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It Started As A Joke
by Sallie Davids (salliedavids@yahoo.com)
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A young boy's coming of age - as a girl model. (Fmm,
ped, 1st, tg, cd)
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It started as a joke, but these boobs are real now...
Where does one separate what is real from what is
thought to be real. That is my life in a short
sentence. It began around the time I was seven years
old. We wee a happy family. Mom, dad and me. Then there
was the car accident that turned our family into just
mom and me. Dad died in the accident, the pain is that
he was not at fault. It did not ease the pain.
My aunt Kat tried to help us but she was the younger
sister and mom was just being mom. When I turned nine,
mom had fallen deeper and deeper into drinking her pain
away. The pills did little to ease her pain. Aunt Kat
was also in pain watching her destroy herself and me.
Mom was arrested again for the selling of drugs and
this time the sentence was 15 to life for her crimes.
It was a women's prison for non violent offenders. Aunt
Kat stepping up and took me in as her own. Aunt Kat
worked for a photo agency for clothing manufactures.
Things were tight but we did survive.
Aunt Kat tried to be a mom and she did a good job. She
asked me one day if I wanted some photos taken of me. I
laughed and told her I was not good in sports and that
ruled out any photos. She told me that one of the
clients at worked liked the photo of me that was on her
desk. It was a photo of me at the park. A general non-
descript park, a swing and me in a base ball hat and a
t-shirt and shorts. I did have light brown hair that
was long for a young man. I liked it longer as it was
different from the other sports and rowdy boys. She
told me that they have asked her several times and she
always refused and when they offered her $500.00
dollars for the afternoons photo shoot and that what
ever clothes I used from the manufacture I could keep.
School was coming and I did need new clothes. Aunt Kat
said it was my choice. I asked her if the money was a
lot and if she needed it. She said it was a lot but we
have always gotten by in the past. We talked and agreed
it would be fun. We went to the studio on Saturday
after lunch. It was downtown and if was fancy. The
gentleman told us to be comfortable and as sat down.
His assistant brought us cokes and we talked about what
the manufacture was looking for.
He assured us that only mom and I would be allowed in
the dressing room and that she could pick out the
outfits and has final say on everything. We stood up
and went to the dressing room and opened the door and
walked in. There were racks and racks of clothes. The
racks were numbered and the clothes were very pretty.
The problem was that they were little girl's cloths not
boys.
Aunt Kat walked out and began to ask the assistant
about the clothes, he said that if we could pick one
outfit from each rack and that would be it. He
reminded Aunt Kat that her daughter could keep the
clothes she wore for the photo shoot. Aunt Kat returned
to the dressing room and said that she guessed they all
though I was a little girl. Not a little boy.
I asked her what we should do now. She said that she
would explain it to them and that was it. We would
leave and go home. I asked Aunt Kat if the money would
be useful and if we needed it that I would do it, if
she thought we could do it. Aunt Kat said ok lets get
changing. She asked me to undress and she would pick
out an outfit for me.
When she walked back to me there I was in only my
underwear. She looked at me and did a small laugh and
said that these were more acceptable, she was referring
to the pair of bright yellow cotton panties she was
holding in her hand. With out thinking I pulled my
shorts down and took the panties and pulled them up.
She helped me dress in a colorful top and shorts and
some open toed shoes.
We opened the door and walked over to the area were
they were standing and there were different backgrounds
and he took several photos and made ideas for moving
and sitting and we followed his direction and there
were more outfits and more changing. There was a bit of
confusion on me wearing the dresses as they used the
term of a "tom boy attitude" about me. I guess I was
not lady like. When it came to the pajamas that was a
bit different.
The real difference came when we were on the last
outfit it was a dress up one. He asked if she would add
a little color to my cheeks and maybe a touch of lip
stick. With out thinking Aunt Kay applied both and
watched the camera do its thing. When we were all done
he thanked and as we were leaving us gave my aunt an
envelope and said the clothes will be delivered to our
house. We left and it was late and we decided to stop
and eat.
While eating the waitress referred to me as a little
girl. It was the lip stick and rose colored cheeks. We
laughed. Several days later we received the clothes and
laughed as now what we do with them. We laughed again
and said that the check was handy to get me some real
clothes.
**
It was several weeks later that my aunt told me that
she received a visit from the manufacture of the
clothes that I wore. She told me her boss was there
also. She said that they were pleased with the photos
and showed them to her. Then showed them in a photo lay
out for the catalog and media press kit. She was just
over whelmed as she was looking at a beautiful little
girl, and I was a boy.
They wanted to do more photo layouts and have everyone
sign a contract. When she told me the amount of money
they offered her it became a very unusual moment. Here
we were being offered as much money as Aunt Kat earned
and being a model for the company's new line of
clothing.
My aunt asked me now what do we do. I told her with out
knowing what all happens to girls as they grow up that
we could do it for a while and save some money for the
lawyers to help my mom. We agreed. Aunt Kat knew
lawyers for the fashion industry and they drew up a
contract that put Aunt Kat in charge and final word. As
she needed to protect our secret.
That was just the beginning. There were more photo
shoots and clothes and soon we had a problem. School. I
was a boy there and everywhere else I was a girl. We
had enough money to buy a small house in the suburbs
and she was able to enroll me in school as a girl. Me a
girl full time. We felt it was all a joke as we were
just having fun and making money.
My aunt told me that any time I wanted to be a boy I
should tell her and it would be ok. I never did. I
enjoyed wearing panties and soft clothes. I even
enjoyed school as a girl. I was excused from gym class.
The shower thing. My aunt did sit me down and talked to
me about the sexes and differences in them. I needed to
learn a lot. We have been fooling everyone now for five
years.
**
I am now fourteen and things are changing. My mom is
still in prison and we see her when we can and when she
is allowed. She is a good person just a troubled one.
As for me things were changing the outfits were a bit
more grown up and a bit more tailored.
A new word I learned was that I was a slow developer. I
was not sure what that meant. My aunt sat me down and
told me time has come to quit and go back and be
normal. I asked her what normal was. We laughed. I
asked her why I could not continue doing the catalogs.
She explained that at this age girls are changing,
growing breasts and slimming waists. She told me that
it would not happen to me. I would grow mass and thick
body hair.
I was depressed and asked if there was anything I could
do to change like a girl. She did tell me that there
were vitamins that could force me to change and lean
towards what happens to a girl. We agreed and soon I
was taking the pills and doing the photo shoots and
enjoying the fun. We had a small pool in the back yard
where I could relax and work on a tan. Yes a tan,
something about a two piece swim suit that is nice. It
was also where I was introduced to boys.
We would have friends over and well when you have sun
and boys and girls well things do happen. I learned how
to kiss a boy. The thrill of the kiss. The roaming
hands. Never below the waist that is. That area was off
limits. However below the waist on them was open
season. The kissing was different when I was kissing a
boy than with a girl. With a girl I did feel a bit of
tingling below the waist. It was a feeling that soon
went away.
**
It has been 2 years since we started the change and my
waist is smaller than my hips and there are curves. My
breasts were now round and getting fuller it was
different. My only male part seemed to stop growing
years ago. I did not miss it as I never knew it. I was
now getting my drivers license. Then a car.
It has been ten years that my mom has been in prison. I
miss her and we write all the time. My career is moving
and the clothing is great and the money is now keeping
us in style. Everyone says I have turned into a
beautiful woman. Funny that is what I have always
thought that I was a woman. I am now 20 years old and
almost finished with college. I have no plans and no
ideas.
Aunt Kat said I can continue with the catalog and being
their front man for there clothing line that they
created for me. We agreed that a break was needed.
There were boys to see and things to do. I needed to
plan a future and with college almost over there were
boys and girls out there to have fun with. Aunt Kat has
mentioned that there are doctors that can change me
into an actual woman. That is below the waist I mean.
Stay tuned for part two? salliedavids@yahoo.com
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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