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Bride Janet Lynn Stickney [email protected] When dealing with people remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but with creatures of emotion, creatures bristling with prejudice, and motivated by pride and vanity. - Dale Carnegie My dad unexpectedly walked in on me, and believe me, it was a very bad time for him to walk into my room, a very, very bad time. I was standing there, ready to try on the gown; I was wearing my white satin and lace bustier, white nylons, and white heels. Because of the pills I had been taking, I had small breasts, more than an A cup, but less than a B, but I had enhanced them with the foam inserts built into the bustier. That gave me some very nice, and certainly unmistakable, and very real cleavage, while my high cut white satin and lace trimmed panties gave no sign that I was a male. With my hair let out of my normal ponytail, and the full makeup I wore, there wasn't any way that I could deny what he could see with his own eyes. As for me, I stood there, startled, and worse, there wasn't anywhere to hide. No corner to slink into, no way to contradict the obvious, just the overwhelming knowledge that I had been found out. Then I saw his eyes look over to the bed where my bridal gown was laying. I had bought everything with my own money, and had even tried on the dress in the store. Being a bride was only one of my fantasies, but the one I liked the best. But that fantasy faded rapidly as my eyes locked on my fathers. "I thought I told you to stop this," he said angrily. "Yeah, well..." "And those tits! I thought that maybe you would have quit this by now! You're 17 years old, and I know that you know better!" Dad paused a moment... "How did you manage to get those tits?" "I ummm. I grew them?" "Hormones?" he asked sourly. "Yeah. Hormones," I said meekly. "Where did you get that dress!?" "I...I bought it...with my own money!" "You bought it! Why! Are you planning on needing it? A wedding dress?" "Not...no...I don't..." "Christ! You have boobs! And look at your ass! Get some clothes on! Right now! We'll wait until your mother gets home to talk about this!" He stormed out of my room, leaving me standing there in my lingerie, with absolutely no choice but to do as he said. The fact that he saw my real breasts, the rounded feminine shape of my body and the way I looked wearing panties really scared me. My dad could certainly become very violent if he was provoked enough, and I just knew that I had just pushed him to his limit. I had gone to great lengths to hide the changes to my body, successfully I might add, but those days were obviously over. Dad had finally seen me, and he knew without a doubt that I had the body of a girl, and there wasn't any way I could deny it. As I stood looking into the mirror, seeing the girl I had become, it hit me. Actually, I did have a choice. Dad had told me to get dressed, but he didn't tell me what to wear! I knew what he meant, but I decided that since I had already been caught, that I was probably in so much trouble, that there wasn't anything more to lose. I would get dressed, only not like he thought, or intended. It was going to be daring, and probably dangerous to provoke him, but the moment of truth had finally arrived. It was time to face my parents, let them meet the girl I not only wanted to be, but secretly, had become, and finally, quit hiding that fact. Momentarily shaking with fear at the very idea of what I was about to do, I pulled out my pale blue sheath dress, the one with a square neckline and a cap sleeves. It would do very nicely. Leaving the lingerie on, I slipped it over my head, zipped it up, then brushed out my hair again added a clip to one side and changed my earrings for the white ones. A white beaded choker necklace, then some perfume, and after I touched up my lipstick, I stepped into the low heels and glanced in the mirror one more time. The hem was above my knees about two inches; just enough to show that I had good legs but not far enough to cause a riot. The cresting swell of my breasts could just be seen, which was exactly what I thought I needed. I had worn this same outfit when I bought the bridal gown. I heard mom's car come in, then waited a few minutes for her to get in the house and get settled down. What I was about to do was very dangerous, but I didn't see that I had a choice. After Dad, Mom had to see me for herself, that was for sure, or the only thing she would know was what dad told her. Besides, the changes to my body had already reached the point where it was becoming harder and harder to hide them any more. Taking a deep breath, I held my head up straight, shoulders back, boobs out, opened the door to my room, and quietly stepped out, into a scary and very uncertain future. It was time to do, or maybe time to die. Probably die, but I held my head up and walked straight into the familyroom to see my dad telling mom what he had seen, and he was using a very loud voice. They both looked up and saw what appeared to be a 17 year old girl that was almost pretty, with a nice figure standing there. Both of my parents instantly fell silent when they saw me, leaving me to stand there feeling like a stranger in my own home, like a bug on the wall, or an unknown stranger that had somehow invaded their space. As the silence went on I began to fidget, unsure of what I should do next, then... After my mother regained her composure... "Your father was just telling me that you have a bridal gown!? I was going to ask you why on earth you have one, but I can guess. Every girl dreams of being a bride...right?" Before I could say a word, "When I told you to put some clothes on," dad said vehemently, "I didn't mean a damned dress!" "Yeah, well, you didn't say that, and it was the easiest thing to do." Being insolent wasn't my plan, but... "Don't use that tone of voice with us!" Dad sounded strident and very unhappy. Mom said as she looked me up and down, then... "We have told you over and over that we do not approve of you dressing up as a girl, yet you've obviously not only kept doing it, now you've gone out and spent what? Several hundred dollars? On a bridal gown of all things?" "Maybe a crew cut and some time in the military will cure you of this!" Prepared to die, I said rather loudly, "I'm not going in the military dad, no way, and besides, they wouldn't take me! Not now anyway!" "That's obvious, but what," mom, glaring at me asked, "do you suggest we do? I mean, you look very nice I guess, but..." By showing up in a dress I had already cut my own throat, so... "Why not let me dress as a girl all the time? I mean, you just said that I look nice enough, so...why not? What I mean is, someday I'll be a girl anyway, and I'm not going to quit, no matter what! If I have to, I'll just move out!" "You're still a minor," dad said dryly, "you can't move out." "Yes," mom said, "she can't move out, that's true, but..." "But what?" Dad asked warily. "Maybe....maybe it'll be better if we do let her dress like a girl every day!" "What!!!! I'm not letting our son go around wearing a dress! He's getting a crew cut, then we're going to see the recruiter!" My father was starting to get worked up to a frenzy, and he would have unless... "Hush up!" mom said loudly. "Think about it for a minute! We both already know that no matter what we say, it's obvious that she's going to keep doing this! She just told us he plans on being a woman some day! And based on what you told me, she even has her own breasts for God's sake! What choice do we have? Unless we come to an agreement of some kind she'll just move out and do it anyway, regardless of what you say, and just in case you haven't noticed, she has a very obviously, and almost completely feminine shape now!" "Breasts! Our son has breasts! I raised a damn sissy!" Dad must have missed mom's use of the feminine pronouns. "Never mind that right now!" mom said, almost shouting, trying to calm him down. "What I'm thinking is, if she wants to be a girl, who better than to let her know what it's like to be a woman than me? I think that I can provide exactly what's needed here! Maybe it's time that she found out that being a woman isn't all perfume and nice dresses, and if you agree, I think that I'll be able make sure that she understands exactly what it's like to be our daughter, complete with every one of the limitations our daughter would have!" Dad just stood there, his fists balled up, his faced etched in anger, then... "Such as?" he asked. "Such as how late she can stay out, her duties around the house, how she'll dress and when, plus other things that girls have to know about and deal with." "Mom!" I said quickly, but she pointed her finger at me and I quickly shut up. "I'm not sure," dad said angrily, "that I'm ready to see my son running around in dresses!" "But you heard her, she'll do it anyway, so why not get something in return?" "I can't handle this! My son! Wearing a dress! I thought...dammit!" "Is that a yes?" mom asked. Dad didn't answer, instead he stomped out of the house and went into his hobby shed. Mom turned to look at me, her face placid, yet I could see that her eyes were mere pinpricks, glowing with anger, and I knew from long experience that she wasn't the slightest bit happy with me. With a pointed finger, she and I went to my bedroom, and for the first time, she saw my gown. It was white satin, with lace, trimmed in baby pearls, strapless with a low back and sleeveless. It cost a lot, but it was worth it, at least to me. "Have you tried it on yet?" "Only in the store." "Your father and I are both really very angry with you." "I know, but..." "I thought that we discussed this before! I thought you knew how we felt about your dressing up!" What could I say? She was right, but on the other hand, I just couldn't suppress my need to be a girl. "Let me see how this gown fits. Let me see how you look in it." As I slipped off my dress, mom saw my lingerie, the thin front hook lacy white bra of the corset, which did almost nothing to hide my breasts or my nipples which poked out against the thin fabric. My unpadded fuller hips and narrow waist were accented by the high cut panties. I heard her suck in her breath, but when I had the gown on, well, mom was just standing there gaping at me. I modeled it for her, then she helped me get it off. As she stood there, I unhooked my corset, the garter tabs, and removed it, which is when she saw not only what she knew was true, but the full extent of that truth. My breasts didn't fall off, they were real, and almost, but not quite yet a full B cup. My skin was hairless, my hips full and round; I had the body of a girl. "What have you done to yourself!?" she asked incredulously "I...ummm...I never liked using falsies, so..." "So you what?!" "Pills mom. I took some little purple pills. They gave me the boobs, smooth hairless skin, a rounder bottom and fuller hips." "Just how long have you been taking these pills?! And why didn't I know about it!?" "Because you would have taken them away! That's why!" "Let me get this straight. You wanted to be a girl so bad, that without a word to us, you started taking pills to do this to yourself!? To give yourself the body of a girl!? Just how long did you think you could hide this from us?" I said nothing, then, with a sigh, she told me to get some clothes on. She sat on the bed watching as I pulled out a bra, skirt and top, put them on, then turned to face her. "I thought I could hide...the changes, at least until I was out of school, that way I would be 18, and you couldn't do anything about it, and so far I've been able to manage!" "As if we wouldn't find out sooner or later?! I thought you were smarter than that!" "But I would have been 18 mom, and dad couldn't do anything about it! It's just that I'm not...I never was the boy that dad wanted me to be, and well, I've always known that I should have been a girl! That's why I started taking the pills! Only..." "Only what?" "They worked faster than I thought they would." "That's why you've been wearing such sloppy clothes?" "Yeah, so I could hide things." "Your father is going to have a fit when he finds out just how much you've changed, you know that don't you?" "It's my life mom, not his, and besides, how could he not know? He saw me!" "But he doesn't believe it honey! He doesn't want to believe it. How did you make...how did you hide your... it looks like you have a..." "Tape mom. I use tape." "Then...how did you get those pills?" "On the Internet mom. You can get anything you want." "I see. Well, it's done now, and you're going to have to tell your father the truth, all of it, in person." Once I was dressed, mom said that she thought it would better to get it out right then, face my dad, rather than wait and have him stew and fuss about it. "I'll go with you, but you're the one that has to tell him, and I mean tell him the truth, okay?" I nodded my head in agreement, put on a pair of flats, and with mom leading the way, she and I went to the hobby shed where dad was busy on his boat. Mom did not hesitate when she told him that I had something to tell him, but in a firm tone of voice, added that none of us had a choice, I had to dress as a girl. "Dad?" He turned and saw me standing there, still dressed as a girl, but wearing a very short skirt and tight top. "Dad, I'm a girl, and I always have been. This is the real me!" He started to grow angry, then I said... "Dad, I've never been the kind of boy you wanted me to be, right? That's because I just couldn't do it!" "She has," mom interjected, "her own breasts, hips, butt, and skin as smooth as any girls! Actually, she has a really wonderful figure, for a girl her age that is." "You're telling me that our son has turned into a girl!? How is that possible?!" Dad still sounded angry, and disappointed as well. "She wanted to be a girl so bad that it just happened; in any case, and you'll just have to trust me on this, she does have the body of a girl, in virtually every way but one, which means that we have no choice but to accept the fact that we now have a daughter, and learn to deal with it!" Nodding her head towards the door, she and I left. She had lied to dad by not telling him about the pills I had been taking, trying to get him to believe that it happened naturally, But I had already told him that I was taking pills, so I knew he probably wasn't buying what mom told him. He already knew that I had help. Back in the house, mom demanded to see what I had in the way of clothes. It amounted to two bras, including the one I had on, four pairs of panties, one corset, two skirts, two dresses, the bridal gown, two pairs of shoes, and assorted bits of jewelry. "You're still in school, so we'll have to work around that, but you have managed to get by so far, so I guess you'll be alright. Does anyone else know?" "Tom saw me once, but I don't think he knew it was me, so...no, I don't think so, why?" "From now on, I want you change clothes the minute you get home, then start doing all of your errands as a girl. Then I'll start your training. But you should also realize that sooner or later someone is going to notice you. It doesn't surprise me, because you are rather cute, and there is no doubt that you'll have young men looking at you. I hope you can handle it, because it's a fact of life for girls. Shrugging my shoulders at her warning, she added... "Are you still calling yourself Susan?" I nodded my head yes. "And I don't suppose you have any identification in that name?" "I have a school ID, I made it on the computer." "Let me see it." Mom looked at my ID, then handed it back to me. "Susan Elizabeth. Nice name." Then she sat back on the bed, just looking at me. "I'm sure that you know that this isn't what we planned for you, we expected you to go to college, get married...have kids, things like that! Now we don't know what to expect!" "I can't...I can't father kids now mom, the pills have that side effect, but I can still get married and adopt, it's not the end of the world you know! I'll just be a girl instead of a boy!" "Have you given any thought to the rest of the family? Your Grandmother is going to have a heart attack when she finds out, and your cousins will have a field day with you! And as far as your father goes, well, I doubt that he'll ever get over this, no matter how hard he tries! And I can hardly wait until he sees that I wasn't lying, that you really do have more than just boobs, and based on the way you look after using that tape you mentioned, he'll really go ballistic! especially when he sees you wearing something tight!!" "How would he see that mom? I mean, I don't..." "You wear shorts don't you?" "Yeah, but..." "And you do know that we have the annual family picnic in July? The one where everyone uses the lake?" "Oh shit!" "Yes. Oh shit. That's when everyone will see just how much you have changed, especially during the annual water down! And right now I'm certainly not inclined to let you skip it! You want to be a girl? Our daughter? Fine, but that means that you'll also become a granddaughter and niece, and since the rest of the family has a right to know what's going on, and they'll certainly find out anyway, you might as well get used to the idea right now." Mom stood there staring at me a moment. "Honey, You knew this had to happen sooner or later, and since you obviously look like a girl, and the cat is out of the bag so to speak! Now has to be the time, don't you agree?" "But I don't have very many clothes, just barely enough to get by on! " "By then you'll have everything you need, I'll see to that, but in return, you're going to find out more about being a girl than you ever thought possible! You are about to get the crash course on being a girl; you're going to learn every mannerism, every hand gesture, every movement, and I'm going to make sure that you learn it all to perfection! I also promise you that you'll be wearing things that all girls wear, including a swimsuit...maybe I'll even get you a bikini; maybe one of those next to nothing ones! Since you're the one that insisted on doing this, then you're going to have to make it clear to everyone how you feel, and what better way than to let everyone see just how much you've changed? Maybe it'll help you when the rest of the family sees you!" "Bikini?!!" "Maybe one of those new ones. A tight skimpy one," mom said with a grin. After that mom took my measurements, grunting when she discovered that I was bigger than an A cup but not quite a B, which I could have told her if she had asked me. As she was doing her measuring, I told her that dad wasn't going to buy her explanation that I just happened to turn into a girl, because he already knew about the pills, but she told me that was her worry not mine. "You want to be a girl?" mom said suddenly, "fine, but you are still our responsibility, and also, I won't have you thinking this is going to be a cakewalk! I am going to make you do things you probably might not want to do, but you'll do them, I promise you that much! What I should do is make you finish high school as a girl, but with only a few more months to go that wouldn't serve any purpose, and might even be dangerous for you, but starting right now, whenever you're not in school, you'll be dressed as a girl no matter what! Are we clear on that?" I nodded my head yes, then mom told me that together we were going to add to my wardrobe. Twenty minutes later, off to the mall we went. It wasn't my first time in the mall dressed as a girl, but it was my first time going out with my mother. When I went by myself I was just another teenage girl; with mom standing next to me there were any number of kids, friends of mine that knew her, and they might, and probably would, figure out who I really was. You could say that I was tense, as we walked down the main concourse. As tense as I was, it was an illuminating experience to see how mom approached shopping. Where I always knew in advance what I needed or wanted, what store it was at and the cost, I would just go in and buy that particular item. Not really shopping. In contrast, my mom checked color, size, cost, style, and fit before she spent a dime. For instance, I never tried on anything in the store. I always bought it and took it back if need be, but mom insisted that I try on every single thing except the two bras and the panties she bought. Trying on skirts, blouses, and a few dresses wasn't so bad I guess, it was the shorts, especially the yoga shorts, the snug, belly revealing tops, the skinny pants, and the very worst thing of all, swimsuits. Mom told me she wouldn't even consider a regular suit, handing me several bikinis to try on! "I warned you didn't I? Now go try them on, and step out so I can see for myself how they fit." The first was so tiny that I was afraid to step out of the booth! It was one of those new ones; in fact, once mom got a look, she hurried me back inside the changing kiosk. It felt like there wasn't enough material to cover my shoe let alone me! The second had more coverage because it had a retro look, like the ones out of the sixties. It actually looked good on me, but the color was a miserable lime green. The third one I wouldn't even try on since it was a very small bundle of strings and triangles, just slightly larger than the first one. Just as I was ready to give up, mom gave me another, just like the second one only in another color, red with white polka dots, and that's the one she ended up buying. It was perfect for me. "When we get home I want you to put all of your new clothes away then change into the swimsuit and show your father; maybe he'll understand better when he sees just how much you've really changed." "Do I have to?" "Yes dear, you do." "He'll kill me." "No he won't. Just do what I tell you. The minute we get home, go to your room and change. We'll be waiting out on the patio." "I won't let him hurt me mom; I'll protect myself if I have to!" "I know you will honey. Just do what I tell you, okay" The very last thing I ever wanted was to have my father find out about me before I had moved out, positive that it would be the worst thing ever! After my well crafted plans fell apart, mom wanted me to, no; she insisted, that I model a bikini for my dad! As I was putting my new things away, I found a full suit! Mom must have grabbed it without my seeing her! I had a miserable choice to make, the full suit or the bikini. On the one hand I would have more coverage; on the other hand, it probably wouldn't really matter. Either way it was going to be bad when dad saw me, and I was sure that I knew what was coming. Without waiting, I grabbed the bikini and put it on, then stood in front of the mirror staring at my reflection. I grabbed my breasts, held their fullness in my hands, pulling them up in the cups a bit more, drew a deep breath, and sighed. Mom said that dad needed to be convinced? When I decided to wear the bikini, I knew that I had set myself on a course to thoroughly convince him, so I retied the strings holding up the top making my boobs set higher in the cups, their perfect roundness filling the cups to what looked like overflow. After pinching them, my nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. I pulled up the bottoms a little tighter and ran my finger down my groin, leaving a small trail in the material, hinting that I had a vagina. It would work or it wouldn't. I put on my brand new red heels, dashed on some perfume and lipstick, ran a brush through my hair, took a deep breath, and walked out of my room. I held my head high and with my shoulders back, I thrust out my boobs. I hesitated at the doorway, but mom saw me and waved me to walk out. Like a model, I held my shoulders back and my head high as I stepped outside where dad could see me. Other than the bikini and the shoes, all I had on was a forced smile. I saw dad choke a little, then his rapid rise to his feet. As he stood there, I could see that he was actually shaking! "You look like a girl! A real girl! And that...that...bikini is indecent!" "Thanks dad," I said, "I am a girl! That's what I've been trying to tell you." "I see that you look like one," he said loudly, "but I can't accept the fact that my son...my son, has become a girl! I...I can't accept this, and I won't! And just to make sure that you understand that, tomorrow you and I are going to the barber and get rid of that hair! Then I'm going to burn all those clothes you have stashed away and drag your sorry ass down to the recruiter!" Rather than yell back, I found myself strangely calm. "No dad." "No? You're telling me no?" "No. I'm not getting my hair cut, No, your not going to burn my clothes, and no, I'm not going into the military." Dad started for me, his hands out as if to grab me, but mom jumped between us. Rather than stop, he roughly shoved her aside, pushing her to the ground so hard that she landed on her can with a thud. With only the slightest glance at her, he started for me again, ready to attack me, and that's when it happened. I hit him. For the first time in my life I had hit my dad. My tightly balled fist came sailing out, and just like he taught me, I leaned into it, putting all my weight into it, and smacked him right in the forehead, making a hard, harsh, flat sound. He staggered back, then fell to the ground on his back; as he lay there dazed I helped mom to her feet. When I had helped her up, she and I went in the house together. "He'll be alright," mom said as we walked in the house, "but you better go put something else on; maybe that nice red skirt? It'll match your top." By the time I had closed my bedroom door I had started shaking. I had never struck anyone, not ever, and yet, the first one, the very first person I ever struck, even in self defense, had to be my dad! I was shaking as I took the bikini off, standing there naked for a moment, then sat on the bed waiting to calm down. My dad was a bully who usually got his way through intimidation, but, pushed to my limit, I had finally refused to relent. There wasn't any doubt that I was in deep, real deep, and by smacking him, I had sealed my own fate. I couldn't give up on being a girl even if I wanted to, which I didn't of course, which meant that I had no choice but to go all out to convince him that his way was the wrong way, and wouldn't happen anyway. Rather than wearing a skirt, I chose the tan shorts. They were called "boy shorts," for some reason. The cuffs were about an inch below my groin, and while not real tight, they didn't hide much either. I picked the plain red tee top, one of the new ones that were tight and revealed my belly button. I picked up the bra, then threw it back on the bed and slipped the tee over my head, pulling it down snuggly. My breasts were clearly exposed, almost as if I were naked. I even jiggled a bit when I walked. Dad was sitting at the kitchen table holding a damp towel to his head, looking as if he had recovered a bit when I walked right past him, jiggling the whole way to the fridge. I made sure to bend deeply at the waist when I got a soda, just to make sure he saw my well rounded butt, then started to walk out of the room when mom stopped me. "You put on quite a show just now," mom said angrily, "no bra, tight shirt and bending over like that? We all get the point Susan! You're a girl. Your father and I have had a little talk honey. He has agreed to accept the fact that you're a girl in a boys body. But I'm telling both of you that there won't be any more of that fighting, understand? There are going to be rules for both of you, and I mean it!" Looking right at me... "You'll still have the rules I gave you before; whenever you're not in school, you have to dress as a girl, okay?" Mom turned to dad and started to say something, then the doorbell rang. "Get that honey," mom said to me. I went to the front door, opened it, and came face to face with my worst nightmare. My Aunt Betty. I let her in without saying a word. As she hefted her 300 plus pounds into the house she stared at me for a moment, then followed me as I walked back into the kitchen. She and mom hugged, I went to my room, and dad went back outside. He and I both hated Betty, didn't want to be around her, and neither of us hid that fact very well. I could hear Betty asking mom about me, but I closed the door to my room and did not listen to what was said. I put on a bra and changed my flats for gym shoes, the shorts for a short skirt, realizing that sooner or later I would have to face the fat broad; I touched up my lipstick again, and once again walked out of my room to face someone that I viewed as an enemy. Without a word I sat at the table with them, my soda in my hand. Betty raised four kids, and not one of them had a viable IQ greater than my shoe as far as I was concerned. On top of that they were all spoiled beyond belief. Betty herself had one of those voices that sounded like scratching a blackboard. Her whole damned family was annoying. "What made you turn gay?" "I'm not gay." "Well...dressing like that...to attract boys, what else can it be?" "I've always been a girl," I said softly, "we just hid it until now; my boobs started to grow." "But...but I saw you when you were a baby! You're a boy!" "She used to be a boy," my mom said, "but as you can plainly see, she's a girl!" "But that's impossible!" Betty sounded dismayed. ," I suppose that...SHE is going to the family picnic?" "Why? Is there a problem with that?" "Uhh...no, I guess not," Betty said. It sounded like she would rather have swallowed a live frog rather than have to say that. "We're not," mom said very firmly, "going to tolerate any crap about this, from you, or those brats of yours Betty, so you better spread the word or we're going to be talking all about you...out loud. Very loudly. Am I clear about that?" Betty did not have a choice. She had four kids by three different guys, but her kids didn't know that because they weren't smart enough to figure it out, so she sullenly agreed, then left in a huff right after that. Betty was one of those people that always complained about their weight, but that woman never met a pie that she didn't like, and it showed. She looked like a fat sausage with a furry bowling ball for a head. Because of her constant complaining not many people in the family liked her, but we were stuck with her. No matter what mom threatened, I was going to have to go to the family picnic as a girl, and would have to face the entire family, regardless of how hard it was going to be. Just about the only good thing about it was that I would be out of school by then. My mother was angry with me but trying hard not to let it become the only issue. Betty's oldest son was a year older than me; a sports jock, he had washed out of the football program for inability, couldn't hit a baseball, and was too short for basketball. While he spent hours watching games, I was studying, which is why I was going to graduate one of the top three in my class, while he just scraped by. Number two son was a lazy, fat slob that had only one thing on his mind; sex. But nobody in my family could envision any woman willing to sleep with him, even a woman of the streets. He worked as a janitor. Number three was a girl that had turned to drugs, became a junkie, then a prostitute. Still a junkie, she had four mixed race children all by different men. Her last, a boy, was slightly slow, and actually the hardest working, and in some ways, the smartest of the entire bunch. He owned a small repair shop, was married with two girls. I was going to have to face all of them, the worst was going to be number two. His fixation on sex would drive him right at me. "I don't trust Betty," I told mom later, "she and her brood of misfits are going to cause me no end of grief! I can only imagine what that pervert son of hers is going to do!" "Betty and I had a very long talk honey, and she understands what I'll do if she doesn't keep those kids of hers in line, but I think the real person you need to keep an eye on is Walter. He's just crazy enough to try and hurt you, so you'll have to be extra careful. On the other hand, I want you to be as feminine as possible without over doing it. I want you to be the girl that you say you are. Can you do that?" "That's what I planned on mom." "This just might tear the whole family apart, you realize that don't you?" "They'll have to get used to it mom, I'm never going to be a boy again, never!" "I know that honey; all I'm saying is that there's going to be a lot of questions, so you better be prepared for them." Going to school dressed as a boy after having felt the relief of being a girl was horrible, but I did my best to get through it. I was doing fine, having resigned myself to five more months of plain grief when it happened. Mom and I were at the grocery store when he saw us. Our eyes locked for a minute, then... "Hi Mrs. Witt!" "Oh! Hi Thomas!" Tom was one of the good guys. He didn't do drugs, do outlandish things, and seemed very steady. I've known him since we started elementary school. "Tom, this is Susan. Our daughter Susan." "Hi Sue," he said softly. Standing there in those boy shorts and a top that left no doubt that I had boobs, I felt like a bug on display, but Tom smiled, then... "Maybe I'll stop by later. Maybe we can get better acquainted?" "Sure," I said, hoping his maybe meant never. "He's very nice Susan, you could do worse you know." "Mom!" "I'm just saying...." "No way mom!" "We'll see won't we? I'll bet that he can't wait to stop by!" Well, Tom did stop by later, and after some staring, he and I were sitting in the family room alone. "You've changed." "Yeah, some I guess." "More than some," he said... "It looks to me like you've got boobs now! And a... really cute figure!" "Thanks...I think." "So... is this the new you?" "Not that new, but this is the real me." "You look good, real good, and those," he said looking at my boobs, "look real! Hell, I'll just say it! You're cute as hell! I never would have guessed that you were like this!" "Thanks." "Why don't you kids use the pool," mom said as she walked in... "it's so hot! I'll make some sandwiches for later. Tom, we have a suit that you can use, and Susan, why don't you go change into that cute red suit of yours?" I looked at mom with pleading eyes, but she walked back into the kitchen, and of course, Tom got up to follow her. I went to my room to change, because mom made it impossible for me say no. The suit she gave Tom was one of my old ones of course, leading him to her bedroom. Then mom came into my room. "This is perfect Susan! Thomas already knows, so this is the time to show him just how much of a girl you really are! Be the girl you told me you are. He's a real catch, and you know it!" "But I've known Tom since we started school! He thinks I'm weird!" "I think not Susan, not based on the way he's been looking at you! Now put on that cute bikini and strut your stuff... like you did for your father!" As I sat on my bed I pondered what had happened to my very staid life, and what was going on! Mom seemed... determined? Once Tom saw me in a bikini there wouldn't be any way that he could deny the fact that I was a girl, and there wouldn't be any way to deny that the boobs that he thought were so cute were really my own. I was afraid of what he might think of me, although I was sure he wouldn't say anything to hurt me. As I sat there I realized that mom was probably right. I had to present myself in a way that flaunted my femininity if I wanted Tom to take me seriously. Quickly taking my clothes off I made one small change. I took a string, added it to the tape holding my manhood out of sight, pulled it tight to create some "vaginal cleavage", then put my bikini on. I fluffed my breasts and pulled the bottoms snug, then walked out of my room, through the kitchen and out to the patio. Tom was standing there, watching me as I emerged from the house. The look on his face was worth the effort, because his jaw dropped open. "Damn!" he said loudly. With a smile etched on my face I walked over to the tray, poured a drink, then sat on a chair, still smiling. "Your mouth is open Thomas," I said with a grin. "Damn!" was his only response, but he was smiling widely. "Why don't you sit down Tom." "Looking the way you do," he said as he sat down, why you don't just dress as a girl all the time! I mean, you're a girl now, right? So why not?" "The jocks," is all I said. "The jocks! Hell! They'll be the first ones trying to get into your panties! I know I would!" When he realized what he said... "What I mean is...is...hell! I guess I would try to get in your panties!" "You would be disappointed," I said with a grin. "Maybe, but it sure doesn't look like it to me!" "So you think I should just show up in class as a girl?! We only have five months to go, so why bother? Besides all the crap I would get, I can just imagine what the school would do!" "So...why not warn them, and just do it! I mean, the way you look? Hell, you're better looking than some of the girls everyone seems to think are so hot. I think it's the girls you have to worry about Sue, not the guys!" "I thought about it," I admitted, "but my dad might not understand. He barely accepts me now." "Think about it Sue." "I will, I promise." Tom and I slipped into the water together, but I didn't want to get my hair wet, which made him laugh, saying that only a girl would say that. Later, as we got out I could see how his wet suit fit him, and realized that I was looking at him like a girl would. Blushing, I got out of he water, unaware that he was staring at me. Obviously my wet suit fit me perfectly. "You need to quit hiding and just finish school as a girl, especially the way you look!" he said. "I agree," said mom as she walked towards us, "And I'm going to find out if that's possible." As it happens, mom wasn't able to work it out, and I finished school as a guy, but true to her word I spent every hour when I was not in school dressed as a girl, practicing all of the things mom showed me; such as the use of the hands, right down to the fingers, walking with my elbows closer to the body, my arms loose. Tom came over a few times, and finally asked me out, and we went to the show twice. I even kissed him goodnight once, but that's all. My father no longer raged whenever he saw me, he just glowered now and then. My relationship with my dad went from merely tolerable to almost bearable. He didn't threaten me any more and I did not flaunt myself in front of him. On the day I graduated I went home and changed as fast as I could. It was the beginning of my life as a woman...if I survived that is. Mom and I worked together setting up for the families summer picnic and annual get together. That's when being a girl got to be a pain in the ass. Under mom's rules, I had to wear makeup at all times, which meant that I was spending almost twenty minutes longer getting ready every day! For someone like me, there are three ways to come out of the closet. One, just jump out and tell the whole world at once, or two, the stealth method, slowly becoming a woman until everyone accepts it. Then there is three, my way, which is a combination of one and two. I wasn't going to hide, and I certainly wasn't going to do the whorish look. I simply wanted to be like all of the other girls I knew, and be the kind of girl my parents expected me to be. So, the night before the party I sat in a scented bubblebath, washed my hair, and made sure that there were zero stray hairs anywhere on my body. The next morning when I got up I began to get dressed, starting with the string to create vaginal cleavage before I pulled on the very high cut and very sheer panties, the white color hiding virtually zilch as far as my butt was concerned. The bra was rather plain, but low cut with a front hook, followed by the tan boy shorts with the pink low scooped top. I did my makeup very modestly, but packed a few things to take along, like eyeliner, lipstick and foundation. I added the bikini to my bag and went to the kitchen to help mom pack the car. I sat in the back seat while dad drove, leaving time to wonder what would happen, especially with Betty's brood of misfits. The three of us carried everything to the tables, mom and I setting up while dad wandered off. "You look very nice Susan; very sexy!" "Thanks mom." People began to arrive. Adding food to the growing array of selections, then I saw her. Betty was waddling towards us, flanked by her two dumbest kids, her daughter dragging ass behind, followed by the deficient one. Just then I felt a hand on my arm. Turning... "You're even more stunning than your mother told me dear." "Hi Grandma," I said as I hugged her. "Oh! Look. Here comes Betty and the kids!" "Yeah," I said sourly, "two fools, a hooker, and the only smart one." "Don't be like that dear. She knows what'll happen if they get out of line, and she does not want that to happen." The jock saw me standing there and walked over. "So! You're turning Gay!" "You're an idiot," I said, "who wouldn't know the difference even if I explained it to you, so I'm not even going to try! Go away and bother someone else!" "Nice ass," he said with a smirk as he walked away. As people began to arrive, most of the guys looked at me, but it was the women that came over to talk; some knew about me, others didn't have a clue. Most were nice, some a bit tense when they found out, but on the whole, the women generally seemed to accept me. Of course I doubt that any of them would say anything to my face. I was walking towards the barrel of sodas when Janet walked up to me. Janet is also 18, a second cousin; she's quite cute with a knock out figure. "Hi," she said. "You look different this year." "Yeah, I couldn't hide it any more." "Those real?" "Everything is real Janet. What you see is what you get." "You're prettier than I imagined a guy could be, and wow! What a figure!" "Thanks". Just then the pervert walked up to Janet and I, those beady eyes of his locked on our breasts, but roaming down, then back up. What he called a smile came to his face, which only made his eyes look even smaller. "How you girls doing?" "Fine," Janet said. "Now go away." "I was wondering if you two want to party? In private?" "Not with you we don't," I told him. "Yeah, go away. You're bothering people with brains," I told him. "If you put your hand in my pocket you'll see what you're missing!" He sounded dumber than he looked, so... "You know," I said as sweetly as possible, "I doubt that you could get laid in a whore house, even if you had a wad of money with you! So what makes you think that we're even remotely interested in you?" He got angry and walked away, so Janet and I grabbed some drinks and headed away from the crowd. She wanted all the details about my change, so I told her what I could, asking her to keep it to herself. "Lets go change Susan. We can take the boat out, and swim a little." "I'll get my bag." Janet and I were alone in the ladies room when we changed, and as I undressed she could see for herself that I was telling her the truth. What she saw is what she got. Like me, she wore a bikini and a thin wrap. Taking our towels, we headed for the boat. As every woman knows, men will ogle, leer, stare, and sometimes make remarks when they walk by, especially if the ladies are wearing anything that might be the slightest bit revealing, like a bikini, and Janet and I could feel those eyes on us as we walked past the guys. Since our fathers were sitting there, that and the fact that most of them were related, we didn't hear any remarks, until... "Wait up! I'll go with you!" Turning, we saw that it was the jock. "I'll just go change!" "This is an all girl outing. You can go out when we get back." "Yeah...right! She's not a girl!" "Well," Janet said as she got right up in his face, right in front of the rest of the guys, "I just changed clothes with her, and since I just saw her naked, I can say that she's as much a girl as I am! Besides, you're an asshole, and we don't associate with assholes!" A lot of the guys laughed at him when Janet said that, and the jock slithered back to his chair as we walked to the dock and the boat. She drove the boat while I sat in the back, just relaxing and enjoying the sunny day. We reached the point, docked the boat, and walked out on the beach. After spreading out our things, we went into the warm water to about boob high. Janet started it when she splashed water on me, and I had to retaliate...right? Well, we both got soaking wet, laughed and played in the water for a while, then jumped back in the boat and went back to the picnic. Janet and were walking to the restroom to change when it happened. The jock walked right up to me and poked his finger in my chest...hard. As I moved away I saw a hand, then... "I heard you got a big mouth boy. Don't you know it's not polite to hit a woman?" It was Tom! "Who the F**k are you?" "I'm Susan's boyfriend as a matter of fact, and I telling you to leave her alone." "Boyfriend?! She's not a girl! She's a guy!" "Take a good look asshole...does she look like a guy?" Tom moved to get right in his face, "In any way?" "You trying to tell me what to do? At my family reunion?" "Yup." He started at Tom hard, then backed away. His inner sense of self preservation must have told him that Tom would have pulverized him without even thinking about it. Janet grabbed my hand and tugged me away from what was beginning to look like a serious brawl. "Go change," Tom said, "I'll just wait right here, with....this..." Janet and I went inside to change, not hearing the finish to the line. We quickly returned, but by then the jock had left. In his place was Walter. He was about 35, an unrepentant racist and proud of it. We all knew about his views on minorities, but his view of women were even worse. They were so skewed that nobody paid any attention to him. In his view, women were merely there to provide men with an "outlet", cook, raise kids, wash clothes and very little else. Men were in charge and women had zero say. He walked up to Janet, Tom and I, and without a word punched Tom right in the face! Janet screamed and I pulled away as he started towards me, but just then my dad grabbed him, spun him around, and landed a hard right hook to Walters nose. By then Tom had recovered, looked at dad, who looked over at Tom. "You got it?" "I got it," Tom answered. So, dad stepped back, and Walter, caught up in the moment, lunged at Tom, who had stepped in front of him, but Tom was ready and landed a solid kick to the knee. As Walter went down, Tom grabbed his head with both hands, and rammed his knee really hard, right into Walters forehead; A sort of "splat," was followed by a short sigh, which was followed by a thud as Walter collapsed on the ground. "You okay honey?" Dad sounded concerned when he looked at me. "I'm fine dad." Tom walked over to me, took me in his arms, and kissed me, and not just a simple touch of the lips, but a tongue down the throat swabbing, that left me breathless, and with his hand firmly on my butt ! Everyone had been watching the fight, so they also saw Tom kiss me. I was really red faced, and couldn't make my mouth work! Tom turned to look at everyone, then...in a loud voice... "Any questions?" With that he took me by the hand, walking towards the small grassy area by the lake. It was sort of secluded, but not too far from the family. When we reached cover of the trees, he swept me into his arms and kissed me again, not stopping until I was actually shaking. Having a guy treat me that was a dream, but one that I never expected to happen, yet... "Susan, I told everyone that I was your boyfriend, which in a way is true. I'm a boy, and I'm your friend; but I want it to be true. You're the prettiest, smartest girl I ever met, and I don't care about anything else." "But...but...you know who I really am! You know that I'm not a...girl...not completely, not yet anyway, so why...?" "Why? Because I've known you all my life! I know everything about you, and I know that you would not do something like this... become a girl, unless it was right for you, and I'm telling you that you have certainly succeeded! Now, will you wear my ring?" He took my hand, slipping his class ring in my hand, then gently kissed me again. I was experiencing a whole range of sensations that were totally new to me, like that tingling that ran all the way down my back, having my nipples get hard, and my heart beating a mile a minute. We were holding hands when we walked back to the party, joining my mother, grandmother at their table. Mom was the first one to notice that I had Tom's class ring, and merely smirked when she saw it. Grandma asked Tom if he was okay, but smiled in that way that told me she not only accepted me the way I was, but understood Tom's attraction to me. Janet came over and dragged me away from the table. "Girl, he has it bad for you!" "He gave me his ring! I wasn't expecting...what I mean is..." "What you mean is that you like being a girl, and obviously Tom likes you this way too!" "Yeah," I said grinning... "and he's a good kisser too!" "You go girl!" As it turns out, I went home with Tom. The fact that my dad had come to my rescue, even calling me "honey" was new, something I didn't expect given his level of reluctant acceptance at my change, but it was a sign that he was finally accepting me for the girl that I was. Tom however had accepted me right from the beginning, and coming to my rescue like that wasn't something that I had anticipated; but the way he swept me into his arms and kissed me told me volumes about how he wanted our relationship to go, and frankly, I was more than willing. I was sure that every girl, natural born or new like me, dreamed of a Prince Charming coming to her rescue, being swept off her feet, then succumbing to the heroes desires. As I looked over at Tom I wondered just how far he wanted to go, but I could guess. I put my hand on his leg and squeezed a bit. He put his hand on my bare leg, near the knee, so I moved it up by my groin, smiling at him as he drove along. I knew what he was thinking because I gave him every reason to think that way. Rather than take me home, he stopped the car and asked me directly! "There's a motel up ahead....and I thought we..." "But we're not married!" I mocked him in my little girl voice. "Well," he said with a smile, "it was worth the try!" "Just like a guy! All you want is my body!" "You bet! It's such a fine body!" "But you know that I'm not...that I can't....not right now anyway...so why....." "You're trying to tell me that you're not a girl?! That's a hoot! You're probably more of a girl than some I could name! And besides, I don't care what you think you are. I only care about the girl that I asked to accept my ring... the girl that I think I fell in love with the minute I saw her, and that girl is you!" "But..." I started. "But nothing Susan. You can't tell me that you haven't at least thought about it can you? I shook my head no. "See! I was right. Susan, regardless of what you think, there is nothing about you that would make me change my mind, and I'm sure that we can find a way to work around that, don't you?" I nodded my head yes, then kissed him as hard as I could. Without another word we were in the motel room. We stood facing each other for a moment, then, in a fit of both lust and curiosity I reached out and unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it away. His bare chest was hairy with muscles rippling. Not to be outdone, he lifted my top over my head, and we stood back grinning at each other just before he scooped me into his arms. I felt his hands at my back as he quickly managed to unhook my bra, and with a shrug of my shoulders, it slipped away. My breasts were pert and my nipples at full attention as he cupped one in his hand, squeezing it just enough to send shivers down my back. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, and without any effort he picked me up and put me on the bed. As I lay there looking up at him I wondered it I could do it, but that passed quickly. There was a huge flurry of undressing, then I saw his member for the first time; touching it would propel me into another realm of femininity for sure, but I could not stop myself from reaching out, taking him gently in my hand. His groans told me that I was doing the right thing, but when he put his lips on my nipple again I jumped a bit. Tom was skillful, and I was in heaven as he used his tongue to drive me almost insane with desire. He moved a bit and I moved closer to his manhood, then... Then I felt as if I became a woman. With every action I became more entranced with the power I had over him, the sense that I was a desirable woman, and gave in to our mutual and total commitment. He and I used each other in every way possible before finally collapsing in a sweaty pile on the bed. I had crossed the line between being a boy in a dress to an utterly feminine woman, one that had a man that loved her. Every sensation, every action and every touch heightened my senses and drove me deeper into my accepting that what I had done for him was perfectly normal for a woman, and I am woman. By the time I got home it was late; my parents were waiting up for me, a look of concern on their faces. I tried to be nonchalant was I walked in, but mom, being a woman, must have seen the look of a well satisfied woman on my face. "It's late," dad said. "It's okay," mom told me, "go up and get ready for bed. I'll be up in a minute." By the time I had my nightgown on mom walked in. "How was it?" "What? Our date? It was fine mom." "I'm sure it was honey, but I'm talking about what you did on your...date. You look...ecstatic. Like that cat that got the canary, and the only thing I can think of is that you and Tom.... So...how was it?" "Heavenly," I said without thinking. "It always is Susan, but...what about..." "We worked it out mother. Tom loves me; he said it didn't matter." Tom and went together for about six months, then we broke up; I was heartbroken, but life goes on, and a few months later I had my surgery. Recovery was long, but a year later I met someone, and finally got to wear my wedding dress. Even though I started life as a male, I am no less a woman than any other now. My husband is happy and I keep him that way. We plan to adopt a little girl very soon. Life is good.