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TRANSVESTITE TALES VOLUME 1
I love being a girl...make me a woman!
MICHAEL BECOMES MICHELLE
I have been dressing as a girl since I was sixteen. It began
as a simple bet between my mother and I. I had made some
comments about the girls in my class. Mother told me not to
complain unless I have walked a mile in their shoes. This
opened the door of a lengthy discussion on the differences
between the sexes. The discussion ended when mother challenged
me to spend a day as a girl and I told her to pick the day and
make all the arrangements. She agreed and set the date of my
transformation for a Saturday so that I would have only limited
public exposure, but get the full experience at the same time.
I did not know what I was getting into. She made me agree to
her terms of full control and giving a full effort into
portraying a female and fulfilling the female role.
The Friday before my day of commitment, mother greeted me
after school and asked me to do some of the preliminary
preparations on Friday so that I could spend the full day on
Saturday as a female. I reluctantly agreed and found myself
having all the hair below my neck removed. It was 1969 and as
many boys had at that time, I too had let my hair grow long.
Mother didn't like it but because it was the current style she
accepted it. She had often teased me about looking like a girl
and that was a part of our discussion when she dared me to
accept her challenge. My shoulder length hair was put up in
curlers and I even let her pierce my ears. I slept that night
in a baby doll nightie and enjoyed the feeling of silk encasing
my body. Needless to say I had a little wet spot in my panties
in the morning.
In the morning mother dressed me in panties, padded bra,
pantyhose, slip, a pink cotton dress, and matching pumps with
three inch heels. I nearly fell over just trying to stand in
them let alone the fact that she wanted me to learn to walk in
them. I don't know how girls do it. It was so awkward, that it
took a good hour of practice and instruction before I felt like
I didn't need to be held up. She added some makeup and jewelry
after that and gave me lessons in how to sit and act in a
feminine way. I couldn't believe how much work went into being
a girl. I had thought it was going to be so easy but found out
it was quite a chore. Following the lessons she informed me
that I would be accompanying her to the shopping center to do
some clothes shopping. "Shopping is something that all girls
live for, I think you'll enjoy it also. You'll get to try on
such lovely outfits and look at all those cute guys walking
around the shopping center. "
I died of embarrassment as her words echoed in my mind. I
begged her not to expose me in public as I was sure everyone
would know I was really a boy and I could not escape the
ridicule. She just laughed and reminded me of our agreement and
that the training lessons she had just given me were to aid me
in remaining undetected as a boy. She further reminded me that
I was now acting so effeminate that she wasn't even sure I would
return to being a boy when the day was over. I hated to admit
that I was enjoying the feminine clothes and the attention I was
getting as her daughter. I had never been able to be so open
with her or feel as close emotionally as I did right then. I
didn't want it to end. She was right about my thinking of
trying to find other ways to remain a girl. This did not mean I
wanted others to see me. Mother, however was very insistent and
I soon found myself placing a purse on my shoulder and walking
out the door to the car with her.
We drove to the local shopping center and entered the first
dress shop we came to. The dresses were beautiful that mother
had me trying on. She wanted me to own a prom dress and enjoy
the frills of a fancy feminine dress. We selected a lavender
chiffon dress with lots of crinoline and lace and a satin bodice
with a plunging neckline and open back. Mother then insisted I
get shoes, lingerie, and jewelry to accessorize my new dress.
We entered several additional stores and made the purchases. At
the lingerie shop, she insisted I also buy a couple night gowns
and a bikini bathing suit. In spite of how awkward and fearful
I felt, mother was true to her word and made it fun and
enjoyable. no one made fun of me or indicated in any way that
they had discovered my true identity. This also pleased me as I
was enjoying my deception and was now hoping for more time as a
girl. I still did not want to announce how I felt, but I think
mother could sense it as we stopped for lunch and she asked me
what other things I thought I needed to buy.
"Mother, I thought this was going to be just for one day. Why
are you buying me so many feminine things ? I am having fun
being with you and enjoying the attention I am getting as your
daughter, that I never seemed to receive as your son, but even
though I find things about being a girl enjoyable, I still am
not planning any future adventures at this time."
" I have been watching you, Michelle, dear, and I see how much
you are enjoying being a girl and as I said earlier, I can tell
you are going to be wearing dresses again in the future. I want
to take the opportunity now to get you different things to help
you be fully prepared."
I could not think of anything I would want. I knew she was
right that I would dress up again, but I did not have any
experience or idea of what I needed to do that. I made the
mistake of asking mother what she thought I needed.
" So you are willing to admit that you are thinking about
dressing as a girl some more? I knew it! Well, young lady, we
need to return to the department store and get you some more
underwear and dresses to build you a complete new wardrobe. I
think it would also be appropriate to get you some cosmetics and
jewelry. I have something else in mind also, but I'll save that
as a surprise for later. Let's shop until we drop! Come along,
Michelle."
We started all over and didn't stop until we were so burdened
with packages that we couldn't possibly carry any more. If it
was feminine and went on my body or in my room, she bought it
for me. She also insisted on buying me a Barbie and a Ken doll,
a mystery date game, a large stuffed teddy bear, several women's
and teen magazines, and an Elvis poster. Our shopping spree was
concluded by a stop at the beauty salon where mother insisted on
me having my hair done. She threatened to have them give me a
permanent when I protested having my hair done. I quickly
ceased my complaining and went in with her. The beautician
shampooed my hair and cut my "bangs" before putting my hair in
curlers and placing me under the dryer. When my hair was dry
she combed out the curls to give me more body and then proceeded
to sweep it up into a feminine style. They then painted my
fingernails a bright pink and used a matching lipstick on my
lips.
When I left I looked more like a twenty-five year old girl
than I did a sixteen year old. Mother then announced it was
time for her surprise. She took me to the local malt shop where
all the other kids in town hung out. I begged her not to stop
there but she insisted that since I was a girl I needed to be
where the other kids were and check out the boys and let them
know there was a new girl in town. No matter what I offered for
an argument she had an answer for. I ended up with no other
choice but to go inside with her. We had a ice cream sundae and
I was well aware that most of the kids in the place were in my
class. A couple of the boys that lived in my neighborhood came
over because they recognized my mother to say hello and find out
who the cute girl was that was with her and to ask where her son
was. She introduced me as her niece and said that Michael was
visiting with Michelle's parents and brother.
They seemed to accept her explanation because she had made me
appear too effeminate to be thought of as being a boy. They
then hovered around to make time with the new girl. A couple of
the girls came over to meet me also. Mother invited them to
come back to the house and get to know her niece. They had
other plans, fortunately for me, and had to turn her down. I
felt mother was doing everything in her power short of
announcing my true identity, to have me exposed and embarrassed.
I was powerless to stop her. We ate our sundaes and then I had
to go to the bathroom. Mother refused to leave and told me to
use the ladies' room. I was about to vocalize my concerns when
I realized I would have to reveal my secret to everyone, so I
decided to remain quiet and do as she suggested hoping that
there would be noone else in there. There were two girls in
there, but I took a deep breath and made my way into a stall. I
knew I would have to sit so as not to give my gender away. When
I was done I fixed my hair in front of the mirror as I had seen
the other girls do when I came in. I went back to our table
assured that I had not been found out. At least I hoped I
hadn't.
Finally, mother agreed to take me home. We put all of the new
purchases in my room and then went into the living room to have
a discussion. I asked about the way she treated me at the malt
shop? She informed me that she wanted to humiliate me and have
me realize that I was a boy and not a girl. She said the day
had started as a silly bet, but had escalated into something
bizarre when she saw how well and enthusiastically I was getting
into the female role. She knew that something had to be done to
salvage her son. I wondered how she could feel that way
considering how much protesting I had done outside. She
rebutted that my actions were showing a far different story from
my words. She told me that when I admitted my feelings at the
restaurant about wanting to spend more time as a girl, she had
become angry and decided she wanted to punish me .I couldn't
argue because I had felt different on the inside and I was
afraid to face my true feelings. I couldn't believe that she
could read me that well. The problem now was where do we
proceed from here? I asked her what was going to happen next?
" I have another surprise for you. I have already thought
about what to do next. You and I are going to a bridal shower
for your cousin Marion tonight. As far as I am concerned you
have overstepped the boundaries. I was never happy with your
letting your hair grow long as I took it as an effeminate
action. I admit that perhaps I goaded you into this bet because
of wanting to show you how much long hair makes you look like a
girl and to shame you into taking your proper place as a man.
It was also to have a little fun and let you experience life
from the female perspective. But our experiment went beyond
that as I observed your reactions to the clothes and situations
I put you in. I deliberately asked the questions I asked at the
restaurant in order to determine how deep your feelings were
extending. I was not as surprised as you were by the answers I
received. Now I have seen even more how much you like being a
girl and I intend out of punishment and yes even out of
understanding to force you into making a choice of lifestyles.
Your one day in dresses is now going to be two as I am keeping
you as a girl tomorrow as well. "
I didn't know how to answer her. I just hung my head and
cried. I knew there was no getting out of being exposed at the
bridal shower. There was no denying my true feelings toward
enjoying the masquerade as a female. Could I endure what mother
was about to dish out as punishment? She had me change into a
white blouse, short black mini-skirt, and white high heeled
pumps. She redid my makeup and told me to grab my purse as we
headed out the door to go to my Aunt Allison's house for
Marion's bridal shower. Mother gave me a gift wrapped package
and told me to sign the card as Michelle. She refused to tell
me what I was giving as a gift but she said that Marion would
appreciate it and everyone else at the party would also like the
gift. There were twelve other women at the bridal shower as
well as mother and I. We were greeted at the door by Aunt
Allison. She laughed when mother told her why I was there
dressed as a girl. Marion also laughed and made sure to tell
all the other guests about me and my punishment.
I was thoroughly embarrassed. I was the subject of most of
the jokes and very naive of the goings on at a bridal shower.
It is kind of the female version of a bachelor party. Women are
not as innocent as we are led to believe. They talked and joked
about sex all night long. Soon it was time for the gifts to be
opened. I found out the gift mother had put my name on was a
see through black nightie, that she had bought that afternoon
when we were at the lingerie shop. Another item that drew a lot
of comment and attention was a vibrator and a rubber dildo. Of
course, they targeted some of their comments at me as I once
again turned a bright crimson. Marion decided to take the
moment to show and tell how she was going to perform oral sex
with her future husband and asked, " Michelle, would you like me
to teach you how to please a male and give good head? "
I was happy when the party finally came to an end and mother
and I were going home. Mother made me wear a nightie to bed and
said she had three more surprises planned for me in the morning.
She helped me remove my makeup and then said good night. In the
morning she had me dress in a halter top and hot pants with open
toed sandals. She took me to a restaurant for breakfast and
then announced what her first surprise of the day was. We
were going to return to the beauty salon and she was going to
have them dye my hair blonde and give me a perm. The beautician
was delighted by mother's request as she hated long hair on boys
and felt if they wanted to look like girls they should be
treated as girls.
From the beauty salon we traveled to our summer cottage where
mother announced we were going to spend a few days vacation time
there with me as a girl. I was going to remain a girl for the
entire time. Then she added her second surprise by getting a
box from the trunk of the car which contained a pair of lifelike
breast forms and a special adhesive for securing them to my
chest. I was devastated by what they did to enhance my feminine
appearance. I had to wear a 38D bra size. Because they were
glued on to my body I was very much aware of their weight and
movement. It was a rather interesting sensation to get used to.
Now as a boy of sixteen I had been getting into the fascination
of looking at women's breasts and watching them bounce as they
walked and now I was finding out what it was like to be on the
other end of it. I was the one all the boys were going to stare
at. As the thought of that crossed through my mind I turned a
bright shade of crimson. Mother laughed when I explained what
had made me blush.
" I said I had three surprises for you today. Your hair was
one. Your breasts were a second , and the third surprise I
think you'll appreciate my creativity in. I am going to
feminize between your legs. No I am not going to remove your
penis, although I thought about it. While you were having your
hair done I made a stop at can adult store and found a very
ingenious device for boys who want to be girls. It is called a
gaff or a penis sheath. It slides over your penis leaving only
it's head exposed so you may urinate. These two chains are then
drawn back between your legs and through the crack in your ass
and locked together around your waist preventing release without
my key. Your penis is also drawn back between your legs and
leaves an imitation female front. Since the head is left
exposed you can still go to the bathroom without any problem,
but you'll have to sit on the toilet like any other girl. I
told you it was an ingenious device."
She had me lower my panties and locked the device onto my
penis. I felt totally trapped and humiliated. She had me help
clean up the cottage for our stay and comfort. " Since you are
a girl you'll have to help with the woman's work around here. I
will teach you how to cook and sew and do your makeup and hair.
When we return home you'll know all there is to know about being
a girl. I will even teach you about boys and girls and babies. "
I had no response to give her except to ask what she wanted me
to do first and beg her to let me go. She just laughed and
handed me the mop to wash the kitchen floor with. Next came the
dusting and the vacuuming and washing the dishes and utensils.
It was obvious this whole charade had gone beyond the point of
no return and we were going to ride it out to its conclusion. I
became a girl that year and have not changed back to a male in
twenty years. I have not even had the option for over fifteen
years when my penis was surgically removed and I was given a
vagina. Michael had become Michelle forever and I like it that
way.
THE END
p.s. I thought I should add an account of my first date with a
boy. It occurred when Mother had taught me about being a girl
and dating. She talked to a couple of the other girls we had
met at the malt shop and got them to set me up on a date of my
own. They still did not know that I was really Michael. My
date was one of the more popular boys at the school. His name
was Kevin and he was taking me to the prom. Mother helped me
dress and do my makeup just right for the occasion. He brought
me a corsage when he arrived to pick me up. After mother had
taken a few pictures of us, we drove off to the dance in Kevin's
car. Kevin opened the door for me and I slid into the seat. He
was very polite. At the dance he danced almost every dance and
I felt very strange as he drew me close for the first slow dance
of the night. By the end of the prom I felt very comfortable
being held in his arms. I was caught off guard though when he
kissed me after the last dance. He let his tongue penetrate
into my mouth and interact with mine. Following the prom we
drove to the local lover's lane, where we began hugging and
kissing one another. He directed my hand to his crotch as he
explained how horny I was making him. It was the first hard
cock I had felt other than my own and it intrigued me as well as
frightened me. One thing led to another and I soon found myself
doing what would have disgusted me when my transformation began,
but it seemed so natural at this time as I unzipped his pants
and leaned my head down to kiss his penis and taste its cream as
I sucked him off. After he came in my mouth we each felt a
little guilty and straightened our clothes. I redid my makeup
and then we drove home. It was a wonderful night and I
continued finding dates and giving blow jobs. I didn't care if
I had a "reputation" or not, I liked the taste of cum and I
wanted to please the boy I was with. My date with Kevin was
only the beginning and I still enjoy oral sex as well as a good
fuck.