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Schooldays  

All rights reserved by Waldo (mellin6695@aol.com). 

This story as in most of my stories concerns a transgender theme. It
wasn't written to entertain prudish minds or children.  

Schooldays

By Waldo

Chapter 1 - Home alone

I'll never forget March 7th. It started out as a normal morning with 
my mother giving me my lunch money and telling me "to have a 
good day at school."  I farted around getting to the bus stop and 
somehow missed the bus so I had to return home.  By the time 
that I happily skipped back home, Mom was gone to work and the 
house was totally empty.  Gee, an empty house, an algebra test 
scheduled for second period that I hadn't studied for and I missed 
the school bus.  What should I do?

Like all good young men, I decided to take advantage of the 
situation and to enjoy a day off from school.  Mom would never 
know that I was playing hooky and it would give me the chance to 
do a couple of things that I wanted to do in one of those special 
times when I was the only one home.  I was busily doing my 
favorite pastime within the privacy of my mother's bedroom when I 
heard the click of the bedroom door opening.  Started by the 
sound, I turned to see my mother quietly standing in the doorway 
looking at me.

I was caught.  Not only was I caught playing hooky from school, 
but I was also caught playing one of my private games.  At that 
moment, I seriously wanted to instantly die but I knew that I 
couldn't be that lucky. Although her voice sounded relatively calm 
when she asked me "Roy, what are you doing?", I could tell that I 
was dead meat no matter what I answered. For a second, I 
considered lying to her, then looking in the bedroom's full length 
mirror at the way that I was dressed, I knew that I couldn't come 
up with an acceptable lie that could explain my current 
appearance.

After all, I was dressed in my mother's clothes in her bedroom. 
Yeah, I was wearing her pink chiffon dress and white high heel 
shoes. Underneath the dress, I had on one of her bras which was 
padded with a couple of apples wrapped in my socks to create a 
realistic jiggle within the bra when I walked. Also I had on my 
mother's panties and was wearing her pantyhose around my legs. 
Around my neck was the pearl necklace given to my mother by my 
grandmother and I had a couple of miscellaneous pieces of jewelry 
on my fingers and wrists such as the turquoise rings that my 
mother wears when she goes out on a date. I also had on that old 
brown "Mary Tyler Moore" wig that Mom keeps in her closet for 
those emergencies when she awakens too late in the morning to fix 
her hair. And my lips were heavily coated with some of her bright 
red lipstick.  

Yeah, I knew that I couldn't come up with a lie good enough to 
explain my awkward appearance.  So I told her the truth.  Or at 
least it was something that I was hoping that she would accept as 
the truth. "Uh, you see, uh, it's not what you think Mom, uh, I 
didn't, uh, you see they are having a school play and like none of 
the girls wanted to participate.  So I was seeing if I could look 
convincing enough to play the female lead.  Sort of a gag role, you 
know. Uh, what are you doing back home?"

Yeah, we were having a school play but I had no intention of being 
in the stupid play, much less of wearing a dress on a stage in front 
of any of my jeering boorish classmates.  But it was the best lie 
that I could quickly come up with, under the stressful 
circumstances.

"When you weren't present for the 8:15 morning report, the school 
secretary called me to make sure that I was aware of your absence. 
It's the third absence since Christmas.  I came home to see why 
you weren't in school.  So you're thinking about applying for a 
female role in a school play, are you?"

"Uh, yes.  After all, you keep telling me that I need to be a little 
more involved in school activities."

The sucking sound of her work shoes clacking against the bedroom 
hard wooden floors pounded loud in my ears as she walked toward 
me and then moved in a slow circle around me as she examined 
me.  I stood still as she walked around me, knowing that my knees 
were trembling so hard that I was afraid that I was going to faint. 
Stopping when she was standing in front of me, she smiled as she 
critiqued me. "Not bad.  With your lithe body, you're very passable.  
Next year when your shoulders have broaden a little more, you 
wouldn't be able to get away with it as easy then but I think that 
you could convincingly play that girl's role now.  What's the name 
of the play?"

"Uh, I don't remember. I had decided just before you came home 
that I probably won't even try out for it. After all, I need to spend 
more time studying to improve my grades before I get involved in 
any extra activities."

Putting her hands on my shoulder, she turned me so that I was 
facing the full length mirror again.  Standing behind me, she 
stared over my shoulder at our images in the mirror. I was 
surprised when she adjusted the bangs of the wig with her 
fingertips as she looked at me in the mirror.  For the first time, I 
noticed the light coating of sweat on my forehead and that my 
lower lip was trembling slightly.

"Too bad. School plays have a way of displaying talents that are 
usually kept hidden.  You know, you should have been born a girl.  
You've always had the longest eyelashes and prettiest lips."

I felt the wave of red embarrassment burn through my face and I 
didn't have to look at my face in the mirror to know that my cheeks 
were blushing at her comment. I started to unbutton the dress to 
take it off and Mom stopped me by putting her hands on my 
shoulder and pushing me toward her makeup table. "When you 
were just a wee, wee, wee little baby still within my belly, I 
wondered if you were going to be a boy or girl.  Back then, I wanted 
to have a daughter so that I could have someone that I dressed up 
and went shopping with as we talked silly girl talk to each other.  I 
was very happy when I discovered that you turned out to be a boy 
but I've always wondered what it would be like to have a daughter. 
Sit down for a moment."

"Uh mom, I just remembered that I've got an algebra test this 
morning. If I change into my clothes quickly, you can drive me to 
school in time so that I could probably still take it."    
 
Her hands pressing against my shoulder guided me into the chair 
at her makeup table. As she flicked the lights on so that it brightly 
illuminated my face, I felt two different emotions.  One emotion 
was that I was scared and wanted to go rub the lipstick off and to 
change into my normal clothes so that I could run to school to 
escape this awkward situation.  The second emotion was that I was 
feeling aroused by my mother's unexpected cooperating attitude 
over my unusual appearance.

"The school's already marked you absent for today and I took 
annual leave to come home to see why you weren't in school.  So 
we're both here.  We have the same interests where we want you to 
participate in school activities and you're already dressed in my 
clothes.  This will just take a minute to give you some professional 
help and then we can both see what you would like if you had been 
born as a girl. Then you can make up your mind about trying out 
for that role in the school play."

I opened my mouth to politely turn down her suggestion but never 
got the chance as she began removing the lipstick from my lips 
with some tissues.  "Roy, too much lipstick makes anyone look like 
a drag queen. Let's take this off and I'll do it right.  Now shut up 
and watch what I'm doing.  You will have to know how to correctly 
do this if you're serious about trying out for that part. Putting on 
your makeup so that you look more realistic can help give you a 
girlish attitude so that you appear more natural and relaxed."

As my mother's hand kept mashing against my mouth to remove 
the lipstick, I wanted to shout. I wanted to scream to release the 
mixed joy and terror that I was feeling from her calm reaction to 
finding me wearing her clothes.

I didn't say anything and just stared at my face in the mirror as 
she applied foundation to my face covering up my couple of pock 
scars. Then the softness of her fingertips spreading the blush over 
my cheeks created rosy cheekbones, blended highlights and soft 
shadows that totally changed the shape of my face making it softer 
and more feminine. I had to shut my eyes as she applied eyeliner 
and mascara although she described everything that she was doing 
as she did it. But as she worked on one eye, I would open the other 
eye to watch the way that she changed the total look of my face 
with her skillful application of makeup. 

In less than three minutes, she changed my face so much that I 
didn't even recognize myself. Instead of an acne-faced boy's face, I 
now had a realistic looking girl's face.  A beautiful girl's face.  A 
gorgeous girl's face.  All right, I was slightly biased but my face did 
look pretty with the makeup creating cheekbones and highlighting 
my eyes. 

Using some small scissors, she slightly thinned my eyebrows  
giving me a Brooke Shields type look so that they weren't so 
heavily thick but at the same time weren't so thin that I would be 
embarrassed later by my fellow classmates. After she applied the 
lipstick and had me blot it on a tissue, she picked up a brush and 
began working on the hair.

As she teased the wig and made it look a little more natural, I 
stared at my new face in the mirror.  I couldn't believe the 
difference that a little correctly applied makeup made in my 
appearance.  I was beautiful.  I looked just like a real girl.   

I was memorizing everything about my new look when I was 
startled by the strong smell of perfume. My mother smeared some 
of her perfume on my neck while she commented. "Seeing as how 
you aren't going to school today, we might as well make this a total 
experience for you.  This is my favorite perfume that I wear only on 
special occasions.  How do you like it?"

I couldn't tell her how I really liked it. After all, how do tell your 
mother that the wonderful delicate smell of her sexiest perfume on 
your body was giving you an erection?

Yeah, I had an erection but couldn't do anything about it.  I just 
wished that Mom would leave the room for a second so that I could 
adjust it within her borrowed panties so that it didn't feel so 
uncomfortable. Knowing that I couldn't adjust it without attracting 
her attention to it, I tried to ignore it.

So I just blurted the only thing that came to my mind.  "Smells 
peachy."

"Peachy?  I hope not. This is supposed to invoke mental images in 
a man's mind of wild passionate sex, not of some peach orchard."

My mother said the "sex" word to me. But I didn't have time to 
think about her choice of words and rattled off a quick 
explanation.  "Uh, no.  Peachy is just an expression.  Peachy keen, 
you know.  The perfume has a smell that I can't really describe."

With one tug on my wrist, she pulled me to my feet and turned me 
so that she was facing me.  Standing in front of her while wearing 
her borrowed high heels, I noticed that we were at eye level with 
each other. She stared at me with a funny little quizzical smile on 
her face as she examined my face. Winking at me as if to share a 
secret, she laughed as if this was fun for her to dress me as a girl. 
"I know what was missing. You need some ear rings.  I know, my 
small gold hoops would be perfect for you."

Leaving me alone for a moment, I watched her as she turned her 
back to dig through her jewelry box. I used that moment of 
distraction to tug at my erection and to arrange it within the 
panties so that it was sticking straight up instead of out at an 
awkward angle.  By the time that she came back to me with the ear 
rings, my groin looked more normal under her dress. 

As soon as she clipped the earrings onto each of my ears, she 
stepped back so that she was able to easily see my whole body and 
whispered, "If I didn't know better, I would swear that you were a 
real girl.  How does it feel to be my beautiful daughter instead of 
my gangly son?"

"Uh, I don't feel any different. After all, it's just clothes and a little 
makeup. And I'm only doing it so that I can make up my mind 
about trying out for that play."

Stepping toward me again, I was very surprised when her hand 
grabbed one of my make-believe breasts and adjusted it as she 
laughed.  "This boob is lopsided.  What do you have in there?"

"Apple.  Apple inside a rolled-up sock."

"Well, you're going to have to frequently look at yourself in a mirror 
to make sure that you're not lopsided again.  Boobs are supposed 
to be parallel, not horizontal. You sure do look nice."

"Thanks mom.  Well, now that I see how I look as a girl, I don't 
think that I'll try out for that play after all. I'm going to change 
clothes and ....."

"Nonsense.  I don't care whether you try out for that play or not, 
but I don't want you to change clothes yet. I want to see what it's 
like to have a daughter for a day.  I want you to remain dressed 
like that and to pretend to be a real girl all day long. I won't make 
you wash dishes or do any woman chores, but I just want you to 
pretend to be my little teenaged daughter today.  Will you do that?  
For me?  Pretty please?"

I wanted to scream "YES" but tried to keep my voice flat and 
monotone when I answered.  "Uh, if you insist."  

Clutching my hand tightly, she pulled me toward a blank wall. Her 
bedroom has several pictures hanging on the wall but she had me 
stand against a bare section of the wall.  Stepping back from me, 
she adopted her familiar pose where she stood with her left hand 
supporting her right elbow and her right hand supporting her chin 
as she studied the way that I looked.  "I'd never noticed before how 
much we look alike.  I knew that you had my lips but you've also 
got your father's nose.  But with that wig and makeup on, you look 
just like a younger version of me, Roy.  Roy?  That doesn't like 
right for a pretty girl. Would you mind if I called you Tonya?  That 
was what I was going to name you if you had been born a girl.  
Tonya Marie Duff was going to be your name.  Instead you wound 
up as Roy Wayne Duff simply because you had the cutest little 
itsy-bitsy pee spout between your legs.  Yes, you're going to be my 
Tonya today."

I didn't know what to say.  Fifteen minutes earlier, my life was 
ending when I had looked up to see my mother unexpectedly 
standing in the doorway.  And now she was standing a few feet 
away from me so that she could see her "new daughter" and she 
was proudly calling me Tonya.

Moving to her bed, she sat down on it as she opened the 
nightstand and removed a pack of cigarettes.  After lighting one, 
she looked at me still standing against the wall.  I was still too 
stunned to do anything but stand there like an idiot. Blowing a 
small cloud of smoke, she further surprised me by speaking to me 
in a girl-to-girl tone of voice similar to the one that my Aunt Cathy 
uses with my Cousin Nancy.  "Tonya, looking like a girl is only half 
of the feminine mystique.  The other half is creating an undeniable 
image of being a girl.  Girls stand differently than boys who only 
know how to slouch and lean against walls. Girls use their body 
language and constantly changing facial expressions to emphasize 
their words. But before we get into that, let's start with the basics. 
Girls certainly walk different.  You're at the age where you've 
noticed the way that they walk.  Let's see you walk like a girl.  
Walk toward the bathroom door."

The sound of my feet in my mother's high heeled shoes clicking on 
the hard wooden floor sounded too loud to me as I walked.  In the 
silence of the bedroom, I also heard another sound.  The 
unmistakable sound of my mother's pantyhose around my legs 
swishing as my thighs rubbed as I walked.

"No, Tonya.  You look like you're a Bull Moose walking.  Here, 
watch me and walk behind me.  Move your hips and arms the way 
that I move mine."

I followed her five times across the bedroom before she was 
satisfied with my walking style. "That's great.  You're picking it up 
very good.  You're a natural in high heels."

I stopped myself from biting my lip as she hinted that she thought 
that I adapted too quickly to walking in the high heels.  I prayed 
that she wouldn't ask me if I had ever dressed in her clothes 
before.

My prayers were answered as she moved on to the next subject. 
"Now, let's work on your facial expressions.  Girls have very 
animated expressions.  They pay attention to whoever is speaking 
by maintaining eye contact and using their eyebrows and lips to 
encourage the speaker to open up more. And girls are very 
expressive with their facial features when they talk.  Tonya, tell me 
what you did in school yesterday but pretend that you were also a 
girl yesterday.  I'm your mother and want to know about my 
daughter's day in school."

I made something up.  I told her about cooking class and having to 
learn to bake bread.  She made me go through the same story four 
different times and each time, she corrected me. She was right 
about how girls talk differently.  The first time was just a simple 
description of sticking some dough into an oven where I arched my 
eyebrows a couple of times. The second time of repeating my make-
believe school day, I followed her corrections and gave a more in-
depth description of the recipe ingredients and threw in a lot of 
body language and facial expressions.  "Too much overkill" was her 
comment and we tried again. This time, she talked back to me as if 
we were two friends discussing the homework and I talked "my 
friend through baking some bread in class".  By the fourth time, I 
feel more relaxed speaking girl talk and adding facial gestures and 
slight hand movements to emphasize my words. Mom laughed that 
I was getting it.

The next hour was just a continuation of my lessons in how to 
pretend to be a girl. Mom would show me how to do something and 
I would do it over and over until she was satisfied.  Then she would 
have me repeat the other lessons and tie them all together into one 
smooth routine. By that time, I was able to walk into the room as if 
I was a real teenage girl just coming home from school, greeting my 
mother as if I hadn't seen her all day, and then describing my day 
with appropriate facial expressions and body language while I 
brushed my thick mane of hair and freshened my lipstick. 

Then she began working on my voice.  "Softer."  "Say the sentence 
again but giggle at the end."  "Slightly higher tone and inflection in 
your words." "Not laughing enough, Tonya, make your discussion 
friendly and fun." "Put some personality into your words and 
expressions." "Be a little silly sometimes. It's permitted for girls to 
be silly."  "Giggle more."

By the end of my lessons in basic posture and speaking, I was very 
pleased with myself.  I actually felt like a real girl.  That's when 
Mom scared me with something that I didn't expect.

"Stand against the wall again, dear.  That's it.  Now smile while I 
take some Polaroid photographs of you, Tonya."

"Uh, mom.  I don't think so.  You've showed me what it's like to be 
a girl and now I know that I know what it's like to be a girl, I don't 
want to try out for that play.  Let's not take any photographs."

"Nonsense, Tonya.  Photographs will help us remember this day.  
Years from now, we'll look at these old photographs and laugh 
about what great fun we had today.  Now stand over there and 
smile.  Look pretty, dear."

I couldn't talk her out of it.  She made several photographs of me 
and kept taking them as she made me walk around the room and 
repeat some of the things that she had just taught me.  Then we 
examined the many photographs.  I really liked the realistic way 
that I looked in them but I couldn't tell her that.

Putting the camera away, she scared me with her next request. "I 
see that it's almost eleven o'clock. Go check the mail."

ME GO OUTSIDE DRESSED LIKE THIS!!!!!!!  No fucking way!

Two minutes later, my knees were shaking as I stepped out onto 
the front porch. I lost another argument with my mother. She had 
argued that it was impossible to recognize me, especially the way 
that I was dressed and my face changed. If any of the neighbors 
saw me, they would just think that I was a cute cousin. 

My eyes darted right and left as I stood in the doorway and I didn't 
see anyone.  Remembering my mother's coaching to act positive 
and to keep my head high, I tried to put just the right amount of 
swing into my walk and to move my arms the way that Mom 
taught me. Normally I get the mail by running down the sidewalk 
as I pretend that I'm dribbling a basketball and I'm back within the 
house in ten seconds. The tight fitting skirt, high heels and 
mother's instructions to take many small steps resulted in a one 
minute walk.  Thankfully there was some junk mail in the mailbox 
so that I didn't have to walk back empty handed.  Having 
something to hold in my hands made it easier to keep from 
breaking into a mad run as I came back to the safety of the house.

As soon as I stepped inside, Mom grabbed me and hugged me as 
she congratulated me.  "Perfect.  You were simply perfect.  How did 
it feel, Tonya?"

My heart was still beating a mile a minute and I tried to keep most 
of the excitement out of my voice as I responded in my new soft 
voice "Great. I just did as you told me."

Handing me one of her spare shoulder-strap purses, she picked up 
her purse as she scared me with her new plan.  "You did so great.  
Now, it's time to go just a little further.  You and I are going to walk 
to the corner store and I'm going to buy me a pack of cigarettes. If 
anyone looks at you, just smile. If they say something, answer 
them but remember your lessons on talking like a girl."

"Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutttttttttttttttttttttttttt Mom?????"

Three minutes later Mom and I were standing on the corner 
waiting for the light to change.  I had made it the whole block so 
far walking beside Mom.  Then a car stopped in front of us and the 
driver waved.  My mom responded "Hi, Mrs. Jenkins."

Aghhh.  The nosiest busybody on the block was looking at me 
dressed like this.  I wanted to pee in my panties.  Then Mom 
scared me even more.  "Mrs. Jenkins, have you met Roy's cousin?  
Tonya's from out of town and will be staying with us every once in 
awhile for the next several months.  Tonya, this is Mrs. Jenkins."    

I put a fake smile on my face and tried to keep from grimacing as 
the old battleaxe greeted me with her throaty old woman's warble. 
"No, I haven't met your pretty niece yet.  I could see by the strong 
resemblance that she's definitely related to you. Welcome to our 
neighborhood, Tonya.  Oh, gotta go.  The light's changing.  Nice to 
meet you, dear."

My heart was pounding so hard within my temples that I thought 
it had somehow moved to my head.  As the neighbor drove away, 
my mother whispered. "If you can fool her, you can fool anyone.  I 
put some money in your purse.  After I buy my cigarettes, I want 
you to buy some candy from the clerk.  Remember to look him in 
the eye and to smile.  He's going to flirt with you but he does that 
with all girls."

I reluctantly followed Mom into the store. I could feel the clerk's 
eyes on me as soon as I walked through the door. Following Mom's 
directions, I went to the candy selection and pretended to be 
making a selection.  I didn't care what I bought.  I just wanted to 
get out of there.  Mom told me to wait for my turn to go to the 
counter until after she paid for her cigarettes and was standing 
where she could watch me.

So I waited and tightly clinched my thighs together as added 
insurance to keep from peeing in my panties because of my fright. 
As soon as Mom was finished buying her cigarettes, I rushed to the 
line with a pack of chewing gum.  But a couple of construction 
workers beat me to the counter with a six pack of beer and some 
sandwiches.  While the guy in the front of the line was taking more 
time buying lottery tickets, his buddy turned around and "checked 
me out."

Yeah, he checked me out.  As if a pretty teenaged girl would be 
interested in a man twenty years older than me, with a pot belly, a 
ripped t-shirt, a two-day-old beard and a toothpick dangling from 
his lips.  I ignored his hard stares at me and pretended to be 
interested in reading the headlines on some of those magazines. I 
barely heard my Mom's voice when she unexpectedly asked me to 
do something for her.  "Here, Tonya.  Purchase this for me."

Trying to keep from making eye contact with the man who was 
staring at me so hard, I locked eyes with my mother and silently 
begged permission to immediately leave the store. One glance at 
her unwavering eyes and I knew that I had to continue or bear her 
wrath.  Looking at the box that she shoved into my hands, I felt my 
heart stop when I saw the words "Junior Absorbent Tampax."

God, she did this to me on purpose.  Dressed me up like a girl, put 
me in front of a horny construction worker and made me hold a 
box of Tampax.  Is it possible to will yourself to die?  I tried to die.

A second later when I was still alive, I knew that I had to do it or I 
would somehow be revealed as a boy.  Holding my head high, I 
looked the construction worker in the eye as I stood with my 
shoulders pulled back proudly as if I had real tits.

He surprised me by nodding "good day" and then turned around to 
do his purchase. With his back turned to me, I looked at my 
mother who gave me a wink.  It was actually working.  My 
masquerade was working.

*************************


Chapter 2 - The Mall

Two minutes later, I was proudly walking down the street back to 
our house and laughing with Mom.  "Did you see the look on the 
clerk's face while he fumbled with the purchase and was staring at 
my 'breasts'? I think that if you hadn't been there, he would have 
made a play for me."

I felt so alive.  I had been accepted by men as being the real thing.  
Sure, it was just a momentary meeting but two of them were 
construction men who aren't supposed to be easy to fool when it 
comes to looking at women.  And the clerk had actually made 
small talk to me as he took his time ringing up my purchase.

I was on cloud nine.  I was carrying a bag with tampax and the 
knowledge that the clerk accepted me as being so real that I 
needed the sanitary napkins, made me feel so alive and vibrant 
that I was afraid that I was going to burst with pride.

I was so happy that I didn't even question it when Mom guided me 
into the car instead of going back into the house.  Before I realized 
what was happening, I was in the passenger seat and we were 
going down the road.

"It's lunch time, dear.  We'll go to a fast food place and eat in the 
car."

My mother lied to me.  We went to a restaurant at the mall.  Sure it 
had a side entrance so it was only a couple of feet into the 
restaurant.  But it was packed with people.  

I pleaded with her to go to a drive-thru restaurant. "No Tonya, this 
will help you build your confidence in your ability to be one of us."

"But what if any of my friends from school see me, Mom?"

"Your friends from school are supposed to be in school.  Therefore 
the likelihood that you'll run into anyone that knows Roy is very 
slim.  Besides, you certainly don't look like Roy at this minute so 
even if we did run into anyone, they wouldn't recognize the pretty 
girl with me as being the gangly boy from school."

"But what if we run into someone that recognizes you and then 
looks twice at me.  Mom, please let's go to a drive-thru."

Putting her arm around my waist, Mom's strong right arm guided 
me as she gave me a definitive answer. "I expect people to look 
twice at you.  After all, you look like pretty teenage girl and I would 
be proud to be seen with you standing beside me.  Now, I don't 
want to hear any more.  We're going inside and you're going to 
order your lunch yourself.  Just remember the things that I've 
taught you today and you'll be all right."

She was right.  No one paid any attention me except a casual 
glance or two.  And the waiter was busy looking at his order pad so 
he didn't pay any attention to how much my hands were shaking 
as I held the menu in front of me.  As soon as the food was placed 
in front of me, I felt more relaxed.  After all, several minutes of 
sitting quietly with no one paying any attention to me was enough 
to restore my confidence.

Sitting in a booth eating a salad with Mom, I felt more and more 
like a real daughter as we talked about the things that mothers 
discuss with daughters.  I laughed as my mother discussed the 
problems that she was having with her sex life.  I've never even 
discussed sex with my mother before and here we were in a 
restaurant as she calmly described how her latest boyfriend was 
trying to get into her panties as if I was a close friend instead of an 
adolescent son.  I laughed so hard at mother/daughter talk that I 
was afraid that I was going to cry and ruin my mascara.

Surrounded by a whole room full of people who were accepting me 
as being a real girl by ignoring me, I felt much more confident in 
my impersonation.  So it didn't take much to convince me when 
Mom suggested that we walk through the mall.  We went into one 
of those big 'everything' type stores and Mom took me back to the 
furniture area.  She told me to stand in front of a television set and 
see how many men looked at me as she did some business with a 
salesman.  I did as she requested and counted nine men while 
Mom bought something from a salesman.  I don't know what she 
bought.  I just saw her give him one of her credit cards and fill out 
a form.

Then we went for a stroll through the mall.  I thought that we were 
just going to walk up and down the common area to give me the 
time to get used to my high heels but she took me into a lingerie 
store.  Pushing me to a rack of bras, she was very explicit with her 
instructions.  "Every girl needs to have a good supply of 
underwear.  I suggest a couple of white bras in the 32-A size and a 
black one."

Stunned by her suggestion, I almost slipped for the first time in my 
high heels.  My voice was my normal boy's voice instead of my just 
acquired teenage girl's voice. "Mom, this was just a one day trial.  
Remember?  I don't think that we need to spend any money on 
clothes that I won't be wearing."

"But dear, I want you to wear them.  I've so enjoyed having a 
beautiful daughter that I could easily talk to and to be around 
today, that I want you to spend some more time being Tonya.  I 
would to see you dress pretty for me and to be Tonya every 
weekend.  So let me buy this for you."

I tried to say No.  I tried to convince Mom that maybe we were 
taking this a little too far. But when she helped me select a couple 
of bras, some panties, a half slip and a bright red flimsy negligee, I 
let her purchase them.  We went from there to a ladies apparel 
store where she used the same argument to convince me to try on 
a couple of dresses.  Oh yeah, she used one argument on me that 
really convinced me to let her buy me all these new dresses.  She 
said that her clothes were made for a more matronly woman, 
someone in her mid-thirties and the new clothes were made for a 
young teenage girl.  Mom was right.  In her pink chiffon dress, 
pearls, wig and everything, I did look like a teenage girl who was 
trying to be an exact carbon copy of her mother.

A few minutes later, I was back in a dressing room happily trying 
on outfits made for someone with a youthful female body such as 
Brittany Spears or Mandy Moore.  Five hundred and seventeen 
dollars later, I walked out with bags loaded with new trousers, new 
blouses, dresses, skirts, pantyhose and new shoes.  In less than 
two hours time, I selected a new totally feminine wardrobe and 
Mom happily paid for it.

We carried my purchases to the car and I thought that we were 
going to go straight home so I could do another fashion show for 
her but within the privacy of our home.  Instead she put most of 
my new clothes into the trunk but selected a different outfit 
consisting of a very uptown skirt and a blouse that I had seen one 
of my favorite MTV personalities wearing just that week. Putting 
that into a bag along with a bra, panties, pantyhose, and a pair of 
shoes, she said "We got two more stops before we go home."

Now Mom's spent about six hundred and fifty dollars in the last 
three hours buying me a whole new clothing ensemble.  I couldn't 
let her spend all that money on me on "playtime" clothes so I tried 
to talk to her.  "Look Mom, I appreciate your interest in trying to 
help me get this part in the school play but don't you think that 
enough is enough."

Putting her hand around my waist to guide me back into the mall 
as we talked, she shocked me with her answer. "Tonya, for a long 
time I've known that you've had a gender confusion problem.  I've 
seen some of my bra straps mysteriously adjusted to fit a body 
your size.  I've smelled traces of your cologne in my dirty panties. 
I've hung some of my clothes just so on a hanger in the closet only 
to come home later and see that the hanger is turned differently 
and that a button left unbuttoned on purpose is now buttoned.  I 
know that you very frequently dress in my clothes.  About two 
years ago, I started going through lipstick almost twice as fast as I 
had been using it.  So I hid a video camera in my bedroom one day 
and later watched the film.  I saw a very lonely boy become a very 
happy girl as she pranced around my bedroom in my clothes.  
When I discovered that you played hooky from school today, I 
decided it was time to see how much of a girl you really were. So I 
did everything this morning to see how strong your feminine 
personality was.  At lunchtime, I came to the pleasant conclusion 
that you need to have some time to see what it's like to be a girl.  
So that's why I bought the new clothes for you.  I'm going to give 
you the opportunity to be my daughter for a while to see if that's 
what you really want to be.  If so, then I'll arrange for the 
necessary medical procedures to permanently turn you into an 
anatomically correct Tonya.  If not, then I'll welcome Roy back into 
my house."                

I listened to her as she revealed that she knew that I was lying 
about the show.  That she knew everything about me.  That she 
was willing to support me and to allow me to live the life that was 
denied me because I had been born a boy instead of a girl.

I didn't know what to say but when she stopped, held my arms 
tightly with both of her hands and asked me the question "Do you 
want to spend the next six months living totally and completely as 
Tonya?  I can take care of the school problem." I knew that I only 
had one answer "YES!"

The happiest new girl in town walked proudly back through those 
mall doors with her mother's arms around her.  I didn't care if I 
ran into all of my old friends at that moment and everyone of them 
recognized me.  I was going to become Tonya.

My mother guided me into a doctor's office in the mall.  I looked 
kinda puzzled at her and she answered my unanswered question.  
"When I first discovered your gender confusion, I discussed your 
situation with a doctor that I had been dating. He offered to help 
us and when I called him this morning to say that this looked like 
the day, he set an appointment for us at two o'clock.  As a personal 
favor to me, he's going to do something to make it easier for you to 
pass as a girl."

Five very nervous minutes later, Doctor Golden asked me to 
undress from the waist up.  After ten seconds of squeezing my bare 
chest to see how flexible my skin was, Doctor Golden gave us the 
news. "Looks good to me. Well Tonya, let me tell you what your 
mother and I have been discussing.  She wants to give you the 
opportunity to live as a teenage girl for several months. I told her 
that if you were passable... by the way, I thought that you were a 
real girl with very mature fashion preferences when you walked in 
here. So I told her that if you were passable, that I would help you 
with a revolutionary new medical procedure.  Have you ever heard 
of 'liquid mold gel imprinting'?  No?  Well, it's a means of 
temporary achieving breast-like appendages that have the shape of 
natural breasts.  It's not permanent and the effects will gradually 
fade in four to six months and can completely disappear in a year 
if not renewed by future treatment.  Your mother will allow you to 
have this procedure if it's something that you want.  In two hours 
you can walk out of my office with two puffy mounds on your chest 
that any teenage girl would be proud to have.  The nipples won't 
change and we won't take you to any bra size larger than an A cup 
with this procedure.  Do you want me to modify your chest for 
you?"

"YESSSSSSSSSS!"

Two minutes later, I was lying on his examination table and he was 
placing two molds on my chest.  The molds looked like weird 
shaped cookie cutters. As soon as the molds were securely 
fastened to my chest, he began tugging on my skin, pulling the 
skin tight outside the molds and leaving the skin loose within the 
mold.  When he had enough loose skin within the breast molds to 
start working on my new breasts, he inserted a large needle into 
the loose skin and positioned the needle tip so that the tip barely 
penetrated to the layer of skin that he wanted. Pressing on the 
needle's plunger, he slowly injected a clear liquid into my skin.  I'm 
not sure of all the scientific terminology but basically the liquid 
would collect between those layers of skins and push the layers 
apart.  Then the liquid would start turning into a jelly-like 
substance and gradually turn into a gelatinous-like substance that 
created a breast-like protrusion. The cookie-cutter molds kept the 
liquid from spreading into a flat cookie shape all over my chest and 
created the shaping of the forming gelatin under my skin.  Over 
time, my body would absorb the gelatin and the breasts would 
gradually flatten.  I didn't care so long as it gave me some boobs.  
So what if my chest would be tender for a week to ten days as my 
skin adjusted to the injected liquid. 

It hurt but I didn't care. After six needles of liquid were injected 
into each molded area, I had some little puffy tear-shaped breasts.  
The procured only took five minutes per breast but I had to lie 
perfectly still on his table for two hours to give the liquid time to 
harden into the gelatin in the shape of the molds.  Then the molds 
could be removed.

So I laid on the table staring up at the clock wishing time would 
pass. I knew that I would never forget that as of 4:00 pm on March 
7th, I would have boobs. March 7th was my lucky day. I would 
physically be a girl from the waist up, thanks to my very 
understanding mom.

When the mold came off, he was right.  My new boobs were very 
tender but the pumped-up mounds under my nipples looked just 
like small boobs. After thanking the doctor, Mom helped me put on 
one of my new bras to further support the new breasts.  After 
dressing in my new clothes, we put my mother's borrowed clothes 
back into the shopping bag.  After all, I had my new younger 
generation clothes and some new cleavage to show off. I walked out 
of the doctor's office looking like Brittney Spears.  Well, a wig-
wearing Brittney Spears.

Mom took me next to a beauty shop and told the beautician to give 
me the "complete works". Two hours later, my straight dark hair 
was turned into a mass of blondish curls. It wasn't a total bleached 
bimbo blonde color but was more of a realistic dark blonde and 
light blonde mixture. Because my hair length was short from the 
life-long boy's preppy haircut, there wasn't much length to work 
with so the beautician cut the top even shorter to create a very 
short punkish hairstyle. And while she was working on my hair, 
the manicurist glued and shaped some very feminine looking 
fingernails on my fingers and put matching colors onto my toenails 
also.

I walked out of the Beauty Shop and didn't recognize myself.  I was 
physically transformed into a very pretty teenage girl.  I was in 
seven heaven.

On the way home, Mom handed me a folder.  Opening it, I 
discovered school records with Tonya Duff's name on the records. 
As I looked at the records, she explained how thoroughly she had 
planned for my new life. "Fake records but it contains the same 
courses that you've already had, as well as the appropriate grades. 
Instead of going back to your old school and risking identification 
by some of your classmates that know Roy, I've decided that you're 
going to go to another nearby school.  When you go to the new 
school in the morning, you'll have all the identification that you 
need to start your new life as Tonya.  You'll make new friends who 
will only know you as Tonya. Look at the back page of your folder.  
It's a notice where your new school is having tryouts for next year's 
cheerleader squad.  How would you like to be a cheerleader, 
Tonya?"

Images of me in a cute little cheerleading costume floated through 
my head.  For the rest of the drive home, Mom and I talked about 
how great my new life was going to be.

When we got home, she didn't pull into the garage as usual.  I 
started to activate the garage door opener for her but she said 
"Never mind.  I have some junk stored in the garage until I can it 
hauled away.  I'll park out here for the night."

She helped me carry my new clothes into the house.  When I 
opened my bedroom door, I almost had a heart attack.  My room 
has always been the typical boy's room with football posters tacked 
to every wall, clothes strewn all over the place, corners stacked 
with hockey sticks and football gear and a wooden non-descriptive 
bed.

I wasn't seeing that.

As I stared at the pink-canopied bed with matching nightstand and 
dresser, I was seeing a totally feminine teenage girls bedroom. 
"While you were busy with me at the mall, Tonya, I had a crew 
come in and move all your old stuff out into the garage.  Then they 
painted the room and moved in your new furniture that I bought 
for you today at the mall.  How do you like your new room?"

I hugged my mother so hard that for a moment I thought I was 
going to squeeze my new boobs flatter than a pancake. Squealing 
like a girl just asked on her first date, I hurried around my room 
examining my new furniture.  It was so grand and so pretty that I 
felt like crying.

A few minutes later, Mom helped me hang up my new clothes in 
my now empty closet and to put my new lingerie away.

As I happily rested on my new bed and thought of all the wonderful 
surprises that had occurred to me today, my mother added 
another one to the list.   "Tonya, every girl needs to have her own 
makeup.  I've had this makeup kit hidden in my closet for just this 
moment.  You'll need to get up about an hour earlier in the 
morning so that I can help you with your makeup and hair for the 
first couple of days, then you'll be on your own to get yourself 
ready for school."

The rest of that evening was a blur.  I helped Mom fix dinner and 
surprised her by offering to clean up the kitchen by myself.  After 
all, every girl is supposed to help her mother with those types of 
chores.  Then I worked on giving my new bedroom a live-in look.  
Oh, I didn't put the posters back on the wall or throw clothes 
everywhere.  I borrowed some of Mom's women's magazines and 
put them in a bookrack and on the dresser as if I had been actively 
reading them.  I took all of the new makeup out of the kit and 
spread it on my vanity. I went into my bathroom and threw away 
all my old right guard deodorants and colognes and put my new 
female hygiene products on the counters.  I even opened the box of 
tampax that Mom had suckered me into buying at the store earlier, 
threw away a couple of the pads as if they had been used, and left 
the box out as if it was something that I frequently needed to get to 
quickly.  In other words, I made my new bedroom look like a girl 
really lived in it.

When it was bedtime, Mom held me to my normal turn-in time. 
After carefully removing my bra, I examined my new boobs. 
Although the flesh was still very tender, the small mounds looked 
just the way that a teenage girl's breasts were supposed to look - 
small, firm, and puffy.  

While I wanted to sleep totally naked so that I could explore my 
body during the night, my mom had other ideas. "Doctor Golden 
said you need to wear this training bra while you sleep for the next 
week. Its firm cups will protect, support and shape your new 
boobies. Put that on, then let's see what you look like in your new 
nightgown"

So I did a little fashion show for her.  Although it was obvious that 
I had some slightly bulging male anatomy in my panties, I didn't 
care that 'that part' of my anatomy was also being displayed as I 
sashayed around the room, showing off my new nightgown as if I 
was a fashion model.

I giggled when Mom's comment reveled that my remaining 
maleness was just a little too obvious. "Looks like we'll have to be 
very choosy when we go to buy you a new bikini for the beach and 
make sure that we get something that hides your peepee."

Easing into my bed, I watched as she placed several of the 
photographs that she had taken of me on my new dresser. I giggled 
like a silly girl when she said "I'll see if I can find a pink photo 
album for you tomorrow."

Turning out my bedroom light we sat in the dark as my mother 
talked to me the way that she talked to me when I was little. 
"Tonya, tomorrow is going to be a big day for you. A new school. A 
new life.  New friends. You get out of life what you put into it.  
You've got the opportunity to see what your life would be like if you 
had been born female instead of male.  After several months, I'll 
ask you which life you prefer.  Tonya or Roy?  If you need more 
time as Tonya or Roy, you've got it. But you should use your time 
wisely and determine how the rest of your life is going to be spent.  
It won't be an easy decision, but it's one that you've got the 
opportunity to decide at a time in your puberty experience where 
surgery can make a difference.  Sleep tight and I'll see you in the 
morning, my beautiful daughter."

Curled up in my new bed with the soft scents of my new perfumes 
and fragrances filling my nose, I knew what decision I would be 
making.  I didn't have to wait months.  I knew now. But because 
my mother had spent so much money and did so much for me to 
make this happen, I knew that I would do as she asked.  After all, I 
planned to be a dutiful daughter instead of a rebellious son.

Lying on my back because the training bra's metal shaped cups 
made it impossible to sleep on my stomach, I drifted off into the 
best sleep that I've ever had. As I drifted off into sleep, I vaguely 
remember saying over and over "Hi, my name is Tonya.  I'm Tonya. 
I'm the new girl in school." As I thought about how wonderful the 
next day was going to be in my new school, I was the happiest girl 
in town.

******

RRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG!

Slapping the alarm clock hard with my hand, I sleepily stared at 
the clock. It said "7:00".

Mentally screaming at myself, I threw the bedcovers off as I jumped 
to my feet.  I was still in that half confused first stages of 
awakening and all I could think about was that I overslept.  Seven 
a.m. is my normal time to get up and I had to get up an hour 
earlier this morning so that Mom could help me brush my hair and 
put on my makeup before school.

Halfway across the floor, my feet stumbled across a hockey stick 
lying on the floor. Looking down at it, I sleepily stared at it as I 
tried to figure out how it had got there.  Then I saw the dirty 
football clothes and other discarded clothes on the floor.  All that 
stuff was supposed to be out in a box in the garage on the way to 
Goodwill.

Then I saw the posters on the walls and suddenly realized that this 
is my old room decorated the way that it always looked. Spinning 
in a half circle, I saw my old boy's bedroom, not the new bedroom 
that Mom had installed for me yesterday.  There was no makeup 
table with photographs of me in my new clothes and new hairstyle.

As the realization hit me that something was wrong, I stared down 
at my chest.  There was certainly something wrong there.  Instead 
of being dressed in a sexy teddy and wearing a training bra, I had 
on a dirty ripped t-shirt.  Grabbing the t-shirt hard with my hands, 
I tugged on it as hard as I could, ripping big gapping holes in it.  
Holes big enough so that I could see that my puffy little boobs were 
gone.

Stumbling like a madman into my bathroom, I stared at my normal 
boy face with a couple of active acne areas and the normal straight 
dark hair.  When I drifted off to sleep last night, I was still wearing 
mascara, eye liner, lipstick, ear rings and had a mass of golden 
blonde ringlets covering my head.

Pushing my way out of the bathroom, I stumbled like a drunken 
man as I made my way to the kitchen where I could hear Mom 
packing her lunch. Standing in the doorway, my voice sounded so 
sad that I was afraid that I was about to cry.  "Mom, what 
happened?  It's gone.  All of it."

"What's gone, Roy?" She asked without turning around.

Hearing the name "Roy" instead of "Tonya" from my mom's lips, I 
knew the truth now.  It had just been a dream. Leaning against the 
doorjamb because I was too weak to stand, I asked another 
question. "What's today's date, Mom?"

Picking up the newspaper, she announced "March 7th. A school 
day for you and a workday for me.  Better get your butt in gear 
Roy, or you'll miss the bus again.  You've been late a couple of 
times already this quarter and you have no reason for being late 
today."

Turning like a man being forced to march to his own execution, I 
reluctantly walked back toward my bedroom as I cupped my chest 
searching for non-existent boobies.  "It was only a dream.  It was 
only a dream. My transformation never happened."

Stopping suddenly, a smile formed on my face.  "Wait a minute.  
Today is March 7th and I'm on my way to the bus."

Laughing out loud, I said "What have I got to lose?  Damn right 
that I'm going to miss that bus today.  I plan to see what fortune 
brings my way."  

The End


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