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Perfect Pirouette
James laid belly down upon his bed, flipping the pages in his new
Seventeen magazine. His fingers, nails freshly painted in a lovely soft
blue, turned each page delicately. For the most part, he hated
Seventeen, but he had little else to do, as his mother had removed his
videogames and old books from his bedroom. He was in the dating section,
reading an article titled "Boys: What They Expect" when he heard a knock
at the door. At least his mother knocked.
"Jennifer? Can I come in? It's time for your shot."
"Yes, Mother."
The second day he spent back at home, James' Mother took him to a
special "gender psychologist." He was an old man, with white hair and
nasty crooked teeth that were kept in a perpetual grimace. The man asked
James a few questions, and James responded appropriately (he had been
coached how to by his Mother). The old doctor confirmed with a nod of
his head the diagnosis.
"Ma'am, it is apparent here that you have a transgender daughter."
He handed mother and daughter a few pamphlets and then spoke again.
"I'll send in the prescription to the nearest pharmacy as soon as I can.
I think that concludes our visit. Goodbye, Jennifer..." The man waved
with a wrinkly hand.
Back in his room, James dutifully lifted the hem of his skirt up above
his waist and pulled his panties down, exposing his bum. His Mother
stood behind him, flicking a syringe to rid it of air bubbles, and then
removing the cap, exposing the shiny hypodermic needle. Mother swabbed a
spot on James' buttocks, cleansing it, and then plunged the needle into
the fat. James felt the now familiar sting of the steel, and a weird
cold sensation as his Mother depressed the plunger that would soon flood
his system yet again with female hormones. The psychologist said they
would "correct" him.
James was fully aware of what they did. In the short time he was back,
he felt more affected by the injections than he had with the entire
summer of pills. His chest was even more pronounced and tender, his
thighs shapelier, and his mind was beginning to... change. Wearing soft,
frilly things wasn't as stupid as it had once seemed. Neither was
putting effort into his appearance. He felt a misplaced sense of pride
whenever his Mother told him he looked pretty.
"We're going to the mall in an hour. Get ready." James' Mother placed a
Hello Kitty band-aid over his bum and left the room.
James went over to his new vanity and sat down, wincing as he put
pressure on his cheek. He was already dressed, so it was only a matter
of makeup. First, some foundation, then a light bit of blush. Then
mascara for the lashes. It was a casual look that enhanced his youthful
glow and brought out his blue eyes. He ran his brush a couple of times
through his locks, and then he was finished. The boy stood back and
looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a knee length pink
skirt, soft and swingy, and a short sleeved white top, decorated with
butterflies. Simple black flats were on his feet. He grabbed his purse,
a small brown leather pocketbook on a thin strap.
James and his mother were soon in the car, listening to the Top 40
station. Taylor Swift and Ariana Grande had soon become fixtures in
James' life. It was as if their music was inescapable. He even bobbed
his head along to the beat. Looking in the mirror for a moment, he
looked indistinguishable from any other young girl enjoying herself to
her favorite music.
Mother parked her car and then the two entered the mall. James hated the
mall. All sorts of other young people were here, and it seemed like this
would be one of the places he'd most likely get exposed in. James'
Mother dragged the poor boy along into Macy's, and then the shoe
section.
"We've got to get you some more shoes, hun."
They passed by a display which had cork wedges on them. "Oh, these are
just too cute! Jennifer, let's find a pair in your size." James' soon
found himself prancing about on the wedges. At three inches in height,
they were taller than any shoe he had worn before. "You look adorable in
those. They even show off your pretty pedicure! We are going to buy
them. In fact, let's wear them out." James teetered about. "Are you
sure?" "Of course. You'll get the hang of them soon, don't worry."
But that wasn't all. His mother insisted that they purchase him a pair
of brown leather knee high boots, complete with shiny golden buckles.
"Those will be great for fall and winter. They'd look fantastic with
some nice jeans." There was more though. The final pair of shoes were
white Converse high tops. "You could pair those with some jeans or maybe
your shorts or a skirt for a more casual look." The two left the shoe
store with a bag full of shoes. A few stores down was a Claire's, and
James' Mother insisted he stop inside and pick out some earrings. The
poor boy ended up with pink rhinestone heart-shaped studs to add to his
collection. They ended up at the foodcourt, where James sat down while
his Mother went to the restroom.
"Hey."
James nearly jumped out of his skin. He looked up, peeking through his
bangs at a boy standing directly in front of him. He was flanked by a
boy to his left and right. James' blood froze in his veins. Please,
please don't let him find out!
"What's up?" the boy asked.
"Oh, um... Hi." James offered a limp wristed wave.
"What's your name? I'm Paul." The boy smiled.
"Jen."
"Cool, you come here a lot? What's in the bags?"
Jen shrugged. "Sometimes. It's just some shoes," she admitted.
"Oh." An awkward moment of silence passed before the boy laughed. He
gestured behind him. "They dared me to come up and talk to you."
Jen nodded.
"So, uh... Wanna swap numbers?" The boy asked hopefully.
"Oh- I uh... I actually don't have a phone right now... It broke just
last week and I haven't gotten a new one yet," Jen replied.
The boy looked deflated. Just then, Mother returned from the restroom.
"Jennifer! Who are all your new friends?"
"That's my mom..." Jen said, her gaze focused on her lap.
"I'm Paul," the boy said. "That's Will, and Joey."
"Well, I'm so glad to meet you. My daughter and I just moved here, so
she's just dying to make friends. Right, Jennifer?"
"Yes Mother."
"Well, it's lovely to meet you all, but we've got to go now." Mother
turned to Jennifer. "We've got to get home so you can get ready for
ballet." Jennifer nodded, feeling the color rise in her cheeks from
embarrassment. She felt as if she was going to melt into a puddle on the
chair.
"Ballet?!" one of the boys in the rear asked.
"Oh yes. Jennifer is quite the little dancer. Maybe one day you could
attend a performance."
"Sure, Paul said.
"Now Jennifer, say toodles."
Jennifer lifted her hand again in a wave. "Toodles."
Mother and daughter left the scene. In the car, mother began to speak.
"I didn't know that you were into boys, Jennifer."
"I... They walked up to me!" James said.
"There's no need to get so defensive." Mother retorted. "It's only
natural. They were handsome. Handsome boys seek out pretty girls, you
know." James nodded.
Back home, James got to work packing his bag for ballet class that
night. First, a pair of ballet flats, the most important piece. Two
leotards (one was just a spare), and two pairs of tights (another
spare). A selection of hair ties, a hair net, a hair spray canister, and
bobby pins were next on the list. Finally, a large drink filled with
water and ice. There was a little time left before practice, and James
finished that article in Seventeen with his spare time. He also
painstakingly (literally) tucked his tiny cock away and out of sight, so
it wouldn't be a problem.
The ballet school was located in a strip center. "Northside Academy of
Dance" was the full name of the place. James stepped into the lobby with
his dance bag slung over his shoulder. The receptionist, Victoria,
smiled at him. He stepped into the changing room and began to undress.
He removed his shoes, skirt, and top, and replaced them with the
appropriate gear. He pulled the tights up his smooth, slender legs,
settling them in place on his legs. The pink tights had a sheen
underneath the lights. He donned the white leotard. The stretchy lycra
clung to his body and defined his growing breasts.
James left the changing room and headed into the studio. The studio was
simple, consisting of a wooden floor. One of the walls was covered from
floor to ceiling with mirrors, and alongside the wall was a railing that
students could grab ahold of if needed.
"Hey girl, what's up?"
That was Taylor, one of the other girls who took ballet. James found
himself close with her- the closest thing to a friend that he had as
"Jennifer." There were other girls there, of course, but he talked to
Taylor the most. He found himself switching his persona whenever he was
around her- he became slightly more girlier.
"Not much, you?"
"Same old, same old. Come over here and let me do your hair."
"Sure thing."
Taylor took a comb and brushed all of his hair back tightly, gathering
it up in a high ponytail. She then wrapped the hair around itself,
forming a bun as she went. She pinned James' hair in place with a series
of bobby pins. She also used pins to pull back James' bangs from his
forehead.
"Spray?"
"In my bag."
Taylor unzipped the bag and the distinctive hiss of the hairspray was
audible as a mist formed around James' head, lacquering the ballet bun
in place. It wasn't a long time before his hair was suitably stiff.
"So, ready for class?"
"Yes."
The two prattled on for a few minutes, engaging in small talk. Jennifer
was emerging. It was frightening when she slipped out.
"I got these boots earlier today, I think you'd like them."
"Oh, do tell?"
"You know, knee high- sort of that riding boot look."
"I'm sure they're great."
"Yeah, and-"
"Girls, it's time for class!"
The head instructor, Miss Kelly, appeared. It was time for class to
begin. Jennifer and about fifteen other girls took their places. First,
stretching had to be done. The girls all started on the ground, doing
the splits to loosen their muscles, touching their toes, leaning back
and pushing their hips forward. They were all exercises meant to reduce
injury. Jennifer found that she wasn't as good at doing the splits as
the other girls... Yet. She had shown remarkable improvement compared to
when she first started ballet.
Then, the girls progressed to standing stretches, holding the bars to
steady themselves. Some of the flexibility the girls possessed
astonished Jennifer. Knees, toes, hips, all of them were stretched. The
girls pointed their foot out front, bent at the knees, and the stuck it
to the side. They repeated the action with the other leg. Miss Kelly
declared the girls warm enough.
"Now, today, I want to teach you how to pirouette. By the time you leave
today, you'll all have the perfect pirouette, okay?"
"First, you need to stand straight." All the girls did as she commanded.
"Okay, now, fourth position." The girls assumed fourth position, one
foot in front of the other and their toes pointing to the outside. "Now,
you will releve, bring your foot up, like this. While you do this, your
arms will go into first position, like so." She demonstrated, and the
girls mimicked. Jennifer was amused at how Miss Kelly could remain
elevated on one foot like that. "Focus on a point in front of you, at
the wall. You want to bring your head around to that very same point as
you make your turn, okay? Next, we will make the turn. Bring your hands
together in front of you. Keep them in a circle, like you're holding a
pizza. Now you all get to try."
The girls, Jennifer included, all began spin about. "Good, good. Now
let's see if we can nail the details down. Spin one more time for me."
The girls pirouetted and Miss Kelly watched them all. "Jennifer, come
forward, please." Jennifer stepped forward. "Do it for me." Jennifer
pirouetted. "Perfect! Now, do it again, slowly- stop!"
"Girls, see how she moves her foot like that? Do it again." Jennifer
repeated the pirouetted. "Just like that. Now you all try to do it,
slowly." The girls all followed Jennifer's example.
"Okay, Jennifer. One more time. I want to make sure everyone is aware of
one more detail." Jennifer spun around again. "Okay, see the way she
places her hands? It's perfect. Just like that! Try it again, girls."
The girls spun around, again and again, like little feminine tops. Once
Miss Kelly thought that everyone had it down to a suitable degree, the
last thirty minutes of class was spent practicing a famous routine, in
this case, the Sugar Plum Fairy. It was challenging, but rewarding.
After class, just before Jennifer left, Miss Kelly caught up to her.
"Hey, Jennifer. Thanks for helping me demonstrate earlier today. That
was so awesome of you. I can't believe you've only been dancing for a
few months. Keep it up!"
Much to James' chagrin, Jennifer possessed a natural grace and poise.
"Thanks, Miss Kelly."
On the way out, James passed by Taylor, her mother, and her brother.
Taylor ran up to him. "Jennifer, pool party at my place Saturday. You're
totally invited."
"Really? Cool."
Taylor giggled, and leaned in close. "My brother totally likes you. You
better come."
The poor boys' blue eyes went wide. "Seriously?!" "Yeah."
James looked over to Taylor's brother. He was big, taller than six feet,
and musclebound. Taylor said he was a football player. Just then, James'
Mother pulled up. "I gotta go."
"See you Saturday."
James climbed into the car...
"So what did you learn today, Jennifer?"
"We learned how to pirouette. Miss Kelly called me out to help with
everyone."
"Oh, goody! I bet you were just delighted to showcase your talent in
front of the class, weren't you?"
"Yes, Mother."
Back home, James got ready for bed. He showered, leaving his body
smelling fruity, and washed the thick hair spray from his locks, leaving
them soft and malleable. He put on a fresh pair of cotton panties and
slipped into a nightgown. It was old-fashioned, ankle length with long
sleeves down to his wrists, and a high neckline which felt restrictive.
The whole thing was accented by ruffles and frills; on his sleeves, on
the hem, on his chest. It was cool to the touch. James went over to his
vanity and began to brush out his hair, before braiding it into pigtails
like he did almost every night, leaving pink bows tied cutely on the
ends.
James climbed into his canopied bed, swaddling himself in the lavender
silk sheets. Before he went to bed, Mother came by and made sure his
classical music was playing. It had played every night he went to sleep,
ever since he visited Aunt Rose. Tonight, strings, clarinets, pianos,
and harps would lull the boy off into a gentle sleep. James drifted off
to sweet dreams.
The next day, there was nothing to do. No ballet, and no errands to run
either. James spent the day lounging around in pigtails, watching soaps.
At one point, Mother entered the living room. "Taylor's mom just called
me. She says there's going to be a pool party at their place on
Saturday. You're going."
"Yes, Mother."
James felt his cheeks redden. He hadn't told his Mother about it; in the
hopes he wouldn't have to go. It seemed like he was going anyways. The
rest of the day passed without incident, save the regular bum injection.
On Friday, he received another injection, and it was time for another
ballet practice. The lesson passed by easily, and once again James' was
praised for his abilities. He spent the majority of class worrying about
the party.
Saturday rolled around, and it was time to get ready for the party.
"Jennifer, be sure to shave your legs- and why don't you do your nails
again. I think you should wear those wedges we bought you on Wednesday."
"Yes Mother."
James went to his bath, where he used one of his pink disposable shavers
and a soft gel cream to rid both his legs and armpits of any errant,
nasty hair.
James then went to his vanity and used his polish remover to wipe away
the chipped soft blue nail polish, replacing it with the pastel pink
polish he most commonly wore. He applied the polish to his toenails too,
placing tissues between each toe as he went. He held up his hands,
fingers splayed out, and blew on his nails. Once they were dry, he
wondered what to do with his hair. He let his locks out of his braids.
Sleeping in them left them quite curly, and he played with the idea of
leaving his hair down. He pulled it back with a hand to simulate a high
pony, and then decided against it. Finally, he settled on a French
braid. While a little challenging, James had received such practice with
braids over the summer that he was able to deftly weave the parts of his
hair together in a way that satisfied him, leaving his bangs free to
dangle over his forehead.
Now it was time to decide what to wear. He only had one bathing suit at
the moment- a blue and white polka dotted one piece accented by tiny
skirt for modesty's sake. James put it on. It was similar to his
leotard- it clung to all of his growing curves and he hated it. Just
like with ballet, James was going to have to tuck his balls and cock if
he wanted to hide them. He did, of course. Next, he threw on a tank top,
and then put on a pair of short shorts with a thin leather belt. Once he
was strapped in to his wedges, he was ready to go. There was a knock at
the door. "Jennifer, dear. I have a surprise for you." Mother came in
with a bag. "I saw this when I was out shopping the other day, and
thought it would be perfect for your little pool party." Mother produced
a floppy, wide brimmed hat complete with a navy blue ribbon around it.
"There's something else, too." Also inside was a pair of large girls'
sunglasses. The boy put the big hat on his head.
"Oh, that's just too sweet." His Mother grabbed the polaroid and made
him sit on the bed for another photo. "In fact, why don't you take that
with you? I'm sure you and Taylor can find some use for it."
James looked down at the bag at his feet. His Mother had given him a
large pink bag, which included a few towels (pink, of course) tanning
lotion, and the polaroid camera. Mother dropped him off at the base of
the driveway and departed. As James minced up the driveway in his
wedges, hat sitting on his head and bag slung over his shoulder, he felt
like a total diva. Taylor trotted out to greet him. "Hey Jen! Come on
in!" She opened a gate for him. Taylor was wearing a red bikini that
showed off her body, and her light blonde hair tumbled loosely past her
shoulders and down her back.
Taylor's family was very well off. Her home was located in a gated
neighborhood, and while not a mansion, it was very large. A golf course
even backed up to the backyard. The pool was fantastic, with an array of
chairs out by it. There was even a grotto with a waterfall!
James and Taylor selected a pair of chairs, and then James began to
undress, removing his shorts and top. "Cute bathing suit." Taylor
remarked. She was spreading lotion up and down her legs and thighs,
before moving on to her arms and face. "Wanna help me with my back? I'll
help you do yours."
"Sure."
James stood over her as she lay prostrate upon the chair. He rubbed the
lotion into his palms before rubbing into the soft flesh of her back. He
bit his lip as he prayed that his loins would not stir. Then it was
James' turn. The position was reversed, and now the boy was laying down,
having the pretty girl massage tanning lotion into his skin.
Fortunately, there wasn't as much to do, since he wore a one piece.
The two then lounged by the pool, chatting and taking in the sun.
Jennifer was fully out now.
"What do you think about my hair, Jen?"
"It's nice, why?"
"I don't know. I'm thinking about going shorter. It's been like this too
long. It's getting too samey."
"Like, how short?"
"Like, to here." Taylor put a hand just at her shoulders. "Maybe a
little shorter than yours. I like yours.
"I think it'd look great."
"Thanks. Say, why don't you ever try going blonde?"
"I am blonde."
"No, like, blonde blonde." Taylor pinched a lock of her hair and held it
up. "Like me."
"Oh, I don't know."
The conversation went on for a while. Subjects shifted from ballet, to
movies, to clothes, to boys. School was beginning soon, and Taylor was
trying to get Jennifer to join the cheerleading squad with her.
"It'll be so fun. You're already super good at dance. Cheer is even
better! We'll get to go to games and everything. We'll have the best
seats, right on the field!" "Maybe... I'll have to see what Mother
thinks." Jennifer said as she leafed through a gossip magazine.
Taylor's brother, Andrew, and one of his friends arrived. Immediately,
they ran and cannonballed into the pool, getting water dangerously close
to Jennifer and Taylor. "Hey asshole! Can't you see us sitting here?!"
Andrew swam over. "What, afraid of a little water, girls?" He playfully
swiped a hand through the water, causing a small splash to land on
Jennifer's legs. Jennifer squeaked, and Andrew laughed.
"Come on in the pool!"
Taylor put down her magazine. "Alright!" She picked up a volleyball and
jumped in, throwing it at Andrew as she fell. Jennifer cautiously
entered the water, testing it. "Come on!" Andrew hooted, splashed her
more. "Stop it!" He lunged at Jennifer and caught hold of her shoulders,
forcing her under the water. When she emerged, water dripped from her
face, her bangs wetly matted down to her forehead. She even spat out
some water.
What followed next was typical pool party fare. A lot of splashing, a
lot of giggling, and even a game of catch with the aforementioned
volleyball (Jennifer failed at catching it every time).
"Hey, I've got an idea," Andrew said as everyone gathered round. "Let's
do a chicken fight."
"What's that?"
"Okay, it's an easy game. Connor and I will have one of you on our
shoulders, and you guys have to try and knock each other off. Trust me,
it will be fun!"
Jennifer found herself mounted on top of Andrew, her thighs on his
shoulders and his arms wrapped around her them. Based on what Taylor
told her, it seemed obvious why he had picked Jen to be on his team. The
poor girl prayed that no "accidents" would happen, and that her secret
would remain hidden.
"Alright, let's go!"
The two boys closed the distance, allowing the girls to push and shove.
After nearly being pushed over, Jennifer struck back- knocking Taylor
clean off Connor's shoulders. "Nice job, Jen!" Andrew held up a hand for
Jennifer to high five.
Then it was time to eat. Taylor's dad was cooking up burgers and
hotdogs. Normally, those foods were off limits at Jen's house. A total
ban had been placed on fast food and unhealthy food, but in certain
situations, Mother let the dietary restrictions slide. This was one of
them. Jennifer and Taylor wrapped themselves in towels as they sat down
poolside to eat, and Andrew sat right next to Jennifer. She got an
eyeful of him- he was big and broad chested, his arms well defined. As
one point, he even brushed his arm against her. Jennifer felt an
alarming electric sensation at the touch. The four of them even took a
photo with the camera.
Eventually the evening winded down and it was time to go home. Mother
came to pick Jennifer up. In the car, she inquired about the evening.
"So how was it?"
"Fun."
"Taylor's brother seemed nice when I met him."
There was no response.
"He's very handsome. And tall."
Back home, James returned. He ascended the stairs to his room. "Don't
forget Jennifer, church tomorrow! Don't forget to set your hair!" James
sighed. "Yes Mother." Church was a new experience, it seemed like an
excuse to dress James up in the most ridiculous outfits imaginable.
Sure, many girls wore nice dresses, but none like his. Some even wore
jeans!
James washed up and returned to his vanity. He had plugged in his
rollers and they reached a suitable temperature, so he began rolling up
his hair before tying a silk scarf around his head to protect the
rollers. Dressed in his nightie, he crawled into bed and tried to sleep,
tossing and turning all night. The prickly rollers made it so hard to
sleep.
That morning, James received another injection. He thought about the
fluid that had just entered his bloodstream, about the way it would
change him. It would soften his skin, redistribute his fat, break down
chemical structures and rearrange them into something else, something
girlier. His mind would change too. He knew that it had changed already,
but the mental transformation would be even greater. He knew it. Soon,
he'd be just like Taylor... The needle hurt, but the thought of the
irreversible changes was even scarier.
It was time to get dressed. A white silk bra and panty set, a slip,
tights. A baby blue knee length dress, with white accents and ruffled
cap sleeves. James sat at his vanity and took down his hair and brushed
through it once. Curls were always worn to church. A full face of
makeup- not just a casual look this time. Pink lipstick was even
included. For accessories, a Minnie Mouse watch was strapped around his
wrist, and a straw boater with a blue ribbon was perched daintily upon
his head. White lace gloves covered his hands. Upon his feet he wore
white patent leather Mary Janes and ruffled ankle socks.
Church was boring to say the least. James sat next to his Mother and
only did anything when he was required to lip sync some old hymn.
Besides that, it was totally pointless. James was also aware of everyone
staring at him, due to his unusual attire. An older woman using a walker
even complimented him on his hat. James merely smiled sweetly and
thanked her. He was glad whenever Mother agreed to leave after the
service, as she had begun pushing for him to attend the Young Women's
Ministries.
That night, as he laid down in bed, he thought of tomorrow. Ballet
practice was tomorrow, and he drifted off to sleep dreaming of ballet,
of leaping and prancing and performing perfect little pirouettes. It was
a sweet dream.
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