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Crossover
Janet L. Stickney
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There was never any doubt that I was going to be a girl someday. I
mean, from early on I would wear pale lipstick and eyeliner with my
hair usually braided. Then came the Crossover week and I was able to
dress like a girl from the skin out, complete with hips and boobs. My
father was a drunk that never cared what I did, and my mom was long
gone so how I dressed was never an issue. I work at a small shop that
makes and repairs video equipment for big studios and television
stations. I do not share what I make with my dad. He would just drink
it up. My boss is Janet, and older lady that is single and lives away
from the city. She has helped me many times when I was having trouble
with my dad.
"Can I dress like a girl all next week? They're having Crossover at
school."
"Might as well honey, I mean, you're almost there now! Do you have
enough outfits for an entire week plus the big dance?"
"No. I thought I would hit the thrift stores and get a few things."
"I have some of my daughters clothes at the house, so why don't you
stop by and try them on then take what you need."
She and I picked out several outfits and I tried them all on, and every
one fit perfectly. Four skirts, three dresses, belts, shoes, blouses,
purses, scarves and some jewelry.
"Will your father be okay letting you do this?"
"Maybe, he's usually drunk on his ass, but if he was sober enough he
might try to stop me."
"Why don't you stay here, with me? You can take my other car to school.
It was my daughters until she ran off."
It was the best thing I had heard in a long time, and that night I told
my dad I would be moving in with Janet for a while. I did not tell him
why. He didn't even say a word as I left the house. So much for that.
I
packed my few things into the car and went back to Janets house,
unloading things into her daughters old room. Janet let me get settled
in, then, over dinner, she and I talked.
"I know that persona that you have created is to make your father look
at you, take you serious, but maybe it's time to change that, and you
have an excellent opportunity with this Crossover thing. I think that
you are ashamed of your father and his drinking, and that's okay, but I
think now is the time to change that look you have cultivated."
"To what?"
"A sophisticated, smart young lady. I mean, I have all the clothes, and
I think that under all that garish makeup you use is a beautiful girl,
one that we can all be proud of."
"I'm willing to try it Janet, I just don't know exactly what to do!"
"Fortunately I believe I do. You do what I tell you, and you will be
the prettiest girl in the school!"
What followed was one whole day of hair removal! Janet helped and there
wasn't one hair left on my body that a girl would not have. I used
that
awful pink gel that took off most of my body hair, then it was a razor
while in the tub followed by judicious use of the razor by Janet. I
felt the chill in the air from the lack of hair and my jeans felt
rough. Janet just laughed and gave me a pair of her daughters slacks to
wear. They were soft and silky smooth and felt wonderful. The zipper
up
the back was strange but okay. The blouse was just plain white and
short sleeved and also felt very nice.
The next day Janet introduced me to the joys of womenswear. Sizes that
mean nothing to any sane person, zippers in strange places, like the
rear of a pair of pants, and a wide variety of options. Janet started
with the basics.
"These are panties. Put them on and try to do something with that thing
of yours." Once I had them on... "Lets try a bra and see if they fit.
We may have to buy one."
Thankfully it fit, and Janet padded the cups with some pink gel forms
that looked real to me. She said that her daughter used them before the
boob fairy arrived. After that came a padded pantybrief she said
Carol,
her daughter also used before she filled out, then pantyhose which felt
simply wonderful, followed by a pleated skirt and the same white
blouse. Then came the makeup lessons. I had to do it but she guided me,
starting with foundation then a powder which gave my face a matte
look,
pale green and tan eyeshadow with eyeliner on each eye. A peach blusher
on each cheek then the lipstick which was a soft red. I did not look
like myself! Janet showed me the joy of tight curlers wound against my
scalp, then she sprayed them with something and we went to eat.
After that she took the rollers out and brushed my hair into a very
feminine style that I really liked. I slipped on the low heels and
stood in front of the mirror looking at a girl I did not know, but was
instantly in love with. I turned each way to see her, in awe at what
Janet had created. It was my first time completely dressed as a girl
but I loved it because it fulfilled my dream of being a girl. I had
come close to dressing as a girl but never quite all the way. Janet saw
the smile on my face and took me by the hand into the kitchen. Without
a word she began to do my nails.
By the time she was done I was beyond thrilled and told her that.
"This is so wonderful Janet! I love everything!"
"Well, what do we call you? Do you have a name picked out that you
like?"
"Um... no, but... how about... Erica? It's close to my name, so why
not?"
"Nice name! Erica it is. Lets get you a purse and we'll get you
enrolled for the Crossover."
"Out? You want me to go out?!"
"Take the purse Erica. It's time for everyone to meet you."
I had no choice, so I followed her to the car, and on the drive over
she told me to bend my arms at the elbow, take smaller steps and smile.
Easy for her to say. I was shocked when nobody recognized me when I
signed up. From there we stopped and had a bite of dessert then went to
the shop. I worked all day like that and not one person decided that I
am really a guy and I was elated. Janet and I went home late in the
afternoon, and I set out what I would wear the next day in school.
Janet gave me the okay, and I was ready to show the world the girl I
always knew I should have been.
As I walked into the school I saw a few others that were dressed as
girls, but doing it badly, usually with long curly wigs from the
eighties, normally known as hooker hair. My hair looked like all the
other girls hair, so I did not stick out, and although I did not hide
my true identity, most everyone simply accepted me as the girl I looked
like. My friend Sally looked at me carefully before she squealed when
she figured it out. She hugged me and grinned.
"Damn girl! You look great! What's your new name?"
"Erica. Erica Lynn."
"Well Erica Lynn, lets go wind up some of the boys!"
With no idea how to act or react around boys, as a girl would, I could
only follow Sally's lead and do what she does. The very first group of
guys she found were of course, the hunks of the school. She took Mikes
hand and introduced me to them. I had no idea they were deciding if I
was worth the effort to chase. Apparently I was. Stanley took my hand
in his and offered to meet me at lunch, and with a quick look at Sally,
I said yes.
"What now!" I asked.
"Stan isn't the guy that was scanning you honey, it was Fred. You know,
tall, husky, curly hair, handsome as all get out, Fred. I could tell
that he thinks you are fire itself! Just smile and play coy."
"With a sigh I went to class and my first day as a girl began. Not one
person asked who I was, and when the teacher called my name, she called
me Erica! Janet must have told them my name. I finally relaxed and
talked to a few other girls and felt myself fitting in, which was new
for me. At lunch, true to what Sally told me, it was Fred who sat next
to me.
"You live near Sally?"
"No. I live with my boss. I work at Betakind. My dad is unable to have
anyone living with him."
"Want to get a slice tonight?"
"I can't tonight, sorry. Maybe Saturday?"
"That'll be great! Pick you up at seven. Maybe a show and a slice!"
Sally was gloating at what I had agreed to, knowing that she had been
right. For the rest of the day I became the girl I always should have
been and never felt better. It seemed that all the other kids accepted
me as a girl, and I had many new friends after that day. That night I
told Janet about my day, and how Fred asked me out.
"Did you say yes?"
"Of course1 For Saturday night. A movie and a slice!"
"That's fine honey, just know that boys have different objectives than
we girls do. You do not want to be known as an easy girl, so don't let
him get out of bounds, okay?"
""I'll be careful Janet."
Fred showed up right on time, and taking my hand we went in his car to
the movies, and later we stopped at a pizza joint. His hand on my back
felt great, then he spun me around and kissed me. Not a gentle peck,
but a tongue swabbing that left me panting. I really wanted more of
that but knew that I should not, so I did not go any further. The next
day I was trying on clothes I found in the closet and was wearing a
pair of very snug shorts and a tee when Sally barged into my bedroom.
"I hear Fred is really fired up about you! What did you two do?!"
"He kissed my kidney from the inside, and that's all!"
"Well, his sister says that he is totally in love with you!"
"I'll be careful mommy."
"What'll you do when the Crossover is done. I mean, how do you change
back?"
"I won't. And how did you know?"
"Your locker is the same. But I doubt if anyone else knows or cares. I
mean, you look, sound, act, walk and use all the right mannerisms as
any other girl, so as far as I'm concerned, you're a girl. Besides,
look at you! Those shorts get any tighter and you'll get in trouble!"
Just then... "Erica, Sally, come down here, We have guests."
Fred, Stan, his twin sister Carol and Lisa were all there.
"I hear that you are a boy!"
"I never once said that I was a girl, but it is Crossover, so why not?"
"But you look... I mean the way your shorts fit is..."
"Stanley," Lisa said, "look at her! Erica is a girl! That's obvious,
right?"
"I suppose. But I want to hear it from her that she is a girl. Fred is
in love and since he is my friend I don't want him hurt!"
They all looked at me. "I was born a boy, but I'm a girl now, and
always will be."
"Okay, I guess, you sure look like a girl to me!"
"Stanley, you're an idiot! Erica is a girl and you know it. Now, lets
all get a pizza and celebrate!"
"Celebrate what?" I asked.
"You deciding to be the person you always were of course! Everyone knew
that you were a girl, I mean, you always dressed like half a girl
anyway, so this is not a stretch and Stanley was yanking your chain to
see what you would do. So, now that we have that out of the way, lets
go!"
Janet said that I could go, if I changed first, so Lisa, Carol and I
went to my room where I put on a pair of skinny jeans and a pink top.
Then the three of us joined the guys to get a pizza. I did not see Lisa
and Carol wink at Fred, letting him know that from what they saw, I
was
a girl. It was a bit scary for me to be accused, but I knew better than
to deny anything and I was right. Fred sat next to me, his hand on my
thigh gently squeezing me. I didn't say anything because I loved it.
Later Fred took me home, then kissed me again, and once again I was
quivering with excitement as I ran in the house.
"The kids seem to have accepted you."
"Yeah. But I never said I was a girl. They just assumed it."
"But there are other kids that will not be so generous. They won't
care, and they might try to hurt you, so what I was thinking was that
we find a way to make you look like a girl, even if you are naked."
"They call that sex reassignment surgery."
"I was thinking of something not so serious, not yet any way. Let me
check and see what I can find."
The next day she told me that she found two ways. A custom made panty
or some minor surgery that a doctor could do. Since I have no money but
good health coverage, I opted for having the doctor do it. Two days
later, after school, Janet and I went to see the doctor, who knew about
the procedure and after some serious questions, He managed to turn my
man stuff into girl stuff! And it looked very real! To the touch it was
real!
"I gave you a shot of estrogen in each testicle after I sewed them in
place, just to make it more comfortable for you. However, you may start
exhibiting some feminine characteristics, such as breast growth and
some widening of the hips. How much, I'm not sure. I am positive that
you will lose all your body hair. If you have any problems call me."
I was thrilled to feel so completely feminine, but Janet also took me
to a place that fitted me for B cup breasts that look so real it was
scary. No seams anywhere!
"Now I think you can say that you're a girl, and prove it! But we have
three weeks of orders to get out, so we'll have long hours and hard
work to get that done. You'll have to come in after school for a week
or so. That means jeans or slacks."
"That's okay Janet, whatever you need I'm your girl!"
We put in long hours late into the night to get our orders out, Janet
packaging and me making the labels and preparing for pickup. At school
I managed to get the work done but I was tired and did not go out at
all even though Fred asked me out. I had to tell him about my work. We
finished all the shipping and spent one entire day just resting, then
Fred showed up with several pizzas and treated Janet and I to a
delightful dinner. He gained stature in my eyes.
The following weekend Lisa called and wanted me to go to her pool party
and I agreed, knowing it would be my chance to eliminate all doubt
about me being a girl. Janet gave me her daughters swimsuit, it was a
full suit but looked real good on me. But Janet cautioned me yet again
about boys, especially Fred. She and I were eating dinner when I got a
call from the police. My father had gotten into a brawl and was going
to do 180 days in jail since it was his third offense. That's when I
told Janet that since she was letting me stay with her, rather than
take my whole salary I would only take $25, the rest going for my room
and board.
She tried to say no but it was the right thing to do and I insisted,
and with my dad in the clink for the next six months I needed a place
to stay. Janet easily agreed to let me stay with her. At school they
announced that the Crossover would last until the end of the year, when
the annual Prom was over. I thought nothing of it and went on with
life, seeing Fred at school and at home once in a while. On Saturday
morning I packed a small bag to take to Lisa's house, including my suit
and a towel and hair brush along with some makeup.
When the time came I changed with the other girls, confirming me as a
girl with their own eyes. Then we went to the pool to tease the boys.
Fred looked magnificent in his speedo, all muscles and grins when he
looked at me. Lisa nudged me so I went and took his offered hand. There
was no doubt that he wanted to take me, but that wasn't going to
happen
and we both knew it. But the party was fun, the food great as her dad
cooked for us. Lisas mom was sort of a mother hen about us girls but
that was okay. I liked them both. Then she pulled me aside.
"Larry, my husband, is an attorney, and he would like to speak to you
in private. Lets go in the office."
I sat across from him with no idea what he wanted.
"Do you know someone named Mary?"
"No."
"She claims she is your mother. I work in the courthouse every day I
heard that she is filing to gain custody of you now that your father is
in jail."
"But I haven't seen my mother since I was 2! She left and all I've
heard since then is that she did eight years for manslaughter! I would
not know her if I saw her! And I'm not going anywhere!"
"Calm down Erica. If you like I can represent you. When do you turn
17?"
"In six weeks or so."
"That's wonderful! Okay then just let me handle it."
I told Lisa and Sally, and Fred of course. When I got home I told Janet
what Larry had told me, and she called him. She would not tell me what
he said except to say that I would continue to live with her. About a
month after I turned 17 I got the summons to appear in court. At
Janet's insistence I wore a tailored cream colored suit with matching
heels. I sat next to Larry, and at his urging I smiled the whole time.
He did not want me to show distress. My 'mother', was sitting across
from me with a big guy. She looked worn out in a tired looking dress.
The judge heard from the lady from Child Services, who claimed that I
was living on the street, which was clearly not true. But she forged
ahead, making accusations and fomenting lies the best she could. Then
it was Larry's turn. He called me to the stand.
"Where do you live."
I gave the address and Janets name.
"So, you are not living on the street as alleged?"
"Of course not."
"Tell me about where you live."
"I live with my boss Janet. I have my own bedroom and bath, my own bed
and Janet lets me use her second car. I eat every day, I have clean
clothes and I attend high school every day. Not one thing that woman
said was true in any way. I have a great life."
"Do you know Mary?"
"No. She left when I was 2 and I have not seen her until today."
"How old are you?"
"I'm 17."
"Do you want to go with Mary?"
"Not a chance."
"Thank you Erica."
Then the judge asked me a few questions.
"He called you Erica, and you do look lovely, but you are a boy,
right?"
"Technically yes, but my doctor has helped me become more the girl I
always wanted to be. I am almost complete right now."
"I see. Tell me what you know about Mary."
"She left when I was 2, and when I was about six my dad told me she was
convicted of manslaughter on a plea deal down from second degree
murder. He said she would do eight years. After that, nothing, and like
I said, until today I have never seen her. Since I already have a
family that loves me I don't need her or her anything she has to
offer."
"You have a job as well?"
"Janet and I make things for the electronics business. I've been there
since I was 12."
"And now you live with her."
"She invited me when my dad went to jail. I pay room and board, do my
own laundry and help pay for the groceries."
"I see. Larry do you have anything else?"
"I have these name change papers your honor."
"Thank you Larry."
"Mary, do you have anything to say?"
"This child is mine. I gave birth to him and he needs to come live with
me."
"And where do you live?"
"I have a very nice apartment."
"Two states away from here?"
"Yes."
"And your companion there lives with you?"
"Yes, but he has one bedroom and I have the other."
"So where would Erica sleep?"
"I have a pull out couch."
"I see. So you want her to give up her job, a very stable home and
school environment to come live with you and sleep on the couch? Why is
this desire to claim her so urgent all of a sudden? You ignored her
for
15 years so why now? And I'll remind you that I already know the answer
and you are under oath. So why now?"
"I have nothing to say your honor."
"Well, I do. It's because of the inheritance isn't it? Only Erica can
inherit the money but as her guardian you can spend the money, right?"
The judge paused a bit, then granted my petition to change my name and
also ended my mothers hope of gaining custody of me. She gave that to
Janet until I turned 18. I thought I was elated until the judge gave me
the particulars on this inheritance. I gave it to Larry who said that
he would handle it. The judge also gave the lady from Child Services
hell for bringing such and unwarranted case to her court with so little
factual information and so many lies.
About a week later Larry told me there was a lot of money, and he urged
me to put it in a savings account which I did. Then being a legal
girl,
Fred got his wish when he and I were play grope and I had him in my
hand. Then I unleashed it and stroked him. He went crazy as I gave him
some of what he wanted and became the girl he wanted me to be and the
woman I knew that I was. Larry told me the money was substantial,
coming from my Grandmother to the oldest grandchild, me. He would not
tell me how much, but that was okay, I already had everything I needed.
At the end of Crossover I went to the Prom and enjoyed myself like any
girl would. I never did change, remaining a girl from then on. Two
years later I became a complete woman and Fred and I got married, with
Lisa as my Maid of Honor and Sally as my number one Bridesmaid. Fred
and I are trying to adopt a little girl, and Janet hopes to be a
Grandmother. Life is good.
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