The swimmer Chapter 2
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Hiding
Janet L. Stickney
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Running from the guys that wanted to beat me to a pulp because I saw them
rob a store with a gun, I ran into a small shop which turned out to be a
dress shop. Panting hard I ducked behind a rack of dresses watching as
they went through every store looking for me.
"What are you doing in those dresses? Are you a pervert?"
"No Ma'am! There are guys looking for me because I saw them rob a store.
Your shop was open and I came in. They're over there. Across the street.
They're going into every store to see if I am there so they can drag me
out and maybe kill me! Can I go out the back? Please?!"
"There is no back door, but maybe I can help. Go into that room and into
the changing room and undress as in naked, Quickly! Do it now! I'll be
right in."
Rather quickly she had me a pair of panties and a small bra, then an ugly
green dress she pulled over my head. She was just done fixing the wig on
my head when those guys came in and started looking around. One of them
opened the door and saw me getting dressed and left the room.
"He ain't here. That little twit is in serious trouble when we find him!"
"Get out of my shop! This instant or I'll call the police!"
"Careful lady, we can get you too."
She was behind the counter watching them make the threats, and as soon as
they started towards her she pulled out a revolver and pointed it the
biggest guy.
"I suggest that you leave and do not come back!"
"Okay okay lady! We're leaving!"
Finally she came into the room I was in.
"What's your name honey?"
"Michael."
"Well, that won't do dressed like that, so what about... Jennifer? That's
a very nice name."
"Jennifer? But why? Can't I just change back and leave?"
"Come over here and look outside."
I could see those guys standing at the end of the street looking at the
dress shop, like they knew I was in here. The lady told me her name was
Janet, and grabbed my hand and we went back into the small room where she
removed the dress I was wearing. I was just standing there as she looked
at me.
"Since those boys are still out there, and there is no way you can get
past them, why not let me fix you up really nice, then the two of us can
simply walk right past them. We can go to the police station nearby and
you can let them know what you saw and how they threatened you and I'll
tell then how they threatened me. The police can take care of those boys
and you'll be safe. But first, we need to get past them, and that means
that you need to look like a girl. Lets start with this corset. It'll
make your waist smaller and push up your boobs."
The corset was snug but not uncomfortable, and did everything she said it
would do. I had a very trim waist and boobs that looked like they were
overflowing! Then came the pantyhose, which felt electric when I put them
on, then a dress that was just above my knees and had a square neckline
which displayed my brand new boobs! The wig was the same one, but she
used barrettes which gave me an open face. Eyeliner, mascara and some
blusher, along with a muted red lipstick, and when I looked in the
mirror, I did not look like me in any way!
"Lets go honey. No better time than right now."
Janet and I walked out, and after she locked the door she and I strolled
right past those boys and around the corner then into the police station.
I stayed right beside her, doing what she told me. Like holding my arms
the way she did. I told the sergeant who I really was, and after Janet
explained things and what they said to her and explained my disguise, she
told him where the boys were. He quickly sent several officers out and
since they were looking for those guys anyway, they were nabbed right
away. Janet and I walked back to her shop and went inside. I was just
standing there looking in the mirror at a girl that was nice looking, but
was me, and I'm a boy.
"You look very nice as a girl."
"Yeah, I guess. I didn't expect that."
"Do any of those boys know you?"
"The tall one. Names Jimmy. He and I went to school together. He was two
years ahead of me and he probably recognized me. Why?"
"I think we should call your mother and have her come here to the shop so
she can meet her newest daughter. I mean, if they know who you are, then
they will probably know how and where to find you, and I'm sure that an
armed robbery would get them a long bit of time in prison, so it might be
worth it to them to seriously hurt or even kill you! You look really nice
as a girl, so lets call your mom and see what she says."
I have an older sister who is married and lives in another state, which
leaves just mom, dad and I. My dad is a newspaper writer and can work
from home most times. I wondered what he would say about seeing me
dressed as a girl. My mom has always been at home, with one daughter and
one son. I wonder what she will say when she sees me. I walked down a few
doors and got us some sodas then Janet and I sat talking and waiting for
my mom to show up. That took about half an hour. She came in and took one
look at me and smiled!
"Well! This is a new look for you Michael! You look quite lovely, but why
are you dressed as a girl?"
Janet and I told her why I was dressed up, then I told her about Jimmy,
who I was sure recognized me, and would not hesitate to beat me to a pulp
or kill me since I could name him as the guy with the gun. I just stood
there trembling when I thought about it. Janet was the one that started
the oncoming detour to my future when she offered me a job in her shop,
saying that the boys would not bother me there.
"Those boys," Janet said, "know that I have a gun and they know that I
will not hesitate to shoot them if they come in here and try to hurt
either of us. That happened to me once before and I shot the robber in
the chest, so the police already know that I will not be intimidated by
those kind of thugs. She would be very safe with me. I can use the help,
and Jennifer is exactly the right size to model most of the clothes I
sell, especially the civil war era dresses. They are big sellers since I
am the only outlet in this half of the country. I also have dresses that
are from the early part of the 19th century including all of the
undergarments. But I sell a lot of the current styles and you could
easily help me by staying out front while I fit the girls! I'll pay a
good salary and we work five days a week. Interested?"
"Me? A model? Modeling what?"
"The dresses of course! Like I said, you're the right size and you look
just darling all made up."
"Look in the mirror honey," my mom said, "and think about this then tell
us you can't do this."
"But I would have to dress like a girl every day! Right?"
"Yes dear," Janet said, "but I rarely have a man in here, and since all
of my clientele are female, it would be better if you were also seen as a
girl. And there is the issue of those boys that are looking for you, as a
boy, not a girl. You know as well as I do that they will get bail, and
the minute they are out they'll be looking for you. The boy you. The
choice is yours but...."
"I guess," I said softly, "but I don't know anything about being a girl!"
"Lets go home honey. We can talk about this there. Maybe your dad can
help."
I wore the skirt and blouse home, walking straight into dad when we went
in the house.
"Well! Look at you! Is this for a costume party?"
"No Howard. Michael was at the convenience store when it was robbed at
gun point, and he saw the robbers and recognized one of them. But the guy
with the gun also recognized Michael, and they have been chasing him all
afternoon. He ran into a dress shop for protection, and the owner, Janet,
fixed him up so they could walk to the police station and report those
boys and give them all his information, and that is why he is wearing a
skirt and blouse!"
"But there is more isn't there? I can always tell Madeline."
"Janet offered him a job modeling her dresses, but he would have to work
as a girl of course. But since those boys will get out on bail she and I
thought that this is the perfect protection! They would not dare attack a
girl, not now, not facing a very long time in prison. They will not want
to compound that!"
"So.... Michael is going to be dressing as a girl every day? And still
live here?"
"Of course he will! Why not?"
"You think those boys don't already know where Mike lives? If they see a
girl leaving every day don't you think they'll figure it out?"
"You have a solution?"
"I think I do, but if I am right then Mike has to agree to it because it
will turn him into a believable girl, not just a boy in a dress."
Nobody said a word, including me, so dad said that he would set it up for
the next day! Dad did not bother to explain, and I wasn't sure that I
wanted to be a girl, but being dead was much worse, so I kept quiet. I
heard dad on the phone and later went to bed wondering just what he had
in mind. The only thing I knew was that he said that I would be a girl. I
really hoped I wouldn't lose any body parts. I didn't think I would, but
girls do not have what boys have.
At breakfast mom told me to wear the same skirt and blouse because she
and I would get me a few things that I would need. I had no idea what she
was talking about. The very first place we went to was our doctors
office, and after a short consultation, and a very complete description
of what he was going to do and why, he grinned and told me it would be
perfect. He said he was going to turn me into a girl. He did not say what
would be perfect! I was on my back my feet in stirrups as he changed my
manhood into girlhood, and when he showed me with a mirror it looked
exactly like what I had seen on the net. I had my very own kitty as mom
calls it, and it looked perfect! I also had two small stitches that he
said would fall out in a few days. As soon as we left the doctors office
we went to a small shop where the lady gave me a pair of boobs that
looked like I grew them myself! She also made my buns and hips a bit
bigger. By the time we got home I had been turned into a girl!
"You do understand that we did that to protect you," dad said softly.
"Bob called me this morning and told me those boys were released on bail,
so you can bet they will be looking for you, the boy you. Just stay in
character and as soon as they are in jail you can be yourself again. Your
mother said your girl name is Jennifer, is that okay with you?"
"It's fine dad. Just how did you know about what the doctor did and that
store?"
"I did a piece on the transgender community and several of them mentioned
these options, so I called one of them to make sure. That's how I knew.
Now all we need to do is get you some clothes! Go with your mother and
she'll help you get what you need."
Mom insisted, so I had to try on bras, which turned out to be a 34A, then
panties, full cut with a print on them, followed by pantyhose, then
several skirts, blouses and tops, plus a few dresses and some shoes. I
changed into one of the new skirts and a plain white blouse and walked
into the kitchen to get something to drink, but we were out.
"I'm going to walk over to the store and get a soda, okay?"
"Just be careful honey."
It's about a six block walk, but it was a very nice day. I got about
halfway when he attacked me.
"Dressing up like a girl won't save you puny ass Michael. I'm going to
cream your ass."
"But...but... I'm a girl! My name is Jennifer!"
"We'll see about that!"
He grabbed my arm and threw me down, and reached under my skirt and
grabbed me by my...kitty! His eyes went wide and he was obviously
shocked, but then he smiled and ripped my panties off and began to
unbuckle his pants when he was yanked off of me and thrown to the ground
hard. He started to get up but quit when he felt the gun barrel against
his head.
"This is a .357 magnum revolver and will make you very dead. Just lay
there like that until the police get here."
Someone, probably a neighbor called the police, and after figuring out
what happened, Jimmy was hauled away. The gentleman escorted me home,
which is when I found out that he is a retired Sheriff! I also saw Janet
sitting there with my parents!
"Lets get you cleaned up honey," mom said. I changed clothes, and still
shaking a bit went back to the kitchen with her, the to Janets shop.
"This... incident is exactly why you are pretending to be a girl!" Janet
said, "and it's simply great that your father was able to find a way to
protect you! But you'll probably have to be a young girl for an
unspecified time, since trials like this one can go on for two years or
more, and with this attempted rape, well, it might get much worse for
him. He will get a very serious length of time added for an attempted
rape, and I'll bet his friends will not be very happy will they? That
means that you will actually have to become a young lady. And like I told
you, I need some help in my shop, and since I am the one that got you
started on this path I think that your mom and I should be the ones to
supervise your transition. Her at home, me at work."
"Transition?"
"Oh my dear girl! How you walk, talk, use your hands and arms, how you
sit down and so on. They are different for girls you know, and that is
why you'll need help developing those skills. That is why I insist that
you come and work at my shop. After some training you will be wonderful
as my model. You will live here at home but work for me. Your mother and
I will guide you on how to act like a girl. And at the end of the trial
you can continue on as a boy if you like."
Up to that point my dad did not say much, but he was nodding his head
yes, so it was a done deal as they say. I started at the shop the next
day, and as Janet showed me how to do things I became more comfortable
around other girls that came in to buy things. Once in a while I would
see a girl in her bra and panties but not very often and I did not stare.
I mean, I have my own. Janet had me wear different dresses, usually from
the civil war era and she would take pictures for her website and
catalogs. I actually liked some of those dresses, and was wearing one
when a guy came into the shop. He was wearing a uniform.
"My sister needs a dress," he said. "Like that one," pointing at me.
"Of course! Just have her come in and we'll get her the perfect dress."
"Come in?"
"Every dress has to be fitted to the wearer since we do not sell those
dresses off the rack. I have a reputation to keep up sir. Just have her
come in, let her pick out her dress and I'll do the fitting."
"I had no idea. Thanks," he said, and left. It was not that unusual for
that to happen so I thought nothing of it. The work wasn't hard and I
began to see how complicated it can be for a girl to get the perfect
dress. I also learned all the names of the clothes and terms the girls
used to describe them. I got used to wearing a bra every day and using
the bath like a girl got to be tedious but acceptable. The one thing I
did like was the way I looked. I like the makeup, the taste of lipstick
and the perfume. After I got home I changed into a pair of shorts and a
top, put on my sneakers and was sitting on the front porch when he rode
up in his old car.
"I hear your name is Jennifer. I'm Stan. This is my sister Megan. We live
down the street a bit."
"Hi."
"We were just on our way to get a soda," Megan said, "want to come?"
"Sure, but I'll ask to make sure."
Dad said I could go with them but he came out to watch me get in the car
anyway. He is starting to get very protective, like he was with my
sister.Stan looked real familiar, then I realized that he was the guy
that came into the shop to buy a dress for his sister, who was obviously
Megan!
"You wanted to buy a dress! For Megan?"
"That would be me."
"Just come onto the shop," I told Megan, "and we'll get you outfitted
really nice, and you can pick out what you like, not what someone else
likes, especially a boy!"
She and I hit it off right away and left Stan wondering why he was being
left out, but to bring him back in I asked him about the uniform.
"I attend a private boys school. Megs goes to public schools."
"Until June when I graduate," she said quickly. "Our annual cotillion in
in August this year and I'll be attending as a debutant. I've been to
them before but never as a participant."
"That means a fancy dress! I can help you with that!"
"I'll bring my mother instead of Stanley," she said with a grin.
Stan sat next to me and were joined by Megans boyfriend Fred along with
Carol and Jeff who I was introduced to. Carol looked at me strangely and
I thought she knew who I really was, but....
"You're the girl my Grandpa stopped from getting raped! Right?"
"Yeah. He put that pistol against that kids head and he stopped
instantly. I'm glad your Grandpa was there! It could have been real bad.
Tell him thanks for me will you?"
"Tell him yourself! He's sitting over there with those other old guys."
I got up and walked over to his table. "Thank you for saving me."
"You're welcome honey. It was my duty and honor."
"Thanks anyway"
As we were leaving I felt Stans arm around my waist and grinned to myself
but did not say anything. They dropped me off at home and I went in
smiling at what had just happened. Not only did I get to meet my
protector, but a girl my age and her very handsome brother, who obviously
likes the way I look. My asked me why I was so happy and I told her, then
went to my room. I never thought that having a guy look or treat me that
way would thrill me, but it does. I supposed that after six months as a
girl I was becoming a girl for real.
At work Janet had me doing a spread for the online catalog, but all civil
war era or Regency gowns. There were a few that I really liked, the
bright blue one with the plunging neckline for example. One thing was
that since I was wearing a corset almost all the time my waist was
getting smaller, and my boobs were always hiked up, and seemed to be
getting a bit bigger. I mentioned it to Janet and she merely smiled. That
night at home I told mom about my boobs, and she checked.
"It looks like the drugs are working! I think we'll be able to remove all
those appliances very soon!"
"Drugs? What drugs?"
The drugs the doctor prescribed for you of course! At your last physical
he pointedly asked you if you liked being a girl and you said yes! So he
gave you the drugs that will cause you to become a real girl with your
own boobs and hips and buns! He asked and you said yes! Don't you
remember?"
"My own boobs? That's great mom! Thanks!"
"Lets go get those fakes removed, okay?"
"You bet!"
I discovered that I had grown to a full A cup on my own, my buns and hips
were bigger and rounder, my skin was silky smooth and my beard, such as
it was, was very sparse. I was thrilled.
"By the time I was 19 I was a full B cup," mom said, "and since you'll be
19 in a few months maybe you'll be the same."
"I hope so mom!"
I was back at work the next day when Megan and Stan came into the shop.
Megan went directly to the dresses while Stan just stood there staring at
me and smiling. He has a very nice smile.
"You're going to get an invitation to be a debutante this year and I want
to be your escort"
"But who would do that!? I don't know anyone that is a member!"
"My father is the one. Our Grandpa was the sheriff that saved you, and he
is the one that told my dad to invite you and for me to be your escort!
He says that we look perfect together and I agree, don't you?"
"I guess, I suppose, can my folks come too?"
"Of course!"
Janet and I helped Megan find a dress she liked and held it aside until
her mom could come in to approve. He and Megan left and I turned to see
Janet smiling at me, a dress held in her hand. It did not take long for
me to get into the corset then get the dress on. I swooned when I saw my
reflection in the mirror. The dress is all white taffeta with an
embroidered silk overlay populated with baby pearls. It is off the
shoulder with a low neckline trimmed in white lace, flaring out at my
waist to sweep around and end just above the floor. I also used a hoop to
hold the dress out like it should be. It was huge but very elegant and
very sexy.
"I've been holding his dress for you honey. I knew that someday you would
need it, and it looks simply wonderful on you. And with that handsome
young man as your escort You'll be perfectly safe since it will take two
people to get you out of it!"
"Why Janet! You think that little ole me would harm that young man?'
I said that in a little girl voice then started laughing, although the
thought of Stanley holding me was quite exciting. Janet called my mom so
she could see me in the dress, and while we waited another girl came in.
"That's it mother! That's the dress I want!"
"I'm sorry," Janet said, "but we do not sell duplicate dresses for the
same event. This dress belongs to Jennifer and will be the only one."
"But I want it!" the girl said petulantly.
"I'm sorry dear, no."
"But," she said, then her mother stopped her.
"Can we see what is available?"
"Of course. Come this way."
The girl and her mother followed Janet into the dress room while I stayed
out front. Mom came in shortly after and with one look she gasped.
"I know at least one young man that will like this dress! You look simply
delicious!"
Mom helped me get changed and when I was back to my usual mini skirt and
top she went home and I went to help Janet with that girl and her mother.
That afternoon when I was back at home Stan came over, and taking me by
the hand we walked into the back yard. Without warning he spun me around
and kissed me, hard and long, a throat swabbing that left me panting.
"What I really want to do Jenny, is hold you against me, tight and
naked."
"So you want me to be your girl?"
"In every way possible. You are the hottest girl on the planet and we
belong together and you know it."
"Your Grandfather thinks so anyway."
"And me."
"Then you better kiss me again to make sure."
When I went back in the house I think I was vibrating with excitement.
Stan! Wants me to be his girlfriend! Mom saw me run to my room and
followed me into my room. She gave me 'the talk', the one that all girls
get from their mother about boys. Through a fluke of chance I had
discovered that I really am a girl, and I love it, and now I have a guy
that wants me. My father knew exactly what was going on but seemed a bit
distant, so I asked mom why he was that way.
"He's lost honey. He has always had a son that he could talk to and do
things with, and now he has a daughter who he sees as staying with me
more often. Like your sister did. He's trying very hard to be the father
you want, the protector your sister had, while knowing that you started
as his son. He's a bit lost honey. I know that you love him and
everything he does for us, but...."
"I need to let him know how I feel, right?"
"It might help to let him know that you appreciate what he does for you.
You are a girl. Bend him around your little finger like your sister did."
That night I went to my dad and slid into his lap and put my arms around
him, laying my head on his shoulder. "Love you daddy," I said softly.
"Daddy?"
"Daddy."
"Okay honey. I love you too."
I was at the salon to get ready for my debut in that gorgeous gown, mom
right beside me. We both got the works from head to toe, then I went him
to get ready. But instead of the Granny panties mom likes me to wear, I
was wearing some high cut white satin panties. Because of the corset I
had no need for a bra, and since mom was right, I'm a B cup now, and with
the help of the corset I have impressive cleavage and a very small waist.
Both Mom and Janet helped me get the dress on, then the white satin
shoes. I wore pearls of course, and my very best perfume. Stanley showed
up in his tailored tuxedo and looked simply wonderful. I put on my white
gloves and let him led me to the limo. My mom and dad along with Janet
would join us later. Stanley wanted to kiss me but I did not want to mess
up my makeup and said no although I wanted him to ravish me. As we walked
in I could see all the girls in their gowns and every one of them looked
spectacular. The event was wonderful with all the waltzes and dancing and
food. Mom had made me a bib that would cover my entire gown and insisted
that I wear it. It did protect my gown from the one mishap I had. A stain
on a six thousand dollar gown would be very bad!
Mom helped me get the dress off, and the next day I took the car and went
to see Stan. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and I drove us to the park.
Laying out the blanket, I lay down and offered him the spot next to me.
He put his arm around me and pulled me tight, and began to kiss me which
drove me crazy. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and he began to fondle my
breast which made me crazier, so I touched him and he reacted and I
quickly had him naked in my hand. Panting in lust and passion he and I
groped and kissed and touched, until he finally pushed my head down to
him. I touched it with my tongue, then suddenly took him. He grunted in
ecstasy and I stayed there until he erupted. I was beyond delighted that
I had done that because in my mind I had made him mine and he had made me
a woman.
By the time I got back home I was on cloud nine, but my mother, using her
mommy senses wagged her finger at me and I followed her into my room.
"I'm guessing that you were a bad girl today. I saw that look on your
face last night, you and Stanley both. You took care of him didn't you?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"You know what I mean Jennifer! You opened wide and took him!"
"I can't get pregnant that way!"
"You can't get pregnant at all!"
"Yeah, well...."
"I suppose we need to see about the surgery now, don't you think so?"
"I'd love it mom!"
"So will Stanley I think."
I went in the hospital a week later and became a girl for real. It was
during my recovery that the trials started and while I thought they would
call me as a witness in the robbery they said no. They had the whole
thing in living color from security videos. The trial for the attempted
rape was different. I was called to the stand and said what happened and
how it ended. The retired sheriff also testified and over Jimmys
objections he was sentenced to 40 years on top of the 15 he got for the
robbery. He will be a very old man by the time he gets out.
Janet expanded her store and I became the manager. Stan and I got married
a year later.
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