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*Dress Up A Tomboy
*Mtf Dress Up Games
*Tomboy Gamesby Janet L. Stickney
<This story is archived on Crystal’s Story Site, but I’ve also asked permission to showcase it here as well, since it’s based on one of the images I have in the Modified Covers gallery. (This one has a character named Jenny, also..hmmm..) - Jenny>Comments and Disclaimers.
This story was inspired by the fine graphic artistry of Jenny North. Her grasp of the conflicts and impossible situations we sometimes find ourselves in, are without a doubt some of the best I have seen, as she brings a refreshing and sometimes funny peek into our secret lives. Jenny North’s site is worth a serious look. Laugh, cry, or snicker all you want, but please, hope you don’t end up on one of her magazine covers. This story was inspired by her cover entitled ’After School Transvestite.’
Jenny’s site is tgfa.org, which is a link on Crystal Sprite’s site: Storysite.org
Thanks, Janet
A New Waitress
’You girls have it made! All you have to do is look good and wait for some guy to ask you out! We pay and you get all the benefits without doing anything.’
’Listen, you big ape. I work six days a week just to have any money at all. That means that when I go on a date it costs me money--money I need just to have an allowance!’
’Right. Okay, you maybe, but not many girls have to do that, and I still say that you girls have it easy!’
Shelly, my sister Carol, and Michelle went into a huddle for a minute, then they stood facing me.
’Okay, since you seem to think we have it made, we’ll make you a bet. We have a game this weekend, right? If we win the game, we’ll pay you $300. But, if we lose the game, then you have to work my job, as a girl, wearing the same uniform I do, for a month, and I still get the money--tips and all!’
Nobody ever said I was the brightest in the school, and I proved it that day. Our team was the favorite by everyone, including the other team. So far, they haven’t won even one game. This would be a snap, and both of those girls would pay for it. Just as I was about to say something, my buddy Greg walked up, and I told him what the bet was. Like me, he knew we were a shoo in to win. With him standing right next to me, I agreed to the terms of the bet. Carol very carefully said them again, and asked me if that was right, and I said yes. There was no way we were going to lose this game. We’re ranked third, and they are in last place. Greg agreed with me, and we walked away knowing that the girls had made a dumb bet. Of course, our bet was all over the school the next day, spread by the girls no doubt, and I took a lot of teasing about it, but most people thought that I was in no danger. Only the girls were gloating. Even my teachers had heard about it, and one of them even wanted me to extend the bet. If our team won, I would get extra credit, which would put me in the top ten percent of the class, just, but if we lost, she wanted me to come to school as a girl, for the same month I would be working as a waitress. I was so sure of the outcome that I agreed to her bet right in class, which was also all over the school in a hot minute.
I stand about 5’7’ in my bare feet, weigh about 140 or so, and I have auburn hair streaked with dark blond and green eyes. I’m 17 now, and just as cocky as any 17 year old boy. My buddy Greg was a constant companion, and a good friend, but twice he told me that I would makeup as a real foxy chick! I wanted to slap him. When mom found out what was going on, from my sister of course, I got no sympathy at all. She merely told me that if I lose, she would be the one to help me become a girl, and after all, a month isn’t that long. Dad thought it was hilarious, because like me, he knew we weren’t going to lose the game. Then mom told me that I would be quite pretty as a girl!
’Face it honey, you look more like me than Carol does. We have the same nose, chin, eyes and coloring, while Carol takes after your father a bit more. I think it’s going to be easy to turn you into a girl!’
’We’re not going to lose mom, no problem there!’
’We’ll see, won’t we?’
There it was. The bet, the odds, and the possible outcomes. There was no way I was going to lose, and I was going to enjoy watching those girls fork over a $100 apiece. I went to bed confident and sure of myself. When I got to school the next day I found someone had painted my locker pink, and there was a bra hanging from the lock, still in the package. I got a lot of laughs about that, but stuck it in my locker and went to class. The guys on the team assured me they were going to win, which was very reassuring. With two days to go before the game, still sure of myself, and now over confident about the outcome, I guess I was a bit cocky about it, which is when I was confronted by several girls on the cheerleading squad. They told me they wanted in on this bet. If we win the game they said, they would do my homework for the rest of the year. If we lost the game, I would have to become a cheerleader for the rest of the season! Why did everyone want to see me in a dress I asked myself, just before I agreed. How could I not? I mean, the game is a lock isn’t it?
I was in the stands, watching as we rolled over them. We were ahead by 6 going into the fourth, and I almost left I was so sure we were going to win. But they intercepted a pass and ran to the 5. A short lateral pass, a mad dash, and they scored! The game was now tied, and I had an ugly feeling in my gut. They have the ball, and need only one point to win. The kicker hit it squarely and the ball soared high and right, but drifted back and crossed over the cross bar. We were now down by one, and there were only two minutes on the clock. I was on the edge of my seat as we accepted the ball at the 25, and our man began to run. He was hit by three guys, the ball squirted free, bouncing into the air, end over end. There was a scramble to catch it, and we tried, but their team ended up with the ball. In two plays they scored again with a field goal and we were down by four with less than two minutes to play. As the clock ticked down we moved the ball to the 40. A field goal would not win the game, only a touchdown. The snap, a long pass, a rush to catch it, then our man dropped it just as the whistle blew. We had lost the game! Lost! I looked around, and saw a lot of the girls pointing at me, laughing as they knew what was coming. So did I. The benches were all metal, so I couldn’t sink into them, but I wanted to.
By the time I got home my sister was there, grinning from ear to ear. My mother wasn’t very sympathetic, and told me that in the morning she would help me get ready, then turn me into a girl! Dad was there at the game with me, and also knew what was about to happen to me, but there wasn’t a darn thing he could do about it. ’A man sticks by his word’ he always said, and I had made the bet all on my own. By the terms of the bet, I would have to work as a waitress for a month while attending school as a girl at the same time. But there are six more months of sports, and I had also agreed to become a cheerleader for every game from now until then. Mom saw the implications at once, and dropped a bombshell on me when she told me that I would probably have to remain as a girl until the end of the year since it would be to hard for me to keep changing back and forth, and with some games in the afternoon, there would not be enough time for me to change clothes! I protested, but the best I could get out of her was a ’Maybe. We’ll see.’
All three of the girls were at our house in the morning. Shelly had brought one of her uniforms for me to try on, but I was with mom in her room, with very strict instructions that everyone was to stay away. I had no idea how to go about this, except maybe to just put the clothes on, but mom asked me if I really wanted to be such a clown while I was a waitress. I could do it that way of course, but I would be the laughing stock of the town if I did. Mom had me strip down, then covered me with a cream she said would removed all of my body hair, and she was right. After I washed my hair and shaved as close as I could, I stepped back into her bedroom wearing nothing but a towel. In her right hand she had a pair of panties. Pink panties. The idea of wearing them made me feel like a pervert, but, she insisted, so I slipped them on. They didn’t hide much by the way. Then she showed me how to put on pantyhose, which much to my delight, gave me shivers as the slick nylon slid over my now smooth skin. Once I had them to my waist, she gave me a pantybrief to wear, then pushed a folded washrag on each side, to give me hips. My still damp hair hung limp as she had me sit at her vanity.
Mom didn’t do anything but guide me through the mysteries of makeup. I had to do it all myself, because, she told me, I might as well learn how. First, foundation that matched my skin tone and a powder to make my face smooth and matte looking. Then eyeshadow in soft blue with gray over that, and lilac highlights. The hardest was the eyeliner, but I managed to draw a reasonably straight line on each eyelid, and outline each eye with a black pencil. It was starting to get scary as the face I knew so well became that of a cute girl! Mom was smiling while I was in shocked silence. Then she began to use her curling iron on my hair. Slowly but surely she made my mop of hair into a style that was not only feminine, but enhanced my face! That done, she wrapped a bra around me and fastened it in the front, drawing my fleshy chest up and into the cups, which she then padded with some small foam shoulder pads from one of her dresses. Next came the waist nipper that took my pudgy waist and made it a trim 26 inches! The slip was short and white with lace trimming. The dress she had selected from Carol’s closet was dark green. The sheath dress was at mid thigh on me, maybe higher because I’m a bit taller than my sister. The vee neck and no sleeves made me look thinner, and there was no doubt that I have a feminine figure.
Without warning, mom used a pin to pierce my one ear, then slipped a large gold hoop into each lobe. A thin gold necklace went around my neck, then she handed me the shoes. I stepped into the black heels and let her move me to the mirror. My greatest fear had come true. I looked just like a girl. All traces of the face I knew so well were gone.
’Shall we go?’
’Mom�do I have to do this? I mean, just look at me!’
’Yes, I know. You’re quite lovely. You should be very happy.’
’But they’ll think that I�’
’They will think that you’re very pretty, and that’s all! But maybe we should find a name for you when you’re dressed this way. I’m certain that you won’t want to use your own name. Do you have any suggestions?’
I gave it a minutes thought, then said ’Janet’, because I don’t know any girls by that name. Mom merely nodded her head, took my hand, and led me out of the room. With my heels clicking on the hardwood floor I felt as if I were walking the last mile to my death. I was both ashamed, and inwardly happy, that I looked this way. Happy because I didn’t look like a clown, and ashamed because I look so damned good! We walked into the familyroom together, and drew immediate gasps from the girls, a shocked ’oh no’ from my father, and a grin from my mother.
’Everyone, this is Janet.’
It was all I could do to stand there quietly and let them stare at me. Shelly, the waitress, stood up and walked over to me. Her eyes looked me over from head to toe and back, then she smiled at me!
’The way you look? I’ll have more tip money than I ever got! You look fantastic! I can hardly wait until Jenny sees you! She’ll probably not want you on as a cheerleader!’
It was all I could do to stand there like that. Every instinct in my body was telling me to haul ass and change clothes as quickly as possible, but of course, no matter how much he might dislike it, my father would make me stand by my word, so there I stood. Carol wasn’t grinning quite as much now that she has seen me, while both Michelle and Shelly looked at me carefully. The girls wanted me to go with them, to some hamburger joint I guess, but mom said no. My tenure as a girl didn’t officially start until Monday, and ’besides’ she said, ’She needs a few things of her own.’ All of the girls understood, but it went right over my head. My parents told the girls to leave, then mom told me what she meant.
’We don’t share underwear, Janet. You and I are going shopping and get you a few things you’ll need, like panties of your own, probably two bras, and if we can find it, a padded pantybrief of your own. That way you won’t have to use washrags to have hips. I’ll get you a handbag and we can go.’
That was it. No discussion, no questions, nothing. I was going with her and that’s all there was to it! Mom returned with a small black shoulder bag, handed it to me, and headed for the door, only stopping to make sure I was following her. I didn’t like it, but I did it. That first step outside was terrible, and I quickly got in the car, and saw mom laughing at me!
’Quit worrying so much about this! You look just delicious, and if someone didn’t know, they never would unless you tell them or give it away. Walk with me, take the same step I do, hold your elbows in and use your hands more. Stand up straight and act like you belong there, and you’ll be fine. This might last a while Janet, so you might as well get used to it. Who knows? Maybe you’ll end up liking it!’
Mom was way off base there, but I said nothing. At the mall it was all I could do to get myself out of the car, but as soon as we walked inside I started to freeze up, really. Mom gently took my arm, and started walking, and I had no choice but to follow her. She was walking normally, and I had no trouble keeping up with her. Only my pace was wrong. We went into lingerie, and mom picked up a couple of packages of panties and two bra, without asking me if I liked them or not. Because we now had what she said I needed, I expected to leave, but no. She went into the shoe department, pointing out that I would need to have some very comfortable shoes to work in at the restaurant, plus shoes for school and pair of gym shoes for cheerleading. The guy never batted an eye as I tried on the shoes for fit, although I’m pretty sure he tried to look up my dress once. From there mom took me to one of those makeup shops where they redid my makeup and mom bought what they used. As good as I looked when mom helped me do my makeup, I looked twice as good now. There wasn’t one trace of my beard at all. I also had the feeling that my mother wasn’t done yet, and I was right. She took me into the dress shop where I also bought two dresses and two skirts with blouses to match, and later, at a specialty lingerie shop called Freddie’s, a padded pantybrief and a pair of breastforms! I was thoroughly embarrassed when mom dragged me into the changing room to try on those breastforms, but she said they were perfect, and I left wearing them.
By the time we got home I had lost most of my fear of being in public, but quite not all. Dad wasn’t home when we got there and I assumed that I would be able to change, and I was right, but not into my jeans. Mom wanted me to try on both dresses and skirts. She unzipped me and I went to my room, put the first dress on, and went into shock. I had not realized how low the vee neck front was when we bought it, and the twin mounds of my brand new breasts could clearly be seen swelling against the bra! I zipped it up, and because mom demanded it, I went back to the familyroom, and there sat dad, my sister, mom, and Shelly! After we all stared at each other for a moment, I walked and posed for everyone, trying to camp it up a little.
Shelly held up a plastic bag that had uniforms like the ones she wore in it. Four of them, all in my size.
’I cleared it with my boss, Janet. I told him you were filling in for me, but I didn’t tell him you’re a guy. You look so good that he wouldn’t have believed me anyway. He gave me these for you to wear. Here’s my schedule. Girl, you look hot! See you tomorrow in school.’
I took the bag and watched her leave, that sinking feeling in my gut again. Mom told me that I might as well stay dressed for the rest of the day, so I did, and that night she set out what I would wear to school the next day. A skirt and blouse with pantyhose, ankle socks and flats. I was told to be up early so she could help me do my hair and makeup. She also tossed me a nightgown, a nylon one. I had a hard night filled with dreams of taunts, but also having some of the guys hitting on me!
Mom helped me get ready, which didn’t take as long this time, since I knew what I had to do, but the skirt was a lot shorter than I realized, and once again I had a lot of leg showing. Mom gave me the same purse, this time it was filled with my wallet, a lipstick, a small bottle of perfume, and some tissue. She also reminded me not to forget it. I drove to school with more than a little apprehension, but I was on my way, and there was no return. Especially after I set one foot in the school. After that it would be what it would be. As I walked in I was a bit surprised that nobody stared at me, and I went to my first class. Nobody even bothered to look at me, until I sat down in my regular chair, which set off a few gasps. Just then the teacher came in and took roll call. When she got to my name, I expected to hear my male name, but she didn’t miss a beat when she asked for Janet. ’Here’ I said, and she went on as if it was the most normal thing in the world, but it wasn’t! The fact that she knew what name I was using told me that someone, probably my mother, had called and told her in advance of my appearance.
I got a lot of looks, but nobody said a word, because they wouldn’t dare, not in class. On the way to my next class however, it was an entirely different thing. My best friend, Greg, stood there looking at me like I was an alien.
’Holy Cow! You look just like a�I mean you’re beauti�what I mean to say is, you don’t look like I thought you would!’
’You should try it from my side of this, Greg!’
’No thanks! Let me walk with you to your next class.’
I thought he might take my hand for a minute, and so did he, but we both pulled away. It was like that all day. Gaping stares from the guys, but the girls weren’t giggling at me either. The boys always had their eyes wide open when they saw me, but only Greg talked to me. By the time lunch came around I was used to
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Fashion games and character creators featuring men, boys, trans men, rogues and princes. Design the look of that male character in your novel or dress up boys from your favorite fandom. The best male dress up games online. There are 7319 Dress Up games on MaFa.Com, such as Baby Hazel FootBall Dressup, Baby Hazel Mason Dressup and Baby Hazel Farmer Dressup. Sceptre x22wggamer driver for macbook pro. We have chosen the best Dress Up.
*Dress Up A Tomboy
*Mtf Dress Up Games
*Tomboy Gamesby Janet L. Stickney
<This story is archived on Crystal’s Story Site, but I’ve also asked permission to showcase it here as well, since it’s based on one of the images I have in the Modified Covers gallery. (This one has a character named Jenny, also..hmmm..) - Jenny>Comments and Disclaimers.
This story was inspired by the fine graphic artistry of Jenny North. Her grasp of the conflicts and impossible situations we sometimes find ourselves in, are without a doubt some of the best I have seen, as she brings a refreshing and sometimes funny peek into our secret lives. Jenny North’s site is worth a serious look. Laugh, cry, or snicker all you want, but please, hope you don’t end up on one of her magazine covers. This story was inspired by her cover entitled ’After School Transvestite.’
Jenny’s site is tgfa.org, which is a link on Crystal Sprite’s site: Storysite.org
Thanks, Janet
A New Waitress
’You girls have it made! All you have to do is look good and wait for some guy to ask you out! We pay and you get all the benefits without doing anything.’
’Listen, you big ape. I work six days a week just to have any money at all. That means that when I go on a date it costs me money--money I need just to have an allowance!’
’Right. Okay, you maybe, but not many girls have to do that, and I still say that you girls have it easy!’
Shelly, my sister Carol, and Michelle went into a huddle for a minute, then they stood facing me.
’Okay, since you seem to think we have it made, we’ll make you a bet. We have a game this weekend, right? If we win the game, we’ll pay you $300. But, if we lose the game, then you have to work my job, as a girl, wearing the same uniform I do, for a month, and I still get the money--tips and all!’
Nobody ever said I was the brightest in the school, and I proved it that day. Our team was the favorite by everyone, including the other team. So far, they haven’t won even one game. This would be a snap, and both of those girls would pay for it. Just as I was about to say something, my buddy Greg walked up, and I told him what the bet was. Like me, he knew we were a shoo in to win. With him standing right next to me, I agreed to the terms of the bet. Carol very carefully said them again, and asked me if that was right, and I said yes. There was no way we were going to lose this game. We’re ranked third, and they are in last place. Greg agreed with me, and we walked away knowing that the girls had made a dumb bet. Of course, our bet was all over the school the next day, spread by the girls no doubt, and I took a lot of teasing about it, but most people thought that I was in no danger. Only the girls were gloating. Even my teachers had heard about it, and one of them even wanted me to extend the bet. If our team won, I would get extra credit, which would put me in the top ten percent of the class, just, but if we lost, she wanted me to come to school as a girl, for the same month I would be working as a waitress. I was so sure of the outcome that I agreed to her bet right in class, which was also all over the school in a hot minute.
I stand about 5’7’ in my bare feet, weigh about 140 or so, and I have auburn hair streaked with dark blond and green eyes. I’m 17 now, and just as cocky as any 17 year old boy. My buddy Greg was a constant companion, and a good friend, but twice he told me that I would makeup as a real foxy chick! I wanted to slap him. When mom found out what was going on, from my sister of course, I got no sympathy at all. She merely told me that if I lose, she would be the one to help me become a girl, and after all, a month isn’t that long. Dad thought it was hilarious, because like me, he knew we weren’t going to lose the game. Then mom told me that I would be quite pretty as a girl!
’Face it honey, you look more like me than Carol does. We have the same nose, chin, eyes and coloring, while Carol takes after your father a bit more. I think it’s going to be easy to turn you into a girl!’
’We’re not going to lose mom, no problem there!’
’We’ll see, won’t we?’
There it was. The bet, the odds, and the possible outcomes. There was no way I was going to lose, and I was going to enjoy watching those girls fork over a $100 apiece. I went to bed confident and sure of myself. When I got to school the next day I found someone had painted my locker pink, and there was a bra hanging from the lock, still in the package. I got a lot of laughs about that, but stuck it in my locker and went to class. The guys on the team assured me they were going to win, which was very reassuring. With two days to go before the game, still sure of myself, and now over confident about the outcome, I guess I was a bit cocky about it, which is when I was confronted by several girls on the cheerleading squad. They told me they wanted in on this bet. If we win the game they said, they would do my homework for the rest of the year. If we lost the game, I would have to become a cheerleader for the rest of the season! Why did everyone want to see me in a dress I asked myself, just before I agreed. How could I not? I mean, the game is a lock isn’t it?
I was in the stands, watching as we rolled over them. We were ahead by 6 going into the fourth, and I almost left I was so sure we were going to win. But they intercepted a pass and ran to the 5. A short lateral pass, a mad dash, and they scored! The game was now tied, and I had an ugly feeling in my gut. They have the ball, and need only one point to win. The kicker hit it squarely and the ball soared high and right, but drifted back and crossed over the cross bar. We were now down by one, and there were only two minutes on the clock. I was on the edge of my seat as we accepted the ball at the 25, and our man began to run. He was hit by three guys, the ball squirted free, bouncing into the air, end over end. There was a scramble to catch it, and we tried, but their team ended up with the ball. In two plays they scored again with a field goal and we were down by four with less than two minutes to play. As the clock ticked down we moved the ball to the 40. A field goal would not win the game, only a touchdown. The snap, a long pass, a rush to catch it, then our man dropped it just as the whistle blew. We had lost the game! Lost! I looked around, and saw a lot of the girls pointing at me, laughing as they knew what was coming. So did I. The benches were all metal, so I couldn’t sink into them, but I wanted to.
By the time I got home my sister was there, grinning from ear to ear. My mother wasn’t very sympathetic, and told me that in the morning she would help me get ready, then turn me into a girl! Dad was there at the game with me, and also knew what was about to happen to me, but there wasn’t a darn thing he could do about it. ’A man sticks by his word’ he always said, and I had made the bet all on my own. By the terms of the bet, I would have to work as a waitress for a month while attending school as a girl at the same time. But there are six more months of sports, and I had also agreed to become a cheerleader for every game from now until then. Mom saw the implications at once, and dropped a bombshell on me when she told me that I would probably have to remain as a girl until the end of the year since it would be to hard for me to keep changing back and forth, and with some games in the afternoon, there would not be enough time for me to change clothes! I protested, but the best I could get out of her was a ’Maybe. We’ll see.’
All three of the girls were at our house in the morning. Shelly had brought one of her uniforms for me to try on, but I was with mom in her room, with very strict instructions that everyone was to stay away. I had no idea how to go about this, except maybe to just put the clothes on, but mom asked me if I really wanted to be such a clown while I was a waitress. I could do it that way of course, but I would be the laughing stock of the town if I did. Mom had me strip down, then covered me with a cream she said would removed all of my body hair, and she was right. After I washed my hair and shaved as close as I could, I stepped back into her bedroom wearing nothing but a towel. In her right hand she had a pair of panties. Pink panties. The idea of wearing them made me feel like a pervert, but, she insisted, so I slipped them on. They didn’t hide much by the way. Then she showed me how to put on pantyhose, which much to my delight, gave me shivers as the slick nylon slid over my now smooth skin. Once I had them to my waist, she gave me a pantybrief to wear, then pushed a folded washrag on each side, to give me hips. My still damp hair hung limp as she had me sit at her vanity.
Mom didn’t do anything but guide me through the mysteries of makeup. I had to do it all myself, because, she told me, I might as well learn how. First, foundation that matched my skin tone and a powder to make my face smooth and matte looking. Then eyeshadow in soft blue with gray over that, and lilac highlights. The hardest was the eyeliner, but I managed to draw a reasonably straight line on each eyelid, and outline each eye with a black pencil. It was starting to get scary as the face I knew so well became that of a cute girl! Mom was smiling while I was in shocked silence. Then she began to use her curling iron on my hair. Slowly but surely she made my mop of hair into a style that was not only feminine, but enhanced my face! That done, she wrapped a bra around me and fastened it in the front, drawing my fleshy chest up and into the cups, which she then padded with some small foam shoulder pads from one of her dresses. Next came the waist nipper that took my pudgy waist and made it a trim 26 inches! The slip was short and white with lace trimming. The dress she had selected from Carol’s closet was dark green. The sheath dress was at mid thigh on me, maybe higher because I’m a bit taller than my sister. The vee neck and no sleeves made me look thinner, and there was no doubt that I have a feminine figure.
Without warning, mom used a pin to pierce my one ear, then slipped a large gold hoop into each lobe. A thin gold necklace went around my neck, then she handed me the shoes. I stepped into the black heels and let her move me to the mirror. My greatest fear had come true. I looked just like a girl. All traces of the face I knew so well were gone.
’Shall we go?’
’Mom�do I have to do this? I mean, just look at me!’
’Yes, I know. You’re quite lovely. You should be very happy.’
’But they’ll think that I�’
’They will think that you’re very pretty, and that’s all! But maybe we should find a name for you when you’re dressed this way. I’m certain that you won’t want to use your own name. Do you have any suggestions?’
I gave it a minutes thought, then said ’Janet’, because I don’t know any girls by that name. Mom merely nodded her head, took my hand, and led me out of the room. With my heels clicking on the hardwood floor I felt as if I were walking the last mile to my death. I was both ashamed, and inwardly happy, that I looked this way. Happy because I didn’t look like a clown, and ashamed because I look so damned good! We walked into the familyroom together, and drew immediate gasps from the girls, a shocked ’oh no’ from my father, and a grin from my mother.
’Everyone, this is Janet.’
It was all I could do to stand there quietly and let them stare at me. Shelly, the waitress, stood up and walked over to me. Her eyes looked me over from head to toe and back, then she smiled at me!
’The way you look? I’ll have more tip money than I ever got! You look fantastic! I can hardly wait until Jenny sees you! She’ll probably not want you on as a cheerleader!’
It was all I could do to stand there like that. Every instinct in my body was telling me to haul ass and change clothes as quickly as possible, but of course, no matter how much he might dislike it, my father would make me stand by my word, so there I stood. Carol wasn’t grinning quite as much now that she has seen me, while both Michelle and Shelly looked at me carefully. The girls wanted me to go with them, to some hamburger joint I guess, but mom said no. My tenure as a girl didn’t officially start until Monday, and ’besides’ she said, ’She needs a few things of her own.’ All of the girls understood, but it went right over my head. My parents told the girls to leave, then mom told me what she meant.
’We don’t share underwear, Janet. You and I are going shopping and get you a few things you’ll need, like panties of your own, probably two bras, and if we can find it, a padded pantybrief of your own. That way you won’t have to use washrags to have hips. I’ll get you a handbag and we can go.’
That was it. No discussion, no questions, nothing. I was going with her and that’s all there was to it! Mom returned with a small black shoulder bag, handed it to me, and headed for the door, only stopping to make sure I was following her. I didn’t like it, but I did it. That first step outside was terrible, and I quickly got in the car, and saw mom laughing at me!
’Quit worrying so much about this! You look just delicious, and if someone didn’t know, they never would unless you tell them or give it away. Walk with me, take the same step I do, hold your elbows in and use your hands more. Stand up straight and act like you belong there, and you’ll be fine. This might last a while Janet, so you might as well get used to it. Who knows? Maybe you’ll end up liking it!’
Mom was way off base there, but I said nothing. At the mall it was all I could do to get myself out of the car, but as soon as we walked inside I started to freeze up, really. Mom gently took my arm, and started walking, and I had no choice but to follow her. She was walking normally, and I had no trouble keeping up with her. Only my pace was wrong. We went into lingerie, and mom picked up a couple of packages of panties and two bra, without asking me if I liked them or not. Because we now had what she said I needed, I expected to leave, but no. She went into the shoe department, pointing out that I would need to have some very comfortable shoes to work in at the restaurant, plus shoes for school and pair of gym shoes for cheerleading. The guy never batted an eye as I tried on the shoes for fit, although I’m pretty sure he tried to look up my dress once. From there mom took me to one of those makeup shops where they redid my makeup and mom bought what they used. As good as I looked when mom helped me do my makeup, I looked twice as good now. There wasn’t one trace of my beard at all. I also had the feeling that my mother wasn’t done yet, and I was right. She took me into the dress shop where I also bought two dresses and two skirts with blouses to match, and later, at a specialty lingerie shop called Freddie’s, a padded pantybrief and a pair of breastforms! I was thoroughly embarrassed when mom dragged me into the changing room to try on those breastforms, but she said they were perfect, and I left wearing them.
By the time we got home I had lost most of my fear of being in public, but quite not all. Dad wasn’t home when we got there and I assumed that I would be able to change, and I was right, but not into my jeans. Mom wanted me to try on both dresses and skirts. She unzipped me and I went to my room, put the first dress on, and went into shock. I had not realized how low the vee neck front was when we bought it, and the twin mounds of my brand new breasts could clearly be seen swelling against the bra! I zipped it up, and because mom demanded it, I went back to the familyroom, and there sat dad, my sister, mom, and Shelly! After we all stared at each other for a moment, I walked and posed for everyone, trying to camp it up a little.
Shelly held up a plastic bag that had uniforms like the ones she wore in it. Four of them, all in my size.
’I cleared it with my boss, Janet. I told him you were filling in for me, but I didn’t tell him you’re a guy. You look so good that he wouldn’t have believed me anyway. He gave me these for you to wear. Here’s my schedule. Girl, you look hot! See you tomorrow in school.’
I took the bag and watched her leave, that sinking feeling in my gut again. Mom told me that I might as well stay dressed for the rest of the day, so I did, and that night she set out what I would wear to school the next day. A skirt and blouse with pantyhose, ankle socks and flats. I was told to be up early so she could help me do my hair and makeup. She also tossed me a nightgown, a nylon one. I had a hard night filled with dreams of taunts, but also having some of the guys hitting on me!
Mom helped me get ready, which didn’t take as long this time, since I knew what I had to do, but the skirt was a lot shorter than I realized, and once again I had a lot of leg showing. Mom gave me the same purse, this time it was filled with my wallet, a lipstick, a small bottle of perfume, and some tissue. She also reminded me not to forget it. I drove to school with more than a little apprehension, but I was on my way, and there was no return. Especially after I set one foot in the school. After that it would be what it would be. As I walked in I was a bit surprised that nobody stared at me, and I went to my first class. Nobody even bothered to look at me, until I sat down in my regular chair, which set off a few gasps. Just then the teacher came in and took roll call. When she got to my name, I expected to hear my male name, but she didn’t miss a beat when she asked for Janet. ’Here’ I said, and she went on as if it was the most normal thing in the world, but it wasn’t! The fact that she knew what name I was using told me that someone, probably my mother, had called and told her in advance of my appearance.
I got a lot of looks, but nobody said a word, because they wouldn’t dare, not in class. On the way to my next class however, it was an entirely different thing. My best friend, Greg, stood there looking at me like I was an alien.
’Holy Cow! You look just like a�I mean you’re beauti�what I mean to say is, you don’t look like I thought you would!’
’You should try it from my side of this, Greg!’
’No thanks! Let me walk with you to your next class.’
I thought he might take my hand for a minute, and so did he, but we both pulled away. It was like that all day. Gaping stares from the guys, but the girls weren’t giggling at me either. The boys always had their eyes wide open when they saw me, but only Greg talked to me. By the time lunch came around I was used to
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