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The Pink Formal
Janet L. Stickney
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It was my first time, really, it was. But my mother acted as if I had
gone crazy, and all at once my life changed. My name is Tim, I'm 17, and
almost out of school. Just a few more weeks to go and I had the entire
summer before I start college. My sister had gotten married almost a
month ago and moved, with her husband to an apartment. But she left
behind all sorts of things, including a lot of her clothes. Cheryl is a
real beauty, dark hair, green eyes, and a trim, shapely figure, with a
smile that charmed almost anyone she decided to use it on. Mom and Dad
had gone away for the weekend, and I found myself in Cheryl's room, why,
I didn't know. But when I saw her clothes in the closet I decided, as a
lark, to try them on. In the midst of my dementia, I decided on one of
her prom dresses. The pink one with the huge skirt. I quickly stripped
and put the dress on and found out that it would not zip up. Close, but
my waist was too big. I took it off and looked in her dresser and found
panties, decided what the hell, and put them on. Then, in another
drawer, a padded pantybrief! I guess it was from when she didn't have
any shape to speak of. I put it on, then some pantyhose, and finally, a
corselet. I struggled with that hooks in the front until I had them
secured, and drew the laces tight. Looking down, I saw that all at once
I had some boobs, so I pulled the skin up and put that dress on again,
and this time it fit.
Looking in the mirror it was obvious that I was just a boy in a dress,
but I had boobs and a trim waist! My hair was still in a ponytail, so I
let it out, which improved my looks, but only marginally. That's when I
jumped off the deep end. I took the dress off, sat at her vanity, and
tried my hand at makeup, doing the best I could, which I knew wasn't
that good, then brushed my hair out until it resembled a girls style,
and put the dress on again. This time, while not exactly pretty, I
decided it wasn't as bad as I thought it might be, and found the shoes
to match the dress and stepped into them. That's how I was dressed,
standing in front of the mirror when my sister Cheryl walked in on me.
We looked at each other, shock on her face, a frog in my throat and
shame coloring my face.
"Not bad Tim, but I think we can to better. Let me help you."
As if I had a choice. I was so scared that I let her do what she wanted.
My makeup was washed off and she redid it, then my hair was curled with
an iron and spritzed, and finally, she gave me some lipstick to wear.
Then I looked in the mirror. A girl was standing there! Again, not
pretty, but not exactly ugly, or me either.
"With a little more effort we could turn you into a ravaging beauty Tim.
Want to try?"
I looked at the girl in the mirror, became over awed at what I saw
there, and stupidly let a slow nod happen. Why? To this day I don't
know, but something caused me to let her do a makeover.
It took us another two hours before the girl reappeared, this time in a
short tan skirt, pink blouse with puffy short sleeves, and short pink
heels. My hair, once stringy and without shape was now done in a swept
back style, accented with pink and gold earrings and a delicate pendant
that lay between my breasts.
"That's much better! You look really nice Tim!"
"Thanks."
"Want to go to the grocery with me?"
"No thanks Cheryl. I was just playing around I guess. I wanted to see
how I would look, that's all."
"Okay then, have a nice time."
Then she left! Without a word about how I was dressed, or to stay out of
her clothes, nothing! I stayed dressed for the rest of the day, and that
night put her things back and washed off all of the makeup.
I never gave it another thought, and while not forgetting about that
incident, I did not try it again. My parents came home, and life went
on. I graduated right on schedule, and looked forward to having the
summer free.
"You'll need money for school Tim! Are you going to lounge around all
summer or find a job?"
"Well...yes and no. I was going to lounge for some of it anyway mom,
why?"
"Because we have an opening in our office, and Cheryl tells me that you
would fit right in."
Now, mom works in an office that is mostly women, so the only conclusion
I could manage was that Cheryl had told mom about my foray into her
closet, and how I looked. Now mom was telling me she not only knew, but
wanted me to work with her, in her office! The implication was that I
would be doing it as a girl! My first thought was to deny everything,
but with a second thought and a look at my mother, I knew that was
hopeless to deny that I had tried on Cheryl's clothes. I didn't admit it
of course, I just didn't deny it. It was a one time thing that turned
out okay, but...
"It pays $12 an hour, and we could ride together to save costs Tim.
Think of the adventure!"
Think of the problems I thought to myself! Then she dropped the hammer.
"I told them you would start on Monday, so we have from now until then
to get you prepared. That's five whole days, plenty of time."
I was sunk!
"Just exactly do you mean by get me prepared mom?"
I thought I would toss it back in her lap and see what would happen, but
that backfired when she told me.
"As a young girl you'll need your hair styled, and your nails done of
course, then we have to make sure you have a proper wardrobe. Of course
we'll get your other ear pierced, and maybe your eyebrows trimmed with a
better arch. Then you'll need panties of your own, and maybe a few new
bras, but I'm sure we can manage."
"Mom! That was a one time thing and you know it! I don't want to work as
a girl!"
"I'm sure that's all true, but I gave my word and we are committed now.
Starting on Monday you will be working in our office. I told them you
are my daughter.
"Dad..."
"Agrees that you cannot sit around all summer, and he thinks that doing
this will make you a better man, or maybe girl. Now, shall we begin?"
I wanted to jump up and yell hell no, but my mother was a forceful
woman, and I had to rely on her and dad to help me get through college.
There is no way I could earn enough to put myself through school, so I
was stuck between becoming a girl like mom wants me to, or risk not
going to school in the fall. If I said absolutely no way would I do
this, I might just find myself on the short end all around. But if I did
dress and work as a girl, I would have lots of money in the fall, my
mother would forever be indebted to me, and dad would feel better
because he thinks I'll become a better man for it, whatever that means.
I knew what the answer would be just as she did. After all, she had
planned it this way.
"Okay mom."
She never forced me into dresses, she merely gave me several very bad
choices. This was only the least bad!
She pointed, and I started towards my room, but she steered me into
Cheryl's old room.
"I think this room is better for a girl, don't you?" She did not expect
an answer by the way. "Please undress. I have something to make your
skin smooth."
She smeared it all over me and then, after a short wait I went in the
shower and rinsed it off, shaved, and washed my hair. When I felt, my
skin was silky smooth and hairless! After that, it was pretty much like
when I was with Cheryl. Except the hair. Mom put in a lot of rollers,
and let them set while I got dressed, in the clothes she had picked out
for me. An hour later I looked in the mirror and the same girl had
reappeared! This time my hair was fluffy with curls down the back and
had bangs. I was wearing a dress, a sheath mom called it. It hit me just
above the knees, was sleeveless, with a round neck and was all blue.
"You had better wear the black flats Tammy, we have a lot of walking to
do today."
"Why? Where are we going?"
"Shopping of course, and you have a three o'clock appointment at the
salon. Take this dear, you don't have pockets any more."
She handed me a purse!
"Mom, I hate the name Tammy! Don't call me that. It sounds like I'm
three."
"What name do you like dear?"
I didn't have any girl name that I liked for myself, and since I never
gave it any thought at all, I was momentarily stuck. Then the radio
announcer introduced a song by Janet Jackson, and I quickly told mom I
would use the name Janet. She smiled and told me she liked the name, and
motioned for me to follow her. Being dressed as a girl at home? Okay.
Out there in the mall was something entirely different! I certainly did
not want to go into the mall like this, but I really had no choice. Like
I said, I was stuck. Mom walked out of the room, leaving me to stare
into the mirror and wonder why my parents thought it was necessary for
me to become a girl for the summer. No answer came, and I slowly walked
out of the room and joined mom. The ride to the mall was about twenty
minutes, every one of them torture for me as I just knew that someone
would recognize me as a boy in a dress. My first step inside the mall
was not met with laughter, yet I did not relax a bit. I stayed close to
mom as she led the way inside, up the escalator, and into the lingerie
section. I wasn't exactly lost, I knew what most of the stuff was, but
mom began to hand things to me, starting with panties.
Embarrassed by it all I said nothing as she quietly added things she
said I would need. Like the padded pantybrief. Unlike the one I had on,
it was gel filled and felt much more like a real person rather than a
hand full of foam. It would give my hips some better roundness,
including a bigger and rounder bottom she said. I wore it out of the
store. It grew worse in the dress department when she insisted that I
try on a skirt and a dress, but, I managed to get through it without
being discovered as a boy. On the way home she stopped at a small shop
where, to my great dismay, I was actually fitted for breastforms!
Standing there naked to the waist while the woman glued them to my chest
was almost more than I could handle. We came home with new shoes, a
dozen panties, two bras, a skirt and dress plus the breastforms! When
the woman put them on my chest, she mentioned that the glue would hold
for at least 3 months, which is when I knew that any chance I might have
had to escape this lunacy was gone. I was beaten, and started to cry a
little, but mom held me and told me that I would enjoy this if I simply
accepted it. I really had no choice did I? We went to the salon for my
appointment, and by the time we left, my hair was set in a soft perm and
tinted a darker shade of brunette, my nails were made longer, filed into
a nice oval shape and painted a soft red. Dad saw me for the first time,
and all he said was,
"Hi Janet, you look very nice."
Great! Now that dad had seen me, he was telling me I looked nice! The
next day it was more shopping. Another padded pantybrief, pantyhose,
rings, earrings, necklaces, socks, shorts, slacks, a coat, two
nightgowns, and makeup of my own. For the rest of the week mom insisted
that I learn how to do my own makeup and hair, so I would spend several
hours each day on it. After the breastforms had been attached to my
chest, I had to learn to get used to them, sleeping on my side or back,
how to put on a bra and so on. Having the twin mounds pushing at my
shirt was odd enough, but the weight of them and the way they moved
every time I took a step also took a bit to get used to. Twice I went
braless, and quickly understood why women wear a bra. Each day I learned
how to do something else while getting better at everything from makeup
to hair. Cheryl stopped by a few times and we talked, but not once did
she laugh at me.
On Monday morning, dressed in that same blue dress mom started me out
in, I went to work with her. I went through personnel, filling out the
forms like mom told me to, then I was assigned to another department.
Being extra careful, I did not encourage friendships, but it was
unavoidable, and was quickly drawn into a group of girls about my age.
They talked about all sorts of things, like periods, how yucky they are,
babies, which I know nothing about, and boyfriends. Twice they tried to
set me up on a date, and each time I refused. I had to dress this way,
not actually become a girl, and could not see me kissing another guy. It
wasn't hard to figure out how to act, or bend, or things like that, and
I got used to working in a dress, bending at the knees for example. I
was accepted for what I appeared to be, and the time went by quickly. At
the end of two weeks it was almost natural for me to get up, then get
dressed as a girl. I got used to the restrictive way the clothes fit,
doing my hair, makeup and so on. I had all of the mannerisms down pat,
and since everyone seemed to accept me for the girl that I seemed to be,
I no longer thought that I was about to become a laughing stock.
An opening came up in medical, which paid more, and since the only
reason I was there was to make money, I applied for the job and got it.
They required that I wear a white nurses uniform, so mom and I went
shopping for uniforms that night. We bought three, plus a white
pantsuit. Mom also included white panties and two slips, since color
would bleed right through the white. Dad said I looked like a young
Connie Stevens in the uniforms, which was a great compliment because she
is so pretty.
I worked there all summer as a nurse, then, when it came time to enroll
in college, I told mom I was going to State, but not as a business
major. As the time grew closer for me to return to my old self, I knew
that I couldn't do it. Somehow, I had grown to love being a girl, and
did not want to give her up. Especially now. You see, I met this guy at
work. Gus. Tall and handsome, he asked me out, and for the first time I
broke my own rule and went out with him. That's all I'll say about that,
except to say that he is a really great kisser.
"I've decided to go to the Nursing school at State mom. That way I can
keep working."
"But you'll be a... working as a girl!"
"Right! And I intend to graduate as a girl mom. I'm your daughter now.
I'm Janet, remember?"
And so it was. I went on to nursing school, discovered the benefits of
hormones, and by the time I graduated I was a complete woman. All
because I was curious about a pink formal!
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