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Parade
My friend Dave asked me if I was going to do it or chicken out. I
wanted to say no because if I didn't they might find out that I really
like dressing up like a girl and I have done that many times. The only
guy, besides myself that knows what I look like as a girl is Stan. He
saw me once when I was out one afternoon. He smiled and waved but so
far has not said a word about it. I did not answer Dave. I walked away
instead. I always watched the girls and the way they did things, but
especially because they all wear the short flippy skirts with nice
tops, their hair done nicely and the makeup perfect. I wanted to be one
of them. I want to wear the skirts and makeup just like them. I wanted
to be a girl.
The notice I was handed was always given to select boys. I have no idea
how they selected us or why, I only know what they wanted us to do.
That was, they wanted us to compete for the title of Faux Queen for the
annual founders day parade, then attend the following Prom five months
later. Of course, we all had the right of refusal, but I just knew in
my heart that I could not say no. I would at least try out, but I would
have to tell my mother. She would have to tell my dad because I would
never do that. All of the selected boys came from high schools all over
the county. The entire event was sponsored by local shops and run by
the Parks and Recreation Department, which meant that supposedly nobody
had an edge. There were usually a hundred boys to start with, but that
number was usually whittled down to 18 after we all appeared for
judging while dressed as girls. Again, I have no idea how they selected
the finalists, I only know that as a life long crossdresser there was
no way I could pass this up. I was absolutely eager to be dressed as a
girl, and I was sure that I was not the only guy that feels that way.
I gave my mom the paper and went to my room to watch television.She
came in a few minutes later.
"What are you going to wear for the tryout?"
"Why would I know?"
"Please. I know all about your dressing up and that small wardrobe you
have, so tell me. What are you planning to wear for the tryout?"
Swallowing my pride... "I don't have it yet. It's at the store on
fourth. I need to try it on to make sure, but that would be the perfect
dress for a tryout. It looks real sexy."
"Why don't you get ready to go. Wear a skirt and blouse. I'll wait."
I went to the shower to clean up and began to get dressed. I used my
birdseed breastforms and when I had my makeup on I got dressed in a
pleated skirt that was short on my legs and a plain white blouse. I
wore my white tennies. Adding lipstick and changing my earrings for
hoops, I grabbed my black purse and stepped out of my room to confront
my mom as a girl for the first time. I stepped out and as she heard me
she turned and saw me.
"Oh my! You look just delicious! Tell me what you think you need other
than the dress."
"I have no hips to speak of, and no buns, so a padded pantybrief, one
of the gel ones, and better breast forms. I use birdseed right now. And
heels. I have exactly one pair."
Okay then! This is going to be fun! let's go honey. By the way, what is
your name?"
"Kristen. Kristen Marie mother."
"Okay Kris, let's get you fixed up with a great wardrobe! This is going
to be so much fun!"
My mother was excited to be buying me girls clothes! You could
reasonably say that I was a bit shocked, so I asked her why, and told
her I wasn't leaving until I knew why she was so excited about me
dressing as a girl.
"Because I know that you have been playing dress up for years, and now
is your chance to actually become that girl you are searching for,
because I'll help you! I only want you to realize your dreams honey,
and if that means having a daughter rather than a son, I doubt it'll be
much different, but you'll need something better than a padded panty
brief! While you were getting ready I looked on line and found this
shop that caters to boys that want to look like girls and I think we
should see what they have before we do anything else. I agree that you
need hips and buns, so let's go to that shop to start with!"
She managed to shock me yet again, especially going to that shop. I
knew exactly which one she mentioned. I had visited it once. As we
walked into the shop mom did not hesitate to tell the lady that I need
to look like a girl all over, and mentioned the P&R event.
"Oh yes! We usually do several of the girls every year! You do
understand that this will require you to manage your body the same way
your mother and I do, right? I mean, you'll start having periods in a
month or so, and your breasts will be glued on and that will last for
almost a year. You will be as close to being a real girl as it is
possible to get without surgery. Are you ready for that?"
"Can't wait," I blurted out. I saw mom smile and it began. My Mother
left during the procedure, coming back some six hours later. By then I
was a girl! My breasts were a full B cup, my hips and booty well
rounded and my measurements were 37B-27-38. I loved it even though I am
not a small girl. I was touching up my lipstick when mom walked in,
with dad beside her!
"We have dinner reservations Kristen," dad said calmly, "so let's do
that and you two can go shopping tomorrow."
My father did not seem to mind that I was dressed as a girl which
confused the hell out of me, but I did my best to act like a girl, and
I even used the ladies room. Mom had that thin smile of hers, which
meant that she was amused. At home, in my bedroom, she asked me to
undress so she could see what I had become.
"Damn! You look positively just like a girl! I had no idea that lady
was this good! Put your pajamas on and we'll talk about feminine
hygiene."
That was an interesting talk. The next day she and I went shopping,
starting with the basics, like panties and bras, followed by a few
skirts, slacks, jeans, and shorts, plus two dresses including the one I
mentioned to start with. I also got three pairs of shoes and my ears
pierced. Along the way we stopped to register for the parade and Prom,
which is when I found out what era I had to represent. We all had to
draw a slip of paper with the info we would need on it. Reaching in I
was hoping to get the seventies, but I drew 1890-1910! That meant that
all my dresses would have to be from that era!
By the time we got home I was extremely curious about the style of
dresses I would be stuck wearing, so I went online to find out. All of
the skirts were really full, but the dresses looked real nice. Then I
found out what they wore underneath the dresses to make then stand out
like that. Hoops! And bustle! Worse according to my mom was the corset.
I almost quit right then but she assured me that my waist was small
enough to get by with only a minor squeeze. Mom and I both did some
research that night, discovering a place that made dresses from all
eras, but specialized in clothes for renaissance fairs. We went there
the next day.
The lady did not believe it when we told her I was a boy, and sadly, I
had no way to prove it, but she showed us several styles, but when she
explained the way ladies of that time used the bath I was beyond
shocked. They wore split bloomers which allowed elimination without
getting undressed. She and mom insisted that I try them on, so I
undressed and pulled on the split bloomers, which was very airy to say
the least.
"Depending on the style of the dress some ladies did not back into the
stall, but the faced front and straddled the fixture because it was
easier."
"How long does it take to get a dress made and how much?"
"This is for the Founders Day Parade, right?" mom said yes. "If you
agree to tell everyone where you got the dresses I'll donate them, hows
that?"
"Can Kristen pick the style?"
"Of course! She and I will spend a lot of time together because I need
her to try on everything including the under garments."
Every day mom had me practicing how to walk, use my hands and arms and
so on. Plus the art of makeup and doing my own hair. It was tedious
being a girl. I was trying to learn in a few weeks what girls have
their entire life to learn. Taking a break I went to the mall alone,
taking a break. I was wearing a mini skirt that was almost three inches
above my knee, and a loose top. I looked great and felt better, and was
just strolling along when I saw him. Stan was standing there staring at
me. All six foot two, 275 pounds of him. He smiled and walked up to me.
"Hi. I'm Stanley. Whats your name?"
"Um.. Kristen."
Just then a little girl walked up and took his hand.
"Your very pretty," she said to me.
"Thank you! What's your name?"
"Sasha. This is my Uncle Stanley."
"We've met."
"Can you take me to the restroom. He won't let me go alone."
"Of course."
"Uncle Stanley likes you. A lot."
"How can you tell?"
"I just know that's all."
We walked out and Stan was standing there smiling.
"Let me take you to dinner tonight Kristen. For watching Sasha."
"Better go with him," Sasha said. "Or he'll pout all night."
"Okay then. At seven?"
"At seven. Where do I find you?"
I gave him my address, and grinning, went home to get ready. I was
going on my first date! And he is a hunk of the first order. I told mom
as I went to my room to get ready. I was going to wear a black sheath
dress, square cut neckline, sleeveless and form fitting, plus the hem
was about two inches above my knees. I loved it since the crests of my
breasts could be seen. I looked great, smelled good and I have a
fantastic shape. I was ready to have Stan help me become a complete
girl.
When I let him into the house to met my parents, he towered over my dad
who is a mere 5'8," tall. Stanley was very polite and with a minor
scowl from my dad, he took my hand and we left. We had a wonderful
dinner as he had some great jokes and was very attentive. I loved all
the attention he was giving me and held his hand as often as I could. I
had landed a real hunk. When he dropped me off at home I kissed him
well enough to let him know that more of that would be just fine.
"Stanley," mom said at breakfast, "is a very nice looking young man."
"Yeah, I like him too mother."
"Your father is confused. He is under the illusion that when this is
over you'll be his son again. I didn't tell him that your a girl now.
He doesn't even know about that special panty you have. I tried to tell
him, but he didn't listen, and since he does not go into your room he
has not seen that box of tampons on your dresser. But when your friend
Stanley showed up at the door he was shocked when you kissed him, took
his hand and left."
"I'll think of something mother. I'm going to change and wash my car."
In my room I was about to put on my shorts when I saw them, The booty
shorts I had bought but never worn. I took off my panties and pulled
them on, then added a tee and stepped into my tennies. In the mirror I
could clearly see my fully outlined kitty, which meant that dad could
not miss the changes. Grinning I went back in the kitchen. Dad saw me
first, his eyes focused exactly where I knew they would, but smiled and
told him I was going out. I almost made it to the door.
"Kristen! You have a.... what I mean is how do you have a... you look
like.... a girl!"
"Finally! Dad, I am a girl! And I have all the right parts! How could
you not know?"
"Go put something else on! That looks indecent! NOW!"
I changed and went out the front. leaving my mother to explain things
to him. I was washing the car when Stan drove up. He had Sasha with
him. She ran up and hugged me, while Stan simply stood there grinning.
"I knew that you would look smoking hit in a wet tee."
"Sasha, come with me. Let's leave this brute here. I'll change."
Smiling at him, I took her hand and Sasha and went in. I told my dad
that she was my friend, and she sat there with him while I changed into
a dry shirt. Walking back in the room I saw Stan sitting there as well.
"And he thinks she is the hottest thing in a dress ever!"
"Who are you taking about Sasha?"
"You of course! Uncle Stanley likes you... a lot!"
"Does he know that she is a...."
"She is a beautiful girl honey and you know it. Kris, why don't you and
Sasha take Stan with you and get some take out chicken, I need to talk
to your father."
My dad was about to get an earful for trying to tell Stan that I am a
boy. Even I could see that she was steaming hot. I grabbed Sashas hand
and the three of us left. for the chicken joint. Sasha is about 10 or
11, with blonde hair and a wickedly cute smile. And she obviously has
Stan wrapped around her little finger. By the time we got back my dad
looked sullen and seemed like he was pouting, but mom was all smiles
and had Sasha sit next to her while we ate.
"Where is your mother Sasha?"
"My mom died of breast cancer two years ago. Now I live with Uncle
Stanley and his mom. He protects me and my mom."
"Protect you from what?!"
"Everything. That's why he needs someone else to take care of. Maybe
he'll lighten up on me!"
"Hey! I am not a meanie!"
"He won't let either of us go anywhere unless he is with us!"
"You're just a baby that's why!"
"Am not! It's only because my mom was your sister!"
"That's enough," Dad said calmly, "Sasha, you are always welcome here.
I'll protect you from this.... brute.," He said that with a big grin
and smiled.
"Thanks! Now he can watch Kris instead of me!"
I almost choked on that but really, I would not mind if he was watching
me, especially with that eye he has, The lusty one. Mom saw that look I
gave him and told Sasha and I to help her in the kitchen. As we cleaned
up mom asked Sasha where her dad was.
"I have never seen him, so I don't know. Maybe Uncle Stan does but he
won't say."
"You two have to go home. Kristen and I have some things to do."
"Okay Mrs. S. I'll call later Kris."
"Sasha thinks of you like a big sister, you do know that, right?"
"Yeah, I know that mom, but if Stan and I don't work out, what then?"
She and I went to pick up two of my dresses. One to wear during the
parade, a cornflower yellow dress with blue flowers as the print. The
other was a black and silver satin and lace fitted bustle dress that
was fitted exactly to fit me. It was wonderful. It also had a small
black hat. The yellow dress would be worn with a prairie bonnet. The
ball gown was not yet done and she would not show me, telling me that I
would love it. Mom and I went to get our assignments for the parade,
which is when I found out that I would be walking with Stan! And Sasha!
Mom would be walking with her boyfriend. Stan had to know about our
walking together, or he set it up.
We walked in the parade, Stan dressed as a typical farmer and me as the
typical farm wife, with Sasha wearing a burgundy long dress with us. We
looked very much like a family. After the parade I changed into my
shorts and a tee, then mom and I, with her boyfriend Greg, met up with
Stan, his mom Janet, and Sasha, and we all went to the long buffet they
had set up. It was like a great big picnic for the town. Somewhere
along the way Stan and I slipped away. I held his hand just like I
wanted, and he was smiling the whole time. We walked down by the lake
where he pulled me close, and for the second time, kissed me. I loved
it and did not stop him as his hand slid down my backside. I liked that
too. I even kissed him back. But...
"You do know that I am one of the faux girls, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"You know that means that I'm not a real girl, right?"
"Not yet, but you will be, soon I think."
"So you don't care?"
"No, do you? I mean, we are good together!"
"I don't mind at all! Now kiss me again!"
Over that summer I was started on hormones, my path tp womanhood
already started. By the time of the ball I had grown to an A cup, but
with some gel enhancers I had a full B cup. The gown was really
beautiful. It was a mint blue with white lace trim and a smallish
bustle and a sweet heart neckline which showed off my girls quite well.
I wore silver sequined shoes with rhinestone earrings, a bracelet to
match and a rhinestone necklace. My gloves were elbow length and
crystal white. I wore a big fake diamond ring over the glove on my
right hand. It took mom and I plus the seamstress to get me into the
dress, but I looked simply delicious.
"The reason I removed the panty is that every year some asshole always
disputes the winner. They usually claim that you are not a boy. This
way you can prove you are. Just come back and I put a new one one,
okay?"
Stan and Greg picked us up in a limo, and the four of us drove to the
hall. As we walked in Stan gave our names and we walked to our assigned
table. Every girl sitting there was really a boy, but there was
absolutely no way to tell! Everyone was gorgeous. As we danced the way
he looked at me was exactly the look of a man in love, and he was in
love with me! We ate, we danced, we even kissed a bit, then came the
announcements. As they ran through the Belle's Court, we sat there
anxiously waiting to hear who would be the Belle until next years
Parade. Evelyn, the girl sitting across from me was the first runner
up, then they called my name! I accepted the title of Belle and the
tiara, danced with Stanley again, then later, mom and I went back to
turn in the dress. The next morning I had a brand new panty put on and
I was back to being a complete girl.
"I know that look Kristen! You plan on doing something! Like making
Stanley yours?!"
"He's coming by later. Don't wait up for me mother. Besides, I am a
woman now and you know it! There is zero chance that I will ever be a
boy again, and Stanley is going to help me prove it."
When he showed up I was wearing my snug shorts with a loose top and my
tennies, with lipstick, perfume and a smile. I grabbed my purse and his
hand and we left. He thought we were going to lunch. Silly boy. I had
him go to a motel instead. Exploring our options he and I completed our
journey to become a pair. A couple bonded in love and adoration. He is
mine and I am his. By the way, Sasha was right. I could see the lust in
his eyes.
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