Constance; The Longest Nail

Constance; The Longest Nail

It was an ad in a local newspaper, what brought my attention to it was the photograph of a female hand located right in the middle of the ad. The hand had beautiful long nails, done in a bright red polish, the rose nail art adding to the elegance of the hand.

The ad was announcing a contest for any interested parties. The winner would be the one with the longest, most beautiful nails after six months. The prize mentioned was substantial, ten thousand dollars, with lots of additional prizes for the winner from other sponsors. The Turnabout Gurl Salon was offering the cash prize, additional information could be had by visiting the salon.

Normally a male like myself would not even look at such an advertisement. For some reason the female hand with long elegant nails had a special attraction for me. My girlfriend and I first ran into each other when she was coming out of a nail salon. I was next door at the coffee place, my second love in life. I had almost knocked her down, when I grabbed her arm to steady her the nails caught my eye. She had to get my attention because I was staring at her nails and still holding her hand. Of course, I blushed a brilliant red, a male infatuated with a female’s hands and nails, not the norm. Most males fixate on the breasts, or the legs or tush, not a female’s nails.

I offered her a cup of coffee, to apologize for my rude behavior, thrilled when she accepted. We sat and talked for an hour about each of our lives, with me sneaking glimpses of her nails every chance I got. I am sure she was aware of my glimpses, but she refrained from saying anything. We exchanged phone numbers, the fact that we both loved the theater a common interest between us. It was ten days later when I asked her to a new performance of the local community theater in town. I treated her to dinner before the performance, then we enjoyed the two hour long production. A stop at our coffee shop on the way back to her apartment, then a kiss at her door as I left her.

Since then we have dated many more times, me even taking her to theater productions in the near-by larger town. We have spent some time together in each other’s apartment, but never shared a bed for any romantic interests. I was content for her company, an intelligent woman, who is driven and grounded in life. I wonder what she will think about the contest. It will have to wait, she is on a trip for her business and will not be back until Saturday.

I am semi-retired, making my fortune in a couple of inventions that I had developed at a younger age. I managed to find the right investors, ones that produced the item and still shared a portion of the profits with me. Those shares added up to major money, and three years later I retired from the job market. I still piddle around with some investments, but a monthly check for all of my expenses and more is deposited in my account on the first of every month.

I decided to check the salon for the details of the contest. Ever since childhood my nails have grown at an unnatural rate, quite often making a nuisance of themselves. I cared for them, the basics done to them every week, a habit that my mother had instilled in me. As I remember she had long nails too, I guess I inherited the characteristic from her. I ate out at one of my favorite places, a deli with the best subs in the world, the meal fantastic as usual. They offered a draft root beer that complimented the sandwich perfectly.

I drove to the salon, entered and asked to speak to someone about the nail contest. I had to wait for a few moments, but the vision of femaleness that approached me was well worth the wait. I was taken back to an office in the back of the salon, and shown to a seat. She introduced herself as Erica, one of the nail specialists for the salon chain. She was here to help oversee the contest for the owner.

“Let me give you the highlights of the contest, then I can answer any questions for you. The fee for entering the contest is twenty four weekly appointments for basic nail care. You have to start the contest with nails that are at your fingertips. At every appointment you will receive a basic manicure, and a photograph will be taken of your hands. That is to prevent someone getting extensions or other nail enhancements. You can have clear polish or color that is up to you. The cost of the weekly manicure has been reduced to ten dollars per visit, to make it affordable for all participants. In addition to the cash prize, there is clothing, makeup, and other salon services that we offer included as part of the overall prize.”

I thought about it, maybe I would have a slight edge in this, I am sure I can convince my girlfriend Jan to help figure out a use for the prizes. Erica took a minute to handle a phone call, but had the application on her desk if I decided to enter. I swallowed hard, this was not anything that a male would usually do, but the downside seemed minor and way down the road. I filled out the application, and Erica checked to see when I could get my first manicure. She took me to another room, this one lined with hundreds of bottles of nail polish. I was surprised to be taken so quickly, but no matter.

Cheri Lyn welcomed me, plunging my hands into some bowls of liquid. The liquid was warm, a little oily but comforting. After soaking for a few minutes she worked around the edge of my nail, removing the excess cuticle. No, I did not know what that was at the time. Then she filed them into a slight oval, my nails at the moment barely to the end of my fingers. A base coat was applied to the nails then a clear polish next. I was told that the clear polish gets super hard, preventing any breakage or tampering with the nails. I was asked if I wanted color, but I decided to leave that decision to Jan when she gets back.

A photo of my hands up against my face is taken, that way I can be identified easily. After the nails are good and dry I manage to get my wallet out to pay the fee. I tipped Cheri Lyn five dollars, not sure what the normal tip would be for a manicure. The way I was treated by her worth the amount of the tip alone.

My next appointment is set-up and I am on my way home. I pick up some Mexican takeout, definitely not in the mood to cook tonight. Tacos and a burrito, something to fill the stomach and bring a smile to my face. I did get looked at while I was ordering, the shine of the top coat attracting the attention of the gal that waited on me. On the way home I often caught myself looking at my glossy nails. Once they get longer, I am sure my eyes will be riveted to them.

The thought that everyone else night also be riveted to my nails made an appearance, maybe this isn’t such a good idea. I hadn’t thought about that, long elegant nails on a male will attract a lot of attention, not necessarily the kind of attention that I may want. Maybe Jan can help me decide if I have suddenly become mentally unstable, before this goes too far.

I ate the tacos, deep in thought. Since I am not the most masculine male on the planet, this might sway things in the wrong direction. I am not out much in public, so I could probably avoid a lot of this. The few times I am out Jan is usually with me, so she would be affected the most with my less than masculine appearance. Speaking of the devil, my phone rings and Jan asks what I am doing. I hem and haw a bit, not sure how to bring this up in conversation. Recently she has become almost psychic, wanting to know what I have done.

I told her about the contest, my stop at the salon to find out more and my newly polished nails that seem to totally occupy my thought processes. I get a squeal at the other end of the line, than a bevy of questions. What color did you have them put on? Can you take a photograph with your phone and send it to me now? I was silenced with the sudden questions, brought back to the present as she asks me if the photograph is on the way.

I manage to get the phone aimed at my hand, snap a photograph and send it to her. Quiet on her end, maybe I have made a big mistake here. Then some talking in the background, than another bit of silence. “Meet me at the airport tomorrow morning at eight A.M. don’t be late. I love you immensely. Bye” I held the phone to my ear, the dial tone all I am hearing. Well any resolving of this possible problem will have to wait until tomorrow morning.

I set there on the couch for the longest time, trying to see if could make some sense of her words and actions. She was cutting her trip short, no explanation, nothing. Then the cryptic words and a dial tone. Definitely not much to go on, much less to make any conclusions from.

I got up early so that I would be on time to pick her up. Her flight was delayed some, so I had to wait an additional thirty minutes. As she cleared the gate she can running over, her heels making that click clack noise that they do on the terminal floor. I am almost knocked down by her, she had launched herself at me while still three foot away. I am hugged, kissed and then she pushed me back and grabbed my hands so she could take in the appearance. Another tight hug and kisses all over my face, I am beet red from the face down as she woman handled me. I am sure we had an audience, but every time I moved my head to look I was kissed again hard. Finally I managed to get her moving, down to baggage claim and then out to my car.

She was almost setting on my lap in the car, making driving rather frustrating. I took her to her apartment, and carried her luggage in for her. She was looking through her vanity for something, then squealed as she apparently found it. Her and a bottle of nail polish appeared at her kitchen table ready to color my nails. She had one of my hands in a death grip, pulling it closer to her so she could put on the polish. It was a deep red, making my short nails stand out like beacons. I was still in shock, cutting her trip short, eager to see my nails, now adding color to them, what next. That was soon answered as she changed her clothes and told me to take her out to lunch. She had just finished adding polish to my nails and now she wanted to go out.

Her face reflected a smirk, but no backing down. When she picked up her purse I presumed my decision had been made for me about going out to eat. I was afraid of what people would say, but Jan was determined to go out. I usually gave in to what she wanted so we again entered my car and drove to her favorite restaurant. When I parked I got her door for her like I usually do, then held her hand as we walked in. The hostess greeted us and led us to a table. As I was handed a menu she saw my nails and complimented me on them. The waitress was right there wanting to know what we wanted to drink, another compliment on my nails and then she brought us our drinks. The whole afternoon that way, no laughing at me from the many people I came into contact with, at least, that I could detect.

I was dumbfounded, not at all what I was expecting. I kept my guard up, I am sure there was someone lurking that would make a nasty comment about my nails or my sexuality. Surprisingly it never came. Back to her apartment, she opened a bottle of wine and we sipped the selection for almost three hours. It was getting late so I got up to take my glass to the kitchen. Jan was right behind me, as I put the glass in the sink she was suddenly attached to my body. Her arms around my neck and most of her body right up against me. She asked when my next appointment was, insisting that she be taken along. I suggested an appointment for her too, at the same time, a nod that she approved of that quickly given. I did manage to escape, body intact, still clothed. The goodbye at her door was a little hot and heavy though, also lasting quite a bit longer than normal.

I made the drive home, thinking of her actions today. I was thrilled at the enthusiasm, but wondered what it all meant in the long run. I slipped off my clothes and was soon in dreamland. No recollection of what I dreamed about, but I had apparently tossed and turned all night considering how the sheets were wrapped all around me the following morning. I do remember running my fingers over the slick nail polish many times, the feelings that transmitted to my brain after doing this quite pleasant. Life did eventually settle into a routine, but Fridays were always different and exciting.

My appointment was for four o’clock on Fridays, Jan at my house midday so that we could lunch together. She insisted the red polish stay on, so I yielded to the request. After the first appointment I had no choice since the red polish was added before the clear coat. They had to use a special solvent to get the hardened clear coat off, so once the red polish was on I was stuck with it until the next appointment.

I did limit my excursions out, fearing the remarks that might come my way. After the first week Jan came by more often dragging me with her as she did her errands around town. She was an advisor to political candidates, helping them with their presentation and appearance. She also advised on issues, and what groups that would help them the most with their campaign. She worked odd hours, sometimes out all day, another day maybe an evening meal with one of her candidates and spouses. She had phenomenal success in her career, a waiting list for her services and opinions.

Unfortunately, for me I was now included in all of her meetings and dinners. I did get some strange stares from her clients, but nothing was said. As the weeks went by, the nails grew at a fantastic rate. The repercussions of the longer nails is everybody thinking that I am a female. If Jan would tolerate a different nail polish color I might have just got some strange looks, but a variety of bright red colors was all she allowed on my fingernails. To keep me more comfortable in her customer’s presence she started introducing me as her secretary. When she added a blouse and silky pants I received no more strange looks. I kept up the secretary image taking notes as the different meetings progressed.

The weekly appointments were looked forward to, Jan to see me getting manicured and polished, and I getting to see her get the same. I insisted that her nails be left to grow like mine, although she bitched frequently that she couldn’t do as much with the long nails. I just smiled in return. By the sixth week, my nails were looking awesome, even the gals at the salon were envious of their length. From the photographs on the salon wall, my nails were longer than most. After adding the bright red polish they seemed to stand out like a beacon on a fog covered shore.

I guess partly because I was more conscious of my appearance I managed to lose some weight. In fact, over the first eight weeks of the contest I lost thirteen pounds. That helped me in my female presentation. I wasn’t trying to present as a female every day, but the consensus of opinion of most people that saw me was that I was of the female gender. Imagine if I really tried to look the part.

At the next appointment Jan spoke to the technician asking if I could get some additional services on my next appointment. The tech got another lady to talk to Jan, me being left at the manicure table as they were still working on my nails. I never did find out what she had arranged, just that it would require three more hours next week. My nails were looking good, well better than good, from the photographs I was obviously in the lead, concerning nail length. The longer nails along with the reddish polish had turned my nails into something extremely feminine.

Most everybody I met or dealt with considered me a female now, I had long since stopped correcting them, just going along with their assumptions. Jan had picked items of feminine clothing slowly, now my closet was about half full of clothing usually worn by the distaff side. She had not got carried away with underwear yet, but I did have panties instead of boy shorts. I must admit the panties were lots softer and more comfortable.

Jan seemed to be getting busier, now we were out almost every day, dinners at least five nights a week. I tried to miss a few of them, but she had other ideas. On one of the appointments while she was having her nails done I got a pink polish applied to mine. Well that lasted for all of five minutes before she insisted that it all got taken off and my signature red re-applied. By now they were getting very feminine in length, almost a half inch past my fingertips.

Almost everywhere we went that was the first comment out of everybody’s mouth was about my nails that included the male politicians along with their wives. No longer was I thought of as a male, now female was the only gender mentioned in connection with me.

They had finished re-applying my red polish when two more techs entered the room. I suddenly had a bad feeling about the extra services she had arranged for me. When they wheeled in the machine with cups attached hanging down from the hoses, I knew that it wouldn’t be the masculine me that might win the contest, it would be Constance, Jan’s nickname for me that would be vying for the longest nail. Then when they glued the cups to my chest, there was no longer any doubt.

It was more than three extra hours that day, at the six hour mark the machine turned off, my cups runneth over. Since the breast was sucked from my body, I doubted they would suddenly go away or be re-absorbed back into my body. I was told the cups remained on, after three or four days they would dissolve and only leave the new pert breast on my chest. An hour after the machine turned off the cups were already softer and more flexible than before. I was offered a bra, Jan grabbing it and helping me into its embrace. Her smile was bigger as we headed home, looking my way often as she drove.

She had been after me to move in with her, after telling her no for three weeks she finally persuaded me and I moved in the next week. With sizable breasts now, she hired a moving company to move my things to her apartment, the guys who moved me obviously happy as they ogled me every chance they had. That was a very difficult time, getting used to be lusted after quite a change for a former male. I was indeed a former male, with Hooters like these I doubt I would ever be classified as a male again.

It wasn’t all bad, Jan playing with them was quite enjoyable, in fact I learned that I now could orgasm just from her manipulating my nipples. Indeed she did have fun playing with them, now when she was not working with one of her politicians, my breasts seemed to keep her focus. Always a grope, or a tweak of my nipple, then when bedtime arrived a more thorough seeing to was conducted by Jan. Out in public, I was embarrassed when she brushed up against my breasts or pinched a nipple when no one was watching. At home I was putty in her hands, actually looking forward to being groped or caressed.

I tried to reciprocate as often as I could, but Jan being so confident and outgoing, saw to it that I was never long without some attention. It eventually ended up with me having to get a recorder to use to take notes. I could still write, but not as fast as before. The long nails hampered writing and almost any other activity involving the use of my hands.

Then with only five weeks remaining in the contest, another upgrade to my appearance was instituted. My hair and makeup was done for me, a lighter shade of blonde with brunette highlights. As far as makeup goes, after they had shaped my eyebrows, eye makeup, rouge, lipstick became a regular habit with me. I received classes in doing my hair and makeup myself, a weeks’ worth and I was doing it as if I had been doing it my whole life. I thought that maybe when I was totally female in appearance that Jan might lose some fascination with me. Wrong again, even public displays of affection were now indulged in, Jan just smiling as people gawked at our antics, well her antics to be truthful.

The weeks progressed and two weeks from the finish of the contest I and four other contestants were notified that we were the five finalists in the contest. We were invited to the final judging at the salon, where we would be measured and all of our weekly photographs would be examined. Then at the conclusion a winner would be announced. From the photographs I saw at the salon, it was mainly between myself and a female from back east, both of us having similar nail growth.

When Jan and I arrived at the salon I was shown to a booth and the normal weekly manicure was performed. Erica and another lady examined each contestants nails after the polish was removed. A final photograph was taken and then compared to the last weekly photograph. Sylvia the other finalist with nails similar to mine came over and we talked as the judges compared photographs and observations. She was glad the contest was over, the last few weeks she has been unable to do much of anything, her long nails making doing things almost impossible. She worked as a secretary, her boss allowing her to finish the contest, but wanted Sylvia to be able to type again, a task she has been unable to do for seven weeks.

Francine the salon owner announced the winners, I did come in first, a very enthusiastic Jan seeing to my immediate reward. Sylvia was second, Erica announcing that she would get all the extra prizes same as me, while I received the cash prize. Part of the contest requirements were the right of the salon to use my hands in promotional material for the salon nationwide. I imagined just a lot of photographs to use in their advertising, it turns out that I will also being making personal appearances at other salons across the country.

Jan being the takeover type of person she is handling all of the arrangements for my appearances, while my hands were photographed many hundreds of times. I had a week of down time before my first personal appearance. Since Jan had stepped in to handle everything I was not aware that my appearances were to be as Constance, the winner of the contest. The appearances would stretch out over the next six months at least depending on the success of the program that I was advertising. Of course, Jan was ecstatic as I would be in total female mode for the entire time and my nails would only get longer. That pretty much stopped any physical activity for me, the nails were getting so long that almost anything was beyond my capability to perform. I did get nail appointments every few days, to make sure they were always at their best.

So other than make my appearances I was mainly a plaything for Jan. She had quit her job temporarily, more interested in accompanying me and seeing to the fact that I did not get bored on the trips. Believe me I was never bored, as I laid there every evening being ravished by my handler. As we made the circuit, several more steps towards femininity were taken, now both Jan and I were nearly identical in anatomical appearance. I never wore any male clothes, my wardrobe only dresses and skirts. A fact that Jan had insisted on.

I guess after a while the mind gets used to things, I really never thought back to when I was a male, now just content to dress sexily for Jan, do my makeup and hair to please her and then allow her to do with me what she wants. I am happy, very content and to think it all started with a contest for the longest nail.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Kara; Becoming A Dance Diva

Kara; Becoming A Dance Diva

The day of the big recital was nearing, also the end of my forced punishment. My remark over three months ago was said in jest, at least, that is what I claimed when confronted on it. Mother in her infinite wisdom thought otherwise. Once Mother gets an idea, she runs with it and no amount of begging and screaming on my part was able to deter her. Believe me I did a lot of begging trying to avoid what my Mother had planned for me.

My sister like most young girls wanted to take dance classes. Being from an upper middle class family there were enough funds to allow her to indulge her desires. Unfortunately, I was dragged along with her since my soccer games were scheduled on the same day just earlier in the afternoon. Of course, she had to endure being at my practices and games before we moved on to her dance classes. Being all boy, I thought the dance classes were stupid, dancing around wearing leotards and tights seemed like such a waste.

I was also very outspoken in my views and didn’t hesitate to make them known to anyone within hearing distance. While Mother was talking to several other mothers of the young girls, I sealed my fate for the upcoming year. Jennifer my sister had missed her cue, and flubbed up her part in the routine they were practicing. Of course, being a good brother I pointed that out to the whole place, rather loudly. The other mothers and daughters all turned my way at my outburst. The resulting slap on my shoulder showed just how much my Mother disapproved of my comment.

I was yanked from my seat and with my feet only touching the ground once or twice I was rather forcibly taken out to the car. Mom is rather formidable, at five foot ten inches tall and around one hundred fifty pounds what she says goes. All the people in the dance studio witnessed my ejection, the young girls giggling the mothers all with smiles on their faces. I kept quiet, Mom seldom acts like this, I seem to have pushed all the wrong buttons this time.

I was sat in the car and told to keep my mouth shut until the lesson is over. Mom returning to the studio to watch her daughter. I figured I had crossed over the line, knowing that when we got home I would hear a lot more on this subject. That was pure torture, sitting there knowing I was going to feel her wrath, but having no clue in what way. Half an hour later Jennifer and Mom came out and we drove home in silence. I was sent to my room and told to stay there until Dad got home. Now I was worried, if Mom was involving Dad in my punishment she was more than just angry at my outburst.

I should have known better, being sixteen and a high school junior you would think that I would have learned that sometimes it is just better to think the thoughts than to speak them. Knowing better and doing what is right sometimes just don’t match. In my case, that axiom was seldom listened to or used, especially recently. In the last year I have been in trouble with my parents more times than I care to remember. Again a lot of the trouble was my big mouth and what managed to escape my lips. Most of the time I was lectured, but no punishment was issued. I had a bad feeling that today that might not be the case.

I was not called to dinner, another bad sign. I could hear Mom and Dad talking in their room, although exactly what was being said was muffled. When bedtime came I stripped off my clothes and slipped under the covers. I had no ambition to face either of them, preferring to take my chances in the morning. My stomach grumbled a couple of times, but soon I was asleep dreaming of the upcoming soccer game tomorrow. I hoped my loud mouth and recent outburst would not cause me to miss out on the game.

In the morning I cautiously made my way downstairs to the kitchen, then after entering I just about went back to my room. There at the table was both Mom and Dad apparently waiting for their son, no smiles, no greetings, nothing. Dad pointed to a chair between them and I promptly sat down. Dad started the conversation asking what caused me to make such a stupid remark, then do it in a crowded dance class. I lowered my head, my feet suddenly of interest to me. I was wise enough to keep quiet, a small miracle, considering my recent past behavior. Mom just stared at me, a smirk on her face knowing something that I was not made aware of yet.

“We will allow you to go to your game today, but after that things will change drastically. Consider yourself grounded for the future, this last debacle just the most recent in a long line of misbehaving. When I say grounded I mean other than school, your soccer game and dance class you will not go anywhere without one of us present. Your behavior is totally unacceptable and your punishment will reflect this. Your breakfast is cereal and milk, no lunch and depending on your attitude today there may not be much if any dinner. I highly suggest that you jump to do as you are told today, no matter how silly you think it may be. Now eat your breakfast and go with your Mother to your room, the first changes start this morning.”

I missed the meaning of my dance class, a point that was reinforced later in the day. I tried to make breakfast last far longer than it normally would, but Mother finally dragged me from my seat and to my bedroom. There to my horror was a pair of tights and a leotard, just like what Jennifer wears for dance class. I was told to strip, when Mom started my way I instantly complied, blushing from head to toe as I did so. It had been years since Mom had seen me totally naked, the thought of it happening now had me red in the face before the first item of clothing left my body.

I was handed an undergarment and told to put it on. My male organ was in retreat, all of this way more than he could handle. The garment fit real tight, as I was told to push my male bits back between my legs. I hesitated doing this not sure what she wanted, well Mom was in no mood for any further delays. She grabbed my penis and pushed back hard between my legs letting the garment snap in place as she released it. It didn’t hurt especially, but having it done to me was quite embarrassing. Glancing at what she had done I was completely smooth down there just like any female would be. Another red pulse swept over me, leaving me embarrassed to the hilt. I was curious as to what this was leading up to, the only ideas I had were not ones that I wanted to experience in this or any other lifetime.

Curious but not stupid, I remained quiet as a mouse. If only I had used some restraint yesterday, maybe this would not be necessary. Apparently the remark yesterday caused all of the other misdeeds to get added together, now my punishment will address all of my past instances of disturbance. The lectures now to be backed up with some type of punishment to make me aware of the seriousness of my continued refusal to abide by their rules and wishes.

The leotard and tights were next, stretching to fit tightly to my body. I was scared, this was before my game, maybe I won’t be allowed to play after all. Mom turned me around, I had turned away from her when the last two items were handed to me to put on, taking a brush to my hair, fluffing it up to fall around my face. Then to cap off the horrible morning I was experiencing she added lipstick to my lips. I was dragged to her bedroom to stand in front of her full length mirror to see the new and improved me. I was shocked, a young girl’s image was all I saw, a female ready for her dance class. I was sent down the stairs to the living room to await my fate. I did manage to keep my mouth shut, not wanting to do anything that would cause me to miss my game today. I sat in a chair, very aware of my new clothes and the feelings they were causing. The smooth feel of my legs in the tights, the tight fit of the leotard in my crotch were things I had never experienced before and they were playing havoc with my thoughts. Then you have the lipstick on my lips, smooth and creamy, my tongue gliding over it with ease.

Dad came through to check my appearance, looked me over but didn’t say anything to me. Sis did the same, unlike me she just gave me a casual glance then went about getting herself ready for her dance class later today. If only I had kept my mouth shut, now I am in deep doo-doo, no telling what they have planned for me. It was getting closer to the time when we usually leave for my game, I was in full panic mode, still in the leotard and tights, things not looking good right now for me to be able to play.

Finally Mom came down the stairs with my usual jeans and sweat shirt. I breathed a sigh of relief, back in my normal clothes the day is not lost yet. She used a makeup wipe to remove my lipstick, then brushed my hair into a high ponytail and secured it with a scrunchie. I usually used a rubber band, much more masculine than a scrunchie, this one particularly noticeable since it was a shade of Burgundy. I was allowed to slip into my jeans and sweatshirt, though the leotard and tights remained on my body. I donned the clothes reluctantly looking down often to see if any of it showed, visions of being exposed running rampant through my brain. I slipped on my tennis shoes, then ran to the mirror in the hall to see if I still looked like a boy. I am sure the jury would be out on that for quite some time. Mom stood behind me, “you either go out this way or you miss your game and go directly to dance class.”

Oh shit, I was not sure about any of this now. Do I risk it to play in the game, or do I play it safe? I wanted to play so bad, I decided to go to the game and take my chances. We drove to the game, then I suddenly remembered I still had on the tights and leotard. I normally play in shorts and a t-shirt, so how do I change and get in my regular clothes for the game. I quietly asked Mom how I can change, her answer quite startling. I didn’t bring your shorts and t-shirt, you can play in your tights and leotard. As I decided that I didn’t want to play anymore we pulled up to the soccer field. I was quickly mobbed by my friends, and dragged from the car.

Our coach had a little meeting before the game, he changed a few of our positions to try and take advantage of our opponent’s weaknesses. Unfortunately, for me I was placed in the starting lineup. I debated on what to do, but insanity won out and I stripped out of my jeans and sweat shirt. It took a few moments for everybody to become aware of my attire, everybody staring at me, making me aware that no one had missed what I was now wearing. I tried to brave it out, assuming my position on the field and hoping the game would start real soon. It took a while for the game to get underway, in the meantime I did receive a few wolf whistles and the comment that I had nice legs. Right from the start the opponents seemed to aim for me, the ball coming towards me with only me to stop or delay the attack.

Like my Sis I flubbed it up big time, trying to kick the ball away, I slipped and fell flat on my ass. Luckily for me our goalie was able to deflect the attempt, keeping them from making a score. I was totally red, the embarrassment was too much, I ran off the field, head down and went to our car. Before I got to the car I was shedding tears. Life is so unfair, and today it all seemed to be happening to me.

Not even Sis made a comment about my flub, it was such an easy play, I had totally screwed up landing on my ass in the end.

My parents and Sis joined me, after a brief conference with our coach. We then went to her dance class, the ride there in total silence. I just sat there crying a little, I tried to find anyone to blame, but I realized it was my fault, so concerned about my appearance that I failed to pay attention to the game.

When we arrived I was escorted into the dance studio by Mom, who introduced me to the teacher. To my horror I was now enrolled as a student in the same class as my sister. I was given a tutu to slip over my tights, a sign of a newbie in the class. The teacher took me over to the corner, since it was still early for the regular class to start and taught me a few things that the class had already learned. I went through the steps like she showed me, a smile coming to her face when she watched me do the required steps. I was so depressed, all of this way more than I figured I deserved but doing something kept me from running screaming from the class, surely things could not get much worse. Famous last words, I was reminded of that phrase quite often in the next hour.

The teacher introduced me to the class, my name announced as Kara. All the girls came to welcome me to the class, while all I wanted to do was to fade into the woodwork. The teacher used me at the front of the class to show the move she wanted. Then had the class do the move as instructed. The fact that it took her a couple of times to get me to do the move correctly was ignored. There was quite a bit of tittering as the girls in the class watched me struggle to learn the moves. Why I made an attempt to learn the moves will always remain a mystery. It was something to occupy my mind, but learning to dance in ballet not a young males fondest wish.

At the end of the class, the teacher announced the end of the year recital, where all members of the class will do a solo number for all of the parents. The moan that escaped my mouth was heard by quite a few girls and their parents, the resulting giggles heard in response to my moan of despair. After the class was dismissed I was mobbed by the girls in the class, wanting to know if I enjoyed the class, and what part I wanted in the recital at the end of summer. I tried to evade answering the questions, their excitement at having another girl in the class spreading quickly. I was good, not saying much, trying desperately to answer with only a word or two. If only I could fade into the woodwork my preferred avenue of escape.

The truth in the matter was that I was accepted as a fellow dance class member unequivocally, they just wanted to share their excitement with me. I was quiet on the way home, not knowing what to say or think. I initially thought I would hate the dance class, but a lot of the things I learned I was proud of. Sis hugged me as we entered the house, telling me she was glad I was in the class with her. After I had pointed out her mistake so boisterously, in turn she was glad I was dancing with her. At my game she saw my flub, but said nothing, a much better and more adult response than I had indulged in previously with regards to her.

I was stopped on the way to my room, my parents pointing to a chair in the living room. “We talked to your coach, and explained why you were wearing tights and leotards. He will welcome you back to the soccer team if you want to. Unfortunately, if you accept it will be as a female. They do have a couple of girls playing on other teams in the league, so you will not be the only one. Personally I think you getting disgusted and walking off the field shows quite a bit of immaturity. Maybe a couple of nights in a diaper might encourage you to behave in a more responsible manner. Now as to your other changes.”

“Until school starts again you will wear female clothes all the time, primarily tights and leotards, but with a skirt or blouse over the two items. Makeup will be required, lipstick and mascara for sure, and other items depending on the occasion. Hair in a high ponytail as long as you behave, the first instance of further trouble and you will receive a curly permanent for the duration. When school resumes we will evaluate your behavior, no trouble and you will be able to attend as a male. Otherwise you will be Kara for the duration. Do you understand the reasons for these corrective measures? I sincerely hope you do, or it will be a long frustrating summer for you.”

I did manage a subdued yes to her question. I decided right then to give in totally, this was bad enough, school as a female way too much to even contemplate. That would be an unqualified disaster. Maybe I can get used to some of this, to make things a little easier to accept. I sure hope so.

I was hoping that the remark about the diaper might be forgotten, so I was real good all evening, I even helped wash the dishes, something I have never participated in before. Mom’s remark as I dried my hands left me speechless. Since you helped with the dishes, you can consider that one of your chores for the duration. Now come with me, we have to get you ready for bed. Oh gawd no came out of my mouth as I tried to retreat from her grasp. Too late, she grabbed a hold of my wrist and I was dragged off to my bedroom. She grabbed a bag that was outside of her room as we passed the door then settled me onto my bed. My leotard was unhooked in the crotch, then my tights were pulled down around my knees.

Out of the bag she removed some type of wipe and proceeded to clean my groin and butt. Several times I tried to stop her, but the look I received back and her swatting my behind convinced me that maybe laying still might be best. I pleaded for her to allow me to go the bathroom before she put the diaper on me, well that went over like a lead balloon.

“That is the purpose of the diaper, to keep you from making a mess in your new bed. My eyes got huge and I looked around looking for what she was talking about. Over in the corner near the window was a large crib, my apparent destination for tonight. While I was concerned with my new bed, she had managed to get me diapered, the many folds of material in my crotch very uncomfortable. I knew I would not be able to last the night, I needed to pee now and my usual routine for number two was to go in the evening before I went to bed. Imminent disaster either way.

A pair of plastic panties was pulled up and smoothed in place. I was planning to wait until I was put in bed, then take off my diaper and use the bathroom. Put it back on and no one would be the wiser. Well best laid plans seldom come together. Mittens were placed over my hands, the wrist strap keeping them there in place. My fingers now useless. I was taken over to my new bed, and helped up into it. A strap was placed across my waist keeping me secured to the new bed. Then from behind the crib a lid was raised so that I was now secure in my new bed. Then Mom played dirty bringing me a large baby bottle, and hanging it from a sling attached to the lid. She pushed the nipple into my mouth, and told me to drink up. If it is not empty before she goes to bed she will make sure I receive another one.

“Next time you think about walking away in disgust leaving your team in the lurch, remember tonight. We will repeat this scenario a couple of more times to make sure you have learned your lesson. Just think how smart and well-adjusted our little girl is going to be after she learns to dance and does her solo before all those parents and fellow classmates. I suggest you get behind this enthusiastically, or I might be persuaded to make you my full time daughter in real life. I am leaning that way already, an older daughter to shop with and teach about all things female.”

I did make a mess in my diapers that night, and had to smell it until morning. As Mom undid the strap across my waist, I tried to get down off the crib. Mom stopped me there, and removed my diaper and cleaned my behind. It smelled real bad, the baby powder she used did help some with the smell. Unfortunately, I had to pee again so I begged her to let me use the bathroom. She smiled and secured the new diaper at my sides. The plastic panties were brought up again and I was led downstairs to the kitchen.

Everyone else was there, sis looked but said nothing however Dad asked if I enjoyed last night. I had learned part of my lesson, keeping quiet at all costs. Mom handed me a bottle of warm milk and watched to make sure I started on it. The combination of the additional liquid and the warmness had me peeing within minutes. I was so embarrassed, my face and body now bright red. I had to sit there until the bottle was finished, even as a few pictures were taken of me. Just great, now I could be shamed in an instant by just showing anyone the pictures of me in a diaper and drinking out of a baby bottle.

If that wasn’t bad enough I was taken to the living room and placed in a playpen, wet diaper and all. Mom finished off the punishment as she shoved a pacifier into my mouth. By lunch I had wet my diaper again, I pleaded with Mom to change me and let me dress as a female again. With her phone taking a video I had to repeat that plea, then she took me upstairs to change me. I was so happy to get out of the wet diaper, then I saw the little girl’s dress I was going to wear this afternoon. I bit my tongue, I did ask for this, but did she have to make it so humiliating for me.

Panties, hair in twin pigtails tied off with ribbons, I was made up with lipstick and mascara then a pair of Mary Janes were slipped on my feet. I was planning to retreat to my room to hide for the rest of the day, but instead Mom gathered her things and dragged me to her car. When we pulled into the local mall I was in full panic mode. I pleaded with her, she can’t do this to me, but as my feet entered the mall I knew she was not listening to me at all. Up and down the mall, visiting every store that sold female clothes and accessories. So far I had escaped detection, successfully not running into any of my friends.

Even good luck eventually runs out, coming right toward us is Marilyn, our next door neighbor’s daughter. She is in all of my classes and visits sis quite often. I had not been around her that much, but we had talked often at school. She walks right up to Mom gives her a hug and then stares at me. I knew the light would come on soon, and sure enough she leaned over to me and complimented me on the pretty dress. I was in shock, my whole life just flashed in front of me, if this gets around I am totally doomed.

Of course Mom sees to it that I am further embarrassed as she asks Marilyn to keep an eye on me as she uses the restroom. Marilyn takes my hand and leads me to a bench in the middle of the mall. We set down and she asks me if this is how I will be dressing in the future. I freeze up, not sure what exactly to tell her. I have no idea how long this punishment will last, and I definitely do not want to piss Mom off more than she is. She leans in closer, telling me that she likes me this way, I am much nicer as a female than as a male.

Mom reappears and asks Marilyn if she can babysit me later today. I look at Mom, fear and dread in my face. Marilyn says sure, what time do you want me there. It was arranged for four o’clock, both Mom and Dad wanted to see a new movie in town and now that I had a baby sitter they could go and not feel guilty. I pleaded with Mom, surely I am old enough to watch after myself. She looked at my dress and then at the diapers peeking out from underneath the panties I was wearing. I am sure Marilyn will watch after you, besides you will need someone to change your diaper for you. That remark cut right through me, diapers apparently with me for more than a few days.

Back at home I was stripped out of my little girl clothes and my diaper changed. The mitts back on my hands and placed in the crib. Then another bottle was given to me, Mom insisting that it be empty before they left for the movie. I was so depressed, Marilyn will now see me as a baby, and probably have to change my diaper. It just can’t get any worse.

It wasn’t long until my baby sitter showed up, she was almost bouncing as she came into my room. I got hugged, then to my horror another damn bottle of warm milk was put into my mouth. She held it there, Mom standing behind her telling me to hurry and finish the bottle. Before I could get half of it down I was peeing into the diaper. I sure hope this baby treatment doesn’t last much longer, if it does I may end up back in kindergarten again, well that is if I manage to get out of pre-school.

Marilyn had lots of fun with me that night, she braided my hair, redid my makeup and changed my diaper twice. I have never seen someone have as much fun as she had changing my diaper. I was cleaned, powdered and tucked securely in a double diaper. There was so much between my legs it was impossible to get them to touch each other. Of course, with all the warm milk I drowned them too, making Marilyn quite happy. When Mom and Dad made it back, I was sitting in the playpen, a teddy bear in my mittened hands and bedecked in pigtails with ribbon bows at the ends. Mom got the camera right away, more blackmail material for later. Way too good of a picture to not take advantage of.

Then to my continued horror, Mom arranged for Marilyn to babysit me twice more later in the week. After Marilyn went home I pleaded with Mom to allow me to be home alone. I pointed out my age, no one sixteen years of age needs a babysitter. Mom giggled but gave me an incredulous look. I don’t see anyone that old here, there is just your sister and you. I grant you are a little large for your age, but there is no way you are older than ten, the fact that you are still not potty trained requires you to have a babysitter. Now no more foolishness, time for me to get you ready for bed.

I did cry some on the way to my bedroom, so unfair, each day it just gets worse. In diapers at night, dresses during the day, and enrolled in a girl’s dance class. As Mom was changing me I tried to reason with her, actually I was now begging her to allow me to dress as a female every day. Anything to get out of this diaper downward spiral. Another performance for Mom’s phone, my pleading recorded to play back later if I didn’t remember all of my statement.

The next morning I got out of the diapers, but at quite a cost. Frilly panties, followed by the tights and leotard, then covered by a mini skirt and lacy blouse. The final humiliation was a pair of heels, with an ankle strap to keep them on my feet. Not too bad an outfit for around the house, but of course Mom had other ideas.

Sis and I were loaded up in the car and she drove us to a beauty salon. As she parked in the parking lot, I was in total panic mode. I could see all kinds of possibilities, and I wanted nothing to do with any of them. Mom gave me a look, then reached for my hand. I hesitated then she mentioned the diapers and I instantly grabbed her hand. I will take my chances in the beauty salon, a much better option than being encased in wet smelly diapers all the time.

Led into the salon I actually managed to get off easy for my first time in a beauty salon. My hair was washed and conditioned and then cut into a rather feminine hairstyle including a cute set of bangs. I received highlights in my hair, not familiar with what they were until I saw the blonde highlights among my brunette tresses. I received long eyelashes glued to my own, their effect quite devastating to my male persona. Then the ultimate embarrassment for a male. My thingy glued back between my legs and a female looking sex glued over the top. I was told it would help with my presentation in dance class.

As I left the salon I was so depressed, my stupid mouth the cause of all of this. Two more months of summer before school starts again and my only choice is a life as a young girl. When we got home I went to my bedroom, removed my dress and crawled into bed. I knew Mom would be up to put me into diapers, but I just couldn’t stand to be with others with what happened today. Looks wise I was now a female, even more girly that Sis. Mom came in and sat by the side of my bed and reached over and hugged me. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her tighter and sobbed for what seemed hours.

“Let me explain my thinking to you. I am sure you have learned your lesson, although a few more reminders might be prudent still. You are going to finish the dance class this summer, that is a fact. To do so without leaving yourself open to lots of kidding and humiliation, a more feminine appearance might be appropriate. That I have furnished today. If you will embrace your inner female, I think you will find it pleasant and even enjoyable. Talk with your sister for a change, listen to her and maybe indulge in some of her activities. Then make up your mind about the rest of summer. Bored, depressed and miserable or having fun and enjoying life for a change, those are your choices.”

She did put me in a diaper, but suggested that I go to the bathroom first and then during the night every time I got up. The diaper was one with tabs, something I could handle myself. I did get a kiss on the nose and a much appreciated long hug. I laid awake for a long time thinking about what Mom said, deciding I will ask Sis for help in the morning. Just a little while later I was dreaming, of feminine things and dancing. I awoke needing to go to the bathroom, but was able to get there in time. Maybe I will be able to progress from diapers to panties, all hope is not lost yet.

When I cornered Sis the next morning she was smiling, I think she knew what I was up to, but remained silent as I asked her if I could play with her, doing some of the things she does with her. Still quiet as a mouse I begged her to let me participate in her life. She giggled then hugged me tightly. My hand was grabbed and I was led off, a session with her dolls for my introduction to the life of a young female. After I relaxed, playing with her dolls was not that bad, not realizing until we stopped for lunch that I had been immersed in that activity for over two hours.

After lunch it was dress up time, a lot of Sis’s older clothes fitting me just fine. Sis was more like Mom, rather tall but very thin and well proportioned. She was developing the female curves that all young females do, but not showing much sign of breasts yet. Her hips were developing, a fact that sis was not over excited about. Since I was small for my age, her older clothes were a perfect fit. Unfortunately her choice of clothing earlier in life were very girly, dresses with billowy skirts and loads of lace and ribbons.

Mom did check on us regularly, her smile and giggles watching her son having fun dressed as a young girl playing with his sister. I did have fun with Sis, giggling and acting just like her most of the afternoon. It was actually fun when I allowed myself to forget I was a boy. Most of the clothes looked good on me, the image in the mirror that of a feminine girl having fun with her sister.

I did get two more evenings in diapers, the same time Marilyn was due to babysit me. I wasn’t looking forward to it, but having Marilyn look after me was not that bad, I got a lot of kisses, hugs and was able to cuddle with her for short naps during her time with me. I was still embarrassed when she changed my diapers, but I guess that being with her eventually won out. I did get her undivided personal attention during her time with me, hair curled, makeup and lots of dresses tried on during the four hours she baby sitted me.

Dance class was now looked forward to, Sis and I practicing our moves in preparation for the recital at the end of the summer. I never did go back to soccer, I presume my interests changed, now looking my best, makeup just right and my hair styled to perfection much more important to me that some dumb soccer game. I did manage to get Mom to let me have a permanent, curls look so good on me, the big below the shoulder curls helping me to look extra feminine.

The recital went off without a hitch, both Sis and I performing our routines to perfection. In fact the whole class did outstanding, a nearly perfect performance by every student. We had a party afterwards each of the girls excited to have performed well, jumping around and hugging each other. I joined in, wondering if I will be allowed to attend dance class during the school year. Sis and I were eventually led off, Mom and Dad wanting to take us out to eat as a reward for our dedication and drive to excel. It was at this dinner when Mom asked me if I wanted to go to school as a girl or become a boy again. There was no thinking required as I said girl before she even finished the sentence.

Mom had thought that would be my response, telling both Sis and I that we are enrolled in a girl’s school for the upcoming year. They offer dance as part of the curriculum and the same teacher we had for the summer will be our instructor. Sis and I attacked them kissing them and thanking them for thinking of us. While Sis was working on Mom, I laid a kiss on Dad holding him tight in a hug and thanking him for being so good to me.

The red lip print on his cheek was very obvious, Mom reaching over to use a Kleenex to wipe part of it off. Well that will not be acceptable as both Sis and I attacked leaving red lip prints on each of his cheeks. There that is much better. Mom just set there giggling, telling Dad to pay the check as his girls had to use the bathroom. We did our business, repaired our makeup and met Dad at the door. The drive home was filled with tales of our performances and talk about our upcoming year at a girl’s school.

Marilyn and I have remained friends, even to the point of me wearing diapers for her on occasion. I am sure we will stay together, it is just a matter of time before we move in together. We are so much alike, sharing in our interests and love of each other. Besides Marilyn needs someone to be her baby and I am perfect for the job. She wants to finish college and I want to spend the time with Mom being her spoiled daughter.

Yep, Kara as a dance diva was the right way to go, I just wish I had acted up earlier in life. I missed so much fun, but I will make up for it packing every female experience I can manage into the next few years. Sis has vowed to help, and I know Mom will help when necessary. She loves her daughters, especially her oldest daughter, the dance diva.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Nina: Wedding Jitters

 Nina: Wedding Jitters

Only three more days till Sis gets married. For the last year, that is all I heard around the house. Wedding this wedding that, now a few more days and all of that will be behind me. I love my sister dearly, but to suffer through a year of planning her wedding, arranging for everything and then rehearsals, dress fittings you name it and it has been done more than once.

My sister Heather came running into the house, tears streaking down her face. I happened to be closest and she latched on to me, sobbing and mumbling something. After a few minutes I found out that her Maid of Honor, Stacy was in a car accident, now in the hospital with a broken leg. Her next few words sent shiver through me.

“How can I get married without a Maid of Honor? I will have to postpone the wedding till she recovers.”

I remained calm, suggesting that she use one of her bridesmaids to fill in. Her fiance Marty will not want to postpone the wedding, he already has blue balls waiting patiently for the honeymoon. Nope that was not what she wanted to hear, Stacy and her have been friends for years, and shared in their dreams of getting married.

I let it drop, I am sure after she thinks about it for awhile she will see the necessity of keeping the present wedding date.

Mom took over the job of consoling her leaving me a chance to escape. The next morning Mom shanghaied me and Heather dragging us to the third floor den. No phones, away from prying ears and quiet. Heather sat on one of the couches and I remained standing, hoping that whatever this concerns will not cut into my day off. She addressed both of us, telling it like it is.

“The deposits on the place for the reception can’t be refunded, the tickets for the honeymoon are in the same category. I know you want to have Stacy as your Maid of Honor, but lets be practical. Your bridesmaids are matched to the males in the wedding party, a feat that took us months to arrange. So that leaves us only one choice for your stand-in Maid of Honor. I would like to introduce you to Nina, your new Maid of Honor.

I recognized the name sis and I used when we played together years ago, living out in the sticks we only had each other to play with, so often I was the fellow female in the many scenarios we conjured up. I was shocked at Mom’s proposal. I am not a female, having no desire to participate in the actual wedding itself.

“She is close to you, a relative and one that when dressed will look the part easily. She has put up with your changes, and consoled you when needed. Besides she is the same size dress wise as Stacy, a fact that will help immensely in the scope of things with so little time remaining.”

An eerily quiet settled over the room, while Mom and I stared at Heather. I was looked at carefully, apparently to see if what Mom had said might be true. I was not happy about Mom’s idea but if it would get this wedding behind us I might could live through the experience.

I must be going crazy, actually buying into the idea. Unfortunately, I was not aware of the changes necessary for my part in the wedding party. Heather did ask several more questions of Mom, but I tuned them out spending my time praying that she would not agree to my part in the wedding proposal. Oh, I wanted the wedding to go on as planned, months more of this insanity was not something to look forward to.

I did hear Mom thanking her for accepting her proposal, then the two of them left to make the necessary arrangements. I sat there stunned, this can’t be happening for real.

Later I found out that Heather did agree to keep my portrayal a secret. I would be Stacy’s sister in this scenario, my absence from the wedding due to a last minute scholarship offer from a prestigious university back east. Too good of an offer to miss out on. Mom’s excuse for my absence, although unusual it might work.

It wasn’t an hour later when Mom came to get me, proclaiming it was time to become Nina, the appointment for my makeover in less than two hours. I imagine my appointment had been arranged in advance, highly unlikely you could just call and get a makeover scheduled in less than an hour. With her hand on mine I was soon in her car and heading to the salon. I was told what they did, and how good they were at their profession. Mom wanted me to not object to anything they did, since everything is reversible later. I was still digesting that info when we pulled up in front of the salon. With my hand firmly gripped by Mom I was led into the salon, to face no telling what was to be done to me.

Back to a room near the back of the salon, and promptly undressed. With my clothes in her hands she left me, telling me she would be back at eight tonight to pick me up. Mouth wide open and my heart stopped, I just stood there as she left me. There were some tears shed, that is for sure. It wasn’t but an hour ago I was told of this crazy plan, and now the lady from the salon was getting started on me.

I guess there is a need to do everything quickly the wedding just two days off, but surely we could have waited an hour or two more. I was still trying to grasp the idea, it sounded reasonable when Mom stated it, but now my mind could see some gaps in the stated plan.

The lady wasted no time, within an hour I was hairless and my ears were pierced, earrings now residing in those holes. Lasered in so no time needed for the holes to heal.

Next was my body changes, breasts added to my chest and junior glued away between my thighs after my balls were slid up where they descended from years ago. The breasts were quite realistic looking, and more than a handful. From the moment they were laid on my chest they never quit moving, those movements more than occupying any limited brain activity.

They continued to work on me, hair and nails next. My growing my hair out in school, perfect for this situation, but maybe not in the long run. I apparently was going to have lots of curls in my hairstyle, since I soon found my head covered in curlers. While my hair was drying under one of their dryers, my face was worked on, facial hair removed and eyebrows arched. A cream applied and left on for an hour achieved those results.

Then came the makeup carefully applied since it is semi-permanent. I never did ask about the semi-permanent part, just glad I would not have to learn to apply makeup in the next couple of days. When she started removing the curlers I noticed the image in the mirror in front of me, not one sign left of my previous manhood. A sobering thought indeed.

When Mom brought up this idea, I wrongly guessed that I would just put on a dress, maybe a little makeup, a wig and fill in as sis’s Maid of Honor. Wedding going off as planned, return to my life as a male and everything will revert to normal around the house once again. Shows a little about my level of intelligence doesn’t it.

Once my hairstyle was brushed out I received clothes appropriate for this body. Bra, panties, and thigh high stockings were slipped on me, as I tried to deal with the feelings they caused on me. Before I could make a judgment about those pieces of clothing the dress was added, zipped up the back, then a pair of high heels slipped on to my feet. It did take me a few minutes to adjust to being in the heels, then half an hour before I could walk without stumbling.

As a last thought my throat was sprayed, my voice now several octaves higher, almost squeaky. Nina is now real, as real as modern science can produce. Mom walked right past me when she came into the salon, not even recognizing her new daughter.

When we returned home I was taken to the guest cottage at the back of the property, Mom wanting to be sure that no one made the connection between me and Stacy’s sister. I was fed some takeout she had picked up, helped into a nightie and tucked into bed, The first time she has done this to me in years. No complaints from me, today has been stressful, once away from the salon the days activities catching up with me quickly.

The next morning Sis got her first look at her Maid of Honor, previously known as her brother. The squeal she let loose sure to affect my hearing permanently. My breasts got groped, and she stuck her finger into my new piece of lower anatomy, with me having to remove it, since it was causing all kinds of new feelings and emotions.

I presume she now thinks that Mom’s idea is the cat’s meow, her squeals and enthusiasm bordering on hysteria. Of course, she had to help dress me, handling the new equipment more than necessary. A couple of times I caught her reminiscing about her and Stacy’s dreams about prospective boyfriends and husbands. My portrayal of a female undoubtedly believable to her, seeing me now as her BFF.

I did get to try on Stacy’s dress, it fit perfectly, not a wrinkle anywhere to be seen. The heels for the wedding party were taller than what I wore home from the salon, so I had to spend the better part of the day learning to maneuver in them.

A meeting later in the evening of all the wedding party participants where I was introduced to everyone. Marty’s best man was to be my escort during all of the wedding activities so we spent a little time talking about the big event. I did feel a little awkward around him, he seemed to be somewhat fond of me, way too touchy feely for my tastes. I liked him, but handling emotions usually reserved for a female made things difficult for me. Too much too soon.

Then a rogue thought flashed through my mind, what if he wants to kiss me later, what am I going to do. I shook my head trying to displace that thought. It worked somewhat, but the bra strap slipping off my shoulder did a better job of making me forget. I did get some interest from one of the groomsmen, striking up a conversation with me and getting me a drink when mine was empty. I was so worried at the attention I was receiving, not having any idea how to handle it. I kept my distance and spoke as little as possible, letting them do all the talking. Apparently that only made me more desirable. I got several hugs when the get together was officially over, several lasting longer than anticipated. Thankfully no kisses except from Heather, a kiss on the cheek and a thank you delivered with a few tears evident on her cheek.

She did walk me back to the cottage, helped me get undressed and made us some tea. She mentioned Chad, the groomsman that I had last talked too, suggesting that I reel him in, a quite desirable young male, who is handsome and well to do. I was bright red, what I had done trying to cope she saw as innocent flirting on my part.

I did get thanked profusely for my efforts on her behalf, with her promising to be my Maid of Honor when I married. That statement delivered among a fit of giggling, then she kissed me on the lips and left. I did have to braid my hair before I laid down, the stylist coming to do our hair in the morning would not like to detangle my hair before she could style it. I used the moisturizer they had given me at the salon, the one other time I used it last night I could already see a big difference in the softness of my skin.

Another day, more to put up with. I got up early, grabbed something to nibble on, the stylist from the salon would be here shortly. My hair was worked on for over an hour, the end result absolutely fabulous. Makeup checked then helped into my dress. I had to wait as the other females in the wedding party were prepared, the time seeming to crawl. Finally all were done and we made our way to the church in several limos. More waiting while everyone else showed up.

We made the walk down the aisle causing quite a bit of tittering from the assembled guests. Heather looked quite beautiful, as stated her vows. Then the couple almost ran back up the aisle, anxious to get to the honeymoon part.

The reception though had to come first, lots of dancing and good times had by all. I found myself dancing with quite a few of the males, even the groom took advantage of a dance with me. As we were completing the dance he whispered in my ear, thanking me for filling in for Stacy. Something far and beyond the duties of a brother. I of course blushed several shades of red, but did allow him to kiss me in thanks. Till the reception was over with I had to dance with quite a few males, all fo them more than eager to dance with me. Most of them kissed me after the dance, my face showing the effects their kisses had on me.

I did manage one trip to the ladies bathroom, nature having to be allowed for. When I returned to the dance floor I had a line waiting for a dance with me.

Finally the reception was over, the married couple on their way to their honeymoon and all of the females in the wedding party heading home. When we got back home, Mom and I made our way to our bedrooms and undressed, I was especially happy to shed the heels, I had manged to be able to walk in them, but it felt so good to shed them for a while. I slipped on a nightie to relax in, ny hair and makeup making a return to some form of masculine presence not possible tonight. Out to the kitchen and a diet soda to quench my thirst. Mom shared in the action wanting to talk with me before I slipped off to bed.

She was blunt, telling me that I needed to stay in the female role for awhile, then consider adopting the gender change permanently. Since several of the things done to me would be with me for several weeks, a more logical resolution of my future. It wasn’t until later when I returned to my bedroom that I found my closets empty, not a piece of male clothing to be found anywhere.

I kind of expected this, the talk and no male clothes, Mom too happy with another daughter to let me slip back into a male gender. I was tired though so I crawled into bed and soon was sound asleep. Not physically tired but mentally drained from the days activities.

I dreamed of brides, weddings and dresses all night, waking up to a bright cheery day filled with expectations and dreams. I found a cute dress in my closet, donned it and went to find Mom, She was nibbling on some fruit, wanting to know if I was willing to go shopping with her today. I paused for a second or two, then smiled and told her sure. We made a day of it, finding lots of female clothes that we just had to have.

I never did return to the male mind set, quite content to spend my time in the female gender. I even dated a few of the males from the wedding party, one in particular I was smitten with. I imagine there will be another wedding in my future, with Heather as my Maid Of Honor and me in a gorgeous wedding dress. Wedding jitters most likely, ending up in love, romance, and happiness.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Ellen; Given A New Direction In Life

Ellen; Given A New Direction In Life

I was back with Janey, my social worker and salvation in this screwed up life of mine. I found myself in foster care when I was only three, Mom deciding she wanted nothing to do with me and Dad deciding that a life with his sister was much preferred to him dealing with me. Jackie, his sister, tried her best to help raise me, but she was struggling to keep employed and keep a roof over her head. Somehow she managed to keep us above water, although when I got old enough to push a lawn mower around I did a few of the neighbor’s yards to add a few dollars to the pot each week.

His sister ended up in a car accident when I was thirteen and unable to take care of me anymore. A phone call notified me of the car accident and her hospitalization. I didn’t know what to do since I didn’t have any means to get out or to go see her in the hospital. So I did nothing, keeping myself holed up in her house. It was a scary few days with no one home before a next door neighbor discovered me alone and took me in. A few calls later and I was placed in state care until my aunt could take care of me again.

I found myself being picked up by Janey, a few days later, the only apparent option left for me. I stayed with her for a couple of weeks while she looked for a foster family that would take me. Lots of interviews with prospective parents but no takers. I was too muddy, too dirty, and too rowdy for any family to want me. The main reason I was ignored is my age.

Janey did her usual miracle and managed to find someone that would take me, but it didn’t last. So for the next eight years I got passed from one family to another, even doing a couple of stints with Janey again when there was no takers for a while. I was quiet, by today’s standards a loner. Once I got to the ripe old age of fifteen if there was other children in my foster home I tried to help the mother take care of them. It cost me many nice homes, the mother not knowing what to do when a young male started helping with the younger children. I changed diapers, fed the babies bottles and fed more than my share of toddlers their meals. I comforted them, played with them and tried to keep them quiet and livable with. At first the mother loved it, but then my success at taking care of the kids got to them, and Janey was asked to move me somewhere else.

I had no idea why taking care of the other kids appealed to me. It seemed the right thing to do, even though young males never did things like that. I enjoyed it, till I got sent away again, it was fun playing with the younger kids, something I really liked to do. Taking care of them filled some basic need in me, maybe my lack of anything like that as I grew up made it so desirable now.

I liked Janey, she understood me better than the others, but usually had a houseful of other children needing a family just as bad as I did. When I was with her I tried to help her as much as possible, hoping she would decide to keep me and not put me back out in the system. There was more than a few heart felt good byes, when I was hauled off to another family, the tears coming way too easily.

This time I was nearing the end of my time in foster care. On my next birthday I would officially be out of the system. Good in a way but with no skills and a very poor education I seemed doomed from the start. I attended school, but learning anything had a very low priority with me, I could read and do some simple math but that was about it. I did manage to stay out of trouble during high school, a miracle in itself. I knew in the back of my mind that if I got into trouble my only friend and supporter would probably abandon me. So I tried so hard to stay away from the trouble makers, although it was almost impossible. When I didn’t join in with them I became a target, a smaller than normal male who couldn’t fight them off and couldn’t avoid them. On several occasions I was beaten, at least it was confined to bruises and a broken rib or two. Believe me high school was not a pleasant time for me.

Janey had picked me up from my last foster family a few days ago, wanting me to stay with her until I was released from foster care. I got taken to dinner a few times, nothing fancy just a fast food place with something other than burgers and fries. She tried to question me on what I was planning to do, but I had no plans so I remained closed mouth and aloof. She took me with her when she was moving a child to a different family, or when someone new was being added to the system. I guess, in this case, I was her token representative member of the system, someone who had survived it and was getting out.

We had just picked up a girl almost my age, her clothes so tattered that they barely covered her body. Janey headed to the mall, a clothing shop there furnishing a lot of clothes for females in foster care. I had to go in with her, she always wanted me within her sight, I guess she was afraid I would run off if left alone. I doubted I would even consider it, since there was no place to run to for me.

The girl’s name was Crystal, even though she was almost clothes less she had a nice personality and very outgoing. When not dealing with Janey directly she hung around me, asking lots of questions and trying to draw me into conversation. I walked off a couple of times, ending up in their lingerie department, a bright red occupying my face as soon as I realized where I was at. Well, Crystal saw her chance and blocked my exit, holding up pairs of panties and a bra or two to get a rise out of me. I blushed even more, doubting I could stand much longer, with as much blood leaving my lower extremities. Of course, Janey picked that time to show up asking what we found that we just had to have. I had just taken a pantie and bra set from Crystal and was placing them back on the table when she showed up. Crystal raised my hand with the offending items clearly showing in my hand.

Janey smiled, well they will probably look good on you, but we need to find your right size. She grabbed an assistant and had both of us measured, Crystal giggling away and Janey with a huge grin on her face. I unfortunately lived through it, a quickie heart attack would probably be welcomed at that moment. Janey looked through the assortment on the table finding both of us the correct sizes, then hauled us off to a changing room. I had on my brakes the whole way, but with Janey pulling and Crystal pushing and tickling me when I didn’t move fast enough, I ended up in a changing room with Janey as she was slipping off my t-shirt and undoing my belt. A couple of times she gave me her patented hard look, one that meant she wanted me to behave and do as I was told.

I learned the meaning of that look many years ago, when I didn’t behave in school one day. As soon as she got me home she pulled me across her lap and I received a spanking I will never forget. It was on the patio, and she had pulled down my pants to make it a most memorable occasion. I am sure my wailing could be heard all through the neighborhood. She succeeded in making an impression on me, I will never forget that spanking.

She fastened the bra around me, and had me slide the panties up my legs and then to my waist. I was so red, and my mouth suddenly dry and unable to utter a sound. She appraised my look, then gathered my pants and shirt and told me to wait here for her. As if I was going anywhere dressed in only a bra and panties. Time seemed to crawl along, I was wandering if she had abandoned me and how I would get out of this mess if she did. I had no money, and the few items I was wearing were not paid for.

She poked her head back in, gave me a giggle and handed me a dress to put on. At first, it looked to be a long shirt but once I had my arms in the sleeves there was no doubt about it being a dress. Janey helped straighten the dress on me, then turned me around and zipped me up. Oh gawd, she expects me to wear this. I stuttered, started a sentence several times but nothing coherent came out of my mouth. Then Crystal poked her head in, dressed in the same dress as I was wearing. I got hugged by her, almost squeezed to death and kissed on the lips and cheeks several times. Now my mind was total goo, both mouth and mind out of operation for the foreseeable future.

Just like that we went up to the checkout, she paid for our items and we headed back to her car. A short ride home after a quick stop to get something to eat for dinner, then into her house. I started to head to the bedroom I had been using, but was told to wash my hands and set the table. Crystal had to get something for us to drink, then we sat to eat our dinner. I was quiet, feeling totally out of my element, although I had tried to watch Janey and Crystal and sit like they did. After dinner was over with, Janey had Crystal and I clean up and do the few dishes that we had used. Crystal was happy, smiling and trying to get me involved in her one sided conversation. Finally Janey called us into the front room, having us sit on the sofa facing her. My heart skipped a beat, not again was my only thought. On more than one occasion I had set like that, usually getting told of me being sent away again.

Janey stared at me wanting to know what I had decided to do with my life. I just stared back, no idea what so ever of what to do or how to achieve that. Then Janey dropped her bombshell, since I didn’t have any plans I was being drafted to be her daughter, full time until I decide to get married and have children. Crystal will be my sister, and you both will have to help me with the children, as they come and go. Now there is no discussion on this, since you have no plans and Crystal needs a sister this is how it is going to be. You will share a room, so head down there and clean it up and decide which bed is yours, I will allow a few things to make it more personable, but we have to keep the expenses in line. There are quite a few dresses at the agency, we will check what fits and expand your wardrobe some tomorrow.

Get going we have several appointments in the morning you need to be rested and alert when we head out. For tonight, sleep in your panties and bra, until I can rectify that situation and no hanky panky or you will both be standing instead of sitting for quite some time. I am sure Ellen can advise you of a previous spanking she has endured, I suggest that both of you consider your actions carefully tonight before you cause me to discipline you both.

I didn’t know what to think about her calling me Ellen, the first time she has used that name with me. Most of the time she just called me child, she never liked my name Lane, refusing to use it most of the time.

Crystal took off running for the bedroom, anxious to claim her bed for the near future. Last night she had slept in Janey’s room, so there was no conflict. When I finally made it to the door, she was already down to her underwear sprawled out on the bed by the window. I got a huge smile from her, then she attacked me, quickly divesting me of my dress and shoes. I was quickly pulled into this huge hug, my ribs would not stand many of these. I hugged her back, her enthusiasm very contagious, even for a loner like me. I told her we better get things straightened up, I was sure Janey would be down here soon to check on our progress. We spent the next thirty minutes putting things away, something I should have done when I was given the room in the first place, but my laziness had convinced me to put it off. Of course, it was done with us only in our underwear, neither of us thinking anything of it.

We each were laying on a bed when the warden came to inspect, we did receive a smile and a job well done. I was curious as to why I was dressed as a female, but not sure how to bring it up in conversation. Crystal to the rescue, stating it clearly and right to the point. “Ellen wants to know why she is going to be dressed as a female, I am curious, although I think she makes a better female than she does a yucky male.”

“Well, since Ellen has always evaded anything dealing with her future, I decided for her. To change to something else she has to first think of what she wants to do, and then plan how to get there. Since she will be dressed as a female now, each week a little more feminine looking, a proper incentive to get her juices flowing. If she does nothing than a life as a wife and Mother are in her future, something she knows quite a bit about, since she has experienced so many different styles and takes on the subject as she grew up in the system. Besides I always wanted a daughter, Ellen is available and has nowhere else to go thanks to her lack of planning, so a logical solution to my problem. I know she needs a sister like you, so we have a match made in heaven. Now give me a kiss and get to sleep, tomorrow a whole new day of delights and discoveries.”

We both received our kisses and soon we both drifted off, Crystal very pleased to be my sister, eagerly looking forward to our adventures together. I am sure with her they will indeed be adventures, her eagerness and pushiness surely to cause me some grief, maybe that is what I have been missing in life someone to push and shove me to do something instead of just sitting on my ass. As all of this was running through my overworked mind I caught myself rubbing my hand over my bra, a pleasant feeling causing some tingles to spread all over my body as my eyes slowly closed.

I was up early, lying in bed going over what happened yesterday, trying to figure out how I was roped into participating in this, something I never had any inkling to do before in my life. Just the fact that I was wearing a bra and panties a million to one possibility that had come to pass. I made my way to the bathroom, did my business and then took a quickie shower. I found a new set of lingerie to wear when I emerged, and a dashing nude Crystal as she pushed past me to get her shower. I twisted and turned a couple of times to get a better look at my image in the mirror, Crystal giggling about how vain I had become in the short time I have been dressing as her sister. I was out in the bedroom, dressed in bra and panties, before I realized I could have dug out some male clothes to wear today, that thought never even crossed my mind. We were soon both dressed in the dresses from yesterday, and making our way to the kitchen. Janey was ready for us, handing us each a purse and then herded us out to her car.

She drove us to her office, after stopping and finding some nourishment for us. At the office she showed us the rooms with all the clothes from past children that have went through the system and somehow not needed the clothes. She told us to try stuff on and pick out at least four outfits for each of us. I made my way through the pile, but Crystal was like a female possessed tearing through each pile of clothes, items being flung every which way. Considering the clothes she showed up in yesterday I could see her excitement at being able to pick from all of these clothes. Janey went off to do some paperwork, telling us our next appointment was in two hours.

The time seemed to fly by, even I got enthused at some of the selections that were there to choose from. With our selections in hand, that Janey insisted we try on first, we headed to her car again, destination unknown. Yes, I ended up with five more dresses, all of them quite feminine and lacy. Next stop was one of the major department stores where more underwear was purchased for us. I was red in the face again, the panties and bras were so feminine, not anything a normal young male would be caught in at any time in his life.

Then on to our next destination, a beauty salon that was so huge, my mouth wide open as my eyes tried to take in all of this. I looked at Crystal, swallowed hard and then tried to get Janey to not make me go in there. Bits and pieces of words stumbled out of my mouth, I doubt she could make any sense out of them, her smile telling me that I would indeed be going in there, I could sense Lane vanishing totally very soon, Ellen will be the one to take his place. Of course, Crystal was at the door, eager to get inside, her new sister in tow right behind her. I tried my best to grab hold of the door to prevent my body from entering the salon, nothing good can happen for me in a place that is so feminine. I was holding my own till Janey came up from behind me lifting me up and carrying me the rest of the way into the salon.

Not difficult for her since she is nearly six foot tall, while I am barely five foot six and a skinny waif to boot. I was taken right back to a separate room and helped out of my dress, then my bra and panties. I was expecting something to happen to my hair, maybe some makeup, not them to be working on my poor excuse for a body. Janey leaned over, giving me a hug and kiss telling me to be good, then taking my clothes and disappearing out into the salon. I hung on to her as Janey started to leave, the lady coming in to work on me disrupting my attempts to keep from being alone. So now I found myself alone, naked and scared to death of what was coming next.

I was helped up onto a table and soon what little masculine hair I had managed to accumulate on my body was whisked away. Goose pimples sprouted everywhere, a certainly different feeling than I had ever experienced before. She moved between my legs and soon junior was hidden away from view, a most feminine slit now the only item occupying that space. As soon as my feet were released I quickly closed my legs, trying to prevent anything from entering that slit, or even getting close to it. Suddenly I was feeling very confused, at a loss for what to do.

I felt very vulnerable, an emotion I had no experience with in my life so far. It was like I now was destined to be sought after, not the other way around. I had never had enough confidence to talk with girls my own age, never been on a date and maybe knew two or three females by name at my old school. My theory was to avoid contact, hence avoiding any problems that might come along with the familiarity. I was quickly classified and labeled and soon had even less people to talk to, I then become someone to be avoided at all cost. Names soon followed and even an attempt to bully me from the resident gang in place. I was a faster runner able to slip in among the crowd, managing to avoid being caught, even then there was way too many close calls.

Next the lady, who introduced herself as Kayla, moved to my chest, laying two sizable blobs on my chest, my breathing became ragged, as I struggled to get enough air into my lungs to keep from passing out. She held my hand getting me to calm down, laying my hand on one of the blobs and telling me to just hold it, it will not harm you, but to be Janey’s daughter it is a must for your appearance. I did finally get control of my emotions as she glued the breast form to my chest. The seams were covered up, now they looked like they had been there from the start. She left to get some more supplies, as I stood up and walked to the full length mirror in the room. I stared at my image, not what I was used to seeing when I looked in the mirror, but also not something to be ashamed of. Crystal and Janey had come to the door of the room and were watching me survey my new image.

When they saw that little smile that I quickly tried to hide, they knew Lane was history. I got hugged, our breasts being squashed in the hug. A wonderful feeling, a feeling of belonging that I have never experienced before. I know that is silly, just because I now had boobs doesn’t make me a female, but for once in my life I felt like one. I wouldn’t let go of the hug, it felt so good, then when Crystal pried her way in between Janey and I, it felt even better.

Kayla returned to the room her hands full, telling the other two to leave. “Now I need to make her beautiful so please step out so that I can see to the rest of the transformation.” The two girls left, while Kayla went right to work. She aimed a gun like thing at my ears then several warm spots later the laser had made holes for my earrings, A stud and a long dangle earring in each ear, was the end result. I must admit the image of the earrings in my ear made me smile even more. The one dangling on my neck, especially noteworthy as little shivers spread through my body as I moved my head.

Next my eyebrows became the target as she removed most of them. It hurt at first, then it dulled some as she shaped them into high arches. Believe me there was not much left of my original eyebrow, the high arches making my face look quite feminine. I was still scared, but also fascinated at the change in my appearance. Just a few things and now Ellen was real, she had boobs, a cute slit and now a feminine face. I closed my eyes, allowing the new image to infiltrate my mind, it was surreal, once a male now a cute female. Did I just refer to myself as cute, I guess the mind has joined the meltdown, rational thought has apparently ceased, hopefully not forever.

Kayla washed my hair, conditioned it then cut it into a feminine style. I had let it grow in length to my shoulders, according to Kayla plenty long enough to give me a cute feminine style. Then came the curlers, it seemed to be hundreds as she wound my hair onto them. A stint under the dryer to set the curls while she worked on my nails. My nails were filed, cleaned and polished a bright red. She told me on my next appointment I would receive extensions, making my hands look smaller and daintier. As my hair dried I raised my hand often to look at my nails, the small smile getting bigger with every glance at my changes.

Once I was set under the hair dryer Crystal joined me her hair in curlers too. When she first saw me she squealed, delighted in my new appearance. I took in her changes, she seemed to be getting the same thing as me, her eyebrows now very fine arches high above her eye. Same earrings as me, but her nail polish was a bright pink instead of my dark red. Because of the noise of the hair dryers it was hard to have a conversation, although she never stopped talking at me, I will need to remember to ask what she was saying once we get out from under the dryers. My new sister sure loves to talk, I reached out and squeezed her hand, to let her know I appreciated her being with me and so supportive.

My hair got dried first, so I was the first one ready for makeup. Kayla made it look so simple going through each step as she applied my makeup. I got foundation, eyeliner and several coats of mascara. According to Kayla my lashes are my best feature, followed by my lips. I watched mesmerized as the last vestiges of my former male face disappeared. My hair was taken out of the curlers, now I had bangs, curly tendrils everywhere and a most feminine hairstyle. When Kayla said she was done I was up and had her in a hug thanking her for making me so pretty. Janey watched as I showed my appreciation then gave me some money to tip her for her extraordinary efforts.

I quickly attacked Janey, hugging her as hard as I could. She was giggling, and trying to keep from getting squeezed to death. I leaned in closer thanking her for making me her daughter, I will do everything in my power to make it up to you for as long as I live. As those words left my mouth I could feel tears seeping into my eyes. Janey checked with Kayla making sure she had used waterproof mascara, as my emotions caught up with me and I started bawling. Everything is so wonderful, Janey has chosen me to be her daughter, I now have a sister, and I love my new image. The best thing is I now have a true home, something that evaded me for years. Things can’t get any better or can they.

The three of us returned home, made some lunch and then Janey announced she had to go and pick up some children that were going to be out guests till Monday morning. I was at the door first, purse in hand and eager to help out. I owed Janey so much, maybe I can repay some of it this way. Of course, Crystal was right behind me, as we made the trip to a house on the other side of town. The father was being transferred to a job out of state and they could no longer act as foster parents.

The kids were bawling, apparently they had been treated as family, something they had never experienced in life before. I took the little girl and Crystal grabbed hold of the boy and we led them out to the car. We helped them in, holding them close to us, their head on our shoulders. We let then cry it out, but whispered to them and made them feel wanted. By the time we got back home the bawling had stopped, now just a few tears leaking out every once in a while. We played a few games with them, mainly to keep their minds off being separated from a loving couple. We all helped make dinner, way too many hands but at least they were included in the preparation.

After washing up and putting all the dishes away, it was time for bed, as we led them to the guest bedroom. We helped them get dressed for bed, after a bath, then read them a couple of stories to help them get to sleep. They drifted off as we turned off the lights and headed to our own beds. It wasn’t an hour later when our door creaked open and two little munchkins scooted into the room. They sneaked into bed with us cuddling as close to us as they could. I mouthed to Crystal is was alright, we had both been lonely in the past, just wanting to be near someone would made such a difference. One little munchkin for each of us.

They stayed with us for a week before Janey found another family to take them in. Another trip, this time to introduce them to their new foster parents. I think it went well, time will tell, I know the family having some pets hit the spot, the little girl having a ball with a kitten and the little boy dragging a puppy everywhere he went. The boy in particular got lots of licks from the puppy, someone now to play with. When we left the kids were laying on the front room floor sound asleep, their new pets stretched out on their laps, tails a wagging.

That week’s happenings were repeated many times over the next couple of months, Janey making sure that Crystal and I were involved in every instance. Sometimes it was so sad, kids that were brought into this world, but were never treated as family. In some cases the kids were half starved, not knowing when their next meal was coming from. In others, the kids were subject to the frustrations of their parents, if things did not go as planned the kids were the ones at fault. We picked up one girl, with a sheriff’s deputy at our side from a single father. The marks on her body were many, the girl came with us as the father was arrested and taken to jail. A neighbor had went to check on the girl, seen the recent marks of a beating and called 911. The father had cussed at the lady, for intruding on his privacy as she retreated to her home.

We took the girl to a hospital where she was checked out and photos of all her injuries, both past and present were taken to use as evidence against the father. We stayed the night with her, then the next morning she went home with us. These cases bothered Janey the most, one saved but no telling how many more were out there needing some help.

When we weren’t moving kids around Janey was secure in her office working on something. I tried to do all the cooking and cleaning, that way at least she will have some more time to gather her thoughts. It was about two weeks later when she got a phone call early on a Saturday morning. I knew it wasn’t work, seldom do they call on the weekends. She talked to the caller for over an hour, then hung up and yelled for us to put on some jeans and be ready in ten minutes. Crystal and I made it downstairs quickly, wondering what we were going to do.

In the car we headed out of town, down some back roads and then up a drive to an old farm. There was another car there waiting for us, an older lady getting out and greeting Janey. It turns out she is a realtor and this farm is up for sale. I smiled, Janey is going to set up a place for kids that need help. I had mentioned something like this to her when we first met, but life and work got in the way, so it wasn’t discussed further. My comment was it would sure be nice if she had a farm, where the kids could come and stay, do something for their upkeep and learn something at the same time.

Janey went off with the lady, while Crystal and I explored the barn and out buildings. It needed work, but things looked solid enough, just dirty and littered with trash. There were a couple of fenced fields, a chicken coop on the back side of the barn and numerous small fenced areas right next to the barn. I went into one area and pulled a carrot from the site of a previous garden, then noticed the bushes lining one of the fences were berry bushes. Crystal found a blackberry, and before long her fingers showed signs of the many tasty treats she had eaten.

We met back up with Janey and the real estate lady in the house, they were sitting in the kitchen discussing the piece of property. Sis and I went to explore the house, although dirty it would be perfect for us, lots of bedrooms for lots of needy children. The kitchen needed some work, a lot of the appliances were old and would need to be replaced. The myriad of windows throughout the house made it look so inviting, cheery and comfy. I was already convinced, I just hope Janey was like minded.

The real estate lady went back to her office to confer with the owners of the property, while the three of us continued to look around. Janey wanted us to take a pad and pencil listing all the things that would need fixing, with a star next to it if it was an immediate concern. Two hours later the lady returned, telling Janey the owners had accepted her bid on the property. She had brought a sales contract back with her, they went over it and Janey signed it. It turns out that Janey had offered quite a bit less than what they were asking, since the place had been vacant for so long and needed quite a few repairs. The sales lady had convinced the owners that their might not be other bids, better to accept this one than not be able to sell it later.

We sat on some benches under a large oak tree and Janey told us what she had planned. The state had come to the conclusion that some kids just did not fit into the foster family system. So they got moved a lot, some ran off and others turned to crime and were sent to juvie. A farm where the kids could live and work some to help sustain their existence would be perfect. If they learned a trade, or just some experience that would later help sustain their life it would be much better than the system as it is now. Janey got approval, if she set it up and had a place the state would partially compensate her for each kid, the rest of their expenses would have to be earned from the kids or made up by Janey.

The kids assigned would be the problem kids, ones that had been to many foster families already and just didn’t fit in anywhere or the ones that had been abused and needed some time to heal. “I have had this in mind for quite some time, a daughter of mine having originally thought up the idea.” That said as she eyed me up and smiled. “There will be a lot of work, a lot of sweat involved, so do I have some help on this or am I am my own.”

We both attacked Janey our exuberance ended up landing all three of us on the ground behind the bench. Then followed lots of giggling as we walked around the property again, all three of us seeing what all had to be done and what we had missed seeing before.

It was almost sundown when we left for home, all of us excited at the future and what lay ahead. I was already thinking of what I needed to research on the internet, raising chickens, having a cow, tending a garden, maybe some goats. Then I needed to make a list of things we would need for cleaning the farm house. So much to do, but so exciting too.

Janey told us it would take ten days for the sale to go through, since she was paying cash for the property before we could start working there. She also had her regular job to do too, so evening and weekends would be spent getting the place ready. I was ready now, but knew I would have to wait.

The sale did go through as planned, and we got the keys to the place a few days later. The three of us worked at the farm two nights a week, taking some sleeping bags and staying the night to keep from having to drive back to town late at night. The weekends we spent both days cleaning and making repairs to the house. It was hard work but also fun, Crystal’s enthusiasm making the time pass quickly. Five weeks later we hired a moving van to move our possessions to the farm. While things were being put up I made some dinner, as we gathered around the fireplace to nibble on what I made. It was decided that Crystal and Janey would finish up in the house while I started on the outside.

Four weeks later we went to pick up our first child, a four year old that suffered from bouts of depression, becoming violent at times. I saw the young boy and quickly held him in my arms hugging him to death. He responded to me, laying his head on my shoulder and letting out such a huge sigh. For the next few weeks he was my constant companion, going everywhere with me. If Janey did not catch him he usually sneaked into bed with me, laying as close to me as he could get. Over time I gave him small jobs to help me, as he gained some confidence in himself. In the five weeks he had been with us he never had another episode of depression, he just needing someone to love him and be with.

When I had the pens ready for the goats we planned to get, he went with us to pick them out, the smile on his face priceless. I gave him the responsibility of taking care of them, even though he was young he acted quite responsible for his age. The family that had sold us the goats came by often to make sure we were doing alright with them. After a few visits they asked if he would like to live with them. He immediately looked at me, and I nodded, then ran to the Mother and jumped into her arms. They visit often, the child so happy and content.

Of course, he was not the only child we had taken in, just one of many. Some eventually finding homes. Others still with us. They all learned something while with us. A skill and experience that might help them later in life. They were a few that would not allow us to help them eventually running away or being sent back to juvie. I know those that Janey could not reach bothered her the most.

I did get to mother quite a few, when too many babies came into the system, we received the overflow. The babies were usually of a mixed race or had some form of deformity that could not be repaired until later in life. I got to change diapers, feed them and dress them, followed by some time spent playing with them. I was so happy, all of my deepest wishes had come true, I had a chance to become a Mother to some kids, yet was able to dress as a female and have a loving Mother myself. A new direction in life, one that I am so lucky to be able to experience.

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