She Found a Sissy
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I felt like a Sissy
Janet L. Stickney
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I felt like a big sissy; from the ruffled panties to the cincher,
pantyhose and dress, I looked like a little girl! I sat at mom's vanity
doing my own makeup under her watchful eye, starting with foundation,
then eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara, followed by blusher and lipstick.
She fastened the hairpiece on my head, brushing it out, then trimming my
bangs. I clipped on the earrings, stepped into the short heels, and
looked in the mirror. The very short pale blue dress was short sleeved,
rolled over my small bustline, then tapered to my cinched waist only to
flare out and end well above my knees. My dark brown hair curled around
my ears, displaying my earrings perfectly. In my eyes, I was beautiful, I
only hoped everyone else would think so too.
"GOD! I never expected you to look like this!" mom said excitedly. "I
figured maybe, but...."
"Mooom... do I have to do this? I mean... look at me! I look like a
sis...."
"You look like a very nice young lady; now, no more of that whining,
you'll ruin your makeup!"
Taking me by the hand she led me out to the family room. There sat my
father and the principal of my school! Both of them gawked when they saw
me, but a smile did come to the Principals face.
"I hope," mother said, "that you believe me when I say that I know how to
tame boys who are out of control! In order to help him regain his status
as a boy, I think that by spending the rest of the school year as a girl
he will realize just how many privileges boys have. Is this going to be a
problem madam?"
"No, but we can't have him just show up like that, the other kids would
crucify him! Especially the boys! If your son is to attend our school as
a girl, then the best course would be to have him come in as a normally
dressed female transfer student. I can arrange that of course, but there
are certain requirements for the girls that he would have a hard time
with, at least as he is right now."
"How so?" asked mother.
"Well, every girl must participate in a sport of some kind, which means
showers. And of course, every girl is required to take classes to improve
their skills as a homemaker. I don't see that one as a problem, the first
however will."
"Let me look into it. If I can find a solution, I'll implement it right
away. If I can't...."
"It is a requirement," the Principal said.
"I'll do my best then."
"Call me on Monday and let me know what the outcome is then?"
"Of course."
My father had just sat there like a lump while all that was going on; he
had almost always defended my antics up until then, some of which had
gotten me into some serious trouble, but when I had taken my mom's car
for a joy ride, well, he went nuts. I didn't hit anything, didn't speed,
or get caught, yet he was livid to say the least, and mom, well she went
off the deep end. That's how I came to be dressed like a little girl. Mom
simply told me to stay in the house, then went online to check a few
things. Two hours later she called me into her bedroom.
"Now you've done it! This time you have stepped over the line, and will
have to pay the price. We did warn you the last time that if you
continued doing these stunts that we would do something serious, and now,
we have no choice but to do something. You are about to become a school
girl in every way possible! I did find the items you'll need to attend
school as a girl and get away with it, but it will be up to you to act
like a girl at all times unless you want to be found out, and I'm sure
that you don't want that! The items will be here tomorrow so you can try
them on, and if they work as advertised, then you'll be starting school
on Monday as a girl. Now then, so far I have made all the decisions, but
I think it's time that you had some say. I'll let you pick a girls name
to use. If you don't I will, and I promise that you won't like it. Okay?"
She left the room, leaving me with no choices. If I did not pick a name,
then I would end up with a name like Sissy, or Sassy, or some other
stupid name! Looking in the mirror I saw a 14 year old girl, even if she
was dressed like a ten year old. Not ugly, yet not quite pretty, the girl
I was looking at was totally acceptable, except it was me that I was
looking at. I went in my room to decide on a name; I had until dinner to
make my choice. I knew that I did not want a name that sounded girly,
like Mandy or Ashley or Suzie, and I had only a limited knowledge of
girls names, so I went online. I found it. It was a girls name, yet not
overly feminine. I chose a simple name, easy to remember, and easy to
spell. Mary. That's the name I chose.
"Well? Have you selected a name?"
"Mary," I said.
"Just Mary? What about a middle name? Everyone has one you know!"
"Um....ah... Elizabeth?" I blurted out.
"Mary Elizabeth! That's a very nice name dear!"
The very next day the packages came to the house via special delivery,
and I was dragged into my bedroom and told to strip. When I was down to
the panties I hesitated, but mom made me take those off too, leaving me
standing there naked and red faced. After she read the instructions, she
smiled, and began by wiping my chest with a cleanser, then smearing
something on my chest. After a momentary wait, she attached one, then the
other, and voila! I had boobs! Boobs that looked like they were my own,
but when she held out that panty for me to put on and I saw it, I almost
fainted!
"You'll have to push those things up into your body, then slip your
member into that sleeve so the fit is right. Go ahead while I watch."
There is nothing more embarrassing than to have your mother watch you as
you tucked things away, believe me! I tried, but until she used the
included lube, my member refused to be inserted into that sleeve, but
when it did slide in and she pulled those panties up tight, well, you can
imagine my shock. I looked exactly like a girl, from the top of my head
down to my toes! No sign that I was ever a boy existed, but still, mom
used that latex stick and her blow dryer to hide the thin seams,
completing my transformation.
"According to the instruction sheet, you'll have to use the same
facilities just like all of the other girls, because from now on you'll
eliminate like we do, sitting down. Also, in a few days, maybe a week,
those packets I ordered installed will begin to work, and you'll start
having periods, like the other girls! So, that means that you'll have to
keep yourself clean like we do or risk smelling bad."
"Periods! Mom!"
"I know, maybe it is a bit over the top, but I want you to learn a
lesson, and in order to do that you'll need to fit in! Since girls your
age are starting to have periods, I thought that you should too! Now,
quit moaning about it! It's done and there is nothing we can do about it.
Just get dressed. A skirt and blouse will be fine."
After she left I once again looked in the mirror, wanting to cry but I
was unable to muster the tears. I grabbed my boobs and pushed them
together creating cleavage, then I let my hand find my new lower parts.
The thin line of hair that surrounded it was soft, and as I pushed, my
finger went in. I figured that would happen because if I could have
simulated periods, then it had to be deep enough for a tampon to go in.
Silly me, the other uses didn't even cross my mind. I pulled on the
panties, surprised at how much better they fit, and since I had rounder
hips and a bigger butt, they hugged me like paint. The bra was harder to
get on at first since I was not used to having breasts get in the way,
but I managed, and soon appeared in a skirt and blouse. I felt weird in a
lot of ways, yet the plain fact was that I was stuck. I had become what
looked like a girl in the span of a few days, and there was zip that I
could do about it. Getting angry and yelling would only make mom go off
on another tangent, and probably make it worse, if that was possible, so
I endured my shame in silence.
Over dinner.... "We only want you to learn a lesson, not be made fun of,
and since tomorrow is Saturday, you and I are going to spend time at my
salon. You'll get your hair styled, nails and makeup done, then we're
going shopping. You have so little to wear that you need almost
everything! It'll be a fun day, I promise."
The next morning mom got me up early, telling me to wear that same skirt
and blouse, but tennies instead of the heels, and right after a bite to
eat, we were off to see the wizards of the planet salon. I knew zero
about what went on in a salon, but I got my first introduction when I was
taken to the back, told to strip, and after I was on the table, I had my
whole body waxed! You could easily say that was not the most fun thing I
had ever done, especially as they ripped the arm from under my arms! Then
I was taken to the sauna, baked a nice red just before I had the ice
shower! After recovering from that thrill and when I was dressed, I was
taken to the stylist.
She washed my hair, then began cutting and trimming before she changed
the color from mouse brown to luscious brown. After that came the
rollers, a "soft perm," she said. Then, as I spent time under the dryer,
another girl came over to do my nails. After cleaning them, she used
acrylics to make them a bit longer and thicker before adding two coats of
light red polish and a coating of clear. Back in the stylist chair, she
brushed out my hair, then pierced each ear twice, adding small gold hoops
before she spun the chair so I could see. I was speechless. I did not
look like me in any way!
"All we have to do now is get your makeup on and you'll be ready!"
That took about twenty minutes, and once again I was in awe at how easily
they had turned plain old me into a very pretty girl!
"Mary? Are you done?"
"I guess."
"I'll pay the bill and we can get to some serious shopping!"
By the time we got home I had what I thought was enough clothes for three
girls, but mom assured me that I would need everything! Pants and shorts,
swimsuits and bras, panties and skirts, dresses and jewelry, slips and
shoes. The list seemed endless. On Monday morning, wearing a short
pleated gray skirt and a simple white blouse with black flats, I made my
debut at school. I was almost shaking in fear, afraid that someone,
anyone, would recognize me, but to both my horror and delight, nobody
did, not even my best friend Steven. I was entered into the rolls, and
began my career as a high school girl. I felt scared and awkward, yet
knew that I could pass any inspection, which only tempered my fear a
little.
My biggest hurdle came not when I had to join in playing volleyball, but
when I had to take the mandatory shower. For a 14 year old boy, being in
the girls showers is a wet dream; but in my case however, nada. No
response at all! I looked just like they did, and none of them thought I
was anything but a girl. It was sad in a way, but after that, I knew that
nobody could ever say that I was a boy. Over time, without thinking about
it, I began to use the same mannerisms the girls did, and also, like
them, started to look at boys as something other than pests. I guess it
was all that fluff and lace, or maybe the perfume. In any case, I found
myself drawn into conversations with other girls about girl stuff, like
boys, dresses, teen idols and boys, so it's no wonder that I slowly began
to think of myself as a girl!
Heather, one of the girls in our little circle, confided in us.
"Me and Keith, well... I did him!"
"You had sex?" asked Susan in a stunned tone.
"NO! I gave him a BJ! It's safer. No pregnancy, no blood, no getting
undressed and besides, it's not really sex!"
After that, I knew that many, if not most of the girls that had
boyfriends were probably taking care of their guys the same way. The very
thought of doing that, while not an issue for me, wasn't that far removed
from the possibility that I might, and that made me nervous. Ben had
called me at home twice, and I knew that he was on the verge of asking me
out, which made me not the last, but also not the first girl to be asked
out that year. When he finally did ask me out, I was torn between knowing
that I was a boy and my fervent desire to be accepted as a girl, and my
struggle with being a girl won out.
My very first date with anybody was to a show, then pizza. Ben was very
attentive, and I liked him. Like me, he had also transferred in, so he
had no idea that a boy had disappeared and a girl had arrived. When we
were standing on the front porch, he took me by the hand, then leaned in
and kissed me. It was quick, and I ran in the house after thanking him. I
went in my room and got ready for bed, and was just slipping the
nightgown over my head when mom came in. She shut the door.
"Have you started your period yet?"
"No, why?"
"It's been almost six weeks, so I'm guessing that it'll start this week.
You should make sure that you put two tampons in your purse every day. I
have no idea how heavy the flow is going to be, so you should be
prepared."
"Okay."
"How was your date?'
"It was fine mom, why?"
"You've become so... feminine in the last several weeks, and now that
you're dating... this is not going the way we expected it to!"
"What did I do!? I mean, I'm doing everything you told me to do!"
"I know you are honey, it's just that... well, I guess we didn't expect
you to date, that's all."
"But if I don't I'll be on the out's with the other girls, and..."
"I know how it is honey, I was a school girl at one time too." Mom sat
here, then took me by the hand. What I mean is, you're so cute, and now
Ben.... You seemed to be so happy, that's all. It's like you finally
found yourself."
"I... it's different, that's all, but now, well, I sort of like it!"
"Like what honey."
"I like the way I look mom. I like the clothes, and the makeup, and I
like the way the other kids treat me, and I like the way the other girls
have accepted me."
"And Ben?"
"I like the way Ben looks at me too, I guess."
Then I started to cry, and mom held me in her arms, stroking my hair,
until I slowed down a bit. "Lets not tell your father just yet. Lets let
him figure it out by himself? This is just between us girls, okay?"
I hugged her tightly, then lay back, afraid that I had ruined something.
I had just admitted that I liked being a girl, dating boys, and maybe,
that I might stay the way I am! I knew that my dad would never
understand, and since I didn't either, I had no way to explain it to him.
I slept better after I decided that I couldn't change anything, and by
the morning, I was confident that I was doing the right thing. Just as I
got up, it started, and I called out for mom. She ran in the room, saw
what was happening, and led me into the bathroom.
In my estimation, there is nothing more gross than the monthlies! You
never know when it's going to strike, and you have to use obscene
measures to control it. Mom told me to clean up, then showed me how to
use the tampon, which in itself would be funny if it wasn't so serious.
Once I had it inserted, I cleaned up again, then went to my room to get
dressed. I was positive that I would feel that thing inside the panty
move when I did, but it didn't. All I felt was a small pressure exerted
against my skin, inside the panty.
Having started what can only be described as the most feminine thing
there is, I decided to be extra girlie, and wore my highest cut panties
with the matching pale blue bra and a light blue slip. Then I pulled on a
lightweight summer dress. It was well above my knees and was square cut
at the neck with cap sleeves. White flats, some makeup, jewelry, and
lipstick, and I was ready for school. When I went in the kitchen...
"Hi daddy!"
"Daddy?"
"You are my dad aren't you?"
"Yes, of course, what I meant was...."
"That's enough of that. Eat!"
I gave dad a kiss on the cheek as I ran out the door to catch the bus,
knowing that he would be seriously confused by my burst of feminine
behavior. Over the few weeks that I had assumed the role of a teenage
girl, I had started to act and talk more like your average girl. It
wasn't on purpose, it just happened; but as soon as I realized it, I knew
that my salvation lie in being perfect in every way. I had to not only
use those traits, they had to become second nature.
Over the next few weeks Ben and I went out almost every weekend, and he
began to get bolder when he kissed me. I let him get to second base, but
that was all, and he gave me his class pin! Like so many other girls, I
had a steady boyfriend, but when dad saw that pin, well, he freaked out.
He knew what that meant, and knowing that I was his son, not his
daughter, he assumed more than what there was. I did not help things at
all either. I wasn't trying to flaunt anything, only wanting to be like
the other girls. One Saturday I had planned on washing the car like dad
told me, and wore my shortest shorts with a belly revealing crop top. He
took one look and blew up. Up to that point he had only grudgingly
accepted my total transformation, only commenting once in a while about
how "girlie," I was getting. That day however....
"What the hell are you doing! That...that's obscene!"
"What's obscene?"
"Dammit! You look like a.... in a....
"A girl? Wearing shorts?" I said back.
"Don't get smart with me! You know exactly what I mean!"
I did get it, but after three months as a girl I knew in my heart that
there was no way that I could be anything else, and dressed accordingly!
My father however, wasn't to be deterred.
"I want you to go in the house and change right this instant, and I do
not mean into a skirt!"
"A dress then?" I was being sarcastic of course.
"Get in the house! Now!"
I went back in the house with dad right on my heels. He dragged mom into
the kitchen, then blew up.
"I want him to change back into our son! Now. I've had enough of this
girlie thing and I want it to stop right now! I do not want to see him in
anything girlie from now on!"
Mom, who was sitting at the table, calmly looked up at him and said one
word.
"No."
"What the hell does that mean? No!"
"You mean to tell me that you don't have a clue?" mom asked. "Mary has
become a girl, and we can't change that! She has friends, even a
boyfriend! She has better grades than before, and she's even started
her...well, she has become a woman in every way, and I will NOT let you
change any of that! Besides, she couldn't change if she wanted to. Those
devices she has on are made to wear for a for very long duration, and she
isn't even close to the end! Now, I want you to stop all this ranting and
just accept the fact that we have a daughter rather than a son!" Turning
to me... "And you, young lady. I want you to stop provoking your father!"
"But I didn't do anything! All I did was get ready to wash the car, and
he blew up!"
"Go finish what you started Mary, your father and I have to talk."
I have no idea what she said to him, but I'm willing to bet that she
filled him in on several facts that fathers don't usually get but can
assume. Like me having periods for example. Or why girls do certain
things that baffle guys, especially fathers. Like talk on the phone for
hours, and other inherently girl things. I know for sure that he never
once figured out why I would wear clothes that were the least bit
revealing, or act like a girl when I wasn't outside the house for
example. For me, there was no middle ground; no halfway. It had to be all
or none. I fought it at first, but found that being a girl wasn't all
that different than being myself. I took almost all the same classes,
wore just about everything the other girls did, and slowly, and finally,
began to enjoy it. That's what mom was telling my dad.
I went back outside and started washing the car. By the time I was
finished, mom was done talking to dad, and came out for a heart to heart.
"I've explained things to your father, and while he does not know the
full extent of changes, he does know... well, I had to tell him that you
suffer once a month like all the other girls. He was sufficiently shocked
when I told him that, but he now understands that it's unlikely that you,
as our son, will ever return."
"Was he really mad? I mean, this just happened mom! I didn't do
anything!"
"I know, and I told him that. I told him that you had to fit in or be the
class punching bag, and he understood that too, but he still has a very
hard time understanding why any boy would want to be a girl, under any
conditions! I reminded him that putting you in dresses was his idea as
much as mine, and he simply had to accept the results of that decision!
Now, as for you, you are just starting to figure out that men are
clueless about women, something most girls know from early on, which is
how we manipulate the men in our life. I want you to go in and change
into something nice, and very feminine, then I want you to go talk to
your father. You're the only one that can tell him that you can't go
backwards, and convince him of it. Can you do that?"
"I can try, but what if he gets mad?"
"So? Let him. He won't hurt you, he would never do that, but you'll have
to assure him that you love him, and trust him, and need him, even more,
now that you're a girl. Girls need more attention, and you and he also
need to get on track about your relationship. Okay?"
"Okay mom."
I went in my room, then showered. I very carefully selected what I was
going to wear. Every single thing had to scream girl, yet still be
tasteful. I wore a pushup bra with pink panties, and a half slip before I
started my makeup. I used as little as possible, but enough to accent my
natural beauty, then brushed out my hair. My hair had grown out to
shoulder length, and was still a dark brown. I pulled on the pantyhose,
and slipped the light green and white checked dress over my head. It was
only a little bit tight across the bust and midsection, but flared out at
the waist and stopped about two inches above my knees. I wore the low
white heels and gold jewelry. I put on some perfume and took one last
look in the mirror before I left the room to find my dad. It was time for
me to confront him and tell the truth.
I have great legs and a wonderful figure; I was down to 125 pounds, which
was perfect for my height. As I walked out back to the patio, I was
afraid, yet confident that I looked my very best.
"Daddy?"
"Come sit down... honey." As I sat... "Your mother tells me that you're
more of a girl now I ever thought possible. She says that you can't go
back to being our son. Is that true?"
"I nodded my head yes, then... "Dad, this just happened! I didn't plan on
it, but now that it has, I need you to... do you still love me? Is that
it? You hate me now?"
"OH god no! I don't hate you, I just cannot figure out why you would want
to be a girl! What I mean is, boys.. men, have all of the advantages! Why
would you willingly give up that birth right?!"
"Men don't have all the say!"
"Oh?"
"You're here talking to me? And doesn't mom manage the house and tell you
what to do? Oh, and does your secretary run your schedule? Women have
been making men do what they wanted for a long time. Even little girls
get their fathers to do stuff they don't want to do! So, no, I don't
think I'm giving up anything! I might even be ahead!"
"But you've become so... feminine!"
"If I had to wear a dress to school, your idea by the way, you couldn't
possibly think that I would do it as a clown did you? I would have been
killed! I had to get this way to fit in, and now that I am accepted I
just can't give it up I... I like being a girl!" There, I had said it.
"I'll admit that you're pretty, and you certainly look and act like a
girl, but...."
"Daddy," I said softly, "I just need you to love me. I need you to accept
the fact that you have a daughter now, and I really do need you."
"I was scared honey. You have changed so much that I couldn't recognize
you any more."
"Dad, I'm the same person I always was, I only wear different clothes."
"What about that boy Ben? Are you two doing..."
"I'm not that kind of girl!"
"I'm relieved about that, I was worried!"
"That brought a giggle. "Dad! I only look like a girl! I can't get
pregnant!"
"Maybe, but you can try, I know that much at least!"
"Maybe, but I won't confirm that, and even if I could, I wouldn't, not
until the time is right, and when that day comes, you'll walk me down the
aisle, right?"
"It would be my pleasure honey."
"OH daddy!"
We hugged and wiped away mutual tears, the tension between us having been
deflated. I was, finally, his daughter, and he was my daddy. As he hugged
me I could feel the strength within him that it took to accept me the way
I was, as well as his love for me. I knew from research on the Internet
that love and affection were only dreams for many of my sisters. Hate and
disgust were the norm, so I knew that I was the luckiest girl on the
planet. We stayed out there for a while, then I went in to get something
to drink. Ben stopped by, asking if I were free, and dad said it was okay
for me to go, so Ben and I left in his car.
We went to a show, then later, to our favorite spot in the park. Up to
that point Ben had only touched my breasts through my blouse, but that
day, everything changed when he slipped his hand into my bra. Both of us
were on fire, lust and hormones taking over our common sense. When Ben
took my hand and put it on him I wanted to recoil, but didn't; I rubbed
him instead. It was at that point that I had an overwhelming desire to
touch it, naked, but when he tried to unzipped his pants, I stopped him.
"Kiss it," he said.
"No!"
"I'm clean, promise!"
"No! But, maybe this?"
I slipped out of my panties, let him bare his weapon, then used them to
give him a hand job. Ben lay back moaning, as I rubbed him, realizing
that I had to do it. It did not take long for Ben to erupt. I had crossed
the line, if there was one, and any thought of going back, was out the
window! He grinned, I grinned back, and after refreshing my makeup and
stuffing those panties into my purse, I made him take us to the pizza
place. I was not ashamed of what I had done, other girls were doing it
for their guys, and I was no different.
As time went on it became obvious, even to mom that I had to start taking
hormones or risk having my body fill out in ways that I didn't want, so,
almost six months after it all began, I entered into the program. It took
less time than I imagined, but I began to sprout boobs of my own, and
before I started my senior year the only device I wore was the panty. I
had to wait, but eventually I became a female, met, and married a man
that loves me dearly; oh, and my dad did walk me proudly down the aisle.
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