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When it Came Janet L. Stickney [email protected] When I heard what dad said, it was all I could do to keep myself calm. I was going to have the chance I always dreamed of, and believe me, I didn't hesitate to accept the half baked challenge he threw at me! My father was smirking, confident that he had created a set of conditions that I could never meet, but if he knew the truth, he would not have been so eager. After a moment to gather myself, I accepted his challenge, although I told him that I would probably need to spend a few bucks, so he reluctantly gave me his credit card. "Okay," dad said as he handed me the card, "lets make sure we have the deal straight. Without any help from your mother, you have the rest of this week and all of the next to get ready, then, after you're all dressed up as a girl, you have to go to dinner with us on that Friday, and the next night to the club for their weekly party. If you can do that, and not be found out as a boy in a dress, then you can get the car. Is that about it?" "That's it dad, but like I said, I'm going to have to spend a few hundred dollars, just so you know..." "Fine, just don't go crazy on me." "Can, ah, mom help me pick out anything?" "I guess, but no help getting dressed, okay? Deal?" "Deal!" I was ready to burst a gut in anticipation, but held it in so dad wouldn't figure it out! One, I was going to get to be all dolled up, not once, but twice, and maybe more if I were lucky, plus dad was even going to take me out! Second, once I managed to do it, and not have anyone figure out I was a boy of course, I was going to get a brand new car! Not a racer to be sure, but a car that would be all mine! On top of all that, he was letting me spend his money to get what I needed! Just about the only thing I really wanted was a pair of good breast forms and one of those special panties I saw on the Internet, so I went to my room and sent in the form I had filled out some time before that. Just as I finished mom came storming into my room. "You!" "Me? What did I do?" "Your father just told me about this bet you two have cooked up!" "It was his idea mom, I had nothing to do with it!" "I can believe that," mom said slowly as if resigned to it, then she sat on the bed. "But he doesn't know about your little hobby, does he? Well I do, and I also know that you didn't put up the slightest bit of fuss when your father suggested it! He's under the impression that you can't, or more likely won't, dress up like a girl then go out like that! Only we both know that you not only can, and will, what's more I'll bet that you're not only looking forward to it, but I'll guess that you'll look simply gorgeous!" "It was all his idea mom! I didn't even hint at it! I know you don't like it, but it's only so I can get my car, that's the bet....really!" "In a pigs eye! That may be one of the reasons you agreed to this, but you and I know of another, don't we?" I didn't say a word. Mom had caught me all dressed up a few times, so... "I can't change this little bet of yours," she said calmly, "but I can, and believe me, I will, see to it that you both learn a big lesson from this!" "Mom...!" "Your father says that you have to do this yourself, which is fine, but since I'll be picking out what you'll wear, I'm sure that I can find just the right outfit!" "Oh no mom, that's not what we agreed to! I only asked if you could help me pick out what I'll wear, and he agreed." "Okay, fine, I'll help you, but I promise that you'll find yourself in a jam over this, it's bound to happen, especially if you look as pretty as I already know you can!" Mom was angry at both dad and I, probably more at me because she figured that I was probably eager to dress up as a girl. I was going to win, while dad was just making a deal he thought he could win. At least I thought so. Four days later my stuff arrived in the mail, and in the privacy of my room, I tried them on. It was so much better than I expected that I wanted to leave them on, but didn't dare. If anyone had pushed common sense to the limit, I had already done that. I had provoked my parents into making it possible for me to become the girl I wanted to be, but the only problem that stood in the way of really enjoying it all was the fact that no matter what, all of my friends were going to find out, and there wasn't anything I could do about that. My friend Claire lived three houses down, and across from her was Max, also a friend of mine. Just about my only protection was the fact that I could actually look like a girl, complete with girl parts that would make me look as real as any normal girl would. I was risking everything, loss of friends, status and more, but I wanted to be a girl more than anything, and ignored every one of my not so subtle internal warnings. The next day was Thursday, and I planned on asking mom to go shopping on Friday, which would give me one whole day to get ready. I asked and she agreed, so the following morning I started by taking a long hot bath, shaving every square inch of skin I could reach, then used a skin lotion twice, just to help make my skin smoother and softer. When I was dried off really good, I powdered the panty and began to pull it on, making sure that I had everything in the right place before I pulled it up all the way, watching as the stretchy material made my waist just a bit smaller. Once I had it on I looked in the mirror. I had nicely rounded hips, a butt that stuck out a bit more, a smaller waist, and better, no sign of my male parts, only a tuft of dark hair that formed not a triangle but an exclamation point. I was studying the instruction sheet for the breast forms when, without warning, mom came into the room. One look at me was all it took. "Well! Just look at you! Turn around so I can see." When I was facing her... "Damn!" Sitting on the bed were the breast forms, so she picked one up. "These look...real! What's that in your hand?" "The instructions." "Let me look at them." After she read them, she grinned, but didn't say a word as she used the cleaner to exfoliate my chest, then she carefully attached them to my chest, using the included glue. I was in shock when she did that, because she read the same sheet I did, so like me, she knew that the glue would, or might, last for at least a few weeks! Grinning, actually more like smirking, she told me to finish getting dressed and walked out, leaving me standing there naked! I put on a pair of panties and my one bra, then a modest amount of makeup. Cut off jeans and a tee plus my gym shoes, then I brushed out my hair and went to find mom. The new weight on my chest was really different because with each step my boobs bounced a little, pulling at my chest! I realized that she had glued the boobs on to make a point, except while concerned, I didn't mind at all. She was in the kitchen. "I told you that you would find yourself in a jam didn't I, well, now you'll have quite a while to play dress up, and now you don't have a choice...do you?" "Yeah, but you did it, not me, I wasn't going to glue them on!" "Oh? And what about that panty you have on? That looks so real that I'm sure you would not have bought it unless you planned on wearing it more than one or two times, right? All I did was make sure that you have the chance! Now you're going to be the girl you've been pretending to be, more than you ever thought possible! You've been playing dress up all your life, and no matter what I did you never quit, so I have decided that you'll have the chance to be a girl for more than just a few days. Lets see just how good you are at being a girl every day! Are you ready for that?" "I guess, sure, if I have to, but that's your decision mom, not mine." My mother was determined to drive home a lesson, only I wasn't sure what it was. The fact that I would dress up once in a while pissed her off, and short of beating me, she had always been inventive in her ways to punish me, like the time she had grounded me for a month, and made me do all the laundry and dusting the whole time. There wasn't any doubt that when mom saw her chance to make a point and leave me with no options, she took it, which is why think she had firmly glued my boobs to my chest. If I wasn't so eager, it might have been bad, except that deep down, I was actually looking forward to it! I wanted to be a girl, and between mom gluing on the breast forms, making sure that I would have to dress like one, and dad's crazy bet, all they did was let me have what I wanted! With my special panty and boobs that looked as real as they did, I wasn't worried a bit about how I looked, only my mannerisms. That's why I always practiced so much. "What you'll need most is underwear, so let's do that first when we go shopping. Do you have a skirt, a blouse?" "Yeah, but..." "I want you to go change. Pantyhose, skirt, blouse, the works. You might as well let your father see you all dolled up and get it over with. I'll help you do your hair when you're ready. Just call me." A hour later I was completely changed, only I wore my one and only dress rather than a my one and only skirt and blouse. The dress was a sheath, short sleeved and short, a bit lower than mid thigh on me, and fit perfectly due to my new additions. I called for mom who came in and did my hair in a sort of flip, then walked out. Earrings, a bracelet, some perfume and lipstick, then the black heels. I had good legs and wanted to show off a little I guess, so when I walked out of my bedroom, I was walking just like a girl, and everything was moving, from the small bounce to my breasts to the way my hips swayed. Mom saw me, turned, and looked me over. "Your father is not going to believe this, you know that don't you? He is convinced that you wouldn't dress up like a girl, so I can hardly wait until he sees you in something a bit tighter, like when you two go riding, and you have on your spandex bike shorts!" Just then dad walked in and saw us both, but his eyes were fixed on me, a question on his face for just a moment. Then he got it and his eyes opened wide. "Honey," mom said, "this is...Sara? I think she's quite pretty, don't you?" "Sara?" "We can hardly call her Greg can we?" Dad just stood there staring at me, then mom told me to turn around. Dad's eyes were wide, but didn't say anything until mom told him that because of certain changes I had to make, just to look the way I did, I would have to dress like a girl every day for at least three weeks. "What!?" "Well," mom said, "you made the bet, without talking to me first, and since I am not going to let her embarrass herself or us, I made sure that she will be with us for a while. That way she can practice being a bit more feminine, and feel more comfortable when we do go out! Now quit staring at her and come eat dinner." At dinner he asked..."You're not going riding like that are you?" "Sure! Why not? About the only thing different is my hair and these boobs, why?" "I asked Stan to ride with us, so..." "Sara will be fine honey, just as long as you remember what her name that is." "You said three weeks," dad intoned calmly, "but that will mean that she will be here long after that dinner dance!" "Actually, she'll probably be with us longer than that, we'll just have to see. But for now you'll have to remember that her name is Sara, okay?" "Yeah, Sara. I got it," he said, all while staring at me. The next morning mom and I went shopping, and since I only had one bra and two pairs of panties, it was just like she said. That's what she went for first, but I talked her into letting me get the higher cut panties and at least one bra that had built in push up pads, which made me look like I had small bumper extensions. From there I was able to buy two dresses, skirts and blouses, plus three tops and two more pairs of shoes. On the way out we passed one of those stores directed at young girls, and went in. I wasn't thrilled when mom picked out a pink cycling outfit and held it up. "Mom! Not pink!" "And why not? It's a girls color, and it comes with the shorts, top and a jacket to match!" Mom turned her head. "Oh! Look! They have sports tops too!" I was unable to stop her as she went right over and picked out pink and purple shorts with a bra top to match, and lastly, pink and white gym shoes! Smug with herself, mom and I left the shop, stopping for a bite to eat before we started home, only that's not where we went. "Remember when I said that I was going to make this a memorable time for you? Well, you have an appointment at the beauty shop this afternoon. You're about to get your hair cut and styled!" I knew what she was trying to do, so I tried to stay on step ahead, not letting her get to me, and the only way to do that was to ask for more. "Can I get my nails done too?" "If you like, but nothing outrageous, okay?" "Sure." We walked into the shop together, but after mom confirmed my appointment, she left, telling me she would be back in a couple of hours. The lady that told me she would be doing me, led me to her chair. "Have anything in mind honey? Your mom was a little vague, all she told me was that you had not had your hair done in ages." "Can I look at some pictures? I know what I want, but not what you call it." "I'll get the books." While I was looking through the books, mom was sitting across from dad at a small diner near his office. "Well?" "Like a fish thrown into a pond. He, or should I say she? I'm telling you, she bought this panty? It looks so real that it's scary, and those boobs of hers look like she grew them herself! Sara has taken everything we said one step further, hoping that it will make us provoke her again, but we expected that didn't we?" "Where is she right now?" "At the beauty shop. She's getting her hair and nails done." "Alone?" "Of course! How else will we know for sure?" "But you just said..." "Yes I know what I said, but if she goes all out, then we'll know for sure won't we? What I mean is, up to now she could take off the breast forms and that panty and be a boy again, but if she gets her hair styled in a very feminine way..." "I get it." "This is going to back fire on you, you know that don't you?" "Maybe, but if you're right, then it won't matter, will it?" I found it on page 10, and told her that's exactly what I wanted. It was just above the shoulders, curly with short bangs and would leave my hair fuller. I watched in the mirror as she started. Since I had no idea what to expect, everything was new to me, but I did figure it out when she started to dye my hair. I almost said something when... "Just how blond did you want to be? Strawberry, sandy, what?" "Strawberry," I said, and lay back in the chair. If mom was going to try and make it hard for me, I was going to make sure she knew it wouldn't work, and with blond hair instead of light brown, she would get the message loud and clear. Besides, I was already in so deep that it probably wouldn't matter. The rollers were put in, then I was stuck under the dryer. While I sat there, another lady came over and started on my nails, adding extensions, then filing them back a bit, leaving me with nails that were longer and tapered to a rounded end. She painted them a nice reddish pink and stuck my hands under a blue light. My hair and nails were done by the time mom returned, and as I stood there, I saw her mouth open, then shut just as fast. "Sara! You look...so different! You look spectacular!" "Thanks mom. I showed her the style I wanted, and told her to make it the same, and this is how it came out!" "It looks good on you, but your father..." "He'll get used to it mom." "Just like he'll get used to seeing you like this?" "Well, yeah, I hope so any way." Mom checked my nails, sighed, and we went home. Along with my new parts, being a blond would help some, but I had to live where I lived, so my friends were sure to figure out who I really was, especially Claire who usually rode with dad and I. She would be the first to find out, I couldn't avoid that, even if I skipped riding, which dad wasn't going to let me do. Especially after he saw what I let them do to me at the beauty shop. When we got home, mom told me to try on the stuff we bought, which I did, waiting until last to try on the biking shorts and sports top. If dad was going to shit his pants, then he might as well get it all at once, which is why I made sure the bike shorts were tight in the groin and my boobs were pushed up. Cleavage to start with, and what looked like a girl below would leave him with no doubt about my winning the bet, and maybe even how I felt about myself. I was in the familyroom when dad walked in and saw me. I stood up and faced him, the entirety of the changes I had undergone on full display. "It looks like I'll be buying you a new car." I said nothing, waiting for the explosion. "You seem to have taken this bet a little farther than I expected. Maybe you like looking this way?" "Well, it's not bad, if that's what you mean." "No. That's not what I mean. It's obvious that you like this, otherwise you would not have had your hair dyed and curled like that, and what's more, I know about the panty and breast forms you have on, which also means that you had to know about them long before this! Your mother and I had a little talk today, and she tells me that even when you're naked you look so much like a girl that it's scary, and if that's true, and I think it is, then let's not pretend that this is just something you did to win a bet, shall we?" I sat down while he remained standing. "Finding out that you liked to play dress up was bad enough, but seeing you like this...that bet was a test by the way. I would have bought you the car anyway, but this way I could find out if your mother was right about you, and it looks like she was." Just then mom walked into the room. "Now," mom said, "do you see what I mean? I always had my suspicions, and it looks like I was right all along! It looks like our son always wanted to be a girl, and now he is! Just look at her!" "Yeah. My son the drag queen!" "It's not like that!" I said loudly, "it's just...I always wanted to be a girl! I don't know why....I just do! And besides, you're the one that suggested I do this, not me, and mom is the one that glued the breast forms on and took me to the beauty shop!" "Now what do we do?" Dad asked. "This was your idea," mom told him, "You made that silly bet without talking to me, and I did tell you that you might not like how this turned out; in fact I told both of you that this might blow up in your face! Given the fact that both that panty and the breast forms are glued on, she had her hair dyed and curled and her nails done, can either of you see any reasonable way to avoid what is plain to see? Our son wanted to be a girl, and now he is, at least to look at anyway!" Turning to dad... "And you! I told you every time I caught him playing dress up, and didn't I tell you that I thought it was more than a game to him? So, what do you do? You handed him the perfect chance to have what he always wanted, then you even paid for it!" Mom sat down in her favorite chair, and looked at the two of us. "As I see it, whether we like it or not, and believe me, I'm not happy about this, we are going to have to let her continue being a girl. For how long I don't know, but I'm willing to bet that we have seen the last of our son, at least as a boy any way!" "What?! What does that mean?" Dad sounded...frantic. "Look at her! Acrylic nails, blond hair, a very nice shape....clearly a female, so just how long will it be before she cannot go back to being a boy? A week? A month? A year?" Sitting back in her chair, "I think it's already to late myself. I think that once Sara saw the way she looked after her trip to the salon, it was to late to change anything, which is why I think that we now have a daughter and we'll just have to adjust to it!" Dad was almost beside himself. He looked at me again, his eyes narrow slits. "Damn it! This isn't what I...I didn't think that you would...that you wanted to be a...a...dressing up is one thing, but becoming a girl is not what I thought this was all about!" "Obviously she does! It's as plain as day! I even told you that this afternoon, only you weren't listening, you never do!" "Dad," I said, "It'll be hard, I know that, but what's wrong with wanting to be a girl?" "Don't you...damn it!" He stood there a moment, then, "tell me, are you attracted to boys? Is that it?" "Dad!" "Ronald!" "Well? Why else would a boy want to be a girl? We all know what boys and girls do together!" "Don't answer that Sara! Your father is out of line with that question!" "So...you want," dad said angrily, "to be a girl huh, well it certainly looks like you got your wish, doesn't it? Maybe what you need is a real good dose of what that means!" "Ronald, you leave her alone! All she has to do is attend those functions you mentioned! If you have anything in mind for her after that, then we'll talk about it!" Turning to me...Go put something else on...now!" I went to my room to change, wondering why dad was so angry! After all, he had seen me all dressed up before, and I thought that he was smart enough to know the difference between rolled up socks and breasts! I knew that I had pushed hard by having my hair and nails done, even harder when I showed up in a biking outfit that wouldn't hide a damned thing, but when he asked me if I liked boys I almost swallowed my tongue. Once, back when I was 12, Max and I were camping in his back yard, and we started to play around, and I...did him, but he did me too. It wasn't that bad, but Max and I never spoke of it and never did it again. Now that I looked as much like a girl as Claire, well, maybe things would change, but I didn't think so. Mom walked into my room just as I was buttoning the blouse. "I should call you two dumber and dumbest! I let you dig yourself in pretty deep, hoping that I was wrong, but apparently I wasn't. You're aware that when you two go out tomorrow morning, Claire will find out, and she is going to tell everyone? And what about your father's friend David? He's never met you, so he's going to assume that we have a daughter, won't he? You dug yourself a deep hole Sara. I only hope that you can find a way to cope with everything that's about to happen to you." "Mom..." "I'll see to it that you have enough clothes to get by, but beyond that, you're going to be on your own. As I see it, even as pretty as you are, plenty of people are going to get angry at you, maybe drop you as a friend, or maybe even try to hurt you! This is...dammit!" Then she left the room slamming the door on the way out. Out of my hearing... "Well," mom said, "lets see what she does now." "This is not what I wanted for my son, to run around dressed like a girl! It's...unnatural!" "Not for her it isn't, and you have to admit that she does look like a girl in every way, so lets just let things cool off and see how she does. Maybe she'll be just fine." "I still don't like it, but we'll do what you say, and let her spend some time finding out what it's like to be a girl every day. Maybe she'll find out that it isn't quite what she thinks it is!" "On the other hand," mom said, "she might discover it's everything she wants, which means that we'll have to adjust to the fact that we'll probably have a daughter and not a son!" When I left my room I was wearing my skirt and blouse with my gym shoes, my lipstick redone and wearing perfume. I walked right past my parents, doing my best to ignore them, through the kitchen, then outside. There was only one way to get ahead of the oncoming train wreck, and that was to confront Claire and tell her what was going on myself. With my hair bouncing and gritting my teeth, I walked across the street to her house, up the steps, and rang the bell. Claire opened the door, took one look at me, and grinned. "Well! Look at you!" "Can we talk Claire...privately?" Claire shut the door behind herself, then the two of us started walking down the street. I told her that I was going to be living as a girl for a while, telling her that mom had glued the breast forms on. She waited until I was done, then... "Is that because of all those times you went out dressed like a girl?" "Huh?" "I saw you a few times you know; I knew it was you of course, but you looked so cute that I didn't say anything. You said your mom glued the breast forms on, but what about your hair? And those nails? That's a perm, and those are acrylic nails! You did those on your own, right?" "After mom glued the breast forms on, I thought why not?" "What else aren't you telling me? I've known you a long time and I know that look!" "I uh...ahhh....I figured out a way to look like a girl all over." "All over? What does that mean?" "It means that I bought a very special kind of panty that allows me to function like a girl, in every way. As a matter of fact, I'm about to have my very first period. That's what that means." "Periods! You can have periods?!" "I didn't plan on that, really, it just comes built into the panty!" "So I have a new girlfriend!" "Yeah!" "Well, what you need is a hunk of a boyfriend then! I'm thinking that Stan would be perfect! You two would make a darling couple!" "Stan? As in 6' 3," 275 pound Stan?" "The very one! And I happen to know that he broke up with Blair two weeks ago, so he's free for the taking!" "But...but I don't know how to..." "Listen dummy. Your perfect for him! You're what? 5'8," and about 135 pounds? Right? Blair is only 5'2," and maybe all wet, a hundred pounds. They always looked goofy together. But you and him are perfect for each other! Why don't I call his sister Carol and see if we can 'accidentally meet him?" "But I've never been... what I mean is, I don't know anything about meeting a guy!" "Guys are easy. Look at the way your mom manages your dad. Like I said, guys are easy. I'll ask Carol to set it up at the cafe and after our ride tomorrow we'll go out and tempt him a bit! Okay?" "Sure, I guess, why not!" The next morning she and I were out front waiting for my dad and his friend David, and I could see her staring at my brand new kitty, and that slow grin she has. She now knows that I wasn't lying.The four of us decided to run instead of using the bikes, and ran the six mile track around the park, Claire and I setting the pace. Surprisingly, my boobs did not hurt from all that bouncing due to the sports bra that mom had bought. After a shower I changed into a pair of gray shorts and a red top, wearing my white tennies with my hair down, held back with two barrettes. My lipstick was a muted red but my perfume is the best I have. Claire was dressed about the same as me as she drove us to the cafe. On the way she told me, that Carol told her, that Stan was eager to meet me! "I sent her a picture of you yesterday afternoon, which I'm sure she showed Stan, so he knows what you look like. This is going to be great! Jason and me, Carol and Fred, and you and Stan! Can't get any better!" I wasn't so sure about all that, but Claire was so eager for me to meet Stan that I set aside my doubts and followed her inside the cafe. We saw them in a booth and joined them. Of course they arranged it so I would be next to Stan. There is no doubt that he liked what he saw, and I already knew that he is a real nice guy. "You're Sara. I don't like these blind dates or meetings, but Carol showed me your picture and I couldn't resist." "That's very nice. Claire told me that you broke up with a girl name Blair?" "Yeah. She was getting very pushy and demanding. I told her to back off but she didn't, so I broke it off." We ate a bit, then he softly took my hand in his and just sat there. I did not know what to do so I let him hold my hand, but both Carol and Claire saw us holding hands and grinned. "Can I call you later?" "Sure," I said and gave him my number, then Claire and I left. For some reason I felt as if I were floating on air. "But I don't know anything about guys," Claire said in a mocking manner. "Nothing huh? You had him eating out of your hand within minutes, and I saw all that hand holding and those coy smiles you gave him, so... little miss innocent? Nope! Just don't make him your love slave! He's to big for that!" "But mommy, he's so cute," I said in return. Then we both broke out laughing. Claire and I became very close that day, almost like sisters. At my house mom saw us laughing and motioned us to the kitchen table. "Well? How did it go?" "It was okay mom." "Okay!?" Claire said, "She had that boy eating out of her hand in minutes! In fact they held hands the whole time!" I see! I should have guessed this would happen, I mean, Sara has wanted to be a girl her whole life, and now she is. I suppose she and I will have to have "the talk'." "That talk?" I asked. "The talk," Claire said, "is where mothers tell you what not to do with boys." "But I'm not going to do anything!" "Right," both mom and Claire said at the same time. "He'll stick his tongue in your ear and you'll melt!" "No!" I said loudly. "Did he ask you out?" mom asked. "No but I gave him my phone number." Stan called later that afternoon and I agreed to go out that night for a bite to eat. While we were out he leaned over and kissed me, which drove my senses crazy. I tingled all over. I think I was still vibrating when he dropped me off at home. My dad was kind enough not to ask, but my mom insisted that we have that talk she mentioned. That was a bit ugly, but she insisted and I listened. Then she asked me all about Stan, and just like an overactive teenage girl with a crush I found myself gushing all over about him. How big he is, how his touch feels, what a good kisser he is, and so on. "You do know that you are still a boy under all that?" "I'm a girl and always have been mother, and now I can prove it!" "Not yet honey, not yet. But, you are close enough physically I guess, but you have a lot to learn about being a girl! That will take some time, so just be careful. Boys his age want something special from us, and you know what that is, but I do not want you to deliver it! Understand?" I got it, but I thought I had it all even though she said that I still had a lot to learn! I had no idea. Each day I would help mom clean the house do the laundry and so on. Mom called it my girl time. Then she and I went out and bought all new linens and drapes for my room. Then paint in a soft pale green color. It took me two days to paint my room, hang the new drapes and make the bed with my new linens, but it was all girl when I was done. I called Claire, and the two of us went shopping and out to lunch later that day. "I hear that Stan tried to call you." "Mom won't let me talk to him for a while. She says that I haven't learned how to be a girl yet." "In other words she knows that you have the hots for Stan!" "I guess." "Then lets find some hot little dresses to maker our guys crazy!" By the time I got home I had bought a new dress plus some leggings and a pair of shorts. Mom told me that Stan had called and said that I could call him back. His voice sounded wonderful, and when he asked me out for that night I said yes. Mom gave me the look and I smiled as I went to change. Mom was right, that I was still a boy under all the appliances, but in my being and my mind I am a girl, and now I can act on that and be the girl I always should have been. By the time he came to the house to get me I was on edge. We went to a movie then to get a soda, and as we sat in front of my house he kissed me and made me crazy. Every single fiber in my body was tingling, and I knew that I had to go in the house or I would make my mother very unhappy. That is the exact point that I knew that I could never go back to being a boy. When I told my mom, she told me she already knew that. My dad however did not have a clue even though he had seen me in that skintight outfit more than once. "Since it's as plain as day that you will be a woman some day we might as well start now, so lets go see the doctor and see what he can do for you." "Okay mom!" I had no idea what she had in mind, but anything that would keep me as a girl I was all for it. Once we were with the doctor mom laid it out for him. "Sara has been playing dress up since she was very little, and now she wears a panty of sorts and some fake boobs to look like all the other girls her age. But at her age puberty is about to set in and change everything. A young lady with a beard would not be very good, and we want to know if you can help her." "Of course I can help. I will tell you that I will remove that panty and arrange things myself. You will still look and function like a girl, but without the periods of course. The way I do this will require a bit of surgery but I can do it here in the clinic and you can go home the same day. Plus a series of hormones will be required. But first, lets get a physical." After that... "This is what I am going to do. I will make a small incision and pull your testicles up into your body, giving them each a shot of estrogen to help you along. Then I will relocate the urethrae to a location better suited for a girl and will be more natural for you. The head of the penis will be placed in a location better suited for stimulation when the time comes, and I will use the scrotum to create the labial lips, and with a bit of collagen will look completely normal. Now, just lay back and put your feet into the stirrups." As promised I still looked just like a girl, but it was all me, not some latex. Mom and I went back to the lady that did the panty and she fixed my buns and hips for me so I looked the same. By the time I got home the numbness was almost gone, and I could feel the difference, I called Claire, who told me that Carol was there and for me to come right over. I touched up my makeup and went to Claires. The three of were just talking when Stan came to the door to get his sister Carol. I saw him and felt my heart starting to beat harder. He smiled at me but did not stay as he and Carol had to leave. Claire saw the look on my face and kidded me a bit but then I had to leave. Stan and I dated all through the year and we grew closer to going out of bounds. Groping kissing and touching, became the norm for us as we edged towards a greater commitment, which my mother has warned me not to do, but it was getting harder and harder to say no. Then I touched him. It was an electric moment for both of us as I was unable to stop myself and gave him the joy that he wanted. He tasted just wonderful and while I was not ashamed of it, I did not broadcast it either, but Claire figured it out anyway. "You were a naughty girl!" "Not me, I am the very picture of virtue!" "Only in your mind. You did Stan and you liked it, a lot I'll bet, and would do it again in a hot minute!" "Little me?" I said with a grin, knowing that she had figured it out. That I had done Stan. "Have those hormones started working yet?" "My breasts hurt all the time, so mom says that real soon I'll have to take off the fakes and just be myself. Mom thinks that I'm already a AA cup underneath which is why my bras are all tight." "And your buns are getting bigger too." "I'll talk to mom. I might have to go back to being a skinny girl!" "Not really skinny, all real." Four days later mom and I removed the breast forms and for the first time I saw my own breasts. Mom measured me as a full A cup which is just fine. She also removed the hip and bun padding but I still had about the same measurements. Nobody seemed to notice, except maybe a few of the girls, but nobody mentioned it. I was finally the girl I always should have been, except for one small thing and since I wouldn't use it even if I had one it didn't matter. I am still a girl. Claire and I were at the local hangout/burger joint when I saw Stanley walk in with his arm around another girl! I was about to assault him when Claire held me back, then he walked over to our table! "Hi Sara! Hi Claire. This is my sister Beth. She's home from school." His sister! He was with his sister! I hugged him and kissed him as he sat next to me. Beth seemed amused, but very nice. Beth and I seemed to hit it off right away, which left Stan wondering why he wasn't the center of my attention. Beth and I, along with Carol and Claire sort of left him out, and we all knew that he was sort of pouting, which mom told me was a good thing once in a while, so I let him pout. But eventually I let him take me home, and gave him a very good kiss. I know that he'll think about that for a while. As time went on I developed as any teenage girl would and I grew into being a woman. My dad doesn't struggle with it any more and I have him wrapped around my finger just like my sister did. Stan and I split up after graduation and without a word he joined the military and I went on to college to become a nurse. With no distractions I was on the accelerated course plan and managed to graduate in three years. At the ripe old age of 21 I had the surgery to make me complete, and went on with my studies in a Masters program. My journey is like many others, filled with love and heartbreak, but my trip into womanhood is done. Thanks for listening.