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Jennifer
Janet L. Stickney
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By the time I reached the age of 21 I was out of college and also, I
had moved on from an accomplished crossdresser, to a complete woman. I
am fully able to go anywhere I like dressed as Jennifer without any
trouble at all. As I got ready to go out I once again set my breasts
free of their restraints and let them enjoy the comfort of my padded
bra. I reveled in the chance to once again totally enjoy being the
woman I always should have been. By the time I was ready I looked
deliciously feminine, and planned on having a very nice evening.
Early on... I carefully stepped out of the house and walked to the
strip mall not far from the house, my skirt swaying back and forth with
every step, my hair wafting in the slight wind, and the smell of my
perfume trailing after me. I was in heaven because I finally knew the
freedom of being the girl I want to be. By the time I got home I was
positive I was really a girl, but at age 13 there wasn't anything I
could do about it. All I could do was dress like a girl and relish the
precious few moments I had as a girl. By the time I was myself again my
mom came home from work and all seemed well again.
I worked at a small grocery bagging groceries, stocking shelves and so
on, which gave me a modest allowance with enough money to buy my girl
stuff. I was saving up for a padded pantybrief, one of the new gel
filled ones. On Friday night that week I was busy doing my homework
when my mom came into the kitchen and sat across from me.
"Marilyn saw you walking at the local mall last night. She said that
you were dressed up like a girl. She also said that you looked really
cute. I always knew that you were dressing up, but now that you are
starting to leave the house dressed as a girl, I have a right to know
her name. So please tell me her name."
I just sat there looking at her for a moment, then.... "Jennifer," I
said in a shaky voice.
"Jennifer. That is a very nice name honey. How many skirts do you
have?"
"Three."
"I see. Then this must be very important for you or you wouldn't have
spent that much money on skirts. Do you have any dresses?"
"No. I never needed one." Then, since I had to know, "How do you know?
About me?"
"Oh! Like I said, I always knew about your dressing up, but Marilyn was
at the camera shop when you walked by, and of course she knew who you
were right away, but she said that you looked simply delicious and cute
as all get out! Now then, since you don't have any dresses at all why
don't the two of us do some shopping tomorrow? We can get you a few
things that you need, like a couple of nice dresses. Okay?"
"But why? Why are you doing this? I mean..."
"Because if I don't help you then you'll keep doing on your own and
there is no way that I can allow that! There is no telling how you'll
look without proper supervision! If you want to be a girl, then fine,
but it'll be my way because I can teach you all the things girls need
to know. Now then, tell me what you think you need the most."
I had stepped into a setting that seemed surreal, and the person
sitting across from me only looked like my mother. I just sat there
trying to figure out her motives, because regardless of what she said,
I was scared. I heard her say that she would help me, but help me how?
She asked me what I needed most, but how do I tell her I need boobs? I
don't even own a bra because only a few girls my age have breasts, and
I don't even know any girls that have any real boobs. But I just turned
13 and I knew that most of the girls would begin to blossom real soon
if they haven't already started. So, boobs, and that padded pantybrief
for sure. Mom just sat there placidly looking at me without saying a
word, then....
"Afraid to tell me? Don't be. Just tell me what you think you need the
most."
"Boobs," I blurted out, "and a padded pantybrief. The new one! With gel
pads. And a bra. With boobs."
"Yes, I can see that, girls your age are starting to wear them, so you
should too. Okay then. Tomorrow you and I will go shopping. Be ready by
ten in the morning. Wear a skirt and blouse, and wear your white gym
shoes honey, we'll be doing a lot of walking. I'll help with your
makeup and hair. You don't need much makeup, maybe some blush and some
pale lipstick."
I was going out again, but not alone! I was going with my mom! A lot of
the kids know my mom, so how hard would it be to figure out who I
really am?! But my mother did not give me any options, so I knew
without a doubt that I was going shopping, with her, but dressed as a
girl!
I wore my denim skirt with my pink blouse, white sox and white shoes
and a bare minimum of makeup and my hair in a ponytail done up high on
my head. Mom didn't say a word as we left for the mall, but once we
were there she started shopping, and she bought everything on my list
as well as a few that were on hers. Like a dress for church! And
slightly higher heeled shoes! With my new breast forms and wearing a
bra, I felt than just wonderful, and by wearing the padded pantybrief
my clothes fit and hung so much better. I was thrilled at the way I
looked, especially with the brand new hoops in my ears. I was beyond
ecstatic.
The next morning mom told me to wear the polka dot dress with the cap
sleeves. It has a snug bodice. It was a dark green in color and looked
just spectacular on me. My only qualm was church. People know us there
and I wondered how my becoming a girl would go over with them. Mom
helped me with my hair which she fixed down rather than my usual
ponytail and I wore my new green and white drop earrings and a soft red
lipstick. I thought that I was the true vision of beauty.
The moment we walked in the church Kristen saw us and walked over.
"You look just fantastic! Better than we thought you would!"
"Who is we?"
Me and Stan of course! We saw you the other day by the strip mall. I
knew it was you right away but Stan didn't get it until I told him. He
thinks you're pretty hot! What do I call you?"
"Jennifer."
"Lets go help set out the treats for after mass!"
As we worked in the kitchen I felt as if I suddenly belonged. Kristen
did not flinch or say anything bad, so I felt safe with her. As Mass
let out she and I poured the coffee and tea, arranged the cookies, and
she introduced me to everyone. I never once felt out of place. Then
Stan was there in front of me.
"Hi. I'm Stanley."
"I'm Jennifer," I said softly.
"You look real nice."
"Can we come over later?"
"Sure, I guess it'll be okay."
I told mom that Kristen and Stanley knew who I was, and were coming
over later.
"Okay honey, just change into shorts and a top."
I quickly changed and just a bit later they showed up. Kristen was also
wearing shorts, but Stan looked uneasy. We were all age 13, and we all
know about boys and girls, but none of us were quite ready to act on
it. We just hung around for a bit, then Stan asked me the obvious
question.
"You going to school this way?"
"Not hardly! We only have less than a semester left, so no. Just on the
weekends I guess."
"You could," Kristen said softly, "go to the dances on Saturday, they
let everyone in, so why not?"
"I'll think about it."
They went home a bit later and I began the tedious and terrible task of
becoming myself again.
Day after day I was a boy but hated every moment of it, and I grew
closer to saying the hell with it and just show up as Jennifer, but my
mom always told me no. But on Saturday she told me to wear the red and
white belted polka dot shirtwaist dress with the white shoes. So I
changed clothes to what she told me, then she helped me with my hair
down again and gave me some white earrings, a bracelet and a necklace
to wear. I put on the deep red lipstick, and walked out of my room to
see Stanley standing there!
"Wow! You look.... Hi Jennifer!"
"Something came up and I can't go with you to the dance honey, so I
asked Stanley if he would escort you. You kids have a good time and be
home by midnight."
I had been set up by my own mother! But I wanted to go, and Stanley
would do just fine for my first 'date'. I smiled at him and took his
hand which sort of startled him, and we left for the few blocks we had
to walk. As we walked in we saw many of our friends, none of them knew
who I really was. I was thrilled. The music started, a slow dance, and
Stan swept me into his arms and led me to the dance floor. Up to that
point I never realized just how a guy holding you can make you feel so
feminine, and I was really feeling the power Stan was having over me.
We danced a lot and had a great time, and I even thought he might kiss
me while we were dancing but he didn't.
He walked me home and just as I was about to go inside, he suddenly
spun me around and kissed me! I ran in the house as excited as I had
ever been. As I got ready for bed I quivered with the excitement of it
all, especially that kiss. It took a long time for me to fall asleep
that night.
As time went on, in the two years following that first kiss, Stan and I
progressed from what we both knew about each other to what we meant to
each other, and that single goodnight kiss eventually led to a lot more
and I grew to think of him in ways that only girls think of boys, and
it must have been obvious because my mom mentioned it.
"Jenny, you're 15 now and we both know that you and Stanley want more,
and while you can provide more I would rather that you did not. I have
talked to our lawyer and the doctor. They will be making it possible
for you to attend school as girl, but we have to make a few changes
before that can happen, and right after school lets out we will attend
to that. But NO playing discovery with Stanley! You are a good girl!
Understand?"
I was both shocked and stunned to say the least, but nodded my head
yes. I was shocked that she knew that Stan and I were so close to
getting crazy. I wanted to please him, and would have, but I was
scared. Mom put an end to my dilemma.The very next week, as soon as I
was out of school for the summer, she and I saw the lawyer, who had
papers for me to sign that would change my name to Jennifer Ann! Then
the doctor prescribed some pills that he said would give me the body of
a girl, just after he did a bit of magic with my boy junk. He gave me
what looked just like a girls kitty! I had my own kitty!
"Your mother can help you with your hygiene Jennifer. From now on
nobody can say that you are not a girl. This is the address of a friend
that can help you with your breasts and other things."
Mom and I drove to the small shop, and that is where I was fitted with
the very best breast forms on the planet as well as some hip and bun
padding that gave me the perfect figure. By the time we got home I was
so excited that I almost couldn't stand it. Then mom stepped in.
"Your new kitty is not functional, in that penetration is not possible,
however, now that you look like a girl and have what seems like all the
right parts, I do not want you to experiment! With anybody, especially
Stanley. Understand?"
I ran down to see Kristen, eager to show her my new stuff. We were in
her room when I showed her, and her gasp made it clear that I looked
perfect. She and I walked to the mall to just stroll around. That was
the day that my true transition began, and I had my best friend Kristen
to help me.
"Stanley wants to jump your bones, you know that, right?"
"Yeah, I know, and it sounds like fun, but that is not possible. I only
look like a girl. My parts do not work like yours do."
"You can do other things, and you know what I mean."
"The answer is no Kristen. You wouldn't do it and I won't either."
During the next year my breasts quickly grew to a full B cup, my hips
filled out and my cute bubble butt got rounder and fuller. I never grew
a beard or developed the muscle mass guys have, and when I was 17,
almost 18, I finally gave in to those urges Stanley and I had held back
for all that time. When it was over he was gloating and I was glowing.
He was mine, and I was his. Soon after he turned 18 and graduated, he
joined the Marines! I was heartbroken as he left for his new adventure.
I also turned 18 but a bit later, and while he was away I became a real
woman, fully able to satisfy my man.
I started college to become a nurse and spent almost all of my time
studying, doubling up on my classes since I wanted to graduate early
and start my Masters program. Stan kept writing, his use of words quite
good in the ways he told me that he wanted me. He did not tell me where
he was or what he was doing, only that he had been promoted to captain!
Day after day it was study and sleep, until I got the letter that he
was coming home! A full year after my transition he gave me the date
and I planned our reunion very carefully, starting with that see-thru
red babydoll nightgown. I also showed Kristen who merely smiled. She
knows that I love him more then life.
My mother obviously knew what I was planning and merely grinned when I
showed her my purchase. On the day he returned home I was at the
airport to greet him, along with his parents. Only I was wearing a
knitted jersey dress without anything else on except earrings,
lipstick, and shoes, and that dress hugged every curve perfectly. His
mother knew what I was doing right away, but his dad had no clue. I saw
her grinning at me and I smiled at our shared secret. I saw him walking
off the airplane, so tall, handsome, and magnificent looking. I wanted
nothing more than to hold him tight. But his mom was first, then his
dad, then me. As he held me he could feel that I was naked under that
dress and grinned.
It was a painfully slow time as we all ate dinner together then, he and
I were finally alone. I touched his arm and we left for the hotel. I
changed into my babydoll while he removed his uniform. Then I saw him.
Over six foot tall, husky and strong, I moved closer, then he grabbed
me and touched me in places I had only dreamed of. It was the night he
and I had dreamed of since we were kids. He a strong handsome man and
me, an luscious young woman. In every respect it was wonderful and I
just knew that he was mine. We stayed in the room for two days
exploring every inch of our possibilities.
My journey is complete and I have it all.
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