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I woke up the next morning brushing my long hair out of my eyes, looking
down at my pink pajamas, making sure this wasn't all a dream.
I'm guessing I'll probably be waking up a lot of mornings wondering
this, making sure this is all real and I'm really becoming a girl.
As I was sitting on the edge of my bed nervously thinking about having
to go see Principal Hopkins and why Dr. Price wanted us in his office,
mom walked in to make sure I was up.
She looked around my room. "You know, since you're becoming a girl now,
I think we might need to give your room a more feminine touch.
You definitely need a vanity, a new dresser and a new bed, maybe a
canopy bed, they're so pretty. A new paint scheme would help too.
Now get up and start getting dressed and I'll be back to do your hair."
"Ok mom, oh and i have a question. I'm going to wear this sweater dress
Emma gave me and I was wondering if I should wear a slip under it and if
I should wear a bra under my slip?" I asked.
She held up the dress. "Well first off this dress is really cute, you'll
look really pretty in it. As far as the slip, you should wear a half
slip, sweater dresses tend to cling to your legs, especially if you're
wearing nylons and yes you should wear a bra. You're a girl now and if
you continue down this path of becoming Ashley, and I think we both know
you will, you'll be needing to wear a bra all the time like the rest of
us females. After a while putting your bra on will just be second nature
to you."
"Ok thanks mom, sorry i'm still learning," I replied.
I got up and started getting ready. I picked a white bra and panty set
mom got me yesterday. I looked at the tag to see my bra size was a 32AA.
My breasts were small, but I was bigger than having to be in a training
bra. It gave me butterflies in my stomach to know I really had a bra
size now, that I actually needed a bra and was growing breasts like the
girls. It made me so happy to be putting a bra on, my bra on, to be able
to look down and see small but real breasts resting in the cups.
I can't imagine too many fourteen year old boys would be happy and
excited to have breasts, to know their bra size, but I was. All the
sneaking around, taking the hormones, wearing baggy clothes to hide the
changes was paying off. I was really becoming a girl.
I sat on the bed and rolled a pair of nude nylons up my legs, making
sure to not get a run in them as I pulled them up over my panties, as
well as making sure I was tucked away.
Not that I had much to tuck away, but the last thing I wanted was to
have my penis pop out and have a bump showing in the front of my dress.
I grabbed a half slip out of the drawer, stepped into it and slid it up
over my nylons. I know mom and Emma said most girls and women don't wear
slips these days, but I think it feels so nice having a pretty slip on.
While standing there admiring myself, I grabbed the sweater dress off
the hanger and slid it down over me. As I stood there I realized I was a
little taller than Emma was when she wore this dress. The hem should
have come to just above the knee but it was at my mid thigh. It was
short but not too short I guess.
I reached in the closet and decided I would wear the two inch white
heels today. While I liked the three inch heels, I was kind of wobbly
yesterday, having some trouble mastering them. The last thing I wanted
was to fall over or trip in my heels.
I stepped into the heels, smoothed out my dress and stood in front of
the mirror pulling the hem of the skirt down.
While I didn't have a lot in the way of girl curves yet, for a fourteen
year old boy, having been on female hormones for the last nine months, I
thought I looked pretty good. I definitely had more curves than any boy
my age.
I turned around in front of the mirror looking at myself. I was getting
a little bit of butt now, my hips were a little more rounded, which made
my waist look smaller. While my boobs were small, I had two defined
mounds poking out on my chest. It made me feel good.
Just then mom walked in. "Well look at you, aren't you just the cutest
thing. I knew that dress would look great on you, it really shows off
what curves you have, although the hem seems a little short. Probably
because you're a little taller than Emma.
You'll have to be on top of your dress today managing your skirt when
you sit and stand. You don't want your dress to ride up or have anyone
seeing up your skirt and looking at your panties.
Now have a seat and I'll start doing your hair. We want you to look all-
girl today, as I feel Mr. Hopkins has some doubts about you being
transgender."
So I sat down as mom began brushing my hair out then rolling it up with
the big rollers.
"You really have thick, full hair, especially with these extensions. It
looks so natural, the girls at the salon did a great job. A lot of girls
would love to have hair like yours. I think we'll do a ponytail, it'll
look really cute and girly."
As she waited for the rollers to set, she had me start on my makeup.
Giving me help and making sure to tell me less is more.
After about fifteen minutes of working on my makeup she was satisfied,.
"You're getting better. It takes a while for most girls to master doing
their makeup. A lot of young girls, myself included, wear too much, but
you did a good job. You'll find the look you want eventually."
I looked at my reflection and said, "Makeup does make a big difference
on a girl's face doesn't it? It makes an even bigger difference on a
fourteen year old boy's face" as I laughed.
She smiled. "It sure does. Ok, now let's get your hair done."
She began unrolling the rollers and started brushing the curls out. She
pulled my hair together at the back of my head, wrapped it around itself
then pulled my hair through and made a ponytail with loose, full curls
that fell to the middle of my back.
Next she brushed my bangs down and to the side, back behind my ears and
left a few stray curls hanging down the side of my face.
I looked in the mirror, my hair looked really cute, my makeup was good,
sitting here in a dress and heels while my mom fussed with my hair. I
had a huge smile on my face.
Mom looked at me and said, "I'll take it by your smile, you like your
hair?"
I smiled again. "Yes I do, it's just that a week ago I was sitting here
getting ready for school as a boy. Wondering how I was going to hide all
these changes from everyone. Not looking forward to school at all,
wishing I could just come out and tell you I wanted to be a girl.
Now here I am in a dress and heels having you help me do my hair and
makeup. It almost doesn't seem real."
She smiled as she messed with my hair. "Well it is very real young lady.
Although your father and I still aren't happy you were taking the
hormones behind our back or that you castrated yourself with those
hormone blockers, we're beginning to understand more why you did what
you did and your need to be female.
We'll see what Dr. Price has to say today. It's odd that he wanted us to
come in and couldn't tell me on the phone. I'm sure everything's okay
though.
Now grab your purse and head downstairs. I'm going to get ready and run
Mike to school, then I'll come back and we'll head up to the school to
meet with Principal Hopkins."
As Mom left to finish getting ready, I stood in front of the mirror
turning side to side, my full, curly ponytail swinging back and forth,
admiring how I looked. My earrings and purse matched my outfit and the
dress was super cute. I loved how it hugged my body, although I wish I
had some more curves.
If nine months of female hormones and male hormone blockers can make me
look this much like a girl, hopefully in another nine months I'll have a
body like Emma's, a boy becoming a girl can dream can't she.
I headed downstairs where Mike was eating breakfast. When I walked in
the kitchen he stopped, looked at me and said, "Damn since you came out
all you've been wearing is dresses and skirts. Girls wear pants too ya
know?"
Then it dawned on him. "Wait is that Emma's dress? The one she wore to
the eighth grade dance with me last year?"
I looked down at my dress. "Yeah she gave it to me. I think it looks
really pretty."
I think he was uncomfortable thinking how he had gone to dance, how he
had kissed her, danced with her and had his arms around her in this
dress and now his brother, who was becoming his sister was wearing it
and if I might say, actually looking pretty good in it.
As if to shake those thoughts out of his head he said, "With your hair
and makeup and all the girl stuff you have to do to look like that, it
seems being a boy was probably a lot easier."
I just smiled and said, "No Mike, having to live my whole life as a boy
wishing I was a girl was what was hard. If I have to get up earlier and
take more time to look like this it's all worth it to me.
I guess it's just hard for you to understand. Do you really think I'd be
doing all this if I didn't really feel like a girl?"
He just sat there eating. "No i guess not. Well I guess you look nice,
although Emma looked better in the dress."
Mom walked out of her room wearing a knee length pink skirt, white
blouse and white heels. Her perfect curves on full display. Her makeup,
hair and jewelry were perfect. I don't know how she does it, but she
always looks so pretty and feminine, no matter the occasion.
I hope I can become as pretty as she is someday. Like mother, like
daughter they say right.
So as Mom ran Mike up to school, I stood there looking at myself in the
full mirror. I decided to work on my walking and mannerisms some more.
I walked back and forth, trying to make sure to take short steps,
keeping my head and shoulders straight, one foot in front of the other.
Swinging my arms but not too much.
Watching myself in the mirror walking back and forth, seeing my
ponytail, full of curls bouncing as I walked, my cute purse in my hand,
I looked like such a girl and I loved it.
I practiced sitting and standing. Making sure to smooth my dress out,
knees together, ankles crossed. Setting my purse to my side and keeping
my hands in my lap.
I was slowly getting more confident. I guess it would take time, but I
was going to work hard at it to where my mannerisms would just be
natural and anyone who saw me wouldn't think twice that I was a girl and
not a boy.
As I was sitting there Mom walked in from taking Mike. "Well young lady
don't you just look like the picture of femininity?."
I smiled. "Thanks, just trying to be pretty like my mom. I really love
your outfit today, that blouse is really pretty and I love your skirt."
She smiled and said, "I'm just trying to set a good example for my
daughter, that's what mothers do. Now are you ready to head up to
school?"
I replied, "Not really, but as long as you're with me I'll be okay."
So we got in the car and headed up to school. When we pulled into the
parking lot I froze up. I was sitting there holding my purse in my lap
nervously thinking about how I was about to walk into school dressed
like a girl.
What if someone saw me and figured out who I was. What if they started
making fun of me and laughing at me.
I think mom could sense my nervousness. She reached over, grabbed my
hand and said, "It's going to be okay honey. We won't be in there very
long and with as pretty as you've become, I don't think anyone will be
able to figure out who you are.
If anything they'll be wondering who the pretty new girl is. Now come on
let's head in, it's going to be okay."
She made me feel a little better. "Ok mom, i guess you're right."
So we got out and headed in. Walking down the hall, hearing my heels
clicking on the floor, looking down and seeing my purse in my hand, the
hem of my dress and feeling my slip swaying back and forth over my
nylons, feeling my ponytail bouncing with each step. It felt so surreal,
I was really in school as Ashley, it's like it was a dream but it was
real. My stomach was turning with nervous butterflies with each high
heeled step.
When we walked into the office Jenny was standing there behind the
counter. I forgot she was one of the office girls that got to work in
the office during their study hall for extra credit. They always picked
girls, which is why I always wanted to be one.
When she saw my mom she said, "Hi Mrs. Smith, what brings you up to...Oh
my God Andy? Is that really you?"
I smiled at Jenny. "It's Ashley now and yes it's me. I've gone through a
few changes since Friday."
She came around the counter and gave me a hug. "Yeah i'll say. You look
so pretty and I love your dress. I'm sorry about Ben, he told me how he
came over and saw you. Don't worry I'm working on him, he'll come
around. So why are you guys here?"
I smiled. "Thanks, we have to meet with Mr. Hopkins about me doing
online classes the rest of the year so I can start my transition
fulltime and not have to deal with everyone at school.
For some reason he wanted us to come to school so we could talk to him
about it."
"Oh, I've been texting you all weekend," she said.
I replied, "Well i kind of got my phone taken away, it's a long story.
I'll call you on the house phone and tell you all about it."
"Oh ok, well follow me, I don't think he's busy."
We walked back to his office and she opened the door and said, "Mr.
Hopkins, Mrs. Smith and Ashley are here to see you."
Mr. Hopkins was in his mid forties, a little bit overweight and bald. I
always thought he had a creepy vibe to him. He was always nice to the
girls, almost too nice, especially the prettier girls. Yet he could be
mean and stern with the boys.
He looked up. "Mrs. Smith, nice of you to come in. You're looking lovely
as always," Then he looked at me and stood up. "My god is that really
you Andy? Turn around so I can get a good look at you."
I looked at my mom, I thought it was awkward of him to ask me to spin
around for him. I spun around anyways, on display for some creepy old
guy to look at. It definitely made me feel uncomfortable.
He looked me up and down, smiling that creepy smile of his. "I guess you
weren't kidding when you told me Andy has decided to begin living as a
girl. Who would have thought a boy could look so much like a girl and a
pretty one at that.
Now if you two ladies could have a seat, we'll get this figured out."
We sat down, I made sure to smooth out my dress under my legs. I didn't
want this creep to see anything, especially my slip or my panties, so I
crossed my legs and put my purse to my side. Even though crossing my
legs was a little uncomfortable, i wanted him to see that this wasn't
some phase or something, i wasn't a crossdresser or trying to get out of
the last three weeks of school, that i really am transgender and i am
becoming a girl.
Now as many times as I'd seen him say something inappropriate to a girl
or a pretty teacher, it was totally different to have it actually happen
to me. To have a man see me as a girl, let alone a pretty one and act
like, well..act like a man, made me feel both uncomfortable, but oddly
it gave me a thrill to be seen as and treated like the other girls.
He started. "Now i have to say i feel like i have a good gauge on what's
going on in my school and with my students. Andy is one of the top
students in his class and although i have noticed you dressing
differently, with the baggy clothes and you growing your hair longer,
you've always been kind of...how do i say this....a sissy, i figured you
were gay. I guess you being transgender makes sense now.
In ten years of being a school administrator i've not had a transgender
student yet, so you'll be my first."
Mom interrupted him. "Mr. Hopkins, Andy prefers to be called Ashley now
and it's she or her when you refer to her. Also I feel it was completely
inappropriate of you to ask her to spin around for you. She's fourteen
for Christ sake. If you act this way with every girl that comes in here
I think the school board may want to know about this.
Yes my son has come out to us that he's transgender and has always felt
like he should have been a girl. This is a family matter. We're not here
to give you all the details of how our family is going forward with her
transition.
She is seeing a doctor, she is also taking hormones to change her gender
and is beginning to live fulltime as a girl.
As you're aware Ashley is the top student in her class and could miss
the last three weeks of school and still maintain a 4.0 grade point
average.
Andy is Ashley now, she's my daughter and I expect her to be treated as
you would any other girl. She will not attend class for the next three
weeks and you will have her teachers allow her to finish her courses
online.
If you have any problems with that, my husband is a lawyer. I'm sure
you've heard of him. Ron Smith, I can have his office call you if we
need to straighten things out."
His expression changed as Mom told him how it was going to be and he
said, "Mrs. Smith, I want to apologize. I should not have had her do
that. I'm sorry.
It's just that I just saw Andy on friday walking down the hall, looking
very much like a normal boy. Now you walk in here and he is a she and
looking like one the prettiest girls in school. I guess I was just
surprised. Please forgive me.
I will email each of her teachers and explain the situation and allow
her to take the rest of her courses online. For her finals though she'll
need to come into school to take those. They can't be done online. I can
set it up so she can use one of the offices here to take them in private
as opposed to in class with the other students.
Now I have a few questions for Ashley here to make sure she is actually
transgender as you say, since you have not provided any documention from
a doctor of Andy's transition to become a girl."
He turned and looked at me. "Ashley or Andy, whichever you prefer, are
you being forced in any way to become a girl? Are your parents forcing
this on you? Are the curves that I see the result of taking hormones or
just some sort of padding? At some point in the future do you plan on
having the surgery down there to make you a girl all the way?"
Mom cut him off. "What kind of questions are these? This is completely
inappropriate. Of course we're not forcing her to become a girl. Andy
came out to us and we've accepted that he feels like a girl and are
supporting him in his transition to become Ashley, our daughter, no one
is forcing anything on her."
Principal Hopkins looked at my mom and said, "I'm sure that's true, but
I've read where mothers, sometimes wanting a daughter, as you have two
sons, will force one of their sons to become a girl so they can have a
daughter."
Mom was really starting to get mad. "Mr. Hopkins, I'm not even going to
reply to that, you are over the line. Thank you for your time, we'll be
looking for the email to set up her online classes and we'll call the
office to schedule her to come in and take her finals. Ashley let's go."
We both got up and grabbed our purses when he said, "Also, I'm not sure
if you've heard. I've been promoted to vice principal of the high school
next year. When Ashley enrolls next year as a freshman, as a girl, I'll
be on her side and help her in any way I can.
In fact I think she'd make a wonderful office girl if she continues on
her path to becoming a girl."
Mom just turned to him.. "Mr. Hopkins, you have been totally out of line
in this meeting. All you need to know is that Andy Smith, my son was
your top student, Ashley Smith is still your top student, she is
transgender and will begin attending school next year as a girl.
Anything outside of that is none of your business.
I will expect your support for her going forward." As she turned on her
heels and walked out, with me following.
As we walked out Jenny tried to say something to me, but I just turned
to her and said, "I'll call you."
As we walked down the hall I could sense Mom was pissed. That's when
Matt Davis of all people walked out of the bathroom and saw us. I'm sure
he didn't know my mom, and when he looked at me I realized he didn't
know who I was.
The three of us were the only one's in the hallway. Yet he went out of
his way to bump into me and even put his hand on my ass. "Oh sorry. Are
you new here? I think I'd know if a pretty girl like you went to school
here."
The guy that had made my life a living hell since first grade was now
hitting on me, luckily my mom saved me.
She turned around. "Ashley we need to go." I blushed a little bit, even
though it was the boy that i have hated since first grade, being hit on
by him made me feel nice inside.
I smiled at him. "Sorry I have to go," as I turned and followed my mom.
I turned back to see him standing there looking at me as I walked away
making sure to sway my butt and hips a little extra for him.
I hated Matt, but why did it feel so nice to have him checking me out?
I'm sure if he knew I was Andy he'd be acting differently.
When we got in the car mom was quiet, so I spoke first. "Mr. Hopkins is
kind of a weirdo isn't he?
She pushed the button, started the car up, sat up and turned to me.
"Ashley, today was your first lesson in how men try to put us as women
down and in our place.
You're a girl now and my daughter. As a boy and the fact you're only
fourteen, you've never had to deal with the way men or boys treat us,
but now you do.
Men try to objective us, all they see is sex. If you're pretty they're
nice and treat you differently than if you're ugly. I'm sorry honey but
it's true.
But men are easily controlled, because they all think with their little
head instead of their big one.
Unless you run into a gay guy, they'll call us out on our bullshit.
What I'm saying is, don't ever let a man, especially some fat piece of
shit like Mr. Hopkins, make you think or feel any less about yourself.
You're transgender, but you're a woman now and be proud of it and own
it. He doesn't get to decide how you feel.
You're a girl now, be proud of who you are and who you're becoming and
don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Yes Mr. Hopkins is weird and has an inappropriate interest in teenage
girls, but we came here and got what we wanted.
I told you there would be some road bumps in your transition, but we'll
get through this. Just remember, you are who you are and it's not up to
anyone else to decide if it's ok for you to be your true self."
Now I was almost in tears, my mom was so supportive. I looked at her.
"Mom, that the boy that bumped into me in the hallway was Matt Davis,
the boy that has bullied me pretty much since first grade and he
actually hit on me and had no idea who i was.
I'm learning pretty quickly how boys and men treat us, well when they
think i'm a girl. I don't think it's fair, but like you said, they do
think with their little head instead of their big one and are easily
controlled.
Mom, I love you and I couldn't ask for a better woman to help me become
the girl I want to be."
We hugged right there in the front seat. As we headed off to the
Dr.Price's office i said, "You know mom, when i was a boy i never hugged
anybody, because boys don't really hug. I think I've hugged more people
in the last four days since coming out than I ever have in my life."
She turned to me. "And how does that make you feel?"
I smiled. "It feels nice, I like giving and receiving hugs, it makes me
feel free to express my femininity, to be the girl i want to be."
Mom just smiled at me as we headed off to the doctor's office.
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