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Guys don't wear dresses Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I knew that I wasn't going to do it. After all, guys don't wear dresses, at least not any guys I know anyway! But she stood there looking at me with a very determined look on her face, one I was very familiar with. As I looked at the clothes I swallowed hard, wondering if it was true. That I would look sensational as a girl that is. Mom thought so, and made it clear that she wanted me to at least try it. There was going to be a show of some kind, sponsored by the club she belonged to. It was one of those events where all of the sons were going to be all made up as girls, then were going to model bridal, prom and special event gowns! She called it a "Turnabout," show. The fact that I did not want to be a model didn't even faze her; she volunteered me anyway! "Listen to me honey; you will not be the only boy that's going to be there dressed like a girl! I told you that! There are going to be at least six of you boys trying out, but in my opinion, only you and one other boy have any real chance of doing it at all, and be believable anyway! There is nothing to be ashamed of, and I'll do everything I can to make you look as beautiful as possible! Please, lets just try this to see how you look before either of us decides if you can't, or won't, do this for me!" "But what if I look...." "Trust me honey! I'll bet that you'll look just fine! Now, will you do this for me? Just to see if I'm right?" As always, mom got her way, and even though I was reluctant to even try it, at mom's insistence, I soon found myself covered from the shoulders down in an ugly smelling goo that began to itch as soon as she applied it to my skin! Looking at mom's grin, I couldn't believe that I had let her do this to me! I had never worn girls clothes before, not even once, and didn't think I ever would! After she wiped away most of the gunk, I went in the shower to rinse off, which is when I realized that I was almost as hairless as any girl would be, just like she told me I would be! Mom was waiting for me as I stepped out of the bath, a bottle of lotion in her hand. After she rubbed it in everywhere, a pair of white panties appeared in her hand. To tell the truth, I felt real silly as I put them on, and the thin material did almost nothing to hide my meager manhood, so I quickly turned away to fix that; there was no sense in embarrassing myself any more than I already was. Assuming that I would be dressed before she started on makeup, I was a bit put off my stride when she took me into her room, then sat me at her vanity. Looking around, I saw the bottles, brushes, and various other items women used to make themselves pretty. I was watching her in the mirror, and swallowed hard. Since mom was a hair stylist, I could only guess at what she was going to do, but trusted her not to go crazy on me since this was supposed to be just a test. She began by putting rollers in my still damp hair, using scissors to trim my hair in a few places, and by the way she was working, it was obvious that she knew exactly what she wanted my hair to look like. Then came the makeup, but instead of letting me watch what she was doing, she covered the mirror, telling me it would be better if I saw myself when she was done. I was surprised that doing the makeup didn't take that long, but didn't say anything as we went back into my room. "For right now we'll just put these in the bra," mom said as she stuffed them into the bra. "These" were a pair of what I thought were very lifelike breast forms! I knew that I would need something, but was a bit surprised to see that she had them. But what bothered me most was when she said the "for now," part. What else was there? Those breastforms looked like they might be expensive to me, so what if the "test" failed miserably? After I had the bra on... "This is a padded pantybrief which will make you rounder on the hips and bottom. Just pull it on, then you can sit on the bed and put on the pantyhose." I was beginning to feel like I was a doll mom was playing dress up with, but, I did as she told me, without mentioning just how sexy the pantyhose felt on my newly bare skin. Then came the dress, which seemed rather plain, which was just fine with me. It was a soft maroon color, what mom called a shift. As it settled on my shoulders she zipped it up, and when I looked down for the first time, all I could fix my eyes on were my boobs! Then it was back to her room where she finished my hair, added earrings and a small bracelet, a dash of perfume, and finally, had me step into the heels. Since I had yet to see myself, I was very curious, but based on the smile stuck on her face, I must have looked good, at least to her. Mom stood me in front of her full length mirror, then whisked away the blanket. The girl I saw standing there didn't look like me at all! If she were real, I probably would have gone after her in a hot minute in fact! Almost 5' 9," tall in heels, the soft brown hair lay in waves around her head while the dress hugged her curves perfectly, and the legs! Wow! But the girl I was looking at was me, and I was speechless! "You see! I was right all along! You're gorgeous! And you have the build for it! What are you now? 140?" "Gee, thanks mom. Just what I always wanted to hear; that I'm beautiful! I weigh almost 136 right now." "That's almost the perfect weight for a girl as tall as you are, and you can see for yourself that I'm right, so quit being such a snit about that!" "It's not that mom, it's just that I..." "Lets see how you manage in those heels," she said, cutting me off. "It's not that hard, just stand upright and pull your shoulders back a little." After a few minutes of walking around like that I realized that I wasn't having any trouble walking in heels, which is when mom handed me a purse and told me that it was time for us to go enter me in the show as one of the models! Of course I resisted, but given the way I was dressed, how I looked, and the way mom was looking at me, I knew it was a lost cause, but... "Who're the other guys doing this? I mean, I don't want to stick out like a sore thumb!" "Stick out!? You're kidding, right? Honey, just look at yourself again! Unless you tell someone, which I know you won't, I seriously doubt if anyone is going to know, do you? Besides that, I can't tell you who they are. We all swore that we wouldn't tell anyone who the boys dressing as girls were going to be. I was told that a few of the models might be real girls, which means that if nobody knows who is who, then all of you will be taken to be real girls! It might be anyone, and everybody will suspect everyone else, which means that nobody will ever know, unless you act like a boy in a dress that is! Now then, why don't we go fill out the entry forms, then maybe we can stop and get some lunch!" "Do I have to? I mean, what if someone...." "Try this. Take shorter steps, bend your arms at the elbows, and just let yourself relax! You'll be fine! Now, please take the purse, then we'll get you all set up to be a model, okay?" After a short struggle with myself, I had let her talk me into wearing that the dress, and while I was very nervous about leaving the house, I have to admit that after seeing myself in the mirror, it wasn't that hard for me to also let her talk me into leaving it, even though I was scared out of my skull. We didn't see anyone on the street as we went to some ladies house where I had to fill out some forms. Everything I wrote down was true, except for the name. Mom had not mentioned anything about a name, so I just picked a name at random and wrote it on the form. When I was done, the lady smiled at me and said, without the slightest hint that she knew I was a guy, "You're such a lovely girl Susan! I'm sure that you'll do just fine, and I'll bet that all of the boys will go gaga when they see you in the gowns we have picked out!" "I'm sure," I said slowly, the news that boys not wearing dresses would be there was something mom forgot to tell me! I was very angry, but held it in until we were safely in the car, then.... "You didn't say anything about guys being there mom! So tell me; if guys are going to be there, why am I the one in the dress?" "Because! It's just like I told you! We decided that it would be fun to have our sons do this, and because some, well, maybe even most of the boys simply don't have the build for it, and absolutely couldn't do it, but some of you can, which is why I asked you to try it for me. Some of the ladies are having their daughters participate, just for cover, to make sure that the boys that are doing this are plausible as girls! The fact that boys will be there doesn't really mean anything!" "Yeah, okay, I guess I can buy that, but why are they going to be there? Really?" "Well, there is a party, or maybe you could call it a dance afterwards, and with so many girls, we thought..." "You set me up! You know that I'm not like that! Guys don't do a thing for me! I only did this so that..." "Calm down! This is simply a modeling show with a dinner, some music, and a dance afterwards! Nobody is saying that you have to find a boyfriend for goodness sake! All I ask is that you be polite and act like a girl for one night! Is that too much to ask? Besides; I hardly ever ask you to do anything for me, but if this is too much for you, well..." "Don't try and lay a guilt trip on me mom! I said that I'll do it, and I'll even admit that you were right about the way I'd look, but holding that part of it back was just plain sneaky and you know it! If there's anything else I should know, then tell me right now, or I'm out!" "Okay! I'll admit that I left that out, but I thought it would scare you out of doing this for me. It'll be fun I promise, and there's nothing else, no more surprises. Is that enough? I'm sorry, but..." "I said I'll do it mom, even if I think this isn't going to work, but if some guy hits on me...." "You worry to much...Susan! Nothing is going to happen that you don't allow to happen! It's not as if I'm trying to make you into a daughter, this is just a simple modeling show!" "Yeah, with a dance afterwards, and I'm supposed to be one of the girls!" "You'll look just lovely and you know it! And you know what else? I'm thinking that maybe you're protesting to much! Maybe you like the way you look and don't want to tell me?" "Yeah, right! As if!" Mom didn't say anything else because she knew I was angry, but after she and I left that ladies house, she took me downtown where we had lunch at a caf? she liked. As we walked in, in order to not stick out, I found myself holding my hands like mom did, walking at the same pace, and while I was a little scared and fully prepared for someone to recognize me and come over and ask why I was wearing a dress, nobody did, which sort of boosted my confidence, just a little. It was eerie sitting there like that, without anyone realizing that I wasn't a girl, and I sort of liked that. I mean, it's a fact that I looked like a girl from head to toe, and what's more, after a few minutes sitting there, I didn't feel at all that uncomfortable. Only a bit concerned, but I could never admit it to mom, not after what she had just pulled, because there was no telling what she might do! Looking around, I saw the way the waiter was staring at me, and I was beginning to feel slightly odd, maybe feminine? Mom must have figured out that I wasn't fighting it quite as much as I was before, and... "You know, I only bought you that one outfit, just to see how you would look, and now that you have agreed to do this for me, why don't we do a little shopping? You'll need more clothes anyway you know, since you'll have to spend most of your time dressed as a girl, especially if you want to be able to pull this off that is." "Mom! You didn't say anything about that!" "But if you don't spend some time learning to be a girl, as well as a model, then you'll be a very awkward model, and most everyone will know that you aren't a girl, and might even guess who you really are! I know you don't want that... do you?" "But you said that all but two or three of us will be guys anyway, so won't everyone expect us to be a bit awkward?" "Maybe for those of us setting it up, but what about all the others! The audience! They'll all know that at least some of the models will be boys, right from the start, but with the real girls involved, and well, if you are doing your best to be very good, who is going to know? Anyway, we weren't planning on letting anyone find out who the real girls are, and that way, if you're good at this, they'll still have their doubts, and we cannot be accused of fraudulently stating something that isn't true! We do not plan on making you boys unmask yourselves, so that means that you'll want to be as feminine as possible, right from the start, all the way to the finish! Don't you see it? If you're as good as can be, then everyone will be really confused and unable to guess correctly, which means, that if you spend the next month or so as a girl, then you'll be used the way girls act, walk, talk, dress and so on, plus you'll be used to the clothes!" "This is going to get weird mom! Really weird! And what about the guys?!" "Somehow I don't think that's going to be a problem Susan, do you? You know how you look, can you honestly tell me some guy is going to know that you aren't a girl?" "Maybe, I guess not, but..." So? What's it going to be? Will you do this for me or not, and if you will, can you promise me that you'll do this from now until the show?" I knew that dressing as a girl for almost a month, maybe a bit more, would be just about as crazy as anything I had ever done before, but it wasn't that bad, so..."As crazy as this is mom, if I do this for you, you are going to owe me big time!" "I'll risk it. Let me pay the bill, then we'll go get you a few more things!" I just could not bring myself to say that I was beginning to like the way those pantyhose felt on my legs, or even admit those few feminine feelings that where beginning to sneak up on me. But having mom owe me big made the risk worth it, so even with my doubts, I nodded my head yes, letting her know that I would go shopping with her. "Since you have," she said as we walked out, "agreed to do this, for over a month, there is one more thing I should probably mention. The shop I think we should stop at first is the place I borrowed the breast forms from. I was told they could make them look so realistic that you couldn't tell, even from up close! If that's true, you won't have any trouble posing as a girl or wearing anything any girl would, or could wear, especially a low cut gown, plus, the guy told me he could do more, but only if you agreed, so I'm thinking that we might want to stop in and see how they do it. Are you game?" I could guess what "more," meant, and while I still had my doubts, and given my serious concerns about being found out, anything that would reduce the chances that someone would figure out that I was a guy, I was definitely in favor of! "I guess I might as well go for it mom, especially after all that work you went to just to get me to do this! Besides, I'm not real anxious to have the guys find out about this, so anything that makes me look less like a guy, I guess I'm going to have to be all for it!" "Great! That's what I'll tell him, then we'll see what he can do for you!" Seeing the look on her face, I said..."That's what you planned on anyway mom, isn't it?" "Not really, I knew you would need the breast forms of course, but as for the rest, no. But if you're so concerned, why not go for it? He told me we would be very surprised at what he can do, and I'm thinking that it might help you get through this easier." I nodded my head yes and she gave me one of her enigmatic smiles just as she parked the car, which is when I knew that I had been right. Regardless of what she said, she had planned on my agreeing to this. She knew me well. Once we were inside the shop, the guy at the counter recognized mom, then looked at me with a wide smile. Mom told him that because of my concerns about being discovered, I had agreed to let him make me as realistic a girl as possible, which is when he took us to the back of the shop. He asked me to strip to my panties, which I reluctantly did, then he took my measurements, which were all male by the way since the breast forms lay on the chair. Leaving us a moment, he returned with two boxes. "This first one is not made by us, but they sell well, and are very reasonable in price. There are however some drawbacks. Let me show you." When he was done explaining the drawbacks, he opened the second box. "Now, this one we make right here, and as you can see, we have addressed all of the problems with the first one I showed you. The first one does not add anything to the hips or bottom, but ours does. That one you wear like a thong, ours you wear like a full cut panty. Like this one, we have them in every possible skin tone, and ours uses the newer breathable latex, which means that you could wear it almost indefinitely." Pausing, he looked at me. "You have the kind of build that makes it easy for me to help you. Most guys that buy these have tried lots of other ways to make themselves look like a woman, and so far, everyone that uses our panty has been very happy with the results. In your case, I'll bet that when we're done here, you'll also be very happy with the way you'll look. Statistically, you should have a 37 inch measurement around the hips, so I brought this one for you to try on." It looked a lot like the padded pantybrief I had worn into the shop, except that it was flesh colored, rounder and accurately portrayed what a naked female looked like in front! I nervously took it in my hand, shocked at how lifelike it not only looked, but felt! He pointed, and I went into the smallish booth to try it on, then the guy followed me inside! "Let me show you a few things before you try it on. Trust me, it'll save you some pain, and cut down on the learning curve! Go ahead. Take your panties off. Now let me explain a few of the features we have built into the panty." He slowly went over each one, and as my mouth hung open.. "Now then, rub this salve on your member, then slip it into..." Once I had it on I realized how tight it was, but it wasn't that bad, and after he used the glue on the thin tabs on the backside, I slipped the panties back on. There was no doubt that they fit decidedly better, and that panty of his certainly made me look just like a girl, right down to the narrow strip of hair! I stepped out of the booth, the panties hiding everything. The guy took the breast forms away, returning with some that looked even better, if that was possible, and proceeded to attach them to my chest with adhesive! As I stood there quietly watching as he worked, I said nothing, but knew full well that I had just jumped off the bridge of common sense. When he used that latex stick and the hair dryer to hide the seams of both the breast forms and the panty, I had to swallow hard, because there was absolutely no sign that what I saw wasn't all mine! "That should do it! Now we have a delightful young lady standing here!" "What are her measurements?" mom asked. "36-25-37, a full B cup, and by the way, if you like, you can wear both the panty and the breast forms for up to three months before they have to come off. The latex stick that I just used adheres to both the skin and the appliances, it's waterproof, quite durable, and it breathes with the skin." As I got dressed I couldn't help but notice that the clothes fit better, and without that padded pantybrief, I was a lot more comfortable. But getting used to having boobs that tugged at my chest was different, and when I put the bra back on and fastened the front hook, I could see for myself just how much cleavage I had! It sure looked very real to me! "Ah.. there is one more thing. You have to maintain the panty just like a normal female would...understand?" "I'll help her with that," mom said. Mom went out front and paid the bill, and I joined her shortly after that, a bag with everything I no longer needed in my hand. As we walked out to the car, I knew that I wasn't going to reveal any of the special options I had been told about, specifically one in particular! That's when mom said it was time to get me fitted with some lingerie and clothes, so she drove to town, parked the car, then we walked down the street and into a popular lingerie shop. I felt like a voyeur, what with all that silky stuff all over the place, but mom knew exactly what to get, and started handing me bras and panties, a slip or two, then a corsolet in beige and a waist nipper. I added a few things that I liked, figuring "what the hell?" Then it was on to another shop where she bought some skirts and blouses. When we got home, mom insisted that I try everything on, which I did, as well as the scanty, high cut red panties I had added. Because mom had not seen how I looked naked, having only a thin strip of hair in my groin made mom squint a little, then I took it off and went into the bath. I had to go, and it would be my first time doing it as a girl would. When I relaxed, the panty worked as advertised, and knew without any doubt that the rest of the options just had to be true. Unfamiliar with what to wear, I gave up, and simply put on the shorts and one of my tees. Some shoes, then went to the kitchen. "Is there something I should know?" mom asked. "About what?" "You do know that you look exactly like a normal girl would don't you?" "Sure, but you're the one that found that guy, not me, so I thought you knew what was happening. Heck! You even saw me in just panties, so..." "Well yes, but he did not go into a lot of detail about that item, only that you would look like a girl." "He was right mom!" "Yes, I saw that, but..." "But what?" "If you have to eliminate like a girl does, what else can you do? Just how realistic is that panty anyway?" "Don't you know? Didn't he tell you?" "He said it was a privacy thing, between "the client and himself!". "Then maybe I shouldn't tell you!" "Susan," mom said calmly, "can you have sex? With a boy? Is that the secret you won't tell me about?" I didn't say a word, but she had guessed it right. According to the guy that fitted me, I could have what he called "meaningful," intercourse with a guy, if I wanted to! I put that out of my mind of course, but it lingered there, biting me, nagging me like a sore that won't heal up. The thought that I would do that was so far out that... "Well, I hope," mom said quickly, "that I don't have to worry about that, do I?" "Mooooom!" "Nice girls do not do that sort of thing Susan, and I'll expect you to behave yourself! You are supposed to be a very nice, virginal I might add, 19 year old girl, so keep that in mind!" Then she changed course on me. "Those shorts fit you really well! I didn't realize it, but that panty has this small pouch we women have just below our belt built in, doesn't it?" "He said it added the right amount of realism He told me it would create the downward curve that girls have." Mom didn't say anything else, leaving me to get a soda and sit there wondering about what I had let be done to myself. I had agreed to help mom by dressing up as a girl and model some clothes, and I could even rationalize the breast forms being glued on given the style of the dresses she said I would be wearing. But I had agreed to that special panty because I was terrified that someone would think that I was a guy in a dress. In my mind it made perfect sense, and now it is impossible for me to think that I could be anything but a girl! I mean, I have all of the right equipment! That said, I tried to figure out a way to get out of my weekly workout at the gym with Bill, Stan and Robert. We usually spent half an hour on the weights, half an hour running on the treadmill, then half an hour in the pool. We had the same schedule since we were in high school together, and they would wonder why I wasn't there. Over dinner that night I casually mentioned it to mom. With a giggle she said... "That's easy! When they get here, I'll simply tell them you aren't available, but that Susan will be glad to fill in! We can go out and get you something to wear, like some sweats and a swimsuit tomorrow, which, given the way you look, should not present any problems for you at all! Besides, I'll bet they'll jump at the chance to have a girl around for a change!" I wasn't amused at the prospect of having three of my best friends see me this way, but when mom stood me in front of the mirror and made me take a good look, I knew that I had nothing to be afraid of...except myself. Looking at mom's reflection in the mirror... "Can I do it?" I asked her in a weak voice, "I mean, do you really think I can get away with fooling the guys? I'm not exactly what you might call graceful as a girl you know!" "Trust me Susan, with your figure they won't be looking at how graceful you are! They'll be concentrating on other things, especially with you wearing a pair of those exercise shorts and a sports bra!" "Great," I said sarcastically, "that's is just what I need! Bob is a babe magnet, Stan will hit on anything female, and then there's Bill! He acts shy, but he isn't! They see me in that kind of get up and there's no telling what they'll do!" "But you're forgetting one thing honey! We women dictate just how far we let the men go! Just make it plain that you're there to exercise and that's all. They'll get the message." "If you say so, but I'm still going to worry about it, if that's alright with you!" "Just remember to talk softly, in a slightly higher pitched voice, and they won't have a clue who you really are, trust me!" The next morning mom and I went to a sportswear shop, where I picked out a pair of pink, black, and lime green striped running shorts, the short ones that fit like paint, a pink and black top, light blue shorts with a matching cut off top, two sports bras and a pair of girls shoes plus a bag to put it all in. Then we went to a local mart where I bought a black and white one piece swimsuit that. To be honest, I didn't think it would work, until I got home and tried everything on. The shorts were like hot pants, tight, very short, and very revealing, including my brand new cameltoe, while the cutoff top did nothing but accent my breasts! The swimsuit also fit me well enough that I wouldn't have to worry about that, only the fact that my hair would be wet, and I didn't have a clue on how to fix it! Mom told me to just towel dry my hair, then use the blow dryer and put it in a ponytail until I got home. That sounded okay, so I made sure I had everything in the bag, then went to put on a skirt and blouse. That night I spent some time in front of the mirror, marveling at how a few appliances had turned me into a girl! Smooth hairless skin, boobs, and a wider bottom gave me the figure of a girl, which still shook me more than a little, but I had to admit that it was doubtful that anyone would ever guess I was a guy. I think that's when it hit me. I had become a girl! Knowing that I had about five more days before our next scheduled workout, and knowing the guys as well as I did, I didn't want to be stuck standing there, having them watch me enroll, so the very next morning, after telling mom what I was going to do, I didn't hesitate as I left the house alone, wearing a skirt and blouse, carrying my gym bag. I went to the gym and enrolled as Susan, and was promptly shown into the ladies locker room! Now, every guy I knew wanted to peek inside a ladies locker room, but there I was, standing in front of a locker. The room seemed empty, so I slipped off the blouse and skirt, ready to change into my shorts when another girl came in. "Hi! You're new here? Jill told me there was a new girl here, I'm Megan!" "Susan," I said softly, watching as Megan slipped her pants and panties to the floor in one move. I was expecting to feel some response from below, but zip! "I'm in the morning aerobics class. Why not join me? It's a small class, and we could use another girl!" "Yeah, okay I guess, let me dig out my stuff." I paused, nervously hoping she would leave, but she didn't, so dug it out of the gym bag. Glancing up, I saw Megan finishing getting her leotard on, and quickly slipped off my panties and bra before I pulled on the skin tight shorts, top, socks and gym shoes. Then I joined Megan as she led me through the gym to another room. There were about ten women there, three of them I knew from school, which made my heart flutter in nervous anticipation, two older women, and an assortment of housewives. But, nobody thought that I was anything but a girl, including the girls I knew, which relieved some of my growing inner tension. I always thought I was in good shape, but when the instructor started the music and began with us having our arms spread wide, doing bends and touching our toes, it didn't take me long to realize just how out of shape I really was! After a minuscule break, she started us on those dance steps which were easier, but by the time we were done with the class, I was soaking wet. As I stood there panting I realized that my chest hurt a bit! It was from having my boobs bouncing so much! "Bring a suit?" "Huh?" "Did you bring a swimsuit? We usually hit the pool after class. It helps with the sore muscles." "Sure, I brought one, but..." "Come on then! Lets grab a quick shower and hit the pool!" Megan and I went back in the locker room, only that time there were eight other sweaty women in there with us. I stripped off the shorts and top just as Megan tapped me on the shoulder. "This way," she said, walking away as naked as the day she was born! Megan had a great figure, and my mind was admiring her backside, then I caught my reflection in the mirror. I was just as naked as she was, and luckily, I looked just the same! Grabbing a towel I went to the showers and was treated to the sight of seven naked women, including those girls I knew. All through high school I had wondered what they looked like naked, but now that I did, I knew that I couldn't stare. It was supposed to be normal for a girl my age to be in a shower full of other girls! Drowning my vision in a warm spray of water, I rinsed off, then went back and put my suit on. The pool was warm, but barely, and I did relax a little as the water eased some of the pain. "You seem a bit nervous Susan; is anything bothering you?" "I'm just not used to this. It's all new to me, and well, I'm not used to..." "Being in a locker room? It showed, but listen, we're all here to stay in shape, so don't worry about it! Nobody looks good naked!" Megan moved a bit closer and..."See those girls there? They come here, but they're always together, and almost never talk to anyone else! I'm beginning to wonder if they're...closer than girls should be?" "Maybe they just want to work out together?" "Maybe. Listen, a few of us always go to that fruit bar on fifth; why don't you come with us?" Megan seemed to have accepted me as a girl, and I needed to have a friend, so I said I would go. After another quick shower, I changed into my clothes, put my hair in a ponytail, and joined Megan and four other ladies at the fruit bar. Three of the women were young mothers hoping to maintain their figures, One was actually a grandmother, and although she said that she was 53, she looked not more than 40, leaving Megan and I the only single people at the table. Talk of babies and men, fashions, and soap opera's, left me stranded with almost nothing to add, except for fashion. I had seen a few magazines, and knew the basic terms, which kept me from just holding the chair down. "I can't understand why you girls are still single," the grandmother, who's name was Janet, said. "I mean, you're both cute, you both have great figures, and I'll bet that you're both smart!" "I haven't found the right guy," Megan said, "maybe, some day...." "I'm not even looking," I said softly." "Well, there are the two boys that rent from me, and I just know they would be overjoyed to meet some eligible girls, especially girls like you two!" Megan and I glanced at each other, said "no thanks", and she dropped it. After an hour or so, I said bye, and went home. By the time I got home, I was shaking. I had just spent almost six hours in a room full of women, twice in the shower, and yet they all thought I was a female! Worse in my opinion, was the fact that I had no response except in my mind at the sight of all those naked women! It made me wonder if there was something wrong with me! I went straight to my room, dug out the brochure on the panty I was wearing, and read it very carefully. There on page three, it plainly said that "occurrences of erections are eliminated due to the design". I sat on the bed for a moment before I called mom at work. Of course, she wanted to know how it went, and when I told her, she laughed! "What did you expect?! You know that you look like a girl all over now, so why shouldn't they accept you?" "It's not that," I said sullenly, "It's just that...do you know how many guys want to take a peek inside a girls locker room?! I was there! And it didn't matter!" "Don't you realize that's a good thing honey? You belong there now, at least for a while anyway! Now, why don't you start dinner? I'll be home at the usual time." By the time mom got home I had plenty of time to think about my situation. I had agreed to do this for mom, then let those devices be attached, all without a lot of struggle because I was afraid. Then I also thought about the other girls in that class and how they looked naked, and began to compare myself to them! That wasn't a normal response for a guy, and I wondered why I even thought of it! I touched, then held a breast in each hand, surprised when I realized that I could sense the touch! Lifting my skirt, I also touched under my panties, and could also sense touch there too! If I could sense my own touch, what about someone else's? By the time mom got home I had worked myself into a frenzy, confused at what I was feeling. The next few days went by quickly as I spent a lot of time practicing doing my own makeup and hair, becoming almost good at it. I also got used to seeing myself naked and doing my best to act like a girl, but I knew in my heart that with each passing day I was beginning to accept being a girl more and more! In just a few days I had come to maybe like being a girl more than I wanted to admit, especially after it was possible for me to look like one, all over! But if I was beginning to like it, how could I ever tell mom? After mom came home and took one look at me, she must have seen something on my face, because after taking my hand, we sat together on the couch. She didn't say a word, then unable to stop it, I burst into tears and fell against her. Under her gentle prodding, I admitted that while being a girl was different, I really didn't mind at all! If anything, I was starting to like it! Not because I could see naked women, it was more than that, only I wasn't sure why! "There is nothing wrong in liking softer things Susan, and the fact that you have the ability to experience things that only girls experience isn't wrong! The fact that everyone we've met so far has accepted you as a girl only means that we got what we paid for! Now there can't be any doubt in your mind that you can do the modeling, is there?" I shook my head no. "And you have met another girl your age that is just like you, single, and the same age! By the sounds of things, you two got along just fine, and that's good. Every girl should have at least one close girl friend to do things with, and Megan sounds like a delightful girl!" "She is mom, but she thinks that I'm..." "A girl, just like her!" I nodded my head yes. "And if, like you tell me, you're beginning to like being a girl, then what's the problem?" "You're not mad?" "No dear, I'm not mad. If anything, I guess I sort of expected it." "What!" "Well you always were a delicate little boy, and because you never quite filled out like the other boys did, you never were able to compete with them! That's why you excelled at your scholastic work! And going to the gym all this time hasn't made the smallest dent in your physique, has it?" I slumped down as she went on. "Stanley, Bill, and Robert have all filled out, while you have remained almost the same size, haven't you? Tell me this, could any of them do what you're doing?" That made me laugh, because all of them were a lot bigger than I was. "You wear a size 10 honey! That's a better size than a lot of girls your age wear, and believe me, there's a bunch of girls out there that would kill to be a size 8!" Holding me..."Susan, if you like being a girl so much, then don't fight it so much! Just accept it, then do your very best to be the girl you look like!" "Didn't you...don't you want me to be...I thought I was a good..." "Son? Yes. You are a wonderful son and more, and if you want to be my son again you can do just that! I'll not stop you, because this is a decision only you can make, and I'll accept whatever you decide! Don't you see? My only concern is that you're happy, and if, after all this, becoming a girl is what you want, then who am I to say otherwise?! Honey, I only wanted you to be a model; I never planned on you feeling this way, but now that it seems to have happened, why not give it a fair chance? Why not remain a girl until well after the show, then, if you want to change back you can. If not, then that will be your choice, and I'll accept whatever you decide." "You won't mind if I give it up?" "Of course not!" "But what if I can't!" "Then I'll have a wonderful daughter, won't I? Now lets eat dinner before it gets cold." Mom sounded as if she almost expected me to like it! I knew that wasn't true, but the way she accepted what I told her made me feel a lot better. We ate dinner, and that night when I went to bed, I lay there wondering if I should explore my new parts. While I had always known, I had yet to explore the panty, and my curiosity finally got the better of me. That's when I found out the guy had been right. With my finger fully engulfed by my new parts, I realized that I could do it with a guy if I wanted to! It wasn't exactly a revelation, only confirmation, but laying there with my finger buried in the panty, I tried to imagine what it would be like to have a guy inside of me. I shook that thought aside and fell asleep, but strangely, not before Bill's face came into view! In the morning at breakfast, mom asked me what I planned that day, and when I said I didn't know, she suggested that I visit her salon and let them style my hair and do my nails. "If you plan on remaining a girl, then you might as well get a good cut, and having your nails done will add a little more realism to the way you look." After she left for work I took a shower, put my hair in a ponytail again, and did my best at makeup before I put on clean panties, pantyhose, a skirt and blouse plus my flats. Then I drove to her salon. I saw mom, but she was busy, so I simply told the lady that I was the daughter of my mother, pointing her out, and she made room for me in her schedule. As I sat there waiting, I knew what I was going to do, and when I told her, she only nodded in agreement. Without asking, or saying a word to mom, I got the works. Waxing of my arms and legs, a dye job to make me a blond, a new cut, nails, and had my makeup done. I went over to mom, kissed her on the cheek, then left, but as I walked out of the salon, I was feeling more feminine, more normal I guess, than ever before, and I was confident that I had done the right thing. With the full knowledge that I could wear anything a girl could, and given the way I was feeling, I strolled to my car, then drove to the mall. There were a few things that I wanted to get. In a department store I picked up another skirt, a short one, a pair of shorts that fit a bit better, well, like I wanted them to fit anyway, and a pair of skinny jeans. Then I bought a blow dryer, curling iron and a new brush. If I was going to do my own hair I had to have the stuff, right? Then I had my ears pierced, buying about a dozen pairs of earrings before I left the store. That was all I was planning to do, until I heard my name being called! Turning, I saw one of the three girls that hung together at the gym waving at me! "Hi! I thought that was you!" "Hi Kelly!" "The other day? When I saw you at the gym? I thought that you looked awfully familiar; have we met before?" "Ummm no...I'm new around here, so I wouldn't think so." "You dyed your hair! Want to get a soda? We can talk!" As soon as I said yes, she and I walked to the rest area, grabbed a couple of soft drinks, and sat at a table. Kelly was very animated, using her hands when she talked. I was fine until... "Have you heard about that show? They call it the "turnabout," show or something. It's supposed to be all boys, but they'll be dressed as girls! Yuck! "I'll bet they all look like truck drivers in dresses!" "Maybe not Kelly. I saw on the Internet where they have sites for boys that like to do that, and some of them are really gorgeous!" "My brother did that once, and he didn't look to bad, so maybe, I guess, but what kind of guy would want to dress like a girl? He'd have to be really weird!" "Ummm" "Are you going to be at the gym tomorrow?" "Sure, why?" "I was wondering if you have met those two guys Janet keeps talking about, those renters of hers." "No, and I wasn't planning on it, why?" "Just wondering; she always makes a big deal out of them that's all." "I have to go Kelly, see you tomorrow?" "Sure! Bye!" Just talking to her was giving me a headache! She still looked and sounded as if we were still in high school, and was just as nosy as I remembered, but I did pick up on the fact that like most girls, she talked in questions. I made a note to try that and see what happened. The next morning I was able to do my own hair easily, put on my makeup, then my panties and shorts with a top before I grabbed my bag and headed for the front door and then the gym, but when I opened the door, there stood Stan! It was our day! I had completely forgotten! "Hi there! I'm Stan! Is Jeremy here?" "I'm sorry I said, he's going to be gone for quite a while. I'm Susan by the way." "Nice to meet you Susan. We usually hit the gym, but..." "That's where I'm headed!" I made it sound like a surprise. "What gym?" "The one on fifth, why?" "That's where I'm going! Maybe I'll see you there?" "Sure! I'll look forward to it!" I shut the door, and as I got in my car, I let out a sigh of relief. He had not recognized me! As I drove out, I saw him telling Robert and Bill what I had told him, plus my name and so on. I got there first, but they were right behind me when I walked in. After I checked in, I headed straight for the ladies locker room to change. I quickly changed into a sports bra, my tight shorts and cut off top, put my shoes on, then headed for the aerobics area. On the way I "accidentally," bumped into Bill. Smiling, I apologized, then went in the room, leaving him to watch my backside as I jogged away. Smiling to myself, I warmed up while waiting for the others to arrive. Janet came in with Megan, then the others showed up quickly after that. The instructor once again put us through our paces, leaving me gasping once again. But rather than hit the pool right away, I told Megan that we might want to use the treadmill because I saw three cute guys out front. Drawing a smile, she and I walked out, then found two treadmills close to where Stan, Robert and Bill were working out. "That one over there is kind of cute Susan! Know him?" Since I couldn't say I knew Robert, I shook my head no. "But I met him, pointing at Bill, and him. His name is Stan." "Which one?" "What?" "Do you like silly!" I truly had not thought of it, then I remembered when Bill's face popped into one of my dreams. "That one, if I had to choose that is, but I'm really not interested." The guys started to move around until they were beside us, watching us in profile. I knew what they were doing since I had done the very same thing not that long before. Megan and I kept at it for another twenty minutes, then... "Hi again. The guys and I were headed for the pool, would you two like to join us?" "But can we trust you? Megan asked Stan. "I mean, there's three of you, and only the two of us, so... "The better to make sure you don't drown!" Megan looked at me with a grin. "Well okay I guess. We'll see you in the pool then?" "Count on it!" We went to change, Megan laughing the whole way into the locker room. "That guy is as transparent as glass! Cute, but we'll have to watch him Susan!" "Don't worry, I will," I told her. We changed into our suits, then walked to the pool. Janet and several others from the aerobics class were still there, and they waved as Megan and I walked in and put our towels on a chair before we slipped into the water. Then the guys showed up. As I watched them strut in I knew why I never had a chance when they were around. I was able to become a girl with only a little help while they were all perfect specimens of the male form. Bill was the shortest at six foot, while all of them were in great shape. Every female in there, including me, watched them as they made their way to chairs, but all three of them were in the pool almost at once. Julia, another friend from school swam over. "What a bunch of hunks! I always liked Bill, and he's really toned up!" I was instantly alert, but I wasn't sure why! Mentally I had sort of chosen Bill, and now Julia said she thought he was a hunk! I tried to put that comment out of my mind, and while the three of them strutted around like kings, Megan was busy telling me that she wouldn't mind a bit if Stan took an interest in her! I really wanted to tell her that he had always used girls in the past, but I wasn't supposed to know him that well, so I kept my mouth shut and let her rave. I got out of the pool, telling Megan I had to change, and she decided to join me. After a quick shower and we were dressed, we walked out together. Stan and Bill were waiting for us! "Hi! We were sort of wondering if you girls would like to join us for a coffee?" Bill was talking to both of us, but his eyes were doing something I had never seen before. They were twinkling! At me! Megan looked at me with that "please," look in her eye, and contrary to my better senses, I said "okay". They were both very polite of course, and as we traded conversation... "You're staying at Jeremy's." Bill said, "Are you related? You look a lot like him." "He's my cousin, but his mom and I have always been close, so when I had the chance, I moved in." "Where did Jeremy go? He never misses the gym." "He decided to travel I guess. He said he wanted to see what was out there." "Sounds just like him!" Stan said, "he always did have the idea that he wanted to be a writer, and never stopped telling us that the stories were out there, all he had to do was find them." "He didn't say much about you, have you known him long?" I was really pushing it, and I knew it. "Since grade school. Bob, Stan, me and Jeremy have always known each other." "We better," Megan interrupted, "get going Susan, especially if we're going to make that sale at Dobb's." Megan and I left them sitting there, and just after we got outside, Megan told me that Stan had his hand on her leg the whole time! She was smiling as she suggested that we get together and go out that night, I agreed, then asked her to pick me up. That's when I called mom. I didn't have a clue what to wear, so she gave me some tips, and I stopped at a shop and bought a dress on the way home. I picked out a sundress with a flower print on it, then went home. That night we went to the Hawaiian club. It was my first time out on the town as a girl, and the revelations about girls just kept rolling over me. The way they talked about guys, how they reacted around them, and then used them! Megan and I watched and talked even though we were both asked to dance and turned the guys down. It was an eye opener for sure, but the next day really shook me. It was the day I was to be fitted for the gowns I would model, so mom came with me, then about ten, she and I drove to the convention center. I don't know what I expected, but when we arrived, there were seven girls already there, and not one of them looked like a guy! In fact, there was only one that I had an inkling of who it really was, then I realized that they didn't know if I was a girl or not, and with my hair dyed blond, nobody gave me one of those "I know you," looks. I was fitted with a one piece swimsuit, then a bridal gown, an evening gown, followed by a classically tailored suit, shorts and a top, then a bikini! Since I was alone, I had no idea who was who, only that the fitter didn't even blink when I changed clothes. I was shocked at the way I looked in that bikini, even more shocked to discover that the first thought in my mind was "wait until Bill sees this!" I changed clothes, joined mom, and we left. The gowns and so on would be altered to fit me perfectly, with another try on a week away. "Can we stop at the mall mom? I want to pick up a few things." "Like a bikini?" "Yeah. Am I that transparent?" "No, but you've taken to being a girl so well, and you've been talking about Bill a lot lately, so...." "I also need to buy another bra mother! And panties!" "High cut I suppose." "They're in style now, so...yeah." That's what we did. I bought a sexy bikini, half a dozen new panties and a bra, plus a little black dress. I was short with a sweetheart neckline, sleeveless, and fit me like a coat of paint. Mom only sighed as I gleefully added it to my pile. I had come to a momentous decision. I was going to remain as a girl even after the party, and explore all of the new feelings I was having. I never expected to like being a girl! All the clothes, styles, makeup, hair and so on were all new to me, but I did have the body for it, and I liked being treated like a desirable woman! As a guy I was, to be truthful, a bit nerdy; as a girl, I was sort of pretty. Not beautiful to be sure, but certainly pleasant to look at, and I could not deny that I liked the way I looked. Even though I did not have the experiences of natural born girls, I could see how guys looked at me. Especially Bill. I could almost always tell when he was watching me, his eyes roaming over my body, and I was beginning to like that a lot. My mother never said it outright, but I think she understood what I was feeling. Everyone likes to have someone think about them in a way that was more than friendly, and for the first time in my life I was experiencing that. In the back of my mind a thought began to take shape, a thought that at first scared me, then did not. It began to make complete sense to me. The more I thought about it, the more I knew that I had to at least try it, regardless of the outcome; that's why I bought that dress and the fancy lingerie. That's how I was going to make it happen. If I were a girl, and I could have sex with a guy, then what better way to find out if I really wanted to be a girl than to have sex with Bill? Mom did not want me to be to be a slut and neither did I, but on the other hand, what if being a female was the right thing for me? What if I liked it? I had to know, and Bill was going to be the guy that led me to the right decision. At our next session at the gym I put the moves on Bill, and he responded like I knew he would. He asked me out, and I said yes. He was taking me to dinner, at a nice place, so when I got home I began my preparations. A long hot soak in the tub with scented oils, then careful use of the razor. I set my hair, then sat at my new vanity and began my makeup. "Less is more," mom had always told me, so I was very careful, using light foundation, blusher, eyeliner and mascara, shadow and lip liner. I wore a light green sheath dress that accented my curves and let a bit of cleavage show. I fixed my nails, added the lipstick and perfume, than waited for Bill to arrive. He arrived, talked briefly to mom, then we left. Dinner was wonderful. He was a perfect gentleman, until we left the restaurant. He drove to the park and stopped, put his arm around me, pulled me close, then he kissed me. Unless I lost my nerve, I was going to let Bill use me like a woman, in any way he wanted. Since I could not get pregnant I did not have to worry about that, but in order to convince him even more that I was a real girl, I had put some condoms in my purse. When mom saw me in that "FM," outfit, her eyes went wide at first, then she wagged her finger at me. "You're planning on seducing that poor boy!" I said nothing of course. "He won't have a chance after he sees you in that outfit! Are you even wearing underwear?" "Mother!" "I told you that I didn't want..." I held up my hand to stop her. "I have to know mother! If I'm really a girl, then this will tell me, and if I'm not, well, I'll be revolted by it...won't I? I have to know, and what better way than to have Bill make love to me? Besides, I have some condoms!" She shook her head and giggled at that remark, and didn't stop me from leaving with Bill. After dinner I made sure that he got all the right signals, and sure enough, we ended up in his apartment. As he drew me into his arms and kissed me, I daringly reached down and touched him, which made him pant a little. I pushed him back, letting him fall into a chair, following him, and sitting on his lap. With my dress hiked up so I could straddle him, I began to rhythmically moved back and forth as I kissed him all over his face. When it was obvious that he could not stand it any more he shoved me from his lap, and I ended up between his legs. I watched as he unzipped, shinnied out of his pants, and let his monster loose. "Right here?" I asked coyly.... "You do have a bedroom don't you?" With that he scooped me into his arms and carried me to his bedroom and lay me on the bed. I watched him as he unbuttoned his shirt, then I got up to help him take his pants off. My mind was in a frenzy of lust; it was sort of an out of body experience that was making me do these things. He was down to his boxers when he reached around me and unzipped my dress. I let it fall to the floor in a heap even as I reached out to touch him. Hard yet velvety in my hand, I stroked him for a moment, then slipped off my bra and panties before laying on the bed, my arms wide to accept him. Kissing, touching, and caressing him, I finally pushed him on his back and after swallowing hard, took him in my mouth, one hand wrapped around it. He moaned and groaned, but I gave him no relief. Instead, I rolled a condom over his member and straddling him, let it slip inside of my panty. As I worked back and forth I could feel every movement, every pulse as he quickly rose to release, then he grabbed my bottom and held me tight as he exploded. I did not slide off of him right away, choosing to watch him, basking in the glow on his face. After a short rest he went to the bath and cleaned up, returning to the bed to find me once again willing to help him relieve his tensions. Limp, I had him get on his knees so that I could take him in my mouth once again. As I worked on him he came to life, and was rewarded with another explosion. I lay back and let his stuff trickle down my throat, a smile etched on my face. I knew for certain that my days as a boy were over. I was a woman, and now had a very happy man laying next to me to prove it. The next morning as I left his apartment, I can honestly say that having sex with Bill was not in any way a Gay thing. I was a woman, he was a man. I felt no regret, and even looked forward to the time when it might happen again! I showered and used the vaginal douche to clean up, then changed into a pair of very short shorts and a tee. I was elated that what I had felt was true. Mom saw me walk in the kitchen. "By the look on your face you became a woman last night...right?" "I was wonderful mother! He was just so....manly...and handsome!" "Men do that to us honey." Well, I was in her fashion show, and I loved it. My days as her son were over, and I began taking the shots to become a real woman. Bill? Well, he went in the service and we drifted apart. Now I work in an office, my surgery is just a few months away, and ready to become the real woman that I am.