It just happened
Janet L. Stickney
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All my life I had liked to dress up as a girl, gathering courage and
experience as time went by, but when I was in college, in my own
apartment, everything I had dreamed about became possible. Like all new
students, it took some time to get settled in, but as soon as it was
possible, maybe a month after school started, I got all dressed up, and
went out. As a girl, I don't think I'm pretty, I'm merely passably
average, and as long as I'm careful about where I go, I have not been
discovered since that one night when I was 16. I guess you could say
that I was lucky. Since I rarely dated, wasn't involved in sports or
athletics in any way, nobody paid any attention to me, and I had always
been able to get dressed up, go out, and never be recognized. It was
fun, and since I had always wanted to be a girl, I had carefully
researched every possible way to enhance how I looked, all with nobody
the wiser. I never experienced the trauma so many I had read about on
the Internet had experienced, and I had not gone through what they did
when they were caught. My mother didn't like it, but she didn't
threaten to skin me alive either. That night I simply went out to have
dinner at a small caf?, not far from my apartment.
I had just turned 18 when I came to the college, and at 137 pounds and
only 5'7" tall, I am not what you would call an impressive specimen of
the male of our species, but I had graduated from high school number
one in my class, and I feel really good about that. Like all new
students, I was given my class schedule, then struggled to find the
various buildings and classrooms, which lasted at least a week. Then,
in my computer class, I met a guy named Marcus, and we hit it off right
away. Mark as he likes to be called, is tall, about 6'3" not interested
in sports, and like me, he also graduated number one in his graduating
class. Mark has something about him, some charisma, aura, whatever you
want to call it, and everyone seemed to be drawn to him. His friendly
nature, wide grin and easy manner made him very popular, especially
with the girls, but Mark and I, teamed together in our computer class
hit it off quickly, almost literally on all bases when it came to our
computer class, and working together, we came up with an idea for some
software, and began to work on it, developing a final product within a
few weeks. We gave away a few copies, and as word of the software
spread, we started making copies, then, after demand kept getting
bigger, we started to charge for it, and the money...lots of money,
started pouring in.
My parents insisted that I save most of the money, and I did put a lot
aside, but with my new found wealth, I carefully planned well ahead,
made the arrangements, then got dressed as Paula, and went to another
city and invested in some custom made breast forms, and a special panty
that gave me rounder hips, fuller thighs and bottom, and also, a false,
but fully functional vagina panty that fit perfectly all while
providing for the ability for complete evacuation without removing it.
Three weeks later they called me, and I went in to be fitted, wearing
the items home. Mark and I were close when we were creating software,
but since we always used my computer, I had a standing rule that he
always had to call first before he stopped by, for the obvious reasons.
During the time I had to wait for my newest items to become ready, I
scanned in my student ID, and created a whole new one, bearing the name
Paula, and the best picture I had of myself as a girl. I had not yet
used it, or needed to, but it made me feel better to know that I had a
good ID in my girl name. I made it, just in case I did need it. The day
I went to be fitted for the final time, I was so excited that I almost
couldn't stand it, and when the woman asked me if I wanted to use the
adhesive, I said yes, without even thinking. With her me helping, she
did the panty first, which is when I thankfully realized what I had
done. If I had let her do the breasts first, I would have had them
stuck on my chest for quite a while, two months the woman told me,
which wouldn't have been good at all!
Having to sit down to use the toilet wasn't so bad, it was having wider
hips fuller thighs and a rounder butt that concerned me, but all I
could do was live with it, and hope someone didn't ask me about it.
Mark and I kept working on our program, adding features and so on,
which meant that he was at my place a lot of the time. With no lock on
my bedroom door, all I could do was shut the door, and hope he stayed
out. Since my dresses hung in the closet, open to view, and my makeup
was set out on the vanity, I didn't need the hassle. He and I almost
never worked together on Sunday, and I had begun to eat breakfast as a
local family style place, always dressed of course. One Sunday morning
I saw Mark walk in with a couple that were clearly his parents, and I
almost choked. Waiting until they were seated, I casually finished,
paid the bill, and left, as unobtrusively as possible. He did not see
me, but if he did, he apparently didn't recognize me. After that I went
for a drive, then did a little shopping, buying a new bra, slip and
panty set, plus some women's jeans and a couple of pair of shorts. I
was calm by the time I got home, and fully relaxed.
As the days went by and I got used to wearing that special panty,
certain things started to become natural, like not even starting
towards a urinal, or walking with a little sway because my center of
gravity was different, plus, I was taking shorter steps when I walked,
a product of my brain telling me I was a girl, and my constant dressing
as a girl. Mark started seeing a girl in the law school, and I went on
just doing my class work and going out as Paula when I could. During
class hours, I was always myself, but I would always change when I got
home, preferring a skirt and blouse, whenever Mark wasn't coming over
of course. He called a few times, wanting to work on the program, but I
had been dressed, and told him I was tired, which he seemed to
understand. We had a long weekend coming, and I planned on spending
every minute of it as Paula, so for the first time, I used the adhesive
to attach the breast forms, careful to use only enough to make it easy
for me to get them off.
What I didn't know, because they didn't tell me, was that my parents
had planned to drive up and see me. An hour removing any excess hair
with my razor and some hair remover, then a bubblebath followed by a
liberal application of skin lotion and a dusting of body talc, which
left my skin silky smooth was first, then I attached my breast forms,
using some makeup to cover the thin seams before I pulled on the black
high cut lace trimmed panties. Slipping on the matching bra was, while
not a new experience, a thrill, because I actually had something to put
into it. The low cut cups displayed a lot of breast, while the soft
underwire pushed my breasts up, together, and out a little. Sitting at
my small homemade vanity, I carefully did my makeup, using soft eye
shadow colors. Light green with silver, tempered with plum brushed out
to blend them. Black eyeliner and pencil to outline my eyes, then peach
blusher before I stood up and slipped the black sheath dress over my
head. As I zipped it up I was once again in awe of the way both the
breast forms and the special panty made me look. I had an almost
perfect figure, measuring 36A-25-37. I brushed my hair out, then used
the curling iron and some hairspray to create a very feminine
hairstyle, adding a pair of small gold and black clips, one on each
side of my head to hold my hair back and expose my ears.
Gold and black earrings, my gold watch, a bit of perfume, and lastly, I
put on the plum lipstick and stepped into my black heels. Transferring
everything to my girl wallet, I added the lipstick, a brush, my pager
and cell phone to my purse, then made sure everything in the apartment
was turned off. Because it was warm, I did not need a coat, and being
excited at being able to wear the breast forms, attached for the first
time, I failed to take the routinely simple precaution of peeking
outside through the peep hole before I opened the door like I usually
did. Smiling, I grabbed the doorknob, twisted, and yanked it open, and
saw my dad with his finger about to land on my doorbell.
I froze in place as dad and I traded stares, then he calmly asked if
Greg was home! Before I could answer him, mom moved up, then stepped
inside, taking me by the arm and turning me around so that I was facing
her. She looked me over from head to toe, not missing my obvious
cleavage, showing because of the square cut neckline of the dress, nor
the fact that the dress was at mid thigh on me. I have great legs,
which are my best feature as a matter of fact. Mom didn't say a word
for what seemed like forever, then, when dad started to ask where Greg
was again, mom stopped him.
"We stopped by to take our son to dinner, sort of a surprise weekend,
but it looks like we'll be taking our daughter to dinner instead."
"Daughter?" Dad asked. "We don't have a daugh....ter.... "
Mom patted his arm, then, "Yes dear, I afraid we do. We have always
have a daughter, you just never got the chance to meet her." Holding me
tightly by the hand, "Tom," mom said to dad, "this is Paula, your
daughter Paula."
Dad, knowing full well that I was an only child, finally got it. His
eyes went wide as saucers, and once again I felt his eyes on me as he
looked me over carefully, stopping of course, when he got to my
breasts. The slow rise of his head until we were once again eye to eye
was an excruciating wait, but all I could do was stand there and wait
until he quit swallowing his tongue.
"Since," mom said, "it seems that we're all ready, why don't we go
ahead and have dinner?"
What mom meant was lunch, but her meaning was clear. They were there to
take me out to eat, and since I was on my way out, there wasn't any
reason not to just go. Of course, my stomach was in a small knot, and
while dad, who had no idea that I dressed as a girl was stunned, mom
simply ignored all that, and with my hand in hers, she pushed by dad
and we stepped outside. Mom and I stood out front waiting, then, just
as dad stepped outside and pulled the door shut, Mark drove up, parking
behind dad's car. My life was going downhill rapidly, quickly turning
as bleak as I ever imagined, and there wasn't one thing I could do to
stop it. Mark, who had met my parents before, walked up to us, a
confused look on his face.
"Hi! I just stopped by to see Greg! He and I are working on something.
I had an idea I wanted to talk about."
He was talking to dad, but his eyes were on me the whole time. Like all
guys, he glanced at my boobs, then at the rest of me before he looked
me in the eye. When he got it, his eyes went wide, and he started to
say something, but mom interrupted him.
"Marcus, this is Paula, our daughter Paula. We were just on our way out
to eat, perhaps you would like to join us?"
Now, Mark also knew that I was an only child, and I know that he knew
who I really was, but he didn't even flinch, especially after mom
stressed the words "our daughter". He graciously accepted mom's offer,
which left me stuck between my dad and my best friend, dressed as a
girl! Mom didn't seem to see that I was up to my butt in worry, or she
was doing an excellent job of ignoring it. Mark escorted me to the car,
held the door for mom and I, then joined dad in the front seat. Sitting
there unable to talk, mom merely patted my hand and smiled at me. Going
inside, Mark once again escorted me, but took me by the elbow. Neither
dad or Mark made any comment on the way I was dressed. Yet both of them
kept staring at me, which was unnerving to say the least, and made me
wonder what they thought of me. We ordered our meals, then mom told the
guys we were going to the powder room, and I gladly stood up to join
her. Anywhere but with Mark and dad would be an improvement. On our way
to the restroom....
"Marcus thinks you're quite pretty. I saw the way he was watching you
Paula."
"He didn't know before this mom, he's only in shock, like dad."
"You're father, regardless of what he said, always knew that you
dressed up Paula, I told him. What he is so shocked with is how you
look, and I have to say, while I don't know how you managed to do it,
you have a wonderful figure, and you look so much better than the last
time I saw you. Can you tell me how you manage it?"
"Not here," I said, "maybe when we get home, okay?"
"That's fine dear. But a word of caution, go easy on your dad. He is
trying really hard to grasp the fact that your really quite beautiful,
so be polite, and don't antagonize him."
"Don't worry mom, I'm probably more nervous than he is!"
"You shouldn't be honey, you're a lovely girl, so act like one. It'll
be easier on everyone, especially Marcus I think."
"Mom! He's my best friend! He knows that I'm not...how could he could
be...attracted to me?...We're friends!"
"And you think that your father and I weren't friends before we got
married? Paula, you are an attractive girl, Marcus is a handsome young
man, your friend, and whatever happens, I think he always will be! Now
then, you be the polite young lady I know you can be, and lets go back
and enjoy dinner."
Dinner was pleasant although the undercurrent of my new status, unsaid
but always there, held all of us in check, unwilling to say anything
that might disrupt dinner or possibly embarrass me or anyone else.
Sitting there next to Mark, knowing that he liked what he saw when he
looked at me, was making me feel both very feminine, yet scared to
death. Dad drove us back to my apartment, which is when Mark said he
had to go, but promised to come back the next day, then, very casually
it seemed, stressed that he wanted to see Paula again! Mom and I,
leaving dad to watch television, went in my bedroom, shut the door,
then, with her urging, I slipped off my dress, preparing to show mom
how I managed to do everything. When I removed my bra then turned to
face her, I expected more than I got I guess. Mom got close and checked
out the breast forms very carefully, and seemed to be okay with them,
but when I pulled down my panties and she saw the special panty I had
on, well, I thought she was going to faint. Then I casually mentioned
that I had no choice but to wear it, since it was glued on, with almost
a month to go before I could get it off. Mom, her eyes still wide,
recovered from the shock of seeing a box of Tampons on the dresser,
then sat on the bed as I pulled on a pair of panties followed by my new
jeans, slipped my bra back on then a pullover top. I figured it would
be better than showing dad my cleavage. Mom said I was wrong, but
waited until much later to tell me that.
My new jeans fit me well, just tight enough to cause concern but loose
enough not to be lewd. The front, filling out like they would on any
girl, was fine, except that the seam of the jeans faintly cut into my
false vagina, and exemplified a womanhood that I wasn't supposed to
have, and the thin top merely hugged my boobs while clinging to my
waist, making my figure even more profoundly feminine. Mom and I walked
out to see dad, and I saw him make those cow eyes a again.
"This is...different," dad said without any preamble, "your mother told
me that you were doing this when you were in high school, but I thought
it was just a phase. Apparently, I was wrong. This afternoon it
certainly looked like you have breasts, and now, well, there isn't much
doubt that you have done something more to yourself! To be honest with
you, I can't say that I'm fond of the idea that my son likes to dress
as a girl, or that he might even look better as a girl! But tell me. Is
this how you dress when we're not around? And how come Marcus seemed so
comfortable around you? Do you two have something going that we should
know about? Are you and he... "
"Thomas!" mom said... "How can you ask her questions like that!?"
Since I no longer had anything to lose, my ego had been shot clean
through when my parents had seen me dressed, the only direction left
was up, and since I was buying my own stuff.... "That's okay mom," I
said a little angry, "I wouldn't have answered a question like that
anyway." Then I looked at him. "To start with, I have been going out as
a girl since I was in high school, almost every time you went to the
cabin as a matter of fact. When I got here, and I had my own apartment,
I was able to dress up as often as I liked, which was always after
classes. When Mark and I started selling our program, I had enough
money to have custom made breast forms and a special panty made to fit
me, which is why, when you looked at my boobs, they looked so real,
just like my special panty makes it possible for me to look this way
wearing slacks or jeans." I sat back, then gave dad the rest. "Mark did
not know until today dad, nobody does. Just us, and Mark."
"Program?" Mom asked. "What program?"
"It's the program I told you about mom, Mark and I developed a computer
program, and we have been selling it. First here at the college, but
now we sell it on the internet. We always use my computer, but Mark is
supposed to call before he comes over, it's a rule I have. That's why
he never saw me dressed until today."
"I knew that you two were making money selling this program," dad said,
somewhat skeptically, "but I had no idea that you were doing so well...
well enough to buy all that girl stuff anyway!"
"Enough," I told him with a smirk, "to pay for the rest of my college,
buy a car, and still have money left over."
"If," mom said, "Paula can support her habits, then we have no reason
to tell her she cannot dress this way! Besides, it was very nice having
a daughter with us at lunch for a change."
"But what about everything else!?" Dad was beginning to sound frantic.
"What everything else Tom? Paula is 18, and she can do as she wishes,
but if it makes you happy, I'll come up," mom chimed in, "and teach
Paula all about being a lady. That way she will be able to be the lady
we would expect of any daughter of ours. The rest is up to her, not
us."
Dad sat back, clearly confused by a son that not only wanted to be a
girl, but could look like one! He didn't like it, but he didn't make an
issue of it, and slowly, he nodded his head in a wary agreement with
mom, and my fate was sealed. Mom was going to teach me how to be a
lady, and there wasn't any doubt in my mind. I was going to eagerly let
her. They stayed all that day, going home in the morning. I was up
early, making breakfast for us, wearing one of my shortie nightgowns
and a robe when dad walked in. He glanced at me, poured a coffee, then
sat at the table.
"Do you go to classes that way?" Dad asked in the offhand way he has.
"Not really, I usually don't wear nightgowns to class," I said, trying
to be flip.
"Don't get smart with me. Do you attend your classes as a girl?"
"Not yet, like I told you yesterday, I only get dressed after classes,
but I've thought about it though."
"Thought about what?" mom said as she walked into the room.
"Dad asked me if I was attending my classes as a girl, and I said I was
thinking about it."
Just then I bent over to pour a coffee for everyone and my robe slipped
open, revealing my breasts, only the sheer nightgown between me and
disaster. I saw dad's eyes go wide and quickly wrapped the robe
tighter.
"It seems to me," mom said, "that you might as well. What I mean is,
you're almost all the way there now anyway, and it doesn't seem that
you're going to quit trying to be a girl, so why not?"
Dad didn't say a word, but the implications of what mom suggested hung
there, thick and heavy. If I started to attend classes as Paula, that's
how my degree would read when I graduated, and if I decided to regain
my manhood, it would be very hard to get a new degree issued in another
name. Plus, there was the rest of the family to think of, my
Neanderthal cousins for example. Their idea of a good time is drinking,
chasing girls, racing cars on public streets, and so on. In fact, not
one of them is arrest free, all of them had been nailed for DUI,
Disturbing the Peace, or Trespassing. A swell bunch all, with the
collective IQ of a cow in my opinion. We almost never saw them, but
they would surely get the word, and there wasn't any doubt that they
would try to make my life miserable. Then there are the neighbors to
consider, all of whom had known me since I was a kid, growing up with
me as my classmates.
My reasons for not attending classes as a girl, varied as they were,
all held a certain meaning for me, most of them just ways for me to
avoid the truth that mom knew and I was scared to admit. I was going to
become a woman someday, I was sure of that, which made the question of
when I would start the transition only a matter of choice...my choice,
but both of my parents didn't seem to mind that I was thinking of it.
Dad was the one to break the silence when he told me that while he
still didn't like the idea of me becoming a girl, he could see that
arguing about it was futile, then told me that if I decided to live and
attend school as a girl, he would make the arrangements to have my name
changed, then square it with the college. The rest would be up to me,
and by that, he meant that I would have to cope with any barbs that
came my way.
Mom and I cleaned up the kitchen, then I went to change. When I
reappeared I had on a short skirt with a simple white blouse and my gym
shoes, my hair in short floppy pigtails high on my head with small blue
ribbons to match the skirt. Both of them gave me a hug when they left,
but I kissed dad on the cheek. Mom winked at me, then the were gone. I
cleaned up, started the laundry, and hit the books. I was trying to
study, but failing as everything that had happened tumbled through my
mind in an ever changing set of scenarios. One thing was certain, Mom
had been right. Other than attending my classes, I was living as a
girl, and no matter what I did, nobody knew, or cared. It was easy. All
I had to do was get ready, wear something nice, and go to class. Easy
to say, probably easy to do, then again, maybe not easy to do.
I decided to go for a walk, staying close to my apartment, and took
only my apartment key, using one of those springy bracelet to hold it.
I walked outside, turned, and walked to the small pond nearby, stopping
to toss some bread to the ducks, paying no attention to anything else.
When I felt the finger on my back I jumped up, spun around with my hand
clenched in a fist ready to strike when I saw who it was.
"Hi Paula. I told you I would be over. I went to your place and you
weren't there, then I saw you down here and walked over. I didn't mean
to scare you."
"Oh, hi Mark."
"You look real nice Paula. Lets sit over here." Mark put his arm around
my waist and led me to the bench by the tree. Why didn't you tell me?"
"You didn't need to know," I said, "and besides, I've been hiding this
for so long it's second nature. I didn't want to upset anything, we
work so well together, and I... "
"You ever been on a date," he asked me, right out of the blue.
"No, of course not!" I said, a little on edge.
"Have you ever been kissed?"
"What!?"
"I said, have you ever been kissed?"
Mark was going crazy on me!
"Well...no," I said somewhat petulantly.
Mark, without a word, put his arm around me, slid over close, then
using his other hand, turned my face to him, and that's when he kissed
me, right on the lips! Shocked, I did nothing, which he took as a sign
that I liked it, so he kissed me again! I broke away, but my heart was
pounding like a bass drum and my hands were shaking.
"Why did you do that?!" I asked frantically, "You know I'm not really a
girl! You have all those girls in class after you all the time! You
could have your pick any time you wanted!"
"Yup," he said, "you're right. I could have any girl I want. Have you
ever seen me with any of them?"
"Noooo, I don't think so...but what about Sarah, that girl in the law
school?"
"That died a natural death Paula. She and I agreed it wasn't working,"
He sat back, then... "Why don't the two of us go out for pizza tonight?
By your own admission, you've never been on a date, and if you like,
you can think of it as practice."
"Just pizza?" I said, afraid of what else he might have on his mind.
"Just pizza," he said, when I didn't say anything... "I'll be over to
get you at six, which gives you...four hours to get ready, or whatever
else you girls have to do," Mark stood up, squeezed my hand, said "six
o'clock", and left me sitting there!
I watched him walk to his car, get in, and drive away. I was still
panting, but managed to walk back home, go in, and collapse on the
couch. Mark wanted to take me out? Why? He had kissed me! What did that
mean? Regardless of what mom had said, I did not think I was pretty,
merely average in looks, and there were plenty of girls on campus that
would have jumped on Mark's bones in a minute if he gave them the
chance, so why had he asked me out? I had no answers, and while part of
me was repulsed at being kissed by another guy, another part was
elated. Even though I had four hours to get ready, I stripped and went
in the shower. It seems as if I tried on everything I owned, but in the
end I wore that same blue skirt with matching pale blue panties and bra
and a thin blue top. I brushed out my hair, letting it flow out, did my
makeup, added perfume and jewelry, stepped into my white flats, then
sat playing on the computer while waiting for Mark to come and get me.
By the time he got there, I was on edge, but he was very polite, and I
let him take control, following his lead. Dinner was nice, and I
discovered another side of Mark that I had not known about. He was
funny, very attentive, and while I knew he was smart, the range of
things he could talk about were amazing. By the time we were standing
at my doorstep, I never felt more like a girl. Face to face, I moved to
open the door when he swept me into his arms and kissed me, the urgency
of it new but very nice. Then I felt his tongue on my lips, and without
thought, open up and allowed him entry. One of his hands around my
waist held me close, the other, on the back of my head assured him that
I would not pull away. Finally, he let me go, and we both stood there
panting hard.
"I'll come get you in the morning for class Paula," Mark said, then
turned and walked away!
That night all I could think about was Mark, and what he wanted me to
do. There wasn't any doubt in my mind at all. He expected me to appear,
ready for school the next morning, as Paula. I wanted to do it, my
parents told me it was my decision, and my best friend Mark wanted me
to be a girl as well. I lay in bed trying to sleep, but the smell of
his aftershave lingered, reminding me of what I had done, continually
provoking me to just be the girl that I knew I was. Some time during
the night I made my decision, and the next morning, when Mark arrived,
I was wearing a pleated tan skirt with a brown turtleneck top with tan
flats. I wore my hair in a pageboy, tasteful earrings, and a very light
perfume. Mark picked me up, the smile on his face telling me that he
was happy that I had decided to attend school as a girl. I wasn't so
sure it was the right thing to do, those old feelings of fear still
nagging at me, but since Mark was driving, I was committed.
Our first class was English, which was held in a big hall, so nobody
knew that I wasn't myself, and I simply signed in using my real name.
Mark and did not share our next class, so he left, and I walked over to
the history department. This time the classroom was small, and with
only 38 students, it was obvious when I sat in my assigned seat that I
wasn't who I was supposed to be, but the professor, a woman, merely
looked at me as she put a mark next to my name, and started the class
as usual. As I was leaving, she stopped me, and asked me if I would be
dressing as a girl all of the time, and when I said yes, she asked me
what name to write in her book. That was it! I told her, she smiled,
and I walked over to my next class, math. I usually shared a desk with
a girl named Beth, and without thinking, I sat in my normal place. When
Beth arrived, she looked around for me, then sat next to me. It was
only after a few minutes that I saw the recognition on her face. When I
smiled back, she grinned at me.
"Greg?" she asked incredulously... "Is that you?"
"It's not Greg," I said, "it's Paula from now on."
The professor called for order, and began the class. He never took
roll, assuming that since we were paying for the class, we would be
there. He couldn't have cared less who was there, or how anyone
dressed. Beth and I walked out together, heading for the computer labs.
Along with Mark and I, she shared the class with us.
"You didn't just decide to come to class that way Paula, you've done
this before!"
"All my life Beth," I answered, "My parents told me it was my decision
if I wanted to attend college as a girl, and I just couldn't say no, so
here I am."
"You have a nice figure for a guy in a dress Paula."
"I am not," I told her, somewhat sharply, "a guy in a dress! I'm a
girl, and I always have been. I just dressed like a guy for a long
time, but that's over now. I'm going to be myself!"
"I happen to know that you aren't a female, so what you're telling me
is that you have decided to become a girl on the outside to match the
girl inside?"
"Right! That's it exactly!"
"Then...you'll be dating guys?" Beth asked.
"I already have. Mark took me out for pizza last night."
"Mark...took you out?"
"Don't worry Beth, his virtue is intact. I was a perfect lady all
evening."
We both laughed at that, then went into the lab building, where we met
up with Mark. The guy that ran the class was not a professor, just a
hired teacher. He saw me walk in, sit with Mark, then smiled. He did
not say a word until the end of the class when he asked me what he
should call me. I told him, and that was the end of it. Mark, Beth and
I left together, with Mark driving first Beth, then myself home. After
spending the day as Paula, I knew that I was never going to go back to
being a guy, and went inside with a feeling of great accomplishment in
my heart. That night I called and talked to mom, telling her what I had
done, which is when she told me that she would be up the next weekend,
telling me that she wanted to have a long talk, then she said, we would
go shopping, and I would buy whatever she told me I needed! How could I
say no? Beth called a bit later and wanted to get together the next day
after classes, and invited me to her place. I told her I would be
delighted.
The next day I wore jeans and a top, and once again nobody seemed to
care how I dressed, or who I was. Beth and I went to her place, which
was in the women's dorm. She roomed with a girl named Cheryl, who was
home because of a death in the family. Beth wanted to know how I
managed to do certain things, but all I told her was that if I
stripped, I would look like her. She didn't like it, but she accepted
what I told her. We had dinner together, studied for a while, then I
went home. By the time Friday rolled around five days later, I felt,
acted, and looked just like all of the other girls on campus, and since
nobody seemed to know, or care who or what I was, I no longer worried
about being discovered. I spent the afternoon cleaning the apartment
since I didn't want mom to think I needed lessons in that!
When mom arrived in the early evening Friday after school, she sat me
down, and gave me a very frank talk about what she said were
"acceptable," ways for a young girl to satisfy her guy without
resorting to taking her panties off. When I protested, she reminded me
what I had told her. The "special panty I had on was fully functional,
including periods, and I could, if I wanted to, have sex with a guy,
just like any other girl", but, in her terms, having sex that way was
not to be included on my list of approved ways to satisfy a guy, and
she made that abundantly clear. It was embarrassing, but mom insisted
that I listen, then told me that maybe we should visit the place I
bought them, and have them reset before we began shopping. I agreed,
then she looked over my clothes, announcing them tolerable, and we left
for the shop after I changed into shorts and a top. I had my breast
forms and the panty reset using adhesive that would last for months,
then we headed for the mall, making one stop on the way...at a salon.
I had my hair trimmed and styled to make it easier for me to take care
of, then I had my nails done. When we left the salon I could add one
more new experience to my list. That had been my first time in a salon.
The first thing mom did when we were in the mall was add more panties,
then a couple of bras, one of them strapless, to my collection, plus a
corsolet, and a garterbelt. More skirts, blouses and dresses of course,
but also two suits, jeans, slacks, a jacket, a coat, a swimsuit, more
pantyhose and shoes, then I added to my jewelry collection. By the time
we were back at my place, we were tired, yet I was excited that mom was
helping me be the girl I wanted to be, and told her that.
"I know honey," she told me, "but how can I do anything else? Your
father is still having trouble with the idea that you're dressing as a
girl all of the time now, because it doesn't fit his image of what a
man is, or does, and you have thrown his entire set of masculine rules
right out the window! You didn't even bother to look back when you did
it, and now he's confused, maybe even hurt, but he isn't fighting you
about it, because he knows that no matter what he says, you'll do what
you have to do anyway, regardless of what he says! He and I had a talk
on the way home, which is when I told him that I was fairly certain
that this was going to be the outcome when we talked, back when you
were in high school. I also told him that we would have had a wonderful
daughter if you had been born a girl, and that fact that we are going
to help you become that girl makes it no less important, to you, and
us, especially him. It's my job to get you two back together, certainly
not as father and son, but as father and daughter, and the only way to
do that is to make sure that you are a woman through to the core, with
all of the same values you always had, only set in a slightly different
light. I am convinced that if you become the girl you think you are,
it'll be easier on both of you."
"Okay," I said, "but why are you helping me? I know that you don't like
it either, yet here you are, helping me, making me into the daughter
that I should have been."
"Well, like I told you, I knew way back when you were in high school
that someday you would find a way to become a girl. I had a son, and I
liked it that way, but when I saw you, you were about 16 I think, I
knew then. There wasn't any way the average person would have known you
were boy, even then, and that told me quite a bit. That's why I always
made sure that you had the time to get dressed and go out. All those
weekends at the cabin? All those vacations when we left you at home? I
knew what you were doing, I just didn't tell your father, and you
always looked like our son when we returned, which is why he never knew
just how good you were. Do I like it? Lets just say that I have
accepted the fact that we have a daughter now, and let it go at that."
Mom did not give me a ringing endorsement, but she had swallowed her
dislike and agreed to help me, and that alone is more than I had any
right to expect. I hugged her, and after I wiped away my tears, she and
I went in my bedroom where she led me through the delights of wearing a
corsolet, how to wear a strapless bra, then, if the need came up, how
to hide my nipples with band aids when I went braless. The corsolet was
tight, making my waist smaller and hiking my boobs up, but the
discomfort was worth the results. The strapless bra gave me a nice
cleavage and while also tight, looked sexy as hell. Everything else was
fine, and it was only when we got to the swimsuit that I slowed down. I
had no reason to worry, but I did, and as I slipped on the bottoms and
pulled them up, I felt half dressed. The top, only slightly more than
two triangles and string, made me look like a beach bunny and feel
extremely naked! Mom ooohed and aaahed while I looked in the mirror,
telling me that "it", meaning the suit, looked "just darling". Thirsty,
I went in the kitchen just as the doorbell rang. Mom opened the door,
and there stood Beth. When she saw me in that skimpy next to nothing
suit, her eyes popped open.
"Damn girl! I knew that you looked nice in regular clothes, but when
you told me that you were a girl just like me, I didn't believe it,
but...wow! That little next to nothing you have on makes me a
believer!"
"Mom," I said, "this is my friend Beth. She and I have some classes
together. Beth, this is my mom."
I quickly went in my bedroom and slipped on some shorts and a top, then
rejoined mom and Beth. Mom was excited to find out that I had a girl
friend, but didn't make a big issue of it. She was surprised to find
out that Beth was okay with my status, as well as the fact that I had
been in the women's dorm. Beth told her to "think about how silly that
sounded", and mom started to laugh. Beth had a date, so she left a
little later, leaving mom and I alone again.
"So, tell me Paula, how good a kisser is Marcus?"
"What!?"
"You heard me," she said, "based on the way he was looking at you, he
at least tried to kiss you, but probably did, so... "
"It was okay I guess," I told her, "Nothing special about it if that
what you want to know, he was being polite."
Mom let it go at that. The next day mom and I rearranged my clothes,
removing all but one set of my male clothes, then later that afternoon
she went home. I went to my classes, always dressed as Paula, and after
another week of that, I was more comfortable than ever as a girl. I had
met a few other girls, and we formed a sort of clique that ate lunch
together, and twice we went out as a group. Mark and I continued to
work together, and went out a few times, but I never felt a strong
attraction to him. I chalked it up to being a male, until Cathy, one of
the girls in our clique introduced me to her brother. We had gone out,
as a group, for dinner, which is when he showed up. I know that Cathy
wasn't expecting him, but she was glad to see him. When he joined us,
he sat across from me, and for the first time ever, I found myself
unable to take my eyes off him. I'm sure that I made an ass out of
myself, flirting by smiling, sitting with rapt attention when he
talked, and pulling my shoulders back to make my blouse tighter. I had
no idea that I was doing any of that until Heather told me when we went
to the ladies room.
"Bill seems to have cranked up your motor Paula!"
"Why do you say that? I didn't do anything!"
"Honey," she told me, "you did everything except take your clothes off!
Smiling, batting your eyes and laughing is fine, but pushing those
shoulders back? Now that's a message!"
"I did all that?" I said, shocked that what Heather told me.
"Yup, and I'll bet it worked too!"
At a loss for words and confused by what I had done, I said nothing,
and after we were done and back at the table, I sat with my hands in my
lap like a good little girl. As we left, Cathy asked me if it would be
okay if Bill called me, and without a thought, I said yes, committing
myself to possibly more than I wanted. I could not deny the attraction
I had for him, my only question was "why?" I mean, I wasn't a real
girl, and I had never felt attracted to a guy before, which left me
full of questions about myself. Telling myself that simply dressing and
being accepted as a girl was enough, I had ignored the possibility that
a guy would find me attractive, or that I would feel drawn to a guy
like a normal girl would. Mark had been the only guy that had accepted
me up to then, and he knew the truth. Bill had no clue, which made my
reaction to him so bewildering. Tall, well over six foot, with blue
eyes and blond hair that was almost white, a face that seemed to be
chiseled out of stone and a smile that simply flashed white and
straight when he blessed you with his best. The moment I saw him I felt
a pang, then more, all of which were new to me. That night I wore my
smallest, sheerest babydoll, naked underneath, just to look at myself.
I saw a young girl, eager in a newly found sexuality, a body ripe and
lush with a winsome smile that seemed to say more than words.
I lay in bed thinking, wondering how I would react if he asked me out.
What would I do? How would I act? Would I cross that line mom had told
me about, or would I do something she told me was okay but seemed so
alien to me? So many questions, all with no answers, or at least none
that I wanted to contemplate. It was settled the next day when Bill
called me, then asked me out to dinner on Friday. As soon as I hung up
the phone I was like a fluttering bird as I went from this to that and
back again, trying to pick out just the right thing to wear. Not sexy,
but not staid, not showy, but also, not ineptly telling him that I was
easy. I settled on my pleated tan skirt with a pink blouse and a thin
white sweater with low heels. Standing flat footed, I would come up to
his chin, and the heels would help that.
I called Cathy and found out that Bill was starting at the college the
next term, but for the moment he was staying with a friend of his, then
she told me that Bill had called her and wanted all the details she
could give him about me! Since Cathy was not in on my real identity,
she assumed that I was a girl, and told him what she knew. When Bill
showed up on my doorstep I was a wreck when I opened the door for him,
but I put on a brave face and a wide smile, then let him lead the way.
All night long he never took his eyes off me, which was unnerving but
flattering, but when we danced, and he had his arms around me, I felt
secure and safe, and warm all over, while he felt solid like a
mountain. His hands drifted downward, and I did not stop him as he
pulled me closer and closer, then, in the darkness, his lips touched
mine and I saw stars. Flashes of light that cascaded through my mind
like lightening, making me shiver, yet I could not pull away. He smiled
at me and I smiled back, knowing I wanted more lightening, and with my
smile, I beckoned him to provide it.
When we sat in the car, parked in front of my apartment, he took me
into his arms once more, and left me breathless when he kissed me. His
hands, so big and hard, seemed so soft and delicate when he touched my
face, drawing me closer, and I succumbed to his needs without thought.
When his hand moved to my breast, I could feel it. After wearing the
breast forms for so long I had become able to sense touch through them,
which no longer mattered. I lay back and let him touch me, unaware that
he was rock hard. When his hand touched my leg and moved upward, my
instinct was to close my knees together, but didn't...until his fingers
reached the edge of my panties. I sat upright, and told him what fun I
had, then ran in the house, leaving him to wonder if he did something
wrong.
Panting hard, I sat on the couch to recover. Bill had set in motion
emotions and feelings I never realized I had. Feelings of lust...for
another man for one. Taking my clothes off I was surprised when I
realized that all during the time we were out together, I had not had
an erection! Then again, girls don't have erections, so I put that
thought aside only to lay in bed naked and wonder just what would
happen when I saw Bill again, but sure that I would. For the first time
ever, I took my very private toy from it's hiding place. Long and thick
with a bulbous end, my hand wrapped around it while I imagined that it
was Bill's. Stroking it with one hand while holding it with the other I
had a chill come over me. Taking the small jar of lube, I greased
myself, spread my legs, and worked it into my false vagina. Back and
forth it went, my eyes closed, enjoying the filling sensation it gave
me. Then, all at once I felt it, a throbbing that made me shake, and I
knew that my manhood had responded, filling the small tube, which
leaked out and onto the sheets. With a shudder I pulled it out, then
lay there in bed, holding it, and as I lay there in bed naked, I
wondered if I could do that with Bill. Before I fell asleep, I knew
that after so many years of knowing I was really a girl, I knew that I
could.
Bill and I went out a few more times, each time pushing me closer to
the ultimate act. Only the holiday break saved me from it. As I packed
to go home, I wondered what my parents had told the family, but I was
unable to bring myself to worry about it, or even care. I went to the
salon and had my hair done, the next to last laser treatment on my very
sparse beard, my arms and legs waxed, my eyebrows thinned and arched a
little better, then acrylic nails added which were shaped and only a
bit longer than my own nails and painted a soft pink with clear polish
over that, I was ready to go home. Because of my aerobics classes my
weight had dropped to 122, which made all of my clothes look better,
and my shape was as good as ever. I wore my jeans and a sweater for the
ride home.
Dad greeted me the minute I walked in the house, hugging me tightly,
then I took everything to my room. Opening the door however gave me a
shock when I saw what had been done. My room had been redone in pastel
blue and white, shelves that once held toy planes now held dolls! The
bed and curtains matched, a soft yellow and white print to match the
pale yellow carpet. I set my case on the bed and looked around. There
was a small vanity, the closet held a few new clothes, but the biggest
shock came when I turned and saw dad in the doorway.
"You look like your mother at your age," he said as he walked into the
room. "I...um, still don't understand what's going on, but I have to
admit that you don't look anything like a boy in a dress, which is what
I expected when your mom told me. You're quite pretty as a matter of
fact. I...your mother and I redid the room. We figured you would like
it better."
Dad was struggling to tell me something, and I made a guess. "I love
you too dad. The room is lovely. Thanks," Then it hit me! "This was
your idea wasn't it? Mom just picked out the colors...right?"
"No...your mom was involved," he said, but I didn't believe him. He
couldn't lie worth a damn.
"Liar," I said as I went to him, wrapping my arms around him. Slowly,
he put his arms around me and held me.
"As long as you're happy," he whispered in my ear, "I'll be happy too.
Are you happy?"
"Now I am," I said, "Now that you are holding me!"
He kissed me on the cheek, hugged me once again, and for the first
time, I think dad accepted me as a daughter. I know his eyes were a bit
teary, but he blew his nose to hide it.
"How many boys have you had to chase away?" he asked with a smile...
"A few," I said with a wink, "because none of them were as handsome as
my father."
He hugged me again, and we went to the kitchen to get a soft drink. For
the next two days the three of us bonded and became a family again,
with dad becoming more protective as the days went by. Then mom told me
there was a family dinner scheduled, with my cousins first to say they
would be there. Nobody doubted that, because if they didn't have to pay
for the meal they were always there. I wasn't nervous about how I
looked, only the reaction I would get. Dad told me not to worry, so on
the day of the dinner, I went to my room to get ready. I had thought
about it, and decided to make a statement that was so clear that a
blind man would get it. After a shower, I asked mom to help me. Getting
ready took only an hour, but when I was done, I was very happy with
myself.
I started with black satin garterbelt, then the black satin panties.
Over that went the corsolet which mom tightened for me, then ecru hose
which I fastened to the garter straps. Making sure that my boobs were
hiked up and had a lot of cleavage, I sat at the vanity. My techniques
at makeup were quite good by then and I had no trouble hiding my almost
non existent beard, and using three tones of eye shadow, outlined with
eyeliner and pencil, I made my eyes very sexy indeed. Using the coral
blusher I highlighted my cheeks, using a small sponge to drag the color
around. The dress I selected was a lilac colored cocktail dress with a
sweetheart neckline, a plunging back, and was just above knee length. I
did my hair in a modified pageboy that left my earrings showing. The
choker necklace matched the earrings, while my shoes matched the dress
and my handbag. I did my lipstick in a soft red, added perfume, then
went to the familyroom to wait for my parents.
Mom smiled when she saw me, but dad drew in a breath and stared. With a
smile, I took his arm, and we left for the dinner, which was being held
at a hall across town. We walked in together, joining my Aunt Mary at
her table. Mary is my dad's older sister. She has known about me since
this all started.
"Your mother told me you were gorgeous Paula, but that's an
understatement!"
"Thank you," I said, but couldn't say anything else. I was interrupted.
"Hey! Who's the foxy chick?"
It was my cousin Fred, one of the Neanderthal we have in the family.
"Fred," mom said politely, "this is your cousin Paula."
"Oh yeah? Who's she belong to?" His voice was starting to grate on me.
"She is our daughter Fred! Don't you remember? Or is your brain so
pickled you can't remember?"
Dad was deliberately provoking Fred for a reason. He might just agree
that he knew me, which would make it harder to come back on me later
when he found out the truth. But Fred stumbled off, leaving me feeling
dirty somehow. Mom insisted that I join her, so I made the round of
tables with her, being introduced to everyone as Paula. Mom also made
it clear that I was her daughter. For the most part, once people looked
at me, they smiled and agreed, or they swallowed their tongue and said
nothing. Only Fred and his family were left, and as we approached them,
mom squeezed my hand.
"Betty," mom said, "this is our daughter Paula."
Betty is one of mom's cousins. Basically, she started out good, having
married, then had two sons. But her husband died when he was 33, and
Betty, in a rush to find someone else, began to use her body to attract
men. Sadly, she had two more kids by two different men, which made her
unable to find anyone. The first two sons were bullies and always had
been, her third, a boy named Isaac was slow but not retarded, and for
some reason, he turned out okay. Her fourth was a girl named Joann,
who, like her mother, used her body to get what she wanted. Joann had
turned to drugs, then had four kids of her own, starting in high
school, all by different guys. She was 27 and looked 45.
"You ain't got no daughter!" Betty said in a loud voice. "You have a
son! His name is.....George....no wait....Greg! That's it! Greg! This
here girl ain't no kin of ours!"
"Betty," mom said politely, "this is our daughter. Her name is Paula.
Just accept that and have a nice day."
We started to walk away when Dick, her second oldest son suddenly stood
up. "This here filly is Greg! He's dressed like a girl!" They all
looked at me, then, "You got a real nice shape to ya honey, but if I
check, I'll bet I don't find a girl under all that dress you got on!"
"Then you would be wrong!" I said angrily, and started to walk away.
Dick came out of his chair, headed straight for me, pushing mom out of
the way as he drew closer. He grabbed my arm and started to tear at my
dress when, right out of the haze, I saw a fist whiz by my head,
landing right on Dick's nose. Dick staggered back, but came up bloody
and grinning, his fists balled tightly as he ran towards me. I was
shoved aside, caught in the lap of a distant Uncle, so I didn't see who
was facing off with Dick. Then he turned. It was Bill, and he stood
there like a statue, waiting for Dick to make his move. But coward that
he is, Dick waited for Fred to join him. Together they rushed Bill, and
in a flurry of punches, none of which even touched Bill, both Fred and
Dick lay prostrate on the floor, out cold. Betty and Joann, in their
anger at what Bill had done, came at me, but never got close. Dad
yanked on Betty while another cousin, Julie, tripped Joann. Both of
them hit the floor hard. To a round of applause, Bill took my hand,
helped me stand up, then took me back to the table, leaving Betty and
her brood to get themselves up off the floor.
Dad had moved over one seat so that Bill could sit next to me. How he
got to our family party was my biggest question, so I asked him. That's
when he casually mentioned that his dad owned the company that my dad
dealt with every day. When he told his dad about me, his dad had called
my dad, who had invited Bill to be there! As much as dad had protested
my becoming a girl, he had set up a date for me! I could not have been
happier to see Bill, and it must have shown, because both mom and Aunt
Mary mentioned it when we used the ladies room. Later, at the table, a
lot of people came over and apologized for Betty and her clan,
welcoming me to the family as if I belonged there, as the daughter my
parents said I was. Later, as we were leaving, both Fred and Dick stood
in the doorway, blocking our exit. They both faced Bill.
"We're going to find you, then come teach you some manners boy!" Fred
always did have a big mouth.
Bill, unperturbed, calmly opened his wallet, and handed each of them
his card. "Any time you feel the need, just call, or better yet, stop
by! We'll have a nice chat! In fact, I'll called the paramedics in
advance!"
"You don't scare me fella," Dick said, but the spittle on his chin said
a lot more... "we can do this now if you like, then we'll straighten
out you sissy girlfriend here!"
Bill did not bite, but took my hand in his, winked at both Fred and
Dick, and walked me to his car, leaving Fred and Dick with nothing but
nasty invectives to throw at us. The minute we were in the car I told
Bill I would thank him later, but all he did was grin at me! We did not
go home, instead he took me to meet his parents! Both of them were
charming, and his mother seemed to be very happy that we had met, so
much so that I felt welcome almost at once. His dad laid on the charm,
which is where I knew Bill got it from. Later, on the way home...
"My mother likes you. She rarely acts that way when I bring a girl
home."
"She's a lovely woman Bill, you're very lucky to have her."
"No Paula, I'm lucky to have you."
Each time he spoke, every word seemed to make me tingle all over, but I
knew that he had heard what Fred and Dick had said, that I was a boy in
a dress, and that confused me so much, making me so edgy that Bill
noticed, and asked me about it. I did not want to tell him the truth,
but he earned it, and I simply couldn't lie to him any more. He pulled
into the lakeside park, stopped the car, and we got out. He held me
close, kissed me, but I broke away. I had to tell him, and there wasn't
any easy way. We were about five feet apart when I turned to face him,
the tears I had running down my cheeks were not of shame, but dismay.
"Bill," I said, "I have something to tell you. Fred was right. I'm
not...I can't..." With a sob in my voice, "I'm not a real girl! This is
all fake! Just silicone padding and makeup!" Moving back a little, "You
don't have to take me home, I can call my dad, he'll come get me..."
"I should slap your face Paula," he said angrily, "I would never leave
you out here alone! Never! Not even if you weren't a girl!" He rushed
to me, put his arms on my shoulders, then yanked me to him. I collapsed
against him, sobbing like a baby as he stroked my hair. "Paula," he
whispered, "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever met. You're
intelligent, unassuming, and unlike a few girls I know, not interested
in me for my money. Now then, tell me all about it."
So I did, starting way back in grade school, all the way to right at
that moment. I told him about the panty, my breast forms, how I felt,
everything. Bill listened without saying anything, then, when I was
done, and we were face to face...
"Tell me this Paula, do you tingle when we kiss? Do you lay awake at
night thinking about me? Do you want to be with me? In other words, do
you feel like I do?"
"Oh yes," I said, hoping he wasn't lying to me. "I do!"
"Then anything else we can work out, can't we?" He held me, a hand on
each upper arm, looked me right in the eye, and said, "Paula, I'm in
love with you, and I think that you love me. Beyond that, nothing
matters, does it?"
Then he kissed me, and I let him touch me anywhere he wanted to. Once
we were in the car the kissing continued, and for the first time, he
touched me in that forbidden spot. Then, to my great surprise, I
touched him. We were both excited, and I would have done something for
him right then, but common sense prevailed, and he took me home. He did
not stay, but promised to come over the next day. I ran to my room so
that my runny eye makeup would not be so evident. I didn't count on
mom's eagle eye. She came in the room right behind me, shutting the
door when she saw how I looked. I started crying again, the strain of
everything had risen to the top, bursting out in one huge, ugly bubble
that threatened to destroy me. No longer able to control my emotions, I
had burst into tears. Mom merely held me until I stopped.
"Hard day...uh?" Mom pulled me to the bed, sat, and made me sit next to
her. "Now, tell me all about it," she said.
It came out, the good, the bad, and the very ugly truth. I was in love
with a man that loved me back, but I was not a woman, merely a
caricature of one. I felt dirty, yet swollen with pride that Bill loved
me. I was willing to do things for him that only girls do, and I didn't
feel the slightest remorse about it. I was willing to take Bill to my
bed and make him as happy as I could, without being a real woman. As
the words tumbled out in a rush of pent up frustrations, mom listened
until I finally could say no more. I lay back on the bed, staring at
the ceiling, waiting for mom to tell me how foolish I was to love Bill.
"I think it's time you see the doctor Paula. I know there are programs
out there for girls like you, so we'll just have to find one so that
when you and Bill get married, you can be the woman he knows you are!"
"You're not mad at me?" I asked.
"Mad? No!" Mom replied. "I think it's time we talked about what it is
that you want."
So we talked and talked and talked, but in the end, it came down to my
wanting to be a real girl. Along the way mom casually mentioned that it
was perfectly alright for me to take care of Bill's needs, telling me
in a very soft voice that my father certainly liked when they were
dating! It was the first admission that my own mother would do
something like that, and it made us both giggle.
"The guys like it Paula," mom said, "and it slows them down when they
start thinking about getting into your panties. Now, let me help you
get undressed, you take a shower, and I'll make some popcorn."
Nothing was said that night, except that dad commented that he thought
Bill was quite a man. "He didn't back down from those two today, not
even a little, then, when he knocked them both out! What a punch that
boy has!"
"And," mom said, "he is in love with Paula."
Dad started to say something, but one look from mom was all it took to
make him fall silent. The next day, wearing jeans and a blouse, almost
no makeup and my hair pulled back in a ponytail, I was helping mom
clean house when Bill stopped by. With a wave of her hand, she told me
to go, so Bill and I left. We ended back at lakeside, where Bill
produced a blanket, a small basket, and some wine. When I saw it, he
winked, grinned, then kept on walking until we were in the most
secluded spot he could find. We talked, ate, talked some more, then he
kissed me, and the tingling started all over again. Those hands
caressed me softly, making me purr with desire, then, I unbuttoned my
jeans and pushed them down and off. Laying there in my bra and panties,
covered only by the blouse, Bill reacted like any man would. He stood
at attention. Not wanting to lose any momentum, I unbuckled his pants,
unzipped him, and watched as he stepped out of them. As he lay next to
me, my hand reached him, and just like in my dreams, my hand wrapped
around him, and I began to stroke him. He quickly pushed my blouse over
my head, and I lay there, ready to prove my womanhood. But he did
nothing for a moment, standing on his knees staring down at me, his
member right in my face.
I did what I wanted to do. I reached up, kissed it, then took him. I
felt his hand on my head as I stroked him, then all at once, he was on
top of me, pushing for entry. I helped him, then, I felt him. Like
before, I felt the size of it as he filled me up, then, as he worked to
completion, I also felt a surge run through me. When he was done he
rolled off of me, grinning. I lay next to him, basking in the knowledge
that I had managed to make him happy, feeling as if I had somehow
become a more complete woman. I lay there naked as he got dressed, then
slipped my panties on and ran down to the lake, wading in up to my
waist. He quickly shed his clothes, then joined me. I never knew skinny
dipping could be so much fun, especially after he pulled my panties
off, held me in his arms, and impaled me again.
I got home, my clothes still wet, and Mom took one look, then pointed
at my room, but she was grinning at me. It had to happen, eventually I
was going to make love to a man. Starting in high school I knew it, and
now that it had happened, I didn't mind at all. That night dad handed
me some papers to sign. They would legally change my name to Paula
Kimberly, and would allow me to start in a program to become a woman.
Three weeks later I did start in a program, and by the end of the next
year I no longer needed any padding at all. Bill and I were both sad to
see the demise of my special panty, but right after it came off for the
last time, He asked me to marry him, and I said yes. Mark was going to
be the best man, while Beth would be my Maid of Honor. What happened to
me I never expected, it just happened, but I'm glad it did. Within a
month after I graduate I'll be a wife, and someday, a mother.