Diane; Surviving The Avalanche

Diane; Surviving The Avalanche

It was a match I was supposed to win easily, against an up and coming female tennis player from a rival high school. Since she is a junior and I am a sophomore we never played each other before. Due to a lack of tennis players in the state, there was no separate male and female teams. Just one team open to either a male or a female. This also applied to several other sports, golf being one of the sports. In the sport of tennis, some of the best players were female, their agility overcoming any male advantage due to the males strength.

The match was part of the state regional playoffs, both of us advancing in the playoffs to eventually end up playing each other. In my way to the playoffs I have played five female players so far, managing to somehow win the matches. Believe me it was not easy, each match extremely contested. The male players tried to bully their way to a win, while the female players used their agility and skill to win a match.

She was definitely ready for me, knowing where my weaknesses were and having a ball exploring every one of them. After the first set which I barely won it was all downhill from there. She ran me from one side of the court to the other, on almost every volley so by the end of the set I was totally pooped. My earlier matches against females were difficult, but nothing compared to this one. In all of my previous tennis matches I have never encountered anyone like her before, so along with being winded I was extremely frustrated.

During the third set I started making mistakes, which allowed her to capitalize on almost every one of mine. I could see she was also not used to such a vigorous game as we played that day, but her determination was much stronger then mine. As I lost the second and third set, we met at the net and she actually hugged me, thanking me for such a great game. While I just scowled at her, my frustration coming to the forefront. I walked off the court, ashamed at my loss, fearing what it would do to my hopes of a pro tennis career. I soon would find out what the end result would be, nothing to do with my proposed career, but everything to do with my hopes for the future.

It was the next day when things started to show up in the school newspaper. Front page article about my loss and an editorial about my play and actions. It was my girlfriend Becky that pointed out the article to me, snickering as she did so. Becky had addressed me as Miss Connely as she handed me the newspaper, a giggle sneaking through her prim and proper smile as she used the greeting.

I looked at the picture thinking that it was one of my opponent yesterday. Wrong, it was one of me that had been apparently photo shopped to make me look like a female. Some makeup on my face, earrings and a huge pink bow on my high ponytail. The shirt I was wearing had been changed from white to a light pink, making the picture all that more believable of a young woman. Luckily for me the picture ended at my waist, no telling what it would look like if it showed my shorts or legs.

The text of the article was even more demeaning, as it listed all of my mistakes yesterday, emphasizing any action of mine that could be considered feminine.

I looked at Becky, wanting to believe that all of this was just an elaborate farce, but her look told me it was real. Then she opened the newspaper to an interior page, showing a picture of me in an evening dress, looking longingly at a mirror, my hair in curls on top of my head and lots more makeup than in the other picture, the lipstick and mascara the most notable. The caption underneath said Homecoming Queen?

Again I recognized the picture, it was the one that a tennis magazine had used in an article about me a little over a year ago. In the original picture I was wearing tennis shorts and a white t-shirt. Whoever changed the picture to that of a female is super talented.

I let out a loud moan, surely this had got to be some kind of weird punishment for something I have done, but for the life of me I could not figure out who I wronged to deserve treatment like this. I tried to get along with every one, my determination to do something with my tennis skills kept me occupied and not interacting with other students. If I wasn’t in classes I was on the court trying to perfect my skills.

Becky than asked me if I knew a Sheila, another loud groan left my mouth, so Becky pulled me to her and sat me down on a bench. I needed to get to class so I tried to leave, but Becky said forget the class we need to get to the bottom of this. The newspaper article has already made the rounds of almost everyone, the few not having picked up a copy given one by their friends. Essentially, you are the only topic at school today.

I told her Sheila was one of my first girlfriends at high school, we dated a couple of times but I didn’t feel anything with her, so I made excuses and we went our separate ways. I did hear from a few of her friends that she was upset because I dumped her, vowing to get even one day. I don’t remember me dumping her, I just ceased to be around her usual hangout spots, so we never saw each other much after that. The few times that Sheila tried to call me, I just ignored the calls.

Becky read me a passage again from the article shaking her head as she did so. Top tennis hopeful beaten by a female, Although still in the semi-finals because of past wins, this reporter suggests that she start dressing as a female, the likelihood of needing a male in her life now seems to be a sure thing. Some strong male to take care of her. With her long hair and a figure that suggests that a woman exists underneath, a much better approach to her career than as a tennis star. I know of several males that are interested, I can make a few suggestions if she can’t catch a suitable one by herself.

Becky then told me one of the things I had done wrong.

“You can’t leave a female like that, so I don’t blame her for her response. You should have talked it out suggesting that you still could be friends, but by just avoiding her she came to her own conclusions probably none of which were true. I have heard a few things about Sheila, if even part of them are true you have not heard the last of this, believe me.”

Becky did ask if I wanted to go shopping for my feminine wardrobe later at the mall, she would be glad to accompany me and make sure that I picked out things that would help attract a male, someone to take care of me. That statement followed by a severe exaggerated case of giggling.

If the initial story had been disastrous the follow ups that appeared for the next few weeks were so over the top that I started hating to show up for school. Then the petitions appeared for having the school change my gender status to female. That in itself could be over looked, but the number of students that signed them left me speechless. Surely the school would not act on the petition, it was just a bunch of people suggesting to the school that I should be classified in the female gender and not as a male.

Sheila caught me between classes on Friday, two weeks later, the smirk on her face ear to ear as she handed me a certificate for a full body makeover at a salon, along with the school paperwork granting my wish to be considered a female for the rest of my schooling. She calmly walked away, muttering that I didn’t need to thank her, it was the least she could do for a fellow female.

Oh gawd, what do I do now? I almost threw up, my nerves suddenly raw and tense. I ditched my last classes, with tears starting to form I made my way out to my car and then headed home.

Somehow I made it home, as soon as I cleared the door I made a frantic phone call to Becky, my only words to her were help. She told me she would be right over, as I put down the receiver, my mother cleared her throat behind me and I slumped in the nearest chair, my head in my hands and about to start sobbing.

I then noticed the pile of clothes that had been delivered to the house this morning. The clothing a result of her campaign for females to donate their unwanted clothing to me, so I could dress appropriately and catch my man, any man. It was suggested in the articles often that I needed all the help I could get, otherwise I will end up an old unmarried spinster.

I felt Mom’s arms around me, since she was sitting on the arm of the chair, the best she could do with how I was sitting. I cried and cried, not realizing how long the tears flowed. A second set of arms soon engulfed me, Becky now here for me. They pulled me to my feet and dragged me to a sofa, after moving all of my new wardrobe off to other chairs to make room for us. I was pulled tighter to them, and held tightly until I ran out of tears.

Becky was the first one to speak. You have some pretty clothes there, you are going to share with me aren’t you? I raised my head, staring at her. You have got to be kidding, my life is a disaster and you want to borrow one of my dresses. The crying started all over again, I had just referred to the pile of dresses as mine, surely the world has gone bonkers. Meanwhile Becky had been reading the school paperwork on my gender change. Her oh my god startled both Mom and me.

“Diane you have got bigger problems here, since you are officially a female, you have to adhere to the dress code for females, failure to do so will get you expelled from school. The note at the bottom of your gender change states since you have requested this change, the school will enforce the dress code to the full extent in your particular case.”

Attached to the gender change request was a copy of the dress code for females, parts of it highlighted. It seems parts of the dress code had not been enforced since it was enacted, but now all of these parts will suddenly apply to me. Surely things could not get worse than they were, but my karma was apparently setting at zero, as Becky read the highlighted dress code rules.

Dresses with hose and heels, although the heel height not to exceed three inches.

Hair styled properly for a young lady, no ponytails allowed.

Mascara and lipstick in cosmetics, pierced earrings although no more than one piercing in each ear.

Fingernails to be polished at all times, including toenails if exposed.

Ladylike behavior at all times except for Physical education class if enrolled.

I looked at Becky, the question I wanted answered written on my face. Sure enough on the copy of my changed schedule P.E. had been replaced with Home Ec.

A that moment the phone rang and Mom went to answer it. She returned a few moments later a huge smile on her face. In a calm and straight forward manner she mentioned that was Brad, wanting to know if Diane wanted to go out for ice cream tonight. This time when the name Diane was used I noticed. According to Becky my name in the school records has been changed to Diane, since my gender now is female. You can’t have a female named Dan, at least as far as the school is concerned.

Oh gawd no, I ran to my room and threw myself on my bed sobbing hysterically. Becky did find me there later, laying next to me and cuddling me tight to her. I fell asleep in her arms, waking later when I had to go to the bathroom. As I came back to the bedroom, Becky was sitting on the edge of the bed, a smirk on her face. “Well did you sit to pee like a good girl?”

I started to tear up but Becky grabbed a hold of my shoulders and shook me till I was facing her, her hands now holding my head so that I had to look in her eyes. “This is the world you are going to have to live in for awhile, so face the obvious facts and lets get on with life. She leaned in and planted an erotic kiss on my lips, then pulled back and took something out of her purse. I felt the lipstick on my lips as she carefully applied it. Then she leaned in again, her lips touching mine in anticipation. The kiss was so good, our lips sharing the lipstick intimately.

I have never felt anything so erotic in my life, as she tried to pull away I followed her lips wanting more. She gave in and attacked my lips once more. As she had to pull away to get another breath, her smirk had returned. “Well Miss Connely that was some kiss, I am not sure whether you will need a male to take care of you, but you just try and leave me. I guess I am now a lesbian, proud of it too. You are mine, every square inch of your soon to be feminine body is mine, all mine.

Her comment caused me to remember the gift certificate for the body makeover, digging in my notebook where I had placed it, I found it and showed it to Becky. She read what it entailed, then squealed in delight as she grabbed her cell phone and called the salon for an appointment. I reached for her phone, trying to take it away from her, not wanting anything to do with a body makeover. Becky evaded me running down the stairs and out on the patio.

I followed her but was way laid by my own Mother, holding me and keeping me from going out to her. I was hugged, and relaxed into the hug, all of this just too much for my feeble mind to handle. Tears sprouted again, gawd I am acting like a female already, crying like there is no tomorrow, but still dressed in male clothes and with no makeup on. Well, there was the lipstick, although it was more than slightly smeared.

Becky came back in, a huge smile on her face, then whispered something in my Mom’s ear, then grabbed my hand and led me out to her car. I tried to resist, but she easily got me into her car. Before I could get back out she was in the driver’s seat and was backing the car out of the driveway. I let out a huge sigh, and wilted in my seat. I guess there is no way I am going to avoid what is coming. Sheila has me cornered into this scenario, and Becky is having way too much fun seeing that I am transformed into her lesbian lover. I swear I will never play another game of tennis for the rest of my life, this last debacle pretty much ending any chance of me returning to a normal male life, much less a professional career in that sport.

Becky stopped the car right outside the salon door, ran around to help me out of the car and dragged me inside. I had pretty much given up trying to resist, trapped in so many ways, maybe things will turn out alright after all.

Gawd I am now delusional too, I am sure things will get only worse, my trip down the slippery slope now gaining speed. Becky made me follow the technician to where she will perform my makeover, helped me get undressed, then kissed me, grabbed my clothes and told me to be good.

“I will be back later Miss Connelly to get you home and seen to.”

With that she was out the door, my one chance to escape now gone. I am sure I will not make it far naked and without any ID or money. Another large sigh, I wonder if I will ever be able to return to my old life, at the moment that seems very unlikely.

I was helped up onto a table, then coated in a cream that will remove all of my body hair. Junior was included, even though he gets excited when a cream is rubbed on him, today there was no reaction what so ever. I think he realized like myself that his existence is very limited. Once the front side was denuded I was turned over and the back side received the same treatment. I just laid there, each step toward being a female in looks seeming to be unavoidable.

My feet were placed in stirrups, and spread wide as junior was glued to my groin, then covered with a very realistic looking vagina. Just like that I was no longer a member of the male gender. A single tear ran down my cheek, and another sigh escaped my mouth. Now a very feminine slit framed by two puffy lips resided where once I had a male organ. I guess Becky’s new lesbian lover is here to stay.

My lack of breasts were addressed next, a machine was wheeled in and two cups were glued to my chest right above my nipples. Hoses were hooked up to the cups and the machine was turned on, as some of my tissue slipped into the cups as a result of the suction of the pump. I doubted breasts created that way would go away easily, so my sentence as a female now seems long term.

My hair washed and conditioned then put in curlers. While my hair was drying my nails were worked on, ten long elegant nails coated in a pale pink polish was the end result. Of course, toenails to match.

Makeup next, nothing spared as my facial image was now feminine. Ears pierced, then a pair of earrings inserted in the holes.

The machine that was sucking breasts from my chest finally turned off leaving two significant titties on my chest. It had taken the pump six hours to form my breasts, realistic, and overly active. I shook my head, this had got to be some weird dream, but my new appendages bobbing up and down as I tried to breathe kind of proved that it is not a dream, but reality in spades.

Next came the clothes, bra, panties, a slip and a gorgeous dress, again in a pale pink. My hair was removed from the curlers and lightly brushed, a cute pixie style the result. The image in front of me in the mirror was all female, now with a female name and my school records showing me as a member of the female gender, my future seems set in stone.

Before I could break down in tears again Becky showed up, collected me and dragged me to her car. Seven hours after she had dropped me off she now had her lesbian lover and she was determined to take advantage of it. I must add that the seven hours at the salon seemed to be an eternity, as my mind tried to cope with everything and obviously failing to do so. At least I think the worse is over, surely they can’t do much more to me now than what has already been done.

Famous last words as we headed toward school. According to the paperwork attached to the gender change I had to stop in at the office and have a new picture taken for my school ID. Becky did go in with me, I think she was eager to see what else Sheila might come up with, although she was happy so far with the results. I got the picture taken, then when I was handed my student ID I looked at it noticing that I was now classified as a Freshman, not the Sophomore I actually was. I asked the secretary to correct the mistake, she just smiled then showed me my records.

On my records I was a year younger and enrolled as a freshman, all of my classes now female oriented, my physical education classes which allowed me to play tennis missing from my records completely. Instead of PE I now had Home Ec., and several classes in presenting as a female, where they focused on deportment, beauty tips, and dressing for success.

These classes were offered as part of their vocational program for the female that was having trouble with normal classes, so at least they would have some training in surviving in the world after graduation. In other words for the females that were lacking in intelligence but needing something to help in finding someone to take care of them.

According to the secretary it was too late to transfer to a different class, I would be stuck with these classes until the semester break. A huge sigh escaped my lips, and we left the office. Sheila has sure done a job on me, my whole life now confused and frankly an utter disaster.

As Becky helped me to the cafeteria, we passed several signs asking for the students to vote for me for Homecoming Queen. Becky snickered as I finally saw them, assuring me she would vote for me to be the Homecoming Queen. As far as she was concerned there was not a prettier female on campus. She had to take me into the female bathroom as I broke down sobbing and muttering why me over and over again.

Becky got me the rest of the way to the cafeteria eventually, as the crying eased up some. She got me a plate of food, but I had lost my appetite, just pushing the food around on the plate while staring off in the distance. Several of my classmates came up to me, assuring me they would vote for me for Homecoming Queen, but wanted a dance with me in exchange. Becky handled them for me, I was about to enter into another sobbing fit, my mind so confused, not a single rational thought able to emerge from it at the moment.

The plan to attend a class or two today was scraped, since I was in no condition to handle things. I was taken home, enough had happened today to renew my distressed mental state.

I did attend my new classes the next morning, just staring into oblivion as the teacher droned on. Becky met me after my last class, taking me to her car and then home. Mom met us at the door, her look very serious and concerned. I was hugged hard, then she took me into the living room and sat me on the couch. Her on one side of me and Becky on the other, each holding one of my hands. I swallowed hard, apparently more bad news about to be divulged to me.

I apparently have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, my doctor for my sex change having an opening when someone else canceled at the last moment. I was overdue for my hormone shot, and testosterone blocker shot. She wanted me to come dressed as a female, so she could evaluate my presentation, that way if I looked like a passable female she could schedule my SRS for me. Mom thought I should go, not to receive the shots but to be seen by a physician and evaluated on my mental state.

I got up from the couch, walked to my room and collapsed on the bed. I had cried so much there was not any water left for more tears. I closed my eyes and soon was asleep. When I awoke I had to go to the bathroom, the need to pee quite urgent. That in itself a very eye opening experience. I was lost at first, not comfortable using the bathroom as a female. I had done it once earlier today, but had blocked that experience form my mind.

For the rest of the evening I was just there, very little brain activity and even less physical actions or movement. Becky decided I had wallowed enough in my troubles and dragged me out of bed and downstairs. Mom was there along with another lady, who I found out was my doctor for my gender re-assignment. She explained what she knew, feeling that the info she had been given was too good to be true. She had called Mom and they had talked about what had happened so far.

She decided she needed to talk to me and find out what is happening. She had me go through everything that has happened so far, so I did with Becky filling in on a few things that I had forgotten or misquoted. Dr. Phillips did know Sheila, a patient of hers for a while. The doctor had Becky and Mom leave us as she wanted to talk to me alone for a while. Over an hour later they were called back and she explained her thoughts on my condition and what I could do to minimize any further attacks on my masculinity.

According to her my breasts and vagina would be with me for several months before they could be removed. She suggested that I continue with my classes as a female while she checked into my demotion to a freshman and my loss of one years credit in classes that I had taken last year. As far as anybody else is concerned she wanted me to show enthusiasm for my supposed SRS coming up and embrace my nomination for Homecoming Queen. In the meantime she will check with Sheila’s parents as to her behavior and actions recently. In the past she had met them and they were instrumental in her prior treatment of Sheila. She would not tell us anymore or her reason for treating Sheila in the past.

I felt a little better, the cannonball express regarding my gender seemed to be slowing somewhat, a welcome relief. The next few days were weird but livable with, the amount of support that I had seemed to gather for Homecoming Queen was absurd. I stayed out of school on the afternoon of my supposed appointment for my SRS interview and booster shot. I did see Sheila observing me the next morning, so I played it up a little rubbing my behind after trying to sit at my desk.

A few days later, I was approached by one of the jocks, who stammered a little, then in a barely audible voice asked if he could take me to the Homecoming dance. His name was Chad, a starting halfback on the football team. I asked him if he is aware of my true gender, not wanting him to be embarrassed later. He smiled yes I know you were a male, but you look so beautiful and act so much like a female I find that hard to believe.

I figured I would have to go to the dance, Becky and I as a couple would be frowned on by the school administration, so why not. He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek as he thanked me for going with him and skipped off a huge smile plastered on his face.

In truth, I was becoming too comfortable in this female persona, the dresses too hard to pass up and the makeup, underwear and heels almost automatic when I dressed every day. When I had a few moments for myself I was thinking of life after school, a possible spouse to take care of and love, who in return would see to my loving and happiness. Not a normal line of thought for a male. I was still not sure whether that spouse would be male or female, both Becky and Chad giving me goose pimples when I was around them.

I did get elected Homecoming Queen, with over ninety percent of the student body voting for me. Chad was a true gentleman, treating me like I was something special. I made sure he was rewarded for his efforts, the kisses he received after the dance long and erotic. I was affected too, having to cut the reward session short as I was getting too excited myself.

Becky had watched after me at the dance, when we got to my house later I was the recipient of many more kisses and considerable groping. Eventually we fell asleep in each others arms, cuddled tightly together. I think she just wanted to reassert her ownership of me as a lesbian, making sure I knew who owned me lock stock and barrel.

I never did go back to being a male, and ended up experiencing two years as a sophomore but in female related classes. I did graduate in the top ten of my class, Becky just one notch above me.

When I graduated high school, Becky and I were more than a couple, deciding to get married as soon as we could obtain a license. Luckily for us our state allowed same sex marriages. Even though I was a male underneath, all of my records showed me as a natural born female. It was a small ceremony, just us and our Moms.

Sheila was committed to a mental health facility shortly after the homecoming dance and as of our last inquiry she was still there. I wish her no ill, for she was solely responsible for the avalanche that resulted in my living my remaining years as a female.

I never did play another game of tennis, my life as a female more than enough to keep me occupied and content. I did eventually have my male organ removed, Becky and I both preferring sex as two females. I have the love of a caring and loving partner and someone to take care of and love in return.

The avalanche that consumed me that year, is looked back on fondly, a time for me to experience so many different things in life. A time for me to mature as a female, the gender I should have been all along.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca Walker

 

Marcy: New Life, New Gender

Marcy: New Life, New Gender

I am a son of a state department diplomat. Dad has served for fifteen years as an ambassador, the locations changing often. Usually he is assigned to a country for only two to three years. If the country in question was in strife, sometimes those appointments only lasted for a couple of months. His last two assignments were in doubtful countries, the current government still in charge, but suffering greatly due to rebels or influence from other unfriendly countries. Because of this I was unable to go with him, confined to the states.

Due to the fact that my parents had separated several years ago, Dad had hired a governess for me. I remember very little of my Mom, she was a loving individual, concerned about her children and always on the watch for their safety. According to Dad that was the reason for their separation. She wanted the children with her and not at one of his embassy posts. It was argued, but nothing resolved. Shortly thereafter they separated. They never did get a divorce, the reason never given to any of their children. Mom got the two daughters in the separation and I stayed with my Dad. Because of the distance between Mom and Dad and the stability of where he served, the kids never got to see their siblings. There were letters exchanged and of course pictures but that was it for communication between members of the family

He kept his original home here in the states, planning to return there after he retired from the state department. When the country he was assigned to became too dangerous for me, the governess and I would return here to live in his home until he was given a friendlier assignment.

Maggie, the governess, and I got along well, essentially she was the mother I never knew. Her title was governess, but she was much more than that. She helped me with school, cooked my meals the majority of the time and was a companion since in most of his assignments I was not allowed to leave the embassy compound. For schooling I had teachers hired by the state department to come in and oversee my studies. It was a lonely life, but Maggie saw to it that I was never bored. She spoke many languages, so in times of boredom she taught me how to speak and write in most of them. I now can communicate in French, Italian, Russian, Spanish, Japanese and several dialects of Chinese.

I did well in my studies as reflected in an aptitude test given me each year, a way for the state department to see if the children of their diplomats had mastered the basics for their grade level. I always came out near the top of the group, a fact that Maggie made sure of.

We had been back home for a couple of weeks, when returning from registering me for school a black SUV pulled alongside us. We were heading back to the car and only had a few more steps to go to reach it. Two guys jumped from the SUV one grabbing Maggie and the other me. I bit the guys hand that was holding me, he eased his grip on me and I reached back with my foot and tried to trip him. He was confused and trying to keep from falling, allowing me to get free. Maggie was struggling against the other guy, both of them facing the other direction. I ran over to them tapped him on the shoulder, then ducked down low as he tried to turn to see who it was. Maggie managed to slip from his grasp some, now he only held her one wrist. I used my best Kung Fu kick, aimed at his groin, as he instantly let go of Maggie and grabbed his balls. I pushed Maggie away and was about to follow her when the other guy grabbed me from behind, shoving a needle into my neck. The last thing I saw was Maggie sprinting away, before I faded into darkness.

I woke up later, tied to a chair, with a hood over my head. I presume I was now a hostage for some radical group wanting something from our government. Both Maggie and I had some training in what to do in this case, but training and reacting to the real thing are miles apart. I hope at least, she managed to get away. Not hearing her near me was probably a good sign.

It seemed like days had gone by, I was fed very little and never allowed to go to the bathroom. I ended up peeing in my clothes, and then having to sit in them for hours. They eventually stripped off my clothes leaving me naked, my soaked male clothes thrown in the garbage can. I was not bound back to the chair, but left on a bed, hands tied behind my back and ankles tied together. I was left able to speak, told to tell them when I had to use the bathroom. The first time I had to use the bathroom I was jerked out of bed, sat on the toilet, then secured there until I had used the bathroom. Afterwards, I was thrown back into bed, with my ankles tied to the bed frame.

I had almost given up hope, no telling where I was, probably hundreds of miles from where I was kidnapped. It would be a miracle if they somehow found me. Each minute seemed like an hour, day and night having no meaning since there was no windows in the room where I was being kept. I would drift off to a restless sleep, then wake suddenly sweating and about to throw up. On one of these sudden awakenings I heard a lot of noise from the other room, then some gunfire. I just laid there unable to move, not knowing what was going on.

Then I heard a comforting voice, the sweetest voice I knew. It was Maggie, as she stormed into the room almost tearing the door off its hinges. She ran to me picking me up and cuddling my upper body close to her. Then a few comical words came from her mouth. “Boy you sure stink.” I was photographed where I lay in bed from all angles, then stood and more photos were taken. Then one of the people that rescued me came in picked me up and carried me out to a waiting car. Maggie got in next to me and the driver pulled away.

I motioned to Maggie about my ropes, she just smiled telling me to be patient, a few things still had to be done to insure my safety. I was laid over where my head was on her lap and I dozed off, waking later when we arrived at a hospital. I was removed from the car put on a gurney and wheeled into the E.R. with doctors and nurses accompanying the gurney. My hands were freed, but my ankles were left secured. I was inspected from head to toe, then given a shot that stopped all physical activity. Maggie appeared briefly, holding me and whispering for me to stay calm, a few more hours and I will be safe.

I felt my heartbeat, but could not move anything including my eyelids to see what was happening. A sheet was placed over me, I could feel the fabric as it settled on my face. Oh gawd I am dead was my thought, then I lost consciousness. I felt my body being placed in something and some movement then nothing. It was a while later when my mind told me I had been placed in a drawer in the morgue, I wanted to scream I was not dead, but absolutely nothing emerged from my mouth. I still could not move anything to let them know I was still alive. All I could faintly feel was the white sheet above my face.

Rescued from the kidnappers and now presumed dead, laying in a morgue. I couldn’t figure out if I was dead why my mind was still functioning or was it just a dream I was having. But then dead people don’t dream do they. It seemed like forever before I felt movement on whatever I was lying in. Then a different kind of movement, followed by another. Maybe a ride in a vehicle, all of this happening and my mind trying to figure out what was being done and where I was being taken to. Then quiet and finally some more voices, I think one of them was Maggie. I felt another shot being given to me, the liquid burning somewhat as it entered my bloodstream.

Then my eyes focused and right in front of my face is Maggie. I closed my eyes then opened them again wanting to make sure this was not a dream. Maggie looked different, her voice really the only thing I recognized. Her hair was now brunette, and her face looked a little different, her lips were fuller, and as she leaned over to kiss me on the forehead, they felt quite different. Her same comment about me stinking, followed by her cute giggle as she told me to lay still until my body regained control of my muscles. She held my hand tightly, giving it a squeeze now and then to make sure I stayed awake.

Finally I was helped out of the box like structure I was lying on, shocked to see it was a casket. I was barely standing, Maggie holding on to me as I tried to find my footing and get my legs to support me. I was eased over to a bathroom, and slipped into a tub of sweet smelling water. I didn’t realize I had been naked in the casket until I slipped into the bubbles. Maggie leaned over the edge of the tub and thoroughly washed every inch of my body. I started to ask her a question, she just put her finger to my lips telling me to wait until later, when all will be explained to me. I closed my eyes taking in the fragrance wafting up from the tub. I dosed off from time to time, Maggie scrubbing me hard helped my eyes to pop open every once in a while.

Dried and helped into the bedroom where I was dressed in a nightie, a most feminine item that seemed to engulf my whole body. It did feel nice against my sensitive skin, as I looked at my arms there was no hair there, now soft and bare as a baby’s bottom. I presume the rest of my body was now hairless since the feeling of the nightie on my skin was so erotic. So many questions to ask, but maybe I needed to be just thankful I was alive somehow. The fact that Maggie had escaped somehow also quite a blessing. Now clean and with something on I was taken to the front room and seated on the couch. Maggie sat right next to me, my hand in her lap being held tightly.

“I managed to run away before they could track me down, finding an open door to slip into. I heard them walking by several times looking for me, so I stayed quiet and motionless. After a little while I heard no more noise or voices so I pulled out my cell phone and called the police, then the state department. Within ten minutes there were police here to get me. When we looked for you there was no sign of you. A half hour later the FBI showed up and took over the hunt for you. Both of us have had chips implanted in us so that we could be tracked. It was a day later when the scope of the hunt got out far enough for your chip to be identified. They had taken you into the next state, to a rural farm house about forty miles out of a major city.”

“The FBI of course raided the place, ending up killing most of your abductors. They were hard core and were not going to give up, no matter the circumstances. They have not been connected to a group yet, nothing on their person or in the farmhouse giving any indication of who is behind this.”

“You were given a shot in the hospital to stop any physical movement of your body. What the shot did was to slow any movement down to the point that it seemed that you had died. You were placed in a casket and in the morgue for a few hours before you were taken to a funeral home, then the casket was slipped out of the funeral home and brought to this house. All of this to make people think you were dead. We know that your body was checked in the morgue, a hidden camera capturing the image of the one interested in your body. After we find out who he shared this information with we will see to his disappearance.”

“Now for the part you might not care for. As of this moment you are now a member of the female sex and my daughter. I prefer Mommy to Mom and will take care of you the same as I have done before. They have made quite a few changes in my looks, you will experience all of that and more. I have insisted that you be gorgeous and quite the girly gurl. You don’t have to thank me, the least a Mommy can do for her only daughter. Once I get you looking like a daughter I will fill you in on the proper behavior and other things a young female needs to be aware of. I don’t want you asking to date boys for awhile, maybe wait for at least a few weeks.”

I just stared at her, mouth open, I had heard what she said, but none of it had made it through to my brain yet. A few words were stuck somewhere in between, female, girly gurl, dating boys. She saw the look of terror on my face, pulling me closer to her and hugging me hard. I am not sure if I fainted, or if I fell asleep because I had no idea how to deal with any of this. Either way I was out of it. I became aware of someone running their fingers through my hair, I moaned a little since it felt so good. Maggie helped me up and dragged me to the kitchen where there was some food spread out on a table. Another lady, apparently the source of said food, asking what I wanted to drink. I looked around, then said anything will do, I am so parched and starving. A cup of warm tea was placed in front of me, my favorite. I looked at all of the different dishes on the table deciding to have a little of each. Maggie told me to eat slowly and take small bites allowing your stomach to get used to food in it again.

It was an hour later when I was literally dragged away from the table. Maggie giggling away. I had my fork still in my hand, trying to spear a hot dog before it was out of reach. Maggie assured me we could come back later if needed. Up to my room, then sat in front of a large computer screen. Maggie entered a code and shortly my Dad came into view on the screen. He had been crying, tears still running down his cheeks. I told him I was okay, Maggie had seen to my rescue and care. I told him I loved him, and would wait anxiously for the chance to hug him. He addressed Maggie telling her that the plan they had worked out was fine with him, but then faced me telling me that any face to face contact was out of the question for awhile. He made me promise to do what Maggie wanted, no matter what I thought of the request. I know some of what they will do to you is unusual but your safety is the ultimate concern here.

We will get together soon, but it will not be as Mark and his Father. Marcy is your new name, and you are now a young female, a daughter to Ginger, your Mother. It will be the spur of the moment meeting, when we feel that all parties are safe. Now behave and do as your Mother says and I will see you soon hopefully. The screen faded to black and the skype session was over. I hugged Ginger hard, my tears now matching the tears on my Father’s face.

I was led to my bedroom, and tucked in. I had a million questions yet, but a kiss on the forehead and I was soon asleep. The next morning I was dragged from my bed, my mommy Ginger giggling away. Time for my daughter to become a young woman, so slip on the sweats and we will be off. Ginger helped me slip on the pink sweat top, then the matching bottom. She brushed my hair a little before leading me outside to a waiting car. I noticed a guard just outside the house we had been staying in, another one driving the car. I presume there will be no more attempts on our lives and the perpetrators still living. We drove for hours, it seemed like, finally pulling up in front of a large beauty salon. I looked at the size of the place and tried to swallow whatever was now suddenly stuck in my throat. I quick look at Ginger, her smirk now ear to ear.

Ginger helped me inside and we were taken to the back immediately. I was helped in removing my clothes, although I would have preferred to keep them on till I knew what was going to happen to me. Ginger gave me a hug, telling, me to do as they say, while she gets a few more changes to alter her appearance. I was helped up on a table and several ladies went to work on me. I closed my eyes, something I always did when I didn’t want to face what was happening, hoping that the changes will not be that drastic. I apparently dozed off, my bodies reaction to what was happening to me and the stress of the last few days was too much to handle, thus everything just shut down for a while. When someone kissed me on my ear, I suddenly woke up, Ginger’s smiling face staring at me. She knows getting kissed on the ear bothers me immensely, so she often does it to let me know she is there.

I tried to say something but I found my voice strained and weak. Ginger just held me closer telling me to be quiet, all will be explained soon. I did get a glance in a mirror behind Ginger, seeing a cute blonde girl that looked about my age. I wonder who she is, maybe she will be living with Ginger and I now. I did not connect that the young girl was being held in Ginger’s arms, the same as I was being held.

I finally did get a closer look at the cute girl next to Ginger, when it turned out to be me I was astounded. Ginger quickly hugged me tightly, while my mind tried to process what it had just seen. I was undoubtedly a female now, hair, makeup, clothes and most importantly a female figure to tie it all together. They touched up my appearance and then Ginger and I left, both of us in skirts and tops, matching of course. I heard the clicking of my heels before I became aware of wearing them, my walk now much different than before.

Another car, this time with a female driver and we were headed to a destination unknown. It turned out to be a house right next to Dad’s, similar in size but a little farther off the road. We were dropped off and Ginger led me inside. I was taken to my room, shown my bed, Ginger helping me to slip into another delicious nightie, then she brushed my hair while I was fighting to stay awake. I lost the fight, as I dozed off, a kiss from my Mommy the last thing I remembered.

I set up in bed, the dream I had most disturbing. It was a different bed than what I remembered and I was in a female nightgown. I looked around then a voice from a monitor on the nightstand told me to lay back down and she will be right up. The voice seemed familiar so I laid back down, my eyes closing as I did so. Then something wet on my ear and I instantly was wide awake, Mommy smiling and giggling as I tried to focus again.

“You have had plenty of time to catch up on your sleep, so get out of bed and use the bathroom, I need to get you looking like my daughter, a nightie all the time is just so uncool.”

As I returned from the bathroom Mommy helped me slip off the nightie, then picked up a bra from my bed. I looked over to see my bed covered with girl’s clothes, all of them now apparently belonging to me. That much I do remember. I was shown how to put the bra on, noticing for the first time that I indeed had small breasts. As my breasts slipped into the cups of the bra I felt the nipples stiffen, a totally new sensation for me. Then came a pair of panties, the silkiness as they were pulled up my legs not to be ignored.

At the time, I hadn’t realized that my male organ was no longer, a slit framed by two puffy lips the only thing between my legs. Even peeing I hadn’t realized the change down below. Using the bathroom a few minutes ago, I had set on the toilet, the pee leaving my body in a torrent. I wiped with toilet paper, never realizing that there was no penis to shake like I was used to.

Then a dress, my first one and oh so cute. I know a boy referring to his dress as cute. I realized right then that the boy in me had vanished, Marcy was the person now in my body. I love the clothes, but best of all I love being Mommy’s daughter.

I got a super hug to go with the clothes, my feminine being just melting into the embrace. Then I was put to work, so much to learn and unlearn. From how to walk to how to sit and a million other things. Ginger is serious in this, never allowing me to slack off or do anything haphazardly. I had one choice, do it right or do it again and again until I did manage to do it right. A week later we were still fine tuning my movements when we received a phone call. Ginger answered it then looking at me just smiled. They talked for a while then she hung up. We stopped what we were doing, changed clothes then the car and our driver appeared. Off to the mall, apparently looking for some fancy dresses. I was made to try on zillions of them before she found one she liked on me.

Of course, I had to have more lingerie, something to match the cute dress she had picked out for me. Just looking at the bra in her hands made me blush, see thru lace and scandalously small. It did fit me perfectly, my breasts slipping into the cups with ease. The panties also fitted well, a perfect match to the lacy bra. A slip made of the same silky fabric, then the dress next. I was turned so I could see the image in the mirror, my mouth dropping open in surprise. Ginger stood next to me, our images seemed like a mother and daughter getting ready to go out. I was given a purse, after slipping my feet in the heels that were furnished. Then Ginger grabbed my hand and led me out of the mall.

A short ride to a business, this time a photographer’s studio. I was led inside and after talking to the lady photographer for a few minutes I was taken over to a furniture grouping and situated in one of the chairs. Lots of pictures were taken then Ginger joined me and many more were snapped. The photographer had to put another disc in her digital camera so there was a small break from taking the pictures.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looking to see who it was saw the face of my Dad. I jumped up and attacked him, hanging on his neck with all of my being. He pulled me closer to him then dragged me over to Ginger. He drew her into the embrace not letting her withdraw. After awhile he helped us into the chairs, then still holding mine and Ginger’s hand told us things are going to change again. I looked at him waiting for an explanation, but a quick glance at Ginger told me she already knew of the changes, her typical Ginger smirk was displayed for anyone to view. The explanation never materialized, Ginger and my Dad whispering to each other, but the nature of the changes and where we would live were never shared with me. I hung on to one or the other as tight as I could, not wanting to be separated again from either of them.

The lady photographer returned taking a bunch of pictures of the three of us, a family portrait, at least that is what I hoped it would become. Ginger and Dad shared a passionate kiss, and I received a tender hug from him before he slipped out of the studio.

After the photo session, Ginger and I did some more shopping, then ate a snack in one of the better restaurants at the mall. When we left a different car was there to pick us up, and we headed off in a different direction then when we arrived earlier. I tried to stare Ginger down several times, wanting some information on what was to become of me and where we would live. I was pretty sure Ginger and I would remain together, but was hoping that maybe Dad could find a way to be with us permanently.

When we arrived back at the house we were staying at, I looked confused, not realizing that the driver had taken the long way back. Instead of stopping there, we drove to Dad’s old house, a half mile away. As we pulled up outside I didn’t recognize the place. The house had quite a bit of work done on it, the front now looking totally different. The house was painted a different color, and after thinking about it for a minute we had pulled up to the house from a different street. The landscape looked different, quite a few more trees and shrubs now surrounded the house, the look totally different from before.

The driver pulled up to the old garage, then after activating a remote the garage door opened and we pulled inside. Once inside the door we descended into a basement and parked next to a set of stairs. Ginger helped me out and we made our way up the stairs. Through several metal doors, then entering the foyer, it still looked much like it was before. My head was swiveling around trying to see what all had changed.

Since we had spent most of the day at the mall, and the photographers it was apparently time for a bath again and shortly after that bed. I wanted to stay up, but several yawns later I gave up. The bath was relaxing, I now smelled like a field of flowers, I might add a fragrance I enjoyed. Tucked into bed, Ginger laying next to me holding me tightly until I dozed off. I tried several times to ask some of my unanswered questions, but the questions never made it to my mouth, just a few scattered words and lots of yawns. My voice was settling down some, a feminine voice but still a little husky. It will defiantly require getting used to. On that thought my eyes closed and I was off to dreamland.

I was enrolled in classes online, my schooling to be accomplished while I am at home. I presume another security measure. Ginger and I did go out shopping from time to time, according to her a necessity for me since I was still not exhibiting the girly girl look she wished for me. I was acting like the female I now looked like, my mannerisms quite refined and my movements well in line with those of a young female.

I thought of my Dad often, he was never far from my thoughts and wishes. Then a week later, Ginger told me that we will be having a house guest, come next Monday. A close friend of hers will be coming for a short stay, maybe a month, maybe more. I was to be on my best behavior, and treat the lady with respect. We drove to the airport to meet her plane, and then chit chatted on the way back to the house. The lady looked slightly familiar, but I could not place where I had seen her before. We stopped at one of the fancier restaurants for dinner since it was so late, then on to the house. Once we were inside I was sent to change out of my fancy dress, then come back and we will talk some more and maybe have some hot chocolate. I liked her but didn’t think we would need to talk some more since we probably have already covered everything in her life and ours.

When I entered the living room I stopped quickly, Ginger and her were locked in a passionate kiss, and believe me it was passionate, maybe even hot. I stood there for a few minutes then the light came on upstairs and I ran over to them and squeezed myself in between them trying to get a hug, a kiss or whatever I could from either of them. The lady is my Dad, apparently he has been changed like me, now a member of the female sex. So now I have two Moms, a young lady can never have too many Moms, especially when I start dating boys.

I did get hugged and kissed often, sitting on my other Mom’s lap the rest of the evening. Ginger snuggled up next to both of us. It felt so good, a family at last and hopefully one for the rest of my life.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Terri; Nailed In Burgundy Polish

 Terri; Nailed In Burgundy Polish

Mom and I were having another one of our discussions, this one was getting a little more intense than previous dialogues. Our parents had five children, me being the youngest. Unfortunately for me all of my siblings are female ranging from one year older to four years older. If Dad had been around I maybe would have had a fighting chance. Dad was one of the unlucky ones, killed when he stepped on a land mine in Iraq. He and seven of his unit lost their lives or were wounded badly that day.

My Mom was devastated, the loss of her husband, with five children to raise. Her sister came to help for a while, during the funeral and the month after helping to sort through the insurance, getting titles changed and a new will put together. My sisters and I were also lost, although we saw more of Mom than we did Dad, he was there for us when we needed it, at our achievements and our disappointments.

I felt like I had lost my only connection to masculinity. My sisters and Mom are females of the girly girl kind. No tomboys here, dresses and miniskirts are the norm, makeup all the time and hairdos sporting curls and ribbons were there favorites. To say I was living in an estrogen environment, would be quite an understatement.

The insurance policy was a hefty one, but it did take almost three months before they paid off. All of the children were young adults, or approaching adult hood. I was the youngest at eighteen, then Beth at age nineteen, Cheri at age twenty, Sue at age twenty-one and finally Nancy at age twenty-two. You can see a trend her, Mom was definitely busy for those five years.

Fast forward a few years from my dad’s death, Mom had her business and it was doing well. Mom had spent the insurance money on the nail salon when Dad died, hoping to have something for later in life and to be able to help us through college if we needed it. Before they married she was a cosmetologist, so she was well qualified to run the business. It did well right from the start, giving her a steady income for expenses and things for us.

All of my sisters had helped Mom in her business for spending money during the summer and after school the rest of the year. Beth decided to join her in the business after high school. Nancy, always the studious one, had earned a four year scholarship for college and was approaching her junior year. Sue was going for her doctorate in Sociology and Cheri was already working, her upstart internet business taking off right from the start.

I had just graduated high school, full of hope, wanting to earn some money for a car. Even before graduation I had filled out countless employment applications all over town, at every spot I could think of to apply. So far nothing, not even an invitation for an interview. I was getting desperate, all of my sisters had earned money working in Mom’s nail salon during the summer, maybe a possibility for me.

When they had found a car and had half of the purchase price Mom would match it and buy the car for them. But I couldn’t even get a foot in the door for a job. I didn’t want to work in a nail salon, much too girly for me, but that seems like the only chance for me. If I can’t find employment elsewhere the nail salon is apparently my only choice. Maybe I could sweep the place or stock the shelves, anything to make that first step toward my dream car.

If I had saved some of my allowance during the years, like my sisters had, I would been closer to my dream. There were too many temptations that I couldn’t pass up, hence the discussion with Mom again about how I could get a car. I was desperate, willing to do almost anything to achieve my goal. I whined about not being able to get a job, about how she had employed my sisters, but would not do so for me. This was a frequent discussion between us, in fact it happened so often my sisters would leave the house when I started the whining, not wanting to listen to my bitching again. I really didn’t know what to expect from the discussions, I guess a miracle somehow. I presume I was just hoping for the impossible.

Several weeks ago a chain of salons approached Mom wanting to add her salon to the chain. For almost a week Mom and Francine from the chain exchanged phone calls on the subject. Then a couple ladies from the chain came to visit, Mom went out to dinner with them a couple of times and then Mom announced on a Friday morning that she had joined that chain. She would be a franchise holder, still owning and operating the salon, but now a part of a larger chain of salons.

Mom gained some financially, so I figured the time was right for another attempt at sharing the wealth. It was after dinner on Friday night when I approached her asking if we could talk. I usually got a scowl from her, she didn’t look forward to these discussions, but tonight I got a big smile. I stepped back a couple of feet, this was new and unexpected. Beth had just got home from a late appointment and was giggling at my reaction to Mom.

When you get a feeling that things are not what you expect, most sane people back off, maybe another time might be better for this discussion. Well-being the idiot that I am I ventured forth with gusto. Mom was quiet as I laid out my case for some help in getting some money for the summer. I told her several times that I would do anything if she would just help me out. I tried to lay some guilt on her, she had helped my sisters why can’t she help me. Nothing but quiet, finally she asked where I had applied for jobs, wanting me to name them. Luckily I had saved a list of who I had applied to, so after retrieving if from my room, I handed it to her.

She looked it over very carefully, taking a few minutes to think about it before she responded. I thought she was softening, so I added one more I will do anything. Beth had been eating at the dining room table, giggling quite often at my antics. Mom gave in finally. “Be at the salon tomorrow morning at eight AM, dressed nicely and I will fill you in on what your job will be if you decide to take it. You can ride in with me or Beth that is your choice. But you have to stay until one of us can leave for the day, most likely five or six PM.”

I hugged her thanking her profusely, she pushed me away a little, remember what I said I am bending the rules a little for you, so be damn sure this is what you want before you accept tomorrow. Once started this is your job for the summer and beyond. I will not have you changing your mind like you have done in the past. If you accept, it is yours for the summer no excuses.

Beth was waiting by her bedroom door for me, wanting to talk to me a little. “I think you are going to be greatly surprised tomorrow, so keep an open mind and what you are working for in your sights. You can do the job, but I am not sure you will want to. Things at the salon have changed with the merger, we are doing a lot more business and have expanded our customer base quite a bit. Just be sure this is what you want, okay Sis.”

I am often referred to as Sis by my sisters, they know it annoys me, always bringing a smile to their face when they use the greeting. I went on down to my room and picked out a nice pair of slacks and a polo shirt for tomorrow. I turned on my stereo and put the headphones on and zoned out for a while. Maybe I could get a car at the end of summer that would be so neat if I could somehow manage that feat.

I hadn’t thought about college, I had decent grades, but I was not a fan of four more years of schooling. I had briefly thought of maybe a vocational school, maybe something in the computer field. I enjoyed using them, but knew nothing about them other than surfing the net or doing homework on them. Since I was getting a headache, no more thinking for tonight.

I got ready for bed an hour later, taking my shower tonight so that I would not hold them up in the morning. I was always a sleepy head in the morning, usually Mom or one of my sisters having to push me out of bed. I set the alarm for an hour earlier, determined to be on time for a change. With a goal of mine in sight I dozed off quickly the alarm in the morning waking me from my dream. In my dream it was red, had a supercharger on the hood and a horse on the rear fender, my perfect ideal car. I need to stay focused, a healthy Mustang needs lots of dollars to acquire and feed, much less insure.

I ended up riding with Beth, Mom had already slipped out to the salon before I got out of bed. I was all smiles as I rode with her, her warning me one more time about being cautious about what I agreed to. When we got to the salon I literally bounced inside, anxious to see where I will be working. As I came in I noticed how big the salon was now, I had heard about it, but in my mind it was this small beauty shop type of place with three of four technicians working there. Imagine my surprise when I walk in and there are almost a hundred techs and customers in the salon. And this at eight o’clock on Saturday morning.

I stopped short taking in the sights around me, then scanned back to that last image I saw. An obvious male getting his nails done, as I turned around some more, he wasn’t the only one. Now I was perplexed, when did all of this start? At school we had some male goths with black nail polish but these customers were getting clear polish or shades of pink, at least, the ones that I could see the nail color. Beth came up behind me and pushed me to the office at the back of the salon. Mom was finishing one of her customers, telling me she would be with me in a few minutes.

Whoa, this is way more than I expected. I just sat there lost in thought until Mom came and closed the office door behind me so we would have some privacy. I was quiet as she did some things on her desk, still trying to process what I saw. I had never been to the salon before today, the size the principal mind blower. This was big business, I now have a better appreciation for Mom and her business sense.

“Well Terry here is the deal, your one and only chance to work here. I need a receptionist, someone to answer phone calls, make appointments and ring up the customer when they are finished. You can work forty hours a week, with a starting pay of 8.50 an hour. This is the exact same job your sisters had when they worked here. When not busy you have to restock the supplies for the techs, keeping them full and complete. It will be necessary that you have a manicure, anybody working in the salon has to have well-manicured nails. It is our best kind of advertisement. You will be treated exactly as your sisters, I wouldn’t want to have any sibling rivalry because one got some special treatment. I mean exactly like your sisters.”

I need your decision, Beth will give you your manicure if you agree and Shirley the other receptionist will show you what she does during the day. You will be on your own tomorrow, so you need to pay attention to what she says. I told her yes, and she pushed a stack of papers for me to sign for my deductions and employee files. I was to go over each page and sign after I had carefully read and understand what each page implied.

Once finished I was to go to Beth’s station and she would do my nails. I figured some shaping and clear polish and that would be it. I was so thrilled, money at last, a possible car now in my future.

I finished the paperwork and left the stack on Mom’s desk. I made my way to Beth’s station and sat down in the chair in front of her table. My hands are placed in two bowls of bluish water while she gave my arms a massage with a cream. While they were soaking she removed my shoes and socks and placed my feet in another container of bluish water. I looked at her funny, but didn’t say anything.

She took my hands cleaning around the edge of the nail. According to her she was removing my cuticle. The nails did look better after she had done that. Let’s face it I had never taken care of my nails. Usually they broke before I had to cut them, saving me the trouble and time to do so. My feet were removed from the water and placed one at a time on a stool beside her table. The same thing was done to my toenails, quickly and confidently. Then the other foot and I was ready for the polish. At least that is what I thought I was ready for. She picked some plastic pieces out of a box on her table, matching them up to each finger. Then it dawned on me what she was going to do.

I tried to withdraw my hand but she firmly held on to it. My mouth opened and closed several times, each time nothing came out of it. She leaned over a little closer, speaking in a lower voice. “Remember me telling you to be sure of what you are agreeing to, all employees of the salon have to wear colored polish on their nails. You have to have extensions applied and at least two nails on each hand have to have nail art. All toenails are to be visible and painted in a colored polish. One of the papers you signed stated that fact in bold print. Now sit still and let me finish. You can do the job just like I told you, it just has to be done with long beautiful nails.”

I closed my eyes trying to make all of this go away somehow. I felt Beth working adding the extensions to my nails, the smell of some type of adhesive and then a light breeze of air from a box where my hand had been placed. It cast a purple glow over my hand, when the hand was removed the longer nails looked just like my own. Oh shit what have I done? I opened and closed my eyes several more times hoping this was all a bad dream. No such luck, each time the eye opened the long elegant nail was there sticking out past the tip of my finger by half an inch.

I jumped when Mom came by, placing her hand on my shoulder. “Your hands look very feminine, they will be good advertisement for the shop. Beth let’s use a deep burgundy color on them, with delicate white butterflies on the tips.” I groaned and Mom walked off her job complete in teaching her son a lesson. I knew I saw a smile as she walked away probably giggling too but she was too far away for me to hear.

Beth just smiled, you will live through it, but maybe you might investigate a little more next time before you jump into the pond. I sat there mute as I watched her convert my fingers into works of art. Three coats of polish, after a base coat, then a clear topcoat. While all of that was drying she worked on my toenails, shaping them and adding the same coats of polish. I was furnished a pair of thongs, commonly referred to as flip-flops to wear. My shoes and socks placed into a bag to take home. There was no mistaking my feminine hands and feet, the slacks and the polo shirt looked funny but my hair in a ponytail did nothing but help the feminine look.

Once the butterflies were added, there was no doubt. Terry the youngest sister will be following in her sisters footsteps at the salon. I thought of giving up, but I had pleaded, begged for the chance, if I did change my mind I knew any future requests would have no chance of success. I went up to the front, my eyes glued to my footwear, the dark burgundy color on my toenails making my feet look smaller and delicate.

As I approached the front desk a young female was looking my way. She had on the smock that the girls wore in the salon. I introduced myself, not knowing what to say about my nails. I got a hug and she pulled up one of my hands to look at the nails. “Those are gorgeous, I wished mine looked that good. Your fingers are so dainty and delicate, I am so jealous.” I meanwhile was blushing a deep red. She showed me where everything was, how to answer the phone and about the appointment book. I was booking an appointment with someone that had called in, at least trying to. If I could just get my fingers to do what they normally did but the nails were determined to make it very difficult. Shirley had returned to see if I did it right, laying a stack of clothing on the shelf to the side of the desk.

She stayed with me as I learned the procedures and steps necessary to do my new job. When it calmed down a little she opened the bag and removed my own smock. The technicians had pink smocks with white trim, Shirley and I had white smocks with pink trim. Looking at the difference between the two, ours were more frilly and cute, in Shirley’s own words. By the end of the day I could, at least, write legibly with my new nails. The last two hours I was left up front while Shirley stocked up the manicure tables. I did get a brief lesson in re-stocking, but the front end procedures were more important to learn today.

I was pooped when I got in Beth’s car for the ride home. I needed to go to the bathroom, but the one at the salon was labeled female, I really didn’t want to get caught in there. When we got home I made a mad dash for my bathroom, Beth giggling up a storm. Mom was right behind us, she had swung by and picked up some Chinese food for tonight. I came back downstairs and helped set the table. Both of them were staring at me. Mom made her way over and felt my forehead. “It doesn’t feel like you have a fever.”

“Can’t I help some if I want to? You always get after me to help, so I try and you give me grief.”

Beth broke out in laughter. “It is way past a fever, we should take her to the emergency room instead.”

I, of course, was blushing all colors of the rainbow from the remarks. Today was not too bad, after a couple of hours the novelty of the nails wore off some, they still made my life difficult trying to write or pick something up, but I had gotten used to seeing them when I looked at my hands or feet. I couldn’t understand why I was accepting them so easily, a masculine male now with long beautiful nails and no outrage or hissy fit, no real objections to the trick that was played on me. Mom did get me good, I will probably never live this one down.

I did a lot of thinking that night, I did get a job for the summer, now a car would be possible later in the year. I however shot myself in the foot, any friends I once had most likely to be abandoned, how does a male explain to his male friend why he has long beautiful nails and works in a nail salon. Since I would not see most of my male friends at the salon, that was one advantage, but then if some of my female school friends came into the salon what could I say.

I am just working here to make some money, the long nails and the cute smock mean nothing to me. I doubt I would be believed much, but I am sure that my fame would spread quickly to everyone that I once knew. Right before I went to sleep Beth showed up with the bag of clothes from the salon. The other bag contained my shoes and socks from today. She told me to hang the clothes in my closet so the wrinkles would fall out. I got up to do that laying the other smock on my chair for tomorrow.

The next item in the pile was a short dress, I hung it up, not thinking much about it. Then four more hung the same way. The lights began to come on and I looked at Beth with a look of sheer terror on my face. With a straight face she informed me of the uniform requirements of the salon. “Saturday and Sunday are smock days, since we are so busy. Monday thru Friday are dresses, and heels that expose the toes inside the stockings. Everybody wears the same outfit regardless. You and I will shop for heels tomorrow morning as we go in to work, Mom is getting you panties and stockings along with a garter belt to hold up the stockings. I hurriedly dug through the paperwork for the day, looking where it stats that. Sure enough on the same page as the extensions, and the polish part in bold print is the dress code. Stupid me had even initialed the clause before signing at the bottom.

I began sobbing, long deep sobs of frustration, stupidity, terror, and you name it I was crying about it. Beth took me in her arms hugging me tightly to her. She didn’t say much but let me get it all of my system. It was several minutes later when I finally stopped with the tears. I looked up at her, hoping for her to provide a way out of this mess I had made for myself, but the smile she returned told me it wasn’t going to happen.

I mumbled something to her, but she wasn’t that good at understanding brother mumble jumble. She made me look in her eyes, and told me to repeat, but this time speak clearly. “Beth what am I going to do, I can’t do this what will everyone say?

“You will do exactly what Nancy and I did. Get up in the morning, put on the required uniform and go to work. You will still be you underneath, but in a nail salon appearance is everything. Although a lot of males have their nails done, our customers prefer that they are waited on by a technician that appears female. Image is everything in a nail salon. You are not going to be comfortable having your nails done if the one doing it has no polish, broken nails or dirty nails. It is just not done.”

“Yes, Mom did let you walk right into this, something she should have done years earlier. Up to now you have wasted your life, no plans for the future and even less money to do anything with. You have a job, one that hundreds of young females would kill to have. So think about it, make something of your life starting now, forget the clothes and the nails and start doing something about your future. Who knows you may like this and enter into the business with Mom after a while. Just don’t overreact for once, one day at a time and let things happen. The dress doesn’t happen till Monday, so don’t worry about it till then.”

I got a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and she was gone I took a look at the dress again and then slipped into the bed with just my boxers on. I dreamed about the dress all night. No one to blame for my predicament but me. I woke early again, although the salon did not open till eleven on Sunday. I was quickly dressed in a white pair of pants with a dress shirt underneath the smock. It didn’t help with the gender thing, but also not as bad looking as yesterday’s outfit. I rode in with Beth again, she smiled often on the trip, knowing I was sweating bullets again. Today I was on my own, Stephanie was off and I had to handle the receptionist duties all day by myself.

Mom had gotten me the money for the register from the safe so I set that up and made sure I had what I needed at the front desk. At eleven the first customers came in, the techs came to get their customers and took them back to their stations. I received lots of calls in the next thirty minutes people looking for last minute appointments for today. We were booked up except for two late afternoon time slots, of which I filled before noon. It seemed to go better today, nobody stared at me, I was addressed as Ms. often and was kept quite busy all day. At four o’clock it slowed enough for me to do some stocking, I managed to get half of the stations ready for tomorrow before quitting time. Mom showed me how to run the end of day report and made me count my cash drawer.

When I eventually entered Beth’s car I was mentally drained. The first thing I did was to look at my nails to see if I had chipped any polish. When I looked at Beth to see why she had not backed out of the parking lot she broke out giggling. You are such a girl, a hard day at work and you just have to check your nails before we go home. That is Terri right, an eighteen year old female coming to terms with her gender. I stayed quiet as she backed out and headed home.

A stop first to get me my heels. Surely a sentence worse than death. At the shoe store we browsed the aisles looking for shoes that had an open toe, Beth suggested a three inch heel since it would help make my legs look better. With a couple of sizes to check to see what would fit the best I sat down and put the footie that Beth gave me on. At the salon I had worn the thongs again during the day. Even though the footie was short, it felt so good as it hugged my foot and ankle. I slipped my foot into the heel, a size nine seemed to be a good fit. I got the matching shoe on and tried to walk in them. Immediately I had to reduce my stride, then Beth suggested that I put one foot directly in front of the other. It helped but I could feel my butt swaying a little as I walked.

I didn’t have much problem with the heels, that size seemed comfortable, the angle of my foot and the tightening of my calves made my leg look good. I had rolled up my pant leg some to see if I was going to have any trouble walking in the shoes. We picked three pair, Beth suggested that because I still had to break in the shoes. If I wore them until they started to hurt and then switched to another pair, I could probably make it through the day. All three pair would go with the color of my dress. The color of my dress was totally opposite from the color of the smock. A pink dress with white lacy trim, the more I thought about it, the more I worried. I doubt there could be anything more feminine than that combination.

I wonder if Mom had went to all of this planning just so she could trick her son into this girly feminine world. I wouldn’t put it past her. We did make it home, another mad dash to the bathroom, dropping the heels on my bed as I flew by. As I returned from releasing a flood in the toilet I noticed the items that Mom had apparently laid there for my use tomorrow. Packages of panties, several bras, two garter belts and many packages of hose. All of the hose in a suntan color. I stood there and shuddered, I will be wearing them tomorrow and to work. What have I done to myself, no don’t answer that. I am sure in future history books my name and idiot will be underlined. I may even make the hall of fame, I know for sure I will be nominated for the honor.

I returned to the kitchen and set the table and made some iced tea. I got the looks again but no comments today. Mom had made some potato salad last night that along with some hot dogs broiled in the oven was the bill of fare for tonight. Once the tea was done I got three large glasses of ice and the necessary accouterments for the hot dogs. Beth brought the potato salad and the buns, Mom bringing the sizzling hot dogs to the table. Dinner was quiet, the food was good, with Mom’s potato salad always exceptional. Nothing but the sound of forks on plates and the jingling of ice cubes in the glass could be heard.

When we finished Beth cleared the table Mom holding my hand wanting to talk to me. “Are you going to be okay with the dress tomorrow?”

I had been doing a lot of thinking during the day. I did get myself into this mess, but it was not as bad as I first thought. If any of my friends found out I would be humiliated, but I doubt if it would be the end of the world. I smiled at her and told her I will be fine, although I could use some help with my hair and makeup if she could be so kind. Beth was across the table from me, a huge smile appearing on her face. Mom just hugged me and started to cry.

“After all the planning you went through to get me into dresses and now you are upset and crying, come on Mom get real.” I was then squashed in a group hug, there for a minute I felt my insides were going to be squeezed out of me. It did calm down some, I asked Beth if she could help me into my clothes for tomorrow, a trial run to see if I am doing it right. I did tell Mom once I was dressed I would let her see her youngest daughter. Another damn hug, I will be lucky if I have any ribs left after this.

The trial run went okay, the only problem is the clothes, silky and form fitting, I was almost exploding several times. I did make my way downstairs to show Mom her newest daughter. This time she nearly cracked a rib, the hug was so intense. As she eased up a little I leaned on her shoulder, enjoying the intimate embrace. Beth behind Mom gave me a wink, knowing that I was enjoying the loving from Mother. I stayed in the clothes until bedtime, trying to get to the point that rubbing my hands over the fabric of the dress didn’t send me over the edge. I practiced in the heels, on my feet all day tomorrow bound to make my feet regret it with a vengeance. It did get easier maneuvering in the heels, by bedtime I was doing pretty good.

I slipped out of my dress and assorted underwear, even taking them off sent shivers through my body. I took my shower again that night, a lot more to do in the morning than usual. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was sound asleep. I had set my alarm, so by the time Beth came to check on me I was dressed in my underwear. I got a good morning hug from her, then she helped put my hair in a ponytail and we went down to breakfast. Orange juice and a small pastry was all.

As I was being led out of the door, I managed to ask about makeup and my hair. Beth smiled. Mom arranged for you to get your hair done and also some makeup lessons. I immediately put on the brakes, but in the heels I was still being dragged out of the door. On the way to my appointment I asked Beth if all these new additions to my girliness are reversible.

I think we both know the answer to that, but think about it for a while then come to your own conclusion. I was dropped off at a salon, bearing the same name as the nail salon. Beth suggested that I venture forth, they are expecting you. When you are finished they will call our salon and someone will come and pick you up. Remember one day at a time, what you have not experienced maybe something you will like. I made my way to the door and then entered. I barely got out my name and was escorted to a treatment room in the back.

My technicians name is Jennifer, a bubbly super enthusiastic individual that had me naked within minutes. I was helped up onto a table and a cream was being rubbed all over my front side before I could respond to her. She was complimenting me on my nails as she waited for the cream to work. I was blushing, not used to being naked around anyone, much less this gorgeous female. Quickly she asked if I wanted any other services today. Well being naïve I asked what all they offered.

The list she pulled out was extreme. “You are scheduled for basic makeup lessons, hair washed and conditioned and set in a feminine style. Of course, the hair removal that we are doing now. You might consider breast forms, a vagina, and maybe pierced earrings for today. Then on your follow up appointments we can get into some of the other treatments we offer.”

At that moment part of my mind snapped, maybe I will try that, nothing ventured nothing gained. “Okay sign me up for those three things, will I be able to get back to work my noon. That is when I need to replace the receptionist for lunch.”

“Yep no problem, I can get one of the other techs to help out so that you can be on time.” She went off to arrange my new additions, I did have second thoughts, but they quickly disappeared. Once my backside was bare from any hair, I was turned back over and a tech worked in between my legs as Jennifer glued on my breast forms. From my vantage point they looked huge, but looking at my lack of any masculine bulge pretty much stopped any more thoughts about my breasts.

The walk from the table to her styling chair felt funny, bouncing breasts and nothing between my legs so different. A cape over my naked body, then the chair leaned back and my hair washed and conditioned. By the time she was finished I was almost in lala land. The chair put back in an upright position as she ran a comb through it to get out any tangles. Another tech approached and four pops later I was sporting earrings, two in each ear.

I actually smiled a little, they looked cute on me, boy what a change a day or two can make. Jennifer worked fast on cutting my hair, her comment that mainly she was taking off any split ends. After a few days in the new style she could alter it to whatever I might desire. All of this just taken in by me as if it is an everyday part of conversation. The hair was wound on curlers, then I spent thirty minutes under a dryer. Not sure why I was doing this, until a couple of days ago I was a male, at least, I thought I was.

She removed the curlers, brushed out my hair and a younger version of Beth was staring at me in the mirror. She instructed me in basic makeup application, had me do my face once and promised more help later on my maintenance appointments. My clothes reappeared, and as I dressed I realized I liked the new me, The bra I had on earlier was now full, maybe peaking over the front of the cups some now. The panties fit much snugger now, nothing to stretch out the crotch anymore. That should have bothered me more, but it didn’t. As I slipped the dress over my head, the image was now complete, Terri the youngest sister was now present, and quite attractive in my opinion. I called the nail salon and told them I was ready, I was told someone was already on their way to pick me up.

I walked up to reception, sitting there waiting for my ride. Two ladies complimented me on my nails, one suggesting that her son was available, if I needed a date. I blushed even deeper and that is how Beth found me when she entered the salon. She appraised my looks, raised an eyebrow or two and I was dragged to her car. Nothing was said on the trip back, I was not sure what I felt, much less what to say to her. She parked in her spot, wanting me to go right to reception and take over. Let’s see how long it will take for Mother to realize that her son is now officially gone.

As she waited to hold my hand as we entered the salon I got a you did good Sis from her. A compliment I was proud of, even if I hadn’t realized why I did the things I did today. Of course, the salon was extra busy as soon as I walked through the door, a line at reception to be waited on and the phone ringing off the hook. I pitched in, answering the phone and accepting payment from several of the customers. Shirley finally able to slip off to lunch, thirty minutes late. As soon as she left the salon I was inundated again, but managed to get through this barrage by myself.

Mom approached with a customer, took one look at me, and then smiled. Nothing more she had a customer waiting for her at her station, so she couldn’t take time to hug her daughter. A couple of hours later that was not the case, I was restocking the stations and I was attacked, an unprovoked attack on my person. I was giggling as Mom was exploring my new curves, grabbing and pinching. I tried to squeal some, but a male needs lots of practice to pull off that effectively. Twenty minutes till closing things calmed down some. I had everything restocked, Shirley was doing the drawer tonight so I was looking for something to do.

I took the dust mop and was sweeping the salon when Beth grabbed me as I passed by. I was pulled down on her lap, and tightly held. Her next comment got me blushing, did you cut it off, or just tucked away. Instant red all over, my reaction confusing her some. I leaned on her shoulder, whispering in a little girl voice, just tucked away. She smiled, I knew if you let some of your inhibitions loose the female in you would show itself. So, is that Terri with an I now?

The job was enjoyable, even the second day I was eager to get dressed and get to the salon. It was noticed by both Mom and Beth, but not commented on. Today I was the only receptionist, Shirley had the day off. I counted in my drawer, then made sure the stylist’s supplies were all full up. I grabbed a broom and swept the salon, cleaned all the mirrors, replaced a couple of burn out bulbs around the mirrors and even cleaned the glass in the front door. Mom was standing back watching, shaking her head and smiling.

Then we got inundated with customers. Several walk-ins looking to get their nails done, regular customers with appointments and several vendors looking to sell some merchandise. Mom had me get the information from the vendors and she would call them if interested. By that time some of the ladies were finished and waiting to pay for the services. I often received compliments on my looks or nails, a lot noting the similar looks between Beth, Mom and I. For once, I was proud to look good, to be considered beautiful like Beth and Mom.

It did calm down later in the afternoon, Beth dragging me to her chair and changing my nail color. This time she went with a deep salmon, just as noticeable as the color I was wearing now. A couple pieces of nail art were added, and two jewels to spice up the manicure. Back to reception a new batch of customers now finished with their appointment. One noticed my jewels asking if she could get two for her nails. Her manicurist came up found out what she wanted and applied them to her little pinkies. Once dried she tried to pay for them, but we had a rule that add-ons after the manicure are done, are free. We always made up for it on the next appointment with the customer wanting additional services or in this case more jewels added to their nails.

After we closed I counted down the drawer, amazed at how much business the salon was able to generate. I made out the deposit, myself and another would take it to the bank on the way home. Life was sure different, better in most ways. I had pleaded for the job because I wanted to be able to get my dream car eventually, now content to just work and enjoy my new life. For once I seemed to fit in, where before I stood out like a square peg amid a bunch of round holes. I found the work interesting, learning as much as I can from the technicians. Beth and Mom both taking a little time each day to teach me some part of the business. As of the moment I planned to stay working at the salon, much more enticing than further schooling.

I guess the real turnabout was when I asked Beth if she would go shopping with me for dresses and lingerie. The squeal she cut loose loud enough to ruin some ones hearing. I had been saving my money, the car not that important anymore, but looking nice when I go out had taken priority.

One of the new technicians and I had spent a couple of evenings out, just a movie and a pizza. We got along real good, wanting to know all about each other, but no romance or hanky panky at the moment. The extent of our interaction was some kissing, she is very good, but I am learning her technique. I did divulge my current true gender status, her only comment, so.

It has been several months now since I started at the salon, Terri is here to stay. Being the female Terri is almost ingrained in me now, makeup, dressing in lingerie, working in the salon, so automatic, I don’t even think about it anymore. I seem to fit in now with my sisters and Mom, like maybe it should have always been this way. I am loved and love back in return. My relationship with Jenny is slowly developing, we seem to mesh easily in our desires and attitude.

I have started studying the textbooks to get my own license, Beth teaching me the hands on part some every day. I have gotten confident enough to do Beth’s nails now, something I didn’t ever think I would be able to handle. For my birthday I was given a fifteen percent interest in the salon, once I get my license it will increase to twenty percent. Both Beth and I have been told that when she retires the salon is ours.

Jenny and I are getting serious, we have even checked into renting an apartment together. She loves the Terri I portray, the more feminine I become the happier she is. We go shopping together, out for a nice meal once a week and lots of time spent cuddling each other. We plan to keep junior around, maybe some children later, someone to pass the salon too later in life. Beth found someone she couldn’t live without and I got to be her Maid Of Honor. It was so fun, both Jenny and I part of her wedding party. Jenny has assured me when we marry I will be the one in the white wedding dress, although she has agreed to wear a dress for the ceremony. Besides you have the prettier nails, a necessity for a beautiful bride.

My breasts are now my own, seven hours of them being sucked from my body. Jenny needed something to play with, my official reason for agreeing to their addition. Confidentially I like them being played with, I would have gotten them sooner if I had known how much pleasure they can deliver.

I never did get the Mustang, clothes, makeup and earrings much too important to me now. I have been able to put some money aside, more in the weeks that the stores do not run ads of items that I am interested in. When it comes time for Jenny and I to look for a house I should be able to handle it with ease.

Quite a change from that whiny male I used to be. I remember back when I pestered Mom to let me work at the salon. At the time I didn’t realize, that soon, I would be Nailed In Burgundy Polish and loving it. Thank you Mom for bringing your errant son into the fold. A fulfilling life with some future, way better than my previous existence and so much fun.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Melody: Bikini Time

Melody: Bikini Time

There were lots of relatives I never saw or met present. I was amazed we even had this many people related to us somehow. Since Mom had the bigger family, more of them had showed up for the family reunion. Her family mostly lived in the area while Dad’s were spread out across the country. For some reason Mom’s sisters and brothers seemed to have more female children, most of them about my age.

The reunion was held at a local water park, where they had an area reserved for family reunions. The family had rented the reunion site for three days, allowing the ones that lived farther away time to travel here and not have to turn around and drive back after only one day. The local families arranged to provide a place to stay, although sleeping bags on living room rugs were the norm. They also arranged to do the cooking, a large lunch/dinner served about two in the afternoon every day. Hot dogs and hamburgers were offered all day for those wanting them.

The facility had lots of trees for shade, several fancy barbecues built out of stone, and of course a huge pool and water slide. This part of the park was separate from the public area, perfect for large family reunions. From the amount of people here for the first day we would definitely qualify as a larger reunion. The younger children were already in and out of the pool, several frustrated parents giving up on making them wait until after we had eaten.

Meanwhile I was enjoying the scenery, almost every teen female clad in a bikini, most of which covered very little. Believe me I am not complaining one bit. Several of the younger boys were horsing around, trying to untie the strings holding the bikini pieces together. Their intent was to get a glimpse of a breast or even better a pussy. The girls managed to stay in groups, helping to protect each other from losing part of their bathing suit. Then several of the older boys decided that participating might be advantageous, that breast or pussy well worth the risk of getting caught. They were more subtle, talking with the girls then as they started to walk away grabbing a string and yanking hard. In most cases, the bow holding the bikini on came loose, or the fabric ripped leaving the bikini piece unable to cover anything. Of course a loud squeal from the female alerted everyone of their deed.

I was never included in anything at school, a natural loner. I desperately wanted to be included so I watched closely, then decided to try my luck at what they were doing. The boys were somewhat successful, frequent glimpses of female anatomy were observed during the day. The girls were quick to cover up, their girlfriends helping to repair the damage when possible or provide a cover up if needed. I think the girls enjoyed the attention, since there was no effort to cover up more.

I joined a group of girls, one of which was a fellow classmate. I talked with them acting interested in what they said, even making a comment or two that showed I agreed with what they were saying. I probably waited too long, my nerves frazzled, my palms sweaty and my breathing ragged. Then I caught one of the boys looking my way, his friends also riveted on my actions. He made a clucking noise, insinuating I was chicken to do what they had done. I lost any common sense I might have had and reached out and grabbed at the bow on one of the girls bikinis. It was larger than the other girl’s bows, situated right in the middle of her back, an easy target for my shaky hands. Instead of getting a hold on one of the strings, I ended up grabbing at the entire bow. I jerked hard as I felt the bow rip from the bikini. The girl screamed, surprised at my action. Several of the girls helped her to cover up, while the rest of the girls latched on to me. I started apologizing for my actions, fearing what they might do to me. I struggled a little, but the girls had a firm grip on my arms. The girls did not even try to apprehend one of the other boys when they pulled their prank, but caught me easily.

Then I saw my Mom heading my way, the look on her face not pleasant. She talked with the girl that I had attempted my prank on, then the rest of the girls. Meanwhile I was held firmly, too far away from the others to hear what was being said. I saw several of the girls use their phones to call someone, but again could not hear what was discussed. Finally the girl that was a fellow classmate, handed her phone to my Mom, the smirk on her face from ear to ear. Mom talked on the phone for several minutes, a smile coming to her face after she hung up. I was led away to the bathrooms, four girls escorting me there. Taken into the ladies bathroom and stripped of my clothes. Then handed a pair of panties, the girls waiting for me to pull them up my legs. I was more than embarrassed, my stomach rumbling, tears about to spout from my eyes. The girls made sure the panties were on me and snug, stopping often to look at their handiwork. I was handed a girl’s tee shirt, and a short skirt. I was not going to put them on, but soon I found myself wearing them anyway. Out to the mirrors and some lipstick applied to my lips, then back out to the reunion. Mom waiting for me to reappear, checking me out then dragging me back to my family. She seemed pleased, but I was kept close to her the remainder of the day. The boys pranks with the bikinis quickly stopped, my appearance enough of a deterrent to keep them from doing any more. I stayed close to anyone I could, my Mom or sister who I usually hung on to like a shadow. I definitely did not want to be alone dressed as I was. I skipped eating anything, my stomach still doing flip flops. I never did see my male clothes, my I.D., wallet and keys also disappearing. I quickly figured there was not going to be any escape from this predicament until we returned home. At least, we left nearly two hours earlier than Mom had announced when we had arrived. When we pulled up outside a beauty salon, I feared that my day was soon to get much worse.

I was dragged inside, Mom telling them I had an appointment, and going over what was to be done to me. I was taken back to a treatment room, my few clothes removed with Mom giving me a hug and telling me she would come back to pick me up at ten this evening. I got a kiss on the forehead and she was gone, my clothes that I wore here going with her. I stood there, mouth open and about to have a mental breakdown. I was already leaking tears, all of this just too much for my mind to process. I was laid back on a table, a wet washcloth placed over my eyes and the lady that was going to work on me holding my hands and trying to soothe me a little. She told me what they were going to do, nothing permanent but I will have to live with the changes for several months. My mind heard about the nothing permanent part, but the rest just went in one ear and out the other.

I did calm down a little, her voice reassuring and the washcloth over my eyes soothing. I felt her start to do things to my body, but totally zoned out. I felt a cream being spread over my body, then a little while later it was wiped off. She placed something on my chest with me feeling the weight of the objects instantly. Not knowing what she had done I had no idea of what she was trying to accomplish and truthfully I didn’t want to find out. Things done to my groin a little later, as something was glued over the area. Junior did get handled but I quickly put that fact out of my mind, not wanting to think about anything dealing with what was being done to my penis.

If it had stopped there things might have been livable with, a term my mind was trying to convince me of. My ears were pierced and makeup applied to my face after she worked on my eyebrows. The washcloth was removed when needed, then I was helped up to a sitting position, the image in the mirror in front of me was shocking. I looked like my sister only prettier. While I was trying to come to terms with my new image, the top part of a bikini was put around my chest, the strings tied off behind my back. If only I had not tried to join in with the other boys, but I did and I am now paying the price for doing so. I am now wearing what I was trying to remove earlier at the reunion. The things I was trying to get a glimpse of now residing on my chest, two sizable weights on my chest that are constantly moving around.

That wasn’t the only thing done to me, upon looking further down my body I now had a pussy, a cute slit surrounded by two puffy lips. I tried to faint, but failed, staring at my new configuration and leaking loads of tears. I blinked several times hoping that the image would not be there when my eyes focused again. No such luck.

Mom did make it back to pick me up, her smile ear to ear at the image I now presented. Out to the car, then I was informed of what will happen for the next three months.

“I think we have found the perfect way to teach you a valuable lesson of life. For the next three months you are going to be a female, one that will be wearing a bikini constantly where ever you go. For church and a fancy dinner out it will be a dress, but all the rest of the time a bikini. Your classmates will make sure you are out among your fellow students, both males and females. If you participate fully we will hold the time spent in a bikini to the three months. Failure to join in enthusiastically and the female clothes and lifestyle will prevail, even school as a female if necessary. Hopefully you will learn something from this, otherwise your life as a member of the female gender is assured. I do think the name Melody suits you, so from his day forward you are Melody, my youngest daughter. We have two days of the reunion left, so decide if you are going to join in, if not the other girls have a few ideas they want to try out on you.”

I went to my room as soon as we got home, although I had to get past a house full of relatives, all wanting to see how Melody turned out. The males laughed at my predicament, while the girls gave me hugs and compliments. My room had been changed, I was now in with my sister, not a stitch of male clothing anywhere. I did get out of the bikini, although the silky nightie did nothing to make me feel less girly. I did notice in my closet there was now quite an assortment of bikinis each hanging on a separate hanger. The only other clothing in the closet was two dresses and assorted lingerie on the shelves to the side of the closet. I did count the number of bikinis, twenty-seven in bright flowery colors and designs. The one that I pulled out to get a closer look at was quite skimpy, not much more than three pieces of fabric joined together with string and ribbons.

I laid awake for quite some time, thinking of the upcoming days, even sis coming in and undressing to put on her nightie not causing any reaction from me. She did come over to my bed, giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Her only comment to me was it is so unfair, her nerdy brother turning out prettier than her. She did adjust my own nightie, a tender hug given as she helped me into bed. Then a pinch on my breast as she ran giggling to her own bed. I smiled even if the pinch had hurt something awful. I was being treated as her sister, her terrible brother no longer present.

The rest of the reunion was quite subdued, all of the young males now behaving themselves due to what had happened to me. I did get a look at lots of breasts and pussy during the remaining two days, the other girls taking me with them when they had to use the bathroom. Not something I wanted anymore since I now had the same breasts and pussy as they did. Then there is the change in going to the bathroom. Sitting instead of standing quite a learning experience for me. Each timer I went it drove home the fact that I was now a female. A female with sizable breasts and a pussy that felt so real.

The girls at the reunion made sure I was included in everything they dad, never left alone. I was even made in join in on their conversations, even if the topic was boys. They tried to make me flirt a little, one boy in particular they deemed a perfect choice for a boyfriend. I had to fix my lipstick often, constantly adjust the straps on my bikini and frequently lean over to give him a better view of my cute ass. Unfortunately, it was rather cute, rivaling any of the other girls.

When we got back home I hoped for a little less involvement with the female sex, but a day at the local pool convinced me that being around females was much preferred to being with a bunch of boys. My friend took me shopping often, the bikini still my predominant clothing but with a lacy cover up over the bikini.

I gained several more female friends, mostly girls from my class at school. That meant even more being out and about as we shopped, snacked at the local hangout and otherwise made our presence known. The girls wanting to be seen, their brief clothing choices meant to attract some male attention. Since I was with them more attention for me. The girls often had considerable more clothes that I had on, even though I was somewhat covered. Mom never relented in her punishment, all of my thirty-five bikinis being worn over time. Yes, she had purchased more bikinis for me, a huge smile on her face after shopping, as she handed me another bikini for my collection.

Then we have the first time I went to church. Although I thought wearing bikinis was bad, the bra, panties, slips, stockings, a garter belt and the dress was much worse. In the past, I had only attended Sunday school, but now that and the main church service, plus the socializing afterward was required of me. Then home and back in a bikini. I did feel more comfortable in the bikini these days, having worn one so much. I doubt I will escape wearing one in the future, the girls I am friends with donning one every chance they get. It is bikini time quite often, a fact that I enjoy immensely.

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