No Aliens
by Janet L. Stickney
( Janetlynn17@Hotmail.com )
Aliens did not kidnap me, a genie didn't pop out of a
bottle, nobody used some weird medallion to change me, and I wasn't forced to
dress this way. I did it all on my own, and I was humiliated to be seen this
way, but that was my normal reaction. As I stood there, both of my parents
stared at me as if I were the alien. My hair was in short little pigtails, a
ribbon tied to the end of each one, I had on a blue dress that had white piping
and a red tie, the skirt flared almost straight out from my waist, held up by
the huge petticoat. I wore white ankle socks and white flats. My makeup was
merely powder with coral blusher and pink lipstick. Clearly, I was not dressed
as any 13 year old girl they ever saw, I looked like I was a tall 7 year old.
"Well! Who do we have here?" Mom walked over while
she spoke, then, "Can you tell us your name?"
Rooted to the spot, frozen and unable to speak, I just
stared back. Mom knew who I was of course, and walked all around me without
saying a word while dad said and did nothing except stare at me. It took eons
before something gave way, and it was me. I spun around and started towards my
room when the voice of doom thundered in the small room. "Stay" Dad
almost shouted, and I stopped at the foot of the stairs, but did not look back.
My hand was on the railing, my right foot on the tread. Unseen was the terror
that flowed through me. The voice of doom had spoken.
"Come over here!" Dad left no doubt that he meant
it.
I turned to face him, my eyes filling with tears, ready for
me to cry. I was ashamed to be seen like this, especially by dad. But I
couldn't help it. I liked to dress as a girl, and always had, but this was the
only outfit that I could find that even remotely fit me, then, in a spasm of
bad luck, they had to catch me wearing it. Like I said, I knew that I looked
stupid in this outfit, but it was all I had.
"Turn around" he said, and I did a very slow spin,
then, "Since you obviously want to dress this way, you may continue until
bed time tonight."
That was not what I wanted to do at all, but the way he
looked at me, well, it wasn't an option. I would stay dressed this way until I
went to bed. I took one more step when mom told me to help her in the kitchen.
No matter what she thought or what I really wanted to do, I was safer with her
than dad, and quickly followed her into the kitchen.
"That's quite an outfit. It’s the one I wore to that
costume party way back when you were a baby I think."
Not being stupid, I kept my mouth shut. "If you had a
choice, I'm sure that dress would not have been your first pick."
Mom had me help her make dinner, then, while I was setting
the table, she casually said, "I'll see if I can get you something that's
more for a girl your age."
I almost dropped the plates.
All during dinner dad avoided looking at me, then, after I
did the dishes mom told me to go change. It didn't take me long to get
undressed and change out of those clothes and slip on my pajama's. I did not go
back down stairs that night. In the morning I wore jeans and a shirt, preparing
to get out of the house and put as much distance between dad and I as I could.
I had no desire to listen to him rant and rave about being a man. He does that
enough as it is, and having seen me dressed as a girl, then knowing I did it
myself, which told him I wanted to dress that way, would probably spark another
of his tirades about being some kind of macho man. I didn't need, or want to
hear it again. I made it as far as the back door when mom stopped me and told
to wait. She grabbed her purse, then she told me to get in the car. On the way
to wherever it was we were going, she told me that we, she and I, were going to
get me one complete outfit that was appropriate for a girl my age!
"I was thinking a nice skirt and blouse, a few pairs of
panties and a bra since all girls your age wear them, and a pair of nice shoes
to go with the outfit. You and I will look together and make our selection
together."
Just then she pulled into the super mart parking lot, but
before we got out of the car, I asked her why.
"Why are you doing this mom? You know how dad is. He
thinks all guys have to be extra macho! I can imagine what he said last night
after he saw me! I'm not sure that I can to endure him seeing me dressed up
again."
"You won't have to endure it as you say. Your father
and I talked last night, and as much as he might not like it, he knows that you
will never be a macho man. You're too small, you don't particularly like
sports, you like long hair and wear earrings. The earrings alone sent him into
space dear. I had to tell him that many young men wear earrings now, and he
finally relented. He had to come to grips with the fact that you aren't getting
any bigger, and at 5'4" and 120 pounds is smaller than even I am for
goodness sake! We talked about this for a long time last night, and while he
hates it, he has agreed to let me get you one outfit then let you get dressed
in it, as long as I help you. He and I both want to see how you look if you do
it right, so that's what is going to happen. As soon as we get home, you and I
will turn you into a beautiful girl."
That was almost exactly what I wanted, but how could I
trust my dad not to go off the deep end? I almost said something when mom just
smiled at me and told me to "come along dear", and I followed her
into the store. She went straight to the lingerie department and promptly
handed me a bra with small cups, white, with lace trim. Then a package of panties,
white cotton, and a pair of pantyhose. From there we went to the Junior
department, where I saw the perfect skirt. It was red with small white flowers
on it. Mom agreed, and she added that to the cart, then a white pullover top, a
simple white blouse, then, as we walked through dresses, she spied one she
liked and added that as well. She called it a sheath. In shoes she handed me a
footie to put on, which I did, then I had to stick my foot in a white heel and
a pair of black flats. Thankfully we were early enough that nobody saw me
trying on girls shoes. In the cosmetic area she added some foundation and
powder.
"That should do it! Shall we go home and turn you into
a girl?"
"But dad…"
"Your father has agreed to stay away from the house
until later today. This is just between you and I. Okay?"
"Okay" I said, unsure why mom was doing this, but
not fighting it. Why should I?
The minute we walked in the door mom was in charge, and
she left no doubt about that. I was told to strip, then she checked me all over
for stray hairs, using a razor on the few that she found. When she was
satisfied, she handed me a pair of panties to slip into, which I did, as soon
as she turned around. I folded myself out of sight before she began again. She
took me by the hand to her room, wet my hair, and began to put in some rollers.
My hair has a wave to it, and it's shoulder length, but mom said it needed just
a little help, which is what the rollers would do. I expected her to do my
makeup as well, but she said no. She said that I might as well learn how, then
directed the entire operation, starting with foundation, then powder. The
eyeshadow was a very light blue with a soft plum over that, accented with a
soft brown eyeliner and brown pencil. I could see the difference right away, and
instantly loved it.
With my hair covered by a plastic cap, we went back into
my room where mom showed me how to put on the pantyhose, then how to put on a
bra. She slipped a couple of old shoulder pads into the cups of the bra, then
handed me the skirt. I stepped into it, made the button and zipped it up, then
she slipped the white top over my head and let me pull it down. The white heels
were next, then we went back to her room where she removed the plastic cap and
began to brush out my hair. It didn't seem to take her long to create the
perfect hairstyle, and it looked really nice! Mom kept talking to me the whole
time, telling me how to do this or that, then, when she was done, she handed me
a pair of small red and white earrings. I put one in each ear, then she gave me
the soft red lipstick. When I had it on she moved me in front of her full
length mirror, and I saw all of me for the first time. I was in love!
The girl I saw in the mirror is the girl I was looking for
all those times. She is a lot cuter than I imagined her to be, that's for sure!
I just stood there staring at myself, unable to take my eyes off of Megan.
That's the name I used when I got dressed up. Mom fastened a necklace around my
neck, a bracelet on my left wrist, then spritzed me with some of her perfume.
"You are beautiful! I was sure that you would look
nice, but you look spectacular…what do you call yourself?"
"Megan" I said, just letting the name run out,
softly as I smiled at my reflection.
"Megan! That is a very nice name, and it fits
you!"
I spun around, got closer, stood back, smiled and touched
my tiny breasts. Mom quietly took my hand and led me out of her room, down the
stairs, and into the kitchen. My heels clicked on the floor, my lipstick tasted
great, and the perfume was heavenly, all of which held me in its grip, and I
never felt more feminine, and I had never looked this good before. I was in
heaven right then, yet I knew that hell was just around the corner. When dad
sees me this way he'll go ballistic, I just know it.
"How does it feel Megan?"
"Great" I said, without asking what. Mom laughed
and sat down.
"Honey, you have no idea how cute you really are! I
thought you might be, but I have to admit, I never expected you to look this
good! Your father will be stunned to say the least!"
"No, the least is that he'll only kill me."
"No he won't. I told you we talked about this last
night. I told him what I had seen on television, about boys like you, and told
him that there was no way to stop this, and you would continue to dress up as
often as you could, no matter what he did. I told him that if that's true, and
I think it is, then the best thing we could do for you is to help you get
better, and allow you the chance to dress up once in a while, or risk having
you try it on your own. Myself, I would much rather help you then let you try
this alone and maybe get caught because you weren't good enough. I'm not saying
I understand it or even like it, but it doesn't look like we have much choice.
I help you or you'll probably go it alone. Either way you'll still dress up. In
any case, we have decided to let you dress up as long as I know about it in
advance." Mom settled her arms on the table and told me to sit down.
"Have you ever left the house?"
"No…I…no."
"Then today is going to be your first. When I told you
that your father would be gone until later today, I did not mention that he is
going to meet us for a late lunch. We have about an hour. I'm going to change
now. Wait here until I return."
Lunch? Outside the house? With me dressed this way? Now I
knew that mom had flipped her lid! Just about the only saving grace in this
whole mess is that meeting dad in a restaurant would most likely keep him quiet
when he sees me. He's real big on not making a spectacle of ones self. I sat
there for a minute, then went and looked in the mirror one more time, just to
assure myself that I looked good enough to leave the house. There was no doubt
really. Mom wouldn't have suggested it if she wasn't completely sure that I could
do it, so I forced myself to relax. Mom returned in a bit, handing me a small
white purse.
"I put your lipstick in there with some tissue.
Ready?"
There was nothing to say. I was going. Mom opened the door
for me, and I stepped outside. I really wanted to run to the car, but didn't. I
stood there as mom shut the door, checked to make sure it was locked, then
followed her to the car. The drive took about twenty minutes, ending at a small
family style restaurant. I followed mom inside, then to the table where dad was
sitting. He looked me over from head to toe without any facial expression of
any kind, then motioned for us to sit down. I sat across from dad.
"The chicken looks good, I think I'll try that."
Those were the first words dad spoke since we came in and
sat down. It wasn't what I expected. I also had the chicken, which was good,
then, after lunch, while they had coffee, dad sat back and smiled at me. Was it
ominous, or acceptance?
"I have to admit that you look every bit as nice as
your mother told me you would. Better than I ever imagined. From what we have
seen, you obviously like to dress this way. Is that true?"
What a question! But how could I deny it? They had both seen
me yesterday, and now, today, I looked like every other girl my age, better in
a few cases. Yet, if I said yes, what would he do then?
"Well?"
"I guess."
"You guess?"
"Yes. I like it."
"Everyone should do what they like to do, at least once
in their life, and I suppose that now is your time."
"Huh?"
"It's been painfully obvious to me for a while now that
you are never going to be the kind of man I thought you should be. You're too
small, you weigh what? 120 at best? You have never been able to fight back,
even when you were little, you do not like sports, working on cars or any of
the things that I and most other men like to do, so it's no surprise that you
want to dress as a girl to boot. Now, I will say this up front so there is no
misunderstanding. I do not like what you are doing, but your mother has convinced
me that you need to do this. I don't like it, but we are going to let you dress
as a girl. We will never intentionally embarrass you, or put you on the spot,
but on the other hand, we insist that you spend at least two months of the
summer break as a girl. By that I mean all day, every day. You may wear
anything you wish as long as a girl your age would wear it, and as long as
anyone that looks at you sees a girl and not a boy. Is that clear or shall I
repeat any part of it?"
Dad had fallen on his head. That was the only answer to
why he said what he did!
"Well?"
"I guess, okay, but I don't have very many clothes.
This is about it."
"We'll take care of that, just don't go overboard"
Dad said, then looked at mom. "Get her whatever she needs, just don't
break us."
Dad returned to work, leaving mom and I at the table. To
say I was nervous does not quite cover it. Dad had made what was essentially a
complete reversal in his position, while mom merely sat there. Confused at this
turn of events I expected dad to insist that I wear some kind of fluffy,
frilly, lacy little dress with white tights, but no, he said I would dress like
any girl my age. That included jeans since a lot of girls wore them. Still
shaken by what dad had said, I missed what mom said.
"Megan!"
"Sorry, what?"
"I asked you if you would like to do a little shopping
today? Maybe we can get you a few things at a time. You certainly need bras and
panties, some skirts and blouses, a few more pairs of shoes, and maybe, if we
have time, we'll get you some more earrings."
"Today?"
"Right now. You're all dressed up, which means that
you'll be able to try on the clothes for proper fit."
"But someone might see me!"
"Oh that! Well, what did you plan on doing all summer
long? Stay in the house? No dear, you wanted to be a girl, and you will be, but
you will also be well dressed, well mannered, and go everywhere we go. Of
course your friends will see you, but it's up to you to make sure they see a
girl and not just a boy in a dress. Now, shall we go?"
The rules were easy. All I have to do is become a girl in
every way, and be good enough not to have any of my friends find out, no matter
what the situation. Mom was less harsh than dad, but she would see to it that
whatever dad said I had to do was done. I looked up at her, then stood and
followed her out the door. Shopping. At the mall. I could hardly wait to be
laughed right out of the place. Don't misunderstand, I had dreamed of this very
thing many times, but it was all fantasy and wishing. Now that it was
happening, I had that cold ugly feeling creeping down my back. You know the
one. When you just know that your life is about to end, and there isn't one
thing you can do about it. I sat in the car as mom drove us to the mall. On the
way over…
"Because you'll need them every day, I think we might
as well get you some very good breasts forms first, and I know just the
place."
With a little prodding, she and I walked through the mall,
then into a small shop on the far end of the West concourse. As I looked around
I saw pictures of breasts, bottoms, and narrow waists, then my eyes fell on the
young girl at the counter and my heart sunk. She wasn't much older than I was!
"Can I help you?"
"Yes. My daughter is not developing as fast as the
other girls, and we wondered if you had anything that could help."
"It's a common problem. For some girls, the boob fairy
was not kind, so they come here for help, and we fix what nature forgot."
"Great! Can you look at Megan? She is very shy, but
needs the help."
"Of course. I'll get my mother. Step in the room
please."
Embarrassed beyond belief, all I could do was follow my
mother into the smallish room and wait. Soon an older woman emerged from an
office, then, as the young girl told her what we wanted, she was all business.
I was told to take my blouse off, then, when I unhooked my bra, the two
shoulder pads fell on the floor. Mom picked them up and without a word, smile
or even a frown, the woman measured my chest, referred to a chart, then picked
a pair of boxes from the shelf.
"These can be adhered to the chest, and as long as you
take them off every ten days or so, she can wear them until she begins to
develop." Turning to my mother she asked, "May I?"
"Of course. Megan might as well learn to get used to
them now rather than later."
Without a word the woman stuck them on my chest, pushing the
seams down tightly. Then she measured me again and announced that I was now a
full A cup, in a 36. Since the bra I had worn in no longer fit, mom put it in a
bag, paid the bill, and after I put the blouse back on, we left. With every
step the pull of those breast on my chest felt so different, but my urge to
touch them was held back because of where we were. Every bounce, each movement
sideways sent shivers of delight through me, and I made a conscious effort not
to smile. But I'm sure that mom knew how I felt. Our first stop was the
lingerie shop in a huge department store.
"You know what size you need, why don't you pick out
three bras, then go in the booth and put one on. I'll be over there."
Mom pointed at the nightgowns, robes and panty section.
She left me standing there, so I looked around, managing to find the right
size, then I began to look at the different styles and colors. I picked a white
one, kind of plain but real soft, one in beige that had lace trim on it, and
another white one that was front hook. In the booth I put on the plain white
one, fumbled with the adjustments, then, when I had it right, I went to find
mom. She handed me three nightgowns, two were nylon, the other plain cotton,
and a fuzzy white robe. She paid the bill, and as we walked away, she asked me
how I felt about having boobs. It slipped out, really.
"Oh I love it mother! They look so normal!"
Then I realized what I had said. Mom merely smiled, but
didn't say anything. In the Junior department she let me pick out four skirts,
three dresses and some blouses and tops. One dress she insisted on and we added
it to the pile. Then she told me to pick out a swimsuit, one that was two
piece!
"But mom!"
"Just do it Megan, or I will pick one myself."
Mom would do it too, so I walked over and looked through
the racks until I found one that has what is called "Boy pants", and
had a full cut top. It was red and white with blue piping. After that came a
pair of shorts, jeans and more shoes. Gym shoes that were white with pink
laces, flats in black, red and white, low heels in black and white. On the way
out of the mall I was a padded pantybrief in the window of one of those fantasy
stores, asked mom to get me one, and she did. On the way home she stopped at he
salon and took me inside. It was my very first time inside a salon and had no
idea what to expect, but it smelled bad in there.
"Megan, since you will have to learn how to take care
of your own hair, in a feminine style now, I think it would be better if it
wasn't quite as long as it is now. I won't make you get it cut, but shorter is
easier, and it will grow out if you don't like it. Care to try it?"
Just then mom's usual stylist walked over.
"Hi Mary. Who is this enchanting young lady?"
"This is my daughter Megan. She and I were discussing
her getting shorter hair. Can you help her pick something out?"
"Of course. Megan, if you would sit there, we can look
in the books I have."
The stylist name was Jenny, and she was very patient as we
looked in her books. I liked my long hair because for so long it was my only
sign of my femininity. As I looked in the mirror I saw the twin mounds pressing
out against my blouse, and realized just how silly it was to think that my hair
was all I had to make me a girl. I had boobs now! Jenny put her finger on a
picture, and almost insisted that she let her cut my hair that way, so I gave
in and said yes. Shorter? Oh yes, but also blond and curly. Dad was going to
freak out, but he is the one that insisted on this, so I gave the go ahead.
Like mom said, I could let it grow or cut it all off, whatever I needed to do.
I was there for almost two hours as my hair was cut, dyed, permed and styled, my
nails were filed, tapered, added to and painted a soft red. They also pierced
my ears again and put in gold studs. Mom had left me there, telling me she had
some errands to run, so when she returned, I was all done and waiting for her.
In one day I had gained my own boobs, a very nice wardrobe, had my hair and
nails done, and never felt more feminine. When mom set her eyes on me for the
first time I thought she was going to faint.
"Megan! You look so different!"
"Like it? Jenny said I would look good in this
cut."
"She was right honey, you look fabulous!"
Grinning, she and I walked out to the car, then she drove us
home. On the way…
"You father is going to have the big one Megan, you
know that don't you?"
"I was happy before he started this mother. You can't
punish me for looking like I do, I can't help it."
"I know that dear, it's just that you haven't blinked
even once today. First those boobs were stuck on, then the clothes, which I let
you pick out yourself, then having your hair and nails done. I expected at
least some resistance, but not you, oh no. You jumped right in and willingly
did it all. Then, when I saw you, and saw how pretty you really are, I knew
that what your father did was the wrong thing. You want to be a girl, and all
he did was make that possible!"
"Neat, isn't it? We all get what we want, and nobody
gets hurt."
"And why is that?"
"Easy! Dad gets to punish me, but I get to be a girl at
his direction, which is what I wanted anyway, and you get the daughter you
always wanted. Everybody wins."
Mom looked at me and all at once the look on her face told
me she understood. If anyone did figure out who I really was, I could tell them
that my dad insisted that I dress this way, which is true, and he could not
deny it. The fact that this is exactly what I wanted would not even come up.
That's why I was so happy. Even I did not figure it out until that woman stuck
the breasts on my chest, but as we walked through the mall and I felt my
unbound breasts bouncing, I knew it. I also knew that I could go anywhere and
be safe enough, even if someone did see me as a boy. Mom merely looked at me,
then she began to giggle, and finally, she laughed.
"When your father figures out what he has done he'll go
nuts Megan. But there isn't anything he can do about it, what with that perm,
those nails and boobs of yours. He is going to have a daughter whether he wants
one or not!"
Just then we pulled up in the driveway, and mom and I took
all of my new clothes to my room. I spent an hour cleaning out my closet to
make room for them. I put my male underwear, pajamas, and socks in a bag and
took it to the basement along with my shirts and pants. Then mom and I used two
small square tables pushed together to make a vanity of sorts. I had no makeup
of my own yet, so I didn't really need a vanity, then mom put a bag of
cosmetics, a curling iron, brush, hair spray and mirror on the vanity and told
me to set it up any way I wanted. Dad was definitely going to freak out. Since
I had the upper hand at the moment, I decided to go all out. Washed my face,
then opened the bag of cosmetics and began to do my makeup.
I used the least amount of foundation I could, then
powder, soft green eye shadow with black eyeliner, peach blusher and soft red
lipstick to match my nails. Then I stripped naked. I had read of a trick on the
Internet, and used the wide, flesh colored bandage to pull my manhood into my
body. Then the panties, but instead of wearing the padded pantybrief, I took
out the pads and shoved them under my panties. Then I put on a normal
pantybrief and pantyhose. One of the bras I had bought was a Pushemup, the
front hook one. As I fastened the hook I felt my breasts rising into the cups,
and when I looked in the mirror I was very happy with the results. I had impressive
cleavage! I picked out the white dress with the short skirt and slipped it over
my head, zipped it up, then widened the collar so that some of my budding
cleavage was visible. Then I stepped into the white heels, made the belt as
tight as I could, and added just a hint of perfume. I was ready.
A quick glance at the clock told me that dad would be home
soon, so I waited. It was about ten minutes. I heard the door open, waited a
few more minutes, then as casually as possible walked down the stairs and into
the kitchen. Dad heard me come in, turned, and saw me. His mouth dropped open,
his eyes went wide, and as I walked to the fridge to get a soft drink, I heard
what sounded like a gurgle.
"Honey, this is Megan. She worked very hard today so
she would look exactly as you told her too. Isn't she pretty?"
"You…you, you got ti…boobs! Your hair! What the hell
happened to your hair?"
"Like it? I had it done just for you! You said I have
to be a girl for two months, and that means that I have to look like a girl
don't I? I only did what you said dad!"
"I told you" mom said, "that Megan would look
beautiful, and she did do what you said. She is dressed as a girl her age, and
she does have a point, two months is a long time, and to reduce the chance that
she would be found out, she did what she had to do to protect herself. Myself,
I think Megan is a doll."
Dad had nowhere to turn. He was trapped by his own words,
but the surprising thing was the way mom stepped in and backed me. I had
figured her to be more anxious about this. Dad stomped off to his office and
stayed there while mom and I made dinner. It seemed to me that dad had not
expected me to look like I do. He expected to see a clown, not a young girl,
complete with hips and boobs, short blond hair and manicured nails, her makeup
well done. Mom and I did not mention dad while we made dinner, but I was sure
that dad was going to tell me to change back to my old clothes. The surprise
would be when we told him that I could not. The boobs were stuck on for quite a
while. He was going to have to live with it. It turned out I was wrong. Dad
merely told me that since I was a girl now, I would have to help mom clean the
house, do the shopping and so on. Big deal. I do that now.
My elation at being able to dress as a girl evaporated the
next morning when mom insisted that I do my hair and makeup before I went out.
Since I had no intention of going anywhere, I didn't understand why. In my room
I discovered that with a few simple brush strokes, my hair popped back into
place! I did my makeup, then got dressed in a skirt and blouse with flats
before I ventured back down the stairs. Mom and I ate breakfast, then she told
me we had a full day, as we were going grocery shopping, for ourselves and Mrs.
Kent, the lady down the street!
"All girls your age know how to shop, and you will be
no different. I'm also going to teach you how to cook as well as a few other
things. Your father thinks that making you learn to do what he considers
women's work will make you give up on this. Personally, I think he's full of
it. Now get your purse and lets go."
Again, there was no discussion. She told me what to do,
and I had to do it. Mrs. Kent lives a few doors down, a widow of many years and
now confined to short walks with her walker. I like her.
"Why don't you walk down to Mrs. Kent's and see what
she needs? I'll be along in a few minutes."
"But she won't know who I am!"
"Just introduce yourself and tell her I'll be along.
She'll let you in. She will have her list ready, but check it anyway, and make
sure that she has everything written down. Now go on, and don't forget your
purse."
I opened the door, not quite sure as I was before about
being a girl all of the time. But that was over now, and I knew it. I Stepped
out of the house by myself for the first time, shut the door, and walked off
the porch. My short skirt made me feel naked all of a sudden. I had to pass
three houses before I stepped on Mrs. Kent's porch. Ringing the bell would mean
that I would risk exposing myself as a boy dressed as a girl, but mom sounded
very sure of things, and I really had no choice. My finger touched the button
and I heard the soft whir inside. Mrs. Kent moved slowly, yet it was not long
before she opened the door. Even as short as I am, she is shorter. Maybe only
4'7" now, but Mrs. Kent has bright blue eyes and a soft gentle smile that
gave her wrinkled face a certain charm.
"Yes?"
"Hi. I'm Megan. My mom asked me to come over and get
your shopping list. She said to tell you she would be right over as soon as she
does a few things."
Mrs. Kent looked me over from head to toe then opened the
door wide and let me in.
"Are you Mary's daughter?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"I didn't know she had a daughter! I thought she had a
son."
Great! What now? I fell back on my dad and let him take the
rap.
"She does Ma'am. That's me. I did something wrong, and
my dad told me to dress this way as punishment. To make it easier for everyone,
I use the name Megan."
"I see. Well, the list is on the kitchen table dear.
You better check it though, my memory isn't what it used to be."
I turned to go into the kitchen and did not see her
smiling at my back. I checked her list, then added salt and flour, a loaf of
bread and bacon. I heard the doorbell again and heard mom walk in, then the
soft murmur of voices. I put the list in my purse and joined mom and Mrs. Kent.
A few minutes later we left for the store.
"Mrs. Kent thinks you're quite pretty."
"She's also got bad eyes mom."
"Not that bad. She says that you told her your father
was making you dress this way as punishment."
"It was his idea mom, not mine, remember? I was happy
just dressing up once in a while."
"That's true, but in the future, it might be better to
just tell everyone that you are our daughter and let it go at that. Okay?"
"Whatever."
I pushed the cart while mom added things to it as we went
up and down the aisles. In the meat section I actually got cold. I wasn't used
to being essentially naked from mid thigh down, and the thin blouse I had on
did nothing to keep me warm either. Mom told me to get used to it. As we walked
down one aisle mom told me to get her tampons for her, which I did, then she
told me to get the Juniors. Since I was supposedly the only Junior girl in the
house, that could mean only one thing. I was about to say no when she pointed
at the tampons, then at the basket. her unspoken message was clear. Get them. I
added a package to the cart. In the cosmetics and knick knack section mom added
some ribbons in different colors and told me to pick out two lipsticks that I
liked. Once we had our shopping done we loaded the car and went home.
"Just why do I need tampons mother? You know I don't
need them."
"I'm afraid that you do. All girls your age need them,
one week a month usually."
"But I don't have anyplace to put…. Oh no! I won't do
that!"
Mom did not answer me. We delivered Mrs. Kent's groceries
and while I put them away, mom went home.
I was putting things in the cupboards when…
"Have you met my Great Grandson Mathew?"
"Yes Ma'am."
I had met him. He was a self centered, pig headed slob that
thought that he was the center of the universe, and all women should fall at
his feet. I didn't like him before, and certainly wasn't going to like him now
that I was dressing as a girl all of the time.
"You don't like him do you Megan?"
"No Ma'am."
"What if I told you he has changed his ways?"
"Is he dead?" It was a cruel thing to say and
instantly regretted it, but Mrs. Kent laughed and shook her head no.
"No dear. His sisters have convinced him to behave
another way. He'll be here this afternoon, and I would like it if you stopped
by at say, two o'clock."
Her twinkling bright eyes showed no signs of hiding
anything, so I said that I would be there. Shortly after that I went home and
helped mom put away the rest of the food stocks. When mom handed me the Junior
tampons she told me that it was time I learned what women had to go through,
and that I was to go to my room and she would show me. Once again I said no,
but took the package and went to my room anyway. Within fifteen minutes mom
showed up.
"Any fool can dress as a girl Megan, but to truly
understand most things, a person should experience everything, and this is one
of them. I am not going to force you to do this, but I think you should at
least try it. I'll show you how things work, and after this you can use them as
you see fit." We stared at each other, then..."Well?"
"Does it hurt?"
"Not at all. In fact, it might even be quite pleasant
for you."
I had no idea what she meant at the time. Under her
direction, I pulled my panties down as mom showed me how to use the applicator.
With a little lubrication and a shove, the tampon slid into me. It felt
strange, that's for sure, then it hit something inside and I almost had an
erection. I pulled up my panties, leaving the string out. Mom left while I
finished getting dressed. As I walked back downstairs the tampon moved with me,
causing me great joy as it kept touching me inside. I didn't think I would mind
wearing a tampon. A few minutes before two I grabbed my purse, touched up my
lipstick and left the house for Mrs. Kent's. I rang the bell and was admitted
by Carol, her Granddaughter.
"You must be Megan! Grandma told us you might be over.
Let me introduce you to Matty. Matty, come out here. There's someone to meet
you."
I watched the doorway and saw someone my age walk out. But
this someone wore a blue velvet dress held out almost straight by the
petticoats. The dress was trimmed in white lace, she wore white tights and
white patent leather MaryJanes. Around her neck was a string with her binky
tied to it. Her hair was pure blond, done in long pigtails with a royal blue
ribbon tied in a bow on the end of each one. It was also clear that she wore a
diaper and plastic pants. It took me a minute before I recognized Mathew!
"The poor dear is just up from her nap. Matty, come
over here and meet Megan."
He looked just pitiful, and he hated it. He did not move, so
Carol went over, took his hand in hers, and almost dragged him over to me. Up
close I could see that he wore light makeup as well.
"Matty only has a few more days to go, and if she
behaves herself we will let her go back to wearing pants again. But for every
infraction, she has another day added. So far she has added a week, but that is
almost over now. Isn't it Matty?"
Watching him was hard. "Yeth Mummy. Jeth a few more
dayths." He looked like he was about to cry, and I wanted to leave.
"Megan, would you watch him for a few hours? I have to
take Grandma to the doctors."
"But I…"
"She won't be any problem. I'll put her harness on her.
That way you can keep track of her. She has a habit of trying to take her
clothes off, which is why she has to wear those mittens. She can stay in the
back yard while we're gone."
Without a word Carol secured a bright red leather harness
around Matty, making the buckles tight in the back, then fastening a long
tether to it. While I watched she took Matty out the back door and slipped the
tether to the runner in the back yard.
"We'll only be a few hours Megan. You two have a nice
time."
Carol left as Matty sat on the porch and started to cry.
Clearly Mathew was getting a very serious lesson from a bunch of very
determined sisters and mother. I felt bad for him, but visions of the way I had
been dressed when my parents found me leapt to my mind and I realized that I
looked as stupid as Matty does now.
"You can quit lisping Matty. It looks like your sisters
decided to get even and change your attitude."
"Three weeks!"
"Three weeks what?"
"Three weeks I have had to dress this way! They take me
everywhere like this! I hate it!"
"Maybe, if you asked them, they would let you dress as
a girl your own age."
"What!"
"Think about it. If you looked like a girl your own
age, and you tried real hard, maybe nobody would know that you are a boy."
"I have exactly two more days of this and I will be
free of it. Why would I ask them to make me look like a girl my own age?"
He had a point and I let it drop. It was obvious that he
thought I was a girl, so I let him. He sat on the porch until we heard the
front door open, then he stood up and waited for his mother to come out and get
him.
"Was she a good girl for you?"
"Just fine. She behaved herself the entire time."
I wasn't going to add to his troubles, I had enough of my own.
Carol gave me a ten for watching Matty, and I went home,
shaken to the core. That could easily have been me if my dad had phrased things
differently. I shuddered to think of it. Also, I did not mention Mathew's
change to anyone. That was his business, and I didn't want to give my dad any
ideas. As nervous as I was sometimes, I was light years ahead of poor Matt. Mom
and I made dinner that night and later, I changed into one of those thin
nightgowns mom had bought for me. I was surprised at how short it was on me,
and more, how my breastforms looked through the sheer material. I had a
fleeting thought that maybe I should just show up in the familyroom like this,
but knew better. Mom would have a hissy fit. I wrapped the new robe around
myself but left it loose. Then I walked back to the familyroom. Dad looked up
for a moment, then went back to his computer. That lasted just a heartbeat.
He looked up at me again. The robe had fallen open and he
could see my right breast clear as day. And of course, it looked real, right
down to the nipple. He choked just as mom walked in and I quickly tightened the
robe. I had managed to do what I set out to do, which was to shake up dad
without getting into trouble. I went to bed later, appearing in the kitchen
still in my robe.
"Your father saw your breast last night. He almost
choked when he told me about it Megan. I'm sure it was an accident, but now he
knows that you have breasts. I had to tell him that they would be there all
summer again. You'll have to be more careful Megan. Men react differently when
they see certain parts of a women."
"Okay mom. I'll be more careful."
"Did you get a chance to meet Matty?"
How did she know about Matty? "Yea. Carol made him show
himself, then I had to baby sit him for a few hours! I didn't like that at all
mom!"
"We all know that something needed to be done Megan. He
was so mean to girls of all ages!"
"Yea, but…"
"In a few days he will be back to himself and we'll see
if it changed him any. If it didn't, I shudder to think what his mother will do
next. Myself, I'll bet he behaves a lot better."
There was a message buried in what mom had said, and I got
it. If I do not behave in a manner a girl my age would, I could find myself
back in little girl dresses in a hot minute. I went outside and sat on the back
porch, which is where I was when mom opened the door and stepped out with
Cindy. She and I had known each other since grade school, and there was no way
I could ever convince her I was really a girl.
"Cindy, this is Megan. You girls stay here while I get
you some iced tea."
Cindy sat down across from me, her eyes wide as she looked
me over from head to toe and back again. "That's a perm, those nails are
acrylic, and those babies are not rolled up socks! You have changed since I
last saw you!"
"A little I guess."
"A little! Hell, you look better than some of my
girlfriends!"
"Thanks."
"Want to walk over to the super mart and just hang
out?"
"You're not afraid to be seen with me this way?"
"Afraid? Megan, you are just about as cute as any girl
can get! Come on. Get your purse and lets go."
At her urging I did what she wanted, told mom where we
were going, which is when mom told me to get a better foundation and gave me
some money. Cindy and I both wore short skirts and pullover tops, except that
hers showed off her belly button. We both wore gym shoes. It was a totally new
experience to be with a girl my age, and simply be accepted as a girl by her.
Cindy is cute by any standard, the atypical cute button nose, a wide smile in a
bow shape, clear green eyes and auburn hair. Then of course she has a body to
die for. I walked beside her, wondering why she accepted the changes in me so
easily. By the time we had walked halfway I asked her.
"Silly girl! How long have we known each other?"
"Forever it seems."
"Right. And how many girls our age are there around
here?"
"Not many…Janet, and…"
"Janet is a year older than us, which leaves exactly
zero. Now we have each other!"
"We do?"
"You have been a girl for what? A few days at best? I
can help you and you know it! Plus, I get a new girlfriend that isn't across
town. We can do a lot of stuff together Megan, and maybe its time we got to
know each other better. Don't you?"
"What does that mean?"
"It means that maybe your father put you in dresses,
but you must have wanted to wear one anyway or you wouldn't look so darned
good! A perm and nails, boobs that look real to me, no… you like this, and
probably always wanted to be a girl. If you didn't like it, you would not have
let all this happen to you."
Damn she was so close to the truth that it made me wonder if
mom had told her everything, but I knew better. Cindy had figured it out on her
own. That much I knew for sure.
"Dad thinks he is punishing me Cindy, and I want him to
continue that thought for as long as possible, okay?"
"You bet!"
At the super mart we went straight to the cosmetics aisle
where Cindy gave me a lesson in buying makeup. I must have tried six different
colors on my face before Cindy said I had it. Honey Beige by Maybelline,
number six. I took the bottle, tossed it in the cart, then followed Cindy to
the lingerie section. It was also where they kept the swimsuits.
"Do you have a suit Megan?"
"Um, no, and I don't want one either."
"But why!? Having a swimsuit does not mean that you
have to go to the beach silly. Wearing a suit lets you get a tan all over,
especially if your in your own yard. Now lets find you a nice one!"
"But I don't see why I have to…"
"Megan! Pick out at least three, then go try them on.
I'll even go in with you. Just step in, try on the suit, then let me see."
"But…"
"Megan!"
Of the three suits I tried on, two were two piece, and of
course, Cindy selected the white one with the red flowers on it. She said it
looked the best, but I saw her eyes go wide when she saw that my boobs looked
just as real as hers did. In the end, I bought it and we walked back to my
house. Cindy went home, but promised to come by the next morning. I went in and
was immediately assaulted by the smell of fresh bread baking. Mom asked me what
was in the bag since she expected a small bottle of foundation. I held up the
two piece swimsuit, saw her smile, then asked me to try it on for her.
"Now?"
"Any reason why not? You did buy it after all. Go
change and come back. Go on now."
I could not think of a reason not to try it on, so I went to
my room and undressed. I was tempted to leave the panties on, but thought
better of it. I did however make sure that there was no bulge and I had a
smooth front, just like a girl. I did use the foam pads on my hips, but the way
the suit was cut hid them nicely. The top was all strings, but after I managed
to tie them off, I had to admit that my boobs did look real, and in this suit,
I had a ton of cleavage. I slipped my gym shoes back on and walked back to the
familyroom. Mom took one look and dropped her knitting. Her eyes went wide, her
mouth opened but no words came out. I posed this way and that, then bent at the
waist. My breasts hung there, wrapped in about six square inches of material. I
was about to stand up when I heard…
"Ahem."
I stood up, turned, and saw dad standing there! He wasn't
supposed to see me this way!
"I…we, have a dinner date tonight. I came home early to
give everyone a chance to change clothes, but our dinner guest is from out of
town, so I brought him home with me."
"Honey, you should have called first!"
"Daddy!"
"I know, I know. Let me introduce you to Mike. He will
be joining the firm at the first of next week."
Then, out stepped a tall, handsome man with a rugged face
and muscles out to there. Mike was about dad's age. He looked at me, then mom,
and smiled as he apologized.
"Megan and I better go change then. Megan, come with
me."
I scampered as fast as I could in the suit without falling
out, following mom up the stairs. I went into my room, unsure of what to wear.
I stripped off that suit as quick as I could, slipped on my panties and bra,
then opened the closet to find something suitable for going out to dinner. This
had not been planned on, so all mom and I had bought were clothes that were
more casual. About the best I could do was a simple black skirt, straight cut
and mid thigh on me, a red blouse and black heels. In the bath I washed off my
makeup, shaved again, then sat down to do my makeup. I was done just as mom
walked in to check on me. She made a few corrections, then we walked down
together.
Dinner was fine, and Mike was a perfect gentleman.
However, during dinner he mentioned that his son was about my age, and
suggested that perhaps we could all get together that weekend at the companies
country club. All of us, dad included knew what that meant, but there wasn't
any way to get out of it, so dad graciously said that we would look forward to
it.
"Bring a swimsuit Megan, there is a huge pool out back,
and don't worry, I'm sure that you and our daughter Jill can mange to keep our
son Ben in line."
I did not say a word. This was getting out of hand in a
hurry. By the time we got home I was furious that dad had gotten me into a
situation that might cause all of us great harm if I screwed up. The minute we
were in the house I lit into him, explaining just how crazy this was. Then mom
started in on him. By the time we were done chewing on him he just sat there
with a glum look on his face. He knew what he had done, the question was why.
"I just thought that by making Megan go out like that,
well, she would quit this nonsense."
"Dad! I can't quit! Remember? My boobs are stuck on for
the summer at least, maybe more! Just how would I hide them as a boy?"
"She's right and you know it!" Mom was on a roll
now, so I stood back. "Megan has become a lovely young lady! She has
friends like Cindy to be with, and you try and pull a stunt like this! Is there
any chance that we can get out of this?"
"Sure" dad said, "All I have to do is stick
my career in a blender and turn it on. Mike is going to be my new boss, and I
am up for promotion next. That will mean a lot more money, status, a bigger
office and so on. It probably wouldn't be the smartest thing in the world to
do, but I will if you insist."
"We'll talk about it and let you know" mom said as
she took my hand.
I went in my room, undressed and slipped on a nightgown
then went to bed. Something had been nagging me all night. I had seen something
somewhere that would end the problem of Mr. Wonderful in my panties. Then I
remembered. I had found a company on the Internet that could turn Mr. Wonderful
into Miss Wonderful. They made a special kind of panty! In the morning I went
on line before breakfast, and found the site that I had remembered. I printed
everything out, in full color of course, then got dressed. I wore a pair of
jeans and a top, no bra and just panties. I didn't even wear makeup. Dad was
gone by then, so I showed mom what I had printed, just letting her read it and
make up her own mind. When she was done…
"It would solve a lot of problems wouldn't it. I mean,
I could wear anything, any time, maybe even change with the girls and not be
caught. Dad started this knowing full well what he was doing, then, just when I
thought he had accepted the obvious, he did it again mom! With this, I can
really be the girl I have to be. It's not my choice of course, but…"
"Not your choice huh. Right. Then why did you know
about this? Never mind, I can guess." Mom looked at the pictures, read the
article again, then I saw her smile. "This would send your father right
over the edge, you know that don't you?"
"Why mom? So far dad is the one calling all the shots.
All we're doing is reacting to them. If he wants me to meet some boy my age,
and pretend to be a girl, then I should at least have the same protection any
other girl has, and that's having the right kind of parts. I can imagine what
would happen if I fell out at the wrong time."
"I think your right, but somehow I think that you
planned this all along. Fortunately your father has once again set it up for
you. Go put some makeup on and we'll get the stuff described here."
It took about three hours to find the right colors using
the directions, then, when we got home mom made all of the measurements and I
wrote them on the form, added dad's credit card number, and sent it via e-mail.
I walked over to see Cindy, and we spent the day in her room playing makeup
like a couple of teeny boppers. When I left for home I looked like a
hyperactive twelve year old. Big eyes done in bright blue and gray, deep, wide
eyeliner in black, cherry red lipstick and I had a banana clip in my hair. I
felt great. To tweak dad again I went up and changed into my bikini but didn't
change my makeup or hair. He almost fainted when he saw me. Mom merely laughed.
I went up and put on some shorts but left the top on, to show him how much of
girl I was. He still hated it.
Three days later my special garment arrived. Mom wanted to
help me get it on, but I asked her to let me do it alone and she relented. In
my room, once I was naked, I opened the box and saw it for the first time. Ugly
is what it was, but it was what men had fought over for years. The pubic hair
was the exact color of my hair, and the skin tone of the latex matched my own
skin so well that it was scary. I stepped into it, pulled it almost all the way
on, then slipped myself into the sheath provided before I pulled it all the way
on. I looked in the mirror and saw perfection. Unable to contain myself, I
called for mom to join me. One look was all it took for her to see just how
well made it was.
"Let me get the adhesive" she said, then she
carefully used it to glue down all of the seams. The ones in the back had to be
done real well or infection could set in. The panty was made with hips in
perfect proportion to my frame, the bottom open at the back, which is why it
had to be so well glued, and the seams all fell into the joint at my hips. I
looked as normal as any girl my age. "Now you can wear your tampon in the
right place Megan. Why don't you try it? The instructions say that you
can."
"Not yet mom. Let me get used to this first."
I pulled my panties back on and it was obvious that the
tapering front I now had was perfectly formed. I also noticed that my panties
seemed to fold into my vagina a bit. It was very exciting, because now I had
everything I needed to prove I was a girl. According to the instructions, I
could even have sex if I wanted to! Mom and I agreed that we would not tell dad
anything about the panty, or even that I had one until he found out on his own.
Even then he did not need to know that I could have sex with a boy. That would
really set him off. As soon as I had my bra on mom left and I stared into the
mirror. Other than a slightly pudgy middle, I now looked like any other girl.
Only the truth of it was that it was all silicone, foam, makeup and nerve. But
it was far more than I ever imagined, and delighted in the way things had
turned out. I pulled on some shorts and a top, went down the stairs and told
mom I was walking over to Cindy's house.
Cindy was in her room, but her mother told me to go on up,
so I rapped on her door once before I walked in. I caught Cindy playing
discover with herself. As she quickly covered herself up she grinned at me.
Before, just the thought of seeing Cindy naked would have made me unable to
walk, what with a very erect, manly obstacle in the way. Now, nothing. Not a
peep from Mr. Wonderful. Then I remembered. The panty had a small part that
inhibited an erection. Cindy started to say something, and it hit me. I raised
my hand to silence her, then slid my shorts and panties down in a single
stroke, flipped my top over my head, released my bra, and let it fall to the
floor. I stood there naked as she was. Her mouth was open, her eyes wide as she
groped for words.
"Damn it Megan! How do you do that?"
"What?"
"You know what I mean. You look just like I do for
Christ's sake!"
"Oh! You mean this?" I put my hand on my sex and
smiled at her.
We both started laughing, then we both got dressed. While I
was fastening my bra,
"Just how real is that? I mean, can you…"
"Can I have sex? Yea, but I'm not going to, I'm not
that kind of girl."
"Right. The first time some guy sticks his tongue in
your ear your panties will hit the floor faster than a dropped glass and you
know it Megan. I mean, you didn't go to all this trouble just to say no, did
you?"
Cindy was jealous! "Not true! You don't do that, so
what makes you think I will? All I ever wanted was to be a girl, and right now,
I'm as close as I'll probably ever get Cindy. I can't even get…excited!" I
almost said "a hard on", but that would have sounded silly.
Then I told her about this dinner dad had set up, and she
offered to loan me a dress. Without a word she went in her closet and pulled
out several for me to try on. The first was a lilac colored dress that looked
okay, but the color just wasn't me. The next was a dark blue sheath dress that
really looked nice, but the third one was an all black cocktail dress. Square
cut neckline, fitted bodice to a narrow waist, a flaring satin skirt with a
chiffon overlay that was just above my knees. The top was held up with two
thing satin straps. It was wonderful!
"If you wear a waist cincher and a push up bra, you'll
look smashing!"
I said I would take the dress, then we regressed back to
little girls and once again started playing with different looks. Cindy did my
hair in small bunches on top of my head, making it look as if I had mouse ears
on, and once again I wore some very outlandish makeup. But Cindy and I also
talked, about boys mostly, and she gave me the scoop on them. I thought I knew
it all because, well, I am a boy, but she really set me straight. She told me
how to flirt without being blatant about it, then how to turn a guy off if I
had to, or wanted to. Then she and I walked back to my house together while I
carried the dress. Mom took one look at us and just smiled. I hung up the
dress, then mom said she wanted to talk to both of us.