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Gee, Thanks Janet L Stickney [email protected] "Just a bit of blusher, and some lipstick, and you'll be almost done! Let me do that, and we'll see how you look!" When she stood me in front of the mirror, I was in shock. The girl standing there didn't look like me at all, and all I could do was gasp! Fortunately, my mother understood how I felt, and let me soak in that vision before saying another word. "Well, it looks like it can be done, doesn't it?" "Yeah, but... mom! I look like a girl!" "That was the idea honey! If you look like this, just how many people will think you're a boy?" "None I guess, but this feels so weird!" "You'll get used to it, I promise!" "Not in this life time I won't!" "Well, for now, you'll be just fine, and you look simply gorgeous!" "Yeah, I guess, maybe, if you say so, but this is so.... I feel so weird mom! I mean, why do I have to be the one to do this? Why can't one of her friends do it? I mean, Janet has a lot of friends, so why am I the one wearing a dress?!" "Well," mom said as if I were dumb as a post, "Janet asked you to do it for her, and you did agree to it, right? And there is no reason to be ashamed of the fact that you love your sister enough to do something like this for her! Especially something like this! Now, hold still while I finish zipping up the dress, then you can put the shoes on and we'll see the whole new you!" The plain fact was that mom was right, and as much as I hated to admit it, I did look pretty good dressed up as a girl, and also, I could not deny that, yes, I had agreed to do this; Janet had bent my ear until it hurt, and I finally gave in, but I had stressed that it was only this one time, just to see how I would look, and that was all! Just this one time! The fact that I looked good was a plus, the fact that I knew zilch about being a girl was not only making me feel more than a bit scared, I also knew it could be dangerous as well. I had heard about guys that did something like this and end up getting beaten to a pulp or even killed! I just stood there staring into the mirror until mom grabbed my hand. "It's time to unveil the new you honey; everyone is waiting." I was positive, when this all began, that everyone would laugh when they saw me, but I also knew that it was just as equally possible that that might not happen; I just wasn't sure how I would look, but I was unable to convince myself that I might actually look good. But after mom was done with me and I finally saw how I looked, I knew that I was a goner. I had zero chance of getting out of this. I was very concerned as mom and I left the safety of my bedroom, exposing myself to Janet and my dad. Expecting my dad to laugh, or worse, I was shaken when all he did was let his mouth flop open and his eyes go wide. Janet on the other hand was almost jumping out of her chair. "Damn sis, you look great!" "Yeah thanks, but don't call me sis, okay? This is just to see how I would look and that's all!" "Is this... is this how he'll look?" Dad sounded as surprised as I felt. "At the very least," mom said, "but probably better after a trip to the salon and some better makeup!" "Well, I won't let him do this if he doesn't look at least this good!" "Dad!" I said excitedly, a bit more than a little dismayed at what he said. "Be quiet," he told me, "and just listen. As much as I hate to say it, you did tell Janet that you would do this, if, you "looked good enough," you said. Well, you look pretty damned good to me, and you know perfectly well that I wouldn't say that unless it was true, so, it looks to me like you're stuck, right?" "Yeah, I guess," I said sourly, "but...." "Good! Now there won't be any more arguments about this will there?" "No sir." And sadly, that's the way my debut went. Janet eager, dad cautious, mom in the middle of the road, and me, the object under discussion, very worried about how far mom would take this. The thing Janet wanted me to do? Every year our local rink held the annual pairs competition, which would require couples to dance through a required set of dances. This particular year, Janet, and her long time partner Jason, were each awaiting the name of their partner to be drawn. They always did that to eliminate possible "ringers," as the rink put it. We all had high hopes for her, but during a practice session, Janet had moved too close to Jason, and her foot was out of position. When he landed, he hit her left leg, and sprawled out across the floor, sliding close to the railing. Janet however was sent tumbling. Arms and legs all out of balance, she could not recover, and came down hard on her right leg, snapping the bone like a twig. We all heard the bone snap, and rushed over to her. She was crying and in serious pain, but the paramedics came and she was quickly taken to the hospital. Mom and I went to the hospital, dad joining us as soon as he could. After x-rays and a quick trip to the OR... "She'll be fine," the doctor told us, "it was a clean break, and she'll be up and around in about six weeks. But no skating for at least a few months after the cast comes off. I want the bone to heal properly!" Janet hated one of the other couples, for whatever reason, and once she regained her calm, insisted, that I take her place as a pairs partner! And even after being adamant that I wouldn't do it, I had given in to her demands, and with mom's permission, finally said that I could try it; looking like a girl I mean. And that my friends, is how I ended up in a dress. I thought it was a really goofy idea, but the fact is, Janet and I had been skating since we were kids, and both of us, together, and with others, had amassed more than a few trophies between us, so, in other words, we were each very good skaters. We both had the right moves, and we both knew, by inflection, what the other person would do at any given time, and that always made our chances of performing well almost a done deal. After mom got me dressed up, all I could do was just stand there and look in the mirror at what mom had done to me, knowing that my fate was seemingly sealed, my prospects of getting out of it rapidly slipping away. After my debut.... "She'll need a name," mom calmly said, "we can't call her Greg of course, and she'll also need a few skating outfits as well as some clothes and other things to wear the rest of the time." "Can I go too?" "No dear, this is between me and... Kristen? She and I are going out, alone. We'll be back quite late, so you two are on your own for dinner." That was at ten in the morning! I just could not understand why we would be out all day, but I quickly found out why. My mother rarely does anything that was big, or out of the ordinary, without a bit of research first, so I was real sure that she had something planned, I just didn't know what, other than a trip to the salon, which she had already told me about, but I could make a few educated guesses. Boobs for one thing, that was a sure bet, and skating dresses of course, with leotards to match, and maybe some makeup. Other than that, I had no clue. My mother was about to introduce me to a brand new way of life, in ways that I didn't even know existed, and I couldn't stop this runaway train, unless I absolutely and positively refused. But if I did that, then the entire family would never take my word for anything, ever again, and that's on top of Janet's wrath. However, if I had known what was in store for me, I might have put up more of a fight. On the way to wherever we were going... "You know how the girls skirts are so short? And how they always flip up? Well, I was thinking that because you'll obviously be wearing a skirt, a short one, and we don't want to show off your... parts, which would not be very good for anyone, I found a doctor that says he can make it possible to hide your parts and make you just as smooth down there as the other girls. He also told me about a place where we can get you fitted with breasts forms, so I made arrangements for you to see the doctor, but first we'll get you fitted for breast forms." She paused, waiting for me to say something. "Nothing to say? Well, think of it this way. Since you'll have to be a girl for almost three months, these... alterations? They'll make it easier for you to fit in, and I also think it'll let you feel more like a girl, which, in my mind, will also make it easier for you to act like one!" I wanted to say no, but I knew in my heart that if I was going to do this, and since I was afraid that I could get beaten to death by some troglodyte, then mom was right. The very thin, lightweight outfits the girls wore exposed almost the entire body, especially in the groin, and even I didn't think a guy could make himself flat enough to escape the kind of scrutiny girls get when they are wearing those outfits. So, I just sat there like a dummy, stunned that it could even be done, concerned yet ready to accept my fate, whatever that was going to be; I began to sorely regret my outburst to Janet. Mom turned in front of a small shop, and we went in together. Once she told the guy why we were there, he had me join him in the back. Dressing up as a girl was out there, but it wasn't as if I hadn't heard of it before, and I had even seen a few pictures on the internet of guys doing it. Some were even quite convincing, although many were not. The fact that I had not put up a very big fuss when mom began to help me get dressed up was caused by both a curiosity, and a confidence that I would look terrible. When that didn't happen, it was all downhill, and worse, after I saw myself, what I looked like I mean, I just knew what was coming. Like I said, if I declined to take her place, both of our parents would probably never trust me ever again, and Janet's wrath would be unending. That left me with virtually no choices, but I didn't feel as if I were doing anything wrong, and it wasn't even uncomfortable. Frankly, after I saw what I looked like, it was more like a challenge, but one in which failure would be disastrous. I was, without a doubt, going to become a girl, one that mom had said "would fit in," with the other girls, and given the small bit of information I had, I could no longer guess what that would mean. I knew for sure. The only good thing about seeing the doctor and getting boobs that I could see was that my challenge might be only a little less strenuous. "Now then. If you'll just disrobe, we can begin." Turning to mom... "Madam, I think that this will go much better if you simply come back in a few hours? Say... at noon" Well, mom left, and I was standing there wearing just the panties, while the guy got busy setting up. As I watched him, I could see the breast forms setting on a shelf in small boxes; he merely smiled when he saw me glance at them. "Trust me honey, when I'm done with you, nobody but your doctor will be able to tell that you weren't born a girl! I'm very good at what I do, so just relax. Lets begin shall we?" He made a mold of my chest first, then from that, a male mold, to which he then formed the back of the breast forms. Before he attached them, he started on my groin by taking a lot of measurements. "Your mother told me she wants you to look perfect, some dance contest you're in? So this will take a bit longer. Let me take another mold." A few hours later, true to his word, I looked exactly like a girl from the neck down to my waist! When he showed me in the mirror I almost collapsed, not expecting anything as good as what I saw with my own two eyes. Breasts that were, in a word, perky, yet with a touch of sag, and the exact color of my skin. Looking in the mirror carefully, I could not detect a seam anywhere! Below, surrounding my manhood were rounded hips and a much bigger butt, all matching my various skin tones! "You can get dressed now, but the bra you have is too small, so you'll have to go without one until you get the right size. Tell your mother that you need a full B cup, which is just right for a 14 year old girl your size." As I got dressed, even I could see that the clothes seemed to fit better, and except for the small bulge, the panties fit perfectly. Once I was dressed, and he was zipping up my dress, mom arrived. Her reaction when she saw me was to smile, but she didn't ask a lot of questions, until I told her that I needed a bigger bra that is. Then she wanted to know everything. Our next stop was at a doctors office; the doctor was a woman. After a very short discussion, she helped me get up on a table, gave me a shot that numbed my groin, and went to work. It did not seem to take her very long, yet when she showed me the results with a mirror, I almost fainted. My once proud manhood was gone, replaced by a thin, hairless slit! "She'll have to use the bath as a girl would of course, and just like the rest of us, she'll have to take care of herself, hygiene you know." I grunted, not knowing what all that meant, but I could guess. "You did tell me that you wanted her to not only look like a female her age, but be able to fit in, in any situation, and this bit of manipulation will allow her to function as a girl, and nobody will be able say that she is not a female, not if they take one look at her right?" "I did say that," mom said quietly, "and I can show her what to do as far as hygiene is concerned, but I wasn't expecting anything like this!" "Me neither!" I said excitedly, "Me? Having to do things like a girl? But I don't..." "It's done honey. Lets just go get you some underwear." We went to the mall where we picked up several packages of panties, several bras, some shoes, and even a few skirts and blouses. Then she took me to her salon, where my hair was cut and styled, my nails were done, and they also did my makeup and pierced my ears. By the time we got home it was just after dinner time; I dragged all the bags to my room, and started to put things away, then I had to go. It was definitely a very strange sensation, but I managed, and went back to my room, then the kitchen to get a bite to eat. "This... development?" mom said quietly, "doesn't change much, but it does make it imperative that you take care of yourself very carefully honey. I'll show you how, but you need to do it, all girls do it, okay?" "Yeah, I guess, but I feel so weird mom!" "I understand, but without any.. impediments, it'll be easier for you to sit like a girl does, with your knees together, and so on, without any pain. You'll get used to it." "Mom! I don't want to get used to it!" "Three months is not a very long time honey; just do your best and this will all be over before you know it." So, there I was, no longer what I thought of as a manly boy! At age 14, and they had turned me into a girl, all because I let my sister get in the way of my common sense, and now I had no way to get out of it. I even look like my sister now! I went in my room, then shut and locked the door before I undressed to look at the new me. Boobs, a B cup the guy had told me, rounder hips and a much rounder and much bigger, and sadly, a better looking butt, and finally, my newly created snatch. Me! With a snatch! I ran my hand down across it, feeling the twin folds the doctor had created, and inwardly cringed. I sat on the bed and simply looked at my reflection. I was sitting there when a knock came at the door. Without a thought, I opened the door a little and peeked out, and saw Janet standing there, holding her crutches. With a hard shove, she barged in, and saw me naked. "Holy Shi...! You look like a girl!" "That was the idea, remember?" I reached for the panties as Janet sat on the bed. "You look fantastic! Nobody will ever know!" "Yeah, but look at me!" "I have! And wow! You got boobs and a..." "I get it Janet." "Now we can get some matching outfits and everything, once I get out of this cast I mean!" "I'm overjoyed." "Mom said that you're going back to the mall tomorrow and get you some things!" "Great. Just what I need, more girl clothes!" "And why not? You can't wear my under things!" "But everyone will know!" "And just how will they know? I mean, you look just like me, right? And you can prove it, right? So... how will anyone know?" "Janet," I said in a very exacerbated tone of voice, "I don't know the first thing about being a girl! Like.. how you walk and all that! Zip! Nada! Just how am I supposed to learn all that?" "Just watch how mom and I do things! Watch other girls if you have to, and you'll be fine! I promise that I won't let you get into any trouble!" "GIRLS," we heard mom call, "DINNER!" I put on the bra, a skirt, and the same blouse, then my shoes, and joined Janet at the table. My father stared a bit but didn't say much, except to say that I looked "very nice". That wasn't what a normal 14 year old boy wants to hear, but strangely, it gave me just a little bit of confidence. "Since," mom said, "Kristen needs quite a bit of stuff, the two of us are going shopping tomorrow. We'll be out all day." "Again? Just what does he need that he doesn't have now? ," Dad, like me, obviously didn't get it. "More panties of course, and some more bras, she'll need different styles, more shoes, a few more skirts and tops, a nice dress or two, and on top of that, she needs some practice outfits!" "Don't forget makeup mom." Janet said excitedly. "That too, and some jewelry of her own." I understood the skirts and tops, I did not get why I needed "a nice dress or two". But, the deed was done so to speak, and since I did in fact look like my sister, what could I say? My dad just sat there like a dummy, not saying a word, which meant that while he was still confused, he tacitly agreed with my mom. Besides, while he may be a big shot lawyer, my mother runs the house, and we all do what she wants, even him, like it or not. The next morning as I struggled out of bed, everything felt strange, even more so when I used the bath. Everything once again worked okay, but it felt very strange to have to clean up like that, and even then, being used to seeing my member, it was really eerie that I couldn't see anything not even the strip of hair that hid my stuff! I was dressed in bra and panties when mom came in, a bundle of clothes in her hand. "Janet can't fit into these any more. Lets see if they fit you." There were maybe six skirts, some dresses, a few blouses, some slacks and other odds and ends. Almost everything fit okay, which pleased my mom a lot. I wore the pleated skirt with a white blouse, pantyhose and my usual walking shoes. Mom watched while I tried my hand at makeup, correcting me only a few times, then brushed out my hair. At her direction, and a little insistence, I added lipstick, then she spritzed me with some perfume! After she gave me a purse to carry, out we went, my first real foray into the world of girls. Shopping with my mother turned out to be an event rather than a task; she didn't miss one store in the first two hours, pouring over type, prices, style, fabric and so on for what seemed like forever. Janet never seemed to mind, so I kept quiet, but it did seem like a chore to me. Just about the time I was getting the hang of things, who did we run into? Rachel. She was one of Janet's friends. Of course, mom introduced us, telling her that I was "almost like a sister," she added. I almost choked on that, but Rachel gave me a once over, and went back to walking the mall. I guess I passed her girl test. As much as I want to say that dressing up like a girl was just about as bad as it gets, I can't. Different? Yes. But the clothes all fit, and other than the constant tug of the bra straps, it wasn't that bad. In my heart I knew, the moment I saw what I looked like when I was naked, that nobody would be able to say that I wasn't a girl, and because I didn't have a choice I simply gave in to the obvious. I was awash in all sorts of new feelings, from elation to dismay. I was elated that nobody would find out, dismayed that for some reason, I did not seem to mind. Having a revelation of that sort was very distracting, especially since I always thought that I was a manly boy. Seeing my reflection mirrored in the window panes brought my reality into focus. I looked just like Janet and Rachel. Eventually we accomplished the tasks mom had set out before we left the house, including the skating outfits, both practice and casual. When I tried on the leotards and saw just how tight they were, and the way I looked, I knew that I could do it, and I knew that nobody would, or could, question me. During our foray into buying dresses, mom picked out a bright red sheath for me to try on. It was snug, sleeveless, and short; mom said it looked terrific on me, and she bought it, along with red heels to match. Like I said, by then I was in so deep that my only option was to let it happen, and simply accept whatever came next. Fighting it was out of the question given the way my body looked. Two days later Janet and I were at the rink; I went to practice, while she and mom watched. I was wearing a pale pink leotard with a mauve skirt made of lightweight rayon. As I began my warm up, I began to try out a few moves that I had mastered long ago. Jason was out practicing as well. Mom and Janet waved us over. "Jason," mom said, "this is Kristen. We want her to take Janet's place, and we would like to see you two together so we can see if the chemistry is any good, okay?" "Yeah, sure.! He skated over to me, and with a motion towards the floor, he and I started skating together, moving as one through a very easy warm up routine that varied only slightly from one that many others had done before. Before long he and I were caught up in the moves, the timing, and the music, and I gave no thought to the fact that I was dancing as a girl. I was totally focused on Jason, and what we were doing. Mom sat watching us work out the moves, then waved us in. "Kristen, I want you to set up for the triple when you make the third turn, and Jason, I want you to be three paces inside of her as she makes the triple. You should be able to join hands after she lands, then I want to see a double swing with a very large rollout. Okay?" Mom was a three time National Champion skater, and knew just how hard it is for anyone to do a triple, let alone trying it in pairs. Just one wrong move and somebody gets a skate in the body, like Janet had. Yet she wanted us to try it, and we gamely agreed. Speed and timing are critical, so Jason and I went around several times before I moved to the outside, gaining speed, and began my run to the mark. Jason was only inches away until I made that move, sliding inside the required three paces. I began my jump, holding my arms inside to center my balance, my momentum carrying me through the jump easily. Jason caught my hand in his, we did a perfect swing, my right leg held high behind me as we rolled out and he had his arm around my waist to center my weight. By the time we reached the pews, everyone was clapping... for us! Jason and I tried several other moves, some very complicated, some easy. By the time I got home, the import of what had happened hit me. Everyone thought I was a girl, and mom had entered me in the contest! After I had changed into some shorts and got comfortable, I mentioned it to dad. "Now what?" I asked, "Now Jason thinks I'm a girl!" "True, but that was the idea, right?" "Let's worry about that later," mom said; "as a girl, you don't have any credentials, so I had to enter you in the general tryouts later next week. But, Howard, the owner saw you skate today, and he might just waive that requirement. He said that he'll call me later." "Like I said," Dad said quietly, "what's the big deal here? You're a great skater, you looked just perfect this afternoon with Jason, and I just know that you'll win!" Easy for him to say! I was the boy with fake boobs and wearing a dress! It wasn't until almost dinner when the phone rang, and mom answered it. I heard her sigh, followed by a "we'll tell her". She hung up the phone and looked right at me. "The rink operator has decided to allow you to compete without going through the general audition. He said that he knew from the way you moved who you were! He said that he didn't care, but unless he let you compete there wouldn't be enough real competition, and he has asked that we be there tomorrow afternoon so we can work things out." "You mean me he knows that I'm a boy!?" "That's what it means honey. Look, I know that you didn't want to do this in the first place, but it's done, and we can't go back, so let's just make the best of it. Okay?" "I'll be there," dad said, "to make sure he understands what I'll do to him if he really does know your true status, and is stupid enough to let it out!" "Howard only suggested that Kristen skated a lot like.... Kristen. But, if he has any doubts, we can have his wife Cheryl take one look and settle the issue! I mean, Kristen looks like a girl, all over, right? So there is nothing for him to tell!" "I suppose," dad said sourly, "but I'll be there anyway." "I don't have any say?" "You do have some say honey! What is it you want to say?" "I have to do this don't I?" "Compete? No dear. You can quit right now if you like; but remember what that fellow said? You'll have those boobs for a few more months, so you'll still have to dress as a girl anyway, so why not skate?" "Yeah," I said, knowing that my fate was sealed for sure, and after so many people had already seen me, there was no way that I could just disappear. With that in mind, I went to my bedroom and shut the door. I wanted to pout all alone, but mom quietly opened the door and stepped in. After closing the door behind her... "What's the matter honey?" "How come I... Jason, he knows me, and he didn't even bat an eye! He thought I was a girl!" "Yes, and that was what we hoped for, right? You already know how you look, so what's really bothering you?" "It's... this isn't... I mean, I thought that I was a normal.... That I would hate it, but..." Then I started to cry. In the short time that I had been dressing as a girl, which really wasn't very long at all, I found out that it wasn't anything like I expected it to be! I found myself starting to like the way the clothes looked on me, trying to do better makeup, and also, the glances I got from other kids. I realized that nobody, certainly not the girls, had ever given me a second look before. In a stuttering, halting manner, struggling through the tears, it all came out. Mom just held me, stroking my hair as she listened. I was a total wreck when I was done, convinced that she was going to hate me. "Trying something new is always scary honey, but sometimes we find out that we like it! You were scared to death of a roller coaster, until you went on one, right? Then we almost had to pry you out! I know that these feelings you're having are making you afraid, but the plain fact is that you have, in a very short time, become almost as feminine as any other girl your age, and I doubt that would happen unless you felt feminine! There is nothing wrong about enjoying new feelings, it's what we do with them that counts. If you like being a girl, then you have to accept yourself as one! Once you do that, the rest will be easy, I promise!" "Dad," I muttered, "he'll kill me if he finds out!" "Oh my dear girl! Your father is a pussy cat! Janet has him eating out of her hand most of the time, and you can too! Just be the girl you seem to be, and he'll be yours!" "But what about... James? I mean, he was watching me the whole I was with Jason, and I saw the way he looked at me; he looked...." "Interested?" mom asked with a grin. "Yeah." "Well, that's what boys do when they see a pretty girl! And didn't you just tell me that you like being a girl? If that's true, and I think it is, then you shouldn't feel as if you can't be friendly with James! I mean, he is Jason's brother, and we've known his family for years, so why not?" "But I'm not a girl! What if he wants to.... kiss me?" "That'll be up to you honey, but so what if he does? I know that this will sound crazy, but you're a girl now, right? And he's a boy, and that's what some boys and girls do!" Mom and I talked a bit more, then she left me to think about what she had said. In every way I looked like a girl, and what's more, I was starting to like it. How or why that happened in such a short time, I have no idea, only that it had. As manly as I thought I was before, the fact is I weighed in at a hefty 125 pounds and stood barely 5' 4," tall. Not big by most standards, but not that small for a 14 year old boy either. I was about average for guys my age in school. The only sign of male puberty was that I was beginning to get some hair on my legs. I just lay there on the bed contemplating my situation, trying to figure out why I liked the way my legs looked in pantyhose, or the taste of lipstick. The only conclusion I could come up with was that I was weird. Just then my dad knocked on the door and came in. "It's a bitch isn't it? A guy finding out that he likes to wear dresses." "Yeah," I said sourly. "Well, if you really want to quit, I'll make it happen. Regardless of what you may think, your mother and I are in agreement on this. We have no intention of making, or forcing you do this, and regardless of what your sister thinks, I am in charge here. Not her. But, if you decide to continue, then I don't want to see you pouting all the time. I want you to go out there and do your best, just like you always do." He sat in the chair, then went on. "Having my son dressed up like a girl is not what I expected, or wanted, but you did say that you would do it, and you certainly didn't put up much of a fuss when this all began, right? But now that it's done, unless you tell me right now that you want to quit, I'll expect you to be just as much of a girl as Janet is, okay?" "Yeah. I get it." "So. What'll it be? Shall I put an end to this?" There it was. The ultimatum. Remain a girl, or quit, and he was making me decide! If I quit, what would he think of me? And worse, what if I said that I wanted to stay a girl? His face never changed, that placid lawyerly look he uses in court was firmly in place. I just could not quit, and I knew it. "I'll do it," I said, "it's just... what I mean is, I guess it's not so bad once you get used to it, so...." "Okay. You have made you're decision; now I want you to live up to our expectations. You are a wonderful skater, that much isn't in doubt. It's all the rest that's going to be hard. Acting like a girl I mean. That does not mean acting like a sissy, it means changing the way you walk, the way you talk, and how you use you hands and arms. That's going to be the hard part, but just do you're best and maybe this will be over soon, maybe." "Maybe?" "You do realize that these are the regionals? What happens to skaters that make the cut?" "The Nationals!" I said suddenly. "Right. The Nationals. And when are they staged? February? That's a long time after school starts, right? Personally, I have serious doubts that you can spend three or four months as a girl, quit for a few months, and start up again, only then to quit yet again? Somehow, that just does not seem possible, or even very likely. If you win here, and do move to the Nationals, and manage to win, or even place well, you'll be nationally known in skating circles, and quitting at that point would be almost impossible, right?" "I hadn't thought of that!" "It really doesn't matter now does it? You just told me that you want to continue doing this, which is virtually an admission that you like it, so I'll expect you to do your best... as a girl." "School?" I asked, a bit scared of what he would say. "If you win here, I'll take care of that." "Dad! I thought that you would be.... mad at me!" "Mad? No. I know that this might sound strange, but in many ways I'm very proud of you! You made a commitment, even being as odd as it was, then you followed through on it, and given what you agreed too, that was not only very honorable, it shows what kind of person you are inside, and that skirt doesn't change that one bit. Now then, can you do this?" "I can try, but I didn't think this would last forever!" "It might not, but I'll warn you right now that if you try to throw the regionals so you might have a chance to get out of this I'll know, and I will not be very happy with you! You decided to do this, and you just told me it wasn't so bad, so just go out there and do your best, and we'll take it from there, okay?" I had sealed my own fate, and dad knew it. Deep down, I think that he knew as well as I did that even if I just placed well, my time as a girl would extend far past three months. Probably forever, because by then, I will have become so much like a girl that returning to my male status would be almost impossible. On top of all that, when dad said that it was a bitch when a guy finds out that he likes to wear dresses", I had agreed, which was essentially telling him that I liked to dress as a girl. I lay there for a bit longer, then got up and undressed. I had to see myself naked yet once again. When I emerged from my bedroom, I was wearing that red dress mom had bought. It hugged all my curves and accented my breasts, and it was short; well above my knees, it was at mid thigh. I had brushed out my hair and redone my makeup with brighter colors, including a very bright red lipstick. I sashayed into the room with my hips swaying, a smile on my face, and my hands on my hips. Mom saw me first, and started to say something, then dad looked up. "That's quite a statement," he said in a low voice. "Can I assume that you have made your decision?" "Yeah. I am not a quitter. You know that. I agreed to this, so I'm going to do it!" "Regardless of the consequences?" "I said that I'll do it dad, and I will." "No more pouting then," mom said softly. "Okay," I said, "but if I do win here and have to go to the Nationals, then I want my own boobs." "But why?!" Mom sounded dismayed. "It's like dad said. How could I ever disappear? We all know how they highlight the skaters in the magazine, right? Our home rink and so on? And after almost a year as a girl, just how easy would it be for me to go back to being a guy?!" "She has a point honey; it's something we have to consider, and given the time frame, we'll have to decide the day she wins here. Other wise puberty might set in and change all of our options!" "But I never planned on this!" "You! What about me!? I'm the one that's in the skirt!" "Okay," dad said, "we get it. However, you did tell me that you did not want to stop, so I guess we'll all have to adjust. If you think you need something to help you, then ask, and we'll talk about it; okay?" Once he said that, I told them what I wanted. A vanity of course, some more clothes that were new, not hand me downs, and shoes. Over the next few weeks I got everything I asked for, and continued practicing. As luck would have it, Jason was drawn to be my partner, and we began to lay out our routine. The hardest thing for me to get used to was the lift. In order for him to lift me over his head, his hand was almost holding my groin. Jason however never even hinted that I was anything less that what I appeared to be. As the day of the contest approached, I asked mom if I could pick out a spectacular outfit; something with rhinestones. I got the outfit I wanted, and on the day of the event, mom took me to the salon for the works. Hair, nails and makeup, then it was off to the rink. Jason wore a skintight outfit, all black, that simulated a tuxedo, while mine was a bright red, with sequins all over it. When it came our turn we began our 26 minute routine. Jumps and rollouts, lifts and various dances, one after the other, all without one fault. We garnered a solid 9.89 in the scoring, almost assuring us of a top two finish, and a trip to the Nationals. The next day my mother, at my insistence, took me back to see the doctor. I began my transformation that day. I started school as a girl and like all the other girls I dated, went to the games and dances and generally fit in like everyone else. Along the way I truly became a girl, and with help from my doctor and her magic hormones, I matured into a young woman. We placed third at the Nationals, but by then, just as we suspected, I was way more girl than boy, and simply quit worrying about it. I would have the right body within the year, and two years after that, the surgery. Life is good.