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Pouting Little Girl Janet L. Stickney [email protected] My lips was stuck out so far that even I knew it, but there wasn't a thing I could do about what was happening to me and my brother. He was dressed, head to toe as a sweet little ten year old girl, complete with ringlet curls and ribbons in his hair, small pink stud earrings, a pink and white satin and lace dress that didn't even come to his knees, a touch of makeup, and of course, white Maryjanes with pink ankle socks. When I looked in the mirror I saw that I had not faired any better. My hair, like his, was a mass of ringlets with several small white ribbons tied into bows that were attached. I wore a bit more makeup, and like him, also a dress. Mine was pale blue satin with a darker lace trim, the skirt held out with several petticoats which made it stand out, revealing my legs to almost mid thigh on me. On my feet I wore a very low heel because, as I was told, I was slightly older. I was 12, almost 13. All we had done was use some superglue on our nasty neighbors car window, and when she tried to put it down, it tore away the weather stripping which cost her a lot of money to fix. My brother had blabbed to a neighbor girl about what we had done, so of course, that news made it back to our parents. My dad almost went ballistic and wanted to thrash us pretty good, but mom said she had a better idea, which is why I was standing there wearing a dress. After we were completely dressed to mom's satisfaction, she took us each by the hand and led us down the stairs so that dad could see us. "You two look ridiculous," he said, "but we made an agreement with our neighbor, and you two are just going to have to live with it." Pausing, he looked at mom, then... "We won't go with you of course since this something you have to do alone, but we expect you two to walk down the street, knock on her door, and apologize for what you did. When she lets you, you may come home, but, as we told you, you'll have to dress as girls for the next three weeks as the rest of your punishment. Do either of you have any questions about anything I've said?" "No sir," we said in unison. "But dad!" my brother wailed. "Someone might see us like this!" "I guess you have a problem then," mom said, "because you'll have another three weeks as girls, and we are not going let you waste part of your summer vacation staying in the house watching television or playing on the computer, so I guess that means that you'll just have to get used to it. Doesn't it?" "Maybe next time," dad said, "you won't be so quick to harm someone else's property! Now, you two...girls, go over and apologize to her." Mom held the door open, the bright sunlight bursting in, revealing our dresses in their stark and very feminine colors. Since I was closest to the door I looked out, and to my great horror, the girl that my brother had told was standing in front of our house! I resisted going outside but I wasn't strong enough to hold on as mom quickly pushed us both outside, then shut the door, leaving us staring at Jennifer. My brother grabbed my hand and we started walking, Then, as we passed Jenny... "You two look really cute! Can I come over later? We can hang around maybe." We didn't say a word as we walked by her, taking each step as quickly as we could in order to reached the right house as fast as we could, then, standing on the ladies porch, I rang the bell. The door opened, and we saw her. Tall and imposing, she smiled as she opened the door to let us inside. With a wave of her hand, she motioned us to the middle of the room. "Aren't you the cutest little girls!" she said with a wide smile. "Let me get my camera! I just have to have some pictures for my album!" After she took several pictures of us, she asked us our names. "Brian," I said shakily. "Kevin," my brother said. "That won't do at all,," she said, "pretty girls like you don't have such boyish names!" After a moment... "Brian, why don't we call you...Brenda? And Kevin, how about...Kathy?" Still smiling, she had us sit on the couch. "Wait just one moment girls, I'll just call your mother and let her know what your new names are. That way nobody will be confused." While she went to make the call, Kevin looked at me a shrugged his shoulders. "It's only three weeks," he said, "we can handle anything for three weeks, just go with the flow! Heck, maybe you'll like it after a while!" "Not likely," I said, "and what will the guys say?" "Nothing," Kevin said, "because if they do, we have enough on them that they might find themselves in a dress, just like us, if we told on them that is!" "I called your mother, and she agrees with me," the woman said as she walked back in the room. "Now then, did you have something to tell me?" "Yes Ma'am," Kevin and said together, "we're sorry for wrecking your car." After a bit she smiled, gave us each a small cookie, then sent us home. For the second time that morning, Kevin and I had to walk down the street, our skirts flaring with each step, right past Jennifer, plus, my buddy Mike. We didn't say a word as we opened the front door and went inside. Mom took us to our room, then helped us get those dresses off, which raised my hopes, but they were slapped down when she handed me a different outfit. Bright pink shorts with a pink and white top, then pink and white ankle socks. "Girls," mom said to me, "your age, well some of them anyway, have to wear bras Brenda, so I have this for you as well. Hold out your arms and I'll help you with it." Once I had it on she padded the cups with a small gel filled blob in each one, then pulled the top over my head and handed me the shorts. Kevin, or Kathy if you like, was given a short denim skirt with a ribbed red and white top with matching socks. Once we had changed, mom told us to go outside and play, as if she thought that was going to be possible! Kathy simply tied her shoes and left the room while I stared into the mirror, and just like before, I looked just like a girl! With mom watching, I dragged myself to the front door, then went outside to face my friends. I could see my brother acting as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be dressed as a girl, and wondered what had come over him so suddenly! Jennifer saw me and waved. With no place to go, I walked over to her. "Kathy," she said as she pointed at my brother, "told me that you'll have to be a girl for three weeks! Is that all?" "That's enough!" I spit out. "But we could have a fun summer together!" Jenny sounded...dismayed. "I'm the only girl my age around here, except for you, so I was hoping that we could play together!" Turning, I saw Kathy headed for a group of girls across the street, all of them his class mates, and he, or she, didn't look the slightest bit worried about what they would say! Looking back at Jenny I saw her smile and point at her bike. Since I had no where else to go, I went to get my bike, but took mom's instead, then joined Jenny as we rode around the neighborhood. Nobody seemed to recognize me and I was able to relax a little by the time we returned to her house. Dropping our bikes in her yard, she went in, telling me to join her, which I did, simply glad to be in a house, any house. Her mother saw us, and to my great shock, called me by name! "Brenda! You look just delicious! I'm sure that you and Jenny will have a wonderful summer together!" Summer? Three weeks was more like it, but I said nothing as Jenny got us each a soda, then we went out on her porch. I could see Kathy across the street, jumping rope, laughing and having a good time with the other girls. "Kathy seems to fit right in Brenda. I wish you could be here all summer, life's a bummer when you're all alone." Jenny mentioned it several more times before I heard mom calling my name and had to go home. Nobody had bothered me all day, and wearing pink shorts wasn't much different than my own shorts, but that bra, and the ribbons in my hair made it clear that I was dressed as a girl, which made me feel...silly. I pushed the bike home and went in to clean up for dinner. Our parents said not one word about the way we were dressed, but did use the girl names we had been given. Then dad casually mentioned that we were going out to dinner on Saturday night, telling us it was a shock to him, but his new boss wanted to meet mom, and because they couldn't get a sitter, we had to go along! "We even asked Jennifer's mom, but they are also going out," Mom said as she glanced at dad... "so we're stuck because we don't want you to have to go dressed as girls, but you're too young to leave alone, and we also cannot go against your punishment. That means that both of you will have to come with us, which means that you'll have to go as girls. We don't have a choice, so neither do you." We had to go as girls! Kathy and I washed the dishes, then watched a little television before mom told us to put our nightgowns on and go to bed. Nightgowns? Mine was a white nylon thing with a bow on the front while Kathy's was bright blue. I changed, then slipped into bed, wondering just how far mom would take this, and worse, how far would dad let her go? We found out the next day when, right after breakfast, mom told us both that since she had not planned on it, we would have to go with her to pick out a couple of nice dresses for Saturday night, and if we were good, she would let us select our own dress! Great I thought, now she has me picking out my own dresses! Kathy eagerly went to get dressed, choosing the short plaid skirt with a white blouse, brushed out her hair, and almost ran out of the room before I barely had the nightgown off! I struggled with the bra but managed to get it on, filled the cups like before, then looked at what I had to wear. One short tan skirt and one short dress, the pink shorts were out because mom said they were dirty. I ripped the dress off the hanger and pulled it on, then like Kathy, brushed out my hair. Mom straightened out my hair, then gave me a tube of pale red lipstick, telling me to go lightly, which I certainly did. Kathy however wanted to wear lipstick as well, a bright red if she had her way, but mom told her pink or nothing, so she put it on thick, hoping it would show better I guess. I wore my gym shoes as did Kathy, and when mom was ready, we went to the store. Mom picked out a dress for Kathy to try on, which she did without the slightest bit of worry, then, as mom and I were looking at dresses, she saw one and handed it to me, telling me to try it on. Not quite as eager as Kathy, it took a push from mom before I went in and put the dress on. To my horror, I looked really good in it! As I turned this way and that I began to see that yes, I did look nice as a girl, and sadly, that was regardless of the fact that I was a boy. I walked out and saw mom almost swoon in delight, so I knew that she had found the dress for me. Putting up my growing facade of uncaring, she quickly paid for both dresses, then dragged us into the girls section of the lingerie area. More panties for both of us, then two more bras for me, plus a new nightgown for each of us, then it was on to shoes, where Kathy got a pair of very low heels while I got a pair that were a tad higher than my others, and red to match the dress. On the way out of the store... "I was thinking," mom said, "that since you'll want to look as normal as possible, as girls I mean, that we might all stop at my salon and let them see what they can do to make it easier for both of you to do your own hair. How about it? You girls game?" "I am," Kathy said excitedly, "can I get my hair done like Megan's?" "I guess," I said, but no perm's, okay?" "It's a deal," mom said, "No perms, but a girls cut for sure, is that okay?" We both agreed, so we found ourselves walking into that salon together. Kathy was so eager that mom had to slow her down, and gave her a book of hair styles to look at, telling her to find what she wanted. Looking at me, mom gave me a look that I didn't understand, then as mom and I sat together waiting... "Since you are older than Kathy," she said, "and most girls your age are experimenting with makeup and other things that women use to make themselves pretty, I was thinking that maybe you might also like to get your nails done?" I looked up... "Well," mom said gaily, "you will have a girls haircut after all, and you are quite pretty, so..." "Whatever," I said, "as long as I can be done with this after the three weeks are up." "We'll see," mom said, "But I'm beginning to think that you just might need a little more attitude adjustment, which you will certainly get, if you don't stop using that sarcastic tone with me!" Kathy eagerly sat in the chair after she pointed out what she wanted the girl to do, then leaned back with a smile on her face. I was taken to another chair, and reluctantly showed the girl the picture of the style I had picked out. I thought it was the least feminine one in the book myself. She nodded her agreement, then I also leaned back as she began to wash my hair. I'm not sure what she did, but I do know that I had to endure having rollers in my hair as well as some awful smelling stuff that made my hair feel like a brick, but later when I looked at what she had done, I was shocked. My hair was slightly lighter in color, almost a strawberry blond, curly all over the back and sides with bangs that came almost to my eyes! After that she carefully worked on my nails, painting them a very pale red and adding a small decal on my index finger. The decal was a small bear! "All of the girls are asking for this, and your mom said it was okay," She told me, "I hope you like it, you have wonderful nails, and you look just darling in that hairstyle. I'll bet the boys will be flocking around you the minute they see you!" One look in the mirror was all it took for me to realize just how little effort it took to make me look like a girl, and worse, both mom and the lady that did my hair were right. I did look kind of cute in a way I guess. Since I already had one ear pierced, the woman did the other without asking, then put in a pair of small gold studs before she told me she was done. Kathy was waiting with mom, and when I saw her my mouth dropped open. Kathy's hair was auburn instead of brown, done in tight curls that made her look exactly like a little girl, and worse, she was smiling! It was obvious that she liked being a girl, and didn't really care what anyone thought! Mom paid the bill then drove us home, telling us to play outside, adding that she had things to do. Walking outside I was totally aware of the way I looked, embarrassed by it, but unable to do one thing to make my parents change their minds. Kathy ran across the street to play with her friends, either completely at ease as a girl, or she simply didn't care what anyone thought. Either way, she was busy playing across the street, leaving me standing there. There was only one person that I could even remotely think about being with, so I started towards Jenny's house. Still wearing that short dress made me feel...exposed I guess, but I marched onward, hoping that she would be home. Knocking on her door, her mother let me in, calling for Jenny once I was inside. "Your hair," she said as she let me in, "looks wonderful Brenda! That style does wonders for you!" "Thanks," I said without enthusiasm just as Jenny bounded down the stairs. "Brenda! Your hair! It looks positively gorgeous," she said when she saw me. "Gee, thanks Jenny," I said sourly. "Its just what I always wanted to hear." "Brenda," her mother said, "Jenny and I were on our way to the mall to get her a few things, maybe you would like to come along?" "Yeah!" Jenny said, "call your mom and let her know! It'll be fun!" With nothing else to do, given the way I looked, and rather than stay outside alone, I let Jenny talk me into it. When I said yes, her mother called mom, then we left for the mall. Jenny and I sat in the backseat until we got there, then we all walked in together. I watched as Jenny and her mom picked out new dresses, some skirts, plus underwear and shoes, then we had lunch. As we walked along, I saw a bunch of my friends coming towards us, and wanted to sink into the floor, but Jenny realized what was happening, and squeezed my hand in support. Just as they were beside us... "Hi Jenny," one of them said, "shopping?" "Clothes and stuff for school," she said, then... "this is Brenda. She's staying with friends near me for a few weeks." Every eye turned to me, and I did my best to stand there and smile without throwing up. "Did you get the invitation?" Freddy asked, "Cheryl said she mailed them already." "Yeah," Jenny said, "I got it, but..." "Brenda can come too Jenny, the more the merrier!" "Okay," Jenny told him, but we'll have to ask her mom first." "See ya," he said as the guys walked away. Jenny's mom had heard all of what was said, then made the comment that she didn't think there was any way that I couldn't go, now that the boys had seen me and knew I existed! I was crushed, but she called mom on her cell phone, told her what had happened, and got permission to find me something to wear to a party, telling mom that it looked like I was going to need one! Jenny and I both knew just how dangerous it might be for me to attend a party that so many of my friends would be at, especially while dressed as a girl, but we couldn't see any way to get around it. I ended up with a white party dress with pale blue lace trim, complete with matching panties and bra! On the way home all I could think about was how horrible my death was going to be. When I walked in the house carrying the new dress, mom wanted to see it, then she also mentioned the trouble my going might cause, both to me and everyone else. "Brenda," mom said, "this is a beautiful dress, and I'm sure that you look just darling in it, but when you go to this party, especially wearing this dress, you'll have to be just as much a girl as Jenny or any of the other girls, you do understand that don't you?" "Huh?" "What I mean is," mom went on, "is that if you act as if you hate being a girl, or that you're scared, everyone will surely pick up on that, which might lead to your being discovered! That means that you'll have to be as friendly as all of the other girls and quit worrying about wearing a dress so much. If you can do that, nobody will ever know that you're not a girl, and you'll have a wonderful time. It's either that or we take the dress back and make an excuse for you. It's up to you honey, and because this was never our intent, I'm not going to force you to go. I wouldn't do that, but if you do go, you'll have to put an effort into becoming the girl you look like. Okay?" Mom made it clear enough, and as I took the dress to my room I wondered if it was possible for me to fool all of my friends, and as crazy as it sounds, I had the fleeting thought that maybe, if I was careful, I might get away with it, if I were very lucky. Then I stood looking in the mirror. The girl looking back was just as pretty as Jenny, and looked about the same. We had the same build, were about the same height, and with my new hairdo, I looked enough like a girl and so little like myself that I kept having the strange thought that I could do it! Kathy had become more like a girl than a boy in just a few days, and our bedroom was beginning to look like a pair of girls lived there! I knew that if I could be more like Kathy, I probably wouldn't have any trouble at all, so with another look at the new dress, I bravely decided to try it, and when dad took us all to dinner to meet his boss, I was going to test my skills by being the perfect daughter, a girl to the core! With that in mind I went to find mom. "Mom?" "Yes dear?" "If I go, can I...I mean should my... they're kind of small, and I thought..." "Oh! That!" Mom knew what I meant right away, and with a smile, said that within reason, yes, I could be a little bigger, and she also told me that I could wear pantyhose, something I had not ever worn nor even considered. Later, after dinner, I called Jenny and told her that I could go to the party, but reminded her that nobody could ever know who I really was, and she totally agreed, which made me feel a lot better. That night after dinner, mom pulled me aside and told me that the following morning she and I had an errand to run, and wanted me ready to go by nine. I told her I would be ready. When mom told dad that I had been invited to a party, about all he could do was stare at me since he and mom were the ones that put us in dresses, but I could see that he was worried. The next morning mom and I left together, and after we left the house she told me what we were going to be looking for. "Stuffing your bra with those gel things might do once in a while, around here I guess, but I never intended for you to get invited out to so many places, so there isn't any doubt that we need to find something better for you." "Like what?" I asked in my innocence. "Like breast forms honey. Something not too expensive, yet will help you look more natural. At a party I would assume there will be dancing and so on, which means that since the boys will probably know the difference between a sock and a girl, so you'll need something better That's why we came alone, so you could try them on for size and fit." Mom drove to the plaza not far from the house, then, after we went inside a small shop and mom explained what I needed, the woman smiled and whipped out a tape measure before she disappeared behind the curtain. When she returned, she had a pair of small boxes in her hand which she gave to me, then pointed at a small booth. Mom watched as I took out the socks and slipped in the forms, then grinned at me. "I think those are perfect Brenda! We'll take those," mom told the lady. I touched them, and believe me, they sure didn't feel like socks! Mom stopped on the way home and picked up some pantyhose for me in a neutral color and by the time we got home I couldn't feel the forms, yet I knew they were there because of the way my bra felt and the extra weight. I walked to Jenny's house and was let in by her mother who called Jenny, then the two of us went walking. On the way I told her that I had boobs and not socks in my bra. "That's so cool!" Jenny said, "Now you're almost a girl, which is really neat!" "Yeah," I said, "at least I look normal according to mom." "That too," Jenny said, "but I heard that Davy really liked you when we met them at the mall, and that he's looking forward to seeing you at the party!" My heart sunk when she said that, then... "But now that you're almost a girl, he'll hit on you like a drum I'll bet, and who knows? Maybe you'll like it!" "But...but..." I sputtered, "I'm not, I mean, I never...I'm not a girl!" "Yes you are," Jenny said, "just look in any mirror and tell me that you're not a girl! And besides, Davy doesn't know you're not, so who's it going to hurt? Just relax and enjoy it! Being a girl can be fun if you let it Brenda, and I'm betting that you'll have lots of fun at the party!" "I guess," I said, "I'm just worried that someone will find out." We spent the afternoon together, then I had to get home to change so we could go to dinner with our parents. It was the first time I wore pantyhose, and I have to admit it, they felt really good against my skin, and with those heels, I found out that I had pretty good legs for a boy! Dad's boss was really nice, and I liked him a lot, but all during the dinner I was making sure that I was as much like a girl as I could be, trying out my skills on everyone. I guess I did okay, because dad seemed very pleased when we got home, and I knew that dad's boss and his wife never once thought that I was a boy. Kathy of course looked darling in her frilly dress, but then she liked it a whole lot more than I did. The next day when I got up, I put on a pair of shorts that I had borrowed from Jenny, then the thin top that matched them before I went down for breakfast. Mom didn't say a word when she saw me, then took us back to the salon where I had my hair done again, almost exactly like the first time except that the woman added a small white satin bow in my hair, telling me that it would go good with my dress. I had my nails done again, plus my toenails, then, with mom watching, they did my makeup for me! By the time the woman told me she was done, and I looked in the mirror, I was shocked beyond belief. I looked not just okay, but spectacular! Kathy, mom and I all had the same treatment, then we went home, which is when dad saw me. After his eyes fell back into their sockets, I got real girly when I hugged him and went to my room to get ready for the party, with mom right behind me. As I began to undress mom started to lay out my clothes, and when I was down to my panties, mom did not turn around, but waited a moment, then said.... "I'll bet that I can make you look like a girl, down there, if you want to try it that is." "What!? How?" I asked. "With some ice and a bit of glue," mom said with a grin. "But that's only if you want to try and look more like a girl, just for the party of course." "How did you learn how to do something like that!?" "I found it on the Internet. I've been watching you carefully for over a week now, and with each passing day you have started to act more and more like a girl, especially at the dinner, and now that you've been invited to a party, I just thought that maybe you liked being a girl just a tad bit more than you want to admit, so I looked it up, and now, if you want, I can make you look exactly like Jenny and all of the other girls...if you want to try it I mean." I stared at her, wondering how she guessed. I had come to like the way I looked as a girl, yet I always felt as if I was missing something when I was with Jenny. The way she looked and what she was able to wear versus what I could get away with. If I looked like her.... "It's not permanent is it?" "Of course not!" mom said quickly, "but it might last another two weeks....does this mean that you want me to try and make you look like a real girl?" Ceding the obvious, I told her that I was beginning to feel like a girl, and wanted to wear what Jenny could, so I followed her instructions, laying on the bed on my back, my feet in the air. The ice bag made me shrivel up, that much I know for sure because of the way I gripped the headboard, then I felt her moving things around until, a few minutes later, she told me she was done. When I stood up it was gone, and looking in the mirror, I saw that I looked like a girl! Unable to contain myself, I grabbed mom and hugged her tightly as she handed me the blue panties. As I reached for the bra, mom stopped me, holding a tiny breast form in one hand, a tube of glue in the other, so I stood still as she attached them to my chest, holding them in place until the glue set up, then she watched as I pulled the bra on. The padded brief was next, then the pantyhose followed by the dress, which was short, maybe halfway up on my thigh, and as mom zipped it up I felt it tighten around me, thrilled that I looked so good in it. I stepped into my white heels, then mom changed out my studs for a pair of gold and white earrings with a matching necklace and a tennis bracelet. Finally, she handed me the perfume, the good stuff, and told me how to use it. After I touched up my lipstick, mom hugged me, handed me a small purse. I never felt more feminine, or to be frank, proud of how I looked. We walked out of my room, and it felt eerie not to have something between my legs, but also, quite nice, as I knew that no matter what, I couldn't be found out. Dad stood up the minute he saw me, not smiling exactly, but not quite frowning either. "You look...very nice," he said. "She looks quite beautiful and you know it!" mom told him, "and it wouldn't hurt you to tell her that!" "Have you forgotten?" he asked mom, "that this is our son we're talking about here!" "Maybe," mom said, "then again, maybe not!" "Just what does that mean? Maybe not?" Dad sounded...anxious? "It means," mom told him, "that just like Kathy, Brenda has found out she likes being a girl, and might stay with us for a while!" Dad flopped in his chair as mom and I went out to the car. We picked up Jenny who looked very pretty, then mom took us to the party. Cheryl met us at the door, smiling as we walked in her house. Like Jenny, I had known Cheryl since we started school. Jenny made the introductions, then pointed at the patio door, leaving us to find our own way back. There were about ten kids already there, one of them Davy, who was talking to Janet and her friend Megan. He saw us walk in, waited a moment, then walked over to us. Almost ignoring Jenny, he looked at me and smiled. "Glad you could come Brenda, I wasn't sure that your mom would let you." "As long as I keep Jenny in sight she says that I'll be okay." I told him with a grin. Music started as more kids filtered in, then food was served and later, some kids began to dance. Davy asked me, and I reluctantly let him take my hand then fold me into his arms. Even at age 13 he knew exactly what he wanted, and I simply went along, letting him lead and hold me as we danced. Not having to worry about my manhood gave me a sort of freedom that I had not expected, and began to enjoy having Davy with me. Jenny was busy talking to Fred, then I saw them dancing as well. As the afternoon turned to dusk, someone, Davy I would like to say but can't, because he was with me, suggested a game of spin the bottle! Of course, kids that were interested in each other sat across, the rest filling in boy/girl/boy/girl. Jenny spun the bottle the first time, and Cheryl kissed Greg, right on the mouth. Cheryl spun it the second time, and Davy and I kissed, again, right on the mouth. Time after time someone spun the bottle until we had all done it, then Cheryl announced that we would do it again, but when we kissed that time, anything went, including tongue! Cathy and Bill did a lip lock, then Jenny and Fred, then it pointed at me. I braced myself as Davy kissed me, his hands on my shoulders as his tongue probed my lips until I opened my mouth. As he held me I began to feel a sense of his power taking over, and broke away panting, flopping on my butt which caused my dress to flip up, revealing my panties. I quickly pulled my dress down, but everyone had seen everything, and I know that since I looked like a girl, all that did was confirm to everyone that I really was a girl. As we broke up, Jenny yanked on my arm, pulling me aside. "Listen Brenda," she said, "we have to talk, girl to girl! Can you spend the night at my house?" "I can ask," I told her, but your mom..." "You call your mom and I'll call mine, okay?" Davy stayed with me all night, right up until my mom pulled up out front, then, right in front of everyone, he grabbed me and kissed me! I broke away and ran to the car with Jenny close behind me. Then, looking right at me... "I talked," mom said, "to Jenny's mom, and I told her why it would be perfectly safe for you to spend the night with Jenny, and she said it would be okay, so I brought you a change of clothes and your nightgown." I didn't say a word, but Jenny was bursting to know what was going on, and thankfully, she didn't ask until we were both in her bedroom. "Okay Brenda," Jenny said, "tell me the truth! You're really a girl, aren't you!?" "Jenny," I said, you've known me my entire life! You know that I'm not a girl!" "Oh yeah? Well, take your clothes off and prove it!" "I...I can't prove it." "Why not? You just said..." "Because my mom fixed it so that I would look like a girl," I told her, then asked her to unzip my dress. As I slipped the dress off it became evident that I had what looked like boobs, and after I slipped the pantyhose off and stood there in front of her, even she could see that I didn't look like a boy. As she quickly got undressed, she began to giggle, then I started, and soon, we were laughing up a storm, undressing until we were both standing there naked. My fake boobs were clear enough if you got close, but the rest... "Damn!" Jenny said, "that looks real!" "But it's not," I said, "only I'm glad I let mom do it, especially after I fell back and my dress flipped up!" "Well,," Jenny started, "Davy told Cheryl..." As we lay there in her bed she told me about what Davy said as well as some of the other kids, then we talked about what it was like to kiss a boy and how it made us feel. That was the big question for me. How did it make me feel? At the time it happened I felt like a girl, and didn't mind it a bit, although I knew that if anyone found out who I really was I would just die, but at that point, I didn't care. Davy stuck his tongue in my mouth and I was eagerly accepting him, even playing twister with my own tongue. Jenny and I fell asleep late, and didn't get up until her mother came in a woke us. "Time to get up girls, we have a big day ahead of us, so rise and shine, breakfast in twenty minutes!" I made it to the bathroom first, which is when I realized that I would have to sit down, which was the very first time I had to do that, but everything came out okay, and after I cleaned up I went back in the room to get dressed. Jenny had her shorts on as she went in the bath. In record time we got dressed and were standing in the kitchen, not quite awake, but hungry. "You girls eat up because we have to pick up Kathy and your mom, then the five of us are going to the community pool, but first, all of you girls need new swimsuits, so we're going to stop at the mart and pick up something you can wear today." I wasn't so sure that I could wear a girls swimsuit, but didn't say anything just in case I was wrong, and going to the pool was always a treat. Jenny and I sat in the back seat with Kathy as we drove to the mart. Mom took Kathy and I to look around in one area while Jenny and her mom looked in another. "Mom! Mom! I found one! Can I try it on?" "Wait just a minute Kathy, and Brenda will join you." Mom said that as she handed me a two piece swimsuit, grinning as she pointed at the changing booth. Kathy and I were in the same booth, and I watched as she eagerly stripped off her clothes, which is when I saw that she to had opted to look like a girl too! Without a thought Kathy pulled on the one piece suit and ran out, leaving me room to try on the two piece. Once I had it on I had to admit that I while I didn't have much shape at all, I didn't look too bad, and stepped out so mom could see me. With her thumb up, I went back in and put my clothes back on. Our mom's paid the bill, then we piled back into the car and headed for the pool. Once we got there Jenny grabbed my hand and ran towards the changing room which gave me the willies, but once inside I saw we were alone, and quickly put the suit on, stuffing my clothes into the small bag I had with me. Jenny and I then walked out to the pool, saw our mom's and put our bags by them before we went into the water. Kathy found some girls her age, and as they herded together, Jenny and I drifted to the shallow end to just look around. A bit later we jumped out and lay on the loungers by mom, sipping on a pop as the pool began to fill up. Jenny nudged me and pointed at the doorway. Davy, his twin Fred, Cheryl, Bill and Cathy were coming in! I watched them walk across the tile, not noticing us until I saw Cathy waving at us. They set up, then Davy walked over to us, Fred right next to him. "Hi Brenda," Davy said, a huge smile on his face. "Hi," I said back, then Jenny introduced our mothers and asked if we could go with Davy and Fred. Our mom's said yes, but when I stood up and Davy took my hand I caught a glimpse of mom's sly grin as we walked away. That was the moment I understood just how much of me was on display. My unrestrained boobs bounced in the thin material of the suit while my butt was barely covered! But Jenny, Cathy and Cheryl wore about the same, so I did my best to remain calm as Davy pulled up a chair for me to sit on. I noticed that Fred never let go of Jenny's hand, and she was smiling widely as he clumsily pulled a chair over for her. "You look really nice in that suit Brenda," Davy said. "Thanks, I got it this morning." "Pink must be your color," he said with a grin, "but those strings holding it on look awfully loose, maybe I better tighten them for you." "They're fine Davy," I said quickly and turning my back so he couldn't get to the strings. We all sat there for a while, then Bill threw Cathy in the pool, which led to the rest of us girls getting tossed in as well, quickly followed by the guys. I broke to the surface and turned but didn't see Davy, then I felt his hands on my waist as he also came up for air. He had that silly grin of his plastered all over his face as we floated there, just inches apart. I saw mom waving at me, so I pushed away and climbed out. "Margie and I are going to the party store on the corner to get some drinks and snacks Brenda." Looking at Davy, "And David, I want you to help her keep an eye on Kathy. We'll only be gone a few minutes, okay?" "Sure mom," I said while Davy nodded his head yes. We sat, then watched as Kathy frolicked with the other girls her age. "You look a lot like your mother," Davy said suddenly. "better in a lot of ways though." He took my hand when I didn't answer him, just watching Kathy instead, but my mind was racing a mile a minute. Davy thought I was a girl, which was good considering, but why was I so easily letting him treat me like a girl! Davy is only a bit taller than me, but he was already starting to fill out a little, and with that mop of dark hair and his impish smile he was not bad looking. I looked down my torso and saw the twin mounds of the tiny breasts and the way my bottoms fit, then I took a look at Jenny. With her wet suit clinging to her I could plainly see the indefinite outline of what made her a girl, and wondered if my suit did the same thing. "Wanna go to the show tonight Brenda?" I looked at Davy, then... "Just you and me. It'll be like a date." "I'll have to ask, but I don't think my dad will let me." He looked crushed. When mom got back Davy stood in front of me and wasted no time asking her if I could go to the show with him that night, then ignoring my shaking head, she told him that it was okay with her, but my dad would have the last say. That left me wondering what was happening to me. Not having anything that would reveal me as a boy gave me a lot of confidence, and while I also had this tremendously feminine feeling about myself, I also had a notion that there wasn't any way that I could just disappear at the end of three weeks. Not after I had willingly kissed Davy, and with him asking me out, I knew I had become stuck! He went back in the water and I pulled Jenny aside. "Davy asked me out!" "So? Go! He's cute, you're cute, you make a cute couple!" "Jenny! You know I'm not...what I mean is, after next week I'll be gone!" "I don't think so Brenda," Jenny said with a smirk, "you like it way to much to just give it up, and besides, you and Davy have already done the spit swapping thing, so why not go? He likes you a lot you know!" Then I asked her what had been bothering me. "Jenny," I said softly, "when your suit is wet I can see, well, your...you know! Can you see mine when my suit is wet?" "Of course!" she said, "unless you put something in there, and if the suit is thin, then yes, anyone can see!" "Then Davy could see...?" When Jenny nodded her head I flopped down in the chair next to us. Jenny pulled up a chair, then Cathy and Cheryl joined us, leaving the guys to swagger around the pool before they all jumped in. "I hear," Cheryl said, "that Davy asked you out! Are you going?" "I don't think my dad will let me go," I said, "I'm not old enough." "Yeah," Cathy said, "my dad says that I have to be 16 before he'll even consider it!" "Me too," said Cheryl, "16 or bust I guess!" "I just wish I had a bust," Jenny laughed, "all I have are these little things!" "Boy bait," Cathy intoned, "Natures way of making sure we aren't old maids!" "Brenda! Jenny!" mom was calling us, and as we looked up, she was motioning us that it was time to go. "See ya all later," Jenny said as we walked away. When Jenny and I went in the locker room again it was crowded, and I did my best to hide my lack of real boobs, regardless of how good they looked, and was quickly changed and ready to go. My hair was a mess, but I brushed it out and joined mom and Kathy who had already changed. On the way home Kathy asked if she could have a pajama party, telling mom, or rather, begging mom to let her have the party. Mom agreed with a nod of her head. Once we were at home I went to my room and took a shower, leaving my hair damp. I wore a pair of jeans and a top when I went in the kitchen. Mom and dad were sitting there drinking coffee. "Brenda, sit down a moment, will you?" "It's a fact," dad said solemnly, "that you and Kathy have become more like girls than I ever imagined, especially Kathy. She has taken to being a girl like a duck to water, and now I understand that you have some boy interested in you! From what I hear, whenever you're around him you get all giggly and smile a lot, and now he wants to take you on a date!" Drawing a deep breath, "I know that your mother was able to fix it so you both look like girls, and we thought that would be for your own safety, but...but..." "I think that what your father is trying to say is that we're both very concerned about you! You now have friends that only know you as a girl, you've been invited to parties, and you've probably played spin the bottle I'll bet, which means that you willingly kissed a boy, or let him kiss you. In any case, you have become just as feminine in almost every way as all of the other girls you were with today! Brenda, I was watching you all day, the way you sat, moved your hands, even how you walked and so on, and in each case, unless a person knew, they never would. I think it's as obvious as the nose on my face honey. We think that you like being a girl so much that you might not be able to easily become a boy again, and we want to know if we're right. Do you like being a girl so much that you want to continue?" Before I could answer... "Kathy," dad said sourly "has adapted to being a girl, so much so that she wants to have a pajama party! Did you know that?" "Dad," I said, "Kathy has dolls in our room now! What do you think? Of course I know that Kathy likes being a girl! Geesh! Our room looks like it belongs to a couple of girls!" "And what about you honey," mom asked, "does your room belong to a girl?" "Maybe," I said, "I guess. I don't know." "We think you do," dad said, "especially after your mother saw you with that boy!" It sounded like he spit out the words. "We think that you...ahhh hell!" "Brenda," mom said as she put her hand over mine, "if you want to remain a girl then we have to know! We have to make arrangements for you to go to school as a girl, and if we do that, then we have to do a lot of shopping for both you and your sister, who has already told us she doesn't ever want to be a boy again! Now then, care to tell us what we should do?" Not even thinking... "Can I get real boobs if a stay a girl?" Dad got up and stormed out of the room when I asked that, leaving me and mom facing each other. "I'm not," mom said, "sure, we'll find out honey, but your answer says it all, doesn't it?" As I slumped in my chair, "Brenda, you are a lovely girl, and we both understand that this started when we decided to put you both in dresses, but we are well past the point that any of us can deny what we see! Kathy doesn't just like being a girl, she loves it, and you have young men attracted to you, which you and I both know is exciting for a girl, but you aren't a girl, not really anyway. But,," mom said sighing, "if it's possible, and you want to do it, we'll get you enrolled in school as a girl then see what we can do about the rest, okay?" Nodding my head yes, mom got all business like. "Okay," she said, "now that we have that settled, I'll make the arrangements for you girls, and maybe in a few days we'll go shopping for school clothes." That was the end of it as far as mom was concerned, but as much as I knew she was right, I wondered once again what it was that made me feel so good when I looked in the mirror. I gave up trying to figure it out and walked down to Jenny's house. When I told her what was about to happen, it was as if Christmas and her birthday came at the same time. She hugged me, then we went to her room, and as I watched, she started her computer then logged on. Once she was on, she went to her favorite search engine, then, looking at me... "What do they call girls like you?" "Heck if I know," I told her, "try...male girls" That led us to words that made no sense to us, but eventually we found a site for teen boys like me, boys that wanted to be girls, and looking at the pictures, some of them were quite beautiful, but better, there were links that showed how to buy or create anything a boy like me would need to become a girl, plus all sorts of links about hormones, breast forms, hair, and so on. Jenny copied the links to a disk and handed it to me with a grin. Later that night I asked mom to check out the links and gave her the disk. She and I went in dad's office, then began to search those links until mom found a site dealing with teenagers and hormones that had a list of doctors. Mom looked down the list until she saw that there were two in our city, and made a note of the addresses and phone numbers. Then I showed her the same pictures I had seen earlier. With another sigh, she looked up at me. "I'll call the doctors in the morning Brenda, but once you start down this road I don't see how you can just quit later on, so you'll have to tell me, right now, that you want to be a girl. Your father isn't here, it's just us, so tell me, is this really what you want? Or is it just a fun thing to do?" "This is just between us?" I wanted to make sure. When mom nodded her head, "When you fixed me so that I looked like a girl, at first I felt strange, but after a bit, when I pulled on the panties and I saw how they fit, then the bra, I felt just like a girl, and I liked it mom! I didn't mean for it to happen, it just did! It's not my fault!" "I know honey," mom said, "it's not your fault, and we don't see it as anyone's fault, but now that we know, let's not dwell on it. Let's simply make sure that you become a nice young lady. How about that?" That night I lay in bed wondering why I had agreed to become a girl when I had spent all my life as a boy! I had no idea why I felt so good when I looked in the mirror, why I liked having boobs, or why letting mom fix it so that I looked like a girl made me feel better. I didn't know why I let Davy kiss me, why I felt so strange around him, or even why I agreed to a date! Somehow, something had changed inside of me, but I didn't know what it was and couldn't define it in any way. I did know that one screw up, one mistake, or one person deciding that I was Brian in a dress, that I would be dead meat in school and anywhere else for that matter. I'd probably end up on the front page of the newspaper as the freak of the week, pictures and all. Dad didn't like it one bit and made that clear, but like Kathy and I, he was stuck. He had taken us to dinner, we met his boss and all that, then dad had introduced us as "his girls", not as "his sons undergoing some punishment". No. Like me, he was stuck, only for a different reason, and there wasn't one thing he could do about it, unless he wanted to make a fool out of himself and maybe jeopardize his career. Mom, like dad was also stuck. She had been the one to start all this, buying us clothes and so on, then sat there talking with dad's boss's wife about how nice it was to have daughters, then she had been the one to find the boobs for me and fix me so I looked like a girl. Having also fixed Kathy, there wasn't any way she could claim innocence, and that was written all over her face when we talked. Both mom and dad had made it clear that we could quit at any time, but while I had reached the point that I could give it up and return to being a boy I suppose, as I lay there thinking about it, the vision of myself in that white dress came to my mind. I loved the way I looked in that dress, and just didn't want to give that up! I let my fingers trace the newness of my groin and wondered again what it was about it that made me feel as if it was the one thing that I had been searching for. I didn't know I was looking for anything! I didn't have any shape to speak of and fake boobs, with only the fix that mom had done to define me as a girl, but I knew, because Cheryl and Cathy had started to blossom, that I would need more help if I wanted to continue as a girl. Jealousy was at fault, that much I knew. I wanted real boobs, hips, smooth skin and all the rest, just like a normal girl, but I wasn't sure about how to get them. Mom said that she would look into it, but what about the rest? Many kids knew that my parents have two boys and not two girls, and that bothered me. If, when I started school as a girl, if I could that is, how long would it take for someone to add that up? Then of course, there were those gym classes everyone had to take, sports, various clubs and so on. I had managed to hide things at the pool, but with a school full of girls, all competing with each other, I had no chance at all, none. When that thought came to me, only one word popped into my mind, and the word was ridicule. By the time I got up the next morning I was so wound up that I was actually shaking. Kathy on the other hand was busy making lists of things she wanted to have for her pajama party! I slipped on a pair of my jeans and a top before I went to the kitchen for breakfast. Dad saw me and gulped while mom slipped a sweater around my shoulders, whispering in my ear. "You'll have to remember to wear a bra Brenda. That thin top shows everything, and given how realistic those forms are...well, young ladies do not go braless." "Mom," I said, "can we talk?" "Sure honey, what is it?" Nodding my head at the familyroom, I walked out. When mom joined me... "Mom, I'm afraid! What if someone finds out? Everybody knows that you have two boys, and well, Kathy and I...everyone will find out!" "I'm sure they will honey," mom said softly, "but you told us that this is what was right for you, so we let you and your brother continue to pretend to be girls! You told us that you liked being a girl, that you wanted to look more like one and you even went to the pool as a girl, kissed a boy, and have been asked out on a date!! Now you're telling me that you don't think you can do it?" "Well, yeah, I guess I can, but the other kids mom! The other girls are so...competitive! They check out each other more than the boys do! I'm not sure that these boobs will fool all of them mom, and it only takes one to figure it out and I'm toast!" "I understand honey, let me check into it." Kathy, who wasn't suffering from the doubts I was, had made a lot of friends, all girls her age. That left me facing my dilemma alone. Mom was busy checking into a way to let me go to school, and make me as much a girl as my friends, dad was pouting all the time, and I was wondering once again if I was doing the right thing. I really liked dressing as a girl, all the attention I was getting, the clothes, makeup and so on, but I also kept wondering how I could ever manage in a school full of real girls! I found out three days later when mom took Kathy and I to see a doctor. After he checked us over, talked with all of us separately, and gave us a physical, he decided that both of us were excellent candidates to become girls. But.... "It's not unheard of, or even unusual, however, Brenda is at the age that unless we do it now her body will begin to develop male characteristics. If I carefully reposition them, and reroute her urinary track, I can redo what you have done and make her look just like any other girl. By doing that her voice will change very little, she will not begin to grow a beard, and she will start to develop all of the characteristics of a female. By that I mean, wider hips, breasts and so on. We will also have to supplement that with the use of hormones, but within a short time, say four months, she will start to develop, and by the end of the year be most likely be the same size as most girls her age." "All from moving what? Her testicles?" "Yes, but unlike the way you did it, I will firmly secure them in a way that inhibits the creation of the male testosterone, and her body will resist making the changes all boys undergo. And, like I said, she will still need to take supplemental hormones to force her body to change the way we want it to. But, Like I said, depending on various factors, she should start showing the changes rather quickly. How old were you when you started blossoming?" "About age 13 I guess." I saw mom's eyes widen as she figured it out. "But I was a full B cup by the time I was 15!" "I would guess that Brenda will follow the same path. Daughters quite often follow their mothers growth patterns." "When?" "Come in on Saturday morning. It'll take about three hours." And that is exactly what happened. The doctor rearranged things, I started taking the pills, and by mid year Jenny and had both developed about the same. Kathy was also fixed and will have a more normal development because of her age. David and I dated a bit then that fell away and Stan took his place. He and I dated off and on for our entire time in school, but after he joined the Navy and came home on leave, well, I was waiting for him. When we get married, my sister Kathy will be my maid of honor.