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Gloria
Janet L. Stickney
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She had put my hair up into those dog ears she called them, with bangs cut
straight across my brow, then she had me stand up so she could help me with
my bra, size A cups she told me. Smallish lacy cups that sat on my chest,
holding my brand new breasts. My makeup was tolerably minor yet totally
visible, but the perfume said it all. The dress was a simple shift, pale
blue, fitted across my breasts, with what she told me were cap sleeves, with
the hem about two inches above my knees. The shoes were low heels in white,
I wore a pair of drop earrings that were small blue and white bears as was
my pendant necklace. She took my hands in hers and told me what I already
knew. I had no choice.
"You can pick a name yourself honey, but I was thinking Gloria is a very
nice name."
"I guess," I said sullenly.
"What?"
"I'm thrilled mother."
"Now don't be like that! You look just delicious and you know it! So, is
Gloria okay with you?"
"It's fine mother."
"Shall we go then?"
I had to appear in the judges chambers dressed like a girl because it was
the settlement that I myself had agreed to. It was the dress or jail. The
dress was the the obvious choice. My dad drove, and only once commented on
how I looked.
"You look very nice Gloria, very nice."
It was my lawyer of all people that suggested that I dress as a girl. He
told me that the sentence for my crime, as a first offender, and my age,
would be 8 to 10 years, and if I let that happen I would always have a
felony on my record, and at my age, in prison, I would be fresh meat for the
inmates that thrive on younger boys. He made it very clear, in very explicit
terms, what would, not might, happen, and it scared me a lot. However, if I
would agree to his proposal, then maybe he could get the judge to agree to
my dressing as a girl for a time instead of going to jail. I am not a total
dunce, and quickly understood what he was telling me. Jail and a record, or
a dress. Gee. What a choice. I really had no choice and everyone knew it, so
of course I said yes.
The time with the judge was short. She asked me if I agreed to the
punishment, I told her yes, and she told me that the sentence would be five
years. Five years! As a girl! I was not prepared for that, but my dads
steady pressure on my arm kept me silent. After we were in the car...
"We did not expect her to give you five years honey! We thought maybe a year
at most, but you heard her, the woman said that you had a gun! The only
reason you are not in jail is the cops didn't believe her about the gun! And
since I don't own a gun, and you had no access to one, that moved what you
did to a lesser crime. Simple robbery instead of armed robbery. In any case,
you have five years as a girl ahead of you, so you might as well get used to
it."
My mother did not say anything until we got home and we were alone again.
"After five years I wonder if you'll remember how to be a boy again."
"She only said that I have to dress like a girl, not be a girl, or even like
it!"
"That's true, That is what she said. But if you clump around like a boy in a
dress just how long will it be before some boys decide to teach you a
lesson? I mean, they wouldn't know about the courts decree would they? All
they will see is a boy walking around in a dress. And you are certainly
smart enough to know that acting like a boy in a dress could get you
seriously hurt! Those other boys would pummel you into the ground or worse,
and you know it! But, you are right, she did not say that you had to like
it, but life will be much easier, even if you do not like it, if you at
least make an effort to act like a girl, for you, for us, for everyone.
Honey, you have to know that I am right! You think about it. Dinner will be
in a few hours."
I knew, and she knew that I knew, that she was right. If I acted like a guy
in a dress I would be torn apart, regardless of the reason. I lay on my bed
and cried a bit, angry with myself that I had tried to rob a place just to
get some money for a nothing reason. The reason I did it wasn't even part of
the case. The judge merely asked me if I did it, and I said yes. That was
it. The only upside to the entire tragedy is that the judge said that she
would withhold my felony conviction if I completed my five year sentence.
Great. I'll be 22 by the time this is over. I screwed up bad, and now I'm
going to be a girl, or at the very least, look like one, for five long
years. My life is starting to suck and it doesn't look like it's going to
get any better.
At dinner nobody said a word about it, and I managed to eat without throwing
up. After the dishes were done I went to my room and undressed. I had to see
the changes one more time. Smallish breasts that had been custom made for me
and looked as real as any I had ever seen on the Internet, and my brand new
happy place. Mom called it my kitty. Her way of saying that I had a pussy.
The breasts were glued on by a professional and looked very real, but the
doctor had turned my manhood into a kitty that looked absolutely real! My
finger traced the outline then slipped in a bit. I was totally depressed and
without any way to get out of my predicament. I slowly got dressed in a pair
of shorts then I put on a bra, and a plain tee, mt ankle socks and my gym
shoes, then I went in the kitchen.
"I assume that you checked out the new equipment, but I'll remind you that
like all girls you'll have to keep it clean or risk getting an infection.
Infections grow in warm moist places, which you now have, just like me. If
you have any questions, just ask."
I wanted to burst into tears, but that time is well past.
"As furious as we are about what you have done, neither of us can see any
reason why we should not let this punishment continue. Your lawyer said that
if we appeal this unique sentence they will simply sentence you to prison,
and we are sure that you don't want that, right? Becoming a girl is not the
worst thing that could happen to you, I mean, I'm a girl and I turned out
okay, right? If you do your best and try to act like a girl, life will get a
lot easier for everybody. I will help you all I can because we do not want
you to get hurt, and since you need simply everything, why don't we do a
little shopping? You can pick out what you like, and within reason you can
get it! We'll make a fun day of it!"
I really had no say, so I shrugged my shoulders, and after being reminded, I
grabbed my purse and out we went. Mom did not seem concerned in any way, but
I was scared to death. Almost all my friends hang out at the mall, the very
place we were headed.
"You need a few more bras, plus some panties, and you can pick out your own
dresses, you need at least three, plus skirts and blouses, and shoes of
course. They have those places where you can get your ears pierced, so we'll
do that too, and get plenty of earrings for you to chose from. And we can
stop in and get your makeup done by a pro so we know what to buy. This is
going to be so much fun!"
It went just as expected, and after my initial reluctance to pick out my own
clothes, and I saw what she was looking at, I realized that if my mother
picked out the clothes I would end up looking like her and her friends, not
a 17 year old girl! I also discovered that I had to try on everything since
the size on the tag apparently meant nothing. Two skirts, same rack, same
fit, different tag sizes. I actually bought skirts in three different tag
sizes, and they all fit perfectly! When I mentioned it, mom just laughed!
The dresses were okay, two were sleeveless with round necks and modestly
short. The other was real short with cap sleeves and a vee neck. Mom said
that I looked just delicious in it. She added a swimsuit that looked awful
small to me, plus some girl shorts and a pair of skinny jeans.
I had my ears pierced bought earrings at a teeny bopper store, makeup at a
specialty store, and panties and bras at a department store.
"Since I think you need to lose some weight, I have enrolled you in my
aerobics group at the gym, and because you'll need to have a few outfits,
why don't we stop at the sports shop and get you fitted."
When I tried on those stretchy exercise clothes I was shocked. It was like
someone painted me pink and green! And, I noticed, I had my own, very
visible, camel toe! Mom did not say a thing and I changed back into my
shorts and tee. I thought we had enough clothes for three girls, but mom
merely laughed when I said that!
"Enough? Not hardly honey. You need at least two fancy gowns, more shoes,
some coats, more brushes and combs, a curling iron and a blow dryer, and
that's just to start with! Enough? Not a chance. By this time a few months
from now this will seem like nothing, and I can guarantee that you will be
asking for more skirts or a special dress. Now then, lets get all this to
the car and see about your hair."
The stylist tsked a few times, then started putting in extensions that made
my hair shoulder length before she dyed it a dark brunette then added some
curls. When she was done it was over. They had turned me into a girl in both
body and looks. Only my recalcitrant boy brain stood in the way to enjoying
the process. But, not being totally stupid, I was able to figure out that
mom had made it possible for me to be in public without being killed, and at
the same time, left me with no recourse. I had no choice but to act, walk,
talk, and use the mannerisms all girls use if I wanted to survive. As I put
away the new clothes I was very angry with myself for robbing that store.
Not one of my so called friends stopped by, asked how I was doing, nothing.
Not a word. Being a criminal, their parents put an end to our friendship
just in case I might corrupt them. Not one of them knew that I was now a
girl, or at least, that I look like one. There was not one thing that I
could do about anything, except kill myself, and I did not want to do that.
Mom came into my room and handed me a small box.
"These are panty liners. Girls use them because the might leak, or like in
your case, hide your kitty. They will give you a smooth front. I want you to
use them every day since you might also leak, and I don't want to see
another display of your goods. Understand?"
She handed me the box and left. Great. Now I can't even hold my own. I
slipped one into my panties and with a total loss of control over my
dilemma, I decided that mom was right. I could embrace being a girl or
forever be miserable. I touched up my lipstick and went in the kitchen.
"You have decided that I'm right, right?"
"Yeah. But I don't want to be a girl. I'll do my best to act like a girl,
but I am not dating or going with some guy. I'm not into guys mom, so that
part is out!"
"That's okay. We never said that you had to have to have a social life. You
can go to school and come home and marinate in your room if you like, but
you'll be doing it as a girl, although I simply do not see you staying home
all the time. I think that's going to become very tedious very quickly.
Watching everyone else going to the dances, movies, out for pizza, football
games, whatever, and you'll be in your room. But, if that's what you want,
go for it!"
I expected more of an argument, but mom smugly left me thinking about what
she said. I know that I do not look like a boy in a dress, my face turned
out to be less masculine than I thought, and with just a bit of makeup, even
I think that I look almost cute. That means that boys might ask me out, and
it would be up to me to say yes or stay in my room. I already knew that some
girls never went out, they had jobs, or their parents would not let them
participate. All of them always looked dejected, angry, sad, or miserable.
Did I want to be one of them? Or did I want to have some kind of social
life. Nobody would know me as anyone but the girl I am, and I might even
enjoy going out, but I had never had any feelings about guys, at least like
girls do.
I thought that I would have about three weeks to figure out what to do, but
that changed when Mom took me to her exercise classes, and just like her, I
had to change into my leotards in a locker room filled with women of all
sizes, including Megan, a girl I knew from before. She did not recognize
me, and as we filed into the room and lined up, she ended up next to me in
the third row. The lady started out slow and I was able to keep up, then she
started the dance steps. By the time we were done I was sore all over and
drenched. Megan was damp but looked energized, my mother was barely damp! It
just shows how out of shape I was.
"Put your suit on Gloria. We'll hit the pool. It helps get the kinks out."
Megan sounded cheerful as she quickly stripped off her clothes and put on
her swimsuit! She waited as I undressed and put on my bikini, then the two
of us went to the pool. At first I was shocked that she stripped in front of
me, but, I'm also a girl, and I look just like she does, so why not. We
slipped into the pool, and she began to tell me where she lived and so on.
"I'm going to Central in the fall, where are you going?"
"Central I guess. I'm not sure yet."
"My brother is doing his weights, lets go drive him crazy!"
The very last thing I wanted to do was parade myself in a wet bikini in
front of a guy, but Megan had started to walk away, so I simply followed
her. There were four guys working out together, and every one of them turned
to look at the two girls in bikinis that had just invaded their space. I
felt like a bug on a plate.
"Megan! Who is this!?"
"This is Gloria, she and I work out together. I just thought we would stop
in and say hi."
Her brother Greg, is an easy 6'2" tall and weighs about 220. He is
everything I am not. And he had a great smile to go with that build and what
sounded like a great personality. The other three guys there were no
slouches either, and clearly, Megan had her eye on Matt, who also looked at
her with the "look." The one that says "I want you."
"Gloria and I have to go now, bye!"
We worked out twice a week and saw the guys every time, but nobody did
anything! Then, one day when Megan and I went to talk to the guys it
happened, and I still do not know how or why.
Taking my hand she and I left the guys standing there. For some reason I was
swaying my bottom when we walked out. Megan saw me doing that and smirked.
"Not interested huh? Your butt was swaying like an old car honey. Not
interested. That's funny."
In my mind I wasn't interested since I wasn't into guys, but Greg had
somehow made me turn into a girl, a girl that was all of a sudden,
interested in him! As I got dressed mom walked in and saw Megan and I
talking, then she and I left. I was in a better mood than when I got there,
and mom quickly figured it out.
"Did you and Megan go in an talk to her brother?"
"Yeah."
"He's a hunk honey, just be careful."
"I'm not interested in guys, remember?"
"No? It looks like he has somehow tweaked your interest. After the last two
months as a girl, I think that you have gotten closer to understanding guys
and the way we are attracted to them, a lot more than you want to admit."
"No."
"Oh yes. And one in particular is named Greg! Megan is a lovely girl and
seems very nice, and she can help you honey. It's good that you have met a
new friend."
"She's going to central in the fall, same as me."
"That's good honey. She can help you get through those moments you need to
talk to someone that isn't me, and all girls have at least one close
girlfriend."
My dad had a very hard time adapting to my being a girl, and had walked into
my room once when I was changing clothes, and saw me in all my glory. We
were both shocked and when I mentioned it to mom she told me to lock my
door, and she would talk to my dad. I was slowly coming to realize that I
simply could not stay in my room all the time. The dances, the back and
forth between boys and girls would suck me in even if I resisted. I lay on
my bed and thought about my stance on no boys, and then I thought about the
way Greg always looked at me. I knew what was on his mind. With a sigh I
knew that just like my mom had predicted, I would not stay in my room. No
matter what, I was going to be an active coed regardless of my firmly held
stance on boys.
I was enrolled in school without a hitch, and my days in school as a girl
began. I quickly got caught up in the group of girls that were mostly cute
and usually popular. I have no idea why I was in that group, but Megan and I
were good friends and she clued me in.
"They all realize that you look simply delicious, and by having you with
them, they don't have to worry about you stealing their guys! It's easy!"
"But you know that I'm not... what I mean is...."
"What you really mean is the guys here in our class are not Greg, right?," I
did not say a word, so... "He's a senior this year. You'll see him around,
and I know that he'll be thrilled to see you!"
"Don't encourage him Megan!"
"Me?! I don't have to say a word Gloria! I already know he's in love, and
guess who he's in love with!"
I saw Greg several times as we changed classes, yet he never called me.
Strangely, I was beginning to wonder why, if he was so stuck on me, that he
did not talk to me. I asked Megan.
"He's scared! Geesh! We all thought that you knew that! Everybody knows he
has the hots for you, so if you want something to happen you'll have to
start it! Trust me honey, he's a great big teddy bear! Just walk up and say
Hi."
My stance on no guys was quickly going up in smoke, and it looked like I
would have to be the one to stoke the fire of a guy! On one hand I was
thrilled that someone other than family thought that I was cute. On the
other hand was the rapidly disappearing shred of my manhood. The rapidly
diminishing part that I stubbornly held onto. Only a few months into this I
have become a girl! After talking to Megan and my friend Sally I knew it was
time to let it go of the what was, and firmly grasp the what is.
At lunch we all tended to sit at certain tables, but I arranged with Megan
for her and I to sit with Matt and Greg. As arranged, I sat next to Greg. I
had no idea why, but I suddenly felt like a quivering bowl of Jello. Greg
and I talked a bit, then he asked me out, and I quickly said yes.
Later that night...
"Mom? Greg asked me out to a movie."
"And?"
"I said yes.," Then I burst into tears.
Mom and I talked about what was happening to me. I never once in my life
felt anything like this towards a guy, yet here I was, crying like a little
girl because some guy asked me out and I simply could not say no. My mother
seemed to understand, and reminded me what she said about staying in my room
all the time. I realized that I was turning into a girl on the inside, just
like she predicted, and sadly, I was enjoying it. From the aerobics classes
to the school, to my friends, both boys and girls, I had come to like being
a girl, the short skirts, the lipstick, and certainly the makeup. In short,
I enjoy everything about being a girl.
"You might want to warn your father that you have a date honey. You don't
want him to find out on the day do you?"
"I'll tell him at dinner tonight."
Once we were at the table...
"Dad? I have a date for Friday night. We're going to a movie."
"What! A date? With who? I mean, you're a boy?"
"Dad! You saw me naked, right? You know that I'm a girl now! I'm not a boy
any more!"
"But you are still a boy, regardless of what the doctor did!"
"I'm a girl now!" I almost yelled. "And I have a date on Friday, and I'm
going!"
"Not if I say you won't!"
"Stop it you two!," Mom sounded angry. "Just what did you think was going to
happen when we put our son in a dress? For five years? It's been about a
year since this all started and Gloria has become a girl in almost every
way! You've even seen her naked! I'm sure that you realized that we can't
keep her locked in her room, right? Now then, Gloria is a girl, she has
friends that only know her as a girl, and a young man has taken an interest
in her! She has done everything we asked of her and more, so I want you to
stop this nonsense and simply accept that we now have a daughter! And, she
can go on her date."
That was the end of it as far as I was concerned, however I could hear my
mother telling my dad the facts of life. I had somehow become a girl, even
after fighting my own inclinations against boys. That finally gave way under
the pressure of being a teenage girl every single day, in a high school no
less. The entire thing, from clothes to friends to cosmetics and family had
changed me into a real girl. Given that none of my friends were "doing,"
their boyfriends, I wasn't any worse off. I was normal. My father did not
get it, even after all this time, and after seeing me in my leotards, and
even naked once! I certainly hope mom can set him straight.
Greg was met at the door by my dad, and after some tense moments, we left
for the movies. I can't say that I remember the movies. What I do remember
is the kiss he gave me on the way home. I tingled all over when he did that,
and rather than get in trouble, I ran in the house, thrilled that I had
finally had a date, and with someone that I really like! What confused me
was that tingle. I asked mom about it the next morning after dad left to
play golf.
"He made me feel all... tingly mom! I didn't expect that!"
"That's because you have become a girl honey. Not just a boy in a dress.
You're no longer trying to fight it because you have discovered that you
like being a girl, right?"
She was right. Somehow I had become a girl, one that likes boys, one boy in
particular. In fact, I like everything about being a girl, even those lines
to use the restroom. I nodded my head yes.
"Lets not tell your father just yet. He's still coping with the idea that
you want to be a girl rather than having it imposed on you. And I'll do some
research and try to find out how to turn you into a real girl, okay?"
"Great mom! Thanks!"
Since I was almost 18 my doctor bowed to the obvious and started me on the
shots and pills that would turn me into a real girl. Virtually nothing
happened until I was about to graduate, then I blossomed all at once. A very
full B cup and naturally wide hips and smooth skin. Thats when Greg finally
got to second base. His hand on my breast gave me a tingle that simply would
not stop, but while he really wanted me to help him, that was out. I became
a total woman about a year later. Life is good, and my dad is still coming
around.
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