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The Cruise
Janet L. Stickney
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My mom just sat there staring at me and I wondered what she was thinking.
My mom is usually talkative and always lets me know what she is thinking.
But there she sat, just staring at me. I grew uncomfortable with that and
left the table, going to my room to watch some TV. The next day at
breakfast mom told me what she was thinking.
"Your Aunt Janet asked me to ask you for a huge favor."
"What?"
"She wants you to pretend to be her daughter. She won a cruise that is
for mothers and daughters, and she does not have a daughter. You know
what her boys look like, all tall and husky with beards and huge hands,
so they are out. But you're only 16, and really, not very big. What I
mean is a lot of boys your age are your size, but so are a lot of girls,
which is why we think you can do it."
"Me. Dress up like a girl. I've done that once for Halloween but never
since then. Is this really true or are you pulling my leg?"
"No dear. It's true. I told her that I thought you would say no, but it
is a nice cruise. They're going to Hawaii. She said the trip is about
three weeks."
"That's at least three weeks as a girl, on ship full of girls my age and
their mothers. You don't see a problem here? If just one girl, or her
mother, suspects that I'm a guy it'll hit the fan big time!"
"Yes, that's what I told her, but she thinks she has a solution. I have
no idea what her solution is, but maybe we should go ask her. Then you
can make an informed decision."
"I just cannot picture myself in a tiny bikini, on a beach, with hundreds
of teen girls around! I can't even see me in a dress and looking the
least bit like a girl!"
"Maybe. Lets see what she has to say, okay?"
Mom and I drove to Aunt Janets house and went in, then, when we were all
sitting down she explained it to us.
"I bought a raffle ticket for a cruise without reading the particulars
because nobody wins those things. But, they drew my ticket and that's
when they told me it was for me and my teenage daughter. I told them I
did not have a teenage daughter but they showed me the box that I checked
which confirmed that I did have a daughter! I said it was a mistake, but
wanted to go on the cruise anyway, and they said no. They told me it was
fraud or some nonsense like that. I would like a three week cruise, but
since I have no daughter at all let alone a teenage daughter I'm stuck.
That's when I remembered that time you dressed up as a girl and wondered
if you would like to go on the cruise with me."
"Like I told mom, I can't see me in a bikini with a few hundred other
teen girls! Or a party dress, and I don't know squat about how girls do
things! They have all sorts of different mannerisms and talk a mile a
minute, travel in herds and go all crazy around some guys! And you want
me to do all that! I don't even look like a girl where it counts, so I
can imagine what that'll be like when they find out! Besides, I don't
have any hips, and certainly no boobs, so just how do you think I can
pull this off?"
"I understand your reluctance honey, I really do, but we have almost ten
months before the cruise, which is plenty of time for you to get used to
being a girl. I have also found a place that says they turn boys into
girls all the time, all without detection. I mentioned the cruise to them
and she told me there are two other girls like you going, and she
promised me that you could not pick them out of a crowd. I think we
should go talk to her before you say absolutely not, okay?"
"Two others? Like me?"
"That's what she said."
"Why don't we," mom said, "go talk to this lady. If it cannot be done,
then okay. But maybe she is as good as she says she is."
Against my better judgement, but certain it was a lost cause I agreed to
go with mom and Aunt Janet to see this magician lady. In my mind it was
all just so much wishing and hope. The drive took about an hour. As we
walked into the shop my nose was assaulted by the smell of rubber, latex,
glue and makeup! As I looked around a woman walked out from the back.
"Yes," Aunt Janet said, "I called yesterday about that cruise? You told
me you have two others you have helped and we are here to talk about it."
"Yes! I remember. And this is the young man you mentioned?"
"Yes. He's my nephew."
"Oh my! He'll look simply gorgeous when we're done!"
"Done with what," I asked.
"Let's watch a video," the lady said. "Then I'll answer any questions you
have. Oaky?"
We all watched the video with awe at the way she did things and then the
final result. When she was done, the boy she worked on looked as much
like a girl as any naturally born girl. He, she, was complete with wider
hips and a more rounded and fuller bottom, plus she had her own kitty
that looked exactly like the ones I had seen on the net! Her skin was
smooth and hairless and as we watched she got dressed in a bra and
panties, then a skirt and blouse, put on some makeup and when she was
done, she looked as normal as any other girl. I was very surprised
because that is not what I expected.
"That is the upside," the lady said, "the downside is that once we create
the appliances, which are custom made for every individual, and we attach
them, you will wear them for at least ten months, maybe a bit more,
possibly a year. The adhesive we use is specifically made to work with
skin and latex. The latex is micro fine and allows the skin below to
breathe so we eliminate the problem of withering skin, and the appliances
are all gel filled where necessary and feel exactly right. The choice is
yours of course. Just let me know."
Mom, Aunt Janet and I walked outside to talk about what we saw. I had no
idea that what I saw even existed, but I watched that lady turned a guy
like me into a girl and when she was done there was no way to tell she
wasn't real.
"Looks like it can be done doesn't it?"
"Yes mom, it looks like she can do it, but what about that lasting for
ten months! I have to go to school so what about that, how do I go to
school as a girl, and I have zero ID as a girl. That makes this... really
hard! How do I manage in school?! And what about boys? And what about the
other girls!?"
"I don't know honey. I did not expect her to say that it would last that
long. I had no idea."
"Let me check on it," Aunt Janet said, "and I'll let you know. Maybe in a
few days."
After seeing what that lady could do I went on line to check out other
guys that have been transformed and was shocked at just how hot they all
looked. I saw the before and after pictures, and most of the guys looked
as normal as I do and they were all about my size. Except one. He was
skinny and real short, and wasn't the best looking. The rest looked like
me. I found a blog that talked about the changes and how to manage them,
like using the can, or getting used to using my arms and hands a certain
way among other things. My hair for instance, is not that long but some
of the girls wore their hair short so that wasn't an issue. For me, it
was everything else about being a girl.
I lay there on my bed thinking about it. I mean, it would change
everything in my life. If I start attending school as a girl I'll have to
be a girl until I graduate, and what about the proms, the Spring Dance
and all the games and more. No matter what, you get drawn into a group,
you join clubs and so on, you mingle with girls and boys. It was the
mingling with boys that concerned me. There are guys that I think are
nice looking but that doesn't mean I want to date them. I was laying
there staring at the ceiling when mom came in.
"No matter what, you don't have to do this if you don't want to. Janet
signed that form, so she is the one responsible and you do not owe her
anything."
"I know that mom, but..."
"But what?"
"I went on line and checked out other girls that have done this and every
one of them is gorgeous1. Not one of them looked like a guy in any way."
"What does that mean? Are you thinking of doing this? Because if you are
I'm sure that you know that this will last a lot longer than the ten
months she mentioned. I mean, you can't change halfway through school can
you? And if you have her redo everything that will be another ten months
which is into your senior year, and once again you'll probably not want
to change then either. I think that if you do this then you'll be a girl
at least until after you graduate high school, and you'll have a diploma
in your girl name, right?"
"I figured that out mom."
"But?"
"Think about it mom. I don't have a lot of friends, none close anyway,
and nobody lives close enough to us to make a difference. I don't have
any cousins, I'm it. Hell, I've never even had a date! Maybe being a girl
would be better. I think I'll do it."
"Lets wait and see what Janet comes up with before you decide, but
becoming a girl might not solve your lack of friends problem."
"You know as well as I do that even the girls that aren't real pretty
always hang out and seem to have a lot of friends. Maybe you're right.
Maybe this won't fix that, but we don't know that do we? Don't you see? I
have to try it. If it does'n't work out I'll change back and take the
hit. Hell it can't be any worse than what it is now can it? Right now I
go to school every day, the kids are all friendly and so on, but when it
comes time to go to a game or party I'm left out. I'm that unknown
student that goes through life, the one that everyone sees but nobody
meets. It's just tiring mom, and maybe it won't change anything, but I
think it will. At a minimum I get a trip to Hawaii, right?"
During the two days we waited I researched every single thing I could
about the appliances and discovered a lot. Like the fact that the ones
that lady makes will give the wearer all functions that are exactly like
a normal girl, and that includes having periods! That threw me a bit, but
if that was really possible, the odds of being discovered were zero.
Depending on what Janet said I was going to do it. I had nothing to lose
and might gain a lot, so why not. I know, it's a stupid reason, but what
the hell.
Janet showed up at the house all smiles, sat down and told us the news.
"The people that put on that raffle got a lot of flack from a lot of
people. That check box on that raffle ticket was so small and the print
so blurry that it has caused them a lot of problems. A lot of ladies have
grown children, or no daughters, or their daughters are not interested,
so they changed the rules. You can come as you are. You do not have to
become a girl to go on the trip."
"I want to do it anyway," I told her. "Mom and I talked about it and I
think it'll be helpful for me. I'll go, but as a girl if I can get the
ID."
"I see! Well, I found a way to get you the ID, but you have to be a girl
first. It's a bit backward, but since you already have a drivers license
and SS number we can change those two things easily once you can prove
that you're a girl? They told me that to change your SS name it's just a
form. The drivers license can be renewed as a girl with a new SS card,
your old license, and a statement from your mother, and best of all, the
new license will say that you're a girl! If that is your decision then we
should go back to that shop tomorrow morning and let her do her best."
"Okay," I said with a grin, my future decided, but by me alone.
Since Janet offered to pay for it, mom and I went to the shop the next
morning. After all the preliminaries she threw mom out, telling her it
could take as long as 12 hours! Then she and I sat in her office. She
wanted to know why I wanted to become a girl. I told her that my lack of
close friends was driving me, and how I watched all the girls, even the
ones not so cute hang together. I told her that I felt like the unknown
student. Everyone saw me, everyone ignored me. In effect, I was lonely
and thought that by becoming a girl I would fix that'
"Oh my dear child! What you look like has no bearing on you having
friends or not! Every one of my girls have been dressing up as girls
since they were little children and finally progressed to becoming the
kind of girl that I create, and they will be one of my girls until they
are old enough to have the surgery! I have never had someone tell me that
it's because of a lack of friends, which is a terrible reason to undergo
this change. For me, my work helps my girls find that peace of mind they
have been looking for their entire lives. The money is nice but I will
not sacrifice your future for a few dollars. However, what I can do is
allow you to look like a girl for say, a month, after which you and I
will talk again. I'll make the same appliances, I just won't use the very
best adhesive. It will last a month or a bit more. That will give you the
chance to experience what it means to be a young lady. If that is okay we
will begin. Otherwise I'll have no choice but to say no and ask you to
leave."
I was shocked! I did not expect her to say that, but she voiced that
nagging feeling I had in my mind. I agreed and she began by asking me my
name. "Lisa," I told her and she had me strip, as in naked, then she
sprayed something on me, telling me it would remove all traces of body
hair for a very long time. Then she used a computer and laser to scan my
entire body from the shoulders to the knees. I watched the screen as the
computer rendered my body as a series of points. Then the computer
generated a lifelike depiction of what I would look like as a girl,
complete with recommended sizes!
"That should do it. Put the gown back on and I'll print out the specifics
and we can talk about it." Twenty minutes later..."You are about the
average weight for boys your age, but with a little effort on your part I
think that you can lose ten pounds easily, which will put you squarely in
the weight class for a girl your age who isn't a wisp. As it stands the
computer wants to give you B cup breasts, but I think something just a
tiny bit smaller will look better. Like a larger A cup. I agree with the
computers projection of hips and bun size, and it looks like you'll wear
about a size 7 or 8 dress. Shall we begin?"
Since she is the expert I agreed and she began making the molds of my
body, starting at the chest then doing the lower half. I watched with
great interest as she created a pair of breasts that looked as real as
any I had ever seen, then one at a time she attached them to my chest.
Looking in the mirror I could see that they looked as natural as
possible. As if I grew them myself. The lower half was more complicated
yet just as satisfying when she was done. Then we sat and talked a bit.
"Now, it will take a bit of getting used to, having your own kitty I
mean, and you absolutely must take care of it the way all natural girls
do. Your mother can help you with that. Almost all of my girls start
their periods within five weeks so I assume that you might as well and
you must be prepared. Once again, your mother can help you there. The
breast form have small sensors built into them, and after you get used to
it you'll be able to sense when someone touches you there. The same is
true for the hip and bottom additions. The adhesive I use is good for
about a month, so come in when you need to be refitted. Any questions?"
"Sex?"
"Oh yes! But you're way to young for that, and after only a month that is
probably out of the question unless you get raped. However, you can have
meaningful sex, but you have to use a lubricant. The latex is too dry."
She called my mom who came to get me, shocked at the way I looked. Mom
did not say anything on the way home, but once there she had a lot of
questions which I answered as truthfully as I could. Then I told her
about the hygiene things I needed to know as well as when I might start
having a period. She was suitably shocked when she saw me naked in my
bedroom, but showed me all about what I needed to know. Since I had no
clothes for a girl, I was about to get dressed normally when mom came in
and gave me some panties and a bra, plus a skirt and blouse and
pantyhose. I got dressed wearing what she gave me plus my own loafers. I
did not look like a girl. I looked like a boy wearing a skirt. No makeup,
my hair wasn't brushed out, zip.
Mom was kind enough not to say anything about how I looked, but she did
say that in the morning she would help me a bit and we would go out and
widen my wardrobe choices. I told her what the lady told me, about her
not thinking my reason was a good one.
"I can't say what is best for you but I do agree that becoming a girl
might not solve your issues, and of course, girls have other things to
worry about other than that."
"Like what?"
"Ever see a girl walk out to her car at night, all alone? Not very often
because it's dangerous for us. Or walking alone at a strip mall while
shopping, at night? Girls have to be completely aware of whats around
them at all times for their own safety, which you, as a boy, never had to
deal with. Wearing that dress or skirt is only the outward sign that you
are a girl. You need to become a girl inside as well as outside. But I
made a list of things that are essential, Things that I know that you'll
need, so we'll start with those, then we can look for other things you'll
need."
"Like what?"
"Dresses and skirts that you like, jewelry is always an individual choice
so you'll have to select those things, you need your ears pierced, at
least once, maybe twice in each ear, we need to get makeup that is just
right for you, and shoes which you have to try on. We also need to get
you some aerobics outfits since you'll be joining me when I go. You also
need to get some suits since you will be working in my office as a
gopher. All of those are things that you need to do yourself. In the
morning after we get a bite to eat we can go."
I thought we would do what mom said, go shopping, but no. She took me her
salon and turned them loose on me. I was baked, iced, waxed, (that was
fun), I got new nails, a new hair color and style, plus someone did my
makeup. By the time they were done and I looked in the mirror, I saw an
entirely new person, who did not look like me! I looked like a very nice
looking girl even with the shorter hair!
"Now we can get you a few things honey."
We spent hours at the mall and I began to understand why girls take so
long to buy anything. I bought four skirts and blouses, some top and a
pair of skinny jeans plus some shorts, and at mom's insistence, an
aerobics outfit. I was all pink and purple. She also included a sports
bra and a pair of yoga shorts. She was smirking when she added this
things. I bought three suits and two of what mom called a party dresses.
One was all black and about mid thigh on me, the other was a hot red.
Shoes were next, four pairs of heels, two pair of flats and a pair of
white girls tennies. I was overloaded so we put everything in the car and
went back in. At a makeup shop we bought a complete kit for me that they
told us was perfect for me. Jewelry followed and I had both ears pierced.
By the time we got home I was getting a better understanding of what
girls go through to to look nice.
I hauled everything to my room and sorted it out and hung up the clothes,
then began to try everything on. That red dress, well, wow! Short, low
cut, and form fitting it displayed a very feminine figure. Those yoga
shorts however displayed my kitty, which was called a camel toe by some!
I never expected that, but it also appeared when I tried on the leotards.
Mom came in and saw what I was showing and left, returning with a panty
liner. I used that and my display was gone. Mom merely grinned at me and
left me to try on everything else. I was wearing a pair of shorts and one
of my old tees and my new tennies when I walked out of my room. There was
no doubt that I looked like a girl from every angle.
"Lets go get you a new SS name change then a new drivers license."
"But what if I want to change back?"
"You won't. I saw the look on your face all morning honey, you like being
a girl and that will only get more acute as time goes on. But you'll be
starting at my office on Monday so you'll need good ID. Now lets go."
"Like this?"
"Just like that."
I changed my name, then with mom standing there I surrendered my old
license and was issued a new one in my new name. Lisa Ann. Then it was
off to moms office where I applied for a job and was hired in starting on
Monday. My entire life had changed almost all at once, and I cannot say I
was disappointed. Time will tell. On Monday morning I was wearing the
pale blue suit, the straight skirt just above my knees, the jacket fitted
over a white blouse. I wore white jewelry and white heels. I was shown to
a smallish cubicle, given a computer sign on and a few hours later I got
a name plate. The work was relatively easy and the time flew by. Mom and
I walked out together and in the lobby...
"Maddy! Hi! How are you? And who is the gorgeous young lady?"
"Hi Tom. This is my daughter Lisa. This is her first day."
"Judy and I are hosting a big celebration for my daughters graduation
this weekend. Why don't you and Lisa come over. It'll be fun."
"What time?"
"Come over about two, we'll be cooking by then. And bring your swimsuits.
I'm letting my son use the boat and I'm sure that Lisa would enjoy that."
"Thanks Tom, we'll be there!"
Later, in the car..."Mom! I don't have a swimsuit, so maybe I better stay
home."
"No dear. You're going and you'll have a very nice swimsuit by then. You
wanted to make new friends and this is how it's done. Wear your shorts
and a nice top and take your swimsuit and towel in a bag, That way you
can change there. I'm sure his daughter would let you use her room."
Mom and I went out to buy me a swimsuit, and while I thought a one piece
would be better, mom insisted, so I ended up with a very modest bikini
with an almost full cut panty. It is red with white dots on it and I look
spectacular in it. Even mom thought so. I put on a pair of white heels
and walked around like a model to mom's delight. I changed into my shorts
and sat with mom until it was time to go to bed. I had visions of what
Tom's son would look like, but if he looked at all like his dad he'll be
a hunk. But the party was four days away and all I could do was plan for
it. The perfect shorts with just the right top, my bikini of course, but
with my white tennies, and maybe a skirt for later in the evening. Then
my makeup bag of course and a brush for my hair.
I had thought that his daughter had graduated from high school, but it
was college. She is almost 23, and his son is in college and is 20. So
much for that. But a lot of their family was their including a guy that
was my age. Stan was his name. But there were 4 girls about my age as
well, and we sort of hung out together. That was the very first time I
was in a group that actually made me feel like I belonged. The five of us
just hung out, then we all changed into our swimsuits and used the pool.
I was talking to Carly when he walked over to me. Carly sort of drifted
away and I was left with Stan looking at me.
"Hi," he said. "I'm Stan. I'm Carly and Sharons brother. Their older
brother."
"Hi. I'm Lisa. I came with my mom. She's friends with Tom."
"Tom is our Uncle. What school do you go to?"
"Central. You?"
"St. Mikes over on Edison."
"I hear they have great dances there on the weekends."
"You've never been to one!?"
"Not yet."
"Well, let me help you cure that problem! Let me take you to the Friday
night dance."
"I'd like that!"
"Lets use the pool," he said, and took me by the hand.
He and I spent most of the rest of the afternoon together after I changed
back into my shorts. Stan was a month older than me but 7 inches taller
and heavier. He looked just like his dad who I met when Stan took my hand
again and had me meet his parents. My mom was there too, and she was
smiling. When it was time to go Stan walked me to the car, holding my
hand the whole time. I was thrilled and a bit shocked because that was
all so new to me.
"You had a nice time."
"Yeah. The girls and I hit it off right away."
"I was thinking of that young man. What about him?"
"He's nice too. He's taking me tot he dance at St. Mikes on Friday
night."
"A date! That was fast!"
"He asked me mom. All I did was say yes."
"It seems that you fit in nicely with those girls and now you have a
date, your first if I am correct, and that means that becoming a young
lady has been good for you."
"Yeah. I'm not changing back mom. I like being a girl."
"I can see that, but lets give it some more time."
Back at work it was hard for me to concentrate on my job, the thoughts of
Stan holding me was yelling at me loudly, my mind a jumble of hope and
desire. I had never once desired the attention of a boy before, but as a
girl I felt elated that he found me attractive enough to ask out. Some of
the other girls in the office guessed the reason and I finally told them.
Every one of them understood, which meant that they had accepted me as
one of them. My encounter with the girls at the party was enlightening
when they also accepted me. Mom and I went back to see the lady that gave
me the appliances and she used the long wearing adhesive to reattach my
appliances.
Then we got the news that Janet had been killed in an automobile
accident. It seem a drunk driver ran a light and hit her going almost 60
miles and hour. They told us she was dead almost instantly. The reason
for all this was gone, but I had discovered a new way to prove myself.
Stan showed up at my house to get me, and he looked just wonderful. At
the dance Stan and I walked around greeting people, and I was introduced
to kids that I had known since we all started school. Not one knew who I
really was. One of the girls wanted to use the restroom and grabbed my
hand to go with her, because obviously girls go in pairs. Her name was
Megan and I've known her for a long time.
"You look like someone I know. A dweeb, but your just cute as hell, and
Stan certainly knows what a girl looks like!"
"Yeah," I said, "Stan and I met at a friends party. He and I used the
pool together. He must have liked what he saw."
"I'll bet!" she said, all doubt in her mind erased.
After that, once Megan spread the word, I was accepted for the first time
in my life. As thrilled as I was about that, having Stanley hold me
tight, then kiss my neck, was beyond my experience. But when he took me
home he pulled me close and kissed me, hard and long, leaving me panting
and shaking. I went in the house then to bed knowing that my choice to be
a girl was the right one.
Stan and I dated, I worked at my job, and when school started I went into
Co-op, but enrolled as a girl. I knew Megan and a few other girls from
the dances, and we sort of hung out together before I had to go to work.
After the Senior prom I finally gave into Stans needs. While I did not
remove any clothing, he was happy and I didn't mind as much as I thought
I would. In fact, while I no longer needed any confirmation of my
femininity, it was enough to remove the last shreds of my manhood. I was
all girl and I knew it.
After I graduated I started in a program to complete my change, and
that's when Stan asked me to marry him, but I said no. I wanted to wait
until I finished college. He went into the Army and that was the last I
saw of him for almost three years, and he was married to a washed out
blonde with the IQ of my cat. I wished him well and went on to finish
college as a nurse, and a complete woman. The future I was so afraid of
is ahead, but I have the strength to make it wonderful.
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