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Cross Training

By

Karen Elizabeth L.

Copyright 1997

Mom and dad broke up a few years ago and even with child support my

family doesn't have much money. That all changed recently when mom won

the lottery. We now had more money than we ever dreamt of and our

lives were about to change!

I was just a normal boy doing what boys do, not paying attention to

my mom or teachers, and being a pain in the butt to my older sister

Barbara and her friends.

One of my favorite thing s to do was to sneak up on Barb and flip her

dress up in the back! I thought this was the most fun you could

possibly have next to looking up Barb's dress.

Of course Barb hated it but since dad left mom really hasn't been able

to control me very well. She tried her best but the complaints from

neighbors and teachers just kept pouring in. One day mom announced

that at the end of the school year we were moving to another t town.

She told me that it would give me a fresh start and that she was sure

I'd settle down and behave.

I've looked at some pictures of our new house and I can't believe it!

Instead of a small apartment we would have a nice big home with a huge

yard! I'm going to have my own rooms complete with walk in closets

that are almost as big as my old room! Barb is thrilled, she says

she'll finally have a big enough closet for all of her outfits while I

could fit everything I own in one with plenty of space left over.

Mom said not to worry, soon I 'd need the room for all of the new

clothes I'll have!

I hadn't been to the house yet but from what I could hear mom talking

about they've She's hired people to paint and move new furniture to

prepare for our moving in a few months. Mom told me that things would

be different for us in the new house but she won't say how. I've tried

to ask Barb about it but she just told me that I'd see soon enough.

I'm a little bit worried, I've caught Barb staring at me and smiling.

I don't trust her and I'm sure she's up to something!

It's the day of the big move, schools been out for two weeks and I've

said good-bye to all of my friends. We're not taking much with us,

there'll be all new furniture in the house and mom and Barb have been

shopping a lot lately to get clothes for my new closets. I don't mind

getting new stuff, my family's had to make do on very little for so

long that my clothes aren't anything to brag about anyway!

Mom, Barb, and I spent the last few hours making sure everything was

taken care of in the old house before we drove over to the new one. I

rushed into the house anxious to see how it looked with everything in

place but before I could look around mom stopped me saying that she

wanted to show me my new rooms Barb insisted on tagging along

saying that she couldn't wait for me to see my new room!

When mom opened the door to my room I could've died! I had a canopy

bed with ruffled pink sheets, a pink rug, and cream colored walls. My

dresser had a set of heated curlers and all kinds of makeup on it!

There was a showcase in the corner filled with the type of fancy dolls

that girl's collect and a poster of the latest rock group that the

girls in school went nuts over!

Mom opened the doors to my walk in closet to reveal that I had a

closet full of clothes that looked like stuff Barb would wear! There

wasn't a tee shirt or pair of shorts to be found, nothing but dresses,

skirts, and blouses!

Barb had a big grin on her face.

"I hope you like your new room and clothes, I helped mom decorate and

she let me pick out all of your new clothes!".

"Mom!" I screamed. "What kind of a stupid joke is this anyhow?"

"There's no joke." Mom said coolly. "I take it you don't like your

room?"

"There's no way I'm sleeping in that room and I'll never wear those

clothes!" I said adamantly.

"Then you'll have to find somewhere else to live!" mom replied. "If

you live here you'll sleep in that room and you will wear those

clothes!"

"But mom, those are girl's things , I can't dress up like a girl,

everyone will think I'm weird.

"Trust me, no one will think you're weird. They'll just think you're

a pretty girl, that's all!"

"Isn't this great?" Barb asked sarcastically. "You've been trying to

see what's under my dresses for so long and now you'll finally know,

because now you'll be wearing dresses too!"

Mom explained that she was at wits end trying to make me behave ,

nothing she tried seemed to work. She had gotten this idea from her

mother who knew of a boy it had been done to. It seemed like such an

extreme thing to do but after my grandmother reminded her of all the

trouble I had caused she decided it had to be done. Since I couldn't

enjoy the freedom I had as a boy without causing a great deal of

trouble perhaps the limitations of being a girl would settle me down.

Today would be the last day of my life as Kevin Roth, from now on I

would be Melissa Ann Roth!

No longer would I be able to run off to play Baseball while Barb

cleaned the house, I would pitch in and help with what I had always

called "girl's work". I wouldn't be jumping out of trees and scaring

people any more. Girls didn't do that sort of thing and besides, it

wouldn't be easy climbing trees in a dress and stockings! I wouldn't

be flipping Barb's dresses up anymore either since I wouldn't want

some boy to do that to me!

I was then told to go to my rooms and change into something pretty

after which I would have more explained to me. Mom smiled at me and

said, "Come on Missy, I'll show you how to put things on, I want you

to look especially pretty! ."

I was too upset to put up a fight and soon I was in my room standing

in front of mom in just a pair of panties. Mom went through my closet

picking out the rest of the things I would need to become Missy.

Before long I had on a padded bra, a pair of tan pantyhose, a lace

trimmed slip, and a dress that zipped up the back.

The dress was a sort of cream color with a full skirt and sleeves made

entirely of lace, I never felt so scared as when she zipped it up and

hooked the clasp at the top. It all seemed so final! Mom helped me put

on a pair of white shoes with a low heel then buckled the strap across

my ankle. After a little work with a brush and headband I ended up

with a girl's hairstyle.

" Well, what do you think?" She asked. "Do you like the way your new

clothes feel?"

"No I don't, I hate them!" I cried. "I'm a boy, I don't want to wear

dresses and girl's underwear!"

"Sorry Melissa," She said. But there isn't any other way. Believe me,

you'll really enjoy being a pretty girl once you get used to it!

What was left for me to do? I couldn't run away, yet if I stayed I had

to be a girl. I knew I had to stay but I couldn't stop worrying about

what was planned for me.

Barb was waiting for us when we went back to the living room. She was

smiling and looking at me from all angles.

"You're really cute Missy! I can't believe how pretty you look in your

new clothes!"

Mom asked me to sit down and as I did she showed me how to smooth my

skirt, put my legs together, and my fold my hands in my lap. I felt

silly acting like a girl but I did as I was told anyhow.

Mom explained that I would be expected to dress, act, and behave the

way girls my age would from now on. All of my boy's clothes had been

given away as well as any toys that were not appropriate for a girl.

From now on there would be no more toy guns or things of that sort.

Instead it would be baby dolls, jump ropes, tea sets, dresser dolls

and the like for me. I would have the best that money could buy;

bicycles, cable television in my room, the works! Mom would spare no

expense to make me feel loved and wanted, it was just that I would be

loved and wanted as her daughter from now on.

She went on to explain that in two weeks I would be sent off to summer

camp for a period of three weeks. This camp would be a little

different from other camps though, at this camp they taught boys how

to be girls! If I paid attention and worked hard no would ever be

able to tell that I hadn't been born female. After summer was over I

would return to a private school nearby as Melissa. Everything had

been arranged with the school where I would be treated the same as

any other girls my age.

"Just what I always wanted!" I thought to myself. "I'd be going back

to school as a girl! My mom was nuts!

As mom talked though I knew she was serious, I certainly couldn't run

away, there was no where to go. If I stayed I could have everything

I ever hoped for, or should I say that Barb could ever hope for!. I

thought that it would be best to just wait things out, mom would stop

this crap eventually.

I told mom that I would go along with her which brought a smile to her

face. She knew she had me trapped but it was still nice of her to act

like it was my choice!

Barb then took me back to my room and began to explain my new clothes,

what they Ire for, and how to wear them. Of course the first thing I

noticed was that there was going to be a big difference my old clothes

and my new ones. my underwear, formerly white, now came in every color

in the rainbow! If that wasn't bad enough there was lace everywhere! I

had lace on my panties, and of course my slips were all trimmed in

lace. I was considered old enough to wear training bras which were

also generously trimmed in lace. Barb laughed at me when I held up one

of my training bra's.

"Don't worry little sister," She said. "You'll fill them out soon

enough!"

I wasn't sure if she was teasing me or not but I was too afraid to

find out!

The next couple of weeks were rough, I had to be dressed as a girl

every day which meant a dress during the day, and frilly baby doll

PJ's with matching ruffled panties at night .Mom said it was kind of a

crash course in "Girl"!

Of course along with my dresses I wore all of the appropriate

underwear which included bras, girdles, slips, and Pantyhose. I

managed to ruin several pairs of stockings before I finally got used

to putting them on but mom just smiled and bought me more. She told me

it was normal for girls to ruin several pairs of stockings before they

got the hang of it and that I was no different than other girls my

age!

Probably the hardest thing to get used to was having Barb teach me how

to walk, sit, and stand while wearing a dress. She was thrilled to

finally get revenge on me for the problems I caused.

Mom had contacted a lawyer who specialized in this sort of thing and

had my birth certificate changed to show that I had been born a female

named Melissa Ann Roth! I felt trapped, there just didn't seem to be

any way out of this!

Mom and Barb were certainly getting their wish to have me behave.

Every day I had to do housework and dishes just like Mom and Barb had

done before. I wasn't about to sneak out to play in dresses so I

stayed home and learned how to be feminine. Barb's teasing soon

stopped and was replaced with a friendlier attitude towards her

"little sister". She was very helpful in teaching me how to dress and

act and even promised to help me set my hair once it was long enough.

What a treat!

Just learning to do housework was tough enough since I'd never had to

before but learning to do it in a dress and stockings was a whole

different problem! Mom and Barb were constantly reminding me to be

careful of how I stood or reached for something so that my slip

wouldn't show and I had to be very careful to keep from getting a run

in my stockings and having to change. Of course there was the problem

of going to the bathroom and having to arrange my dress and underwear

when I finished. I couldn't believe how much trouble girls had to go

through for the simplest things! I really missed just pulling down my

zipper and relieving myself. Now I had to hold up my skirt and slip

with one hand while using the other to pull down my pantyhose and

panties!.

Before long though it was time to go to my "Summer Camp". For the

first time in two weeks I was allowed to wear shorts instead of

dresses, I chose a pair of pink ones with ruffles around the leg, a

sleeveless white top, pink ankle socks, and white sneakers. I suppose

the last couple of weeks had made a real impression on me 'cause I

found myself sitting and standing as if I was still wearing a

dress. Barb smiled and told me that I was really doing well and that

she was so proud of her new sister. I'm sure she meant it as a

compliment but I still didn't like the idea of being a girl for the

rest of my life.

Mom drove me to the camp and helped carry my luggage into the dorms.

The rooms in the dorms were every bit as frilly as my room at home,

all done up in pastel colors with lace curtains, twin beds, and

matching vanities since for the next three weeks I would share a room

with another "girl" my own age

After mom put my stuff away she wished me luck, kissed me and left. I

looked in my closet and found that in addition to my usual skirts and

dresses there was now a white tennis dress, a matching pair of panties

with rows of lace along the back and several pairs of heels! While

looking for other surprises they may have left for me I found tow

bathing suits, one purple and one sky blue suit . I couldn't imagine

wearing either one but somehow I knew that it wouldn't be long before

I was standing alongside the pool I saw on the way in wearing a girls

bathing suit.

My roommate arrived a little while later and introduced herself as

Ken. I must have looked stupid standing there staring but I was sure

this was a girl! Ken kept telling me that he was really a boy like me

but I couldn't believe it! My roommate was wearing a pair of cutoff

jeans and a top that was pulled up an tied just below her bra line.

She had shoulder length blond hair tied back in a ponytail that swayed

as she walked. This was a girl any guy I knew would have stared at for

days and now she was my roommate!

Ken's mom guaranteed that he was as much a boy as I was but liked to

dress up like a girl. His mom had decided to send him to this camp to

smooth out any rough spots in her "daughter".

Rough spots! From where I was standing there was nothing rough about

Ken! He was all girl, nothing but curves, sugar, spice, and

everything nice! Ken's mom suggested that perhaps he would leave and I

could help her unpack so that we could get to know each other better.

Ken agreed, gave her mom a good-bye kiss and we started to put his

clothes away.

All the while we were putting her things away Ken kept talking about

how happy he was to be here and how great it would be. He seemed

amazed when I told him that I didn't want to be at the camp and

certainly didn't want to be wearing girl's clothes and learning how to

act like a girl! He smiled and said that he was sure that once I had

gotten used to it I'd love wearing pretty clothes, getting my hair

fixed, and being a girl!

Ken's mom had dressed him as a girl last Halloween and Ken had loved

every second of it! People mistook him for a real girl and he had so

much fun that he begged her mom to let him dress up whenever he could.

When he heard about this camp and a chance to live as a girl for three

whole weeks he pestered his mother until she agreed to let him come.

He couldn't wait to learn as much as he could about being a girl and

he promised to show me how much fun it could be! His enthusiasm was

catchy and before long he had me agreeing that it just might not be as

bad as I thought!

Soon a woman came to our room and introduced herself as one of the

counselors at the camp. She welcomed Ken and me to the camp and said

that she was sure we 'd enjoy our stay. She gave us a copy of the camp

schedule along with a map of the camp and said that we'd be expected

to meet her in another building in half an hour for a more thorough

explanation of what we would be doing in the camp. As she left she

added almost as an after thought that we were expected to wear a dress

or skirt for the meeting.

Ken switched into high gear and soon I found myself dashing about with

him trying to decide on what we should wear. Ken chose a mint green,

sleeveless top with and a pleated white skirt to wear while I chose a

peach colored blouse and a yellow peasant style skirt for me. Ken had

me so wound up that I had my blouse, stockings, and slip on before I

realized what I was doing! I thought about it for a moment and figured

that I didn't have any choice so I pulled on my skirt, tucked my

blouse into it and stepped into a pair of white flats.

Ken never hesitated, he got out of her shorts and top and began

putting on stockings as if he'd been doing this for his whole life!

Once he finished dressing he looked even cuter than before. I wondered

if I looked as good as he did and then wondered why I'd care!

We got to the room where the meeting was and joined a group of about

fifty other kids. It was easy to see that some of these kids were boys

but it looked as though there were a number of girls there too. We

were all dressed in a similar fashion, nothing but skirts and dresses.

Once we were all seated the head counselor began to explain what was

going to happen to us the next three weeks. The first thing she asked

us to do was to look around at the other kids in the room. She said

that regardless of what we looked like we were actually all boys .Then

she said that that would change by the end of three weeks!

She said that some of us had wanted to come here and some of us may

have been forced to come here. It didn't matter though because our

parents had decided we should be girls and when we were done we would

think, look, talk, and act just like any other girl our age. We could

fight it and refuse to learn we were told, that was entirely up to us.

However since we would certainly be spending time dressed as girls it

would be best for us to be convincing. It was our choice, we could be

called sissies, be laughed at and picked on, or we could be young

ladies! I hadn't thought of things that way before but as much as I

hated looking like this I sure didn't want anyone to know that I was a

boy!

We would be split into groups based on our ages and each group would

be taught the proper behavior for girls that age. We would spend

several hours a day in class then would have free time to relax and

enjoy ourselves later. We would be expected to wear dresses for class

time but after that we could dress as we wished, provided we wore

girl's clothing at all times.

We were then separated into two age groups and sent to different areas

to begin our classes. My group, the twelve to fourteen year olds,

would learn things like poise, beginning makeup, hair care, and

fashion. The older group of "Girls", fifteen to eighteen years old,

would learn similar skills but on a slightly more advanced level since

girls their age would be expected to use more makeup, wear different

clothes and date. I was glad I didn't have to take those classes since

I was sure that I wouldn't need those skills. Actually I had figured

that if I didn't cause too much trouble I could get mom to forget this

crap soon after I got home.

Class began with the instructor addressing as "Ladies" and explaining

that first of all some changes would be made to help our appearance.

It turns out that our parents had made some choices for us before we

came and now we were going to have a few things changed. We would all

be getting our hair done in ways to make us look as pretty as possible

then some of us would be getting our ears pierced!

I cringed at the idea of having my hair done, I had let it grow long

to defy mom who wanted it short. Now it looks as though mom will have

the last laugh, the teacher said that with my long hair they'd be able

to make me look really cute!

Moments later I was escorted to another room to have my hair washed

and styled. The lady doing my hair rubbed some really gross smelling

stuff on it after washing and trimming it then began to roll it up in

curlers. I had a terrible feeling in my stomach when I realized what

that smell and curlers meant - I was getting a perm just like mom and

Barb!

While they were setting my hair they filed my nails, shaped them and

put several coats of pink polish on them. After my nails were

completely done I was seated under a dryer and given a pamphlet on

menstruation to read.

I was horror stricken until I was told that it was something girls my

age talked about and I would need to know about it! Talk about a

scare, for a minute I wondered just how far they planned on going with

this stupid stuff!

When my hair was completely dry my curlers we removed and after a

little brushing and fluffing I was allowed to look in a mirror. Thanks

to my defying mom I now looked like a cute girl with long curly hair!

When I went back to the classroom Ken greeted me with his usual

enthusiasm, gushing about how cute I looked and how lucky I was to

have such long, thick hair. His hair was much shorter than mine and

had been cut into a style that even though it was as short as a boy's

it left no doubt that Ken was a girl.

When everyone was done we were given a lecture about menstruation and

how girls talked about it. I learned more than I ever cared to know

about cramps, pads, tampons and all the other fun parts of a girls

period. We would have to spend a few days on this and then we'd have

to give a short talk about our periods, when we first started having

them, and whether we used pads or tampons.

In the meantime we would begin learning how to talk like girls. Our

teacher told us over and over that talking like a girl was going to be

an important part of our training. This would really make a big

difference in our being accepted as girls. We were taught to use more

words like cute, sweet, adorable, and pretty. Instead of a "black and

white cat" we were taught to say "an adorable little black cat with

cute white paws"! We learned to use more descriptive phrases in our

conversations . We couldn't say that something looked good, we had to

say why we thought it looked good and most importantly to describe

what made us feel that it was good! By the end of the class we were

getting frustrated trying to think of new ways to describe ordinary

things but the teacher told us that by the time we were done we

probably wouldn't be able to think differently! Our next bit of

training was in poise. We actually had to balance a book on our heads

as we walked! I thought this happened only in old movies but the

teacher insisted that it would help us learn to walk more like girls!

There were a few guys who were able to walk and balance the first time

but most of us never got it right and were told to practice in our

rooms.

We were taught how to take short, sort of gliding steps which would

put the necessary wiggle to our walk I had a tough time on this part

and the teacher had to keep telling me to slow down and take smaller

steps. After about an hour I seemed to be getting the hang of it much

to my teachers delight and my relief. I had no idea being a girl was

anywhere near this hard!

The first day of training seemed to go on forever with the teachers

correcting us on any unladylike behavior they observed. Every time we

sat down we were reminded to smooth out our skirts , cross our legs,

keep our legs close together, and sit up straight like proper young

ladies! Our teachers never raised their voices, they very calm and

nice to us complimenting us whenever we did something correctly. They

had the right idea because before long I found that I actually wanted

to please them with my girlish behavior!

It was mid afternoon and the days training was just about to end when

our teacher told us that there was one more thing to do before

dismissal. She picked up a large box from the floor, sat it on her

desk and told us that when she called our name we would come and get

what she had in the box.

We did as we were told and each of us received what appeared to be a

pair of nude colored panties that seemed kind of small. After we had

all gotten our new panties we were told that they were called "sex

caching" panties and that when worn properly they would conceal our

male genitals. We were instructed on how to put them on and told that

we would be required to wear them any time we wore any type of slacks,

shorts or bathing suits. Tight panty girdles would serve the same

purpose under our dresses and skirts but these had to be worn any

other time! We were then dismissed and told to enjoy the rest of the

day but to make sure we studied in preparation for the next day's

classes.

On the way back to our room Ken convinced me to go swimming with him.

I didn't want to at first since I'd have to wear a girl's bathing suit

but he reminded me that everyone there would be a boy in a girl's

bathing suit. I still felt silly but it was awfully hot so I finally

gave in.

Back at our room we took off our dresses and lingerie then slipped

into our caching panties and bathing suits. Not wanting to be too

daring I decided to wear the blue, one piece suit that mom had given

me. It had taken me a little while to get myself tucked into the

caching panties but when I pulled on the suit and adjusted it I found

that my teacher had been right . I looked just like my sister did in

her bathing suits!

For the next several minutes Ken and I just stood there staring at

each other, neither of us wanting to be the first to say anything.

Finally Ken spoke up.

"You look great Kevin, just like a girl!"

"So do you Ken." I replied. "I hate to admit it but we look just like

a couple of girls!"

We couldn't seem to take our eyes off of each others crotch and soon

began to break out in laughter. Ken threw his arms around me and we

stood there hugging and giggling like two girls sharing a special

moment.

I finally broke the spell.

"I think that all things considered you should call me Melissa, or

better yet Missy."

Ken smiled at me.

"I think you're right Missy, please call me Kelly."

We hugged and laughed some more before heading down to the pool.

At the pool I still felt a little silly but we recognized some of the

other girls from our class and soon we were having a ball talking

about class, clothes and of course, how we came to be there.

I found several other girls whose parents had for one reason or

another decided to make girls of them Some had been dressing since

they were little and had grown accustomed to being girls while others

like myself were still having trouble getting used to our new sex.

We laid there tanning and talking for hours talking about growing up

as girls One girl, Jamie, told of how her mother had always wanted a

daughter and had bought nothing but girl's clothes when she was

pregnant. When Jamie was born her mom was determined not to let nature

stand in the way of her happiness and with her husband's blessing

raised Jamie as a girl. Jamie was finally told of her true sex when

she was eight years old but by then it was too late to change. She'd

been a girl all of her life and that's how her relatives treated her.

She had a closet full of frilly party dresses, play outfits, and

school dresses since she had gone to nursery school, kindergarten, and

first grade as a girl.

Linda was like I had been, hard to get along with, always getting into

trouble. Her dad's mother had been the one to suggest that she be

turned into a girl as a way to calm her down.

Susan was ten years old when she found out that her dad cross dressed.

She was fascinated by her dad's ability to become a pretty woman and

asked if she could try dressing up too. Her parents were only too

happy to agree and soon began buying her pretty clothes for her

birthday and Christmas. Girl Camp had been a twelfth birthday gift

from her parents.

Later on, back in my room, it seemed strange that these boys were able

to accept life as a girl so easily. I knew I'd never give in, I'd go

along until mom changed her mind. I was sure she would, she just had

to!

After a shower I put on my baby doll PJ's just like I had for the past

couple of weeks and went to bed. It had been an odd day of class and I

was sort of afraid to think of what the next three weeks would be

like. Could they really make me as comfortable as the girls at the

pool? If I was able to fool everyone into thinking I really was a girl

would I end up fooling myself too? Was it possible for me to

accidentally turn myself into the sweet, well behaved, daughter mom

wanted me to be? Needless to say it was tough going to sleep.

The next morning I choose a floral patterned sundress to wear to

class. The dress had spaghetti straps so I had to wear a strapless bra

and a half slip with it. I couldn't seem to fix my hair quite the way

it had been the day before so I just pulled it back into a ponytail

and left it like that. Kelly decided to wear a denim dress that she

looked terrific in! If I didn't know that my roommate was another boy

I would have sworn I was looking at a really good looking girl! Her

dress seemed to fit and show off curves that boys didn't have. She

thanked me when I mentioned it to her saying that it was one of her

favorite dresses and complimenting me on my outfit. Why was it so easy

to appreciate compliments like this when I was around her? She just

had a way of making me feel as if I should enjoy being a girl!

Class that day was devoted first to more sitting, standing, and

walking as a girl. I seemed to be getting better at it once I relaxed

and remembered all that mom and Barb had taught me. We gave our little

speeches on our periods and had to stand there and submit to questions

by the teacher and other girls. I was glad to finally be allowed to

sit down again, certain that talking to a real girl had to be easier

than this!.

Later that day I was once again called out of the class and taken back

to the beauty shop. I couldn't figure out why since they had just

given me a perm the day before. Once in the shop I was asked to sit

down in a chair away from the styling area. I was then told that mom

had requested that I have my ears pierced for earrings! Lucky me to

have such a thoughtful mother!

Before I got them pierced I had to listen to another lecture and

demonstration on taking care of pierced ears and earrings. Finally the

lady held an instrument to one ear then the other. A slight pop, an

instant of pain, and I had two gold ball earrings stuck to my ears. I

knew a couple of guys in school who wore an earring and had considered

asking mom to let me get one too but I never intended to wear two of

them!

Of course back in class Kelly made her usual fuss over my new

earrings, telling me how lucky I was to be able to have pierced ears.

Since she wasn't going to be a girl all of the time her mom wouldn't

let her get her ears pierced. I told her that I'd happily trade but

she insisted that I'd hate to have to wear clip on's, pierced

earrings were so much better! The only thing that made having my ears

pierced bearable was when I was told that if I didn't keep wearing

them the holes would eventually close up. Maybe I could just forget

them for a little while at home and then I wouldn't have to worry

about pierced ears when I went back to being a boy again!

Every day that went by we learned a little bit more of the finer

points of being girls, sitting, standing, walking, and talking skills

were all thoroughly reinforced until we did them without thinking. We

were referred to as young ladies, or girls when in a group, miss if

alone. Our boy's names were never used nor was there any mention that

we were boys trying to act like girls. We were treated as if we were

young girls taking a charm school class to help develop and hone our

femininity.

We were taught basic makeup skills in the first few days and from then

on my group was expected to wear simple makeup ( lipstick and blush

with just a touch of eye shadow) to class every day. I had to get up a

half hour earlier from then on to make sure that my hair was set with

the electric curlers mom gave me and to fix my makeup.

The teachers did such a good job of treating us as girls that by the

end of the first week we responded automatically to our names and they

had to correct our manners much less than before.

Our training program was very intense. Even outside of class we were

immediately corrected if any unladylike behavior was observed. We

attended class in dresses with complete lingerie under them and during

our free time we wore girl's casual clothes with our caching panties

if needed Anything we did, we did as girls or we just didn't do it! I

used to like playing tennis and was fairly good at it but found it

very distracting to play in a short dress and ruffled panties.

There was no place to play or equipment to use for baseball,

basketball, or football, so Instead we learned how to jump rope and

play hopscotch! The older girls spent most of their free time at the

pool but my friends and I actually found girl's games to be fun! The

competition wasn't nearly as fierce as it was in boy's games so we

were able to relax and enjoy ourselves more!

My last week at girl camp was now over and I said a tearful good-bye

to my new best friend Kelly. We promised to write faithfully as our

mom's walked us to their cars with tears still rolling down our

cheeks!.

As we drove home I finalized a plan to get me out of dresses. Since

mom had decided this was a punishment for me I would use the "reverse

psychology" trick of pretending to enjoy being a girl. Once she saw

that her punishment wasn't working she'd give up and put things back

the way they were.

When mom asked me if I enjoyed the camp I told her that it was the

most fun I'd ever had and kept thanking her for sending me! She

looked a little confused and said she thought perhaps I might not have

liked it so I thanked her again! She upped the stakes by telling me

how pretty I looked in my denim skirt and asked me if I liked getting

my ears pierced. I thanked her for the compliment on my skirt and said

that I was thrilled to have pierced ears and was looking forward to

buying myself some pretty earrings!

When we got home Barb made a big deal over how much I'd changed in the

last three weeks, saying that I seemed more like a girl than ever

before. That didn't seem to awfully hard considering that I'd never

been a girl and still wasn't but I gave her a sweet smile and told her

that she'd better be careful about bringing guys around or I'd steal

them from her. I could tell that that got to her 'cause of the look

she gave mom. Mom laughed and told Barb that I was just teasing her

again. Barb looked at me in a funny way and said that considering how

nice I looked she'd make sure she was careful!

I smiled, tossed my hair and took my stuff to my room leaving a

confused mother and sister behind me. It certainly looked as though my

plan was working, I'd be getting a haircut and boy's clothes any day

now!

I put away all of the clothes I had worn to camp then went back to

Barb and mom to continue my plan. They were sitting in the room

watching a movie when I walked in with a little swing to my butt,

smoothed my skirt, sat down and crossed my legs the way I had been

taught in camp. The look on Barb's face was a riot, she looked totally

confused!

"Are you sure that's my little brother mom?"

"He's become quite a young lady Barb!" Said mom, "You might want to

take some lessons from him!"

"Just what every girl dreams of," Barb sighed. "Having her little

brother give her lessons on being a lady!"

"I'd be happy to help Barb," I said sweetly. "After all, it would be

the least I could do to show my appreciation!"

"Appreciation for what?"

"For making me into a girl of course, dummy!"

"Wait just a minute, you mean you don't mind what we did to you? You

can't possibly tell me that you like wearing dresses and girl's

underwear!"

"To tell you the truth Barb, I really l hated it at first but now that

I've gotten used to it I kinda like wearing girl's stuff. The clothes

are so soft and my new underwear feels so nice I sort of wish I had

been born a girl instead of a boy!"

I wanted to keep driving Barb nuts, but mom interrupted to say that we

were going shopping and a movie and wanted to help me pick out

something pretty to wear. I told her it sounded like fun but I wanted

to pick out my own outfit. I knew by the look on her face that she

wasn't sure what was going on and I wanted to keep it that way.

I hurried up to my room and began going through my closet to find

something that would be just perfect. It had to be something really

pretty to convince them that I was serious about being a girl and

after a few minutes I found exactly what I wanted. I picked out a

white gauze skirt that came halfway between my knees and ankles and a

pink gauze top. It was the perfect outfit, nice and cool for a hot

summer day and feminine enough to drive mom and Barb nuts!

After a couple of minutes searching I found everything else I'd need

to complete the outfit , a long, white half slip and camisole, tan

stockings, and a pair of pink sandals. After I finished dressing I

brushed my hair back into a ponytail, tied it back with a white lace

scarf Barb had thoughtfully provided then added a little pink blush

and lip gloss. Barb's eye's nearly popped out of her head when she saw

me! I did a quick twirl and asked how I looked. Barb told me she

thought I was gorgeous and mom stood there beaming with pride at her

new daughter.

She may like it now, I thought to myself but I'd change mom's quickly

enough! Pretty soon she'd be begging me to go back to being Kevin! I'd

have the last laugh then!

Our first stop at the mall was a nationally know women's clothing

store that catered to the well to do. I knew that mom and Barb were

waiting to see what I'd do so I made certain that they weren't

disappointed. I started looking through the racks of clothes just like

the other girls in the store, pulling out different outfits and

holding them against me as I looked in a mirror. I picked several

different outfits to try on and asked Barb where the dressing room

was. She pointed to a corner of the store but before letting me go she

said that she had an outfit she wanted to have me try on.

I gulped hard when I saw what she was holding. It was a rose colored,

satiny fabric gown with short puffy sleeves!

"You might be able to pull your little act over on mom." She

whispered. "But I'm not buying it, I'm betting you're still too much

of a boy to wear this!

She had me trapped and she knew it, if I refused to try on the gown

she'd tell mom that I was lying and I'd never get out of skirts. I

grabbed the gown from her hands and started for the dressing rooms.

I took off my skirt and top and reached for the gown Barb had chosen.

I hurriedly unzipped it, stepped into it and pulled it up to my

shoulders. I zipped it as far as I could then turned to see myself in

the dressing room mirror. The dress seemed to fit me pretty well but

of course my ear sister would have made sure of that. The only

adjustment I had to make was to roll up the waistband of my slip to

keep it from showing beneath the gown. Barb was outside calling for me

to come out so I took a deep breath and stepped out of the dressing

room.

"Would you mind zipping me up Barb, I couldn't get the zipper any

higher?"

Barb smiled and said she'd be more than happy to help as she zipped

the gown all the way up and fastened the small hook at the top.

"Mom, come see how pretty Missy looks in this dress!" She called out

to our mother.

Mom came over and immediately began making a big fuss over how pretty

I looked as I modeled the gown. Barb insisted that I turn every which

way to show it off properly and I happily obliged.

"Isn't it beautiful mom?" I gushed. "I love it!"

Barb just stood behind mom giving me dirty looks, she was sure I was

putting on an act and she seemed determined to prove it!

"Since she likes it so much why don't we buy it for her mom?" Barb

suggested. "A girl can never have too many pretty outfits, right?"

"You're right Barb," Mom said. "How about we get this blue one for

you and then you too can really look like sisters?"

"I don't think we should mom," I said. "They're very expensive and

we'll never really use them."

Barb saw her chance and jumped on it.

"I'd love to have the blue one mom, it's gorgeous!"

"It's too expensive Barb!" I said , teeth clenched.

Barb smiled at me.

"Since we're the same size we'd be able to switch dresses Missy, you

could wear the red one to one party and I could wear the blue one.

Next time we'd switch dresses, wouldn't that be fun?"

"Tons," I replied. I could see that mom was thrilled with the idea of

her daughters in look alike dresses.

I went back into the dressing room, took off what was to be my new

dress and finished trying on several other outfits. Somehow the idea

of showing mom how much I enjoyed wearing pretty clothes didn't seem

so hot. I had to keep Barb from interfering if I was ever going to

get mom to change her mind. Each time I thought I would shake mom up

Barb turned the tables on me and made mom more and more certain that

she should keep me as a girl!

Barb really screwed up my plans and I ended up with three more

dresses, two shorts sets, three pairs of culottes, and two rompers!

She was just so helpful in picking outfits for me to try on, always

coming up with something very girlish and frilly! She had me try on a

silky mini - dress with matching panties that mom thought I looked so

cute in and a pair of white shorts with a pink, ruffled, tube top and

a gauze shirt that was meant to be left open enough to show off my

top. Barb was also nice enough to point out that I would need several

more strapless bras to go with my outfits and mom was only too happy

to buy more for me. I made a mental note to thank my dear sister as

soon as I could!

Mom let me pick out several pairs of girl's jeans to wear saying that

I would no longer have to wear dresses all of the time. I was happy to

hear that but when mom left Barb gleefully informed me that just in

case I had any other ideas she had no plans on giving up her new

sister! With a wicked smile on her face she told me that even though I

could now wear jeans I 'd still look like a cute girl. She felt that

it was the least she could do to help her little sister become a young

woman!

Over the next couple of weeks my sister remained faithful to her

promise of making a girl out of me. I wore jeans as often as I could

but I had to wear a girdle under them that shaped my butt and held my

genitals in making me look like other girls.

My jeans were a small but important means of my remaining a boy and

like I said I wore them whenever I could but Barb kept after me and

soon convinced me to give up my jeans because of the summer heat. I

compromised and began wearing shorts and tops but Barb often

suggested we go places where shorts weren't appropriate and before

long I was also wearing sundresses and cotton skirts with bare legs.

Barb wasn't satisfied with my wearing sundresses and summer skirts and

began to pressure me to go to the local pool with her. I refused time

and time again but she was persistent and soon enlisted mom's help. I

would have loved to go to the pool since it was close to ninety

degrees every day but mom and my sister wouldn't let me go as a boy

and I wouldn't go as a girl.

Finally after the third straight day above ninety five I gave in. I

just couldn't stand it anymore, even in my shorts and gauze tops I was

a ball of sweat. I knew I'd regret it but I went to my room, put on my

special panties and slipped on the bathing suit I had worn at camp. I

looked just like any other twelve year old girl as I walked to the

pool with mom and Barb but I cringed any time we passed other people,

certain that I'd be recognized as a boy.

I didn't consider this to be giving in to being a girl, it was just

the only practical thing to do. Besides, maybe if mom saw me in a

girls bathing suit she'd have second thoughts. To be honest though, I

was feeling so hot that I would have agreed to a bikini just to get to

the pool!

We made it to the pool without anyone looking at me twice, that is if

you don't count several boys we passed who made a special point of

checking out Barb and me. I was a little embarrassed to have other

boys staring at me but grateful that they thought I really was a girl!

Once we got to the pool mom made me spread my towel out neatly and

unpack my sunglasses and suntan lotion from my beach bag. Once I got

everything unpacked I had to rub lotion on my arms , legs and chest

then sit still while mom rubbed lotion on my back. Mom insisted that

I wait a few minutes for the lotion to dry before swimming which meant

I had to listen to her comments on the bathing suits other girls were

wearing and how nice I'd look in them.

The lotion finally dried and I quickly dived into the pool, grateful

for the cool water. I dived under several times and swam from side to

side before getting out for a break. As I sat on the edge of the pool

I noticed several boys kept coming past and diving in near to where I

sat. When I jumped in for another dip they splashed and carried on so

much that I got out and went back to where mom and Barb were tanning

themselves.

"What's wrong Missy?" Barb asked curiously. "I thought you couldn't

wait to get to the pool?"

"I couldn't," I replied. "It's just that those boys keep horsing

around where I want to swim!"

Mom and Barb exchanged knowing looks and smiles.

"Okay, I give up. What's up?"

"You really don't understand do you?" Barb asked in amazement.

"I understand that I feel silly sitting here in a girl's bathing suit

and I can't swim because of those stupid boys!" I said icily. "What

wonderful girl secret am I missing now?"

"Calm down Melissa," Mom said calmly. "She's only trying to help

you."

"Spare me, please. The last time she helped me I ended up with a

girl's bedroom and a closet filled of dresses!"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you silly!" Barb giggled. "Those boys

obviously think you're cute!"

"You've got to be kidding! Are they nuts or something?"

"No dear," Mom said. "That's the way young boys act around good

looking girls. I suggest you get used to it, you'll be seeing it a

lot!"

Just my luck, stuck in girl's clothes and now I've got a couple of

boys thinking I'm cute! Worse yet, mom doesn't see anything wrong with

it! I must be stuck in the Twilight Zone or something.

"C'mon Missy," Barb said taking my hand. "I'll take you away from

those mean old boys!"

I pulled my hand back, this was the chance I'd been waiting for!

"Never mind sis, I'll be okay!"

I smiled , tossed my hair over my shoulder, and set off towards the

boys doing my best to walk just like I had been taught in camp. So mom

wanted a daughter , I'd give her a daughter to remember! I'd be back

in boy's clothes before the afternoon was over!

I casually walked over to where I had been sitting and jumped into the

pool. It didn't take long, before I finished a quick lap the boys were

back! They jumped across me to get into the pool, "accidentally"

splashed me , and generally made a pain of themselves. As soon as one

worked up enough guts to look up at me I flashed him a smile and said

hi!

Before he could reply a girl's voice from behind told him to get lost.

I turned around to see a girl about my age glaring at the boys in the

pool. She sat down and introduced herself as Jill, the sister of the

boy I had smiled at. She said that if he was bothering me she'd tell

her mom and he'd get into a lot of trouble.

I said that they weren't really being much trouble, that they were

just being boys.

"I guess you're right," Said Jill. "I just wish they wouldn't act so

strange all of the time."

"That's what makes them different from us," I said thinking back

several months to when I had been different. "I kinda like the

difference actually."

We sat and talked for a few minutes before her brother Tim got up the

courage to come out of the pool. He sat next to Jill but kept staring

at me. I was a little uncomfortable at first, I mean every time I

looked his way he was staring at me with a dopey look on his face.

After a while though I found that all I had to do was smile at him and

he would blush and look away!

I knew mom and Barb were watching so I continued the little game with

Tim. He'd stare at me until I smiled at him then he'd act like he was

looking at something behind me. After maybe ten minutes he gave up and

went back into the pool. I sort of hated to see him leave, it had

been a fun game while it lasted and in a way I enjoyed the attention.

It's not that I wanted to have a boy interested in me or anything

stupid like that, it was like they said in camp, better to be

considered a girl than a sissy. Tim and his friends could have caused

me all sorts of trouble if they thought I was a boy so I did my best

to be a girl for them and it obviously worked!

I was still to young for dating and girls wanted nothing to do with

Kevin so it was a new experience to see the effect girls could have on

a boy. I wondered what would have happened if I had sat near Tim or

something like that. What the heck, if I have to be a girl for a

little while longer I figured I'd check out this mysterious power

girls have!

I went back to where mom and Barb lay tanning themselves and sat down.

Mom looked up at me and smiled.

"It's nice to see you making friends Missy!"

"Her name's Jill," I said absent mindedly. "She seems pretty nice."

"Who was the boy you kept flirting with little sister?" Asked Barb

with a devilish grin.

"Oh that was Tim, Jill's brother." I replied trying to upset. "But I

wasn't flirting with him!"

Mom laughed and gave me her old 'let me tell you something' smile.

"Maybe you didn't consider it flirting, but you certainly had that

young man's undivided attention!"

"I don't know mom," Barb continued. "I think Missy here knew very

well what she was doing to that boy!"

"Are you jealous Barb?" I teased. "Maybe you're worried that I'm

better looking than you?"

"Well if you're all that confident about your looks I've got a dare

for you!" Barb replied. "How about wearing one of my two piece suits

back here tomorrow? Of course if you're not sure...."

"I'd love to Barb!" I exclaimed trying my best to hide my fear.

Hopefully mom would feel that we were getting a little too carried

away and decide to call the whole thing off!

"Great! You can try on a couple as soon as we get home, I'm sure we

can find an old one of mine that looks good on you!"

"I have an even better idea girls!" Interrupted mom. "After dinner

we'll go to the mall and get Melissa some of her own! There's no

reason she needs to borrow an old one when she could have some pretty

new ones of her own!"

"Great idea mom!" I said trying to keep her off balance. "Do you

think I could get a couple of string bikinis while we're there?"

Mom looked at me and smiled. "Not for a couple of more years, sweetie.

You're much to young for anything quite so sexy!"

This wasn't going quite as I had planned. Mom was all too happy with

the idea of me flirting with boys and seemed more than willing to help

me . I'd just play along until I saw the opening I needed. Of course,

this afternoon was supposed to be that opening! At least I wouldn't be

getting a string bikini!

I went straight to my room when we got home and started to change for

the mall while mom made dinner. I decided that since the shock of

flirting didn't bother mom I'd go for a little subtle pressure. I

plugged in my electric curlers, pulled on another pair of cache

panties, then a pair of teal blue regular panties with a matching half

slip and bra. Sitting on the bed I pulled on a pair of nude pantyhose

then slid a light blue, cotton dress over my head. The dress was a

simple one that mom had bought for me the last time we went to the

mall. It was sleeveless with what was called a dropped waistline that

extended down to my hips where the skirt started. After making sure my

slip and the straps of my bra didn't show I sat down and began to fix

my hair.

While I waited for m hair to set I started to examine the things on my

vanity. I had everything a girl my age could use, lipstick, blush,

liquid makeup, eyeshadow, you name and I had it. It seemed a shame to

let it go to waste and I thought it might just help with my plan so I

did what several months ago I would never have dreamed of doing - I

started putting on makeup!

I remember my lessons from camp and used just a little liquid make up

with some blush and lipstick. I finished with my make up, took out my

curlers and brushed my hair into what I thought was a cute style. I

stepped into a pair of blue flats and set off for dinner wondering how

my mother and sister would react to the way I looked.

Mom's face lit up like a searchlight when she saw how I looked, Barb

just sat and stared, speechless for once!

"You look wonderful Missy!" Mom exclaimed.

"She right Missy." Barb said slowly. "You really look great!"

"Thanks, I just sort of felt like getting a little done up. Does it

look okay for the mall?"

"Certainly!" mom said. "That dress looks very nice on you and your

hair is perfect!"

"I could do your hair if you want Barb," I offered .

"This is a bad dream right! My little brother is offering to fix my

hair?"

"But Barb," I said as sweetly as I could. "You don't have a little

brother remember? What's wrong with getting some help from another

girl, even if I am your sister?"

"Be nice to your sister Barb," Mom said. "She's only trying to help!"

Barb finally relented and promised to let me do her hair after dinner.

I'm not sure why but I was actually happy she agreed. I really wasn't

trying to be smart, for the first time in my life I wanted to do

something nice for Barb.

Dinner was great even if it was only Macaroni and Cheese with

hamburgers. Mom, Barb, and I talked about how much fun we had at the

pool and how great it felt to cool off. They teased me a little about

Tim but I didn't mind, I never really talked with them much before and

the teasing was all in fun.

After dinner Barb and I went to her room and after setting her hair I

picked out an outfit similar to mine to her to wear. She seemed a

little reluctant to undress in front of me but finally gave in and

began to get changed.

"Do I have to wear a dress and stockings? What's wrong with a pair of

shorts and a top?"

"Oh come on Barb, you know mom will get a kick out of seeing us both

dressed this way! If I can manage a dress and stockings surely you

can!"

"Okay, okay, I'll wear them already! But first tell me what you're up

to? Why the dress and what's with the hair?"

"Nothing's up Barb, trust me, I just felt like looking nice tonight!"

I could see by her face that she didn't believe me but I really was

telling her the truth! I did really feel like dressing this way and

what's really weird is that I liked the way I looked! I intended to

show mom that I was going along and hoped she'd lighten up but once I

got dressed and did my hair I thought I looked pretty good for a boy!

Barb and I talked like two sisters as I did her hair. I found out that

my sister really wasn't the monster I had always thought her to be but

was actually a nice person once I got to know her. She told me all

about the things she liked and didn't like including school and boys.

I had always thought she was a real brain and that she enjoyed school

but it turns out that she hated to study and the only thing she

enjoyed in school were her friends. Now that we were in a new school

she wouldn't even have them. For the first time in my life I felt

truly sorry for my sister and wanted to help her but I didn't know how

While she waited for her hair to set Barb started to change into the

outfit I picked for her. I started to turn away but she kept talking

as if there was nothing wrong with undressing in front of me. I

figured that this was just one more test I'd have to pass and managed

to keep up my end of the conversation.

When she finished dressing I took out her curlers and brushed her hair

to look like mine. After a quick look in the mirror she turned and

threw her arms around me.

"You're really a dream come true Missy! You've become the cute little

sister I always wanted! We're going to have a great time together from

now on!"

"Couldn't I just be the sweet little brother you always wanted?" I

asked hopefully. "I promise I'll be good!"

"I'm sorry Missy, it's just not that easy, you promised to be good so

many times before. Mom has gone through a lot of trouble to set

everything up with school and all and I'm not sure it can be changed.

There's really no reason to be upset, if I were you I'd relax and

have a good time!"

"That's easy for you to say, you're supposed to be a girl! I sobbed.

"I'm supposed to be a boy but here I am all done up in girl's clothes

hoping no one can tell!"

Barb put her arm around me and held me tight.

"I understand Missy," She whispered softly. "But since you wouldn't

behave as a boy you're going to have to be a girl. Trust me little

sister, no one's going to notice anything wrong with you, you're a

cute girl!"

I felt better having Barb holding me and talking to me but it didn't

change things. I didn't want to be a girl but it just got easier and

easier. I never thought about the things I learned at the start, they

just seemed to happen automatically. I never thought twice about how I

sat, if I was wearing a dress I smoothed out my skirt and pulled it

down towards my knees. When I wore slacks I crossed my knees just like

any other girl. This afternoon, talking to Jill and Tim I felt so

comfortable and relaxed, it was as if I'd always been a girl.

The three weeks at camp taught me a lot more than I realized, I was

now able to coordinate an outfit as well as any girl, do my hair, put

on makeup, and even feel comfortable in a girl's bathing suit! A girl

I didn't know treated me as a friend and I had enjoyed flirting with

her brother! I knew that the changes had been pretty small and

gradual but over the last few months but they were still making me

feel more and more like a girl!

We finished getting ready and went to the mall to pick out some

bathing suits for me. Mom decided she needed a new outfit so Barb and

I went off to get what I needed. During the ride here I felt sort of

stupid, this whole thing seemed so bizarre, a twelve year old boy

shopping for a girl's bathing suit. After a couple of minutes in the

Junior's department though I relaxed and started to have a good time!

Barb would pick out some truly ugly style or color for me and after

making the appropriate looks of disgust I'd do the same for her! One

suit she held up was sort of nice, but pretty though it was I just

couldn't picture myself in a string bikini!

It was a cute shade of pink with a top that would barely cover the

nipples I didn't have and the bottom had only a small piece of cloth

on the front and a strap for the back. Besides being a bit

underdeveloped to wear it I couldn't see how any one could get used to

having that string sticking in their butt!

I found a pink two piece suit that seemed to have plenty of material

for the top and bottom besides coming with a pink lace cover jacket.

Barb picked out a teal blue suit that had a short skirt attached to

the bottoms and a ruffle across the cups on the top. I liked them both

so we took them and headed off to find mom.

Mom was thrilled with our choices and told me how pretty I'd look in

them and how I'd be the center of attention for the boys at the pool.

I wasn't really looking forward to having boys looking me over but

then a gain things didn't go so badly with Tim!

When we got home Barb and I hurried off to my room so I could model my

new bathing suits. I was having so much fun that it didn't occur to me

that I shouldn't be dressed this way until I was standing in front of

mom. She seemed so pleased with the way I looked though so I forgot my

concern and we had a wonderful time with me striking different poses

to show off the figure I didn't really have.

The next afternoon at the pool I ran into Jill again and she

introduced me to some of her girlfriends. I got a lot of compliments

on my outfit from the other girls which made feel pretty good. Before

as Kevin no one ever seemed to care what I wore and I felt the same

about what other guys were wearing. Now though I felt nice to be

complimented and found that I was noticing what the other girls wore

and telling them how nice they looked.

Of course Tim was there with some of his friends and as soon as he saw

me with Jill he came over to check me out. I felt strange when I saw

Tim coming towards me, it was like I was a bundle of nerves and my

heart was pounding! I couldn't believe what I was feeling, I really

wanted this boy to notice and approve of me! I knew I shouldn't feel

like this but still I liked the feeling!

Tim was happy to see me and spent a little time talking to me before

he went back into the pool. My new friends and I sat around for a

little longer before we decided to go for a swim.

After a couple of minutes swimming Tim and his friends suggested we

play a little game. Each girl would get on a boy's shoulder and try to

knock over the other girls, the last girl still up won! Jill and the

others thought it would be fun so we began to pick teams and I ended

up with Tim! Some surprise huh!

I was having a ball and it seemed like Tim and I would never be beaten

when suddenly Jill snuck up and pulled me off Tim.

I came out of the water looking and feeling like a drowned rat but

happier than I'd ever remembered! Afternoons at the pool had never

been this much fun before!

Having had enough of nearly being drowned I joined the rest of the

girls on the grass to continue working on my tan. A good tan seemed to

be of major importance to the girls and I was not going to be the

exception. Jill helped me put on more lotion and then I laid back to

soak up some sun and stares from boys, both of which were plentiful!

By the end of summer I had a great tan and several new friends. Jill's

friends accepted me as another girl and we spent our time doing things

that girls do. We talked about each other , what we liked in clothes,

movies, boys and boys. I know I said boys twice but to girls my age

boys were really important! I felt silly the first time we started

talking about boys, I mean what was I supposed to say about my "Dream

Guy"?

The thought of thinking some other boy was 'cute' or 'dreamy' just

didn't make me feel very good at all! Oh sure, I thought Tim was nice

but I considered him a friend, not a potential 'Dream Guy'. No I don't

know why I felt nervous and happy whenever he was around, I suppose I

just want to make sure he doesn't figure out that I'm not really a

girl.

Summer was coming to an end and I was still a girl. I didn't mind it

too much anymore, after all

it had been almost five months since mom first put a dress on me and

I guess I got sort of used to it. I'd asked her several times to let

me go back to being a boy but she always smiles and tells me not to

worry that everything will be okay.

I don't know what she means but I wish she'd call this whole thing off

before it's too late. I'll be starting school soon and I really don't

want to have to go back to school as a girl. I don't see any hope for

the near future though, Barb and I already have our uniforms for

school so it looks like I'll have to be Missy a little while longer.

In a way though that's okay since I think I'd really miss my new

friends. I don't think they'd let me hang out with them anymore as

Kevin!

The first day of school came much too quickly, I couldn't believe

summer was over, it had gone far too quickly! I got up the first day

and plugged my curlers in before going to take a shower. Mom had added

one more item to my daily beauty routine over the summer. I now had to

shave my legs and underarms several times a week! I stepped into the

shower and while I was letting the creme rinse work on my hair I

Iathered up my legs and underarms and ran my pink razor across them.

At first it seemed goofy for me to be shaving my legs when I had no

need to shave my face but mom insisted on it to make sure I looked

nice in a dress or shorts. I could have probably skipped shaving today

since I had just shaved two days ago but I wanted to look nice for my

first day.

After finishing with shaving and doing my hair I dried myself off and

pulled on a pair of white nylon panties and my robe. I went back to my

room, set my hair and started to put on my uniform.

My new school is a private one and both the girls and guys have to

wear uniforms. The guys wear gray slacks, a white shirt, burgundy

jacket, and a gray and burgundy striped tie. The girl's uniform is a

gray pleated skirt, a white blouse, burgundy jacket, and a gray and

burgundy tie that gets tied in a floppy bow. I'm in Junior High so I

have to wear white or Burgundy knee socks with my uniform while Barb

who is in he first year of High School is allowed to wear either knee

socks or stockings. Sometimes I find myself thinking of all the

trouble I have to go through shaving my legs I find myself wishing I

could wear stockings too. An odd thing for a boy to think yet there

are times when I can't seem to help it and that scares me!

I take off my robe and put on a plain white bra, step into a white,

half slip with about two inches of lace at the bottom then pull on my

skirt. I finish buttoning my blouse then have to hold up my skirt to

pull the ends of the blouse down to smooth out any wrinkles where I've

tucked it onto my skirt. After I got all this done I put on my knee

socks and took out my hair.

It only takes a little work with a brush to make my hair look really

nice and just to top it off I add a Burgundy colored, silk scarf tied

in a pretty bow. I know I'm a boy pretending to be a girl but I want

to make sure no one else knows! I' not allowed to wear makeup to

school yet so that saves me a little time in getting ready. I slip

into a pair of black penny loafers, put my blazer on and head down to

breakfast.

Mom and Barb are already at the table when I get there and seeing Barb

in her uniform I realize that we look just like sisters. Of course mom

has already noticed this and is busy telling us how proud she is to

have such nice looking daughters. I put a lot of effort into making

myself look good this morning so I'm not about to argue. I just smile

and thank her, it's easier that way.

After we finish eating mom asked Barb me to close our eyes until she

says to open them again. I closed my eyes and heard mom leave the room

and come back just a few seconds later. She told us to open our eyes

and gave us each small gray purses with our initials on them.

"This will help keep you organized in school Missy," Said mom. "You

can't carry everything in your blazer pockets and you don't have an

pockets in your skirt."

Sure I suppose I could have gotten mad and put up a fight screaming

that I wasn't a girl and would never lower myself to carrying a purse

but when I thought about it for a moment I realized mom was right. I

was after all going to attend school as a girl and I would need to

carry necessities such as a brush, mirror, tissues, (all of which mom

had thoughtfully put into my purse), along with things like pencils,

pens, and other junk. There was no way to carry all that in my blazer

and the purse was cute in a way with the initials "MAR" in a fancy

style on the front.

"Thanks Mom !" I cried as I hugged her tightly. "This is perfect and

so pretty too! I just love it!

"Are you sure?" she asked, tears running down her cheeks. "I wouldn't

want you to feel silly carrying a purse, I'm just trying to help."

I'm standing in front of my mother in a skirt, feeling my slip brush

against my bare legs, my long curly hair brushing my neck. I was

starting a new school year dressed as a girl from the skin out after

spending my entire summer as a girl. I've worn nothing but girl's

clothes, went to the local pool in a bikini and even made several new

friends as Missy and mom was worried that I'd feel silly carrying a

purse. For the first time since becoming Melissa I realized that she

truly meant to help me. I loved her more than ever now!

Mom and I hugged for a few more minutes then I gave her one last kiss

and gathered my school stuff together. It was only a few blocks to

school so Barb and I slung our new purses over our shoulders and

started walking. We laughed and talked all the way to school which was

something we'd never done before. I've been feeling really close to

Barb lately, we spend a lot of time up in our rooms just talking to

each other. It's surprising how much we didn't know about each other

but we're making up for lost time and really getting to be friends! We

had to split up at school since we'd be in different buildings but we

promised to have lunch together. I said good-bye and went into the

Junior High building to start my first day of school as a girl.

I found my classroom and took a seat in the front of the room. I used

to always sit as far back as possible but I figured that since today

was sort of a new start for me I'd do things differently. I hung my

purse over the back of my seat like the other girls did, smoothed out

my skirt, sat down and started rummaging through my purse for a pen .

A few minutes later I noticed a girl and boy walk in and take seats on

either side of me. I was too busy looking through my purse to pay any

attention until I heard a familiar voice say hi. Looking up I saw Tim

sitting next to me with a grin on his face.

"Do you come here often?" He asked, his grin getting wider.

"You can't pick up girls at school you twit!" Said another familiar

voice from the other side of me.

I turned to see Jill sitting there smiling at me.

"Hi guys! I didn't know we'd be going to the same school!" I said

surprised to see my friends from the pool.

"You can't get rid of me that easy!" Said Tim. "You'll just have to

marry me!"

"Sorry Tim," I replied with a warm smile. "But I'm not allowed to get

married for a little while yet!"

"Excuse my brother Missy," Laughed Jill. "I thought he was going to

break his neck getting in here when he saw you."

"I had to hurry," Tim replied. "I didn't want some other guy sitting

next to my fiancee!"

"I thought I told you I'm not allowed to get married yet Tim."

"That's okay, He said with his grin nearly touching his ears. "I'll

wait!"

I looked at Tim and smiled. He had light red hair, blue eyes that

seemed to light up when he smiled, and seemed like the kind of guy my

girlfriends had described as being 'Dreamy'. He was a couple of

inches taller than me and probably a few pounds heavier. I wondered

why he was so interested in me when there were real girls to be

interested in. I liked the attention but also found it scary. Not just

because another boy thought I was cute but more because I thought he

was!

I didn't have time to give it much thought because the teacher walked

in a few seconds later and began class. I'd worry about boys later,

right now I wanted to concentrate on class for a change.

Jill wanted me to eat lunch with her and Tim was begging me to eat

lunch with him but I wanted to be with Barb today, we were becoming

sisters and best friends!

The rest of the day went so well I could hardly believe I was really

in school! I had always hated school and my grades proved it. I often

fell asleep in class, rarely did homework, and my old teachers are

probably jumping for joy that the smart mouthed kid in the back

didn't return this year. Today though I seemed to want to pay

attention, I listened carefully to what my teachers were saying and

even took notes! Barb was amazed when I told her and even insisted on

seeing my notebook before she believed me. She teased me about being a

'Teacher's Pet' but I just laughed it off, I was enjoying school and I

didn't care what she said!

Barb and I walked home together after school and even did our homework

together when we got home which shocked mom to no end! Mom thought it

was great that we were finally getting along but she wasn't prepared

for the shock of me doing homework!

After I finished me homework I went to my room to get out of my

uniform, I was in a hurry to see Jill and my other girlfriends. I

felt like getting dressed a little more than just jeans or shorts so I

decided on a red and white dotted mini dress with matching panties.

The dress was shorter than my usual ones but it was supposed to be

that way so that the panties would peek out a little now and then. As

I was getting changed I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror.

I've always tried not to spend too much time looking in the mirror but

tonight was different. I had taken off my skirt and blouse and now I

just sort of stood looking at the girl with the long curly hair

standing there in her slip and bra. I began turning from side to side,

stopping occasionally to see what I looked like from a different

angle. I wondered why I had avoided looking in the mirror much before,

after all I was pretty good looking! I turned a few more times,

admiring the cute girl a little more then quickly pulled off my slip,

put on a pair of pantyhose, slipped on my outfit and ran off to see my

friends. We promised to get together after school to talk about our

new classes and stuff and I wanted to get there as fast as I could.

I had a ball laughing and talking about school with the other girls

and took more than a fair share of teasing about Tim. Julie, one of

my new friends, told me that if I didn't want him she'd be happy to

take him but I said that I wasn't ready to give him up just yet. After

all he asked me to marry him!

Jill thought my outfit was really pretty and asked where I bought it

so she could get one like it. She told me how nice I looked in it and

how well it fit and I found myself enjoying the compliments! Stuff

like that was happening a lot lately, I didn't feel stupid or silly

when someone said I looked nice or complimented me on my outfit, it

made me feel good! That was just one thing I had noticed that seemed

to have changed about me, changes I wasn't sure how to handle but

there wasn't time for that now, we had a lot of gossiping to do!

Jill couldn't wait to tell us all about a cute boy in her fourth

period class and how she was sure he was the cutest boy in the whole

world! We argued a lot over that, each girl saying that the boy she

was interested in was the cutest. When things got around to me I

giggled and made the other girls swear they'd never tell a soul about

the boy I liked. After they all swore that they'd rather be caught

kissing the dorkiest boy in school I told them about my dream guy. I

wouldn't say who he was but described his pretty blue eyes, his cute

freckles, and hair that reminded me of a summer sunrise. The other

girls had a tough time figuring out who I meant and Jill was the first

to speak up.

"You're not serious are you Missy?" She giggled. "Please tell me

you're not serious!"

The other girls were totally confused and demanded that Jill spill her

guts. Jill refused, saying that it was too weird to believe unless I

said it myself.

"Okay if you insist." I laughed. "His name is Tim."

"No please tell me you're teasing me!" Jill begged. "Please not my

Tim!"

"He's not yours!" I teased, pouting. "You can't have him!"

"Believe me Missy, I wouldn't want him! He's just a dumb brother that

I'm stuck with!"

"I'll take him!" I said laughing. "Just think you'll be my sister in

law!"

Jill put her arm around me and started to laugh. She offered to have

her parents adopt me so we could be sisters, anything to save me from

Tim!

We laughed and talked until it was finally time to go home for dinner

, promising to call each other later. Jill and I walked back home

together giggling and carrying on as if we were crazy. It was

wonderful!

That night as I lay in the bathtub I started to think about some of

the changes I'd noticed in myself. I've noticed that I take a little

more time than before in picking out something to wear. I don't just

reach in and grab any thing I find, I take the time to make sure my

top will look just right with the skirt or slacks I was planning to

wear. I've also noticed that I enjoy picking out my clothes and spend

a lot of time deciding whether I'll wear a dress or slacks with

dresses winning more and more. I have no idea why but I kind of enjoy

getting all done up to go out somewhere, it's gotten to be fun to see

what I can do with my hair and I even like the way my legs feel when

I'm wearing stockings. I wonder what's happening to me and sometimes

think I should work harder to be a boy again but I'm just not sure.

If I could get mom to let me be a boy again where would I go to

school? How would Barb explain her sister's leaving and her brother's

coming? I never had many friends as Kevin but Missy has loads of them!

Barb never got along with her brother but loves her sister. Kevin wore

jeans or shorts, Missy can wear a dress, a skirt, shorts, or slacks

depending on her mood. Kevin grudgingly combed his hair and hated to

get it cut. Missy gets to style it in all kinds of different ways, has

tons of ribbons, bows and hair ornaments, and loves fixing her hair.

Kevin slept in his undershorts or PJ's if it was winter, Missy has a

drawer with nothing but nightgowns in it. My nightgowns come in all

different shapes and styles, I have long ones, short ones, skimpy

little baby doll ones, blue ones, pink ones, yellow and white ones. I

have heavy flannel ones for winter and light cotton ones for summer .

I also have a bunch of nightgowns made of silky feeling nylon which I

have to admit feel so nice to wear!

It was all adding up to my acting more and more like a girl and

enjoying it! I don't know when I started to like being Missy, it

wasn't anything sudden, I just seem to have become the sweet girl mom

and Barb dreamt about and I dreaded! A few months ago I was pleading

with mom to let me take off the dress she made me wear. Now I just

love wearing a pretty dress and frilly underwear! Whenever I get

dressed up to go somewhere everyone tells me how nice I look and that

makes me fell great! It's like I said, I'm not sure what's happening

to me or if mom will ever let be a boy again but I'm also not sure I

care! This is fun!

It's been a couple of months now since school started and today is my

thirteenth birthday. Mom promised me that I could invite a couple of

girls from school over after school for cake and ice cream and I can't

wait for class to end. I wish I could have invited Tim but mom

insisted on an all girl party but promised to let me have a boy - girl

party another time!

I couldn't walk fast enough on the way home and Barb had to hurry to

keep up with me. As I turned the corner and saw our house though I

froze, there were two familiar cars in the driveway, one belonged to

my mother's sister and the other to my dad's sister! Both used to be

regular visitors to our old house but I hadn't heard from them since

we moved. How was I going to explain that I was Melissa now?

Barb held my hand and told me that she was sure everything would be

fine as we walked into the house. I was shaking like a leaf, terrified

that I'd be laughed at. After all the last time these people had seen

me I was a nasty, rotten twelve year old boy. Now they were about to

meet Melissa, a pretty, well mannered young lady! What would they say?

As I walked into the room and set my books down I was horrified to see

that dad's sister had brought her parents along and mom's mother was

there too! I wanted to run and hide but before I could my grandfather

called for me to come in and sit down. I summoned up the last bit of

courage I had and with Barb at my side walked into the room to meet my

family.

I felt as if their stares were going to drill holes right through me

as I said hello but everyone smiled and said how happy they were to

see me again. My aunts and grandmothers were kissing me and telling me

how pretty I looked but I was still worried about my grandfather. How

would he take seeing me all done up as a girl? He had to figure that

along with the curly hair and girl's school uniform went the right

underwear and since I had already taken off my blazer he couldn't miss

the straps of my bra!

Finally the women finished up with me and Grandma put her arm around

my shoulder and turning me to her husband asked what he thought of me.

"I think you're a very pretty young lady Melissa!" He beamed. "I'm

proud to have such good looking granddaughters!"

"You don't think I'm a sissy?" I asked, dreading the coming reply.

Grandpap put his arms around me, hugged me, then gave me a kiss on the

cheek.

"Are you happy?" He asked calmly.

"Yes I am!" I said as calmly as I could. "I don't think I should be

but I really am!"

"You're a lovely young lady Melissa, your mom tells me you have a lot

of friends and you and your sister are as close as any sisters could

be. Why shouldn't you be happy?"

"But I'm a boy! I shouldn't be dressed like this and I shouldn't like

it!"

"You were a rotten boy that even I didn't like Missy." He said

reassuringly. "Now I understand you're the sweetest girl anyone could

hope for. Enjoy your new life sweetheart, a pretty young thing like

you should be happy!"

I was so happy that I started to cry. Granpap dried my tears with his

hanky and kissed me again.

"Looks like everything worked like you said it would." He said to his

daughter. "She's become quite a girl!"

Mom looked at grandpap with a 'You just let the cat out of the bag'

expression on her face.

"What worked mom?" I asked smelling a rat. "What's he talking about?"

By now everyone was looking at my grandfather with the same expression

as mom had . Finally my dad's sister asked me to sit down and she'd

explain everything.

First she started to ask how I felt about wearing girl's stuff and

pretending to be a girl. She nodded her head understandingly when I

told her how I used to hate it but had gradually come to enjoy it.

Next she asked if I had noticed anything odd physically. I had to

think for a moment but then I realized I wasn't getting any taller and

my voice wasn't cracking like the boys at school. Instead it seemed to

have lowered just a little bit and become smoother. The last question

she asked was if there were any cute boys at school. I blushed for a

moment when I thought of Tim and noticed everyone in the room nodding

their heads in understanding.

My aunt explained that mom had talked to all of them many times about

how bad I was and how nothing seemed to work to settle me down.

Everyone had been afraid that if something wasn't done to make me

shape up I'd end up in jail before I was eighteen. Mom's hitting the

lottery allowed them to go ahead with the idea my grandmother had

brought up - turning me into a girl. Dad's sister was a doctor and

when they talked to her she checked and found that men who for some

reason or another stopped making male hormones seemed to become less

agressive. Of course the side effect was that they also started to

look like women! Since I hadn't hit puberty yet if I were to be given

female hormones my body would start to develop like a teenage girl's.

My mom's mother then suggested that since my body would look that way

anyhow perhaps it would be best if I was to be dressed and made to

live completely as a girl. Mom agreed saying that she was afraid

people would tease me if I looked like a girl but dressed like a boy.

I'd be called a sissy and picked on by other boys and she didn't want

that to happen to me. All she wanted was to keep me from getting into

any more trouble.

They helped mom find a new house and move so that I could start over

as Melissa with no one wondering what ever happened to Kevin. A lawyer

friend of my grandfather was able to get my birth certificate changed

to show that I was a female named Melissa Ann Roth, and then got my

school records changed. Another friend had sent their son to the

school I was now attending so after talking to the administrators I

was allowed to attend as long as I stayed as Melissa and told no one

about it.

The pills I took for hay fever were estrogen tablets prescribed by my

aunt in a dosage small enough to cause gradual changing to being

female. When I started puberty a month later things really took off.

My brain told my body that I was a girl so instead of my voice

cracking and becoming deeper it just shifted and became smoother like

a woman's.

From now on I was told any weight I gained would end up settling into

my hips and butt and the breasts I would soon grow would finish giving

me the figure of a teenage girl. By the time I was Barb's age I'd have

a definite need for a bra and would probably look just like she does

now. Everyone just stood there staring at me and wondering how I'd

react.

There was a loud sigh of relief when I smiled and thanked them for

everything they did for me. I was happier now than I'd ever been

before and it was all because they had cared enough to take drastic

steps to help me! I took my grandmothers by the hand and offered to

take them for a tour of my bedroom. I couldn't wait to show them all

of my pretty clothes and dresser dolls. I offered to take grandpap

with us but he said that he never cared much for dolls. Too bad, he

can't imagine what he's missing!

Mom said that there's a special dinner coming up at the hospital where

she does volunteer work and she wants Barb and me to wear the matching

gowns we bought. I'm so excited about finally getting a chance to wear

my beautiful new gown but I'm even more excited over the idea of how

I'll look next summer in my bikini. Wait till Tim sees me then!

The End