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That Girl Janet L. Stickney [email protected] "I know what you're thinking," mom said quietly. "You didn't think I knew, and now that you do, you probably think that you'll look like a freak, or one of those garish drag queens, but I promise you that if you cooperate, you'll look just as pretty as any of the girls you know! And besides," she added, "since I already know that you have been playing around in my clothes; I don't want you to try to deny it!" "But mom!.... That was just..." "Just you dressing up in my clothes. I already knew that. I also know that you've been playing dress up in my clothes since you were little; this time all I'm asking you to do is let me help you get dressed up! This time you can do it in clothes that actually fit you, so you'll look more like a girl your own age. After we do that then we'll talk about this some more...okay?" As if I had a choice. Mom dragged me into her bedroom and took some measurements, telling me that we would begin my transformation on Friday. I was about to become an 18 year old girl! Just out of high school, I had yet to secure a job, so, according to mom, I had plenty of time to perfect this being a girl thing. the reason for the change was simple. My dad worked at an advertising agency that had been contacted by a company that made and sold things to the Transgendered community, and he had been given the job of finding a suitable model! I know, because he told us that he had interviewed many people for the job, but most of them were to old, to heavy, to inept, or otherwise not suitable; that's when he and mom turned to me. The fact that my mom knew about my casual dressing up in my room must have tipped the scales. Over dinner a few days earlier.... "Howard," Dad said, "since we have no idea how you'll look as a girl, at least I don't, this is only a test. It isn't a done deal by any means; all we want to do is get you dressed up and take a few pictures so we can review them. If it works out that you fit the bill, and you agree to the terms of the contract and the obligation required, then you can expect to make at least $90,000 a year... if you agree to do this I mean. We cannot, and certainly won't force you to do it, but we certainly want you to think about it." "Ninety grand?! A year?" "That's would be the basic fee of course, given the number of days that you would have to work, but it could go higher if the client wanted more than the average." After a pause... "They actually wanted someone younger, but the laws regarding minors are so restrictive, that we talked them into using someone 18 or older; believe me when I say that we checked every Transgender organization we could find, just to find someone that fit the, but we were told that it was extremely rare to find someone 18 or younger as a member since they all require that a person be 21 or older, which left me to think about other choices. When your mother reminded me that you liked to play dress up, and since you're 18, well, you were, while not the obvious choice, the only one we had." "But," mom added, "you should understand that if this client agrees to use you, that you might find yourself dressing as a girl virtually the whole time the ad campaign goes on. That's because I think it would be hard to keep switching back and forth from boy to girl and back that often. Your father doesn't see it that way, but I do, so we'll just have to wait and see." "Me? A girl? All the time?" "Maybe," dad said softly, "or maybe not, that assumes that the client accepts you as their model, which is not a sure thing by any stretch." "All we're asking," mom said quietly, "is for you to at least try it. I'll help you of course, but not unless you agree to do what I tell you. We have to do this right or not at all." "Being a model," dad said, "is, or can be, a lucrative career Howard, and since you have not yet selected a college, and don't have any other job prospects, well, maybe this could provide you with the chance to have a modeling career." My parents made it clear that I could say no, but ninety grand? How could I pass that up? I told them that I would do it, but made it clear that unless I looked really good there wasn't any way that I would do it, and they agreed. Mom said that she would go out and buy a few things and we could begin my transformation. The next day mom left early, returning about noon, and soon after that I found myself in my bathroom covered in a pink goo that burned a bit as soon as she slathered it on.. When she told me I could, I stepped into the shower and watched as almost all of the hair on my body, which wasn't that much to start with, wash down the drain. Then came a long soak in a bubblebath and the careful use of a razor to remove those stray hairs that did not wash off. Then came a very close shave. When I finally stepped out of the bath, mom was ding there waiting for me. After she checked me all over for stray hairs, she handed me a very tight flesh colored thing that looked a bit like a thong. Once I had it on I could see the reason for it. All traces of my manhood were gone! The new panties were the newer high cut ones, and fit me fairly well. Once I had them on mom took me into her bedroom, sat me at her vanity, and began to do my makeup. A light foundation followed by a dusting of powder, then eyeshadow in shades of mauve, pink and gray, highlighted with dark eyeliner over and under my eyes. On my cheeks she used a pale peach blusher. My still damp hair was brushed out, then a few rollers were set in. Then we went back into my room. Mom watched as I put the bra on without any help, inserting the smallish breastforms she handed me before I reached for the pantyhose. I sat and effortlessly pulled them on, which drew a sigh from mom. I took the offered blouse; it was white with a round collar that had a small flower on each collar tip. It was so thin that I could see traces of my bra right through it! The skirt was red and white with pleats, about two inches above my knees. Stepping into the white flats I turned to the mirror and added the lipstick without any prompting. I already had a good idea of how I would look from my previous forays into mom's closet, but even with my hair still in rollers I was shocked! After she brushed out my hair I was even more elated. "What we need to do now, if you want to present yourself in the best light, is go to the salon and have them do a proper job on your hair. You certainly need to get your nails done, and maybe get your ears pierced! If you choose not to do that, just tell me, otherwise, take this." "This" was a purse, a white shoulder bag. As I took the purse... "Since you'll need to have a girls name, did you have anything in mind?" "I like the name Kristen mom." With my fondest dream coming true, I did not hesitate to follow mom out to the car. As we walked into the salon I half expected to be seen as a boy in a skirt. We signed in and sat in the row of chairs, and still, nobody said a word, or gave any hint that they knew that I was a boy. We sat and waited until I heard my name being called. "Kristen?" I looked up and smiled. "Come this way dear, and we can get started." I was living out an unbelievable fantasy, one that I had harbored for a very long time, so I figured that as long as I had the chance, I might as well go all out and get what I wanted. I knew from reading things on the net that guys like me rarely get the chance to follow their dream of becoming absolutely feminine, so I boldly asked the stylist, "Can I get my hair dyed a strawberry blond...with some curls?" "Dyeing it is the easy part honey, but your hair isn't quite long enough for a lot of curls; how about some modest waves...for now? Until your hair grows out a bit more?" I agreed, and lay back as the stylist went about her job. The scalp rub was fantastic, the burning sensation of the dye wasn't, but she was efficient, and I soon found myself under the hair dryer. The manicurist came over to do my nails while I waited for my hair to dry. The girl tsked a few times, suggesting that I let her use acrylics to lengthen my nails. They were a bit ragged and very short, so I figured "why not?" and let her do it. By the time she was done with my nails they were about a quarter inch longer than the ends of my fingers, tapered and painted a nice mauve color; then it was back to the stylist chair and a brush out. Needless to say, I was very happy with my new look, and better, mom didn't say a word about it! After mom paid the ... "I was right! You look just darling! And that blond hair!" "It'll make it harder for anyone that knows me to recognize me mom, and besides, don't blonds have more fun?" "We'll see about that, but I must say that you've taken this dress up thing a lot farther than we thought you would!" "No I didn't," I said, "you already knew that I liked to play dress up, so you must have guessed that I wouldn't say no,or even that I might be pretty enough, or you and dad wouldn't have suggested any of this, and besides that, you probably knew, or guessed that I would do what I wanted once I had your permission to become a girl...right?" "I guess," mom said a bit sourly, "but we...I never figured that you would...look so...pretty!" "Mom, you have no idea what it's like to want something like this! You were born a girl, so you don't think anything of it! But for me, or any guy wanting to be a girl, we rarely get the chance to dress up the way we want! It can be dangerous, it goes against everything people think about guys, and on top of that, not many guys can even do it and even then most of them look, at best, average! This has always been just a fantasy of mine because I never thought that I could do it! Now that I have the chance to at least try, I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that I'm the best girl that I can be!" "I can see that! I hope that doesn't that include boys!!" "Well...if I'm living as a girl all the time, like you said I might, how can I avoid it? What I mean, is, if I'm going to become a girl full time, and some guy hits on me, what else could I do? I mean, girls like boys, ... and if I get hit on, I'll have to be the girl I seem to be, right?" "We'll have to talk about that some more, but for now, lets stop at your fathers office so he can see what you look like as a girl." We breezed past several office staff and walked into dad's office unannounced, and found him talking to a lady. He looked up at us, his eyes going wide as his mouth dropped open. "Hi daddy," I said in a daringly coquettish manner. . "We thought," mom said, "we would stop by and see if you were free for lunch. This is Kristen by the way." "That's fine honey. This Vivian Frost. As a matter of fact she is the person I wanted Kristen to meet!" "This is your son!?" "It is," mom told her. "We stopped at the salon this morning for a quick makeover." "I'm very impressed! She's quite pretty!" She got up and walked over to me. "How long have you been dressing up my dear?" "Since I was little, but never like this! I always used mom's clothes. When dad asked me to do this for him I wondered why, but he explained it to me, and I agreed to try it. I just wanted to see how I looked, mom helped me, and this is how I turned out!" "Did your father explain that this is going to be a very big ad campaign? Magazines, catalog's, and the Internet, and personal appearances at most if not all of the conventions the Transgender community holds. If you to do this, I promise you that you'll be a very busy girl!" "I think I can handle that!" Being able to dress as a girl full time...and get paid for it? Wow!" "Yes. Wow," Vivian said in a very business like manner. "But, there are a few rules that you must adhere to at all times, and also, a few conditions. You must be a male, and by that I mean no hormones to gain roundness or breasts, you must have a flawless completion, and whenever you are appearing you must be dressed in things we sell. Those are just a few but we'll cover the rest later. What you wear on your own time or traveling is up to you of course, although we would hope that you always present yourself as a young lady." "That doesn't sound so bad." "Not now it doesn't," Vivian said grinning, "but after a few weeks of laser treatments to remove all of your body hair and beard you might think differently. You'll have to endure it so that you'll always have that smooth flawless skin tone that we are after. You'll also be required to spend at least 90 to 120 days or more at a charm school. They'll help you with your walk, mannerisms, and so on. I'll pay for it, but it is a requirement. You'll also have to come to the shop so that you can be fitted with breastforms and a gaff. Is that okay with you?" "If she travels," mom asked, "she will need to have identification good enough to pass scrutiny when she flies. How are you going to manage that?" "Oh! She'll fly in our corporate jet of course, so identification isn't that big of a problem, but I think we can manage to get her a drivers license, which should be enough in most cases." "But that would mean that Kristen would be...Kristen...all the time, right?" Mom sounded very concerned. "It would be better," Vivian said with a smile, "for her, the company, and our ad campaign, plus she would be able to show our products in a much better light, don't you think so? And besides, it's not like Kristen would disappear, she'll be able to come home as often as possible. We have even decided to do all of the photo shoots right here, so she wouldn't have to travel very much at all, at least not for a while anyway. In order to prepare her, I would need her for at least two weeks for the laser treatments, the we have the fittings of course, and right after that she will have to be away while she attends the charm school. After that she can live at home." "Kristen will be paid for this part of her....transition," Dad said, "because it's required. But, I'm telling you right now that this has to be totally voluntary on your part or this is the end of it. You are an adult now, and free to make your own decisions. It's completely up to you." "You're kidding," I blurted out. "How could I possibly pass up a chance like this?!!" Dad grunted, mom sighed, and Vivian smiled, while I just stood there grinning because this whole thing was a fantastic dream come true! Then we all sat a big table and went over every item point by point, making small changes here and there that dad said would be better for me. I even made a change or two. It was complicated, but all I could focus on was the chance to dress as a girl full time and get paid for it! By the time we were done and I had signed the contract it was late so we all went out to dinner. Two days later I took a plane to Vivian's corporate offices, met with her, and quickly found myself immersed in the transformation from boy to girl. She was right about those laser treatments, it did not hurt much but since they were doing my entire body, I was sore at the end of each session, and red like a beet! But, within a few weeks I had no beard and no extra body hair; at least no more than the average girl would have, except for one thing. They had removed every bit of hair in my groin! I did not find out the reason for that until I went for my fittings. The artist show me pictures on the computer, which were exacting in their both detail and how they looked. I had no idea anything like that existed! After he explained things to me, he and I spent hours making molds until he was satisfied, then both the panty and the breastforms were custom made for me using the molds taken directly from my body and color matched to my exact skin tones which seemed to take forever. Four days later I had the first fitting. Having another guy do this to me was, at the very least, embarrassing, but I knew it had to be done and did not complain. He helped me get the panty on because it fit me exactly, and was quite tight. My manhood was lubricated, then pushed into a sheath that also pushed my testicles up into my body while allowing for elimination like a girl. The hips were padded of course, and the backside was well rounded and virtually perfect, then glued in place, right down into the crack of my butt! As lifelike as that panty looked, once the breastforms were fitted, one at a time, and when they were done it looked as if I grew them myself! Naked, I stood there looking in the mirror at a girl! From the top of my newly dyed hair to the B cup breast to the fine slick of hair around my groin, I looked like a girl! Even my waist looked smaller because of the hip padding! "These are very expensive Kristen," Vivian said, "because every panty and set of breastforms are custom made, using the same method we used on you. The person that dresses up casually isn't our market. They are aimed at those that want to live full time but can't afford, or don't want, expense of the surgery and hormone treatments. By having you go through the same procedure, you'll be better able to explain it to them." "How expensive are they?" "About $3500 for both the panty and the breastforms, but there is a market out there for them. There are other companies that sell breastforms and panties that are really quite good, but they have their drawbacks; ours do too, but we worked very hard to reduce or eliminate them. As you can see, rather than a thong like panty, ours is full cut so we can provide the proper hip, waist and rise measurement for every body size, and allow for more natural uses. And like your panty, the breastforms are also custom made for every individual." "Natural uses?" "Well yes! Some of our customers want to be as close to real as possible, so we incorporated their demands into the panty. Things like body elimination of course, plus the ability to have menstrual periods. You can even have sex with a man if you like." "You mean that I'll be able to have sex!? And periods?!" "Of course! It is a natural function for women...right?" "I guess I can understand the sex part, but periods? All I ever heard was that they're a pain!" "They can be, but some of our clients have asked for that particular function, so we provide that as well. In your case, because of your age, and the fact that you'll be our representative, we have included all of the options into your panty, not only to help you feel more like a girl, but also, so you can explain them to our customers as well. And, because of the new materials we use, you'll only have to remove the panty and breastforms once every six months. That's when we reload the menstrual packets." I was shocked at what Vivian told me because I never planned on, or even considered having periods, but she was right about one thing, it would make as close to the real thing as a guy could get, that's for sure! "I can see by the smile on your face that they meet with your approval?" "Hell yes! I mean... I did not expect to have periods, or be able to have...with a guy, but yes ma'am." "Before we bring these to the market we have to have a real life test, and your it Kristen. I want you to report anything that you feel isn't working, is uncomfortable, whatever...okay?" "Yes ma'am." "Good. Go get dressed and I'll take you over to the charm school. You'll be living there for the next three or four months, and since we want to start our ad campaign as soon as possible, sooner is better than later." If any of you out there think that charm school is easy...think again! I was up at 6am every day, beginning my day with a very light breakfast (to lose weight I was told), then hours on end learning how to walk, use my hands and arms, sit, talk, do my own hair and makeup, what to wear, when and how, plus, how to take care of my body! Then of course were the sessions with the speech therapist; I had to learn how to talk all over again! Hours doing aerobics to help my muscle tone and lose weight were demanding, but I slowly began to enjoy it, especially when I started to lose weight. In the past it was just shower and go! I was told very clearly that I would have to maintain my body the way a real girl does! Girls clean themselves because they can get infections. I had to do it so that the panty didn't get "ripe," in the words of my instructor. Did I mention her? Well, she's very pretty, but underneath all that, I'm positive that she's really Atilla the Hun in a dress! I started to hate that woman, because it seemed that nothing I ever did was good enough for her. That said, I began to mechanically use everything she taught me without thought, right down to the way that most women used their arms and hands. That was the hardest thing to learn, but when I watched the videos of myself, even I could see how much more it emphasized my feminine manner, and began to understand her demands better. Learning how to take care of myself when I had a period was enlightening to say the least, and I don't think I would wish that on anyone, although it is one of the preeminent things a female does! At the end of my time there I doubted that anything remained of my old self. My hair had grown out to shoulder length, my skin was much softer and smoother due to the lotions I was using, my makeup was always perfect, and every one of my mannerisms were feminine; that, and the fact that I had lost almost 30 pounds! I was a svelte size ten, and that was only because of the width of my shoulders. She wanted me to stay in proportion. Beverly, the instructor, took me out shopping so that I could get a feel for the way women shop, which is totally unlike that way men do it. "You need everything honey, so let's start with lingerie and work our way up from there." I was allowed to select what I liked within reason; bras in several styles, panties in various styles, from French cut to full, slips, camisoles, teddy's, robes, nightgowns and a corsolet. From there it was dresses, slacks, shorts, blouses, swimsuits, more leotards, about ten pairs of shoes and boots, jeans, tops, and of course, skirts. Then it was on to accessories, like jewelry, scarves, gloves, coats and so on. We were both exhausted by the time we left the mall! When the time came to leave, I carefully selected what I was going to wear that day, starting with a pair of high cut white lace trimmed panties with the matching bra, then nude pantyhose followed by the yellow sundress that was trimmed in white. White heels, gold trimmed white earrings and choker necklace with bracelet to match. I used a light red lipstick and my best perfume, checked my purse, and walked out of my room. She was standing there waiting to pick me up, her eyes going very wide when she saw me. I sauntered into the room, stopping in front of her and smiled. "Hello mother." "Kristen! You've...you look... you're.... I'm speechless!" "Let's go have lunch mom, I'm starving!" "I'll send your things along Kristen. Eric will be there later this afternoon." I hugged Beverly, then mom and I left. I saw her watching me several times, her eyes wide with the changes I had undergone; I only smiled to myself. Even my voice had changed a bit, going from a tenor to alto which she discovered when I first spoke to her. I ordered a light salad and a diet cola, something I never did before. It was always a burger and fries. But I really got mom when I told her that we needed to stop at the drugstore. "I need some Tampons mother. The school provided them while I was there, but now I need my own." "Tampons! Why would you need those! You're not a female, and you can't possibly need them!" "Mom! Lets talk about this at home...please? There have been a lot of changes, and I'll tell you all about them later, but trust me, I need them okay?" By the time we got home, mom was bursting at the seams; no doubt her curiosity was getting the best of her, so after I visited the bath to change my Tampon and we were in my bedroom, I asked her to wait and watch. Then I undressed, right down to my skin, and stood facing her. Since mom did not know about the intricacies of the panty, she was very shocked when she saw how I looked. My measurements were 36B-25-37, not quite perfect, but very acceptable. My natural waist had been reduced via the diet, and aerobics so when I stood there in front of her, naked like that, I looked exactly like any other girl. I saw mom's eyes drift downward, stopping when she saw the thin string that allowed withdrawal of the Tampon. That's when I told her everything. As I did, I changed into a pair of red short shorts, a white top and my tennies, then touched up my makeup. I had become as close to being a female as it was possible to get without hormones or surgery, and my mother was shocked into silence for a moment. "But...but... that would mean that you could have sex with a boy!" "That's what it means mother, but I don't think..." "I saw the way that boy...Eric? Was looking at you honey, and don't try to tell me that you haven't noticed it too!" "Eric?! He's cute, but..." Mom looked me over, from my shoulder length blond hair to my breasts, which were jutting out like any 18 year old girls would, to my narrow waist and flaring hips, even my groin, which was clearly defined by the tight shorts. "Has your father seen you?" "No mother. They thought it would be better if we did this without any...interference?" "So...you're going to just wait until he gets home tonight?" "Ummmm...I was thinking more along the lines of meeting him for dinner at the country club; that way you and I can both get all dressed up and surprise him!" "You know perfectly well that unescorted ladies are not allowed into the dining room Kristen, so..." "I've already asked Eric to join us mother. He'll be here at six to pick us up!" "I see! Well...in that case...do you have a nice dress to wear?" "I have a few, but I thought that since we have the time, that you and I might hit the stores and see what we can find!" My mother, still in shock, agreed, and we left for the local mall. It took a while, but eventually she loosened up and we began to enjoy some mother daughter type shopping. It was very easy to simply enjoy the simple pleasures of life, like fulfilling the dream of shopping for dresses with my mother. What a joy! I picked out several dresses for her to try on, which she did. She looked stunning in the red. Knee length, it was fitted with a flaring skirt and spaghetti style shoulder straps. I found another one, similar to hers in an emerald green; the skirt was a bit shorter but that's about all. I tried to get her into some very risque type lingerie but she demurred, settling for a lacy pushup bra instead. We both bought some jewelry to match our dresses, then we went home to get ready for my debut. Mom looked radiant when I saw her; she was smiling widely, and she looked like a million bucks. Eric arrived, and drove us to the country club, walking in with each of us on an arm. Eric is well over six foot with dark curly hair, brown eyes and very well built. He looked smashing in his tux. As we approached the table both dad and Vivian rose to greet us. Dad's eyes fixed not on me, but on mom; she rarely dressed up really fancy, so I know that she was enjoying the looks she got from dad. By the time he looked at me I had sat down, Eric to my right. "Wow! You two look...I'm speechless! Joann, you're...you look just great!" Turning to me... "And just look at you! If I didn't know I don't think I ever would!" "You're very pretty Kristen," Vivian said, "just like your mother! I'm very pleased with you Kristen, and to show you how much, I want you to have this." Opening the small box I found a pair of diamond earrings! "Oh! Thank you so much! They're gorgeous!" Vivian introduced Eric, and we had dinner, danced, laughed, and had a wonderful time. Mom and I had talked about my changes and abilities, and decided that dad did not need to know quite everything, only that I looked like a girl everywhere. Two days later I was in the studio for the first time. Never having done it before I could only do as I was told. With Vivian there guiding every shot, I wore, and posed in several different ways, about twenty different outfits, from baby dolls to dresses. By the end of the session I was tired but elated because Vivian seemed very pleased. For the next three weeks I spent at least 12 hours a day in the studio! I thought that we had exhausted all of the clothes available, but no. "The next series will be all about the panty and breast forms Kristen, and they will be very explicit. This series of photos will only be available in my shop, and only to those that can afford the set, okay?" She was right. They were very explicit! But that only took a few hours, and I was told that I could have the next three weeks off while she and her staff assembled the pictures into her catalog. The very next day I went to the gym to put in a few hours of aerobics and have a nice swim. That's where I met Sarah and Jennifer. They were both about my age, and we hit it off right away. Sarah is a bit chunky but was very pretty, while Jennifer was more my size. We changed into our swimsuits and hit the pool for an hour or so, then the showers. As we got dressed... "How about some lunch?" Jennifer asked. "There's that new salad place on fifth..." That was the beginning of my friendship with them. Actually, Sarah and I became very close, more like sisters, while Jennifer, more reserved, was a dear friend, but it was Jennifer that introduced me to someone that would change more than a few things in my life, and that someone was her cousin Stanley. Unlike Eric, Stan is about 5' 11," stocky,with a shock of curly brown hair that he tried hard to manage with gel, but was failing. He wasn't cute like Eric, but he exuded masculinity in a quiet but firm way. When he asked me out I said yes. It would be my very first real date. Since I had become a girl in every respect I was anxious to try out my girly skills on a guy that had no idea what I was. Dad insisted, so he had to face my parents, getting the 'eye' from dad before we left the house. My dad was becoming more protective of me with each passing day; I guess he accepted the fact that I had become his daughter. Stan was very attentive all evening and I really enjoyed the attention. When he dropped me off at home I let him kiss me, then went inside. Two days later I was back in the studio, doing wigs. I was beginning to grasp the enormity of Vivian's products, and did my best for her. "There's a convention in Atlanta Kristen. We have booked quite a bit of space and two suites. It starts in about a month, and I want you to be there when we set up. I want the people attending to get a good look at you." Stan and I went out with three more times, then I had to leave. On the day I walked into the hotel it was crowded with people attending "our," convention. Some were dressed as women,some weren't. Animated conversations were going on all around me about boobs, "hiding Mel," dress styles, family problems and work just a few of the topics I overheard. I was wearing a sleeveless pale green dress with a white belt and low white heels to match with a double strand of pearls with matching earrings, just a touch of makeup and plain white barrettes to hold my hair back. I'm positive that I could feel eyes watching me as I checked in, and smiled to myself. All of my luggage, and all of the "special clothes, breast forms and gaffs were already there as well. I settled in then checked the other suite. Just as I walked into the room Vivian walked by. "Kristen! I didn't expect you to be here! I thought the plane was delayed!" "Whatever it was, they fixed it, and here I am!" "Green really is your color honey, you look heavenly....delicious even!" Ignoring that... "I have everything set out and ready in my suite. I was going to go down and check on Eric to make sure that he's okay." "I'll go with you; just let me change." When I saw him, well, I was shocked! Eric was all dolled up! He wore a knee length skirt in a hot pink with a white pullover top and white heels. He had on a medium long curly auburn wig, and his makeup was almost, but not quite flawless. He fit in perfectly with many of the others I saw walking around. He was busy putting out the displays and did not see us walk up. "Erica you look darling!" "Thanks Vi, I'll be done here in a few hours, I have the wigs to set out." "Maybe you can help her Kristen? I have a few things to sort out. Let's meet in the dining room at...6? That'll give Erica plenty of time to get cleaned up and change." "I didn't know that you..." "Yeah, for along time now. I'm not as good as you, but I do my best." "How come Vivian didn't use you instead of me!?" "I'm too tall for one thing. She wanted a girl that was more average in height, and I really didn't want to anyway." "But why! With a little effort you would look smashing!" "I'm Gay Kristen, and by having to wear that..thing, well, I wouldn't be able to..." "I get it," I told him. He and I worked for several hours setting out the displays, fielding some questions from people that stopped by. Then we closed up so Erica could go change. I went to my room and freshened up but didn't change clothes. I did change my hair, fix my makeup and add some perfume. I met Vivian in the dining room. Erica looked much better in a summer linen suit and a more tailored looking wig. During dinner Vivian told me that the way they were going to sell the items I had on were by using video tapes of my fitting. "I would not even think of making you undress for anyone Kristen. The people that qualify will be able to see the molding, fitting, and final results. But your face will only be shown in the final shot. That way you'll be one of them and not just another young girl working the conventions. It's the same disclaimer that we put on our website." We sold tons of stuff at the convention, and I met plenty of very nice people. Vivian's company had the reputation for high quality goods at fair prices, unlike so many others that catered to the TG community. After the convention I had a whole month off, so I went home for some R and R. By then I had been living and working as a girl for almost six months; my nails and hair had grown out, and all of my mannerisms had become, not only natural, but better as well. Virtually every trace of the old me was gone, and I knew in my heart that I could never go back to being a guy. I would be a woman until I died. Mom was very happy to see me as I was her, and we spent hours talking about my work, the convention and so on. The time we spent together was so different from before, yet I found that mom and I had many things in common,more than I realized. She and I went to the shop so that my appliances could be removed, cleaned and reapplied. It was the mandatory six month check up that Vivian required. It felt very strange to not have breasts, and seeing my male appendage for the first time in six months was, well,it made me feel odd in a way. My skin was not wrinkled in any way, just pale. I used the lotion they gave me to rejuvenate my skin, and sat waiting for several hours before Matt called me into the studio. "We have improved the panty a bit Kristen; it's a very subtle change, but we have had some requests for it, so we have put it into your new panty." "What kind of change?" "Well...women, when they are stimulated correctly, self lubricate. Using your old panty you had to use something to lubricate for penetration. The new one has the lubrication built into it! We thickened the outer skin a bit, and using a porous gel, we were able to incorporate the lubricant, which will be excreted when the...panty is stimulated." "Holy shi... that means that nobody would know that it's not real!" "But that's the entire goal Kristen! To have the ability to allow a male to not only comfortably live as a woman, but also, to perform as one! That's why we have also added micro sensors to the breastforms and the panty. They will allow the user to sense when she is being stimulated, and act appropriately. They'll all be in your new appliances of course." I had an overpowering urge to try out my new appliances, especially the panty, but waited until I could ask Vivian if it was okay. I mean, I'm wearing it, but technically it's her property. I doubted that she would say no because after all, it is a major part of the wished for experience by so many that are willing to spend that much to buy this panty. I called Sarah and she arranged for Jenny, her, and I to meet at a cafe for lunch the next day. We talked about girl stuff, clothes, boys and school, then Jennifer told me that Stan had been talking crazy about me. "He wants to see you real bad Kris! I think he's in love! All he talks about is you." "That's nice," I said with a big grin. By the time I got home Stan had called me and arrived at my house soon after I did. I was beyond thrilled to see him and held his hand to let him know it. Then he and I went for a ride in his roadster. With the wind in my hair and my hand on his knee, a smile etched on my face, I sent every signal I could. I wanted him to stop the car and kiss me again. And again. He finally got the message and as we parked by the lake he reached for me and I submitted to him. Every nerve ending was on fire as he touched me, kissed me, and held me. I would have let him do more but the car was to small for that so we merely thrashed around hoping for more but setting for less. My mother seemed to know that Stan and I went at it but she did not say much. "Have a nice drive?" "Yeah. It was nice mom." "Just be careful honey. That boy has lust in his heart. I can tell by the way he looks at you." "Yeah, me too mom." Stan and I did not 'do it' for almost a month, then, on one of our outings, he stopped at a motel and after a fake struggle, I gave in to his demands. In short, it was wonderful. He was exhausted and I was content after having tasted him, felt him, smelled him, and loved him. I had finally become a woman. He and I did not do that again for a long time as my schedule had me flying all over the country, but finally, my contract was up and Vivian and I had a talk. "You have a boyfriend don't you?" "Yes, why?" "And I'll bet that you tried out the panty with him, right?" "Yes." "I am going to offer you another contract Kris. Three years this time. Can you two wait that long?" "I can, but he wants a wife and I want to bee that girl." "You can tell him, I can be there if you like. Or maybe your mom and dad. If he loves you he might overlook this issue, but you have to tell him honey. Love is about the person not the sex. I strongly suggest the you tell him and we can talk about my contract after that." I talked to my dad and he agreed, so I called Stan and asked him to come to the house.I let him in, then he saw everyone sitting there and knew it was something important. "You're not pregnant are you!?" "No honey, I am not pregnant." "Stanley," dad said calmly, "we all know that you are in love with our daughter, and Kris adores you, you already know that, but there is something else." "Stan," I said slowly, "I cannot get pregnant, or have a baby or anything like that. I was born a boy." I let that lay there like that for a moment. He looked stunned but said nothing, then... "But you and I... we... is that true?" "Yes honey. We did do it, and yes I enjoyed it, and so did you, but the fact is that I was born a boy, and I work for a company that sells things to the trans community.That's why I'm gone so much." "But we... is this all true? You're not joking are you?" "Stan," Dad said, "Kris is our daughter as much as if she were born a girl, but she wasn't. She was born a boy, but now, well, you know that she is a girl, right?" "Yes sir, but how? When?" "That doesn't really matter does it. The truth is that Kris loves you and wants you to love her back. You are what you are son, and Kris is a woman now. So, the only question is can you love her." He got up, walked over to me, took me by the hand and pulled me out of the chair, then kissed me like he really meant it. He wants a girl, and I am that girl. A very lucky girl.