Kristen

by 

KarenTV720




 It was mid October and time to prepare for the Eighth grade's class
play. This year we were told that instead of a traditional play we
would put on a show about parts of the country. My class was to take
the Western part and highlight its culture. I didn't think it was too
bad, at least we could do something on Rodeos or  maybe Horses. 

 I found out later that  Rodeos were the farthest things from my
teachers mind when she thought of the West! I found out later that
there was to be a dance part in every section.  I wasn't exactly
thrilled at this but everyone in the eighth grade was involved so I
figured at least I wouldn't stand out! 

Once again I figured wrong!  I soon found out that since there were
more boys than girls in my class there would be problems with the
Western Dance scene.  After much thought my  teacher decided that
since there were four more boys than girls two of us would become
girls for the play!  She picked the four shortest boys of which my
friend Jim and I were two and put our names in a box.  I got to pick
the names of the two unlucky boys who would be girls!  

Jim almost died when the first name I chose turned out to be his! l
told him it was a tough break but couldn't help laughing at the
thought of Jim as a girl!  My laughter stopped when I looked at the
second name I had chosen - it was mine!

My teacher, Mrs. Wald smiled and tried to console me. She told the
rest of the class not to laugh because we were doing this to help
them.  I appreciated her help but there were still snickers and
giggles from the class! Mrs. Wald passed out  papers detailing what
each group would wear for the show. I looked at the section marked
"Western Dancers" and became sick!  Under this section it read; "Boys
- Jeans, plaid shirts and bandannas.  Girls - Skirts (denim if
possible),  white blouses (fringed if possible)."  It was bad enough I
had to play a girl's part but now I was expected to dress like too! 

One the way home from school Jim and I talked about the play and how
we were going to break the news to our families. We agreed that 
they'd have to know  since they would eventually see the play and we
were positive that word of our plight would quickly spread!  Jim was
worried about his older sister's teasing him but I was more concerned
with what our friends were going to say to us!

When I got home I found Mom in the kitchen. I put my books on the
Dining Room  table and told her that I had to talk to her. She stopped
what she was doing  and asked me what was wrong. In a shaky voice I
asked, "Could I borrow a skirt and blouse please?"  Mom stared at me
for a moment .  "A big date coming up and you've got nothing to wear?"
She asked laughing.

I told her about the play and how Jim and I were picked to be girls .
Handing her the sheet Mrs. Wald had passed out I showed her the part
where it specified what I was to wear.  Mom read the sheet and began
laughing. "I used to dream about having  my teenage daughter raiding
my closets for outfits."  She chuckled.  "I just never thought I'd be
lending clothes to my son!"  I was beginning to get really upset by
now!  "Please mom,"  I begged.  "The kids at school will tease me
enough. Can't you just be nice and help me out!"

Mom put her arm around me and pulled me close for a hug.  "Don't worry
,"  She said.  "I promise not to tease you. Let's go look through my
stuff, I think I have some things that should fit you! "   I stopped
mom before she could say any more.  "There's no rush mom,"  I told
her.  "The play's not for another three weeks. "   I was  beginning to
worry, it seemed as though mom had suddenly become overly interested
in helping me! Mom brushed aside my objections. "Those weeks will go
quickly,"  she said as she steered me towards her room.  "It's best to
be ready!"

We went into her room and she began to look through her closets. She
handed me a long denim skirt and a plain white blouse.  "Why don't you
take these to your room and try them on?"   I looked at her
pleadingly.  "Do I have to try them on mom?  I asked.  " They look
like they'll fit!"  Mom just pushed me out of the room. "Just try them
on."  She said. "We have to know if you'll look just right!"

The last thing I cared about was looking just right but I knew better
than to argue with mom so I went off to my room. I pulled the skirt on
over my jeans and buttoned the blouse over top of my shirt.  I
couldn't reach the zipper of button on the back of the skirt so I just
left them undone and went to show mom. 

"They seem to fit okay mom,":  I said as I entered the kitchen. "May I
take them off now please?"  I asked.  Mom looked at me and laughed,. 
"That's not what I meant  when I told you to try them on."  She said. 
"Now go back in there and take off your shirt and pants first.  I'll
help you with that zipper when you're ready!"  I could see that there
was no easy way out of this for me so back to my room I trudged.

I did as mom ordered and removed my shirt and pants before putting on
the skirt and blouse. Looking in the mirror I found that standing
there in mom's skirt and blouse with my socks and tennis shoes on  I
looked every bit as silly as I felt!  Once again I set off to show mom
how I looked.  This time mom was much more approving of my looks.
"Turn around honey, "  she said to me. "Let me get you zipped and
buttoned."  I turned and mom  tucked the blouse in to the skirt before
she  zipped and buttoned it. "That's much better,:  she said. "That 
outfit looks like a perfect fit on you!" 

She must have thought that I'd actually be happy about the fit! 
Sometimes I wondered what she could possibly be thinking!  "I think I
look as dumb as I feel!"  I retorted. "I can't believe I got roped
into this!"  Mom just looked at me and smiled. "Don't worry dear," 
she said. "You'll look just right for the play, I promise!"

Once again mom managed to make me question her sanity.  "I don't want
to look just right mom ,"  I replied.  "I want to look like a normal
boy!"  Mom just stared at me smiling.  "Yes' Mike,  whatever you
want!"  She said. I didn't understand the way she was looking at me
and smiling. I just chalked it up to goofy parents. a decision I'd
come to regret!

I went back to my room and changed, thankful to get out of those silly
clothes!  I did my home work and went to see how things went for Jim. 
Mrs. Karl answered the door and asked me to come in. She explained
that Jim was in his room and that she'd tell him I was here.  I made
myself at home with Jim's  "Game Boy"  and waited for him to come
down.  A few minutes later I glanced up to see Jim's sister came down
followed by his mom.   "Hi Heather, "  I said. "What's new?"  I almost
died when "Heather" turned out to be Jim!  He was wearing one of his
sisters denim skirts and a silky,  white,  pullover top!  He even had
on stockings  and a pair of white, girls shoes!

Jim's mom laughed at my reaction. "Well what do you think Mike?"  She
asked.  "which one of you girls is going to look nicer in the play?"  
I couldn't believe it!  My best friend's mom was asking  which of us
was going to be the prettier girl!  I was beginning to think aliens
had sucked out her brain!  I didn't want to cause trouble so I just
smiled and said, "Oh Jim will, Mrs. Karl. No doubt about it!"  Mrs.
Karl smiled and said, "We'll have to wait and see!"  Turning to Jim
she said, "Why don't you two go to your room dear.  I'm sure you have
lots to talk about!"  As we were leaving she added, " Please be
careful with your sisters clothes, she's only lending you that
outfit!"  Jim promised he'd be careful and we went to his room so he
could change.

 As soon as  we got to Jim's room I asked him  how he  managed to end
up looking like his sister.  Jim explained that when he got home he
told his mother  about the play and asked if she'd help him.  His
mother agreed to help but said they'd have to tell Heather since he'd
need one of her outfits.  Embarrassed , Jim agreed and together they
told his sister.   Jim said that Heather laughed when they told her
but her mother immediately corrected her.  She agreed to help and
promptly found a top and skirt  for Jim to try on.  Even though
Heather was two years older than Jim her clothes turned out to be a
perfect fit for him.  He thought he was done and was about to put his
clothes on again when his mother stopped him.

His mother called him into the room and asked him to turn around so
that she could look at him from behind. When he did she remarked that 
there was something missing and for him to wait for her in his room.
She stayed behind with his sister, closing the bedroom door.  She
called him to return a few minutes later .  Jim said that his mother
had said that she thought he looked cute in Heather's clothes and
asked him to do her a favor.  Not thinking to ask what the favor was
Jim agreed. His mother smiled  and asked him to try  "a few  other
things"  on for her. 

I figured he meant the shoes and stockings but when I  I asked he sort
of looked away.  "What's wrong,"  I asked wondering if he had it as
bad as I did. "You can tell me, remember I have to be a girl too you
know!"   Jim got up from where he was sitting. "Not just the shoes and
stockings Mike"  He said as he unbuttoned the front of the skirt and
unzipped it.  As he stepped out of the skirt I was stunned, Jim was
wearing a lace trimmed slip!  "Good grief"  I gasped!  "You mean she
made you wear a slip!" 

Jim  just nodded as he started to remove the top.  "That too!"  He
said, pulling the top over his head.  I couldn't believe it ,  Jim was
standing there in a slip, stockings, and a bra!  I  sat there staring,
not knowing what to say.  Finally I blurted out  the first thing that
came to my mind. "Don't tell me she made you wear Heather's underwear too!"

JIm shrugged his shoulders and removed his slip.  Under the pantyhose
he was wearing I could clearly see that he had on a pair of white, 
lace trimmed ,  panties!  I thought I had it bad when mom had me take
off my shirt and pants to try on my outfit!  I was grateful that mom
hadn't gotten any silly ideas for me! 

As Jim changed back into his own clothes we talked about his outfit.
"I hope your mom and sister don't make you dress like that for the
play." I said. "Maybe they'll forget all about it by then!"   Jim
stopped dressing and turned to me.  "Promise me you wont say anything
about this Mike, "  He asked.  "Don't worry buddy," I said. I wont say
a word.  Jim seemed relieved to hear my promise. " I hope they don't
forget!"   I thought  that there was something wrong with my hearing! 
"What did you just say Jim?"  I asked.  Jim looked right at me.  "I 
said I hope they don't forget about dressing me up!"  

That settled it, not only had the aliens sucked out his mothers brain,
they'd gotten Jim's too!   "Are you nuts or something?  I asked as
politely as I could.  "You're a thirteen year old boy remember? " I
reminded  him of Jamie, a girl in our math class that he had taken an
interest in.  "I'm not planning on becoming a girl, Mike." JIm
replied. "I just thought it was kind of fun letting Mom and Heather
dress me up!"  I wasn't sure I understood  what Jim meant but he was
my friend and I did make a promise.

"Sure Jim,"  I replied,  "if it's all right with you then I guess it's
fine."  Jim smiled and said, "thanks Mike, you're really a great guy!"
 Hoping to lighten things up a bit I grinned and said, "and you're an
all right girl, I guess!"  That definitely lightened up Jim since he
broke into a huge grin!  "Do you really think I looked pretty?"  He
asked.  I couldn't believe it! Things were just going from bad to
worse, now my best friend wanted to know if I thought he was pretty! 
"Earth to Jim!"  I yelled.  "You're not supposed to be pretty!"  
Jim's grin faded, "Oh well,"  he said seeming a little bummed out.  "
I was just wondering."

Jim and I played with his video games until I had to go home for
dinner. Before I left I had to promise Jim again that I'd keep his
secret. I knew it wouldn't be hard to keep. I was afraid that if I
didn't the kids would think that since I was his best friend I must be
crazy too!

The next day at school went pretty well with Jim and I acting as if
nothing had happened. Surprisingly enough, none of our friends said
anything to us about the play. I guess that they were relieved that it
wasn't them! Of course with the kind of luck I'd been having I knew
things had to change.

 That happened in music class when our teacher said we would start
practicing for the play! I thought everything was going to be okay
until Jim and I were asked to stay after class. It turned out that our
teacher, Mrs. Sloan, wanted to make sure we had read the paper she
gave out on our costumes. She wanted to make sure we understood that
we'd be expected to wear the same outfit the other girls would be
wearing. 

Jim and I both nodded but that wasn't going to be good enough for Mrs.
Sloan. "Do you boys understand that you're going to have to wear a
skirt and blouse?" She asked. We nodded agreement again and this
appeared to satisfy her. She told us that she was sorry we'd have to
dress like girls but it was only for a little while and we were really
helping our class!

Before I could say anything Jim chimed in and said that it was okay
and that we really didn't mind that much! I wanted to grab him and
shake some sense into him but I didn't think Mrs. Sloan would approve!
Right about now I really didn't care about helping the class, I wanted
to sink into a hole and stay there! Luckily I was able to get us out
of there before Jim dug us any deeper into the hole we were in. 

That afternoon Jim came over to see me. I was a little worried about
how he might be dressed but when I opened the door there was good old
Jim, my best friend! We threw my football back and forth until it was
almost dinner time. Mom asked if he'd like to stay for dinner and I
thought it would be a great idea too! Jim's mom agreed and soon we sat
down to dinner. I had forgotten about seeing Jim in his sisters
clothes and wasn't about to mention the play. Mom on the other hand
had other ideas!

It started out casually enough with us talking about an upcoming Math
test but turned ugly soon enough. "Do you have your outfit ready for
the  class play Jim?" Mom asked innocently enough. I shot her a look
to try to stop her but it was useless. Once mom got an idea in her
head she kept at it until she was finished. Jim perked right up at
this turn in the conversation! "Yes I do Mrs. Warren," Jim replied
happily. He then went on to tell about how Heather was letting him
wear one of her pretty white tops and her blue Denim mini-skirt. Jim
eagerly related that he would also get to borrow a pair white shoes
with a low heel and a pair of nylons too!

Mom seldom needed much encouragement to explore an idea and Jim was
providing more than enough! She told Jim that I would be wearing her
long denim skirt and a white blouse. She thought for a moment then
looked over at me. "You know Mike," She said. "I'll bet you'd look
great in a short skirt, and I never thought about nylons and heels!"
If looks could kill Jim and Mom would have been fried on the spot! Mom
was going off the deep end with Jim sitting there smiling!

Never one to leave well enough alone Jim added, "Yeah Mike, all the
other girls will probably be wearing short skirts and stockings!"  I
thought it was a little strange to hear Jim talk about "the other
girls" but didn't want to bring it up around mom. Not that I could
have, mom's mind was racing along with the idea of me in a short skirt
and stockings!

"It's too bad that I don't have a nice short skirt for you to wear
honey," she sighed. "Yeah mom," I said sarcastically, "and I was so
looking forward to wearing nylons too!"  Mom seemed to be lost in
thought for a moment. "Well don't worry," she said. "We'll work
something out in time!" I cringed at what she might be thinking. 

Jim stayed for several hours after dinner. As I walked him to the door
I thanked him for giving my mother such wonderful ideas! The dummy
thought I was serious! "That's great Mike," he said. "I'm glad you've
changed your mind about getting dressed up!" Jim will never know how
close I was to killing him! "I haven't changed my mind!"  I said with
a scowl. "I don't want to be a girl! I don't even like the idea of
dressing like one for this stupid play!" Jim looked at me as though I
was crazy. "Sorry, " He said appearing confused. "Just trying to help!"

After Jim left I went back inside to help mom clean up the kitchen.

She looked at me and smiled, "Jim seems quite excited about the play,
doesn't he?" 

 I knew I had promised Jim not to say anything but this wasn't school
and after all, he started it! "Mom," I asked hesitantly, "is it normal
for boys to dress up as girls?"

Mom must have thought I was talking about the play. "It's no big deal
Mike," she said. "There have been lots of plays and movies where men
pretended to be ladies." 

I stopped her before she could work up another head of steam.  I
explained what  had happened at Jim's and that I was concerned. Mom
had me stop what I was doing and sat down at the table with me. She
told me she had heard of men  who dressed a s women and that most were
pretty much normal guys.  She then got a dictionary and we looked up
"Transvestite" which is what she said men like that were called. I was
relieved to see them described as " otherwise normal Heterosexual's." 
To my amazement she suggested that I give it a try!

"You're joking right?"  I asked. "You really don't think I'd put on
girls clothes if I didn't have to, do you?" 

 Mom seemed to feel that her suggestion was really no big deal! "Why
not  give it a try this weekend? After all,  Jim seems to think it's a
lot of fun!"  

I was sure my mother and Jim had both lost their sanity but she
persisted.  She said that dad was going to be off on this current
business trip all weekend and that I could start Friday after school.
To sweeten the deal she offered to take me out to the mall Saturday
and buy me the leather jacket I  had my eye on. 

The jacket idea was what finally swung the deal for mom although I
would have probably given in just to make her stop her pestering me! 
We set a date for Friday evening  and she said she'd pick out
something for me to wear. I made her promise to buy me the jacket even
if I decided I didn't like being dressed up, which I was sure I
wouldn't. 

 The next day in  music class Mrs. Sloan  had the boys sit on one side
of the room and the girls on the other. This she explained was 
because on stage the girls would be separate from the boys and we had
to get used to singing with our group. Needless to say Jim and I were
told to move over and sit with the girls!  This was getting to be more
embarrassing by the day!

I was grateful to see the class end so I could get away from the
girls! Thankfully after class not a single boy said anything to us!  I
 wondered how long we could get away with this since on Friday we
would have to go off with the girls to learn their dance steps!  "That
was sure to bring some stupid remarks"  I thought!

Well the fateful class arrived soon enough, too soon as a matter of
fact. I wasn't looking forward to learning how to dance as a girl! 
Jim and I picked up our books and followed the girls to the gym where
the practice was to be held. The girls were mostly nice to us although
there were a few giggles when we entered the gym.  As we lined up Mrs.
Sloan said that she didn't mean any offense to me or Jim but she would
be addressing the class as "Ladies".   She said it was simply easier
that way and that we should just follow along! 

After class the girls were all talking about the new dance and before
I knew it Jim and I were deeply involved in the conversation! The
girls acted as if there was nothing unusual about two boys learning
how to dance as girls!  We talked and joked all the back to our
lockers and several of them even walked home with us we could talk
more!  I was beginning to think that this play might turn out to be a
great way to get to know some pretty girls!  "Who knows, I might be
able to get a date with a few!"  I thought to myself.

I was still thinking about one of the girls as I walked into my house
and set down my books. Mom broke into my thoughts with a cherry, "Hi
Mike, all set?"  I was confused for a second or two and asked her what
I was supposed to be set for.

 She looked at me and laughed. "You're not backing out of our deal,
are you?" She asked. 

Then it hit me like a sledgehammer! 

It was Friday,  the day I promised to let mom dress me as a girl!

 

I tried to weasel out of it but she reminded me that she had promised
to buy me that leather jacket this weekend!  I thought about how badly
I wanted that jacket then turned to mom. 

"Okay," I sighed. "I really want that jacket, what do I have to do?" 
I asked dejectedly. Mom seemed a little upset with my attitude.

 "Relax honey,"   She said as she took my arm and guided me towards
her room. "You never know, this could be fun!" 

When we got to her room I found that she had a complete outfit laid
out for me. Lying on the bed were a pair of nylon panties, a slip,
bra, pantyhose, and a dress! I was beginning to get cold feet but I
reminded myself that I could never afford that leather jacket on my
allowance! 

 "So this is it huh?"  I asked. "I have to put on all of this to get
that jacket?" 

 Mom  ignored my question. She gave me the clothes and told me to go
to my room and get started. She'd stop by in a few minutes to help me.
 "What do you mean?"  I asked.  "I'm a big boy now, I've been dressing
myself for quite a while remember!"  Mom found that to be very funny!
"Wrong!"  She said emphatically. "Tonight you're a big GIRL and
believe me you'll need my help!"  Still laughing. she shoved me off
towards my room.

 Once in my room I looked at the clothes and began to wonder if the
jacket was really worth it but reluctantly began to take off my
clothes. Once I got everything off I picked up the panties Mom had
given me to wear. They had lace all around the waist and leg openings.
When I pulled them on I noticed that they felt very soft and light,
totally different from the boys underwear I was used to. I got
everything adjusted just right and reached for the pantyhose. 

I soon figured that they were like pants with feet so with just a
little work I managed to pull them on. The tag inside of them said
they were "Smooth and Silky"  which went a long way towards explaining
the way they felt. Without thinking I found myself running my hands
down my nylon covered legs and thinking about how nice they felt!
Suddenly I snapped back to reality!  I was only doing this to get that
jacket,  There was just no way I'd like it!  Yet when reaching for the
bra I brushed my leg with my hand and an awful thought came to me. I
liked the way the nylon felt against my skin! 

Before I could give any more thought to my plight mom entered the
room. She was pleasantly surprised to see that I had mastered the
pantyhose and was ready for the bra. She took the bra from me and held
it in front of me so I could slip my arms through it's straps. Once in
place she fastened the back hooks. Next she picked up several pairs of
nylons she brought in with her and stuffed one pair into each side of
the bra. 

"That's better," she said as she stepped back to look at me. "No point
in overdoing it!"

In my opinion she had already overdone it, the panties and nylons were
bad enough but now it looked like I had boobs!  Next she had me pull a
white slip over my head and stand still as she adjusted the length.
Looking down at myself I couldn't believe that I was standing here all
decked out in nylon and lace. Yet there was no denying it, the slip
was trimmed with lace at the top and bottom and the nylons in the bra
made a very feminine bulge at the chest!  I must have been staring at
myself longer than I realized because the next thing I knew Mom was
sitting in the bed smiling! 

"So you seem to be enjoying this after all?"  Mom asked, a silly grin
on her face.

 I was terrified that she might think  this was fun for me! 

"Get real mom,"  I shot back. "I'm only putting up with this to get
that leather jacket!" 

 Mom walked over and put her arm around my waist. Drawing me close to
her she hugged me and said, "then why were you smiling as you looked
at yourself?" 

 Mom didn't even give me a chance to deny it, she simply announced
that I should be able to finish dressing by myself then left the room smiling.

After mom left I picked up the dress and looked at it. It was nice
looking one as dresses go, pale yellow with short sleeves and elastic
around the waist. I slipped the dress over my head and pulled it down.
After I got it straightened out I buttoned the three buttons at the
top and went over to the mirror to check myself out. 

The image in the mirror confused me, I saw what appeared to be a young
 girl with a nice figure in a pretty yellow dress. The dress fit
tightly enough on top to show a young woman's bustline and loose
enough to allow the skirt to flare out slightly!  My eyes drifted down
to the girls legs and I admired how nice they looked in nylons! 

"All in all not a bad looking girl,"  I thought to myself.   

When I finally looked at the girls head and face I realized that the
cute girl I had been admiring was me!  My heart started pounding and I
began to break into a sweat as I realized how pretty I looked! 

Mom walked in to see me standing there ready to cry. "What's wrong,
Mike?"  She asked.  "I'm sorry if this upset you, I thought you might
enjoy it!" 

I turned and put my arms around her and buried my face in her chest.. 
"Oh mom," I cried, "I look like a girl in these clothes! 

Mom stepped back and lifted my head and looked into my eyes. "So?" 
she asked  perplexed. "What did you expect to look like??"

Mom took out a tissue and wiped away my tears. It was painfully
obvious that she just didn't understand! 

"Mom, I'm a boy," I said sobbing. "I like sports, I like girls, I
shouldn't like looking like a girl!"

  Mom smiled and hugged me. 

"It's okay sweetie"  She said as she held me tightly. "No one has to
know how rpetty you look. It'll be our little secret!" 

Mom sat down on the bed with me and  I should just relax and enjoy
myself! 

 " Come with me."  She said taking my hand in hers. "We're not done yet!"

  I could only wonder what she had in mind. 

We left my room and headed over to mom's. The carpet on my stocking
feet felt  so different than when I had socks on!  Another odd feeling
was when my legs rubbed together , the feel of nylon against nylon was
terrific!  

When we reached mom's room she asked me to sit on her bed while she
helped me with my shoes. I began to plop down as I usually did when
she stopped me. 

"Reach behind and smooth out your skirt when you sit down "   She said
this would prevent my skirt from being wrinkled.

 "Oh so that's why girls do that"  I remarked.

 Mom laughed, "another reason,"  she explained , "was to prevent it
from sticking together. That way when you stand up your underwear
doesn't show!" 

 Somehow that seemed funny to me and I bust out laughing .Mom smiled
and took out a hairbrush. Aftrer a little brushing and teasing she
showed me the finished job. I now had fluufed up hair parted at the
fron with bangs curling on my forehead! 

 Mom  gave me a close examination..

 "I can see you're going to need a lot of work!" She said.

 "A lot of work for what mom?"  I asked naively. 

"To make a proper young lady out of you of course!" She replied as if
it was a no-brainer!  

 The thought of being turned into a "proper young lady"  terrified me!
 I was worried that I was doing something really stupid but couldn't stop!

"But I don't want to be a proper young lady mom!" I objected.

Ignoring me as usual, mom handed me a pair of shiny, black shoes with
a low heel and a thin strap across the ankle. I slipped my feet into
them and fastened the straps. Mom stood in front of me to catch me in
case i stumbled. 

"Go ahead and stand up,"  She said to me. "Let's see how pretty you
look in those shoes!"

I stood up with no problem, I guess the heel wasn't that high. As I
began to walk across the room to see how they felt I noticed something
odd. I couldn't walk like I usually did, instead I had to take smaller
steps.  

Mom had a big smile as she watched me getting used to the shoes. 

"You seem to have them mastered,"  She laughed. "Care to see  if you
can handle heels?" 

She picked out a pair of yellow heels that matched my dress. "Let's
see how good you are now!"  She said with a devilish grin.

 I  took the shoes from her and sat down to change. 

As I stood up I realized that I was definitely going to have a balance
problem!  Mom just stood there grinning.

 "Not so easy being a lady is it?"  She asked. "maybe now you'll
appreciate what females go through to look nice for guys!" 

Actually I didn't care what females went through. My only concern was
stopping mom from turning me into one! It took a moment or two to get
my balance but finally I was able to stand without swaying. To me that
was quite an accomplishment, but to mom it was only the beginning!

  "Very good,"  she said approvingly, "now try to walk in them!"  

I had only taken two steps when I stumbled. Fortunately mom was there
to catch me. 

"I told you they wouldn't be easy!"  she laughed. "Now take small
steps, put  the front of your foot down first, and sway your hips a
little!"  

I took mom's advice and soon I was walking in the heels!  Mom who was
beaming proudly at me!  

"You should see the way your little butt sways when you walk Mike," 
She said gleefully. "You'd drive the boys insane!" 

My mind drifted off for a moment and I pictured guys smiling at me and
asking if they could walk me home and carry my books! 

 Smiling at mom I said, "Sure would be different having someone do
things for me but I don't plan on ever doing this again!  I'm going
along with this just to get my jacket and that's it!" 

 Mom had a way of ignoring things she didn't think were important and
my opinion was one of those things. Reaching into her closet she
pulled out the gown she had worn when dad took her to his prom.  

"Try this on honey,"   she giggled, "I've been saving it for my
daughter but you'll do nicely!"

  I looked at the gown and felt sick. It was very feminine looking, a
light violet color with outer layer of lace. The front of it had a
lace insert which reached from the shoulders to he bustline! A sash in
deep violet tied around the back to complete the romantic look! 

"I can't wear that mom," I protested. "That's way to girlish!"

 Mom  reminded me that I had agreed to do what she wanted and backing
out would cost me the jacket. Feeling trapped I quickly took the gown
and headed for the door to go back to my room but mom told me to stay there.

 "You're going to need help with that young lady,"  she said. "You
might as well stay here and make it easier for me.

  With nowhere to go I unbuttoned the dress I had on and stepped out
of it.  I  felt very silly to be standing in front of mom wearing a slip!

Mom went to her dresser and took something out. "Take your slip and
bra off dear,"  she told me. "You'll need this with that gown!" 

 I promptly slid the straps from my shoulders and let it fall to my
feet. Stepping out of it I took the item mom held out to me. It
appeared to be a long slip with no straps. Instead it had a built in
bra with elastic around it to keep the slip from falling down. Mom
showed me how to slip my arms out of the bra straps and twist it
around so that I could unhook it. She told me to use that method to
put bras on by myself. I wondered why I needed to know this since I'd
never wer another bra?

I undid the bra I was wearing and gave it back to mom. I stepped into
the slip/bra combination and pulled it up around my chest. The front
of the bra part was covered with lace as was the bottom of the slip.
It  had lace trimmed side slits which moms said were there to make it
easier to walk in.

 Mom took the nylons that were in the cups of the other bra, quickly
rolled them up and stuck them into this one.

 "Good girl!"  mom said happily. "you're really beginningto look
nice!" 

 It struck me as odd that mom had referred to me as a "young lady"
earlier and had just said "good girl" to me now.  I wondered if things
were getting out of control, mom was referring to me as a girl and I
couldn't stop her. Things were getting out of control but I'd take
care of that later. Right now I just had to go along to get my jacket! 

 Mom had me raise my arms so she could slide it over my head then
pulled the gown over my shoulders and wasit. Once she got it just the
way she wanted it she stepped behind me and zipped it up. 	"You're
going to make a lovely young woman in this outfit,"  She said as she
tied the sash behind me. "I hope you like it as much as I did when I
wore it!" 

When mom had me completely zipped and the sash tied she led me over to
the full length mirror.  There in the mirror I saw a young girl in a
beautiful gown! It seemed to hug her body to show off a developing
young woman! It was tighter arounfd the waist and then flowed out as
it reached my hips giving the illusion of curves!  The delicat lace
trim above my bust line gave me the appearance of a sweet and pretty
young woman! 

 Mom was ecstatic over how I looked in her prom dress. I was growing
sicker by the moment!  

 "You look gorgeous,"  She gushed, "I just wish you had someplace to
wear it to!"

Mom was just trying to be nice to me but her last remark brought the
world crashing in on me!  

"No way mom!"  I  said breaking free.  "There's no way I would
actually wear these clothes in public!" 

Mom acted aas if it was just a minor problem to be solved in due time..

  "That's okay honey," she said. "We'll figure something out later."

    Her eyes seemed to light up as she said, "Come on, I' ve got some
other outfits for you to try on!"

We spent the rest of the night as mother and daughter. Mom found all
kinds of pretty clothes for me to wear and I had to try each and every
outfit on!  Before we knew it the evening had flown by and it was time
to get some sleep. I  took off the final skirt and top while I ran my
bath water. It had been  stranger than I had imagined possible but now
it was over. Tommorrow I would be a boy again, a boy with a great
looking lether jacket!  

I went to my room tookoff my slip and bra and put on a bathrobe. As I
went back to the bathroom I saw mom coming out.  She smiled and said
that my bath was all ready and she'd set something out for me to wear.
I thought it was noec of her after all she had put me through! At
least I thought so until I went into the bathroom!  Mom had taken her
scented bath oil and  poured some in and stepped into the water. 

As soon as I sat down I noticed the smell, it reminded me of one of
mom's favorite colognes. Another thing I noticed was how silky the
water had become, I'd never had a bath like this before! Actually it
felt kind of nice! 

While I was enjoying (more like "Luxuriating" as the label said!) my
bath mom knocked on the door,  "I brought you some things to wear to
bed Mike,"  she said sweetly. " I'll leave them on the floor out here.
I hope you like them!  I wasn't sure what she meant, I always slept in
my underwear and mom knew it. "I'd check on it after I finished this
great bath, "  I thought to myself.

After I finished my bath I dried off and wrapped a towel around my
waist. Opening the door I saw what mom had brought for me. On the
floor outsidfe of the bathroom lay a yellow, nylon, nightgown, a pair
of lacy,yellow panties and a pair of her backless bedroom slippers to
match the nightgown and panties! "One last obstacvle before I get
my jacket." I thought to myself. I picked up the clothes and put them
on.  It upset me the panties and nightgown felt good but I reminded
myself that it would be over soon and I'd be back ot being myself
again . I put on the slippes and went to show mom. 

Well how do I look?"  I asked as I entered the room. Feeling a little
playful I twirled around so that my nightgown flared out showing a
little bit of my panties! 

Mom laughed and said, "You look lovely dear, just like I thought you
would! "

Mom gve me a hug and gooidnight kissbefore I went to my room. As I was
leaving she told me how nice I smelled. 

"Just what I always wanted, " I thought to myself. "a prefumed bath, a
nightgown and panties. I couldn't wait to have it over with in the morning.

 When I woke up the next morning I was surprised to find myself in a
nightgown and panties. I put on the slippers mom lent me and went off
to have breakfast with her, She seemed very happy to see I had not
taken off the nightgown yet. "You look very pretty this morning Mike,"
 she said as she prepared breakfast. Are you ready to pick up your new jacket?"

Ready? How could I not be ready? I had wanted that  jacket ever since
I first saw it!  I think mom could tell by my huge grin what the
answer was without being told!  She set a plate of pancakes in front
of me and excused herself saying she had to get a few things ready
herself. By the time I had finished eating she returned to say that
she had set my clothes out for me. 

"Thanks mom," I said, " I'll leave your nightgown on your bed."  After
a moments thought I asked, "What should I do with your underwear?"

Mom just smiled at me,. "Oh I thought you might like to wear them  a
little while longer."  She said. " They look so nice on you!"

 I went back to my room thinking mom had gone crazy. I wan't about to
wear panties, and it didn't matter how nice they looked on me!t When I
saw what mom had set out for me to wear I went nuts! Lying there on my
bed was a bra, a pair of white  pantyhose, a half slip, and a very
pretty dress which I'd never seen before!

"Oh mom," I called sarcastically. "I seem to have a problem with my clothes!"

Mom's grin as she came into my room told me she knew exactly why I
called her! 

 "Is something wrong honey?"  She asked, the picture of innocence. 

"Wrong mom," I said,  "what makes you think anything could be wrong?" 
 I pointed to the clothes on my bed.

 "You don't really think I'd walk out of the house wearing those
things do you?"  I asked.

 Mom's smile faded and she became very serious. "I thought it would be
fun!" She said. "I wouldn't have put them there if I hadn't expected
you to wear them!"

That clinched it!  Mom had completely flipped!

 "I can't go out in those things mom."  I said.  

Mom's expression never changed.

"You promised, remember Mike,"  she said in a hurt tone of voice. "
You said you'd go along for the weekend if I bought you that jacket.
Have you changed your mind?" 

 Here I was faced with going out in public in girl's clothes and mom
waas actingas if she had a problem! I didn't know what else to do, I
had to have that coat  

"All right, mom." I finally said. "But could you at least tell me what
you have in mind?"  Mom said she's explain things as I got dressed.

 I took off my nightgown and picked up the bra.

 "Strange," I thought to myself, "This isn't at all like the one I
wore last night." 

 Mom saw my puzzled expression. 

"It's yours,"  she said as if it was no big deal. "I thought it would
be better if you wore one made for a girl your age!" 

  She handed me the stockings after I got the bra fastened and adjusted.

 "As a matter a fact, these things are all yours."  She told me. "You
wouldn't look right wearing my clothes, these are more for a girl your
age!" 

 It turns out that mom had planned on taking me shopping as a girl as
soon as I agreed to try dressing up!  She went out and bought a few
things for me to wear so I'd look like a thirteen year old girl!  The
stockings were of course a perfect fit as were  the slip and dress.
The dress was really , mom describerd it as a "floral print" in fall
colors. I thought it was just some brown and orange flowers and stuff,
guess I had a lot to learn!  

Mom showed me how to unzip it just enough to pull over my head. That
way I could reach the zipper to pul it up the rest of the way by
myself. Useful stuff for a guy to know, right?  When I got  the dress
on and zipped it up I was surprised at how nice I looked in it!  

Although it really bugged me to admit it mom was right!, It was just
right for a girl my age, very figure flattering I think they say!  It
ended several inches above my knee's, just like the girls wore at
school. My padded bra gave me just the right sized chest, and the
dress provided curves for my waist and hips. My slip was the perfect
length, the lace at the bottom ended an inch or two before my dress
did so I wouldn't worry about my slip showing!

"I'm sure you tried hard mom ,"  I said, giving her a kiss on the
cheek. "But I don't see how I'm going to make anyone think I'm really
a girl!  One look will show them that I'm a boy." 

 Mom reached down and handed me a pair of low heeled, brown suede
shoes. 

As I stepped into them mom said, "Come with me, I'll show you how
we're going to do it!"

She led me back to her room and had me sit down at her dresser. I
remembered what she had told me and smoothed the back of my skirt
before I sat down. 

"Glad to see you remembered,"  mom said as I sat down.

 "Wouldn't want to have my dress stick up in the back!" I replied with
a grin.

  Mom reached over and grabbed her makeup kit.

 "This is going to be fun!"  She exclaimed as she began to apply a
liquid to my face.

Mom took her time with my makeup saying she wanted it to look just
right. She said girls my age shouldn't wear much makeup, it made them
look like "little tramps"!  "No daughter of mine is going to look that
way!"  She vowed.

"Uh mom," I interuppted, "you don't have a daughter, remember?"  

Mom stopped for a moment to admire her hadiwork, "I do now!"  she
replied. 

 "Me and my big mouth!"  I thought.

It took mom about twent minutes or so to do my makeup. She happily
explained what she was using and how as she worked. First she applied
the liquid, ("Foundation"  she called it, sort of like a base coat in
painting!), next came powder, (to set the foundation and take away any
shine.), just a little blush to bring out the color in my cheeks,
brown eyeshadow to match the colors in my dress, then a coral lipstick
("subdued but pretty," she said) . 

She finally pronounced me done and let me look in the mirror. I looked
very nice, a pretty dress, nice figure, cute face, but I still looked
like a boy!

  "Nice try mom," I said, "But my hair won't stay the way you fixed it
last night. Sorry."  

I started to get up but mom put her hand on my shoulder.

 "Sit down young lady,"  she said. "You're not done yet!"

Mom picked up what appeared to be a long lock of hair (a "fall" she
said.) and put it against my head. 

"Good thing we've got the same shade of hair "  she said as she began
to fasten it to my own hair. In just a few minutes she was done and
then I got to see what I was to finally look like!

Gone was the boy in the pretty dress and makeup. He had been replaced
by a pretty girl with wavy, shoulder length hair and bangs!  I was
amazed, I really looked pretty! 

"Mom" I yelled scared out of my wits at what I saw., "Look what you've
done!  I look like a girl!"           	Mom didn't seem to be in the
least upset over my appearance. Actually she was beaming with pride in
her daughter!  

"Well," mom asked, "do we have a deal? Are you willing to go shopping
as a girl now?"  

I  couldn't back out now,  mom had certainly made sure I wouldn't be recognized!

"I''m going to hate myself,"  I said, "but I'll be your daughter today!"

 Mom smilled and picked up a gold necklace a pair of clip on earrings
she had bought for her "daughter". I held the necklace in place as she
fastened it around my neck. Next she clipped the earrings on me then
sprayed me with musk cologne that girls at school were wearing. She
handed me a girls purse with some makeup and cologne in it. 

"Don't forget your purse sweetheart,"  she said with a smile. "You
might want to touch up your makeup in the Ladies room at the mall!" 

 As  we headed for the garage mom said, " I don't want you flirting
with the boys while we're shoppping, young lady."  I told her that
boys were the farthest thing from my mind.  Mom just chuckled, "I have
a feeling they won't be feeing the same way about you though!"

I hadn't thought about boys and I had no idea what I'd do if a boy
approached me. Mom told that if a boy did start talking to me that I
should relax and treat him the way I'd want a girl to treat me. I 
said I'd try but couldn't promise anything. It just seemed silly that
any boy would be interested in me!

As we were leaving mom said that she had decided to go to a mall
further away than usual. She felt this would lessen any chance of
someone knowing us. Also she said that it didn't seem right to call a
pretty girl by a boy's name,. Therefore I would become her daughter
"Kristen!"  

	I lthought Kristen was as good a name as any and mom made sure I got
used to hearing it as we drove to the mall!



Mom and I talked non-stop all the way to the mall. Actually, I did
most of the talking. I was so excited that mom couldn't get a word in
edgewise!  I was constantly checking myself in the car's vanity
mirror. I wanted to  make  sure my makeup and hair were perfect! 

I didn't care though, I had a stomach full of butterflies and need to
be sure!  

"Sorry mom,"  I said nervously, "I just want to make sure I look like
a girl."

 Mom patted me on the hand as she drove. "I understand Kristen,"  she
said. "But you'll have to trust me. You're an average teenage girl! No
one would ever believe you're really a boy!"  

I felt better hearing that from mom but still stole occasional glances
at the mirror.

We finally arrived at a mall about thirty minutes from where we lived.
No one at school ever talked about this place so I thought we'd be
safe. Still if mom had only parked closer to the entrance!  I slid my
legs  to the side as mom had shown me and stepped out to greet he
world as Kristen!  

 I thought the sound of my heels was going to make everyone we passed
stop and stare at me. I soon found out that mom was right, people
never looked at me twice. Everyone we passed walked by as if there was
nothing wrong! 

I began to relax and enjoy myself as we walked into the mall. Soon the
butterflies were gone and mom and I were having a wonderful time! Our
first stop of course was the department store to buy my jacket!   I
was thrilled to find an entire rack of jackets to choose from and
couldn't wait to find my size.

 Mom stopped me and reminded me that it wouldn't be right for a girl
to have such an interest in guy's jackets. I had to wait patiently
while she picked one out in my size. I was heartbroken to have to wait
until we got home to try it on.

Mom suggested that we spend a little time and shop around. By then I
was feeling pretty confident in the way I looked so I agreed. Little
did I know that mom wanted to shop for clothes for Kristen! Mom made
straight for the Junior dress department with me tagging along as fast
as I could.

 "Where are we going now mom?" I asked.

 Mom never even looked back; she just kept walking towards the dresses.

Once we reached mom's target she began to pull out dresses and ask my
opinion of them. Most were really cute but I couldn't see the need for them.

 "Why bother mom,"  I asked quietly,  "I don't need any more clothes!"
 This time mom acted as if I had lost my marbles.

 "You can never have too many pretty outfits Kristen,"  she replied calmly.

 Handing me a short sleeved pink dress she said, "Hold this while I
look for some others. No point in only taking one dress to try on!"

I was getting a little worried now. I had started this as a means to
get a jacket and it looked as though I was going to end up with a new
wardrobe! What was I supposed to do? 

I was standing in the middle of the girls dress department looking
like a teenage girl. I couldn't very well say "Enough dresses mom, I'm
a boy remember!" 

 All I could do was to go along for the ride!  Before too long I was
standing in my slip preparing to try on six different outfits!

I was pulling  the pink dress down over my slip when the curtain
opened. A saleswoman poked her head in and asked if I needed any help.
I smiled sweetly and asked if she could zip me up. The woman helped me
pull the dress the  rest of the way down and then zipped it up for me.
 She smiled at me and told me how pretty I looked and asked if the
dress was for a special occasion. I told her that mom had just decided
to pick me up a few new dresses.

 As she left the woman said, "You're lucky, with your looks and
figure, you'll look great in anything!" 

By now mom was wondering what had happened to me. She saw the
saleswoman leaving and asked me if everything was okay. When I told
her what had happened she laughed.

 "See"  she said. "Didn't I tell you how pretty you looked!"   

Mom's remark barely helped calm my heart which was beating wildly,
that saleswoman had scared me half to death!  Yet I felt a sense of
calm knowing that she had really thought that I was a girl!

By the time we finished with  the dresses I had tried on about twenty
of them in all sorts of styles! I was having a great time picking out
all sorts of different dresses, skirts, and tops! Soon mom just stood
back and let me pick out the clothes I wanted to try on! There were so
many different styles that I had a hard time deciding which ones to try!

When I finished tring on outfitts and had changed into my own dress I
saw mom at the cash register. I was now the proud (?) owner of three
new dresses along with several skirts and tops!

As we left the cash register area I asked mom why she had bought them. 

"I thought they were the prettiest of all that you tried on."  was her
matter of fact response! 

 "But mom," I said panicky, "how do I explain them to dad?"

Mom told me she'd keep my dresses in her closet. "I could wear them on
special occasions," she advised me! I was really worried now. What
possible "special occasions" would I want to wear a dress for?  This
had started out as a harmless game but mom was taking it far too seriously!

 I tried not to think of it ! I followed mom to our next stop. I soon
found myself starting at a rack of lace trimmed panties on little hangers!

"I can't wear these" I whispered to mom. "What if someone see them on
me?" 

 Mom confidently picked out several pairs and put them into our cart.
"And since when do you show other people your underwear?"  She asked.

  It was a good point. I wasn't in the habit of showing off my
underwear to people.  Also I'd only be wearing them with my "Special
Occasion"  outfits, right?  Once again mom's strange logic won the
argument for her! Mom also decided to pick up a few packs of regular
panties -- for 'everyday wear ' she said!  I was afraid to ask what
she meant by that!

Before we finished I had some of the prettiest panties a girl could
want, two new half slips in pink and yellow, three new padded bras,
and several pairs of stockings ! I hated to imagine what might happen
if someone opened my underwear drawer and saw all of my lingerie!  

Mom gave me pointers on how to act more ladylike throughout the day. I
learned how to walk, stand and sit like a girl! Mom seemed very happy
with my progress, often complimenting me on my actions. 

After we finished with lingerie we went over to the sportswear
department. Mom said that she decided I wouldn't look right wearing
her long skirt for my class play. Soon I was trying on a pretty blue
denim mini skirt just like the one Jim wore! 

 Mom seemed as pleased as I was when I modeled the skirt for her.  It
was a little shorter than the dress I had been wearing so I had to
pull up my slip a little bit. I picked out a cute, Peach colored,
pullover top to wear with it and mom found me a  pretty white blouse
for the play!  Mom told me that I had great looking legs and should
wear mini skirts more often. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to
manage that but she was right. I can honestly say that I looked great!

By the time we left that store mom had spent almost two hundred
dollars on girls' clothes for me. She told me not to worry, she'd find
a way for me to make use of them! I hated to see mom spend so much
money but she seemed so happy to be shopping with me. I was a little
worried about getting in over my head but then I remembered how nice
it felt to be dressed up and kept shopping!   

When we finished shopping mom suggested that we stop for lunch. That
seemed like a great idea to me but I had a problem which needed taken
care of. I had to use the bathroom and fast!  While mom was checking
out I asked the sales clerk where the rest room's were.

 She smiled and  pointed behind me. "The Ladies room is back there
miss!" 

 "Miss?" Then it hit me!  I was going to have to use the Ladies bathroom!

Mom looked at me and grinned. "Go ahead Kristen,"  she said. "I'll
wait here for you!" 

 I was stuck! I couldn't wait any longer and dressed as I was I
couldn't use the men's room!  Accepting my fate I set off to the
ladies room! 

I hesitated before entering but my bladder wouldn't wait. I gently
eased the door open and entered the room. Several women were at a
mirror doing their hair and makeup. Smiling as I passed I entered a
stall and quickly locked the door behind me! 

 I lifted my dress and slip, pulled down my stockings and panties and
sat down. I had passed a major test in being Kristen! I had been
accepted as a girl in a ladies rest room!  It had been so easy that I
couldn't understand why I had been afraid. Mom had done a terrific job
of turning me into a girl!  

My need taken care of I pulled my panties and nylons up, adjusted my
dress and left the stall. I decided to take mom's advice and began to
touch up my makeup. Mom had told me to make sure I didn't over do it.
I was she told me, still too young to use much makeup! 

 I touched up my lipstick, brushed my hair, picked up my purse and
left. Mom was waiting back at the checkout and smiled  when she saw
me. 

"Was everything okay sweetheart?"  She asked. 

 "Sure mom," I giggled. "Shouldn't it have been?" 

 Mom took a playful whack at me. "I love you Kristen,"  she said. 

I put my arm around her waist and squeezed her. "I love you too mom!"
I giggled.

We went out to a small restaurant for lunch and then it was back to
the mall! I never realized how much women liked to shop before. I had
heard girls talk about it but never knew why they took so much time! 
Today I figured it out. There was just so much to choose from that no
girl could possibly pick out an outfit in a short time!

 I was thrilled by all of the pretty styles and colors that I had to
choose from! As Mike I had the option of a shirt and slacks -- period!
 As Kristen, I had many decisions to make for what I wore. If I
decided on a skirt I had to decide on long, medium or short.

 Would I wear a dressy skirt or something more casual? If I wore a
skirt I'd also need a top. Once again, dressy or casual!  Did I even
want to wear a skirt and top? Maybe I'd pick a dress to wear; then I
wouldn't have to worry about what top to wear! 

 Who knows I might even feel like wearing slacks, then I didn't need
to worry about stockings! Life as a girl had so many options!

Mom and I walked around the mall until she came to a shop that sold
housewares. I wasn't interested so I told her I'd just sit out in
front and wait for her. She asked if I was sure I'd be okay and I told
her I'd be fine. I was so into being Kristen that I never considered
why she might have asked!

It didn't take long before I was spotted by a couple of teenage boys
cruising the mall! Before I knew it they were sitting near me,
laughing and  acting silly! I realized that they were trying to
attract my attention! These guys thought they had a cute girl in sight
and were moving in for the kill!

Within minutes the bravest of them approached me. 

"Hi,"  he said smiling at me. "Are you new around here?"  

I knew it was an ice breaking line but the guy seemed nice.

 "Hi," I said flashing him a smile. "I'm doing some shopping with my
mom. We're not from around here."  

Before I knew it I was carrying on a conversation with this kid! He
told me his name was Rick and that he was a sophomore at the local
high school. He and his friends liked to hang around the mall on
Saturdays for fun. I introduced myself as Kristen, told him I was in
the eight grade and had never been here before. Rick talked to me
until mom came out of the store. She strolled over to where my new
friend and I were and said hello. 

"Hi mom," I said cheerfully. "This is Rick, he's a tenth grader at the
local high school."  Mom was very pleasant to Rick and he turned out
to be very sweet and polite to her.  When mom told me it was time to
go Rick asked if he and I could go to the snack bar while she shopped.
Mom smiled at me and said it was okay with her if I wanted to! 

 Rick looked at me. "Come on Kristen," he said anxiously. "Let me
treat you to a Coke, okay?"

I  was tired of running around with mom anyway and this guy was going
to treat me to a cold drink. How could I say no?  Mom said she'd meet
us at the snack bar and off I went with my new friend!  As I looked
back at mom I could see her break into a wide grin! Her daughter had
found a boyfriend!

Rick was very nice. He told me how pretty I looked in my dress and
said that he liked the way I did my hair! I couldn't believe how good
he was making me feel!

 We spent nearly an hour sitting there sipping Cokes and munching
pizza. I didn't care if I was a boy in a dress, I enjoyed the way he
made me feel! We talked about school and hobbies. Luckily for me one
of my favorite hobbies was roller skating. 

I don't know how Rick would have enjoyed talking about my playing
second base for a boy's baseball team!

Soon our time was up and mom returned. Rick asked if he could have my
phone number but I told him mom didn't allow boys to call me yet! He
seemed disappointed but recovered quickly enough to suggest we go
roller skating on Sunday! 

Mom politely declined for me saying that I was still too young to
date. Rick seemed bummed out by the news but smiled and said that he
was still happy to have gotten to know me. 

I couldn't believe the effect I had on this guy. Here I was,
pretending to be a girl and this kid wanted to date me!  Mom told me
that I should expect this sort of thing to happen. After all I did
look pretty in my dress and nylons! "Nothing gets a boy worked up
faster than seeing a pretty girl in a dress"  Mom said with a wink!

We called it a day and went back to the car. I was sort of sad to have
to leave but mom said that we got what we came to buy.

 "That was true," I thought to myself. I got the jacket I wanted plus
the beginnings of a gorgeous wardrobe.  

When we finally got bach home no helped me put my things away. She
kept my dresses in her closet but told me to put my lingerie in with
my regular clothes.

 "But what if Dad see's them?"  I asked.  Mom said not to worry, dad
wass much too busy to go looking through my stuff.

I spent the rest of the day as Kristen, looking at clothing catalogues
with mom and admiring the pretty outfits. Mom told me that I'd have to
forget about kristen for a while since dad would be home tommorrow.
Noting that I seemed sad she said that I could wear panties under my
slacks if I wanted to,

I hurried to take a bath  pouring  the scented bath oil into the tub!
I sat back to remember a weekend I never would have thought possible!
Just a few short days ago I had been shocked to see my best friend
dressed as a girl.

 He had dressed in his own home and I thought he was crazy. Yet I had
just spent an entire day shopping as Kristen!  I wondered what I'd say
to Jim on Monday and how I'd act when dad came home. All of this
because I had wanted a leather jacket bad enough to let my mother turn
me into a girl for a day!



 The next morning I got up and had breakfast as if nothing had happened.
Dad was home by then and asked how everything went while he was gone. I
told him that it had been a pretty quiet week but that I was glad he was
home. Dad smiled at me,  "Mom tells me you landed a part in your class
play!"

He said. "I'll bet you're happy about that!"

I just stared at him. "Everyone got a part dad," I explained. "Some kids
got better parts than others though!"

Dad didn't appear to understand. 

"What kind of part did you get?"  He asked, trying to keep the
conversation alive.

It seemed that mom hadn't filled him in on everything so I thought I
might as well get it over with. I told him about how we would be doing
our section on the western United States. I tried not to go into too
much detail but dad wanted to know everything. Unfortunately everything
included the dance section too! "I get to be one of the dancers."  I
sighed. "Mom promised to help me with my costume!"

Dad just wouldn't leave well enough alone though.

"What kind of costume do you need for western dancing"  He asked. "A
pair of jeans, a checkered shirt. Doesn't seem that hard to me!"

Mom had been sitting there quietly, just looking at me with a stupid
grin. I hoped she'd just keep quiet but my luck had run out!

"Actually dear,"  she said smiling. "Mike needs a white blouse and a
denim skirt. He'll be one of the girls!"

Dad broke into laughter!  "You have to wear a skirt?"  Dad was laughing
so hard tears were running down his cheeks!  "I can hardly wait to see
this play!"

Dad seemed to find my situation hilariously funny. I'm not sure I
appreciated his sense of humor though. After all I had to be the one
wearing the skirt!  When dad finished laughing he told me to do my best
for the play. He said he was sure that mom would help all that she
could. Mom was only to happy to volunteer that she was loaning me a
denim skirt and white top.

"Wait until you see how he looks,"  she said. "He'll be the cutest girl
in the play!"

"Why wait,"  asked  dad. "Mike, go try on your costume. I want to see
how you'll look!"

The last thing I wanted to do was to model a skirt for my dad but he and
mom insisted so I went to change. I  got the skirt and top from mom's
closet and went to change. Without thinking I took off my pajamas and
put on the clothes.

Feeling very silly I went back to show dad.

"Not bad,"  dad said. "I'm sure mom will help fix you up for the play
though!"

Mom said that she'd make sure I looked good and told me to get changed.

Relieved to have finally told dad I changed into a shirt and jeans. The
rest of the day went without any problems. Dad never mentioned the play
again and I hoped that with any luck he'd be out of town when it was put
on.

The next morning I was getting ready for school when just for the heck
of it I decided to wear panties. I reached to the very back of my drawer
and pulled out a pair of pink, 'Everyday' panties mom had bought me. As
I pulled them on I couldn't help smiling! they felt so good and I
thought it would be fun to have a little secret no one could guess!  I
pulled my pants and shirt on and went down for breakfast.

Mom noticed the smile on my face and asked what was up. Dad was sitting
there so I couldn't come out and tell her that I was wearing panties. I
just told her that I felt in a good mood this morning and left it at
that. I finished breakfast, said good-bye to her and dad and left for
school.

On the way to school Jim and I talked about the play. Jim was anxious
for our music class, he thought it was fun learning to dance as a girl!
When I agreed that it was getting to be fun Jim seemed relieved. I
didn't want to talk about it anymore though, I wasn't sure how much I
could really tell him.

I forgot all about my underwear until I had to use the restroom at
school. I was puzzled at first by the feel of my panties but quickly
remembered what I was wearing. It seemed funny to me that I had more in
common with the girls in my music class than just the play!

I really enjoyed music class that day, we were getting more into the
dancing and I was really getting good at it!  Best of all the girls were
really nice to Jim and me, we had gotten to be friends with several of
the prettiest girls in class!

I couldn't wait for  chance to ask them out!

That night I told mom and dad that maybe it wouldn't be too bad being in
the play. At least I met some good looking girls. Dad asked if we were
being teased by the other guys for our parts. I told him that instead of
teasing us they were being even nicer! They wanted us to introduce them
to some of the girls!

Dad seemed relieved that I was taking it so well and kept saying that he
couldn't wait to see the play!

The weeks seemed to fly by and soon it was time to put on the play. We
were told to meet that evening in costume so we could save time. That
was okay with me, I didn't care for the idea of putting on my skirt in
front of the other guys!

That evening mom told me to take a bath and get ready.  After I finished
my bath I put on a robe and went back to my room to get dressed. Mom met
me in the hall and said that she'd laid out my clothes for me.

When I saw what was on my bed I almost died! Not only had mom set out my
new skirt and top but she had also laid out a pair of my prettiest
panties, a half slip and stockings!  I stood there in shock for a moment
until I heard mom behind me.

"Hurry up Kristen,"  she said in a low voice. "I set out some things I
thought you'd enjoy!

I tried to tell her that I couldn't wear those things, afraid someone
would notice. Mom refused to listen though. She kept saying that
everything would be fine. She said that I'd need the stockings to look
just right and that the slip would keep my skirt from sticking to me.
The panties, she said with a laugh, were just to make me fell more
relaxed!

I couldn't imagine how I'd relax knowing that I was wearing panties and
a slip but mom insisted.  After she left I quickly locked my door and
began dressing.

The panties were  a real pretty peach color with a lace panel in the
front. I quickly slipped them on and pulled on my stockings took an
extra moment to admire my legs in the mirror before pulling on my slip.
I sort of wondered how mom had overlooked giving me a bra t owear ubt I
was grateful for small miracles!

I pulled on my skirt, tucked in my blouse and checked to make sure my
slip didn't show. Satisfied that all was well I finished zipping up my
skirt and buttoned it.

Stepping into a pair of mom's black flats I took another look in the
mirror. My hair made me look like a boy but I was sure mom would take
care of that. Mom sat me in front of her dresser and after several
minutes of brushing, teasing, and hair spray she let me see how I
looked. I didn't look much like a boy anymore but was nowhere near as
pretty as I looked as Kristen. I thought mom would make me wear her
hairpiece again but she said it would attract too much attention. I was
happy I wouldn't have to explain showing up with long wavy hair!

Mom and I left the bedroom and went into the living room to show dad how
I looked. He looked at me, smiled, and let out a whistle. I was slightly
embarrassed at his definite approval but for some reason I liked it!

Dad walked over to me and jokingly told me that I'd be a real
heartbreaker and to watch out for the boys!

"That's silly dad,"  I said laughing. "All the other guys know I had to
do this. I doubt they'll be a problem!"

Dad just smiled and said, "I don't know, you 're an awfully cute girl
you know!"

Before dad could continue teasing me mom insisted we had to leave for
the play. I wished that I could thank dad for the compliments but
thought that might cause some problems. Mom gave me one of her jackets
and we headed for our car. Dad opened and held moms door for her then
smiled and  did the same for me. I knew he was just fooling around but I
smiled and thanked him anyway. I tucked my skirt beneath me as I sat
down then swung my legs into the car the way mom had taught me. Dad's
looked at me strangely then gently closed my door!

When we finally got to school Jim and his family were also arriving. Jim
looked cute in his sisters skirt and top and he kept telling me how nice
I looked. I suppose it was nice of Jim to compliment me but I was
worried that it might lead to problems. I wanted to shove something into
his mouth to shut him up but it was too late.

Jim looked at my skirt and said that he thought I looked great in a
mini- skirt! He asked where I had gotten my skirt since mom said she
didn't have one. I told him that mom had found one in her closet and
hoped he'd shut up but he was acting as if we were two girls discussing
our outfits.  Luckily for me dad didn't seem to be paying attention to
what Jim was saying.

Once inside Jim and I went to meet the other kids before we went on
stage. A couple of guys whistled at us when we walked up and we put our
hands on our hips and swung our butts. The guys  laughed and whistled
some more as we kept joking around. A.couple of the girls that we had
become friends with told us how nice we looked and it was then that I
noticedthat Jim and I looked jsut like the other girls. At least Mrs.
Sloan would be happy!!

Before I knew it we were going on stage for the play. I was doing my
best to keep calm, hoping that it would all be over soon. The dance seen
went very well, my partner turned out to be one of my friends which made
me feel much better. When we had finished our routine the boys lined up
on one side and the girls on another. Our teacher gave us the cue and
the boys bowed while we girls curtsied. All I could think about was that
I hoped my slip didn't show and that I was glad to be done.

We left the stage and sat down to watch the rest of the play. Several
minutes later I was horrified to glance down and notice that I had
crossed my legs just like the other girls! I quickly uncrossed them and
hoped no one had noticed. I guess mom's teaching me to act like a girl
had really sunk in! Several of the girls were whispering to each other
and glancing over at me.

Finally one of them came over and asked if I'd do her a favor. Kathy was
really cute and without a thought I agreed. Just my luck,  I  had agreed
to accompany her on-stage to present our teacher with a bouquet of
flowers!

I couldn't back out,  I had become friendly with Kathy during the last
few weeks and didn't want to make her mad.  She seemed happy that I
agreed and told me that I'd hand Mrs. Sloan the flowers while she read a
little speech. There was nothing for me to do but smile and promise to
do my best. This play was causing me more problems all the time. I was
glad it was over thinking that maybe now things would get back to
normal!

After the other classes finished their parts my friend Kathy and I went
backstage to prepare for our presentation. As promised Kathy gave me the
flowers and we walked on-stage as Mrs. Sloan was called up. Kathy read a
little speech thanking Mrs. Sloan while I stood in the background trying
to be invisible.

In what seemed like a split second Kathy was motioning me to come
forward with the flowers. I felt very silly cradling a bouquet of
flowers in my arms and was only too happy to give them to Mrs. Sloan.
She thanked Kathy and me and gave each of us a hug. When my turn came
she put her arms around me and thanked me.

"You look very pretty Mike,"  she whispered. "Thank you for doing this."

I followed Kathy back to our seats and without thinking I tucked my
skirt under as I sat down and folded my legs.  Luckily for me only Jim
noticed what I had done. Unluckily he made sure to bring it up to me
later!

As we were getting ready to leave Jim's mom suggested that we stop at a
local fast food shop for a quick bite to eat. Assuming that we'd stop at
home to change first I quickly agreed, I never passed up a chance for a
burger and fries!

I left mom and dad to settle things with Jim's mom and quickly hopped
into the car.

It wasn't long before I noticed that we missed the turn that would have
taken us home. We were headed straight for the restaurant with Jim and
me still in skirts!

"Excuse me dad," I asked hesitantly. "Shouldn't we stop home first so I
can get changed?"

Dad laughed, "No Mike,"  he said. "We decided it would take too long for
you two to change so just try to make the best of it!"

I was terrified! I didn't mind spending an entire day shopping as
Kristen but I looked like a girl then. I couldn't imagine anyone really
believing I was a girl tonight! Mom looked back and winked at me.

"You and Jim look very cute tonight honey,"  she told me. "trust me no
one will look at you twice!"

I  thought I could act like I did at the mall but I was afraid t do that
around dad. What would he think of me if I acted like a girl around him?
Before I could worry about it we pulled into the restaurant parking lot.
Dad parked next to Jim's mom and got out first. He walked around and
opened mom's door for her then before I could reach for the handle he
opened mine.

Dad smiled as I stepped out of the car. "Just think of it as part of
your class play Mike, you'll do just fine."

What could I do, I was standing in a parking lot wearing a skirt,
blouse, stockings, and a pair of women's shoes. There was nowhere else
to go and I was hungry. Mom brushed my hair  and gave me an extra  purse
she just happened to ahve with her.  I looked over to Jim thinking that
at least I wouldn't be alone in my misery. Wrong!  Jim was standing
there with a stupid grin on his face!

"Isn't this great Mike!"  He asked as he walked over to me. "Everyone's
going to think we're really girls!"

"Let's hope so Jim,"  I said quietly. "Otherwise we' better not go back
to school on Monday!"

Our families were already headed for the door so we hurried to catch up
to them. As we approached the door dad held it open and waved us
through.

Dad looked at me quizzickly then asked om where I got the purse. Mom 

just brushed him off saying that she had meant to give it away but left
it in the car. Dad seemed to believe her, at leasthe didn't ask any more
questions.

"Right this way girls,"  he said with a laugh. "Ladies before
gentlemen!"

Inside we took a few minutes to decide what to order. I wanted a triple
cheeseburger, a large order of fries, and a large Coke. Mom quietly told
me that I was a young lady tonight and would eat like one. I ended up
with a cheeseburger and a small coke.

Dad and Jim's mom went to order while the rest of us sat down. Heather
giggled as Jim gently tucked his skirt under him and slid into the
booth. Jim's movements were so smooth and feminine he made me jealous. I
looked at him, smiled, then slid into the booth as gracefully as I
could.

Heather sat down next to JIm and laughed. "You girls are making me feel
like a truck driver!"

"Sorry Heather,"  Jim said giggling. "I didn't realize I was showing you
up!"

Dad and Jim's mom came back with our food just then and dad wanted to
know what we ladies were laughing about. Mom of course just had to
explain that Jim was  so feminine that she and Heather felt like a
couple of guys! Maybe I was wrong but Jim's mom smiled as if she were
proud of Jim's mannerisms.

Looking at mom I noticed that she was looking at me as if she was happy
with our little charade! If I pnly looked more like a girl this could be
fun!

Dad seemed kind of confused, he just looked at me for a moment, shrugged
his shoulders and sat down. We finished our meal then walked back to our
cars to go home. I was amazed, another outing as Kristen and no one
seemed to notice me!  Was itr possible that I looked and acted that much
like a girl?

During the drive home I decided to ask mom if I could spend some time as
Kristen sometime soon!  I was having fun fooling everyone and wondered
how well I could do.

When we got home I plopped down on the couch, kicked off the shoes I
wore and propped my feet on the coffee table. Dad walked into the room
and sat down beside me. He gently slapped my leg and told me to sit like
a lady. I automatically took my feet down, sat up straight, and put my
legs together.

"You did that quite well Mike,"  Dad said to me . "How'd you learn to
act so much like a girl?"

I explained that mom had taught me a few things to make sure I didn't
screw up for the play. Dad smiled, pulled me close for a hug and said
that I had obviously learned my lessons well. I wasn't' sure how to take
that but didn't want to start trouble. I hugged dad and said thanks then
pretended to be interested in a movie until he left.

Things were different after that. Mom insisted that I spend more time
helping around the house and running errands for her. If dad wasn't in
the room she might point out a dress or some other outfit in an
advertisement and ask my opinion of it. Needless to say she never asked
my opinion of any guys clothes.

One day after school I asked mom if she'd mind if I could get dressed up
until dad came home from work. Mom was delighted that I'd want to get
dressed up again! She told me to pick out something pretty and she'd do
my hair again. I rushed to my room and began to get changed. I began
searching my dresser drawer for just the right pair of panties to wear.
It had been several weeks since the play and I felt like I just had to
wear the prettiest panties I could find. That wasn't easy since mom had
taken a lot of trouble to pick out my 'Special Occasion'  panties and
they were all beautiful. I finally decided on a pair of baby blue
panties with a lace waistband. I picked out a pretty half slip that
matched the color of my panties, a pair of white pantyhose, and one of
my padded bras. I practically tore off the clothes I had worn to school
and began to get dressed.

It felt great to put panties on again and my legs looked so pretty in my
sheer, white stockings. I steeped into my slip and went to get mom's
help with my bra and to pick a dress from her closet. Mom hugged me when
she saw me and asked if I liked wearing girls underwear.

"I just can' t believe how easy it is to be a girl," I said offhandedly.
"Actually it's not that bad!"

Mom just laughed,  "I knew you'd enjoy dressing like a girt once you got
used to it!  she said . "But believe me it's not as easy as you think!"

She went to the back of her closet and picked a dress. It was dark blue
with white eyelet trim at the collar and sleeves. It was mode of some
sort of silky material that made me feel so much like a girl!

I unzipped it just enough so that I could pull it over my head then
reached behind me to zip it to the top.

"Good girl Kristen!"  Mom said proudly, "You remembered how to zip your
dress!"

"I told you it was easy!" I said.  That was probably the wrong thing to
say!

"If you think it's that easy then you wouldn't mind finding out , would
you ?" Mom asked.

I didn't know what mom had in mind but once again I shot my mouth off
and told her it wasn't that harf to be a girl. She just smiled and said
she hoped I'd find out!

I found my suede shoes in the bottom of a pile of moms shoes and stepped
into them. No sooner had I put them on then I began to have memories of
my debut as Kristen!  I thought I had done such a great job, even
fooling another boy.  I finished dressing and went to see mom.

Mom asked me if I'd help her straighten up and set the table for dinner.
As Mike I had never wanted to be bothered with what I had considered
work for girls but now as Kristen I was happy to help! In no time at all
we had cleaned the kitchen and set the table for dinner. When we
finished mom and I went into the living room to talk.  We spent a long
time talking about how I felt wearing girls clothes and if it bothered
me. Mom promised that she'd forget all about it if I wanted to.

I took a while to think about it. Part of me felt silly wearing girls
clothes and pretending ot be Kristen but another part of me was having a
really fun time!  I knew that if anyone ever found out about kristen I'd
be laughed out of school yet I sort of liked the way my panties and
nylons felt and I really liked the way mom was treating me. Since I had
tried my first dress on mom and I seemed closer than ever. We laughed
and talked about everything and just had a terrific time!

I told mom how I felt about dressing up and that I was afraid people
would laugh at me. She said that no one needed to know that I liked to
dress up like a girl . She's keep my dresses and stuff out of sight and
only she and I would know where about them. Wit that settled my only
problem was that it didn't seem right for mme to wear girls clothes. Mom
said that as long as I wasn't hurting anyone she really didn't see
anything wrong. Then she looked at me and said that her and dad had
always wanted  to have two kids but after I was born they found that
they couldn't have any more. Mom said that  they wanted a boy and agirl
but would never be able to have the girl.

That pretty much sold me. I decided that I wasn't hurting anyone, no one
would ever know , and it would make mom happy so I would continue to be
her daughter Krsiten!

After I told mom she gave me a big hug and kiss. She promised that she'd
help me learn to dress and act like a girl so that no one would know I
was a boy and that we'dahve lot's of fun going shopping as mother and
daughter. I was glad she was happy and I was sort of happy too but I
still worried about dad's finding out.

I snuggled  close to mom and  we looking at pretty outfits in a
catalogue.. Mom and I had a great time looking at all of the pretty
dresses but soon I had to change before dad got home. Before I got up
however I leaned close to mom and gave her a big kiss on the cheek.

"Wow!"  Said mom, clearly surprised at my affectionate attitude. "What
did I do to deserve that?"

"That was for showing me how much fun I could have as a girl!"  I said.

As I was leaving mom suggested that I leave my panties and stockings on
under my boys clothes. She said she thought it would make me feel
better. I wasn't going to argue with her, I thought it was fantastic
idea too! Hurrying to my room I took out mom's hairpiece, stepped out of
my dress and slip, and removed my bra. I pulled my jeans and top on over
my stockings and put on socks to hide them.

Later at dinner I noticed that I got the funniest felling when I moved
in my chair. The panties and stockings I was wearing would rub against
my butt and send a tingling feeling up and down my spine. I managed to
be very helpful and pass all kinds of things around the table that
evening!

When I got ready for my bath that night mom handed me a bar of soap and
asked me to take it in with me. I looked at the soap and smiled. The
label said it was a beauty bar designed to keep a woman's skin soft and
smooth. I finished reading the label and looked up to see mom smiling at
me.

"Just a little something for us girls!"  she said. "Set it on the side,
we wouldn't want dad using it!"

I took the soap in with me and while I was filling the rub I unwrapped
it and set it on the side of the tub where mom kept her stuff. It had a
very nice smell to it and was rounded instead of squared off like our
usual soap. I got into the tub and instead of reaching for the regular
soap I_decided to try mom's. It was terrific, leaving me feeling as
smooth and silky as if I had used mom's bath oil! I decided to use this
soap whenever I could!

I had been due for a haircut someone time back but mom insisted that I
wait. Sometimes when dad was out of town mom would show me how to make
it look  pretty. Even though my hair was long for a boy I kept it neat
and a few of my friends were letting theirs grow too!  I wondered if
they'd also be sitting down having their moms fix it into a pretty style
too!

One afternoon after school mom asked if I'd like to try being a girl
around kids my own age. I thought it would be a blastso i quickly
agreed! Mom explained that dad would be out of town that weekend and
that she thought I might like to try roller skating as a girl! I had a
pretty good idea what she had in mind so I asked just where we would go.

Mom laughed and said she knew a place not far from the mall we had gone
to. She wondered how I'd handle attention from boys.

"Any boy in particular mom?" I asked.

Mom acted as if she didn't know what I meant.

"You never know who you'll run into !"  she chuckled.

Dad went out of town on Friday so when I got home fom school I
immediately changed into girls clothes. I spent the evening getting
pointers on acting like a girl. I learned more about how to walk and do
simple things in a feminine way. Mom taught me to sit down slowly and
cross my legs even if I was wearing slacks. She said that was the way
young ladies sat and she expected her daughter to act the same way. I
soon realized that I had a lot to remember if I was to be a girl. It
wouldn't be as easy as I thought since I never knew all of these things.

When it was time for bed I ran my bath water and while I was undressing
added a little scented bath oil just for kicks!  It was a great bath, so
nice and warm. When I finished I felt very smooth and smelled so nice! I
pulled on a pair of bright red panties I had picked out, they seemed
pretty and I really felt like a girl in them. I slipped a pink flannel
nightgown over my head and pulled it down around me. Ever since I had
agreed to keep dressing as Kristen mom had been picking up clothes for
me whenever she had a chance I had several pretty dresses, a couple of
skirts and tops, two nightgowns and lingerie in every color of the
rainbow!

Mom said she thought I looked especially cute since my nightgown was
trimmed with lace at the sleeves and collar and flared out at  the
bottom. I quickly gave her a goodnight kiss and went to bed anxious for
the next morning.

Mom promised to give me a different style this time and after much
brushing and pinning she arranged it into a cute ponytail which was ried
with a green scarf that matched my top. I just loved the way it looked!
Every time I shook my head my ponytail would bounce around and the green
scarf hanging down on the sides gave me a truly coordinated outfit!  I
couldn't have a skating dress and matching panties but I was thrilled to
look like a really cute girl!  I put on a cute girls jacket mom had
bought for me, picked up my purse and followed mom to the garage.

As we were headed for the skating rink I began to wonder what I was
doing. Why was I interested in meting Rick?  It seemed like fun to me to
try to fool people into thinking I was a girl. Now I seemed to be the
one who got fooled. I felt like I'd never felt before, was this what
people called 'Puppy Love' ? I thought I was supposed to have my first
crush on a girl, not as a girl!

We were at the skating rink before I knew it and it was too late too
back out even if I wanted to.  I was having a great time and thought I'd
just relax and enjoy myself for now!  Puppy love wasn't supposed to last
and I'd be back at school on Monday as Mike. Why didn't that make me
feel any better? Once inside I rented a pair of girls skates and began
to look around. I didn't see anyone I knew which made me happy and sad.
I was happy that no one from school was there but sad that neither was
Rick!  I put on my skates and decided to make the most of it!

I did have a great time, I always did like to skate and when it came
time for the first couple skate a guy did ask me to skate with him. It
felt just a little strange to be holding hands with a guy while we
skated around but he was so sweet and friendly. He made me feel like I
was special and was happy to hear anything I had to say. After the
couple skate we sat and talked for a little while before he asked if we
could skate together again.  I smiled and agreed, he took my hand and we
spent the rest of the afternoon skating together.  At the end of the day
he actually kissed me on the cheek! Good grief, my first  kiss and it
was from another boy! Now I was getting very confused!

When we got home that afternoon mom suggested that I put on something
nice and we'd go somewhere for dinner.  I traded my jeans in for a
pretty brown suede skirt with a slip and stockings. I slipped on my
brown pumps and mom and I were off for dinner at a small restaurant
across town to avoid anyone recognizing me.  We were waiting to be
seated when a voice from behind us said

"I didn't expect to run into you here Nancy!"

I was desperately hoping it was a mistake but I knew that voice - it was
Jim's mother!  I had nowhere to hide and I was certain that Mrs. Wald
would recognize me. Mom put her hand on my shoulder to turn me around.
"Aren't you going to say hello to Mrs .Wald?"  She asked.  The last
thing on this earth I wanted to do was to say hello to Jim's mother but
before I could resist mom had turned me around to face Mrs. Wald,
Heather, and Heather's girlfriend. Mrs. Wald was smiling at me as were
Heather and her friend.

Heather's friend was really cute! She had short, wavy, Auburn hair with
bangs that drew attention to a pretty face.  She kept smiling at me and
although she was cute I couldn't bring myself to smile back at her. I
didn't have a chance with this girl since I knew Heather would spill the
beans about me. Finally she laughed and said, " That's a pretty outfit
your wearing, you look really nice!"

When I heard that voice my jaw dropped open!  Heather's cute friend
turned out to be Jim!

I did a double take at Jim. He was wearing a pretty yellow dress,
stockings, and black pumps!   Around his neck was a gold necklace and
hoop earrings hung from his ears. A girls sweater was draped across his
arm and a purse dangled from his hands!

Relieved, I broke into a big grin. "Thanks" I replied. "You' re looking
pretty good too!"

Laughing, Mrs. Wald said to mom, "I don't believe you've met my daughter
Jill, have you Nancy?"

'Mom laughed and replied that she didn't believe she'd ever met Jill
before then introduced me to Mrs. Wald and Heather.

"You're very pretty Kristen,"  Mrs. Wald said as she looked at my skirt
and top. Turning to mom she suggested that we share a table so that Jill
and I could get better acquainted!  Mom thought that was a terrific idea
saying she was sure we had a lot in common!

Jim and I sat and giggled like a couple of teenage girls as we talked
about what had happened to us. I asked him how he learned to act so much
like a girl and he said he'd been practicing since the day we told our
mom's. Jim said that his mom kept telling him how cute he looked as a
girl and one day asked if he would put Heather's clothes on again. Jim's
dad had died a few years ago and I knew he'd do anything for his mom.
Well Jim said that since he sort of liked the way he looked and felt
anyway he agreed to let her dress him.

Jim's mother picked out a pair of panties, a slip, bra, and stockings
and had Jim put them on.  She then brought out a dress that had a
netting of lace over a light blue background and helped Jim into it.
Once she zipped him up she had him put on a pair of Heather's white
pumps then brushed his thick, wavy hair into a pretty style with bangs.
When she finally let him look in a mirror he was thrilled at the pretty
girl he saw.

Jim said that while he was admiring himself his sister walked in on
them. Heather couldn't believe how pretty Jim looked and was delighted
with her new 'sister'!   He said that they spent the rest of that
evening dressing him in different outfits and fixing his hair. He was
thrilled with the attention he got and began wearing Heather's clothes
whenever he got a chance. He had been going out with his mother and
sister occasionally but this was his first big night out. He had picked
out the clothes to wear and his mom had used a temporary hair rinse to
change his hair color.

I thought he w as doing a terrific job of being a girl but he whispered
that he was actually a little scared that someone might recognize him.
That really made me laugh, I'd know Jim for years and I didn't even
recognize him!
 
Jim and I were having a great time talking when his sister
interrupted.to tell us about an upcoming dance at the high school. I t
sounded like fun but our mothers didn't think we were ready to go to a
dance as girls yet!  I suggested that we could go roller skating
together and that met with approval. We made plans to go the next
afternoon and readily agreed to let Heather come too!  It seemed like a
good idea, spending an afternoon as girlfriends!

Mom suggested that perhaps Jim would like to spend the night at our
house so that we would have more time to talk. His mom liked the idea as
much as he and I did so we made plans to pick up some clothes for him to
wear. I wanted to rush through dinner to get ready but mom told me to
settle down and act like a young lady.

After an eternity we finally finished dinner and left for the Karl's to
pick out clothes for Jim. When we got inside Jim and I rushed to his
room giggling and laughing like a couple of girls preparing for a pajama
party.

Jim and I picked out some panties, socks, and a bra for him to wear the
next day along with a petty yellow nightgown for the night. I was amazed
to see that Jim had an entire dresser drawer filled with girls underwear
along with several dresses, slacks and tops in his closet. He laughed
when I said that I was surprised he kept girls clothes in his dresser
and closet. To him it was no big deal, after all his mother had bought
the clothes for him and he and Heather borrowed outfits from each other!
After picking out a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a top he packed
everything into a small overnight case he borrowed from Heather and we
left for my house..

We had been friends for a long time but I can't remember ever having as
much fun with Jim as I did that night!  We ran to my room and after
changing into our nightgowns I had a gret time showing him the lingerie
mom had bought for me. Jim asked if he could see some of the outfits mom
had bought for me so I asked mom if she'd get my things from her closet.

I told Jim the story of how I had reluctanly gone shopping as Kristen to
get my jacket and had ended up leaving with an assortment of girls
clothes! Jim said that Heather had suggested going shopping as Jill and
he was only to happy to oblige. His mom and sister had picked out a
pretty dress for him and fixed his hair. They spent an entire day
picking out clothes they thought he'd look cute in and helping him try
them on. Jim said it was the most fun he'd had since the play! It turns
out that Jim was also wearing a slip and panties under his skirt for the
play!

While we were looking over my outfits mom suggested that we might enjoy
modeling a few  outfits.  We started choosing which clothes we wanted to
wear when mom interuppted.

"I was thinking of some other clothes if you girls wouldn't mind," she
said. "I picked out a few things I had put away years ago and thought
you ladies might like to try them on!"

"Sure mom!"  I replied excitedly. "What do you want us to wear?"

Mom smiled and said to wait there while she picked out clothes for us.
We could hardly wait to see what mom had picked out for us!

She returned a few minutes later and handed Jim a beautiful, lilac
colored prom dress and some lingerie. The dress was absolutely gorgeous
with sheer, puffy sleeeves that ended in lace cuffs. She also gave him a
long, full slip like the one I wore the first night she dressed me up
like a girl Jim took the clothes and went to the bathroom to dress.

Mom handed me a beautiful rose colored dress that went about halfway
between my knees and  ankles.  She said it was a  bridesmaid dress she
wore in her older sisters wedding when she was fifteen.The dress was
made of a satiny material with short puffy sleeves anda delicate lace
edging around the scooped necline.  It was so pretty that I couldn't
wait to try it on!

"You'll be needing this too."  Mom said as she handed me a black half
slip in the same length as the dress. Mom left the room as I pulled off
my nightgown and negan to pull on the slip.

Once I got the slip on I hurredly put on the bra I had worn earlier. I
stepped into the dress and had just pulled it over my shoulders when mom
came back carrying a pair of shoes that matched the dress.

"Put a pair of nylons on and try these on."  She instructed me. "I think
they'll fit and they'll look really nice with your dress!" I reached
into my drawer and took out a pair of tan strockings. I forced myself to
slowly pull them up my legs to avoid snagging or rippping them. Once I
got them on I stepped into the shoes and found them to be a perfect fit.
I was admiring myself in the mirror when Jim came back into the room.
"You look terrific Kristen!"  He exclaimed.  "Your mom lent me a pair of
shoes to match this dress too. How do I look?"

The dress Jim wore fit perfectly and with matching shoes he looked every
inch a young lady waiting for her prom date!

"You're gorgeous Jill!"  I said with a laugh. "All we need now are a
couple of dates for a dance!"

Just then Mom told us to turn her way and smile. When we did she took a
picture of us with an instant camera.

"I thought you two might like to see what lovely young ladies you make!"
She said as she snapped another picture. "Hopw about doing a little
posing for some pictures!"

JIm and I were happy to pose for mom and she gleefully snapped picture
after picture of us in our dresses!

"Not bad girls,"  she said as we looked at the pictures. "How about we
fix your hair and add some makeup though?"

Jim and I looked at each other and grinned. 

"Sure mom," I said with a big smile. "Sounds like fun to me!"

JIm didn't have to say anything, the smile and look of delight on his
face said it all. We followed mom back to her room and prepared for our
makeovers.

Mom had us remove our dresses and snapped our pictures once again.

"Sort of before and after pictures."  she said as she began to work on
my face.

Once again mom smeared some foundation on first then added powder and
blush. She seemed to be taking a little longer than she had the first
time although I wasn't sure why. Next she curled my lashed and applied
mascara to them. She took out a set of colored pencils and began working
on my eyes.

When she was finished she used a small brush to outline my lips before
applying lipstick.

Mom wasn't done with me yet though, she took out a small bottle and
sprayed a fine miost of water on my hair. next she took some electric
curlers and began to roll my hair onto them.

"Good thing you have nice thick hair,"  she said as she worked. "This
should work out real well!"

She finished setting my hair and stepped back to admire her work but
would not let me look in a mirror yet. She finished by clipping a pair
of dangling gold earrings on me and then asked Jim to take my place. I
must have looked pretty good because Jim kept looking at me. It seemed
strange that he didn't say anything, he just sat there and stared at me.

Mom gave Jim the works too, taking as long to do his makeup as she took
on me. She still wouldn't let us look in the mirror. Instread she told
us to put our dreeses back on and she'd fix our hair.

We quickly put our dresses back on and were about to zip each other up
when mom stopped us. She handed each of us two pairs of stockings and
told us to roll them up and insert one pair into each cup of our padded
bras. After we did so we zippped each other up and were amazed at how
much our dresses stuck out at the bust!

Mom used a blow dryer to help set our hair then began to take out my
curlers. When she got them all out she proceeded to fluff my hair out
with a brush. She finished me then began to work on Jim again.

I was beginning to understand why Jim waas staring at me, he no longer
looked anything like a thirteen year old boy. Heck, he didn't even look
like a thirteen year old girl!  Mom had fixed my best freind up to look
like a beautiful girl of about eighteen or so!

Jim noticed my staring at him and smiled. "Do I look that that good?"
he asked in a halting voice.

"Y-Y-Yes you do!"  I stammered. "Is that what I look like?"

Jim seemed too amazed to even speak. He just kept staring at me and
nodding his head!

Fianlly mom let us look at ourselves in a full length mirror. We were
stunned to say the least! There was no sign of the two boys who went
into mom's room. All we could see were two very lovely young women!  Now
I understood why Jim couldn't say anything when I asked him how I
looked!

While we stood there staring om was snapping pictures of us. Mom laughed
and told us to smile and pose for her and we happily obliged sometimes
posing together. One picture that broke mom up was of Jim and I with
arms around each oher lifting our dresses to show a little leg!  Mom
promised to get a photo album for each of us to keep our pictures in so
we could occasionally look at them and remember a wonderful time in our
lives!



 When mom finally finished we couldn't believe how pretty we looked! 
It was really strange to think that the two beautiful girls we were
seeing in the mirror were actually a couple of twelve year old boys!
Our hair was curled and styled, our faces changed by mom's make-up and
our bodies the result of padded bras and dresses that fit like they
were made for us!  I turned to Jill and without thinking threw my arms
around her.

"You look great Jill!" I exclaimed as I hugged her.

Jill returned my hug without hesitating. 

"So do you Kristen!"  She said laughing. "Isn't this great, I'll bet
we look prettier than any of the girls at school!"

We hugged each other for several minutes, laughing and giggling like
crazy!  It didn't seem in the least bit odd to be hugging Jill like
this, after all we'd seen girls at school hugging and we were girls!
Mom seemed very happy with her work and how much we liked it. She
smiled as we posed for picture after picture for the albums she
promised us. After using up a whole roll of film she suggested we try
other styles for more pictures. She sat Jill down first and started
doing another makeover on her.

First she removed most of Jill's make-up saying that she wanted to
make her look more her age. Jill was disappointed, after all it was
fun looking like a couple of eighteen years old girls. Mom ignored her
protests saying that she was sure she'd like the new style when she
saw it.

After softening her make-up mom brushed Jill's hair into a wavy style
that fell just below her ears. She then added a blue ribbon and
fastened the back of Jill's hair into a cute pony tail.

Next mom had Jill take off her gown, slip, and stockings  and put on a
pair of light blue shorts with a  matching top. Mom took the ends of
the top and tied it in a knot just above the shorts. She then had Jill
put on a pair of blue ankle socks with a cute white bow on the side
and a pair of white sneakers she bought for me. Exchanging Jill's gold
earrings for a set of blue button style that matched her top mom
pronounced Jill finished.

I told mom that I thought she was a magician, after all she had taken
a twelve year old boy and turned him into a gorgeous young woman then
changed him into a tinged girl ready for fun with her friends. Mom
beamed with pride in her accomplishment. It was easy to see that this
was as much fun for her as it was for us.

Mom had me take off my dress, slip and stockings and redid my hair and
make-up. I was given a pink short set mom bought for me and a pair of
pink ankle socks to wear. When I was completely dressed I looked just
like Jill, a teenage girl ready for summer fun. I would have rather
stayed in my pretty prom gown but mom insisted that Jill and I get
used to looking like girls our age. 

After all the pictures we reluctantly removed our clothes and cleaned
our faces as mom had shown us.  Jill put on a light orange baby doll
nightie that just brushed her thighs. Underneath she had on a matching
pair of panties that went with the nightie, with her pony tail she
looked perfect for a girl her age. I selected a pink nylon nightgown
with white lace at the arm holes and hem, it wasn't quite as cute as
Jill's but I enjoyed the nylon more than cotton. 

We laid in bed and talked about how much fun we had pretending to be
girls and thought up different places we would like to go as Jill and
Kristen. We both thought that it would be a blast to see what it would
be like to go to school dressed as girls. We spent at least an hour
dreaming up different outfits we'd wear to school, which boys we'd
most like to date and how much fun we'd have. We finally wore
ourselves out and drifted off to sleep thinking of skating with Jill's
sister the next day.

When morning came Jill and I went downstairs for breakfast with mom.
She was happy to see us in our nightgowns  and complimented us on how
cute we looked. Afterwards we went back to my room to change. Jill and
I both pulled on a panty girdle to keep any bulges from showing then
wiggled into tight jeans. After we put on our bras and tops we spent a
few moments admiring our new shapes in the mirror. I loved the way I
looked as a girl but kept wondering how dad would react to seeing me
this way. I hoped he'd understand but decided it was better not to
find out.

Soon Jill's mom and sister came to take us to the skating rink.
Heather smiled and said that she really liked having Jim as her sister
and hoped he'd continue dressing that way. It was obvious that Jim was
happy too and had no desire to stop!

We got to the skating rink, rented skates and took a few turns around
the rink. It wasn't long before boys began to skate circles around us
and try to skate in between us. Jill wasn't sure what was going on but
to Heather and me it was obvious, these guys thought we were cute! 
Jill was getting upset that the guys kept skating around us but we
just laughed at her. 

"You've certainly got a lot to learn about being a girl little
sister!" Heather whispered delightfully. "Those guys think you're a
cute girl, it won't be long before one asks to skate with you!  Who
know,  you might just end up with  boyfriend before we leave!"

Jill's cheeks turned a bright red, I suppose she never considered that
a boy would find her cute!   

"You're kidding me right!"  She pleaded, "I can't skate with another boy!"

"And why can't you?" Heather asked,  feigning innocence. "After all
you wanted to go out as a girl, now you'll see what it's like to
really be a girl"

"Relax and enjoy yourself, Jill." I said. "You'll love the way boys
treat you!"

Before she could reply we had to clear the rink for a couple only
skate. As we approached the side a boy approached Jill and asked if
she'd skate with him. Jill looked at Heather hoping for a way out but
his sister just smiled and skated away. With no way out Jill turned,
took the boys outstretched hand and off they went. Heather and I
watched as Jill seemed to loosen up, soon she was smiling and talking
as if skating with another boy was normal for her! We waited for her
to join us after the song ended but they announced a "Ladies choice"
and Jill immediately went back to the boy she had been with.  She
spent the rest of the afternoon skating and talking with this boy as
her sister and I watched in amazement!

As we left We kept teasing Jill about her new boyfriend but she didn't
seem to mind.  She said that since she was pretending to be a girl
anyway she might as well let this guy treat her like one. Heather
tried to tease her by planning double dates as sisters but her mom
made her stop. When I looked over at Jill she seemed to be lost in
thought with a smile on her face. I suppose she was thinking of what
it would be like to date as a girl. She was certainly pretty enough,
even in jeans you'd have never thought you were looking at a boy.

We were sad to see the day end but tomorrow was a school day and like
it or not Jill and Kristen had to go back to being Jim and Mike.

Jill's mom dropped me off at home and I sadly began to change clothes
since dad would be home soon. I began to wonder what he'd say if I
left my panties on and he just happened to see them as I bent over for
something. It was really hard for me to take them off and change into
boy's underwear but something told me dad wouldn't approve of my
wearing girl's underwear.

 Dad went out of town frequently on business trips and each time mom
insisted that I spend the time as Kristen. Usually I didn't object but
occasionally I had planned on going out as Mike. Mom refused to hear
any complaints, insisting that it was my idea to wear girl's clothes
in the first place. She was right but there were still times I wanted
to be with my friends as a boy. Each time dad went out of town though
I ended up in panties  and dresses helping mom around the house like a
good daughter. 

I suppose you could say that mom did her job well, actually a little
too well. It wasn't long before the only times I didn't wear panties
were when I had gym class. If dad was going to be out of town I came
home from school,  brushed my hair into a girl's style and got dressed
as a girl. Mom had me let my hair grow longer with just n occasional
trimming to keep it neat so it was getting easier and easier to fix it
in a pretty style.  The only friend I got to see on a regular basis
was Jim or should I say Jill since every time he came over it was as Jill.

Still I didn't complain too much since mom often took me to see the
latest movies and we always stopped for dinner afterwards. Of course I
was always dressed as Kristen but hey a good movie and dinner out
afterwards were still appreciated. I figured that if she was willing
to be so nice to me I could repay her by being her daughter for an
afternoon, or an evening, or a weekend. Dad never questioned our
outings and I never gave him details, what he didn't know couldn't
hurt me right? 

Even though dad didn't know about my dressing I still had problems
with it. I admit that when I'm wearing girl's clothes I'm happy and
having a great time yet after it was over I felt bad about wearing
girl's clothes. I could just imagine what would happen if one of the
guys from school found out about my dressing up. I'd never live it
down! The guys were nice enough to me when I had to dress as a girl
for the play, probably feeling sorry for me and happy it wasn't them.
How would I ever explain wearing a dress now that the play was long
over and forgotten?

I decided that the best thing for me to do was to just stop wearing
girl's stuff and get involved with more boy things like sports and
maybe girls. I signed up for the local baseball team and played with a
passion. It seemed to work, baseball games kept me busy so that I just
didn't have the time to spend as Kristen. After about a month's time I
thought for sure that Kristen was just a memory for me, I was a happy
thirteen year old boy doing all the things boys enjoyed doing!  

One rainy Saturday my game was canceled and I found myself sitting at
home with no plans. Mom went to do some shopping and dad was out of
town again. I picked up the newspaper and I happened to see an
advertisement for girl's dresses. The models were cute but of course
what really caught my eye were the outfits they wore! No matter how
hard I tried I couldn't seem to stop thinking about how pretty the
dresses looked and how nice it would be to wear them!  I put the paper
down as fast as I could and turned on the television. 

Just my luck, I happened to tune in to a repeat of the "Brady Bunch" 
where the oldest girl decides to join her brothers scout troop to show
that girls could do anything boys could. At the end of the show as she
is to be accepted into the boys scout troop she comes downstairs
wearing a pretty dress and a ribbon in her hair. She tells her dad and
brother that although it was fun doing things like a boy she prefers
to be a girl

Well the sight of this girl about my age in a pretty dress and the
dress ads in the newspaper were just too much for me. I turned off the
television, went to mom's closet and searched for something pretty to
wear. It didn't take long for me to decide on a yellow  dress mom had
bought for me just before I decided to stop dressing.  

I knew the dress  was perfect for how I felt, it was a solid yellow
with sort of a  lace netting over it. The solid part of the dress had
thin shoulder straps which were covered by the lace netting along with
fake buttons in the shape of tiny pink roses down the front.. The
sleeves ended just above the elbow and were made entirely of lace. I
carried the dress back to my room and began to look for just the right
underwear and accessories to go with it.

The dress was lined so I didn't need to wear a slip with it, I picked
out a pair of pale yellow panties, a matching padded bra and ivory
colored pantyhose. I quickly got undressed, put my panties, bra, and
stockings on and with trembling hands reached for my dress.

 I knew that I shouldn't be doing this but I also knew that I just had
to do it! Yes, I know that sounds strange but that's the only way I
can explain my feelings!  I was a boy and really did enjoy being a
boy, I loved baseball and riding my mountain bike and checking out
cute girls. I also knew that I really, really, loved the soft feel of
panties and the tightness of my bra on my chest. When I put on a
pretty dress and fixed my hair I was in heaven! Even though I tried to
deny it I had a great time going shopping with mom as Kristen.  I
adored the feel of my nylon covered legs rubbing each other when I
crossed them and the excitement of being accepted as a girl in the
ladies' room

I unzipped my dress just enough to pull it over my head then reached
back and zipped it up again. I stepped into a pair of my white flats
and brushed my hair into a feminine style. Looking at myself I the
mirror I felt a surge of excitement and pleasure come over me as I
studied the good looking girls in the mirror. I thought that a touch
of make-up would make my look perfect so back to mom's room I went.

I was sitting in front of her make-up mirror putting on my lipstick
when I looked in the mirror and wanted to die! Dad was standing behind
me with puzzled look watching me do my make-up! I wanted to run and
hide but there was no where to go. I just hung my head and waited for
dad to chew me out.

Before dad could even start to ask what I was doing I heard mom coming
 up the steps.

"Wait until you see the pretty outfit I picked up for you Kristen!" 
She called happily.    "I can't   wait to see how you look in it!"

Mom's cheery voice stopped abruptly as she turned the corner  and saw
dad  standing there

"Hi honey!"  She said to dad as if nothing was wrong. "You're home
early, what's up?".

Dad just looked at her then pointed to me. 

"Good question?"  He replied. "Maybe you two can tell me. Let's start
with why Mike here is all dolled up and who Kristen is? "

I spoke up before mom could say anything.

"I'm Krtisten dad,:"  I replied sadly. "Please don't be mad at mom,
it's my fault."

Dad just stared  at me for a few moments before he spoke again.

"I think we should all go downstairs and try to sort this out."

"I'll be down in just minute dad," I said. "I think I'd better get changed."

"Don't bother changing."  Dad replied. "I want to see you downstairs now!"

I desperately wanted to change clothes but I was afraid to make
matters worse so I followed mom and dad downstairs and sat down next
to mom on the couch.

I noticed dad looking at me and realized that without thinking I had
smoothed out my skirt as I sat down then crossed my legs. Mom had gone
through lot of trouble to teach me how to sit in a ladylike manner and
it seemed to come naturally to me when I had a dress on. I just wished
that this one time I had forgotten how to act like a proper young lady!

"Looks as though some one went through a lot of trouble to make a
young lady out of you Mike." Dad said as he stared at my hands neatly
folded in my lap. "Would you care to explain why you're wearing your
mom's clothes and make-up?"

As much as I wanted to I just couldn't lie to my dad. 	"They're not
mom's clothes dad." I said in a low voice. "They're all mine, it was
my idea to wear them.." 

Mom stopped me before I could say anymore.

"I got him started Bob."  She said to dad. "He didn't really want to
do it but I promised to buy him his leather coat if he'd let me dress
him up. One thing just sort of led to another. He's not bothering
anyone so don't make it harder than it already is for him!"  

"You mean you let mom turn you into a girl just to get a jacket?" Dad
asked dumbfounded. "How long do you have to dress like this to pay it off?"

"Uh, actually dad it was just for a weekend last fall."  I stammered.
"I only had to get all dressed up that one time." 	

Dad insisted on being told the full details of what had happened and
how far things had gone. I told him that I had enjoyed wearing girls
clothes so much the first time that I begged mom to let me dress when
he wasn't home. I showed him the girls underwear in my drawers along
with the dresses in the back of mom's closet. 

Dad looked over my wardrobe calmly, only seeming slightly surprised
that I would willingly wear girls clothing. I told him how I had
really tried hard to stop but today I just couldn't fight the urge to
dress anymore. I explained about baseball and how hard I tried and how
upset it made me. He had calmed down pretty well when suddenly I heard
Jim's voice from downstairs.

"Hey Kristen"  He called out. "What's up?"

"I'm busy right now Jim,"  I called back hoping dad hadn't heard me
referred to as Kristen. "I'll catch you alter okay?"

It was no use, dad had heard and was headed for the steps to talk to
Jim. It only took a moment to know that as usual Jim was dressed as Jill!

"Good grief!"  Cried dad. "You too!"

Mom and I hurried downstairs to find Jim wearing a denim skirt, yellow
top and matching socks. His face was beet red and he was staring at
the floor.

"Sorry Jill,"  I said apologetically. "I didn't know dad was coming
back early.

"Quit staring at her Bob," Mom admonished dad. "You're upsetting the
poor girl!"

"Poor girl!"  Dad screamed. "Are you responsible for this too Mike?"

"No sir,"  Interupted Jim. "Kristen, I mean Mike didn't even know
until a couple of weeks ago!"

"Well at least your family wont blame my daughter here when they find
out about you."  Dad said relieved. "I don't need anyone else finding
out about this."

"Oh they already know,"  Said my ever helpful friend. "We all had
dinner together and Kristen and I even went skating with Heather!"

Dad was just standing there with a dumb look on his face. 

"Look's like I'm the only one in this town that didn't know I had a
daughter!"  He said worriedly. "What have people been thinking I wonder?"

Mom took dad by the hand and explained that no one else knew about
Jill and me except our families. No one would talk since no one knew.
That seemed to take a large weight off dad's mind.

"Okay,"  he finally said. ""Here's what's going to happen. Mike or
should I say Kristen, I'm going to need some time to think about this.
I don't want to put any uneccessary strain on you so I'm going to let
you dress around the house until I know what to do with you. You will
however have to meet my  conditions."	"What'll they be dad?"  I asked.

"Well, just to show you it's not a game I want you to dress up
everyday as soon as you come home from school!  You'll spend every
minute at home as Kristen, including weekends! When I come home from
work I expect to see my daughter Kristen in a dress, stockings, and
shoes. That means no jeans or slacks of any kind!  You'll dress
exactly as any girl your age including the appropriate underwear. In
addition, you're to act like and will be treated like a girl at all
times! If you  agree I promise not to say a word until I've thought
this through, otherwise I'll stop all of your outside activities and
tell your friends why! "

 had to think about dad's condition for a moment.  It had all been a
big game of pretend up to now, but that was about to change. I wasn't
sure how I'd feel about having to be Kristen whenever I was home.
Before I knew that if I got tired of my little game I could change
back into Mike, now and for who knows how long I had to stay as
Kristen!  I would have to wear nothing but dresses until dad decided
what to do about me. Since dad would know  about me this was
definitely a chance to see how I'd feel about wearing girls clothes. I
wasn't sure how I'd feel but  I had to agree.

"Okay dad," I said. " I guess I agree."

"It's a deal then."  Dad announced.  "I'll let you know what's going
to happen in the future when I've made up my mind. Since you're all
done up already I say we all go to get some dinner at that place downtown."

"I can't go like this dad!"  I wailed. "What if someone see's me?"

" If we run into anyone we know you'll be introduced as our niece
"Kristen"  Dad replied seriously. "You'd better make very sure that
you're believable! I wouldn't want anyone finding out about you!"

Mom smiled and told me that everything would be fine. She asked me to
come with her while she got ready so she could make sure I looked
okay. I figured she would fix my hair and makeup and then she'd get
ready but she closed the door to her room and began to pull off her
top and jeans. 

"Mom!" I cried. "Give me a second to leave!"

Mom smiled at me. "Relax honey,"  She said soothingly. "You're a girl
now too remember!"

I had to sit there while mom took her jeans and top off and put on
stockings, a slip and dress. When she was done she came over and asked
me to zip her up in the back. This was normally dad's job she
explained but it's always nice to have another girl around to help.
Blushing I zipped mom p then  sat  down to have my hair and makeup done.

Mom thought I had done a pretty good job with my makeup, I only wore a
little blush, eye shadow and  lipstick but mom said that was enough
for a girl my age. She picked up a hair brush and after a few minutes
of work tied a pretty yellow scarf in my hair. Looking in the mirror I
felt both good and bad. I was happy to look so nice yet worried about
looking that nice in front of dad. I was still his son  and I was
worried about what he'd think when he saw how pretty I looked as a
girl. Mom finished her makeup and tapped me on the shoulder.

"Time to show dad what a lovely young lady his daughter really is!" 
She said happily.

After the way he had reacted earlier the last thing I wanted da to see
was me as a young lady, lovely or otherwise! Unfortunately though he
was expecting Kristen for dinner not Mike. I took one last look in the
mirror, smoothed the wrinkles from my dress, took a deep breath and
followed mom downstairs.

As we entered the room dad smiled when he saw how pretty mom looked.
His gaze fell on me and the smile disappeared. If I could have I would
have shrunk to microscopic size to avoid his scrutiny. After a few
moments of looking at me as though I was a creature from outer space
to be studied and observed he broke into smile. 

"You really look nice Kristen!"  He said as he approached me. "I don't
think you'll have anything to worry about!"

I felt better seeing dad's smile and I was happy to hear him say I
shouldn't worry. What positively threw me was when he put his arms
around me and gave me a big hug! He told me that he loved me very much
but was concerned about me. He explained that he just wanted to make
sure I was happy.

"I suppose so dad." I said. "Just a little worried about how things
will turn out though."

"Just relax and everything will be fine sweetheart"  He said in a soft
voice. "I promise not to be too hard on you."

  With that he kissed me on the forehead then held me out at arms length.

"I didn't get a chance to see ho pretty you looked earlier,"   He said
with a grin. "How about letting me get a good look at my new daughter?"

I was thrilled to be treated so nicely so I happily obliged by
stepping back and holding out my arms so dad could get a good look at
my dress. I turned from side to side as he let a wolf whistle!

"You certainly do look nice"  He laughed. "How about you ladies grab
your jackets and purses and we'll get going."

Turning to me he suddenly seemed worried. 

"I suppose you do own a jacket and purse don't you Kristen?"  He asked solicitously.

I began to blush.

"As a matter of fact I do."  I mumbled. "Sorry."

Dad just laughed. " I should have know! Well don't just stand there we
have to go to dinner!" 

I smiled, went back to my room, dug my purse and jacket from the back
of my closet and returned downstairs.

 Dad helped mom on with her coat then held mine for me. I smiled and
thanked him .

"I told you that you'd be treated like a girl and I meant it.
Sometimes you may like it, other times you may not but you will be
treated as a girl no matter what!"

"Okay dad."  I said. "I guess I can put up with it." 

I slung my purse over my shoulder then reached up and kissed dad on
the cheek!  I caught  him completely by surprise causing him to turn a
bright red!

"What was that all about?"  He asked puzzled.

"You forgot something dad!" I replied cheerily. "You said I would have
to act like a girl too!"

"Oh yeah,"  He said sheepishly. "I did forget!"

"If you two could interrupt your "Daddy's Girl" routine I would really
appreciate some dinner!" Laughed mom. 

Dad put his arm around me and escorted me out to the car. Once again
he held mom's door then mine. I felt better already! 



 We went to a restaraunt in town that we had been to many times before
so I was scared half to death that someone would recognize me. Dad
told me to calm down or I'd end up giving myself away. 

"Haven't you ever looked at yourself in a mirror when you're dressed?"
 He asked. 

"Sure I have,"  I replied, "But what has that got to do with anything?"

Dad smiled and hugged me. "What I'm trying to tell you is that you
make a very cute girl. No one is going to believe you're really a boy!:"

I knew that wasn't easy for dad to tell me since he seemed so upset
over seeing me in a dress. Hearing it from him made everytrhing seem
so much better.  At least it did until I saw the waitress approach our
table. 

My family and I came to this restaurant often and this lady had waited
on us many times. I was all set to plead with dad to leave before she
saw me but it was too late, before I could get a word out of my mouth
she approached our table and greeted mom and dad. Looking over at me
she smiled and asked mom who I was. Mom smiled at me and introduced me
as her niece Kristen saying that now and then I'd visit them while
Mike stayed with her family.

The woman smiled at me and told me how pretty my dress was saying that
 she thought it a shame that girls my age didn't wear pretty clothes
more often. I almost laughed out loud when she said that she thought
girls dressed too much like boys and it was getting harder to tell
them apart! Before she left with our order she complimented me again
on how nice I looked and said how nice it was to see a girl that
really looked like a girl!

Every time this woman came to our table for something she'd smile at
me and ask how I was,  if I was enjoying my stay and if there was
anything else she could get for me. As soon as I finished my soft
drink she'd see to it that I got a refill, once even telling me to
have as much as I liked while I didn't have to worry about my figure.
She laughed and said that soon enough I'd have to be concerned about
how I'd look in a special outfit and worry about my shape and weight.

I couldn't believe the way this lady acted towards me since as I
mentioned my family and I  ate there often and this woman never had
much to say to me before. Suddenly she was so sweet and concerned
offering advice from one woman to another!  As we left even dad
remarked about the change in the  woman and how nice she had been to
me. 

"Well I'd have to say that you passed that test Kristen!"  Dad
laughed. "That woman never said to words to you as Mike but put you in
a pretty dress and suddenly you're close friends!"

"That's just the way women are dear!"  Mom explained. "That lady had
nothing in common with Mike. Boys don't have to worry about how an
outfit looks if they gain a couple of pounds but a girl will!  Let's
see how you act towards Mike if he continues to dress as a girl. I'll
bet you even treat him differently!"

Dad wasn't smiling any longer. "That's what worries me." He said
glumly. 

Dad was quiet the rest of the way home seemingly lost in thought. He
dropped mom and me off and said he was going for a ride to think
things over. After a couple of hours he came back and saw me stretched
out on the couch. He immediately told me that I couldn't expect to lay
around like that with a dress on and made me sit up straight. I tried
to tell him that it really didn't matter around the house but he
reminded me that since I was dressed like a girl I'd better act like
one. Not wanting to upset him further I apologized and sat up to watch
television. I really wanted to prop my feet up on the coffee table in
front of me but I was certain dad wouldn't view that as a very
lady-like way to sit. This dressing up business was beginning to
become a real nuisance! 

I still had two months of school left with no sign that anything would
change and I was getting a bit worried about summer vacation. I had
followed dad's rules completely, every morning I went to school as
Mike and as soon as I got home I became Kristen.  Dad of course kept
his end of the deal and always treated me like a girl. Sometimes it
was nice, I felt closer to him as Kristen than I did as Mike but there
were those other times.

Dad had curiosuly decided that he enjoyed eating out and spending time
at the mall more than ever before. Of course when he felt the urge to
eat out or check out something at the mall he insisted that Mom and I
come along. He probably thought that he was punishing me but actually
these trips were boosting my confidence as Kristen and I found myself
looking forward to them. Mom caught on to what dad was doing at the
start and after several unsuccessful attemtps to get him to stop she
and I decided that we could have some fun with him.

Whenever dad decided that we were going out to dinner I chose one of
my prettiest dresses to wear and mom would help me do my hair into a
really cute style. I always wore stockings and a pair of low heeled
shoes along with a splash of cologne for younger girls. During dinner
mom would casually mention that she was going to the ladies room and
ask if I'd like to go along. Of course I never refused!

If he wanted to go to the mall I'd wear something less dressy such as
a denim skirt and top with a pair of socks and sneakers.  While we
were walking through the mall mom would often point out pretty outfits
in the shop windows and ask what I thought of them. Once inside a
store I would often find a dress that I gushed over and mom would
insist that I try it on! I would try the dress on then ask dad what he
thought of it often saying that I thought it was really  "Cute" or
"Adorable"! Dad once tried to retaliate by pointing out some really
frilly panties and slips and saying how nice I'd look in them. To his
shock mom immediately bought them for me! He never tried that trick again!

I had a lot of fun during those trips but still enjoyed playing
baseball and other sports. I suppose this confused dad but he never
said anything to me about it. The weeks until summer vacation kept
ticking off though with no decision on dad's part on what was to
happen to me.  I wanted to ask him but yet I was afraid of what he
might say.

What would I do if he said that I  had to spend my summer as a girl. I
couldn't stay inside all summer yet I certainly couldn't petend to be
Kristen aorund my frends from school and the neighborhood. I could
just imagine the laughter and name calling that I'd have to put up
with if anyone discovered me in a dress! I was probably as confused as
dad since I enjoyed being a boy and yet had a great time as Kristen
too! 

The school year finally wound down to two more weeks which was both
good and bad for me. The good part was that my fourteenth birthday was
coming up this weekend and  my family had always bought me some
terrific presents! The bad part was that with two weeks left dad still
hadn't said what would happen to me. I was still wearing girl's
clothes after school. 

Saturday was to be my birthday and I asked dad if it would be okay to
invite some friends over from school. He told me that he didn't mind
but that he expected me to wear one of my prettiest dresses since it
was a special occasion. That pretty much ruled out my friends coming
over, with the exception of Jill of course.

Friday evening dad came home from work and asked mom and me to come
into the bedroom. I was hoping that he'd change his mind and that I
could finally dress like a guy again but that wasn't exactly what he
had in mind.  Instead he had stopped to pick up some things for me and
wanted to see how I liked them.

First he showed me a really cute dress with a pink flowered skirt and
cream colored top, The top and short sleeves were made of a sheer
material and the trim around the end of the sleeves matched the
pattern of the skirt. I fell in love with it the instant I saw it!  I
held the dress against me and stepped in front of the mirror to see
how it would look. As I twirled from side to side I noticed dad's
reflection in the mirror and suddenly remembered how I had gotten into
this mess. When I began to put down the dress I noticed dad's face and
to my surprise he was smiling!  He seemed really pleased that I liked
the dress so much but wanted to show me what else he bought for me.
Next out of the bag was a cream colored full slip trimmed in lace at
the top and hem. Along with it were several pairs of matching panties
and padded bras! Everything looked so pretty that for a time I forgot
all about being Mike!  I sat the dress down, turned to dad, threw my
arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek!

"Thank's dad!"  I said happily. "Everything is so pretty! You're the
best dad a girl could have., I can't wait to wear these things!"

Dad never flinched, he hugged me tight, kissed my forehead and told me
how happy he was to have such a nice daughter. He laughed and put his
arm around my waist saying that he still had a few more things to show
me. He reached back into the bag and handed me several pairs of white
stockings labeled "sheer and silky"! He said that he thought they'd
look nice with my new dress. Before I could thank him he handed me a
small jewelry case. I fumbled with it for a moment before I got it
open. Inside was a pair of pink clip on earrings and a gold chain. I
quickly clipped my earrings on and as I removed the chain from the box
I noticed that it was folded under the cardboard insert.  Lifting the
cardboard I saw that the chain had a charm on the end of it.  The
charm had gold lettering with a diamond in the center. As I read the
lettering I could feel tears welling in my eyes,  the lettering said
"Daddy's Girl"!

Dad hugged me tight as mom helped me put on the necklace. I just stood
there looking in the mirror and crying as dad stood behind me and held
me around the waist. He kissed my head several times and told me how
much he loved me. I turned and kissed him on the cheek blubbering "I
love you too" between tears.

Dad helped me calm down and dried my tears. His final surprise to me
was that for my birthday he'd tell me his decision about my future as
Kristen!  I knew I wouldn't sleep a wink that night! 



I hurried downstairs to breakfast Saturday to find that my parents
were waiting for me. 

"Happy birthday!"  They shouted. 

"You look like you had a good night's sleep."  Said dad. "All ready
for your big day?"

I began to answer as I sat down but I soon found that my thin
nightgown was no match for the cold chair. The cold wood of the chair
went right through my nightgown and panties and caused me to jump!

Dad nearly spit out his coffee from laughing!

"See, there are some advantages to wearing boys clothes!"  

"I never said there wasn't dad!"  I said when I calmed down. "I just
like wearing these clothes once in a while!"

Dad just laughed. "Well don't come crying to me when you freeze in
that nightgown!"

"You might want to wear a heavier nightgown or a robe while it's still
chilly in the mornings Kristen."  Mom told me. 

"Thanks mom, I'll try to remember that!"

Dad smiled at me. "Ready for your party?"

"I promised to help mom clean up first, Jim and his family are coming
over and mom wants the house to look nice!

"You've become a big help to mom lately"  Dad told me. "She really
appreciates it when you help with dishes and cleaning the house. I 
wish you had been that helpful earlier."

"Gee dad."  I stammered, "Cleaning and doing dishes seemed kind of
like girl's work to me!"

"If I would have known that all it would take to get you to help was
to dress you like a girl you would have had a whole closet full  of
dresses by now!"  Dad joked.

"It's not too late you know!"  I said with a grin.

"Don't push your luck young lady! I'm still not quite used to see my
son in girl's clothes!  Let's leave it at one dress for now okay?"

"That's okay dad, I appreciate your buying that dress for me. It's
gorgeous! I can't wait to wear it for my party!"

Dad just rolled his eyes. "I still can't believe I bought my son a
dress and stockings!"

I reached up and kissed dad on his cheek. "Your daughter appreciates
it and she loves you very much!"

Dad gave be a big hug and said, "I love you too Kristen!"

Mom broke us up reminding me that we girls still had to get the house
to clean if there was going to be a party. Dad gave me one last quick
hug and it was off to clean the house. 

It took several hours but finally we had a sparkling clean house. Mom
told me to shower and get ready for the party. I was to leave my hair
damp since she wanted to use her hot  rollers to make it look nice. I
couldn't wait to have Jim see me in my new dress! It was so cute and
it meant so much to me coming from dad! For a split second I wondered
if Jim would be dressed up but then I came to my senses. Since it
would only be our families here it was a sure bet that Jill would be
coming instead of Jim!

I laid out one of the slip's and bra's that dad bought me on the bed
along with a new pair of stockings and took a pair of the panties and
a robe into the bathroom with me. After a quick shower and shampoo I
dried myself off, slipped on my panties and robe and went to get
dressed. I pulled on my stockings as gently as possible to avoid
getting any runs in them then slipped on my bra and fastened it.
Stepping into my new slip I stopped to admire myself in the mirror. My
legs looked great peeking out from the lace at the end of my slip, the
stockings somehow seemed to make them a little nicer! 

As I stood there admiring myself mom came in to set my hair. She had
me turn around so that she could see me from all sides. I remembered
how strange I felt that first Friday evening, standing in front of mom
in girl's underwear. Somehow it all seemed different now, so natural, 
I felt like a girl who's mother was  helping her get ready for a
party!  

Mom helped me into my dress and zipped it up for me. It was so nice
and a perfect fit! I couldn't wait to get my hair done and let dad see
me in my dress! Mom had to keep telling me to sit still as she rolled
my hair saying that I'd have plenty of time to show off for dad! It
took her a few minutes but she finished setting my hair and began to
work on my face. I wanted her to  fix me up like she did that night
with Jill but she said that was entirely too much makeup for a girl my
age! I'd have to settle for a little blush, lipstick, and eye shadow .
I begged her to really go all out but     

she said that I'd be happy enough once she finished.  After a few
minutes of fussing over me she decided I looked good enough and told
me to just sit still and wait a few more minutes for my hair to set. I
picked up a copy of a sports magazine to read while I was waiting but
mom took it from me and handed me a magazine for teenage girls. I just
shrugged and started to read an article on what boys really look for
in a girlfriend. 

The article was really interesting, I never really understood what
girls liked in guys and now it was all clear! I figured this stuff
would be really helpful to me in getting a date, what an edge I'd have
on the other guys ! After all I doubted if  many of them ever read
this kind of magazine! Of course the only reason I was reading it now
was to pass the time while getting my hair done! It seemed really
strange to be sitting here in a dress and girls underwear, curlers in
my hair, reading about what girls really liked in a guy and thinking
how it could help me get a date with a girl! I figured though that I
wasn't going to be dressed this way all the time and there were
several girls in school I'd like to date so why not get a few pointers!

Mom came back a few minutes to take out my curlers and we talked about
the article and my feelings. I told her that I felt really confused, I
was having a really great time as Kristen but I still enjoyed doing
things other guys did and  I wanted to date girls. Mom held me and
told me that she thought the best thing for me to do was to learn to
enjoy being both Mike and Kristen. She said that I spent the last
thirteen years as Mike so now I should enjoy being Kristen!  I was
lucky to see what girls went through and yet be a boy whenever I
wanted , not many boys ever have that chance! 

It seemed simple enough when she put it like that, I spent my life
until now as Mike and this was just sort of another doorway I could go
in and out of whenever I pleased!  I hoped dad thought that way too so
that I could spend some time as Kristen. He did by me the outfit I had
on but he still wasn't telling me what he had decided and I was
getting awfully nervous!  

While I was worried about what I would do mom finished taking out my
curlers and brushing my hair. She let me look at myself in the mirror
and I got a kick out of seeing a pretty girl with a head full of loose
curls staring at me! I gave mom a kiss and told her how great it
looked! She didn't answer me but I could tell by her smile that she
was happy to have the daughter she wanted! I stepped into a pair of
white pumps, put on the necklace dad bought for me and headed
downstairs for my party!

 Jim and his family arrived several minutes later. Heather  looked
great in  a denim skirt and white tank top but Jim was fantastic in a
silky, cream colored romper with tiny pink and blue flowers all over
it, a pair of white stockings and pink open toed sandals! His shoes 
were a perfect match for his outfit and to top it off my sandy haired
friend was now a blonde! His hair  wasn't quite as long as mine but it
was styled in soft waves with bangs just above his eyebrows!   He wore
light pink lipstick, foundation, pink eyeshadow, and just a touch of
blush! If I hadn't known that this was a boy I could have never
guessed, he was the kind of girl that made boys act stupid!  

"Jim!" I squealed. "You're gorgeous!"

"You look great too Kristen!"   He said as he hugged me. "Let's go to
your room and talk.  

We hurried off to my room complimenting each others outfits as we
went! I still couldn't believe how pretty Jim was, his outfit gave him
a figure any girl our age would kill for! and he looked grett with
blond hair. He said that his mom had used a special hair coloring that
would wash right out to give him a different look.  We decided to see
how we'd look in each others outfit so Jim took off his romper and
gave it to me while I removed my dress and slip and gave them to him!
The romper felt great when I got it all buttoned up, very smooth and
silky! I made a note to ask mom to buy me one too! Jim of course was
just as pretty in my dress, once again looking like a teenage boys
dream come true! We finally had to switch back when our parents called
us downstairs. I hated to take off the pretty romper but I felt better
after I put my slip and dress back on!

Downstairs we had some cake and ice cream and then opened the gift
from Jim's family. They had bought me two rompers like Jim's in pink
and blue,  Jim said that they picked the colors so I could feel like a
girl in pink or a boy in blue!  I told  them that there was a fat
chance of feeling like a boy in one of these! I couldn't wait to wear
one of them but I still had no idea what dad was going to do about me.
He never said a word when I held up my presents, just sort of nodded.

Jim and his family stayed for a little while longer but were going to
a movie so they had to leave. I saw them to the door and made plans to
get together with Jim the next day to talk about dad's decision. 

After everyone left I took my new outfits to my room and tried them
on. The size was just right for me and I looked as good in them as I
did in Jim's. I spent a few minutes admiring myself then hung them up
in my closet with my other dresses. Dad walked into my room before I
could put my dress back on and saw me standing there in my slip and
bra. 

"Sorry, I forgot you're not Mike anymore. Would you put your dress
back on and come downstairs please. I want to talk to you."

"Sure dad, I'll be right there. Sorry if I embarrassed you."

"That's okay," Dad said. "I'll remember to knock in the future."

I stepped into my dress and zipped it back up. Checking myself in the
mirror I was happy with my looks and went see dad. I had no idea what
was going to happen but I didn't really have any say in the matter
either. I just hoped that dad would relax my punishment so I could
have some fun this summer. 

I was lost in thought when I turned the corner into the living room. I
had just finished saying hello to my Aunt Barb and cousin Cindy when I
realized I was standing there in girl's clothes! I turned to run back
up to my room but dad called me back.

"It's okay Kristen,"  Aunt Barb said. "You don't have to hide. We know
all about you."

"You look cute Mike, I mean Kristen!"  Said Cindy. "Goofy, but cute!"

Aunt Barb quickly told Cindy to apologize saying that they didn't want
to upset me.

I couldn't imagine being more upset! My favorite aunt and a cousin I
adored  were seeing me dressed up as a girl! What next, my eighth
grade class?

"I'm sorry Kristen,"  Cindy said. "Happy birthday!"

Aunt Barb came over and gave me a hug. 

"Happy Birthday Kristen! You look great!"

I could barely mumble a thank you, I felt like crawling under the rug
and crying forever!

"Sorry to surprise you like this sweetheart,"  Dad said. "But you'll
understand in a few moments why I did it."

Aunt Barb asked me to sit between her and Cindy on the couch while dad
explained what he had decided. Aunt Barb put her arm around me while
Cindy put a hand over mine.

"Mom and I talked this over quite a bit Kristen before we decided what
to do. We weren't entirely sure so we asked Barb to help. Once we
explained everything to her she agreed to help."

"I'm sorry Dad."  I sobbed. "I promise I'll never do anything like
this again."

"Don't cry Kris,"  Cindy said as she squeezed my hands. "Trust me,
it's going to be okay!" 

"I wondered if you really understood what you were doing."   Dad
continued. "Did you really understand what it meant to be a girl?"

"Dad and I tried to show you what it was like as a girl but decided we
really couldn't do it right."  Mom told me. "That's why Barb and Cindy
are here."

I was totally confused by now. I spent every free moment for the last
couple of weeks as a girl. I     went shopping as a girl, out to
dinner as a girl, did housework and everything else a girl does. What
more was there? 

Dad was kind enough to bring me up to speed.

"Even though you were treated like a girl at home we didn't think it
was enough. Therefore you'll be spending your summer vacation as a
girl with Barb and Cindy!"

Aunt Barb gently turned me to face her. 

"Kris,"  She said soothingly. "For the next three months you'll be my
niece! Everything you do you'll do as Kristen. You wont have a single
item of boys clothes to wear even if you wanted to!"

Cindy broke in excitedly.

"I've always wanted a little sister Kris and now I'll have one! I'm
going to teach you all about being a girl!"

"Thanks Cindy, but I think I'm pretty good at that now." I said,
desperately hoping to change their minds!

"Hold out your hands!"  Cindy ordered. 

I held them out and Cindy put one of hers next to mine. 

"Which do you think looks better?"  

"Yours do of course! Your nails are shaped differently and you wear
nail polish. I couldn't wear nail polish often!"

"When was the last time you filed your nails?"  Aunt Barb asked.

"Never,  guys don't file their nails you know!" 

I thought I had scored a point with that shot but Cindy just smirked.

" Girls do though, and in two weeks you're going to be a girl!  That
means filing and polishing your nails, shaving your legs and
underarms, setting your own hair and sleeping in curlers!"

"Shave my legs and underarms, now that's what I call goofy!"

"No goofier than a fourteen year old boy wearing a dress and
stockings!" Cindy retorted. 

"Let's stop calling each other names!"  Dad insisted. "You don't have
a choice in the matter Kristen!  You will do everything you're told to
do, if that means shaving your legs then you'll shave your legs! "

Dad was very calm the entire time he read me the riot act. He didn't
need to raise his voice, his word was law in our house and I knew it!

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say Aunt Barb."  I stammered.  "I'm sorry
I yelled at you Cindy."

Aunt Barb said that she understood my being upset but she was sure I'd
enjoy myself. She also told me that I had two weeks to do everything I
wanted to do as a boy because after that I was to think of myself as a
girl!  

Cindy gave me a big hug. 

"Trust me Kris, you're going to love being a girl!"

Mom and Aunt Barb brought out some more boxes for me to open. Each one
was from a store that sold the best clothes a  teenage girl could
want. Each box was wrapped in a pretty floral paper and tied with
pink, yellow or violet ribbons. It didn't take Einstein to figure out
that I wasn't going to get a new baseball glove in any of these boxes!
Resigned to my fate I began to open my presents.  

Mom and dad's presents were the first ones I opened and sure enough
there was no baseball glove to  be found! Instead I found several
pairs of shorts sets in assorted colors and styles. One set that
really caught my eye were denim shorts with a pink ruffle at the leg
opening which matched the pink top. Even though I was still upset
about how I was to spend my summer I couldn't help but liking these
shorts! Cindy noticed my smile and asked if I thought they were cute. 

"Well I guess so,"  I said cautiously. 

"You better do more than guess Kris!"  She laughed. "After all you're
looking at your wardrobe for the next three months!"

"Hurry up and open the rest of your presents."  Aunt Barb said. "I
want to see how you like what Cindy and I picked out for you!"

I finished opening the rest of mom and dad's gifts and picked up a box
from Cindy. Sorting through the pretty wrapping paper and ribbon I
opened the box and found myself to be the owner of a pink sundress 
with a white ruffle at the hem and neckline. The dress had two thin
shoulder straps to hold it up, a flared skirt, and absolutely screamed
"GIRL!"  Sure I know that dresses are strictly for girls but there are
dresses and there are dresses, and then of course there was this dress!

I pulled the dress out of the box and held it out in front of me. It
was beautiful! The prettiest dress I'd ever seen and it was mine! I
was so lost in that dress that it was several minutes before I noticed
Cindy staring at me and then only when she cleared her throat!

 "I take it you approve?"  Cindy asked.

Without setting the dress down I wrapped my arms around Cindy's neck.

"It's beautiful Cindy!  I can't wait to wear it!"

"So you don't mind spending your summer as a girl then?"

"I'll start right now if I can wear this dress!" I exclaimed.

Cindy laughed . "Somehow I don't think your folks would care for your
wearing a dress to school, even if it's only for a few weeks."

"No chance!"  Dad blurted out.

"I suppose I can wait."  I said as if I was really hoping to wear it
to school. "It wont be easy but I'll wait."

"Can the comedy and keep opening!"  Aunt Barb said. "There are a few
surprises left!"

I opened more boxes to find some new panties, bras, and slips which
were every bit as nice as the ones dad bought for me. Just to make
sure I had a need for them I also got several new dresses as well as
skirts and blouses. After opening the last box I looked over my new
wardrobe of skirts, dresses, shorts, jeans, and lingerie. I was
positive I had everything a girl could possibly need and far more than
a boy should ever have!

At least I thought so. It turned out that I was wrong! Aunt Barb
handed me a small box which was even more elaborately wrapped and
beribbonned  than the others were. 

" Cindy and I looked everywhere to find just he right one for you! The
size should be just right and I'm sure the color will look great on you!"

I opened the box and nearly died! I found myself looking at a gold two
piece bathing suit! 

The bottoms were cut pretty high up, heck the waistband was only a few
inches from the leg opening one the sides! The top which fastened in
the front could be worn with or without the tiny shoulder straps and
had a little bit of padding in the cups to help fill them out.

"You've got to be joking!"  I screamed in disbelief. "I can't wear
this, I have nothing to put in the top and too much to show in the
bottoms!  Everyone will be able to  see in a moment that I'm really a boy!"

"Don't worry about the top Kris,"  Cindy said. "The padding will take
care of that!"

Aunt Barb smiled and handed me one last package. 

"This will solve the problem of the bottoms for you Kris!"

Puzzled I opened the box to find something which looked like flesh
colored, bikini panties. They didn't seem to have any back except for
a thin strap which was attached to the front panel. 

"What is this?" I asked. "Some new kind of underwear?"

Everyone just stood there laughing at me until Cindy explained things
to me. What I thought were panties was called a gaffe and was meant to
 be worn by men to hide any bulges in the front. I was to wear that
under my bathing suit and tight jeans to give make me look like a real girl!

Mom handed me the bathing suit and told me to go to my room and try it
on. Cindy volunteered to help me with the bathing suit but I turned
her down. 

Dad however overrode my objections and told Cindy to go with me.

" Unless I say otherwise you'll consider yourself to be a girl just
like Cindy! Now hurry up and change!"

Okay, end of argument again so I went off to change with Cindy
trailing along to help.

 Once in my room Cindy helped me unzip and take off my dress. After
stepping out of my dress and slip I stood there in front of her in a
bra, panties and nylons.

"Wow!"  She exclaimed. "I wasn't sure how far you'd really gone! What
in the world made you do this?" 

As I removed the rest of my clothes I told her the story of the play
and the leather jacket. 

"So," She said unbelieving. "You're going to be a girl all summer just
to get a jacket?"

I filled her in on the details as I struggled to put the gaffe on. 

"It was only supposed to be for a weekend but one thing led to another
and here I am, a fourteen year old boy about to model a bikini!"

 I finally got things adjusted just right and pulled on the bottoms to
my new bathing suit. Cindy handed me the top and after a few moments
we decided it looked better without the straps. Checking myself out in
the mirror I was so shocked at what I saw, or didn't see actually, 
that I reached down and felt my crotch!

"Don't worry Kris!"  Laughed Cindy. "You're still a boy, although the
prettiest one I've ever seen!" 

I couldn't believe my eyes! I followed the line of my legs up from the
floor to my hips and there was absolutely no way to tell that I was
really a boy! I turned and looked over my shoulder at my butt and was
happy to see that the bottoms seemed to give it a cute rounded shape!
This was going to be one heck of a summer!

Cindy and I went back down to let the others see how I looked and even
dad was surprised. 

"You make one cute girl Kris!"  He said appreciatively. 

Mom threw her arms around me and began to cry. 

"Oh Kris, I wish you could stay this way, you're much too pretty to be
a boy!"

I didn't know what to say to mom. Actually part of me wished that I
could be a girl forever too. I loved the clothes, and the attention
and I never really had to try hard to be a girl, it just seemed easy
to me! It also seemed easy and fun to be a boy though. I remembered
how mom had told me to just relax and enjoy myself which was a whole
lot better than wondering if I should be a boy or girl. I decided that
since I was going to spend a whole summer as a girl anyway I was going
to relax and enjoy myself. I'd be the cutest, nicest girl possible. 

"Thanks mom,"  I replied. "At least I'll look good enough, that's one
thing I wont have to worry about!"

"I don't think it will take more than a few weeks at most to turn you
into a girl Mike."  Said my aunt.  "But once we do there's be no
turning back. If you want to be a boy, get it over with in the next
couple of weeks!" 

I was allowed to go back and change out of my swimsuit before I would
hear what was going to happen this summer. I asked Cindy if she'd like
to come along and talk as I got changed and she happily agreed. We
talked and laughed as I put on the  shorts set I had just gotten. I
dug in the back of my closet and pulled out the photo album mom had
made for me. Cindy agreed that the gown I had worn looked great on me
and raved about the way mom had done my hair and makeup. When we got
to pictures of me and Jim I told her how we had each decided we liked
wearing girl's clothes but had never told the other. She thought the
story of how Kristen and Jill met was the funniest thing she'd ever
heard!  By then our families were getting impatient waiting  for us so
I pulled on a pair of pink socks to match my top, slipped on my
sneakers and went downstairs to hear my fate.

Dad and Aunt Barb took turns explaining what was in store for me. I
was to spend all day, every day as a girl. I would wear nothing but
girl's clothes, be called Kristen all of the time, and be expected to
act like a gril!  If I spent my vacation as Kristen and enjoyed it I
would be allowed to dress up around the house after summer was over.
If anything went wrong or I backed out I'd never be allowed to dress
up again!

"We want you to see that there's more to being a girl than just preety
clothes, Kris"  My aunt expalined. "If you're going to dress like a
girl then you're going to have to spend some time as a girl!

I hated to have to give up my summer vacation but the idea of being a
girl all summer seemed kind of neat! Actually it was more like a dream
come true but I didn't want to seem too eager.

"I guess it'll be okay," I said, trying not to appear too interested. 

"It's going to be a blast Kris!" Exclaimed Cindy. "I can't wait to
introduce you to all of my friends!" 

Aunt Barb smiled at Cindy.  "Don't forget about the dances Cindy! I'll
bet Kris will really enjoy them!"

Suddenly my plans for the summer didn't seem like so much fun!

"Dances! I can't go to any dances, what if a boy asks me to dance!"

"If he's cute, dance with him!"  Mom replied.

"Dance, with another boy?" 

"No Kris,  not with "ANOTHER" boy. You'll be a girl!"

Good gried, I finally understood that they really meant for me to be a
real girl, not just pretending!

Dad noticed the fearful look on my face and tried to make me feel better.

"I thought this was what you wanted Kris."  He said. "You could have
stopped after that first weekend but you didn't. Now it's time to pay
the price!"

"But dancing with boys!"  I cried. "I can't do that, I'd feel stupid!"

 "Maybe,"  Said mom. "But you'll have to get used to boys. They're
going to be interested in a girl as pretty as you are!"

"Maybe I can fix you up with the younger brother of one of my friends
Kris"  Cindy volunteered. "We could double date!"

I wanted to object but dad just looked at me and I knew there was no
point to it. I was going to become a girl and that was that!  I
couldn't believe how expensive that leather jacket had  been! To get
one jacket I was giving up being a boy for a summer!

Cindy and her mom left a little while later and I had to get ready for
bed. After all tomorrow was still a school day. I took my dress and
underwear off, took a quick shower, slipped on panties and a nightgown
and went to bed. I never thought I'd hate to see school end! 



I ran into Jim  on my way to school and filled him in on what had
happened last night. Jim thought I was so lucky to have to spend my
summer vacation as a girl. He was going on a one week vacation with
his family as Jill but didn't think he'd have as much fun as I would.
I tried telling him that after his week he could play baseball and do
anything else he wanted but I had to do whatever fourteen year old
girls did. Jim still thought I had the better deal 

I began paying a lot more attention to the girls in my class hoping
that I could pick up a few pointers to make me a better girl. 
Whenever I could I watched the way they walked, sat  and stood.
Actually it was really interesting, I noticed things I 'd never
noticed before. Girls were really different from guys and not in just
the obvious ways! They had a whole different way of moving that guys
didn't have. They sat differently than guys even if they weren't
wearing skirts and when they were just standing around they  did that
differently too! I knew that I had a lot to learn and I had better
learn it well or people would notice something different about me!

Since dad relaxed my punishment I spent my free time playing as much
baseball and hanging out with other guys as I could. It was going to
be a long time before I could do this sort of thing again and I wanted
to make the most of the time I had left as a boy.

Even though dad had let up on me mom kept trying to get me back into
dresses by telling me how cute I looked and reminding me of how much
fun it was. Actually I liked her telling me that I was a cute girl and
it was fun dressing up in pretty outfits but I sort of felt that I
just had to be a boy until the end of school.  One day she gave me a
nicely wrapped present, when I asked what the occasion was she just
smiled and told  me to open it.

Inside was a complete nail care kit! Mom decided that I should get
into the habit of taking care of my nails so that they looked nice.
She sat down with me and showed me how to file and buff them to smooth
any rough spots. Not only would this make them prettier she explained
but there'd be less of a chance of snagging my stockings when I put
them on! So every night after my bath I would sit down and make sure
my nails were okay. I also had to learn how to apply the nail polish
that came with the kit. Unfortunately I had to take it off before
going to bed. I couldn't show up for school with nail polish on! 

 Even with my new responsibilities I was going to work hard at being a
regular boy for the next two weeks to try to forget my biggest worry,
namely that I might not want to go back to being a boy after summer
was over! I couldn't imagine what would happen if I told my family
that I didn't want to be a boy anymore but I couldn't help thinking
that it might happen!

 The two weeks flew by and school was finally over. All the kids were
laughing and cheering, happy to see the start of summer vacation. I
was laughing and carrying on with the others even though I was scared
half to death. I said good bye to Jim and promised to keep in touch as
I walked up to my front door. As I entered the house I realized that
the next time I walked out the door it would be as a girl but I felt
strangely happy!  I could have stopped this whole thing after getting
that jacket but I didn't want to! No one had forced me to wear girl's
clothes, I was the one who asked mom if I could.

Mom greeted me as I came in and asked if I was all ready for my
vacation! She seemed positively thrilled that her son was about to
spend three months of his life as a girl! I didn't want to upset her
by saying that I didn't want to go to Aunt Barb's and actually it
would have been a lie. It had taken a little while, okay it had really
only taken two days, but I was not only resigned to becoming a girl
for the summer I was looking forward to it!  I hugged mom and told her
that I couldn't wait to go!

I went up to my room to put my school stuff away and found that mom
had set an outfit out for me. Laying on my bed was my blue romper, a
bra, panties, a girdle and socks. Looking around I found that the only
things left in my closet were guy's clothes. Sitting near my door were
two new light blue suitcases filled with Kristen's clothes! Yep, mom
was definitely looking forward to my becoming a girl! "Might as well
get started,"  I thought as I began to undress.

I set my school clothes off to the side, I wasn't going to be needing
them for a while, mom would put them away till next year. I pulled on
my panties and after getting everything adjusted I pulled up my
girdle. I still couldn't get over the way it smoothed me out in front
and gave me such a cute, rounded butt! I slipped on my bra, adjusted
it and pulled on the romper. The label said it was half nylon and half
polyester which must have been why it felt so silky. I pulled it up
over my shoulders and buttoned the front. I put on my socks and
sneakers, brushed my hair and went down to see mom. 

Mom was thrilled with the way I looked and complimented me several
times. She handed me a pair of blue clip on earrings and helped me get
them on. Looking at myself in the mirror I thought the earrings added
a really nice touch to my outfit and told mom. 

"You'll be learning all about accessories for your outfits dear,
earrings are just one small part!"

Mom suggested  that since we had time before dinner I might like to do
my nails.

"Is it okay to put polish on them too?"  I asked hopefully.

"Well of course, Kris!"  Mom replied. "Nail polish looks nice on girls
your age!"

Since mom had already packed my nail kit she let me go into her room
and use her things. I checked my nails over very carefully for any
rough spots then applied a coat of light pink polish to them. I took
my time since I was still a little new to doing this but when I
finished I knew they were just right! Mom let me sit and read a
magazine while they dried saying that she didn't want me to mess them
up helping set the table. I sat down with my magazine and checked out
the newest summer fashions!

It wasn't much longer before dad walked in from work.  He looked at me
and smiled telling me how nice I looked. He began to apologize for
deciding to make a girl out of me but I stopped him short. 

"I don't mind dad, really."  I said. "Actually I'm really happy you
did this. I'll be able to see what it 's like to be a real girl! Not
many dads would do that for their son!"

 Dad burst out laughing. "No,"  He said when he finally stopped. "I
doubt many boys would care!"

"Well I do dad!"  I said happily. "I can't wait for Aunt Barb and
Cindy to get here!  Imagine, a whole summer as a girl!"

"Yeah,"  Dad said. "Imagine!"

We sat down and had a delicious dinner after which I helped mom clean
up and do dishes.  We no sooner got everything cleaned up than Aunt
Barb and Cindy pulled into the driveway. I ran to the door to greet them!

They were happy to see that I was dressed as Kristen instead of Mike.

"This might not be such a tough job after all," My aunt said as she
looked me over.

Cindy looked at me silently for a few moments then asked, "Are you
sure you know what you're getting into Mike?  I mean you understand
that mom and I are going to do everything we can to make a girl out of you?"

"She's right Mike,"  Added my aunt. "When we're done you'll be as
close to a real girl as we can possibly make you!  You can back out
now if you want to and no one will ever know!"

I just smiled at Aunt Barb and said, "Go ahead, do your worst! "

My aunt glanced at my father to see if there had been any change of 
mind on his part. 

"You heard the girl Barb, do your worst!"

Aunt Barb smiled at mom and dad. "Say goodbye to your son!"

She then asked Cindy to bring in the stuff from the car as she led me
into the kitchen. I was told to sit in a chair next to  the table and
wrap a towel around my shoulders to protect my outfit. Cindy returned
from the car and spread a bunch of curlers and stuff on the table. 

First Aunt Barb took me over to the sink and shampooed my hair,  she
dried it off just until it no longer dripped and began to comb it. I
didn't realize how long it had become until it ended up just above my
eyes. Before I could move it out of the way Aunt Barb began to trim
it. After she finished with the front she began to work on the sides
and back. It took a few minutes but soon she pronounced it perfect. 

She then took me back to the sink while Cindy began mixing something
that smelled awful. When she was finished she handed a bottle to my
aunt who began to squeeze small streams of it into my hair. She would
take her comb, part my hair in one place, squeeze some stuff onto my
head then repeat the steps in another spot. Puzzled, I asked what was
going on.

"We're giving you a dye job Kris,"  giggled Cindy.  "Instead of that
mousy blonde hair you've got you'll have a cute shade of Auburn!"

"Oh yeah,"  I replied. "Jim's mom did that to him already. But what's
the use since it comes out with a good shampooing?"

"Not this stuff Kris!"  Laughed Cindy. "This color's permanent until 
you switch or it grows out!"

"Wait a minute!" I shouted. "You never said anything about permanently
dyeing my hair!"

Aunt Barb just laughed at my predicament. 

"Relax Kris, it's just one step in changing you from a boy to a girl! 
And speaking of permanents, guess what you're getting next!"

I had no choice but to sit there while my aunt colored and curled my
hair! I told them to do their worst and they were certainly trying!

After putting what she called the perm solution on me Aunt Barb rolled
my hair up in curlers and sprayed what she said was a setting solution
on it. Satisfied that they were done with my hair they went to work on
my eyebrows next. 

Cindy took one side while her mom took the other. Each had a pair of
tweezers and a cotton swab with hair dye on it.  After several minutes
of painful pulling they applied the hair dye to my brows then took
something that looked like tweezers that had a long curved end padded
with foam, put hair dye on it and did my lashes. 

Cindy then took my hands, removed the polish I had so carefully
applied to my nails and glued finger nail tips on them. 

"Just a little extra touch Kris! You'll love the way they look when
I'm done!"

After gluing on the fake nails she took a bottle of dark red polish
out and began to coat my nails. 

"Pink doesn't look good with your new hair color Kris, You'll need
something darker! You can do your toe nails when we get home!"

Mom dragged out an old hair dryer she had in the attic and set it up
for me. It had a small case that sat on a table or floor with a long
hose that attached to a plastic hood. She placed the hood over my
curlers, turned it on, handed me a fashion magazine to read then went
into the living room with the others.

After about an hour they returned and turned the dryer off. Aunt Barb
removed the hood and began to check to see if my hair was completely
dry yet. Apparently it was because she began to take out my curlers.
When the last curler was out she then took a brush and began to style
my hair. She parted it just a little bit back from my forehead and
began to brush that section back and towards the sides. When she
finished that she brushed the front section, fluffed it up and brushed
it over my forehead. 

Cindy and Mom had silly looking smiles plastered on their faces while
dad just stared at me. I had seen that look before, it was the same
way that Jim had looked at me when mom had gotten us all dolled up!

"Do I look like a girl dad?"  I asked as Aunt Barb removed the towel
from my shoulders.

Dad smiled at me .

"You're a beautiful young lady now Kris! Absolutely beautiful!"

Cindy grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to my feet.

"Come on Kris, take a look at yourself now!"

I was thrilled at how I looked! I had really pretty dark red, wavy
hair that went past my collar in the back with curly bangs in front.
My eyebrows and lashes were a little lighter than my hair but no where
near what they used to be. As a matter of fact my eyebrows were now
thin and arched, my lashed looked longer and curled upward! I was now
one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen!

"I love it!"  I shouted! "I'm really pretty!"

"I'm glad you like it Kris,"  Cindy said. "You're going to be a hit at
the dances this summer!"

Cindy was right, I'd be thrilled to dance with a girl that looked as
pretty as I did! I was beginning to look forward to trying my new look
out on some guys. I couldn't wait to see how they'd react to me!

Mom snapped a few pictures of me while Aunt Barb packed up the curlers
and the rest of the things she'd brought. I happily posed with Cindy
so mom could get some great shots!

When everything had been cleaned up I kissed mom and dad goodbye then
reached for my suitcases. Before I could pick them up dad stepped in
and took them. 

"Allow me Miss!"  He said as he carried them out to the car!

I kissed mom goodbye then headed for the car with Cindy. Dad was on
his way back by then but I stopped him to say goodbye.

"Thanks dad,"  I said as I hugged him. "You're really sweet!"

"My pleasure young lady, do you suppose I could get a kiss from my
beautiful daughter?"

I threw my arms around his neck, hugged him tight and kissed his cheek.

"I love you dad!"

"I love you too Kris!"

It was dark out by then but it really didn't matter. If anyone had
seen us they'd never have guessed that the pretty girl hugging my
father was really his son! Mike was just a pile of clothes I had left behind.

Cindy was full of questions for me as we drove to her house. She
insisted that I tell her all about the play and how it felt the first
time I wore girl's clothes. She burst out laughing when I told her how
mom made me wear a slip and panties along with the skirt, blouse, and
stockings I wore for the play. 

"Weren't you worried that someone would see your slip?"

I explained that it was several inches shorter than my skirt and that
mom and I had checked carefully to make certain it wasn't showing!

She listened intently when I told her about my "date" at the mall and
skating the next day. I left out the part about how the boy had kissed
me at the skating rink but Aunt Barb seemed to know all about it!

"Aren't you forgetting something Kris?"  She asked.

"Uh no, why Aunt Barb?"

That's when she blew my cover! 

"What about the kiss?  Did you enjoy it?"

"Kiss?"  Cindy asked. "What kiss mom?"

Embarrassed, I broke down and told Cindy all about how the boy had
held my hand and given me a kiss goodbye at the skating rink.

Cindy squealer excitedly.

"Did he kiss you on the lips, did you like, did you kiss him back?"

"No Cindy,"  I laughed  as I tried to explain. "He kissed me on the
cheek, and I didn't kiss him back! After all I'm not that kind of girl!"

"But did you like it?"  Cindy shot back. "You never said if you liked
it or not!"

"Well, it wasn't too bad I guess. I mean it was only on the cheek!"

"Aha!"  Cindy Squealed!  "You did like it!"

"Okay girls,"  Aunt Barb broke in. "That's enough for now!"

"By the way, are either of you girls hungry?"

"Sure mom,"  Cindy replied. "I could go for a burger and a drink!"

"Me too!" I chimed.

We turned into the parking lot of a fast food joint and I remembered
how scared I was when we stopped after the play. This time I was
confident that no one could tell that I was a boy, my aunt had too
good of a job for that to happen!

"This is great"  Cindy exclaimed. "I know a couple of the kids who
work here! I can't wait to introduce you to them Kris!"

As we approached the counter the girl at the register greeted Cindy.
Cindy wasted no time introducing me as her younger cousin Kristen who
would be staying with her over the summer. The girl smiled, checked me
out from head to toe and said that she'd introduce me to her little sister.

"That's great!"  Cindy said. "I told Kris all about the dances, maybe
your sister would like to go too!"

The girl thought that was a great idea, her sister wanted to go but
her friends were too shy. Now she'd have someone to go with!

We got our order and sat down to eat when one of the guys who worked
there came over to us. Cindy of course performed the introductions.

I noticed that even though the guy was talking to Cindy he kept
sneaking glances at me. I thought he was cute and decided to have a
little fun with him. 

While he was talking I crossed my legs and sat back in the booth to
let him get a better look at them. Needless to say he immediately
glanced down and almost lost his train of thought. 

I couldn't believe how easy it was for me to distract this guy!  I
mean if I had sat up straight to show a little more of my bustline
I'll bet he would have completely forgotten what he was saying!

I had to go to the restroom so I excused myself, picked up my purse
and headed for the ladies room. The guy was gone when I got back but
Cindy said he couldn't take his eyes off me as I  walked away! 

 I asked Cindy if girls really knew how much power they had over guys. 

"Of course,"  She replied. "Guys will do anything they can to please a
girl if she's cute or if they like her. That's one of the fun things
about being a girl!"

We finished our sandwiches and drinks and were leaving when the boy
passed us. 

"See you later!"  He called after us. 

 Before Cindy could reply he added; "Nite Kristen!"

I turned and smiled. 

" Bye, it was nice meeting you!"

The smile that brightened his face told me that I had made a new
friend! 

Out in the car I told Cindy that I hoped I hadn't done anything wrong
with a guy she liked. Cindy told me to relax that he was just a friend
from school.

"He seemed to take an interest in you though!"

"You think so?"  I asked, trying not to appear interested.

"We all think so Kris,"  Laughed my aunt. "Kind of fun getting a guy's
engine racing like that isn't it?"

"Excuse me?"  I replied, hoping that they hadn't noticed my efforts to
get his attention.

Cindy howled with laughter. 

"She crosses her legs so he can get a better look at them, swings her
little butt on the way to the ladies room, then acts like she did
nothing wrong!"

"It's okay Kris,"  my aunt said. "We'll teach you how to handle guys.
It looks like you'll be a very popular girl!"

I hoped the darkness hid my smile. I was very happy and excited that
boy had taken an interest in me. Even better was my aunt's telling me
that I was going to  be a popular GIRL!

We got home and Aunt Barb showed me to a spare bedroom. The room was
absolutely meant for a girl, it had light violet walls, frilly
curtains, and a canopy bed with a white ruffled canopy. The bed had a
pillow with a satiny, ruffled case that looked so inviting. Before  I
could plop into bed though I had to unpack all of my clothes, put them
away and take a bath.  

I ran my bath water while putting my clothes away then went into the
bathroom to undress. I had just gotten settled into a warm bubble bath
when the door opened and Cindy walked in!

"Relax Kris,"  She said, noticing my obvious concern. "We're both
girls remember!"

She then handed me a pink plastic razor and began to show me how to
shave my legs and underarms. Even though she acted as if there was
nothing to be upset about I found it really tough to relax while she
demonstrated on my right leg. Cindy lathered my leg up with soap then
began to run the razor up and down my outstretched leg I  figured
she'd stop at the knee since the rest was underwater but she had other plans.

"Stand up so I can get the rest of you!"  She said as if she were
talking to a little kid.

"Are you nuts!" 

"Come on Kris, quit fooling around. You have to learn how this is
done!"  Cindy said, losing patience with my modesty!

Feeling very silly I slowly stood up out of the protective bubbles.

Cindy never even batted an eye, she kept talking about what she was
doing as she shaved all the way up to my waist!

"Okay Kris, now raise your arm."

I raised my arm and Cindy lathered my underarm and ran the razor over
me a few more times. 

"Think you've got it Kris?" 

"Yeah Cindy, sure!"  I said. I would have said anything to get rid of her.

"Okay then, do a good job. Let me know if you need help, I'll be back
to check when you're done."

Cindy finally left the room and I began to shave my left leg. I
lathered it up just as Cindy had done and carefully ran the razor up
and down my leg. It wasn't easy getting around the back but with a bit
of twisting and turning I managed to shave everywhere. 

I just laid back down in the bubbles to relax and admire my smooth
legs when once again the door opened and Cindy came in.

"Don't you ever knock?"  I asked sarcastically.

"Not for my little sister!"  She quickly replied. "Now stand up and
let me see how well you've done!"

Sighing, I stood up and waited while Cindy examined me.

"Very good Kris,"   She said. "Just one more thing and you're done!"

She handed me a pair of sharp hair cutting scissors and told me to
trim my pubic hair  down about an inch or so. After I trimmed it I was
to lather the area and shave the stubble that remained.

"You want to look good in your bikini don't you?" 

I had forgotten about my bikini, I definitely wanted to  look good in
that! I  took the scissors from Cindy and while she was standing there
began to trim my pubic hair.  I trimmed it as low as she thought would
be needed for my bikini and trimmed the sides to prevent anything from
peeking out! After I finished with my razor Cindy said that I was done
and offered me a towel as I stepped out of the tub.

She showed me how to pat the shaved sections dry instead of rubbing
them then helped me apply some baby oil to keep me smooth. She handed
me a pink nylon nightgown and helped me pull it over my head. I looked
down and found that it barely reached my thighs!

"Isn't this a little short?" I asked.

Cindy just giggled as she handed me a pair of matching nylon panties
with rows of lace around the back. I pulled them on and was thrilled
at how silky they felt!

"Come on Kris,"  Cindy said as she left. "I've got a surprise for you!"

I followed Cindy into her bedroom as she closed the door. She began to
take off her jeans and top but I was determined to stay put. After
all, she said we we're both girls right! 

Cindy took of her top and jeans, then asked me to unhook her bra. I
was a little surprised but did as she asked. She then pulled off her
panties, reached into a drawer and took out a yellow nightgown just
like the one I wore. She pulled it on and stepped into the matching
panties. Looking at ourselves in the mirror we both broke into a
giggling fit.

"Wonder what that guy in the store would say about you now?"  Giggled
Cindy. 

"I hope he'd like what he sees!"  I shot back.

We went downstairs to show Cindy's mom our matching outfits!

Aunt Barb told us we made cute sisters in our nightgowns and suggested
that we dress alike more often. It seemed like fun so Cindy and I
agreed to give it a try sometime. 

Aunt Barb suggested that we get to bed since tomorrow would be the
first full day of learning to be a girl and she wanted me to be wide
awake for it. I gave her a goodnight kiss and told her how anxious I
was to be a girl.  Back in my room I sat down on my bed and began to
run my hands over my legs. I didn't have a lot of hair to begin with
but what little I had was gone now. My legs felt very smooth and soft
after shaving and the baby oil. As I laid down and covered up I knew
without any doubt that I was going to enjoy being a girl!	



It took a few moments for me to figure out where I was the next
morning. After all I wasn't used to finding myself in a frilly canopy
bed wearing a nightgown and panties!

After a quick trip to the bathroom I went down to have breakfast with
Aunt Barb and Cindy, Cindy of course wore a nightgown that matched
mine but my aunt was wearing a short one that showed her panties as
she prepared breakfast. I guess it was rather obvious to Cindy what I
was looking at because she began to giggle.

I thought my aunt would be mad at me but she just laughed.

"You'll get used to it soon Kris!"  She said. "After all you're a girl
now too!"

Cindy gave a playful shot to the ribs.

"I can't wait to see what the guys think of you Kris!" She laughed.
"You're going to attract a lot of attention you know!"

I thought back to the mall and roller skating and realized that Cindy
was probably right. I was pretty enough as a girl to interest other
boys but was that something good? After all I was still a boy
regardless of how I looked. 

"That's what worries me!"  I replied. "What am I supposed to do if a
boy wants to go out with me?"

"I've already talked to your folks about that Kris. You'll be allowed
to go to dances and things like that with other girls or double date
with Cindy. No going out alone though, you're too young yet!"

I almost fell out of my chair! I meant how could I avoid boys asking
for dates and my family had already established ground rules for my
going out with them!

"But I can't go out with other boys!" I exclaimed. "Besides I don't
want to date boys!"

Cindy looked at me as if I had just insulted her.

"There's no way you're going to ask any girl for a date as long as
you're here! I'm not about to have the other kids think there's
something wrong with me!"

"I thought your parents and I made everything clear to you last
night!"  My aunt replied angrily. "You're a girl now and you're going
to be a girl for the summer! That means completely living as a girl so
you'd better get any thoughts of dating girls out of your mind right
now young lady!"

I was so upset by Aunt Barb's outburst that I began to cry. Cindy
pulled her chair close to mine and put her arms around my shoulder.

"Please don't cry Kris,"  She said soothingly. "Every thing's going to
be okay!"

"Sure, that's easy for you to say!" I sobbed. "Your life's not being
turned upside down! What if you had to be a boy?"

"I doubt I'd like that but if I had to I'm sure I'd make do somehow. I
enjoy being a girl though, and once you relax you'll see how much
nicer it is to be a girl!"

 Aunt Barb handed me a kleenex to dry my tears.

"Your parents thought they were doing you a favor Kris, they thought
you'd enjoy being able to wear pretty clothes and live like a real girl."

"I just enjoyed pretending to be a girl once in a while, I never
really wanted to be one!"

"Well it wouldn't be fair for you to think that all there was to being
a girl was wearing pretty outfits. Now you're going to get a chance to
really experience life as a girl!"

I could see that there was no way for me to win this argument. If only
I hadn't been so willing to let mom dress me up and pretend I was her
daughter. It had been a lot of fun but now I had to become a girl and
I was scared out of my wits!

"What's going to happen to me?" I asked timidly. "How bad is it going
to get?"

Aunt Barb smiled as she sat next to me.

"It's not going to be bad at all Kris! Actually I think you'll really
enjoy yourself once you forget about being a boy! 

"Yeah Kris!"  Said Cindy. "You're going to have a blast as a girl!
You're pretty and thin enough to wear some really cute outfits."

"Cindy and I are going to smooth out any rough points that you might
have and soon you'll be a lovely young woman! "  Aunt Barb said. 
"You'll do absolutely everything Cindy does, housework and running
errands for me. In a little while everyone will get to know my pretty niece!"

"Once everything's done around the house we can hang out at the mall
or the swimming pool." Cindy added. "And of course there's always
Friday evenings!"

 I didn't need to be reminded about Friday evenings, that was what had
started the argument in the first place.

"Do I have to go to the dances?"  I asked. "I'd feel really strange if
another guy wants to dance with me."

"You don't have to if you don't want to."  My aunt replied. "But I'll
bet that if you went to just one you'd beg to go back!"

"Remember the guy you met last night?"  Cindy asked coyly. "I happen
to know that he goes to all the dances!"

"So what if he does, what are you trying to say?

Cindy laughed. "Only that he seemed to think you were cute! Remember
how he said goodbye to you?"

I began to blush remembering how he had ignored Cindy to specifically
say good bye to me.

"Just come with me Friday,"  Cindy pleaded. "If you don't like it I'll
never ask you again!"

Trying to be a good sport I agreed and Cindy immediately threw her
arms around me and hugged me. It felt nice to make her happy and it
was only one dance.

After breakfast Cindy and I went back to our rooms to get dressed. I
was picking out a dress to wear as I was told to do when Cindy walked
in wearing only a bra and panties.

"Need any help Kris?" She asked cheerfully. 

I had to work hard to avoid looking at Cindy but managed to ask her
help in picking a dress. We finally decided on a pretty blue and white
striped one with short puffed sleeves. Cindy made no effort to leave
while I changed into a pair of panties and a bra. I chose a full white
slip which Cindy thought was adorable and after slipping it on began
to pull on my pantyhose.

"You're pretty good at getting dressed!"  Cindy exclaimed. "Are you as
good at acting like a girl?"

"That guy last night didn't seem to have any problems with me!" I said
with a smile. "What do you think?"

Cindy looked me up and down before replying. 

"I think you're going to be the cutest, sweetest, little sister any
girl could want!"

That really made me feel great! If I had to be a girl then I wanted to
be Cindy's sister, what more could any girl ask for? 

"Thanks Cindy, you're really sweet. I'm thrilled to be your little sister!"

Cindy helped me zip up my dress and after I slipped on a pair of pumps
we went back to her room while she dressed.

It still felt odd for me to be sitting there watching a girl get
dressed but like I was told - we were all girls here!

When Cindy was done we went downstairs to start my lessons in being a
girl. My aunt had me walk across the room several times, turning and
stopping to pick things up. Next I had to sit down, cross my legs or
sit with my knees together. One of the hardest lessons was picking up
small, flat objects - my new fingernails kept getting in the way!
Cindy and her mom showed me how to get under things with my nails
making it so much simpler to lift things. It was amazing the things
that a girl did differently, I really began to have fun learning to do
everyday things the way a girl would!

Cindy and her mom were very pleased with how quickly I learned things,
I suppose it was because I had so much practice at home with mom. The
one thing I did have problems with though was keeping my shoulders
held back, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't seem to get the hang
of it. 

Finally my aunt gave up, glancing at Cindy she told her to get what
I'd need. Cindy left the room in a rush and was giggling hysterically
when she returned.

"What's so funny?"  I asked hesitantly.

"These are!"  She laughed as she brought her hands from behind her
back. "You're going to have boobs!"

I stared open mouthed as Cindy handed her mom a pair of realistic
looking breasts! 

"Quit staring and unzip your dress!"  Laughed my aunt. "I want to see
how you'll walk with these in your bra!"

Before I could move Cindy was already pulling my zipper down. I
slipped it off my shoulders and pulled down the straps on my slip.
Aunt Barb gently pulled the cups of my bra away from my chest and
inserted a breast form in each cup. As I pulled my slip and dress back
up I noticed the difference in weight on my chest pulling me forward.
I automatically pulled my shoulders back to stop the feeling that I
was falling on my face.

"Good girl!  Exclaimed my Aunt. "That's exactly what I wanted!"

I kept glancing down at the bulges in my dress, wondering how hard it
would be to get used to them yet delighted to have them!

" Neat, I look like a real girl with these!"  I said excitedly.

"You looked like a real girl all along Kris,"  Said my aunt. "Those
will help you walk and even feel like one though!"

"How do you like them Kris?" Asked Cindy.

"They're going to take a little getting used to but I love them!"

"You'll get used to them soon enough, you'll be wearing them under all
your outfits."  Said my aunt. "You can even wear them swimming!"

With my new breasts I was able to stand and walk exactly the way I was
supposed to and we quickly finished my training for that afternoon. I
was looking forward to tomorrow when my Cindy was going to teach me
how to set my hair and use makeup! Now though my aunt wanted me to go
to the grocery store and pick up a few things for her. I put the money
in my purse and set off on my adventure.

As I walked to the store I passed several of my aunts neighbors. They
were all very sweet, smiling and treating me as though there was
nothing wrong. It really gave my self confidence a boost to have these
strangers accept me as a girl. I smiled back, held my head high, my
shoulders back and enjoyed being a girl! 

Once I got to the store I picked out the items i was sent for then
decided to spend a few moments browsing through the makeup and
stockings. I had always wanted to be able to look at the different
types of makeup and stockings but as a boy I didn't dare spend an
uneccessary moment in this section for fear someone might notice me.
Now however I could spend as much time as I pleased and no one would care!

When I finally finished the shopping I walked home dreaming of being
able to go into a store and pick out some stockings or makeup all by
myself. I was so involved in my dreaming that I didn't notice the
group of boys playing catch in the park. I didn't notice them however
until I passed them and suddenly heard a whistle ring out! I turned
towards the sound an found all three boys staring at me, one in
particular had a silly grin on his face! I wasn't sure what to do and
I suppose I was kind of flattered so I looked back and smile at him.
He immediately broke into a huge smile, grasped his chest and
collapsed screaming "I'm in love"!

I continued walking to avoid any problems but there was a spring to my
step that hadn't been there seconds earlier!

I didn't mention this to my aunt when I got back, for now this would
be my little secret! Cindy had already left for work at the local
burger joint so Aunt Barb suggested that we go shopping to continue my
training. She was going to give me a quick course on fabrics and
outfit coordination while we picked out some new outfits for me. 

I half heartedly protested buying any more clothes because of the cost
but my aunt said that dad had insisted I have every conceivable outfit
a girl could have! Well since dad insisted who was I to argue, right? 

Along the way Aunt Barb told me that the most important thing to learn
about being a girl was to express my emotions. Not just if I was upset
or happy but to express them about everything I came into contact
with! She told me that a boy would describe the way something looked
but a girl would describe how she felt about how it looked! A shirt
was not yellow to a girl, it was a bright, cheerful, yellow. A red
dress was a warm, romantic red and so forth. In the half hour it took
to get to the mall I practiced describing thing I saw along the way.
It proved to be very much fun with gorgeous, jade green cars and a
breath taking sunset tinged in warm shades of orange, yellow and maroon!

Aunt Barb showed me many different outfits and pointed out the
features unigue to each such as a scoop neckline, A-line skirt, flip
skirts, flouncing, eyelet trim, and princess waistlines. After showing
me several different styles and explaining them I had to point out the
features on outfits I saw. After doing this in several stores we got
down to the serious business of my wardrobe.

Aunt Barb introduced me body suits while we were shopping and once I
tried one on with a pair of low waisted jeans I was hooked! Suddenly I
had a figure any girl my age would be proud of.  It seemed to
emphasize my .breasts while hugging my sides to give me curves I never
knew I had before. The snap crotch worked with my girdle to allow me
to squeeze into a pair of tight jeans that thrust my butt prominently
outward. As I zipped up the jeans I noticed that because of how tight
they were I now had the familiar crotch that I admired on the girls at
school! I was completely a girl in this outfit and I just knew I had
to have it!

I begged Aunt Barb to let me buy it on the spot but she insisted I try
a few more outfits on first. She handed me another body suit, this one
a beautiful peach shade with a delicate lace scalloping along the
scooped neckline. Before I could try it on she purchased a low cut bra
for me and had me put it on. I quickly removed the bra I had on and
replaced it with the new one carefully inserting my  fake breasts into
it's cups. I slipped on the body suit, fastened the crotch and pulled
up my jeans. When I came out to show my aunt how I looked even she was
stunned! 

"I never noticed this before Kris but you actually seem to have
cleavage!"  She said as she stared at my chest.

 Standing me in front of a mirror she had me look take a look at
myself. 

I saw it immediately,  the body suit being lower cut than the other
one allowed a section of my chest to show where a girls bust line
would have begun. There to my shock was what every fourteen year old
boy dreams of getting a glimpse of - the tops of a girls breasts! It
definitely shocked me, yet deep inside I liked what I saw! 

 "Good grief!"  I asked bewildered.  "Where did they come from?"   

"It must be that bra!" My aunt said. "It's a little different style
and probably pulls together the loose skin on your chest. I guess
that's not a good style for you, take it off and I'll find something else."

"Aunt Barb,"  I murmured. "I sort of like it, can I keep it?"

"I'm sorry Kris, I wasn't paying attention. What was it you said.?"

Summoning all the courage I had I looked at my aunt and repeated
myself. I was expecting the worst, after all this was all in fun, why
would I want something that made me look like I had real breasts? 

Instead of laughing at me my aunt just smiled and asked if I thought
one would be enough. I smiled and told her I thought I should have two
or three just in case! Without another word she picked out two more of
the same style and placed them in our cart. I couldn't wait to get a
chance to wear one, maybe that dance on Friday?

I still had many more outfits to try on and describe of my aunt but my
mind was elsewhere. I couldn't get the image o my breasts out of my
mind, I had to show Cindy and see what she thought!

After we bought every outfit  I said I really liked we went shopping
in a  small jewelry store where I bought several necklaces and
bracelets for myself. I was having a wonderful time picking out some
really cute earrings when my aunt asked me to sit down in a chair.  I
was busy comparing several different sets of earrings trying to make a
decision and without any thought sat down where I was told. A few
moments later I felt a twinge of pain in each earlobe and looked up to
see my aunt holding a mirror in front of me. Looking in the mirror I
saw that I now had two small golden globes attached to my ears!

"Well Kris, what do you think?  Now you'll be a able to wear pierced earrings!"

I was speechless as my aunt paid for the ear piercing and several
pairs of earrings for me. When we got out to the mall I asked her how
she could have done that to me.

"Relax Kris, You'll see how much nicer they are than clip on's and the
pain will go away in a few minutes!"

"But how do I go back to school in the fall with pierced ears?" I
Asked somewhat dismayed.

My aunt shrugged off my concern telling me that we'd think of
something, in the meantime I should enjoy wearing pretty earrings!

I was worried that things were moving a little too fast for me. I mean
seeing myself with cleavage was one thing but now pierced ears? How
far did my aunt intend to take me?

 All the way home I kept pretty quiet wondering my cleavage and what I
was going to do with my ears!  I was able to accept my aunts
explanation of my cleavage and after a few minutes I even found myself
happy to have pierced ears. After all now I could go out and buy that
really adorable pair of jade green earrings I had admired. I also
wanted to pick up some pink ice earrings and a matching necklace which
I thought would look  so nice with my pink dress!

The rest of the week was pretty quiet, I spent some time every day
with my aunt learning more about how to act like a girl and of course
running an errands she needed run. I spent my free time sunbathing in
the backyard in my bikini  and talking with Cindy. Once I told Cindy
about how I looked in my new bra she began to experiment with me. We
soon discovered that my hooking my bras on the tightest setting I
looked for all the world like a real girl! It was a short step from my
bras to my bikini top which generated a lot of interest from guys at
the pool! The trips to the local pool were always a lot of fun, I met
a few other girls my age and made some new friends. By the end of the
week I had a pretty nice tan going  

and was beginning to feel very relaxed and at ease as a girl. Before I
knew it Friday was here and I had a dance to go to that evening!

I was a nervous wreck on Friday, I'd never been to a dance before let
alone as a girl! Cindy kept talking to me throughout the day giving me
pointers on how to act around boys. I kept telling myself that no boy
would ever ask me to dance, after all there would be plenty of pretty 
REAL girls there, I could just stand around and watch.

With only a few hours left to go I took a shower and shaved my legs
and underarms again. I had shaved them just the night before but I
wanted to make sure everything was right. After I dried myself off I
wrapped a towel around my hair, slipped on my robe and panties and
went back to my room to get ready. I pulled out my curlers and set my
hair so that it would have time to dry then started work on my nails. 

I chose a light pink polish because I thought it would best match my
dress and earrings and carefully applied several coats to my finger
and toe nails. After about a half hour of putting it on, taking it
back off, and putting it on again I was finally satisfied with the way
they looked. I knew that I'd have to wait my nails dried before I
could finish dressing or do my makeup so I grabbed one of my fashion
magazines and sat back to wait it out.

Finally my nails were dry and I could finish dressing. I pulled on a
pair of white pantyhose and after making sure my new bra was hooked as
tightly as possible I turned it around, slipped my arms into the
straps and inserted the breast forms. Once again I saw the developing
breasts of a young girl peeking out from the bra and I was just as
thrilled to see the way I looked as I was at the mall! I pulled on a
panty girdle to make sure no bulges would show in the front of my
dress and also because it gave me a nice looking butt. I stepped into
a pink half slip and pulled my dress over my curlers. I figured I'd
wait and have Cindy zip me up, meantime I set to work on my hair. I
gently took out the curlers and worked my hair in to a style I had
practiced during the week. Next I put on a little bit of makeup, a
light coral lipstick that looked great with my hair color and just a
touch of pink on my eyelids. I put on my new pink earrings, my
necklace from dad, a bracelet and a delicate little ankle chain before
stepping into my white pumps to find Cindy.

After she zipped me up Cindy checked me out to make sure I looked just
right for the dance. She kept complimenting me on how nice I looked
and what a great job I had done putting an outfit together! When she
asked me if I was ready for my first dance I shrugged and said that I
was as ready as I'd ever be.

I really wanted to tell her that I was really looking forward to to
the dance, my girlfriends and I had talked about nothing but the dance
all week! We spent hours talking about what we were going to wear and
what guys we wanted to dance with and how we could get them to ask us!
I found myself caught up in the conversation and when asked about who
I'd most like to dance with I mentioned the guy who had whistled at me.

The girls pestered me unmercifully until I agreed to tell them the
story about how a boy had whistled at me. I tried to keep things as
simple as I could but the others wanted to know more about what he
looked like, whether I thought he was cute and if I minded being
whistled at. Since it was just my friends I told them what the boy
looked like, yes I did think he was cute and that I really liked being
whistled at! I guess the smile on my face told them that I thought
this guy was more than cute and in a few moments I found myself
calling him "Dreamy"!

 Imagine, me  a fourteen year old boy calling another boy dreamy!

 " Well what the heck",  I thought to myself, "He really was dreamy! 
I mean he had the cutest smile,  pretty light brown hair that didn't
seem to want to stay down in the back, 
a tan to die for and best of all he thought I was pretty!

Cindy broke into my daydream and asked me to zip her dress up for her.

"Anyone special you're hoping to see tonight little sister?  She
asked. 

"No, no one in particular Cindy,"  I said. "I'm just going to be nice
to you!"

"Yeah, right!" She shot back. "Just remember I'm going to be keeping
an eye on you tonight so don't even think of sneaking off with some
boy!" 

Before I could say anything she winked at me. "Unless of course he's
got an older brother for me!"

We broke up laughing and hugged each other.

 "You're really sweet Kris,"  Cindy said. "I'm really glad you decided
to let me and mom make you into a girl!"

I paused for a second. 

"That's what kind of bothers me Cindy,"  I said. "I've only been a
girl for a week now and I think of myself more and more as a girl!"

"Yeah, so what's the problem little sister, You are a girl remember?"

"No Cindy, I'm a boy remember!" I shot back. "I'm a boy who looks like
a pretty girl but I'm still a boy! When summer's over I go back to
being a normal boy again."

Cindy just laughed. "That's going to be some trick! You're a much
better girl than you ever were a boy!"

"Tell me about it!"  I exclaimed.  "If things keep going the way they
are I'll be more girl than boy by the time summer's through! Then what?"

"We'll figure it out then Kris!"  She said off handedly. "Until then
you have to be a girl so enjoy yourself!"

"Believe me, " I grinned. "I am, I really am!" 

Cindy finished dressing and we took off for the dance. When we got
there I saw my girlfriends waiting and ran to join them. We spent a
few minutes looking over each others outfits then went into the dance. 

Inside it was a lot like the one or two dances I had gone to during
school, the boys all grouped together on one side and the girls on the
other. Since none of the boys seemed to want to dance my friends and I
went out and started dancing by ourselves. I was having a lot of fun,
dancing as a girl meant that I could just relax and have fun  I didn't
have to worry about what anyone else thought about me since the other
girls were doing the same thing I was doing! 

I danced to every song that the band played and loved it! Soon however
they announced a slow song for couples and my friends and I
reluctantly headed off the floor. Before I made it back to the safety
of my friends however a boy stepped in front of me and smiled.

"Hi!"  He said happily. "I just stopped by to tell you that I'm in
love with you!"

"Excuse me?"  I said, unsure of what I heard.

The boy looked at me and said, "Since I'm in love with you I thought
you'd at least dance with me!"

Just then we stepped into the light and I saw that the boy was the
same one who had whistled at me!

"Well, " I said giving him what I hoped was a heart breaking smile,
"Since you do love me I suppose it's okay to dance with you!"

Taking me by the hand he led me back onto the dance floor. He
introduced himself as Tom as he put his arm around my waist. 

I didn't even try to protest as he pulled me close. I was experiencing
feelings that I'd never know before! Yes I know I had a mini date with
a boy at the mall and had skated with and even been kissed by a guy
before but Tom was different. For one thing he was so much cuter than
the other two guys and he seemed to have a way to make me laugh and
feel relaxed. And this all within a few short minutes! 

My dancing lessons with my aunt proved really helpful as Tom led me
round the floor. He held one of my hands in his while I held the other
one against his chest. He seemed to be really excited about dancing
with me because I could feel his heart pounding against my hand. 

The dance only lasted for a few minutes but they were great minutes,
Tom kept me laughing the whole time with his jokes! I wanted to spend
some more time with him but my girlfriends wanted me to go to the
bathroom with them. I knew they wanted all the juicy details about Tom
and I really couldn't wait to tell them. I told Tom I'd dance with him
again later but right now I had some "Girl Stuff" to take care of. Tom
seemed so happy that I promised to dance with him again that he didn't
care what I had to do so off the the Girl's room I went with my friends!

We spent almost fifteen minutes in the bathroom with most of it
dedicated to questioning me! I don't remember ever hearing any boys
asking so many questions about another guys date but then again not
many of the boys I hung out with had a girlfriend.

We got back to the dance and once again went out to dance together but
our happy little group was shortly invaded by Tom and some of his
friends. He managed to separate me from my girlfriends but since he
brought some guys for them they didn't seem to mind!

Tom and I danced together most of the night although a couple of times
I did dance with other guys when they asked me. 

By the end of the night I had danced with about five other guys
besides Tom and I had a blast with each of them! One guy was a junior
at Cindy's school and several inches taller than me. When we danced a
slow dance he put both arms around my waist which gave me no choice
but to put my arms around his neck. He was really sweet, asking me all
about myself and whether I was enjoying my vacation. I don't remember
anyone ever being interested in me the way he was.

After the dance was over I met up with Cindy and told her all about
the guys I'd danced with. I must have spent more time talking about
Tom than the others and she quickly zeroed in on him asking me all
about him. After I finished describing him she told me that she knew
his older brother and occasionally went out with him. She asked if I'd
like her to set up a double date with him and his brother but I
quickly turned her down. A dance as a girl was one thing, dating
another guy with me in a dress was a whole different ball game!

Back in my room as  I took my dress and lingerie off to get ready for
bed I kept wondering what it might be like to go out on a date with
Tom or some other boy. I mean it's not as if it would be anything
major, I wasn't getting married or anything like that. I'd still
really be a boy it's just that if I was going to be a girl for a while
why not do what girls did and date boys? It would all be just part of
a harmless little game and I wasn't going to have to do anything but
smile and laugh at their jokes. I suppose I could even let them give
me a good night kiss on the cheek if I absolutely had to but that
would be it! Dating a boy and kissing one were entirely different
things, right?

I was almost ready t o go to Cindy's room and tell her I'd double with
her when I decided to wait. It had only been a week, no point in
rushing things! Still when I went to sleep I found myself dreaming
about going out with Tom, he'd wear a jersey and a pair of jeans and
I'd wear a pretty denim dress I saw the last time I was  shopping.
Maybe we'd go to a pizza shop and then a movie where he'd put his arm
around me and I'd snuggle close to him. When we got home he'd walk me
to the door and put his arms around me. Drawing me close he tell me
that I looked really great then he'd lean down and kiss me! In my
dream I put my arms around his neck and we kissed for several minutes
before I had to go in. One last kiss and we'd say goodbye with plans
to go out again the next weekend!

The kiss is what worried me. What would I do if he tried to kiss me on
the lips or heaven forbid give me a "french" kiss that all the guys
bragged about? Would I punch him in the face the way Mike would do to
another boy or would it be best to just gently push him away
explaining that I wasn't that kind of girl? Punching him would be a
problem, how would I be able to continue on as Kristen if I punched
out another guy? Of course he was a little bigger than me and might
punch back,. Then again maybe I wasn't strong enough to push him away,
then what? Would I have to stand there and let him kiss me?  Worst of
all, what if he kissed me and I liked it?!

I knew I'd have to deal with this problem sooner or later, all girls
my age did, but I decided to make it later, as late as possible!
Meanwhile I was going to have as much fun as a girl my age could! 

A few days later Cindy announced that there was an opening at the
hamburger shop where she worked and that she had talked to her boss
about hiring me. He seemed interested and wanted me to come in for an
interview. I wasn't sure if I wanted to work but Aunt Barb insisted on
it. She said that I shouldn't be depending on dad for everything and
that it would be a big help in getting used to being a girl!

The next morning I put on a gold top and a pair of jeans and set off
for my interview. I filled out the application listing my home address
but showed that I was staying with Cindy. I never stopped for an
instant as I checked the box for Female under sex. To tell the truth,
it never occurred to me to do anything else. I guess Cindy and my aunt
were wearing down any resistance I might have had!

My interview lasted only a few minutes and ended with my being hired
as a cashier. Cindy took me into the back room and helped me pick out
a uniform top and bottoms that I'd have to wear. I was supposed to
report the next day for training!

I took my uniform home and tried it on to see how I'd look in it. The
inserts in my bra gave me enough of a bust line to fill out the top
but even though the bottoms were the same size I usually wore I
noticed that they were a little tight in the butt and hips. I pulled
them up, zipped my top up, put on my cap and looked in the mirror. The
top was designed to curve in at the waist and ended just at  my hips
which protruded out in my bottom. The effect was great, I looked like
a curvy young girl!

 The next day I showed up for training and began to learn all I need
to know to be a "cheerful, friendly, counter girl" as the training
manual described. I had to be the best girl I could possibly be since
I would meet and talk to several hundred people a week and each of
them had to think of me as just another cute kid earning her spending
money! 

I did my best and soon I was working several days a week .

My aunt was right, this job really helped me change from thinking of
myself as a girl for the summer, now I considered myself to be just
another girl! I really had no choice you understand, every time I
poured a drink or reached for a sandwich I saw my polished and cared
for nails, everyone called me Kris or Krissy and treated as though I
were a girl so it wasn't long before Mike was a very distant memory!

I couldn't complain though, I made several new girlfriends and got to
know a couple of guys who seemed to find me cute! Once in a while I
would get together with some of the other kids and we'd go to a show
or if it was just us girls we'd go to the mall to shop!

After about a month of work and some very hard thought I finally got
up the nerve to ask Cindy to arrange a double date!

Cindy set it all up and within hours I was set up to go out with
Cindy, her friend John and his brother Tom! Cindy set it up so that
for my first date we'd go to a movie and a local pizza shop, nothing
fancy, just a chance to get used to dating.  

I was a nervous wreck the entire week before the date, I  had to
concentrate extra hard at work to keep from goofing up! I confided my
plans to my girlfriends and we made several special trips to the mall
to find just the right outfit for me.

I had a blast that week trying on a slew of different outfits
including some that were just too sexy or fancy for a movie and pizza.
Still the outfits were gorgeous ranging from strapless evening gowns
which fit like a glove and gave me a figure designed to drive guys
crazy to a pear of jeans and a flannel top.

The gown was of course too much, too much money and too much me, while
the jeans and shirt were much too tomboyish! I wanted Tom to think I
was pretty and the jeans and shirt seemed to say, "I'm one of  the
guys!" a thought I didn't want Tom to have! Finally after hitting
nearly every store in the mall I found the denim dress I adored! 

I knew I wanted  that dress as soon as I saw it and trying it on was
just a formality. Of course once I saw how I looked I knew I had that
most elusive of things - the perfect dress!

I practically ran to the register to pay for my dress, I wanted to
make certain that it was all mine!

I had been to several dances over the past weeks so getting ready
Friday afternoon wasn't that much work anymore. I was very good at
fixing my hair and makeup but I spent a little extra time just to make
sure everything was perfect. I put on some of the lingerie dad had
given me along with a pair of tan pantyhose with light blue pumps. My
dress buttoned up the front and when I put it on I left several
buttons open on top just to feel a little sexy!

I added a pair of white earrings to match  the belt of my dress and a
gold bracelet around my wrist. I felt so great that I honestly
couldn't wait to see Tom, I wanted him to think I was the cutest girl
he ever saw!  

Tom and his brother arrived right on time and came in to meet Cindy's
mom. When we got to the car Tom held the door open to allow me to get
in first, I smiled and said that I thought he was sweet. His face
brightened up like a little kid getting his favorite toy for
Christmas! Tom got in next and at first sat with enough room for two
more people between us. I smiled and asked if he'd mind sitting closer
so that we could talk. I mean if this guy was nice enough to spend
money on me the least I could do was sit close to him!

We talked a lot on the way to the movie, all about movies we saw and
liked or hated. I thought Tom would be a great friend even as a boy
but I realized that tonight things were different. Tom was expecting
an evening with  cute girl and I couldn't worry about Mike. Tonight I
was Tom's date and I was going to make sure he was with the girl he expected!

We went to a really great comedy that made me laugh so hard I was
crying! Tom noticed my tears and became very concerned asking if he
had upset me. I explained that I was just having a great time and
without thinking squeezed his hand. Tom took my hand in his and held
it for the rest of the movie. It felt so nice and comforting that I
didn't try to pull back, after all I was his girl for the evening!

The movie was great and Tom and I walked out to the car hand in hand,
once again Tom held the door for me. It seemed like such a sweet thing
to do that I felt I could easily get used to being treated this way!

We got to the pizza shop and Tom sat across from me just staring at me
and smiling. When we got into the car to go home I sat close to Tom
and let him put his arm around my shoulders drawing me close. We sat
like this and talked all the way home.

Tom and his brother walked me and Cindy up to her house where we said
our good bye's. I didn't think just good bye was enough so I reached
up and kissed Tom on his cheek.

"Thanks for a wonderful evening Tom."  I whispered. "You're really sweet!"

As I turned to leave Tom reached over and kissed my cheek. 

"So are you Kristen!"  He said. 

When Cindy and I got inside I thanked her profusely for setting up the
date! 

I dated Tom several more times that summer as well as going to dances
and skating rinks with the guys and girls from work. I had such a
great time that I was truly sad to see summer end but the end of
August was near and I had to return to being Mike again.

I sadly packed all of my pretty clothes, changed my hair color and
style and returned home to mom and dad. Although I couldn't be Kristen
everyday I did arrange to spend most of my free time that way along
with spending the family's Christmas vacation as a girl.  

As for my pierced ears I cover one hole up with a little dab of makeup
and wear a diamond in the other.  My friends all think it's neat and
several of them talked their parents into letting them get an ear
pierced too!

I did notice one thing about me that being a girl helped - I'm one of
the most sought after guys at school!  At the school dances the girls
love dancing with me and I've never been turned down for a date! My
friends beg me to tell them my secret but I plead ignorance. After
all, how many of them would be willing to become a girl so that they
too would know what girls really like!