From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Story:  Kristen  1/10  TG  femdom
Date: 11 Dec 1994 01:35:30 -0500

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

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

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

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

     My  teacher, Mrs. Wald smiled and tried to console me.   She 
told  the  rest of the class not to laugh because we  were  doing 
this  to help them.  I appreciated her help but there were  still 
snickers  and  giggles  from the class!   Mrs.  Wald  passed  out  
papers  detailing  what  each group would wear for  the  show.  I 
looked  at  the section marked Western Dancers and  became  sick!  
Under  this  section  it read; Boys -  Jeans,  plaid  shirts  and 
bandannas.   Girls - Skirts (denim if possible),   white  blouses 
(fringed if possible).  It was bad enough I had to play a  girl's 
part but now I was expected to dress like too!

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

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

     I  told her about the play and how Jim and I were picked  to 
be  girls.   Handing  her the sheet Mrs. Wald had  passed  out  I 
showed  her the part where it specified what I was to wear.   Mom 
read the sheet and began laughing.  "I used to dream about having 
my  teen-age  daughter  raiding  my  closets  for  outfits,   she 
chuckled.   I  just never thought I'd be lending  clothes  to  my 
son!"  I was beginning to get really upset by now!  "Please mom," 
I  begged.  "The kids at school will tease me enough.  Can't  you 
just be nice and help me out!"

     Mom  put  her arm around me and pulled me close for  a  hug.  
"Don't worry,"  She said.  "I promise not to tease you.  Lets  go 
look through my stuff, I think I have some things that should fit 
you!"

     I  stopped mom before she could say any more.   "There's  no 
rush mom," I told her.  "The play's not for another three weeks."

     I  was   beginning  to worry, it seemed as  though  mom  had 
suddenly  become  overly interested in helping  me!  Mom  brushed 
aside my objections.  "Those weeks will go quickly," she said  as 
she steered me towards her room.  "It's best to be ready!"

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

     I looked at her pleadingly.  "Do I have to try them on mom?"  
I asked.  "They look like they'll fit!"

     Mom just pushed me out of the room.  "Just try them on," she 
said.  "We have to know if you'll look just right!"

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

     "They  seem  to  fit  okay mom," I said  as  I  entered  the 
kitchen.  "May I take them off now please?"  I asked.  Mom looked 
at me and laughed.  "That's not what I meant  when I told you  to 
try them on."  She said.  "Now go back in there and take off your 
shirt  and  pants  first.  I'll help you with  that  zipper  when 
you're  ready!"   I could see that there was no easy way  out  of 
this for me so back to my room I trudged.

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

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

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

     I  went back to my room and changed, thankful to get out  of 
those  silly  clothes!  I did my home work and went  to  see  how 
things went for Jim.  Mrs. Karl answered the door and asked me to 
come  in.  She explained that Jim was in his room and that  she'd 
tell him I was here.  I made myself at home with Jim's 'Game Boy' 
and  waited for him to come down.  A few minutes later I  glanced 
up  to  see  Jim's sister came down followed  by  his  mom.   "Hi 
Heather,"  I  said.  "What's new?"  I almost  died  when  Heather 
turned  out to be Jim!  He was wearing one of his  sisters  denim 
skirts  and  a  silky,  white, pullover  top!   He  even  had  on 
stockings and a pair of white, girls shoes!

     Jim's  mom laughed at my reaction.  "Well what do you  think 
Mike?"   She  asked.  "Which one of you girls is  going  to  look 
nicer in the play?"  I couldn't believe it!  My best friend's mom 
was asking  which of us was going to be the prettier girl!  I was 
beginning  to  think aliens had sucked out her brain!   I  didn't 
want  to cause trouble so I just smiled and said,  "Oh Jim  will, 
Mrs.  Karl.   No  doubt about it!"  Mrs. Karl  smiled  and  said, 
"We'll  have  to wait and see!"  Turning to Jim  she  said,  "Why 
don't  you two go to your room dear.  I'm sure you have  lots  to 
talk  about!"  As we were leaving she added,  "Please be  careful 
with  your sisters clothes, she's only lending you that  outfit!"  
Jim promised he'd be careful and we went to his room so he  could 
change.

     As  soon  as   we  got to Jim's room I  asked  him   how  he  
managed  to end up looking like his sister.  Jim  explained  that 
when he got home he told his mother  about the play and asked  if 
she'd  help him.  His mother agreed to help but said they'd  have 
to tell Heather since he'd need one of her outfits.  Embarrassed, 
Jim  agreed  and together they told his sister.   Jim  said  that 
Heather  laughed  when they told her but her  mother  immediately 
corrected  her.  She agreed to help and promptly found a top  and 
skirt for Jim to try on.  Even though Heather was two years older 
than Jim her clothes turned out to be a perfect fit for him.   He 
thought  he  was done and was about to put his clothes  on  again 
when his mother stopped him.

     His  mother called him into the room and asked him  to  turn 
around  so that she could look at him from behind.  When  he  did 
she  remarked  that  there was something missing and for  him  to 
wait  for  her in his room.  She stayed behind with  his  sister, 
closing the bedroom door.  She called him to return a few minutes 
later.   Jim  said that his mother had said that she  thought  he 
looked cute in Heather's clothes and asked him to do her a favor.  
Not  thinking to ask what the favor was Jim agreed.   His  mother 
smiled and asked him to try a few other things on for her.

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

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

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

     As Jim changed back into his own clothes we talked about his 
outfit.   "I hope your mom and sister don't make you  dress  like 
that  for the play," I said.  "Maybe they'll forget all about  it 
by  then!"   Jim stopped dressing and turned to me.  "Promise  me 
you  wont say anything about this Mike," he asked.  "Don't  worry 
buddy, I said.  I wont say a word."  Jim seemed relieved to  hear 
my  promise.  "I hope they don't forget!"  I thought  that  there 
was  something  wrong with my hearing!  "What did  you  just  say 
Jim?"   I  asked.  Jim looked right at me.  "I said I  hope  they 
don't forget about dressing me up!"

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

     "Sure  Jim," I replied.  "If it's all right with you then  I 
guess  it's  fine."  Jim smiled and said,  "Thanks  Mike,  you're 
really a great guy!"  Hoping to lighten things up a bit I grinned 
and  said,  "And  you're  an all  right  girl,  I  guess!"   That 
definitely lightened up Jim since he broke into a huge grin!  "Do 
you really think I looked pretty?"  He asked.  I couldn't believe 
it!  Things were just going from bad to worse, now my best friend 
wanted  to  know if I thought he was pretty!  "Earth to  Jim!"  I 
yelled.   "You're not supposed to be pretty!"  Jim's grin  faded, 
"Oh  well,"  he  said seeming a little bummed out.   I  was  just 
wondering.

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

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

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

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

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

     That  afternoon  Jim came over to see me.  I  was  a  little 
worried about how he might be dressed but when I opened the  door 
there  was  good old Jim, my best friend!  We threw  my  football 
back  and  forth until it was almost dinner time.  Mom  asked  if 
he'd  like to stay for dinner and I thought it would be  a  great 
idea too! Jim's mom agreed and soon we sat down to dinner.  I had 
forgotten  about  seeing Jim in his sisters  clothes  and  wasn't 
about  to  mention  the play.  Mom on the other  hand  had  other 
ideas!

     It  started  out casually enough with us  talking  about  an 
upcoming  Math  test but turned ugly soon enough.  "Do  you  have 
your outfit ready for the class play Jim?"  Mom asked  innocently 
enough.  I shot her a look to try to stop her but it was useless.  
Once  mom  got an idea in her head she kept at it until  she  was 
finished.  Jim perked right up at this turn in the  conversation! 
"Yes I do Mrs. Warren," Jim replied happily.  He then went on  to 
tell  about  how Heather was letting him wear one of  her  pretty 
white  tops and her blue Denim mini-skirt.  Jim  eagerly  related 
that  he would also get to borrow a pair white shoes with  a  low 
heel and a pair of nylons too!

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

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

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

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

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

     She looked at me and smiled.  "Jim seems quite excited about 
the  play,  doesn't he?"  I knew I had promised Jim  not  to  say 
anything  but  this wasn't school and after all, he  started  it!  
"Mom,  I asked hesitantly, is it normal for boys to dress  up  as 
girls?"

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

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

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

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

     I was sure my mother and Jim had both lost their sanity  but 
she  persisted.   She said that dad was going to be off  on  this 
current  business trip all weekend and that I could start  Friday 
after school.  To sweeten the deal she offered to take me out  to 
the mall Saturday and buy me the leather jacket I had my eye  on.  
The jacket idea was what finally swung the deal for mom  although 
I  would  have  probably  given in just  to  make  her  stop  her 
pestering  me!   We set a date for Friday evening  and  she  said 
she'd  pick out something for me to wear. I made her  promise  to 
buy  me the jacket even if I decided I didn't like being  dressed 
up, which I was sure I wouldn't.

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

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

     Well  the fateful class arrived soon enough, too soon  as  a 
matter  of  fact.  I wasn't looking forward to  learning  how  to 
dance as a girl!  Jim and I picked up our books and followed  the 
girls  to the gym where the practice was to be held.   The  girls 
were mostly nice to us although there were a few giggles when  we 
entered the gym.  As we lined up Mrs. Sloan said that she  didn't 
mean  any  offense to me or Jim but she would be  addressing  the 
class  as "Ladies."   She said it was simply easier that way  and 
that we should just follow along!

     After  class the girls were all talking about the new  dance 
and  before  I  knew it Jim and I were  deeply  involved  in  the 
conversation!   The girls acted as if there was  nothing  unusual 
about  two  boys learning how to dance as girls!  We  talked  and 
joked all the back to our lockers and several of them even walked 
home  with us we could talk more!  I was beginning to think  that 
this  play might turn out to be a great way to get to  know  some 
pretty  girls!  Who knows, I might be able to get a date  with  a 
few!  I thought to myself.

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

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

     Then it hit me like a sledgehammer! 

     It  was Friday, the day I promised to let mom dress me as  a 
girl!

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

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

     "Relax  honey,"  She said as she took my arm and  guided  me 
towards her room. "You never know, this could be fun!"

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

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

     Mom  ignored my question.  She gave me the clothes and  told 
me  to  go to my room and get started.  She'd stop by  in  a  few 
minutes to help me.  "What do you mean?" I asked.  I'm a big  boy 
now, I've been dressing myself for quite a while remember!"   Mom 
found  that  to be very funny!  "Wrong!" She  said  emphatically. 
"Tonight  you're a big GIRL and believe me you'll need my  help!"  
Still laughing. she shoved me off towards my room.

     Once in my room I looked at the clothes and began to  wonder 
if  the jacket was really worth it but reluctantly began to  take 
off  my  clothes.   Once I got everything off  I  picked  up  the 
panties  Mom had given me to wear.  They had lace all around  the 
waist  and  leg openings.  When I pulled them on I  noticed  that 
they  felt very soft and light, totally different from  the  boys 
underwear  I was used to.  I got everything adjusted  just  right 
and reached for the pantyhose.

     I  soon figured that they were like pants with feet so  with 
just a little work I managed to pull them on.  The tag inside  of 
them  said  they were "Smooth and Silky" which went  a  long  way 
towards  explaining the way they felt.  Without thinking I  found 
myself  running my hands down my nylon covered legs and  thinking 
about how nice they felt!  Suddenly I snapped back to reality!  I 
was  only doing this to get that jacket.  There was just  no  way 
I'd like it!  Yet when reaching for the bra I brushed my leg with 
my  hand  and an awful thought came to me. I liked  the  way  the 
nylon felt against my skin!

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

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

     In  my opinion she had already overdone it, the panties  and 
nylons were bad enough but now it looked like I had boobs!   Next 
she had me pull a white slip over my head and stand still as  she 
adjusted  the length.  Looking down at myself I couldn't  believe 
that  I was standing here all decked out in nylon and lace.   Yet 
there  was no denying it, the slip was trimmed with lace  at  the 
top  and  bottom and the nylons in the bra made a  very  feminine 
bulge  at the chest!  I must have been staring at  myself  longer 
than I realized because the next thing I knew Mom was sitting  in 
the bed smiling!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Mom walked in to see me standing there ready to cry. "What's 
wrong, Mike?" She asked.  "I'm sorry if this upset you, I thought 
you might enjoy it!

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

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

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

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

     Mom smiled and hugged me.

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

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

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

     I could only wonder what she had in mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Mom  gave me a close examination.

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

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

     "To  make  a proper young lady out of you of  course!"   She 
replied as if it was a no-brainer!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     "Very  good,"   she said approvingly, "Now try  to  walk  in 
them!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     "Good girl!"  Mom said happily.  "You're really beginning to 
look nice!"

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

     Mom had me raise my arms so she could slide it over my  head 
then  pulled the gown over my shoulders and waist.  Once she  got 
it just the way she wanted it she stepped behind me and zipped it 
up.  "You're going to make a lovely young woman in this  outfit,"  
She said as she tied the sash behind me.  "I hope you like it  as 
much as I did when I wore it!"

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

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

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

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

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

     Mom acted as if it was just a minor problem to be solved  in 
due time.

     "That's okay honey," she said.  "We'll figure something  out 
later."

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

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

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

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

     While  I was enjoying (more like "Luxuriating" as the  label 
said!)  my  bath  mom knocked on the door.  "I  brought  you  some 
things to wear to bed Mike," she said sweetly.  "I'll leave  them 
on the floor out here.  I hope you like them!  I wasn't sure what 
she meant, I always slept in my underwear and mom knew it.   "I'd 
check  on  it  after I finished this great bath,"  I  thought  to 
myself.

     After  I  finished my bath I dried off and wrapped  a  towel 
around my waist.  Opening the door I saw what mom had brought for 
me.   On the floor outside of the bathroom lay a  yellow,  nylon, 
nightgown,  a  pair  of lacy, yellow panties and a  pair  of  her 
backless  bedroom  slippers to match the nightgown  and  panties! 
"One last obstacle before I get my jacket."  I thought to myself.  
I picked up the clothes and put them on.  It upset me the panties 
and  nightgown felt good but I reminded myself that it  would  be 
over  soon and I'd be back to being myself again.  I put  on  the 
slippers and went to show mom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     That clinched it!  Mom had completely flipped!

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

     Mom's expression never changed.

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

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

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

     I took off my nightgown and picked up the bra.

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

     Mom saw my puzzled expression.

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

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

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

     It turns out that mom had planned on taking me shopping as a 
girl  as soon as I agreed to try dressing up!  She went  out  and 
bought  a few things for me to wear so I'd look like  a  thirteen 
year  old  girl!  The stockings were of course a perfect  fit  as 
were  the slip and dress.  The dress was really, mom described it 
as  a "Floral print" in fall colors.  I thought it was just  some 
brown and orange flowers and stuff, guess I had a lot to learn!

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

     Although it really bugged me to admit it mom was right!   It 
was just right for a girl my age, very figure flattering I  think 
they say!  It ended several inches above my knee's, just like the 
girls wore at school.  My padded bra gave me just the right sized 
chest,  and the dress provided curves for my waist and hips.   My 
slip was the perfect length, the lace at the bottom ended an inch 
or  two  before my dress did so I wouldn't worry  about  my  slip 
showing!

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Mom reached over and grabbed her make-up kit.

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

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

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

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

     "Me and my big mouth!"  I thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     "I'm  going  to  hate myself,"  I said, "But  I'll  be  your 
daughter today!"

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

     "Dont forget your purse sweetheart," she said with a  smile.  
"You  might want to touch up your make-up in the Ladies  room  at 
the mall!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     "Was everything okay sweetheart?"  She asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Within minutes the bravest of them approached me. 

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

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

     "Hi," I said flashing him a smile.  "I'm doing some shopping 
with my mom.  We're not from around here."

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

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

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

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

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

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

     I  don't know how Rick would have enjoyed talking  about  my 
playing second base for a boy's baseball team!  Soon our time was 
up and mom returned.  Rick asked if he could have my phone number 
but  I told him mom didn't allow boys to call me yet!  He  seemed 
disappointed but recovered quickly enough to suggest we go roller 
skating on Sunday!

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

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

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

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

     When  we finally got back home mom helped me put  my  things 
away.   She  kept my dresses in her closet but told me to  put  my 
lingerie in with my regular clothes.

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

     I spent the rest of the day as Kristen, looking at  clothing 
catalogues with mom and admiring the pretty outfits.  Mom told me 
that I'd have to forget about kristen for a while since dad would 
be home tomorrow.  Noting that I seemed sad she said that I could 
wear panties under my slacks if I wanted to, I hurried to take  a 
bath  pouring  the scented bath oil into the tub!  I sat back  to 
remember  a weekend I never would have thought possible!  Just  a 
few  short  days  ago I had been shocked to see  my  best  friend 
dressed as a girl.

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

     The  next morning I got up and had breakfast as  if  nothing 
had  happened.  Dad was home by then and asked how everything  went 
while  he  was gone.  I told him that it had been a  pretty  quiet 
week but that I was glad he was home. Dad smiled at me,  "Mom tells 
me  you landed a part in your class play!"  He said.   "I'll  bet 
you're happy about that!" I just stared at him.  "Everyone got  a 
part dad," I explained.  "Some kids got better parts than  others 
though!"

     Dad didnt appear to understand.

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

     Dad just wouldn't leave well enough alone though.

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

     Mom had been sitting there quietly, just looking at me  with 
a stupid grin.  I hoped she'd just keep quiet but my luck had run 
out!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     I really enjoyed music class that day, we were getting  more 
into  the dancing and I was really getting good at it!   Best  of 
all the girls were really nice to Jim and me, we had gotten to be 
friends with several of the prettiest girls in class!  I couldn't 
wait for chance to ask them out!

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

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

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

     That  evening  mom  told me to take a bath  and  get  ready.  
After I finished my bath I put on a robe and went back to my room 
to get dressed.  Mom met me in the hall and said that she'd  laid 
out  my clothes for me.  When I saw what was on my bed  I  almost 
died!  Not only had mom set out my new skirt and top but she  had 
also  laid  out a pair of my prettiest panties, a half  slip  and 
stockings!  I stood there in shock for a moment until I heard mom 
behind me.

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

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

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

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

     I  pulled  on my skirt, tucked in my blouse and  checked  to 
make  sure  my slip didn't show.  Satisfied that all was  well  I 
finished  zipping up my skirt and buttoned it.  Stepping  into  a 
pair of mom's black flats I took another look in the mirror.   My 
hair  made me look like a boy but I was sure mom would take  care 
of  that.  Mom sat me in front of her dresser and  after  several 
minutes of brushing, teasing, and hair spray she let me see how I 
looked.   I didn't look much like a boy anymore but  was  nowhere 
near as pretty as I looked as Kristen.  I thought mom would  make 
me  wear her hair-piece again but she said it would  attract  too 
much  attention.  I was happy I wouldn't have to explain  showing 
up with long wavy hair!

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

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

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

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

     Before dad could continue teasing me mom insisted we had  to 
leave  for  the play.  I wished that I could thank  dad  for  the 
compliments but thought that might cause some problems.  Mom gave 
me one of her jackets and we headed for our car.  Dad opened  and 
held  moms door for her then smiled and did the same for  me.   I 
knew  he  was just fooling around but I smiled  and  thanked  him 
anyway.  I tucked my skirt beneath me as I sat down then swung my 
legs  into the car the way mom had taught me.  Dad looked  at  me 
strangely then gently closed my door!

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

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

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

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

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

     Several  of  the  girls were whispering to  each  other  and 
glancing over at me.  Finally one of them came over and asked  if 
I'd do her a favor.  Kathy was really cute and without a  thought 
I  agreed.  Just my luck, I had agreed to accompany her  on-stage 
to present our teacher with a bouquet of flowers!

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

     After the other classes finished their parts my friend Kathy 
and  I  went  backstage  to prepare  for  our  presentation.   As 
promised Kathy gave me the flowers and we walked on-stage as Mrs. 
Sloan  was called up.  Kathy read a little speech  thanking  Mrs. 
Sloan while I stood in the background trying to be invisible.  In 
what  seemed like a split second Kathy was motioning me  to  come 
forward  with the flowers.  I felt very silly cradling a  bouquet 
of flowers in my arms and was only too happy to give them to Mrs. 
Sloan.  She thanked Kathy and me and gave each of us a hug.  When 
my turn came she put her arms around me and thanked me.

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

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

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

     I  left  mom  and dad to settle things with  Jim's  mom  and 
quickly  hopped  into the car.  It wasn't long before  I  noticed 
that  we missed the turn that would have taken us home.  We  were 
headed  straight  for  the restaurant with Jim and  me  still  in 
skirts!

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

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

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

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

     I  thought  I  could act like I did at the mall  but  I  was 
afraid  to  do that around dad.  What would he think of me  if  I 
acted  like a girl around him?  Before I could worry about it  we 
pulled into the restaurant parking lot.  Dad parked next to Jim's 
mom  and got out first.  He walked around and opened  mom's  door 
for her then before I could reach for the handle he opened mine.

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

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

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

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

     Our families were already headed for the door so we  hurried 
to catch up to them.  As we approached the door dad held it  open 
and  waved us through.  Dad looked at me quizzically  then  asked 
mom where I got the purse.  Mom just brushed him off saying  that 
she had meant to give it away but left it in the car.  Dad seemed 
to believe her, at least he didn't ask any more questions.

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Looking  at mom I noticed that she was looking at me  as  if 
she  was  happy with our little charade!  If I only  looked  more 
like  a girl this could be fun!  Dad seemed kind of confused,  he 
just  looked at me for a moment, shrugged his shoulders  and  sat 
down.  We  finished our meal then walked back to our cars  to  go 
home.  I was amazed, another outing as Kristen and no one  seemed 
to notice me!  Was it possible that I looked and acted that  much 
like a girl?

     During the drive home I decided to ask mom if I could  spend 
some  time  as Kristen sometime soon!  I was having  fun  fooling 
everyone  and wondered how well I could do.  When we got  home  I 
plopped  down  on  the couch, kicked off the  shoes  I  wore  and 
propped  my feet on the coffee table.  Dad walked into  the  room 
and sat down beside me.  He gently slapped my leg and told me  to 
sit  like  a  lady.  I automatically took my feet  down,  sat  up 
straight, and put my legs together.

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

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

     Things were different after that.  Mom insisted that I spend 
more  time helping around the house and running errands for  her.  
If  dad  wasn't in the room she might point out a dress  or  some 
other  outfit  in  an advertisement and ask  my  opinion  of  it.  
Needless  to say she never asked my opinion of any guys  clothes.  
One  day  after school I asked mom if she'd mind if I  could  get 
dressed up until dad came home from work.  Mom was delighted that 
I'd  want  to  get dressed up again!  She told  me  to  pick  out 
something pretty and she'd do my hair again.  I rushed to my room 
and began to get changed. 

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

     I practically tore off the clothes I had worn to school  and 
began to get dressed.  It felt great to put panties on again  and 
my legs looked so pretty in my sheer, white stockings.  I steeped 
into my slip and went to get mom's help with my bra and to pick a 
dress  from her closet.  Mom hugged me when she saw me and  asked 
if I liked wearing girls underwear.

     "I  just can't believe how easy it is to be a girl," I  said 
offhandedly.  "Actually it's not that bad!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     I  told  mom  how I felt about dressing up and  that  I  was 
afraid people would laugh at me.  She said that no one needed  to 
know that I liked to dress up like a girl.  She'd keep my dresses 
and stuff out of sight and only she and I would know about  them. 
With  that settled my only problem was that it didn't seem  right 
for me to wear girls clothes.  Mom said that as long as I  wasn't 
hurting  anyone she really didn't see anything wrong.   Then  she 
looked at me and said that her and dad had always wanted to  have 
two kids but after I was born they found that they couldn't  have 
any  more.  Mom said that they wanted a boy and a girl but  would 
never be able to have the girl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Mom laughed and said she knew a place not far from the  mall 
we had gone to.  She wondered how I'd handle attention from boys. 

     "Any boy in particular mom?" I asked.

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

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

     Dad  went  out  of town on Friday so when I  got  home  from 
school  I  immediately changed into girls clothes.  I  spent  the 
evening  getting pointers on acting like a girl.  I learned  more 
about  how to walk and do simple things in a feminine  way.   Mom 
taught  me  to sit down slowly and cross my legs even  if  I  was 
wearing  slacks.  She said that was the way young ladies sat  and 
she  expected her daughter to act the same way.  I soon  realized 
that I had a lot to remember if I was to be a girl.  It  wouldn't 
be as easy as I thought since I never knew all of these things.

     When it was time for bed I ran my bath water and while I was 
undressing  added a little scented bath oil just for  kicks!   It 
was a great bath,  so nice and warm.  When I finished I felt  very 
smooth and smelled so nice! 

     I  pulled on a pair of bright red panties I had picked  out, 
they  seemed  pretty  and I really felt like a girl  in  them.  I 
slipped a pink flannel nightgown over my head and pulled it  down 
around  me.  Ever since I had agreed to keep dressing as  Kristen 
mom had been picking up clothes for me whenever she had a  chance 
I  had several pretty dresses, a couple of skirts and  tops,  two 
nightgowns and lingerie in every color of the rainbow!

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

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

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

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

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

     I did have a great time, I always did like to skate and when 
it came time for the first couple skate a guy did ask me to skate 
with him.  It felt just a little strange to be holding hands with 
a  guy while we skated around but he was so sweet  and  friendly.  
He made me feel like I was special and was happy to hear anything 
I  had  to say.  After the couple skate we sat and talked  for  a 
little while before he asked if we could skate together again.  I 
smiled  and agreed, he took my hand and we spent the rest of  the 
afternoon  skating together.  At the end of the day  he  actually 
kissed  me on the cheek!  Good grief, my first  kiss and  it  was 
from another boy!

     Now I was getting very confused!

     When we got home that afternoon mom suggested that I put  on 
something  nice  and we'd go somewhere for dinner.  I  traded  my 
jeans  in  for  a  pretty  brown suede  skirt  with  a  slip  and 
stockings.  I slipped on my brown pumps and mom and I were off for 
dinner  at  a  small  restaurant  across  town  to  avoid  anyone 
recognizing  me.  We were waiting to be seated when a voice  from 
behind us said "I didn't expect to run into you here Nancy!"

     I  was desperately hoping it was a mistake but I  knew  that 
voice  -  it was Jim's mother!  I had nowhere to hide and  I  was 
certain  that Mrs. Wald would recognize me.  Mom put her hand  on 
my shoulder to turn me around.  "Aren't you going to say hello to 
Mrs.  .Wald?"  She asked.  The last thing on this earth I  wanted 
to do was to say hello to Jim's mother but before I could  resist 
mom  had  turned  me  around to face  Mrs.  Wald,   Heather,  and 
Heather's  girlfriend.   Mrs.  Wald was smiling  at  me  as  were 
Heather and her friend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Jim  said  that  while he was admiring  himself  his  sister 
walked  in  on  them.  Heather couldn't believe  how  pretty  Jim 
looked  and  was delighted with her new 'sister!'  He  said  that 
they  spent  the rest of that evening dressing him  in  different 
outfits and fixing his hair.  He was thrilled with the  attention 
he  got  and began wearing Heather's clothes whenever  he  got  a 
chance.   He  had  been  going out with  his  mother  and  sister 
occasionally but this was his first big night out.  He had picked 
out  the  clothes to wear and his mom had used a  temporary  hair 
rinse to change his hair color.

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

     Jim  and I were having a great time talking when his  sister 
interrupted  to  tell  us about an upcoming  dance  at  the  high 
school.  It sounded like fun but our mothers didn't think we were 
ready  to go to a dance as girls yet!  I suggested that we  could 
go  roller skating together and that met with approval.   We  made 
plans to go the next afternoon and readily agreed to let  Heather 
come  too!  It seemed like a good idea, spending an afternoon  as 
girlfriends! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     "I was thinking of some other clothes if you girls  wouldn't 
mind," she said.

     "I  picked  out a few things I had put away  years  ago  and 
thought you ladies might like to try them on!"

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

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

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

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

     "You'll  be needing this too."  Mom said as she handed me  a 
black half slip in the same length as the dress."

     Mom left the room as I pulled off my nightgown and began  to 
pull on the slip.  Once I got the slip on I hurriedly put on  the 
bra  I had worn earlier.  I stepped into the dress and  had  just 
pulled it over my shoulders when mom came back carrying a pair of 
shoes that matched the dress.

     "Put a pair of nylons on and try these on."  She  instructed 
me.  "I think they'll fit and they'll look really nice with  your 
dress!"

     I  reached  into  my  drawer and took  out  a  pair  of  tan 
stockings.   I  forced myself to slowly pull them up my  legs  to 
avoid  snagging  or ripping them.  Once I got them on  I  stepped 
into the shoes and found them to be a perfect fit.

     I was admiring myself in the mirror when Jim came back  into 
the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Jim and I looked at each other and grinned.

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

     Jim  didn't  have  to say anything, the smile  and  look  of 
delight  on  his face said it all.  We followed mom back  to  her 
room  and  prepared for our makeover's.  Mom had  us  remove  our 
dresses and snapped our pictures once again.

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

     Once  again mom smeared some foundation on first then  added 
powder  and blush.  She seemed to be taking a little longer  than 
she  had  the first time although I wasn't sure  why.   Next  she 
curled my lashes and applied mascara to them.  She took out a set 
of  colored pencils and began working on my eyes.  When  she  was 
finished  she  used  a  small brush to  outline  my  lips  before 
applying lipstick.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Jim noticed my staring at him and smiled.

     "Do I look that that good?" He asked in a halting voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Jill returned my hug without hesitating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     After  all the pictures we reluctantly removed  our  clothes 
and  cleaned our faces as mom had shown us.  Jill put on a  light 
orange   baby  doll  nightie  that  just  brushed   her   thighs.  
Underneath  she had on a matching pair of panties that went  with 
the nightie, with her pony tail she looked perfect for a girl her 
age.  I selected a pink nylon nightgown with white lace at the arm 
holes and hem, it wasn't quite as cute as Jill's but I enjoyed  the 
nylon more than cotton.

     We  laid  in  bed  and talked about  how  much  fun  we  had 
pretending  to be girls and thought up different places we  would 
like to go as Jill and Kristen.  We both thought that it would be 
a  blast to see what it would be like to go to school dressed  as 
girls.   We spent at least an hour dreaming up different  outfits 
we'd  wear to school, which boys we'd most like to date  and  how 
much  fun we'd have.  We finally wore ourselves out  and  drifted 
off to sleep thinking of skating with Jill's sister the next day.

     When  morning came Jill and I went downstairs for  breakfast 
with  mom.   She  was  happy to see us  in  our  nightgowns   and 
complimented  us on how cute we looked.  Afterwards we went  back 
to  my room to change.  Jill and I both pulled on a panty  girdle 
to  keep any bulges from showing then wiggled into  tight  jeans.  
After we put on our bras and tops we spent a few moments admiring 
our new shapes in the mirror.  I loved the way I looked as a girl 
but kept wondering how dad would react to seeing me this way.   I 
hoped he'd understand but decided it was better not to find out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     As we left, we kept teasing Jill about her new boyfriend but 
she didn't seem to mind.  She said that since she was  pretending 
to be a girl anyway she might as well let this guy treat her like 
one.  Heather  tried  to tease her by planning  double  dates  as 
sisters  but her mom made her stop.  When I looked over  at  Jill 
she  seemed  to be lost in thought with a smile on her  face.   I 
suppose  she was thinking of what it would be like to date  as  a 
girl.  She was certainly pretty enough, even in jeans you'd  have 
never thought you were looking at a boy.

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

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

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

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

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

     Still I didn't complain too much since mom often took me  to 
see   the  latest  movies  and  we  always  stopped  for   dinner 
afterwards.  Of course I was always dressed as Kristen but hey  a 
good  movie and dinner out afterwards were still appreciated.   I 
figured that if she was willing to be so nice to me I could repay 
her  by being her daughter for an afternoon, or an evening, or  a 
weekend.   Dad never questioned our outings and I never gave  him 
details, what he didn't know couldn't hurt me right?

     Even  though dad didn't know about my dressing I  still  had 
problems  with it.  I admit that when I'm wearing girl's  clothes 
I'm  happy and having a great time yet after it was over  I  felt 
bad  about  wearing girl's clothes.  I could  just  imagine  what 
would  happen if one of the guys from school found out  about  my 
dressing up.  I'd never live it down!  The guys were nice  enough 
to  me  when  I had to dress as a girl  for  the  play,  probably 
feeling sorry for me and happy it wasn't them.  How would I  ever 
explain  wearing  a  dress now that the play was  long  over  and 
forgotten?

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

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

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

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

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

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

     I knew that I shouldn't be doing this but I also knew that I 
just  had to do it!  Yes, I know that sounds strange  but  that's 
the  only way I can explain my feelings!  I was a boy and  really 
did  enjoy being a boy, I loved baseball and riding  my  mountain 
bike  and  checking out cute girls.  I also knew that  I  really, 
really,  loved the soft feel of panties and the tightness  of  my 
bra on my chest.  When I put on a pretty dress and fixed my hair I 
was in heaven!  Even though I tried to deny it I had a great  time 
going  shopping  with mom as Kristen.  I adored the  feel  of  my 
nylon covered legs rubbing each other when I crossed them and the 
excitement of being accepted as a girl in the ladies room.

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

     I  was sitting in front of her make-up mirror putting on  my 
lipstick  when I looked in the mirror and wanted to die! Dad  was 
standing  behind me with puzzled look watching me do my  make-up!  
I  wanted to run and hide but there was no where to go.   I  just 
hung my head and waited for dad to chew me out.

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

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

     Mom's cheery voice stopped abruptly as she turned the corner  
and saw dad  standing there.

     "Hi  honey!"   She  said to dad as  if  nothing  was  wrong.  
"You're home early, what's up?."

     Dad just looked at her then pointed to me. 

     "Good  question?"  He replied.  "Maybe you two can tell  me.  
Let's  start with why Mike here is all dolled up and who  Kristen 
is?"

     I spoke up before mom could say anything.

     "I'm Kristen dad," I replied sadly.  "Please don't be mad at 
mom, it's my fault."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     As  much  as  I  wanted to I just couldn't  lie  to  my  dad.      

     "They're  not  mom's clothes dad." I said in  a  low  voice.  
"They're all mine, it was my idea to wear them."

     Mom stopped me before I could say anymore.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     It was no use, dad had heard and was headed for the steps to 
talk to Jim.  It only took a moment to know that as usual Jim  was 
dressed as Jill!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     "What'll they be dad?"  I asked.

     "Well, just to show you it's not a game I want you to  dress 
up  everyday as soon as you come home from school!  You'll  spend 
every minute at home as Kristen, including weekends!  When I come 
home  from work I expect to see my daughter Kristen in  a  dress, 
stockings, and shoes.  That means no jeans or slacks of any kind!  
You'll  dress  exactly  as  any  girl  your  age  including   the 
appropriate underwear.  In addition, you're to act like and  will 
be treated like a girl at all times!  If you agree I promise  not 
to  say  a word until I've thought this through,  otherwise  I'll 
stop all of your outside activities and tell your friends why!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     "Just relax and everything will be fine sweetheart," he said 
in a soft voice.  I promise not to be too hard on you.  With that 
he kissed me on the forehead then held me out at arms length.

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

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

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

     Turning to me he suddenly seemed worried.

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

     I began to blush.

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

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

     I smiled, went back to my room, dug my purse and jacket from 
the back of my closet and returned downstairs.  Dad helped mom on 
with her coat then held mine for me.  I smiled and thanked him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Dad  put his arm around me and escorted me out to  the  car.  
Once again he held mom's door then mine.  I felt better  already!  
I  hurried  downstairs  to breakfast Saturday  to  find  that  my 
parents were waiting for me. 

     "Happy birthday!"  They shouted. 

     "You  look  like you had a good night's sleep."   Said  dad.  
"All  ready for your big day?"  I began to answer as I  sat  down 
but I soon found that my thin nightgown was no match for the cold 
chair.   The  cold  wood  of the  chair  went  right  through  my 
nightgown and panties and caused me to jump!

     Dad  nearly spit out his coffee from laughing!  "See,  there 
are some advantages to wearing boys clothes!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     It  took several hours but finally we had a sparkling  clean 
house.  Mom told me to shower and get ready for the party.  I was 
to leave my hair damp since she wanted to use her hot  rollers to 
make it look nice.  I couldn't wait to have Jim see me in my  new 
dress! It was so cute and it meant so much to me coming from dad! 
For a split second I wondered if Jim would be dressed up but then 
I came to my senses. Since it would only be our families here  it 
was a sure bet that Jill would be coming instead of Jim!

     I  laid out one of the slips and bras that dad bought me  on 
the bed along with a new pair of stockings and took a pair of the 
panties  and  a robe into the bathroom with me.   After  a  quick 
shower and shampoo I dried myself off, slipped on my panties  and 
robe and went to get dressed.  I pulled on my stockings as gently 
as possible to avoid getting any runs in them then slipped on  my 
bra  and  fastened it.  Stepping into my new slip  I  stopped  to 
admire  myself in the mirror.  My legs looked great  peeking  out 
from the lace at the end of my slip, the stockings somehow seemed 
to make them a little nicer! 

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

     Mom helped me into my dress and zipped it up for me.  It was 
so  nice and a perfect fit!  I couldn't wait to get my hair  done 
and  let dad see me in my dress!  Mom had to keep telling  me  to 
sit  still as she rolled my hair saying that I'd have  plenty  of 
time  to  show off for dad!  It took her a few  minutes  but  she 
finished setting my hair and began to work on my face.  I  wanted 
her to  fix me up like she did that night with Jill but she  said 
that  was entirely too much make-up for a girl my age!  I'd  have 
to settle for a little blush, lipstick, and eye shadow. I  begged 
her  to really go all out but she said that I'd be  happy  enough 
once  she finished.  After a few minutes of fussing over  me  she 
decided  I looked good enough and told me to just sit  still  and 
wait  a few more minutes for my hair to set.  I picked up a  copy 
of a sports magazine to read while I was waiting but mom took  it 
from  me  and handed me a magazine for teen-age  girls.   I  just 
shrugged and started to read an article on what boys really  look 
for in a girlfriend.

     The   article  was  really  interesting.   I  never   really 
understood what girls liked in guys and now it was all clear!   I 
figured  this  stuff would be really helpful to me in  getting  a 
date,  what  an  edge I'd have on the other guys!   After  all  I 
doubted  if  many of them ever read this kind  of  magazine!   Of 
course the only reason I was reading it now was to pass the  time 
while  getting  my  hair done!  It seemed really  strange  to  be 
sitting here in a dress and girls underwear, curlers in my  hair, 
reading  about what girls really liked in a guy and thinking  how 
it could help me get a date with a girl!  I figured though that I 
wasn't  going to be dressed this way all the time and there  were 
several  girls  in school I'd like to date so why not get  a  few 
pointers!

     Mom  came back a few minutes to take out my curlers  and  we 
talked about the article and my feelings.  I told her that I felt 
really confused, I was having a really great time as Kristen  but 
I still enjoyed doing things other guys did and I wanted to  date 
girls.   Mom held me and told me that she thought the best  thing 
for  me to do was to learn to enjoy being both Mike and  Kristen.  
She  said that I spent the last thirteen years as Mike so  now  I 
should  enjoy being Kristen!  I was lucky to see what girls  went 
through  and yet be a boy whenever I wanted , not many boys  ever 
have that chance!

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

     While  I  was  worried about what I would  do  mom  finished 
taking  out my curlers and brushing my hair.  She let me look  at 
myself in the mirror and I got a kick out of seeing a pretty girl 
with a head full of loose curls staring at me!  I gave mom a kiss 
and  told  her how great it looked!  She didn't answer me  but  I 
could  tell by her smile that she was happy to have the  daughter 
she  wanted!   I stepped into a pair of white pumps, put  on  the 
necklace dad bought for me and headed downstairs for my party!

     Jim  and his family arrived several minutes  later.  Heather  
looked  great  in a denim skirt and white tank top  but  Jim  was 
fantastic  in  a silky, cream colored romper with tiny  pink  and 
blue flowers all over it, a pair of white stockings and pink open 
toed sandals!  His shoes  were a perfect match for his outfit and 
to top it off my sandy haired friend was now a blonde!  His  hair  
wasn't quite as long as mine but it was styled in soft waves with 
bangs  just  above his eyebrows!  He wore  light  pink  lipstick, 
foundation,  pink  eyeshadow, and just a touch of  blush!   If  I 
hadn't  known that this was a boy I could have never guessed,  he 
was the kind of girl that made boys act stupid!

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

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

     We hurried off to my room complimenting each others  outfits 
as  we  went!  I still couldn't believe how pretty  Jim  was,  his 
outfit gave him a figure any girl our age would kill for, and  he 
looked  great  with blond hair.  He said that his mom had  used  a 
special  hair  coloring that would wash right out to give  him  a 
different  look.  We decided to see how we'd look in each  others 
outfit  so  Jim  took off his romper and gave it to  me  while  I 
removed my dress and slip and gave them to him!  The romper  felt 
great  when  I got it all buttoned up, very smooth and  silky!  I 
made a note to ask mom to buy me one too!  Jim of course was just 
as  pretty in my dress, once again looking like a  teen-age  boys 
dream come true!  We finally had to switch back when our  parents 
called us downstairs.  I hated to take off the pretty romper  but 
I felt better after I put my slip and dress back on!

     Downstairs  we had some cake and ice cream and  then  opened 
the gift from Jim's family.  They had bought me two rompers  like 
Jim's in pink and blue.  Jim said that they picked the colors  so 
I could feel like a girl in pink or a boy in blue!  I told   them 
that  there  was  a fat chance of feeling like a boy  in  one  of 
these!   I couldn't wait to wear one of them but I still  had  no 
idea  what  dad was going to do about me.  He never said  a  word 
when I held up my presents, just sort of nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Aunt Barb came over and gave me a hug.

     "Happy Birthday Kristen!  You look great!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Dad was kind enough to bring me up to speed.

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

     Aunt Barb gently turned me to face her.

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

     Cindy broke in excitedly.

     "I've  always wanted a little sister Kris and now  I'll  have 
one! I'm going to teach you all about being a girl!"

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

     "Hold out your hands!"  Cindy ordered.

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

     "Which do you think looks better?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Cindy gave me a big hug.

     Trust me Kris, you're going to love being a girl!

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

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

     "Well I guess so,"  I said cautiously. 

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

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

     I  finished  opening  the rest of mom and  dad's  gifts  and 
picked up a box from Cindy.  Sorting through the pretty  wrapping 
paper  and  ribbon I opened the box and found myself  to  be  the 
owner  of  a pink sun dress  with a white ruffle at the  hem  and 
neckline.  The dress had two thin shoulder straps to hold it  up, 
a flared skirt, and absolutely screamed "GIRL!"  Sure I know that 
dresses  are strictly for girls but there are dresses  and  there 
are dresses, and then of course there was this dress!

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

     "I take it you approve?"  Cindy asked.

     Without  setting  the dress down I wrapped  my  arms  around 
Cindys neck.

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

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

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

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

     "No chance!"  Dad blurted out.

     "I suppose I can wait."  I said as if I was really hoping to 
wear it to school.  "It wont be easy but I'll wait."

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

     I  opened  more boxes to find some new  panties,  bras,  and 
slips which were every bit as nice as the ones dad bought for me.  
Just  to make sure I had a need for them I also got  several  new 
dresses  as well as skirts and blouses.  After opening  the  last 
box  I  looked over my new wardrobe of skirts,  dresses,  shorts, 
jeans,  and  lingerie.  I was positive I had  everything  a  girl 
could possibly need and far more than a boy should ever have!

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

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

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

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

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

     "Don't worry about the top Kris,"  Cindy said.  "The padding 
will take care of that!"  Aunt Barb smiled and handed me one last 
package. 

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

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

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

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

     Mom handed me the bathing suit and told me to go to my  room 
and  try  it on.  Cindy volunteered to help me with  the  bathing 
suit but I turned her down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     "You make one cute girl Kris!"  He said appreciatively. 

     Mom threw her arms around me and began to cry.

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

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

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

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

     I  was  allowed  to go back and change out  of  my  swimsuit 
before  I  would hear what was going to happen  this  summer.   I 
asked Cindy if she'd like to come along and talk as I got changed 
and  she happily agreed.  We talked and laughed as I put  on  the  
shorts set I had just gotten.  I dug in the back of my closet and 
pulled  out  the photo album mom had made for me.   Cindy  agreed 
that  the gown I had worn looked great on me and raved about  the 
way mom had done my hair and make-up.  When we got to pictures of 
me  and Jim I told her how we had each decided we  liked  wearing 
girl's  clothes  but had never told the other.  She  thought  the 
story  of how Kristen and Jill met was the funniest  thing  she'd 
ever heard!  By then our families were getting impatient  waiting 
for  us  so  I pulled on a pair of pink socks to  match  my  top, 
slipped on my sneakers and went downstairs to hear my fate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     "Dance, with another boy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     I  ran  into Jim  on my way to school and filled him  in  on 
what had happened last night.  Jim thought I was so lucky to have 
to  spend  my summer vacation as a girl.  He was going on  a  one 
week vacation with his family as Jill but didn't think he'd  have 
as much fun as I would.  I tried telling him that after his  week 
he  could play baseball and do anything else he wanted but I  had 
to do whatever fourteen year old girls did.  Jim still thought  I 
had the better deal.

     I began paying a lot more attention to the girls in my class 
hoping  that I could pick up a few pointers to make me  a  better 
girl.   Whenever I could I watched the way they walked,  sat  and 
stood.  Actually it was really interesting, I noticed things  I'd 
never noticed before.  Girls were really different from guys  and 
not in just the obvious ways!  They had a whole different way  of 
moving  that  guys didn't have.  They sat differently  than  guys 
even  if  they  weren't wearing skirts and when  they  were  just 
standing around they did that differently too!  I knew that I had 
a  lot  to learn and I had better learn it well or  people  would 
notice something different about me!

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

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

     Inside  was  a complete nail care kit! Mom  decided  that  I 
should get into the habit of taking care of my nails so that they 
looked nice.  She sat down with me and showed me how to file  and 
buff  them to smooth any rough spots.  Not only would  this  make 
them  prettier she explained but there'd be less of a  chance  of 
snagging  my stockings when I put them on!  So every night  after 
my  bath  I would sit down and make sure my nails were  okay.   I 
also had to learn how to apply the nail polish that came with the 
kit.  Unfortunately I had to take it off before going to bed.   I 
couldn't show up for school with nail polish on!

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

The two weeks flew by and school was finally over.  All the  kids 
were  laughing  and cheering, happy to see the  start  of  summer 
vacation.   I was laughing and carrying on with the  others  even 
though  I was scared half to death.  I said good bye to  Jim  and 
promised to keep in touch as I walked up to my front door.  As  I 
entered the house I realized that the next time I walked out  the 
door  it would be as a girl but I felt strangely happy!  I  could 
have  stopped  this whole thing after getting that jacket  but  I 
didn't  want to!  No one had forced me to wear girl's clothes,  I 
was the one who asked mom if I could.

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

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

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

     Mom  was thrilled with the way I looked and complimented  me 
several times.  She handed me a pair of blue clip on earrings and 
helped me get them on.  Looking at myself in the mirror I thought 
the earrings added a really nice touch to my outfit and told mom.

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

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

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

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

     Since mom had already packed my nail kit she let me go  into 
her  room  and  use her things.  I checked  my  nails  over  very 
carefully  for any rough spots then applied a coat of light  pink 
polish to them.  I took my time since I was still a little new to 
doing this but when I finished I knew they were just right!   Mom 
let  me sit and read a magazine while they dried saying that  she 
didn't want me to mess them up helping set the table.  I sat down 
with my magazine and checked out the newest summer fashions!

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

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

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

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

     "Yeah,"  Dad said.  "Imagine!"

     We sat down and had a delicious dinner after which I  helped 
mom clean up and do dishes.  We no sooner got everything  cleaned 
up  than Aunt Barb and Cindy pulled into the driveway. I  ran  to 
the door to greet them!

     They were happy to see that I was dressed as Kristen instead 
of Mike.

     "This might not be such a tough job after all," My aunt said 
as she looked me over.

     Cindy  looked at me silently for a few moments  then  asked, 
"Are you sure you know what you're getting into Mike?  I mean you 
understand  that mom and I are going to do everything we  can  to 
make a girl out of you?"

     "She's right Mike,"  Added my aunt. "When we're done  you'll 
be as close to a real girl as we can possibly make you!  You  can 
back out now if you want to and no one will ever know!"

     I  just  smiled  at Aunt Barb and said, "Go  ahead,  do  your 
worst!"

     My  aunt glanced at my father to see if there had  been  any 
change of  mind on his part.

     "You heard the girl Barb, do your worst!"

     Aunt Barb smiled at mom and dad.  "Say goodbye to your son!"

     She  then asked Cindy to bring in the stuff from the car  as 
she  led me into the kitchen.  I was told to sit in a chair  next 
to  the table and wrap a towel around my shoulders to protect  my 
outfit.   Cindy  returned  from the car and  spread  a  bunch  of 
curlers and stuff on the table. 

     First  Aunt Barb took me over to the sink and  shampooed  my 
hair,  she dried it off just until it no longer dripped and began 
to  comb  it.  I didn't realize how long it had become  until  it 
ended  up just above my eyes.  Before I could move it out of  the 
way  Aunt  Barb began to trim it.  After she  finished  with  the 
front  she  began to work on the sides and back.  It took  a  few 
minutes but soon she pronounced it perfect.

     She  then took me back to the sink while Cindy began  mixing 
something that smelled awful.  When she was finished she handed a 
bottle  to my aunt who began to squeeze small streams of it  into 
my  hair.   She would take her comb, part my hair in  one  place, 
squeeze some stuff onto my head then repeat the steps in  another 
spot.  Puzzled, I asked what was going on.

     "We're giving you a dye job Kris,"  giggled Cindy.  "Instead 
of that mousy blonde hair you've got you'll have a cute shade  of 
Auburn!"

     "Oh yeah,"  I replied.  "Jim's mom did that to him  already.  
But what's the use since it comes out with a good shampooing?"

     "Not  this  stuff  Kris!"   Laughed  Cindy.  "This   color's 
permanent until  you switch or it grows out!"

     "Wait a minute!" I shouted.  "You never said anything  about 
permanently dyeing my hair!"

     Aunt Barb just laughed at my predicament. 

     "Relax  Kris, it's just one step in changing you from a  boy 
to a girl!  And speaking of permanents, guess what you're getting 
next!"

     I  had no choice but to sit there while my aunt colored  and 
curled  my  hair!  I told them to do their worst  and  they  were 
certainly trying!

     After  putting what she called the perm solution on me  Aunt 
Barb rolled my hair up in curlers and sprayed what she said was a 
setting  solution on it.  Satisfied that they were done  with  my 
hair they went to work on my eyebrows next. 

     Cindy took one side while her mom took the other. Each had a 
pair  of tweezers and a cotton swab with hair dye on  it.   After 
several  minutes of painful pulling they applied the hair dye  to 
my brows then took something that looked like tweezers that had a 
long  curved end padded with foam, put hair dye on it and did  my 
lashes.

     Cindy  then  took  my hands, removed the  polish  I  had  so 
carefully applied to my nails and glued finger nail tips on them.

     "Just  a little extra touch Kris!  You'll love the way  they 
look when I'm done!"

     After gluing on the fake nails she took a bottle of dark red 
polish out and began to coat my nails.

     "Pink  doesn't  look  good with your new  hair  color  Kris, 
You'll need something darker!  You can do your toe nails when  we 
get home!"

     Mom  dragged out an old hair dryer she had in the attic  and 
set  it  up for me.  It had a small case that sat on a  table  or 
floor  with  a long hose that attached to a  plastic  hood.   She 
placed  the  hood  over my curlers, turned it  on,  handed  me  a 
fashion magazine to read then went into the living room with  the 
others.

     After about an hour they returned and turned the dryer  off.  
Aunt  Barb removed the hood and began to check to see if my  hair 
was  completely dry yet.  Apparently it was because she began  to 
take out my curlers.  When the last curler was out she then took a 
brush and began to style my hair.  She parted it just a little bit 
back  from my forehead and began to brush that section  back  and 
towards  the sides.  When she finished that she brushed the  front 
section, fluffed it up and brushed it over my forehead.

     Cindy  and Mom had silly looking smiles plastered  on  their 
faces while dad just stared at me.  I had seen that look  before, 
it was the same way that Jim had looked at me when mom had gotten 
us all dolled up!

     "Do  I look like a girl dad?"  I asked as Aunt Barb  removed 
the towel from my shoulders.

     Dad smiled at me.

     "You're  a  beautiful  young  lady  now  Kris!    Absolutely 
beautiful!"

     Cindy grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to my feet.

     "Come on Kris, take a look at yourself now!"

     I  was  thrilled at how I looked!  I had really  pretty  dark 
red,  wavy hair that went past my collar in the back  with  curly 
bangs in front.  My eyebrows and lashes were a little lighter than 
my  hair but no where near what they used to be.  As a  matter  of 
fact  my  eyebrows  were now thin and arched,  my  lashes  looked 
longer and curled upward!  I was now one of the prettiest girls  I 
had ever seen!

     "I love it!"  I shouted!  "I'm really pretty!"

     "I'm glad you like it Kris,"  Cindy said.  "You're going  to 
be a hit at the dances this summer!"

     Cindy  was right, I'd be thrilled to dance with a girl  that 
looked  as pretty as I did!  I was beginning to look  forward  to 
trying my new look out on some guys.  I couldn't wait to see  how 
they'd react to me!

     Mom  snapped a few pictures of me while Aunt Barb packed  up 
the curlers and the rest of the things she'd brought.  I  happily 
posed with Cindy so mom could get some great shots!

     When  everything  had been cleaned up I kissed mom  and  dad 
goodbye then reached for my suitcases.  Before I could pick  them 
up dad stepped in and took them.

     "Allow me Miss!"  He said as he carried them out to the car!

     I kissed mom goodbye then headed for the car with Cindy. Dad 
was on his way back by then but I stopped him to say goodbye.

     "Thanks  dad,"   I  said as I hugged  him.   "You're  really 
sweet!"

     "My  pleasure young lady, do you suppose I could get a  kiss 
from my beautiful daughter?"

     I threw my arms around his neck, hugged him tight and kissed 
his cheek.

     "I love you dad!"

     "I love you too Kris!"

     It  was  dark out by then but it really  didn't  matter.  If 
anyone had seen us they'd never have guessed that the pretty girl 
hugging  my father was really his son!  Mike was just a  pile  of 
clothes I had left behind.

     Cindy was full of questions for me as we drove to her house.  
She  insisted that I tell her all about the play and how it  felt 
the  first  time I wore girl's clothes.  She burst  out  laughing 
when  I  told her how mom made me wear a slip and  panties  along 
with the skirt, blouse, and stockings I wore for the play.

     "Weren't you worried that someone would see your slip?"

     I explained that it was several inches shorter than my skirt 
and  that  mom  and I had checked carefully to  make  certain  it 
wasn't showing!

     She listened intently when I told her about my "date" at the 
mall and skating the next day.  I left out the part about how the 
boy  had  kissed me at the skating rink but Aunt Barb  seemed  to 
know all about it!

     "Aren't you forgetting something Kris?"  She asked.

     "Uh no, why Aunt Barb?"

     That's when she blew my cover!

     "What about the kiss?  Did you enjoy it?"

     "Kiss?"  Cindy asked.  "What kiss mom?"

     Embarrassed,  I broke down and told Cindy all about how  the 
boy  had held my hand and given me a kiss goodbye at the  skating 
rink.

     Cindy squealed excitedly.

     "Did he kiss you on the lips, did you like, did you kiss him 
back?"

     "No  Cindy,"  I laughed  as I tried to explain.  "He  kissed 
me  on the cheek, and I didn't kiss him back!  After all I'm  not 
that kind of girl!"

     "But did you like it?"  Cindy shot back.  "You never said if 
you liked it or not!"

     "Well, it wasn't too bad I guess.  I mean it was only on the 
cheek!"

     "Aha!"  Cindy Squealed!  "You did like it!"

     "Okay girls,"  Aunt Barb broke in.  "That's enough for now!"

     "By the way, are either of you girls hungry?"

     "Sure  mom,"  Cindy replied. "I could go for a burger and  a 
drink!"
     "Me too!" I chimed.

     We  turned into the parking lot of a fast food joint  and  I 
remembered how scared I was when we stopped after the play.  This 
time I was confident that no one could tell that I was a boy,  my 
aunt had too good of a job for that to happen!

     "This  is great"  Cindy exclaimed.  "I know a couple of  the 
kids who work here! I can't wait to introduce you to them Kris!"

     As  we  approached  the counter the  girl  at  the  register 
greeted  Cindy.   Cindy  wasted no time  introducing  me  as  her 
younger  cousin  Kristen who would be staying with her  over  the 
summer.   The  girl smiled, checked me out from head to  toe  and 
said that she'd introduce me to her little sister.

     "That's  great!"   Cindy said.  "I told Kris all  about  the 
dances, maybe your sister would like to go too!"

     The girl thought that was a great idea, her sister wanted to 
go  but her friends were too shy.  Now she'd have someone  to  go 
with!

     We  got our order and sat down to eat when one of  the  guys 
who worked there came over to us.  Cindy of course performed  the 
introductions.

     I  noticed that even though the guy was talking to Cindy  he 
kept  sneaking glances at me.  I thought he was cute and  decided 
to have a little fun with him.

     While  he was talking I crossed my legs and sat back in  the 
booth  to let him get a better look at them.  Needless to say  he 
immediately glanced down and almost lost his train of thought. 

     I  couldn't believe how easy it was for me to distract  this 
guy!  I mean if I had sat up straight to show a little more of my 
bust line I'll bet he would have completely forgotten what he was 
saying!

     I  had to go to the restroom so I excused myself, picked  up 
my purse and headed for the ladies room.  The guy was gone when I 
got  back  but Cindy said he couldn't take his eyes off me  as  I  
walked away! 

     I  asked Cindy if girls really knew how much power they  had 
over guys. 

     "Of  course,"  She replied. "Guys will do anything they  can 
to please a girl if she's cute or if they like her. That's one of 
the fun things about being a girl!"

     We finished our sandwiches and drinks and were leaving  when 
the boy passed us. 

     "See you later!"  He called after us. 

     Before Cindy could reply he added; "'Nite, Kristen!"

I turned and smiled. 

     "'Bye, it was nice meeting you!"  The smile that  brightened 
his face told me that I had made a new friend!  Out in the car  I 
told  Cindy that I hoped I hadn't done anything wrong with a  guy 
she liked.  Cindy told me to relax that he was just a friend from 
school.

     "He seemed to take an interest in you though!"

     "You think so?"  I asked, trying not to appear interested."

     "We  all  think so Kris,"  Laughed my aunt.   "Kind  of  fun 
getting a guy's engine racing like that isn't it?"

     "Excuse me?"  I replied, hoping that they hadn't noticed  my 
efforts to get his attention.

     Cindy howled with laughter. 

     "She  crosses her legs so he can get a better look at  them, 
swings  her little butt on the way to the ladies room, then  acts 
like she did nothing wrong!"

     "It's  okay Kris,"  my aunt said.  "We'll teach you  how  to 
handle guys.  It looks like you'll be a very popular girl!"

     I  hoped  the darkness hid my smile.  I was very  happy  and 
excited that boy had taken an interest in me.  Even better was my 
aunt's telling me that I was going to  be a popular GIRL!

     We got home and Aunt Barb showed me to a spare bedroom.  The 
room was absolutely meant for a girl, it had light violet  walls, 
frilly  curtains, and a canopy bed with a white  ruffled  canopy.  
The  bed had a pillow with a satiny, ruffled case that looked  so 
inviting.   Before  I could plop into bed though I had to  unpack 
all of my clothes, put them away and take a bath.  

     I ran my bath water while putting my clothes away then  went 
into  the bathroom to undress.  I had just gotten settled  into  a 
warm bubble bath when the door opened and Cindy walked in!

     "Relax  Kris,"   She  said,  noticing  my  obvious  concern.  
"We're both girls remember!"

     She then handed me a pink plastic razor and began to show me 
how to shave my legs and underarms.  Even though she acted as  if 
there  was nothing to be upset about I found it really  tough  to 
relax while she demonstrated on my right leg.  Cindy lathered  my 
leg  up  with  soap then began to run the razor up  and  down  my 
outstretched leg I  figured she'd stop at the knee since the rest 
was underwater but she had other plans.

     "Stand up so I can get the rest of you!"  She said as if she 
were talking to a little kid.

     "Are you nuts!"

     "Come  on Kris, quit fooling around. You have to  learn  how 
this is done!"  Cindy said, losing patience with my modesty!

     Feeling  very silly I slowly stood up out of the  protective 
bubbles.

     Cindy never even batted an eye, she kept talking about  what 
she was doing as she shaved all the way up to my waist!

     "Okay Kris, now raise your arm."

     I  raised my arm and Cindy lathered my underarm and ran  the 
razor over me a few more times. 

     "Think you've got it Kris?"

     "Yeah Cindy, sure!"  I said.  I would have said anything  to 
get rid of her.

     "Okay  then, do a good job.  Let me know if you  need  help, 
I'll be back to check when you're done.

     Cindy  finally  left the room and I began to shave  my  left 
leg.   I lathered it up just as Cindy had done and carefully  ran 
the razor up and down my leg.  It wasn't easy getting around  the 
back  but with a bit of twisting and turning I managed  to  shave 
everywhere.

     I just laid back down in the bubbles to relax and admire  my 
smooth legs when once again the door opened and Cindy came in.

     "Don't you ever knock?"  I asked sarcastically.

     "Not  for  my little sister!"  She  quickly  replied.   "Now 
stand up and let me see how well you've done!"

     Sighing, I stood up and waited while Cindy examined me.

     "Very  good  Kris,"   She said.  "Just one  more  thing  and 
you're done!"

     She handed me a pair of sharp hair cutting scissors and told 
me  to  trim  my pubic hair  down about an inch or  so.  After  I 
trimmed  it I was to lather the area and shave the  stubble  that 
remained.

     "You want to look good in your bikini don't you?"
I had forgotten about my bikini, I definitely wanted to look good 
in  that!  I   took the scissors from Cindy  and  while  she  was 
standing there began to trim my pubic hair.  I trimmed it as  low 
as  she  thought would be needed for my bikini  and  trimmed  the 
sides to prevent anything from peeking out! After I finished with 
my  razor Cindy said that I was done and offered me a towel as  I 
stepped out of the tub.

     She showed me how to pat the shaved sections dry instead  of 
rubbing  them  then  helped me apply some baby  oil  to  keep  me 
smooth.  She handed me a pink nylon nightgown and helped me  pull 
it over my head.  I looked down and found that it barely  reached 
my thighs!

     "Isn't this a little short?" I asked.

     Cindy just giggled as she handed me a pair of matching nylon 
panties with rows of lace around the back.  I pulled them on  and 
was thrilled at how silky they felt!

     "Come  on  Kris,"   Cindy said as she  left.   "I've  got  a 
surprise for you!"

     I  followed Cindy into her bedroom as she closed  the  door. 
She  began to take off her jeans and top but I was determined  to 
stay put. 

     After all, she said we we're both girls right!

     Cindy took of her top and jeans, then asked me to unhook her 
bra.  I  was a little surprised but did as she  asked.  She  then 
pulled  off  her panties, reached into a drawer and  took  out  a 
yellow nightgown just like the one I wore.  She pulled it on  and 
stepped  into the matching panties. Looking at ourselves  in  the 
mirror we both broke into a giggling fit.

     "Wonder what that guy in the store would say about you now?"  
Giggled Cindy.

     "I  hope  he'd like what he sees!"  I shot  back.   We  went 
downstairs to show Cindy's mom our matching outfits!

     Aunt Barb told us we made cute sisters in our nightgowns and 
suggested  that we dress alike more often. It seemed like fun  so 
Cindy and I agreed to give it a try sometime. 

     Aunt Barb suggested that we get to bed since tomorrow  would 
be the first full day of learning to be a girl and she wanted  me 
to  be wide awake for it.  I gave her a good night kiss and  told 
her  how anxious I was to be a girl.  Back in my room I sat  down 
on my bed and began to run my hands over my legs. I didn't have a 
lot of hair to begin with but what little I had was gone now.  My 
legs felt very smooth and soft after shaving and the baby oil. As 
I  laid down and covered up I knew without any doubt that  I  was 
going to enjoy being a girl!
Kristen
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