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Chapter 4 - Meet Megan Campbell, Teenage Girl (In Training)

The rest of the afternoon was amazing! I'd never been in a sound studio before, but Scott seemed to have a way of putting me at ease. I don't know if I could have finished the CD without him there to help me get through it.

He had me sing a couple more Hannah Montana songs, claiming that we would probably be after the same target market. But he also gave me some sheet music to read through and try to learn the words for. After 15-20 minutes, he had me start singing the song, entitled 'Intuition'. I could see Scott and my dad in the control booth, and the look on their faces as I sang was one of awe.

The new song was apparently one the studio was floating around to some of their top scouts. They were looking for a young girl who could make the song skyrocket up the hit charts. According to Scott, I was exactly what they were looking for. He was acting like a kid on Christmas morning as he burned a copy of the CD, and placed it into his briefcase, muttering something about how long he would have to wait to play it for the record company because of the weekend.

Dad and I left shortly after signing some paperwork. He felt certain that we were going to hear from the record company quickly.

Mom hugged and kissed me when I got home, clearly happy that Scott hadn't backed out of giving me the opportunity to sing. I think she was afraid that if he did, I wouldn't try living as Megan. Truth was I probably would have started living as Megan either way.

In celebration, she decided we needed to go shopping. Apparently I needed all kinds of new clothes if I was going to make this change a reality.

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I had a couple of outfits for Megan in my closet from previous outings, and mom made me change into a pair of jeans and a pink top after forcing me to take a shower and shave my legs and underarms. She then tied my hair back into a ponytail with a lacy ribbon. A dab of makeup and I looked like any other 16-year-old girl!

Instead of cringing at how quickly I could be turned into a girl, like I usually did, I liked the idea this time! If I was embracing this new life, then I was glad this part would be easy. I even thought I was fairly attractive.

The boys seemed to agree. They would stare at my mom and me while we shopped, but I was pretty sure they weren't looking at Mom...much. It was a strange feeling, but one I no longer seemed to find disgusting, like I had on my previous outings as Megan.

Shopping is definitely a different experience when you're a girl. Mom insisted that we start at the beauty parlor. They didn't have any openings available, but I did get an appointment for Monday evening.

They did pierce my ears for free though, something I wasn't expecting to do. Mary had suggested earlier that morning that I should try to live full time while not at school. In three weeks when the school year ended I could then live full time, and we would register me as Megan when school started up again. Having pierced ears was going to make these last three weeks difficult. At least the studs weren't too flashy, but they were quite feminine.

Next my mom dragged me into a department store and over to the junior’s section. She then proceeded to get me fitted for a bra.

"She doesn't have much," my mom was telling the sales lady. "We were wondering if you had anything that could maybe...emphasize a bit."

The lady chuckled, which didn't make me feel any better about my small chest. Why couldn't it grow faster?

Wow! Where did that thought come from? It was the first time that I was unhappy about the small growth. Before, I was wishing that it wasn't growing at all!

I was ushered into one of the dressing rooms, where the lady asked me to take off my top. A little embarrassed, I complied. Nobody other than my mom had seen them before. She then took a measuring tape and took a few measurements. AA, possibly an A was her pronouncement.

"Wait here, I'll see what we can do," she said before leaving me alone in the dressing room.

I turned back to the mirror, and took a good look at myself. Wearing a pair of girl’s jeans, and with my upper torso nude, I looked like a girl! There was no way to deny it. The small waist, the girly nipples, and the budding breasts were enough to convince anyone who would have seen me!

I was mesmerized with myself until she returned; handing me a bra that she claimed "has some padding."

It did. Putting it on really made a big difference, even Mom was excited when I showed her. She gave me a huge hug and said her little girl was growing up too fast.

We proceeded to purchase a number of these bras, and some panties to go with them. My mom then started in on the rest. Pantyhose, jeans, pants, skirts, tops, even a couple of dresses were soon being rung up and placed in bags as we moved along the mall.

I think my mom got carried away with the bikini though. I knew from wearing panties that I could pass convincingly in the crotch area with a tuck, and would be able to do so in the bikini, but I certainly wasn't ready to wear it. Mom just said I would need something to wear this summer.

We then proceeded to the food court, where we ordered a couple of salads and found a seat.

"Megan?" I heard someone ask while we were eating. I turned to look, and Emily was standing there, looking at me while trying to decide if what she was seeing was real.

"Hi, Em," I started, not quite sure how to explain my presence.

"It IS you!" she said, sitting down at one of the empty seats at our table. "What are you doing here?"

"Um," I said, still struggling with how to respond. "Shopping?"

"Obviously," she retorted, looking at the bags on the floor. "But what are YOU doing here?"

My mom was staying out of this conversation, unfortunately. I saw the amusement in her eyes when I glanced at her briefly before turning back to Emily.

"The demo CD went really well," I explained. "I'm going to be living as a girl for a while."

The shock on Emily's face was apparent. I'd talked to her and to Ethan about the possibility of living as Megan, but it always seemed like something in the future.

"All the time?" she asked. She seemed happier with the prospect than I thought she would.

"Except for school, at least until the end of the year."

"That's so great!" she said, wrapping me in a hug. "I'm so excited! We're going to be even better friends!"

"So you're okay with it?" I asked her, still not completely sure.

"You bet! I've been waiting for this moment for years!"

I shook my head, not really believing what she was saying.

"Oh my gosh!" she nearly screamed. "You got your ears pierced!"

She went on and on about my upcoming life changes while my mom and I continued eating. I think she was more excited than I was at that point.

"We still need to get shoes," my mom interrupted when we had finished eating.

"I'm coming with you guys," Emily told us. I think Mom was slightly peeved at her, interrupting our first true mother/daughter outing, but she seemed to realize that Emily was my best friend, and I was going to need all the support that I could get in the months ahead.

We ended up buying way more shoes than I thought I needed. I struggled slightly when trying on heels, but I'd worn them before and got better as we continued shopping.

"Do you need a ride home?" Mom asked Emily when we were finished.

Emily nodded. "If it's alright, it would save my mom the trip out to get me."

Mom nodded back to her, and Emily pulled out her cell phone to let her mom know she no longer needed a ride.

The Prescotts, Emily's family, live next door to us, so it was easy enough to give her a ride home. I figured she'd be over at my home anyway to see what I had purchased. I was right.

We pulled into the garage, and Emily helped my mom and I lug the numerous bags into my room.

"At least you don't have to redecorate," Emily told me when we had entered my room. I merely nodded. The furniture was actually pretty unisex, but I had a vanity against one wall and the dominant color was a pastel yellow. I couldn't recall when my room had become so girly, it seemed like it happened gradually over the last couple of years.

It took us a while to unpack the bags. My mom made us bag up most of my boy clothes, leaving only enough to get me through the last three weeks of school. When we started putting away my new clothes, Emily made me try on nearly every outfit. She burst into a fit of giggles when she saw the bikini, but at least she didn't make me try it on.

Later that night while laying in bed, wearing a soft nightgown we had purchased earlier, I marveled at how quickly the transformation had occurred. It was only this morning that I had talked to Mary about it, and now I was dreading Monday morning, when I would have to dress as a boy again.

With a sigh, I drifted off to sleep.

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