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The Princess Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I took one last look in the mirror before I grabbed my purse and walked out of the bedroom, my heels making no sound on the carpet. The burgundy skirt was just above my knees, cut straight and fit me perfectly; the antique white blouse with the sheer inserts above my breasts hinted, but didn't reveal my breasts, while the high lace collar hid my Adam's apple. I slipped on the jacket and adjusted my clothes one last time before I looked in the mirror, opened the front door, and stepped outside. I confidently walked out to my car, got in, then drove away, headed for the local shopping plaza. As it was every time I went out, I felt just great, and as I walked to the first shop I had a smile on my face. It was a small dress shop, but they didn't carry anything in my size, so I walked out and turned into another shop, one that sold bridal gowns. It never occurred to me that I might be "read" since it had been a long time since that had happened, and calmly walked up and down the aisles looking at all sorts of prom, bridesmaids and bridal gowns, several of which I really liked. I pulled one off the rack and was looking at it when I felt a small tap on my shoulder. Turning to see who it was, my worst fear came true, and I almost passed out. "Hello," mom said as she grinned at me, "that's such a beautiful dress, why don't you go try it on?" My mother was telling me to try on a dress? I didn't know whether to laugh or cry as I stood frozen to that spot, all while mom stood there smiling at me. "Gotcha!" she said. "Mom! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at work!" "But how else would I get to spend the day with my...daughter? It's been a long time since I've seen you, and I thought that maybe it was time! I saw all the signs, that's why I took the day off. I simply waited until you left the house, then followed you here! I knew you couldn't resist stopping in here, so I came in here just a few minutes ago, and sure enough, here you are! And I must say, you look very nice! Much better than the last time I saw you!" "Mom, I..." "Lets not talk about it right now. Let's just have a fun day." Finally, breaking through my shock, she took me by the elbow and led me to the changing area, shoved me into a booth, then sat waiting as I grudgingly undressed. The gown I had selected was an all black floor length sheath that had a slit up the side, a low scoop neck and was sleeveless. I got it on but couldn't zip it up, so I wagged a finger at mom who came in and zipped up the dress. I stepped out, then up on the rotating dais as mom watched. With all of the surrounding mirrors, I could see myself from every angle, and what I saw made me feel almost giddy. Unable to withhold it, I smiled at mom as she passed in front of me. "That looks very elegant on you honey," mom said, "maybe a little alteration here and...here, but..." "Mom I..." "Why don't you wait here," mom said, "I'll get someone to mark the dress so she can make the alterations. Wait!" As I stood there I wondered what had come over my mother! She certainly wasn't the same woman I knew and loved! My real mother, the one I grew up with, would have skinned me alive if she saw me dressed as a girl and especially if I were out shopping! The woman who was talking to me only looked and sounded like my mother! And, she was getting someone to alter a dress for me! Mom and a woman came in, the woman made some marks on the dress then asked me to take it off. As I changed back into my suit I could hear mom talking to me through the curtain. "You know," mom said, "that dress will look spectacular with pearls, and when we attend the ball next weekend I'm sure that you'll turn heads the minute you walk in!" Stepping out of the booth I looked at mom. "What ball?" I asked. "And what makes you think..." "Let's go have a nice lunch and we can talk about this," she said while turning to leave. I had to follow her to find out what she was talking about! Once we were seated at a table in the back of the Chinese restaurant, mom, sitting back in her chair... "I know that I should know the name of the daughter I seem to have acquired, but I don't. Care to tell me?" With a sigh, "Ann," I said softly. "I had a hunch that...Ann would appear today, and it looks like I was right, because here you are!" Without missing a beat, "The ball is on Saturday at 8, but there is a dinner at seven, and that means that we should be there by six at the latest. Can you get an escort by then?" "Mom! What's going on?" I cried. "I never thought that you would, I mean, I always thought that you would be...angry with me!" "You know quite well that I've known about your...hobby," she said with a grin, "for years, but it wasn't until Bill, that old fart across the street, told me that had seen the same girl leaving our house on more than several occasions that I decided to see if he was right. Since I know that you don't have a girlfriend, it didn't take me long to figure out that the girl he saw had to be you. I figured that if you had reached the point that you were leaving the house, that you were serious about dressing as a girl, and once I realized that, I decided to set you up, which I did, and here we are! I just had to see how you looked after all this time honey, and what I see makes me feel somehow proud of you!" "Proud?" I said. "You're proud that I want to be a girl?!" "Of course not," mom said, "in fact, I'm aghast at the fact that my son, my pride and joy, would even consider giving up all the privileges men have! To be frank, I don't like it at all, but then again, I feel somehow proud of the way that you look, and the way you handled yourself this morning was, well, you were very...feminine, which must have taken lots of practice! There's no doubt that you would not have left the house dressed like this, then go shopping, at a bridal salon of all places, unless you were very confident about your ability to become a girl!" Mom paused to drink her coffee, then, "Ann. That's a pretty name! It fits you somehow." "Mom," I said desperately, "what's this about a ball? And my needing an escort? I'm not going to any ball!" "I think you should go Ann, I really do, and you'll certainly need an escort since it's going to be very fancy, and besides, we already have the tickets. Mark is going to be my escort, so you'll need an escort too. Now, who do you have in mind?" "Nobody mom! Are you crazy?!" "Then I think you're going to be stuck with Mark's son Daniel. He's your age, and will do very nicely as your escort. I haven't met him, but if he looks anything like his father he'll be a dreamboat, and I'm sure that you'll make a lovely couple!" I tried every trick I knew. I pleaded, I begged, I swore that I wouldn't go, but mom was...resolute if nothing else, stopping just short of demanding that I attend. I did my best to get out of it, but in the end, she had me almost convinced that I could attend some huge charity ball, as a girl, then get away with it! I was 17 and quite able to make my own decisions, only this one presented me with a myriad of conflicting emotions. One, I really wanted to become a girl, get all dressed up for a fancy event and have an escort, but on the other hand, one mistake, just one, and I might be found out, and that was just about the worst thing that could happen. Especially at a huge charity ball! If I was found out, it could get ugly for everyone involved, starting with me! Mom sat there calmly eating her lunch, showing not one sign that she was angry with me, and in fact, it seemed like it was the exact opposite! We sat there for a while after we finished lunch, then... "I'll make an appointment for each of us at the salon. I'll tell them we want the works, so you might want to start looking at pictures of hairstyles you like, since they will ask you what you want done, but let's not dwell on that right now. Let's go pick up your dress. I want you to try it on again for fit before we leave." "Mom," I said, "this is nuts! I only dress up once in a while! I'm not sure that I can do this! Besides, I don't understand why..." "We'll talk later, when we get home," mom told me, then took me by the arm. Unable to find the inner strength to say no to her, mom and I went back to the shop where I once again tried on the dress. Both the fitter and mom said it was perfect, and after I changed clothes the lady handed it to me in a long plastic bag. I followed mom home, and when were inside, mom told me hang up the dress and see her in the familyroom. As I walked into the room... "Confused honey?" "Yeah," I said surprised, "you could say that! What's going on? Why aren't you mad at me?" "Mad?" Mom asked. "I was never mad at you honey, disappointed maybe, but not mad, no. When you were younger and I found out that you were in my clothes, I was concerned of course, but I put it up to childish curiosity and didn't say anything. When you were 15 I think, you went out and bought a skirt and blouse and some shoes, hiding them in your closet as I remember it. That's when I knew it was more than curiosity, but I didn't know what to do about it, so I didn't do anything. Then, when you were about 16 I think, Mr. Ermantopz mentioned that he saw a girl leaving our house, and knowing that you didn't have a girlfriend, I was sure that it was you. That's when I knew you had finally graduated to leaving the house dressed as a girl. I wasn't sure that it was really you, or if you finally had a girl in your room, or if that the old man was just trying to stir up trouble, so I let it go. But now I see that he must have been right all along. You must have done this quite a bit, going out as a girl I mean, because you looked very pretty, and confident this morning, which brings us to this point. Doesn't it? Plus, after having ignored what was going on right under my nose for so long, how could I possibly tell you to stop now!? You wouldn't have listened to me, not after all this time, especially given the way you look. It took a lot of practice for you to get to this point, which only tells me it has to be more than just a dress up game. When Mark asked me to the ball, I saw the perfect chance for you to be the girl that you certainly seem to want to be, so I told him that I might bring a young lady with us. I didn't tell him that it was you, only that we might need his son to be her escort. Then I simply waited, but you didn't get dressed up, so I sort of set you up by telling you I would be gone all day, out of my office, and you took the bait. When you went out, I followed you. It wasn't that hard, but when I saw you, my breath was taken away by how pretty you are, which is when I decided to force the issue by buying that dress for you. Now, I want you to tell me the truth. This is what you want, isn't it? To become a girl?" I shuddered as I sat there listening, realizing that mom knew a lot more about what I was doing than I thought she did! I looked up at her, and saw her waiting patiently for me to tell her the truth. The truth was that I wanted to be a girl, not just a boy struggling to find himself while wearing a dress. I was well past the struggle within myself and knew what I wanted, yet I had tried to hide it for fear that I might hurt her. Only she was sitting there telling me that she already knew! When I nodded my head yes I saw her head tilt, then she held her hands out, palms up and curled her fingers a few times, a sign that she wanted me to tell her more, so I began. "I can't help it mom," I started, "I've always felt this way, ever since I was little! I even quit a few times, but it always came back! I...I...always wanted to be a real girl...someday!" Just saying the words out loud turned on the tears, and as mom watched me quietly sobbing, she came to me, lifted me up, then held me in her arms. As my tears subsided she stroked my hair, telling me that while she wanted a son, the son she had raised, the one she was so proud of, she was going bow to the obvious. She told me that while she didn't understand it, she was going to help me be a girl, then she added that to get her help, I would have to do what she told me to do. How could I refuse? We stayed home the rest of the day just talking, and as we talked, I think she came to understand how deep my feelings about being a girl went. That's when mom suggested that the next morning we go out and widen my wardrobe a bit, telling me that I would probably need a few special garments to wear my new dress, adding that I would look even more spectacular when she was done with me. Regardless of what she said, I had no idea why mom, so easily it seemed, was telling me that she would help me become a girl, let alone agree to it! As confused as I was, I was afraid to ask for fear that she would retract any or all of her offered help. The next morning as I was getting dressed mom came into my room without knocking, catching me stuffing my bun pads into my panties. When I was done she took me to her bedroom, sat me at the vanity, and began to brush out my hair. I had let it grow, as much a sign of social defiance as a way to not have to wear a wig. As mom brushed out my hair she also began to braid my hair! When she was done I had a French braid and bangs, and while my hair was tight, I still looked like a girl, something I didn't think possible! I got my makeup box, and while she watched, I put on my makeup, using only the minimum foundation with powder, a bit of blusher, and eyeliner. Then I went to get dressed, but mom handed me a pair of her shorts and a top, telling me that we would have a long day and I might as well be comfortable. I went back to my room with the shorts and top, and finished getting ready. I felt somehow naked not wearing pantyhose. Still not positive why she was helping me, Mom and I left the house about twenty minutes later. It was eerie, driving with mom sitting next to me, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, but I did my best to put that out of my mind and made sure that I didn't have an accident. I started towards the mart, but mom insisted that we hit the mall, so ten minutes later, as I parked the car, I felt my throat closing up, clogged with serious concern. I had never been in the mall as a girl before, but I bravely followed mom inside. Having my hair in a braid felt strange, but then again, with my hair braided, and wearing pale blue shorts with a top, I was sure that nobody would think I was a boy. The first place we went was Vicky's Den, a very popular high class emporium of lace and satin lingerie. The place seemed to be filled with girls my age, all fingering panties or bras, giggling at some of the more risqu? styles, or headed for the changing rooms. I felt as if I were painted orange with a sign around my neck that screamed that I was a guy, but mom saw what she wanted, and as I was standing there, she told the salesgirl that I needed one, giving a size and color. Then mom shoved me towards a changing room, telling me to remove the top and my bra! She wrapped it around me then helped me fasten the hooks in the front before she began to tighten the laces a bit. Watching in the mirror I saw my own boobs rising while my waist grew smaller until it looked as if I had an almost normal female shape! The black satin and lace concoction was just about the most feminine thing I had ever tried on, and better, it wasn't so tight that I was totally uncomfortable! Mom and I removed it and I got dressed while she went back into the store where I found her rummaging in the panty pile, adding one here and there to her growing pile. I saw two bras, some panties and a short nightgown along with the corselet. As we walked out of the store... "There is one more thing you should know Ann," mom said lightly, "Mark is the only heir to a small kingdom located in central Europe. He didn't even know that until he was recently contacted by someone from that country. It seems that the current King is well over 80 years old and in failing health, which puts Mark in line to inherit the throne when the old man dies. But he's the top doctor where he works, and simply can't leave his position at the hospital, and he wouldn't do that anyway, so that leaves his son, who will become a Prince the moment his Great Uncle dies. Mark has suggested that Daniel travel there and rule as Regent. I'm not sure about the rest, but I'm told that Daniel should be attached, meaning have a girlfriend or wife, or others will try to suggest that he is unfit to stand in for Mark. They might also try and fit him with a girl of their choice, a girl that could undermine Daniel's standing and maybe help them wrest away control of the country.," Mom was telling me this while we were sitting there in the middle of the mall! "That's why I fibbed a little. Mark knows that you will be going to the ball, but Mark and I both believe that if you and Daniel become a couple, knowing that you cannot...have children, Daniel will have time to consolidate his position without any pressure. Later on, you two can break up, leaving Dan in complete charge. I wasn't sure it would work, not until I saw you, then I knew, without any doubt, you could become Daniel's Princess, if you want to that is." A Princess? Me? I looked at mom with my eyes wide, and saw her smile at me. I was at a complete and total loss for words as mom stood up and began walking down the concourse. Once we reached an area that had small caf?'s, she and I went into one and sat by the window. "You're serious?" I asked. "Me? A Princess?" Mom nodded her head yes. "But I don't have, I mean, I'm not as...graceful as a girl, and I don't have..." I touched my breasts. "And how can I travel? Even if I agreed, and even if Dan likes me, I don't have a passport or anything! Mom, I don't have so much as a library card that says I'm a girl!" "Yes, but with Mark as King, he can, and will issue you a diplomatic passport. But travel isn't the issue, is it?" "No," I said, "I guess not, but it's...so unreal! I mean. Dan is going to expect a girl, not a guy in a dress!" "Maybe, but we both know, because you told me yourself, that you want to be a real girl, right? What better way than to start out as a Princess? Mark told me that he can help you, if you and Dan hit it off that is. He said it'll take a few months, but he guaranteed me that nobody would ever know the truth when he was done, so the only question for you is, are you willing to try this, or crawl back into your closet?" Lost in thought I said nothing, the revelation mom put on me so shocking that I couldn't say a word, although the first thought to come into my mind was that both she and Mark were nuts! "Don't answer me now Ann, lets wait until we get back from the salon and are both dressed. Then we'll see how you feel about it, okay?" After a quick soda, mom and I continued our shopping, buying a few skirts and blouses plus some dresses and shoes. By the time we got home my brain was on overload. First, mom knew all about my dressing up, then she set me up to catch me, only to turn around and buy me a fabulous gown before she made an appointment for me at her salon, and all before she dropped her bombshell on me! As worried as I had always been about her finding out, she wanted me to realize my own dream of becoming a girl by becoming a real Princess? Mom had no idea how hard I had to work at being a girl, the concentration it took to always act like a girl, or how easily I could fall back on a lifetime of bad habits, habits only boys have. Easy things, like the way I interacted with people for instance. Girls act, react, talk, and relate to people differently than men do, it's a natural function they probably don't even realize, but I did. Because I wanted to be a girl so badly, I had studied the girls around me, in school and church, at the mall and other places, watching how they did everything from walking to laughing, crying to showing excitement or fear. I had practiced many of the expressions, but I knew that I wasn't as natural as any real girl, only close. But close was not going to be good enough for what mom suggested. Once I was in my bedroom I tried on all of the clothes alone, deciding that the tan and white plaid pleated skirt with the white top looked best. I put on some pantyhose, my new white flats, and walked to the kitchen. Mom wasn't there, so I walked outside, then went to get my bike. Since I had been shopping at the mall, my first time by the way, all without any problem, and since I still had that French braid in my hair, I figured I could pass easily enough to take a ride around the neighborhood. As I glided down the driveway I saw the old man out in his front yard. He looked over at me and stood still as I hit the street. I know it was daring, but I rode on his side of the street, just a few feet away from Mr. Ermantopz. Glaring at me with those beady eyes of his, I waved and went past him towards the corner. Since my skirt was so short to start with, he saw a lot of leg, and of course, he got a really good look at me. Why I did it I don't know, but all my life Mr. Ermantopz has been a royal pain in the ass. He spread gossip and rumor about everyone, didn't like kids, and never gave out candy at Halloween. I wasn't the only one that didn't like him, all of the kids and most of the parents on the street didn't like him either. By the time I got home my mind had cleared a little from the idea that mom didn't flinch or hesitate, even a little when she told me about becoming a Princess. I took a look in the tall mirror in the hallway, almost convinced that I could do it, but the tattered remains of my male pride kept trying to stand up and deny it. Being as natural as a born woman, Mom had no idea how hard this might be for me, as well as her! And why would this Daniel agree to have a male dressing as a woman for his wife and Princess? If he was a hunk, why didn't he have a girlfriend already? There were other questions of course, but I was sure that mom knew the answers, so why didn't she tell me? At dinner that night I demanded better answers, telling mom that I wasn't going to the ball, or anywhere else unless, I knew everything. "I told Mark that you were smart," mom said. "We aren't worried about you becoming Daniel's wife for a good reason. Daniel has a...disability. His father put him through every test he could think of, and while he is fully capable, he can't..." "What?" I asked. "What can't he do?" Then the light clicked on. Seeing my eyes go wide... "That's right. Daniel cannot..." mom answered, "function as a man Ann. Mark told me that he even took Daniel to a woman who...a professional, and even she failed to make Dan respond. Dan swears he isn't Gay, but because he is unable to function, having a real woman become his wife seemed...dangerous. If a girl agreed to become his wife, then for whatever reason, decided that by selling the information about his disability she could become wealthy, well, you see the problem. But with you as his wife, he would be safe, since as a male, you couldn't do that! It's a perfect match for both of you! All you would have to do is look pretty, be well dressed, and act like the perfect wife, which would let Daniel attend to other things." That answered the question about Dan's lack of a girlfriend, and at the same time, also made me feel a tiny bit safer. One of the things I had worried about was that he and I would have to...well do it, and I wasn't ready for that yet, if ever. I wanted to become a woman, but sex wasn't an overt part of my vision. Oh, I had thought about it, but doing it was something else, and I had always managed to put that aside. Mom sat there quietly letting me absorb what she had said, then saw something in my eyes and spoke up. "Does that answer your questions?" "When you said his dad would make it possible for me to look like a girl and not worry about it, what does that mean? Hormones?" "Probably," mom said, "but maybe more. I'm not sure, but now that you know what's going on, why don't we put all this behind us for now, and just concentrate on making you the belle of the ball?" There was nothing more for me to say, so I merely nodded my head while swallowing my remaining male pride, then turned instead to the vision I held of myself in that long black gown. I helped with the dishes, then we watched little television before I went to bed. I dreamed that I was wearing a very long white gown made of lace and satin with jewels around my throat, a smile on my face, and like a bride, I was blushing! That was a new dream, and it woke me up about six the next morning. To edgy to sleep, I got up, let out the braid and took a shower. My natural lack of body hair, once something for my buddies to tease me about, became an asset when I started to go out as a girl, and as I rubbed in the skin lotion, I was very glad that I didn't have an excess of body hair. I shaved close, then dried off and went to get dressed. Not having to hide my wanting to dress as a girl, I quickly pulled on panties, grabbed a bra, slipped it on, then filled the cups with my birdseed breast forms before I put on some foundation and blusher. As I looked in the mirror I thought about that old man, Ermantopz, and when I did, I saw a pair of old shorts in the closet. I made some minor adjustments, added the bun pads, then pulled on the shorts. Tight, they made me look like a girl in all of the right places, and the bright pink color left no doubt that only a girl would wear them. I grabbed an old Tee, slipped it on, then made a mark and took it off. My scissors quickly sliced through the tee, and when I put it back on I was exposed from my waist to just below my bra. I brushed out my hair then put it in a pony tail, added some red lipstick, and slipped on my gym shoes. I bounded down the stairs and out the back, headed for my car, which was parked in the street. I knew that the old man would be out, he always was, so when I pulled the car into the driveway and got out the pail and sponge, I knew that he would be watching me. As I started washing the car I made sure that I bent over at the waist, my butt towards him a few times, just to see if he would react. When I splashed water on my shirt and it stuck to me, I saw him bolt out of his chair and run to the sidewalk. Grinning, I waved at him. "Indecent!" he yelled at me while shaking his fist in the air. "What's the matter old man?" I asked sweetly, "you don't have to watch you know, unless you like what you see that is." I started across the street only to see him run inside his house. Laughing, I went back to the car and began to wipe it down. I was almost done when I heard mom. "Ann! Get in here, right this instant!" Mom sounded angry, so I went in the house right away, only to find her standing there with her hands on her hips. "I saw you out there provoking Mr. Ermantopz, wearing that skimpy outfit! I let you become a girl for a very good reason Ann, which is not a license to dress like a...a...tart! Now, go put something on that's less...provocative!" I changed into a blouse, then studied myself in the mirror. Every dream I ever had was about to come true, yet that small portion of me remained, telling me that I was out of my mind. The thought that I could become the wife of a man that was about to become a true Prince. Yet the lure of becoming a woman, complete with breasts, wider hips, a round bottom, and maybe even a husband, compelled me to set aside my fears and concerns. The trauma of knowing that my mother knew about me was only slightly tempered by the fact that she seemed eager for me to give up virtually everything I knew to become a girl! My mother did not usually have a lot of biases, but the way she first set me up, then bought me clothes, all before she told me what was going on, wasn't like her at all. In fact, she told me that she didn't want me to do this, that she was "aghast," that I wanted to be a girl, so why the change in attitude? Why trick me, rather than just tell me? I had to know, so I went to find her. "Mom?" I said when I saw her. "Yes dear?" "I've been thinking about this, and I don't understand why you...gave in so easily." Putting her crochet aside, she looked at me with shiny eyes. "I see. You don't believe me?" "This isn't like it happens every day mom, and you seemed to...I don't know, want me to do this?" "Yes dear," mom said, "that's true, I did say that I wanted you to do this, but not because I wanted a daughter and not a son, I like things the way they are as a matter of fact. I don't like the fact that you want to be a girl, the fact that you didn't trust me enough to confide in me, not even the fact that you are gorgeous as a girl. I hate it, but when the old man told me that he saw you, I did a lot of research on boys that want to be girls. Everything I read told me that while the majority are straight, the desire to dress up never goes away, so I knew that no matter what I did, you would probably spend your life playing hide and seek with everyone when you wanted to get dressed up, and sooner or later you would get caught, say, in a traffic accident maybe. When Mark told me about his situation, I saw a way for you to have it all, for as long as you wanted it!" Mom stood up and came to me, putting her hands on my shoulders. "Ann, Mark and I are not going to force you to do this, it has to be your choice! When I realized how pretty you were, I guess I sort of got carried away, but the fact remains that while I'm not exactly jumping for joy, I see a way for you to have a realistic taste of what it's like to be a woman, without actually being a woman! Don't you see it? You have the chance of a lifetime! You can experience being a woman, and still have the choice to return to your status as my son!" I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there for a moment, then... "You said that Mark could make me look like a woman. Does that mean...everywhere?" "That's what he said," mom told me, "but like I mentioned to you, I don't know how, or any other details. He didn't want to get into it until we saw how you and Dan got along, which is why we decided to have you come to the ball with us, and is the main reason I tricked you." I went back to my room and went online, visiting some of my favorite sites. About an hour later, mom came in and told me that if I really didn't want to do it, then all I had to do was tell her. As she waited, my mind raced, telling me to say yes, but I finally told her that I would attend the ball, but would wait until after that to make up my mind, although I thought I already knew the answer. It should have been obvious to her too. After she left the room I sat there thinking about everything that could go wrong, then what was right. What could go wrong was a very long list, however, what was right might offset some of the dangers. For instance, I am 5'8" inches tall and weigh just under 140. I naturally don't have any body hair to speak of, my own head hair is shoulder length, and my beard is average to sparse I guess, and even then, it's blond. My eyes are a blue, I have a short, button nose, my lips are fairly full, and my jaw line isn't quite as masculine as it could be. The biggest thing everyone would have to overcome is what to do, when, not if, the press begins to look into my background! As I girl, I don't exist, and with virtually everyone in the world accounted for, where did I come from? That was just about the biggest hurtle I could think of, but none of that mattered since it still depended on Dan and I getting along of course. On Saturday morning mom got me up early, we had coffee, then left for the salon. As instructed, I had shaved extremely close, and wore no makeup, which was really strange for me, but once we were inside the salon, it didn't seem to matter, especially after I was seated in a stylist chair. After washing my hair, I showed her what I had in mind, and with a grin she began, but started by telling me that she thought that she should dye my hair first, making it strawberry blond, adding that it would "suit my coloring better," so I agreed. Once that was done she began putting rollers in my hair, adding chemicals to set the curl, then I had to sit under the dryer wearing a net on my head. Mom was still being worked on when another girl came over and started in on my nails. Once she had removed the ones I had put on, she began by cleaning my nails and setting the forms. I watched her as she mixed the acrylics, then applied it to the forms, creating nails that looked real, looked much better, and were smoother and a bit longer. Using a color she called carnation, she painted my nails, then as soon as they were dry I was back in the stylist chair watching as she removed the rollers. My hair was a mass of ringlets, but as she began to brush out my hair a style began to take shape. I was getting my hair done "up" with trailing ringlets, bangs and curls on top. I had shown her the picture, which she had managed to duplicate, right down to the small string of baby pearls set into my hair. My neck looked longer, more feminine, and with my nails done, I felt very sexy! I was moved to another chair where a third lady began to do my makeup. I watched her in the mirror, but let her do it all, and when she was done it was as if I were an entirely new person! She had used a foundation that exactly matched my skin tone, then used shading to highlight my cheekbones, nose and chin. The blusher was a very pale red, my eye shadow tan, green and silver with black eyeliner to outline each eye. The lipstick matched the color of my nails, and when she was done, she gave me everything she used. I had never looked that good, and I couldn't stop looking in the mirror, until I saw mom behind me. To say that she looked spectacular would be an understatement. Her hair lay in gentle waves that fell around her face perfectly, the mouse brown color changed to a lustrous, rich brown, all signs of gray gone. Her makeup, like mine, was flawless. When I saw her smile at me I turned and hugged her, unable to contain my joy at the way I looked. After she paid the bill we went home, had a very small lunch, then I went to my room to start getting ready. After undressing I went in the bath, and for the first time, used tape to help hold myself in a way that would not interfere, yet make me look more feminine. The panties we had bought were black satin, and felt really great as I pulled them on, but looked much better after I slipped in my bun pads which gave me a rounded shape. I took the corselet, wrapped it around myself and fastened the hooks, then asked mom to come in and tighten the laces, which she did. When she left the room, my waist was a trim 25 inches again, and my chest had been pushed up into the built in bra cups. Using the gel enhancers, I shoved them under my own breasts creating small but very nice breasts with a modest cleavage. Nobody was going to see it, but it made me feel good, so that's why I did it. The tan pantyhose made my legs look shapely and all one color, then I reached for the dress, took it from the hanger, and slipped it over my head with great care. Once again I asked mom to help me, and as she zipped it up she smiled at me, then opened a small gray box. "My father gave me these when I graduated from high school. I think they will look perfect with this dress. Let me help you." The dress had a round neck, but was just deep enough that the choker of real pearls with the small black pendant could be seen, and the matching earrings set off the baby pearls in my hair. The slit in the side of the dress went to mid thigh on me, which made it possible to walk easily, yet having no sleeves made me well aware that I would have to refrain from flexing a muscle. I stepped into the patent leather heels and added lipstick just before I reached for the perfume, the good stuff that mom had given me earlier in the day. Using the dauber I touched my neck and wrists, then put the two rings on my fingers. One was a single pearl set in gold, the other my class ring. I put my lipstick, a very thin comb, and twenty dollars in my purse, then walked out of my room, down the stairs, and into the familyroom. Mom wasn't there, so I sat on the couch and waited. Within ten minutes she appeared, and when she did, I know that my eyes almost fell out. My mother never looked that good in her entire life! From her rich brown hair to the flawless makeup, then her dress, which was a rose colored cocktail dress that had a sweetheart neckline, which would have shown quite a bit if not for the sheer lace netting that went to her neck. The bodice was fitted while the skirt flared out accenting what could only be described as a very delicious figure! The rose colored shoes and handbag went with the pale pink and gold earrings she wore. "Wow! Mom! You look...I mean, I've never seen you look so good!" "And you do too Ann. Just remember, be a lady at all times no matter what happens, okay?" "I'll try mother, I'll try!" When the doorbell rang, I remained where I was, letting mom answer the door, then they walked in. Mark was very nice looking, about six foot tall with graying hair. Daniel was a as tall as his dad with dark wavy hair and big brown eyes, but when he looked at me and smiled, it was obvious that there would be a lot of girls at the ball that would be envious of me. Daniel waited a bit, then we were introduced. Mom and I each got a wrist corsage, then we were ushered out to the limousine for the ride to the hall. "When Karen told me that you were pretty, I believed her, but she seriously understated that Ann!" "Don't make her cry Mark! We spent all day at the salon getting ready!" Thankfully Mark let it go and Dan didn't mention it, although I caught him staring at me a few times. We were escorted inside, then taken to our table, which was right up front. Mom and Mark drifted away to mingle, leaving Dan and myself alone together for the first time. "Ann, this is very awkward, being set up on a date, but I'm glad that you decided to come tonight." "I almost didn't, not until I mom told me what was going on, and even then I was worried, I mean, someone might..." "Figure it out? Your kidding, right? Ann, you look spectacular!" That made me feel better, and as the music started, a slow waltz, he took my hand and led me to the dance floor where he wrapped me in his arms and led me around the floor in a whirl of music and laughter. Dan had an easy manner about him, yet he exuded a strength and charisma that not many guys have. As the music slowed... "You said that your mother told you everything. That doesn't scare you? Being a Princess I mean?" "Of course I'm scared Daniel! I'm petrified that you'll think I'm a freak or that someone will find out about me!" "Well, I was worried too, until I saw you that is! Ann, you're a beautiful woman, and no matter what else you are, that's first!" "So, does this mean..." "It means that I think that you and I should go out more than a few times together! We need to get to know each other better before either of us commits to this! Don't you agree?" "Of course!" Dan and I stayed very close together that night while mom and Mark disappeared about halfway through the event. When I asked, Daniel patted my hand and told me that his father and my mother decided that they had more important things to do than stay and baby sit two teenagers, so they left! With a grin, he suggested that we do the same, so about eleven we left. Expecting the limo to pull up, I was surprised when he gave the valet a ticket, and after a short wait, his Cadillac appeared! "Just how did you manage this?" "Oh, I parked it here on the way to your house. Dad told me that I might need it, just in case he had to leave." I said nothing as the valet helped me into the car, then Dan drove away from the hall, classical music filling the car. I didn't mind, the music was soothing in a way, and after meeting, dancing and talking to Dan, I was sure that he and I would get a long well enough to do what had been suggested. As he pulled up in front of my house he made no move to open my door, so I reached for the handle. "Ann," he said, then I turned to face him... "Stay, please." Dan held my face in his hands, then leaned over and gently kissed me on the lips. I had never kissed anyone except family before, so I had no way to judge things, but that kiss really made me tingle. Looking into his eyes I saw the glint, that smile we all have in our eyes that reflects our soul, just before he kissed me again, longer, a bit harder, and I found myself unwilling to pull away. He grinned at me and I smiled back, then he walked me to the door, asking if he could come over the next day around noon. I said yes, thanked him for a nice evening, then went in the house. Silence reigned and it was dark, so I slipped off my shoes and went to my room and began to get undressed. The corselet was a bit tough to untie, but I managed, and was soon in bed. I lay there smiling to myself, confident that I had passed whatever test I had just undergone, yet still wondering why me! In the morning I started the coffee and had just poured a cup when mom sauntered in the back door, her hair done a bit differently, her makeup almost the same, but she wore the same dress we left the house in. I grinned but didn't say anything as she walked past me, only to return wearing jeans and a top. "It looked like you and Daniel were hitting if off, so..." "Mom, you're a big girl, you don't have to explain anything to me!" "What I'm getting at is not about my staying out all night, it's just that I thought that you and Daniel seemed to get along okay!" "Curfew is two in the morning as I remember it mom. You missed it." "Yes, I did, didn't I?" With a grin she poured out a coffee. "So, tell me, did Daniel try to kiss you last night?" "No mom, he didn't try..." "Oh, I see! He didn't try, he did! How was it?" "Mom!" "Mark and I were right you know, you two make a lovely couple." "Mom, about all this..." I went on to tell her how I felt, all about my continuing worries, then asked her just how she and Mark had planned on creating some kind of history for me. I could remember how the press tore apart Princess Diana's life, virtually from birth, splashing it all across the world, day after day in an endless parade of snide remarks that lasted until she was finally killed by the paparazzi! Then of course there were the incessant comments on her gaining or losing weight, her hair styles, how she dressed and so on. I could envision nothing but tragedy for all of us unless mom had figured out what to do, and that still depended on me agreeing to it! If the press had the slightest sniff that I wasn't a female, then all of us would face nothing less than being shredded to pieces. I wasn't as feminine I as I would have to be, still awkwardly doing my best, then of course there was how I looked, dressed, and presented myself. Nobody else had to worry about that, only me, and that weighed heavy on my mind, which is what I told mom. Of course, she had the answers. "Well, to start with, this is a very small country, their primary income is from the tourists, so we don't believe that you'll have to suffer the fate Diana did, however, we, meaning Mark, has arranged the perfect cover for you. From the time you started school you attended a very private school, which is why not many people know you, and he has managed to find pictures of a girl that looks so much look you that it's almost scary. Fortunately, the girl was killed in an accident, and when he bought the pictures, the girls parents were told that it was a matter of great importance and they agreed to remain silent, but those people were on the first flight that smashed into the buildings in New York. That means that there isn't anyone left to deny that the pictures are you! Since the tragedy in New York, Mark has been able to acquire her birth certificate, and that, combined with her school records and so on, should make it easier on you." "Does that mean that I have to use another name than Ann?" "No dear. As it happens, the girls name was BethAnn. Many people use their middle names, and some change them, so nobody will think anything of it. But the biggest question still remains, doesn't it?" "Will I do it." "Yes. Do you feel like you can do this or not? It's entirely up to you, but again, I have to remind you that you will have to undergo some surgery in order to be the girl you'll need to be. You absolutely have to look like a female no matter what you wear, and since this is a tourist driven country..." "I get it mom, but tell me again that you don't mind me doing this! I mean..." "Ann, honey, I do mind. I didn't like it when I found out you liked dressing as a girl, and I especially didn't like it when you started going out, yet I never said anything about it, figuring that you would outgrow it, but that never happened. Then of course, while I knew about it, I had not seen you dressed up in a very long time, and that made me very curious. I mean, I could picture how you might look, but I had to know, so about two months ago I waited for you to leave, which is when I saw you for the first time. That's when I realized that everything I had thought about boys that dressed as girls might be wrong! When I saw you, way back when, you were some awkward, skinny kid in a dress with bad makeup and a dress that didn't fit right, yet you were stunning! Then this thing with Mark and Daniel just happened. Not one of us could predict that an old man in a foreign country would die and leave Mark as King, but it happened, and when Mark told me about Daniels predicament, I didn't even think of you! That didn't occur to me for almost a week, which is when I decided to set you up. I had to see you again, up close to be sure, and when I did, I was stunned at how pretty you are! I'll admit that I mentioned it to Mark, and considering Daniels condition, he was the one that suggested that you might make the perfect girl for Dan, which has led us to this point. Now the only question for the both of us is will you do it?" "If I do it, I might not be able to be your son, ever again mother, what I mean is, becoming a woman is all I have ever dreamed of, and now this! I'll have everything I ever dreamed of, but..." "You can think of it as a job Ann, a job with extra benefits if it makes it easier." "I'm okay mom. You know that I'll do it, how could I not?" "I'll call Mark and tell then." "Dan and I have a date this afternoon, so why don't you wait a few days?" I changed into a skirt and top, put some makeup on, then waited for Dan to arrive. When he did, it was hard to ignore the way he looked at me, but I put it off to it being only our second date. That changed later that afternoon when he and I were walking through the park. He took me around the waist and kissed me, holding me very tight. I did not resist as he pushed against my lips with his tongue, beginning to enjoy the way he made me feel, then I felt it. Against my leg. Dan was excited! I pushed away while looking into his eyes, searching for a reason why I was able to get a reaction out of him when a professional woman couldn't! He had said that he wasn't Gay! Before I got any answers, Danny pulled me closer and hugged me before he kissed me once again. I broke away, running slowly away, making him follow me. When he did I took his hand in my own and asked him to take me home. I was afraid that I might step off into the abyss and do something I was sure that I might like, but didn't want to think about. That night I told mom to call Mark and set it up, and within two days I was in the hospital. Mark very carefully explained everything to me, making sure that I understood what he was going to do, telling me that I would be totally out for at least three days, then have to suffer through at least a few months of recovery, but I had made up my mind, so I signed the release, and was put under. I can't say how they managed it, only what they did, and later, how I looked when the doctors were done. First, I ached all over, but I had a pair of breasts that I was told were an C cup, my waist was smaller and my hips wider with a rounder butt. I didn't have one extra hair that I should have, and that included a beard. My nose had been reshaped a little and my chin softened, but the biggest change was of course, the fact that I no longer had my manhood. In it's place was what looked to be a normal vagina, although I was told that my manhood was still intact. By the time I was able to go home I was barely used to having breasts, and the ache had slowed down a bit, but the first time I was able to see my full body in the mirror sent me to shaking. I looked just like a girl! Play time was over; my dream had been realized. I spent weeks getting used to the new me, learning how to take care of my new parts, mom insisting that I do what she told me so I didn't get an infection, which was just one of many things that I had to learn about being a girl. Before, when I was tired of wearing a bra, all I had to do was take it off and become myself again. As the girl I had become, I no longer had that option. I was no longer a boy. Almost seven weeks after I had the surgery, mom enrolled me in a charm school where I learned how to walk, talk, flirt, sit and act like a very refined young lady. Things like how to dress for various occasions as well as how to do my own hair were also on the agenda among about a thousand other things. After two months of that I was sure that I was just about as much as girl as it was possible for me to get. It took a long time to get accustomed to having the same limitations girls do, things like using the bathroom became not a chore, but it always took me longer, then of course there was having to wear makeup and have my hair done before I was allowed to leave my room. The lady that ran the charm school was very strict that way, but when it came to dressing myself, I thought I had that down pat. She made sure that I knew it when I was wrong. It was always the little things, like how I wore a skirt, the color selections I made, or how I sat down. When I was surprised, she expected a certain reaction, which I almost never got right at first. Makeup, an essential part of how I had to present myself had to be perfect every time or I got hell. In short, it was miserable learning to be a girl. It wasn't as easy as just wearing a dress, that's for sure! That said, by the time I was told my training was over, three months had passed, and virtually every sign that I was a male had been eradicated. During the time I was at the charm school, the old King died, and Mark issued me just enough identification papers that I could apply for, and get a drivers license. With that I also got a new passport. I had turned 18, become a girl, and I was about to become a Princess, only Daniel, for the first time, had experienced having his parts start working when he was around me. That caused me to worry about him a lot, since the entire idea was that he couldn't, and I wasn't able to, which meant that we weren't supposed to be able to do what was expected of young couples. Except that for some reason I managed to excite him. When mom and I were alone, I mentioned it to her. "You have become the girl of your dreams Ann, a beautiful, well mannered, well dressed, and sexy young lady in every way. It's has to be what you wanted to be, so why are you surprised that Daniel finds you so attractive?" "But you said that he couldn't...do it, that he wasn't Gay! But if he isn't Gay, why would he be excited around me? I don't have one thing he should want from a woman, and if he's not Gay, and I already know that he knows about me, I'm in the same fix! I don't have anything to offer him!" "Ann! Stop this right now! I have always said that it was something you two had to work out, haven't I? If you don't want to...get involved, then don't! Daniel knows that this is part of the agreement, so it's up to you if you want to get involved with him! Besides, there are lots of ways for a woman to make her man happy without resorting to...trying to have a baby for example! Women have been making their men happy for centuries without...normal sex, and you know exactly what I'm talking about!" I had to find out if what I had been told was a lie, and made plans to find out. Daniel getting excited around me was one thing, but for me to act on it was another. Mom just told me that girls had been doing "it," for centuries; I knew exactly what she meant; it meant that I would have to "do," Daniel if I wanted to know the truth. That caused me think about it for a while, then I decided that even though I looked like a woman in every way, I had to prove my own femininity to myself, and maybe Daniel. To that end I carefully selected what I was going to wear for his seduction. I wore the powder blue thong panties with the matching low cut bra, the blue and white sundress, my flats, and a smile for our date that day. As soon as he picked me up I asked him to go to the bluff over looking the ocean we both liked. As soon as he parked the car I put my hand on his leg, my signal that I wanted him to kiss me, which he did. Long, lingering kisses with tongues mingling led to some serious groping, like his hand on my breast. As he began to massage me, he put my hand on his pants. Feeling his hardness, I must have let out a low groan in his ear. With some struggle he started to maneuvered himself so that he could release himself from his pants, but I stopped him. "Not here Daniel, it's to public!" "Let's go to your apartment. We can...have more privacy?" He nodded his head yes, and after we straightened up a bit, he drove to his apartment, Once we were inside he pulled me close to him and kissed me. I moved away, and slowly but firmly reached back, unzipped my dress, shrugged my shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Standing there in my panties, a bra and a smile, I enjoyed the look of lust on his face. It took only a moment for him to recover, scooping me up in his arms and carrying me to the bedroom. Setting me down I went to him and began to undress him, not letting him help me. We he was naked I moved to the bed and lay down, waiting for him to join me. Having sex with a man did not make me a woman, but it was going to go a long way towards making me feel like one, so after he was laying next to me, and for the first time ever, I put my hand on another man. Slow gentle strokes caused him to start panting, which is when I asked him if I could "kiss it." He lay back as I lowered my head to his manhood, first kissing it, then a small lick before I opened my mouth and took him. With my hand firmly holding him I exercised my feminine prerogative and began to tease him a bit by stopping, but his hand on the back of my head let me know that he was almost ready. When he erupted I was pleased with myself, and scared at the same time. No matter what else had happened to me, I had just crossed the line, and I had just proved femininity to myself. I had also put the lie to rest. Daniel could react to a woman! "I didn't think that you could! That's what I was told anyway, was everyone lying to me?" "No," he said loudly... "That has never happened before! Not ever, I promise!" Then he smiled at me. "Maybe this means we were meant to be together all along." "I think that someone lied to me Daniel." "I promise! I tried it with a professional woman and she failed. I also tried a boy, and I failed there too! It has to be you! The fact that your not quite a woman that must be what makes me... react!" But you were fantastic Ann! It was just great!" I wanted to pout, but couldn't. I had just made my guy release, something two pros had failed to do! I lay against him for a moment, then... well, we spent the whole night together, exploring every square inch of each others bodies and exploring all of our options, reveling in the knowledge that my guy wanted me as his woman. I did not feel bad about it because I felt that he completed my journey. Daniel and I got married and traveled to the small country and he began to oversee things. I became an ambassador of goodwill and often met with the tourist who visit the castle. He and I quickly became popular and many of the people that wanted someone else in his place simply faded away. But eventually we decided to have a baby, and adopted a baby girl we named after our Grandmothers. Lily Rose. Life is good. © 2020 The above work is copyrighted material. Anyone wishing to copy, archive, or re-post this story must contact the author for permission.