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Hi.

  Four boy are odd for the ration girls/boys in their annual
classplay. So two boy were chosen to even the situation. Our hero
(Mike) wasn't pleased with the choise, but beeing a girl seemed to him
later easy, probably to easy. He got intoxicated and ..... . You
should read his story by yourself.

Note to the author: Karen keep up with your stories. I muse that there
	a lot of people who would like to read more of your work. Don't hide
	it in your local net/bbs. Share your stories and ideas with all. If
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	do it in an other way. Just drop a few lines.

  As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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Kristen

                                          by  Karen Elizabeth L.  (KarenTV720)





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then it hit me like a sledgehammer!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom smiled and hugged me.

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

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

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

I could only wonder what she had in mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom gave me a close examination.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I went back to my room thinking mom had gone crazy.  I wasn't about to wear
panties, and it didn't matter how nice they looked on me!  When I saw what



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From nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE Tue Sep 12 17:45:48 1995
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg
Subject: TG: Kristen   by  Karen Elizabeth L. (KarenTV720)   (2/5)
From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo)
Date: 13 Sep 1995 00:45:48 +0200

Hi.

  Four boys are odd for the ratio girls/boys in their annual
classplay. So two boy were chosen to even the situation. Our hero
(Mike) wasn't pleased with the choise, but beeing a girl seemed to him
later easy, probably to easy. He got intoxicated and ..... . You
should read his story by yourself.

Note to the author: Karen keep up with your stories. I muse that there
	a lot of people who would like to read more of your work. Don't hide
	it in your local net/bbs. Share your stories and ideas with all. If
	you didn't like to post by yourself we will surely find a way that to
	do it in an other way. Just drop a few lines.

  As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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mom had set out for me to wear I went nuts!  Lying there on my bed was a bra,
a pair of white pantyhose, a half slip, and a very pretty dress which I'd
never seen before!

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

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

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

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

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

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

That clinched it!  Mom had completely flipped!

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

Mom's expression never changed.

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

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

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

I took off my nightgown and picked up the bra.

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

Mom saw my puzzled expression.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom reached over and grabbed her make-up kit.

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

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

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

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

"Me and my big mouth!" I thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Was everything okay sweetheart?" She asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Within minutes the bravest of them approached me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dad didn't appear to understand.

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

Dad just wouldn't leave well enough alone though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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From nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE Tue Sep 12 17:51:22 1995
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg
Subject: TG: Kristen   by  Karen Elizabeth L. (KarenTV720)   (3/5)
From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo)
Date: 13 Sep 1995 00:51:22 +0200

Hi.

  Four boy are odd for the ration girls/boys in their annual
classplay. So two boy were chosen to even the situation. Our hero
(Mike) wasn't pleased with the choise, but beeing a girl seemed to him
later easy, probably to easy. He got intoxicated and ..... . You
should read his story by yourself.

Note to the author: Karen keep up with your stories. I muse that there
	a lot of people who would like to read more of your work. Don't hide
	it in your local net/bbs. Share your stories and ideas with all. If
	you didn't like to post by yourself we will surely find a way that to
	do it in an other way. Just drop a few lines.

  As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Any boy in particular mom?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now I was getting very confused!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jim and I looked at each other and grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jim noticed my staring at him and smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jill returned my hug without hesitating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I knew the dress was perfect for how I felt, it was a solid yellow with sort
of a lace netting over it.  The solid part of the dress had thin shoulder
straps which were covered by the lace netting along with fake buttons in the
shape of tiny pink roses down the front.  The sleeves ended just above the



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From nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE Tue Sep 12 17:53:58 1995
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg
Subject: TG: Kristen   by  Karen Elizabeth L. (KarenTV720)   (4/5)
From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo)
Date: 13 Sep 1995 00:53:58 +0200

Hi.

  Four boys are odd for the ratio girls/boys in their annual
classplay. So two boy were chosen to even the situation. Our hero
(Mike) wasn't pleased with the choise, but beeing a girl seemed to him
later easy, probably too easy. He got intoxicated and ..... . You
should read his story by yourself.

Note to the author: Karen keep up with your stories. I muse that there
	a lot of people who would like to read more of your work. Don't hide
	it in your local net/bbs. Share your stories and ideas with all. If
	you didn't like to post by yourself we will surely find a way that to
	do it in an other way. Just drop a few lines.

  As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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elbow and were made entirely of lace.  I carried the dress back to my room
and began to look for just the right underwear and accessories to go with it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dad just looked at her then pointed to me.

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

I spoke up before mom could say anything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom stopped me before I could say anymore.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turning to me he suddenly seemed worried.

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

I began to blush.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Happy birthday!" They shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aunt Barb came over and gave me a hug.

"Happy Birthday Kristen!  You look great!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dad was kind enough to bring me up to speed.

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

Aunt Barb gently turned me to face her.

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

Cindy broke in excitedly.

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

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

"Hold out your hands!" Cindy ordered.

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

"Which do you think looks better?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cindy gave me a big hug.

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

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

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

"Well I guess so," I said cautiously.

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

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

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

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

"I take it you approve?" Cindy asked.

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

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

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

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

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

"No chance!" Dad blurted out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom threw her arms around me and began to cry.

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

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

"Thanks mom," I replied.  "At least I'll look good enough, that's one thing I



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From nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE Tue Sep 12 17:56:30 1995
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg
Subject: TG: Kristen   by  Karen Elizabeth L. (KarenTV720)   (5/5)
From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo)
Date: 13 Sep 1995 00:56:30 +0200

Hi.

  Four boys are odd for the ratio girls/boys in their annual
classplay. So two boy were chosen to even the situation. Our hero
(Mike) wasn't pleased with the choise, but beeing a girl seemed to him
later easy, probably too easy. He got intoxicated and ..... . You
should read his story by yourself.

Note to the author: Karen keep up with your stories. I muse that there
	a lot of people who would like to read more of your work. Don't hide
	it in your local net/bbs. Share your stories and ideas with all. If
	you didn't like to post by yourself we will surely find a way that to
	do it in an other way. Just drop a few lines.

  As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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won't have to worry about!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dance, with another boy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah," Dad said.  "Imagine!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aunt Barb just laughed at my predicament.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dad smiled at me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you dad!"

"I love you too Kris!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh no, why Aunt Barb?"

That's when she blew my cover!

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

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

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

Cindy squealed excitedly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"See you later!" He called after us.

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

I turned and smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

Cindy howled with laughter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you nuts!"

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

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

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

"Okay Kris, now raise your arm."

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

"Think you've got it Kris?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  The End


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