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Janet L. Stickney
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The announcement was met with both jeers and cheers. Costume parties in
a high school were rare, but they billed it as something else. The
school called it the "Who Am I" day. Anyone could dress as any person
or character, kind of like cosplay. My mom told me her idea which was
crazy, but I was intrigued and nodded my head yes. She had given me
three choices. Wonder Woman, Cinderella, or Dorothy from the Wizard of
Oz. Not one male figure! I started to object but she simply told me
those were my choices, and I had two days to decide. I knew right away
that Cinderella was out. I figured that a lot of girls would go for the
girlie dress and hair. I thought that Dorthy was a bit juvenile, which
left Wonder Woman. I had no idea how mom intended to get me into an
outfit that fit so tightly without exposing my deficiencies. Like a
pair of very nice boobs, and hiding my stuff. I love the way the new
Wonder Woman looks, and told mom that is the version I would do. All
she did was smile at me.
The talk in school was rampant about the various costumes that could be
done. Many Cosplayers go all out and some look spectacular, so I was
hoping to be able to do this without a lot of embarrassment. That very
weekend mom asked if I had another female character that I might
prefer! Since she sounded so adamant the first time I was put off a
bit.
"I don't know, maybe Snow White, or Atomic Queen, or maybe a cosplay
maid."
"I'll check and let you know tomorrow," she said with a smile.
The next day at school the staff came out with the guidelines. For one
thing, you had to be able to wear the costume in public. Two, no wings
like with Maleficent, no guns, even fake ones, no swords, and no pseudo
swords. As I thought about it I knew that I would do a girl since I
had
been dressing up since I was little, and mom knew it too. At school I
heard a lot of the kids talking about recreating the 1950's look for
both boys and girls. Now that would be cool! That night I asked my mom
about it.
"Your Great Grandmother is still alive, and I'll bet that she still has
a lot of her old clothes! She never throws anything away! I'll call
and
find out."
Turns out she had a lot of her old clothes, and asked mom and I to come
over so I could try on a few of her dresses. She had pulled out a few
for me to try on, and they were spectacular. One a pale red with white
polka dots and a white bow in front, one a deep green with light brown
trim and a sailor tie, and one that was black and white. All of them
had below the knee hem lines, and what looked like tiny waists. I
looked at mom and she merely smiled.
"Yes," Grandma said, "they're small waists, but even back then we girls
had to wear a corset to get that small. You are not that big so I am
sure that we can get you fitted so the dresses look perfect. I'll see
if I can find something to help."
By the time we got home we had several boxes of clothing, including
dresses, shorts, and slacks, shoes and pictures of her hair styles. As
I unpacked things I found petticoats, three corsets that looked awful
small, and some skirts and blouses. Before anything else mom gave me
some chemical hair remover and told me to get busy. It was over an hour
later before I appeared. The first thing she gave me was a pair of new
panties. Obviously, mom had gone out while I was busy in the bath.
Then
came my first foray with a corset. It almost fit, but mom laced me into
it until she said I would fit the dresses. It was tight but not as bad
as I feared, but I was seriously surprised when mom reached into the
built in bra and pulled my own flesh up then used a small foam pad
under each breast, making it look like I have an impressive set of
boobs! Then came a pantybrief and pantyhose. After that came the
petticoats which went on quickly, followed by the dress. It was the red
one with the polka dots. Mom handed me a pair of red heels and led me
to her bedroom.
It took her very little time to do my makeup and fix my hair, and after
I added the earrings and lipstick I looked in the mirror. I looked
like
my Grandma when she was my age! I looked better than I ever had when I
was dressing on my own. I looked great, better than I expected, and the
hemline below my knees looked just fine. Sexy actually. Mom gave me
some perfume which I used, and as we walked into the family room....
"I wonder if your friend Stanley would like to see you? I mean, he did
say that he was going to dress in the same era, so why don't I call
him?"
What I said had no relevance for her and she called Stan, who appeared
at our door in 15 minutes, I was just standing there when he came in,
and I was thrilled to see his mouth drop open.
"Damn! Oh, sorry Ma'am. Wow! You look great! Is this how your going to
dress at school?"
"Of course. Why not. You think I look okay, right?"
"You bet! You look... um... great. Want to go get a burger?"
"Yeah, I guess, why not?"
Then he surprised the hell out of me when he opened the door for me and
took my hand! I was so shocked that I let him hold on until we got in
the car.
"You are smoking hot, you know that, right? You are going to drive some
girls crazy."
"What about you?"
"Oh, you're driving me crazy just being here!"
At the burger joint he once again grabbed y hand as we walked in,
sitting close by a window at a table. His sister and her friend were
there, and I got the once over from them. Stan waved but did not get up
and continued to hold my hand. Then he left to get us a burger and a
drink. His sister and her friend Lisa walked over.
"Hi. I'm Stans sister Marcie and this is Lisa."
"Hi! I'm Carolyn."
"How did you and Stan meet?"
Before I could answer he returned with a tray of food, and they left.
"She'll do everything she can to find out who you are, you know that,
right?"
"I told her my name is Carolyn, which happens to be my Grandmothers
name. She's the one I got the clothes from. So Marcie can check all she
likes! She'll find out soon enough."
"You are a sneaky girl Carolyn! Want to take a drive when we're done
here?"
"Sure. Why not?"
As a brand new girl I did not read his intentions, until he went into
the park and stopped in the grove. I turned to ask him why and he did
not hesitate. He kissed me! And not lightly! He gave me a tongue
swabbing that left me breathless, and I could feel his hand on my
stomach. I was panting as he did it again, then...
"You are so hot that I just could not stop myself!"
"But you know who I am!"
"Yeah. You're Carolyn. My girl Carolyn." Then he kissed me again.
"I just want to be where you are honey. You're gorgeous, and that did
not happen accidentally, did it? You've done this before or you
wouldn't look so damned hot."
"Marcie?" I squeaked out.
"Marcie can bite it honey. From now on you're my girl and she can take
a hike."
"When she finds out she'll be on you like a coat of paint Stanley."
"So what? Who says that we can't have a relationship? Her? Not likely."
With every one of my nerves on edge I said something I never thought I
would say. "Then you better kiss your girlfriend again."
By the time he dropped me off at home I was on fire, and not once did
my stuff get excited. Me yes. Boy stuff no. I ran to my room and was
quickly met by my mother. I saw her and started crying, holding her
tightly as I blubbered into her shoulder. She just held me as I cried,
then softly...
"There is nothing wrong kissing a boy that likes you honey."
"But... I'm..."
"In his eyes you are a lovely girl who he has happened to know all his
life. The fact that he finds you attractive has nothing to do with
anything else. The fact that you are a boy is almost irrelevant honey
because all he sees is Carolyn, you, a young lady. Now go change into a
pair of shorts and come help me in the kitchen."
The shorts fit really well, and made it seem as if I have my own kitty,
thanks to that pantybrief. I told mom about his sister and how she
could make a lot of trouble for me, but she told me not to worry about
it.
"She has already graduated, right? Let her squawk. Nobody cares about
that kind of thing anymore."
Mom and I made some cookies then relaxed for the evening. The next day
I was once again wearing the shorts with a period blouse to match as I
helped clean up. Around 11 the doorbell rang. It was Marcie. She took
one look at me, the way my shorts fit and her mouth fell open.
"Hi Marcie, come in."
"You're all that Stanley talks about. I think he's in love."
"That's nice," I said with a smile.
"Maybe, but you're a boy, like him."
"So what? That's not a problem for he and I, so why does it bother
you?"
"I just don't want him to get hurt."
"Neither do I. But he is the one that is in charge not me, so we'll see
what happens, right?"
"Well, at least you look just darling, and those shorts fit you well.
Did you kiss him yet?"
"I don't think that's any of your business Marcie. That's between
Stanley and I."
"I'll take that as a yes. Gotta go... Carolyn. See ya later."
"She can be a problem Carolyn."
"It's okay mom. I never said that I was a girl, which has her confused
about Stanley, but she'll be loathe to ask him about he and I."
"What are you going to wear to school tomorrow?"
"The lower cut dark green dress with the brown sailor tie and my black
shoes, and I was wondering if I have enough hair to do a period
hairstyle."
"I think you do. Lets get you into some curlers then."
The next morning I was up a little earlier and began to get dressed,
starting with a pair of hip hugger panties followed by the corset and
the foam pads to hike my boobs up, the pantybrief which helped me hide
things and pantyhose. Mom watched as I did my makeup, then helped me
get the dress on. You could not see my boobs unless I bent over, which
was fine. Mom said it was the style back then. The low black heels were
followed by gold jewelry and a deep red lipstick. Mom and I brushed
out
my hair, which looked period perfect, grabbed my purse and left for
school.
All sorts of costumes were to be seen and nobody gave me a second look,
until my first class. When I sat in my usual seat I heard a few gasps
and smiled to myself. Between classes Stanley meet me and held my hand,
which everyone could see. I was concerned for him of course, but he
held my hand all the way to my next class. I cannot say that I did not
like it because he made me feel very feminine. He and I were at lunch
together when our first nasty encounter happened. It was the class
bully of course. No costume for him of course.
"Hey! You forget what real girls look like? I can show you if you
forgot."
Stanley stood up and got right in his face, and without any fear in his
voice... "Listen asshole, Carolyn is my friend of mine and she is
probably more of a girl than you can manage to find for yourself. So,
let me make this perfectly clear for you. I'll use short words so you
understand. Any harm comes to her from anybody, and they'll find your
body stuffed in a trash can. And trust me, there are a lot of guys
willing to pound your ass to a pulp, so lay off. Anything about that
you don't understand?"
As he sat down Stan moved closer to me, which only made the bully
angrier, but his notion of self preservation kicked in and he left
before Stanley tore him limb from limb. The only reason the bully had
people afraid of him was that posse of fools that followed him around.
As small as I was, even I wasn't afraid of any of them individually.
Together they were a real threat. Stan walked me to my next class,
holding my hand again, and the murmurs started. I was alone when
Jennifer, one of my friends came over to me.
"You look just delicious, which is why Stanley is hanging around you,
you know that, right?"
"Yeah. My mom said I looked cute, but she's my mom."
"Did that asshole bully threaten you?"
"He wanted to but Stanley told him that would be a very bad idea and he
left."
"Listen, after school, walk out with Sally and me, or Stanley, Do not
leave alone, okay?"
"Sure, okay."
I met with Jennifer and Sally and we walked out of school together,
seeing the bully watching us, sort of like a lion watching the prey. He
and his bunch started towards us when Mark, Sallys boyfriend joined
us.
The bully suddenly veered away, unwilling to take on a guy that isn't
afraid of him. I drove home, thankful for good friends. I told mom all
about it when I got home. The next day when I got ready I wore the blue
and white checked dress. I was just at knee length with short sleeves.
I wore two petticoats with it and I looked wonderful.
A lot of the girls and even a few of the boys told me that I looked
nice, and once again Stanley walked me to my classes. The bully always
glared at me which made me nervous. It was Sally that mentioned that to
her boyfriend Mark. Mark, Stanley and a few of the other boys
surrounded the bully, pushing his posse away, until Stan was right in
his face.
"Lets you and I go outside and talk about the way you treat people,"
Stan said quietly.
"Yeah," the bully said, "lets go!"
He started to leave and motioned for his guys to follow, but...
"I think not guys. Mark said as the other boys surrounded the posse.
"You were not invited. And by the way, leave the knife bully. Just lay
it on the floor or I'll take it from you."
Now, the bully is not stupid, so he put the knife on the floor and was
escorted outside to face Stanley. Jennifer, Sally and I followed and
watched as the bully took the first swing and caught Stan on the
shoulder. After that, well, Stan beat him like a drum, finally leaving
him to lay there bleeding, with no witnesses to say Stan started it.
Bully was laying there staring as Stanley walked over to me and grabbed
me, then kissed me with another throat swabbing."
"Any questions?" He asked everyone who was watching.
"You go girl!" Jennifer said, then glared at the bully. "And if you
want more of this just keep bothering any of us, especially Carolyn!"
I thought Jennifer was going to kick him, but she squeezed my hand as
Stanley and I went to my car.
"You are my girl now Carolyn. No more pretending to be a boy. Wear a
shorter skirt tomorrow. Something sexy."
The next day I wore one of my moms old mini skirts. Dark brown with tan
pleats, my white sneakers and a tight white blouse. My lipstick was a
muted red. I knew that I looked sexy. Jennifer and Sally were also
wearing minis, so the three of us stayed together until I was summoned
to the office.
"You have caused quite a stir young lady. Virtually every girl in this
school has complained that you are pretending to be something you are
not. They all say that you think you are a boy masquerading as a girl
when in fact you are a girl."
"That's nice to hear, but you know who I really am, and even though I
want to stay a girl I wasn't sure that I could, but if you say that I
am a girl, then problem solved!"
"You will follow all the rules the other girls do, understand?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"By the way. You look simply gorgeous as a girl, and I'll bet that I
know a young man that also thinks so."
"Yeah. And he's really cute!"
"Go back to class Carolyn."
That night I told mom what happened, then I showed her some appliances
I saw on line.
"If I'm going to be treated as a girl then I'll have to use the girls
restrooms, take gym with them and that means changing and showering
with them, then this might be the solution."
"Show me."
After the gasping was done, mom called the school and confirmed that
yes, I would be required to have gym with the girls. The very next day
I skipped school so she and I could travel to find out about these
appliances. When the lady showed us what was available, on a video of
course, like mom I was shocked because I had no idea these were
available. But, after a very short discussion, mom insisted that I be
outfitted with the best she offered, telling me that nothing else would
do.
"For this to be successful you simply cannot do anything less then the
best honey, and while I know it'll seem strange, having a period, all
girls have them. So lets get you fitted."
It took the lady a solid eight hours to get me fitted, but when she was
done I looked just like every other girl my age. I got the lecture on
stying clean, then we went home. I had no idea how this would change my
entire future as a girl, and later, a woman. The next day I went to
see
the nurse so she could confirm that I am a girl and would be allowed to
use all the female facilities. That afternoon Sally and I were walking
out of the school when we were suddenly surrounded by the bully and
his
thugs.
"Still pretending to be a girl huh? I can fix that for you. I'll turn
you into a chick with one flick of my knife!"
"It's still daylight. I'm surprised that you have the balls to bother
us during the day. I thought that the slime always comes out at night."
Sally was on a roll and got right in his face.
"You ever see this... thing naked Sally?"
"As a matter of fact I have. Now go away."
"I don't think so. Take her!"
Two of his thugs grabbed Sally while he came after me. She was
struggling and yelling even as the bully was ripping my skirt off.
Sally kicked one of her assailants in the groin and as he fell away The
bully whirled around, nicking me on my arm and stabbed Sally in the
side. I smacked him in the mouth with my elbow as he grabbed at my
panties, finally tearing them away. When he saw that I have a kitty he
swayed back a bit, then got very angry and I could see that he was
going to stab me too, but someone yelled and the three of them ran
away. Sally was still bleeding as the medics took her and I to the
hospital. I called mom who called Sallys mom and they arrived at the
hospital about the same time. I was only superficially hurt after he
nicked me with the knife and only needed a small bandage. Sally however
went into surgery. The knife had puncture her kidney and it was very
serious.
The police were there talking to me, and I told them exactly who did
it, and I even told them why.
"He was convinced that I am a boy dressing as a girl, but when he
ripped off my panties and saw otherwise he got very angry and tried to
stab me too."
Then I named his thugs by name and they told me they knew who they
were. Thankfully there was no suggestion that the bully was right about
me. Stan and his sister showed up as did Jenny and a few other kids.
We
were all together when the doctor stepped out. By the look on his face
it was very bad news.
"I'm sorry," He said. "We did all we could, but the blood loss was too
much to overcome. The knife cut her renal artery and there was too much
blood loss. We lost her. I'm sorry for your loss."
I burst into tears instantly as did everyone else. Stan took her mom,
my mom, and I to the car and drove us home, nobody said a word on the
way. One of my dearest and closest friends was dead because I dared to
be myself. I was ready to rip the appliances off and go back to being a
boy, but Stan must have figure it out and just held me tightly.
"Carolyn," Sallys mom said softly, "you can't quit now honey. Sally
fought back to save you and died for it. You can't deny her the dignity
of that by making it less worthwhile. Testify against him. Make the
three of them pay for it, not as a boy, but as the strong beautiful
woman you really are. Not one person has said a word about you being a
girl. Don't you dare give up now."
I hugged her tightly and cried some more, the loss of a friend almost
unbearable. Later, on the news, they reported that the police had
arrested the two thugs, but the bully was still at large, and they
named him, saying he was wanted for first degree murder. There wasn't
anywhere for him to hide. Sallys Dad came and picked up his wife,
leaving Stan, mom and I. Mom told Stan to take the car and go home. I
did not sleep well that night, and the next day I had to go back to
school. Stan showed up in the car and took me to school. Holding my
hand tightly we went inside to a silent school. The usual noise, the
low rumble of laughter and voices was gone. I went to my first class
and sat down. The teacher, a younger lady spoke.
"We have suffered a terrible loss, but we will get through this if we
remember her smile and joyous laugh."
It was like that all day. Jenny and some other girls surrounded me at
lunch, hugging me and trying to make me feel better, but I knew, I knew
in my heart that she died for me. To protect me. To fight the tyranny
that the bully represented as he did his best to belittle me and
others, but mostly me. Sally knew the truth yet she stood up for me.
"Carolyn," Jenny said softly, "you cannot quit now, which I know you
want to do. If you quit this is all for nothing. Fight back. Raise
hell. Put the bastard in prison for life. We love you and what you wear
does not change a thing, but you cannot quit! We won't let you!"
That night it was announced that the bully had found a gun somewhere
and took a few shots at a policeman, hitting the officer in the arm,
which was just another really stupid move on his part. He was shot
seven times by three officers and was dead before he hit the ground.
During the next few days I wandered around trying to make sense of a
senseless act, but when I was at the cemetery for her funeral it came
to me. I wept softly as they lowered my friend into the ground,
determined to fight back. The soft breeze blew across the grounds,
moving the loose leaves but not washing away our grief. The longer I
stood there the madder I got.
Due to the intense press mom decided to put me into a program to help
me become a real girl someday. The fact that I was really a boy was
only mentioned once, and that was quelled by the police department and
prosecutors office. The murder was a crime against an individual who
was born a female, not me, and the press stopped that line of
denigration. The two thugs were facing two counts of first degree
murder, assault on a police officer, assault on Sally and I, plus a
multitude of other charges. I was with Stan and Sally's parents when I
told the Prosecutor that I wanted to testify, and did not hold back
anything. He got it all start to finish. When I was done he sat back
and smiled.
"Yes I knew all that, but it does not make any difference at all. I can
tear these two apart easily and they have no defense. There were four
witnesses to the attack and everyone named them. It is, as they say, a
done deal. Besides, I have a niece that went through the same process
you are going through. Don't worry about it. These two are facing the
death penalty so I am assuming their lawyers will want to deal."
"I want them to rot in hell," I said fiercely, they cannot get out of
prison at all, ever!"
"Not to worry. Rather than a life sentence I intend to ask for 50 year
sentences without prole to run consecutive. That way they will die in
prison. My word on it."
That is exactly what happened. They each got the max we were told
about, and they agreed to it so no trial. But months had passed and the
HRT was starting to work its wonders. I had my own breasts, a full B
cup by the time of the sentencing, and the rest of me had changed as
well. Stan managed to get his hand on my right breast which drove us
both crazy, but that was as far as we went. I was 20 when I had the
surgery to complete my transition, and another six months before the
doctor told me that Stan and I could enjoy ourselves as a couple.
By then Stan had finished his preliminary college work and was a rookie
cop. He and I did not wait to get married, we joined as a couple and
it
was wonderful. He and I got married about a year later, and since I
have no father, I asked Sallys dad to walk me down the aisle. His smile
could not have been bigger. Stanley and I knew that having a baby was
out of the question, until Jennifer told me there was a way. I asked my
doctor about it, and he assured me that it had been done before, so
with eggs donated by Jenny and Stan's stuff, the eggs were fertilized
and implanted into my abdomen. Almost nine months to the day later I
gave birth to a baby girl that Stan and I named Lily, after his
Grandmother.
During the christening Stan and I asked Sally Parents if they would
like to be her Grandparents. It was the right thing to do and they
loved it, although between my mom, them, and Stans parents, that baby
is going to be very spoiled.
That is the short version of how I became a woman, mother, wife, and
friend. I have been lucky and while I still have those days of missing
Sally, she would have been a great Aunt, life goes on and I am pregnant
again. A boy this time. Life is good.
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