Allison; A Token Transsexual
It had all
started with the bathroom debate and assorted legislative bills. I am
sure most of it was strictly political, a way for a local
representative to gain some political clout at other people’s
expense. Just another way for a legislator to correct some imagined
injustice, although his correction often far worse than the original
problem. Everybody jumped on the bandwagon, they were all going to be
heroes, making things right. One of the state’s governor, who made
a big deal about the legislative bill they had passed and he signed
quickly got voted out of office at the next election. I am sure that
is not the political clout he was expecting from supporting the bill.
Anyway, a few of
the liberal states started talking about proposed legislation to
reverse all of the crap that had been passed. Then a few of the
federal officials decided to use existing legislation, looking at
older laws a little differently. It was decided that existing laws
were adequate, so they issued new guidelines for people to follow. A
new Attorney General recently appointed by the President elect
decided that this was his ticket to fame and fortune and started
aggressively prosecuting any violators of these new guidelines.
Well like
anything political, some new views of these guidelines caused some
interesting situations to pop up. In a school district a football
player was ejected from the team because he declared himself to be a
transsexual. That in of itself wasn’t the problem. The player in
question wanted off the team anyway because of his new chosen gender.
Well, somehow this got all twisted around and the feds issued a
warning to the school districts that all sports team from this day
forward would be required to have at least one transgender student on
the team. If that was not an option then an individual of the
opposite sex had to be allowed to play. That way it would make it
easier for other players of either sex to follow suit if they so
desired. It didn’t matter if the chosen player wanted to
participate or not.
Immediately a
thousand lawsuits were filed, against anybody that they could find to
sue, to stop this ridiculous ruling. The local courts were fed up
with all of these lawsuits, not just this particular batch but the
habit of people suing for the tiniest detail or infraction. They
ruled that the feds were within their rights to stop discrimination
this way, so the guidelines stand. All of the other lawsuits were
wholesale thrown out clearing the crowded dockets quite quickly.
Needless to say
the ruling was appealed to the Supreme Court, although no immediate
response could be expected. In past cases it was often a year or more
before they made a judgment. There was a lot of interest in the cases
before the Supreme Court, their decisions sure to affect high school,
collegiate sports and any other competitive sports for quite some
time.
Now, enter me
into this mess. I played for my high school team, a running back, due
to my small stature. I was not little, but by football standards
definitely not anything close to normal. I was fast however, thus
ensuring a place on the team. I had ignored all the hoopla over the
new guidelines being passed down from above, figuring they would just
allow a female to suit up and that would be it. At the worst, getting
someone to claim they were a transsexual to head off the feds, maybe
some gay guy that wouldn’t raise red flags. Well it didn’t quite
work out that way, they tried the latter even though I was not gay,
with little old me in the spotlight this time around.
We had just
finished practice and had taken showers when I was called into the
coach’s office. Not totally unheard of, although it happened to me
very rarely. I knocked and entered, to find myself surrounded by most
of the school’s coaching staff. I was still buttoning up my shirt
as I entered, I quickly finished and set down in the chair they were
pointing to. Then I noticed the Principal standing among the coaches.
She started the conversation for the group.
“Allan we have
a situation here and need your help. Due to some uncalled for remarks
from a member of our coaching staff there has been a sudden
inordinate interest in our football program here.” She was shooting
daggers at our coach and he was suddenly interested in what was on
the floor at the side of his desk. “We received a letter today,
notifying us of rules violations. If this is not handled quickly the
entire football season will be forfeited. In order to comply we need
a transgender student on the team and quickly. Each of the coaches
have talked with any possibilities and they all have turned us down.”
I had finally
figured it out, I was going to be the transgender student and I
wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. I stood up, getting ready to
leave the room, imagine the gall of these people to ask me to do
this. My P.E. coach Ms. Stone took my upper arm and excused us,
leading me out to the lounge just outside of the office. Most of the
guys had finished their showers, dressed, and left. She sat me down
on a bench, then parked herself right next to me.
We always got
along, she was probably the most liked coach of the coaching staff.
Her sports was ladies volleyball and tennis, but like all of the
other coaches she also had to teach several regular P.E. classes as
part of her job. She made P.E. interesting, each day something new, a
new sport, a new exercise regime, or just a game involving a lot of
physical activity. I liked her a lot, she transformed a normally crap
class, into something interesting and fun.
“Please listen
to me, this is more than forfeiting some games. The local authorities
are wanting to set an example, so with some nasty remarks made by
your football coach we have been put in the cross hairs. This will
include all of our sports programs here. Now I know what we have
asked is monumental, especially for a young man, but I would like you
to take a little time and think about it. You would be doing the
school a great service, maybe more than you realize. I have talked to
your mother, to inform her of our request, and what we have
guaranteed her so that you remain safe and not get bullied.”
“At first she
was dead set against it, called me several names we won’t mention
but she eventually calmed down some. She has pretty much left it up
to you, she does want to talk to you before your decide though. She
told me that she will take care of your father if this proceeds. Now
please think this over, I realize the severity of what we have asked,
but we are in a fix here, and apparently you are our last chance.”
“We did talk to
a lot of other students about this, the one or two who might be
interested would be a total waste on the team. It was pursued with
them even if they set on the bench all the time, but as more details
were given they both decided they wanted nothing to do with the idea.
We even tried to get a female to do it, stating that she is
transitioning to become a male, but when all of it was explained to
her she just laughed and walked away. We even tried to get her to
join the team as a female, but after what we had said earlier she
wanted nothing to do with anything we were asking.
Go on home, talk
with your mother, and father if needed. Take time to really think
this through, it does mean a lot to quite a few students. If you have
any other questions, here is my cell phone number, please call if
needed.
I got up and
proceeded to the door of the gym, meandering back to my locker, got
my books for my homework, I think, and walked home. I don’t
remember much, I waved to a couple of my friends, but I couldn’t
tell you which ones. Thirty minutes later. I opened our front door
and walked in dropping my books on the hall table like I usually do.
Mom came out of
the kitchen smiled at me and told me to follow her. She could tell
that I was troubled, confused and bewildered. We went out to our
gazebo, away from the house and phones to talk. I set down next to
her, took a deep breath and started crying. My only words were
repeated over and over in my mind. “Why me, damn why me.” Mom as
she usually does comforted me, holding me tight to her breast and
stroking my hair with her other hand.
I eventually
regained some control, apologizing for my emotional outbreak. “There
is nothing to apologize for. What happened today, while not normal,
impacted you hard, causing you to find some solace in something else.
I enjoyed holding you, something you have not let me do for many
years. Now let’s talk this through a little, Coach Stone has
supplied me with a few more facts and details that might make this
easier for you.” She waited for me to catch up and acknowledge her.
“Why me Mom, I
am a normal male, I have no desire to dress as a female, much less
play football with no telling what as a uniform. Surely they could
have found somebody else, anybody else to do this thing.” Mom
smiled, then asked me if I remembered Craig Highlander. I nodded my
head.
“Well, they had
asked Craig to do this yesterday, and his mom called me this morning
at work. I was laughing along with her as she told me what they had
asked him to do. Since he is not as demure as you, can you imagine
him in a dress or skirt? They had pulled out all the stops with him
as they did with you, trying to make him feel guilty if he didn’t
participate. In the end reason won, she let him put on one of her old
house dresses, and let him look in the mirror. That handled that and
he called the coach and refused to be involved. In fact he resigned
from the team, them asking him to be transgender to save their asses
changed his opinion of the school and the football program.”
“I had a
feeling that it was only a matter of time before they cornered you,
explained what they wanted and then applied a lot of pressure. When
Coach Stone called the first time we nearly had it out, she changed
her tactics and we talked for over an hour. This is, by the way,
before they even planned to talk to you. Then after they stated their
plan, she called back again and told me what she had asked you to do.
I told her we would talk at length about this, but that I wanted a
bunch of concessions if you agreed to participate.”
“Well, they are
in the quicksand and nearly to go under, so she agreed in behalf of
the school to all of my concessions, without any reservations. Now as
to what you would like to do. Keep in mind that you have them by the
balls, to quote a widely used analogy, now is a good time to gain
some things that might not have been available to you in the past.
Living as a transgender student is not going to be that hard, a few
things to get used to, but I have faith in my child to come through
this with ease.”
I inwardly
chuckled, as if you haven’t been able to ascertain Mom is a lawyer
and one of the best in the state. She does a lot of things but always
for her benefit. She works an odd schedule, so that she can be here
for me when I get home from school. If there is other work to be
done, she does it in her home office later at night after dinner and
a little time spent with me. We are close, much closer than any
Mother / Son relationship that I know of. I know that she loves me,
her number one obligation in life is to take care of me and lead me
through life.
Dad was alright,
but his work came first, always his primary concern. We talked often,
but it was more a thing he felt he needed to do, not something he
wanted to do. I was sure that most of our conversations were dictated
by Mom, maybe even what to say to me. I often had a hard time
believing some of the things my dad would tell me. Those thoughts
would never come from my Dad without some intervention or
manipulation. Mom was a master of persuasion, a few words and soon
all parties were thinking the same thing.
I relaxed a
little, this does make things different, but I am still scared
shitless. One minute at school in female garb and my future is
sealed, I will be lucky to make it home alive. Whatever they claim be
damned, bullying and physical violence are rampant in school, in my
school. I have been witness to many incidents, in most cases the
pupil is withdrawn to go to another school way away from here.
Several cases had to be hospitalized before somebody decided to
finally intervene.
“Can you keep a
secret, the penalty in not doing so is your life?” I looked at Mom,
wondering what she is talking about, nothing can be that important
that the penalty for divulging is death.
“Yeah, I can
keep a secret, at least I think I can.”
“Females are
weaker and in most cases smaller than males. Yet, we control most of
the finances in the world. We also can make most males do as we ask,
without any kind of physical force. Males usually have the muscles
and brawn, but females have the looks and brains.” My eyes shot up
on that remark. She giggled but continued.
“There is a
reason for that, most males are driven by lust, he sees a beautiful
woman and he does stupid things trying to get her to notice him. This
can be as simple as racing the engine in a car to attract attention
or even burning rubber to get the female to look his way. Playing
football, another example. He risks injury to make a score, to make a
tackle, or win a game to show his girl he is worthy and manly. His
hope is that if the girl falls for him he might get a kiss, or even
better something more desirable.”
“A female uses
her beauty and brains to attract attention, to get the male to do all
his tricks to please her. She gets meals, gets taken to dances, gets
pampered, maybe flowers and candy all to convince her that he is the
one, the one to marry and take care of him. The female though sees
underneath the exterior, is he caring, is he responsible, will he
provide for me, will he be a good father to my children? She might
have been attracted to him originally because of one of his tricks,
but he is evaluated as a mate on a totally different criteria.”
“Now you are in
a unique position for a young male, an offer that can be made a lot
of, plus a chance to play on the other team for a while. Think about
a few months from now, you having taken the opportunity offered to
you. You get to experience being pampered, being wined and dined,
taken to dances, by former friends now only interested in getting
into your panties. Yet you can still play some football if you want.
Believe me no one that gets a good look at the female you is going to
tackle something so pretty on a football field. I call that a license
to steal, whatever you want, you can get.”
“Now as to
after the masquerade, you will know what a female likes, how to treat
her to make her feel good about you, from personal experience. You
can talk with them about fashions, about makeup, about relationships,
all from personal experience, even about boys, the number one topic
of young females. That is a win-win situation for you.”
“I know this is
scary for you, but other than the first day when everybody gets a
look at you I am sure you will be treated with kid gloves. Even
though the boys know you were one, all they will see is a gorgeous
female, the taboo of talking to you or even dating you quickly
forgotten when they think of kissing you or holding you in their
arms. What do you have to lose, and then think of all you have to
gain? I took the liberty of taking one of your pictures and altering
it to show you what you might look like as a female. Like I said
nothing to lose.”
I stared at the
picture she handed me, I recognized the face a little, it is
obviously one of my pictures but the image other than a slight
resemblance to me is of one gorgeous female. I swallowed hard, way
too much to absorb, me Allan as a female and playing football to
boot. I just sat there, Mom leaving me to think about all that she
had told me.
I knew Mom often
got her way with Dad, even though he supposedly ruled with an iron
hand. Yeah sure, what he doesn’t know about won’t hurt him. I
also knew that she made most of the decisions around the house. Often
when I would ask Dad for something there was always a delay before he
responded back, while he got Mom’s approval. So the secret Mom let
me in on is probably all fact, very little if any stretching of the
truth. I also knew that she earned five times what Dad made, a fact
not told me directly, but I managed a peek at a bank deposit one
time, so I had little doubt about that truth. Mom’s skill and
knowledge easily helped her earn major dollars in her trade. From
more than one person I heard she was one of the most respected
attorneys in the state, they had even asked her to run for political
office once.
Mom just smiled
at me as my brain processed what she had told me, then I would look
at the picture again and sigh. I think at that point she knew I would
do it, my few remaining reservations being shoved to the back of the
bus. I stuttered out how, meaning how it would be accomplished, but
she knew what I meant.
“You will be
out of school for two days, while the necessary changes are made.
This is not a fantasy disguise, you will look 100 % female in all
regards. That is the essential part to insure your safety and health.
If you are a caricature, you will be picked on, if you look like a
cheerleader you will be respected and cared for, simple as that.”
“Your day
starts tomorrow at eight A.M. the transformation complete by evening.
Then back the next day for some training as a female, basic walking,
behavior and some voice training. Your debut will be Friday morning
at school, a full day of classes and then you get to play football
with the boys at the game that night. It is your homecoming and I
expect you might also get a chance to be an attendant or even the
Home Coming queen depending on what happens during the day at
school.”
The conversation
stopped there as it was getting near to dinner time, I went upstairs
to get cleaned up, and Mom finished fixing dinner. When I returned
downstairs I helped set the table and serve the food. Dad had gotten
home a few minutes earlier and we adjourned to the dining room to
eat.
Dinner was
deathly quiet, hardly anybody talked, the food was good, but I don’t
even remember what it was I managed to eat. I did help Mom clean up
afterwards to her surprise, then attempted to do my homework. I think
I completed the assigned tasks, but I am not sure. The thoughts of
being transgender stayed with me during this time, I still think
someone else could be found, but since I was smallish, and was
already on the team I was the leading contender, at least, one that
hadn’t turned them down yet.
I just shook my
head as Mom led me to my bedroom, helped me undress and then slipped
a nightie over my head. As it dropped down over my body I almost
fainted away, the feeling so delicious. I got a goodnight kiss on the
forehead as she tucked me in and left, turning out the light as she
closed the door. I have never let anybody undress me since I was ten,
so that was a complete surprise, even more so when she tucked me in
and kissed me goodnight. The world is going mad, and I am among the
most affected.
I laid there lost
in thought, where are the clothes coming from, what will I wear when
I play football, and what will my few friends say. I imagine I will
be ostracized at the very least, maybe not beat to death, but I doubt
I will have anybody to call a friend. Sleep finally took me from my
worries, but I tossed and turned, the nightie sliding over me waking
me up, till I could get it re-situated again. The sensations just too
delicious to ignore. This kept me awake most of the night until I
hugged myself tightly, keeping the nightie from sliding. Feeling the
nightie hugging my arms and chest, I finally drifted back to sleep to
stay that way until the alarm the next morning.
I got up and used
the bathroom, then returned to my bedroom. Mom is there waiting for
me. I saw the sweats laying on my bed, also some of my boy clothes on
the back of a chair on the other side of the room. Decision time, I
approached her, hugged her, and squeaked out a question. “Will me
doing this change anything between us, will Dad think less of me, his
son becoming a female?”
“Mom held my
face in her hands so that I had no chance to look other than in her
eyes. “Never will you be anything except my child, whether male or
female I will love you just as much no matter what happens. Now if
you get pregnant later before you get married I may be upset, but you
will still be my daughter.”
I looked at her,
“I do hope you are kidding me, surely you are kidding me, you have
to be kidding me.” Mom giggled then kissed my face, you have to
lighten up a little Allison, you might love to be a mother, getting a
chance to bond with your daughter like I now have with you. As for
dear old Dad, you have nothing to worry about, it won’t take you
twenty minutes to have him wrapped around your manicured nail. I
savored the name Mom had just called me, I presume that to be my new
name for this adventure. I did like it, it seemed to fit my
personality. So Allan disappears and Allison takes over.
“So are you
ready to get rid of the penis and get a pussy, or are you still
unsure?”
A look of shock
came across my face.
“They are going
to cut off my penis, all in the name of a high school sports
program.”
Mom giggled some
more, but ignored my question.
“Put on the
sweats and let’s go, I will explain the rest while we drive to the
salon.”
The drive took us
about thirty minutes, Mom telling me about the salon we are going to.
“They take males and make them into females, disguised enough that
anyone else could not pick the real males from the females. That
includes breasts and a vagina. They do not cut your penis off, just
secure it and add a vagina over the top of it. It will pass a
gynecological exam if needed.” I started to question why I had to
go so far.
Reading my mind,
“Number one reason is your safety, in gym or in the shower you will
appear like a natural female. Any dastardly deeds done to you
constitutes rape, a punishable offense. If you just dressed as a
female, it might be assault and battery if there was some witnesses,
otherwise just a fight among two males. Since you will look like a
female, most of the other females will support you, since females
tend to stick together. That will also carry over to the football
field, your male teammates protecting you, the gorgeous young girl,
from the other gender. If you just dressed as a female that might not
be the case, the boys allowing a tackle that might hurt you or
forgetting to make a block.”
“Relax about
the next two days, become my daughter and then let’s just take it
one day at a time after that exploring your feelings and thoughts,
okay.” I nodded and she made the right turn into their parking lot.
The salon is huge, almost as big as the super store in town. I
managed to get out of the car, but just stood there. Mom calling me
Allison finally breaking my chain of thoughts. I reluctantly looked
at her and she kissed me on the cheek. “Come on, let’s go you
female life awaits you.”
As we walked in
the door my eyes got larger, so much going on, and all a little bit
scary. They are going to do this to me, and I will never be the same.
Mom still holding my hand squeezed it, looked my way then told the
receptionist that Allison is her for her makeover. Before I had a
chance to bolt for the door, a young lady came to get me, leading me
away while I desperately tried to get back to Mom. My escort leaned
in closer, whispering to me that it will be alright, another hour or
two and I will be looking forward to the next treatment. I doubted
that, but her statement seemed to help some. Somebody holding my hand
helped more. Even if she is leading me down the road to femaleness
and apparent instant doom.
When we entered a
private room in the back I became apprehensive again, but Monica
calmed me down as she helped remove my clothes and got me up on the
table. I was lying there suddenly aware that I was bare assed naked
in front of this young lady. The blood started pumping into my upper
regions, leaving me quite red, not just in the face. She was very
professional, spreading a cream over my front. She missed nothing, I
was afraid that my organ might embarrass me more, but he too was
scared shitless, having his camouflage removed from around him.
Thirty minutes
later she wiped off the cream and any hair with it. I raised my head
to look at my lower body, junior had retreated even more, just my
actual penis showing. Somehow my balls had retreated into my body
leaving nothing but an empty sac there. Monica folded a section of
the table down leaving only my butt sitting on something. I had
raised my legs and was holding them over me as she pulled out arms
from the table and set a foot in each.
She strapped them
in then moved up between my legs to work on my groin, I caught a
glimpse of something resembling a female’s pussy being laid next to
my groin. I have never seen one in person, a picture in a biology
textbook the only glimpse I have had of one. Now, I will apparently
be able to look at mine daily, not a comforting thought. A mist of
spray settled over the region and then I could not feel anything,
numbness spreading over my groin. Raising my head a couple of times,
I saw her moving junior around, then a faint feeling of something
cold, then nothing.
The next time I
raised my head the substitute pussy was not laying where I could see
it, most likely already installed, my head flopped back hard, I was
no longer a male. Some wetness in my eye suddenly appeared, a drop of
which slid down my cheek. Why me, someone up above must hate me, I
had a good life and now nothing is certain anymore. Everybody wants
me as a female now, forgetting that my first eighteen years on this
planet was as a male.
As she put the
table back together again, I relaxed some, lying flat on my back
staring at the ceiling. I wanted to take another look at my vagina,
but seeing it would just confirm what I had become, a female, at
least, in looks. She had me turn over, the lack of anything between
my legs a weird sensation. Lying flat on my stomach, she coated my
back side with the cream, then later wiped it off. The air
conditioner had come on, the cool air blowing over my new hairless
skin, made goose pimples pop up everywhere.
Laying on the
table again staring at the ceiling, she moved to my chest area. For
most guys a female means breasts, some large, some small, but all a
delight to think about and play with when they could talk the girl
into it. I would soon be one of those females, lusted after by males,
not a pleasant thought. Monica tried to get me talking, she could see
that the changes were bothering me a lot.
“Look Allison,
you are embarking on quite an adventure, while you may not think so
at the moment it is fun being female, to be sought after is a nice
feeling. Relax some, then when you come back in for your weekly salon
appointments we can talk about what you got to experience. Maybe you
have suffered some as a male, trying to talk to a female only to have
them ignore you. Maybe the pretty girl you wanted to be with, kept
evading you like you never existed or when you finally got a chance
to talk to her you were tongue tied, her giggling at your actions and
embarrassment.”
“Now you will
be on the receiving end, able to make a boy miserable just by looking
the other way, or ignoring him when he says something to you. But
when one of them kisses you and you melt from the inside out, you
will be on cloud nine. You did say you wanted the Dolly Parton look,
right.”
I immediately
turned towards her, to see if she is kidding me, Monica giggling
away, finally able to get my attention, my undivided attention. I
watched her closely, as she set up a machine over my chest area. A
semi hard breast like shape was placed over each nipple. It resembled
a fairly well-endowed breast in size and had its own nipple
protruding from the tip of it. These were secured to my chest with an
adhesive. After the adhesive set up she tugged on the nipple of the
form to make sure they were firmly attached. Next she injected a
large syringe of fatty tissue in to each breast like shape. Finally a
hose was hooked up to each of the breasts from the machine and it was
turned on. A slow vibrating suction started pulling on the tissue
inside this breast like shape.
I quickly looked
at Monica, my face frozen in fear. She giggled, “These are in the
right proportion to your body, we will save the Parton boobs for
later in your life when you are ready to strut your stuff. It takes
about four to seven hours for the machine to coax your reluctant
breasts out into full view, the time determined by the size of your
new titties. This is a new procedure we have here at Turnabout Gurl
Salon. The cups stay on and in two to three days they dissolve away
leaving two beautiful breasts in their place.”
As my breasts
were being sucked from my body Monica told me she was going to make
me pretty and beautiful. Her idea of being beautiful started with my
nails. She filed and shaped them, then added extensions to make my
fingers look longer and delicate. My toenails were handled in the
same way sans the extensions. Every once in a while I would lift my
arm so that I could see better what she had done. My arms had always
been a little heavy looking, but now without the hair and with the
gorgeous extensions on my fingers they looked slender and pretty.
There was
definitely no muscle mass there, I was fast but never did any
exercises of any kind other than P.E. class. A lot of the guys worked
out, they were typical jocks, wanting the larger chest, and arm
muscles. I could see that the changes will affect me quite a bit,
since there is hardly any masculine body to cover up in the first
place.
Polish is next, a
base coat to insure that the darker polish would not bleed through to
my own nail, then three coats of a dark red polish. Its name is a
Night at the Opera, a fitting name for such a deep rich polish. Each
coat received a stint underneath the UV light to set the polish, I
was later to learn that it would now be a very time consuming effort
to remove it. Then a shiny topcoat to finish off the manicure. When I
held my hands up towards the light ten sparkling reddish stars
twinkled back. Then twenty minutes later my toes sported the same
polish and sparkling reflection.
I did from time
to time shyly look at the filling cups on my chest, I was fascinated,
but secretly hoping that they would not fill in all the way, that
size breasts would be quite noticeable, not able to be hid very
easily. Unless the pants were skin tight my lack of anything
masculine might not be to apparent, nothing there now to protrude to
say that I am a male. With breasts now it wouldn’t make any
difference anyhow, all anybody will see when looking at me convincing
them of my female gender.
With my nails
done, and the machine still making mountains out of mole hills,
Monica turned her attention to my eyebrows. Although it initially
hurt quite a bit, as she continued her assault on my brows, I didn’t
notice the pain as bad. When she finished she handed me a mirror, my
brows were now gone, she had removed almost every last hair. What
little she did leave, I was told is necessary so that I can pencil in
the appropriate brow when I do my makeup. She pointed out the high
arch, not as much in style now, but perfect for my face regardless of
current styles.
Next my ears
became her target, using a felt tip pen she marked the location of my
new earrings, then with a laser gun made four perfect holes in my
ears, one set lower down for drop earrings or hoops and the other set
a bit higher for studs. From a huge tray of earrings she picked two
appropriate pair and put them in. I immediately felt the one pair
swing back and forth brushing along my neck.
I was lost in my
thoughts when I heard the machine that was making breasts appear on
my chest turn off. She unhooked the hoses, then helped me to set up.
The forms still there, just as Monica said they would but now no
longer empty. Filled to capacity, all of this tissue drawn from my
body. Somehow I doubted that it could be easily reversed.
After that I was
led to a stylists chair, the chair leaned back and my hair washed and
conditioned. Back in an upright position my shoulder length hair is
cut to, I am sure, a very feminine style. My chair has been turned
away from the mirror, no chance to see how much of a girl I am going
to be.
My mind kept
going back to my breasts. I briefly looked down at them, then quickly
looked up at the ceiling, I really had breasts and sizable to boot.
This changes everything, my one last hope that my transformation
would at least leave me in the tomboy category now up in smoke. These
breasts of mine proudly protruding from my former masculine chest
were not lost on me. They were occupying my every thought.
Monica left me
for a while, just me and my breasts, and my empty groin. Then a funny
thought ran through my mind. In football, a guy is always worried
about getting hit in the balls, a most painful way to spend part of
the game. Since mine is tucked away, I wonder if that leaves me
exempt from that type of injury, wouldn’t that be a hoot. Then I
realized I would now be subject to be hit in the breasts, I am sure
an equally painful situation.
Monica returned
with her arms full of clothes, not anything like I wore into the
salon. I took a deep breath, now the moment of unveiling, a teenage
girly gurl in my future, and a step forward to my new life. Of
course, there is a dress, but first the underwear. Bikini panties,
light blue in color, but fitting me like a second skin, was slid up
my legs. The tingling of the soft material as it caressed my legs
unreal, the material satin I am sure. The snug fit between my legs
the most obvious change. Now smooth with a slight impression of a
slit visible. Then the bra, again in light blue, I presume a
concession to my underlying masculinity. It did feel better, now that
my breasts are supported some, the firm cups of the bra supporting my
new tissue. The fact that I would be wearing one now all the time not
so thrilling.
It took me
several minutes to get used to the feeling of a bra around my chest.
As I breathed my breasts raised and fell with each intake of air. A
normal automatic action, now taking on a more exotic flavor. I
watched my breasts move and was mesmerized by their movement. I
looked up to see my image in the mirror, a female admiring her figure
the image reflecting back.
A light blue
slip, ending around mid-thigh, then the dress, a deep blue sweater
dress that fit properly without hugging each of my new curves. It had
a rounded collar, showing the top of my cleavage, and the curves of
my non Dolly Parton breasts. Looking down at the dress, I can’t
imagine breasts larger than what I now possessed, and being able to
function.
I wondered how I
would be able to run with them, my now smooth groin already affecting
how I walk. Translation nothing to get in the way anymore down below.
I am sure the two orbs up top will more than compensate for the sleek
contours below the belt that I now possessed. I definitely am aware
of having breasts now, every little movement of my body reflected in
their actions. They seem to never quit moving or jiggling. This will
take some time to get used to their activity, not something I had
ever experienced before in any form.
No makeup today,
just a regular teeny bopper off from school for a day. Of course, who
should walk in but my Mother, one look and she is all over me. I got
hugged, then hugged again, all the time she is trying to take in my
new look and beauty. Push me back to get a better look, then in a
vicious hug, apparently I successfully passed her own vision of a
daughter. I wonder if Mom would have preferred a daughter, never
stated, but the look in her eyes today sure points to it.
I guess the
services have been already paid for, since I am whisked out the door
and into her BMW. Yeah, any self-respecting lawyer has to have a
Beemer. Getting into the car, is a new experience, but I did remember
how Mom has always done it, so it only caused a slight delay. Then
off we went, since this is not the way to our home, I asked where we
were headed. Her short reply. School.
“No Mom, we
can’t go there, they will see me this way and I will be dead meat.
You can’t do this to your own flesh and blood, there is some kind
of law that states that.” Oh shit, was my last words as she pulled
into the guest parking lot and unlocked the car doors. She got out,
then came over to the passenger side. I had opened the door, not
because I wanted to get out, but to plead with my Mother for some
sympathy. Instead she pulled me from the seat, made me adjust my
dress and we headed to the school’s offices.
We passed several
of the students that I knew as we walked along the hall, but I got no
verbal response. I know I felt like every eye was on me, especially
my breasts. I felt self-conscious, my two orbs were bouncing a little
as I walked. If I tried to hold them still, I am sure that I would
attract even more attention. We entered the office and was shown in
right away. That in itself was a miracle, nobody ever got into the
principal’s office that fast, absolutely nobody. We set down in
chairs in front of her desk, she carefully taking in my appearance.
She picked up the phone, called an extension and asked the person who
answered to come to her office right away.
Less than five
minutes later Coach Stone entered the office. She took one look at
me, than yanked me from my chair, smothering me with a bear hug. I
guess me doing this impressed her more than I thought. She made
excuses and dragged me to her office in the gym. As we walked along I
noticed all the stares, but no one did anything other than look in my
direction. When we reached her office, I was escorted in, then she
locked the door. Hanging on the wall was apparently my new uniform,
complete with pads and cleats.
She wanted me to
try it on, including the pads, then do a couple of laps to make sure
it would not hinder my performance. I was blushing red, as I started
to get undressed, but she took my hand in hers and squeezed lightly.
“We are both females here, you have nothing to be ashamed about.
You are absolutely gorgeous, and your actions and movements are
feminine. Now let’s see what the new Tiger running back looks like
suited up.”
I hung my dress
on a hanger that coach provided, then slid on a sports bra that she
furnished. It fit very securely, stopping most movements from my new
erstwhile orbs. Then the padding, hip pads first, but with an
overlapping pad that nearly covered my groin from each side. The
shoulder pads seemed lighter than my old ones, but there was a lot
more padding mostly around my chest. She had me move around a little
to see if I still had a free range of movement.
Then the pants,
in our school colors, but made out of Lycra, extremely form fitting.
What made them stand out is the bright pink stripe running up and
down the legs, I could not be missed in this outfit. The shirt is
also form fitting, with a big circle on the back with my number in
the center in pink. The pink accents blended somewhat with the
school colors of burgundy and gold.
When I looked in
the mirror, I noticed my reflection and broke out laughing. There in
the mirror is Dolly wearing a football uniform. She handed me my
helmet, recently modified with a pink stripe and led me outside to
the track.
I did a few
jumping jacks, my main concern is my bouncing breasts, they bounced a
little, but I thought I could live with it. I took off for the track,
a slow trot until I could get the feeling for the new figure. Once
around the oval, then I turned it on, running as fast as I could for
thirty or forty feet. When I returned to the side of the gym, Coach
Stone is smiling. Back in her office, I started taking off the gear,
then dressed myself in the dress that I wore here earlier.
She invited me to
sit in a chair in front of her desk, wanting me to know about a few
changes made today. “The old football coach is gone, he resigned
since his big mouth ruined it for the school. The fact that he was
solely responsible for the problem was too much for him. I am taking
over the remaining few games, then if there is a next year, we will
see then. It has been communicated to your Mother that the school
district requires a note from a doctor regarding your Trans status,
she said it would be handled. So how did the new uniform feel, will
it be alright for you?”
“Yes, the
uniform is perfect, although the pink accents are maybe a little
overdone. I doubt any player will not be able to tell that I am a
female in looks with these babies on my chest.”
She offered to go
with me back to the principal’s office, but I declined. Sooner or
later I will be on my own, better get my feet wet now. I made it
about ten feet from her office when I was surrounded by the
cheerleaders. I got hugged and kissed on the cheek, but none of them
let go of my arms and hands. Tiffany, the head cheerleader thanked me
for being me, and suggested that I might need an evening gown for the
homecoming dance. I stared at her, why would I need a gown for the
dance. Well, let’s just say that somebody nominated you for
homecoming queen, I am pretty sure you will be elected by unanimous
vote, so the queen needs a gown for the dance.
“I can’t
allow that, I am not even a female”
She holds my face
and looks directly into my eyes. “You are gorgeous, every boys wet
dream, and with what you have done for the school, there is not a
student here, that thinks that you don’t deserve this and more,
especially me. Once football season is over I would like you to
become a regular cheerleader with us for the basketball and baseball
season. Now that is settled, we can’t wait to see you Friday when
you come back to school.”
The rest of the
walk is in a daze, they think I am gorgeous, then about being a
cheerleader, and nominated for homecoming queen, the whole world has
gone mad, stark raving mad. By the time I got to the principal’s
office there was a spring in my step, not sure what to think, maybe
Mom is right about a lot of this. No can’t go there, or admit to it
even if tortured, a Mom to a teenager is never right. An unwritten
law that defies verification.
I get a hug from
Mom, as she asked if everything worked out with the coach. I nodded
my head and we said out goodbyes and left. As we got to the car, Mom
asked me what I was going to wear to the homecoming dance. I knew
better than to answer, she had something in mind and that is what I
would be wearing no matter what I said or did.
We drove to a
shopping center, then down to the end when we came to Francine’s
boutique. It was an upscale ladies fashion shop specializing in
fashions for teens to women. Most of the girls at school shopped
there, at least the ones that wanted to look special. Mom dragged me
right in and back to the curtained area. Through that and to one of
the offices along the back wall. As we entered she introduced me to
Pamela, a longtime friend, and then we looked at the dresses that had
been picked for me to try on.
As each one is
held up against me, I wondered if many football players were
experiencing the same thing happening to me. It is so weird, a normal
young man playing football, now all of a sudden immersed in the
female world trying on dresses for a homecoming dance. Only in
America, could this happen and be thought of as normal behavior.
When Mom told
Pamela I needed something extra special since I would most likely be
elected Homecoming Queen, I turned to stare at her, how did she find
out. She returned the stare, but the two went to another dress rack
and pulled an even more elaborate fancy dress out. It had lots of
lace, a pale light green color and no shoulder straps, I would be
bare shoulders in this dress. I just couldn’t see me wearing this,
I realize I had boobs now, but for them to be just resting in the
cups of this dress and nothing else to hold them in was just too
ridiculous.
I am sure you can
guess which dress Mom bought. Yes, you are right, fourteen hundred
dollars’ worth of dress. It was pinned and tucked, alterations to
be made and I could pick it up tomorrow morning, well Mom could. I
wondered how I would be able to play football, get cleaned up,
dressed, makeup and be at the dance before it ended. Then I thought
how the Homecoming Queen is always introduced at the halftime of the
game. Another impossible situation, if I am indeed elected Queen. I
sincerely hoped that I would be ignored, that honor I will gladly
pass on.
We left the
clothing store, hopefully towards home, but forget that. Mom drove us
to a large clinic where quite a few doctors had offices. Then I
guessed I was to see a shrink, and get my transgender letter. I
wondered how that would work, I wasn’t transgender, never had been,
so do I lie, or what. Mom escorted me to an office on the third
floor. We entered and I had a seat while Mom talked to the
receptionist. She returned to talk to me, telling me to just answer
the doctor’s questions honestly. Don’t lie or make up a story,
just the truth.
I was called back
quickly, I didn’t even have a chance to read any of their
magazines. The doctor turned out to be a lady, a very attractive one,
who easily made me comfortable and willing to answer her questions. I
really didn’t keep track of her line of questioning, the questions
seemed simple, my answers usually brief. Before I realized it two
hours had passed and she was still asking questions. Towards the end,
I began to remember some of the questions, and my answers surprised
even me.
According to Dr.
Whitcomb, I had a feminine side, just too scared to show it in
public. She pointed to several of her questions and my experience at
the salon today. Most males would have run screaming at even a hint
of these things, yet you sat there taking it all in, but was calm and
interested in what was going on. I asked you about whether you saw
yourself as a female, you tried to fight the truth, but after a few
minutes you acknowledged the desire to learn more and maybe dress as
one. A logical, level headed statement from an individual that is
centered and goal driven.
She handed me the
letter, and wanted to see me every few weeks to make sure I was
handling things properly. I asked if she wanted to see my mother,
“No, I have talked to your Mother about this for quite some time,
we are on the same thought process, and want you to find some
happiness in your life.”
“You have
talked to my mother about this before today.”
“Yes, we
started meeting about your welfare almost three years ago. I know of
your history, your schooling and even have managed to slip a few
psychological tests in to your normal achievement testing so that we
can see what your thought processes are and have been.”
“Now run along,
tell your Mother hi and I will see you in two weeks.” I walked out
to the waiting room, looking for my mother. When I walked up to her,
I told her we had to go.
I was so angry at
her, three years and I am just finding out about this. “When we get
home you and I are going to have a talk, and I want the truth from
you, not the crap you have been telling me for the last three years.”
She broke out
giggling, then that morphed into laughter.“You sound just like me,
even the words are the same. Misty, I have got to go, as you can see
I am in trouble here, I will call you later for the next appointment
times.” Misty is apparently the receptionist and Mom knows her
quite well since she used her first name.
The trip home is
in silence, I really wasn’t mad at her, how can anybody be mad at
someone for caring about you. Of course, still being a teenager I had
to keep up appearances, never giving in to a parental unit for any
reason, one of the cardinal rules. We entered the house, she went to
the kitchen, and I went to my room for a while. I guess there is
more to this than just taking advantage of a situation. My love for
my Mom knew no limits, she has been my buddy, my friend, my
confidant, and my guide through life so far.
After thirty
minutes I wandered back to the kitchen, she had dinner almost done,
so I set the table and got us something to drink. I got a smile from
her. “You forgive your Mom for loving you and caring about your
well being?”
In a whisper
barely able to be heard, I said “Yeah, I forgive you but I want a
full account of all that has been said in triplicate, with the
necessary signatures. Maybe even a notary stamp, if it has been over
a year or two. If you have tapes of the conversations I may have to
ask the court to make those available for my inspection.” That was
the extent of my legal jargon, so I quit and broke out in giggles.
We laughed for
quite some time, I could see the look in Mom’s eye, the same look
she gets when she talks about me becoming a lawyer like her. I nixed
that right away, “A Mom like you, maybe a model, maybe a teacher,
but never a lawyer.” It was my standard reply to her standard
question, neither of us changing our wordage. I did get her I love
you look, however.
Dinner was
unusual to say the least, when Dad arrived I got a mouth open stare
that lasted for quite some time. Mom introduced me to him, as his
daughter Allison. He was still staring at me, his mind trying to
decide what to do. I made the first move going up to him and giving
him a hug.
“Daddy, don’t
you like your daughter, I know Allison loves her daddy.” Well that
was apparently what he needed to hear as he hugged me tight, kissing
my forehead many times. Over dinner it was all explained to him, he
chuckled several times since he knew the former football coach pretty
well. Later in the evening he told Mom he would help paint my room a
more feminine color, maybe a canopy bed might be more appropriate
now.
Mom confided in
me that I had handled Dad well, I was now his daughter in his mind,
never to be a son again. We both know this is how it will turn out so
be thankful. I asked her about this homecoming queen business,
telling her that I saw many problems since I was also playing
football. Unbeknownst to me, she had talked to my coach and they had
worked out me leaving the game before half time about fifteen minutes
early. The cheerleaders would help me change, apply some makeup, and
help me into the car for the ride around the field. My hair would be
in a ponytail for that part of the queen’s duties. After the game,
the homecoming dance had been set to start later to allow for the
queen’s activities. I was still unsure I would be selected to be
the Homecoming Queen, though if Tiffany is right it seems to be a
sure thing.
“Wow, you start
wearing dresses and everything changes.” She told me that a shower
after the game would freshen me up, but at halftime I just needed to
use a little more perfume. I giggled picturing me at the line of
scrimmage smelling like flowers. I guess I could ask my defender if
he liked my perfume, before I raced off to get the ball. Then I
thought of playing the second half wearing mascara and lipstick, if
one of my teammates made a good block I could kiss him as a reward.
Well, I don’t think I need to go there yet, playing football one
minute, wearing heels and an evening gown the next just might be
enough spice for one night. I will leave the kissing for another
time.
I ran through a
lot of different scenarios that evening before I made my way to bed.
I am sure my imagination got carried away. Some of the things I came
up with were pretty ridiculous. Mom poked me in the side after
yanking off my covers the next morning. She seemed happy, maybe
because she has a daughter for a while. Dressed in the same clothes
as yesterday, some fruit and a granola bar, and I was being led out
to her car. A short drive and I was deposited back at the salon.
Monica was ready
for me, some womanly hips first on the agenda for today. Naked and up
on the table again on my stomach. Same rigid thingies as yesterday,
but fitting over my hips on the side and behind me over each separate
half of my butt. The fat was added, more than yesterday, after the
shapes were glued on. The machine returned for an encore performance.
Soon, well five hours later, I possessed a cute butt, Monica’s
words not mine. After filling the forms the hoses were removed and I
ran my hands over my new cute ass.
The rigid forms
had a little give in them, but kept their shape. The amazing thing
was how they felt, just like real skin. I had yet to feel my breasts,
still a little scared of having them in the first place. When I
touched the form of my breast, the tissue felt soft and pliable not
rigid like yesterday. It also jiggled more, now the need for the bra
even more apparent.
Makeup next,
definitely another world entirely. She showed me on her face what I
was to do, then had me do mine to match. I used several makeup wipes
to remove the mess that I made before I started to get the makeup
right. Then clean everything off and do it all over again. For a
break from that she had me in some five inch heels walking around the
salon. The first few trips were comical, her suggestions helped, and
soon I was strutting my stuff with confidence. From the first time
the heel was placed on my foot I knew that more than an hour or two
in them would result in very tender and sore feet. They were
comfortable but the arch of my foot was high, causing an ache in the
calves of my legs.
More than a few
times she had me back at the makeup thing, cleaning it all off and
reapplying it. I even got lessons in applying false eyelashes. I will
have to admit that my looks after makeup were 100% female, not a sign
of Allen anywhere to be seen, not that my figure with hips and
breasts didn’t scream female already.
She gave me a few
hints about my voice, with an hour of practice I was definitely
female with regards to vocal ability. In fact, after that hour I had
a hard time dropping my voice back into a masculine register. The
image in the mirror convinced me not to try and drop the voice back
into the masculine range, the feminine image requiring something more
appropriate.
Next is some
deportment lessons, how to sit, what to do about my hands, even a few
basic dance lessons were thrown in. I could dance before, but
following instead of leading were the focus of these lessons. Mom
showed up, her megawatt smile fully deployed. She came in from a
different door to the salon and after hugging me we went back through
that door. Imagine my surprise when we walked into a woman’s dress
shop, Francine’s dress shop to be specific.
Apparently
Turnabout Gurl has a clothing store attached to most of their salons,
my Mother shopping for her daughter all afternoon. She showed me a
few things she had bought, then we went out to her car. Lucky for me
that I was small for my age or I would have never fit in the car.
Boxes and bags all over the back seat and even a couple in the middle
of the front seat. I was told the trunk was packed also.
“Isn’t this a
little much for a short time impersonation? I mean when football
season is over will I need all these clothes?”
“We will cover
that when we get there, but I doubt you will return to the masculine
role. Don’t get your panties in a wad about this, just take one day
at a time and let’s see where all of this leads you.” I laughed
at the panties remark, but then thought of how good the ones I have
on felt. I also doubt that the breasts that were sucked from my body
will suddenly just vanish back into it. Add in the hips and Allen
will be very difficult to reproduce.
The next morning
it was time for the real world, I dressed like a typical teenage
girl, some capris, a cami and a pull over top to make me legal for
school. Mom wanted me to wear a dress, but I nixed that, the day
might be more trying than I anticipated so minimal is better. She
dropped me off at school, a big change from when I was Allen. Allan
used to ride the school bus, he had his driver’s license, but it
had been jointly decided to wait on getting him a car until he went
to college.
As I entered the
school I was warmly welcomed by almost everybody. It did puzzle me
some, to be acknowledged as a female so easily. All through the halls
they were signs asking for the students to vote for me as Homecoming
Queen. When I got to my locker, there were cards all over the front
of the locker. I opened a few of them, all thanking me for what I did
for the school. The cheerleaders showed up, surrounding me and then
helping get the cards unstuck and in my locker. They walked me to
class, then giving hugs and kisses before they went to their own
class.
Each teacher that
day had me stand, asking the class to show their appreciation for the
sacrifice I had made for the school. The applause was genuine and
loud. At lunch the cheerleaders had intercepted me and led me to
their table. They had gotten me a plate, with all of my favorites on
it. They wanted to know how I felt, if I thought I could still play
football, and most importantly if I had gotten a gown to wear
tonight.
The conversation
was interrupted when the PA system announced the winners of the
Homecoming Queen and King voting. Allan, now Allison, was
flabbergasted when she was announced the winner with ninety five
percent of the vote. A fellow football player, the quarterback Chad,
was elected Homecoming King. I winced a little, quickly thinking of
some of the things that the king and queen did during the
festivities, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I knew Chad was
open minded, but treating his former male running back as a female
was not part of the deal.
Two more classes
that afternoon, then a study hall, followed by a meeting of the
football team, and then the big game. Nothing much happened during
the rest of the day, although I was asked for a date several times. I
tried to talk then out of it, but my repeated statements that I was
male fell on deaf ears. I was telling them one thing, but their eyes
were telling them something far different.
The football
meeting was just some strategy for the game, Coach Stone wanting us
to not get cocky about the game. Play your regular game, minimize the
mistakes and may the best team win. Our former illustrious leader
would make great plans, changing everything we did at the last moment
to try and catch the opposition unaware of what we were doing.
Sometimes it worked, most of the time it flopped.
I did connect
with Chad, apologizing in advance for the situation we were thrust
into. He smiled, “Allison I don’t have a problem with you as the
Homecoming Queen. You have saved all our butts, besides I think I
want that kiss with a terrific looking young woman. It doesn’t
bother me in the least, maybe we will both find out that we like it.”
Coach did have
one strategy that she made me aware of before we took to the field.
She wanted me to apply a full makeup, focusing on the eyes and lips.
Then as we lined up for a play she wanted me to flirt with the
opposing player. If nothing else make kissee faces at them before the
ball was snapped. We had talked before about the opposing team
zeroing in on me during the playoff game, my speed now quite well
known through the league. If I could distract several of the
defenders, we might get a chance with our other receivers.
Out to the field,
me thinking about all of this. If I did get some college interested
in me, I wonder if it would be my football skills or my flirting
skills that will get the most notice. Then again I could always go
into cosmetology, my makeup prowess could be my big break. I had
spent twenty minutes on my makeup, even applied some false eyelashes
that I had originally intended for the Queen’s festivities. In the
first huddle as we had received the kick and managed to return it to
mid-field, Chad took one look at me and started laughing. All the
rest in the huddle looked my way and soon we were all laughing out
loud.
I did have to
make a concession to my new femininity, with my new nails it was a
must to wear gloves, and of course Mom found the girlish, laciest
pair that fitted very tight to the hand. All the better to keep me
from breaking a nail, more importantly to allow me to catch the ball
without much interference.
The first play he
called was a pass to me about twenty yards out. We broke the huddle
and lined up at the ball. My defender took one look and stood up
shaking his head. I blew him a kiss as Chad took the ball, I managed
to get a five yard lead on my defender and easily caught the pass for
a touchdown. The kiss was not blatant, just me puckering up and
making a kissee noise. Our opposition had a conference on the
sideline with their coach talking to one of the referees. The other
referee jogged over to me and took a look at my face. Before I could
say anything he returned to the conference and shortly thereafter it
broke up.
Coach Stone and I
smiled at each other, they had apparently complained because I was
wearing makeup and had been shot down. That is what females do, wear
makeup. We kicked off and they managed to run it back to our forty
yard line. They were a good team, quite talented and proficient in
their play. I played defense this time around, the player I was
defending against almost missed the hike, slow to start running his
pattern and seems to be still looking my way every chance he got.
Their quarterback threw the ball to him and I was able to intercept
it easily grabbing the pass and taking off for our end zone. As I ran
the distance I felt my butt swaying wildly, I am sure it was noticed
by more than a few of our opponents.
The rest of the
game is just a repeat of what had transpired already. I am sure their
coach laid into them at half-time, but the makeup still managed to
distract them. At the scrimmage line and even while running patterns,
I had several pairs of eyes on me, and not watching what they were
supposed to. I made another interception and two more touchdowns that
game. When they put two defenders on me it allowed one of our other
players to be free, let’s just say it was a rout and leave it at
that.
Half time was a
hoot for me, the game was going well, and I hardly broke a sweat
during the first half. When I was taken out early, the cheerleaders
helped me to get into the dress, and changed my hairstyle to go with
the gown. I rode in the convertible around the field to loud cheers,
then lined up with my escort for the crowning. Chad had hold of my
hand, squeezing it often, in fact, he had lifted me out of the
convertible and set me on the ground next to him. After we received
our crowns, the kiss was next. I decided to make it a short peck on
the lips to keep from embarrassing him, the fact that he was kissing
a boy probably not to his liking.
He definitely had
other ideas, the kiss was intense and lasted for quite some time to a
thunderous applause from the stands. I was wobbly after that kiss and
he held me to steady me. The cheerleaders came to my rescue and I was
led off the field to get changed back into my uniform. I regretted
getting out of the dress, a drastic change had come over me, and I
was embracing the female lifestyle now looking forward to when I
could slip back into the dress and maybe dance a little. I made sure
my makeup was up to the task and returned to the field.
Suddenly,
football had lost a little of its attraction, my thoughts on the
dress, my heels and maybe another kiss from Chad. As stated earlier
our opponents had difficulty keeping their mind on the game, trying
to keep their eyes on me instead. I sat out part of the fourth
quarter, Coach Stone trying to keep the game within limits and not
humiliate the other team.
As I sat on the
sidelines my mind was not on the game but on me as a female. Nothing
felt fake, my body looked female, as it should be, since my mind had
decided that is now my proper gender. I liked the attention I
received from the other boys, Chad was a hunk, but although the kiss
was fantastic I was sure there would be someone else more to my
liking. Surprisingly another female never entered the picture, my
desires seemed to be centered on the masculine side at the time.
Since I had set
out part of the fourth quarter I was able to get back to the gym,
with help from a couple of the cheerleaders, managed to remove my
football uniform and slip into a shower. All of this was done in the
girl’s gym. It was a quickie, just my body since I didn’t have
the time to dry and curl my hair. Coach Stone even came to help me
into the dress with Tiffany helping freshen up my makeup. I felt so
good, the female in me quite happy to be in the dress, my hair curled
and with appropriate makeup. I was caught looking in the mirror
looking at my reflection, a tear trying to escape from my eye.
Tiffany just smiled, I can see that you are really a girl at heart,
just enjoy the evening, the rest will straighten itself out. She
handed me a Kleenex to stop the tear from ruining my mascara, and led
me to the auditorium.
I swayed my hips,
enjoying the way the dress swished around my legs, as I followed her
to the dance. I could feel every movement of my breasts against the
cups of the dress, a most delightful feeling. As we entered the
auditorium, I was cheered receiving lots of hugs from the girls. Chad
the Homecoming King came to take my hand and led me to the stage to
be formally introduced. The principal made the introductions, as I
blushed all over as the rest of the students cheered and called my
name.
As the music
started, I was asked to dance, Chad getting first crack at me. I
could see the line forming to the side for the rest of the dances, it
looks like I will be doing nothing but dancing, for the whole
evening. Some of my partners were very nimble on their feet, most
were not. I was held tenderly by everyone, as if I was made out of
porcelain and would break. The dances I had attended earlier in
school had a mixture of fast and slow dances, but tonight every dance
was slow and romantic. I later found out that the males had paid the
band to play nothing but slow and romantic.
I did lay my head
on most of their shoulders, it just felt right somehow. I did keep my
distance body wise though, not wanting to find out how much I had
inspired my dancing partners. I gave each a hug when the dance was
over and a brief cheek kiss before I was swept up in the next dance
by another partner. I set out one song to use the ladies room, and
get something to drink.
When I returned
the line was still there maybe even longer. I did notice out of the
corner of my eye when Coach Stone stopped several trying to get to
dance with me twice. I quick look at my dainty watch told me that the
dance should have been over several hours ago, a look at the line
showed only two more males to dance with. I danced the last two
dances then looked up when Tiffany approached and took my hands
leading me to the dance floor again.
The band played
Time of My Life and Tiffany led off taking me places I have never
been before. She held me close and we moved as one around the dance
floor. I am sure it was not even close to the movie, but it felt so
wonderful. The entire room was deathly quiet except for the music,
but every set of eyes was focused on us. I only looked into Tiffany’s
face and eyes, as we danced around the floor, but I could feel
everyone else’s attention on us and only us. There were no other
dancers, the spotlight following us as she led me through the dance.
When the music
stopped I was embraced by her, the sensuous kiss seemed to bore into
me. I leaned back into her arms and let the sensations take me away.
Then to my surprise the band started playing Hungry Eyes, from that
moment on I remembered nothing other than the sheer bliss of being in
my true loves arms being caressed and loved. The kiss at the end of
this dance was all I needed. I had found my true love and she shared
my love. As we left the dance floor we received hugs, and kisses from
the girls but Tiffany had one destination only on her mind. As we
approached her car she asked if I needed to go home first. I presumed
I was going to her home shortly, so I just made a phone call to Mom.
I turns out that
Mom had been at the dance as a chaperone and I hadn’t even seen
her. “Yes, I know where you are and where you are going, enjoy
yourself. I would like to meet Tiffany when the two of you quit
making out, but that can wait until tomorrow. Just remember what love
is and cherish it for the rest of your life.”
“I love you
Mom, we will be by tomorrow to talk.” I scooted closer to Tiffany
and snuggled up as close as I could get to her. At the next light I
got another kiss, I hope she never tires of giving them. I know I
will never get tired of receiving them. The evening was surreal,
romantic, loving, everything a young female could want. I was treated
as an equal by Tiffany, I got hugged and cuddled, but she expected
the same back from me. It was several hours later when we fell asleep
in her bed, each of us holding on to the other tightly, to prevent
the other from getting away.
The next morning
Tiffany let me borrow a pair of capris and a very brief lacy top.
Twice I asked for something a little more coverage wise, but the
smile from Tiffany pretty much told me of her answer. We stopped at a
drive thru for nourishment, then on to my house. Tiffany dragged me
into the house, then found and confronted my Mother. Hugs were
exchanged and then the two went off talking leaving me standing there
wondering what is going in. I tried to track them down, wanting to be
sure my interests were represented. Tiffany attacked me, my clothes
lost quickly. I was sent to get dressed in my own clothes, and out of
their conversation. I hesitated for a second, but when Tiffany
approached me taking me in her arms and planted a sensuous kiss on my
lips while making my nipples hard as rocks with her ministrations I
decided a retreat might be called for. I rubbed my nipples as I
walked upstairs, they were already sore, a combination of last night
and this morning’s TLC.
I found a dress
that looked comfortable. I knew not where it came from, it seemed to
fit appropriately, was in a color that I liked and was exquisite on
my body. A couple of days as a female and I have already been
assimilated. I changed panties, finding a lacy pair that barely
covered my assets. They felt so good as I pulled them up my legs. The
matching bra was practical, caressing my nipples and comforting at
the same time.
I slipped on a
pair of heels, not even thinking twice about wearing them. The fact
they were in the same color as the dress made them my shoes of
choice. I walked back downstairs, the meeting between Tiffany and Mom
now apparently over. They were sitting in the kitchen drinking orange
juice and eyeing me up as I entered. I got a sensuous kiss from
Tiffany, she was definitely not holding anything back because my Mom
was in the room. I parked myself on Mom’s lap, time for a little
interrogation of my own. Laying my head on her shoulder and looking
up at her eyes, Mom broke out giggling at my actions. “You little
minx, trying to manipulate the manipulator.”
“Okay, time for
a reality check, I asked Tiffany her intentions towards you. She
explained her wishes, we planned a fall wedding, after you graduate
as a senior. A two bride ceremony, with a honeymoon in Cancun. You
will be a stay at home wife, since she already has a career planned.
She has been training to take over her Mother’s business and run
it. Since you have turned down following your Mother’s career
choice a housewife for you might be the only thing you can do justice
to. Tiffany wants kids, so a mommy will be added to that job
description at a later date.”
“It has been
decided that you will be a cheerleader after football season, then a
full time cheerleader during your senior year. Of course, two proms,
we will select your gowns in a week or two. Weekly appointments at
the salon from now on to maintain your looks, maybe a permanent to
keep your curls fresh and enticing. I have already thrown out all of
your male clothing, no need for it anymore, the space will be sorely
needed for your new wardrobe. Now do you have anything to add or any
questions?”
I leaned in and
hugged Mom, kissed her on the cheek and asked when we can go
shopping. Then over to Tiffany and planted a toe curling kiss on her
with tongue working it for all its worth. I stepped back her mouth
open, short of breath and her tongue partially hanging out. “No all
of that is fine, as long as the two of you are in my life I am happy.
Now we are wasting time, I need clothes, jewelry, makeup, shoes,
accessories, and my room is so boyish, I simply can’t live like
that anymore. So let’s go.”
I think Tiffany
and Mom were trying to get me to react by planning my next two years
as a female. But it sounded exactly like I wanted it to happen. The
wedding, being a housewife, a mommy, and most importantly loved and
cared for. With Tiffany and Mom I would indeed be loved and cared
for. I must remember to thank the authorities for making this
possible, a misplaced effort to control something turning into a
wondrous dream for me. A dream I can truly embrace. Imagine me, a
token transsexual, a life I can and will embrace.
© 2016 thru
2024 by Francesca