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Janet L. Stickney
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It took me absolutely forever to learn how to put the rollers in my hair,
but I finally managed to learn it, and I could finally do several
different styles all on my own. Because my hair was shoulder length I
could do my hair in many ways, but I always wore it down or in a
ponytail. My parents might be less than overjoyed if they found out that
I was trying to style my hair. Especially if they find out that I am a
very cute girl as well. I have a modest wardrobe and several pairs of
shoes. Twice a month they go to their cabin in the woods, which I have
hated from the time I was little, so I am allowed to stay home now. They
leave on Thursday night and come back on Monday, which gives me lots of
time to become the girl I should have been.
The moment they left I took a shower and shaved close, then got dressed
and did my hair in a curly bubble cut that I like. I was about to spend a
lot of money on something that I think will make me feel not only really
good, but look very real. I work at a car dealership keeping track of all
the sales and options people buy. I usually work three days a week from
one to seven on those days, which gives me a healthy allowance which I
save for things to make it easier for me to become a girl. This time
it'll be custom made breast forms and a special panty. As I drove over to
the shop I was excited beyond words. But when I stepped inside I saw my
mom sitting there! I instantly went into shock mode.
"The email they sent you as your appointment confirmation also went to my
email honey. And just for your information we always knew about you
playing dress up when we were gone. We even know your name. Jennifer,
right? So, tell me what you wanted to get here today."
Just how was I going to tell my mother that I wanted the very best breast
forms and panty they make!?
"Let me guess," mom said. "You want a really good, if not the best,
breast form they have, and that panty they make? Mrs. Martin told me all
about it. I'm impressed that you are willing to go this far, but not
shocked, not given how long this has been going on, but you do know that
with this special panty they make that you will start having periods,
right? Seems a bit over the edge but I guess I can understand. You want
to be a girl so bad that you are willing to suffer the same way other
girls do, right? Never mind. I know it's true. So! Lets get you fitted
out as a very complete and pretty young lady! When she is all done you
can come home."
Mom did not stay there as the lady worked on me since it would take at
least six hours. She merely told me she would be back at home. The moment
I saw my new breasts attached to my chest I knew that I was right all
along. They were perfect. A size B with no sag and matched my skin tone
exactly! The panty was the hardest to make but it also came out perfect.
There was no way anyone looking at me could say that I was a boy. She had
turned me into a 17 year old girl.
"You do realize that this panty will have to be attached for quite a
while, maybe ten months, and you will start having periods in about a
month, maybe five weeks. Now lets get you a bra."
It was everything I had always dreamed of. I have the figure, the right
parts, and I didn't even look bad. I had it all. At least until I get
home. After that I'm not sure. When I walked in the house I was swaying
like a girl, and the first person to see me was my dad. He stopped and
looked at me.
"You better change. We're going to the country club for dinner. See your
mother."
I went to my room, and mom followed me in rather quickly.
"Let me see honey."
I undressed and she saw the girl I had become, smiled and showed me the
dress.
"I guessed your size, but I think that you'll look just darling, so go
ahead and get dressed and we'll be waiting in the family room."
I no longer needed any padding and I was thrilled to simply wear panties
and pantyhose and my new bra, the newer Pushemup which made my girls
really stand out. The dress mom gave me was all red, sleeveless, with a
square neckline and was well above my knees. I slipped on my red heels,
did my makeup and added jewelry and perfume, then walked out to see my
parents. I did not look like a guy in any way. I looked like a
sophisticated 17 year old girl. I smiled at them, then dad motioned for
us to go.
As we walked into the dining room I saw several of my friends with their
parents. I did not wave. Just as we were eating dessert Stanley walked up
to our table and introduced himself.
"Hi. My name is Stan, and wondered if you would grace me with the first
dance?"
Since he wasn't asking my mother, I smiled and took his offered hand.
"You look better than I expected."
"Just what did you expect?"
"Not the hottest girl on the planet, that's for sure! You look
fantastic!"
"How did you know?"
"Once in a while I would smell a bit of perfume, or see some eyeliner. I
guess I figured it out after I saw you with your mom and dad."
"Okay, I guess I'll buy that, but what about Megan? You two have been
together since forever!"
"She and I are done.... By the way, what is your name?"
"Jennifer. Jennifer Ann."
"Can I take you home later?"
"Sure. Why not?"
As soon as I sat down my dad started with the twenty questions.
"You know that young man?"
"Of course! That's Stanley. He's taking me home later!"
"And he knows who you really are?!"
"Of course. Oh Look! Here he comes."
"Ma'am, Sir, I'd like to take Jennifer home tonight if that is okay with
you."
"That'll be fine Stanley. I want her home by midnight."
"Yes Sir."
Stan took me by the hand and we left. It was early so I had no idea what
he had in mind, but I could guess. Him handsome boy, me hot girl. He and
I went to a local hangout and went in, only to see Megan sitting there!
She gave me the evil eye but I ignored her and sat close to Stan.
"So, tell me. Is this the new you?"
"It's always been me. I just hid it before. This is the real me and I'm
staying this way!"
"Then you won't have any trouble going out with me then?"
"Not at all!"
When he took me home later he pulled me close and kissed me, then he
watched as I went in the house. I was on cloud nine. The next morning I
wore a skirt and blouse with my tennies to breakfast. I was expecting
some questions, but what I got was way different.
"You look very nice dear. You had better change into some heels or flats
since you'll have to tell them at the dealership about your new status,
plus, you need to see if you can work five days a week. If they cannot do
that then you'll be filling going to work at your fathers company. You'll
be the newest file clerk!"
Not one word my mother said was a request, so I changed into my black
flats and drove to the dealership. I really had no choice anyway. I
walked in and went directly to the managers office. He did not recognize
me at first, then he got it.
"You've changed!"
"Yeah. This is real me. I'll be a girl from now on. I want to know if I
can still work here, and if I can, can I work five days instead of
three?"
"What does your name tag need to say?"
"Jennifer," I said with a smile.
"Five days a week, but we'll have to add some things to your plate,
okay?"
"Of course! Thanks!"
I walked into my work area and all the other girls looked at me, some
recognized me some did not. I told them all my name and went to work.
After that first day I simply went to work, but I started wearing jeans
or slacks instead of skirts because it was way more comfortable. Then we
saw those guys with shiny shoes and clip boards walking around, but since
nothing happened we all went back to work. My boss came in about an hour
later.
"They want you to try out."
"Try out? For what?"
"The owner and his wife have been doing the commercials for years, but
the ad people say that they are getting older, and frankly, the younger
viewers no longer relate to them, so the ad company wants to change
things and they want you to try out."
"Doing the ads!?"
"That's what they said. Go and talk to them. See what they want before
you say no."
Well, I went to talk to them, as did Michelle. The two of us were the
youngest girls on the entire staff. Michelle is younger than I am and
works two days a week. They took Michelle first, then about an hour later
they asked me to try out. They held a board with the words on it, and all
I had to do was read it while looking at the camera. Very little makeup,
a loose blouse and jeans, I was not the vision of beauty I thought they
wanted, but I did what they asked.
When I told my parents what happened that day, and my dad promptly told
me to see a lawyer and get my name changed.
"I they decide to use you for this you will become a very public persona,
so you had better be ready for that, and that starts with a real name
change."
I knew that he was right, and the very next day I took care of that and
legally became Jennifer Ann and went about changing all of my identity
info. At work it quickly became known that they wanted me to do the TV
spots, then they asked me to wear a blue skirt and a white blouse with
black heels the next day. My lawyer worked out the money part, which in
my mind was extravagant, but he told me it was what they pay most
spokespeople, and it would be directly deposited into my account. I would
get paid so much money for the shoot and so much every time it ran on
television no matter what channel or when or how many times a day. I
spent an extra hour getting ready, got dressed and went to work and was
promptly taken outside to a predetermined spot in our lot.
"I'll hold the cards, just act natural and read the cards. Okay?"
I did what they asked, and we only did it twice when they started smiling
and told me the spot would run in a few days, and sure enough two days
later the ad was running! I did six more, always changing clothes. Blue
slacks and a white top, a blue and white dress and so on, but always blue
and white. Stan called me and teased me about being a celebrity, and I
told him to get his ass over to my house and take me out for pizza!
He teased me a bit more but was clearly proud of me. Then he kissed me.
Not a peck on the lips like before, which made me crazy, but a tongue
down the throat that drove me insane. I just knew that I had it all. A
hunk of a boyfriend, a great job and nice family that supported me, and I
was making a ton of money! Later that week I decided to buy a new car. My
dad came along because he said that was his job, but I work at a car
dealership and get the employee discount, so I bought a cute yellow
convertible. I loved it. My dad not so much, but he gave up when I simply
wrote a check for the car. I drove it home with dad following. My life
had changed so much in just a few months that it was hard to grasp it. On
top of that I had a lot of money!
The dealership took me out of the office and had me greeting people,
which, since they had almost always had seen me on the television, it
worked out just fine. I also enrolled myself in a charm school to help me
with my movements, like walking, hands, gestures and so on. As a public
person I had to have it all, and it had to be natural. The whole time, I
was seeing Stanley who was helping me feel like a young lady in so many
ways.
But as in all things teenage girls, Megan showed her jealousy about Stan
and I and began to tell everyone that I wasn't a girl. Stan mentioned it
and almost suggested something, but I stopped him. Mom and I had
discussed this very thing, and we decided to prove that I am a girl, so I
invited everyone over for a pool party, including Megan. She was all
smiles when she arrived but she could not hide the deviousness in her
heart. I invited the girls to my room to change, and of course Megan came
along. When I stripped down to change I heard her suck in her breath, and
I grinned to myself. Mission accomplished. Plus, there were four other
girls there as well. No way she could try saying that I am not a girl
now. That tactic of hers failed, but I was all sweetness and light as if
nothing was wrong. I loved it.
That bit of news about what happened in my bedroom confused Stan because
he thought that he had always known the truth about me. But regardless of
that, he was always attracted to me, and he and I never once talked about
it. Since I knew that intercourse was maybe possible and Stan was hoping
it was possible, I also knew that it was seriously unlikely at the age of
17. But I really do adore him and he means a lot to me. Yet with Megan
now convinced that I really am a girl, he was the one that was confused.
I would tell him later. As the weeks went by and I was making three
commercials a week which were playing on all the channels every day,
around the clock, my profile got bigger and my bank account grew quite
large. My dad insisted that I invest some of it so I did, and those
investments started growing too!
Mom and I talked to my doctor, convincing him to start me on hormones,
which was the next step in my transformation. Just before we started back
to school Stan and I were out when I told him that I wanted him to love
me.
"No honey. We'll have to wait until it's the real you."
Right at that moment I loved him more than ever. He proved to me what
kind of man he is, and he is mine. That was unlike what I expected. I
expected to be ravaged by a hunk. By the time Christmas had arrived I had
developed enough to have the appliances removed, and my doctor arranged
my stuff so I still looked like a girl. Now when Stan touches me it is
all me, and my thrill level was off the chart. And I also found a way to
make Stan happy and stay dressed at the same time, and we both liked it a
lot. We graduated from high school and I turned 18 three days later,
which is when my surgery was scheduled.
I continued to make the commercials and still do, and I have my own
following online. Stan started college, but over the summer break he
finally loved me like I wanted him to, and I became not just a woman, but
his woman.
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