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I sat there drying my tears and decided I didn't care what Ben thought,
even though I did.
I got up, smoothed out my skirt and walked down the stairs, loving the
sound of my heels on the hardwood stairs and stood in front of the huge
full mirror we had in the living room.
It had only been three days since I came out to my mom, but it felt like
a year. The dam has been building for fourteen years of how badly I've
wanted and needed to be a girl. That dam was broken now and I was happy
it did.
I've been living every minute of everyday wishing and dreaming what it
would be like to be a girl, to be female. It's been my secret, but now
everyone close to me knew and I was okay with that.
Now as I stood looking at myself in the mirror I saw her, I saw Ashley
looking back at me and not Ben nor anyone else was going to make me go
back to being a boy. I don't want to be Andy anymore, I don't want to be
a boy, I never did, I want to be Ashley.
It's ignorant to me, but really it's mostly uninformed or ignorant or
both. No one can ever feel or knows what it's like to be transgender
unless they are.
It's like when I watch tv or scroll through social media, well when i had
a phone anyways, how most people have no idea what's like to be me or how
I've felt my entire life. How every decision, thought or choice is
secondary to, "Why can't I be a girl" i mean how can they comment or
judge, saying things like "you're a boy not matter what you do" or "boys
are boys and girls are girls and that's it, these people are just
confused" sometimes i wish they could feel what i feel for just a day to
understand.
I decided I was going to forget about Ben or anyone else for now and
practice my mannerisms and walking around in these three inch heels.
I've always tried to not act like a girl, actually i went out of my way
to act like a boy so i wasn't made fun of and teased, of course boys are
just kind of there, we sit, walk and act however we want.
I know girls tried to walk with a book on their head, at least i saw it
in movies, so i tried it. It's actually a lot harder than it seems. My
mom has always been, at least to me, like the ideal woman. She was pretty
and feminine, she was the kind of female I wanted to be and her
mannerisms, as I guess with most girls, were second nature to her. I was
glad she was on my side.
So I practiced walking around, making sure to take short steps and trying
to manage my heels. I practiced sitting, making sure to smooth my skirt
under me, to keep my knees together, legs to the side, my hands together
in my lap. I tried crossing my legs when I sat, which I found to be a
little harder, but it felt so feminine to be sitting there, my nylon clad
legs crossed at the knee under my pretty skirt, my silky slip under my
skirt, my pretty three inch heels dangling there.
I've always watched the way girls move and act and was trying my best to
match what and how I thought a girl should move and act.
I stood in front of the mirror practicing my hand gestures. Girls talked
much more with their hands than boys and were more expressive about how
they felt and what they wanted to say.
I walked around the house for probably the next hour trying to train
myself to move and act like a girl and I was loving it. I grabbed my
purse with the short strap and put it over my arm and held it at the
elbow like I'd seen girls do. I stood in front of the mirror, my wrist
limp, talking to myself, trying to raise my voice to sound more like a
girl, about how pretty I looked and how much of a sissy I was, smiling
and laughing at myself.
As I was lost in my girly moment the doorbell rang. I thought it was
probably Ben coming back to give me more shit, but when I looked at the
monitor I saw it was Emma, Mike's girlfriend, standing there with three
huge bags.
She pressed the intercom button. "Hey Andy, it's Emma. I talked to your
Mom and she told me about Ashley."
Now Emma was what most people would consider the California girl. She was
blonde and pretty and over the last year puberty had hit and she had
blossomed into a knockout.
Her chest had filled out, she had perfectly round hips and butt, a thin
waist, in short she was everything I wished I could be. She was someone
everybody liked and i can't ever remember her talking bad about someone
or putting anyone down. I could see what Mike liked in her.
I guess as much time as she spent over our house with Mike she was going
to find out about me sooner or later. So I walked over and opened the
front door.
When she saw me, she looked me up and down smiling and walked in and gave
me a hug. "Oh my God Andy you are so pretty. I've always had a feeling
about you, you were so meant to be a girl i could just tell.
Sorry for dropping in, but i called Mike to see if i could come by the
house and hang out until he got home and then he gave your Mom the phone
and she told me everything. I hope that's ok"
I smiled, she always came off as genuine and meant well. "No it's ok
Emma, you were going to find out anyways. I guess it'll be nice to have a
girl my age to talk to about things. It's just i just came out the other
day and i don't know how people are going to react to finding out i'm
trans."
She smiled as she set the bags down. "Well first off i love your outfit,
that skirt is so cute and look at you, only a couple days as a girl and
you're in heels already and i love your hair, you have to tell me what's
going on there. Anyways I was going through my closet the other day and
bagging up my old outfits that don't fit anymore and when your Mom told
me about you I thought you are about the same size I was last year before
mother nature hit.
So I brought these over for you. So what do you say, do you want to see
what fits and you can tell me about everything?"
I smiled again. "Thanks Emma, this is really nice of you. I just hope
when I have my girl puberty I end up as pretty as you," as we both
laughed and took the bags up to my room.
We dumped the bags out on my bed and there were skirts, dresses, blouses,
pants, jeans, shorts, it was like her whole wardrobe from last year.
I could remember seeing her in some of these outfits, dreaming about what
it would be like to be her. Now here I was about to try them on.
As we stood there she said, "Ok, strip down so I can see what we have to
work with here."
So I stepped out of my heels, took my skirt and blouse off and slid my
slip and nylons off. I was standing there in my bra and panties.
She looked at me and said, "First off I love the slip and nylons, so
vintage and so feminine, but do you have boobs?" as she reached over and
felt my bra. "Oh my God Andy, you have real boobs. Take your bra off and
let's see them."
I looked at her. "Seriously Emma, you want to see my chest?"
"If you're going to be a girl and you're going to go to school next year
as Ashley, you're going to be in situations where other girls will see
your chest, it's not a big deal. Girls put their bras on and off in the
locker room, we see each boobs, I mean we all have them ya know."
I guess she made sense, so I reached back and unsnapped my bra and slid
it off.
She looked at my breasts and said, "Wow you have real girl boobs. I
watched that show I Am Jazz, I even made your brother watch it with me
and I love Kim Petras, so I kinda know a little bit about trans girls.
Are you on hormones? Because there's no way a boy could grow boobs like
that."
She handed my bra back to me and I slid it back on, snapping it on in
only three tries. She smiled watching me and said, "Don't worry, it takes
every girl a while to master snapping our bra back on, you'll get it."
Standing there in my bra and panties I said, "Well Emma it's a long
story. Why don't I try on these clothes and i'll tell you everything."
So for the next couple hours I tried on and modeled all of Emma's old
clothes. Each time i tried a dress or a skirt and blouse i could remember
her wearing it. Thinking to myself how surreal this was, the girl I
dreamed of looking like was giving me her old clothes and I was trying
them on for her.
What really gave me a sense of hope was that the clothes fit me. A year
ago she fit into these clothes, now they fit me, a boy, a boy who after
nine months of taking female hormones and male hormone blockers was able
to change my body to the point that i fit into her clothes. I just hope
that a year from now my body will look like her's.
I told her like I told Jenny, my Mom, Dad and Mike how i'd always felt
like a girl, how i secretly bought the hormones and had been taking them
for the last nine months.
I told her everything from how jealous i was of her, wishing and dreaming
i could look like her, but really i was jealous of every girl, pretty or
ugly, fat or skinny, it didn't matter, because i was stuck being a boy
when i knew i was supposed to be a girl.
I told her how I managed to buy the hormones and blockers and avoided
being caught until Mom walked in my room and saw my chest.
She was so sympathetic and supportive about everything. She was the girl
every girl wished they were and were jealous of, including me, yet
everyone liked her, it was hard not to. Having her on my side would mean
a lot next year when I went back to school as Ashley.
I was trying on this teal sweater dress of her's that had a white stripe
down the middle and a black flower pattern down the middle that came to
my mid thigh. My white heels matched the dress, as did my earrings, and
as I modeled it I remembered her wearing it to the end of the year dance
last year when her and Mike first started dating at the end of eighth
grade. I remember thinking how pretty it was, how it showed off her
curves as it hugged her body and now here I am wearing it, hugging what
curves I had.
As I stood in front of the mirror turning around and looking at myself
Emma's phone rang. She answered it and then handed it to me "It's your
Mom."
I took the phone. "Andy, i called the house phone but you didn't pick up.
I don't think anyone has used that phone in at least a year, i'm
surprised it still works. I hope it was okay telling Emma everything."
"No it's ok mom, Emma has all these clothes she's giving me and they fit
too," i replied.
"That's great, well I talked to Principal Hopkins today about you doing
online classes the rest of the school year and explained our situation.
While he was understanding and said how good a student you are, he would
like us to be in his office tomorrow morning to talk about it.
Honestly I don't know why we have to come into school, but he wants you
to come in as Ashley for some reason. I set it up so we'll be going into
the meeting between classes so no one sees you as Ashley ok.
Also Dr. Price called and after looking at your blood work and scans
again he'd like us to come in tomorrow.
So pick out an outfit that says 'Andy is a girl' for principal Hopkins,
because i feel like he has doubts about you being trans and be ready for
a busy day tomorrow."
"Ok Mom." I hung up and handed Emma her phone back and explained
everything to her.
She laughed. "Principal Hopkins is a pedo, everyone knows it. He's
probably into trans girls too. Seriously, the way that dress hugs your
curves, which i'm still surprised you have. I'd wear that to the meeting.
Those white heels are perfect and i'd do a cute ponytail, it'll so fuck
with his head to have nerdy Andy Smith walk into his office in this cute
sweater dress, hugging curves no boy should have, heels on, makeup
perfect, cute ponytail, telling him you're not a boy anymore, you're a
girl now."
I stood there in front of the mirror looking at myself listening to her.
Yeah i was a boy, but i didn't want to go to school for the next three
weeks as Andy and i sure didn't want to go as Ashley and have everyone
making fun of me and teasing me.
I wanted a summer to find myself, to hopefully start hrt with a doctor's
help, to start my transition from Andy into Ashley. To have the next
three months to become the girl i wanted to be,with support from my
family, but really i wanted to put it off, not my transition, i wanted to
put off all my friends and the kids at school judging me, calling me a
tranny or a sissy or whatever. I wanted them to see me as a girl, as
Ashley.
I turned to Emma and said "I remember you wore this dress when you and
Mike went on one of your first dates to the end of the year dance in
eight grade and i thought you looked so pretty in it.
I never thought I'd get to wear it, let alone that you'd be giving it to
me. Emma you're such a good person, seriously, i feel so pretty right
now." i started to cry with how happy i was when she walked over and
hugged me.
She gave me a tight hug. "Look, to me you're not Andy anymore, you're
Ashley now, my little sister. I don't care that you're transgender,
you're a girl as far as i'm concered, i'm here for you for whatever and
whenever. We girls stick together, I don't care that you're a boy, you're
a girl now and you should totally wear this dress tomorrow."
"Thanks Emma, you're like the sister I've always wished I had."
She smiled. "And you're the little sister i always wanted."
I turned around in front of the mirror again and smiled. Tomorrow was
going to be another long day, but I was ready for it, Ashley was ready
for it.
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