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Authors name: Janet Stickney (c) 1999
Story title : Bad Luck?

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Bad Luck? (MF, tg, fant)
By Janet Stickney (c) 1999
 
***

I was a lad of seventeen when this all started. How it 
started is an odd bit of joke, circumstance, bad luck, a 
pushy mother, a dotty father, and my own growing 
realization all rolled into one. My name is Fredrick 
Garrison Grant, at least I keep telling myself that, as 
my husband kisses, and caresses me. I'm trying very hard 
to remember it, really, I am.
 
It was our turn to host the annual party, and mother was 
going out of her way to make it the best one ever. 
Halloween was her favorite holiday I think, and she 
always had special treats and decorations made. Father 
was going to be an Indian King, and Mother wanted to be 
Snow White. But her dress, when it arrived, was one size 
to small for her to wear, so she went to plan B, and wore 
a twenties style flapper dress instead. I had planned on 
wearing my usual Singing Cowboy outfit, the one with all 
of the rhinestones on it. Three weeks before the party, 
while I was trying on the outfit, mother came in. 
 
"You can't wear that again!"
 
"Why not? I like it, it still fits, and not many have 
seen it before."
 
"That won't do at all Fredrick. You know perfectly well 
that I pride myself on the way our parties look and feel, 
and wearing a costume that even one person has seen 
before is not acceptable!"
 
"Then what shall I wear mother? That new dress of yours?" 
I meant it as a joke of course, but when her eyes lit up 
and she started smiling at me, I just knew that I had 
screwed up, and that dress was exactly what I was going 
to wear.
 
Less than an hour later, mother and her maid Gretchen 
showed up in my room, both of them smiling, and weighed 
down with armloads of clothes. 
 
"Take your clothes off Fredrick. We need to find out what 
fits and what else you need." 
 
My mother was a very forceful woman, and in my entire 
life I had yet to defy her. As the word no rose to my 
lips, she simply looked at me with something between a 
glare and a grin, and I began to unbutton my shirt. 
Gretchen had helped raise first my mother, and later, me; 
there was no way she was going to leave the room no 
matter how naked I got! When I was standing in my briefs, 
I was handed a pair of panties.

They graciously turned around as I slipped them on, then, 
all at once it seemed, the two of them descended on me. A 
camisole was slipped over my head and a corset wrapped 
around me. As the laces were pulled tight, at Gretchen's, 
suggestion, I raised my arms and sucked in a breath. My 
poor body was severely compressed by that corset, and any 
excess flesh I had was pushed up, and down, making modest 
breasts and hips.

Unable to catch my breath, mother merely said I would get 
used to it, and had me sit down, which was a real trick 
the way I was bound up. Hosiery were rolled up my legs, 
fastened to the garter tabs, and when I stood up, the 
tension taken up. Three petticoats went over my head and 
secured at my waist, then the dress was slipped over my 
head. As the zipper was pulled closed and the material 
closed around me, I heard myself thinking that it was a 
very nice looking dress. The shoes, silver sequined 
heels, were slipped on my feet and I was allowed to look 
in the mirror for the first time.
 
Even with short hair and no makeup, it was obvious even 
to me that with just a little effort, I would look very 
nice as a girl. The girl in the mirror had a modest, but 
definable cleavage over a well-tapered waist that led, at 
the hem of the dress, to the silver shoes that peeked out 
from under the dress. 
 
"She will look so pretty madam!"
 
"I agree Gretchen! But we only have three weeks to get 
her ready! You better get your tape." 
 
They took the dress off me, and began to measure me in a 
variety of places. 
 
"You may wear the corset for the rest of today Fredrick, 
and in the morning we will go out and get you some things 
you'll need." 
 
Mom and Gretchen walked out of the room, leaving me in 
the heels and the hose, the corset firmly tied in a 
fashion that would not let me untie it! I managed to get 
the hose off, and slipped on some pants and a shirt. As 
the day wore on the corset finally quit biting into me 
and I began to feel less restricted in it. At dinner, 
mother told me that she and Gretchen would be back home 
in the late morning and that I should be home; ready to 
begin at that time.
 
The next morning after an early breakfast they left. I 
had no idea what they had in mind, except that whatever 
it was, it would make me look like a girl for the party. 
I was on the computer when mother returned. 
 
"Come along Fredrick, we have a lot to do today." 
 
It did not seem to matter what I wanted, and no 
consideration was given to my pitiful words, saying that 
I did not want to be a girl for the party. In my room 
Gretchen unlaced the corset, and relief washed over me. 
Standing in those panties, she began to rub a cream all 
over me.
 
Unlike my father, I have to shave twice a week to his 
once a day. Some ancestor blessed me with the thin beard 
gene! Gretchen told me to shower off the cream, and wash 
my hair, and after I did that, I found myself hairless. 
 
Within minutes of the moment I stepped back into the 
bedroom Gretchen had me in panties again. This time, she 
told me to "do something about that", meaning my 
maleness. Embarrassed, I turned and did as she asked me, 
then I once again had the corset wrapped around me. 
Mother used her tape, and I was surprised to find that my 
waist was now 23 inches! 
 
"Better than yesterday, but 21 is the goal, so you'll 
have to wear the corset every day Fredrick if you want to 
fit into the dress we have for you."
 
"But I thought I was wearing the Snow White outfit!"
 
"We discussed this, and since it will be your debut, we 
have decided that you should wear white; don't worry 
about that now dear, let's get you dressed." 
 
This time my makeup was done first, then hose, and a 
padded panty-brief. Instead of a huge dress, I was given 
a straight pink skirt which, when I had it on, fell just 
above my knees. The blouse was off white with a lace 
insert over my breasts, short sleeves, made of a soft 
satiny material. It really felt quite nice against my 
skin. 
 
My hair was normal in length for a male, so mother put a 
wig on my head after she brushed my own hair down in 
front. As soon as it was pinned on and brushed out, and I 
saw my reflection in the mirror, I was stunned. Right in 
front of me was a blond haired beauty that bore only a 
faint resemblance to me! 
 
"Put this on Fredrick." 
 
Mother handed me the lipstick, and I put the waxy red on 
my lips, creating a cupids bow mouth. Black high heels 
went on my feet, then I was given a pink jacket. Clip 
style pearl earrings and necklace were put on me, then a 
dash of perfume. I was watching in the mirror as the 
transformation happened, and I was still in awe of the 
girl in the mirror. 
 
"You have an appointment at three, which means we have 
almost an hour to get you there. Shall we have lunch?"
 
What mother meant was "we'll go out to lunch", and I was 
quickly handed a purse and we were on our way to lunch! I 
wasn't nervous about being out of the house at all; I 
kept the image in the mirror in my mind and knew I looked 
just fine. It was Mother and Gretchen calling me Fredrick 
around other people that bothered me. When I mentioned it 
to her she immediately cast a glance at Gretchen, and I 
was immediately christened Catherine Elizabeth Grant on 
the spot. I gave it no thought at the time, although now, 
I know that they had already selected that name for me, 
and were waiting for me to ask them to use it. It was the 
lever they wanted, and I gave it to them, just like they 
planned.
 
After lunch we went to mother's salon where I was shocked 
to find that the appointment was made in the name I had 
just learned over lunch! It merely confirmed what I had 
thought. I was taken to a chair, and my wig taken off, 
and before I could say anything, she was washing my hair, 
and after that, my normally sandy blonde hair was dyed 
strawberry blond! The woman selected a new wig that 
matched the color of my hair, and as she placed it on my 
head, she used what looked like small hooks to pull my 
own hair through the wig. I asked her what she was doing, 
and she looked at me somewhat surprised. 
 
"I'm securing the hairpiece to your head so that it will 
not come off of course!" 
 
She kept working while she talked, and I knew right at 
that moment that mother intended me to dress as a girl 
from now until the party! A few minutes later, as the 
woman worked on my hair, another girl came over and 
started on my nails.
 
Two hours later, when they told me they were done, I saw 
that my hair hung straight down, over my shoulders in 
waves of gold. As my hands went to my head, I saw the 
flash of the soft red that tipped my fingers now. My 
makeup had been redone, and I had to admit that that way 
they did it made me look even better than when mother and 
Gretchen did it. From the top of my head, over my 
swelling bosom to the hem of my skirt, down my now 
shapely legs to the pointed black heels, I no longer 
looked like Fredrick Grant in any way. In just a few 
short hours I had been transformed into a girl.

Mother and Gretchen were very happy. If their smiles were 
any indication, and I could not help but smile back at 
them. They had succeeded in making my debut as a girl at 
the costume party, a certain success. Mother motioned to 
me, and the three of us left the salon.
 
For the next three weeks, at mothers insistence, I wore 
nothing but female clothes, practicing doing makeup until 
I could do it as well as it was done at the salon, 
brushing my hair into a variety of styles, and Gretchen 
was relentless in making me use feminine mannerisms. I 
was still wearing the corset every day, and true to her 
word, I now had a 21-inch waist. The force of the corset 
had, after all this time, tortured my poor body to the 
point that I now had natural breasts! Gretchen said they 
were a small A.

On the day of the party I dressed in a simple skirt and 
blouse, and drove myself to the salon. It was my first 
foray into the salon alone and I was slightly nervous. 
Mother had told me to select a hairstyle I liked, but not 
to cut my hair. Other than that, I was on my own.
 
I looked in several books, selecting a hairstyle I was 
sure would be perfect, and the stylist agreed. I had my 
nails redone, my makeup done, and then carefully drove 
home. I had no idea what the dress looked like as both 
mother and Gretchen had told me not to worry about it. I 
did however try on several dresses that Gretchen then 
marked up, so at least I have an idea what style the 
dress would be.

I went to my room and found Gretchen waiting for me. She 
watched as I undressed. I was no longer ashamed to have 
her see me naked, and as soon as I slipped off the cotton 
panties, she gave me a pair that were white satin, 
trimmed in sheer white lace with a lace insert just over 
my sex. That satin gave me a delicious feeling as they 
slid up my legs and I pulled them on my waist.

She held up a brand new corset and I took it then 
fastened the hooks up the front before she pulled the 
laces tight. It was all white, satin and white lace trim, 
yet unforgiving as Gretchen pulled the laces until the 
stays met in the back. The hose were white silk, and as I 
secured the garter tabs I once again looked at the way 
they shaped my legs. 'Long and sexy' I thought to myself.
 
A very short slip went over my head, then I stepped into 
the three heavy and very full petticoats. The dress was 
all white, like a wedding dress, low cut in front, 
exposing more than an ample amount of my breasts. The 
bodice hugged me tightly in white satin that gave way to 
the skirt, which was white tulle over a satin under 
skirt. Baby pearls had been sewn on, in a pattern on the 
bodice where it met the neckline.

My arms were left bare as the dress had no sleeves. A 
string of baby pearls in a necklace went around my neck 
like a choker, then chandelier style pearl earrings were 
slipped into the new holes in my ears. My hair, done in a 
style reminiscent of the old south, was done so that I 
had sausage curls down the back, the top laying in flat 
curls while the sides were swept back. I stepped into the 
white satin covered shoes and went to the vanity and used 
a soft red lipstick, then my perfume. 
 
"You have really turned out to be very pretty Catherine." 
 
"Thank you Gretchen."
 
I picked up the skirt of the dress and walked down the 
wide winding staircase, causing some of the early guests 
to stop and look at me. 
 
"Everyone, this is Catherine Elizabeth." 
 
I stepped into the foyer and was immediately surrounded 
by the guests, and was introduced to them. Some I had 
known since I started school! Later, as they all drifted 
away, more guests arrived, some in pairs, some alone. One 
of them was dressed in a Naval uniform. I noticed him 
only because he was so tall, and so impressive in his 
uniform. Mother took his arm and brought him to me. 
 
"Catherine, this is Prince Michael of Mordavia. Michael, 
This is Catherine." He kissed my hand as he bowed at the 
waist.
 
All of the guests were having a wonderful time, and I 
have to admit it, I did like the idea that nobody knew 
who I really was. After all, I had been simply introduced 
as Catherine, so I could hardly become the son all at 
once... could I? My classmates would not have understood 
at all and I would have become someone to laugh at. 
 
The women watched me, "with envy", the men "with lust", 
Gretchen told me. Later, as we sat at the table for 
dinner, I had the Prince on my right, mother on my left. 
During dinner I felt his hand on my leg, gently at first, 
later, when he squeezed my leg. I wanted him to stop, but 
being at the dinner table, with everyone watching, I 
simply could not.
 
As the music started after dinner and couples began to 
dance, he swept me into his arms and held me close as we 
waltzed. 
 
"You are a very beautiful woman Catherine Elizabeth. Many 
of the men here want to know you better. A lot better."
 
"And you?" I asked, "What do you want sir?" 
 
"I also want to get to know you better." 
 
He was very polite of course and made no 'move' on me, 
but it was written in his eyes, and he could not hide it. 
I excused myself and found mother. Once I had her alone I 
asked her what was going on. 
 
"Why, it's a costume party dear!"
 
"I know that mother, but everyone thinks I'm a girl!"
 
"And why not? Look at yourself. All of us, including you, 
have gone to great lengths to make you the perfect girl, 
and we have 
succeeded!"
 
"But the Prince, he..."
 
"He is taken with your beauty Catherine, and that is all. 
Now relax and enjoy the party."
 
That night four of the male guests gave me their card and 
ask if they could call on me, three of them classmates! 
Prince Michael promised to write. By the end of the 
evening and all of the guests had left I was exhausted, 
yet deep down, I was surprised I was so excited about all 
of the attention I had received. As I undressed that 
night I looked at my reflection carefully. I did look 
like a girl, even wearing just the panties. I went to bed 
wondering why I felt this way. 
 
The next morning I planned on washing out my hair, 
removing the nails, and dress once again as Fredrick, but 
after I looked in the mirror I simply could not do it 
yet. I wore a skirt and blouse to breakfast, my makeup 
moderate, my hair brushed out in a pageboy. 
 
Mother said nothing about how I was dressed. 
 
"The party was a smashing success Catherine, and you 
looked spectacular. You should be very happy."
 
"I am mother." 
 
After breakfast mother and I went in the den together. 
 
"Since you now have a modest breast Catherine, and 
looking at the way you dressed this morning, are you 
going to continue on as a female?" 
 
"It was convenient this morning mother, that's all." 
 
Her clear blue eyes never left my face, and for the first 
time ever, she swore! 
 
"Hogwash Catherine. You like dressing as a girl and we 
both know it...don't we?" 
 
My mouth opened, but she went on as if what I had to say 
did not matter. 
 
"I admit that Gretchen and I pushed you a little bit, and 
last night we never gave any sign that you were anything 
but what you appeared to be, but you liked the attention 
you got. I could see it on your face." 
 
I could not deny it, Mother was right. I did enjoy the 
attention, but I was a boy, not a girl, and if I accepted 
any invitation from any of the men at the party, I would 
risk being found out, and that was something I could not 
bear. Dressing for my own, or my mother's pleasure, was 
something else entirely.
 
Neither mother or Gretchen coaxed me, or pushed me, to 
dress as a girl, but the wig had been put on in a way 
that meant that I would have to wear it until my own hair 
grew out and the knots could be taken out. I suppose that 
I could have cut it off, destroying my own hair in the 
process, but somehow, for some unknown reason, I decided 
not to do that. If I dressed as a male, the long hair 
would be out of place, but as a girl it was more than 
acceptable, so for the next month I wore a skirt and a 
blouse, or a dress, everyday, over the corset of course. 
I had begun to associate the corset with being dressed as 
a girl, and did not think I had the figure to go without 
it. 
 
Gretchen is the one that told me that it would take a few 
months for my hair to grow out, and I resigned myself to 
it. Within a few weeks I started to sense a tingle in my 
breasts, but gave it no thought because it was the same 
sensation I had gotten wearing the corset after a few 
days. But the changes happening to my body were harder to 
ignore. My small breasts had begun to swell, and now, 
even without the corset, I had a pair of clearly 
definable, full, round, breasts! They did not look at all 
like the pushed up flesh I was used to seeing. 
 
My skin started to get a bit smoother while at the same 
time I began to see hair washing off my body every time I 
took a shower. My body was now virtually hairless! As I 
dressed I also noticed that the panties fit better, and 
began to wonder if mother had been feeding me hormones, 
so as soon as I was dressed I confronted her with my 
suspicions.
 
Mother listened to me as I explained the changes and 
asked her if she had done something. Now, mother had 
never lied to me in the past, but this time, I expected 
not a lie exactly, but a severe bending of the truth. I 
was very surprised when she said that I was right! 
 
"Of course I did dear! We started you on hormones after 
that first time we saw you dressed. How else could you 
experience what it means to have the true beauty you 
already have, along with a body to match? And we must 
have been right because you have been dressing as a girl 
every day for almost three months now. Obviously we were 
right. You want to be a girl. I merely helped you achieve 
it." 
 
Shocked that she would admit it, I said nothing, even 
though I knew that what she said was true. But I tried to 
save face anyway. 
 
"I am dressing this way until my hair grows out enough to 
take the wig knots out mother, that's all!"
 
"Poppycock! You could have had that wig taken off long 
ago Catherine and you know it. No. You like dressing as a 
girl, and I'll bet that you do not really want to change 
back into a male!" 
 
I had dressed as a girl for almost three months now and 
over that time I had become adroit at doing my hair, 
makeup and nails, while feminine clothes were no longer a 
mystery to me. The few times I tried on my male clothes I 
looked like a girl dressing as a boy, or a very 
effeminate boy. All at once I knew she had done the right 
thing. 
 
"But we only gave you a few doses Catherine. Your own 
body must have done the rest on it's own." 
 
I thought about what she said and realized that through 
the bad luck of my own chemistry, I was turning into a 
girl! As I sat there, my hands went to my swelling 
breasts and squeezed them, one in each hand. 
 
"These will get bigger won't they mother."
 
"If what I hear is true, daughters tend to be the size of 
the mother, so if that's true, then yes. You will grow to 
a fuller size, perhaps a full 'B' or 'C' cup.
 
It was the catalyst of my own realization that let me 
accept my fate. Later that night at dinner, Gretchen 
suggested that I might want to redo my bedroom in a more 
feminine manner. That night as I looked around the room I 
decided she was right, and the next day I moved all of 
the furniture out of the room and painted the trim in 
eggshell white with the walls a soft mint green.

Mother and I went shopping for drapes and curtains, a new 
bed spread and pillow cases. She also bought me a lighted 
vanity, and as I moved all of my clothes to paint the 
closet, without asking, Gretchen began to pack them in 
boxes. I did not stop her. I had a small wardrobe 
suitable for myself as Catherine, so over the next few 
days we shopped. Bras, slips, panties, pantyhose, hose, 
shoes, skirts, blouses, dresses, suits, and so on, were 
all added. I also got used to dressing without the corset 
as mother said I no longer needed it.
 
Two days after I had settled into the newly redone room I 
got a letter from Prince Michael that he had been posted 
to the Washington Embassy, and wanted to visit me! I 
cannot say that having a suitor was foremost on my mind, 
but that night Gretchen came into my room and sat on the 
bed, looking at me, all wrapped in pink nylon.
 
"I think its time you decided what it is you want 
Catherine. For all intents, you are a young girl now, and 
have accepted that in your mind. By chance, or mistake, 
or even desire, you have become a girl. Ask yourself if 
this is what you want. If it is, then forget about 
Fredrick and become Catherine Elizabeth Grant." 
 
She kissed me on the cheek and left me to answer the 
question she asked. As I lay in bed and looked around I 
knew the answer, Fredrick would not return. I let my hand 
fall to my usually small manhood, and wondered how I was 
going to successfully hide it.
 
In the morning I found the answer on the Internet, and 
ordered what I needed, then got dressed. I spent the day 
rearranging my room to suit my new needs, sorted my 
lingerie and so on. Then I called the salon and made an 
appointment for that afternoon. I had made my decision, 
and now I was going to make it true. Mother and Gretchen 
were not around when I left, so I left a note on my 
vanity. 
 
At the salon I had the same stylist, and at my direction 
she removed the wig and styled my own hair. It had grown 
to a reasonable length and she was able to style it in a 
short bob. I also had her dye it the color of the wig. 
Not having the weight of all of that hair was new, but a 
lot more comfortable, and I stopped in at the sports 
center and picked up a new tennis dress with panties to 
match and new shoes. I liked to play tennis and had not 
done so since I started the transition. The Prince had 
said he liked to play, so I intended to ask him to join 
me for a set. 
 
Mother saw me first and immediately told me she liked the 
new hairstyle on me. "This came for you today Catherine, 
what is it?" 
 
"Let me check it mother, I'll tell you later." I took the 
package and went to my room, locking the door behind me. 
I opened the package, and after reading the instructions 
carefully, put it on. It did exactly as advertised. It 
gave me the look of a natural born female. I got dressed 
again, this time in slacks and a top.
 
In the mail I received a note from the Prince saying that 
he would stop by the next day! Gretchen and mother 
thought it was funny when I began to worry about what to 
wear, would he like my new hairstyle and so on. 
 
"Relax Catherine. He is a man, and men are easy to 
manipulate. Just be pleasant and be yourself." 
 
That night I spent two hours in a bubble bath, using a 
razor to shave off the odd hair that had not fallen off 
yet. My skin was silky smooth, my breasts now very 
sensitive. That night I wore my special device to bed so 
that I would get used to it. Besides, I was going to 
breakfast in my nightgown and robe, which I knew, would 
let mother see my new device, if only through a mist of 
pink nylon.
 
As I walked down the stairs and mother saw me, I heard 
her gasp and knew that I now had her undivided attention. 
 
"Catherine! What have you done to yourself?"
 
"Nothing mother. I simply bought something to make it 
easier for me to be the girl I seem to be." 
 
She said nothing at all, but I knew that her curiosity 
would get the better of her sooner or later. All I had to 
do was wait. I was in my room and had just slipped on my 
panties when mother came into the room. 
 
"Let me see Catherine." 
 
I slipped the panties down and heard intake a breath. 
 
"That looks very real Catherine! How does it work? No, 
don't tell me." 
 
I pulled up my panties again and pulled on my tightest 
pair of slacks, the tan ones, and a white sweater and 
some flats. My shorter hair was simple to brush out and 
with a modest amount of foundation and lipstick I went 
down to the den to wait for Michael to show up. 
 
Almost as soon as he arrived he said, "There will be a 
party at out Embassy Saturday next Catherine, and I would 
like you to attend it with me as my guest." 
 
I had assumed he would ask me out, but not something like 
this! His smile never wavered as he looked at me, and I 
felt my head nodding yes. 
 
"Excellent! I will send a car to meet you at the train 
station then. Just call and tell me when you will 
arrive."
 
Mother, knowing that he was attracted to me, helped him 
along by mentioning that I played tennis, and wondered if 
he did as well. 
 
"Of course! It is my favorite game!"
 
"We have an indoor court close by, maybe you and 
Catherine would like to play. When you get back we can 
all have dinner together." He looked at me and when I 
smiled at him, he quickly agreed. "I will have to stop 
and get some shoes and so on, but that sounds wonderful."
 
"I'll go pack my bag then Michael. I'll only be a 
moment." I left him there and went to my room, packing my 
new outfit, shoes, some makeup, and so on.
 
His driver took us to the same sports center I had gone 
to. Within minutes he returned to the car and we drove to 
the courts. He veered off to the men's locker room, while 
I stepped into the women's for the first time ever. 
Nervous, but confident in the device I had on, I found a 
locker and quickly changed. Two other women walked by but 
did not even look at me. He had found a court, and he let 
me serve first. As we played I became very aware that my 
skirt was flying high quite a bit, treating him to the 
sight of my brand new, ruffled panties. He handily beat 
me three times before we took a break. 
 
"You play well Catherine. But a woman cannot beat a man." 
 
That made me angry, and challenged him to one more set. I 
beat him three out of three. All I had to do was quit 
worrying about showing my panties. He admitted defeat 
graciously and we went to shower and change.
 
Fear was of course prominently in my mind when I 
undressed. Alone, in front of a locker, somewhat shielded 
was one thing. Naked in a shower was another. There did 
not seem to be anyone else in the locker room, so I 
quickly went into the shower, washed up, and rinsed off. 
I had just wrapped a towel around myself when three 
teenage girls walked into the shower. They gave me a 
passing glance and went into the showers.

Quickly pulling on my panties and bra, I pulled my slacks 
on and then the sweater. A bit of foundation and 
lipstick, and I joined Michael in the lobby. Now, he had 
seen me go into the women's locker room to change, twice, 
and I now smelled like soap; the obvious conclusion was 
that I was a female, just one more clue that told him 
what he wanted to believe. I did not let him know 
otherwise.
 
Dinner was of course wonderful. Gretchen went out of her 
way to set a very nice table and the roast duckling was 
done as always, to perfection. 
 
"This party is of course formal Catherine, but if you can 
arrange it so that you have a few days, I will show you 
the best sights in the city." 
 
I saw mother nodding her head yes, and told him I would 
like that. He left right after dinner, but not before he 
had kissed me gently on the lips. 
 
"That man is in love!"
 
"Yes of course he is, with Catherine, and she is falling 
for him as well." 
 
I spun around when Gretchen said that, ready to deny that 
I found him handsome, but the words died on my lips. I 
went to my room more confused than ever, yet a little 
giddy at the thought that he had kissed me. I was 
beginning to feel like Jack Lemmon's character in 'Some 
like it hot'. A man, yet I had attracted a man that 
wanted me. 
 
Looking in the mirror for a way to deny the truth, I 
found myself unable to find any sign of my former male 
self. I was almost 18 now, and really, no longer a male; 
but not a female either. As I undressed and my bra fell 
to the floor, my breasts fell free. No longer small, they 
had grown to a full 'B' cup, round and soft, pert and 
sexy. I hefted one in each hand and looked at them. They 
were an undeniable sign of my femininity. My waist was 
now a natural 21 inches, my hips wider and fuller. 
 
The device hid my maleness, and I removed it. It was a 
pitiful sight. Small and limp, no longer able to become 
erect, I fell on the bed crying. I slipped on a nightgown 
and went to bed, watching television as I let my mind 
wander for a solution to the conflict I found myself in.
 
I heard the door swing open and looked up. It was my 
mother. She sat on the bed and held my hand. 
 
"I do not know what will happen Catherine, I do know that 
you have become my daughter instead of my son. I never 
intended for this to happen. It was just a party. But 
afterwards, when I remembered how you enjoyed being 
thought of as a young girl, I gave you those hormones. 
Not many, but it was enough to tip your own chemistry, 
and you started to develop all on your own. Now you have 
a young man that is courting you, and today you found out 
that you like it." 
 
I fell into her arms crying, not because I hated it, but 
because she was right. A few times dressed as a girl and 
I was ready to throw away 17 years of manhood! 
 
"You will make someone a wonderful wife some day 
Catherine." Then she changed tactics. "Do you have that 
device on right now?" 
 
"No. I took it off." 
 
At her urging I showed it to her, which is when she found 
out that if I was wearing it, I could accept a male, just 
like any other woman. 
 
She read the instructions, pointing out that I could 
attach it using an adhesive rather than using the straps 
like I had done before. 
 
"Do you have the adhesive?" 
 
I got up and took it out of the dresser and handed it to 
her. 
 
"Lay down dear."
 
Thirty minutes later, after mother had used scissors to 
trim the device, and shaved my groin, she attached the 
device to my skin with glue. The seams fell into the 
junction of my legs and groin, undetectable unless you 
were very close. 
 
"You are my daughter Catherine and I do not want to hear 
any more about this. Accept what you are and go on with 
life. If Michael wants to make love to you, it is up to 
you whether you let him or not. But this device lets you 
have that option." 
 
She stood up and told me that in the morning we were 
going out to find me a dress for the party, and left me 
alone in my room.
 
I felt much better now, and drifted off to sleep with 
many pleasant dreams punctuating the night. I also let my 
finger find my opening and let it slide in, just to see 
what it felt like. In the morning I wore a box pleated 
skirt with a blouse, pantyhose and flats. I did not wear 
a bra, choosing to let them be free today. Besides, it 
made me feel a lot more like a woman to be able to do 
that. 
 
Gretchen noticed it first and asked a few times but said 
nothing. Mother and I left the house, to shop I thought, 
but we stopped at our lawyers. 
 
"You might as well change your name Catherine. He can do 
it right away, and we can get you a new drivers license 
today as well." 
 
I signed the papers, and later, got a new license that 
had my new name on it as well as my sex, which was 
clearly marked female in the box. Then we went shopping.
 
I knew exactly what I wanted, and found it at the third 
shop we went into. A sheath dress with a rounded scoop 
neckline, form fitting, and fell just above my knees. It 
was royal blue with matching sequins all over it. I tried 
it on and as I suspected, it showed an impressive amount 
of cleavage. 
 
"If that dress does not get him into your bed he is dead 
Catherine!" 
 
"Mother!" 
 
She only laughed at me; I did not think I was that 
transparent. I bought shoes and a clutch bag to match, 
then white rhinestone earrings that had a dark blue stone 
in the middle and a choker style necklace set. I also 
picked up a pink suit. It had a short straight skirt with 
a fitted jacket. Then we went home. 
 
On the foyer table sat a vase full of flowers. "They are 
for you Catherine." 
 
I read the card. "I am looking forward to seeing you 
again and my parents want to meet you as well. See you on 
the fourth. Mike." 
 
"Now we certainly know he likes you dear, he wants you to 
meet his parents!"
 
On the day before I was scheduled to leave I went to the 
salon had had the works. A steam, then a rub down, my 
hair and nails done including my toenails. As I dressed I 
never felt, or looked better, and I was ready for 
whatever lay ahead. At home I removed the device 
carefully and cleaned the area and the device, letting my 
skin breathe before mother helped me put it back on. 
 
In the morning I called the Embassy and told them what 
train I was on, and mother drove me to the station. I was 
wearing the pink suit. 
 
The driver took me to an expensive hotel were he had 
reserved a room for me. I checked in and in my room, a 
suite actually, I hung up my clothes and looked around. 
The view of the city was magnificent. I heard a light 
tapping at the door and opened it. Mike stood there 
grinning. 
 
"May I come in?" I admitted him, and he swept me into his 
arms and kissed me. I felt his tongue as it pressed 
against my lips and let it slide in. His hand found the 
door and shut it. 
 
"I want you Catherine Grant!"
 
"I know" was all I said as his hand found my breast. 
Waves of delight came over me as he massaged my breast 
and without thinking about it at all my fingers went to 
his shirt and I began to unbutton it. His thick, hairy 
chest was rippling with muscles as he unzipped my skirt 
and it fell to the floor. I moved away and took my blouse 
off. I stepped out of my shoes and pulled the pantyhose 
down and let my bra fall to the floor as well. I was now 
in my panties and a smile. He watched me as I walked over 
to the bed and lay down. His pants hit the floor as he 
stepped out of his loafers and came to me, his ardor 
evident.
 
He kissed me and my hand found him, stroking him as he 
shucked his briefs. He stood over me on his knees and let 
his weapon point right at me. My hand went around him, 
then unbidden, my lips touched it, opening to take him. 
His hands were on my head as he tried to guide me, but I 
pulled away and flipped him on his back, my breasts 
hanging right in his face. 
 
As his lips found my nipples I slipped my panties down 
and poised over him. With some help from me he slipped 
into me and I swayed back and forth while his hands held 
my hips. All at once he shuddered and I knew that he had 
found satisfaction. 
 
I stayed on top until his hardness subsided, and then 
went into the bath. I cleaned up, returning with a damp 
rag. I cleaned him up and took him with my lips, and once 
again he rose to the occasion. This time he let me stay. 
I went back in the bath, returning in my robe and a 
smile. The device had worked as advertised, and I was 
able to satisfy my man. 
 
"We have a dinner engagement tonight Catherine. The 
driver will be here at eight. Can you be ready by then?"
 
"Of course, but real the question is "are you ready now?" 
He was. As I lay under him with my legs spread and my 
hand's on is butt, I thought I understood men a lot 
better. After he left I took a shower and changed for 
dinner.
 
I wore the pink suit with an eggshell blouse and gray 
heels and modest makeup. The car pulled up in front of 
the hotel and as I got in I saw his parents. As soon as I 
was seated he made the introductions. 
 
"Mother, father, this is Catherine Grant; Catherine, my 
parents, the King and Queen." 
 
His father kissed my hand and his mother shook it. 
 
"Call me Hank Catherine. King, or Sire, sounds so... 
formal." 
 
His mother was watching me closely, something Gretchen 
and mother had warned me about. She knew that her son was 
attracted to me and wanted to be with me. In effect, I 
was stealing him away from her. I gave her my best smile 
and let Michael take my hand in his. His father was 
jovial while his mother was guarded.
 
Dinner was pleasant and his mother finally relaxed. I 
joined her in the walk to the ladies room, and she asked 
me point blank what my plans were regarding Michael! 
 
"I have no plans at all Ma'am. We met at a party held at 
our home, and we played tennis once. He invited me to the 
party at the Embassy, which by the way, I hesitated 
before I accepted. I like your son...a lot I admit, but I 
have no plans beyond that."
 
"Your mother is Veronica Grant?" I nodded my head yes and 
watched as she smiled. "I went to school with her! I've 
known your mother since we were little girls!"
 
"Mother did not tell me that Ma'am." 
 
When we returned from the ladies room Mike and his father 
stood up. "Henry, did you know that Catherine was the 
daughter of Veronica Grant? I went to school with her 
when her name was Butron!" 
 
"She does have that same impish look you two always had 
Marion. But now that you mention it, she does look like a 
young Veronica." All at once the cloud that hung between 
Michael's mother and I lifted. I had been accepted.
 
On the day of the party I prepared carefully and was 
ready right on time. I had no idea that an Embassy party 
was so formal! All of the women wore expensive gowns and 
their best jewelry, the men a tuxedo or a uniform.

Michael stayed close all night, introducing me to people 
as we maneuvered our way through the vast room. We were 
standing in the back, near the buffet, when the President 
of the United States walked in! I was ushered into the 
receiving line, and was soon shaking hands with the most 
powerful man in the world! Mike just smiled at my 
nervousness and held my hand.

Later, he took me back to the hotel. He wanted to come in 
but I was tired and made excuses, which he accepted with 
his usual grace.
 
In the morning I dressed in slacks and a sweater and was 
doing my hair when I heard a knock on the door. The man 
showed me his badge. He was FBI! 
 
"Good morning. I'm Jack Benson. I have been asked to 
bring you to the Whitehouse. Can you come now?"
 
"Let me finish my hair. I'll be only a moment." 
 
I ran into the bath and did my hair and makeup as quickly 
as I could, grabbed my purse and changed my things from 
the sequined bag, then I let him lead the way. He said 
nothing as we drove to the South entrance and I was 
escorted into the building. A woman ran her hands over me 
for weapons, and I was taken to the elevator and then, 
into the Oval office where the President and his wife 
waited! 
 
"Good morning Catherine, please sit down." 
 
I sat where he pointed, unsure of why he wanted to see 
me. I was a nobody! 
 
"Since you look the part, I will call you Catherine 
instead of Fredrick." 
 
Right then I knew I was in for it. "Catherine is my legal 
name sir." 
 
"Oh yes. Of course. We asked you here because it is 
entirely possible that you might become a member of the 
Mordavian royal family. Michael is very much in love with 
you, which I am sure you already know." 
 
I nodded my head yes and she went on. 
 
"Because of the security concerns around the President 
every guest is always checked out. When we were told of 
your, ah... status, and then saw the way Prince Michael 
acted around you, we knew we had to act today." 
 
The President sat across from me smiling. "We think that 
someone will try to assassinate the King, and maybe the 
first son. If that happens, Michael will be elevated to a 
more prominent position. Your association with him can 
hurt him, or help him depending on what we do."
 
An aide came in and served coffee; as soon as he left the 
President went on. "We can remove all traces of Fredrick 
and place Catherine in his place, making it look as if 
you were always a female." 
 
His wife, a short, blond dynamo spoke up. "Actually, we 
hope that you do marry the Prince. It will stabilize the 
royal family and give us a foothold in that part of the 
world."
 
"But ma'am! I'm not a female as you pointed out. Michael 
will want heirs and I cannot give him any! I'm still a 
male!"
 
"Yes dear, we know that, and we also know that you and 
Prince Michael spent two hours alone in your hotel room. 
I am assuming that you did not play checkers, which means 
that you found a way to... ah, be a female in an intimate 
situation and not be found out. Am I right?" 
 
I nodded my head yes and she smiled at me. 
 
"That has to be the trick of all time!"
 
"You can buy it from the Internet Ma'am."
 
"No matter. By the time you get home, all traces of your 
former life will have been replaced. From the moment you 
leave this office you will always have been a female." 
 
I sipped on my now cold coffee and looked not at the 
President, but the first lady. She was a shrewd woman and 
knew what she wanted, and right now she wanted me to be a 
female.
 
"You're right about the checkers Ma'am, he is an 
outstanding player." 
 
Her face broke into a wide grin and she laughed a bit. 
"Okay Catherine Elizabeth Grant, tell me. If Michael asks 
you to marry him, will you?" 
 
I nodded my head yes. The President gave me a small gift, 
and I opened it. Inside was a set of earrings. "Those 
belonged to Mary Queen of Scots. We think they belong on 
royalty once again." 
 
The first lady kissed me on the cheek, and the President 
shook my hand. I was led back to the car and Agent Benson 
took me back to my hotel. I saw Michael one more time 
before I had to go home, and we toured the city as he had 
promised me.
 
Once I was home I told mother and Gretchen what had 
happened, my time with Mike, the party, and of course my 
meeting with the first family. 
 
Mother made two calls and confirmed that all traces of my 
former self had been eradicated! Catherine had a birth 
certificate on file, school records, and so on! 
 
"Well, it is what you wanted Catherine, relax and enjoy 
it!" 
 
Two weeks later the King and his eldest son, along with 
his wife, the Queen and three others were killed in an 
explosion. The second eldest son ascended the throne and 
Michael took over as Consul General. On the weekends he 
would take the train up to see me, and after my talk with 
Gretchen and mother, was allowed to stay in the room next 
to mine. It took him two whole days to get up the nerve 
to come into my room, and when he did I held him there 
with my sex and charm. 
 
"Catherine, I want to marry you."
 
"I know that Michael." I was about to tell him I was a 
male. I had thought about it a great deal and decided 
that if he and I were to have any life at all, he had to 
know. 
 
"If I agree to marry you there is something you should 
know. I cannot have children." I was hoping that his 
desire to have heirs would put him off, but he smiled and 
said that we could adopt. 
 
"Michael, I am a male, like you." I watched him as he sat 
back in the chair and looked at me.
 
"You and I, we make magnificent love together. You hold 
nothing back and I give you all I have. No, you are a 
female. Maybe not in body, but in soul. We will work it 
out." 
 
I thought I had heard that same line once before, in a 
movie! When he stood up he was taking his shirt off. I 
also undressed and both of us eventually stood there 
naked. His hardness was ready and his hand reached out 
for me. I let him guide me to the bed, and that night he 
took me in the only place I was still a virgin. 
 
I was wrapped in his arms the next morning when Gretchen 
came into the room. "Get up you love birds. Breakfast in 
twenty minutes." Me in my robe, him in his jeans and a 
shirt, sat at the table eating. His hand snaked out and 
handed me a small box.
 
Mother watched me as I opened it. Inside was a huge 
diamond ring! 
 
"Take it Catherine, be my wife." 
 
I do not remember it, but Gretchen says that I jumped and 
yelled yes, then kissed him. Later after he had gone back 
to the Embassy, mother immediately went into overdrive, 
making lists, planning the wedding. But a call the next 
morning put all of that to an end. The wedding would be 
held in Mordavia, in the huge cathedral near the castle. 
All I had to do was select the Bridesmaids and get a 
dress. 
 
Mother, Gretchen, and I were about to leave for the dress 
shop when another call came. Instead of Mordavia, the 
wedding might be held in Washington! The first lady 
herself called me and asked if I had enough Bridesmaids. 
 
Sadly, I had none as yet and had no idea how to get any. 
My youth had been as a male, and therefore had no close 
girlfriends to ask. I had no sisters, no cousins, zip. 
 
"No" I said, and explained the situation to her. 
 
"Because of the unrest over there we have suggested that 
a year long engagement might be better, and Prince 
Michael has agreed. That gives everyone plenty of time to 
get ready." 
 
I was agreeing with her, mostly listening, then she told 
me to see if I could manage to find four girls that would 
act as Bridesmaids. I said I would do my best.
 
I used that year to correct the mistake nature made, and 
I did manage to find four girls to be the bridesmaids. 
Michael and I were married in a huge wedding that 
befitted a member of a royal family. This is were I 
started, but I have to go now. Michael is standing behind 
me with each of his hands on my breasts, his tongue 
flicking at my neck. It's making me crazy with lust, just 
like a new bride should be, especially one that is ready 
to lose her virginity.
 
 
The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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