply. "I can't tell you how she did it, I'm not completely sure, but if you can keep a secret..." "Hell yes! Tell me!" Claire sounded excitedly frantic. "JoAnn told me that if I'm careful, I can function just as any normal girl does, and yes, I have to use the bath the same way you do. The downside is that I can't get it off for three months, and well, she told me that I'll start having periods! The panty, and the breast forms are so expensive that I'll have to leave them on or waste the money. But, as you can see, they are perfect." "I guess!" Claire said a little loudly. "But...we both start back to school in a little more than two months! Just how did you plan on hiding those? You can't strap those babies down to hide them Kathy, and someone will certainly find out why you use the stall every time you use the restroom! They certainly make you look like a girl, and I doubt anyone could tell, but..." As I pulled the panties back on... "JoAnn said that she can get them off, but it would most likely destroy them. I could have her do it and I can return to school as my old self!" I finished dressing, and saw that the shorts were just tight enough to reveal the fact that I had no extras in my panties, and the way that top fit, well, I was a busty girl. I put on my gym shoes, then Claire and I went to start dinner. As we worked I began to feel a stronger bond with Claire, closer than before, maybe like sisters would have, and I liked it. I also liked the way I looked. It wasn't as if there was some huge revelation, dressing as a girl had been a prank that went awry, and while I didn't mind, I had come to feel very comfortable as a girl, especially when I saw my naked self in the mirror. Claire even mentioned that I was beginning to act like a girl, all without any instructions. It's strange how a person can adapt to new situations, maybe scared at first, but come to feel as if everything was just fine. That's how I felt. Fine. By the time mom got home, Claire had got me to admit that I liked being a girl...sort of. When mom saw me, her mouth dropped open, then she stood in front of me and demanded that I tell her how I managed to look the way I did, so I told her. "You what!?" Mom almost screamed. "Three months? As a girl? Just how complete do you mean when you say complete?" "She means," Claire butted in, "like you and me mother, exactly like you, me, and any other woman in the world. Complete, as in all parts working, just like ours, including having a period!" Claire stressed the word "all", letting mom know that I could have sex with a guy if I wanted to. JoAnn had also implanted some small packets of fake blood that would simulate a period, but since mom was getting it all, I mentioned it, which is when mom flopped into a chair. "Katherine Cherise," mom said in the tone she uses when she's angry at you, "you are either the biggest ass in the world, or you like being a girl so much that anything less than perfection won't do! Now, which is it?" Mom never use both of our names unless she was really really angry at us, and since she used my girl names, both of them, I knew that there was only one answer that would stop her from slowly removing my hide on tiny strip at a time, so rather than stress that I did it for her, I gave her a white lie. "I like it mom, I really didn't think I would, but once I tried it, I felt as if a light came on, and I knew that I just had to be a girl from now on!" I was hoping that my blatant lie would pass without comment, so I added a little fuel to the fire. "Really mom, it's true. Inside, I'm a girl." "I see," mom said. "Then I suppose that we can get rid of all of you boy clothes then? After all, you'll need the room for a new wardrobe won't you?" No matter what I said, I was about to dig an even deeper hole than the one I was already in, so I kept silent, but part of what I had told mom was true. I did like being a girl. All of the rest was either accidental, like the adhesive, or newly discovered, but most of what I said had been bluster, just to cover what I felt, that, and my own ineptitude. Mom didn't bring it up again until after the dishes were done. That's when she told me that she thought I had made a mistake having everything glued on, but since I obviously liked being a girl, I had admitted it, and now looked like one, she told me that I would just have to start school like I was, and if I could manage as a boy with boobs, that was fine with her. Or, I could start as a girl, which meant that I would have to finish that way, which was an entire year! There was no doubt about it, what had started as a way to help mom had, because of my bravado, become a lifestyle. I had dug a deep hole for myself, with my very own little shovel. Later that night mom came into my room, then asked me to undress so she could see for herself just how realistic my new parts were. I quickly stripped, letting everything fall to the floor. I stood there naked as I could get while mom looked me over, even touching my left breast. When she did that I jumped back, stunned because I had felt it! Mom poked me in the butt, and I felt that as well, and I knew that there was something that JoAnn forgot to tell me. Still naked, I took the papers out of my purse, and we quickly scanned through them. Mom saw it before I did. After reading it, we both stood back, staring at each other. Then I began to giggle, with mom joining me almost at once. You see, that minty stuff? Well it acted like an electrical mesh, working with the forms to allow the sensation of touch! I showed mom where it said the menstrual packets could be renewed, then she sat on the bed while I slipped on my panties. "I'm sorry honey," mom said, "you're not an ass, and I know that this started as a way to help me, but..." "Mom," I interrupted, "it's okay, truth be told, I do kind of like being a girl. It's not my thing of course, I mean, I wasn't compelled to do this, but it's not as bad as all that, and if it helps you, then that's all that matters! You know how I feel about that, if you need help from me and I can do it, I would never say no! Claire and I had a lot of fun shopping today, which, along with these," I pointed at my boobs, "made a very large dent in your credit line. Shopping, well, it was like Claire and I became...closer somehow. I didn't expect to feel this way mom, really! What I said earlier, well, that was a white lie. I never felt like a girl inside, I only said that to make you feel better. I didn't think about it but, I guess I don't have a choice, unless we want to waste all that money and have JoAnn take this stuff off of me, so if I have to, I'll start school as a girl, but I can guarantee that'll be interesting as hell, when everyone finds out that is! I just hope that I don't get my ass whipped when they do find out!" "After a little over two months as a girl?" mom said. "As a complete girl? I doubt that they would ever know, unless you tell them that is, and I know you're not quite that stupid! By then you'll be almost as much a girl as Claire is, and I suspect that you'll have plenty of boys coming around, which means that starting right now, you have a new set of rules to live by. A new curfew, a dress code just like Claire has, and new duties. Plus, I'll show you how to use tampons just like we do. You might as well get used to it if you are going to be living as a girl. As to your new duties, in the morning I want you to start the laundry. I want it all washed, folded and ironed by the time I get home. You might as well start your new duties in the morning Kathy." Mom took my hand in hers, then hugged me. "I know you were just trying to help honey, and I appreciate it, I really do, but I don't think you realize just how much you'll change." I started to deny that, but... "No dear, you'll change the way you walk and act, the clothes alone will do that, and having all of the experiences a real girl does will cause you to react differently. What I mean is, you're quite lovely, and now that you have...the body, I can't see anything stopping you from becoming more feminine in every aspect of your life, do you?" I had no answer to that. "Goodnight Kathy," mom said as she kissed me on the cheek then left my room. As I lay in bed I struggled to get used to not being able to sleep on my stomach, yet as I tossed and turned, all I thought of was that one remark mom made. About boys coming around. I have zero feelings for guys, not like Claire has anyway, and I had no intention of getting involved in any way with some guy! As for the rest, well, I didn't expect that. Hell, I didn't expect to like the way I looked as a girl! But, I was the one that freely let myself have the appliances attached, and it was me alone that didn't ask about them, or tell anyone about them until I had to. As my hands found my breasts and I caressed them, I knew that no matter what, I was going to have them for a long while, and for some reason that didn't seem to be quite as bad as I thought it would be. I'm sure it was right then, at that moment, that I knew that being a girl was going to be fun, except for having periods I mean. That was probably going to be nasty, but in the end, I had to admit to myself that I liked being a girl. When I did fall asleep, I had a smile on my face. The next morning, wearing my shorts and a blouse, I started the laundry while Claire began to clean the house. Neither of us mentioned what was going on. By the time mom came home the house sparkled, the laundry was all done, and dinner was on the table. That night mom once again came to my room, handing me a box of tampons, then told me to get undressed, it was time for my first lesson. The packets JoAnn gave me were the type that slowly dissolve when wet, which meant that the end of the tampon had to be soaked in water before I inserted it. Nothing in my life up to that point embarrassed me more than that, but mom insisted that I leave it in, and change it every day for five days. What a drag! Pardon the pun. But, it was just one more nail in the box I had made, and merely confirmed a growing sense of femininity that I was feeling. Claire and I rearranged my room, moving a few things she gave me into my closet, then she began to teach me how to do my own hair. After a few days of that I got used to it, and was able to do my own makeup and hair, then began to venture out of the house, often without Claire. The party was going to be on Sunday, so with mom's blessing, Claire and I went out to find dresses. I went along to shop with Claire, with a new understanding of myself, content that I had made the right decisions for the right reasons. I was no longer confused by the fact that I liked being a girl, I just wondered why. So, ready to embrace my own femininity with vigor, I felt carefree and alive when we left the house. Since the party was in the afternoon, Claire knew that we needed to have lightweight summer dresses that were nice, but not for an evening out, and made a suggestion that tickled my fancy to no end. What we found were a pair of dresses that were identical. White with an orchid print, they were cut straight across, leaving just the tops of our breasts showing, were fitted in the bodice and fell to just above our knees. We bought matching white choker necklaces with bracelets and earrings to match, then purses that were alike. As we walked out to the car Claire suggested that we both have our hair styled, getting the same exact cut! If she wanted to look alike, how could I resist that? At the salon they did my hair first, then Claire's. While she was having her hair done, I had my nails done, then she also had hers done and painted the same color. By the time we were finished at the salon, we looked like twins, which is exactly the look we wanted. Claire and I went home, chattering like birds. Then it happened. I felt a wetness in my panties, and at first I thought that I had an accident. When I mentioned it to Claire, she calmly told me to go check. My panties were spotted with what looked like blood, but that couldn't be! Then I realized that the time release on the packet had gone off. Pulling that tampon out was like nothing else, believe me! I put a new one in, rinsed out the panties, and went to my room. My new dress hung on the door while the rest of my stuff lay on the bed. I put on clean panties, got dressed, then went to help make dinner. That night when mom got home and saw that we had the same haircut, she shook her head as if she didn't believe it, but I saw her smiling. In the morning I took a bubblebath, used lots of skin lotion, shaved as close as I could without taking the skin, and began to get ready. Claire and I had decided to wear exactly the same things from the skin out, and I began by pulling on the white panties. Then came makeup, which by then I was pretty good at, then a quick run through with a brush, letting my hair fall into place. I wrapped the white lacy corsolet around myself, made up the hooks, then pulled on the laces to make it almost tight enough to hurt. Pulling my breasts up higher in the bra cups, I sat on the bed to pull on the very pale tan hose, securing them to the garter straps, then stepped into the single petticoat and reached for the dress. As I zipped it up I could feel the dress tightening around me, and looked in the mirror. The effect was right out of the 50's. A wide full skirt held out with a petticoat, a trim waist and full bust. Grinning, I stepped in to my white heels then put on all of my jewelry, added perfume and lipstick, put everything in the new purse, and went into Claire's room. Together the effect was stunning, and when Claire was ready, we left the room. We were in the familyroom when mom came in. She took one look and grinned at us, then grabbed her camera and took several pictures of us. Mom drove us, and when we got to the party, the three of us walking together, we went out on the patio. Heads turned, men smiled, several young women frowned, and the hostess led us to a table. "Mary!" the hostess said. "I knew the girls were pretty, but goodness! You girls are simply gorgeous!" "Thank you Alice," mom answered, "but the girls did this all on their own. I didn't even see them like this until just before we left!" We were left to find our own drinks, and as I sauntered to the buffet table I saw several young men watching me, and smiled at them. With my hands full of soft drinks, I went back to our table and sat down just as two of those very same young men arrived, smiling at Claire and I. It was like looking at the mouth of a tiger, one who's only joy would be to eat you. Mike and Bill, they introduced themselves to us, polite almost to the extreme, offering to introduce us around if we wished it. Claire bumped my leg with hers and mom nodded her head, so I stood up with Claire, watched her take Mike's hand, then I cautiously let Bill take mine. As we walked around being introduced to people, I had to remind myself to let Bill lead the way, smile, and be more like girl, more shy I guess, and a whole lot less like a guy. I felt as if Bill were treating me like an exquisite, delicate little piece of china, which was totally new to me, and would have been amusing if I didn't like it. The men stood and shook my hand while the women remained sitting, sometimes forcing a smile as their men looked at me, almost always somewhere below my face. It was unnerving when they did that, but I smiled back, said hello, and went on. I saw mom talking to a tall man with silver hair, and asked Bill to join me as I started to walk that way. "Oh!" Bill said. "I'm sorry Kathy! I thought that you knew my father! Let me introduce you." His father was holding mom's hands, smiling when we walked up. Claire was nowhere in sight. I was introduced, and if possible, the man's smile got brighter, if that was possible. "I was just telling your mother," he said, "just how much we are looking forward to having her join us in the executive suites." "You got it?" I squealed. "You got the promotion?" "Yes dear," mom said with a grin, "I got the job." I hugged her, then Bill took me by the hand back to the table we were sitting at, to join Mike and Claire. Mike was 18, the same age as Claire while Bill would be 17 in less than two weeks, which worked out I guess, because Claire was all gaga when she looked at Mike. We talked about inane things, then Bill casually asked me if I would like to be his date for his upcoming birthday party! I didn't know what to say, but Claire once again nudged me with her foot. I had sworn that I would not get involved with guys in any way, yet I quickly told Bill I would be delighted, smiling when I said it! Then Mike and Claire left, and I was alone with Bill. As I had discussed with mom and Claire, I kept to the truth about family, schools I attended and so on, I just didn't tell him that I was a guy like he was. He told me that he went to the very posh high school nearby, and stressed that he hated the uniform he had to wear. All in all, he was very nice, and not bad looking. He was about as tall as I was, and I had heels on, but his dad was quite tall, so I figured he had one more growth spurt coming, and would be tall like his dad. With Bill's casual manner and easy going wit, I slowly began to feel at home with him, and the tension I felt trying to be feminine seemed to melt away. By the time we had to leave, Bill had promised to call me, I had given him my number, and pecked him on the cheek. Neither mom nor Claire missed that last bit. I felt more alive than ever before when we left, and my reaction to what mom had said about me and boys coming around to see me didn't even come to mind. Claire squeezed my hand and smiled. Mom had gotten her promotion, the sole reason this had started to begin with, but that didn't seem to matter any more. I felt like a girl, looked like a girl, had acted like a girl, and more, I discovered that I liked being a girl more than I had ever expected. I had never experienced such intense attention before, and the way Bill made me feel about myself merely confirmed what I was already beginning to realize. My tug of war with myself was rapidly coming to an end. I had turned myself into a girl without much thought, and now I was beginning to feel as if I were always a girl! That revelation hit me like a hammer when we got home, and I was alone in my room. I looked at my reflection, asking myself what it was that made me feel that way. Nice hair, painted nails, a bustline that could be called enviable, the "new look," in my panties? Or was it more than that? I was sure that I wasn't attracted to guys before, yet Bill had managed, in a very short time, to make me feel...beautiful, feminine, and to my surprise, I was not adverse to being his date! As I changed clothes, I resolved to be the best girl that I could be. It was the only answer. Over the next week I became able to do everything for myself, and no longer needed Claire to help me, and we both got tired of staying at home, but school was going to start within a short time, and I still had to do something about my records, which is when Claire and I took a drive to get me a new drivers license. I expected a lot of trouble, but the woman merely looked at me, graded the test, and took my picture! Once she handed me the papers, I was legally a girl in the eyes of the state! Then we began shopping for school clothes, buying nothing since we didn't have the money or mom's credit card. Mom settled that when she told us that the three of us would go shopping that weekend. Mom insisted that I buy more skirts, two more dresses, slacks and jeans, plus more tops and blouses, a swimsuit, and another pair of shorts, plus slips, two more bras, along with gym shoes and heels in red and gray. Claire bought about the same for herself, while mom bought some suits because of her new job. Mom told me that while Claire and I could share some things, I should have my own clothes, which is why she spent all that money on me. I didn't complain one bit. On the day of Bill's party I once again carefully prepared, wearing that same black dress I wore for the first time. Claire had given it to me. Bill arrived right on time, and after mom took some pictures for the growing album of my new self, we left for his house. I felt myself drawn to him, yet he did not touch me at all once we were in the car. His house was huge, situated in an exclusive area, but rather than go in through the front door, he led to the back, across the patio, and into the kitchen. His mother saw us, smiled, then came over to us. I was introduced to her, then Bill took me on a short tour of the lower potion of the house. Taking my hand in his, we went back to the kitchen and helped his mother take things out on the patio. "You know," his mother said to me when we were alone, "Bill has talked about nothing else but you, every day since he met you! I think he likes you more than he thinks I know." What was I going to say to that? "He does not know Kathy, and we are not going to tell him, that will be up to you." "Tell him what?" I asked. I had no idea what she meant. "Fredrick reviewed your mother's file before she was promoted dear. Your mother has one son, and one daughter, not two girls. He told me after he promoted your mother." I was aghast that she knew my secret, and there wasn't one thing I could say that would not sound self serving, but... "If he knew, then why did he promote mom? I mean..." "Because, when he asked her about it on Monday, she told him how you came to be wearing dresses, and also, why you cannot simply quit. He told me that your mother said that you are as complete a girl as a boy can get, and you even have periods, just like we do! Now, there are very few boys that would go as far as you have for their mothers, no matter how much they loved her! Our guess is that you found out that you like being a girl. Otherwise you would not have accepted Bill's invitation to be here today." "But I...it was only...what I mean is, I don't think that I'm ever going to be..." "A boy again?" his mother interjected. "That's probably true Kathy, but you cannot hide a secret like this forever, and if you have any feelings for Bill at all, then he deserves the truth...doesn't he?" I stood there, unable to say anything. My carefully crafted image was crumbling before my very eyes, and there wasn't one thing I could do to stop it. She took my hand and led me out into the backyard, by the pool where we sat down. "Honey," she said as she took my hand in hers, "I am not saying that you cannot have affection for Bill; I'm not even saying that you cannot see him. If you are female enough to have periods, then you went to an awful lot of trouble to become a girl, and I will not say anything that makes anyone, including Bill think that you are anything but what you seem to be! All I'm saying is that if your relationship with Bill develops into more, then you have to tell him. Not now, or maybe any time soon, but..." I felt like I had been slugged. Mom had not told me about telling Bill's dad, and that left me feeling betrayed. As my anger rose up in my throat, his mother calmly watched, then said something to me that I still remember to this day. "Kathy, none of us know what life will throw in our path, which is why we all get frustrated, angry, and tired so much. But we are what we are, and nothing can change that. You didn't know about Kathy until recently, then you found out how you really feel. You cannot go backwards honey, only forward, taking each little thing as it comes along. I'll bet that you never had any feelings for boys either, then you met Bill and your life changed focus...didn't it?" I nodded my head yes, then... "Well, I have news for you. All women feel that way when they meet someone they like and who they are drawn to! Just because you started out differently than I did does not make how you feel any less important, it only means that you have to be honest with yourself." She sat back, smiled, then..."You should not be mad at your mother Kathy. She must have realized how you felt, which is why she did not tell you that Fred knew your secret. As I hear it, you have a proper drivers license now, and you're starting school as a girl in the fall, and that alone speaks volumes about how you think of yourself. Now that we have that out of the way, let me tell you about some of the guests." I listened as she told me about Beth, a distant cousin that had the hots for Bill, Nedra, an old girlfriend who's parents have more money that anyone, and is a spoiled little girl who likes to get her way, an aunt named Cheryl that is a witch first class with four stars, her husband Tim who has a terminal case of roving hands, and several others. It sounded like a trip to the zoo to me. She hugged me, told me that she hoped that Bill and I stayed friends, then we walked back into the kitchen to find Bill and his father putting the finishing touches on the food. We all took something outside, then Bill and I went into the backyard, across the lawn, to an old set of swings. Offering to push, I sat on a swing as Bill began to raise me higher and higher. Holding on with both hands, my skirt flew up, revealing my panties, but Bill was behind me and didn't see anything. His hands moved from the swing to my bottom as he gently pushed, then he moved around to the front as I my movement slowed down, almost to a stop. He reached for me and I slid off, right into his arms. "Kathy, I..." he said, then he pulled me very close and kissed me. Not gently, and with zero finesse. His tongue probed, and without a thought I let him find entry. As his hands held me in place, I found myself with my arms around his neck, returning his ardor. As his hands moved south, I stopped him, his mothers words still ringing in my ears. He looked into my eyes grinning, and I wondered once again what it was that was letting me fall prey to the femininity that was overcoming me, yet, when he kissed me again, I once again let him. There is nothing like casting aside everything you ever felt about yourself, dropping it in favor of something so alien that it sometimes scares you, yet, I wasn't scared, I was euphoric. Bill had drawn me even deeper into what I felt, and I no longer cared about the male inside, only the female that I had become. He had to know, and I had to tell him. Now was better than later, because I could always go home if he took it badly. Later would be worse, especially if we grew closer. I would rather a quick death than slowly dying in the noose of a lie. Holding him back a little..."Bill, I have something to tell you." "I know." "You know!" I asked, wondering what he knew. "Just what is it you know?" "I know that you want to rip my clothes off and ravage me right here!" "Only in your dreams Bill!" "It's a very vivid dream Kathy, very...colorful," he said with the silly grin he has. "I'm sure it is," I said, "but no. It's much more important than that." Seeing the look on my face, he and I sat on the small bench nearby. "Bill, I'm not who you think I am." "If you're not Katherine Cherise, then who are you?!" "Bill," I said, feeling the tears starting, "your mother and I talked. She said that I had to tell you." "Tell me what?" He sounded exasperated. "I'm not," I said with tears running down my face, "a...what I mean is that I can't...I'm not a complete girl! There! Are you happy now? I'm not a girl!" I ran to the house, across the patio, and into the bathroom, shutting the door as quick as I went in, ashamed of myself. My masquerade had been bared. I had only the bathroom to hide in. The knock came soon after. "Kathy? Open up...please?" It was Bill's dad. "Kathy, I would really hate to take the door down by force, so please, open it up." I waited, then... "Katherine! Open the door this minute!" It was his mother. I opened the door a crack, and saw both of them standing there looking glum. "Kathy, come out here," Bill's dad said, "you and I will go in my office and talk about this." Opening the door, he took my hand and almost dragged me into his office, shutting the French doors behind us. He motioned, and I sat down in one of the huge leather chairs. "It seems that we have a problem here, doesn't it?" "I can't stay," I said, "I told Bill." "Yes, we know that. Bill is in his room right now, with the door shut. He won't talk to us. But the reason we are talking is because you think that everyone sold you out. Well that isn't what happened, and I'll bet you know that's the truth!" he sat back in his chair. "Kathy, your mother was quite open with me. She told me that what started out as a way to help her backfired when you found out that you liked being a girl. That's fine. Marion and I have no problem with that. Everyone should be themselves, and we respect your decision. But Bill is upstairs in his room, angry I'll bet, while you're down here terrified that he might hurt you, and angry at yourself because you think that we all hate you, or maybe you're angry that you aren't a real girl. Either way, he's up there and you're down here, which solves nothing. You two need to talk this out and reach some kind of understanding. Is there anything you want to tell me?" When I hesitated, "anything said in this room stays with the people in this room Kathy, it's a rule I have." "I'm...I like...Bill he..." "Take your time Kathy." "I am a girl! I can't help it if I got the wrong plumbing to start with!" "If you," he responded with a smile. "really are a girl, then you'll go up those stairs, find Bill, and let him know that!" He grinned, then, "You're mother told me that you can...well, I expect you to be a good girl if you go up to Bill's room. Can I get that promise from you?" "Yes," I said meekly. "Then go find Bill and convince him, not me honey. It's time that this emotional roller coaster you're on came to rest, and the only way to do that is to face the problem head on." "You don't care that I'm not a girl?" "I care that Bill finds someone to love, whether man or woman, as long as he's happy. No go! Before I change my mind!" He opened the door, pointed out the stairway, told me what room Bill was in, then left me to make the climb. I looked up, my hand on the railing, wishing that I was somewhere else. Every emotion I had, each feeling, had been through the wringer in the space of just a few minutes, leaving me with no choice but to walk up those stairs and see Bill, or go home and wallow in my own self pity. Mom had warned me about this and I had ignored her, confident that guys were not my thing. Now, as my left foot reached the first step, I knew just how wrong I had been. I reached the top, exhausted, not from the climb, but from the anticipation. I found the room, drew in deeply, then knocked on the door. Bill yanked it open with a bang and stood facing me. Neither of us spoke for a moment. "Bill, let me..." "Explain? Explain what? That you're a guy? You let me kiss you!" "Yes," I said, drawing on my last bit of nerve. "I did, and I would do it again." I walked right up to him, and with inches between us, "I was a guy, like you once upon a time, but something happened, and now I'm a girl! I can prove it if you like, and maybe one day I will, but I promised your dad that I wouldn't...at least right now! I am a girl in almost every way, and while I cannot have children, that does not make me any less a girl!" "You let me think otherwise," he said angrily, "you let me...then we..." "Yes," I said with a smile, "I let you kiss me, and we both liked it...a lot! Just when was I supposed to tell you that I wasn't a real girl? When we first met? That was a party to get my mother promoted, not make you happy!" "But I..." He moved closer while I stood my place. Then he took me into his arms and kissed me again. His hand slid up to my breast, and I let him caress me there for a moment before I moved back a little. "Satisfied?" I asked with a smile, "Or do I have to change into my swimsuit right here, in front of you?" "Change," he said with a smile, but I kissed him again, took his hand, then the two of us started for the stairs. Bill never left my side as I met everyone, including the spoiled girl Nedra, the cousin Beth, the witch Cheryl, and Tim, who started to touch me until I gave him a dirty look. All of them were as advertised, and I had to wonder just how someone like Bill had gotten stuck with a bunch of neurotics like that in the family tree, but, as they say, you can pick your friends, not your family. Beth was giving nothing but evil looks when she watched Bill and I together, Nedra was demanding better food, while Tim was busy watching several other friends that Bill had invited. It was clear from the start that the other girls stayed away from Bill because of me, and the guys, while polite, never once hit on me. Bill and I were a couple, and as the afternoon went on we both realized it. Later, after the food, some wanted to use the pool, so Bill and I went to change, with him offering me the use of his room, while he was till in it of course. I declined and joined the ladies. That's when his mother got a chance to see me naked for the first time, and with a smile I pulled on the suit, grabbed my towel, and went out to the pool area. It was late by the time everyone left, and Bill and I, still in our suits, sat with our feet in the water. Everything about that moment gave me the chills as I felt myself ready to lay under him and be the woman he wanted me to be, but I couldn't do that. Instead, when he pulled me to my back, I let him caress me almost everywhere. When the outside lights clicked on, I changed, then went home. Mom was waiting for me when I walked in. "I'm sorry," she said without preamble, "I should have talked to you first, but, it just happened." My anger had passed, Bill and I had resolved at least some of our problems, and mom had been promoted, which was the object. I said nothing as I sat down across from her. "Marion called me," mom said, "and she told me what happened today. For that I am truly sorry Kathy." "It's okay mom, we worked it out." "That's what Marion said." "Mom," I said with a serious tone, "I'm not going to be a boy ever again, I know that now, so..." "Let's take things one at a time honey. I will call an attorney on Monday and get your name changed and we can go from there. Okay?" "Okay mom...and thanks." On the first day of school I was well past worrying about being discovered, ever since the Sunday after Bill's birthday party. He and I went for a drive that ended up at the State park. He parked overlooking the huge lake, then we set out a picnic basket and watched the boats sailing by. One thing led to another, and once my bra had been released, it was over for me. I let him slide my shorts down, then after a short moment of great discovery, he took me. Twice. As I got dressed, I felt relieved in many ways, I had proven that I could satisfy him as well as myself. He led me to feel as if there was nothing I shouldn't do, and the minute I touched his member, I knew he was right. Like a pair of lovebirds, we stayed out on the peak for long hours, talking, making love, eating, and simply enjoying the sun. So, by the time I enrolled in school, I was well and truly a girl in everything except for the real body. JoAnn secured the items for me at the end of the month, and once again I was Kathy for three months. Claire knew that Bill and I had done something, but I would not tell her, and that drove her crazy trying to find out. Over the course of the next month, I became just another student, joining several girlfriends in Home Ec, learning to sew, which I wanted to be able to do. Bill and I saw each other only on the weekends, but it was fun every time, and my status never came up again, although he did ask me to wear a school girls uniform once. I looked twelve and he acted 40, so I quickly took it off. Our mother's saw a lot of each other, and I'm sure they compared notes, although Bill and I were careful not to give away our...experiences. By the time Christmas arrived it was clear that I wanted to start in a program that would allow me to become a real female, and mom's health care would even pay for it, but mom would have to sign the papers, and I was afraid to ask her. On Christmas morning, as we sat around the tree opening our gifts, mom handed me an envelope. Opening it was an appointment card with one of the very best specialists in the country! I had the appointment, which led to a regimen of drugs that slowly began to change my body, making it conform to the standards of a female. It was a long time coming, but during the next summer I had the breast forms removed, using my own breasts instead. Smaller, they were none the less, my own, and I was proud of them. The rest came after I graduated. Bill joined the navy, attending the USNA while I went to State. Claire went away to Central, met a guy, and was seriously talking about marriage, which, in my opinion, was a mistake, but it was her life, and I stayed out of it. Mom got promoted again, met a guy, and now she is dating. What happened to me was unexpected, terrifying at times and more than emotional, but I would not trade any of it to go back to being a guy, not one thing. See, I like being a woman, and I am. I guess I always was.