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Janet L. Stickney
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When I opened the first package and found a bra, I was shocked, and with
fear on my face, I looked at mom, who just sat there calmly watching, all
while pointing at the next package. Panties. Then a pink robe, followed
by a padded pantybrief, a skirt, blouse, heels, and white pantyhose! A
makeup case full of cosmetics, three pairs of shoes, and lastly, some
hair care items! Everything I needed to become a girl was there, spread
out in front of me, but I had no idea why!
"I want you to go in and try them all on, then come out here so I can see
how they fit."
"But why!? Why girls clothes?!"
"Because I think it's time we face, together, your fascination with
dressing up! That's why!"
"Huh?"
"Just two months ago you got all dolled up and went to that party, which,
by the way, is exactly the same thing you've done every year since you
were ten! Always a girl, always all dolled up. Now I want to see you all
fixed up, and not as a costume! That's why the clothes and stuff! Now go!
Do what I told you!"
I really wanted to race into my bedroom and get changed, I really did,
but male pride is usually strong, especially when it's threatened, and
mom had just pushed that button really hard. My first reaction was to
deny, stall, or delay putting on those clothes; there was no way that I
could relinquish my pride that easily.
"Don't say that it isn't true," mom said calmly, "I'm not going to hear
any of that nonsense! Just get in there and change... right now!"
"But that was just for a party! This is.... I don't think..."
"Enough of that!" mom almost shouted, sounding like she was on the verge
of being angry. "Do what I told you! Go get changed! Now!"
That bit left no doubt what I was going to do. She demanded, and I was
not in any position to say no, so I dragged all that stuff to my room.
Slowly, with unrelenting pressure building in my mind, I went in my
closet to retrieve my homemade breast forms. It was a sensuous thrill to
get dressed, just like it always was, but it took me less than an hour to
get completely ready. When I thought that I looked my very best I turned
the door knob slowly then yanked it open in a fit of daring, if not
unwilling bravado, and stepped out.
My mom was sitting there knitting as I walked up behind her, then around
the front of her chair. Looking up...
"Isn't that better? Having clothes that actually fit you; and you look
lovely! You need just a bit of help with your hair and a touch on your
makeup, but you look very nice dear!"
"Gee... thanks mom."
"None of that now, this is what you wanted and we both know it!"
"Can I go change now?"
"Yes, of course, but I want you to put this on."
Mom handed me one more box. I opened it right there, and inside I found a
very nice dress; it was the typical Christmas dress. Red and green
checked, with black velvet trim, it also had a sewn in petticoat!
"It's your Christmas dress! And those new shoes will go with it! Just go
put it on, then I'll come help you with your hair and show you a few
tricks with makeup."
"Christmas dress? Why do I need a Christmas dress?"
"Because I think that you'll want to look your best when we go to mass
later, and that's a very nice dress!"
"What!? I'm not going to church wearing a dress!"
"Of course you will! You know that you will, so lets not fight about it
shall we? Lets get you all fixed up before you say no; but I'll bet you
won't be able to say that!"
"But everyone we know will be there! They'll laugh; I won't be able to
put my head outside the door ever again! I'll be ruined!"
"Then we'll just go to another church! That way nobody will know you, and
you'll be able to enjoy your outing!"
"Do I have to? I mean... look at me!"
"Yes, dear, you have to, and you look just darling! Lets go and fix your
hair and makeup, then we'll have something to eat before we leave."
"No. I'm not going out like this!"
"Tell me why not?" mom asked, a bit of sarcasm tingeing her voice. "After
all, we both know that you like dressing up, you're quite pretty when
you're all fixed up, and I'm willing to let you do it! So... tell me why
not, and make me believe it this time, but first, I want you to go stand
in front of the mirror and tell me that you look anything like... you!
Then I want you to tell me why you shouldn't go!"
I already knew how I looked, which was great. The dress fit me perfectly,
and of course the shoes and everything else did too, which not only made
everything more comfortable, it gave me the look of a well dressed young
lady. But, I did what she told me, standing in front of the mirror long
enough to drink in the image of the girl I knew I should have been. I
could do what she wanted, or, if I refused, most likely become a recluse,
dressing only when it was very safe, and probably never very well. I
could actually feel my stout manly pride withering under the glare of my
desires, which were compounded by the seemingly total lack of deception
on my mothers part. Still, even if I did agree to go, she must have had a
good reason for doing this, and I wanted to know what it was, so I asked.
"Yes, I do have a good reason! Come and sit next to me.," When I did...
"I know this seems strange to you, your mother wanting, no, demanding
that you dress as a girl, but I haven't done this on a whim honey, I've
given this a lot of thought. I've watched you get better and better at
this, and over the years I came to realize that you really didn't have
any choice. It was the one time in the year that you could safely get all
dolled up and go out, but this year, well, you got ready without any help
from me, and you looked so much like a real girl that I knew that you
must have been practicing, which is when I also knew that what you
needed, more than anything else I could give you, was the chance to do
this, not only tonight, but more often as well. However, if you decline
my offer, then I will expect this to come to an end. No more dressing up
in secret, no more going out to parties this way, nothing. It will end,
and I promise, nothing more will be said about it ever again."
There it was. The promise of being able to get dressed up more often, and
the certainty that it would end if I said no. She and I both knew that I
couldn't stop, making my only choice a preordained fact. I searched her
face for any sign of deception and found none, leaving me only to say the
words. Swallowing hard...
"I need a purse," I said.
The correct purse, a shiny black one magically appeared in her hand, and
as she handed it to me, she smiled and gripped my hand firmly.
"Wallet, lipstick, tissue, and a small brush... just what do we call my
new daughter?"
"Megan," I told her."
"That's nice... Megan, shall we go?"
True to her word, after she helped me with my hair and makeup, we went to
a different church, and nobody seemed to realize that I was really a boy.
In a way I was able to relax a bit, especially during the liturgy of the
mass, which I always enjoyed. After the mass was over, everyone was
invited to a coffee and cake reception, and mom urged me to follow her.
As we walked into the hall I saw her. Jennifer. She went to my school,
and was one of the most popular girls there! She glanced my way, then
turned away. I quickly joined mom at a small table with two other people.
I just sat there listening, but my mind was stuck on the fact that
Jennifer was there. All it would take was for her to think she recognized
me, and it was over. I would be dead meat. In order to remain
unobtrusive, I sat with my knees locked together, my hands in my lap, and
a smile etched on my face. Then I heard the voice.
Mrs. Stickney! How are you!"
"Oh! Hello Jennifer! Nice to see you! You look very nice today!"
"Who's this?" Jennifer asked in a bright voice.
"I'm sorry, this is Megan."
"Hi Megan, I'm Jennifer!"
There is no way to describe the tension I was under. Fear was bubbling
up, ready to burst out in a frenzied wail. I had no choice but to look at
Jennifer and acknowledge her presence.
"I'm glad," Jennifer said, "that you're here, because otherwise I'd be
the only girl here over ten and under.... 40! Come on, I'll show you
around!"
I looked to my mother to save me, but she was talking to the lady next to
her, and simply waved her hand, leaving me to decide on my own whether to
go or not. I wanted to stay, but couldn't. Jennifer would certainly not
like that, and she might just look closer, so, I stood up, and with my
purse in hand, joined Jennifer as she walked out of the hall. Once we
were clear of the throng of people....
"You look better than ever Megan! I had no idea you could look so good!"
"Huh?"
"Listen dummy," she said quickly, "I've seen you dress up like a girl
every year for the last ten years! Of course I know who you are, but
today, well, you look better than ever! What? Do you save the best for
when you go out with your mom?" She knew! What the hell was I going to
say? "Look, everybody knows that you like to dress up, how could we miss?
I mean, every year? Almost forever? Nobody really cares I guess, but why
should they? You always looked real nice, never flaunted yourself, and
some of the guys even think you're cute! So, tell me, since you're at
church, dressed this way, maybe you're up to a little after Christmas
shopping? My mom always goes because of the sales; maybe you're mom would
like to come too?"
Your.... what about Jason? Will he.... he'll know!"
"He's one of the guys that think you're hot Megan! Seems that nobody told
him who you really are, and besides, he's a dweeb anyway. He wouldn't go
shopping unless he had to! It'll be just us girls!"
There it was. All laid out nice and neat. Jennifer knew who I was, and I
guess I should have known she would when I first saw her. Her offer of
shopping scared the hell out of me, and it must have shown on my face,
because she grabbed my hand and dragged be back to the table.
"I asked Megan if maybe you two would like to come with me and mom
shopping! She always hits the after holiday sales! Not tomorrow, but the
next day; we're going to my nana's tomorrow."
"Megan and I will talk about it Jennifer, then we'll call and let you
know. Is that okay?"
"Sure!"
By the time we were at home my mind was racing with the possibilities,
both the good ones, like more clothes, and the bad ones, like being
discovered. In a word, I was a wreck. Jennifer said her brother thought I
was hot? That was new; but like she said, he was a dweeb, but a very
smart dweeb. Jason always had his head into a computer, and was the
acknowledged go to guy when you had a problem. Hell, even the teachers
went to him for solutions! Because of that I guess I could understand his
total lack of skills around girls, and his inability to figure out who I
was.
"If you want to go with Jennifer," mom said, "we can go. If not, I'll
call and make an excuse; but if we do go, maybe we can find you a few
more outfits. One dress, especially that one, just won't do! Just let me
know."
When your desires finally overcome your guilt and shame, you are left
with nothing to hang on to. No lifeline to yank you back with a jerk,
only that bit of tenuous caution we all have and rely on for our own
safety. I desperately wanted to go, to quit hiding who I knew I was.
Jennifer had offered me the chance to do just that, but from past
experience I knew the stores would be jammed with other shoppers looking
for the right sale. But how could I tell my mother that without sounding
like a sissy? I would try a new tact.
"Mom, if we went, I don't have a thing to wear!"
After she stopped giggling... "Well then! I'll just have to fix that
won't I?"
Then I told her what Jennifer told me, that most of the kids already knew
that I liked to dress up, and that some of the guys, her brother
included, thought I was hot! That bit of news merely confirmed what she
had already told me. I went in my room to change. The next morning mom
told me she would be gone for an hour or so, and I sat down to play on
the computer. When she returned...
"The Bargain Mart is open 24/7, so I stopped by and picked up a few
things for you. This way you'll have something to wear shopping with
Jennifer and her mother!"
There was a skirt. It was checkered in red and white, with two inch
pleats, white gym shoes, a white blouse with small flowers on the collar,
and a thin red sweater. Also in the bag was a package of panties, a bra,
another padded pantybrief, and some nude pantyhose!
"That'll be enough for now Megan, we'll wait until we get to the mall.
The quality of the skirt isn't that good, but it'll do. Okay? In the
morning I want you to get dressed, but I'll do your hair. Just wear light
makeup, some foundation, eyeliner and some lipstick. Wear the pantyhose
too. It'll be easier when you try on shoes."
Like I said, it's a terrible thing to be captured by your desires,
especially after along hard fight with yourself you always knew that you
would lose. The sad fact is that my male side completely lost the battle.
After seeing myself in that Christmas dress, and with help from my
mother, there was no way that I was going to say no to the chance to go
out, and with my mother right there with me, I knew I would be safe. I
took the clothes to my room to try them on. The skirt was shorter than I
first thought, it came to about mid thigh on me, which meant that I would
be exposing a lot more leg than I ever had! I showed mom how I looked,
then went back into my room. My adventure was about to start, and my
guide into girlhood was my friend Jennifer.
The next morning I got up real early, filled the tub and sank into the
hot water, a razor in my hand. At my age, 14, I wasn't very hairy, but I
wasn't about to take any chances, so I shaved every bit of skin that I
could reach before I got out, dried off, and went to get dressed. The
panties were snug, and after I fixed myself I looked just like a girl,
especially after I pulled on the padded pantybrief. The pantyhose felt
great as always, sliding over my freshly shaved skin in a whisper of
delight that I was so excited by and familiar with. Then came the bra,
the new one. It fastened in the front and had firm yet smooth cups. I
added the birdseed breast forms I had made, the small knot pointing out
for a nipple, then slipped on the blouse followed by the skirt. Once I
had my shoes on, I went back in the bath to do my makeup. I was very
careful to not overdo it, and when I was done I went to find mom.
She sat me at her vanity and promptly went to work with a curling iron,
some rollers, and a brush. When she was done, she cemented it all in
place with a heavy dose of hairspray, then added just a touch of blusher
to my cheeks. She told me to put on some lipstick and handed me a small
bottle of perfume. I added it the way she told me to, then watched as she
did her own makeup and hair. Opening her jewelry box, she gave me a pair
of clip on earrings. They were red and white enamel, along with a small
gold bracelet.
"I think you're ready now, the only question is are you ready for this?
You don't have to do this you know."
"If I don't, I'll never know will I? I mean.... "
"I know what you mean honey. You have to know if you can actually go
somewhere and not have anyone decide that you're a boy, right?" I nodded
my head yes. "Well they won't, unless you do something stupid. Just walk
with me, or maybe Jennifer, and use your hands like we do and you'll be
fine."
I sat next to mom on the drive to Jennifer's house, expecting her mother
to recognize me right away, but hoped she wouldn't. Jennifer was jumping
up and down when she saw me, then dragged me into her bedroom.
"God! You're so damned cute!"
"Yeah, thanks. Where's Jason?"
"He's in his room... I think he's getting all cleaned up so he can talk
to you. He looked a little love sick this morning, after I told him you
were coming over, but don't worry Megan, he doesn't have a clue!"
"Girls!" It was her mom calling us.
As we walked out, I saw Jason standing there, his eyes wide, a smile on
his face.
"Beat it runt," Jennifer said.
"Hi," he said to me... "You're Megan?"
"Hi Jason."
"Going shopping huh?"
"Yeah," Jennifer quickly said, it's a girls day out."
"That's girlie stuff! I wouldn't go anyway!"
"Good! See ya!"
Jennifer and I walked in the mall together, following our mothers.
Because I had no clue about the way women shop, you could say that I was
surprised at the way they reviewed everything before making a purchase,
including Jennifer. Me? I always found what I wanted, paid for it and
left. No shopping around. The four of us wandered around, in and out of
shops, until mom touched my arm, and whispered in my ear.
"How would you like to have some really good breast forms rather than
those birdseed ones?"
"Sure, but they're real expensive mom!"
"Let me worry about that. Lets you and I go in here and see what they
have."
Then mom told Jennifer and her mom that we would meet them later, at the
food court. They named a time, and we parted, mom and I going into the
shop. It did not take long for me to be in a booth, with both mom and the
lady that ran the place, waiting for me to undress and try on the new
forms. It took three tries before the two of them nodded in agreement.
Mom told me keep them in the bra and get dressed. They were heavier than
my old ones, but they looked better, with more roundness, they were also
softer, and had just the right amount of bounce so to speak. All mom did
was grin at me when she saw me smiling. For the first time that day, I
felt as if I might just fit in.
After a quick bite to eat, the four of us were off again. We toured every
department in every store; I don't think they missed even one! Jennifer
bought a few skirts, while mom and I also added a few skirts, two
dresses, and a flurry of underwear. Then shoes, and finally I had my ears
pierced, which wasn't a big deal since so many guys were doing it. I
would fit in no matter what I had on! By the time we left, I'm positive
that we walked at least ten miles, and I was beat! Doing a marathon
inside a mall dressed like a girl was tiring, both physically and
mentally. By the time mom and I got home, there was no doubt in my mind
that on a good day, I could go out as Megan and get away with it.
"Now, wasn't that fun?"
"Did we miss any stores mom? I think I went to parts of the mall I didn't
even know existed!"
"That's what girls do when they shop! They find all the best buys, and
the only way to do that is to shop around! Now then, did you have a good
time? I know that nobody thought you were a boy!"
"Why all the new clothes though? I thought you were only going to let me
do this once in a while! I mean, the new semester starts in ten days, and
I have to go back as me!"
"We can take them back if you like..."
"NO! No, what I mean is, when could I wear all this stuff?"
"Well, you'll have every weekend, right? And if you need to get dressed
up during the week, I might allow that once in a while, but in any case,
you can't wear the same thing over and over, that's why the new clothes!"
It sounded plausible, and I accepted her reasoning without question.
Before I put away my clothes, I tried on everything once again, and
reveled in the mere fact that I had them. That night I wore a nightgown
of my own to bed for the first time. The next morning I showed up in my
new denim skirt and a pink top. No makeup, and my hair was still a bit
messy. I needed food first! After breakfast I finished getting dressed
including makeup, then I told mom that I was walking over to Jennifer's
house. After our shopping trip I knew that I could go anywhere, and felt
really safe as I walked to Jennifer's house. Her mother let me inside
with a smile.
"You look wonderful Megan, and you are always welcome here. Let me get
Jennifer."
Of course she and were like two girls anywhere, and after some prodding,
I found myself admitting that yes, I did think that one guy, Stan, was
kind of, maybe, cute. Jennifer of course was all over me about that
revelation, but I did not press it and she finally let it go. Then she
wanted to go back to the mall and just walk around, which is all we could
do since we didn't have any money. When we asked her mom, she said it was
okay as soon as my mom said I could go. I called him and mom agreed, and
so we set off for the mall. As we were walking around we saw him. Stan,
the guy that I had said I thought was hot, was walking right at us, his
buddy Chris beside him. Jennifer simply could not resist.
"Hi Stan! This is Megan! She lives over by me!"
He looked at me with a smile on his face, then he took my hand in his and
asked me if I wanted a soda. I was shocked, so Jennifer told him we would
be delighted. Still holding my hand, we walked to the cafe area and
grabbed a table. Stan got my soda, then sat very close to me. We just
talked about school, and family, then, when it was time to go, he asked
if he could walk me home. I could not find a reason to say no, so still
holding my hand, he walked me home. At the door, he spun me around and
kissed me! Shocked and excited I ran in the house, panting hard. Stan
had kissed me!
"A new boyfriend?"
"Huh? No!"
"Well I saw you two kissing, so..."
"He just did it mom! I'm not... I mean he's...."
"He is quite cute Megan, and there is no reason to be ashamed that you
have a boy attracted to you. You're really very cute and you know it!"
"But I'm a boy!"
"Well, yes, that's true, but only on the outside I think. What I mean is,
you really want to be a girl, right?"
My mother knew she was right so I did not say anything, but I will admit
that I was grinning when I went to my room. Stan wanted to kiss me, and
did! I was both thrilled and scared at the same time. I wanted to be a
girl, and I wanted to kiss Stan without worrying about it. I suddenly
realized that I wanted him to touch me, love me, and hold me. Because I
am a boy and not a girl, having him love me like a girl was a very remote
possibility, yet I'm 14 years old, and I certainly know what girls can do
for their guys, I only had to be more of a girl. Meaning full time, every
day, in every situation. I could only tell Jennifer what I was thinking
because she would understand. I did not think my mom would get it. I
mean, she's old!
I told Jennifer how I felt, and she said she knew how I felt! She liked
Chris, and was hoping that he liked her as much. That afternoon, when I
got home, mom was waiting for me.
"This boy Stan. He thinks that you're a girl. Right?"
"Well, yeah, we met at the mall. Just how could I say that I was a boy!?"
"I suppose not, but what do we do now? I mean, after walking you home he
knows where you live, right? So just how can you disappear? Where did you
go? You did call me mom when he was here, so he certainly knows where to
find you! So, tell me. What do we do now?"
"Can I be a girl all the time? I mean, I'll be a real girl someday
anyway, so why not?"
"That's probably true honey, but I have no idea if that is even possible!
I mean, just how do I get you registered at school, and what about the
gym classes you have to take? You have no boobs, you have a boys body,
and how do we get past that? I would have to see if it was at all
possible!"
And that is exactly what happened. With a few changes. First, mom found a
shop that turned me into what looks just like any girl my age, complete
with my own kitty as mom called it, and modestly sized boobs. You could
say that I was totally shocked when the lady was done fitting me, but
there was no doubt. I look just like Jennifer! It took me about two
minutes to get to her house when we got home and I could show her the new
me. Squealing in joy she and I hugged, then went back to my house.
"Jennifer", mom said, "this is just between us. Understand? Megan can get
hurt really bad if anyone suspects that she is not a girl, okay?"
"You bet! Now I' not the only girl here!"
"I'll call your mother and let her know that Megan is now a girl and it's
safe for you two to be in your bedroom alone."
I'll tell her, but she'll probably call you anyway."
To this day I do not know how she managed it, but I started school as a
girl! My first day of school was tense as some of the kids recognized me
from my dressing up for parties, but when Jennifer let it be known that I
was really a girl that noise sort of quit. Then Stan began to walk to
class with me and it somehow became known that we were a couple! The
questions about me being a boy absolutely quit when I had to shower after
gym class and the other girls could see for themselves that I am a girl.
After that it was all good. Then Stan asked me to the dance that Saturday
night. I was thrilled since it would be my first real date with a boy,
but mom told me that I had to wear a panty girdle. It was tight, but she
said it would deter any awkward moments brought on by an overeager
teenage boy that was caught up in lust. All that meant was that she did
not want me to fall victim to own lust and my brand new options.
Nothing happened of course, but Stan set me on fire when he kissed me,
not just once, but several times. Then he gave me a ring! I knew what
that meant, and when I went in the house I had it gripped tightly in my
hand. The next morning I put the ring on a chain and wore it around my
neck, a clear sign that I was his girl. But mom once again threw water on
my glee when she pointed out that as a boy I'll start growing a beard,
get bigger and more husky unless we do something. That something was a
trip to the doctors office. He gave me a shot then some pills to take.
After that I was just a normal teenage girl in every way, but I always
loved our Christmas celebrations. They always reminded me of my journey.
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