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Janet L. Stickney
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Almost nobody could believe it when it was announced, yet I was almost
beside myself with joy; I hid it well, but it was there. The club that my
parents belong to announced that they were going to award three full
scholarships, along with two $10,000 prizes. The catch? It was required
that all contestants dress and live as a member of the opposite sex for
one year, starting the day school let out then all the way through the
following school term. That way they could begin the fall classes at
college the following year as their new selves, if that was their choice.
They spelled it out very clearly. Dress as a member of the opposite sex
and adopt fully, all manner of dress, mannerisms, and style for the new
gender as generally accepted within society. Since there were three
scholarships each for both boys and girls, and my mother was part of the
board that came up with this... contest, in my mind there was no doubt
that I would be expected to participate. I could hardly wait, but hoped
that I hid it well!
All my life I had played dress up in secret, always ashamed to admit it,
and did my best to hide it from everyone, including my parents. I just
knew that the fact that I wanted to be a girl wouldn't be very well
accepted. Now it looked like my dream was going to come true, in more
ways than I thought possible. In my mind, I did not think there would be
a lot of takers, simply because of the possible stigma, or maybe their
size. Some guys could never look anything like a female, but the rules
did not say that you had to look nice, only that you lived like one. That
left the door open for the adventurous, the people like me, and a few
others that might be able to pull it off, even a few girls I could think
of.
Among my friends, nobody could figure out why they chose that kind of
contest, and most of them dismissed any thought of participating, but a
few I noticed, the guys out of the mainstream like me, kept silent. When
my mother announced it at the dinner table, my first reaction was shock,
then joy.
"The awarded scholarships can run as high as $30,000 dollars a year, and
we wanted to find a way, other than someone's GPA, to sort out those that
have a desire to attend college. We wanted to find a way to challenge
everyone in a way that would tend to give them a new perspective on life,
and by dressing as a member of the opposite sex, that fits the bill
perfectly!"
"But won't this... contest, cost them a lot of money? I mean, the clothes
and all that..."
"Perhaps, but it will certainly be less than the cost of four years in
college, which makes it worth it."
"What if I want to do it? You're on the board, and it might look like..."
"We will not be doing the judging honey. We will select a panel of others
to do the selection."
"You want to enter?" my dad asked, "we can afford to send you to
college..."
"I know, but so can most of the other parents! And if you don't have to
spend it on college, then maybe I could get my own apartment? It'll cost
a lot less than college, and you'll still have the money!"
"He has a point honey."
"But... you're telling me that you're willing to dress as a girl... for
an entire year, just to get an apartment?!"
"Well... yeah, kinda, in a way I guess, but... look at it this way.
You're expecting the other people to let their kids do it, right? What if
they found out that you didn't want me to do it? Wouldn't it be better if
I did? Then you could say that you allowed me to do it, and there
couldn't be any finger pointing! Like I'm somehow better than they are!"
Dad sat back in his chair, just staring at me. "You sound... eager to do
this."
"I am! That's the point dad! You know that I plan on studying Psychology,
and what better way to get a handle on what ALL people think than
spending some time as a girl? I'll have a built in edge!"
"Greg," mom said to dad, "he has made some very good points, and if he
wants to do this, I think we should let him! And, he is right about
letting our own children do this you know."
"I suppose, it's just that, well, I didn't think he would want to do
this, and what if he isn't one of the contestants chosen?!"
"Then he won't be any worse off than he is right now will he? And he does
have a point about differing points of view!" When neither dad or I said
anything..."Okay then, it's settled. You can participate, but we'll
expect you to do your very best. I'll help a bit, but the rest will be up
to you, okay?"
"Sure, but... I'll need to buy some stuff, so..."
Mom insisted, so I let her measure me, even though I already knew what
sizes I wore, then she and I went shopping for one basic outfit that I
could wear when we went out to buy everything else. I had to be very cool
about how I did things, so I did not say a word about breast forms or
anything else. I would wait a while before I mentioned it. Low heels, a
pair of flats, one gray skirt with a white blouse, a bra, (size 36A), a
package of panties, one pair of pantyhose, and some makeup. That was what
we bought on the first trip. On the way home..
"I know all about you playing dress up honey. I didn't mention it to your
father of course, but since I know that you have at least some experience
doing this, I'm going to expect more of you than your father will. I
purposely did not buy you breast forms because I'm sure that you already
know what you want, right?"
She had put me neatly into a very small box! If I denied it, I would be
both lying, and worse, calling her a liar; if I admitted it, I would be
confirming the fact that I liked dressing up as a girl! I had to agree,
because I just did not have a choice.
"Yeah, I guess."
"How much?"
"How much what?"
"How much would the breast forms cost?"
"Maybe... maybe a grand, a bit more or less I think, for the best ones I
mean." In for a penny, in for a pound I guess, so... "But if I'm going to
do this for an entire year... they also make a panty. It's a very special
kind of panty; They're custom made, and supposedly look very realistic,
so...."
"And you want one of those too."
"Yeah, but a year is a long time, and..."
"And I'll bet that you also know where to get this... panty?"
"It's expensive mom."
"Let me worry about that. Where is it we should go?"
I told her, and without a word, she made a few turns, heading for the
shop that I mentioned. I was still dressed like a boy when mom and I
walked into the shop. My mother is not the shy retiring type, which
suited her in her profession as a corporate lawyer. In this case, I was
just a little worried what she would say. The woman behind the counter
smiled at us.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes. My son is going to be living as a girl for an entire year, at the
very least, and he has convinced me that by appearing to be a complete
female, he'll feel both more feminine, and be safer at the same time. I
can understand that because it does make some sense. He tells me that you
make a special kind of panty?"
"Oh yes! We have won the award for most realistic three times in a row!"
"May we see one?"
"A picture will have to do I'm afraid, each one is custom made for the
user. We also create individually made breast forms, custom for each
customer of course. If the goal is to make this boy look like a girl, you
have come to the right place!"
"How long does it take?"
"Start to finish? Maybe eight hours to make the molds and so on, but ten
is better."
Well, mom looked at the before and after pictures, harrumped a few times,
then told the lady to go ahead!
"I'll be back at... 6? That should be enough time. I'll leave the clothes
here so you'll have something to wear home."
With that, she left me standing there in that shop, confused about why my
own mother would go along with such an outrageous suggestion from me, but
with the lady waiting for me, I went in the small changing booth. Once I
was undressed, she started making molds of my chest and nether regions;
her first attempt did not match my skin tone, so she adjusted the color
and made another right breast. That one was an exact match. We took a
break, and she started on the other one. Completing it before she tackled
the panty. I thought it would be one piece, but she explained that by
using three pieces it would be not only more natural looking, but allow
her to fit it perfectly.
When she was done attaching all of the pieces, some nine hours later, I
looked nothing like a boy in any way! I got dressed in the clothes mom
bought earlier that day, listening as the lady explained the panty and
all of it's functions.
"You're aware that you'll have to use the bath as a girl would of course,
and cleanliness is paramount, just as it is for any girl. You should also
discuss with your mother the issue of menstrual periods and how to manage
them. If you have any other questions, please feel free to call me or
stop by, okay?"
Just to be able to dress and live as a girl was a fantasy come true, but
that fantasy had never included having a period! But that alone was more
than enough to make me giddy. If I could have those, nobody could ever
say that I wasn't a girl! The way the clothes fit was better than I
hoped, and the bra was just snug enough that my breasts looked pert and
firm, although a bit overflowing. I was a B cup rather than the A cup mom
had assumed I would be. The lady sold me a bra, then helped me brush out
my hair, while we waited for mom to come pick me up. She was a few
minutes later than planned. She did not say much on the way home, so....
"You going to tell dad about... the.... breast forms and the panty?"
"I think for now we'll keep that between just us girls. There are some
things he doesn't need to know about."
"Okay," I said, happy that she agreed with me. I didn't need any flak
from my dad.
"Especially since we'll have to have a mother daughter talk about
personal hygiene, and how to take care of things when you start having
periods."
"You know about that?!"
"Of course! I was the one that suggested it! You did seem to be very
adamant about doing this, and you did tell us that you would rather be a
more complete girl than not, for your safety, you said, so people
couldn't guess who you really are you said! All I did was take you at
your word! You are now as complete a girl as it's possible for a boy to
get without surgery, and you're about to find out that being a girl might
not be as much fun as you thought!"
My dad saw me as we walked in, his eyes going wide as he took in my new
body. Perky boobs, wider hips, a bigger, rounder butt, my hair brushed
out, and of course, the way I was dressed. Mom took me into her room, and
helped me put on a little makeup and fixed my hair again, then she told
dad that we were eating out. I wasn't ready for that, but like him, I
didn't have a choice, so we left. All during dinner, my dad kept looking
at me, until....
"She'll look just gorgeous after I take her to the salon and let Marcie
loose on her!"
"Doesn't... she... have a name?"
"Kathy," I said suddenly, "Katherine Anne"
I know that dad was both surprised and confused at how I looked, let
alone the fact that I was even willing to go out like that, but he was
silent, and did not ask many questions, and those that he did ask, mom
answered. That night I slept in a nightgown that mom gave me to use,
telling me that we would be up early, and at the mall when they opened. I
wore the same clothes from the night before when mom and I left for the
mall. Since it was summer, she told me that she would only buy summer
stuff, waiting for fall before adding anything. I did expect to get some
sexy bras, but mom said no, and I was stuck with basic bras. About all I
could do was get a few that had soft cups and hooked in the front. Full
cut or hip hugger panties rather than the higher cut ones, a few slips
both long and short, then six pairs of shoes in a variety of styles and
colors.
Summer dresses, skirts and blouses, tops and sweaters, skinny jeans and
shorts, even a swimsuit were added to the growing pile. Only one pair of
dress slacks, which were tan, fitted and without pockets and zipped up
the side. Dragging under the weight of it all, we finally surrendered and
took everything to the car.
"I'm beat honey, lets go over to the salon and see if Marcie can fit you
in."
Well, Marcie did work me over, and I mean big time! From a full waxing,
which was a real experience, to a dye job to a set, longer nails and all
new makeup, I didn't look like me in any way! My soft brown hair was
changed to dark brown, accented with bright nail color and great makeup,
the kind that I had never managed! In just two days I had gone from the
average 18 year old kid to young girl, in every way possible without
being born one! All those days of sneaking around, all that guilt and
shame, as well as those moments of pure joy had disappeared in what
seemed like the wink of an eye. I had become the girl of my dreams, and
all of a sudden I felt lost. I knew the guys wouldn't recognize me, not
right away anyway, and I knew for sure that doing things with them was
totally out of the question, as was doing any of the things I would
normally do! My life had changed dramatically, and while my dream of
being a girl had always been there, now that I had it... the question
was, what now?!
Mom was pleasantly surprised at the way I looked, and said so many times.
I did have a lot going for me; my dad is not real tall and my mother a
mere 5' 2". I ended up taller than mom, not quite as tall as dad. I got
her bone structure and facial features, dad's thick hair and green eyes.
With the addition of my new parts, I had almost the perfect body for a
girl my age, and with the new makeup and hair, well, it appeared that I
had it all, except for things like friends that I could hang around with!
All of a sudden I had no idea what to do! Strutting around feeling pretty
all the time might be fun, but I knew that was out of the question, which
left me with nothing! Mom settled that dilemma quickly by telling me that
starting the following Monday, I would be working in her office as a file
clerk, slash receptionist! Then it became very clear why mom insisted
that I wear a certain style of clothing! As much as I loved being a girl,
I was also scared because I had zero experience as one! Mom just shrugged
it off, telling me I would pick it up as I went along, as if it was going
to be easy!
The next morning I showed up in that flannel nightgown, my breasts
prominently pushing out against the soft material. Dad just stared at me
for a moment, then...
"How in the hell can you have boobs!?"
"Never mind how she does it, just accept that you have a daughter now!"
"Yeah... a daughter." Dad didn't sound all that thrilled with things.
After breakfast, I went in my room and got dressed, selecting a skirt and
top rather than shorts. I did my makeup the best I could, then went to
find mom. Sitting across from her, I asked the most obvious question.
"Why did you let me do this mom?"
"After I found out that you were playing dress up, you were about nine at
the time I think, I expected it to fade away, but it didn't, did it? Just
a few weeks ago I found my things in disarray again, and since your
father doesn't dress up, it had to be you. When this scholarship thing
was being discussed, which I was personally against by the way, I knew
that there was no way that you could pass up the chance to dress up like
a girl! Since I was sure that you couldn't pass up the chance to do this,
I decided that it was time that you got a little lesson! Being a female
is not going to be anything like you think it will be honey. Girls have
so many less options than the guys do, and we are expected to do things
that men would never do! Since you obviously, at least to me, wanted to
be able to dress up all the time, this was the perfect opportunity! And
by the way, I already knew all about that panty and those breast forms, I
just wanted to see if you did. If you did, that would confirm my
suspicions about you.
You are about to find out all about wardrobe selection, getting ready
each day, hair and makeup, maintaining yourself, both physically and
mentally, because girls are not hairy, which you'll have to work on,
you'll have to learn how to do your own hair and makeup of course, and
you'll also quickly learn that getting ready takes a lot of time! Plus,
it's the guys that do the selecting, picking the girls they want to date,
they are the ones that get the best pay, they are the ones that have the
expectations that we girls are obligated to meet! I did not do you any
favors here honey, but you'll find that out on your own soon enough!"
I was stunned that mom had figured out what I had been doing, confident
that I had covered my tracks perfectly. Clearly I had failed at that. And
the fact that she knew all about that special panty came as a complete
shock; but then, she must have done her research once she figured out
what I would do, and I did exactly what she expected. Then she demanded
that I experience being a female in the workplace, so the very next day I
began my introduction to the female perspective. Knowing I was in for it,
I spent over an hour getting ready! Mom merely laughed at me when I
mentioned it. The work was relatively easy, and I fell into a routine. Up
at six, an hour to get ready, then work all day and go home. By Friday I
was ready to explore, and decided to do some shopping, so after work I
left for the mall.
Everything was fine, and I enjoyed myself, buying those high cut panties
that mom wouldn't let me get the first time; by the time I left the mall
the sun had set, but I gave it no thought as I meandered towards my car.
The attack was sudden, violent and done very fast. He had me by the
throat in a choke hold, a gun pushed against my head hard as he whispered
his demands in my ear. I had no chance at all as he dragged me into the
van, and first ripped my skirt off before he yanked my panties down. Then
he raped me, that gun of his never moving as he abused me. When he was
done, he moved my head to the side and shoved his member into my mouth,
forcing me to make him release yet again. When he was done he threw me
out on the pavement and quickly drove away. I have no idea how long I lay
there, but an older couple stumbled upon me and called the police.
In the aftermath, a trip to the hospital for an examination, dna
collection and so on, my parents arrived. I was bruised and sore, but
didn't have any life threatening injuries. My male ego had taken a huge
hit however. My father talked to the doctors, who talked to the nurses;
the upshot of that was that no mention that I was really a male was made
in the record. The police interviewed me, and I was allowed to go home. I
stood in the shower until the hot water ran out, trying to wash away the
stench of my failure. I was a wreck by the time I was done, and as I
stepped into my bedroom...
"Are you okay honey?"
"I'm okay mom, it's just that I...."
The tears began, followed by uncontrollable sobbing. Shattered by the
knowledge that even being a male under all the fluff, I could not protect
myself, and that was on top of the unwanted knowledge that girls all
understand. Never go anywhere in the dark alone. As a guy I never worried
about it, and naturally slipped into that mode. But when the attack came,
I was unable to protect myself. Obviously, I was less of a male than I
had always thought I was.
My mother held me tightly, trying to soothe away the pain I was feeling.
My father came in, and also comforted me a bit until mom insisted that I
got to bed, and waited there until I fell asleep. The next morning as I
used the bath, I wondered if I could continue as a girl. The previous
nights terror fresh in my mind, the continuing doubts about myself
rising. Still wearing a nightgown and looking like hell, I went in the
kitchen to get some coffee.
"You okay honey?"
"Yeah dad. I'm just... I mean, I'm a guy! I should have been able to...."
"STOP THAT! For one thing, guys that do this kind of thing are usually
prepared, and if he wanted you, even as a guy, he probably would have
made you do it anyway! The plain fact is that as determined as he is, and
like me, you're simply not big enough to have fought him off no matter
what you did! You said that he was over six foot tall and real husky,
right? The fact that you were dressed as a girl only gave him more
options, and yes, I know all about that panty thing you have on. The
upside of all this is that since it's made of latex, his dna is pristine!
That and the fact that you were able to describe him quite well is going
to make it easy for the police to catch him! Now, I know that you have
been hurt, but having been forced to have sex with a guy isn't the end of
the world! I know that you're stronger than that."
"If they catch him I'll have to testify?"
"Maybe, unless they can make him admit it, and then offer him a deal; but
they have a ton of evidence against this guy so I seriously doubt they
will offer him a deal, but faced with all of the evidence, he might just
confess. If he does then he'll get the proper sentence and you won't have
to testify." Dad sat back in his chair and stared at me. "If he doesn't
admit it, then there will be a trial, and you'll have to testify against
him, but his attorneys will be all over the fact that you are not a
female, although the oral rape is more than enough to put him in jail.
But if they go after you, regardless of the contest, your true identity
will become public record, and subject to questioning by the press. And
even though there is this contest of sorts going on, and you are not the
only boy dressing as a girl, they will tear you to pieces because you
were out on your own, at night."
"Shit!"
"Yes, I agree. The only way around this dilemma is for him to confess...
or we take some preemptory actions."
"Like what?"
"Even though this is for a contest we need to act to make sure that you
are safe. Like making you legally a female for one. Changing your name,
starting you on hormones, things like that. If you are under a doctors
care and in the process of becoming a female, then the lawyers
representing this guy would be hard pressed to make any issue of your
status." Shocked, I just sat there, then mom came in and joined us. "I
was just telling Kathy what our options are." Looking at me... "We both
know all of the judges and most of the cops, so we will do everything in
our power to make sure this does not go to court, but if we cannot avoid
it, well, you know how the press is when there is anything the slightest
bit juicy in a story."
"And to make it worse," mom added, "the option of charging this guy or
not is held by the state, not you, which means that if they decide to go
to trial, you had better be in a program or you'll be shredded in the
media, and they won't make it pretty."
"Or," dad added, "you can try to weather the storm, but I don't recommend
that."
I had a lot to think about. Testify and maybe get torn to shreds in the
media, enter a program to become a female, or refuse to testify and let
the guy go. Some choices. While I had always dreamed of being a girl
someday, getting raped was beginning to make me think very hard about
that choice. My parents seemed to understand my situation quite well, and
sounded willing to let me begin a program, so the question was not
whether I would do it, but was I strong enough to say so in court. Either
way, starting a program or getting trashed in the media, I would have to
face people that knew me. I wondered what they would say; I also wondered
if I could continue to be a woman with the knowledge that I had been
raped.
I just hung around the house for a few days, gathering myself as I tossed
around the most important decision of my life, trying to come to a
decision that I could live with. My bruises on the outside were healing,
but the worst of them, centering around my inability to protect myself,
were on the inside. I had forgotten that girls are targets. By the time I
emerged from my room I was angry as hell, and I knew exactly what I was
going to do, and over the dinner table, I told them.
"I have decided to do both. I'll go into a program, and, I'll testify. I
want this guy to go to jail, and I don't want them to make an offer for
lesser time because of me. The media can take a hike, and I'll tell them
that myself! Rape is rape no matter who it is!"
The cops caught up with the guy almost immediately after he tried to rape
another girl, and during their attempts to arrest him, he pulled a gun
and took a shot, hitting an officer in the leg. In the ensuing gunfire,
he was shot seven times, three in the chest. Needless to say, he was dead
on the spot. Dna confirmed him as my attacker, and while I no longer
faced the specter of a trial and testifying, my anger had became
something more, much more. For a guy to learn that he was just as
vulnerable as a girl is a sad day because it flies in the face of what
most guys assume about themselves. The skirt didn't make me unable to
protect myself, it was my physical size and the violence of the attack.
With my parents consent, I began taking hormones even though I no longer
had to, but because my mission in life had changed. I had discovered that
I had found a voice in the fight against sexual predators.
Myra
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