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Kristen
by Karen Elizabeth L. (address withheld)

***

A high school boy is given the part of a female in the 
school play and finds that he and others are 
"fascinated" at how well he plays the part. (mm-teens, 
tg)

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

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

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

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

My teacher, Mrs. Wald smiled and tried to console me. 
She told the rest of the class not to laugh because we 
were doing this to help them. I appreciated her help but 
there were still snickers and giggles from the class. 
Mrs. Wald passed out papers detailing what each group 
would wear for the show. 

I looked at the section marked "Western Dancers" and 
became sick. Under this section it read; "Boys - Jeans, 
plaid shirts and bandannas. Girls - Skirts (denim if 
possible), white blouses (fringed if possible)." It was 
bad enough I had to play a girl's part but now I was 
expected to dress like one too.

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

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

I told her about the play and how Jim and I were picked 
to be girls. Handing her the sheet Mrs. Wald had passed 
out I showed her the part where it specified what I was 
to wear. Mom read the sheet and began laughing. "I used 
to dream about having my teenage daughter raiding my 
closets for outfits," she chuckled. "I just never 
thought I'd be lending clothes to my son." 

I was beginning to get really upset by now. "Please 
mom," I begged. "The kids at school will tease me 
enough. Can't you just be nice and help me out."

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

We went into her room and she began to look through her 
closets. She handed me a long denim skirt and a plain 
white blouse. "Why don't you take these to your room and 
try them on?" 

I looked at her pleadingly. "Do I have to try them on 
mom? I asked. "They look like they'll fit." Mom just 
pushed me out of the room. "Just try them on." She said. 
"We have to know if you'll look just right."

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

"They seem to fit okay mom," I said as I entered the 
kitchen. "May I take them off now please?" I asked. Mom 
looked at me and laughed. 

"That's not what I meant when I told you to try them 
on," she said. "Now go back in there and take off your 
shirt and pants first. I'll help you with that zipper 
when you're ready." 

I could see that there was no easy way out of this for 
me so back to my room I trudged.

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

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

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

I went back to my room and changed, thankful to get out 
of those silly clothes. I did my home work and went to 
see how things went for Jim. Mrs. Karl answered the door 
and asked me to come in. She explained that Jim was in 
his room and that she'd tell him I was here. I made 
myself at home with Jim's "Game Boy" and waited for him 
to come down. A few minutes later I glanced up to see 
Jim's sister came down followed by his mom. 

"Hi Heather," I said. "What's new?" I almost died when 
"Heather" turned out to be Jim. He was wearing one of 
his sisters denim skirts and a silky, white, pullover 
top. He even had on stockings and a pair of white, girls 
shoes.

Jim's mom laughed at my reaction. "Well what do you 
think Mike?" She asked. "which one of you girls is going 
to look nicer in the play?" I couldn't believe it. My 
best friend's mom was asking which of us was going to be 
the prettier girl. I was beginning to think aliens had 
sucked out her brain. I didn't want to cause trouble so 
I just smiled and said, "Oh Jim will, Mrs. Karl. No 
doubt about it." 

Mrs. Karl smiled and said, "We'll have to wait and see." 
Turning to Jim she said, "Why don't you two go to your 
room dear. I'm sure you have lots to talk about." As we 
were leaving she added, "Please be careful with your 
sisters clothes, she's only lending you that outfit." 
Jim promised he'd be careful and we went to his room so 
he could change.

As soon as we got to Jim's room I asked him how he 
managed to end up looking like his sister. Jim explained 
that when he got home he told his mother about the play 
and asked if she'd help him. His mother agreed to help 
but said they'd have to tell Heather since he'd need one 
of her outfits. 

Embarrassed, Jim agreed and together they told his 
sister. Jim said that Heather laughed when they told her 
but her mother immediately corrected her. She agreed to 
help and promptly found a top and skirt for Jim to try 
on. 

Even though Heather was two years older than Jim her 
clothes turned out to be a perfect fit for him. He 
thought he was done and was about to put his clothes on 
again when his mother stopped him.

His mother called him into the room and asked him to 
turn around so that she could look at him from behind. 
When he did she remarked that there was something 
missing and for him to wait for her in his room. She 
stayed behind with his sister, closing the bedroom door. 
She called him to return a few minutes later. 

Jim said that his mother had said that she thought he 
looked cute in Heather's clothes and asked him to do her 
a favor. Not thinking to ask what the favor was Jim 
agreed. His mother smiled and asked him to try "a few 
other things" on for her.

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

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

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

As Jim changed back into his own clothes we talked about 
his outfit. "I hope your mom and sister don't make you 
dress like that for the play." I said. "Maybe they'll 
forget all about it by then." 

Jim stopped dressing and turned to me. "Promise me you 
won't say anything about this Mike?" He asked. 

"Don't worry buddy," I said. "I won't say a word."

Jim seemed relieved to hear my promise. "I hope they 
don't forget." 

I thought that there was something wrong with my 
hearing. "What did you just say Jim?" I asked. Jim 
looked right at me. "I said I hope they don't forget 
about dressing me up."

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

"Sure Jim," I replied, "if it's all right with you then 
I guess it's fine." Jim smiled and said, "thanks Mike, 
you're really a great guy." Hoping to lighten things up 
a bit I grinned and said, "and you're an all right girl, 
I guess." 

That definitely lightened up Jim since he broke into a 
huge grin. "Do you really think I looked pretty?" He 
asked. 

I couldn't believe it. Things were just going from bad 
to worse, now my best friend wanted to know if I thought 
he was pretty. "Earth to Jim!" I yelled. "You're not 
supposed to be pretty." 

Jim's grin faded, "Oh well," he said seeming a little 
bummed out. "I was just wondering."

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

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

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

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

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

That afternoon Jim came over to see me. I was a little 
worried about how he might be dressed but when I opened 
the door there was good old Jim, my best friend. We 
threw my football back and forth until it was almost 
dinner time. 

Mom asked if he'd like to stay for dinner and I thought 
it would be a great idea too. Jim's mom agreed and soon 
we sat down to dinner. I had forgotten about seeing Jim 
in his sisters clothes and wasn't about to mention the 
play. Mom on the other hand had other ideas.

It started out casually enough with us talking about an 
upcoming Math test but turned ugly soon enough. "Do you 
have your outfit ready for the class play Jim?" Mom 
asked innocently enough. I shot her a look to try to 
stop her but it was useless. Once mom got an idea in her 
head she kept at it until she was finished. Jim perked 
right up at this turn in the conversation. 

"Yes I do Mrs. Warren," Jim replied happily. He then 
went on to tell about how Heather was letting him wear 
one of her pretty white tops and her blue Denim mini-
skirt. Jim eagerly related that he would also get to 
borrow a pair white shoes with a low heel and a pair of 
nylons too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well the fateful class arrived soon enough, too soon as 
a matter of fact. I wasn't looking forward to learning 
how to dance as a girl. Jim and I picked up our books 
and followed the girls to the gym where the practice was 
to be held. 

The girls were mostly nice to us although there were a 
few giggles when we entered the gym. As we lined up Mrs. 
Sloan said that she didn't mean any offense to me or Jim 
but she would be addressing the class as "Ladies". She 
said it was simply easier that way and that we should 
just follow along.

After class the girls were all talking about the new 
dance and before I knew it Jim and I were deeply 
involved in the conversation. The girls acted as if 
there was nothing unusual about two boys learning how to 
dance as girls. 

We talked and joked all the back to our lockers and 
several of them even walked home with us we could talk 
more. I was beginning to think that this play might turn 
out to be a great way to get to know some pretty girls. 
"Who knows, I might be able to get a date with a few." I 
thought to myself.

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

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

Then it hit me like a sledgehammer. It was Friday, the 
day I promised to let mom dress me as a girl.

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

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

"Relax honey," she said as she took my arm and guided me 
towards her room.

"You never know, this could be fun."

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

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

Mom ignored my question. She gave me the clothes and 
told me to go to my room and get started. She'd stop by 
in a few minutes to help me. "What do you mean?" I 
asked. "I'm a big boy now, I've been dressing myself for 
quite a while remember." 

Mom found that to be very funny. "Wrong!" She said 
emphatically. "Tonight you're a big GIRL and believe me 
you'll need my help." Still laughing. she shoved me off 
towards my room.

Once in my room I looked at the clothes and began to 
wonder if the jacket was really worth it, but 
reluctantly began to take off my clothes. Once I got 
everything off I picked up the panties Mom had given me 
to wear. They had lace all around the waist and leg 
openings. 

When I pulled them on I noticed that they felt very soft 
and light, totally different from the boys underwear I 
was used to. I got everything adjusted just right and 
reached for the pantyhose.

I soon figured that they were like pants with feet so 
with just a little work I managed to pull them on. The 
tag inside of them said they were "Smooth and Silky" 
which went a long way towards explaining the way they 
felt. Without thinking I found myself running my hands 
down my nylon covered legs and thinking about how nice 
they felt.

Suddenly I snapped back to reality. I was only doing 
this to get that jacket, There was just no way I'd like 
it. Yet when reaching for the bra I brushed my leg with 
my hand and an awful thought came to me. I liked the way 
the nylon felt against my skin.

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

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

In my opinion she had already overdone it, the panties 
and nylons were bad enough but now it looked like I had 
boobs. Next she had me pull a white slip over my head 
and stand still as she adjusted the length. 

Looking down at myself I couldn't believe that I was 
standing here all decked out in nylon and lace. Yet 
there was no denying it, the slip was trimmed with lace 
at the top and bottom and the nylons in the bra made a 
very feminine bulge at the chest. I must have been 
staring at myself longer than I realized because the 
next thing I knew Mom was sitting in the bed smiling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom walked in to see me standing there ready to cry. 
"What's wrong, Mike?"

She said, "I'm sorry if this upset you, I thought you 
might enjoy it."

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

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

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

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

Mom smiled and hugged me.

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

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

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

I could only wonder what she had in mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom gave me a close examination..

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

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

"To make a proper young lady out of you of course," she 
replied as if it was a no-brainer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good girl," mom said happily. "You're really beginning 
to look nice."

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

Mom had me raise my arms so she could slide it over my 
head then pulled the gown over my shoulders and waist. 
Once she got it just the way she wanted it she stepped 
behind me and zipped it up. 

"You're going to make a lovely young woman in this 
outfit," she said as she tied the sash behind me. "I 
hope you like it as much as I did when I wore it."

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

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

"You look gorgeous," she gushed. "I just wish you had 
someplace to wear it to."

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

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

Mom acted as if it was just a minor problem to be solved 
in due time. "That's okay honey," she said. "We'll 
figure something out later."

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

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

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

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

While I was enjoying (more like "Luxuriating" as the 
label said.) my bath, mom knocked on the door, "I 
brought you some things to wear to bed Mike," she said 
sweetly. "I'll leave them on the floor out here. I hope 
you like them."

I wasn't sure what she meant, I always slept in my 
underwear and mom knew it. I'll check on it after I 
finished this great bath, I thought to myself.

After I finished my bath I dried off and wrapped a towel 
around my waist. Opening the door I saw what mom had 
brought for me. On the floor outside of the bathroom lay 
a yellow, nylon, nightgown, a pair of lacy, yellow 
panties and a pair of her backless bedroom slippers to 
match the nightgown and panties. 

One last obstacle before I get my jacket, I thought to 
myself. I picked up the clothes and put them on. It 
upset me the panties and nightgown felt good, but I 
reminded myself that it would be over soon and I'd be 
back to being myself again. I put on the slippers and 
went to show mom.

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

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

*

Mom gave me a hug and goodnight kiss before I went to my 
room. As I was leaving she told me how nice I smelled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That clinched it. Mom had completely flipped.

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

Mom's expression never changed.

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

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

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

I took off my nightgown and picked up the bra.

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

Mom saw my puzzled expression.

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

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

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

It turns out that mom had planned on taking me shopping 
as a girl as soon as I agreed to try dressing up. She 
went out and bought a few things for me to wear so I'd 
look like a thirteen year old girl. The stockings were 
of course a perfect fit as were the slip and dress. 

The dress was really, mom described it as a "floral 
print" in fall colors. I thought it was just some brown 
and orange flowers and stuff, guess I had a lot to 
learn.

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

Although it really bugged me to admit it mom was right., 
It was just right for a girl my age, very figure 
flattering I think they say. It ended several inches 
above my knees, just like the girls wore at school. 

My padded bra gave me just the right sized chest, and 
the dress provided curves for my waist and hips. My slip 
was the perfect length, the lace at the bottom ended an 
inch or two before my dress did so I wouldn't worry 
about my slip showing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom reached over and grabbed her makeup kit.

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

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

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

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

"Me and my big mouth," I thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Was everything okay sweetheart?" She asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Within minutes the bravest of them approached me.

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

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

"Hi," I said flashing him a smile. "I'm doing some 
shopping with my mom.

We're not from around here."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

Dad didn't appear to understand.

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

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

Dad just wouldn't leave well enough alone though.

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

Mom had been sitting there quietly, just looking at me 
with a stupid grin.

I hoped she'd just keep quiet but my luck had run out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Feeling very silly I went back to show dad.

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stepping into a pair of mom's black flats I took another 
look in the mirror.

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

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

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

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

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

Before dad could continue teasing me mom insisted we had 
to leave for the play. I wished that I could thank dad 
for the compliments but thought that might cause some 
problems. Mom gave me one of her jackets and we headed 
for our car. 

Dad opened and held mom's door for her then smiled and 
did the same for me. I knew he was just fooling around 
but I smiled and thanked him anyway. I tucked my skirt 
beneath me as I sat down then swung my legs into the car 
the way mom had taught me. Dad's looked at me strangely 
then gently closed my door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dad looked at me quizzically then asked mom where I got 
the purse. Mom just brushed him off saying that she had 
meant to give it away but left it in the car. Dad seemed 
to believe her, at least he didn't ask any more 
questions.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One day after school I asked mom if she'd mind if I 
could get dressed up until dad came home from work. Mom 
was delighted that I'd want to get dressed up again. She 
told me to pick out something pretty and she'd do my 
hair again. I rushed to my room and began to get 
changed. I began searching my dresser drawer for just 
the right pair of panties to wear. 

It had been several weeks since the play and I felt like 
I just had to wear the prettiest panties I could find. 
That wasn't easy since mom had taken a lot of trouble to 
pick out my 'Special Occasion' panties and they were all 
beautiful. I finally decided on a pair of baby blue 
panties with a lace waistband. I picked out a pretty 
half slip that matched the color of my panties, a pair 
of white pantyhose, and one of my padded bras. I 
practically tore off the clothes I had worn to school 
and began to get dressed.

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

"I just can' t believe how easy it is to be a girl," I 
said offhandedly.

"Actually it's not that bad."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I told mom how I felt about dressing up and that I was 
afraid people would laugh at me. She said that no one 
needed to know that I liked to dress up like a girl. 
She's keep my dresses and stuff out of sight and only 
she and I would know where about them. With that settled 
my only problem was that it didn't seem right for me to 
wear girls clothes. 

Mom said that as long as I wasn't hurting anyone she 
really didn't see anything wrong. Then she looked at me 
and said that she and dad had always wanted to have two 
kids but after I was born they found that they couldn't 
have any more. Mom said that they wanted a boy and a 
girl but would never be able to have the girl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

Mom laughed and said she knew a place not far from the 
mall we had gone to.

She wondered how I'd handle attention from boys.

"Any boy in particular mom?" I asked.

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

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

Dad went out of town on Friday so when I got home from 
school I immediately changed into girls clothes. I spent 
the evening getting pointers on acting like a girl. I 
learned more about how to walk and do simple things in a 
feminine way. 

Mom taught me to sit down slowly and cross my legs even 
if I was wearing slacks. She said that was the way young 
ladies sat and she expected her daughter to act the same 
way. I soon realized that I had a lot to remember if I 
was to be a girl. It wouldn't be as easy as I thought 
since I never knew all of these things.

When it was time for bed I ran my bath water and while I 
was undressing added a little scented bath oil just for 
kicks. It was a great bath, so nice and warm. When I 
finished I felt very smooth and smelled so nice. I 
pulled on a pair of bright red panties I had picked out, 
they seemed pretty and I really felt like a girl in 
them. 

I slipped a pink flannel nightgown over my head and 
pulled it down around me. Ever since I had agreed to 
keep dressing as Kristen, mom had been picking up 
clothes for me whenever she had a chance. I had several 
pretty dresses, a couple of skirts and tops, two 
nightgowns and lingerie in every color of the rainbow.

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

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

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

We were at the skating rink before I knew it and it was 
too late to back out even if I wanted to. I was having a 
great time and thought I'd just relax and enjoy myself 
for now. Puppy love wasn't supposed to last and I'd be 
back at school on Monday as Mike. 

Why didn't that make me feel any better? Once inside I 
rented a pair of girls skates and began to look around. 
I didn't see anyone I knew which made me happy and sad. 
I was happy that no one from school was there, but sad 
that neither was Rick. I put on my skates and decided to 
make the most of it.

I did have a great time, I always did like to skate and 
when it came time for the first couple skate, a guy did 
ask me to skate with him. It felt just a little strange 
to be holding hands with a guy while we skated around 
but he was so sweet and friendly. 

He made me feel like I was special and was happy to hear 
anything I had to say. After the couple skate we sat and 
talked for a little while before he asked if we could 
skate together again. I smiled and agreed, he took my 
hand and we spent the rest of the afternoon skating 
together. At the end of the day he actually kissed me on 
the cheek. Good grief, my first kiss and it was from 
another boy. Now I was getting very confused.

When we got home that afternoon mom suggested that I put 
on something nice and we'd go somewhere for dinner. I 
traded my jeans in for a pretty brown suede skirt with a 
slip and stockings. 

I slipped on my brown pumps and mom and I were off for 
dinner at a small restaurant across town to avoid anyone 
recognizing me. We were waiting to be seated when a 
voice from behind us said, "I didn't expect to run into 
you here Nancy."

I was desperately hoping it was a mistake but I knew 
that voice -- it was Jim's mother. I had nowhere to hide 
and I was certain that Mrs. Wald would recognize me. Mom 
put her hand on my shoulder to turn me around. "Aren't 
you going to say hello to Mrs. Wald?" She asked. 

The last thing on this earth I wanted to do was to say 
hello to Jim's mother, but before I could resist mom had 
turned me around to face Mrs. Wald, Heather, and 
Heather's girlfriend. Mrs. Wald was smiling at me as 
were Heather and her friend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jim said that while he was admiring himself his sister 
walked in on them. Heather couldn't believe how pretty 
Jim looked and was delighted with her new 'sister'. He 
said that they spent the rest of that evening dressing 
him in different outfits and fixing his hair. He was 
thrilled with the attention he got and began wearing 
Heather's clothes whenever he got a chance. 

He had been going out with his mother and sister 
occasionally but this was his first big night out. He 
had picked out the clothes to wear and his mom had used 
a temporary hair rinse to change his hair color.

I thought he w as doing a terrific job of being a girl 
but he whispered that he was actually a little scared 
that someone might recognize him. That really made me 
laugh, I'd know Jim for years and I didn't even 
recognize him.

Jim and I were having a great time talking when his 
sister interrupted to tell us about an upcoming dance at 
the high school. It sounded like fun but our mothers 
didn't think we were ready to go to a dance as girls 
yet. 

I suggested that we could go roller skating together and 
that met with approval. We made plans to go the next 
afternoon and readily agreed to let Heather come too. It 
seemed like a good idea, spending an afternoon as 
girlfriends.

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

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

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

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

I told Jim the story of how I had reluctantly gone 
shopping as Kristen to get my jacket and had ended up 
leaving with an assortment of girls clothes. Jim said 
that Heather had suggested going shopping as Jill and he 
was only too happy to oblige. His mom and sister had 
picked out a pretty dress for him and fixed his hair. 

They spent an entire day picking out clothes they 
thought he'd look cute in and helping him try them on. 
Jim said it was the most fun he'd had since the play. It 
turns out that Jim was also wearing a slip and panties 
under his skirt for the play.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Put a pair of nylons on and try these on." She 
instructed me. "I think they'll fit and they'll look 
really nice with your dress." I reached into my drawer 
and took out a pair of tan stockings. I forced myself to 
slowly pull them up my legs to avoid snagging or ripping 
them. 

"Once I got them on I stepped into the shoes and found 
them to be a perfect fit. I was admiring myself in the 
mirror when Jim came back into the room. 

"You look terrific Kristen!" He exclaimed. "Your mom 
lent me a pair of shoes to match this dress too. How do 
I look?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jim and I looked at each other and grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

Jill returned my hug without hesitating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After all the pictures we reluctantly removed our 
clothes and cleaned our faces as mom had shown us. Jill 
put on a light orange baby doll nightie that just 
brushed her thighs. 

Underneath she had on a matching pair of panties that 
went with the nightie, with her pony tail she looked 
perfect for a girl her age. I selected a pink nylon 
nightgown with white lace at the arm holes and hem, it 
wasn't quite as cute as Jill's but I enjoyed the nylon 
more than cotton.

We laid in bed and talked about how much fun we had 
pretending to be girls and thought up different places 
we would like to go as Jill and Kristen. We both thought 
that it would be a blast to see what it would be like to 
go to school dressed as girls. 

We spent at least an hour dreaming up different outfits 
we'd wear to school, which boys we'd most like to date 
and how much fun we'd have. We finally wore ourselves 
out and drifted off to sleep thinking of skating with 
Jill's sister the next day.

When morning came Jill and I went downstairs for 
breakfast with mom. She was happy to see us in our 
nightgowns and complimented us on how cute we looked. 
Afterwards we went back to my room to change. Jill and I 
both pulled on a panty girdle to keep any bulges from 
showing then wiggled into tight jeans. 

After we put on our bras and tops we spent a few moments 
admiring our new shapes in the mirror. I loved the way I 
looked as a girl but kept wondering how dad would react 
to seeing me this way. I hoped he'd understand, but 
decided it was better not to find out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As we left we kept teasing Jill about her new boyfriend 
but she didn't seem to mind. She said that since she was 
pretending to be a girl anyway she might as well let 
this guy treat her like one. Heather tried to tease her 
by planning double dates as sisters but her mom made her 
stop. 

When I looked over at Jill she seemed to be lost in 
thought with a smile on her face. I suppose she was 
thinking of what it would be like to date as a girl. She 
was certainly pretty enough, even in jeans you'd have 
never thought you were looking at a boy.

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

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

Dad went out of town frequently on business trips and 
each time mom insisted that I spend the time as Kristen. 
Usually I didn't object but occasionally I had planned 
on going out as Mike. Mom refused to hear any 
complaints, insisting that it was my idea to wear girl's 
clothes in the first place. 

She was right but there were still times I wanted to be 
with my friends as a boy. Each time dad went out of town 
though I ended up in panties and dresses helping mom 
around the house like a good daughter.

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

Still I didn't complain too much since mom often took me 
to see the latest movies and we always stopped for 
dinner afterwards. Of course I was always dressed as 
Kristen but hey a good movie and dinner out afterwards 
were still appreciated. 

I figured that if she was willing to be so nice to me I 
could repay her by being her daughter for an afternoon, 
or an evening, or a weekend. Dad never questioned our 
outings and I never gave him details, what he didn't 
know couldn't hurt me right?

Even though dad didn't know about my dressing I still 
had problems with it. I admit that when I'm wearing 
girl's clothes I'm happy and having a great time yet 
after it was over I felt bad about wearing girl's 
clothes. I could just imagine what would happen if one 
of the guys from school found out about my dressing up. 
I'd never live it down. 

The guys were nice enough to me when I had to dress as a 
girl for the play, probably feeling sorry for me and 
happy it wasn't them. How would I ever explain wearing a 
dress now that the play was long over and forgotten?

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

I knew that I shouldn't be doing this, but I also knew 
that I just had to do it. Yes, I know that sounds 
strange but that's the only way I can explain my 
feelings. I was a boy and really did enjoy being a boy, 
I loved baseball and riding my mountain bike and 
checking out cute girls. 

I also knew that I really, really, loved the soft feel 
of panties and the tightness of my bra on my chest. When 
I put on a pretty dress and fixed my hair I was in 
heaven. Even though I tried to deny it I had a great 
time going shopping with mom as Kristen. I adored the 
feel of my nylon covered legs rubbing each other when I 
crossed them and the excitement of being accepted as a 
girl in the ladies' room.

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

I was sitting in front of her make-up mirror putting on 
my lipstick when I looked in the mirror and wanted to 
die. Dad was standing behind me with puzzled look 
watching me do my make-up. I wanted to run and hide, but 
there was nowhere to go. I just hung my head and waited 
for dad to chew me out.

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

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

Mom's cheery voice stopped abruptly as she turned the 
corner and saw dad standing there, "Hi honey." She said 
to dad as if nothing was wrong. "You're home early, 
what's up?"

Dad just looked at her then pointed to me. "Good 
question?" He replied. "Maybe you two can tell me. Let's 
start with why Mike here is all dolled up and who 
Kristen is?"

I spoke up before mom could say anything. "I'm Kristen 
dad," I replied sadly. "Please don't be mad at mom, it's 
my fault."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom stopped me before I could say anymore.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was no use, dad had heard and was headed for the 
steps to talk to Jim.

It only took a moment to know that as usual Jim was 
dressed as Jill.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, just to show you it's not a game I want you to 
dress up every day as soon as you come home from school. 
You'll spend every minute at home as Kristen, including 
weekends. When I come home from work I expect to see my 
daughter Kristen in a dress, stockings, and shoes. 

"That means no jeans or slacks of any kind. You'll dress 
exactly as any girl your age including the appropriate 
underwear. In addition, you're to act like and will be 
treated like a girl at all times. If you agree I promise 
not to say a word until I've thought this through, 
otherwise I'll stop all of your outside activities and 
tell your friends why."

I had to think about dad's condition for a moment. It 
had all been a big game of pretend up to now, but that 
was about to change. I wasn't sure how I'd feel about 
having to be Kristen whenever I was home.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just relax and everything will be fine sweetheart" He 
said in a soft voice.

"I promise not to be too hard on you."

With that he kissed me on the forehead then held me out 
at arm's length.

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

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

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

Turning to me he suddenly seemed worried.

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

I began to blush.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dad was quiet the rest of the way home seemingly lost in 
thought. He dropped mom and me off and said he was going 
for a ride to think things over. After a couple of hours 
he came back and saw me stretched out on the couch. He 
immediately told me that I couldn't expect to lay around 
like that with a dress on and made me sit up straight. 

I tried to tell him that it really didn't matter around 
the house but he reminded me that since I was dressed 
like a girl I'd better act like one. Not wanting to 
upset him further I apologized and sat up to watch 
television. I really wanted to prop my feet up on the 
coffee table in front of me but I was certain dad 
wouldn't view that as a very lady-like way to sit. This 
dressing up business was beginning to become a real 
nuisance.

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

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

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

If he wanted to go to the mall I'd wear something less 
dressy such as a denim skirt and top with a pair of 
socks and sneakers. While we were walking through the 
mall mom would often point out pretty outfits in the 
shop windows and ask what I thought of them. Once inside 
a store I would often find a dress that I gushed over 
and mom would insist that I try it on. 

I would try the dress on then ask dad what he thought of 
it often saying that I thought it was really "Cute" or 
"Adorable". Dad once tried to retaliate by pointing out 
some really frilly panties and slips and saying how nice 
I'd look in them. To his shock mom immediately bought 
them for me. He never tried that trick again.

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

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

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

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

*

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

First he showed me a really cute dress with a pink 
flowered skirt and cream colored top, The top and short 
sleeves were made of a sheer material and the trim 
around the end of the sleeves matched the pattern of the 
skirt. I fell in love with it the instant I saw it. 

I held the dress against me and stepped in front of the 
mirror to see how it would look. As I twirled from side 
to side I noticed dad's reflection in the mirror and 
suddenly remembered how I had gotten into this mess. 
When I began to put down the dress I noticed dad's face 
and to my surprise he was smiling. He seemed really 
pleased that I liked the dress so much but wanted to 
show me what else he bought for me. 

Next out of the bag was a cream colored full slip 
trimmed in lace at the top and hem. Along with it were 
several pairs of matching panties and padded bras. 
Everything looked so pretty that for a time I forgot all 
about being Mike. I sat the dress down, turned to dad, 
threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on the 
cheek.

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

Dad never flinched, he hugged me tight, kissed my 
forehead and told me how happy he was to have such a 
nice daughter. He laughed and put his arm around my 
waist saying that he still had a few more things to show 
me. He reached back into the bag and handed me several 
pairs of white stockings labeled "sheer and silky". He 
said that he thought they'd look nice with my new dress. 
Before I could thank him he handed me a small jewelry 
case. I fumbled with it for a moment before I got it 
open. 

Inside was a pair of pink clip on earrings and a gold 
chain. I quickly clipped my earrings on and as I removed 
the chain from the box I noticed that it was folded 
under the cardboard insert. Lifting the cardboard I saw 
that the chain had a charm on the end of it. The charm 
had gold lettering with a diamond in the center. As I 
read the lettering I could feel tears welling in my 
eyes, the lettering said "Daddy's Girl".

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

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

*

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

"Happy birthday!!" They shouted.

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

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

Dad nearly spit out his coffee from laughing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It took several hours but finally we had a sparkling 
clean house. Mom told me to shower and get ready for the 
party. I was to leave my hair damp since she wanted to 
use her hot rollers to make it look nice. I couldn't 
wait to have Jim see me in my new dress. It was so cute 
and it meant so much to me coming from dad. 

For a split second I wondered if Jim would be dressed up 
but then I came to my senses. Since it would only be our 
families here it was a sure bet that Jill would be 
coming instead of Jim.

I laid out one of the slip's and bra's that dad bought 
me on the bed along with a new pair of stockings and 
took a pair of the panties and a robe into the bathroom 
with me. After a quick shower and shampoo I dried myself 
off, slipped on my panties and robe and went to get 
dressed. 

I pulled on my stockings as gently as possible to avoid 
getting any runs in them then slipped on my bra and 
fastened it. Stepping into my new slip I stopped to 
admire myself in the mirror. My legs looked great 
peeking out from the lace at the end of my slip, the 
stockings somehow seemed to make them a little nicer.

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

Mom helped me into my dress and zipped it up for me. It 
was so nice and a perfect fit. I couldn't wait to get my 
hair done and let dad see me in my dress. Mom had to 
keep telling me to sit still as she rolled my hair 
saying that I'd have plenty of time to show off for dad. 
It took her a few minutes but she finished setting my 
hair and began to work on my face. 

I wanted her to fix me up like she did that night with 
Jill but she said that was entirely too much makeup for 
a girl my age. I'd have to settle for a little blush, 
lipstick, and eye shadow. I begged her to really go all 
out but she said that I'd be happy enough once she 
finished.  

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

The article was really interesting, I never really 
understood what girls liked in guys and now it was all 
clear. I figured this stuff would be really helpful to 
me in getting a date, what an edge I'd have on the other 
guys . After all I doubted if many of them ever read 
this kind of magazine. Of course the only reason I was 
reading it now was to pass the time while getting my 
hair done. 

It seemed really strange to be sitting here in a dress 
and girls' underwear, curlers in my hair, reading about 
what girls really liked in a guy and thinking how it 
could help me get a date with a girl. I figured though 
that I wasn't going to be dressed this way all the time 
and there were several girls in school I'd like to date 
so why not get a few pointers.

Mom came back a few minutes to take out my curlers and 
we talked about the article and my feelings. I told her 
that I felt really confused, I was having a really great 
time as Kristen but I still enjoyed doing things other 
guys did and I wanted to date girls. 

Mom held me and told me that she thought the best thing 
for me to do was to learn to enjoy being both Mike and 
Kristen. She said that I spent the last thirteen years 
as Mike so now I should enjoy being Kristen. I was lucky 
to see what girls went through and yet be a boy whenever 
I wanted, not many boys ever have that chance.

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

While I was worried about what I would do mom finished 
taking out my curlers and brushing my hair. She let me 
look at myself in the mirror and I got a kick out of 
seeing a pretty girl with a head full of loose curls 
staring at me. 

I gave mom a kiss and told her how great it looked. She 
didn't answer me but I could tell by her smile that she 
was happy to have the daughter she wanted. I stepped 
into a pair of white pumps, put on the necklace dad 
bought for me and headed downstairs for my party.

Jim and his family arrived several minutes later. 
Heather looked great in a denim skirt and white tank top 
but Jim was fantastic in a silky, cream colored romper 
with tiny pink and blue flowers all over it, a pair of 
white stockings and pink open toed sandals. 

His shoes were a perfect match for his outfit and to top 
it off my sandy haired friend was now a blonde. His hair 
wasn't quite as long as mine but it was styled in soft 
waves with bangs just above his eyebrows. 

He wore light pink lipstick, foundation, pink eye 
shadow, and just a touch of blush. If I hadn't known 
that this was a boy I could have never guessed, he was 
the kind of girl that made boys act stupid.

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

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

We hurried off to my room complimenting each other's 
outfits as we went. I still couldn't believe how pretty 
Jim was, his outfit gave him a figure any girl our age 
would kill for. and he looked great with blond hair. He 
said that his mom had used a special hair coloring that 
would wash right out to give him a different look. We 
decided to see how we'd look in each other's outfit so 
Jim took off his romper and gave it to me while I 
removed my dress and slip and gave them to him. The 
romper felt great when I got it all buttoned up, very 
smooth and silky. I made a note to ask mom to buy me one 
too. 

Jim of course was just as pretty in my dress, once again 
looking like a teenage boys dream come true. We finally 
had to switch back when our parents called us 
downstairs. I hated to take off the pretty romper but I 
felt better after I put my slip and dress back on.

Downstairs we had some cake and ice cream and then 
opened the gift from Jim's family. They had bought me 
two rompers like Jim's in pink and blue, Jim said that 
they picked the colors so I could feel like a girl in 
pink or a boy in blue. 

I told them that there was a fat chance of feeling like 
a boy in one of these. I couldn't wait to wear one of 
them but I still had no idea what dad was going to do 
about me. He never said a word when I held up my 
presents, just sort of nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aunt Barb came over and gave me a hug.

"Happy Birthday Kristen. You look great."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dad was kind enough to bring me up to speed.

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

Aunt Barb gently turned me to face her.

"Kris," She said soothingly. "For the next three months 
you'll be my niece. Everything you do you'll do as 
Kristen. You won't have a single item of boys clothes to 
wear even if you wanted to."

Cindy broke in excitedly, "I've always wanted a little 
sister Kris and now I'll have one. I'm going to teach 
you all about being a girl."

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

"Hold out your hands!" Cindy ordered.

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

"Which do you think looks better?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cindy gave me a big hug. "Trust me Kris, you're going to 
love being a girl."

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

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

"Well I guess so," I said cautiously.

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

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

I finished opening the rest of mom and dad's gifts and 
picked up a box from Cindy. Sorting through the pretty 
wrapping paper and ribbon I opened the box and found 
myself to be the owner of a pink sundress with a white 
ruffle at the hem and neckline. 

The dress had two thin shoulder straps to hold it up, a 
flared skirt, and absolutely screamed "GIRL." Sure I 
know that dresses are strictly for girls but there are 
dresses and there are dresses, and then of course there 
was this dress.

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

"I take it you approve?" Cindy asked.

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

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

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

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

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

"No chance!" Dad blurted out.

"I suppose I can wait," I said as if I was really hoping 
to wear it to school. "It won't be easy but I'll wait."

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

I opened more boxes to find some new panties, bras, and 
slips which were every bit as nice as the ones dad 
bought for me. Just to make sure I had a need for them I 
also got several new dresses as well as skirts and 
blouses. 

After opening the last box I looked over my new wardrobe 
of skirts, dresses, shorts, jeans, and lingerie. I was 
positive I had everything a girl could possibly need and 
far more than a boy should ever have.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aunt Barb smiled and handed me one last package.

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

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

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

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

Mom handed me the bathing suit and told me to go to my 
room and try it on.

Cindy volunteered to help me with the bathing suit but I 
turned her down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You make one cute girl Kris," he said appreciatively.

Mom threw her arms around me and began to cry.

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

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

"Thanks mom," I replied. "At least I'll look good 
enough, that's one thing I won't have to worry about."

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

I was allowed to go back and change out of my swimsuit 
before I would hear what was going to happen this 
summer. I asked Cindy if she'd like to come along and 
talk as I got changed and she happily agreed. 

We talked and laughed as I put on the shorts set I had 
just gotten. I dug in the back of my closet and pulled 
out the photo album mom had made for me. Cindy agreed 
that the gown I had worn looked great on me and raved 
about the way mom had done my hair and makeup. 

When we got to pictures of me and Jim I told her how we 
had each decided we liked wearing girl's clothes but had 
never told the other. She thought the story of how 
Kristen and Jill met was the funniest thing she'd ever 
heard. By then our families were getting impatient 
waiting for us so I pulled on a pair of pink socks to 
match my top, slipped on my sneakers and went downstairs 
to hear my fate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dance, with another boy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I ran into Jim on my way to school and filled him in on 
what had happened last night. Jim thought I was so lucky 
to have to spend my summer vacation as a girl. He was 
going on a one week vacation with his family as Jill but 
didn't think he'd have as much fun as I would. 

I tried telling him that after his week he could play 
baseball and do anything else he wanted but I had to do 
whatever fourteen year old girls did. Jim still thought 
I had the better deal.

I began paying a lot more attention to the girls in my 
class hoping that I could pick up a few pointers to make 
me a better girl. Whenever I could I watched the way 
they walked, sat and stood. Actually it was really 
interesting, I noticed things I 'd never noticed before. 

Girls were really different from guys and not in just 
the obvious ways. They had a whole different way of 
moving that guys didn't have. They sat differently than 
guys even if they weren't wearing skirts and when they 
were just standing around they did that differently too. 
I knew that I had a lot to learn and I had better learn 
it well or people would notice something different about 
me.

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

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

Inside was a complete nail care kit. Mom decided that I 
should get into the habit of taking care of my nails so 
that they looked nice. She sat down with me and showed 
me how to file and buff them to smooth any rough spots. 

Not only would this make them prettier she explained but 
there'd be less of a chance of snagging my stockings 
when I put them on. So every night after my bath I would 
sit down and make sure my nails were okay. I also had to 
learn how to apply the nail polish that came with the 
kit. Unfortunately I had to take it off before going to 
bed. I couldn't show up for school with nail polish on.

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

The two weeks flew by and school was finally over. All 
the kids were laughing and cheering, happy to see the 
start of summer vacation. I was laughing and carrying on 
with the others even though I was scared half to death. 

I said goodbye to Jim and promised to keep in touch as I 
walked up to my front door. As I entered the house I 
realized that the next time I walked out the door it 
would be as a girl but I felt strangely happy. I could 
have stopped this whole thing after getting that jacket 
but I didn't want to. No one had forced me to wear 
girl's clothes, I was the one who asked mom if I could.

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

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

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

Mom was thrilled with the way I looked and complimented 
me several times.

She handed me a pair of blue clip on earrings and helped 
me get them on. Looking at myself in the mirror I 
thought the earrings added a really nice touch to my 
outfit and told mom.

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

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

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

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

Since mom had already packed my nail kit she let me go 
into her room and use her things. I checked my nails 
over very carefully for any rough spots then applied a 
coat of light pink polish to them. I took my time since 
I was still a little new to doing this but when I 
finished I knew they were just right. 

Mom let me sit and read a magazine while they dried 
saying that she didn't want me to mess them up helping 
set the table. I sat down with my magazine and checked 
out the newest summer fashions.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah," Dad said. "Imagine."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aunt Barb just laughed at my predicament.

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

I had no choice but to sit there while my aunt colored 
and curled my hair.

I told them to do their worst and they were certainly 
trying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After about an hour they returned and turned the dryer 
off. Aunt Barb removed the hood and began to check to 
see if my hair was completely dry yet. Apparently it was 
because she began to take out my curlers. 

When the last curler was out she then took a brush and 
began to style my hair. She parted it just a little bit 
back from my forehead and began to brush that section 
back and towards the sides. When she finished that she 
brushed the front section, fluffed it up and brushed it 
over my forehead.

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

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

Dad smiled at me. "You're a beautiful young lady now 
Kris. Absolutely beautiful."

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

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

I was thrilled at how I looked. I had really pretty dark 
red, wavy hair that went past my collar in the back with 
curly bangs in front. My eyebrows and lashes were a 
little lighter than my hair but nowhere near what they 
used to be. As a matter of fact my eyebrows were now 
thin and arched, my lashed looked longer and curled 
upward. I was now one of the prettiest girls I had ever 
seen.

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

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

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

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

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

"Allow me Miss," he said as he carried them out to the 
car.

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

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

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

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

"I love you dad."

"I love you too Kris."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh no, why Aunt Barb?"

That's when she blew my cover.

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

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

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

Cindy squealer excitedly. "Did he kiss you on the lips, 
did you like, did you kiss him back?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Me too." I chimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"See you later," he called after us.

Before Cindy could reply he added, "Nite Kristen."

I turned and smiled. "Bye, it was nice meeting you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cindy howled with laughter.

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

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

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

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

I ran my bath water while putting my clothes away then 
went into the bathroom to undress. I had just gotten 
settled into a warm bubble bath when the door opened and 
Cindy walked in.

"Relax Kris," She said, noticing my obvious concern. 
"We're both girls remember."

She then handed me a pink plastic razor and began to 
show me how to shave my legs and underarms. Even though 
she acted as if there was nothing to be upset about I 
found it really tough to relax while she demonstrated on 
my right leg. Cindy lathered my leg up with soap then 
began to run the razor up and down my outstretched leg I 
figured she'd stop at the knee since the rest was 
underwater but she had other plans.

"Stand up so I can get the rest of you," she said as if 
she were talking to a little kid.

"Are you nuts."

"Come on Kris, quit fooling around. You have to learn 
how this is done."

Cindy said, losing patience with my modesty.

Feeling very silly I slowly stood up out of the 
protective bubbles.

Cindy never even batted an eye, she kept talking about 
what she was doing as she shaved all the way up to my 
waist.

"Okay Kris, now raise your arm."

I raised my arm and Cindy lathered my underarm and ran 
the razor over me a few more times.

"Think you've got it Kris?"

"Yeah Cindy, sure," I said. I would have said anything 
to get rid of her.

"Okay then, do a good job. Let me know if you need help, 
I'll be back to check when you're done."

Cindy finally left the room and I began to shave my left 
leg. I lathered it up just as Cindy had done and 
carefully ran the razor up and down my leg. It wasn't 
easy getting around the back but with a bit of twisting 
and turning I managed to shave everywhere.

I just laid back down in the bubbles to relax and admire 
my smooth legs when once again the door opened and Cindy 
came in.

"Don't you ever knock?" I asked sarcastically.

"Not for my little sister." She quickly replied. "Now 
stand up and let me see how well you've done."

Sighing, I stood up and waited while Cindy examined me.

"Very good Kris," she said. "Just one more thing and 
you're done."

She handed me a pair of sharp hair cutting scissors and 
told me to trim my pubic hair down about an inch or so. 
After I trimmed it I was to lather the area and shave 
the stubble that remained.

"You want to look good in your bikini don't you?"

I had forgotten about my bikini, I definitely wanted to 
look good in that. I took the scissors from Cindy and 
while she was standing there began to trim my pubic 
hair. I trimmed it as low as she thought would be needed 
for my bikini and trimmed the sides to prevent anything 
from peeking out. After I finished with my razor Cindy 
said that I was done and offered me a towel as I stepped 
out of the tub.

She showed me how to pat the shaved sections dry instead 
of rubbing them then helped me apply some baby oil to 
keep me smooth. She handed me a pink nylon nightgown and 
helped me pull it over my head. I looked down and found 
that it barely reached my thighs.

"Isn't this a little short?" I asked.

Cindy just giggled as she handed me a pair of matching 
nylon panties with rows of lace around the back. I 
pulled them on and was thrilled at how silky they felt.

"Come on Kris," Cindy said as she left. "I've got a 
surprise for you."

I followed Cindy into her bedroom as she closed the 
door. She began to take off her jeans and top but I was 
determined to stay put. After all, she said we we're 
both girls right.

Cindy took of her top and jeans, then asked me to unhook 
her bra. I was a little surprised but did as she asked. 
She then pulled off her panties, reached into a drawer 
and took out a yellow nightgown just like the one I 
wore. She pulled it on and stepped into the matching 
panties. Looking at ourselves in the mirror we both 
broke into a giggling fit.

"Wonder what that guy in the store would say about you 
now?" Giggled Cindy.

"I hope he'd like what he sees," I shot back.

We went downstairs to show Cindy's mom our matching 
outfits.

Aunt Barb told us we made cute sisters in our nightgowns 
and suggested that we dress alike more often. It seemed 
like fun so Cindy and I agreed to give it a try 
sometime.

Aunt Barb suggested that we get to bed since tomorrow 
would be the first full day of learning to be a girl and 
she wanted me to be wide awake for it. I gave her a 
goodnight kiss and told her how anxious I was to be a 
girl.

Back in my room I sat down on my bed and began to run my 
hands over my legs. I didn't have a lot of hair to begin 
with but what little I had was gone now. My legs felt 
very smooth and soft after shaving and the baby oil. As 
I laid down and covered up I knew without any doubt that 
I was going to enjoy being a girl.

It took a few moments for me to figure out where I was 
the next morning. After all I wasn't used to finding 
myself in a frilly canopy bed wearing a nightgown and 
panties.

After a quick trip to the bathroom I went down to have 
breakfast with Aunt Barb and Cindy, Cindy of course wore 
a nightgown that matched mine but my aunt was wearing a 
short one that showed her panties as she prepared 
breakfast. I guess it was rather obvious to Cindy what I 
was looking at because she began to giggle.

I thought my aunt would be mad at me but she just 
laughed.

"You'll get used to it soon Kris," she said. "After all 
you're a girl now too."

Cindy gave a playful shot to the ribs.

"I can't wait to see what the guys think of you Kris," 
she laughed. "You're going to attract a lot of attention 
you know."

I thought back to the mall and roller skating and 
realized that Cindy was probably right. I was pretty 
enough as a girl to interest other boys but was that 
something good? After all I was still a boy regardless 
of how I looked.

"That's what worries me." I replied. "What am I supposed 
to do if a boy wants to go out with me?"

"I've already talked to your folks about that Kris. 
You'll be allowed to go to dances and things like that 
with other girls or double date with Cindy. No going out 
alone though, you're too young yet."

I almost fell out of my chair. I meant how could I avoid 
boys asking for dates and my family had already 
established ground rules for my going out with them.

"But I can't go out with other boys!" I exclaimed. 
"Besides I don't want to date boys."

Cindy looked at me as if I had just insulted her.

"There's no way you're going to ask any girl for a date 
as long as you're here. I'm not about to have the other 
kids think there's something wrong with me."

"I thought your parents and I made everything clear to 
you last night," my aunt replied angrily. "You're a girl 
now and you're going to be a girl for the summer. That 
means completely living as a girl so you'd better get 
any thoughts of dating girls out of your mind right now 
young lady."

I was so upset by Aunt Barb's outburst that I began to 
cry. Cindy pulled her chair close to mine and put her 
arms around my shoulder.

"Please don't cry Kris," she said soothingly. "Every 
thing's going to be okay."

"Sure, that's easy for you to say," I sobbed. "Your 
life's not being turned upside down. What if you had to 
be a boy?"

"I doubt I'd like that but if I had to I'm sure I'd make 
do somehow. I enjoy being a girl though, and once you 
relax you'll see how much nicer it is to be a girl."

Aunt Barb handed me a Kleenex to dry my tears.

"Your parents thought they were doing you a favor Kris, 
they thought you'd enjoy being able to wear pretty 
clothes and live like a real girl."

"I just enjoyed pretending to be a girl once in a while, 
I never really wanted to be one."

"Well it wouldn't be fair for you to think that all 
there was to being a girl was wearing pretty outfits. 
Now you're going to get a chance to really experience 
life as a girl."

I could see that there was no way for me to win this 
argument. If only I hadn't been so willing to let mom 
dress me up and pretend I was her daughter. It had been 
a lot of fun but now I had to become a girl and I was 
scared out of my wits.

"What's going to happen to me?" I asked timidly. "How 
bad is it going to get?"

Aunt Barb smiled as she sat next to me.

"It's not going to be bad at all Kris. Actually I think 
you'll really enjoy yourself once you forget about being 
a boy.

"Yeah Kris," said Cindy. "You're going to have a blast 
as a girl. You're pretty and thin enough to wear some 
really cute outfits."

"Cindy and I are going to smooth out any rough points 
that you might have and soon you'll be a lovely young 
woman," Aunt Barb said. "You'll do absolutely everything 
Cindy does, housework and running errands for me. In a 
little while everyone will get to know my pretty niece."

"Once everything's done around the house we can hang out 
at the mall or the swimming pool." Cindy added. "And of 
course there's always Friday evenings."

I didn't need to be reminded about Friday evenings, that 
was what had started the argument in the first place.

"Do I have to go to the dances?" I asked. "I'd feel 
really strange if another guy wants to dance with me."

"You don't have to if you don't want to," my aunt 
replied. "But I'll bet that if you went to just one 
you'd beg to go back."

"Remember the guy you met last night?" Cindy asked 
coyly. "I happen to know that he goes to all the 
dances."

"So what if he does, what are you trying to say?"

Cindy laughed. "Only that he seemed to think you were 
cute. Remember how he said goodbye to you?"

I began to blush remembering how he had ignored Cindy to 
specifically say good bye to me.

"Just come with me Friday," Cindy pleaded. "If you don't 
like it I'll never ask you again."

Trying to be a good sport I agreed and Cindy immediately 
threw her arms around me and hugged me. It felt nice to 
make her happy and it was only one dance.

After breakfast Cindy and I went back to our rooms to 
get dressed. I was picking out a dress to wear as I was 
told to do when Cindy walked in wearing only a bra and 
panties.

"Need any help Kris?" She asked cheerfully.

I had to work hard to avoid looking at Cindy but managed 
to ask her help in picking a dress. We finally decided 
on a pretty blue and white striped one with short puffed 
sleeves. Cindy made no effort to leave while I changed 
into a pair of panties and a bra. I chose a full white 
slip which Cindy thought was adorable and after slipping 
it on began to pull on my pantyhose.

"You're pretty good at getting dressed!" Cindy 
exclaimed. "Are you as good at acting like a girl?"

"That guy last night didn't seem to have any problems 
with me." I said with a smile. "What do you think?"

Cindy looked me up and down before replying.

"I think you're going to be the cutest, sweetest, little 
sister any girl could want."

That really made me feel great. If I had to be a girl 
then I wanted to be Cindy's sister, what more could any 
girl ask for?

"Thanks Cindy, you're really sweet. I'm thrilled to be 
your little sister."

Cindy helped me zip up my dress and after I slipped on a 
pair of pumps we went back to her room while she 
dressed.

It still felt odd for me to be sitting there watching a 
girl get dressed but like I was told - we were all girls 
here.

When Cindy was done we went downstairs to start my 
lessons in being a girl. My aunt had me walk across the 
room several times, turning and stopping to pick things 
up. 

Next I had to sit down, cross my legs or sit with my 
knees together. One of the hardest lessons was picking 
up small, flat objects - my new fingernails kept getting 
in the way. Cindy and her mom showed me how to get under 
things with my nails making it so much simpler to lift 
things. It was amazing the things that a girl did 
differently, I really began to have fun learning to do 
everyday things the way a girl would.

Cindy and her mom were very pleased with how quickly I 
learned things, I suppose it was because I had so much 
practice at home with mom. The one thing I did have 
problems with though, was keeping my shoulders held 
back, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't seem to get 
the hang of it.

Finally my aunt gave up, glancing at Cindy she told her 
to get what I'd need. Cindy left the room in a rush and 
was giggling hysterically when she returned.

"What's so funny?" I asked hesitantly.

"These are." She laughed as she brought her hands from 
behind her back.

"You're going to have boobs."

I stared open mouthed as Cindy handed her mom a pair of 
realistic looking breasts.

"Quit staring and unzip your dress," laughed my aunt. "I 
want to see how you'll walk with these in your bra."

Before I could move Cindy was already pulling my zipper 
down. I slipped it off my shoulders and pulled down the 
straps on my slip. Aunt Barb gently pulled the cups of 
my bra away from my chest and inserted a breast form in 
each cup. As I pulled my slip and dress back up I 
noticed the difference in weight on my chest pulling me 
forward. I automatically pulled my shoulders back to 
stop the feeling that I was falling on my face.

"Good girl!" exclaimed my Aunt. "That's exactly what I 
wanted."

I kept glancing down at the bulges in my dress, 
wondering how hard it would be to get used to them yet 
delighted to have them.

" Neat, I look like a real girl with these," I said 
excitedly.

"You looked like a real girl all along Kris," said my 
aunt. "Those will help you walk and even feel like one 
though."

"How do you like them Kris?" Asked Cindy.

"They're going to take a little getting used to but I 
love them."

"You'll get used to them soon enough, you'll be wearing 
them under all your outfits," said my aunt. "You can 
even wear them swimming."

With my new breasts I was able to stand and walk exactly 
the way I was supposed to and we quickly finished my 
training for that afternoon. I was looking forward to 
tomorrow when my Cindy was going to teach me how to set 
my hair and use makeup. Now though my aunt wanted me to 
go to the grocery store and pick up a few things for 
her. I put the money in my purse and set off on my 
adventure.

As I walked to the store I passed several of my aunts 
neighbors. They were all very sweet, smiling and 
treating me as though there was nothing wrong. It really 
gave myself confidence a boost to have these strangers 
accept me as a girl. I smiled back, held my head high, 
my shoulders back and enjoyed being a girl.

Once I got to the store I picked out the items I was 
sent for then decided to spend a few moments browsing 
through the makeup and stockings. I had always wanted to 
be able to look at the different types of makeup and 
stockings but as a boy I didn't dare spend an 
unnecessary moment in this section for fear someone 
might notice me. Now however I could spend as much time 
as I pleased and no one would care.

When I finally finished the shopping I walked home 
dreaming of being able to go into a store and pick out 
some stockings or makeup all by myself. I was so 
involved in my dreaming that I didn't notice the group 
of boys playing catch in the park. I didn't notice them 
however until I passed them and suddenly heard a whistle 
ring out. 

I turned towards the sound an found all three boys 
staring at me, one in particular had a silly grin on his 
face. I wasn't sure what to do and I suppose I was kind 
of flattered so I looked back and smile at him. He 
immediately broke into a huge smile, grasped his chest 
and collapsed screaming "I'm in love".

I continued walking to avoid any problems but there was 
a spring to my step that hadn't been there seconds 
earlier.

I didn't mention this to my aunt when I got back, for 
now this would be my little secret. Cindy had already 
left for work at the local burger joint so Aunt Barb 
suggested that we go shopping to continue my training. 
She was going to give me a quick course on fabrics and 
outfit coordination while we picked out some new outfits 
for me.

I half heartedly protested buying any more clothes 
because of the cost, but my aunt said that dad had 
insisted I have every conceivable outfit a girl could 
have. Well since dad insisted who was I to argue, right?

Along the way Aunt Barb told me that the most important 
thing to learn about being a girl was to express my 
emotions. Not just if I was upset or happy but to 
express them about everything I came into contact with. 
She told me that a boy would describe the way something 
looked but a girl would describe how she felt about how 
it looked. A shirt was not yellow to a girl, it was a 
bright, cheerful, yellow. A red dress was a warm, 
romantic red and so forth. 

In the half hour it took to get to the mall I practiced 
describing thing I saw along the way. It proved to be 
very much fun with gorgeous, jade green cars and a 
breath taking sunset tinged in warm shades of orange, 
yellow and maroon.

Aunt Barb showed me many different outfits and pointed 
out the features unique to each such as a scoop 
neckline, A-line skirt, flip skirts, flouncing, eyelet 
trim, and princess waistlines. After showing me several 
different styles and explaining them I had to point out 
the features on outfits I saw. After doing this in 
several stores we got down to the serious business of my 
wardrobe.

Aunt Barb introduced me body suits while we were 
shopping and once I tried one on with a pair of low-
waisted jeans I was hooked. Suddenly I had a figure any 
girl my age would be proud of. It seemed to emphasize my 
breasts while hugging my sides to give me curves I never 
knew I had before. The snap crotch worked with my girdle 
to allow me to squeeze into a pair of tight jeans that 
thrust my butt prominently outward. 

As I zipped up the jeans I noticed that because of how 
tight they were I now had the familiar crotch that I 
admired on the girls at school. I was completely a girl 
in this outfit and I just knew I had to have it.

I begged Aunt Barb to let me buy it on the spot but she 
insisted I try a few more outfits on first. She handed 
me another body suit, this one a beautiful peach shade 
with a delicate lace scalloping along the scooped 
neckline. Before I could try it on she purchased a low 
cut bra for me and had me put it on. 

I quickly removed the bra I had on and replaced it with 
the new one carefully inserting my fake breasts into its 
cups. I slipped on the body suit, fastened the crotch 
and pulled up my jeans. When I came out to show my aunt 
how I looked even she was stunned.

"I never noticed this before Kris but you actually seem 
to have cleavage."

She said as she stared at my chest.

Standing me in front of a mirror she had me look take a 
look at myself.

I saw it immediately, the body suit being lower cut than 
the other one allowed a section of my chest to show 
where a girls bust line would have begun. There to my 
shock was what every fourteen year old boy dreams of 
getting a glimpse of - the tops of a girls breasts. It 
definitely shocked me, yet deep inside I liked what I 
saw.

"Good grief. Where did they come from?" I asked.

"It must be that bra." My aunt said. "It's a little 
different style and probably pulls together the loose 
skin on your chest. I guess that's not a good style for 
you, take it off and I'll find something else."

"Aunt Barb," I murmured. "I sort of like it, can I keep 
it?"

"I'm sorry Kris, I wasn't paying attention. What was it 
you said?"

Summoning all the courage I had I looked at my aunt and 
repeated myself. I was expecting the worst, after all 
this was all in fun, why would I want something that 
made me look like I had real breasts?

Instead of laughing at me my aunt just smiled and asked 
if I thought one would be enough. I smiled and told her 
I thought I should have two or three just in case. 
Without another word she picked out two more of the same 
style and placed them in our cart. I couldn't wait to 
get a chance to wear one, maybe that dance on Friday?

I still had many more outfits to try on and describe of 
my aunt but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't get the 
image o my breasts out of my mind, I had to show Cindy 
and see what she thought.

After we bought every outfit I said I really liked we 
went shopping in a small jewelry store where I bought 
several necklaces and bracelets for myself. I was having 
a wonderful time picking out some really cute earrings 
when my aunt asked me to sit down in a chair. I was busy 
comparing several different sets of earrings trying to 
make a decision and without any thought sat down where I 
was told. 

A few moments later I felt a twinge of pain in each 
earlobe and looked up to see my aunt holding a mirror in 
front of me. Looking in the mirror I saw that I now had 
two small golden globes attached to my ears.

"Well Kris, what do you think? Now you'll be a able to 
wear pierced earrings."

I was speechless as my aunt paid for the ear piercing 
and several pairs of earrings for me. When we got out to 
the mall I asked her how she could have done that to me.

"Relax Kris, You'll see how much nicer they are than 
clip-on's and the pain will go away in a few minutes."

"But how do I go back to school in the fall with pierced 
ears?" I Asked somewhat dismayed.

My aunt shrugged off my concern telling me that we'd 
think of something, in the meantime I should enjoy 
wearing pretty earrings.

I was worried that things were moving a little too fast 
for me. I mean seeing myself with cleavage was one thing 
but now pierced ears? How far did my aunt intend to take 
me?

All the way home I kept pretty quiet wondering my 
cleavage and what I was going to do with my ears. I was 
able to accept my aunts explanation of my cleavage and 
after a few minutes I even found myself happy to have 
pierced ears. After all now I could go out and buy that 
really adorable pair of jade green earrings I had 
admired. I also wanted to pick up some pink ice earrings 
and a matching necklace which I thought would look so 
nice with my pink dress.

*

The rest of the week was pretty quiet, I spent some time 
every day with my aunt learning more about how to act 
like a girl and of course running an errands she needed 
run. I spent my free time sunbathing in the backyard in 
my bikini and talking with Cindy. Once I told Cindy 
about how I looked in my new bra she began to experiment 
with me. We soon discovered that my hooking my bras on 
the tightest setting I looked for all the world like a 
real girl. 

It was a short step from my bras to my bikini top which 
generated a lot of interest from guys at the pool. The 
trips to the local pool were always a lot of fun, I met 
a few other girls my age and made some new friends. By 
the end of the week I had a pretty nice tan going and 
was beginning to feel very relaxed and at ease as a 
girl. Before I knew it Friday was here and I had a dance 
to go to that evening.

I was a nervous wreck on Friday, I'd never been to a 
dance before let alone as a girl. Cindy kept talking to 
me throughout the day giving me pointers on how to act 
around boys. I kept telling myself that no boy would 
ever ask me to dance, after all there would be plenty of 
pretty REAL girls there, I could just stand around and 
watch.

With only a few hours left to go I took a shower and 
shaved my legs and underarms again. I had shaved them 
just the night before but I wanted to make sure 
everything was right. After I dried myself off I wrapped 
a towel around my hair, slipped on my robe and panties 
and went back to my room to get ready. I pulled out my 
curlers and set my hair so that it would have time to 
dry then started work on my nails.

I chose a light pink polish because I thought it would 
best match my dress and earrings and carefully applied 
several coats to my finger and toe nails. After about a 
half hour of putting it on, taking it back off, and 
putting it on again I was finally satisfied with the way 
they looked. I knew that I'd have to wait my nails dried 
before I could finish dressing or do my makeup so I 
grabbed one of my fashion magazines and sat back to wait 
it out.

Finally my nails were dry and I could finish dressing. I 
pulled on a pair of white pantyhose and after making 
sure my new bra was hooked as tightly as possible I 
turned it around, slipped my arms into the straps and 
inserted the breast forms. 

Once again I saw the developing breasts of a young girl 
peeking out from the bra and I was just as thrilled to 
see the way I looked as I was at the mall. I pulled on a 
panty girdle to make sure no bulges would show in the 
front of my dress and also because it gave me a nice 
looking butt. 

I stepped into a pink half slip and pulled my dress over 
my curlers. I figured I'd wait and have Cindy zip me up, 
meantime I set to work on my hair. I gently took out the 
curlers and worked my hair in to a style I had practiced 
during the week. Next I put on a little bit of makeup, a 
light coral lipstick that looked great with my hair 
color and just a touch of pink on my eyelids. I put on 
my new pink earrings, my necklace from dad, a bracelet 
and a delicate little ankle chain before stepping into 
my white pumps to find Cindy.

After she zipped me up Cindy checked me out to make sure 
I looked just right for the dance. She kept 
complimenting me on how nice I looked and what a great 
job I had done putting an outfit together. When she 
asked me if I was ready for my first dance I shrugged 
and said that I was as ready as I'd ever be.

I really wanted to tell her that I was really looking 
forward to the dance, my girlfriends and I had talked 
about nothing but the dance all week. We spent hours 
talking about what we were going to wear and what guys 
we wanted to dance with and how we could get them to ask 
us. I found myself caught up in the conversation and 
when asked about who I'd most like to dance with I 
mentioned the guy who had whistled at me.

The girls pestered me unmercifully until I agreed to 
tell them the story about how a boy had whistled at me. 
I tried to keep things as simple as I could but the 
others wanted to know more about what he looked like, 
whether I thought he was cute and if I minded being 
whistled at. Since it was just my friends I told them 
what the boy looked like, yes I did think he was cute 
and that I really liked being whistled at. I guess the 
smile on my face told them that I thought this guy was 
more than cute and in a few moments I found myself 
calling him "Dreamy".

Imagine, me a fourteen year old boy calling another boy 
dreamy.

"Well what the heck," I thought to myself, "He really 
was dreamy. I mean he had the cutest smile, pretty light 
brown hair that didn't seem to want to stay down in the 
back, a tan to die for and best of all he thought I was 
pretty.

Cindy broke into my daydream and asked me to zip her 
dress up for her.

"Anyone special you're hoping to see tonight little 
sister? She asked.

"No, no one in particular Cindy," I said. "I'm just 
going to be nice to you."

"Yeah, right," she shot back. "Just remember I'm going 
to be keeping an eye on you tonight so don't even think 
of sneaking off with some boy."

Before I could say anything she winked at me. "Unless of 
course he's got an older brother for me."

We broke up laughing and hugged each other.

"You're really sweet Kris," Cindy said. "I'm really glad 
you decided to let me and mom make you into a girl."

I paused for a second.

"That's what kind of bothers me Cindy," I said. "I've 
only been a girl for a week now and I think of myself 
more and more as a girl."

"Yeah, so what's the problem little sister, You are a 
girl remember?"

"No Cindy, I'm a boy remember," I shot back. "I'm a boy 
who looks like a pretty girl but I'm still a boy. When 
summer's over I go back to being a normal boy again."

Cindy just laughed. "That's going to be some trick. 
You're a much better girl than you ever were a boy."

"Tell me about it." I exclaimed. "If things keep going 
the way they are I'll be more girl than boy by the time 
summer's through. Then what?"

"We'll figure it out then Kris." She said off handedly. 
"Until then you have to be a girl so enjoy yourself."

"Believe me," I grinned. "I am, I really am."

Cindy finished dressing and we took off for the dance. 
When we got there I saw my girlfriends waiting and ran 
to join them. We spent a few minutes looking over each 
other's outfits then went into the dance.

Inside it was a lot like the one or two dances I had 
gone to during school, the boys all grouped together on 
one side and the girls on the other. Since none of the 
boys seemed to want to dance my friends and I went out 
and started dancing by ourselves. I was having a lot of 
fun, dancing as a girl meant that I could just relax and 
have fun I didn't have to worry about what anyone else 
thought about me since the other girls were doing the 
same thing I was doing.

I danced to every song that the band played and loved 
it. Soon however they announced a slow song for couples 
and my friends and I reluctantly headed off the floor. 
Before I made it back to the safety of my friends 
however a boy stepped in front of me and smiled.

"Hi," he said happily. "I just stopped by to tell you 
that I'm in love with you."

"Excuse me?" I said, unsure of what I heard.

The boy looked at me and said, "Since I'm in love with 
you I thought you'd at least dance with me."

Just then we stepped into the light and I saw that the 
boy was the same one who had whistled at me.

"Well," I said giving him what I hoped was a heart 
breaking smile, "Since you do love me I suppose it's 
okay to dance with you."

Taking me by the hand he led me back onto the dance 
floor. He introduced himself as Tom as he put his arm 
around my waist.

I didn't even try to protest as he pulled me close. I 
was experiencing feelings that I'd never know before. 
Yes I know I had a mini date with a boy at the mall and 
had skated with and even been kissed by a guy before but 
Tom was different. For one thing he was so much cuter 
than the other two guys and he seemed to have a way to 
make me laugh and feel relaxed. And this all within a 
few short minutes.

My dancing lessons with my aunt proved really helpful as 
Tom led me round the floor. He held one of my hands in 
his while I held the other one against his chest. He 
seemed to be really excited about dancing with me 
because I could feel his heart pounding against my hand.

The dance only lasted for a few minutes but they were 
great minutes, Tom kept me laughing the whole time with 
his jokes. I wanted to spend some more time with him but 
my girlfriends wanted me to go to the bathroom with 
them. 

I knew they wanted all the juicy details about Tom and I 
really couldn't wait to tell them. I told Tom I'd dance 
with him again later but right now I had some "Girl 
Stuff" to take care of. Tom seemed so happy that I 
promised to dance with him again that he didn't care 
what I had to do so off the Girl's room I went with my 
friends.

We spent almost fifteen minutes in the bathroom with 
most of it dedicated to questioning me. I don't remember 
ever hearing any boys asking so many questions about 
another guys date but then again not many of the boys I 
hung out with had a girlfriend.

We got back to the dance and once again went out to 
dance together but our happy little group was shortly 
invaded by Tom and some of his friends. He managed to 
separate me from my girlfriends but since he brought 
some guys for them they didn't seem to mind.

Tom and I danced together most of the night although a 
couple of times I did dance with other guys when they 
asked me.

By the end of the night I had danced with about five 
other guys besides Tom and I had a blast with each of 
them. One guy was a junior at Cindy's school and several 
inches taller than me. When we danced a slow dance he 
put both arms around my waist which gave me no choice 
but to put my arms around his neck. He was really sweet, 
asking me all about myself and whether I was enjoying my 
vacation. I don't remember anyone ever being interested 
in me the way he was.

After the dance was over I met up with Cindy and told 
her all about the guys I'd danced with. I must have 
spent more time talking about Tom than the others and 
she quickly zeroed in on him asking me all about him. 
After I finished describing him she told me that she 
knew his older brother and occasionally went out with 
him. She asked if I'd like her to set up a double date 
with him and his brother but I quickly turned her down. 
A dance as a girl was one thing, dating another guy with 
me in a dress was a whole different ball game.

Back in my room as I took my dress and lingerie off to 
get ready for bed I kept wondering what it might be like 
to go out on a date with Tom or some other boy. I mean 
it's not as if it would be anything major, I wasn't 
getting married or anything like that. I'd still really 
be a boy it's just that if I was going to be a girl for 
a while why not do what girls did and date boys? 

It would all be just part of a harmless little game and 
I wasn't going to have to do anything but smile and 
laugh at their jokes. I suppose I could even let them 
give me a good night kiss on the cheek if I absolutely 
had to but that would be it. Dating a boy and kissing 
one were entirely different things, right?

I was almost ready t o go to Cindy's room and tell her 
I'd double with her when I decided to wait. It had only 
been a week, no point in rushing things. Still when I 
went to sleep I found myself dreaming about going out 
with Tom, he'd wear a jersey and a pair of jeans and I'd 
wear a pretty denim dress I saw the last time I was 
shopping. 

Maybe we'd go to a pizza shop and then a movie where 
he'd put his arm around me and I'd snuggle close to him. 
When we got home he'd walk me to the door and put his 
arms around me. Drawing me close he tell me that I 
looked really great then he'd lean down and kiss me. In 
my dream I put my arms around his neck and we kissed for 
several minutes before I had to go in. One last kiss and 
we'd say goodbye with plans to go out again the next 
weekend.

The kiss is what worried me. What would I do if he tried 
to kiss me on the lips or heaven forbid give me a 
"french-kiss" that all the guys bragged about? Would I 
punch him in the face the way Mike would do to another 
boy or would it be best to just gently push him away 
explaining that I wasn't that kind of girl? 

Punching him would be a problem, how would I be able to 
continue on as Kristen if I punched out another guy? Of 
course he was a little bigger than me and might punch 
back,. Then again maybe I wasn't strong enough to push 
him away, then what? Would I have to stand there and let 
him kiss me? Worst of all, what if he kissed me and I 
liked it?.

I knew I'd have to deal with this problem sooner or 
later, all girls my age did, but I decided to make it 
later, as late as possible. Meanwhile I was going to 
have as much fun as a girl my age could.

A few days later Cindy announced that there was an 
opening at the hamburger shop where she worked and that 
she had talked to her boss about hiring me. He seemed 
interested and wanted me to come in for an interview. I 
wasn't sure if I wanted to work but Aunt Barb insisted 
on it. She said that I shouldn't be depending on dad for 
everything and that it would be a big help in getting 
used to being a girl.

*

The next morning I put on a gold top and a pair of jeans 
and set off for my interview. I filled out the 
application listing my home address, but showed that I 
was staying with Cindy. I never stopped for an instant 
as I checked the box for Female under sex. To tell the 
truth, it never occurred to me to do anything else. I 
guess Cindy and my aunt were wearing down any resistance 
I might have had.

My interview lasted only a few minutes and ended with my 
being hired as a cashier. Cindy took me into the back 
room and helped me pick out a uniform top and bottoms 
that I'd have to wear. I was supposed to report the next 
day for training.

I took my uniform home and tried it on to see how I'd 
look in it. The inserts in my bra gave me enough of a 
bust line to fill out the top but even though the 
bottoms were the same size I usually wore I noticed that 
they were a little tight in the butt and hips. I pulled 
them up, zipped my top up, put on my cap and looked in 
the mirror. The top was designed to curve in at the 
waist and ended just at my hips which protruded out in 
my bottom. The effect was great, I looked like a curvy 
young girl.

*

The next day I showed up for training and began to learn 
all I need to know to be a "cheerful, friendly, counter 
girl" as the training manual described. I had to be the 
best girl I could possibly be since I would meet and 
talk to several hundred people a week and each of them 
had to think of me as just another cute kid earning her 
spending money.

I did my best and soon I was working several days a 
week.

My aunt was right, this job really helped me change from 
thinking of myself as a girl for the summer, now I 
considered myself to be just another girl. I really had 
no choice you understand, every time I poured a drink or 
reached for a sandwich I saw my polished and cared for 
nails, everyone called me Kris or Krissy and treated as 
though I were a girl so it wasn't long before Mike was a 
very distant memory.

I couldn't complain though, I made several new 
girlfriends and got to know a couple of guys who seemed 
to find me cute. Once in a while I would get together 
with some of the other kids and we'd go to a show or if 
it was just us girls we'd go to the mall to shop.

After about a month of work and some very hard thought I 
finally got up the nerve to ask Cindy to arrange a 
double date.

Cindy set it all up and within hours I was set up to go 
out with Cindy, her friend John and his brother Tom. 
Cindy set it up so that for my first date we'd go to a 
movie and a local pizza shop, nothing fancy, just a 
chance to get used to dating.

I was a nervous wreck the entire week before the date, I 
had to concentrate extra hard at work to keep from 
goofing up. I confided my plans to my girlfriends and we 
made several special trips to the mall to find just the 
right outfit for me.

I had a blast that week trying on a slew of different 
outfits including some that were just too sexy or fancy 
for a movie and pizza. Still the outfits were gorgeous 
ranging from strapless evening gowns which fit like a 
glove and gave me a figure designed to drive guys crazy 
to a pair of jeans and a flannel top.

The gown was of course too much, too much money and too 
much me, while the jeans and shirt were much too 
tomboyish. I wanted Tom to think I was pretty and the 
jeans and shirt seemed to say, "I'm one of the guys." a 
thought I didn't want Tom to have. Finally after hitting 
nearly every store in the mall I found the denim dress I 
adored.

I knew I wanted that dress as soon as I saw it and 
trying it on was just a formality. Of course once I saw 
how I looked I knew I had that most elusive of things - 
the perfect dress.

I practically ran to the register to pay for my dress, I 
wanted to make certain that it was all mine.

I had been to several dances over the past weeks so 
getting ready Friday afternoon wasn't that much work 
anymore. I was very good at fixing my hair and makeup 
but I spent a little extra time just to make sure 
everything was perfect. I put on some of the lingerie 
dad had given me along with a pair of tan pantyhose with 
light blue pumps. My dress buttoned up the front and 
when I put it on I left several buttons open on top just 
to feel a little sexy.

I added a pair of white earrings to match the belt of my 
dress and a gold bracelet around my wrist. I felt so 
great that I honestly couldn't wait to see Tom, I wanted 
him to think I was the cutest girl he ever saw.

Tom and his brother arrived right on time and came in to 
meet Cindy's mom. When we got to the car Tom held the 
door open to allow me to get in first, I smiled and said 
that I thought he was sweet. His face brightened up like 
a little kid getting his favorite toy for Christmas. Tom 
got in next and at first sat with enough room for two 
more people between us. I smiled and asked if he'd mind 
sitting closer so that we could talk. I mean if this guy 
was nice enough to spend money on me the least I could 
do was sit close to him.

We talked a lot on the way to the movie, all about 
movies we saw and liked or hated. I thought Tom would be 
a great friend even as a boy but I realized that tonight 
things were different. Tom was expecting an evening with 
cute girl and I couldn't worry about Mike. Tonight I was 
Tom's date and I was going to make sure he was with the 
girl he expected.

We went to a really great comedy that made me laugh so 
hard I was crying. Tom noticed my tears and became very 
concerned asking if he had upset me. I explained that I 
was just having a great time and without thinking 
squeezed his hand. Tom took my hand in his and held it 
for the rest of the movie. It felt so nice and 
comforting that I didn't try to pull back, after all I 
was his girl for the evening.

The movie was great and Tom and I walked out to the car 
hand in hand, once again Tom held the door for me. It 
seemed like such a sweet thing to do that I felt I could 
easily get used to being treated this way.

We got to the pizza shop and Tom sat across from me just 
staring at me and smiling. When we got into the car to 
go home I sat close to Tom and let him put his arm 
around my shoulders drawing me close. We sat like this 
and talked all the way home.

Tom and his brother walked me and Cindy up to her house 
where we said our good-byes. I didn't think just good 
bye was enough so I reached up and kissed Tom on his 
cheek.

"Thanks for a wonderful evening Tom," I whispered. 
"You're really sweet."

As I turned to leave Tom reached over and kissed my 
cheek. "So are you Kristen." 

When Cindy and I got inside I thanked her profusely for 
setting up the date.

I dated Tom several more times that summer as well as 
going to dances and skating rinks with the guys and 
girls from work. I had such a great time that I was 
truly sad to see summer end but the end of August was 
near and I had to return to being Mike again.

I sadly packed all of my pretty clothes, changed my hair 
color and style and returned home to mom and dad. 
Although I couldn't be Kristen every day I did arrange 
to spend most of my free time that way along with 
spending the family's Christmas vacation as a girl.

As for my pierced ears I cover one hole up with a little 
dab of makeup and wear a diamond in the other. My 
friends all think it's neat and several of them talked 
their parents into letting them get an ear pierced too.

I did notice one thing about me that being a girl helped 
- I'm one of the most sought after guys at school. At 
the school dances the girls love dancing with me and 
I've never been turned down for a date. My friends beg 
me to tell them my secret but I plead ignorance. After 
all, how many of them would be willing to become a girl 
so that they too would know what girls really like.

The End

(c) Copyright by Karen Elizabeth L.

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