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I pulled up the new pantybrief, making sure there was no bulge, then
went in the bath to do my makeup, no longer just a mere slash of red
lipstick like when I was younger, but instead, full facial makeup. I
had grown tired of hiding all the time, sneaking around, stealing the
chance to dress up when I could, and decided to put an end to it, and
now that I had the perfect opportunity, well, I couldn't let it pass.
Finishing my makeup I went into my room, wrapped the corset around
myself, fastened the busk, then pulled the laces tight enough to give
me a very nice shape, especially with the padded brief I had on. After
padding my bust, I momentarily thought about wearing my one and only
skirt and blouse, but decided on the dress and took it out of the
closet. After I had the pantyhose on I slipped the dress over my head
and zipped it up, making sure it was straight before I brushed out my
hair. The addition of the fall gave me hair that fell across my
shoulders, and really changed the way my face looked. After stepping
into the low heels, I took a moment to put on some earrings, a choker
necklace, then a dab of perfume and my lipstick. When I was ready, I
grabbed my purse, took a deep breath, and walked out of my room and
into the kitchen.
Dad dropped his fork and mom just sat there with her mouth open,
watching as I poured myself some juice, then as I sat down at the
table....
"This is different," mom said brightly, "and even though you are a very
pretty girl, why are you dressed this way?"
"That's a very good question," dad added, "care to tell us why in the
hell you're dressed this way?"
"It's a protest dad, all the guys are doing it."
"I see. Just what are you protesting?"
"They let the girls wear shorts or skirts, while they make us wear
pants and ties, even in the hottest weather. They even refuse to let us
wear shorts, so we're all wearing skirts or dresses to protest!"
"I see," dad said. "Let me get this straight. You're wearing something
to give you that shape, pantyhose and certainly a bra, which is more
than you usually wear, and is probably hot, not to mention
uncomfortable, just to make them change a policy so you can wear
shorts?"
"Yeah, that's the idea."
"Then why the makeup and wig?" dad wanted to know.
"Or a bra and heels," mom added.
"I just thought it would add to the effect, to help make a point,
that's all, really!"
"If you say so," dad said with a smirk, "have a nice day...is it
Stephanie now?"
I didn't respond to that, hearing him still chuckling as I left the
house, but I knew something he didn't, and smugly went to school, my
secret still intact. I saw about ten guys wearing skirts, and a few in
dresses as I walked into the school, grinning, extremely glad to know
that I wasn't the only one who wore a dress, and went to class. The
reaction when people saw me ranged from silence to giggles, but since
everyone knew about the protest, nobody laughed out loud. Our protest
lasted about two hours. A bit later, all of us that were dressed in
girls clothes got called into the office to face a very angry
principal.
"Well!" she started. "Just look at all the new girls we have in school
today! Anybody care to tell me what this is all about?"
"The girls," Frank said firmly, "get to wear shorts or skirts, no ties,
and you have us stuck in pants and ties, even when it's really hot!
That's why we're doing this! It's like your taking sides! Your a girl,
so why can the girls wear something cool? Why can't we? It's like
you're taking sides!"
"Yeah," Sammy added, "it's only material, everything we have on meets
the dress code, and this way we're not breaking your stupid rules!"
"So!" she said with a grin, "you're all aware of the dress code? If
this is a protest, why are you," she asked pointing at everyone but me,
"not in complete compliance with the dress code and all decked out
like...Stephan, or is it Stephanie today? At least he's trying to meet
the dress code by wearing a complete outfit, including lipstick and
even some perfume! That's more than a protest I think, but at least....
she, if I can use that term, is the only one here that's in complete
compliance with the dress code!"
"I only did it to try and fit in," I said quickly, I didn't want the
guys to think...
"Well," she said looking around at all of us, "I can't just let this
pass, but all of you obviously think my decision was a bit harsh or you
would not have done this. Maybe I'll amend it so that on the hot days
you boys can forget the ties and wear shorts; however, I just can't let
this blatant slap at my authority pass without doing something, can I?
I have to make an example out of someone." Then she looked right at me!
"What I cannot understand is why you decided to do this right now,
knowing that cooler weather is coming! In a few months this would be a
mute question wouldn't it? But, since Stephan here is the only one that
saw fit to go all out, and I have no choice but to exert my authority.
I don't have any choice but to punish someone won't I?" Moving so she
stood right in front of me... "I think that maybe some time dressing as
a girl every day is in order, and since you're the only one that went
all out, you're it! You're going to be the example. You will attend
school every day from now until the end of the year dressed as a girl,
and if your parents have any questions about this they can call me.
Maybe the rest of you will think about what your friend is going
through before you pull a stunt like this again! Now get back to
class!"
Rumors in a high school spread faster than a computer virus, and almost
before I got to class everyone seemed to know my fate. What they didn't
know, because I was doing my best to hide it, was that I was overjoyed.
I loved dressing up as a girl, so having to do it every day was a dream
come true, but believe me, I really, really did my best to hide. By the
time I got home almost everyone had started calling me Stephanie, and I
endured some teasing, but not from very many of the guys. They were
probably afraid they would have to do the same thing I guess. Even the
freaks and geeks, the nerds and jocks left me alone, but the minute I
walked in the house after school, mom was right in my face, and she did
not look very happy.
"It looks like you'll get to dress up as a girl every day now, and it's
my guess is that you didn't fight it one bit, did you?" Without waiting
for me to respond... "Your father didn't get it this morning, but I
certainly did! Like where did all the clothes come from? Everything you
have on looks like it fits you perfectly, your makeup was a lot better
than any boy could manage if he was just trying it for the first time,
and the way you did your hair? Not with a wig but a fall? Just how did
you figure out how to do all these things, and have all the right
clothes? Unless you've been dressing up in secret?" My dream instantly
became a nightmare as mom pointed at a chair and told me to sit down.
"I want the truth.... and I want it right now! You have been dressing
up in secret, right?"
"Yeah," I said sourly, "once in a while I guess." Mom had figured it
out without any trouble at all!
"And that's why you had everything you needed this morning."
"Yeah."
"The principal called me this morning and told me that she had to make
an example of someone, and since you were the only one that she said
was completely dressed up, which I find very interesting, she told me
that you'll be attending school as a girl for the rest of the year! Do
you have any idea what that's going to cost us?! What it's going to do
to the family? What your father is going to do when he finds out?"
"Mom, I can qui..."
"Be quiet!" mom was pacing the floor, then I saw her eyes light up and
I had the feeling that whatever she was thinking, it was going to be
bad. "It's seems obvious to me that you want, or more likely, feel that
you have to dress up as a girl or you wouldn't have all those clothes
and be able to look the way you do, so I'm thinking that maybe we
shouldn't fight the school on this and let you do just that! I think
becoming a girl is exactly what we're going to let you do, and believe
me, I'm going to make sure that you find out what it's like to be a
girl, in every way I can think of! In fact, I think I'll call Betty and
tell her that I have just discovered a girl that can't wait to be one
of Angela's bridesmaids, then we'll talk about how hard it's going to
be for you to become a cheerleader or something like that!" Taking my
chin in her hand and looking right into my eyes, I saw that her eyes
were glowing, and she had what could only be described as an evil grin,
the type that only irate mothers can manage. "I promise that you are
about to become the quintessential high school girl in every way that
we can manage, and I'm going to make sure that by the time the year is
over you'll not only think you're a girl, I promise you that you'll
virtually be one! I don't like people that sneak around, you know that,
so maybe this will teach you a lesson! We'll just see how you like
being a girl after a few months of what I have in mind for you!"
It wasn't just bad, it looked like it might be a disaster! I liked to
dress up, but I didn't think I really wanted to be an actual girl, yet
mom had just told me that it was going to happen no matter what I said!
As far as making the cheer leading team, I had zero chance of that,
even if I did dare to try out, which I wouldn't do, but I think she
already knew that, just saying it to make me scared. After being told
not to change, I had to wait until dad got home. After he heard the
news, he was caught between laughing so hard that he almost threw up
and his anger which bubbled up rather quickly as soon after he regained
his composure. He listened as mom told him what had happened that day,
then worse, all about my dressing up in secret, which was why I had
everything I needed to be a girl when I went to school that morning.
Then she icily outlined what she had in mind, glancing at me as both
dad and I heard what she was telling us what was going to happen.
"I'll make the arrangements, then she and I will go out Saturday
morning and take care of some of the basics, then I'll get her a few
outfits to wear. After that she and I will make a visit to the salon
where I promise both of you that I'll get her all fixed up in ways she
never imagined! I found a skirt and blouse in her room, so she can wear
that tomorrow when we go out. We'll have all weekend, which is plenty
of time to get her all fixed up, and I guarantee that by Monday morning
nobody will know that she was ever a boy!"
I said nothing while dad sat here glaring at me, stewing, probably
wondering why I liked to dress as a girl, and why I was stupid enough
to let anyone find out. When he found out that I had been dressing up
as a girl in secret, and worse, that the clothes I had worn were mine,
he had choked on that bit of news, but it really didn't matter, because
we both knew that mom was in command, and all he and I could do was sit
there and listen to her. Both of us also knew that our lives had
changed, only neither of us knew exactly how much. I went to school the
next day dressed as a girl, and while I took some ribbing about it,
most kids either laughed, ignored me, or treated me as if it didn't
matter. I was taken in the office and given a new ID card for the
school, complete with a new picture, which was the only thing I owned
with my girl name on it. Mom picked me up at school after lunch, taking
me across town, mysteriously keeping silent about our destination. Only
the grin on her face told me that whatever she had in mind, I was
either going to love it a lot, or hate it more than anything. The sign
on the shop was pretty small and I just caught a glimpse of it, but
once we were inside, I was greeted by the sight of a guy that was at
least six foot tall, completely dressed as a woman, and wearing way
more makeup than he should have!
"Hi! This must be Stephanie?" Mom nodded her head yes, and he took me
by the elbow, steering me into the back of the store. "Your mother
tells me that you'll be dressing as a girl until the end of the school
year."
"Yeah. I'm being punished."
"Oh, I doubt that honey. I've been doing this since I was younger than
you, and believe me, I can already tell that you love it. Let me tell
you what I do here. I sell things that make boys look like girls, and
if you're going to school as a girl, then I'm sure that you'll really
want to be as realistic as possible, ....just for your own protection,
right?"
"Yeah, I guess, but..."
"Can you take you blouse and bra off for me please?" While I did what
he said, Lisa he said his name was, took several boxes from a shelf,
then opened each one. They were breast forms! "Lets try this one for
color, then we'll work on size and fit".
It took about half an hour to find the best ones, which were then glued
to my chest with some kind of special glue. Then she showed me a panty
that would make me look exactly like I had a girls happy place, and
once again going through the process of finding the right size and
color, Lisa helped me get it on, which was very embarrassing. It had a
pocket for my male parts, it was very well padded at the rear, giving
me a bubble butt, and made my hips and thighs a lot more in proportion,
and also made me look exactly like a girl once I had it on. Then as I
got dressed...
"Now, the panty will come off easier than the breast forms because it's
not glued on, except for the tabs at the rear, but I doubt if anyone
could tell the difference unless they were getting very close and very
personal. Also, since your mother has required that I make it so that
you will function as a girl, I'm obligated to mention that you will
function as a girl in every way...got it?" I did, or at least I thought
I did. "Because you'll function as a girl in every other way, that
panty has a six month supply of packets that will allow you to
experience the joy of having a period. You will have at least six
periods, maybe seven, it depends, because they work on body heat, and
like all girls, you never know how much flow you will have. I want to
make sure that you understand that this panty is designed to be
completely and fully functional, in every way, which means that you'll
absolutely have to start thinking like a girl. Any questions?"
"Fully functional? That mean's... if I can have periods, and I have to
insert...those....does that mean what I think it does?"
"That's exactly what it means Stephanie. You are now as close to being
a normal girl as a boy can get, which is done so you could feel more
feminine, and also as a reminder that you can get yourself into some
serious boy trouble if you're not careful. You can't get pregnant, but
be careful anyway! Go ahead and get dressed; I'll go talk to your
mother."
Mom was smirking when I walked out of the small room, then held the
door open for me. By the time we were in the car she told me that since
I was going to start having, "the monthlies", she would add certain
things to our shopping list. Without another word, she drove to her
salon, took me inside, then told some lady that I needed to have my
hair cut and styled, "easy to take care of," mom told her, "and do
something about her nails". Mom sat down to wait as I was led to a
chair. Being in a salon and getting my hair done was all new to me
although I had wondered about it many times, and as the lady worked on
my hair, I just sat there soaking it up. Mom thought she was, "teaching
me a lesson", but everything that had happened was more than I had ever
thought possible, especially that panty! By the time we left the salon
my once soft brown hair was a lustrous brunette, and my nails had been
shaped and painted a sort of reddish brown color. I sat there next to
mom wondering how far she was going to take this, but I was already so
far down the road that there didn't seem like there was any more she
could do!
"Now that I have made sure that you can't back out of this...this
nonsense, we are going to start getting you a few things each week, but
for now you need skirts and blouses, some dresses and shoes along with
some bras and panties, then we'll have to stop at the uniform store on
Tenth."
"Uniforms? Why do I need a uniform?"
"So you'll fit in of course!"
"Fit in?"
"Oh!" mom said with that sly grin of hers, "didn't we tell you? You'll
be working at the restaurant! Your father and I thought it would help
you get used to being around people dressed up as a girl, and besides,
you're going to have to start paying for the things you'll need
yourself. We'll go to the mall and get you a few things, then stop at
the uniform shop, and after that we're going to see Betty; she can
hardly wait to meet you."
As excited as I was about everything that had happened that morning,
having my Aunt Betty see me like that wasn't high on my list of things
to do. In fact, I didn't even like her, and the feeling was mutual. At
the store, mom and I bought more bras and panties, a few skirts and
blouses, more shoes and a couple of dresses, but no slacks of any kind.
At the uniform shop she picked up four of the dresses dad's waitresses
wore, and from there we headed for Betty's house. Betty was overjoyed
to see me dressed like a girl, and couldn't help herself as she kept
asking pointed questions about things like boyfriends, how many I would
have and so on. All I could do was sit there and take, which I did for
a while, but when I had all I could stand...
"At least," I said with a straight face, "I chose to be a girl, not
like you, mom, or Laurie, who are girls by accident of birth, but you
can be damned sure that if I did have a boyfriend, I wouldn't be
banging anyone but him! Not like some people I can name!"
That made her shut right up. Her face turned bright red and she balled
her fists, but she didn't say a word. That came from mom.
"Stephanie!"
"Who," I said a bit loudly, "in this family had a baby before they got
married, and who's pregnant right now by some guy, and she can't even
remember his name? I'm dressing as a girl because I was told I had to,
and maybe I might even like it, but I'm not going to take any more crap
from her or anyone else! And I am NOT, repeat NOT, going to be in
Laurie's wedding!"
"You'll do what you're told!"
"I'm not going to take any crap from those two, and I am still not
going to be in the wedding no matter what you do! The only way that
will happen is if you hogtie me and drag me into the church! You can do
whatever else you like, but that's final! I will NOT be in her wedding,
under any conditions!"
Mom was pissed, I was angry, and Betty was beyond words when we left
shortly after that. On the way home mom began ragging on me about what
I said.
"That was just plain cruel and you know it!"
"Yeah, but didn't Betty have Laurie before she got married? And isn't
Laurie pregnant? And didn't the two guys she named pass the dna test?
Proving they aren't the father? I'm right, but I'm the only one with
the balls to say it! Betty is my least favorite relative, and all she
does is get on my case because I'm still in school and doing well, and
can actually read a book! It's not my fault she can't hold a job, and
Laurie is a twit that'll lay down and screw any guy that shows her any
attention! I'm right and you know it, and I meant it when I said that I
wouldn't be in Laurie's wedding under any condition!"
Mom did not say anything, not right away, not until we were at home. We
were in my room putting things away when she said that I didn't have to
be in the wedding, not if I felt like I did, which is when I thanked
her, then told her that I did like being a girl, and confirmed once
again that there was no way I was going to be in that wedding under any
circumstance. Then she told me that I would have one week before I
would have to insert the first of those tampons that Lisa told me I
should use. It was my first victory. I put the new things away,
removing my boy clothes as I went, managing to save very little. A few
Tees and such, but not much else. I changed into a pair of shorts and a
tee that I tied above my waist, added a barrette, and walked out to
help mom with dinner.
That was the beginning of my life as a girl. At school, since everyone
knew why I was dressed that way, I did not suffer any of the usual
taunts that many others have experienced. But dressing as a girl every
day became so normal that any thrill I used to get while dressed up was
lost. And once the other girls saw me in the shower naked, and could
see for themselves that I wasn't a guy, they never complained about me
using their facilities. My dad however was having a very hard time with
my transformation. I could see it in his eyes every time he looked at
me, especially when I was wearing shorts, or maybe a short skirt or
dress. But he really freaked out when I started my first period at the
dinner table. He could not miss my distress or mom helping me with the
most intimate thing a girl can do!
As time went on, actually in a really short time, I began to see that
some of the guys were starting to see me as a girl, and were treating
me as one. But it was Stan who finally asked me out, and even I was
surprised when I said yes! That is when my dad finally told me to go
back to being myself.
"Dammit! I want my son back!"
"Oh my," mom said quickly, "Stephanie is here to stay! Surely you know
that, right? I mean, you do know that she is a girl in every way, and I
mean every way! She cannot be a boy ever again honey! Now, lets quit
all this fuss and find out about this boy Stan!"
Taking moms advice.... "Well, he's really big. Over six foot tall and
weighs about 230 pounds. He has brown hair and blue eyes, and this
lopsided grin that is so..."
"That's enough honey. We get the picture. He's simply yummy, right?"
There was no way I was going to answer that, especially with my dad
standing right there. But yes. I will admit that even I think he is
yummy, and almost every girl in the school thinks so too. It surprised
me to think he was hot, but after all that time as a girl, I sort of
grew into it. Yet I am the only one he has asked out so far! I wanted
to know why, but since I think that I am one of the prettiest girl in
the school, well, I knew why! Of course that is my hubris talking, but
I hold my own in the looks department, so why not.
My dad simply could not understand why I wanted to be a girl, and
frankly, I could not tell him why. It just is. I went to my room and
went online just as mom came into my room.
"I am sure that this young man is everything a girl wants, but I'll
remind you that even with all of those appliances, you are still a boy!
I just don't want you to get hurt honey."
"But I am a girl! All the kids think so, most of the other girls have
seen me naked, I'm having periods, just when do I stop being a girl?"
"Just be careful honey. Boys only have one thing on their mind, and it
isn't dancing! They are like explorers, and what they want to explore
is you, and I don't want any of that! No exploring! Understand?"
"I am NOT that kind of girl mother! But I might...."
"You might what? Let him touch you?"
"Mother! I am a 17 year old girl, and I am NOT a whore, even if he is
really cute!"
"Okay okay! I just wanted to hear you say it. Now then, tell me all
about Stan!"
Stan was very polite all evening, and while he held my hand all night
long I did not mind a bit. It was when he kissed me that I knew that I
was never going back to what I was before. I kissed him back and went
in the house, laying in bed going every minute of my first date. As I
lay there I knew that I wanted him to kiss me some more, and knew why!
I mean, all of my life had been as a boy, now, in just a few months of
living as a girl, plus all those years I had simply dressed up, I could
hardly remember that time when I was a boy. I am a girl, I feel like a
girl, I walk, talk, act, and sound like a girl, and I am even having
periods! I always wanted to be a girl, and now I have a guy that likes
me. I lay there smiling at the thoughts of what might be. I might be
his girlfriend! I fell asleep smiling at that thought.
I worked from 4 to 10 every day at the restaurant The short green
uniform dresses enhancing my legs and making my tips go up, but when I
padded my bra a little, well, I did even better. My dad was totally
unaware of what I was doing, but my mom knew right away. She didn't
make me stop, but she knew. Stan started stopping by to take me home
after work, which made my dad tense, but mom said it was okay, so he
would take me home, and I would kiss him... sometimes a lot. I could
tell that he wanted more, but that was absolutely out of the question,
although I was thinking about it.
Stan and I went out on a date, and that is when it happened. We were
deep into a passionate kissing session when he touched my breast, and
in a fit of joy, I touched him. That led to more touching, kissing and
touching, then he asked me to kiss it, and I did. Once that happened I
knew there was no turning back, so I did what he wanted, and really, it
was what I wanted to do too.
There was never any way that I was going to be a boy again anyway, so I
did what many girls do for their guys, and I enjoyed it! That surprised
me, but I knew that I would do it again, both because I am a girl and I
liked it and I know that he did too. My mother figured it out somehow.
I don't know how she knew what I had done, but she did.
"You took care of Stan didn't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean! You unzipped his pants and took care of
him! Right?"
"I can't get pregnant that way mother!"
"You can't get pregnant at all! No matter what!"
"Yeah, well, so what? We both liked it..."
"I understand honey, really, I do. I like it too, but the guys can use
us that way, so we have to be careful!"
Stan and I dated for quite a while but I never again did that for him,
and my life as a girl became mundane and normal for a girl my age. He
and I eventually split and as I approached my graduation I met Jason. A
few years later I completed my journey. Call me Stephenie.
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