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Falling in Love Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I took the job because I needed the money. It was a very innocuous job. My job was to clean up after the doctor was done for the day, which was always around six. The pay was okay, and kept me in pizza money. But as time went on, the doctor asked me if I wanted to help him during the day, part time, as an office assistant. He was expanding his office and needed the help. Of course, I took the offer. Working nights was getting to be a pain, and the day job paid a bit more. I was 14 at the time, still at home, living with my single mother. Dad had split when I was a kid, and I don't even remember him now. When summer started I began to work full time, answering the phones, simple filing, that sort of thing. Nothing hard, and I liked it. The nurse was as old as my Grandma, and she was always talking about retiring, but she never seemed to get around to it. One day while I was talking to the doctor, the nurse, Helen, walked around the corner, a full syringe in her hand, her arm bent upward, the needle pointing out, but close as so many nurses do, then, as she turned the corner, she hit me in the upper right arm, depressing the plunger in all the way before she could yank it out. Naturally I pulled away. Startled at my quick jerk, the doctor asked me why I moved, then, looking at the nurse, quickly asked her what she had in the syringe. "It was for Mrs. Benson! It's that time release estrogen shot! I'm so sorry Glen!" By the look on their faces I had the suspicion that what had happened wasn't good. The doctor took me into one of the examination rooms, shut the door, and looked at me, a certain sadness written on his face. "Glen, the shot you just took was meant for a woman that is going through menopause. It's a time released female hormone to help her get through that part of her life." "What does that mean doc?" "It means that I don't believe there is any convenient, or easy way to remove the drugs from your system, and in fact, I don't think it can be done." He sat next to me. "I'll check to find out, but if we cannot abrogate the actions of the drug then I'm afraid that at your age, the combination of drugs you just took will have an effect on you that only girls experience. I can try to counteract the drug with testosterone, but from experience, I'm certain that it won't work. I'm afraid that you are about to undergo a normal puberty." "So? Doesn't everyone?" "You misunderstand Glen. You will undergo a normal puberty, but it will be the one that girls go through." "What does that mean?" I said, now very anxious. "It means that you will probably begin to exhibit all of the secondary traits of a female. You will develop breasts along with wider hips, have smooth hairless skin, and probably not be able to grow a beard now since you don't yet shave, and your voice may not change, or change very little. I'm sorry." "Holy shi...! Are you telling me that I'm going to have tits?!" By the look on his face he was just as devastated as I was, but I was the one that was about to become a girl, not him! "My mom is going to have a cow doc!" "Have her call me Glen. Let me explain it to her. Call her now and have her come to the office." Helen was almost in tears when I walked out to call mom, apologizing all over the place. With a sigh I called mom, told her there had been an accident, and the doctor wanted to talk to her, as soon as possible. When I hung up the phone I looked in the mirror, trying to imagine what I would look like as a girl, but I just could not see it. My short bowl cut hair, wide set blue eyes, short skinny body, gangly arms and legs did not lend themselves to the vision I needed if I were to believe what the doctor told me. Instead, I had a vision of the kind of girl that is always the last one seated at the dance, the girl that never dates, and if someone did ask her out, it would always be to a very dark theater. That's when I started to cry, softly, to myself. Mom showed up about twenty minutes later, and together we were whisked into the doctors office. The doctor explained to mom what had happened, how it happened, what the drug was, and all of the side effects, in great detail. He said he would do a complete physical on me, top to bottom, inside and out to make sure that I was healthy, and he also stressed that the outcome was uncertain, except that there was no doubt that I would begin to exhibit at least some feminine traits. Just how much he could not say, but at my age, being in the middle of my own puberty, the estrogen would toss my system into shock. "But" he said, "estrogen, injected in the dose Glen got will positively have an effect, there is no doubt about that." Mom sat there, shocked at what had happened to me, and as we looked at each other all we could do was hope the doctor was wrong. He and mom asked me to leave the room, and they talked some more. Helen stood there weeping, cleaning out her desk. "That was a mistake a new nurse might make Glen. I'm so sorry dear." "Why are you packing up? It was a mistake, that's all." "I'm retiring. I'm to old if I'm starting to make mistakes like that! I put your life in danger, and that is not what nurses do!" Without another word, she left! About half an hour later mom and the doctor stepped out of his office, then mom and I went home. I did not bring up what had happened to me. I was afraid to ask how long before this started to happen to me. Mom was also silent until we got home and were inside the house, and alone. "Maybe two months." "Huh?" "He said that you have maybe two months before you'll start to exhibit the changes. That dose you took was quite heavy, and is one of those new drugs. Estrogen of the type you were injected with is made to counteract the natural testosterone that women in menopause have, and that means the shot you took will also counteract the testosterone your body is making. The doctor told me that the body uses the drug over a very long period of time, and there is very little he can do about it." As we stared at each other, mom quietly told me that until I started to physically change, I would not have to start dressing in what she called the proper garments, but I knew what that meant, girls clothes! Still in shock I said nothing and went to my room. Not knowing a thing about boys that become girls, I went on the Internet and began looking. Expecting to see a bunch of hairy looking guys in dresses, you can imagine my shock when I saw pictures of some really knock out chicks! Not one of them looked the least bit like a boy, but I wasn't sure, so I went looking again. Time after time I saw pictures of girls that were really boys or men, and for the most part, they didn't look bad at all! But then again, they might not have to dress that way every day, and I would have to. Mom also told me that if I develop like a normal girl, the changes could be slow at first, then later, with more speed as my body grew. I knew what that meant. Baby boobs to start with, then, like some of the girls at school, the boob fairy would come one night, and voil? ....a full set! I was still in school then, with about four months before I would be out for the summer, and that meant that before school let out, I would start to grow boobs! I wondered how I could hide them. I went to work every day, with the doctor checking me each morning. Weight, height, chest and hip measurements were taken, then blood. After that very complete physical he put me through, and all the test results were in, which took two weeks, he asked me to have mom come in that Friday afternoon. "The tests all show what I feared. His natural estrogen level is higher than that for a normal girl his age. I called a colleague, and she agrees with me. Once his body assumes the shape it wants, we feel that his estrogen level will even out and become more in line with other girls his age. His body fat is already moving a little. He has slightly wider hips, a narrowing of the waist and his chest is beginning to get flabby." He turned to me. "Has your chest tingled, like you have an itch?" "Yes sir, a little, once in a while." He looked at mom, then told us both that I might as well get used to the idea that soon, maybe within a month, I would have small, but definite breasts of my own! I wanted to cry. The doctor gave me some topical lotion to use, telling me that it would reduce the itching, then told me he wanted me to continue working in his office. "If you like, on the weekends, you can work as a girl. It might help you get over the newness of your body, and I'll be here to check you out every day." On the way home mom told me that the waiting was over, and she would take the next day off and help me become a girl. That night she took a lot of measurements, and I slept like I had a snake in my bed. I tossed and turned all night, wondering why I was the one singled out for this to happen to. I never wanted to be a girl, and didn't know much about them, except for the obvious differences. They talk and wave their hands a lot, giggle for no reason, then spend a lot of their time in small groups and ran around as a herd whenever I saw them in the mall. I just could not imagine me as a girl. True to her word, mom left early, was gone about three hours, returning with lots of packages, all of them from department stores or stores for young girls. Mom set them on the bed, and told me it was time. I saw the clothes and knew the inevitable was coming, yet I could not bring myself to just shuck my male clothes and eagerly wear a dress. I couldn't. Mom and I traded stares for a moment, then she came over and hugged me. "Sooner or later you will have to wear them honey, and you know it. Those breasts of yours will get bigger, and there will be no hiding them. Lets just try it and see how you look. Okay?" Mom stayed put as I gave in and slowly undressed. Then, for the first time, mom saw the breasts budding on my chest, my slightly wider hips and fuller bottom and my waist, which was just a bit smaller. There wasn't one hair on my body that a girl would not have, and I was very ashamed to be seen that way, but mom told me it was alright, yet she did not hesitate to hand me a pair of lightweight pastel blue panties, then watched as I changed into them. I was surprised at the way they fit me so snugly, then, after I saw just how much was exposed in those panties, I had to hide myself before I turned around to face mom or risk a modest exposure. In her hand was the bra. White, with two small cups, it had lace trim on it, and narrow straps to hold it on. Without a word she had me hold out my arms as she slipped it around me, then fastened the front hook. What had looked like a flabby chest before now filled the tiny cups of the bra, and there was no way to deny that I had boobs of my own. Small to be sure, but definitely there. I looked at mom who came over and hugged me as I touched the bra straps and fingered the lace on the cups. Then she took me to her vanity, and began to put some makeup on me. Not much, just some light foundation, and a touch of blusher, then she handed me the dress. The dress was blue, and looked really short on the hanger, but without a word mom slipped it over my head and zipped it up. When I looked in the mirror, I was surprised to see that I had some shape, and my tiny boobs could be clearly seen. Then came the pantyhose, which felt really nice as I pulled them on, but I didn't mention that to mom. The shoes were next, dark blue with a short heel, my feet slid into them easily, and I stood there, afraid I would topple over, but didn't, and in fact, found it almost easy to walk in them. The pantyhose felt pretty nice and made my legs look real nice, which was a shock to me. I thought I had knobby knees and skinny legs, but the pantyhose made them look pretty good! Mom opened a box and took out a wig that matched my own hair color pretty well, and sat me down before she slipped in on my head and brushed it out. When she was done she handed me a lipstick, and told me to do my lips. I didn't feel quite as dorky as I did when she started to get me dressed, and drew the pink lipstick on. When I was done, she and I stood in front of the mirror in her room, and for the first time, I saw the girl I was becoming. I didn't think I was pretty, but it certainly wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and I actually relaxed for a moment, which is all I had before mom told me that I had to pick a name. I knew what she meant, she wanted me to pick out a girl's name for myself. Have you ever had your mind go blank, just when you needed it the most? Well, that's what happened to me. I could not think of a name, not even one! Mom saw my dilemma and told me I could think about it, but not for long, then she told me that I could stay home and just get used to the way everything feels, and that I was not to change. As I walked around I could feel the nylon as my legs rubbing together, the hem of the dress was just above my knees, and with every step it would swing back and forth. The lipstick tasted okay I guess, but the extra hair around my face was a new sensation and I was constantly pushing it away. I cannot say I liked it, wearing girls clothes I mean, but it wasn't as bad as I anticipated, just, really different. Mom never said a word about how I was walking, sitting and so on, but I found myself holding my knees together whenever I sat down anyway. Something about not wanting to be exposed I guess. As the day went on and I grew a little more comfortable, mom finally asked me if I wanted to go with her. She said I would need more clothes, and the best way to make sure they were something I liked, was for me to be there. I didn't want to leave the safety of the house, and shied away from the suggestion that I go with her, but mom countered with the plain fact that I would be wearing girls clothes all the time, fairly soon anyway, so I might as well get used to it. Looking in the mirror that morning I saw for myself that I could probably go out and nobody would know who I was, yet I was afraid anyway. I couldn't help it. In the end, mom had her way, and gave me a small shoulder bag to carry, then we drove to the mall. It sounds easy, but for me to leave the house dressed as a girl was the most traumatic thing I had ever done up to then. On the way to the mall mom only told me to walk the way she did, and stay close to her. No problem there, I planned on being her shadow! We went to a department store, bought more panties, two more bras, another dress and three skirts with blouses to go with them, a pair of those tight but stretchy girl jeans without pockets, and three more pairs of shoes. Mom had wanted to schelp through the whole mall, but I resisted and managed to talk her out of it. We had what she said was the barest minimum for me to get by on, but understood my concern and agreed to leave. By the time we left I noticed that not one person looked at me in any way that told me they had figured out the truth, but I chalked it up to beginners luck and managed to get back to the car without throwing up. It wasn't until we were back in the car before I calmed down, then mom told me we were stopping to see the doctor. Because it was his nurse that did this to me, he was responsible, and had offered to pay all of the costs that mom and I incurred, so mom gave him the bills for what she had spent that morning. He looked me over casually, but smiled and told me I looked very nice. The problem is that I still wasn't thrilled to be wearing dresses, yet, no matter what I thought, or even wanted, it was clear that I did not have a choice. Once we were at home, and without mom's urging, I tried on all of the new clothes, and was surprised at the way the jeans fit me. From the back I looked just like every girl I knew. I had two round globes wrapped in denim that defined my new shape really well. It seemed to me that my body was changing a lot faster than the doctor told me it would. All my life I wanted to be popular in school, and now it looked like I would be just another face in the crowd. As a boy I wasn't cute, tall, or even sports minded, but I had friends and hobbies, and I enjoyed my life. Now I was about to become just another girl. Not tall, still not sports minded, but with no friends, and by my standards, not even cute. I put a hand on my breast, got a handful, and squeezed. Real. It wasn't a bad dream. I really wanted to yell and shout my anger at what had happened to me, but at who? It was an accident, and everyone knew it, the doctor was paying the bills and mom was doing her best to help me, so there wasn't anyone to yell at but the Gods that did this to me. After a few hours of sulking and letting pity take over my thoughts, I looked in the mirror again. I could only see a glimpse of the full grown girl I would become, yet the traces were there. Blond hair, big blue eyes, and a full mouth over a smallish body just developing. It would be months before I could go without the wig, but maybe not so long before I really started to fill out. I'm not sure, but I think that's the point when I realized that I might as well give in, and do my best to learn how to be a girl, because there wasn't any other choice. It sort of came to me, but once I came to that conclusion, it was like a heavy weight had been lifted from my shoulders. As I felt a lot better about myself, I touched up my lipstick, then lowered my jeans and hid things a bit better before I pulled them back up. The result was that I now had a very feminine front, and that somehow made me happy. It was at dinner that night when I told mom what name I had chosen for myself. My real name was Glen, and Glenda seemed a little, well, funky, at least to me, so I selected Diane. Mom said it was a pretty name, and we left it at that. With two months of school left to go I had to be extra careful, and wasn't about to take any more gym classes, so the doctor had written a slip that excused me from gym. All I had to worry about was hiding my budding breasts and my rapidly rounding bottom, so I wore baggy jeans to hide my new shape. Each day, every hour I was in school, I lived on the edge, waiting for someone to see the changes and begin the tirade that I was sure would follow immediately after that. My life would become a pure hell if the kids found out, and I knew it, so I counted the days as I waited for summer break to begin. Mom, while trying to help me, merely made it worse by calling me Diane at home, and insisting that I wear makeup and a skirt and blouse or a dress from the moment I got home until bedtime. Just the duality of my life was making me tense, and it was all I could do to cope with it. By the time school let out for the summer I had developed a full A cup, and had a 34-20-34 figure. Mom said that was normal for a girl my age and size. I also noticed that I no longer woke up with a stiffy, which didn't worry me at first. Both the doctor and mom told me that it was time that I began to dress as a girl full time, so I began to work full time at the doctors office as his receptionist. For my first day at work, I wore the same dress I wore that first time, only now, I filled it out like I was supposed to. My hair was longer, but I thought it wasn't quite long enough yet, and still wore the wig. At first I was a wreck, having to interact with the patients, but as the day wore on it got easier, and I simply did my job. Mom drove me to work for the first few days, then told me I should walk it, just like before. Since there were three kids from my school on our block, that didn't thrill me a lot, but I had become a little more confident about how I looked, so, the next day I stepped out of the house, and began the three block walk. No problem. I didn't see anyone I knew, and that gave me a boost of confidence which lasted until I got to work. Since I wasn't cleaning the office any more, the doctor had hired someone to do it, and it was Bill. He lived a few doors down from me, and I knew him real well. It was all I could do not to run away when the doctor introduced us. But Bill gave me no sign that he knew who I really was, but gave me the eye. That's when I knew what mom meant when she told me that men are visual. She said that they would always look us over before they even opened their mouths. She was right. Bill smiled, I smiled the best I could, and we each went about our tasks. Still, I knew it wouldn't be long before he saw me walking to work and would want to walk with me, which also meant that he would know where I live, and would certainly be able to add it up. Diane was Glen. I could imagine how that would go over with him, since he is one of those macho jocks that play on several teams. I would be dog meat. I was wrong. At lunch Bill asked me if I wanted to join him for a burger. I just about said no when the doctor told us he had an emergency, and wanted to lock up. He said he would be back in a few hours, and told me to open back up after lunch, and for me to inform the patients. Bill was really grinning then, and I had no choice but to leave. Lunch with Bill was an option, but there really wasn't much alternative either, and I gave in while hoping I would live long enough to get home that day. Bill and I walked across the street the local burger joint together, but I bought my own lunch. "You look real nice Diane." "Thanks," I said with a mouth full of burger. "I never," he added, "thought a guy could do it. Be cute that is." I almost swallowed my tongue when he said that, and was ready to bolt to safety if he so much as made the tiniest move towards me. "We all know Diane. We knew the week before school let out because it was obvious. Every time you bent over to get your books, those sweaters you wore tightened up and everyone could see those boobs of yours." I didn't say a word as my world seemed to come to a screeching halt. It was as if time slowed down and my mind went back to the times I had bent over. Now, in retrospect I should have known better. "Just Karen and I have seen you dressed as a girl, and we haven't said anything to anyone about it." "Karen?" I muttered, hoping he hadn't said her name. Karen lives down the street from me, the other way from Bill. I had passed her house every day when I walked to work. I said nothing, waiting to see what Bill would say or do. "Karen told me to tell you she will be over tonight. She said for me to tell you she thinks you're cute, and just wants to talk." There was nothing to say. Karen was coming over to my house that night, and I could not stop her. Bill and I went back to work where he did his job and I did mine. He never mentioned our discussion again. That night after work he walked me all the way home, but made no move to touch me, and we simply walked and talked. I told mom what had happened, and she said that I might as well get used to it, since I would be attending as a girl when school started in the fall, and meeting Karen would be a good way to get used to that fact that I was now a girl. I touched up my makeup then had dinner and helped with the dishes. Karen showed up about twenty minutes later. I let her in the house myself. I stood there as the prettiest girl I knew stared at me. It was not my favorite thing to do, yet for some reason I stood there and waited until she spoke. "Damn!" "What?" I said, hoping she wasn't disappointed in me. "Damn you are good looking! Come on girl, tell me all about it!" I glanced at mom, saw her nodding her head yes, and took Karen out on the patio. After we both sat down I told her the entire story from the beginning. I told her how scared I was, especially when my breasts got so big that I had a hard time hiding them, how awkward and stupid I felt when this all started, then how silly I felt when Bill looked at me the first time. "Guys are like that Diane. Just ignore them." Karen was about as big as I was, and told me that she thought we might be able to share clothes, if I needed a special dress or something, which sounded as eerie to me then as it does now as I write it. I mean, I'm still a boy, and she was offering to lend me a dress "if I needed it"! I could not imagine that I would need any kind of special dress. To look at Karen was to see that she would someday become a real beauty, while I suffered from a male body trying to become a girl, all while my mind was still trying to cope with the changes in my life. I knew that while most girls found someone to take them to the prom and so on, there were a few that never went anywhere. Girls like Karen always went because they were pretty, and the boys always struggled among themselves to take them out. I was sure that I would be left home because I knew that I never had a chance and didn't want one anyway. Dating boys wasn't high on my list of things to do, but the reality of my situation was clear. I would be attending school as a girl, everyone would think I was a girl, and therefore, I did not want to be lumped in with the girls that were always left behind, but was positive I would be. Karen must have known how I felt, because she told me not to worry. "You know Megan? Well she has a nice figure and all that, yet she never goes anywhere. She treats the guys like they owe her or something, and she has the reputation for ordering the most expensive things on the menu. That's why the guys leave her alone. Then there is Jill, you know her, right? Jill is real nice, and even though Megan is prettier, Jill always has a date because of the way she is. The point Diane, is that being pretty doesn't mean that much. Being yourself does. But you are pretty just as you are, so I would quit worrying about it so much." That was easy for her to say, but I did feel a little better. Then she asked me to come with her that Friday night. She and some other girls were going to hit the mall, and she said it would be a real good experience. When she promised not to tell anyone who I really was, and after an internal struggle with myself, I finally gave in and said yes. Besides, mom said I needed to get a few things, and had three weeks pay in my dresser. Karen and I were friends before this all started, and seemed to be friends now. Trusting her was going to be difficult, but I had to start somewhere, and whatever happened, she was understanding of the situation, which counted for a lot. By the time she went home we were both laughing as I recounted some of the things that had happened to me. I had high hopes and was in a light mood when she left. Bill was standing out on the sidewalk when I left the house for work, and we walked to work together. He never mentioned, or even alluded to my former self, but always referred to me as Diane. At lunch that day he told me that Karen had called him and told him how I came to be wearing dresses. "It wasn't like you wanted to become a girl, it just happened. An accident, right? I don't think anyone can fault you for that, I know I don't. Besides, Karen has some real competition now!" What did he mean by that? Me? As competition for Karen? Not likely. I forgot what he said and went on with my work. It went like that for two more days, then it was Friday, the day I was going to the mall with other girls, my fate in Karen's hands. After work I changed into a skirt and blouse since mom told me it would be easier if I wanted to try on clothes. After touching up my makeup and having some dinner. I walked down to Karen's house. Her parents only knew me as Glen, but I was gambling that they would not recognize me. Knocking on the door, I was let in by her mother, then Karen showed up. Perky is what she was. Perky little smile, perky attitude, perky tits, and eager to get going. Neither of her parents gave me any sign they knew who I was. We walked over to the mall and met three other girls, Kelly, Ellen, and Beth. All of them, like Karen and I, were about the same size. I was the only one there that was not a part of the "in" group at school. We started out in a fancy lingerie shop. Of course, none of us bought anything there since the prices were to high, but Ellen did try on a corsolet. She looked pretty good in it, and it gave me an idea of what was possible. From there we went on to several costume jewelry shops where I did buy some earrings, barrettes and two necklaces. Ellen and I walked out together and went into a less expensive lingerie shop next door. Looking at a black lacy bra, I was wondering how I would look in it when Ellen showed me another bra, and grabbed my arm. All at once I was in the changing booth with Ellen standing there waiting for me to try it on. It took all my nerve to unbutton my blouse and remove my bra, but Ellen hardly even looked! My breasts were there, just like they were supposed to be, and she merely handed me the black bra! I put it on, fastening the front hook, and all at once I had cleavage that was overflowing, and my nipples could be seen right through the bra! "You have to buy that bra girl! That is if you want to catch Bill that is." "What?" "Bill. You know, the guy that has a crush on you the size of Texas? Tall, lots of muscles? Lives down the street from you?" "Bill?!" "Buy the bra Diane. We'll explain it to you later why you need it." Well, I did buy the bra. I was going to anyway, but what Ellen said kept echoing in my brain. Bill? And me? From there we hit the dress shops, and I bought three more skirts and two more dresses plus shorts, two tops and another blouse. As we walked through the mall none of the girls treated me any different than they did each other, and seemed to accept me as one of them. That alone made me feel as if I had crossed some kind of barrier. Then again, Ellen had seen me without a bra, and my breasts were clearly not fake, so I was unsure of what they knew. But the mere fact that I had breasts was probably enough to convince them I was a girl. Everything about the girls was different. They talked, stopped for no reason, giggled then turned serious, all in the space of a few minutes. Trying to keep up with them and not feel so out of place was a real challenge. When we stopped for a drink and were all sitting around the table, Ellen once again mentioned my lack of understanding as far as Bill was concerned. "Diane is so slow! She says she didn't know that Bill has a crush on her!" "Well," Beth added, "Bill isn't real good at letting on you know." "Maybe Diane isn't interested" Karen said, then, as she looked at me, "but I'll bet he is just what a girl needs to make her feel better. I just happen to know that he hasn't even kissed a girl yet!" "Bill?" I asked, surprised to hear that, since Bill has sort of a reputation. All the girls think he's cute. "My sister went to school with his sister Claire, and she says that Bill has never kissed a girl. She says he's scared!" "Maybe," Kelly piped in, "Diane is just the one to get him over that!" They all giggled at me, and I felt myself blushing. Just the thought of kissing a boy seemed wrong to me, yet somehow, I knew it would happen. After all, I did not plan to become a nun. I didn't plan on being a girl either, but here I am, almost a girl. Accepted as one, yet I had a surprise they did not have. I wondered if I could kiss a boy, and dismissed it out of hand. No boy, no matter what they said, would go for me if they could chose between these girls. I saw Karen looking at me, that goofy smile of hers written on her face, as if she knew something I should know. Later, while we were wandering around, Beth and I went into the makeup shop on a whim. All I did was ask a few questions, and the next thing I know I am in the chair and some woman is doing my makeup! Beth watched, then I saw her wide smile as she held up the mirror. The change was so dramatic that I gasped. Not only did I look better than I thought possible, Beth said she thought I was a "real doll". Of course, I bought everything the woman used on me, then Beth and I joined up with the rest of the girls. For the very first time I thought that maybe, I might be as pretty as they were. We walked back together, leaving the others at the corner, and Karen and I walked home together. "Bill is going to ask you to go to a show tomorrow." "Huh? Me? How do you know? Why me?" "Listen Diane, no matter what happened before, you have become a girl, and Bill is attracted to you! I know it might be hard to adjust, but he likes you...a lot. He told Kenny and Greg that he thought you were a fox, and Greg told Beth who told me, and that's how I know." Her eyes fixed on me until I gave a weak smile. "You look fantastic Diane, and I think you know it. You're just fighting back the boy that you still have inside. Let him go and be the girl you are now. Okay?" "I'll try Karen." She hugged me and I went home. Mom liked the way the new makeup looked, then told me that we both had an appointment at the salon the next day. Unable to hold it in, I told mom what I was told about Bill, expecting sympathy I guess. What I got was a lecture on what was, and what was not proper for a girl my age to permit a boy to do! That was not what I needed to know. I wasn't about to kiss Bill, so the lecture didn't matter. Yet, even as that thought ran across my mind, I wondered. I had become used to having breasts, wearing skirts and dresses, makeup and lingerie, and I had to admit to myself that I was glad that the girls had accepted me into their little group. They all thought I was cute, and after I had my makeup done, I had also thought so myself. In my room I undressed and stood looking in the mirror at my naked body. I had a modest shape that was certainly female in every way but one, and that was growing smaller. Merely an orifice now, I no longer had to work at hiding my manhood. I could wear anything that Karen could wear, and be perfectly safe. With my hand I pushed him up, creating what seemed to be a thin slit, and it did not hurt at all. I wondered how I could make it stay up that way. The next morning I wore jeans and a blouse to the salon, and at mom's direction, let the stylist lead me to her station, then, she asked me how I wanted my hair done. I had no clue, and only a shrugged my shoulders. She removed my wig, then began to cut and style my hair. After she removed my wig she washed my hair, then began to trim it. It looked longer than I remembered, and watched in the mirror as she began to add rollers, using a solution that simply reeked as she went along. Then I was put under the dryer, and while I waited another girl came over and began to work on my nails. Not sure of what she was doing, I said nothing as she filed, sanded, then made each nail just a bit longer. An hour and a half later I looked in the mirror and saw myself. Blond hair with waves on top, curls across the back, with short wispy bangs. My fingers flashed a reddish plum in the light, and I was entranced. I had become an entirely new person, and the person was a girl named Diane. That hairstyle settled my inner struggle once and for all, because I knew then that I was pretty, and also, I had a boy that wanted to ask me out. As far as I was concerned, there was only one thing left to do, and the first chance I got, I would find the answer. Mom and I went shopping and I increased my selection of jewelry, purses, shoes and so on. By the time I was alone in my room I was eager to find the answer to my special question. Within a few minutes I had found it on the Internet and printed out the page. Then, I walked to the drugstore and picked up what I needed. It took longer than the description suggested, but in the end, all traces of my tiny manhood were gone. The porous tape held me in place while I used the medical glue to fix myself in place, then, after I removed the tape, I looked like every other girl I knew, and I was ecstatic. Bill called, asked me out, and I said yes. He is just a bit taller than I am, with an impish smile that is really nice. He appeared at my door, mom let him in, and then he had to wait while I finished dressing. I wore a pleated skirt with a light sweater and my flats. It was the first time he had seen me since I had my hair done, and based on his smile, he liked it. I cannot even remember what the show was about, but I remember that on the way home he stopped by the big tree, pulled me to him, then he kissed me. I felt as if I were melting in his arms as his lips touched mine, and I could feel him, hard, pressing against my leg. That made me glad. I was in very high spirits when I was safely back at home, and could still smell his aftershave in my nose. I almost giggled. Over the next week I saw Bill every day and our attraction grew stronger every time we looked at each other. Karen and I spent a lot of time together, and she is the first person to see what I had done to myself. I had stripped to my panties to try on one of her dresses and she immediately saw what looked like girl parts, and insisted that I show her. When I did she laughed, then told me that she could hardly wait until Bill found out! Not likely. As the summer went by Bill and I would often stop at that same big tree and he would kiss me, but one night he took me to the park instead. Sitting on a blanket we began to kiss, and that's when it happened. His hand slipped under my skirt, and he touched me. His eyes went wide, then he grinned that silly grin of his. As far as he was concerned, I was a girl, his girl, and he wanted me. He did not get his way. But I did touch him, and using my hand, gave him pleasure. By the time we were done, we were both panting hard, and I jumped up and ran home, afraid of what might happen next. That's as far as we ever went, Bill and I, but it marked another turning point for me. I had never touched another boy until that day, and while I did not hate the idea, I merely accepted it as something girls do for their boyfriends. By the time summer was coming to a close I had grown to a full B cup, and had a 35-22-36 figure, and mom had finally seen what I had done to hide myself. She is the one that told me to have the doctor check it out, and he did. Then he used something that would last a long time and not harm my skin. Mom had my name changed, and I returned to school as Diane. If any of the kids knew, they said nothing, and because of what the doctor had done, I had to take gym with the girls. Unlike my fantasy before this happened to me, being in a locker room full of naked girls meant nothing to me now. I looked like them, and they looked like me. As we approached Christmas, Bill and I had been going out almost nine months by then, and he always tried to get into my panties, it's a guy thing I guess. He never did, but as my Christmas present to him, I did more than use my hand. I had thought about it for a while, and even Ellen, Beth, Karen and I had talked about doing it for our guys. I think Karen did it for Greg already, but she would not say. I never did think it was bad, in fact, I liked it too. I did not tell mom, but I think she knew anyway, since she gave me the sex talk right after that. Now I attend school as a girl and I have more friends than before, my grades are up, and I have a boyfriend. Life is good. Being a blond bombshell is better than I ever imagined.