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Getting Pregnant Janet L. Stickney [email protected] Her swelling belly, her breasts sagging in anticipation of the baby, her hips widening out to ease the delivery, the clear rosy skin and the obvious joy she felt at the coming event were all evident to anyone that simply looked at her. As she walked past me, I once again rued the day that I was born male, unable to experience the joys of being pregnant. In my early youth I had tried padding my belly, desperately trying to capture at least the look of being pregnant, finding only momentary, and sadly, inadequate relief. Now, at the age of 18, I better understood not only the complexities for a guy to not only try to look like a woman, but let alone try to be a woman with child! And still, I found myself desperately wanting to try it, but couldn't. I was still living at home, and my mom would never understand! But, I was hoping to try it anyway; who knows? Maybe it could happen! I knew that in order to look anything like a pregnant woman, I would first have to master the art of being able to pass myself off as a woman before I could have any reasonable expectation of pulling it off, and had started to accumulate a few bits of clothing. A bra, some panties, a skirt and blouse, shoes to name a few. As I meandered home, I wondered again if I could do it, knowing that the odds were stacked against me. For me to look anything like a woman, the odds were slim, making the possibility of presenting myself as a pregnant woman only a very remote possibility. I had worked myself into a depression by the time I got home, and once again went online to check my favorite web sites. That's when I saw it. A contest was being held for guys that wanted to look pregnant! The rules however were very clear. In essence, a contestant would have to live as a woman for at least 24 months before "becoming pregnant", which, of course, required a male. They did not say that sex with a guy was required, only that the contestant had to produce a male that would say that he was the father! The time period was, as I mentioned, a very long two years, living as a woman, which you would be required to prove, plus the time of the pregnancy! That said, the grand prize was $100,000! That was more money than my dad made in two years! I quickly went on some of the forums and checked out the company. Apparently it was on the up and up, the money was already on deposit in an escrow account. I just sat there, stunned that so much money would be offered for a contest with those kind of rules! The reason why I would risk everything, to even try it, was clear. Not only my passion, but all that money! And of course, I couldn't deny that my own desires were foremost in my mind. The how, well, that was in doubt. First, I would have to convince my parents that I could do it, then not only actually manage to actually do it, I would also have to find a guy willing to say he was the "father"! But, I had over two years to pull it off. I was sure it would take every bit of that time, if I could only get my folks to agree to it that is. The soft spot in the family was mom of course, so I decided to approach her with it and see what she would say. Rather than beat around the bush, I just told her that I had discovered a contest on the Internet, all of the conditions, gave her the printouts I had made, and finally, I told her that I wanted to try it. Her reaction was to stare at me for a moment, then she smiled, and began to giggle! "Pregnant? You really want to live as a girl, then try and look pregnant? I don't think you have any clue at all about what that means! It's not a piece of cake you know, it's hard work!" "But I can learn, right? I mean, what did you know about being pregnant before it happened?" "Women know a lot about it honey! It's sort of expected!" She leaned against the counter top, then... "You said it was two years?" "Yeah. The contest requires that all contestants live as a female for two years before becoming pregnant so to speak." "So... you want to start dressing as a girl every day, and live like that, for a year or more, then start this fake pregnancy?" "Mom, the money is more than dad makes in two years! Even after buying what I need it's still a lot of money!" "That's true, and you might even be able to pull it off; I mean, you're not that tall, and not very heavy..." "So... can I try it?" "I'll think about it, but this will be such a huge... change, and I don't think you realize just how hard this is going to be! It won't be just wearing a dress or skirt, it's how you talk and walk as well! And on top of that, aren't there men out there who are already living as women? Don't you think they'll have a better chance at this? I mean, they're used to being women, and some might even have boyfriends, so they'll have a built in advantage from the start!" "Yeah, I thought of that, but it's just possible that I might win anyway! According to the website, they will be looking at how you look, as well as how well you portray a woman, so that levels the playing field a bit, especially if I look good enough." "And what about this boyfriend part? Just how are you going to manage that?! I mean, who ever it is, has to stand up and say he is the father, right? And what kind of guy would do that unless he had... done it? With you? Have you thought of that?" "Um... not like that. I mean, all he would have to do is claim to be the father, so it's not like I would have to... boff a guy, does it?" "I guess not, but that would certainly be between you, and whoever you find that's willing to do something like that!" After a pause... "I will talk to your father about this, and if he agrees, then you and I will agree on some conditions, and if he agrees, I promise, I will work very hard to turn you into a girl, and I mean one hundred percent girl! No half way stuff! That wouldn't work, and could even get very ugly if you don't go all out! Okay?" "Yeah," I said, not quite sure what she meant, but as long as she was going to let me try it, well, I was all for it! I had no idea what being a girl really meant; I had no clue. Except the way the clothes felt and the various scents of the makeup were the only reference I had, and I really liked those! But that part about being pregnant? Well that just turned me on, and I could hardly wait. That said, I also wasn't real sure what mom meant about a hundred percent, not exactly anyway, but I had to do the first one before enjoying the second, and that's why I agreed. That bit about "doing it," with a guy bothered me, I wasn't Gay, and I didn't think I would, or even could, actually do that, so I put it out of my mind. Later that night, I saw mom on the computer, and she was very busy making notes. My father, while just as confused as my mother, and after some tense discussion, quickly grasped the idea that I might just be able to do it, and the first prize was impressive. Even third place, which paid $50,000 was also impressive! He wasn't eager, but finally agreed to let me at least try to look like a girl, but, he added that he did not think it was possible for me to look even passable. The next day, early, mom got me up, and with a smug look on her face, told me to go in the bath and strip! She was very efficient, and very firm about what I had to do. Cream hair remover and a razor eliminated my body hair, and by the time I stepped out of the bath, there wasn't one hair on my body that shouldn't be there. I felt naked in so many ways. I had no idea that this would be the way it would be for a while. Long baths and tedious shaving after chemical hair removal! My mother told me to get dressed in the clothes she had on the bed, then just stood there while I tried to get those clothes on. The panties were easy, the slip and skirt easy. The bra was a bitch. All straps, with fasteners in the back? After three failed attempts, I finally fastened it in front and pulled it on. Mom just snickered at my inept tries. Once I had the clothes on, she sat me at her vanity and began to show me how to put on makeup; and I thought the dressing was hard! It took several tries before she said that it was "okay", then began to brush out my hair. While short, it wasn't that short, and after a few clips with the scissors, she managed to create a modestly, and nearly feminine look with my hair. "Now you're ready!" "For what?" "We have an appointment to get you fitted with a special kind of girl suit. They tell me that it will not only make you look like a girl, but when it comes time for you to get pregnant, which is just plain silly by the way, they can make adjustments so you can gain weight in the right places!" It was after all, what I had dreamed of, so I swallowed my concerns, and left the house for the first time ever, dressed as a girl. The shop she took me to was well lighted, with lots of carpet; not at all what I expected. They knew we were coming, and we were quickly taken to a small interview room. "Your mother tells me you want to enter the contest posted on the Internet? The one where you have to look pregnant to win. Is that correct?" "Yes ma'am. But I figured that I have two years, and a pregnancy only lasts nine months, so mom told me that I have those 24 months to learn how to be a girl. She said something about a girl suit?" "I think that at this point we'll obviously start by making you look like a girl first, and later we'll make a pregnancy possible. This is not the first time we have done this, and we have developed a way to make someone look very pregnant. Now, if you agree, sign this, and we'll begin." They had me strip naked, then sprayed my entire body from the shoulders down with some kind of mist. A twenty minute wait, then into a shower. When I stepped out, my skin was even smoother to the touch than before, and absolutely hairless! That mist removed whatever I had missed, the short stubble and stray hairs. Then I was taken to a small room where they molded my chest and bottom, then later, I was fitted with breasts, and a panty that made me look like a girl down there! "The chemicals in the mist will stop the hair growth for about a year, and the adhesive we used is good for about the same length of time, which means that just about the time you're ready to upgrade, you'll be ready to have these removed!" "I can't get these off if I want to!?" "You did sign the release dear. You are now a girl, and will be for at least a year; I thought that's what you wanted!" "I did, but... I thought... I could just..." "Play at it?" The woman asked in a stunned voice. "No dear, we don't do that here! This is a commitment, one that can't be taken lightly! Being a woman is more than just a bit of makeup my dear! It's something all women learn early on, and we all understand what it means to be pregnant. Now, you will too!" "It is," mom said, "exactly what you said you wanted, so no more complaining! Go get dressed honey. We'll go to the mall and find some lingerie for you. That bra you wore this morning is to small for you, and you can't go braless all the time you know." As I got dressed, it was an eerie feeling to have breasts hanging on my chest, and with nothing below, well, you can imagine how that made me feel! Once I was ready, mom and I went to the mall, then straight into a department store where she measured me for a bra. "36 C," she said, and began to find several that would fit me. The list of things she told me I would need seemed unending; I figured skirts and dresses, but panty liners? And what about that next to nothing see through lingerie? Wasn't that stuff was designed specifically to make a guy... eager? Since I was sure that I wasn't going to do that, I did not see the need to spend the money for them! My mother however, just snorted, then smiled at me, as if I were the dumbest person on the planet. Maybe I was. I was certainly lost in that lingerie department! New makeup from a specialty store, shoes that fit correctly, pantyhose, slips and more, all were added to the pile, until I finally had to sit and rest. "You wanted this honey, and now you're about to find out just how hard it is for a woman to be active and remain not only attractive, but vibrant! You're a pretty girl, you're smart, and I'm sure that you now realize just how much all this is going to change your life. In fact, after a year or more of this, and after a pregnancy, I seriously doubt that you could ever go back to what you were yesterday!" "But this is only for the money!" "Maybe, but I somehow doubt that's the whole truth, is it?" When I said nothing... "All I know is that pregnant women, the majority of them anyway, simply love the fact that they are bringing new life into the world, and that's why they put up with all the things that go along with it. Swollen feet, clothes that absolutely nobody would wear unless they were pregnant, and it's cumbersome! All that extra weight! But, this is what you said you wanted to do, so I suggest that you get used to the idea and start looking for the right guy!" "I'm not going to do it with a guy!" "Oh, I think you will; it's how we get pregnant! Unless you would rather use artificial insemination? "What!?" "No," she said firmly, "it'll have to be a man. And besides, I don't think you want to be out there trying to find the right guy to be the father, one that would be willing to stand up and admit it unless you two had done it, right?" I absolutely hated it when she was like that. Her logical progression, after I told her what I wanted to do was focused on only one thing, with no regard to what I thought, what my wishes were, or what I thought I should do. She simply made it possible, then laid out the options for me, and every single one of them led to only one thing. I was going to be the girl I looked like, and, according to her, I would have to not only find a guy to be the father, but... do it with him! The very thought of that made me feel very strange, but the reason for that sexy lingerie quickly became crystal clear. "I'll help you when I can, or if I think you need it, but it'll be up to you to learn how to be a girl honey; that means how to walk, and use your hands and arms, as well as how to act around others, especially men. They expect women to do certain things, and you have to learn that." "This isn't anything like what I thought it would be mom! I mean, sure, looking like a girl is one thing, but you really seem to think that I would... I mean, I'm not like that!" "I know that dear, it's just that after a year or more of being a girl, don't you think that you'll sort of fall into it? I mean, we all do, the women I mean. Some guy comes along that finds you attractive, he asks you out, and before long... voila! You're a new mother! But, enough about that, tell me what we should call you? I mean, we can't call you by your own name can we?" "I suppose. How about... Susan?" "Okay, Susan it is. Now, lets go home and get you all dolled up for your father!" Back home, mom watched as I struggled with the unfamiliar straps, buttons and fasteners, like putting on a bra again. Now that was fun. My arms simply would not bend to allow me to fasten in the back, so I had to resort to doing it in the front and spinning it around, then there was the heft of my new, and as yet unfamiliar, breasts that I had to get into the cups. It was very strange to see that I filled the cups well enough that I had some modest cleavage, but those panties, well, they fit like a coat of paint, and the thin lacy front left almost nothing to the imagination. By the time I was completely dressed, mom had once again shown me how to do makeup properly, and brushed out my hair, adding barrettes on the sides. I looked like your average 18 year old girl! I had to struggle with the image I made in the mirror, my previous ideas on how I would look dashed. I was positive that I would look clownish. Without a word mom left me standing there, a pile of jewelry on the dresser, as well as some lipstick. I really had no choice, given that the breast forms and that special panty had turned me into a girl, for what I had been told would be at least a year. As I put on the earrings, necklace and bracelet, I knew that my fascination with pregnant women and my wish to look pregnant as well, had taken a violent turn into the world of women that I almost no knowledge of, and yet, I could not deny that I had become one! I knew that I would have to look like a girl, and even live as one, but I had not planned on being changed into one! "Playing at it," as that lady told me, was out. I was essentially the real deal. With a sigh, I put on the lipstick, tasting the flavor, added just a bit of perfume like mom told me, and gathered my nerve. Opening the door to my room, I walked out, the heels making no sound on the carpet, only a throbbing sense of concern beating hard and quick against my temples, the sound a cacophony of instant doubt. My dad was home, I had heard him come in. I could only hope he wouldn't laugh at me. The skirt portion of the dress swayed when I walked, courtesy of my wider hips, and with my arms hanging down, I made my entrance. My dad looked up and saw me, his eyes going wide for a moment. Then.... "This... is what you're going to look like?" "Not every day," mom said, "she just got herself all pretty for you!" "You certainly look different! And this is going to last how long?" "Two years," mom said quickly, "plus the pregnancy, but we told you that. After that, who knows?" "Well, I don't understand why you want to do this, that's for sure!!" "The money dad," I said quickly, "it's only for the money!" "Assuming you win, but what if you don't? Then what?" "Then I'll go back to being myself," I said boldly, convinced that was true. Mom harrumped, and motioned for us to sit down and eat. Just the feeling of sitting there like that with my father across the table was very strange, even more so than the boobs and panty. He had not reacted the way I expected, and even though he had agreed to let me try this, I expected him to go ballistic when he saw me. But, he didn't; he didn't even say a word when mom told him the my new name was Susan! All he did say, which sounded ominous to me, was.... "Since this is the way you'll be, for a while anyway, how did you plan on starting school in the fall? We expect you to attend classes, even if you stay at a community college. Did you account for that?" "Well... ummm, no, I thought that...." "That you could put it off?" Dad asked, "Not going to happen! We have planned on you getting a good education, and while this... change is certainly different, I can't see any reason for you to skip two years of college just so you can play dress up! You wanted this, and now you have it. How you manage everything else is up to you! Just make sure that you are enrolled and attending by the time school starts! You have.... what? Two months?" "I'll help her," mom said quickly, "but I agree. Putting off school is not an option." That night as I undressed for bed, mom came into my room, sat on the bed, and told me that she would contact our attorney to see about a legal name change! "I think that it's the only way for you to be able to enroll. You'll need to provide your records, and they all say that you are a boy, but if we change your name they won't have any choice. And we'll see about a new drivers license. Okay?" It seemed that my future had been mapped out the moment I presented the contest rules to my parents, enabled by my mother and enforced by my father. I had almost no input, because up to that point, I had been wrong every time! I had assumed that I could just get dressed up once in a while, then present myself as pregnant, but that folly was quickly sent down the tubes by my mother when she told me all of the things I had to learn. With a sigh, I cleaned the table, did the dishes, then went back in my room. All I could do was stare at my reflection, at the girl standing there. Then I decided to take a good look at what I had underneath the clothes, and got undressed. Looking at my nude body, seeing a girl standing there, was very strange. Roundness where there had been angles, a smallish triangular tuft of hair where Mr. Happy had been, and breasts hanging on my chest. I ran my hands up and down my body, feeling the soft breasts, the wider hips, rounder butt, and lastly, that triangle of hair. My fingers explored what was there, gently opening the twin lobes before I tried to insert my finger, then suddenly, it went in! I quickly yanked it out and flopped back on the bed. My finger could go in?! I lay there for a moment, then it hit me. If my finger could go in, a guy could.... no way! I was laying there like that when mom walked in on me. "That's good Susan, you should explore your new parts." How in the hell did she know that!? "You need to be familiar with your body! The reason I came in here is to tell you why the need for the panty liners, and explain certain things about feminine hygiene." What followed was, in a word, gross. Mom explained the need for being clean, the fact that some women "leak," when they use the restroom, and finally, how to use a tampon! For the life of me I could not figure out why I needed to know that, but she insisted that I try it; so, with her standing right there, and doing what she told me, in it went! You could say that I almost fainted right then and there! I started to yank it out, but... "You might as well leave it in honey. When you shoved it in, it broke a membrane which will allow the blood to start flowing, rather soon I would think. You are about to have your first period! Isn't being a girl just wonderful?" "Yeah, great mom." I said sarcastically, "having periods was really high on my list." "Well, until you actually get pregnant, you'll get to enjoy this once a month, just like the rest of us do, so you might as well get used to it! We all do you know!" "Isn't that a bit over the top? I mean... me? With the monthlies?" "Get a nightgown and go to bed Susan. We have a big day tomorrow." All night I could feel that very feminine thing inside of me, and as I tossed and turned I tried to come to grips with what had happened, but big things were obviously in store for me, which I found out when mom got me up the next morning. At her direction, I was wearing only panties and a bra, a blouse and a skirt when she dragged me to her salon, telling me on the way there that I was about to get "the works," whatever that was. I assumed it meant getting my hair and nails done, but noooo. Mom merely smiled as I was led away by a young girl, a gossamer smock in my hand. After I got out of the sauna, well, I felt like I was a well done chicken! From there it was a shower, then I was allowed to put on my panties and given a robe that was longer, and a bit warmer. From there it was a visit to the waxing table. That was lots of fun. Then came the stylist chair. She cut, trimmed, rolled my hair in rollers, spritzed, and combed for almost half an hour before she set me under the dryer, which is when the manicurist showed up. She too went to work on me, quickly cleaning, filing, sanding and adding some kind of paste, molding it, then filing and sanding some more until I had a beautiful set of modestly long nails that had been painted in a shade of red. Just as I was told they were dry, I was whisked back to the stylist chair for more brushing, trimming, spraying and so on. Then it was off to the makeup lady, who had me lay back, then waxed my eyebrows into what she said was a "delightful," shape. Then I was painted and brushed like a painters canvas, until at last, she announced that I could get dressed. In the locker room, It felt like my skin was maybe a bit softer, but after I got dressed and looked in the mirror, well, there was no sign of the old me. Every trace had been not just removed, but stomped out in total eradication! It's a sad day when you lose yourself, but, with effort, if I could find a way to accept it, it could also mean a rebirth of sorts. I stood there staring at myself, realizing that mom might have had been right all along. If you look like a girl, think like a girl, act like a girl, and function like a girl, then you're probably a girl! In her mind it was simple; in mine, very confusing, but as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I had to admit that she was on to something. Gathering myself, I strolled out of the room with a forced, but proud sway, a new smile on my newly made up face. There was only one conclusion I could draw from what had happened to me... in just two days. My mother had taken me at my word, and with the determination of a General, had made it possible for me to not only live, but look, and function, like a female in every sense of the word. As I had gotten dressed in the locker room, I felt revived in a way; my dreams of being able to look pregnant not only a mere but distant possibility, but more likely probable. During my five hours in the salon, every nerve ending had been massaged in a way that only increased my status as a girl; from my smooth silky skin to my hair, nails and makeup, they had managed to create the new me, and to be truthful, I could not say that I didn't like it. I had never envisioned myself looking that good, yet I did, and it gave me a new confidence in myself. That's why I walked out the way I did. My mother, who had not stayed for my transformation, looked a bit shocked when she saw me, but she quickly smiled, grabbed both of my hands, then hugged me! "You look fantastic! Gorgeous!" "They do good work mom." "Lets get some lunch, then I want to show you something." With every step I took, I could feel my breasts moving, my skirt swaying back and forth, and felt the cool air on my legs, and the taste of the lipstick, which, combined with the scent of the perfume, made me feel very feminine. Later, after lunch, she took me to her jeweler, who fitted me with a ring that was white gold, a sapphire centered in it, with a dainty design etched on the band. Another ring was given to me; it had a small opal and two small diamonds on it. "All girls your age have at least two very nice rings. The one with the opal was your grandmothers. She gave it to me, and now I have given it to you! It's always given to the eldest daughter." I was dumbfounded! Yet, as I looked at my hands, the glittering sparkle of those rings only added to my growing sense that I was indeed, becoming a girl. A wave of emotion washed over me as I fingered my grandmothers ring, my remembrances of her nothing but pleasant and heart warming. For me to be the bearer of her ring was almost more than I could stand, and I felt the tears of my emotion starting to well up. Mom could see how I was reacting, and took me into her arms. "Don't cry honey. Grandma gave me that ring two days after your father and I got married, telling me that some day I could give it to my daughter. I had to wait a while, but here you are, so I want you to wear that ring the same way I did. With pride, and also, determination. Your grandmother was a very successful woman, and I hope that you have that same determination, to not only see this through, but succeed as a woman as well. Maybe later on you can pass it on to your daughter! Now, lets pick out a bracelet and necklace that suits you!" I settled down, and later, as we left the store it hit me. "Pass it on"... to my daughter! The contest that started all this was beginning to fade into memory as each step in my transformation was taken; I was overwhelmed at what had happened to me, and even though I knew that I looked good enough, I was still struggling to cope not only with how I looked, but also, the plain fact that I had virtually become a woman. That knowledge hit me like a sledge hammer, and I realized just how important it was for me to live up to my mothers expectations. I smiled to myself when I knew that I would do my best. That single revelation gave me the opportunity to not only accept what I had become, but also, the right to try and enjoy it! Right after we left the jewelry store, mom and I went to get me a new drivers license, and surprising me, they asked no questions, merely issuing a new license, female clearly marked on the front. By the time dad got home I was such a girl! Since there was no sign of the old me, and given the fact that I not only looked and functioned like a female, I had the added burden of my grandmothers legacy to live up to. In every sense of the word she was a lady first, and a talented Interior Decorator second. I was not about to let my memory of her be disgraced in any way, and vowed to do my very best. My father looked even more shocked than the day before, but he took it just about as well. Mom told him that I had a new drivers license, and she would see about changing my name legally so I could attend school. His demeanor changed a bit when she said that, but he realized it was the only way I could attend college, and without a word, nodded his head. He didn't say it, yet the look was on his face. How could any normal guy do what I was doing, and seem to like it? It was a question without a clear answer, at least none that I could offer. During the weeks before I started college, mom put me to work in her office as a receptionist, which meant that I not only had to look good and dress nice, I also had to act the part, which in effect, forced me to learn the mannerisms girls use. Like sweeping your skirt when you sit down. How to stand, use my hands and so on. Looking the way I did, it did not feel quite as strange as I expected when I acted that way, and each day I became more attuned to what it means to be a female. From how the guys looked at me, to how I handled the flirting from those same guys. As each day passed and I became more natural in my movements, I developed the very strong sense that after learning all this, any chance of return to being a boy was fading fast, and I had not yet started college! I was enrolled and started classes, just another girl among the many, which was just fine with me. Being part of the crowd conferred a bit of anonymity, which would help if I made any outlandish and/or stupid mistakes. But, as time went on, I grew less and less concerned about being found out, and more and more began to wonder if the guys in the class were brain dead. As far as I could see, not one guy had hit on any girl in the class! Not that I was interested of course, but it made you wonder. About four months after this all started, it happened to me. "Hi Susan. I don't know if you remember me. I'm Jeff... from History?" "Hi! I remember you... down front...middle?" "That's me. I was wondering if you would like to get a slice... after school?" "Sure," I said, "that would be nice." As he walked away I realized that I had accepted his offer without even thinking about it! My first date such as it was! I figured getting a slice in a pizzeria would be safe enough. I called mom and told her I would be missing dinner, and why. All she told me was to have a nice time! I expected a grilling! Jeff picked me up after school and we went to a local place that was popular with kids our age. He was very attentive, and we traded stories about families, work and so on. I worked for mom in the morning, he worked in the offices of a local factory. Both of us were obviously on the lowest rung of the corporate ladder. Jeff was funny as well as nice looking, and I found myself reacting to him in the strangest way. I was laughing at his jokes, flipping my hair and smiling a lot! Everything a girl out with a nice guy would do! In a way, I was relieved, because I knew that at the very least, I looked good enough to attract a guy. I also knew that I had crossed the line between what it meant to be a male and female. Jeff put his hand on mine, and I let it stay there, wondering where this date would go, if anywhere, then... "How about we go to that new club, over on Fourth this Saturday? I hear it's really nice." "Sure," I said, "what time?" "Can I pick you up at six? We'll have a nice dinner then hit the club?" By the time I got home all I could think about was the way he had looked at me, and of course, what I was going to wear on Saturday! My excitement must have shown through, because mom wanted all the details, which I gave her, then I told her we had a date for the weekend, and needed another trip to the salon, so she made the appointment for me. On Saturday morning I once again found myself at the mercy of the girls working at the salon, and endured the same waxing, hair, nails and makeup routine, and once again, I looked fabulous when I left. At home I luxuriated in a bubblebath, then began to get dressed. I had bought a cute red dress that fit like paint, and with my red bra and panty set, by the time I put on my earrings and jewelry, added perfume and stepped into the sling back heels, well, I felt like I had it all! My dad saw me first, and I saw his eyes bug out a little. "Just what kind of date is this!?" "Just an average date, why?" "It looks like that dress is a little tight to me, that's why!" "Makes it harder for him to get into then doesn't it?" "Don't take that tone with me young lady!" "Oh daddy, I'm just kidding! We're just going to dinner and a club later! That's all!" "But it's a date... with a guy!" "Of course! Don't I look good enough to go out?" "You already know you do, it's just..." "Susan looks very nice," mom said, "and you know it! And there's no reason for her to stay home every weekend! She should be out having a good time just like all her friends!" Looking at me... "You be home by one, and I mean it!" "Sure mom. One it is." Dinner was great, and we had a good time dancing at the club, where I met some of his friends. Later, when he pulled up in front of my house, he slipped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to him, then kissed me. Not a gentle blush of a kiss, but one that was eager and full of tension. His tongue slipped into my mouth, then I felt his hot breath of desire in my ear, and I had instant goose bumps, but did not pull away. I didn't even think of doing that. By the time I went in the house I was shaking. As I lay in bed, I knew that my evolution from male to female was virtually over, and the thought that I might lay with a man as a woman no longer a dreaded scenario, but something that was becoming more than a possibility. Any thoughts that I had of returning to what I was before had evaporated somewhere during my transition, only I had not realized it. I had become a young lady, almost to the core. Dad didn't ask much, just how was the date and so on. But while mom was silent, I knew that her turn was coming. Just out of bed, I didn't look quite as nice as the night before, my hair a mess, a long flannel nightgown, and ugly blue slippers, yet I felt fulfilled in a way. After mom and I cleaned up the kitchen I went to get dressed, my usual jeans and a top the order of the day. It was laundry day. As mom and I sorted things out, I filled her in on my date, excluding that bit of a romp in the car. But while she was born at night, it wasn't last night, so I'm sure she knew anyway. Thankfully she didn't press the issue. After that, I became more and more feminine in my movements, actions, and responses, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Jeff and I went out two more times, each ending in a make out session that seemed to last longer and longer. I knew that he wanted more, that was evident by the bulge in his pants, but I resisted taking that last step... touching his member, only he had other ideas. It was a Saturday night, we were deep into it, when he put my hand on it and held it there. I was quivering in passion, and did not immediately yank it away, which is when he let it loose and put my hand on it again... and I held it. There is no way to describe my emotions at that moment. He wanted me to do something for him, and I found myself not only willing to try it, but in a sense, eager. I didn't even think about being a boy, the consequences, or anything else, just him, and his needs. He wanted me, and I loved having him want me. So I did it. First my hand, the gentle stroking that brought him to a fever pitch, then more. Never in my life had I considered doing that, yet it seemed so natural! He erupted, leaving me with the knowledge that I not only could, but probably would, lay with a man... this man. I lay in bed that night smiling. The contest that started all this was a memory quickly growing dimmer each passing day, yet I had to complete my journey, if for no other reason that to prove to myself that I was not only a woman, but one that would experience being pregnant. That's the exact moment when I decided to seduce Jeff, and have him be the father of my baby. There are no visible signs when a woman concedes herself to a man, yet somehow my mother knew. Call it mother's intuition, but she knew that I had pleasured Jeff in a way popular with many girls my age, and she told me she knew! "Being with a man can be fun Susan, pleasing him even more fun, but guys are the hunters, and we are the prey. They hunt us for satisfaction, which can sometimes lead to marriage, and children of course, but first and foremost, they are sensory driven by the need to find a mate. Apparently Jeff has chosen you, and you have reciprocated his feelings, which is good, given what has become of you, but remember when I told you that once you started down this path I doubted that you could go back to what you were? Can you honestly say that you could do that? No dear, you have become a woman in almost every sense of the word! And now that you have... helped him? I think it's time that we reevaluate what the goal is. You started this so you could experience what it's like to be pregnant, right? But do you really think that you could fake a pregnancy, Jeff being the proposed father I assume, and have him not find out it was all fake?! I don't think you can hurt him like that... can you? You probably love him too much for that to happen, and I know that you're a better person than that." I suddenly burst into tears, a sobbing bend at the waist convulsion that hit me hard. Mom had hit the nail right on the head; I realized that I had come to love Jeff, and I would never ever hurt him. She simply held me in her arms until I had gathered myself, hugging me like a child until the hurt went away. "I guess," mom said softly in my ear, "that we'll just have to find out how to make you a real girl, won't we?" Revelations can be harmful, or sometimes, enlightening, depending on the situation. The mere fact that mom had said it out loud wasn't quite the shock it might have been, because I already knew that I could not become what I was, ever again. I had somehow become a woman in mind and spirit, the appliances only creating the illusion that it was true; now I had no choice but to start a new journey, one that would allow me to not only become a wife, but maybe even a mother someday. "Honey, you can't get pregnant, not like I did anyway, right? And I'm assuming that Jeff hasn't been with anyone else... so... if you wanted to make him really happy, he wouldn't have anyone to compare you to. What I mean is...." "I get it mom. He and I could sleep together and he might not know the difference, if there is any." "Call and find out! I mean, that lady did say it was the very best on the market, maybe..." "I'll find out mom." Two weeks later I succumbed to what Jeff thought were his advances, but I had planned it all out, right down to my bra and panties. As we made love I found myself not only loving him more, but eager to find new ways to turn him on, and I did. His stamina surprised me a bit, but we merged that night, becoming not two, but one. It was a very intense feeling, knowing that I had given myself to him, to let him lay on me and enjoy my gift, the sense that he loved me more than any other, and wanted me, over and over. Just to touch him, to stroke his chest, rub his back, and hold him, was more than I ever thought possible, let alone anything else I would ever do. With our clothes strewn around the bed, I scampered into the bathroom, the need for those panty liners clearly evident! I was leaking! After a quick shower, and returning to the room, I saw Jeff laying on the bed, on his back, almost asleep! I couldn't allow that, so I climbed on the bed, and with due diligence, aroused him once again, rewarded with one last gasp from his member. Then I shoved him into the shower. My days became tedious after that as I started taking hormones and using lasers to remove what small beard I did have. Four months later Jeff asked me to marry him, but I had a secret, and just could not bring myself to marry him, not with a lie that big between us. I wanted to tell him but was afraid that he would reject me the minute he found out, which led to a lot of crying. It was my father that cut right to the chase so to speak. "Jeff is a very nice young man Susan, and he has to know. If he runs away, then you'll know what kind of man he really is. If he stays, then you'll know that he loves you for the person you are rather than what he thinks is true. Call him right now, and lets get this over with. You mother and I will be here with you, just in case. Call. Now." And that was the end of that discussion! I called, and Jeff showed up an hour later, looking very confused. I had told him that we had a very serious matter to discuss. "Jeffrey," dad intoned, "we all know that you're in love with Susan, and we all know that she loves you more than life, but there are some things that you have to know before this goes any further." Dad looked at me. I had to be the one to tell him. "Jeff... honey... I love you dearly, you know that. But I'm not what you think I am. I was born a male. I'm a female now, but..." "A guy!? You're a guy!?" "Think about that Jeffrey!" I almost yelled, "How many times have we... you know that I'm a girl!" "Yeah, I guess," he said, suddenly sheepishly. "I can't have babies Jeffrey; I'm not built for it." "What Susan is saying," mom added, is that she started life as a boy, but became a girl, the girl you say that you're in love with. She could have simply not told you, but she couldn't bring herself to do that. It was her decision to tell you. Susan will make someone a wonderful wife, the question is, will it be you? Can you accept her or not?" "But we... and you were... is this a joke?" "She would not joke about something like this Jeffrey. It's true." Mom sounded very serious. "So... all that's different is you can't have babies?" "No, but I can fake it if you want!" "Fake it?" "Trust me. There is a way for me to look pregnant, really pregnant; like a woman my age could be." "And," dad said, "if you agree, to let her look pregnant that is, and swear you're the father of course, there is a very strong possibility that you two could start out with almost a hundred grand in the bank!" "What! How?" "There is a contest. Susan is capable of meeting all the requirements, but she can only do it if you agree to it." "So.. what? You just show up pregnant?" "Jeffrey," dad said, "the only question here is not about a pregnancy. The question is do you love our daughter enough to see past what she was, and accept her for the woman she is now, or not! If you can't, then I doubt that you're the right man for her; but if you love her enough, then it won't matter, will it?" Jeff was in a tough spot and we all knew it. He wanted to ask so many questions but was afraid to. I stood up, grabbed his hand, and took him out on the patio, shutting the door behind us. I told him how I felt about him, and simply asked if he felt the same way. "You know I do! It's just..." "What?" I asked. "That I'm different? I didn't want to fall in love with you, but it happened. I didn't want to tell you this either, but I had to! How could I keep a secret this big?! You know I couldn't, and I wouldn't do it if I could!" I grabbed his arm, and... "Jeff, we have made love, and I know we both enjoyed it, so it's not that, what is it?" "I guess I'm just surprised! You're so... girl!" "That's the point Jeffrey! You asked me to marry you, and I really want to say yes, you know that, but this was so important that I had to tell you first! If you can accept the fact that I can't have babies, of my own anyway, then I'll gladly say yes to being your wife!" "Tell me about this pregnancy thing again." I went through it, the prizes and so on, then told him that if we were to just get married, and I showed up pregnant later, then nobody would know the difference. I could say we lost the baby, whatever. "My mother would not be very happy if we just ran off and got married Susan, and I doubt your parents would like it either. What if you were pregnant before we got married?" "So.. what does that mean? You still want to marry me?" "Of course! I'm not that stupid honey. You know I love you, and this bit about not being born a girl, we'll just keep that to ourselves, okay? Besides, my mother adores you, and hearing something like that wouldn't be very good. We'll keep it just between us, okay?" I jumped in his arms and smothered him with kisses, then he held me back. "You know what this means don't you?" "What?" I asked. "We'll have to keep practicing...to make sure you get pregnant!" "You're right! Lets tell my folks, then we can tell yours!" And so it went. We announced our engagement, and started making plans for the wedding. Jeff and I did "practice," a few more times, and I went to get fitted with the panty made to help me look pregnant. We got married two months later, and a bit after that, I started showing. Jeff doted on me during those moments when I got cranky from the extra weight, but all in all, mom was right about that. Me? I loved it. His parents, expecting a baby, had started to buy children's toys and so on, and we both just hated the idea that we would not have a baby as such. It was a joint lie that we had to hold onto so we could win all that money. At the judging, I was a full nine months pregnant. By then I had my own boobs, and butt, only the fake pregnancy between me and a new life. I came in second to a very flamboyant drag queen, but it was still, $75,000 was a lot of money. On the way home I got a call from the lady that had fitted me with the appliances. "Susan! I heard you came in second! Congratulations! Listen, if you're interested, as luck would have it, one of the girls that works for me is about to have a baby, any day now I think, and being single, she cannot keep it. I mentioned you and Jeff, and she is willing to let you have the baby. Are you interested?" "Hell yes! Tell her we'll take it!" "Stop by and we'll talk." Jeff and I went to meet with her, and we all agreed that Jeff and I could have the baby. On the very day she delivered I was drained and fitted with a new panty, then picked up the baby at the hospital. Since I also looked as if I had just given birth, it wasn't a stretch to allow his parents to greet their grandchild without arousing suspicion. My father also went bananas when he held our son in his arms. After a few weeks of seeing family every day, with my son in tow, I started to turn into my mother. Ten months later I had the surgery to become a real woman, mother, and wife. We told everyone that I had to have a total hysterectomy. Jeff and I have adopted a daughter to add to our happy clan, and Jeff dotes on her all the time. Pregnancy is not anything like I thought it would be, except for the waddling about, peeing all the time, and those ugly dresses. Motherhood is where it's at, all that love floating around! Two kids, and a husband that was strong enough to love me to death and proves it quite often. What more could a girl want?