Coed for Keeps
by 
Karen Elizabeth L.
Copyright 10/96






I was just a college freshman on a hardship scholarship, determined to
make a name for myself in a prestigious university. At first I was
concerned that I might not fit in since the school was out of state
and I knew no one there. In High School I had developed a reputation
with the girls as a sort of bad boy that a girl had to date at least
once and once was usually enough for many girls.

Looking back I guess you could say that I acted like a swaggering,
tough guy hero from some B movie of the fifties but at the time I
thought I was as cool as a guy could hope to be! Some girls treated me
like the jerk I was but many couldn't wait to go out with me even
knowing I treated most girls like morons.

I hadn't been in college for more than a few months when I got a date
with a girl from one of my classes and I immediately fell back into my
role as a macho stud just doing some more babe a favor by going out
with her. The girl didn't seem to appreciate my act so when I took her
home I didn't even bother to turn off the car engine when we pulled
into her driveway. For her part she didn't even bother to say
goodnight let alone give me a kiss, preferring instead to slam my car
door and storm off into her house.

Because of my scholarship I found that I was required to report to
many different offices at the college to fill out some form or
another. Each time I went to an office I managed to offend the
secretary by coming on strong and acting like I was doing her a favor
just by being there. Sometimes if the girl was good looking I'd go
into my 'God's gift to women' act and try to get a date. I got several
dates and even went out with a couple girls several times before I
dropped them.

One day I received an official looking letter in my campus mail box
requesting that I contact the Dean of Student Affairs regarding
complaints of sexual harassment. Harassment, I thought, I was trying
to do some of those poor girls a favor by taking them out since they
didn't really look like they'd be highly sought after for dates!
Anyway this dean was a woman and I was sure she wouldn't understand so
I crumpled up the letter and trashed it.

Two more notices were sent and two more notices were trashed before I
received a notice saying that if I was about to be dismissed from the
college. This time I paid attention since I couldn't afford another
college and this one had the prestige I was sure would guarantee me a
job when I finished.

Since it was to be a formal hearing I was required to bring my parents
and an attorney if desired. My parents were terrified over the news of
my possible expulsion and immediately contacted a close friend who was
an attorney. There we sat one crisp fall morning as the list of my
sins was read off to all present. It turns out that all of the
secretary's I had come on to were offended in some other way had filed
separate complaints about me which were the reason for the letters I
had received. These complaints added up to not one, not two, not even
three, but fifteen separate cases of harassment over a three month
period! Although I had been formally notified I had chosen to ignore
the warnings and continued with my harassment and now I was to be
expelled under the guidelines of the college policy.

My parents were devastated and urged me to beg forgiveness and ask
that I be allowed to continue at school. I put on my best act but the
dean wasn't buying it and moments later I was told that I was to leave
campus by the weekend. My parent's friend asked if the school would
reconsider pledging that I would do whatever was required of me to
stay. The group of deans sitting in judgment of me then called a
fifteen minute recess to talk to the attorney privately. When they
came back to the room everyone was smiling and I was told that a deal
had been struck that would allow me to stay.

My family were overjoyed with this news but the attorney warned them
that everything hinged on my approval, if I agreed I would be subject
to a rather severe punishment but at least I could finish out my
education. If I didn't agree I would be expelled and it was unlikely
any other college would have me!

"Okay," I said with as much bravado as I could muster. "I'll take my
punishment like a man, what is it?"

"This is not something to be taken lightly Jim," the attorney
advised. "Believe me your punishment will be severe but it will be
appropriate."

"So what's the worst they can make me do, a public apology? I can
handle that!"

"No Jim, the worst they can do is to 'Punishment in Kind' " He said
slowly. "A punishment that will teach you a lesson about how women are
to be treated."

"One of those sensitivity workshops," I groaned. "How pathetic."

My parents friend was becoming annoyed by then and asked the deans if
we could talk things over privately to which they agreed. Once they
left the room he hit me with the bombshell.

"Your punishment Jim," He said slowly. "Is to learn how to treat women
by attending college as a woman!"

"What did you say?"  my mother asked, shaking her head. "How is he to
learn this again?"

"Are they serious?"  asked my dad. "How can he do that?"

"They're serious," his friend advised him. "It's a last resort
punishment, but it's been used successfully in the past. The school
will allow Jim to remain as a student with his full scholarship
provided he meets that condition."

"They're nuts!"  I exclaimed. "They can't make me do that. We'll sue!"

"They're not nuts and if you agree then it's all perfectly legal."  I
was told.

"You mean that you want me to agree to go to school in drag?"  I
asked. "Everyone would laugh at me and I'd be humiliated!"

"It's not a matter of going to school in drag Jim," The attorney
continued. "If you agree they'd put you into a program after which
only a very close medical exam would reveal your true sex! You'd spend
the next four years here that way and when you're done you're records
will show that you graduated with no problems."

"And all I have to agree to is to have some butcher chop me up so I'll
never be the same again!" I retorted. "No, I wont do it!"

"This program," my father asked. "What exactly would it do to Jim,
would he be a girl the rest of his life?"

" As you're aware this school is part of a large teaching hospital,"
we were told. "The program we're talking about was designed for men
who wanted to become women. It allows them to experience life as women
before anything irreversible is done."

"So nothing is changed then?" my mother asked, confused. "He'd still
look like a boy?"

Their friend took a deep breath before going on. "No, actually quite a
bit is changed. He'd look like any other woman his age but it can all
be undone when he graduates."

"What do you mean I'd look like any other woman?"  I asked
suspiciously.

"Frankly Jim, you'll have breasts, wide hips, and a woman's
shape. You'll look like a woman, you'll sound like a woman, and for
the next four years you'd live completely as a woman!"

My parents huddled together for several minutes before my dad finally
spoke up. "All reversible, and he keeps his scholarship?"  he asked.

"Absolutely reversible, and he keeps his scholarship,"  his friend
assured him.

"No one would ever find out?"  Mom asked.

"The records are changed to indicate that a male attended and
graduated from the university."

I saw my parents nodding to each other. "No!"  I screamed. "I won't do
it!"

"Where else can you go Jim?"  Mom asked. "Colleges weren't exactly
beating our door down. You never had good enough grades to interest
anyone else!"

"He'll do it," Dad said quietly. "When does it all start?"

I felt as though I was listening to my own death sentence being
read. "You can't do this to me!"  I shouted. "Please, anything but
this!"

 "I never treated a woman badly in my life Jim," Dad said. "You're
mother and I didn't raise you to be such a jerk! Now maybe you'll
understand that you can't treat women as if they were rubbish!"

A document detailing all that was to happen was brought out for my
parents and me to sign. It spelled everything out in detail but the
key words that interested me were "nothing shall be done that cannot
be safely reversed within the approximate time required to implement
the change."

I was given a pen and shown where to sign my life away for the next
four years. My hands trembled as I wrote but I could see my parents
had decided that there was to be no turning back. Without the
scholarship I'd be a failure working in some restaurant asking if
people wanted fries with their sandwich.  I signed the form, dated it,
and handed it to my parents who did the same. Their friend witnessed
the signatures then held the door as we went back to hear the details
of my sentence.

"As you were told," the dean intoned. "You will be spending the next
four years of your life attending this university as a female
student. Your records will all be altered to indicate your temporary
sex and all provisions will be made to allow you to function as a
female at this school. An official notice to your current records will
show that you voluntarily withdrew effective this weekend. At the
successful completion of this program that notice will be removed and
your records updated to show that you graduated with whatever honors
or awards that you may achieve in the next four years."

I was told that I was to return to my dorm and remove all of my
belongings. I was to leave the school for a period of time during
which I was to be prepared to return as a female. Since the school was
mandating this punishment I was to be given a clothing allowance to be
used in purchasing a woman's wardrobe. I had one week to buy new
clothes and report to an office in the hospital where I would be taken
care of for the next two semesters.

The school was very efficient and before we left I was given a check
for clothes and wished good luck. The dean said she'd be looking
forward to my return and hoped that all would work out for the best.

The week went by faster than any before and soon I was back at the
school with several suitcases filled with dresses, skirts, tops,
pants, and lingerie. The only male clothing I had was what I had on my
back.

I was met by a pretty young woman who introduced herself as Candace
who said that she'd be helping me until I was ready to return to
school again. I didn't realize that I had been staring at her chest
until she arched her back, smiled nicely and said, "Like 'em, don't
worry you'll have a set of your own soon enough!"

Talk about a shock! "I wasn't staring miss, honestly!"  I stammered,
trying to avoid any further trouble. "I was just wondering why they'd
assign a girl to help me? Isn't that taking chances?"

"Relax, please call me Candy," she said with a grin. "I'm working on my
Master's degree in Sociology, I decided to specialize in
Transsexualism so I'm interning with the clinic at the school.
Besides, you might as well get your ogling over with now, pretty soon
you'll be on the receiving end! And no, no one's taking any chances,
you're not going to be able to rape anyone for at least four years!"

"Did you have to mention that?"  I asked. "I'm not exactly comfortable
with this idea in case you didn't know. There's just something about
being turned into a woman that bothers me"

"Don't let it bother you," corrected Candy. "You're going to look like
a female but only for four years, besides, it was your choice."

"Right," I scoffed. "Great choices, be a bum or be a woman!"

A few minutes later we arrived at the apartment I would stay in while
I was in training. She sat and waited until I came to her side of the
car and opened it for her.

"That's your first lesson," she gave me a warm smile as she got out of
the car. "Expect a guy to act like a gentleman and settle for nothing
less!"

"I'll try to remember that," I laughed as I lifted my luggage from the
trunk. "But I doubt that I'll find myself in a car with another guy."

Candy stared at me for a few seconds then slowly walked around
me. "You know you're going to make a really good looking woman, the
kind guys will line up to date!"

"Date, me, with other men?"  I said in shock.

"Yes date, you, and lots of other men!"  laughed Candy. "You'll see!"

Candy showed me around the apartment and told me to leave my suitcases
in the bedroom while we talked about my future. Once again the school
had been very thorough and provided a schedule for the major changes
that I'd undergo. First on the list was to have my hair done and then
start electrolysis on my face and chest. I'd be taught all about
makeup, fashion, and hair styling, voice lessons would be next to
capitalize on the special throat spray which would alter my
voice. Once all that was complete, they estimated about two months,
I'd be ready for breast implants, then the final series of operations
which would alter my genitals to appear female.

"You're sure this is all reversible?"  I asked in a trembling
voice. "They're not really going to cut anything off are they?"

Candy held my hand in hers. "The only permanent loss will be your
facial and chest hair. Other than that you can go back to being a guy
anytime you want after your four years are up."

"That will be the very next day!"  I said decisively. "The night
before if I could arrange it!"

"Let's see how you feel four years from now," Candy said looking me in
the eye. "There have been those that chose to make it permanent!"

"I won't be one of them, I promise!"  Imagine someone thinking that
I'd want to live the rest of my life as a woman!

 "Okay so that's your schedule for the big items, in between I'll be
training you in how to dress and act like a woman. First thing you'll
need to do is to take a hot bath and either use the hair removal cream
on your legs and underarms or a razor, it's up to you."

"Uh, actually my mom had me take care of all of that last week," I
mumbled. "What's next?"

"Dressing," Candy said casually as if it were no big matter. "We'll
select an outfit for you and I'll get rid of what you're wearing
now. From this point on you wear nothing but women's clothes."

I followed her back to the bedroom where she began helping me to
unpack. I tried to get to the case I knew held my lingerie before her
but I was too late and stood there embarrassed as she pulled the
various items of nylon, satin, and lace from the suitcase.

She selected a matching bra, panty, and half slip in pink satin along
with a pair of tan pantyhose and the breast forms which had been
thoughtfully included on my list of things to purchase.

"Your mom has good taste," she said as she worked. "Quality clothes,
pretty colors, and a good mix of styles."

"They're yours for the asking Candy," I joked, trying to put a good
face on the situation.

"Thanks," she grinned. "I have plenty and you'll be needing these!"

As I unpacked the rest of my suitcases Candy stopped me as I began to
put away a denim dress.

"That will be perfect for now," she said as she took the dress from
me. "No need for anything dressy right away."

"I guess I couldn't wear a pair of jeans could I?"  I asked anxiously.

"Sorry but until your final operation there's to be no slacks. Tell-
tale bulges you know!"

"How stupid of me to forget!"

"Don't worry, in just a few months you'll look really hot in a pair of
tight jeans!"

"Thanks," I said sadly. "I can wait."

"Speaking of waiting," Candy said cheerfully. I'll wait in the other
room while you get changed. If you need any help just call me!"

"I should be okay, mom gave me a few lessons on wearing these things,"
I told her. "Good old mom, thought of everything!"

"You're a lucky girl," she called back as she left. "Things will be a
lot easier for you then!"

It was only after I started to pull on the panties that I realized she
had called me a girl. Here I was an average eighteen year old guy
about to become a girl and there was nothing I could do about
it. Trapped, I thought to myself. They can do anything they want to me
once I'm in the operating room, I could wake up to have breasts the
size of watermelons!

Mom's training was very helpful to me as I finished dressing, I hooked
my bra the way she showed me then slipped the breast forms into the
cups where they fit perfectly. I sighed deeply as I slipped on the
dress wondering if I'd be wearing dresses permanently or not. I
gathered up my old clothes and as I went to give them to Candy I
noticed the odd feeling as my dress and slip brushed my nylon clad
legs.

"Here you go," I said as I handed her the last of my male
existence. "What do we do now?"

"Sit down," she said patting the seat next to her. "We have to find a
name for you."

Candy showed me a small book that I'd seen at the checkout counters in
the supermarkets. It was a pink paperback titled 'Names for your new
daughter'.

"I kind of like something simple but pretty," she said as she leafed
through the pages. "What do you think of Lisa?"

"I never gave it any thought, never thought I'd need to,"  I said as I
smoothed out my skirt and sat down.

"Nice touch, " she stated referring to my smoothing out the
skirt. "Your mom again?"

I nodded my head in agreement, she smiled, patted my knee and said,
"Cross your legs, ladies don't sit with their legs spread like that."

I did the best I could but my legs just wouldn't cross like hers did,
at least not without considerable pain.

"That'll change later," she said helpfully. "How about Lynn?"

"Cute," I replied. "But I just don't see myself as a Lynn."

"What about Cheryl," She asked.

 "No, I'm definitely not a Cheryl."

 "Sandra?"

"This are the nineties Candy, no one is named Sandra anymore."

 "How about Beth?"

I thought that one over for a few seconds. "Beth's nice," I said
agreeably. "How about Beth Ann?"

"Bethany?"  Candy suggested. "Beth for short?"

"You mean like Virginia?"  I asked with a straight face. "You know,
virgin for short, but not for long!"

"How long you stay a virgin is up to you," Candy laughed.

"Wait just a minute!"  I shrieked. "What's this about being a virgin?
I'm not into that gay sex stuff!"

"Nothing gay about it," Candy said. "You'll be able to have sex as a
woman if you want.  Remember when they said you would experience life
as a woman? Well dear heart, sex can be a part of that experience if
you want!"

"No, " I said firmly. "I won't date and I'll never go to bed with
another guy!"

Candy shrugged her shoulders. "Your choice, just wanted to let you
know that it's possible!"

"Let's get back to my new name, okay?"  I asked, trying to steer the
conversation away from my sex life.

"Bethany Lynn Chandler, that's your new name!"

"I could do worse," I said resigned to my new name.

"Sure could, Virginia for example!"

We had a good laugh over that then Candy produced some official
looking papers for me to sign. The first was a petition to the court
to have my name legally changed. My folks and I had decided that I
would use Chandler, my paternal grandmother's maiden name to avoid
recognition, so I printed Bethany Lynn Chandler in the space for my new
name and signed it that way on the bottom. Next in line was a paper to
get a new birth certificate, the reason I needed a new one was to show
my new name and change the sex to female. After that I signed as Jim a
statement from the administrator of the clinic where I'd be operated
on to say that I was enrolled in the program for sexual reassignment
and I'd need documentation to show that I was female to go through the
test portion of the program.

"What's the test part about?" I asked.

"That's where the person who wants to change their sex must live and
work as the opposite sex to see if they can handle it. All of their
official papers show their desired sex to make it easier for them to
be accepted as the sex they want to change to. Once we get all the
paperwork back we'll get you all done up and get a new picture for
your license. You'll be ready to go after that!"

"You mean before the operation?" I asked.

"It takes about three weeks, then you can get a job and drive."

"A job, what kind of job could I get pretending to be a girl?"

"Stop saying 'pretending' Beth," Candy scolded. "You're not pretending
anything, from now on you are a girl!"

"I just didn't think about working this way,"  I mumbled.

"You'll need to be careful if you get a waitress job in one of the
local bars," Candy told me. "Some of these college guys think they can
do whatever they want to a woman. Their hands have a tendency to end
up on a girl's butt from time to time!"

This is unreal I thought, not only would I have to get a job as a
woman, I might have to put up with some guy trying to feel me up! What
else could possibly go wrong?

Candy answered that for me when she told me to put on some shoes, we
were going to get my hair done!

"I can't go out looking like this! Everyone will know I'm a guy."

Candy brushed off my objections, "The beauty shop is used to making
guys look pretty.  It's why they're here."

Sensing my reluctance Candy brought out a pair of black flats from my
room and had me slip them on my feet.

"Don't worry, " she said with a grin. "You'll be wearing heels soon
enough, flats just look better with your dress."

I had always loved seeing girls wearing heels, something about the way
they walked just drove me wild. Now it looked like I'd soon be driving
some poor guy wild myself!

Downstairs in the beauty shop I was taken to a styling chair where
they wrapped a plastic cape around me then tilted the chair to wash my
hair. While one woman cut, combed, teased, and curled my hair another
was giving me a manicure. Once my hair was in rollers I was taken to
another part of the shop where a needle was placed against my hair
follicles and an electric current was shot through it.

"Ouch!"  I screamed in pain. "That stings, what is this some medieval
torture chamber?"

"Just getting rid of facial hair dear, now sit still so I don't jab
you in the wrong place!"  the woman with the needle told me.

After three and a half hours my face was sore and red, my fingernails
were long and red, and my brown hair was shorter , curly, and had
streaks of blonde throughout!

"That should be enough for now," Candy told me. "Next is a visit to
the doctors office."

Off we went to another part of the building Candy walking confidently
ahead, me trailing behind looking like an ugly woman with a bad
sunburn on her face.

The doctor had me change into a robe and did a thorough exam on
me. Trust me when I say thorough.  I mean he didn't miss anything!  When
I mentioned to Candy about having my legs up in stirrups so my genital
area could be examined she howled. "Great, now you see what a pain it
is for a woman to have an exam like that!"

After my exam the doctor met with Candy and me in his office. He spoke
mostly to Candy since she was representing the program but
occasionally I got included in the conversation too. What it all
boiled down to was that he saw no problem with the surgery to hide my
genitals saying that there appeared to be plenty of room for the
reconstruction which would make me appear to have female
genitals. Looking at his notes he said that I would be a nearly ideal
candidate for breast implants and suggested that for my age a size of
thirty six B would look best for me. I suppose he was expecting me to
be overjoyed when he said that once the hormones began to change my
body shape he could schedule me, but somehow I just couldn't seem to
get all that excited over having breasts!

 He wrote out several prescriptions, one to soothe the burning on my
face, another which he said would all but stop my body from producing
male hormones, and just to make sure I turned out all right, a small
dosage of female hormones! Other than the exam I didn't think there
was much reason for me to be there since Candy accepted the
prescriptions, she agreed completely about the size of my new breasts,
and scheduled a follow up appointment for the end of the next week!
The only time I was acknowledged was to be given a bottle of liquid to
gargle with daily which would provide a more feminine voice for
me. Before I was allowed to put my clothes back on I was given a shot
in the butt to begin my journey into womanhood.

Candy immediately had the prescriptions filled and I started on them
that afternoon over dinner. She was all smiles as I took the pills
which the doctor had said would chemically castrate me and temporarily
change me into a woman. I suppose I expected some sort of major change
to overcome me the instant I swallowed the pill and my expression must
have said it all.

"This part will be rather subtle," Candy said with a smile. "No sudden
urge to go shopping or anything like that. After they've had a chance
to build up in your system though you'll be less aggressive, more
feminine."

I was trying to understand what she meant by 'more feminine' when she
added; "The urge to shop comes later, with the urge to have children!"

I wasn't paying very close attention at first but suddenly the last
part sunk into my brain. "Children!"  I shouted.

"Just joking, Beth," she laughed. "But you'll have to pay close
attention when I'm telling you things. This is all stuff you're going
to need to know."

We both had a good laugh and after dinner Candy insisted on working
with me on my walk and posture, so we spent the rest of the evening
working on walking and moving like a woman. That was a lot of hard
work for me since it meant relearning all the things I had taken for
granted over the years. Women just didn't stand, sit, walk, or even
gesture the way men did and so neither would I. The nail extensions
they glued onto my fingertips earlier weren't making things any easier
either. I never considered how difficult it must have been for the
girls I dated to pick things up with long nails, I just knew they were
so sexy to look at!

When Candy finally left that night I was exhausted! She made me walk,
sit, cross my legs, stand, walk, sit, and cross my legs until I
couldn't stand it anymore! Instead of getting a rest, though, she
insisted that I practice picking up, carrying, and holding things the
way a woman would. Once that was over she decided to give me lessons
on walking in high heels which nearly caused me to break a leg.

After hours of lessons Candy finally agreed to end for the night and
allow me to get some sleep, but only after reminding me that I had many
more hours of training ahead. Later, after taking a shower I examined
my smoothly shaven legs and wondered how I was going to look after all
the changes had been made. Candy assured me that I was going to be an
attractive woman thinking that I'd feel better about what was about to
happen to me. She couldn't have been more wrong, however.  Being an
attractive woman was not what I wanted out of life, not even what I
wanted out of the next four years.

God how I wanted to leave the school, to run home to mom and dad and
plead with them to forgive me. I would do anything they asked, just
please don't let them make me into a woman! I knew though that no
amount of pleading would change anything for my parents, dad had told
me that I was getting exactly what I deserved and mom was actually
looking forward to having a daughter even if only for a few years! I
had been stupid, overbearing, and did I mention stupid, but I didn't
deserve this, I thought, as I pulled on a pair of panties and a
nightgown. I looked at the hot curlers mom had bought for me and
remembered how Candy thought it had been so nice of mom to get them
for me. If it had been up to her she said, I'd learn the wonders of
trying to sleep with a head full of curlers. Good thing she was
supposed to be my friend, I thought as I drifted off to sleep, I'd
hate to think what would happen to me otherwise!

I had a fitful night's sleep, my butt was sore from the shot, my face
was sore from the electrolysis, and Candy's joke about wanting to have
children echoed through my mind. I woke up several hours early with my
heart pounding after dreaming that I was marrying a man who looked
like the doctor in the clinic. I was wearing a long white dress,
carrying a bouquet of flowers, and looking at a church full of people
through a lace veil. Part of me wanted to turn and run out of the
church but I couldn't do it, I kept walking closer and closer to the
altar. I stood at the altar and listened as the priest asked 'who
gives this woman' and watched horrified as my dad proudly stepped
forward and placed my hand in the doctors hand. The priest then
continued and when he asked the all important question I wanted to
shout 'help me' but when I opened my mouth all I could say was 'I
do!'. My new husband then lifted my veil, pulled me close and kissed
me.

As I laid next to him that night I blushed as he told me how beautiful
I was and how happy he was to be married to a woman like me. We kissed
and hugged and soon he was lifting my nightgown and exploring my body
telling me again and again how beautiful and sexy I was. His words
seemed to create a fire in my body and soon I was begging him to make
love to me and telling him how I couldn't wait to bear his children!
He gently removed my panties and I couldn't wait to have him enter me
but I woke up just as we were about to consummate our marriage!

It took me nearly an hour to calm down and get back to sleep, but
fortunately my dream didn't return.  The next morning Candy was
knocking on my door bright and early for another day of
training. After trying to ignore it I finally blurted out all the
details of my dream while Candy smiled and nodded as I went along.

"Sounds like you've got the hots for the doctor, Beth!" Candy
laughed. "Does this mean you'll be having the complete operation done
so you two can be happy together?"

"Thanks for your concern!"  I shouted. "Can't you see that I'm upset?
This is stupid, why can't I just apologize and go on with my life?"

"Because you'd never learn anything, that's why!"  Candy shot
back. "You'd apologize just to get out of a jam, but you wouldn't mean
it! You need to learn what it's like to be treated like a sex object
by some idiot who thinks he's a super stud!"

I considered telling Candy off, but thoughts of how she might retaliate
made me reconsider.  I didn't want to spend the rest of my life as
Beth so I swallowed hard and kept my mouth shut.

The next couple of days were absolute hell for me as Candy drilled me
day and night on makeup, fashion, manners, and a million other things
she insisted I learn to pass as a woman. Candy was a firm believer in
learning by doing so I spent many an hour trying on all types of
clothes ranging from mini skirts to evening gowns. I thought it was
tough getting to used to sitting perfectly straight in a mini skirt
until I held my breath so Candy could zip up an evening gown only to
find that I couldn't breathe the way I wanted to!

"What's wrong, Beth?" teased Candy. "A little short of breath?"

"Unzip me," I pleaded. "I can't breathe!"

"Relax, you'll get used to it in a few minutes. This is just a
sampling of what women have to go through to wear some of these
outfits that men like to see us in!"

Oddly enough Candy was right. In a few moments I got used to the
tightness of the gown and was no longer gasping for breath. Of course
once I got used to the gown Candy insisted that I try sitting
down. What seemed a relief at first turned into quite a puzzle as I
tried to figure out how to bend and sit while zipped into the tight
gown and the girdle I needed to wear to smooth out my figure. I
twisted and turned every way I could think of but I just couldn't sit
down.

Candy watched and laughed as I went through my gyrations. "Keep your
upper body straight ,Beth," she finally told me. "Now bend your knees
slightly and push out your butt as you sit."

Even with her help it was nearly an hour before I could walk across
the room and sit down in a straight backed chair with no problem.  It
took quite a bit more work to learn to sit on a soft chair or couch,
however. Satisfied that I understood sitting Candy had me slip on a
pair of high heels and practice walking and sitting all over again. I
couldn't understand why she wanted me to try again in heels until I
stood up and nearly broke my ankle!

"How am I supposed to balance on that little point you call a heel?"
I complained. "Not to mention the soles of these shoes are only about
two inches wide!"

"Women do it all the time!"  was Candy's standard response. "You'll
need shoes like those for formal occasions."

With her holding my arm I was able to take a few short steps across
the room, but teetered perilously the moment she let go. Candy refused
to let me stop, though, and cheered when I was finally able to take a
few steps on my own.

"Go girl!"  she yelled from the couch as I slowly and carefully made
my way across the living room. "You're doing great, now relax and let
your cute little butt swing!"

Candy's enthusiasm had the desired effect on me and soon I was walking
and turning as if I were wearing a pair of flats. At first it felt a
little odd to have my butt swishing back and forth, but between the
girdle and the dress there was just no way to avoid it.

"Good going Beth!" Candy smiled as she handed me a small clutch purse
that matched my gown. "Now hold this in one hand and let the other arm
sway as you walk."

I took the purse and held it in my right hand the way I'd seen women
hold them. Holding out my left hand in a limp-wristed manner I did a
bump and grind walk across the room.

"How this?"  I asked with a laugh. "Sexy enough?"

"If you're a whore!" Candy replied harshly. "Now knock it off, Beth.
You're a lady not a street walker!"

"Sorry, I was just joking. No need to get so worked up about it!"

"Once again, it's not funny!" she said angrily. "If a woman wears
something that's in the least bit sexy men think she's available! They
can't understand that sometimes women just want to look and feel sexy!
It's just part of being a woman, but you'll understand that soon
enough!"

"I doubt that," I replied smugly. "You can do all you can to make me
look like a woman, and yes I'll even have to act like a woman, but
there's no way I'll ever find myself thinking like one. That's just
not possible!"

"You're right," Candy said with a shrug. "That could never, ever
happen!"

"See," I said triumphantly. "Even nasty brutes like me can be right
sometimes!"

"Right," Candy said agreeably while chuckling to herself. 'You won't be
the first guy I've worked with to suddenly decide he wants to look
like a hot, sexy lady,' she thought to herself!

Candy was relentless in my training.  Day after day I learned to dress,
walk, move, sit, and do anything I would ever do as a lady. I learned
more about clothes and makeup in one week than I had ever hoped to
learn and yet Candy still wasn't satisfied. At the end of the week she
broke the news to me that we would be going shopping that weekend to
get me used to being out in public!

"Couldn't we just go to a drive through window for burgers and fries?"
I asked panic stricken. "I can't possibly pretend I'm a girl in front
of a lot of people!"

"I told you before, Bethany!"  Candy replied irritably. "You're not
pretending! As far as you or any one else is concerned, you are a
girl! You wear girl's clothes and makeup, you know how to do
everything you'd normally do the way a girl would.  This is just a
chance to let you use your new skills!"

"Please Candy, not now!"  I begged. "I'm not ready to go out in public
just yet!"

"You have a cute new hairstyle, your makeup skills are quite good, and
you look great in some of your outfits! Trust me, you're ready!"

There was no arguing with Candy, I had found that out, so we spent the
rest of the day choosing outfits for the weekend and discussing how
we'd be spending it.

Since it was to be a warm weekend Candy suggested I wear a light pink
cotton top, a short white denim skirt, and a pair of medium
heels. We'd hit a couple of the area malls, stop for lunch and dinner
at some nice restaurants, then catch a movie. If it weren't for doing
it all as Bethany I might have looked forward to it. After all, Candy
was very pretty and fun to be with.  Any guy would be thrilled to be
dating her, but I'd be her girlfriend!

I doubt if I slept a wink that night, between my curlers and dread of
the next day, I tossed and turned the entire night. When morning
finally came I dragged myself to the shower and turned the water on as
hard as I could make it in an attempt to wake up. As I stood under the
stream from the shower I noticed an odd sensation of pain coming from
my chest, the water was hitting my breast area and it hurt! Trying to
focus my mind wasn't easy, I'd been taking showers all of my life and
never had a problem like this before. Suddenly I realized it was the
hormones I'd been taken! That had to be it, the doctor told me I'd be
noticing some sensitivity in my breasts and he was right! I carefully
reached up and turned the shower head to hit lower on my
chest. Shaking, I put my hand on my right breast and squeezed the
nipple ever so slightly. I immediately noticed that it didn't take
much pressure before I felt the sensation on my breast and worse yet
it felt good!

I finished getting cleaned up then sat on the side of the tub to
carefully run a razor over my legs. I hadn't really noticed any
stubble since I last used the cream hair remover two days ago but my
dress was a little short and I didn't want to take a chance of someone
noticing hair on my legs.

Once dried off I pulled on a pair of maroon colored panties mom had
bought for me. I had been sticking with white ones so far, but for some
reason I thought that wearing a pair of colored panties would somehow
make me feel more like a girl and so help me act more like one! Sure,
deep down inside I thought it was silly, after all if wearing
lingerie, stockings, and a skirt couldn't make me feel like a girl
what difference would the color of my panties make? Yet I quickly
pulled them on and hoped for the best! As I placed my breast forms
into my bra, though, I couldn't help but stare at my chest in the
mirror.  What would I look like and how would it feel to have real
breasts?  Thinking about having breasts led me to wonder what I was
going to look like after the final operation. Candy had hinted that
I'd be able to wear tight jeans with no problem, she even said that
I'd look good in a bikini! I hoped she was just joking with me yet
something in her voice told me she was serious! I guess it was when
she said she couldn't wait to see laying on a beach in a bikini with
my breasts attracting the attention of every male for miles! That was
a nightmare I was determined to avoid! I wasn't about to go to any
beaches, let alone be caught dead in a bikini, yet Candy had said that
I wouldn't be the first guy in the program to be proud of the way he
looked in a low cut dress or to one day decide that he'd like to see
what it would be like to wear a skimpy bikini. None of them had ever
regretted it, she had said with a smile!

That was a future problem I quickly decided as I finished zipping up
my skirt.  I had to get through a weekend of shopping as a woman first!
I took special care putting my makeup on and fixing my hair hoping to
look just right so that I'd blend as just another woman. I'd only had
a weeks worth of practice with this sort of thing and although Candy
had told me I was doing quite well it was still only within the
confines of my apartment. How good would I look to the clerks and
other customers in the stores? Would someone call security as I stood
in a dressing room wearing only a slip and bra?

In the midst of all my worries Candy showed up and gave me a very
close inspection saying that although I had done a great job there
were just a few things more to be done. Reaching into her purse she
selected something that looked like a pair of curved tweezers. Telling
me to hold perfectly still she clamped them onto my eyelashes and kept
them there for half a minute or so. After she finished with them she
picked up a tube of mascara on my vanity and proceeded to brush out my
lashes.

"You know you have beautiful long lashes, it's a shame they were
wasted on a guy!"

"Maybe I should look on the bright side, they'll certainly come in
handy for a couple of years!" I replied, trying to, if you'll excuse
the pun, put the best face on things.

"That's true!"  Candy laughed. "So will the fact that you're sort of a
late bloomer physically! The hormones will probably make a really good
looking woman out of you!"

"And if they don't, the doctor will, right?"  I asked sarcastically.

"I understand that this is really tough for you, Beth," Candy
said. "You're going to become a beautiful woman, the doctor can only
do so much with what's already there. You're thin, a little short for
a guy, and don't have much in the way of muscles. Once you've been on
female hormones for a little while you'll look pretty much like a
thirteen year old girl. A short time after that you're body will
develop more like a woman's, the doctor's just going to speed things
along a little, that's all."

"That's all!"  I exclaimed. "I'm going to end up with all the
necessary equipment to shower at the YWCA and you don't think that's a
problem?"

"Hey, I've been that way all of my life, it's no big deal!" laughed Candy.

"You were supposed to be remember?"  I shot back. "You were born that
way!"

"Well to paraphrase a famous saying, "Great women are made, not born!"
By now Candy was laughing so hard tears were rolling down her cheeks!

 " I suppose it could have been worse," I replied dourly. "I'm just a
little surprised at what you picked out for me to wear!"

Candy dried her tears with a tissue. "What did you expect, an evening
gown? You're supposed to fit in as a girl so you can get used to it. 
You're wearing what a lot of girls your age wear on a weekend,"
she told me in her exasperated voice.

"Sorry," I replied. "I guess I'm just sort of expecting the worst!"

"You're pretty scared aren't you?"  Candy asked, the concern in her
voice evident.

"Terrified!" I replied frankly. "I wish I would have gone home instead
of agreeing to this. I'm so scared I don't know what to do!"

"Just do as I say," Candy said soothingly. "I promise I'll take good
care of you. You're only supposed to get an understanding of what it's
like to be a woman, No one wants to see anything happen to you!"

"I hope you're right," I said as tears trickled down my cheeks.

"You can trust me, Beth," Candy said as she dried my tears. "Now let's
touch up your makeup and get started."

As we drove to the mall Candy kept up a line of conversation which
totally distracted me from thinking of the mall. Suddenly though I
realized what had happened, but Candy had already shut off the engine
and was getting out of the car.

"Come on, Beth," she called happily. "Can't stay in there forever!"

"I can try!"  I called back.

"No you can't!"  she laughed as she opened my side of the car and
pulled on my arm. "Let's go before people start looking at us!"

That became Candy's magic phrase. All she had to do to make me do
whatever she wanted was to remind me that I was attracting attention!

Trying to appear invisible I meekly followed Candy into the mall where
she headed straight for the women's section of a department store. She
browsed like a trooper through racks of dresses, slacks, tops, and
skirts while I tried to avoid running into another shopper. Finally
Candy led me to a rack of dresses and began asking my opinion of them.

"They're fine," I muttered. "Just fine, now let's go please!"

"Relax, Beth," she smiled. "This is part of your training. You've got
to learn how to choose your size, and what looks good on you! You
can't expect your mom to be picking out all of your clothes, you're a
big girl now!"

Candy was good at what she did, that much I had to admit. It took a
little work, but she was able to convince me that no one thought I was
out of place shopping for dresses. Once she accomplished that she
managed to get me caught up in another conversation and before I knew
what was happening I was walking into the dressing room with an
armload of outfits to try on.

 I wanted to tell Candy how mad I was that she had tricked me like
that, but she had made a clean get away to the opposite side of the
department where she stood with a big grin on her face! I knew I was
going to have to get used to this sort of thing sooner or later it was
just that I was hoping for later. Promising myself that I'd pay Candy
back somehow, I took my clothes, found an empty room and began to get
changed.

I needed all of the courage I could muster to leave the dressing room
and model the outfits for Candy but somehow I managed to walk out into
the store wearing a dark red velvet dress. The dress was very soft and
seemed to fit me like a glove, ending just a few inches above my
knee. The dress was so light weight that I had to look at myself
several times to make sure I was actually wearing it! It hugged my
bustline gently before flowing softly to my knees. As I stared at
myself in the mirror I found myself gently turning from side to side
the way I'd seen other women do as they modeled an outfit.  Candy's
training of the past week was paying off, I looked at the way I looked
and immediately knew that although the dress was a good fit I'd need
dark stockings, high heels, perhaps a gold necklace, or better yet
pearls to make it look just right!

"Bethany, you are one hot lady!"  whispered Candy as she
approached. "That dress is really you!"

"You might be right," I answered without thinking, smoothing out the
dress with my hands. "Dark stockings, some heels, and the right
accessories...."

"Wait a minute!"  I exclaimed as I realized what I was doing. "I
shouldn't be thinking like this!"

"Relax and go with your feelings, Beth!"  urged Candy. "You're hot and
you know it!"

Candy had called it right and I knew it. I knew that it was ridiculous
for me to be thinking about how what accessories I could wear to
really jazz up an outfit, but I couldn't help it! Candy had spent the
last week teaching me how to be a girl even to the point of guy versus
girl thinking and I just guess I'd learned my lessons a whole lot
better than I realized.

She'd taught me how to dress, fix my hair, do my makeup, walk, sit,
stand, talk, and apparently how to think like a girl. I thought I was
going through the motions of learning these things and it was a shock
to realize how well my lessons had stuck! Somehow I just knew what to
wear with this dress to make it really special and if knowing wasn't
bad enough I wanted to make it look special and I wanted it to look
that way on me!

"That's what scares me to death, Candy," I confided anxiously. "Is it
possible I always felt this way and didn't know it?"

"Maybe," she answered with that smile that could melt the polar ice
caps. Taking a quick look around to make certain that no one was close
enough to hear she continued. "But I'd bet on the hormones you're taking
are making you more susceptible to thinking this way. Your body's not the
only thing that's going to be changing, you know.  You're going to find
yourself thinking more like a woman, too!"

"Thinking like a woman!"  I whispered in a panic stricken voice. "What
happens when this is all through? Will I still think this way?"

"Only if you're lucky!"  Candy replied curtly. "If more men thought
that way they'd be a lot easier to get along with! Of course guys
don't need to know how to coordinate their eye shadow with their
lipstick, all they need to know is that women do not appreciate being
treated as bimbos! We appreciate a guy who treats us nicely and wants
to get to know us!"

"And if they don't you'll turn them into women right!"  I regretted it
as soon as I said it. Candy stared at me for what seemed like hours
before she replied.

"If it were up to me I'd just throw your sorry butt out of the
college!"  she hissed. "Remember, this was your choice! You could have
taken the macho way out and left, but you decided you'd rather spend
four years of your life as a woman! Now you're even complaining about
that!"

"I'm sorry Candy," I apologized. "I'm scared that I'll never be a guy
again!"

"And what would be so terrible about that!"  she shot back. "With your
attitude towards women, I doubt any girl would lose sleep over the
loss! Frankly you weren't that good looking, I'll bet you were never
much of a jock, probably didn't date that much, just fantasized about
what a stud you were!"

How could I answer that, I thought to myself. Candy had pretty much
summed up my life without ever knowing me. I was a mediocre athlete,
too short for basketball, too scrawny for football, and couldn't hit a
baseball if someone held it for me. I didn't date that much mostly
because I couldn't find that many girls I thought were worthy of going
out with me. I was exactly the guy Candy had described!

"Well," Candy asked impatiently.

"Well what?" I asked, hoping she wasn't asking me to confirm her
profile of me.

"Well was I right?" she asked pointedly.

Candy's smile was gone, she stared at me as if trying to push me into
the ground with her will. Once again shooting off my mouth had cost
me. First went my masculinity, now the only friend I had in this mess
was on the verge of leaving too!

"You're right," I said sadly. "Forgive me, please?"

"Do you think you can learn to keep your mouth shut?"  she asked.

"I promise to be good."

 "Drop the macho crap?"

"I'll be a good girl, I promise," I smiled hoping to break down the
wall that I had created between us.

"Okay, you're forgiven."  She sighed, her warm smile returning. "Now
be good and get back in there and try on those other outfits!"

As I turned to go back to the dressing room Candy added, "And don't
forget, you're a good girl!"

Our little spat had shaken me up very much. I'd come to think the
world of Candy and I didn't want to upset her. Who knows, maybe when
this craziness is over her and I can become more than the girlfriends
we seem to be now.

I did everything I could to be the 'good girl' I promised Candy I'd
be. I tried on every outfit Candy had chosen for me then found a few
more on my own.  I wanted to try on some slacks so badly it hurt but
Candy said it would be best to wait. She explained that first we'd
have to do something about the unsightly bulge that would show before
I could try some on. I nodded my head in agreement, I wasn't about to
be seen with long curly hair, eyeshadow and lipstick, and a bulge
where one shouldn't be. I wasn't sure what she had in mind but I had
no doubt that I 'd trust her.

We spent a little more time looking over some sexy party dresses, but
I couldn't work up the desire to buy one for myself just then. Candy
told me she understood and that it would be best to just let nature
take it's course saying that I'd find myself interested in that sort
of thing soon enough.  I thought about that for a little bit as we
continued to shop. Candy had mentioned several times now that I'd
notice changes in the way I thought about things, but we'd never really
talked about it.  I'd been taking female hormones for a week now and
it wouldn't be too much longer that I'd really need the bras I wore, so
I decided to ask all the questions I was afraid to have answered.

We strolled through the mall stopping now and then to admire an outfit
or two before stopping at the food court for a bite to eat. My voice
was by then starting to sound like a bad Carol Channing imitation so I
let Candy do the ordering for us, asking her to pick me up a double
cheeseburger with the works and a supersized Pepsi.  She came back
with a smile, two small salads and two small diet Pepsis!

"Where's my cheeseburger?"  staring at the small salad that she had
given me I thought I knew what starvation was going to feel like!

" I'm doing you a favor, Beth!"  she laughed. "That burger and shake
would end up on your hips and butt!"

"Some favor," I said still staring at my salad.  "Starvation or sex
change!"

"Actually, it's sort of starvation and sex change!"  Candy giggled.
"Think of this as one of the sacrifices women make to be beautiful!"

"Can't I just be plain and eat what I want?"  I whined. "I can't live
on salads and I hate diet anything!"

"Sorry, Beth, but you'll thank me for this when you see how great you
look in a size 9!"

I took small bites of salad hoping to make it last while sipping at my
Diet Pepsi. I never realized that girls ate this stuff because they
had to, I always thought they enjoyed it. God how I wanted to sink my
teeth into a double quarter pounder, a large order of French fries,
and a giant sized Pepsi! I could almost taste the pickles and cheese
on the burger and the fries were hot, salty, and delicious!

Candy seemed to be able to read my mind. "You'll get used to it soon,"
she said with that smile that could light a stadium. "Remember the
hormones will cause one heck of a weight gain if you're not careful."

"I'll live with the weight, please get me a cheeseburger," I begged
unashamed.

"Remember," Candy laughed. "Boys don't make passes at girls with fat
asses!"

"I'm starving and you give me dumb poetry!"  I whimpered.

"Not poetry, Beth," Candy sniggered. "Just one of the facts of life from
a girl's viewpoint!"

"This viewpoint you keep talking about.  How is making me look like a
girl supposed to help me understand it? I might look like a girl, but I
can't make myself think like one?"  I asked as I took another small
bite of my salad.

"It's not changing your looks that will make the difference," Candy
sighed.  "It's the hormones that are going to make a woman out of you
whether you want to be one or not! Once you're hormone level has
changed over to primarily female your mind will follow."

"What do you mean whether I like it or not?"  I almost choked on a
piece of lettuce. "I have to dress like this and put up with whatever
changes are made to my body, but that's it!"

"You don't really understand what's going to happen ,do you?"  Candy's
voice expressed her amazement. "Didn't they tell you anything before
you agreed to this?"

I no longer felt like such a tough guy, I was totally confused and
scared witless. "Well, yeah, they did talk about a lot of things but
I'd still really confused. Could you please help?"  I asked. "I don't
know who else I could ask."

Candy placed her hand over mine and I suddenly felt calmer.

"Sure, Beth," she replied gently. "Ask me anything."

We spent more than two hours just sitting there talking about what was
to come in the next four years and how I could deal with it. I told
her all of my fears and she helped me deal with them without ever
making me feel stupid. When we finally finished I realized that I felt
differently for Candy than I felt for any other girl before. Candy
wasn't just a great looking girl, she was my friend!

Candy and I spent the rest of that day and all of Sunday window
shopping in different malls, we caught a very romantic movie that I
actually enjoyed and I became more comfortable with being Beth. I knew
that the hormones were probably having some effect on me then.  I found
myself noticing little things that I never saw before, such as the
color of the sky at sunset, but somehow it wasn't going to be that
bad. After all Candy promised she'd be there whenever I wanted to talk
or maybe just have a good cry!

I learned a lot that weekend, how to coordinate an outfit, what to
look for in clothes, how to walk in heels, proper behavior in the
ladies room, and most importantly how to be a woman in public. We
shopped at many different stores, ate in food courts and fancy
restaurants, I even ended up with pierced ears, and in each place we
shopped or ate I was treated as a young woman. Just when I was
congratulating myself for doing so well Candy informed me that I still
had far to go.

"What do you mean I haven't done much?"  I asked baffled. "I can shop,
go to shows or restaurants and no one cares!"

"You're a stranger to them," Candy replied. "You still need to learn
how to interact on a more personal level, at work, school, or dating!"

"You keep talking about dating, but I can't see that happening."

"My experience is that after you've been on hormones for a few months
to a year you'll start looking at men differently,"  Candy told me.
"The change will be gradual the same as it is for teenage girls. One
day, though, you'll find yourself looking at some guy and realize that
to put it bluntly, you want him!"

"Tell me you're joking!"  I exclaimed. "How could I explain to dad
that I've got a boyfriend?"

"You're parents have been through an extensive counseling session,
Beth.  They're ready to help by accepting you as their daughter. If
that means occasionally bring a guy home or spending the night with a
guy they'll understand."

"Spending the night? Isn't that just a bit far fetched?'

"Once the operations over and you're all healed, sex as a woman will
be both possible and pleasurable for you!"

"Pleasurable," I gasped. "You mean..."

"I've helped eight other guys through this program. Beth.  All reported
orgasms.  Three never did make the switch back, two of them are now
happily married women!"

 "Married!" I was amazed. "To men?"

"Of course to men!"  Candy looked at em as if I had the IQ of a brick.

"Sorry to ask such a silly question," I was dumfounded. "Why would a
guy marry another guy?"

"For the thousandth and hopefully last time," Candy groaned. "Once
enrolled in this program you are legally considered to be a female. As
you'll soon see your birth certificate will say "Female" for your sex,
your drivers license will say female, every piece of ID you have will
be for a female named Bethany Lynn Chandler. All of your old school
records have been changed, everything that once said "James Chandler,
male" now reads "Bethany Chandler, Female"!

I was taken aback momentarily.  Every thing that I had done up to now
in my life had been erased and a different one was put in it's
place. I tried to explain my unease to Candy, but she shrugged it off.

"Everything has not been erased, Beth." She waved her fork around as if
it were some type of magic wand. "It's still there, you're still here,
just different that's all!"

"And getting more and more different all the time," I replied as I
crossed my legs and adjusted the hem of my skirt.

"That's life," Candy replied with a shrug. "Get used to it!"

And so for the next couple of weeks I did just that, I got used to
dresses and lingerie, I got used to being addressed as Miss in stores,
and I got used to voice lessons and having my facial hair zapped away
with a needle.  I even somehow got used to the appreciative stares and
occasional whistles from guys. Just when I thought I was zipping
along, making all the necessary adjustments an obstacle was placed in
my path.

Okay, so it was two obstacles, and they weren't placed in my path but
on my chest.

 After a month on estrogen I noticed that I was looking a little
better in some of my tighter skirts and tops. Actually the skirts and
tops hadn't been tight when I first started wearing them but somehow
had managed to get tighter over the last few weeks. As I looked at
myself in the mirror after dressing I noticed with just a little pride
that my butt has filled out as had my hips and chest. I wasn't going
to be a model for Bust Babes magazine, more for a teen girls training
bra ad.

Candy was delighted with my progress and announced that my breast
implant surgery was scheduled for the next weekend. I was still
undecided about getting implants, though part of me wanted to go back
to being an eighteen year old guy, yet I couldn't ignore the increasing
desire to wear low cut tops and dresses to show off my developing
cleavage.

By then my voice had changed, which along with the voice lessons
allowed me to sound like any other girl my age and my body had
developed the beginnings of some really great curves. I was well on my
way to developing into the hot looking babe Candy had said I would be,
so now it was time to help things along with breast implants.

I entered the hospital on Friday evening with a small overnight bag
containing my nightgown, underwear, cosmetics and a change of
clothing. I was given a thorough exam and told that Saturday I would
be operated on and released on Sunday. The doctor was pleased with my
development and said that I had developed a thirty one inch bustline
just with the hormones I'd taken.  He believed that there would be
further development even after the implants stopping he estimated at a
thirty six inch chest with a B cup. I was smiling inwardly, there
didn't seem to be anything I could do to stop it, but I didn't want
anyone to know that I was happy to be developing into a good looking
girl!

Getting some sleep that night was certainly tough to do since I had a
recurring nightmare that I was back in high school as Jim but yet I
had breasts! The girls pointed and laughed at me while the other boys
called me a cow when they weren't trying to brush against me for a
cheap feel! No matter how hard I tried to cover them up they kept
popping the buttons off my shirt and pushing it open! When the nurse
woke me for breakfast I could hardly eat because of the combination of
fear and anticipation I felt. I was just able to munch on a few bites
of toast and some juice it was time to get my implants.

 I thought they were going to put me to sleep for the operation but
instead they rubbed a liquid on my chest to numb it then gave me
several injections to make sure I wouldn't feel anything as the doctor
worked. As he worked the doctor repeated everything he had told me
before about my breast size, sensitivity, and what I call care and
upkeep. No, a thirty six B cup would not look out of place on my
frame. I'd have to be careful about bumping them or a week or so after
which the pain would subside followed by pleasurable sensations under
the right circumstances. No, it would not be a good idea to go braless
for at least several months.

By the time he finished with me I was so lost in thought that a nurse
had to tell me it was all over. Another milestone on the way to
becoming a coed had passed, along with the gentle curves of my waist,
hips, and butt I could now add breasts.

A nurse held a mirror in position to let me get a look at my new chest
and I was stunned to see two perfectly formed breasts rising gently
from my chest, ending in nipples I had only seen in Playboy!

"What do you think, Miss Chandler?" The doctor asked obviously proud of
his work.

"Uh they're nice, really nice," I muttered as I stared in the mirror.

"It takes some getting used to," the nurse said as she lowered the
mirror. "Quite a big change becoming a woman. Trust me, though.  You're
going to be beautiful. Some of the patients that we see will never
look half as nice as you do.

"Thanks," I smiled up at her. She was probably about thirty years and
very nice to look at, yet I noticed that I didn't seem to be looking at
her with exactly the same feelings as I expected. Instead I noticed
how she did her hair, her makeup, and wondered if I looked as good as
she did!

Back in my room the nurse helped me put on a bra and nightgown since
it was a little painful lifting my arms. Once I had my breasts nestled
in the cups the nurse fastened the hooks and adjusted the straps
causing the bra to lift and support my breasts in a comfortable
manner. The cool nylon nightgown felt so good against my skin after
spending hours in the rough paper one the hospital made me wear for
surgery. I laid back in my bed and fell fast asleep. When I woke up
Candy was sitting next to the bed smiling at me.

"Hi!"  I said for some reason feeling quite perky. "Thanks for
coming!"

"You must have had a bad night, you've been out for hours!"

I told her all about my dreams and how they had kept me up most of the
night.  "I feel better now though, that nap really helped!"

"No nightmares I take it?"  Candy grinned.

"No, none at all!"  I answered happily. "Thanks for asking though."

"Judging from the look on your face as you slept you must have been
having some great dreams!"

I suddenly remembered just what it was I had dreamed about and began
to blush. "Yeah, they were okay I suppose."

"Come on," chided Candy playfully. "Why are you blushing?"

"I just realized what I was dreaming about," I said averting her
gaze. "A bit racy!"

"So tell me," Candy laughed. "I just love hearing about dreams, the
racier the better by the way!"

I resisted as long as possible but Candy finally wore me down and I
spilled all of the details of my dream.

"I was lying on a beach wearing a white swimsuit getting a tan,"  I
told her.

"That's not racy," Insisted Candy. "I know you're holding back on me
now confess or I'll introduce you to some guys I know who would love
to take a sweet young thing like you to a beach for some fun!"

"All right already, it wasn't exactly a white swimsuit, it was a white
bikini!"

"A teeny weeny bikini?"  laughed Candy.

"Teeny weeny," I confirmed with an embarrassed smile.

"Just laying there getting a tan?"  prodded Candy.

"Well I was having suntan lotion put on," I admitted.

"Go on," Candy urged with an evil looking grin.

"That's it. So how was your weekend?"  I was trying to distract her
but Candy was like a hound on the scent of her quarry.

"Who was putting the lotion on you?"  persisted Candy.

"Some guy," I murmured.

"So let me get this straight," she laughed. "You were laying on a
beach in a little white bikini and some guy was putting suntan lotion
on you? Sounds pretty hot to me!"

"It wasn't what it sounds like!"  I insisted.

"It sounds hot, it was hot!" Candy shot back. "A hunk putting lotion
on you while you lay there!"

"Not a hunk, " I exclaimed. "My husband!"

"Husband!"  exclaimed Candy.

"Hey, it was just a dream!" I pouted. "I can't help what I dream
about."

"Anyone I know?"  Candy asked slyly.

"The doctor again," I said in a hushed voice.

"Girl, you've got it bad for him don't you?"  Candy asked. "Personally
I don't think he's all that cute!"

"Neither do I, really," I explained. "I don't know why he keeps popping
up in my dreams!"

"Probably because he's the most important male in your life right now
I suppose."  Candy shrugged. "Once you start back to school you'll
meet other guys and forget about him."

"God, I hope so!"  I said troubled by my dream. "It's so scary to be
dreaming about a guy like that!"

"Not for women it isn't, Beth," Candy told me. "Actually women do a lot
of fantasizing about what it would be like to be married to guys they
know. Didn't you ever see girls in school writing their names with a
guy's last name?"

"You're right," I exclaimed. "I always thought they were being silly,
now it's happening to me! Hormones?"

"Hormones," Candy nodded. "Your brain is starting to adjust to the
female hormones you're taking. You're beginning to think of yourself
as a female"

"Please don't tell anyone about this," I pleaded. "I'd die if my
parents found out I was dreaming about wearing bikinis and laying on
the beach with another guy!"

"They're going to notice soon enough, Beth," Candy said
softly. "They'll probably even be looking for signs of change. You
can't hide the physical changes, so you might as well just let the
mental ones run their course over the next few years."

"But I'm so scared," I confided. "What will people think of me? Will
anyone want to bother with a freak like me?"

 "You're a lovely young woman, Beth," Candy said as she held my hand to
comfort me.  "This will make a better son out of you when it's all
over . Your family will understand that and love you as their daughter
until then."

Candy was wonderful to me.  We talked and talked for hours until she
was sure I felt better and had a better understanding and acceptance
of my new role in life. Maybe if I had a friend like her before I
wouldn't have been stupid enough to get into this situation!

I slept well again that night after coming to terms with the changes
in my body. I did dream about the doctor and the beach again, but this
time I didn't feel guilty about it when I woke up. I just had this
incredibly peaceful, happy feeling as I thought about what it might be
like to actually wear a bikini and have a guy put lotion on me. After
all I was going to have to spend the next four years as a woman why
not take advantage of it?

After I was released I followed the post operation directions to the
letter and soon my breasts were healed and pain free when I touched
them and boy did I ever touch them! I couldn't stop thinking about how
they were supposed to become sensitive to the touch and how they felt
in the shower just after I started taking hormones. One night after my
bath I slipped into the bottoms of a pair of frilly baby doll PJ's I'd
bought for myself, slid the ruffled top over my head and gently rubbed
my breasts through the filmy material. I had masturbated some as I
grew up, but the feeling I was getting from rubbing my breasts was so
foreign, so strange, and so much more wonderful than anything I could
compare it to! I turned out my light, lay back on my bed and fell
asleep hoping for dreams of a warm sandy beach and a great looking guy
who wanted to help with my suntan lotion!

 I went back for a checkup a couple of weeks later and the doctor was
delighted with the way my breasts had healed and the effects of the
hormones on my body. He used some strange looking device to measure my
body fat thickness and then showed me a chart where he'd been
recording the changes in my body of the last couple of months. I
didn't really need the chart to know that I'd changed, but I still felt
drawn to look at it.

My body fat had increased pretty much everywhere on my body, but had
more than doubled in my hips, butt, thighs, and chest.  Before the
hormones I had been a thirty inch chest, before the implants I had
increased to a thirty two inch chest with an AA cup, and now I was a
thirty four with an A cup on my way to a thirty six B cup! My waist
was thirty one inches before hormones, but thanks to Candy's harping
about my diet and the hormones I was down to twenty seven inches. My
hips had, of course, blossomed out from the hormones and had increased
from thirty four to thirty six inches! It gave me a sort of sick feeling to 
realize that I was an eighteen year old guy with measurements of thirty 
four, twenty seven, thirty six! I hadn't worn a pair of slacks in more than 
two months, had moderately long curly hair, the voice of a sixteen year 
old girl, and my sex drive was centering on guys who could help with my 
suntan! All reversible they promised, all reversible I prayed!

My final change was scheduled for two weeks later so I decided it was
time to visit my parents and give them a chance to get used to their
new daughter. I'd been in touch with my mother occasionally but
neither of us ever seemed to want to bring up the subject of how I'd
changed. Later that day after my checkup I gave her a call and told
her I'd like to come home for a visit. She asked if everything was
okay and I told her that I'd just been in for a checkup and wanted to
come home for a little while before my final surgery. She was thrilled
with the idea but asked if I wouldn't be taking too much of a chance
that someone I knew would recognize me.

"Trust me mom," I laughed nervously. "I don't even recognize me
anymore!"

Dad offered to pick me up and bring me home, but I thanked him and told
him that I was still capable of driving, but that it was sweet of him
to offer. I think the part about being sweet surprised and disturbed
him since there was silence for several seconds before he responded.

"All right then," he finally replied. "Just don't speed or anything so
you don't get stopped by the police.  You wouldn't want to explain why
you're dressed like that to anyone."

I didn't want to explain things over the phone so I just thanked him
for the advice and said that I'd see him and mom on the next day. I
hung up the phone and went to pack feeling just a little upset
wondering how my parents would react to the way I now looked. I hoped
mom had told dad everything but of course I hadn't told her everything
myself. She knew that I'd been dressing as a woman since the day I
came back to the school and I had told her about having my hair done
and the hormones but I didn't tell her about the effects the hormones
had on me or about the implants.

I picked out a pretty tame outfit to wear for the trip home; a nice
denim skirt with a pink top I had recently bought. The skirt was
short, ending about six inches above my knee, but thanks to the
hormones I now had the figure and legs that looked outstanding in it!
The top was a short sleeved ribbed one in a shade of pink that Candy
and I had both thought went well with my complexion. I chose a pair of
pink sneakers and pink, turn down ankle socks for a casual type look.

Satisfied with my choice I packed up a few more skirts and tops along
with a couple of dresses just in case we went anywhere fancier than
McDonald's to eat. I packed up enough lingerie for the week along with
cosmetics, nightgowns, and a few pairs of flats and heels then set my
cases aside for morning. I took a long hot bubble bath, shaved my legs
then slipped into my babydoll nightgown to watch TV before I called it
a night.

The sun streaming into my window woke me before my alarm the next
morning. I gently rubbed the sleep from my eyes being careful not to
poke myself in the eye with my nails. I brushed my teeth and set my
hair while I waited for my breakfast to finish. Mom had taught me the
basics of cooking years before, but being on my own the last few months
had really given me a chance to sharpen those skills. Candy would
often stop over and I'd prepare us a great breakfast of crepes, fruit,
and tea or my specialty dinner of oriental chicken with stir fried
veggies, a salad of course, and for a special treat - a homemade pie
or coffee cake. Candy used to delight in teasing me about what a great
wife I'd make some lucky guy, but the fun wore off when the hormones
kicked in big time and I started to blush and thank her!

I took my time with breakfast telling myself I wanted to make sure my
hair turned out just right, but it was mostly just stalling. I was
still afraid of meeting my parents as a girl.  I putzed and poked as
long as possible, but finally I had to get ready, there was just no
putting it off any longer.

I had once thought that going out in public with a dress on was the
hardest thing I'd ever have to do. I was wrong, though.  Getting to my
bedroom to get dressed that day was much harder! I practically had to
pick up each foot and place it down just to walk to my room and then I
didn't want to take off my nightgown. It wasn't just that I spent most
of my spare time in my nightgown, although I did practically live in
them around the apartment. I knew that if I took off my nightgown I'd
have to get dressed and then meet my family so if I just didn't get
dressed I wouldn't have any problems!

What little was left of my male pride put up it's best fight, but lost
rather quickly to my newly created female pride in the way I looked, so
off came the nightgown and on went the slip, bra, skirt, top, and a
few other incidentals. The other incidentals were the tribute my
developing female personality demanded for winning the argument over
dressing. These incidentals took the form of a necklace, several
bracelets, perfume, and the makeup I promised myself I wouldn't wear!

I didn't want to overdo the makeup part, but I did want to look really
nice so I settled for blush, a soft pink eyeshadow and lipstick. I
took out my curlers and carefully brushed out my hair taking great
pains to give it a loose curl that I found looked really pretty.

Once I had my makeup and hair done I checked my outfit, sprayed a
little perfume between my breasts, behind my ears and knees, grabbed
my luggage, and was off for home hoping that my parents would accept
me as the woman I was quickly becoming!

My hands were sweating profusely as I pulled into the driveway at
home. I was happy to see that only my parent's cars were in the
driveway.  This was going to be tough enough without having an
audience. Shutting off the engine I glanced into my rear view mirror
to check my makeup then grabbed my purse and headed for the
house. Letting myself in the front door I heard mom and dad rushing to
meet me.

"Jim, is that you?  Welcome..."  Dad called as he walked into the
room. He looked at me and suddenly seemed to lose track of what he
wanted to say.

"Is he here honey?"  Mom called to dad from the kitchen.

"Well, I guess so," Dad muttered as he stared at me for several
painful seconds. Just as I was about to turn and run crying from the
house he broke into a smile, put his arms around me and held me tight.

"Yes dear, she is!"  he called back.

Mom rushed into the room and without a second glance threw her arms
around me and hugged me tight. Mom was always a hugger and a hug was
something I needed most right then.

"You look so pretty, Beth!" she said as she held me close. "Doesn't
she dear?"

Dad smiled. "Mom's right Beth, I'll bet you have to beat the guys off
with a stick!"

"That hasn't been a problem so far, dad," I said as I put down my
purse. "I'm sort of hoping to avoid that sort of thing, if you know what
I mean."

"I understand, Beth," Dad replied softly. "But you are a very pretty
young woman and the guys are certainly going to notice a girl as cute
as you are."

"We'll talk about that stuff later, Bob, " Mom said to dad. "Be a
gentleman and bring in our daughter's luggage!"

  "I can manage it myself," I said starting towards the door. Mom
wasn't about to let that happen though, holding me tight.

"Why don't you women folk have a cup of tea and catch up on old
times," Dad laughed as he walked out the door. "I'll take your 
luggage to your room, Beth."

 I was so relieved that I almost cried. My parents were the most
wonderful people on this earth.  Here I was done up like a girl and
they were acting as if it was perfectly natural! Mom and I quickly
took dad's advice and went into the kitchen to talk alone for a
while. Dad always seemed to know how to take care of things and this
time he was right as usual. I just felt a strong need to be alone with
mom and have a mother daughter talk!

When dad finally came back mom had already gotten me past the
difficult part of openly discussing how I felt about what had been
done to me and what was to come. Dad quietly took a seat at the table
and listened as I poured my heart out about how the hormones were
changing me both physically and mentally.

"How often do you take them?" he asked as he glanced at the cleavage
revealed by my low cut top. "Are they all from hormones?"

"Everyday," I said surprised at how easy it was for me to talk like
this. "No, I was only a thirty two before I had the implants.  Now I'm
a thirty four B and I should end up as a thirty six B soon.

"You look so nice.  Do you do your own makeup?"  Mom asked sweetly.

"Thanks mom, you're sweet! I took classes to learn abut makeup, hair
styling, and clothes,"  I told them. "I had to learn everything any
girl my age would be expected to know!"

"I'd say you paid very close attention," marveled dad, glancing at my
crossed legs. "Your hair, makeup, and outfit are perfect.

"You even act like a lady!"  Mom said with pride in her voice.

"I never knew they had classes to help make men into women," Dad said
puzzled. "Is that something new?"

"They're actually for guys who want to become women, dad," I
explained. "Before a guy can have surgery to become a woman he has to
live for a year as a woman. The classes are designed to teach him how
to look and act like a woman to make it easier for him to adjust."

"I suppose it's not easy for you," Dad said sympathetically.

"At first it wasn't ," I admitted. "But the hormones seem to be making
it easier and easier."

"What do you mean?"  Mom asked. "Do they make you want to be a woman?"

" Kind of," I explained. "Is just that I don't mind the clothes and
stuff like I did when I started. I wasn't going to wear any makeup
today, but then I just sort of felt like I should!"

"That's not too bad I guess," Mom smiled. "Actually it's sort of good
for you, it helps to make you look your best!"

"I never realized that a man could actually feel like a woman," Dad
said. "Not to be nasty, but do you have to feel like that?"

"I didn't feel this way at first, dad, honest," I exclaimed. "But the
more female hormones I get in my system the more natural it feels to
wear the makeup and pretty under..."

I suddenly realized that I had gone too far and hoped my parents
hadn't noticed. I should have known better, though.  Dad was known for
being a good listener and this time was no different.

"Pretty what?"  Dad asked.

"Underwear," I replied starting to cry. "I seem to like wearing really
pretty underwear, it feels so nice and looks so pretty, I can't help
myself!"

"Don't cry, Beth," Mom said as she dried my cheeks. "You're just
feeling what any woman feels, it's fun to wear sexy lingerie! It makes
a woman feel pretty and feminine.  It's what separates us from men!"

"But I don't want to be separate, mom," I cried. "I'm turning into a
woman and I can't stop myself.  Worse yet I don't want to!"

Dad put his arm around me and hugged me tightly to him. "You're going
to have to relax and let yourself go, Beth," he said gently. "You have
to spend four years as a woman, it'll be easier if you don't try to
fight it. Relax and enjoy your life."

"But dad," I cried. "You don't understand. I like wearing pretty
clothes and makeup. I like the way guys have been looking at me."

"I understand better than you might think, Beth," Dad replied. "Mom and
I have talked about this quite a bit since you left. It's certainly a
unique way of teaching you a lesson, but it's an important lesson you
obviously had to learn. You've changed quite a bit in just the last
few months.  It's too bad it took this to change you."

"But what about when it's over?"  I wailed. "What if I still feel like
a woman?"

 "I think you'd make a lovely daughter, Beth," Mom replied. "But you'll
have to make that choice when the time comes."

 "I'm afraid that I'm making that choice now, though," I said in
despair. "I'm really getting to enjoy being a girl."

"Don't worry about it, Beth," Mom told me. "Life isn't that much
different for men and women. You still have to make it through college
either way."

"Why don't you ladies go up and get things put away," Dad said to end
the conversation. "By the way Beth, I'd be honored if you and mom
would join me for dinner tonight?  If you need something to wear maybe
mom could lend you a dress or something."

"That sounds like fun dad," I said happily. "Is this going to be
someplace fancy?"

"Yes, I suppose you could say that.  Is that a problem?"

"No," I said with a smile. "I have just the dress to wear!"

 Mom and I had a wonderful time putting my things away and she just
loved the outfit I planned on wearing that night. I bought the dress
on my very first solo shopping trip. It was just right for a warm
evening out to a nice restaurant, white with a black top, black and
white buttons going down the front, and a white waist length jacket
that contrasted beautifully with the black fabric that made up the top
of the dress.

I was just doing a little shopping trying to get used to being out
alone when I saw the dress and something made me want to try it
on. Once I had it on and saw the way it clung to my bustline and hips
like a glove I knew I had to have that dress!

A quick mental check of my wardrobe turned up nothing in the line of
shoes, stockings, or accessories that the dress simply cried out for,
so after purchasing the dress I picked up a pair of white heels, very
sheer stockings, a small white clutch bag, a pair of imitation pearl
earrings, and a black and white necklace to complete my outfit!

As we put my clothes away mom and I talked about the changes in me and
how I felt about them. She was so understanding when I told her how
confused I was, but like dad, she insisted that it would be for the best
if I thought of myself as a female and not just a male being made to
look like one. I began to cry and told her that I just wasn't sure I
could do that.  Sometimes I thought of myself that way, yet there was
always a deep fear that I'd be recognized and laughed at.

"I don't know what to do mom," I cried. "I've learned a lot about how
to look and act like a girl, but how do I go about "Being" a girl?"

Mom took me by the hand and led me to my bed where she sat down next
to me.

"By relaxing," she said quietly. "You're very pretty and no one's ever
going to think of you as a boy. Just calm down and enjoy being a
woman.  Let men open doors for you and treat you nicely. Smile at them,
thank them, flirt with them a little. It makes them feel more of a man
to have a pretty girl smile at them and they'll make you feel more
like a woman!"

"How could I possibly flirt with another guy, mom?" I said teary
eyed. "They'll be able to tell that something's not right!"

"I didn't say go to bed with them, silly," Mom laughed. "Women flirt in
a thousand little ways that men can pick up on.  When a nice looking
man catches your eye, hold his eye's with yours and smile back. If
you're approaching a door at the same time as a man, slow down so that
he can open it for you. When you go through the door look directly at
him, smile and thank him, you'll make his day for him!"

"I never realized what suckers guys were for a pretty girl," I said
with a grin. "I can't believe that I even fell for a few of those
tricks!"

"If you do it right, dear," Mom said quietly. "They'll never know what
hit them. The trick is to make them think it's all their idea while
you're wrapping them up like Christmas presents to be placed under a
tree. You will be that tree and you'll never be lonely!"

"Sounds like fun, mom," I said as I gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Who
knows, this could get to be fun!"

"Being a woman is fun, sweetheart, you'll see that soon enough!"  She
laughed as we hugged each other. "Believe me you're going to have the
time of your young life over the next few years, relax and live your
life to it's fullest!"

"Thanks, mom," I said relieved. "You're wonderful, I wish we could have
talked before. Maybe we wouldn't have had to talk now!"

"But then I wouldn't have had this lovely young woman as my daughter!"
Laughed mom. "And I think that would have been just terrible!"

Mom and I laughed and talked about what we'd be doing during my visit
and instead of the fear that I had earlier I was eagerly anticipating
shopping as mother and daughter! Besides mom promised to buy me a new
dress and I've sort of had my eye on this short sleeved blue jersey
dress that looked fabulous when I tried it on last week. The weather
was going to be getting warmer and that dress looked like it would be
cool yet dressy enough to wear most anywhere!

That afternoon I pampered myself with a long hot bath in a tub with
plenty of bath oil added. I leisurely shaved my legs and underarms
then laid back to relax and enjoy the hot water as it enveloped my
body. I was still having a little trouble getting used to having
breasts, while dressed they were a weighty feeling on my chest that I
soon got used to but here in a tub of water they seemed to poke up out
of the water as a visible symbol of my change. I was well along the
path to womanhood and my breasts, soft skin, and gentle curves were
there to keep me focused on the road ahead!

I carefully patted myself dry with a fluffy towel, slipped into a pair
of white panties with nothing but lace for the front and sides. I had
picked them and several other pairs in assorted colors along with a
few satiny bras that looked sinfully sexy and felt wonderful when I
tried them on at my apartment later that day! I picked out one of my
satin bras, gently placed it over my breasts then hooked it up
immediately noticing the secure feeling of support I was longed for. I
couldn't understand how years ago women had burned their bras
declaring themselves liberated from them. Although I hated wearing one
at first I got used to them without a problem and now that I had
breasts I felt naked without one on! Not just that they also appealed
to the new feelings caused by the female hormones, I found that bras
didn't have to be simply something to hold my breasts up.  If I chose 
the right one it also made me feel very sexy and feminine! There were 
all kinds of different bra's to choose from, but satin and lace were my 
first choices!

After rolling my hair in my hot curlers and doing my nails in a deep
shade of red I sat back in just my bra and panties reading a copy of
Seventeen. Another little thing I had noticed was that I was becoming
increasingly interested in the fashion tips and beauty hints section
of the magazine and would sometimes spend hours setting my hair or
fixing my makeup to imitate something I'd seen in Seventeen. Some of
the articles seemed like they were meant for younger girls but I was
still pretty much of a novice at this sort of thing so the articles
were really helpful to me. Even the articles on what other girls
thought were important qualities in a guy seemed to hold me in a
spell!

 Once my hair and nails were done I slipped into the pretty
white full slip over my head and let it come to rest over my hips. I
knew that the matching bra, slip, and panty set were perfect the
moment I set eyes on it even though I was just a little unsure of how
I'd like a full slip instead of the half slips I'd been wearing. Once
I tried them on though the feeling of the nylon across my stomach and
the sight of the lace trim being held out by the full cups of my bra
convinced me that I was right. Now as I looked at myself in the mirror
a small part of my mind wanted to rebel against my transformation but
it was becoming a less and less important part of my thinking,
increasingly I wanted to look pretty, to wear nylon, satin, and lace!

I carefully rolled on my nylons to avoid putting a tear or run in
them. They were so light and delicate yet they clung to my legs like a
second skin made of silk! It took more than five minutes to get the
pantyhose on, far longer than I typically took but this was an
important occasion and everything had to be just perfect! I pulled on
my dress without hesitating, I wanted to look pretty and feel special
and I found that dresses were perfect for that purpose. Wearing skirts
was fine but the feel of putting on that dress just made me feel so
feminine in a way that seemed to excite me to no end! Mom said it was
the special thrill that a girl has when she gets all dressed up and
realizes that she's not a little girl anymore but is on the verge of
womanhood, a very important time in a girl's life!

I had to use my parent's room to do my hair and makeup since my old
bedroom just wasn't meant for a girl. Dad was dressed and as usual
grumbling about how long it took women to get ready.

"You don't have half the work to get ready that we do dad!"  I
laughed. "I had to shave my legs, put up my hair, do my nails, and you
wouldn't believe how much these stockings cost, I had to be careful
putting them on! Trust me dad, this girl stuff is hard work!"

Dad hesitate for a second as though there was something on his mind. A
smile began to gradually form then he kissed me on the head and told
me how beautiful I was! Dad had kissed me goodnight until I was eleven
years old but this kiss was something different, an expression of his
approval of me as a woman! I was so touched that I began to break into
tears, nothing could have possibly meant as much to me as that single
kiss!

"Thanks dad," I cried. "I'm sorry I got myself into this mess, it'll
all work out I promise."

"Don't worry about it sweetheart, just do your best and enjoy your
life," he said as a tear trickled down his cheek. "If nothing else
I'll have a beautiful daughter for the next four years and I'll always
remember her!"

Mom offered us both some tissue to dry out eyes with then helped touch
up my mascara. "He's right, Beth.  You are beautiful, you know."

"Was he always such a sweet talker mom?"  I asked giddily.

"Always dear, that's why I married him. He knows just how to make a
girl feel good about herself. That's an important quality to look for
in a man."

"I'll try to remember that after my little adventure is over mom," I
said as I brushed on my lipstick. "It'll be a great tip for finding
the right girl."

"Or guy," Mom added cleverly. "You can never be sure of what the
future holds for you!"

I smiled as I thought about my dreams. Maybe mom was right and my
future lay in the arms of a man who made me feel as wonderful as dad
made mom feel. Would that be so bad?

"I'll remember mom, I promise," I replied with a warm smile. Dad was
out of the room by then but mom seemed to catch the meaning of my
words and smiled back at me. It was just one of those special moments
between a mother and her daughter!

Mom and I finished out hair and makeup then helped each other smooth
out the little wrinkles and lines from our outfits before we presented
ourselves to dad. The look of love on his face did not diminish in the
slightest as he shifted his gaze between us.

"I'm going to be the envy of every man in the place tonight," he
laughed. "Two beautiful women and they're both mine!"

"One of us is yours," corrected mom. "You're going to have to get used
to sharing Beth with other men and tonight might be a good time to
start!"

"Sharing," I laughed nervously. "Other men?"

"This is my guy," Mom said playfully as she squeezed dad's arm. "You
can have a dance or two, but that's it.  You'll just have to find a man
of your own!"

"You're a beautiful young woman, Beth.  It's only natural that men will
find you attractive," Dad replied as if he were telling me what my
shoe size was. "We want you to relax and enjoy yourself."

 "He means we want you to date, Beth," Mom added. "Meet men, date them,
enjoy being a woman!"

I thought back to the little secrets of flirting mom and I had
discussed earlier and wondered if I could actually interest a man. The
idea did appeal to me in a crazy sort of way!

"I'll give it a try, but I wouldn't be looking forward to grandchildren
if I were you two!"  I laughed. "At least not right away!"

 "You're still learning the ways of the world, Beth," Mom said
gently. "Just go slow and you'll remember this as a wonderful time."

"I'll try my best, mom," I said softly. "I promise."

I couldn't believe the things that happened that night! As we walked
into the restaurant I noticed guys staring at me as we passed. The
look was unmistakable, they were checking me out as if I were some
sort of dessert that they could have after their meals! A couple of
times I caught myself staring at a guy for a moment too long and would
be met by a big smile. At first I quickly turned my head, but as the
evening passed I found myself thinking about mom's advice on
flirting. The next time I saw a guy who struck me as cute, yes I did
begin to think of some guys as cute, I held his stare and smiled at
him. It was phenomenal, I could almost feel the electricity in the air
as he returned my smile!

Everything was just so special that night, dad was treating me as if I
were some sort of a Porcelain doll, holding my chair for me, ordering
my dinner, but what made the evening truly wonderful though was
dancing with dad!

All through dinner the band was playing nothing but soft, romantic
music, just perfect to enjoy a delicious dinner. When we had finished
eating dad and mom went off to dance. Several songs went by before
they returned. Dad gallantly held mom's chair as she sat then extended
his hand to me and asked me to dance!

I was stunned and pleaded with him that I didn't know how to dance, but
he insisted that I'd be fine, all I had to do was follow him. Dad just
stood there holding out his hand and smiling at me so to avoid a scene
I took his hand and followed him to the floor.

It all seemed so strange as we walked hand in hand to the dance floor,
my small, delicate looking hand with long red nails, nestled in dad's
large protective looking hands. As dad took my hand in his and held me
close as we danced to one song after another I felt so happy to be
there with him that I wished the night would never end. Finally he
gently kissed me on the head and led me back to the table where mom
sat beaming at us.

"I wish I had a picture of you two dancing out there," she said teary
eyed. "It was so sweet!"

I was about to be swept away in the torrent of emotion when I suddenly
felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. Looking up I saw a guy that defined
the word cute smiling down at me.

"Hi," he said with a smile. "Would you like to dance?"

I couldn't decide just what to do.  I wanted so much to give in to my
emotions and dance with him, yet I couldn't help thinking that I would
be in the arms of another guy. I gave a quick glance at mom who smiled
and nodded so slightly that no one else could have noticed, yet in that
instant she clearly told me to go. I forced the negative feelings from
my head, looked up at the guy and began to get out of my chair. No
sooner had I started to move, than he grasped the chair to help
me. Once again I was being led by the hand, but this time it was
different.

My partners grip was gentle, yet I could feel the underlying strength
in his grip and that seemed to excite me! I was going to experience a
traditional male/female ritual as a female and my heart was pounding
with excitement! The music started and he clasped my hand in his in a
manner that made our roles clear - for this dance he was the strong
protective male and I was a pretty flower to be held close and
admired. With my heels on I stood about five foot nine, but Jack still
towered over me, which I found made it even easier for me to accept my
role as a girl.

We danced four or five slow songs before the band began to play some
faster songs.  My new friend Jack and I stayed to enjoy a few more
dances. Even though we were no longer physically close to each other I
could still sense the attraction we had for each other and wondered if
he felt it, too. I smiled happily each time we met each other's eyes
and it was clear to see that mom was right, Jack may have been taller
and stronger than I was, but he was happy to do whatever he could to
please me!

After we danced Jack and I sat and talked for over an hour before he
asked if I'd like to go to a few other clubs with him. I politely
declined, not wanting to be alone with a guy just yet. Jack seemed a
little sad, but smiled and told me how he hoped I'd stop back some time
so we could dance again. I thought it was a wonderful idea and decided
to try to get home during breaks in school to check out a few of the
places he'd mentioned. Maybe I'd run into him again or at the least
find another guy who would hold me tight and make my new emotions
boil!

Back at home I hung up my dress and stared at myself in the mirror for
a few minutes as I ran my hands over my silk covered body. Nearly two
months of female hormones had changed me so much that I enjoyed having
a guy ask me to dance and then hold me close.  I never felt like I
needed to be protected before, but now it was such an intoxicating
feeling to have someone want to protect me, a feeling I found very
easy to get used to!

As I was taking off my makeup and getting ready for a bath mom stopped
in for a little talk I felt a little self conscious having mom see me
in my lingerie, a silly feeling since she had to figure that if I was
wearing a dress and stockings I certainly wouldn't be wearing a tee
shirt and jockey shorts with them. Mom acted as if it was no big deal,
sat down on the edge of my bed and began to have another mother -
daughter talk with me.

"I was a little concerned about you tonight, Beth," she said. "You have
to be careful about men, you haven't had the experience most girls
your age have you know."

"What did I do wrong?"  I asked puzzled.  "I thought it was okay to
dance with that guy."

"You didn't really do anything wrong, dear.  It's just he's a little too old
for you, that's all,"  Mom replied. "You're still too young to handle
older men."

"I don't understand mom, what's so different about how old a guy is?"

"I believe he mistook you for a woman in her mid twenties and that
could lead to different expectations, than a girl your age is ready
for,"  explained mom.  "You looked old enough to accept the
responsibilities of an older woman and I sort of sensed that you were
getting in too deep."

"I'll die if you ever mention this to dad, mom, but that guy brought out
feelings in me that I never thought possible!"  I whispered. "The way
he held me tight and the look in his eyes..."

"I understand, dear," Mom replied as she took my hand in hers. "Maybe
in a few years those feelings will be appropriate for you, but not
now."

"You mean because I'm a guy?"  I asked, my voice starting to
tremble. "I didn't feel anything like a guy when he held me." 

"Because you're not a woman yet," Mom said. "You look like a woman 
and you're beginning to feel like a woman, but you're actually still just a
girl. You need to mature a little more before you can truly understand
the emotions that you're experiencing. Just stick with boys your age
for now okay?"

"Thanks for the advice mom," I said as I hugged her tight. "I'm sorry
I worried you tonight."

Mom smiled at me for a moment. "You know Beth, you're a mother's dream
daughter. I'm going to miss you when this is all over."

"Then let's enjoy each other now, mom," I said as tears welled in my
eyes. "If I had to be anyone's daughter I'm glad I'm yours!"

We hugged and held each other then both broke down and cried. I never
felt closer to my mother in my life than I did that night!

We had lunch together the next day, I chose a simple white cotton
dress with yellow flowers along with a pair of low heeled yellow
sandals for the day. The dress slid softly over my re-engineered body
falling just inches below the lace trim of the half slip I wore. I
unbuttoned a few of the top buttons on the dress exposing just a hint
of my cleavage then fastened the matching belt as tight as possible to
emphasize a bit more of my new figure. I was showered with compliments
from mom and dad over how nice I looked, mom told me that I looked
just right, my outfit being just tight enough to show off my shape
without calling too much attention to myself. Mom introduced me to a
few of her friends as the daughter of one of her oldest friends who
stopped by to stay before going off to college. They all accepted the
story several even told me to be careful at college since it was to be
my first time away from home. "You know those college boys have only
one thing on their minds!" one woman advised me. I did my best to keep
a straight face as I said that I understood this particular school had
a good reputation for keeping those kinds of boys out.  I could just
imagine the shock if she only knew that the sweet young girl she was
warning used to be one of those boys!

Mom and I spent a few afternoons shopping and I helped with the
housework and dinner the rest of the time until I had to leave for
school.

 Dad was obviously upset but did his best not to show it, instead
wishing me luck and telling me to call whenever I felt lonely. Mom on
the other hand could hardly suppress her delight in my upcoming change
saying she knew that once I adjusted to my new life I'd be happier
than ever before. One last kiss as dad packed my suitcases into the
car and I was off for school and the final part of my conversion into
a realistic looking girl!

Candy was waiting for me when I got back. She hurried over to my
apartment and listened eagerly as I related my experiences with my
family. She was thrilled that all went well with my parents but seemed
even more interested hearing about my experience dancing with Jack!

"How did you feel about being held by a guy?"  she asked, carefully
avoiding any reference to "Another" guy.  "Could you feel any
attraction between you?"

"We weren't dancing that close!"  I laughed. "But there was something
about the way he held me that made me feel so safe and secure!"

"Did you feel that way when you danced with your father?"

"Sort of," I answered, trying to put my finger on what had been
different. "But somehow nicer!"

"You'll get used to those kinds of feelings.  Dad's are nice but they
can't compare to having a good looking guy hold you and kiss you!"

"We didn't kiss," I said sadly, remembering how attracted I had become
to Jack. "I'm sure I wouldn't have stopped him though!"

"You've really come far," Candy laughed. "You're one of the best
girl's I've ever worked with!"

"I'll take that as a compliment," I smiled and brushed back my
hair. "I don't understand the feelings, but I seem to be stuck with
them."

"I'd love to do my Thesis on you," Candy grinned. "What an interesting
case study.  Take a young male, make him dress and act like a female,
change his body with hormones and surgery and he becomes a sweet young
girl!"

"How did it happen so easily, though?"  I asked hoping to understand
things a little better. "I never wanted to be a girl, I never even put
on my mother's clothes when I was a kid!"

"It was most likely your age," Candy explained. "The hormones have a
much more pronounced effect on younger males whose systems haven't
fully developed yet. They sort of get into your brain and switch
things around on you. The changes are gradual but profound. Little by
little you begin to accept the lifestyle until without realizing it
you actually start to enjoy it!"

"I hate to keep asking this, but are you positive I'll be a normal guy
when this is over?"  I asked. "I mean I'm not going to checking out
any guy's butts or wondering if they'll kiss me will I?"

"No, that's never been a problem in the past," Candy explained. "Like
I said before there have been a couple of guys who decided to remain
women, but those who didn't had no problem adjusting to being men
again. "You'll be given that choice just before your time's up, if you
want to stay as a female the clinic will make the changes more or less
irreversible. Otherwise you're put back to the way you were except you
won't be able to grow a beard because of the electrolysis."

"I can live without a beard," I sighed. "As long as that's all I have
to live without if you know what I mean!"

"That'll be it," Candy smiled. "If you say so."

"I'm certain of that," I said confidently. "I think."

I spent the next couple of days just laying around wondering what it
was going to be like for me after the operation. I still had some
doubts about it yet I kept wondering what would it be like to be able
to do everything a girl could do.  I could try on outfits without fear
of discovery, wear tight jeans that would really show off my butt, I
could even take a shower with other girls, and of course there was the
idea of a bikini!

 The big day finally arrived, I was admitted, signed about a half
dozen or so forms consenting to having a reversible sexual
reassignment, shown to my room and told to make myself comfortable
since I'd be here for a few days. I unpacked my one suitcase and laid
back to watch TV until it was time to go. Mom and Candy both came in
to wish me luck just before the injection that would sedate me for the
operation. I smiled up at them in a groggy haze, smiled and tried to
wave but the next thing I knew I was staring at their concerned faces
and I hurt like crazy!

"How do you feel honey?"  Asked mom. "Is everything okay?"

"I feel terrible," I moaned. "Is it over?"

Mom started to cry as she leaned over to hug me. "It's over Beth,
you're a woman now!"

"Oh God," I cried. "I think I've made a huge mistake, I can't believe
how much it hurts!

Just then a nurse came in to check on me and give me something to dull
the pain. I'd been hit in the groin a few times before but that was
nothing compared to what I felt. I was lucky to have mom and Candy
there to comfort me or I would have gone nuts!

"Welcome to the world of women, Beth," the nurse said with a big
smile. "You are going to be a big hit with the guys, you're an
absolute doll! You were wasting your time as a guy, sweetheart.  You
were meant to be a woman!"

"Thanks," I muttered through the pain. "I hope it's worth it!"

"You now have it all, Beth," Candy added. "You're pretty, you have a
sweet personality, and a body to die for!"

"I think that's what's happening," I groaned before drifting off to
sleep.

When I finally woke up it a day had passed and so had most of the
pain. There was still a dull ache in my groin, but the pain pills
seemed to make it bearable. I was talking to mom on the phone when the
nurse came in carrying a small pink box. She set the box next to me on
the bed then closed my door for privacy.

"Time for a little woman to woman talk," she said smiling. "There are
a few things you need to do to keep everything the way it should be."

With that she handed me a box of tampons and a some long, tapered
objects that looked like bullets. Pointing to the tampons she told me
that for the next few months I should wear one every day. She showed
me a booklet detailing insertion and removal of the tampons.

"I'm going to have periods?"  I asked in shock.

"No, the operation's not quite that good," she laughed. "They're to
keep you from closing up and needing another operation."

"Closing up." What was going to close up, I wondered? Then I
remembered.

"If you don't use something to keep it open at first your body will
attempt to close the opening and you'd have to have it surgically
reopened," the nurse explained. "I doubt you'd want to go through
that again!"

"No," I agreed. "Once was more than enough, thank you." I accepted the
tampons and instruction pamphlet then reached for the plastic bullet.

"That's a dilator," The nurse stated. "To be used twice a day for
thirty minutes. Also designed to keep you open!"

By then I was burning with embarrassment. Luckily the nurse was very
understanding and helped me to relax and understand what was required
of me. We talked for a long time about how I'd have to use the
dilators and tampons for a few months until everything was completely
healed. From then on I could use the dilators once or twice a week for
another month or two unless I found something else to dilate me.

"Something else?" I asked suspiciously. "What else could I use?"

"A man," the nurse replied without batting an eye. "They can be very
useful for keeping a girl open if you know what I mean!"

"You mean making love to a man?"  I gasped.

"If you love each other, otherwise just have sex with him," she
continued. "It's up to you but don't forget to use protection!"

"I thought I couldn't get pregnant," I asked. "I can't can I?"

"Pregnancy goes away in nine months, dear," laughed the nurse. "AIDS is
forever!"

"Stupid of me to forget that.  Sorry," I apologized. "I guess my mind
was elsewhere."

"On a cute guy you met, right?"

"The doctor actually," I said with a smile. "Every time I see him I
end up dreaming about him!"

"You and every nurse in the hospital!"  she laughed. "I'd wish you
luck, but I want him, too!"

We laughed and talked about guys until finally she had to leave to
care for other patients. I thought I knew a lot about being a girl but
every time I talked to one I learned more. Until then I never realized
that girls could be every bit as horny as any guy!

I was discharged two days after my operation without ever having
worked up the courage to use the hand mirror provided to see what my
new genitals looked like. I reached for it several times and once even
had it in my hand but I just couldn't lift my nightgown and pull down
my panties. Using the bathroom had confirmed that everything had gone
as planned, I realized that cleanup was now going to be more involved
than a quick shake and back into my pants. I'd been sitting to relieve
myself since the whole thing started but now it wasn't a matter of
choice, it was a necessity!

Candy spent the entire first day home with me to make certain that I
was going to adjust without problems. We ordered a pizza and a couple
of diet Pepsi's and talked about what it felt like for me. She was
very helpful and tried her best to be understanding but she literally
could not imagine what she was missing never having had it! I poured
out my heart to her ending up in tears as I recanted how the nurse
said that I had been wasting my time as a guy since she thought that I
was meant to be a woman.

"Why would she say such a thing," I sobbed. "Have I changed that
much?"

"Yes Beth, you have changed that much," Candy replied. "That much and
more actually. The nurse was right, you were nothing special as a guy,
skinny, kind of a geek trying to be macho. But you've changed into the
kind of girl that guys can't get enough of! You're soft and curvy,
just the right size and shape to make a man feel protective when he's
with you and that's what will make you irresistible to men, they love
to feel big and strong!"

"Great," I sighed. "It's not enough for me to have to spend four years
as a girl, I have to be cute too!"

"Don't be such a wet blanket, Beth," laughed Candy. "Imagine, four
years of being sought after, lusted for, desired, ..."

I cut her off in mid sentence. "By men! I'll be sought after, lusted
for, and desired by men! Not exactly my idea of a dream come true!"

"Okay, so how about four years of going to dinner and never having to
pay? Four years of having your slightest whim attended to?"  she asked.
Then with a devilish grin she added, "Four years of having some hunk
rub suntan lotion all over your cute little body, strong hands
massaging your back, your stomach, your breasts..."

"I'll take the dinners," I said laughing. "I've always been a sucker
for a free meal!"

"That won't be a problem with your looks, Beth," laughed Candy as she
reached into a bag she brought with her. "I brought you a get well
quick gift!"

Candy smiled broadly as she handed me her gift, a pair of jeans and a
peach colored body suit. "Hurry up and try them on," she urged. "I
thought you'd enjoy being able to wear pants again!"

Taking the clothes to my room to change I realized that even though I
had originally longed to wear pants lately I'd become very comfortable
in my skirts and tops and had really come to enjoy getting all done up
in a pretty dress and all the things that went with it. It was fun to
change my looks with makeup, to get dressed up in pretty lingerie even
if I was the only one who knew I was wearing it. I hated to admit it
but it had even become fun for me to have guys check me out and the
fancier the dress the more looks I got from guys!

I stepped out of the shift I was wearing and pulled the body suit over
my head taking care when I fastened the snaps at the crotch. I was
thrilled with the way it showed off my curves and thanks to the low
cut bra I was wearing it also provided a tantalizing glimpse of
cleavage with it's low cut neckline. When I pulled up the jeans I was
amazed to see how smoothly they zipped and fastened even though they
were such a tight fit the pockets were nothing more than decorative!

I pulled my hair back into a quick ponytail then brushed on some blush
and a little lipstick before I went to model for Candy.

"How do you feel about your body, now, Beth?"  Candy asked with a
devilish grin.

"I can't believe it's really me!"  I exclaimed breathlessly. "I'm...."

"Hot, sexy, gorgeous," Candy interjected. "All of them and only
eighteen! Do you have any idea how many girls would kill to look like
you?"

"I can't handle this Candy," I cried. "I shouldn't look this way and I
know I shouldn't like looking this way but I do! I love the way I look
and all of the pretty clothes but it's so confusing for me!"

Candy held me and stroked my hair. "I know things are moving pretty
fast for you, Beth.  Maybe too fast to really get a grip on, but soon
you'll be comfortable in your new body and the doubts will be distant
memories."

"I hope it happens soon," I sobbed.  "I can't stand this feeling of
being stuck in between like this, I sometimes wish they'd have made
the change permanent, at least then I'd be one or the other!"

"Calm down," Candy said softly. "Once you start back to class you
won't have so much free time to worry about such things. Everything
will sort itself out in time."

I can't begin to tell you how much it meant to have Candy hold me and
talk to me like she did. Suddenly it seemed as though the sun began to
poke slowly through the clouds. Once this was all over I was sure I'd
repay her somehow although now marrying her just didn't seem to be all
that important anymore!

Of course Candy was right in her predictions. The combination of the
female hormones, the suppressing of most of my male hormones, and the
physical changes were more than I could overcome, with each day gone
by I surrendered more and more to being female.

I quickly adjusted to wearing slacks and started to spend every waking
minute in my jeans, I loved the fit, the comfort, and the attention I
got whenever I wore them! I thought I'd wear nothing but jeans for the
rest of the four years but then the weather started to warm up and I
discovered shorts!

I was sure that I looked every bit as good in shorts as I did in jeans
and they felt even more comfortable than the jeans did! I found that
they had all of the comfort of my denim skirts without the concern
over how I sat or what I could do in them. Combining them with midriff
tops or Tee shirts gave me the perfect look of a young woman
comfortable with herself! I'd get up in the morning, pull on a pair of
shorts and a top, pull my hair back into a ponytail and run all of my
errands knowing that I looked great!

I registered for the coming semester then took a few days to visit mom
and dad who were amazed at the way their daughter had developed in the
last few months. She was no longer the scared little girl, unsure of
who and what she was. She was now a confident young woman ready to
meet the world head on!

One of the most daring things I did while visiting my parents was to
accept a date with a guy I went to High School with! I had been out
running some errands for my folks and while I was trying to reach an
item on the upper shelf in the supermarket Ken gallantly offered to
reach it for me. It worked out perfectly, being several inches taller
than me he was easily able to get what I needed and he got the
appreciation of a cute young damsel in distress!

"My hero!"  I joked as he brought the item down to me.

"'Twas my pleasure fair lady," he said with a smile. "Now as it is the
custom to reward us gallant knights I would be honored if you would
allow me to buy you lunch."

Ken and I had not been close friends before, but we did know each other
pretty well. I was surprised, but it was clear that he had no idea who
he was hitting on! I looked up into his big brown eyes and wanted to
melt. He was several inches taller, and even as Jim I had admired the
way he looked with well muscled arms and chest. Now I wanted to have
him wrap those muscular arms around me and hold me tightly against his
chest.

"Although that would please me, o gallant knight," I teased. "I must
return from my errand and deliver these supplies to my Lord!"

Ken gave me an exaggerated bow and smiled "Perhaps we may meet again,
kind lady."

I couldn't help the feelings that were coming over me. Things were
happening exactly as Candy had said they would, I was becoming more of
a girl with every passing day! Here I am in a supermarket talking to a
guy I used to know and now I want to date him!

Dropping the medieval routine I smile sweetly. "Are you from around
here?"

"Yeah," Ken replied eagerly sensing an opportunity in the
making. "Just a couple of blocks from here. Where are you from?"

"Oh, I live out of state," I replied with a smile. "I'm just visiting
some family friends before I go to college. Maybe you know them, the
Millers?"

"Sure," Ken replied. "I went to school with Jim Miller. Do you know
him?"

"Uh huh," I replied. "Our families were pretty close and we kind of
grew up together. I heard he dropped out of college to work out west
somewhere."

"So you're staying with the Millers then?"  Ken pressed, obviously
unconcerned with Jim. Maybe I could drive you there?"

Ken was obviously pushing to get to know me better and I wasn't about
to brush him off. He was tall, cute, and I had overheard girls in high
school talking about what a great kisser he was!

"That would be really nice Ken," I smiled, brushing back my
hair. "Thanks!"

"Once you drop off your stuff would you consider a burger with me?"
he pressed.

I didn't want to seem too awfully anxious, mom had told me that it was
best to make boys think they had convinced you so I hesitated for a
little bit as if thinking.

"Okay," I said with a grin. "Since I don't have a scarf to reward my
fair knight with, I guess lunch would be a good reward for a kind
deed!"

Ken tried his best to act nonchalant, but I could tell he was thrilled!
If he could only tell how thrilled I was at the idea of going out with
such a good looking guy!

Ken opened the trunk and helped me put my purchase in then opened and
held the car door while I slid in. As I smiled up at him I noticed it
took a few seconds to get his attention - he was looking at my legs!
Wow, did that ever make me feel great!

When Ken drove up to my house my parents were stunned to see me get
out of his car. I introduced them to Ken and told them how he'd been
nice enough to drive me home and that we were going out for a
burger. Dad forced a smile then told me to have fun while mom just
stood and smiled her knowing smile. Dad was clearly worried but I was
sure mom would explain that it was time for their little girl to grow
up!

Ken was a dream come true for me! He was very sweet and acted as if
there was no one else in the world but me! No matter what I said or
how I said it he was all ears. I felt a little jealous when he ordered
a huge burger with all of the trimmings while I settled for a
cheeseburger but I knew he didn't have to worry about how he looked in
a pair of tight jeans!

Speaking of tight jeans I really couldn't help but notice how good Ken
looked in his jeans! His butt was nicely shaped and the way they
tapered down his legs was making me hot! I tried to shut out thoughts
of me and Ken but they wouldn't go away. I didn't have to worry about
giving in to feminine feelings and desires, they had taken over!

Ken and I spent the afternoon together then he dropped me back at my
house where I gave a him a quick thank you kiss on his cheek. He
looked so much like a cute puppy whose master had just rewarded him
that I couldn't resist another kiss, this time on his lips. I leaned
in and met his lips, he pulled me closer and there was no way I wanted
to resist. I wanted to kiss and be kissed, to have these female
desires satisfied, to know what it was like to be wanted as a woman!

"Thanks Ken," I said softly as we broke our kiss. "You're really
sweet."

"It was my pleasure, Beth," He said , his blue eyes twinkling. "Can we
go out again while you're in town?"

"I'd be sad if we didn't Ken," I answered with a hurt little girl
voice. I reached into my purse and took out a pen and small pad of
paper. I wrote out "Beth Chandler" in my best flowing script, then
added my phone number beneath it.

"Call me, please," I asked in my little girl voice.

"I promise!"  Ken replied as he gently folded the paper and put it
into his shirt pocket. He kissed me one last time before opening my
door and helping me out of the car. I smiled back at him as I went
into the house thinking that if being a girl was going to be this good
I was going to miss it terribly after my four years was up!

As I walked into the house Dad was there to meet me. "How was your
date?"  he asked with just a hint of worry in his voice. "No
problems?"

"None at all, dad!"  I answered with a smile as I glided past him on my
own personal cloud. "It was wonderful!"

"Want to talk about it?"  Mom asked hopefully. "Over a cup of tea?"

"Luv to mom!"  I exclaimed. "Ken was so sweet and he's such a hunk!
God he's adorable with his puppy dog look!"

"Did he try to get fresh?"  Dad asked. "I've hear he's got quite a
reputation with the girls!"

"No he didn't, dad," I said with a grin. "And on behalf of girls
everywhere his reputation is terrific!"

Dad just shook his head and left the room muttering something about
not understanding women.

"I'll bet some estrogen would fix that!"  I joked to mom. "How would
you like a sister?"

"No thanks," Mom laughed. "A daughter I can handle but not a sister. I
like him just the way he is!"

"Well I guess he is sort of cute!" I giggled. I suddenly stopped
laughing and looked at mom.

"How do you really feel about me mom? Do you mind having a daughter
for a while?"

"I loved you as Jim and I love you just as much as Beth," Mom
smiled. "And just between us girls I wouldn't mind if you were my
daughter forever!"

"I'm not sure I would either, mom,"  I answered. "Especially after
Ken!"

We spent hours talking about me and about Ken and other guys. I told
her how I felt when I met him at the market and how wonderful it felt
to have him kiss me and hold me tight.  The discussion quickly turned
to the birds and the bees again with mom telling me to be careful
since I wasn't quite in control of my feelings yet. I was shocked when
she said that she didn't want me falling in love with some guy simply
because of the hormones rushing through my system, to make certain it
was really love.

"But mom," I said with a shrug. "I'm just having fun, I'll be a guy
again in a couple of years!"

"I know," Mom said with a strange look in her eye. "It's simply that
your hormones could play tricks on you. You're really just a little
girl who's going through puberty. You haven't had time to adjust to
being a woman yet and I don't want to see you hurt!"

"I'll be careful, mom," I promised. "Thanks for caring!"

We hugged and held each other for several minutes before I went to my
room to relax wondering if mom really knew that I wanted to be alone
to dream of Ken.

I dated Ken several more times before I went back to school and it was
a tearful good-bye on my last day. He had brought out feelings in me
that I was trying to deny and I couldn't have been happier. I knew
that I would have no problems adjusting to life as a girl from then
on!

Adjusting turned out to be not only no problem, it was a blast! I
don't know if the hormones had anything to do with it but I found that
I paid closer attention and did so much better than I had just several
months before. At first it was a pain in the butt to have to get up an
hour earlier to shower and set my hair but I got used to it quickly
enough, especially when I found how much the guys in my class
appreciated it! Whenever I started a class my girlfriends and I had to
get there before any of the guys if we wanted to sit close to each
other. Otherwise every seat around me would be taken with guys! My
girlfriends didn't seem to mind though, they figured that if I
attracted guys like a magnet they could pick up one or two
unsuspecting ones for themselves!

I dated quite a bit in college and went to several semi-formal events
which were a delight! I'll never forget the thrill of wearing my first
formal gown, a beautiful shimmery black dress with spaghetti straps!

Joe, a guy I had gotten to know pretty well after a couple of
semesters asked if I'd like to go to a dance with him at the country
club his parents attended. I'd never been anywhere that fancy before
and Joe and I were good friends so I accepted. I spent two full weeks
shopping for just the right dress before I found just the one I
wanted. It looked great on me even with socks and no bra when I tried
it on so I knew that it would be superb when I was all done up.

I had the works that afternoon at the beauty parlor, my hair done with
loose curs on top and tight kiss curls framing my face, my legs waxed,
a manicure and pedicure, and a complete makeover to top it all off.
When I was done my makeup was perfect, my hair was fabulous, and I
felt wonderful!

 I slipped on a pair of black lace panties that were part of a set I'd
bought just to wear with that dress then the strapless black satin bra
with push up cups. I stopped, took a deep breath to calm down then
slipped on a lacy black garter belt with pretty red bows and carefully
rolled a pair of silky black nylons up my legs and fastened them to
the garters. I stepped into a long black half slip then carefully
pulled my dress over my head and zipped it up. I added a pair of
dangling green earrings that matched the color of my eyes, a jade ring
mom had bought for me, and a gold necklace with a teardrop piece of
Jade suspended from it. With the makeover I'd had done I was quite an
impressive looking sight, a very pretty young woman in a dress that
fit like a second skin!

I sprayed perfume between my breasts and in the bend of my knees,
slipped my feet into a pair of black velvet pumps with a three inch
heel, placed essential cosmetics and a small change purse with my ID
into a black clutch purse then called Candy to come over.

When I opened the door Candy did a double take. "Is that really you
Beth?" she asked in awe.

"Do you like it?"  I asked as I did a pirouette for her. "I hope Joey
appreciates it!"

"If he doesn't, check for a pulse!" laughed Candy. "You're a knockout
Beth!"

"Thanks Candy," I blushed. "It took weeks to find this dress and most
of the afternoon getting my hair done and a makeover at the beauty
shop!"

"Tell me the truth, Beth," Candy urged. "You're enjoying being a girl,
aren't you?"

"I've never had so much fun or been happier Candy." The words spilled
out like water from a burst dam. "It's going to be tough giving all of
this up."

"There's plenty of time to worry about that, Beth," Candy said as she
gave me a friendly hug. "You're a lovely young woman now so make the
most of what time you have!"

We hugged some more before Joe came to pick me up. He was as happy as
I'd ever seen him when I opened the door and he saw what I looked
like. I pretended to be annoyed with his staring but deep inside I
felt wonderful!

That night as I took off my makeup and changed into my nightgown I
relived every moment of the dancing with Joe, his dad , and the many
other guys who all wanted to dance with me. I was a young woman, a
beautiful young woman, they all confirmed that by their actions. I was
comfortable with myself and my femininity and the guys loved it!

A few weeks after that summer came in with a vengeance! Temperatures
soared and the beaches were crowded with people seeking some relief
from the heat. That was when Candy gave me the gift.

Stopping by the apartment one hot day she asked if I was ready to
really "strut my stuff".

"What do you mean by that?"  I asked, absorbed in finishing off a
large glass of iced tea.

Candy reached into a bag she had brought in and pulled out a small box
from a local upscale store for women. My hands shook as I took the box
and began to open it. I had an idea of what might be inside but I was
still afraid to look.

"Open it up silly," Candy urged. "What are you afraid of?"

"If it's what I think it is I'm afraid I'm going to like it!"  I said
in a shaky voice.

Lifting the lid I gently pulled back the tissue and my heart stopped
for a second as I gazed at a stunningly beautiful white bikini!

"Oh my God!"  I gasped. "Are you crazy?"

"Quit griping and get changed, Beth," Candy said with a smile. "Time to
see how cute you really are!"

"I can't," I sobbed. "I can't wear this, I just can't!"

"Go change young lady," Candy ordered. "It's time to start getting
used to your new equipment!"

I tried to protest, but Candy pushed me into my bedroom and slammed the
door behind me. I was left alone staring at the garment in my hand. If
I put it on I'd unquestionably be able to see the changes I wanted so
much to ignore. I wanted to shove it back into the box and throw it
away but I couldn't. I was revolted by the thought of being able to
wear such an obviously feminine garment, yet I'd been wearing girl's
clothes for over two months now and it no longer bothered me. Why
should I let a little thing like a bikini bother me when I had drawers
filled with pretty nylon, satin, and lace lingerie most of which I 'd
bought for myself? I screwed up my courage, stepped out of the shift I
was wearing, removed my panties and bra and slid the straps of the top
over my arms.  It fastened in front as did some of my newer bras so I
gently pulled it over my breasts and hooked it together.

So far so good, I thought to myself still refusing to look in the
mirror. The top fit well, cradling my breasts comfortably while
projecting them out. Another deep breath and I was pulling on the
bottoms trembling as I got closer to my crotch. I gave one last gentle
tug and they were in place, or at least as in place as the amount of
material allowed!

The bottoms came to just below my belt line yet fit snugly but very
comfortably. I felt the strange sensation of having something fit flat
against me and turned quickly to look in the mirror before I lost the
small mount of courage I was able to dredge up!

My breath left me in a stunned gasp as I looked at the young woman in
the mirror. She was a dream come true, pert breasts straining against
her bikini top, nipples pushing against the smooth, tight fabric. Her
bottom fit like she had put it on years before and grew into it, not a
wrinkle or sag to be found. I stared intently then broke into a smile
as I saw how closely the fabric hugged the front of my lower stomach
leading to a subtle bulge and a very female looking V! I turned and
ran my hands down across my butt then brought them across my smooth,
flat, front. I knew then that Candy and the nurse were right, I wasn't
going to be just a girl, I was going to be a babe!

Candy was calling for me to model for her and I knew she wouldn't wait
so before she broke down the door I opened it slowly then playfully
extended a foot then little by little one leg then stepped out with my
hands on my hips. Candy appeared speechless for the first time since
we'd met, she stared at me wide eyed until I broke the tension.

"Is this what you expected?" I asked with a smile. "Am I babe enough
for your standards?"

"Oh God!"  she exclaimed. "You were wasting your time as a guy Beth!
You're better looking than I am!"

"Somehow I doubt that!"  I replied. "But then again I've never seen
you in a bikini."

Candy stared at me before speaking. "Summer's coming," she replied
calmly. "We could both use a tan? What do you think, are you brave
enough to be seen like that?"

I arched by back to emphasize my breasts. "Why not?"  I asked. "It
fits perfectly and I don't think anyone would question my wearing it,
do you?"

Candy's grin answered my question before she did. "Question?"  She
said with a smile. "The women at the tanning salon will be
green with jealousy and the guys will be too busy tripping over their
tongues! What do you say, this Saturday?"

"It's a date!"  I said with a grin. "Not quite the date I had in mind
when we met though."

Candy smiled at me. "Tell you what," she said sweetly. "Four years
from now if you're still interested I'll go out with you, okay?"

"I'll be interested!"  I grinned. "You can bet on that!"

"Fine then it's a date, but for now you're Beth and I don't date other
women!"

I stared at Candy for several minutes then without giving any thought
to it I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight. It wasn't the
hug I would have given her before this started, it was the kind of hug
that women often give each other when they're happy. We hugged and
cried for a couple of minutes while I tried to thank Candy for her
help and for the bikini!

Saturday finally arrived to find me on pins and needles in
anticipation of wearing my new bikini in public for the first time. I
pulled on a pair of shorts and a top moments before Candy arrived then
hurriedly stuffed my bikini and lotion into a beach bag. I almost
chickened out as we went to the tanning salon's door but I was
determined to go through with it and Candy was behind me ready to push
me in if I didn't go myself.

We registered with the receptionist then went to the Ladies changing
area to put on our suits and lotion. As we set our bags down in front
of the lockers I suddenly realized that there were other women in
various stages of undress all around me. They walked past us as if we
were just a part of the surroundings never realizing that I was really
a guy! I stared at one woman as she went by until I was rudely
interrupted by a poke in the ribs gleefully administered by Candy.

"Start changing and don't stare," she whispered. "It's not polite and
you couldn't do anything even if you wanted to!"

She was right.  Two months ago I would have been in heaven seeing all
of these naked and near naked women. Now as I began to pull off my top
I realized that I was comparing them to myself! I looked at their
faces, their breasts, and their bodies in general and noted whether I
thought they were better looking, or better built than I was!

"Hurry up, Beth!"  Candy chided. "We've only got an hour and a half in
the booths and you're not even undressed yet!"

I turned to say something to Candy then forgot what I wanted to
say. She was standing there staring at me without a stitch of clothing
on!

"Hurry!"  she prodded, ignoring my stares. "Get the lead out, girl!"

I snapped out of my trance and began to remove my shorts, then my bra
and panties. If Candy didn't mind my seeing her naked I wasn't going
to make a fuss over it either. I knew I could stand there naked amidst
all of those women and no one would think twice about me, I was one of
them now.

I pulled on my bottoms then fastened the top once more relishing the
feeling of soft support the top gave me. Candy was watching as I
adjusted the straps on my top then whispered quietly; "Knock 'em dead
girl!"

Leaving the dressing area we passed a couple of good looking guys
headed for the tanning booths too. They looked us over and smiled,
obviously happy to see two healthy looking young women as us. I smiled
back at them then quickly gave them a once over as they turned to let
us pass.

They were well built, several inches taller than me, and just a bit
muscular with slightly bulging biceps and flat chests. I was a little
embarrassed to find that the bulging biceps didn't hold nearly the
fascination for me as did the bulge in their suits. I kept thinking
back to when the nurse had told me that men could be very helpful in
keeping me open and wondering what it might feel like to go to bed
with one or both of those guys!

The hormones must have done one heck of a job on me I thought to
myself. Now I'm checking out guys for possible sex partners and from
the brief glint I saw in their eyes they were thinking the same thing
about me! I was in the game but good now, checking and being checked,
and I was proud to think that they liked everything that they saw!
Really thrilled me to death to have guys so worked up over me!
                                   *********
That was all more than fifteen years ago. Now I look back on that time
and it seems so long ago.

Candy and I eventually did get married, although not to each
other. She married a business major at the college and together they
moved to another part of the country where he's now a big shot for a
large computer firm while she continues to work with troubled guys who
want to be women.

I married a business major, too, but stayed with the college to help
with Candy's old job. My wedding was perfect although a bit different
than what I had hoped for when I met Candy. You see I was wearing a
white lace wedding dress, Candy was my maid of honor ( I had been hers
two years earlier), my dad walked me down the aisle and gave me away
to my husband to be. We exchanged vows and I became Bethany Lynn
Chandler Dobbs!

 Joey Dobbs and I had started getting serious after that night at the
Country Club and I finally broke down and told him all about who I was
and what had happened to me. He was devastated to learn that the woman
he loved had been a guy and would be again when she was through
college. I was heartbroken to know that I had truly fallen in love yet
it was never to be. I was a male and so was the object of my
desire. It was only to be four years of experiencing life as a female
to teach me a lesson, yet the lesson I learned was not what the school
had in mind. I had fallen head over heels in love with another guy but
I didn't think of Joey as being another guy, to me he was the only
guy! I was a woman and desperately wanted to be Joey's woman, his
wife, his life mate forever!

It took time but we finally convinced our parents that we were truly
meant for each other. I loved Joey as only a woman would love a
man. The college was more than willing to change me back to being Jim,
but I was adamant! I would never go back to being a male, I couldn't
go back, I was a woman and that was what I wanted to be for the rest
of my life. At my insistence they performed the final operation which
removed all traces of my male genitals and made me a woman forever.
Our families finally understood and gave their blessings, two years
later I became Joey's wife and five years after that the mother of his
children.

Mother, you ask, how? One word - adoption, of course. We adopted two
cute little boys who are the apples of their parent's eyes. Two
sweeter boys don't exist as far as Joey and I are concerned but later
on when they're ready for college we've decided they will attend our
Alma Mater. It seems that the program to teach guys to be more
understanding was so successful that it was kept in place to the
delight of many a mother who had graduated from the program and wanted
her sons to attend!




