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Opportunity Janet L. Stickney [email protected] My father had always told me never to stand and let an opportunity pass you by. He forgot to mention that one should be wary of the pitfalls some of those opportunities present. Out of high school, I was working in a small shop, a day laborer of sorts, when it was announced that the shop was moving off shore. That left me unemployed, without a lot of prospects, and our town was just not able to absorb that many people looking for work. In my frustration at not being able to get another job, I fell back into playing dress up. I had always liked to dress up as a girl, and in some ways, I even thought I was good at it. I looked okay I guess, but I never gathered the nerve to leave my bedroom, so I was stuck with my vision of the girl I thought I was; I always kept that to myself. With my father gone, he died of a stroke at 37, and mom working, I always had time to indulge myself, so I did, but I always made sure that I was back to the old me before mom got home. That night at dinner.... "We have an opening at work, if you're interested..." "You bet! We... I, need the money!" "Don't leap before you listen honey. The opening is for a waitress." "A waitress!? Why would you even mention it if you knew it was for a girl?!" "I just thought you might like to get out more, especially when you're all dressed up, that's all. You can kill two birds with one stone so to speak. You'll have a job, and be able to dress up at the same time!" "Me? Dress as a girl? To be a waitress? What's wrong with being a waiter?" "First, I want you to know that I know all about your little hobby! I've known for years! And before you blow a gasket, I want to see you, all dressed up I mean. Go in your room, take as long as you need, get all fixed up as nice as you can, and come let me see you. Okay?" I was sunk! If mom knew, why didn't she mention it before? And why did she ignore my question? "Do I have to? I mean..." "Yes, you have to do it. If you're going to take that job, then I have to know what we have to work with!" "But me? Work as a girl? A waitress?" "Yes, you. We need the money, and with Rachel leaving to have her baby, we are one of the very few businesses that have an opening! Nobody knows that yet, so you'll have the inside track, and with my recommendation, you'll be a shoe in! Unless you have another job?" "You know I don't, it's just that... me? As a girl?" "Please go change honey. I promise that it won't be as bad as you think." I struggled with the very idea that I would have to show mom just how pitifully bad I looked as a girl, but the fact was that we really needed the income. Between us we were able to live in a reasonably comfortable manner, but alone, neither of us could make it, not with two people in the house. Mom just sat there smiling at me, then pointed her finger at my bedroom. Of course, I struggled with her demand, because if I did it, I would be openly admitting that I liked to dress as a girl! She kept pointing her finger, but once again, I asked her why a waitress rather than a waiter. I actually demanded and answer. "Sit down and lets talk." When I sat down... "You need to have a job, and you already know how hard it is to find one, don't you? Well, I'm telling you that you can make more as a waitress than you ever did in that shop, but unfortunately, you'll have to do it as a girl! We do not have waiters, and Jim is absolutely not going to hire a boy! He thinks that pretty girls encourage business! You can call it discrimination if you want, but other restaurants do it, so he knows he's safe. If you want a job, and you know as well as I do that we need the money, if you let me, I'll help you; you'll be just fine, and I'll bet that nobody will ever know! All you have to do is put that inner girl you have obviously tried to hide from me to work!" With a sigh, I got up, went in my room, to get ready. It always took me about at least hour to get dressed, but on that day, I spent two. When I was positive that I was ready, that I had done my very best and I was completely dressed, I opened my bedroom door, my queasy stomach letting me know how scared I was, positive that mom would burst out laughing at my miserable attempt to look like a girl. But with that first step out of my room I was committed, for better or worse. Mom looked up and saw me, her eyes went wide, then a smile creased her face. I desperately wanted to run back in my room, ashamed to show her what I looked like, but she was already on her feet, coming closer. "Look at you! You're very pretty! I had no idea!" "Mom, I..." "Hush up and let me look at you." After a moment... "It might work! I think, with a little help, that you'll be able to take that job!" "Me? A waitress? Mom, it's just a... I wasn't trying to be a girl, I was just.... Ah.... I'm not a sissy mom!" "I know you're not a sissy! You're merely expressing your inner girl! Now all we have to do is get you ready to show the world this inner girl you've been hiding! Come with me, and lets see what we can do." I just stood there until she took my hand and led me into her bedroom. As I sat in the chair at mom's vanity, I watched in the mirror as she first washed off all of the makeup I had used, then started over. Foundation applied with a moist sponge was new to me, as was the use of powder. I was able to add the eyeliner myself, but she did my lashes and eye shadow. Blusher that was quite a bit lighter than what I had used, and finally, a pale red lipstick. She removed my wig, threw it on the bed, and brushed out my own hair, then using her curling iron, gel and hairspray, created a modestly feminine hairstyle! Then she added something new. Earrings. I had never used earrings because I didn't have any, and I never, ever, went into her stuff. She found some clip type, added those, and had me stand up. "See?! What did I tell you? You look marvelous!" "Yeah, but.... this is now! What about at the restaurant? All those people! They'll find out!" "Honey, most people don't pay any attention to us! Other than ordering, all they're concerned about is their meal. All you have to do is manage to use your hands and arms like we do, smile a lot, and get the orders straight. There are a few other things you'll need to do, but to start with, you'll need to get rid of your body hair, and to do that, you can get some of that chemical remover, use that, and follow up with a razor, but maybe later, after you get some money saved up, you can get a waxing. Since we all wear uniforms, clothes won't be much of a problem, except for when you're not at work." "Why would I need clothes for when I'm not at work? I mean, I'll be me!" "Maybe, but I doubt it; what I mean is, we, the other girls and I, do a lot of things outside of work together, and you'll need to have clothes for that! And I think that going from boy to girl and back to boy every day would get very tedious, very quickly!" "I guess... maybe you're right, but..." "For now, let's just concentrate on getting you hairless. You get undressed and I'll run down and get you some hair remover, okay?" I really did not want to take a job as a waitress, but the stark reality was that with so few jobs available, I, and many others like me, were going to go downhill fast; but I had been given an opportunity, one that would provide us with a replacement income, yet left me with almost no choice! Oh, I could have left home and traveled somewhere else I suppose, but I couldn't even afford that! Mom had the inside track on that job because she was the lead waitress, and her suggestion that I could also be a waitress was very radical! I was positive that I would fail, yet there was that nagging thought that maybe, if I were lucky, and we had a lot of myopic customers, I might just be able to pull it off, but only maybe. I undressed, and had a robe on when mom came home. She was all business as she slathered that gunk all over me, front and back, from the neck down, even on my butt! I endured the itching and burning as the chemical worked on my hair, then eagerly jumped into the shower, and washed off the gunk, leaving my body almost completely naked of hair! At mom's continuing insistence, I filled the tub and sank into the hot bubbly water, and with a razor, shaved away those remnants of hair that the chemical missed. My skin felt very slick and smooth, but after I rubbed in the skin lotion, wow! My skin actually felt soft, and definitely smoother than before! That was a totally new experience, and I reveled in finding out what girls felt as they touched their own skin. It was a gigantic leap for me to remove my body hair, but I found out that was only the beginning. Mom watched as I stepped into the panties, then put on the bra, prepared to use my socks for filler, as before, but mom handed me some cotton batting to use. Then it was back to her vanity while she once again did my makeup and hair for me. When I had the skirt and blouse on, she stood behind me as we both looked in the mirror. It was at the exact moment that I knew that protesting would not work; I looked like most other girls my age and no matter what I had thought before, how pitifully bad I thought I was, it looked like mom was right about my being able to do it. At the very least, I looked like a girl! I had, sitting in my lap, the opportunity to become the girl that I always wanted to be, yet I was scared to death at the very thought of it. I looked back at mom who merely smiled. "See, I was right honey. If you practice your mannerisms a bit, I'll bet that you can do it easily! But first, we need to get over to the restaurant, get you hired in, then head down to the thrift shop and see if we can find you a few things to wear!" "Do I have to? I mean..." "No, you don't have to, but you know our situation, and unless you have a better idea?" Since she knew perfectly well that I didn't have a better idea. She handed me an old purse, took me by the hand, and with some very firm urging, out we went. It was my first time ever outside of the house in daylight anyway, dressed as a girl, and I was very nervous, scared in fact. Mom drove, and twenty minutes later we were there. "Just answer his questions as truthfully as you can. Use the name, ah... Mary? And watch how I walk and do the same thing, okay?" I nodded my head yes, and we walked inside, then straight to the office. "Jim, this is my daughter Mary; she's here for the opening." "Yeah, okay," he said as his eyes went from head to toe. I felt as if he were undressing me. Fill out these forms. Can you start tomorrow?" "Yes," I said softly. "Okay, Mary, Jill... your mother, will show you where to get your uniforms, and find you a locker." "So... I have the job?" "Yeah. Start tomorrow morning at six; and I mean in your uniform, ready to go at six!" Mom and I went in the back, where I had to try on two different dresses before we found the right size, and I took three of them home with me. They fit well enough, but they were really short! A full three inches above my knees! Mom laughed when I mentioned it. "Isn't that good? I mean, all those guys will be looking at your legs, not how you use your hands!" "Maybe, but every time I bend over...." "Bend at the knees honey! Not from the waist, unless you want to show off your panties!" Well, at five the next morning I was up, took a shower, and started to get dressed. Mom told me it was better if I went "light underneath", meaning just a bra and panties with a pantybrief and pantyhose, so once I had those on I slipped on one of the dresses, put on my tennis shoes, then let mom help me with my hair and makeup. When she said I was ready, she and I left for work. I was given a name tag, an order book, and an apron before I was set loose on the unsuspecting population. I was so busy with the morning breakfast crowd, that after a short while I was unable to focus on how I was dressed. Greet the customer, smile, take their order, then deliver it. When things slowed down a bit I sat down, realizing that my legs ached a bit. Mom came and sat with me. "How are you doing? It looks like you're doing fine." "I'm okay mom. Nobody bothered me anyway." "Lots of tips?" "I guess, I haven't counted it yet." "Go in the back and do that, and leave all of it except change for a twenty in your locker. Make sure the lock is secure, okay?" I had almost $135 in tips! Multiply that by six days, and you have a big number! $810! That was more than I made in a two week check at the shop, and the day wasn't over yet! I told mom how much I had. "I told you that you could make a lot of money didn't I? We'll put it in the bank every day, so that you'll be able to pay your bills easier, and of course, you need to buy some more clothes." Mom had been right, about the customers, the only thing I had to deal with were the guys that hit on me, but usually they were older men just flirting with a young girl. I handled it with a smile and a wink, quickly dismissing their flirting. By the time we got home I had realized that as long as I maintained my poise, I could probably do the job without many problems, and told mom she had been right. On Saturday she and I went to the thrift shop, and I stocked my closet with some very nice clothes, from jeans to dresses, skirts and blouses, tops and shorts. Then it was off to the mall, and a stop at a local prosthetics shop for some breast forms. I was once again worried, thinking that buying breast forms would reveal my true status, but once inside the shop, the lady was all business, and could not have cared less. After some consultation and the lady's recommendation, I splurged some of my tips. I bought the best they had; they glued to my chest and after the application of some seam concealer, they looked very real. After that it was off to the department store to get bras that fit. I no longer wore a 36A. I was a full B cup, which helped my shape a lot, but just having that extra weight on my chest felt strange, yet, in a way, very comforting. More panties, plain cotton, full cut for comfort, and several padded pantybriefs for both discretion and shape, plus two waist nippers. Some pantyhose from the drugstore as well as some makeup of my own that was better suited for me, plus a brush, hairspray and a curling iron of my own. At the end of the day I had spent almost $500, but it was money well spent, and it would help me be more confident about working as a girl. That afternoon I got my first lesson in doing makeup and hair, mom making me do it over and over until she was satisfied. As the days became weeks which stretched into months, it became normal for me to get up, get dressed, do makeup and hair, and I simply forgot that it might be abnormal in some peoples eyes. Dressing as a girl had become a way of life, and by then I had not quite, but almost mastered the mannerisms that girls use. The usual customers began to know me, and I them. I knew what they usually got for breakfast, their names and so on. It was almost like a big family in a way. Then one of my usual customers showed up with someone new. "Mary," Janet said with a big smile, "this is my son Greg. He is going to be stationed near here, at the Army base. He's staying with me for the summer!" "Hi," he said with a smile. "Hi Greg, nice to meet you." I thought nothing of it until Greg started coming in alone, always sitting in my section, and always very polite, and I soon came to realize that he was clearly interested in me! One day he asked me if I were attached. "Uh... no." "Then maybe you would like to be the one being served rather than the server? How about we have dinner together?" After having spent so long just going to work and staying home, I was more than ready for some diversion, and he was kind of cute, so... "I'd like that!" "Great! I'll make reservations at the officers club for... Saturday?" "I'll look forward to it," I told him, and could not resist spinning around fast enough that my skirt flared out so he could see my legs. When I told mom, all she did was smirk! "He does seem like a nice boy Mary, but be careful, okay? You do remember your... situation, right?" "I'm not a whore mother! It's just dinner and maybe some dancing, that's all!" "If he is taking you to the officers club, then you might want to get a very nice dinner dress, say a sheath? Maybe with spaghetti straps and a bit of a plunge, and short? I've been there before, and they expect a certain level of dress, and besides, I think it's about time that you started getting out! All work and no play makes Mary a very dull girl, right?" I did not take mom with me when I went shopping for the dress; I wanted to do it by myself for once. After a trip to a lingerie shop to get a corset, I tried on and rejected at least ten dresses before I found it, and other than the flaring skirt, it was just about what mom suggested. Then I picked up some new shoes and clutch bag to match, earrings in gold and black, also with a necklace and bracelet to match. Then some new perfume that I liked. Lastly, some very red lipstick and gloss. It was my very first attempt at getting dressed up that fancy, and I hoped that I could pull it off. Either he would be delighted or he wouldn't. I knew that I would be, and because it would be my very first actual date, I was very excited. I did not show mom what I bought, preferring to let her get as excited as I was when she saw it for the first time. By the time I had reached the point where I could actually accept a date, months had passed, almost a year in fact, and I had somehow morphed into the girl I seemed to be. Everything I did felt natural, as if it were meant to be, and accepting a date did not seem that far out, but while I was a bit concerned about what Greg might expect from me, I was confident that I could handle it. On Saturday morning I left the house for my very first appointment at the salon. I had accumulated a lot of money, and it just seemed to be the right time to spend it, so I had asked for the "works". Waxing, nails, hair, makeup. It was both painful and exhilarating, and worth every penny of the $300 it cost me. I never looked or felt better about myself, so when I got home, I was on cloud nine. Greg was picking me up at six, which gave me almost three hours to get ready. I spent an hour of the time in the tub, soaking in a bubblebath, another hour making sure that my makeup and hair was perfect and laying out my clothes. I grabbed a soda, went back in my room, and began to get dressed. High cut panties with the black padded pantybrief, nude pantyhose, then the corset, which nipped my waist down to a svelte 26 inches. With my breasts laying in the cups like ripe melons, my waist thin and my hips wider, I had a wonderfully feminine figure. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I knew that by dating, I would be finally stepping over the line, admitting that being a woman was right for me. I had always felt that way, but until I started working at the restaurant, I just could not believe that I could live that dream. Smiling, I slipped the dress over my head and zipped it up; following that were the heels, perfume, jewelry, and lipstick. One last look in the mirror, smiling back at my reflection, and I was ready. I grabbed the handbag and walked out of my room. Mom took one look at me, and... "Mary! You are simply gorgeous! A handsome guy like Greg won't be able to keep his eyes off you!" "You know that I got tired of working and staying home mom, and it's a good chance for me to get all dolled up, and yes, he is sort of cute!" "Just be careful honey. He thinks you're a girl, and while you are quite pretty and every inch a beautiful girl, he doesn't know the truth, okay?" "I know that! I wasn't planning on jumping into bed with him, it's just a dinner!" "That's what you have in mind. I'll bet that he has something else in mind, and he is an Army man, so just be careful, that's all I'm saying." Greg was right on time, and for the first time, I saw him in his uniform; he was resplendent with the medals and so on, and looked every inch the part of a young, ambitious officer. He met mom, then he took my hand and we went to the car for the drive to the base. I knew that I was taking a chance by dating, but after all that time as a girl, I felt I was ready; I did not count on visiting the Army base! 3500 men, more than half of them single, and all of them horny! I grinned to myself, knowing that Greg would be the perfect gentleman, and I looked forward to a wonderful evening. He escorted me inside, then we were shown to a table, and were people already sitting there! The men all jumped to their feet as we approached. Looking around, I saw stars and bars. From a General to a Lieutenant. "Gregory! How nice to see you again!" "Good evening General; allow me to present Miss Mary Stickney." "Miss Stickney! How nice it is to have a pretty girl gracing our table! Please, come sit next to me. Gregory can sit on the other side of you." It was clear from the expression on his face that Greg had not planned on dining with the General, but he hid it well. The conversation was lively without being risqu?, and never once veered into "shop talk", except once. "Did Gregory tell you he is quite the military planner?" "No sir, he forgot to mention it." "He is one of the shining lights in the new military, and has a very bright future ahead of him! In fact, the reason I bribed the host to insure that he sat at our table is that I want to announce that effective tomorrow he will have the rank of Major, skipping over the rank of Captain because of his extraordinary efforts, which by any measure, are spectacular!" The General passed him a small box containing his new insignia, the gold oak leaf of Major. "These were mine. I hope that they bring you as much success as they did for me. Now that we have that out of the way, I'll just mention that having a good wife will serve you well Gregory, she'll be your anchor at home while you're away on assignment." Eerily, The General looked right at me when he said that, and nobody missed it, including Greg. The music started and Greg escorted me to the dance floor. The music was slow enough that I could follow him easily. Having never danced before, I was able to follow him, surprised at how strong his arm felt as it went around my waist. I did not mention anything about what the General said about having a good wife, but I did congratulate him on his promotion. "He really likes you Greg, to go to all this trouble I mean." "He's a good guy Mary; straight up without any bull, and always to the point." Later, after we ate dinner, the General's wife nudged me and nodded towards the ladies. I and another woman joined her, making our way across the room. Once were out of earshot... "Howard thinks the world of Gregory; and it's obvious that he likes you too honey. He has already assumed that you and Gregory will get... what I'm trying to say is, if Gregory isn't the one, don't worry about it, but if he is, then you need to prepare yourself for when he's away." "This is our first actual date, and we haven't... we're not...." "I understand Mary, but with Howard, you never know what kind of pressure he can put on a young man. He is very good at getting his way, and, like I said, he likes you." "I'm only twenty one! I'm not ready to settle down!" "You have plenty of time Mary, don't rush it no matter what else happens, okay?" "Sure." We "powdered," our noses and rejoined the men at the table, but before I could sit down, Greg grabbed my hand and we went back to the dance floor. "You're very beautiful tonight Mary, This dress is not at all like that uniform you wear at work!" "It's not supposed to be! I wore it to look nice, and.... sexy!" "Oh, you look better than just nice, you look.... delectable! Bitable even!" "No biting, not in public!" "In private then?" "Maybe." I never felt more like a woman than right at that moment, and the feeling went right down to the core of my being. That's when I knew that I wasn't just dressing up as a woman, I was a woman. Greg and I left about ten. He and I drove towards my house, stopping out front. I turned to face him, seeing his eyes alight with anticipation. He leaned over towards me, and I leaned towards him. Our lips met, gently at first, then a bit harder, with more urgency. Before things got out of hand, I opened the door and went inside. As I undressed I went over the entire night in my mind, but one word kept leaping out. "Wife," was the word. I wasn't even a woman, and yet the thought that I might be a wife someday was making me wonder if it could come true. Greg would be a wonderful "catch", as they say, but we were a long way from that! Mom demanded it, so I gave her the details, which left her giggling! I on the other hand, went online to find out anything I could about becoming a female. Along the way I had become as agile and lithe as most girls my age, and I had mastered virtually all of the mannerisms, which left me only one avenue to explore, which I did. It had taken me over a year to arrive at that point, but there was obviously no turning back, so I found out what I needed to know on the Internet, and without mentioning it, I saw a doctor after work on Monday. I kept on working, but did not tell anyone that I was taking the hormones. When a guy undresses a woman he expects to find certain things, and I was on my way to acquiring them, so when the time came, I could truly be the woman a man would find desirable. I saw Greg every Saturday for a few weeks before we arrived at the point where I knew that I would have to offer him some kind of relief, or risk his leaving me for someone else. We had enjoyed some serious make out sessions and some minor groping, but I knew that the time was coming when I would have to do more. That's when I did it. I gave him pleasure the only way that I could manage. Since my breasts were not yet big enough, he did not get to rummage around in my bra, but he was satisfied anyway. By the time a few more months had passed, I had blossomed out to a full A cup, and removed the breast forms for good. My hips and butt also increased in size, while my skin was losing the hair and getting softer. The doctor had told me the hormones work differently for everyone, and I guess my body was adapting pretty quickly! Mom finally saw me naked, which meant she saw all the changes to my body as well. That led to my explaining to her that my days as her son were over, even though I think she already knew that, and the fact that she might even have a son in law some day! Almost a year and a half had come and gone by then, and I was way more female than male. Greg was posted to a base in a combat zone; he told me it was a short tour, but no matter how short it was, where he was going, people were going to be trying to kill him every day, and I feared for his safety! On our last date before his departure, I let him into my bra, and I gave him the send off of his life. He tasted... manly. Hopefully I left him with nothing for anyone else! Over the next few months my body really changed. I grew to a full B cup, I gained fuller hips, thighs and bottom, and I prepared for the surgery that would allow me to be a wife someday. Greg was involved with something to do with artillery, but he never went into any details, so I could only guess. Madeline, the Generals wife and I became friendly, and while I think she knew more than she would tell me, she did let slip a few things. Like the fact that the General was grooming Greg to take his place! "Howard is very fond of Gregory, and has moved him up the promotion ladder as fast as he dared, but Gregory has reached as high as he can go without being married. It's all political of course. The men in Washington feel that anyone in a high position should be married. They think it brings stability, especially given their line of work." Grabbing me by the hand... "Do not be surprised if Gregory asks you to marry him honey. He can't hide it very well, but you and I both know that he really loves you." I wasn't all that shocked, yet I had to tell her something, so... "Greg doesn't know it, but I cannot have children, so I doubt that he'll want me, not after he finds out anyway." "Things like that can be worked out Mary! Don't be such a gloomy girl! I'm sure that Gregory will not let something like that stop him, he can be very... determined!" So. I knew it was coming. A proposal of marriage, and I had not completed my transition! In a panic, I called my doctor, and he and I together went over my records, my life, what I expected and so on before he agreed that I was ready. He scheduled my surgery; it would happen in less than a month. I had the surgery, then struggled to cope with the pain and all of the other things associated with that kind of surgery. The mere fact that I was actually a woman gave me the ability to put aside the pains and get on with my life, letting healing take it's own course. I was four months into that process when Greg came home. He and I spent a lot of time together, and I finally let him gain access inside my panties, but only with his hand. As excited as I was, I needed more time to heal up, and told him he would have to wait. Much to the Generals delight, Greg asked me to marry him, and I said yes! Between my mother, myself, and Madeline, we arranged the wedding, got the dress and so on. When I asked the General to walk me down the aisle you would have thought he would jump out of his shoes. Clearly, he was honored to do that for me. After the wedding Greg and I stayed at a pleasant inn, and I became his wife, in every sense of the word, and the fact that I could not have children did not stop us from trying. Oh, and he was promoted six weeks after our marriage; one of the youngest Lt. Colonels in the Army! Opportunity sometimes gives you the chance to find yourself; daring to take it can be very hard. I'm glad I dared to be myself.