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Janet L. Stickney
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I had no choice in the matter, no say, and despite my pleadings, I found
myself in a dress. It was pretty enough I guess, for a girl I mean, but I
was a boy! Between my parents, they had conspired to put me in this
position, all because I made a scene at one of their parties! As a 13 year
old boy, parties filled with adults leave nothing for me, and I got a little
cranky about that. My mother was as angry as I had ever seen her, while my
father was turning red in embarrassment over my antics. All I did was put a
live frog in the punch bowl; I thought it was funny as hell; apparently,
they did not.
It took them three days to discover a punishment they thought was perfect.
"You have," my dad said, "become incorrigible lately, and we cannot abide
your antics any longer! So, we have decided that what you need is a totally
new direction in life, one that will refine your social skills and improve
your reckless behavior!"
"And we have," mom added, "found what we feel is the ideal way to teach you
a lesson you won't forget!"
"We have decided," dad said in a very stern tone, "that since girls do not
seem to get into the kind of trouble you have consistently been in, that
some time, some very substantial time I might add, as a girl, will tone down
that streak of devilishness you have!"
I knew better than to say anything, but a girl!? Me?
"I have already bought you a few things, and tomorrow morning I'll help you
get ready, then you are going to my salon for a complete make over, and I
mean from your hair to your toes, and I promise you that any backtalk, and
you'll find yourself in dresses for a lot longer than our original plan!
Understand?"
"Yeah."
"What?" they both said at once.
"Yes Ma'am."
Thus began the tragedy that became my life. The very next morning I was
introduced to panties and bras, pantyhose and skirts. My mother was
relentless, but I had to admit that when she was done, I did not look like a
boy in a skirt. I wore my tennies, as she led me out of the house and into
the car.
"You brought this all on yourself honey; all you had to do was stay in your
room if you didn't like the party, but you couldn't do that, could you?" I
said nothing. "When your father told that you would be doing this for a
substantial amount of time he did not say how long, but I will tell you that
even though I managed to get him to cut the time, it will be long enough for
a permanent to grow out, so you might as well get used to being a girl for a
long while!"
"But... I don't wan... I don't know anything about being a girl! And the
guys! They'll kill me!"
"Oh, I doubt that, not after we're done at the salon today, and you'll learn
how to be a well mannered young lady or it will get worse for you, that much
I can promise!"
"But it was only a frog!"
"This time. What about the time you glued the kitchen cabinets shut? That
cost us a fortune to fix! Or the time you filled Janet's shoes with paint?
That frog was the very last straw, and now you're going to pay the price for
your antics!" I slumped back in the seat, unable to say a word. "After we
are done here we'll stop and see the doctor so he can make a few...
adjustments. It'll help you fit in better with the other girls, and also
reinforce our determination to make you understand just how serious we are
taking this!"
At the salon I was seated in a chair, and the lady started by washing my
hair. Since it wasn't that long, she and mom selected the color they wanted,
and she started weaving extensions into my hair! That took a long time,
almost three hours, then she put some rollers in and wound them up tight,
and set in the solution. After I was back from the dryer, she cut and
trimmed my hair before she dyed it a strawberry auburn. After brushing it
out, I was finally allowed to see myself. I almost cried. I looked like all
of the other girls in my class! I had long, shoulder length auburn hair that
was just a bit wavy, with bangs that fell over my forehead. After that,
another lady fixed up my nails with what she called acrylic extensions,
painting them a nice pale red color. She also did my toes while someone else
pierced my ears. Mom was not smiling, but she wasn't frowning either as she
and I drove to see our doctor.
On the way.... "In order for you to enjoy the complete girl experience, and
your own safety, he is going to make it so that you'll have to sit down to
use the bath, just like every other girl does, and he is going to attach
some breast forms and some hips pads so that you'll have a shape that is
similar to the other girls your age. In effect, you will become a girl!"
I was done for. The doctor was very efficient as he worked. I was in a chair
with my legs in what he called stirrups, my legs spread wide. I could feel
him working and moaned once, so he gave me a shot. After that, nada; no
feeling. It took him about and hour and a half to manage his work before I
was allowed to stand up. Then he attached a pair of breast forms to my chest
using some kind of special glue. From what I could see, they looked real to
me! Then came the hip pads. They were rounded and seemed thin, yet filled
out the cheeks of my butt and like the breast forms, felt very real. When he
was done he and mom left me alone to get dressed. After 13 years of learning
my body, when I ran my hand between my legs and found nothing but a small
crease, I knew that mom had done it. She had turned me into a girl. Up to
that point I could have gone back, but without my... manhood, I was, in
fact, a girl! I cried a little, then pulled myself together and got dressed.
On the way home mom stopped at the mall, and we went inside. I no longer
knew who I was. From the long auburn hair to the boobs bouncing on my chest
to the nails and my new... parts, I was a totally new person. Mom said that
I needed a few things, and headed straight for the lingerie department,
stocking up on panties and bras, pantybriefs, slips, nightgowns, and
pantyhose. Then it was off to dresses, where she bought me three, as well as
four skirts and tops, some shorts, two swimsuits and shoes, which I had to
try on. By the time we got home I was so distraught that I could hardly
talk. Everything I had been, was gone, all in one day!
"Go put your things away honey, then come join me in the kitchen." When I
was done, I went in the kitchen. "I know that you think we're being cruel,
but we aren't; if we were to let you continue going down the path you were
on, you might end up in jail, or maybe worse, and cannot let that happen.
Now, we need to find a name that fits you better, a girls name. Do you have
one that you like?"
"Uh... I haven't thought about that, I don't know!"
"If you had been born a girl, we would have named you Christine, but that is
so close to your own name that I was thinking that you might like the name
Jill? Jill Elizabeth? Unless you like something else? Priscilla perhaps?"
"Can...can I um, think about it?"
"You have until dinner time to decide on a name, or you'll be stuck with the
one we pick, okay?"
I had no place to go, no friends I could see, nothing. I went back to my
room, and pulled up the skirt and yanked down the panties so I could see for
myself what I looked like. There it was. A narrow crease without hair. I
touched it, ran my finger down the length, and moaned in anger and
frustration. I t what to wear was going to be a problem, yet my parents had
turned me into the freak I saw in the mirror. I did figure out that because
I looked like a girl all over, nobody would be able to say otherwise, which
was the only thing about the whole deal that I actually appreciated! I did
not know because they did not tell me, how long this was going to last,
saying only that a "perm could grow out," by the time I was out of skirts. I
went online to find out how long that was.
To my shock and dismay, I learned that depending on the method used, it
could be up to a year! A year! As a girl! I slumped in the chair and started
to cry again when my mother came in.
"Don't cry honey, it'll be over soon enough."
"A year! That's what I found out on the internet," I wailed.
"That's true, up to a year, but that's only if you behave yourself! And no
matter what you think of this... punishment, believe me, it'll be easier
than what your father wanted to do! He wanted to send you to a military
school, one of the strictest and most rigid in the country! I talked him out
of that because I felt that you needed to be close to us so we could monitor
your behavior. Now then, lets talk about being a girl."
Mom told me that they were not insensitive to the fact that I knew nothing
about being a girl, which is why they had enrolled me in a sort of beauty
slash charm school!
"They'll teach you how to dress, what to wear, how to do makeup and hair,
how to walk and so on. It's a two month course, so you'll have plenty of
time learn how to be a girl, and I sincerely hope that you work hard at it
because failure will add more time that you'll be wearing skirts. Now then,
have you picked a name yet?"
"I guess, Susan?"
"That's nice dear. Susan it shall be. I know that you must be all sweaty
from what happened today, so why don't you take a shower? I'll get you a cap
to cover your hair, and when you're done, wear that cute blue and white
dress, with the white shoes? Call me if you need any help."
As I undressed I became familiar with the strange fasteners that girls had
on their clothes, as well as the contortions it took to get them on, like
the bra! Once I had the cap over my hair I went in the shower and let the
water beat on me as I tried to wash away the nightmare; yet the minute I
started to soap up my hand found my breasts and it all came back. I stayed
in the shower until the water began to get cold, then stepped out to get
dressed. The only thing remotely good about it was that I did in fact look
like a girl! I stepped into clean panties, then sat on the bed to pull on
the pantyhose before I struggled once again with the bra. Snug but not
tight, the soft cups did nothing to hide them, but pushed them up and out a
bit instead. The slip went over my head, as did the dress, and as I zipped
it up and it became tight around my waist, I sighed.
The white shoes were actually low heels, and made my legs look more
feminine, especially with pantyhose. I knew nothing about makeup, but
knowing my parents, I had to at least try, so I used some blusher and
lipstick, which was about all I could manage. Removing the cap let my hair
fall free, and surprisingly, it went right back to its original shape! I
sincerely wanted to hide in there, but couldn't, so I did my best, took one
last look in the mirror, and walked out of my room. My heels made the
familiar click of heel on hardwood as I walked through the house, finding
mom, and my father, on the patio. Swallowing hard at the thought that I
would have to face my father dressed that way, my nerves almost got the
better of me before I took the step, and walked outside.
"There you are! And so pretty too! Come over here so your father can get a
good look at you!"
As I stood there my father looked me over from head to toe before he said a
word.
"I never expected to see my son dressed like this, however, you brought this
on yourself, so we'll all have to learn to get used to it. I know this is
your first day like this, and you look very nice, but I'm willing to bet
that you'll get used to it and things will get easier for you as time goes
on."
"Her name is Susan, Susan Elizabeth."
"Well... Susan, I think it's time we talked about your.... dilemma. Please,
sit down." When I did, "We think that looking the way you do will be
inducement enough to keep you out of trouble, which is why we chose it. It
is also the reason we have enrolled you in that school. We are positive that
you are not going to broadcast your new status to anyone, nor do we believe
that you want any of your friends to find out. Putting you in that school
can only help you achieve some semblance of a normal girl who is your age,
which will also make it very hard if not impossible for anyone to find out,
right?" His logic was impeccable, and all I could do was shrug. "So, it's in
your best interest to do your best at that school. We won't force the issue,
but we expect that you will make new friends at the school, and we want you
to know that they are welcome here at any time."
My parents had very neatly trapped me into a situation where I alone was
responsible for being as feminine as I could be, or suffer the consequences,
and risk my own safety. My dad was clever; he knew that what I feared most
was exposure of my situation to my friends, which is why he put me in this
predicament!
"I'll take you to the school in the morning Susan, so be ready to go by
eight."
And that was the end of the discussion of my fate; it was now up to me. That
night, I slept in a nightgown for the first time. It wasn't as bad I
thought, but pink? Whew! The next morning mom told me to wear a skirt and
blouse, so I dressed in what she told me, and right after breakfast, we left
for the school. I had no idea what it would be like, other than mom's
description of it as a beauty slash charm school. I could only guess what
that meant! Snobbish girls that were way too pretty and so arrogantly
spoiled that nobody could tolerate them. What I got was something entirely
different.
As we walked into the building we were met by a very obvious, and very
flamboyant guy, who was wearing a long satin dress! No wig, no makeup, just
the dress.
"Good morning! I'm Stanley. I, and others, will turn Susan here into a
wonderfully feminine young lady, one who would be presentable to the Queen
herself!"
"Which one?" I asked under my breath.
Mom poked me in the ribs as we followed Stanley into a small room populated
with chairs. The room had eight other girls already seated.
A woman walked in, tall and regal looking, dressed in a yellow pantsuit.
Every hair was in place, her makeup perfect, and her nails manicured.
"Good morning ladies, my name is Cheryl, and I run this school. Some of you
are here under duress, some are here by choice. In either case, all of you
will learn how to be young ladies capable of being presented to society at
every level and function perfectly. Being a lady is more than how you look;
it's how you feel about yourself and how you carry yourself. In other words,
poise. You will follow every direction you get to your best ability, or you
will find out that there are much worse ways to spend your summer. Now, I
want all of you to sign that document in front of you, and put your age on
it as well." We all signed the paper, then... "Okay! You range in age from
13 to 20, so we'll split into three groups. Those that are 13 to 15, please
stand over there. Those that are 16 to 18 stand up here, and the rest over
there."
After we were separated, I, and those in my group were ushered into another
room. There were four of us, two my age. We were given leotards to change
into and told to get ready and meet in the gym. Once we were in the gym, we
had to walk the perimeter so we could be evaluated. All four of us failed
miserably, which, in a way, was good for me. Our instructor, a girl named
Anne, showed us how to do it, and once again we walked the floor. Time after
time we walked until, one by one, we were told we did "okay". I was beat,
but Anne, after a short break, started in on the walking once again.
Day after day we did that walk until we had it down to perfection. Along
with the walk, we also had to move our arms correctly as well, which felt
really awkward at first, but soon became normal. Then it was almost four
days just learning how to sit down in various outfits, from jeans to gowns.
How to get in and out of a car, how to sit on the edge of a chair rather
than just lounge in one. Tedious is what it was, but until we had it down
pat, we kept on doing it, and Anne was relentless in her drive to
perfection. After a month of that, we started learning how to do makeup in
all of its forms, from casual every day makeup to glamorous makeup.
Surprising even myself, it turned out that I was good at it, and survived
without the usual nasty remarks or looking like a clown.
As the days went by I learned, with mom's help sometimes, how to take care
to myself, and just as predicted, I became used to wearing skirts every day.
With each improvement driven home by the constant practice, I began to use
them at home as well. It was something that I couldn't avoid, and didn't try
to. We learned how to do our own hair in various ways, and also, how to wear
body specific clothing, such as a bikini or very short skirts. By the time
the end of school was near, I had mastered every single thing I had been
taught, no longer fighting the relentless drive towards perfect femininity.
Not one of the other girls thought I was anything but a girl, even after we
changed and showered together every day. My parents never said a word, but
my father was beginning to get edgy around me. He always kept his distance,
and when I asked mom about it...
"He has never had a daughter, so he isn't quite up to speed on how to talk
to you!"
"But I'm not a girl!"
"Can you really say that now? You walk, sound, talk, and act like one, you
do makeup better than I do for goodness sake, and the way you dress is
impeccable! You may think that you're a boy, but given the fact that you no
longer look or act like one, I very seriously doubt that you can go back to
what you were before, not now anyway. You've become our daughter Susan, and
what's more, I can tell that you're beginning to like all the things that
girls can do that boys can't!"
"No mother, I hate it! It's just that I need to do this perfectly so I can
get by!"
"You don't hate it, not as much as you want me to believe anyway. Every
report we got said that you were an eager student who put a lot of hard work
into perfecting whatever was being taught! I think that you found out that
you like being a girl but are too scared to tell me!"
In a way, she was right, but I would never admit that, to her, or anyone
else. I did like the days we spent getting all dolled up in those gowns,
from hair to makeup, but that was something I was keeping to myself! No
longer was afraid to be naked around other girls, and seeing them gave me no
thrill either. I was one of them, and if I wanted to see a naked girl, all I
had to do was undress.
"Tell me I'm wrong Susan. Look me in the eye and tell me you hate being a
girl more than anything else." When I said nothing... "that's alright honey,
I'm a girl and I turned out alright!" Tears formed in my eyes as I tried to
say it, to tell her that she was wrong, that I hated being a girl, but I
couldn't. "Susan, why don't we have a girls day out? Just you and I? We'll
shop, spend lots of your dad's money, have a nice lunch, and stop by the
salon for a makeover? Then we'll make him take us out to a very nice
restaurant for dinner? How about that?"
"Dad won't get mad at me will he? I mean, I'm not..."
"What you are is a beautiful, well mannered young lady, and men always do
what pretty girls want, if you play them right!"
"Play them?"
"You know, hug them, kiss them, tell them that you love them, smell extra
nice, and smile. It always works, trust me. You should try it. Practice on
your father!"
Mom and I went to the mall, and I learned that her version of shopping did
not include department stores! We hit all of the high end shops, from
lingerie to dresses. I bought a pushup bra and a corsolet, plus a garterbelt
and some sexy high cut panties, then an ivory sheath dress that had a square
cut neckline and was a full three inches above my knees. Mom surprised me
when she bought a dress identical to mine, then it was off to get shoes that
matched the dresses. We both got three inch heels, the highest pair that I
owned. We stopped for lunch, then went to the salon.
By the time we left we both looked great, and I finally began to feel like
the girl I appeared to be. And I felt as if I could make my father do
anything I wanted. Mom had been telling me all day that girls practice those
skills on their fathers, and I should start if I had any hope of making it
work when I started school and the boys started coming around! Boys! School!
I had not even thought about that! It had been so far away that it didn't
matter! When I mentioned it to mom....
"You're a big girl Susan; you should have figured out that we would not have
put you through all this without knowing that you would have to attend
school as a girl! We told you right upfront that you would spend substantial
time as a girl, and we didn't mean just the summer! We spent all that money
so you could master this, I would have thought that after going to that
school that you would have figured that out by now!"
"School, maybe, alright, but boys?"
"Boys are a fact of life for girls honey, and since you've become a girl,
and given the way you look, there is no doubt that some of the boys will be
attracted to you! If you like them fine, be their friend. If not, then
just... use your feminine wiles to make them go away!"
There it was. When they told me that I would do this for "some substantial
time", my brain did not add it up, but I should have been smart enough to
figure it out, and I worked very hard to master everything the school taught
me, and get myself out of there. On the last day Anne said something that
should have clued me in, but in my reverie at getting out, I ignored it. She
said "You're going to break a lot of hearts Susan, so I'll only say this.
Leave the guys wanting to come back, okay?" That should have told me that I
would have to not only attend school as a girl, I would have to accept boys
as part of my life.
"Susan? Are you all right? You look a bit distracted."
"I'm fine mom."
"Lets go home, take long bubble baths, and get ready to knock your fathers
socks off!"
It was a huge step for me. I had reached the crossroad. I could fight my
situation, or I could embrace it. There wasn't any middle ground. I would
have to be all girl, from my inner core to what I wore, or not. I looked in
the mirror, seeing my perfectly coiffed hair and well done makeup, my very
feminine shape, and knew. I knew that I could not so easily throw it all
away, and maybe risk everything by becoming a surly boy in a dress with nice
hair. I knew, the minute mom told me I would be attending school as girl,
that it would have to last until I graduated. I could not be a girl one
year, and the next a boy! As a boy, I would have to learn how to be a boy
all over again, and certainly, without question, losing all those girlish
mannerisms would be difficult at best. From how to talk, to the way I walked
would be near impossible to lose, and I knew it. The only question left was,
could I accept my femininity and use it? Could I accept my role completely?
Being as feminine as possible would be the only way for me to survive, and
maybe prosper in school, and if that included dating, I would have to accept
that too.
I was surprised to realize, that being a girl might not be as bad as I had
originally thought. I had mastered everything I had been taught because I
just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, but along the way I
had somehow begun to not only enjoy, but revel in the training! I did not
realize it at the time, but looking back, it was evident to everyone but me!
As I sank into the hot water and the bubbles covered my breasts, I knew that
mom was right. I had become a girl, and knew that I was going to practice on
my father over dinner.
Once I made the decision to be as feminine as possible, I went all out,
starting with some high cut panties, then the corset. I "fluffed," my boobs
to make them sit higher in the cups and be more prominent. With a grin, I
pulled on the nude pantyhose before I sat at my vanity to do makeup. I
really only had to touch up in a few places. My hair was still good, so I
slipped the dress over my head and zipped it up. It hugged my figured and
displayed my very feminine shape, from the swelling bulge of my boobs to my
narrow waist and wider hips. If anyone suggested that I was a boy, they
would be laughed at! I added gold and white earrings, a small heart shaped
pendant necklace, and a gold bracelet. Mom gave me a small ring with a good
stone in it, so I wore that too. After stepping into the heels I picked up
the new perfume I had bought that day, and put some on my wrists, neck, and
behind my ears. After touching up my lipstick, I changed purses and stepped
out of my room.
Mom walked out of her room moments later, and as we looked each other, we
both started to giggle!
"Your father doesn't have a chance honey! You look spectacular!"
"You too mom! We're like twins!"
"I've already called your father, and he has made the reservations. He'll be
here any time, so lets surprise him when he comes in! As soon as we hear his
car, come stand next to me."
Dad walked in the house and saw us standing there like twins. His eyes went
real wide, then a smile came to his face.
"Hi daddy," I said, "mom and I decided to surprise you!"
"You have! You two look gorgeous!"
"Lets go eat," mom said, "I'm hungry!"
There wasn't any doubt that my father was both shocked and in awe at the way
I looked. Still, I was only 15, well, almost anyway, and by calling him
"daddy," I had tried to let him know that I would never be his son again.
That dinner was my "coming out," party so to speak. I used my smile, soft
voice, and gentle touching, to get him to agree to change my name legally.
When I asked him he didn't flinch, and I knew that he had arrived at the
same conclusion mom and I had. My journey, while not complete by any means,
had actually begun. My father seemed to accept the obvious, although I'm
sure that mom helped by talking to him in private. The very next day I had
my normal check up at the doctors office, so I told him of my decision.
"We do not usually prescribe medication for this situation to someone your
age, however, over the time that your testicles have been sewn inside your
body, they have already started to atrophy. That means that your body will
not produce the testosterone you would need to develop as a male, which
means that the estrogen will take over and you will experience some minor
yet decidedly female development. So, because of that, I will give you a
shot today, and you'll have to take daily doses of estrogen. That will allow
you to develop much like the other girls your age. I would guess that within
a few months we can remove the breast forms and the pads."
With mom's consent, I got the shot and started the second, but most
important leg of my journey. The doctor was correct, and within a few months
I was a full A cup, my hips had started to fill out, and my skin remained
soft, smooth, and virtually hairless. I never grew a beard, so I was able to
seamlessly segue into my girlhood without that trauma. Over time I grew into
a woman, and all thoughts of my boyhood had disappeared into the fog of
time. I did learn how to twist my father around my little finger, but then
again, I think he enjoyed those moments as much as I did. I do not think
that his form of "retraining," would lead to this, but it has, and now I
have become the daughter he needed. My antics? Well, those are a thing of
the past. I guess the retraining worked!
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