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I Should Have Known by: Janet L. Stickney [email protected] "You should at least try it honey. Believe me, you'll make a beautiful girl!" "Mooom!" "Well, you're the one that waited so long to get set up for this party that all the good costumes are gone. By doing this, I don't have to buy much, since we can use some of my things and some of your sisters. Now go in your room and we'll see how you look." Mom was right. There was a huge party at the country club, with huge prizes, a big dinner, a band and all that. I wanted to go because it was always a great party, but I kept putting off getting a costume until, you guessed it, it was too late. Mom and I had spent a whole day looking around for a suitable costume, and found nothing. Since everyone would be working hard to win, I had to have a costume that was a whole lot better than just average, just to have any chance at all! Mom was adamant about me trying this girl thing, and while it wasn't high on my list of things to be dressed up as, but since I had put off getting a costume for so long, I really didn't have a choice, unless I decided not to go. With a bit more grumbling, I followed mom to my room. "Since," mom said, "we as a family always do well at this party, I expect you to go along and not fight me on this. Your sister won just two years ago, and I think that you can win this year. So, first things first. I want you to strip and let me check to see how much body hair you have, and I'll take a few measurements at the same time." Well, embarrassed or not, mom stood there until I was down to my briefs, then she began to carefully check me all over for hair, which at age 15, was still very sparse. Mom took a bunch of measurements, then told me to get dressed. As she started to leave my room she turned, and casually mentioned that she thought that I would make a beautiful girl, maybe even a bride! I started to say something when she added, in that off hand tone she uses, that in the entire history of this particular party, there had never been someone dressed as a bride, and maybe now was as good a time as any to start. As she left, I wondered why, on one hand, she said I could use my sisters stuff, then, on the other, tell me I was going to be a bride! Lisa was only a year older than I am, and she had never been a bride. I had no idea what mom had in mind. I only knew that I didn't want to be dressed up as a girl, especially a bride. Unfortunately, it didn't look like I would have a choice. Mom never mentioned it again, until Friday night that is, when she told me that she had something that would remove all the hair on my body, and after that, she had a few things for me to try on. Great I thought, now I would be the laughing stock in gym. But mom cut me no slack at all, and on that Friday afternoon, I found myself virtually naked, covered with some foul smelling lotion. I had on my thong brief, which allowed mom to cover almost every part of my anatomy. After a short wait, I jumped in the shower without removing my thong, and saw little hairs starting to cover the drain. Using a washrag, the rest fell away, then I realized that my skin was smooth and hairless. I shaved and washed my hair like she told me, then went back to my room, wrapped in a towel, feeling really naked, and totally geeky. The very first thing I saw was that pair of pink panties hanging from her finger. After my shower I looked in the mirror, and saw that my first observation was true. The only hair I had on my body were my eyelashes, the hair on my head, my eyebrows, and a little in my groin. Feeling more than a little naked, I grabbed the panties and quickly pulled them on. They offered almost no coverage since they were so thin, but it was better than nothing. Without a word she took my hand, then led me into my sister Lisa's room, sat me at the vanity, and began to brush out my hair, which she then held back with an elastic. Then she started in with the makeup. I was able to watch mom as she put foundation, then powder on my face, which she followed with eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara, then blusher. When she was done with that, she put some rollers in my still damp hair and had me stand up. I felt more like a geek than ever before. The next item on her agenda was what she called a corselet. I recognized it as one of my sister's. It was all white, and didn't look that intimidating, because after all, it was just some satin and lace plus a few straps. Until mom began to fasten the hooks that is. As my waist began to shrink I looked in the mirror and saw that my chest was being compressed, filling the bra cups, leaving me with what looked like some modest breasts! When she was done with the hooks I thought she was done, but no. She pulled on the laces making the corselet even smaller! As my waist compressed, my chest also began to rise, and I gasped at what I saw in the mirror. Hardly able to breathe, mom acted as if nothing was wrong. I was shocked at the way that corselet made me look! I had more than ample cleavage, created by the swelling of my chest, and my once manly waist was now compressed, giving me sort of an hourglass figure! Mom had me sit on the bed while she rolled the white hose up each leg, then made them secure to the garter tabs, then standing up, I once again looked in the mirror, and had to swallow hard. I had a full bra, with cleavage to match, a narrow waist with rounder hips, and long, sexy legs. "I want to try the dress on now, that way I'll have time to make whatever alterations are necessary. Just stand still." Within minutes I was standing there in a sea of white satin and lace, every inch of my newly created cleavage on display! Mom helped me get the heels on, which were white of course. As I stood there, my face all made up, my hair pulled back and my boobs on display, I had short, fleeting, ugly thought. "Damn! She looks great!" But I kept that to myself of course, no sense adding fuel to mom's fire. Using pins, mom marked the dress where she said it needed to be altered, then helped me out of it. I was ready to get changed, but she handed me a skirt and blouse to wear, then stood there while I put them on. After that wedding dress, it was like wearing almost nothing, and my legs were once again on display, since the hem of the skirt was above my knees. "Just where?" I asked her. "Did you get that wedding dress? You said that I would be wearing some of Lisa's clothes, but she doesn't have a wedding dress!" "That is exactly true! I said that you would be wearing 'some' of her clothes, and you were. That corselet for example is hers." "But I thought you meant..." "You thought I meant something like what you have on now, but I also told you that since nobody had ever done it before, you were going to be a bride. This dress was on sale, it was your size, and well, I just couldn't resist! This is actually your own wedding dress!" I started to say something when she raised her hand. "Come with me." Back at Lisa's vanity, mom fixed my hair in a very feminine way. "Now you can come help me with dinner. You can set the table. I want everyone to see just how pretty you are, then we'll really shock them when they see you in that wedding dress!" Mom was on a roll, and there wasn't any way to stop her. Once she got me dressed as a girl, my fate was sealed, and I knew it. I knew that I never should have let her put that dress on me. Waiting at the door for me, I had no choice but to do what she told me, and took my first steps outside of my room. The skirt kept flicking at my thighs, my breasts were bouncing, and there wasn't any place for me to put my hands. I felt...like a girl! I set the table while mom was working in the kitchen, and did not see, or hear, dad when he walked in, until I looked up. I felt like a butterfly pinned to a board. "Your mother said that you would be pretty, but it seems she was only almost right. You're beautiful!" "Gee, thanks dad. Just what I always wanted to hear." "You're quite welcome Peter." I shot dad a nasty look as he went in the kitchen, which he totally ignored. Lisa was gone for the weekend, so I did not have to endure her taunts, but when mom dropped her bombshell, I almost fainted. "Those white shoes you had on are totally inappropriate for a wedding dress you know. We'll have to get you some white satin ones, and of course, some makeup that is a better color for your complexion." Mom sat there looking at me, then her eyes lit up. "You have a very good chance at winning this year Peter, so why don't we just make sure of it! When we are out tomorrow, well get you enough lingerie of your own so that you can dress every day, and by the time the party comes, you'll be familiar with how to wear the dress, and have walking and so on down pat!" "Tomorrow? Me? Shopping? Like this?" I said, swallowing hard. "Well, yes. You'll have to try on the shoes, and of course you'll need to be there for them to determine exactly the right makeup for you! It'll be fun! And besides, you're just as cute as can be!" "You know," Dad added, "just how special this event is, and given the way you look, I don't see any reason for you to worry. It's just a few weeks, and like your mother says, it will probably help you get into the spirit of things." "You want," I said, "me to dress as a girl, every day, from now until then?! Are you nuts?" "Lets have none of that kind of talk Peter!" Dad sounded angry. "Think of it this way. Every guy you know is doing his best to get into some girls pants, but you're the only one that had succeeded!" Chuckling at his little joke, he ignored my sneer. "You said a few weeks, but that party is almost four months away! I can't dress as a girl for four months!" "And why not? I wear a dress or skirt every day!" "But you're a girl," I cried. It was no use. I knew the look. They had made up their minds, that much was obvious, and worse, there wasn't any way for me to change it, and that meant that for the rest of the school year, which was about a month, and virtually my entire summer would be spent as a girl! Mom had me stay dressed that way until bedtime, then she helped me get out of that rig. I hurt almost as bad to have that corselet off as when she first put it on me! When she told me that I would be wearing one every day, to reduce my waist, I almost told her I was leaving, running away from home. Without a word she tossed me one of Lisa's nightgowns. As I lay in bed all I could think of was the reflection I saw in the mirror, how sexy my legs were, all that bursting cleavage, and that knockout figure. As I pictured those boobs Mr. Happy began to rise up and demand attention! I had a hard night wondering how I would look the next day when I went shopping with mom, but I knew for sure, without any doubt, that when I left the house, I would be dressed as a girl, and there wasn't a thing I could do about it, short of running away. The next morning, right after breakfast, mom followed me back to my room, insisting that she help me get dressed. She made me wear that same corselet again, but gave me regular pantyhose to wear with the same skirt and blouse, but this time, I was able to wear my penny loafers. Mom watched as I did my makeup by myself, for the first time, then she used a hair comb to hold my hair back. After I put on the lipstick, I looked just like I did the night before, which was scary, since I was the one that did my makeup. Still unsure of myself, I wasn't anxious to hit the stores, but mom had me look in the mirror again, which only confirmed what I already knew. I looked nothing like a boy. After I clipped the earrings on and added the necklace, mom handed me a purse, told me to stuff my wallet and lipstick in it, then, with mom following along, I left the house. The fresh air hit my legs, but rather than being cold like I thought, it was really quite refreshing. What was strange was not being able to just look down and see where my foot was going to land. I had boobs sticking out front, and they blocked my view. And of course, having a skirt swirling around my legs was really different. For some strange reason, I didn't feel geeky, I felt...what? Feminine? Mom drove while I tried to hunch down in the seat. Mom said I was being silly, but I wasn't so sure. At the mall, I had to walk quite a distance to the building, and using mom's advice, I took the same stride she did, and held my hands and arms like she did, but it felt so awkward, and certainly silly to say the least. I did my best, but was convinced that everyone in the mall was staring at me. The first place mom took me was to a lingerie shop where she handed me packages of panties, twelve pair in all, then three bras, one flesh colored, the other two white. Then, to my great horror, another one of those corselets! Then came pantyhose, two nightgowns, two padded pantybrief's and a robe. It seemed like a lot of stuff for a costume party, but between my serious concern at being found out, and not knowing what Mom's plans were...exactly, I kept my mouth shut. Mom told me what she had planned, which didn't mean that she told me everything, so I just let her do what she wanted. Mom told me to put on one of the padded pantybrief's, which I did in a changing room. The minute I pulled the skirt back on I could see that it hung better, and it appeared as if I had hips. By the time we left that department, mom was almost giddy! She kept telling my how much I would like this or that. I just let her babble. In dresses she told me I had to pick out three skirts and three dresses, then pointed me at the right racks. While I was mulling over the idea that I was picking out my own clothes, so that I could dress as a girl, she selected the tops and blouses. Then it was on to shoes where I got those white satin heels, plus heels in black, taupe and red, and flats in black and white. Six pair of shoes? I knew that mom had said that she wanted me to dress as a girl as often as possible, but it did seem like a bit to much, and I just couldn't hold it in any more, and mentioned it to her. That's when I found out what she expected of me. I was almost floored. "Why honey! I thought you knew! I mentioned it last night at dinner! Since there is so much to at stake, we both told you that we feel that if you dress as a girl as often as possible, you would have an excellent chance of winning! Don't you remember?" With a sigh, I nodded my head yes. "Since that's the case, that would mean that you would have to dress up as often as possible, and since you'll be spending so much time dressed as a girl, there is simply no way to avoid it. If we have somewhere to go, you'll just have to go with us, dressed as a girl of course, and that means that you'll have to be able to look just as nice as Lisa does! She has a wider wardrobe of course, but you can borrow from her when you need something. I just thought that you would want some things of your own!" "Mooom! This is getting way out of hand!" Mom took me to the closest mirror, stood me in front of it, and told me to take a good look. Staring right back at me was this girl. Cute with long shapely legs, an oval face with a red smile, plus a figure that was every bit as good as any girl I know. Swallowing hard, I knew, because I could see it in the mirror, that unless I really screwed up, nobody would ever guess that I was really a boy. Turning to look at mom... "It's all in the mind Peter. You see how you look, and you know as well as I do that you'll be a spectacular bride." Mom's voice took on a gentle tone, and for the first time I felt as if I wanted to please her. "After a few days of getting yourself ready, it will all become second nature, and you won't feel so uncomfortable." Mom paused, then told me that maybe, when school let out, I could get my hair done, and that would make me feel better about the way I look as a girl. I wasn't so sure, but she and dad had covered all the bases, and I had no choice but to go along with this charade. As much as I wanted to deny it, mom was right. I did look like a girl. I guess I probably could have put my foot down and said absolutely no way would I do this, and maybe make it stick, but as I stood there looking in that mirror, something came over me. I took in the vision in that mirror, and realized that what I had felt before was my own femininity. It was no longer a question, and as strange as it sounds, my newly acquired femininity had reached out and bit me, right on my ego. Mom had wandered off to look at some other things, and I took the opportunity to pick out a few other things that caught my eye. After that, mom and I spent another four hours at the mall, buying things I had never considered. Like a curling iron of my own, pantybrief's, shorts, and jeans. Mom had me get my other ear pierced, then she let me select twelve pair of earrings, some necklaces, and two rings. By the time we were done shopping, I realized that since nobody even considered the idea that I might be a boy, I began to see that dressing as a girl, while not exactly my thing, might be something I would be able to have some fun with it. But then there was my sister. How would she take this? All I could do was the best I could do, and hope for the best. When we got home, mom and I put everything away, then she told me to sit. She wanted to redo my hair. When she was done my hair was in sort of a pageboy. Without her telling me, I touched up my lipstick, took the perfume bottle, and dabbed some on my neck and wrists like I had seen mom do. Mom never said a word, but she was smiling as she and I both went to the familyroom. Dad was there, and looked up when we went in. He didn't smile this time. His mouth dropped open instead. Saying nothing, I went in the kitchen to get a cola, letting him digest what he had seen. As I sipped on my drink I thought about the time I had spent in the mall, and the total lack of reaction to me. As much as I said that I didn't want to dress as a girl, I had to admit that it wasn't that bad, except for the corselet of course. But with less than a month of school left, the entire summer, and another month of school after that, all before the party, there was no doubt in my mind that some, if not all of my friends would find out. There just wasn't any way I could hide it! I mean, my buddies stop by all the time, and once they saw me this way, well, everyone would know, How that would impact the party I wasn't sure, but the element of surprise would be gone once they saw me, and that does not tell the tale of what some of them would do to me! According to mom, if I simply told them that I was practicing for the party, without telling them what I would be wearing, then they would go along with it. I wasn't so sure, but didn't have much choice in the matter. I would have to tell them something that they would accept. The plain truth would be so deliciously obvious that even though I hated the idea of my friends seeing me this way, I grinned to myself at the prospect of it. Having a short skirt on, I had to get used to the idea that I couldn't bend the way I was used to. Twice mom mentioned that she could see my panties, and reminded me to bend at the knees. When I had taken a cola out of the fridge, I had mooned dad, and he saw the rounded globes of my butt wrapped in panties. That night at dinner, mom brought up the subject of a name for me. I knew that nobody was going to call me Peter, not looking like that, but I didn't have any ideas for a name. Both mom and dad did however. Dad wanted me to use Rita, while mom said that she liked the name Heather. I didn't like either one, and told them that I would think of something. Then I spent some time in my room trying on all the clothes mom and I had bought, and surprisingly, I found myself noting what I looked best in! I'm not sure why I felt that way, but I couldn't stop admiring myself when I put something new on. It was during that time that I decided on the name Kathy. I knew it was a common name, which is why I picked it. I liked it, and it sounded so ordinary. In the morning, as I stood there wondering what to wear, I still had a choice at that point by the way, I decided to try my hand at getting dressed all on my own. Why, I'll never know, but that vision I held of myself as a girl lingered in my mind. I started by trying to do my own makeup. I knew that I had not done well, but I continued getting dressed, wearing a skirt and blouse with my gym shoes, the bra, stuffed with socks, and the padded pantybrief. I did not feel like wearing that tummy cruncher again, and left it in the dresser. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, held it in place with an elastic, then went in Lisa's room and found a red ribbon to match the skirt. Ever try tying a bow in the back, and over your head? When I was done, I added a touch of lipstick, and went down to breakfast. Dad wasn't there, and mom was gracious enough not to laugh. But somehow, I was proud of the fact that I was able to find the strength to at least try and look nice. After breakfast mom took me to her room and gave me another lesson in doing makeup, but made me do it myself. When I was done, I looked almost as good as the day before. Mom said I was done, and I faced the stark idea that I would have to leave the house. I couldn't stay inside forever, but I wasn't sure what to do, since it would be my first time outside, as a girl, all alone. That's when mom suggested that I wash my car, then said that I should borrow some shorts of Lisa's. The ones she gave me were nothing but cut off jeans. I put them on, feeling the snug way they fit, but didn't think anything of it, although they did seem to give me a feminine front in the groin area. I drew up my courage, and went outside. As I stepped outside, my best friend, Bill, walked up the driveway. We looked at each other for a moment, then I saw that grin he uses on girls, the one he has that always works. He was looking right at me, but he had not recognized me! I stood there, waiting, then he got close enough to me to make the connection. After the shock wore off... "You trying to set a new style Pete?" He was going to be my first victim. I had no choice right then, not wearing full makeup, a bra, and those shorts. "You know that big costume party they have at the club every year?" I said, "well, mom got it in her head that this year I would be going as a girl, and she told me that in order to win, I should start dressing as one now, just to get used to the clothes, how to walk and like that." "Well," he said, "you're cute, but not my type." "What do you mean I'm not your type? You would go out with a baboon if you thought you would get lucky!" "Yeah, but it would have to be a female baboon Pete, a female." He sat on the porch and watched as I dragged out the hose. "Nice legs. If your mom is telling you to dress this way, what do I call you when you aren't your usual mangy self? "It's sort of an ordinary name," I said as I filled the bucket, "Kathy". "You going to dress this way all of the time?" "Not at school, but mom insists that I dress this way after school, and I'll probably have to do it all summer." "You're not going to the Prom are you?" he casually asked. "No. You know that I'm not so hot with the ladies like you are. I decided to skip it this year." "Kelly came down with a case of the guilt's, and called off our date. She's going with that fool from Central." "So," I said, "you're not going either?" "Maybe, maybe not." "What does that mean," I said, getting a strange feeling. "If your mom wants you to get a lot of practice, maybe we, you and I..." I dropped the hose on the ground when he said that, and stared at him. "Are you asking me to the Prom? As your date?" "It'll be a gas!" Bill said as he stood up, "you don't look anything like yourself, and like I said, your kind of cute when you're all made up like this, and besides, we have been friends for a long time...it was just a thought, forget it." Bill always made decisions on the spot, which is one of traits about him that I liked so much. Mom had made it clear that she wanted me to win this contest, then sort of forced me into dressing as a girl. I could tweak her, get a lot of practice at being a girl, go to the Prom, and have someone else pay the tab. I didn't even consider anything else. "I accept!" "What!?" "I said I accept your offer to take me to the Prom! What time will you be here to pick me up?" I was playing him as hard as I could, knowing he could just as easily say no, and retract his offer. Then I saw the way he was looking at me. "Seven. I'll be here at seven. You better be able to pull this off Pe...Kathy, or we won't be going anywhere!" "You worry to much Bill." He stuck around for a little while, then left when I spilled water all over the front of me, which made my tee stick to my chest, clearly outlining my bra. After a quick look, he left in kind of a hurry. I told him not to worry, which was bravado on my part. I was the one that was worried. By the time I had finished washing the car I had talked myself into, then out of, and back into, doing what I said I would do, and that was be Bill's date for the prom. It was rash for me to provoke Bill, even crazier when he asked me, and I agreed to it. As I stood there I quickly began to regret it. But, I knew Bill really well, and knew that if he took it serious, he would never bring it up again. He would simply appear at the door, wearing a tuxedo, ready to take his date, me, to the prom. Just about the only thing good about it was that school would be out three days before the prom. It also meant that I would have three whole days to get ready, which was also three whole days that my sister could taunt me about going to the prom as a girl. I had wanted to get back at mom a little, but the more I thought of it, the more I knew that I had stepped right into it, and "it" smelled like perfume. Expensive perfume. When I was done with the car, I knew I had no choice, I would have to tell mom that I was going to the prom with Bill. I only hoped that she wouldn't jump to the wrong conclusion. When I told mom she unfortunately lit up like a Christmas tree. "See! What did I tell you? You're a very pretty girl! Even Bill thinks so, or he would not have asked you to be his date!" "No mom, you got it all wrong. Kelly broke up with Bill, and since he spent all that money on the tickets, well, he asked me to go with him, so he wouldn't have to stay at home! That's the only reason he asked me!" I was beginning to sound like I was trying to convince myself as well as mom. "Well, no matter", mom said, we have enough time to get you a very nice dress, and since you'll be out of school anyway, we can get your hair and nails done. We were going to do that anyway, but now you get to have it done really fancy!" "Mom," I said, "I'm not sure that I should do this! I mean...Bill and I...we're friends!" "Does he date girls he hates? No, of course not! That's plain silly! Boys date girls they like and are friends with, and like you said, you two have known each other for a long time!" "Lisa?" I said, mentioning my sisters name, hoping that mom might see a problem there. "What about her? I talked to her this morning on the phone, and told her to expect to meet her new sister when she gets home today. Lisa said that she could hardly wait." "I'll bet." "Don't be like that Kathy, Lisa is looking forward to having a sister! She said that she would be glad to help you when you need it." There wasn't much I could say. Either Lisa would be cool about this, or she wouldn't, then I would quit, right on the spot, no matter what mom said or did. I was willing to try it, but not be a target for my sister. I went to my room to take a shower and change. My skin was smooth to the touch, and after I shaved again, my face showed no signs of a beard. I didn't shave that often anyway, but I checked myself in the mirror very closely. If Lisa said she wanted to meet her sister, then I knew that I damned well better look like a sister, or it would get ugly very fast. On the bathroom vanity I saw a new bottle. It was skin lotion. I opened it, and began to rub it on my skin everywhere I could reach, and by the time I went back in my bedroom, my skin felt even smoother! Lisa has never had any trouble getting dates, and even I have to admit it, she is a knockout by any standard you want to use. That meant that I would have to try and get as close to her beauty as I could get. I wasn't going to let her get very far ahead of me on that score, not if I could help it! I put on the same panties, then went into Lisa's bedroom and sat at her vanity. I used the foundation just like mom showed me, then the powder, which I let set for a moment before I brushed away the excess. Then I did my eyes, starting with a soft blue just over my upper eyelashes. Then a very light gray, and over that, just under my eyebrows, a peach. I used a small sponge to blend the colors, then came the hard stuff. Eyeliner. I rested my elbow on the vanity, then starting right at the corner of my eye, managed to draw an even line of deep black all the way across. Under each eye I used a softer blue pencil, then black mascara. On my cheeks I used the same peach blusher, drawing it out with a sponge. Once I got that far I went back to my own room to get dressed. I wrapped the corselet around myself, struggled to fasten the hooks, then pulled on the laces as hard as I could, and was rewarded with seeing that it once again created a small but definite cleavage. I used my hand to pull my skin up a little, then stuffed a sock under each breast to help fill out the built in bra. The added effect was that it looked liked my breasts were just laying in the bra cups! The padded pantybrief was next, followed by the pantyhose. One of the dresses that mom had picked out for me had a square cut neckline and was short on me, well above my knees. It would do nicely. I slipped it over my head, zipped it up the way mom showed me, and found the two inch black heels. Stepping into them gave me the sense that I had done it, but I had more to do. I brushed out my hair, using the blow dryer, and created the same pageboy style that mom had done for me. Grinning, I put on a pair of pearl earrings, the matching necklace, a bracelet, and a ring. Then I sat at the vanity and carefully polished every one of my nails in a soft pink to contrast the black dress. After my nails had dried, I did my lipstick, also in a soft pink, added a dash of perfume, and stood in front of the mirror. If anything, I looked better than when mom had helped me! The skirt part of the dress flared just right, my legs once again looked great, and I was exposing just enough of the twin mounds of my breasts to confuse almost anyone. Smiling, I walked out of my bedroom, down the stairs, and into the familyroom. "Mom?" I said in as feminine a voice as I could manage. "In here honey!" I went in the kitchen. Mom was standing there with Lisa. My sister and I traded stares, but her mouth was open and no words were coming out, so I guess I succeeded in getting her attention. "Lisa, this is Kathy." "Ohmygod! You're beautiful!" "You expected less sister dear?" "I knew that you would look good, but this! You look better than some of my friends! How did you do that by the way? They can't be real! And those hips! Mom, look at her legs! Kathy has better legs that I do!" Clearly, Lisa had been awed by the way I looked, which was enough to blunt any wild ideas that she might have had. "Lisa, you go get cleaned up. Your father is taking us all out to dinner tonight. Kathy looks fine, but we have to change, or risk being the ugly step sisters!" There was never any chance that mom and Lisa would look like the ugly step sisters, but it made me feel good anyway. Dad came in, waved his hand at me, then went up to shower and clean up. I wasn't sure who he thought I was, Lisa, or Kathy! My sister and I bear a striking resemblance to each other, as girls I mean. Within half an hour we were all standing there waiting for dad. I wore black, Lisa wore a dress similar to mine that was blue, and mom wore her white sheath dress. The look on dad's face was worth it when he looked at the three of us, and realized who I really was. But he didn't say anything, he simply escorted us to the car. Like Lisa and mom, I held my small black purse in my lap during the ride. Nobody said much. As we walked into the country club dining room, I saw Bill with his parents! Like his dad, Bill is tall, wide, and strong as an ox, with a devilish grin and eyes that sparkled when he looked at a woman. He did not see me at first, then he spotted us walking in and I saw his mouth drop open. Smiling, I let dad hold my chair as I sat down. As we ate, dad asked me how I felt. He did not mean to ask me if I was ill either. "I feel fine dad, why? Is there something wrong?" "No," he said, "but you're wearing a..." "Dress," I said. "Why wouldn't I wear a dress? You and mom are the ones that told me I had to do this, and all I'm doing is the best I can to obey you." "Yes but..." dad sputtered, "you look so..." "Katherine looks simply beautiful dear, and you know it! You're just not used to having two daughters, that's all! Besides, Kathy has been asked to the prom already." "What!" Both dad and Lisa spoke at the same time, so I had it in stereo. "Well," I said, "Bill broke up with Kelly, and since he already had the tickets..." "You're going?" Lisa asked. "To the prom with Bill?!" "He had already bought the tickets, and..." "But you're not," Dad almost screamed, "a girl! Does he know who you really are?" "Of course! Dad, it's okay, really. All I'm doing is helping a friend, that's all!" My response sounded weak, even to me, and the minute the words were out of my mouth, my sister snorted. We all sort of let the subject drop, but I did catch dad looking at me funny a few times, especially after my napkin slid to the floor. Without thinking, I bent down to get it, which put my breasts on full display when dad glanced over. I actually heard him swallow hard. I was hoping that when dinner was over we would just go home, but since it was Saturday night, and the club always had a band, our parents decided to stay. Lisa said she had a date and could not stay, so she left to call him and tell him where she was. When I asked her to drop me off at home, it was my dad that said "no". "Since you went to so much trouble to look as good as you do, I think that you should stay here with us. Who knows, maybe someone will ask you to dance!" Chuckling, he and mom left the table to talk to some friends of theirs. Alone at the table, I felt abandoned, and wanted nothing more than to leave. Then I saw Bill striding my way. Compared to me, Bill makes an impressive masculine sight, especially in a suit. He walked up to my table staring right at my boobs, not my face. "I'm up here Bill," I said, just to stick in a barb. "Wow!" "Wow what?" "Wow! You look fantastic! When I saw you this morning you looked good, but now, well, wow!" "Thanks Bill, sit down if you like." Bill sat right next to me, we traded looks for a moment, then I saw his parents walking our way! Bill popped out of his chair when he saw his mom, then he introduced me to his parents, whom I have known almost since birth, as Katherine. His mother had a firm yet feminine hand shake, while his father kissed my hand and stared at my boobs, then, when he stood up, his eyes devoured me from head to toe. I had never been mentally undressed before, and it was very unsettling. I never knew that Bill's dad was a dirty old man before then. He made me feel dirty in a way. The music started, and without a word Bill squeezed my hand while pulling gently. I rose and let him lead me to the dance floor. As his arm went around my waist and my breasts poked him in the chest, I realized that Bill was pulling me even closer! I let him lead, and found it easy to follow him as the music went from one tune to another. I saw my parents dancing, then my mother wave at me when she saw Bill and I. All new to me, I had no idea just how I was effecting Bill, until I suddenly felt him against my leg! One part of me was repulsed by it, yet another part was giggling inside. I had turned on my best friend, simply by dancing with him! "I ummmm, drove myself here tonight Kathy, and I was wondering if I could drive you home myself. Or maybe, you have to go with your parents?" I looked up at him, he was almost a head taller than me, and...smiled. This being a girl thing was getting to be fun, so I said that I would be pleased if he drove me home. For a fleeting moment I thought that he was going to kiss me, and maybe he was. In any case, I was about to let him! Mom tapped me on the shoulder, told me to get my purse, and join her. I left Bill with dad as mom and I went to the ladies room. On the way... "Bill seems very taken with you Kathy." "He's merely overwhelmed by my exquisite beauty," I said, half in jest. "That's obvious, but it looked like more than that to me honey." "He wants to take me home mom. I said yes, is that alright?" "Be careful dear, men have only one thing on their minds." "Moooom!" Bill and I danced some more, took a break to have coffee with our parents, then he excused us, and we left. The minute we stood up he slipped his arm around my waist, then we walked out. In the parking lot he took my hand in his. On the way home he kept peeking at me, then, when he parked in front of my house, he put his arm around me, pulled me over, and stared into my eyes. I thought he was going to kiss me, and I think he did too. "Bill! Stop that!" "Why?" "You know why!" I said, getting tense. "Let's try it and see." I did not pull away from him as his lips barely touched mine. Like I said, I did not pull away, even though I knew I should. Bill pulled me even closer, looked in my eyes again, then just as he was about to touch his lips to mine again, I opened the door, grabbed my purse, and ran inside the house. Panting hard, I started towards my room when Lisa walked out of the familyroom. Smiling, she gave me a hug, then we went to bed. It took me about half an hour to get back to my naked self and slip into bed. As I lay there I wondered how I could have been so stupid to let Bill kiss me like that. Our relationship would never be the same again. I thought being a girl was a fun thing to do, and I had let that emotion get the better of me when I succumbed to Bill's advances. It took a long time for me to drift to sleep, and even then, I had dreams of Bill and I, with me doing things that only girls do! The next morning I wore my own underwear, jeans and shirt to breakfast. I had shaken my own view of myself by what I had done the night before, and wanted to be myself again. Nobody said anything, although Lisa motioned for me to join her after breakfast. She and I went out in the yard, back to the swings, and sat down. "The way you two were going at it last night I'm surprised that you can even talk Kathy." "It's Peter, and that was not my fault! I just got caught up it in, and Bill took advantage of the situation!" "No it wasn't," Lisa said, "you knew exactly what you were doing when you hiked those tits of yours up so far they looked like they would pop out, then you played poor Bill like a violin, just like you did with dad! Dropping your napkin? That has to be the oldest trick in the book Kathy, and don't you dare try to tell me it was an accident, because I saw that sly look you gave dad. You wanted him to see, and he did. Mom said that you were dancing so close to Bill that your boobs had to hurt! Oh no...you did all that because you found out just how much fun we girls have with the men! What worries me the most is just how easily you did it! You might be dressed as a boy right now, but under all of that manly look you have right now you're Kathy, and what's more, you like being Kathy! That's why you and Bill were sitting out there so long last night, not because he forced himself on you. You drew him in, then you skewered him well and proper honey, so you might as well go change clothes, because he'll drop by sometime today. He can't help it. He's in love!" Lisa is quick, I'll give her that much. I had no idea that I was playing dad or Bill like that, but in hindsight, I guess she was right. I looked at my sister, her casual femininity did nothing to lessen her beauty, nor her smarts. If Bill was in love, why didn't I know that, and Bill's kissing me, while not exactly an accident, I did not plan it. I just gave in, and that's different. "Lets get you cleaned up a bit Kathy, I have a pair of romper suits that we can wear! Like twins almost!" I nodded my head yes, and followed her to her room. In about an hour she and I reappeared, me in a blue and white checked romper suit, Lisa's was red and white. She had down our hair the same way, short pigtails on each side of our heads, mine with blue ribbons, hers with red. We both wore white tennis shoes, red lipstick, and pink fingernail polish. Mine had not been removed yet. Mom took one look and merely shook her head. Dad gaped at both of us. Since we looked to be a few years younger than we actually were, he told us to stay in the yard! A bit later Lisa took our hair out, and I brushed mine back into a pageboy. I was glad I did that, because just like Lisa predicted, Bill showed up around one. He and I sat on those same swings in our backyard, and while I wasn't trying, I found myself acting like a girl, giggling at his bad jokes, and holding my knees close together. It was like another person had taken over my body, and all I could do was watch. Bill took my hand in his, got off his swing, came to me, and once again, his lips almost touched mine. Only a whisper of air stood between us as we both wondered what the other would do. He moved away, then once again on the swing, he started pushing me, higher and higher, and I found myself shrieking at him to slow down. Even my voice sounded different to me! As my swing drew to a slower pace, he stood in front of me, then yanked me from the swing, and stood still as I collapsed in his arms. He held me there, not speaking as I looked up at him. No longer a mere friend, Bill had become more, but what? He slipped his arm around my waist, and we went in the house just in time for dad to see us, hand in hand. Mom just looked at us, Lisa grinned, and dad grimaced. Bill stayed a bit longer, then, after he left, I went to my room to return to my own self. I had a hard time at school because I kept wondering if I had washed off the perfume, makeup, or hair gel well enough that I didn't stink up the area. Of course, there was that nasty habit I had developed. I kept sitting with my knees together. I almost started to wave my hand at someone, just like a girl would do! I was losing my mind, and it got worse when I saw Bill. He never acted like I was a girl, but he did wink at me a few times, and that was almost as bad! Something had come over me, and like a bad cold, it was taking control of my life. All week long I kept to myself, and never did dress at home. Mom tried to coax me into it a few times, but I refused, because I knew something she didn't. I liked it a whole lot more than I was willing to admit...even to myself sometimes. By the time Friday arrived I was literally an emotional wreck. To be a girl, or be myself was the question. I felt torn in two directions at once, and I had no answers. I had never once in my entire life dressed up as a girl until mom suggested it, yet when I saw myself that first time, it was as if a light went on. Now, as I slowly drove home, I wondered if this would have happened earlier, say when I was twelve, if I had dressed up then that is. Last Saturday I had willingly dressed myself up to look real nice, shocked my dad, then kissed my best friend, all without the slightest thought that it was wrong. Maybe it wasn't, and if not, why was I so nervous? In my heart I knew the answer, it wasn't wrong, because I wasn't Peter, I was Katherine, and Katherine was an attractive girl. The problem was that she lived inside of me. I was almost ready to get dressed, and never return to being a boy ever again, the school be damned. I pulled the car into the driveway, went to my room, opened the closet, and looked at the clothes I now had that I could call my own. They called to me in a sweet song, and it took all of my will power to shut the door on them. That's when I lay on the bed, my eyes filling with tears. "Hey!" Lisa yelled. "Get your lazy ass into my room Kathy!" When I walked in, she saw the tears in my eyes, but never asked why, she already knew. "I was doing a little research for you, and look what I found!" Looking over Lisa's shoulder I saw items that I was sure someone made, but had never seen, like breast forms made to match your skin tone exactly, a sort of panty that had a built in vagina as well as hip and butt pads to give a girl the right shape, and better, fully functional equipment, just like a girl! I excitedly looked at everything, then Lisa printed out the instruction sheet for me. "Ready to do a little shopping?" I looked at the sheet, nodded my head yes, and we left in a bit of a hurry. The art store had everything listed on the sheet, and after a bit of trial and error, we found the exact color of my chest. In the restroom, I wasn't the least bit embarrassed as Lisa tested until she found the right colors for the panty, all four of them. Writing them all down a the page, we had to buy the test bottles we used, then we went back home. Lisa and I both knew that I wore a 36 B bra, so, using the credit card, we ordered what I needed, in the right colors, and plenty of the adhesive that comes with them. "You going to tell mom or dad Kathy?" "Not a chance! Hopefully I'll have them before the bill gets here, but I'll worry about that when the time comes. I have enough money to pay for them myself, and I will if they ask me to." "You going to change?" "I thought I would, just a skirt and blouse with a little makeup, why?" "I was wondering if you and I could do something together, like sisters do." With a newfound eagerness and Lisa's acceptance, I said, "that would be great Lisa! I'll get changed." Knowing I would be going out with Lisa changed how I would get ready, so after a shower and quick shave, I managed to get dressed in about half an hour, with my hair and makeup done, a padded bra, my padded pantybrief, pantyhose, a pleated skirt and a blouse. I wore my brown flats, pink lipstick, and a bit of perfume. Neither of my parents reacted when they saw me dressed, and after dinner, Lisa and I left for a sisters night out as she called it. The first place we went was a makeup shop where she insisted that I get my makeup done by a pro, and I will admit, after the woman was done, I looked better than ever. I bought lots of what she used on me. Later, I also bought my own set of curlers, a curling iron, brushes, and a hand mirror. I also found out that Lisa wasn't quite as goody two shoes as our parents thought. She told me that the first time a guy took her, it was simply wonderful, not at all painful, and I should not be scared when Bill, or someone else managed to get me on my back. I had to remind her that they would be disappointed, which is when she reminded me of the panty I had just ordered. We shopped, laughed, had a dessert, talked about how I felt, boys in general, then stopped at a coffee house we both liked. As we walked in I saw a lot of kids from school, which made me a little nervous, but Lisa held my arm, and we joined some friends of hers at a small table. Jeff and Carolyn had been a matched set since grade school. They dressed alike, had the same hair color and length, both wore those funky granny glasses, and both had freckles. I was introduced to them, and they accepted me just as what I appeared to be. A girl, and friend of Lisa's. Later, around midnight, we left for home. I had a whole new outlook on my sister, and now trusted her completely. The next morning I got a confirmation of my order by email, which said that within seven days I would have the items! I got dressed in jeans and a tee, wearing just a bra and panties under them, and Lisa and I helped mom clean the house from top to bottom. Bill didn't call or come over, which bothered me a little, but both mom and Lisa told me to be patient. He would be back. Tired, I took a shower and changed into clean clothes, and for the first time used my own makeup. Bill showed up just as we were sitting down to a soft drink. The look on his face was worth every bit of effort I took doing my makeup. Mom and Lisa quietly left Bill and I alone. He stayed for dinner, but we did not go anywhere that night. The five of us played Monopoly instead. The next week was easier on me, and got better when, on Thursday my packages arrived. The bad part was that mom had been home when they were delivered, and not knowing what it was, opened the box. When I got home she never said a word when she handed me the box. For the next two weeks I was not myself. The night after I got the package, Lisa helped me get the panty on, using the adhesive to hold it in place. Looking in the mirror, I was stunned to see just how much I looked like a girl, even more when a very excited Lisa yanked her jeans and panties down so I could see her! We looked just alike! Grinning, I got dressed, but never removed it. Even with a rounder bottom and wider hips that made my jeans tight, I wore it every day until school let out, which is when I went home, showered, followed all the instructions, and attached the two breast forms to my chest. They looked as if I grew them myself! As I was staring into the mirror, naked of course, my mother walked into the room without knocking, and she saw what I had done. With nothing else to do, I turned to face her, my hands on my newly rounded hips, my boobs poking almost straight out, a grin on my face. "That's really a good trick Kathy! Can I touch them?" Mom put her finger on my left breast, and while not like touching my arm, I could feel it! I also felt it when she touched my bottom. "Those feel real!" "For what they cost, they better!" I said. "I also felt it when you touched me mom! That wasn't in the literature!" "Just how long does that glue you used last Kathy?" "The bottle said between two and four months, but I bought plenty, so I'm not worried." With a sigh, mom sat on the bed while I got dressed. The special panty was short, fitting in the creases of my hip joint, and made me look perfectly natural, rounded in all the right places, and fit tightly. The down side, which I had become used to already, was that I could no longer stand up to use the bathroom. The upside was that according to the sheet we had printed out, if I was very careful, and lubricated well, I could perform like a girl, with a man. Mom didn't know this, and I did not tell her. My panties fit better, and outlined the new me just as they would any woman. Getting the bra on however was a struggle. I had never had to put a bra on with boobs before, I fumbled with it until mom finally came over and gave me a basic lesson that was so obvious I was ashamed that I didn't think of it. Just fasten it in front, spin it around, pull it up, and adjust to suit! Of course, with the weight of the breasts, mom had to help me adjust the straps. Believe me, when I looked in the mirror and saw the way my breasts looked, I was overjoyed, and it showed when I started grinning. No longer needing the padded pantybrief, I simply pulled on my pantyhose, stepped into the skirt, and slipped into a blouse. I went in the bath, used just foundation and a touch of lipstick, added a pair of earrings, then stood looking at mom. "Now that you seem to have it all, we have to have a little talk honey." "About what?" I asked. "About sex." "But..." "I read the literature that came with that panty, so we both know that you can, so don't try to deny it." "But..." "This is the easy part Katherine. No sex! That's it!" "I wasn't planning on it mom!" "I'm sure that's true, but men have a way of turning us into quivering bundles, which is when we forget the lessons our mothers told us about. You are quite pretty, and there is no reason not to think that some boy, maybe Bill, will make a concerted effort to get into your pants, and I don't want that to happen. Do you understand me?" "Yes," I said, hoping she was wrong, knowing she wasn't. Only mom, Lisa and I knew about the changes, however dad did mention that he thought I looked more relaxed. How right he was! I spent three days just getting used to my new shape, helping mom around the house, and trying on my clothes. I never saw Bill, which was fine with me. I needed the time to adjust anyway. Dad told me that starting on Monday, Lisa and I would be working for him. He wanted me to work in the ordering room while Lisa was headed for the computer room. He also told us we would have to wear business attire, then handed me his credit card. Lisa, mom and I went shopping that night, and for the first time I knew that I could try on anything without fear of discovery. Two more bras, one of them a Pushemup in white lace and soft cups. More pantyhose, skirts, blouses, heels, and of course, suits and dresses. Lisa also filled out her wardrobe, then we stopped at mom's salon and made appointments for the next day. I was on a high that just never seemed to quit. In just a few weeks, I had gone from skinny boy to a very healthy girl, and I had no regrets. Surprises yes, regrets no. All of the anguish that I had suffered from when mom first suggested this to me disappeared the moment I saw myself that first time, which is why I was able to drag myself outside to wash the car. Now that I had all of the attributes of a real live girl, and could prove it, I wasn't afraid of discovery. I was afraid of Bill. The way he looked at me, touched me, held me, were all new, and my reaction to his attention is what scared me. Mom told me no sex, but I never had any intention of doing that. It was enough for me to know that I knew I could. Yet, I also wondered why, in such a short time, I had accepted, then went out of my way to look as much like a girl as possible. Mom wasn't making me wear that corselet because I didn't really need it now. In the time I had been wearing dresses, I had lost 15 pounds, most of it from my waist. Between that, my special panty, and the breast forms, I had almost as good a figure as Lisa or mom. The revelation within myself that I really wanted to be a girl hit me like a sledgehammer, drawing most of my strength as I had fought back against the onslaught of femininity That was enveloping me. The Sunday I had wore my own clothes, after I knew the feeling of true femininity was a pitiful attempt to regain my masculinity, and I lost. All it took was for Lisa to ask me to share a sisters night out and I jumped at the chance. As I put away the new clothes I found myself removing my boy stuff, piling them on the floor to make room for my new wardrobe, the pile growing as I realized that it would be a long time, if ever, that I wore them again. I kept to myself that night, changing into a babydoll nightgown for bed. As I slipped into bed I felt a lump under my pillow. Reaching, my hand went around an item that felt familiar. Only Lisa could have left it for me. It took me almost an hour before I lubricated myself, then explored all of the options that panty gave me. My eyes watered in joy as I discovered that I could feel every movement, each vibration, and absorbed the feeling it gave me like a sponge. When I woke the next morning I was no longer just a boy with a few latex items and a desire, I was Katherine Elizabeth, an adult woman, like any other I knew. And like my sister, I knew the joy of penetration. It made me feel complete somehow. I wore my cut off jeans and a top, no bra, my hair in a ponytail, and gym shoes when I went to breakfast. I didn't even wear makeup since I felt so complete without it. It wasn't meant to shock anyone, it was how I felt about myself. Dad took one look at me, saw my breasts clearly outlined in the thin top, and knew that I wasn't wearing a bra. He choked on his toast while mom pointed her finger at me with one hand while pointing at her boobs with the other. "No mother. Dad has a right to know." "Know?" dad asked, "Know what?" "That I have breasts now." "I can see that! Just how did you manage that little trick?" "I spent a lot of your money, but it was worth it. I can pay you back..." "Katherine!" Mom sounded angry. "Go get properly dressed right this minute!" I went to my room, took my clothes off and did it right. I did my makeup, brushed out my hair, the put on a skirt and blouse before I went back to the kitchen. Dad looked at me, but didn't say anything. Mom glowered at me while Lisa only giggled. Our appointments were early, so Lisa, mom and I left dad to clean up. "I thought we agreed that your father did not have to know Kathy! Why on earth did you do that, knowing what I told you about being properly dressed?" "Because I am never going to be his son again, that's why! I had to let him know...don't you understand?" "After I saw you yesterday, I knew that you would never go back to being a boy, but your father didn't know that! Now I have to find a way to tell him, and he may not take it as well as you think!" "I'll tell him myself mom." "No, you won't. From now on you'll do as I tell you, or you'll be grounded! Am I making myself clear?" "Yeah, I got it mom." "Good. Now lets go have a fun mother daughter day out then." Mom was pissed, that much was clear, and I knew better than to try and provoke her again. She would hand me my head on a platter and tell me to clean up the mess, after I got grounded for life! But, I had made my point, and that's all that mattered to me. For my first trip to a beauty shop, I was treated like a queen. After a short discussion with Lisa, I allowed myself to fall into the hands of stylist. My hair was washed, cut, rolled, dyed, brushed out and trimmed. My nails were made longer then painted with a raspberry metallic color, then my arms, not only my legs were waxed, but my entire body plus my eyebrows as well, but in a higher arch. Everything ached, but my skin was baby smooth, and after a lotion was applied, the pain went away. Everything about me looked different. Auburn hair instead of brown, curls where before there were none, whispy bangs that flicked at my forehead, curls that caressed my ears. My nails flashed in a darker color than I had ever used, making my fingers look thinner and more feminine. I loved it! Lisa had her had done in curls as I did, but kept her dark brown hair color. Mom had the color put back in her hair, blond of course, then done in the usual style. They both had their nails done as well. Lisa wanted to find a new swimsuit for the summer, so when we left the salon, we went to a big department store, then found the swimsuits. Never having worn a girls swimsuit, I was not quite as willing to try one on, but they both insisted, so I tried on one that was an ugly lime green. We all hated it. When Lisa tried on a bikini, mom kind of wanted to say no, but Lisa did look good in it, so she let her get it. That's when Lisa handed me one that was exactly like hers, but a deep azure blue. One look at mom, who shrugged her shoulders, and I went in the booth to try it on. I didn't even have to ask them if they liked it. I looked every bit as feminine in that suit as Lisa did in hers! But, I stepped out, and let them see me. Lisa gave me the thumbs up while mom's eyes went wide. We bought them both. "Once your father sees you in that bikini he's going to know everything Kathy, you know that don't you?" "Sure mom, but I was trying to tell him this morning. Maybe this is a better way." "No," she said, "It's not, but he knows about the boobs now anyway, so you might as well go all the way. We'll get this out in the open where we can deal with it like adults." By the time we got home Lisa and I were ready to change into our bikini's and hit the pool, so when we got home, we scrambled to our bedrooms and changed. I joined her, and we walked down the stairs together. Dad was in the backyard when we walked out on the patio. We all traded stares, then mom joined us in her suit. As Lisa and I sat on loungers, dad walked up on the patio and looked directly at me. "Stand up Katherine." I did as he told me, stood proudly erect, making my boobs push out a little more against the almost nothing bra cups. He looked me over from head to toe, then flopped in a chair next to mom. Before he could speak, mom did. "Honey, Kathy has undergone a transformation, inside and out. She has told us that she has no intention of ever going back to being a boy, ever again. As you can see, she is quite lovely, and I can't see any reason she should not be allowed to do this. She is almost 17, and knows her own mind. I happen to agree with her decision." Dad carefully looked me over, stopping at my boobs of course, but longer when he looked at my groin. As thin as that suit was, the thin slit that replaced my manhood was barely visible, and of course, I had a figure just as good as Lisa's. My hair and nails completed my look. There was no way that Dad could deny the obvious, and no matter what he thought, he could see that I was serious. After an agonizing amount of time, he flopped back in his chair, and waved his hand at me, as if to say, "Whatever". Lisa and I stayed out on the patio while mom and dad went in the house. Lisa didn't say much for a while, then casually asked me if it was good, and did I like it. I knew what she meant, and grinned at her. She knew that I had tried her gift, and also, the answer to her question. About half an hour later her boyfriend stopped by, and they moved to the other side of the patio. I was ready to go change when Bill showed up. One look at me was all it took to stop him cold in his tracks. I casually stood up so he could see all of me, then waved him to the lounger that Lisa had just vacated. He didn't say a word, so I asked him if he wanted a soft drink. When I got up to walk in the kitchen, I put a little sway in my walk, knowing he was watching my every move. Now that I had the right "look", I was going after Bill. According to Lisa, every girl should have a boyfriend, and I set my sights on Bill. Knowing how close he came to kissing me before, I did not think it would take much to get him...if I wanted too that is. Bill and I talked, but his eyes kept wandering, which is when I knew that he had lust in his heart. His grin said it all. That and the way he kept touching me, on the leg, the tummy, the arm, and my back. Bill just grinned, and I let him touch me. I felt as if I was about to take another huge step, and Bill looked as if he wanted to help me. After an hour or so, I went in to change. When I returned I had on a pair of short shorts and a tee, new lipstick, and perfume. Bill and I went for a short drive. He took me to "The Hill", a well known spot for teenagers wanting to neck. Anxious, I waited for Bill to make his move, and when he did, I let him take me to him, kiss me, hold me, and stroke me. His touch ignited a fire inside of me, a strange fire that burned not with shame, but anticipation as his tongue slid into my mouth. I felt his hand on my breast and moved to make it easier for him to touch me. Not having any reference point, I let my emotions run wild as Bill kept kissing me. Only when he put my hand on him did I draw back. He tried to coax me into it but I refused. My system was on overload at that moment, and I was scared of what I might do. He dropped me off at home, and when I went in, mom and dad were waiting for me. Using a car mirror it's hard to fix yourself up, and I'm sure they knew that Bill and I had spent some time exploring our options. "Kathy," dad said, "I did not expect this to happen, and quite frankly, I am surprised at how quickly you have decided to give up being a man. However, it is painfully obvious that you are willing to do just that. I cannot say that I am happy about this, but I cannot fight you. Your mother tells me that in every respect you look like a girl, and I have seen most of the proof of that already. Have you considered what you'll do when school starts in the fall? You have your senior year to finish, and I will not send you away to some private school for girls. That said, and since you are determined to do this, I will help you all I can, but in return, you will not be able to go back, even if the situation seems to demand it. You want to be a woman...fine. I will treat you like one, in every way, but that also includes your attendance at your school, just as you are. We will change your name if need be, and see to it that you have everything you need, but from this moment on, you will be our daughter. Because of this, I have instructed your mother to toss all of your boy stuff. If you would like to redecorate your room you may do so. You will also have a curfew, the same as Lisa had at your age, and there will be no more of that half dressed, slut look stuff in my house. Do you understand all of that?" "Yes sir. When can we change my name?" "I'll see to it on Monday, now go get cleaned up." I changed into a clean skirt and blouse, helped make dinner, then went to my room to decide how I wanted it redone. Over the next two weeks I saw Bill about three times a week, and each time we got closer to doing something I had been told not to do. My name had been changed, and only once did I feel as if I had to be my own self. But I no longer had any male clothes, so I went during my lunch hour. I wore the pink suit. A short straight skirt with an antique white blouse and a scalloped pink jacket, white heels, my hair done perfectly and red lipstick. I walked in, my heels clicking on the marble floors as I went into the office to register for the coming school year. I was very lucky. The woman that took care of me lived just down the street from us, and knew what was going on. She entered me into the rolls without a hitch, changing the name on my records as if it were the most normal thing in the world! That hurdle done, I went back to work, confident of my future. As the time to start school drew near, Lisa went off to college, leaving me alone for the first time. Dad now had only me to watch, and he was very diligent about it. I had not let Bill persuade me to submit to him, although I had "helped," him with my hand. For some reason, I never did get an erection of my own, but I was excited none the less. Also just as school started, mom and I started looking for another wedding dress. The first one would not fit me any more. I had dropped one whole dress size along with the 25 pounds. We found one, I was fitted, bought some better jewelry and shoes, another corselet, white with lace trim, white satin panties and hose to match. On the morning of the party, mom and I went to the salon and I had my "wedding hair," done, as well my nails, and once again, a very thorough waxing. Mom had to help me get dressed, lacing the corselet of course, but also, with the dress. No longer just a boy in a dress, I looked forward tot he moment I would be able to see myself as a bride. I had a 36.24.36 figure with the corselet on, and the dress flowed over me like an ocean of white satin. I never felt quite a feminine as I did at that moment. Mom was almost beside herself when we were done. Like most mothers I suppose, she was giddy just knowing she was about to be the mother of the bride. Dad, wearing a tuxedo, helped me down the stairs, which is when I saw Lisa. She too wore wedding apparel. She was going to be my Maid of Honor! As I stood there with my family I realized just how much they had to love me to let me make this change. My father, tall and strong, handsome is ways that I would never have been, my mother, eager to help me once I started becoming Katherine every day, Lisa, my sister, the one I feared the most, now my best friend. I almost cried, but Lisa saved me. Then dad escorted me to the car. Some, but not all of my friends knew of the change, even in school. I was just another new face they saw for three hours a day. I knew that the minute I walked into the clubhouse on the arm of my father, everyone would know, yet I did not care any more. I had grown inside, and no longer tolerated small minds, and that gave me the strength I needed. With dad holding my arm, we walked inside, only to be met by Bill, his parents, and others. Bill was grinning like he just won the lottery, and reached out to take my hand. Mom however stopped him, and his dad dragged him towards the front of the hall. Then the music started. It was a wedding march! Mom walked to the front, then Lisa, and finally, dad and I made the trip. When we reached the front of the room, the club President announced that being a bride was my costume, then gave my real name! Bill took my arm, turned me to face the crowd, and they all stood up and applauded! Then we joined everyone at the table. The conversation was lively, the other costumes went from bizarre to bland, in a steady stream that lasted almost two hours. Then the real music started, and Bill asked me to dance. As I stood up, Lisa removed the train of my dress, and I joined Bill as he swept me into his arms and we glided away from our parents. In his tuxedo, Bill looked just wonderful, and with his arms around me I felt safe, secure, knowing that maybe someday, I would be a real bride. I won the big prize, which mom kept for me. Bill drove me home where I changed into something a lot less flowing, then he and I went back to "the hill". Bill showed me that he loved me, and I accepted his love without shame. He was all man that night, and I was all woman. The above work is copyrighted material. Anyone wishing to copy, archive, or re-post this story must contact the author for permission.