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Girl Janet L. Stickney [email protected] My hair was in curlers of all sizes as I stood there in the mini skirt and snug top that revealed my breasts perfectly while perched in black heels, My boobs were not that big but big enough, as were my hips and buns. She was busy doing my makeup while I fidgeted in the chair. When she was done she removed the curlers and brushed out my hair, leaving me standing there looking like every other girl in my class. "Oh you look just darling! Let's go downstairs and then we can figure out a name for you!" "That'll be great mom." Ignoring my sarcasm she took me by the hand and we left the safety of my room for the living room where everyone was waiting. My best friend was sitting there dressed about the way I was, his parents and mine were also there, everyone staring at me. I look like a girl. Mark, as big as he is, looks like a guy in a dress. He has zero chance of anyone thinking he is a girl. "Well," dad said, "it certainly looks as if you can present yourself as a girl, and with some training, probably good enough to get by I would think." "As everyone can see, Mark has no chance of having anybody think he is a girl so I think we will forgo making him try it. We will find another inventive way to get his undivided attention." "Gregory, do you have a girls name that you prefer or would you rather we pick one for you." I knew that I had better pick a name for myself or they would stick a really bad one on me, like Mabel! "I... I guess... Amanda?" "Okay," mom said, we'll start calling you Amanda, and starting tomorrow you will begin attending Janets charm school, and there will not be any discussion about it. You will take all the classes, and do everything they tell you to do or this will become much much worse, Understand?" "Yes." Mark and his parents left, leaving me to face my parents who were madder than a poked snake, and they did not hide their anger at all. "Planting those cameras in the girls was beyond stupid! And it's only because of your age that the judge let us help him fashion a punishment that fits the crime. We have decided that you'll be wearing skirts and dresses for the next three years, full time, all the time, even at school, and we and the judge will arrange that. Any resistance on your part will be met with a harsh and swift change into little girl clothing including diapers which you will wear even at school. However, to be fair, if you have a question, a request, or reasonable inquiry we will listen. Are there any questions?" "No sir. Well... just one" "Yes?" "How can I use the girls restrooms like this? I mean, the kids are not stupid, and if I try that I'll get beaten to a pulp at the best! And there are guys that will beat me like a drum just because I'm a boy in a skirt! Dad! This is dangerous!" "Those are all very valid worries, but we have already thought of those, and have made arrangements for the doctor to fix it so that you will fit in with all the other girls. He tells us it's just a bit of fold up and glue, and you will look just like any other girl. In fact, you have an appointment in just about an hour. Your mother will take you." "What's he going to do!? He's not going to cut it off is he?" "No he won't cut it off, but like I said, he will fix it so you will look like a girl there, and with some specialty breast forms you'll fit right in. Now go with your mother. Think about it this way. You and Mark planted those cameras because you two wanted to see what girls look like, right? Now all you have to do is look in the mirror and you'll know! Right?" Dad was laughing as mom and I left the house. The doctor was all business and explained what he was going to do, then he gave me a shot of a numbing agent, and as I lay back I just knew that my life was about to change in ways that I could not imagine. When he was done he slapped me hard there to make sure that I could not feel anything, then he told me to get dressed. "Let's get you fitted with your breasts, then we can stop for lunch, okay?" "I guess." "Don't be like that Amanda, you know that you need to do this!" The lady didn't even question my male chest, she simply selected the perfect breasts that looked real and matched my skin tone exactly, then glued them to my chest. An A cup she told me. Mom bought a bra for me to wear and we left for lunch. Once we were seated in a booth... "You think we're being extremely mean don't you?" "Yeah! Me? A girl? Mom! I'll get killed the minute I set foot in the school. All the kids know that we got caught, they all know we are being punished, maybe not how, but they'll be checking out every new kid that comes in the school just in case!" "But that's why we had the doctor help you! Now you can prove that you are not a boy that peeks, but a girl just like them! Even your boobs are perfect and you know it! You have three weeks of school left before break this semester ends, which we have arranged for you to finish with remote learning. You'll still have to dress like a girl at home, just don't wear lipstick or earrings, and make sure the camera only shows your face and you'll be fine, then you'll have all summer to get used to being a girl, and of course after some time at the charm school you'll fit right in, and by then they will have forgotten about you and Mark." "Why a charm school? I mean, I'm not going to be a debutante or anything..." "How you walk, use your arms and hands, sit in a chair and wear a dress, do makeup and hair are all things that you need to learn honey. You need to be as much a girl as any other girl your age or you'll always have trouble! Now, you won't have periods, but you look like you could, so we are going to insist that you wear a pad five days a month." "Mom! No!" "Would you rather wear a diaper and little girl dresses or would you like to do what we ask." "Mom! I don't want to be a girl! It was a prank that's all!" "Until a teacher discovered the pictures you were transmitting live to your phones, right? Pictures of the girls changing clothes? Naked? With their faces showing? That was just about the stupidest thing you could have done, and it only took them about an hour to figure out who did it! This way you'll get to see a naked girl all you want, right?" There was no way to deny we did it, and now I'm sitting there with my own boobs and a kitty that mom says will work about the same as the other girls. "I know that he explained it, but I'm not sure that you completely understood what the doctor did this morning. He pulled your testicles as far up into your body as he could manage, and sewed them in place so they would not fall back, then he gave each of them a shot of estrogen to shrink them a bit, but primarily to make it more comfortable for you he said. But he did mention that the estrogen he gave you might help your transition but he wasn't sure. Then he moved your urethra into the same place girls have it and folded your excess skin in a way that it looks like a girls vagina. That means that you'll have to sit for all body functions, and you have to wipe each time." "What if I don't?" "You'll know about it in three days. That is a must do." "Great." The doctor also told us that given how long this will last, he thinks it's possible that since your testicles will not be producing enough testosterone, the naturally generated estrogen in your system, the female hormones that everyone has, will probably be enough to force some changes naturally." "Like what!?" "Well, he told me he thinks there is a strong possibility that your body will develop like most girls do. Wider hips and bigger buns, no hair on your body, no voice change and maybe boobs but we are not sure about that." "I'll have my own boobs!? Mom!" "How long did the judge tell you he could put you in jail for?" "Six years." "So, three years as a girl isn't so bad is it? And having your own boobs will be much better honey. You'll be able to tell when someone touches them." "Nobody is going to touch my boobs!" "So you won't attend any of the dances, sporting events or parties that all the kids go to?" She was serious! "There is no way, none, zero chance, that you will be a girl for three years in a high school and not get asked out to an event and you know it, which means there is the possibility of a boy touching you!" "But I don't like boys!" "They have their uses and all girls know that. You'll figure that out soon enough." I was in that charm school the next day, and it was almost as bad as I thought it would be. At their insistence I was wearing a pair of those tight yoga shorts with no panties which gave me what they called a camel toe and showed everything. The lady running the place said it was to remind me of my status. They had me walking until they thought I had mastered it. Day after day I had to master something. Makeup, hair, walking, using my hands and arms, how to dress for different occasions and what to wear and when. And wearing that pad was tedious on top of everything else. I finished high school term and my time at the charm school grew. I also got used to using the bath the way girls do, wearing makeup and doing my hair every day. The one concession my parents gave me was that I could wear anything any other girl would wear, except pants. They had to be the skinny girl pants or form fit jeans or dress pants with a side or rear zipper. As the summer began mom had me shopping with her to pick out clothes, which was way different than I expected, especially when I found out that the size tag on those clothes had no relationship with reality. That's why girls always try on their clothes. I bought shorts and tops, jewelry, earrings, skirts and dresses plus more panties and two more bras. I actually enjoyed shopping with mom, which was a totally new experience for me. Life at our house did not change that much, only me in a skirt. At church there are several girls my age, and when they first saw me they hurried to meet me and maybe get together. I really had no choice and joined them. All of us are 14 and just starting to become young ladies. Sometimes they acted like little girls and sometimes like adults, but they all had some boy in mind for themselves. I told them that since I was new I did not know any boys. "My parents are throwing me a birthday party next Saturday, why don't you come? Say you'll come!" "Sure, why not." I told my parents about the party, and mom went into overdrive, telling me that I needed a party dress with matching shoes and purse of course. My dad did not look thrilled. "So... you're going to a party where there will be boys your age!?" "And girls dad." "But boys will be there." "I suppose, why?" "We'll get you a nice dress and you can go honey. Your father is just being over protective aren't you?" "Our son," he said loudly, "is supposed be having a punishment! Not turn into a party girl!" "For heavens sake! It's a birthday party, and Amanda is going! You cannot expect her to stay at home with us every day for the next three years! She is a very pretty young lady who now has friends and she can enjoy life like we do!" "NO boys!" "But daddy," I said in my little girl voice, "I need a love slave!" Mom broke out laughing and dad left the room, knowing that he had lost that argument. But seven months after this all started I had gotten used to the short skirts, wearing a bra and wearing makeup every day, my voice has not changed any and I was getting pretty good at doing my hair. I also had started to develop, just like the doctor told me I might. By then I was almost a full A cup on my own and I have no body hair and my hips, thighs and buns are getting bigger. Mom knew about my development because I showed her, so she gave me some slack on a few things, but no matter what, I was always dressed like a girl, even in my nightgowns. For the party I got a nice sun dress, blue with white trim and a pair of low white heels. My dad was not happy when he saw me. "This was supposed to be a punishment! Not an excuse for you to get a party dress!" "So," I said sourly, "you want me to attend school as a girl, act like a girl, dress like a girl, actually try and be a girl, but not make any friends, join any clubs, or go to any parties? You're delusional daddy!" "I'll remind you that you are a minor and what I say goes!" "Mother! Tell him!" "Amanda has started to develop as a young lady, and with the growth she already has there is no chance that she can be a boy ever again." "What! I'll sue!" "No dear, you won't. If you remember you are the one that insisted, for her own safety you said, that she look exactly like a girl, and you are the one that signed the consent form which detailed what the doctor was going to do. He even warned you that because of her age, her natural hormones would start to take over and she might start developing like a girl! So now that she is developing, there is no going back! We have a daughter named Amanda, and she can and will attend any party she is invited to. So quit pouting and accept it." "But what about my son?!" "Your son is now your daughter Amanda." "My daughter! What about our son?!" "Is gone now honey. Like I just told you, Amanda has started to develop as a girl and there is no going back. She is here to stay." "This was supposed to be a punishment! Now she is wearing fancy dresses and having boys around, and your saying its all my fault!" "You were very insistent about making her safe, so yes. This is all your doing. The results however are all natural, and Amanda has become a girl in every way! Now, she will attend this party, any dances she gets asked to go to by a boy, and any other party, understand?" "This was supposed to be a punishment!" "That's true, but even you have to believe your own eyes! Amanda started to develop a while back, and now she doesn't even use any padding! This is all her, and you are the one that wanted her to look like a girl for her own safety, which was of course, the right thing to do, but this is the result! Amanda did not do anything wrong and I'm not going to let you berate her for these changes, which she had no control over! She has become a young lady and can join clubs and go to the dances and parties if she is asked, and that is the end of it!" "I want my son back!" "That''s not possible now. The changes are done." "I'm going to talk to the doctor! If he says she can be a boy again, she will!" "He can't touch me now daddy. I'm old enough to make my own decisions, but he can tell you that." About an hour later dad returned, madder than ever. He was storming around, talking about quack doctors and so on. Mom finally found out why. "He said that Amanda was right! She cannot be a boy again if she is already developing as a girl! He said that no reputable doctor would even try it, and that's only if she agrees! And I know that she won't, so we now have a daughter! Our son is gone! Gone!" "How could you not have figured that out a long time ago! She has been developing almost this whole time, and now she is almost as big as I am for goodness sake! Now stop all this bellowing about your son who is not coming back!" I stayed out of it because mom could do a better job of making him understand things. But she was almost right. I am a natural A cup but tending larger, almost a B cup, and my hips, thighs, and buns are all proportionate to my size. I wear a size 8 dress. In desperation mom finally told me to put on my bikini, the one that we had just bought, and show my father. I changed into the red and white suit which did not hide anything and displayed my body to perfection. I wore my white heels when I walked out of my bedroom. He heard me and looked up as I simply stood there posing like a model. His mouth dropped open and he did not say anything, then... "What has happened to you! You look... you have..." "After all this time Amanda has developed into a wonderful young lady and now you can see for yourself that there is no going back! I asked her to model this suit for you so you could see just how lovely she is! Now then we have a daughter, her name is Amanda, and she is here to stay. Amanda, go change." "I left the room as fast as I could, but changed into my tightest shorts and a tee that was snug. If mom wanted to push his buttons, I was going to help. I do not look like a boy in any way, and those shorts proved it. I touched up my lipstick and walked out of my room. Dad was standing there with a sour look on his face. "You did that on purpose! You're provoking me!" "No dear," mom said, "we did that to prove to you that Amanda is here to stay. She does not have a boyfriend yet, but that will change, soon I think, so you might as well get used to the idea that you now have a daughter, and maybe, some time in the future, you can walk her down the aisle. Amanda, go put something else on." After that my dad did not fuss about me becoming a girl, until Stan showed up a the door to take me out. I was wearing a nice dress with flats, my hair down and modest makeup and tasteful jewelry. Dad greeted him and let him in the house, then started the twenty question thing. Where were we going, who would be there, when would we be back, that sort of thing. I looked at mom with pleading eyes and she ended it, but my dad was very anxious when Stan took my hand and we left. We saw the movie then had a slice and a soda before he took me home, kissing me just once, but it sent tingles all through me. I ran in the house before I got stupid. The next morning dad started in on me again and I finally blew up. "I'm 16 years old now! I can make my own decisions and no, I will not tell you one damned thing about my date! I am a girl and always will be, a living girl not a china doll and I am tired of you always nagging me about my friends! Maybe I'll just leave!" "I think," mom said softly, "that would be a good idea. You can stay with your Aunt Janet. She is single and could use the company while your father comes to realize what a wonderful girl you are." I called Janet and she eagerly invited me to stay with her for a while, then mom talked to her. My dad just sat there pouting I think. But I packed all my stuff, including my dolls, and loaded them into my car. I hugged mom while dad merely watched as I drove away. I was glad to get away from his constant intrusions for a while. Aunt Janet is about 35, single after her husband was killed in Afghanistan. She is about my height and weight, but a blonde. "Your father called. He says that you are not really a girl." "My father knows better! He has not seen it, but I have my own kitty and he knows that too!" "He sounded very adamant." "Let me remove any doubt." I pulled up my skirt and yanked down my panties, proving once and for all that I am a girl. Janet merely shrugged her shoulders and grinned. The she set out some rules, which were pretty much the same as moms rules. She and I quickly settled into a routine and life became much easier without all the drama from my father. At school we had four girls graduate so there were openings for new cheerleaders, so I tried out and made it! I got the sweater and skirt plus the shorts and tops, which all fit me snuggly. Janet and I were at a game when I saw my mom and dad in the stands. We did our routines and while our team lost, we had a good time. Janet was with me when mom and dad caught up with us. "I think you've had your fun. Now it's time to come home and forget this girlie stuff." "Are you serious?! I'm not a boy now, and there is no way that I'll even try!" "Dammit! I want my son back!" "Sorry daddy. I'm a girl now." "I don't like you parading around in those shorts like that!" "All the girls wear this dad! It's our uniform! Mom!" "Amanda is a cheerleader for goodness sake and cheerleaders wear these kinds of uniforms, so stop ragging on Amanda about it!" "It's all Janets fault! She did this!" "No she did not! Now stop this! You know perfectly well that this is not Amandas fault, or Janets fault or even my fault! You are the one that insisted on the changes to make her safe and this is the result! Now stop yelling at Amanda over something she cannot change!" "She could dress like a boy!" "Yeah, I could daddy, but I'll look like a girl in boys clothing." "I hate this!" "We know that but the facts are the facts honey. You have to accept that we have a daughter now." Mom managed to drag dad away and I rejoined my friends. Janet picked me up and on the way home I told her about dads tirade and his blaming her. "He knows the truth honey, he just cannot accept that because of his decisions you have become a girl in virtually every way. I am sure that your mother has told him about your development, and you said that you modeled your bikini for him, so he knows that you are not equipped like a boy any more, but he does not want to accept it. As his son you held the promise of the family name going forward, but as a girl your children will have another name, even if you adopt them." He is furious at himself but taking it out on you." "Well I'm furious too! He is the one that did this to me and now that I like he is angry at me?" "I'll talk to your mother, but you need to change. Stanley will be here in a bit to pick you up." Stanley and I went out and sadly, I poured out my frustrations on him. But he took it all and held me tight when I started crying. I want my father to love me the way I am, not the way he wants me to be or even can be. "He can do what he wants honey, I love you the way you are and I could care less about what was, only what is." He and I talked a lot that night and by the time I got home I had calmed down a little. Janet knew that I was distressed about my father and his ongoing tirade about me being a boy again, but while he saw me in that bikini he might not believe that I have my own hips, buns and boobs. I told Janet that I just wanted to show him, then maybe he would lay off. "Your mother has threatened to divorce him if he does not stop this foolishness and that shocked him. He always wanted a son and had one, but now he has a daughter, and as everyone has pointed out, it was all his doing. Granted, your situation has gone further than any of us expected, but it's easy to see why, and having Stanley as a close friend only confirmed what he already knows. That is why he is so adamant about trying to make you dress like a boy." "That cannot happen now Janet. No chance." Life settled down for a while and I turned 17 with a big party at a local restaurant. I had many of my friends there as well as both my mom and dad. I was waiting for him to erupt again, especially when Stan kissed me in front of everyone, but he stayed silent although I saw that mom had a grip on his arm. I had a wonderful day and the gifts were great. Stanley gave me a ring, all gold with a smallish topaz stone embedded in it. That meant a great deal to me and I knew that Stanley wanted more than a kiss from me. And I wanted to do more as well. Only mom and Janet were watching me so that did not happen, then or later. Life with Janet became the norm for me as we settled into a routine, and after a long talk with my mom I started to take the hormones my doctor gave me so I can become a girl in every way. My bust line grew to a large B cup, my hips, thighs, and buns all rounded out to a more womanly shape and it was obvious that returning to my male status was not possible. Yet every time my father looked at me he rarely smiled. He no longer went after me but he was clearly angry that I had become a girl, and my relationship with Stanley became much more intense. While he knows that I started as a boy, after almost five years as a girl that fact has become moot. I am a young woman now. After graduation I was scheduled for my surgery, and Stan was accepted into the naval academy. I would not see him again for ten months. I went in the hospital as hopeful, and left as the complete woman I wanted to be. Sadly, my father never visited me and I missed him. They did not tell me why until I was at home resting and healing up. "Your father had a heart attack on the day of your surgery honey. We did not tell you because you needed to focus on your own surgery. He'll be fine, he is at home resting." "Maybe I can come see him?" "As soon as you are all healed up." It took a few weeks before I felt comfortable walking and so on, so I went to see my father who was still at home. When I saw him I was shocked, He looked haggard and drawn, tired and sad. "Hi daddy," I said as I hugged him. "Your mother tells me that you are a complete woman now. Is that true?" "Yes. I had the surgery a few weeks ago." "You smell nice," he said then drifted away. He was asleep! I sat with mom talking until it got late and I went home, which was still Janets house. Over the next few months I became more and more woman and wanted to prove it, but my love was away at school, so I would have to wait. I was attending college while all this was going on, and it was very hectic. My father finally began to walk around and I once again went to see him. I desperately wanted all of his dismay at my becoming a girl to be resolved. He and I both needed it if we were going to have any kind of relationship, but I was ready to abandon that hope if it goes badly. "Hi Dad." "Hi." He and I talked about his health and pending retirement, not one word about my total transition and becoming a woman. He knew as well as anyone in the family that I was complete but chose to ignore it. That was okay, it was better than a total rejection. When I left I felt only a bit better about him. When I went home I had a surprise waiting for me. Stanley was there! A bit leaner but all man, and all mine. He and I celebrated being together again, and at my urging I had him go to a local motel where he and I settled our long simmering need to complete our togetherness. All I said to him was "take me", and he did, several times. He and I sated our desires and he is the one that completed my journey to complete womanhood. How he smelled, the texture of his skin, the way he felt and touched me all drove me crazy and while I wanted more, he was done. I was not only a woman, I was his woman, and we both knew it. The very next day he offered an engagement ring and I eagerly accepted it. Both mom and Janet were thrilled, but my dad just sat silently in contrast to everyone else's excitement. His position was unchanged after all this time. Almost seven years after it all began and he still resents me. So be it. Two years later Stanley and I were married with his father walking me down the aisle. My father did not attend my wedding. My mother was devastated by his refusal to attend but held up rather well. Stan graduated about the same time I did and we moved to his first duty station. I have not seen or heard from my father since the wedding, his bitterness beating him down each day. One day it will eat him up. © 2021 The above work is copyrighted material. Anyone wishing to copy, archive, or re-post this story must contact the author for permission.