Part 2

My life as I knew it gets turned upside down for a fundraiser at my High School. What started as just an embarrassing request leads to so much more.

Part 2

Chapter 4 ----

Thankfully my life seemed to return to normal. My mother after successfully convincing me to enter the pageant had backed off and stopped pestering me about it. Over the next 10 days hardly anything at home seemed out of the ordinary. We never even chatted again about the unusual events of Saturday night at the Miller's. The only noticeable oddity at home was a shift in our diets. At dinner on Monday, my mother declared we both needed to eat healthier and get in better shape. Neither my mother or I was overweight, but she insisted that we could both benefit from a better diet.

Mom's definition of healthier was mostly just less. My daily lunch sandwich had been replaced with either, yogurt, chicken broth, or a small salad. Dinner was equally skimpy and also low-cal. After about three days, I was grateful for my small bowl of cereal in the morning. Even an occasional clementine orange seem like a splurge. I protested the meager rations, but mom somehow persuaded me to stick with it for a while. The first week alone I dropped 3 pounds.

Kayla also started in on a lighter diet, so it was hard to get any sympathy from her. Our relationship had taken a step up, but it was not a lovefest like I had been dreaming about. In public, it was mostly handholding, hugs, or an occasional cheek kiss. When we were studying or in private we might actually kiss or lay together, but it was not as passionate as on that strange night. Much like my mother, Kayla had backed off bombarding me with talk about the fundraiser. On occasion she would mention the rumored nominees or teams that had formed, but she avoided teasing me about further dressing up. I certainly thought about that night and wondered what might be in store for me in the future.

On Friday, almost two weeks after I had made my commitment, the official nominations and approved teams were announced over the school's intercom system. I was grateful it was during last period. The fundraising benefit had managed to achieve a full set of contestants. 15 students had been coaxed into the contest and it was obvious that the program was off to a successful start.

I knew most of the students to some extent and they were freshmen, sophomores, or juniors. All of the seniors had managed to avoid being part of the gauntlet. The group had a few students that Kayla had already mentioned, including Mrs. Gunther's son. The remaining kids that were in the field only surprised me a little. Three of the students I knew from theater and two more from the school swing choir. I really did not know the four freshmen entrants that well, but of the junior contestants, the one I knew the best was a boy named Bill or as his friends call him Billy.

Billy was one of the few openly gay people I knew. He was a nice kid, but anyone who met him would know instantly about his lifestyle. Some of the other nominees were similar to me with long hair and most of those were average or below average in physical stature. Two of the juniors were really big kids and I was sure they would probably play for laughs off their obvious masculine looks. My first impression was that five or six of the boys could probably make passable girls without too much difficulty. At least from a visual perspective, I thought the winner would probably come from that pack.

I tried exiting the school as quickly as possible, but I received a lot of attention before I could clear. Most of it was good-natured or attempts to be funny, but I still wished I had been a million miles away. One of my old friends, the one that gave me the nickname flower boy, smiled at me and said, “Now I will have to call you flower girl.”

I felt my heart sink a little as a couple of the kids standing within earshot then added, “Good luck flower girl.” I never really hated the flower boy name, but now I was afraid the new nickname would also catch on.

I took my iPhone out of my locker and saw that Kayla had left me a text. “Now that it is official we are going to have to start getting you ready. I will touch bases with your mom and give you a call later.”

I made my way home with a new sense of dread. I was now officially a beauty pageant contestant and all of my classmates knew it. The calm that had followed my dressing experience at Kayla's house would soon be turned into a storm. I was certain that Kayla had all sorts of crazy thoughts now spinning around in her head. I knew it would not be long before I started hearing them. I was grateful I had no commitments for the weekend so I could just stay at home and hideout.

At home I retreated to my room and listen to some music. As was my daily routine almost every day after school, I went to check Facebook to find out what was up with my friends. The chatter was mostly focused on the fundraiser. One of the girls on the student council had posted the question, “Which contestant do you think will make the cutest girl?”

The comments section for this question already had a massive string of responses. As I suspected, there was a small group of contestants that got most of the attention. I was clearly one of the Facebook favorites. It wasn't enough that some of us were mentioned, but many of the comments were tough to ignore. They weren't intentionally cruel, but included statements like: future babe, will be a hottie, chic want-to-be, and prom queen material. I wanted to defend myself with a post, but I couldn't think of anything clever to fight back with. I just read the statements and didn't involve myself in the chats.

My mother got home just a little later then usual with some soup and salad from the Corner Bakery. She could see my shaken mood and I eventually filled her in on the afternoon events.

“Honey the news is out. You no longer have to worry about it. Now you can focus on getting yourself ready. No more secrets… Just be the best Ellie you can be.”

“I will mom, but it doesn't just make all of the embarrassment go away.”

“As you get closer and more comfortable in the role it will become much easier, maybe even second nature.”

“I doubt that I will ever get comfortable. One night in a dress convinced me to do this, but I still felt like a boy in a dress.”

“We will work on that. You just need some practice and grooming.”

“Kayla is probably dying to work her skills on me again.”

“You are probably right, but tomorrow it's Lulus turn.”

“Lulu! Isn't she the woman who cuts your hair?”

“Yes, she agreed to help us work on your styling.”

“What!”

“She's my friend. Lulu is going to work on getting get your hair in shape. At first it will be mostly hair treatments with very little cutting. However, before the big show she will give you a winning style. She styles a lot of the girls at your school so don't worry.”

“Yeah, but I'm a boy.”

“Hair is hair and now you can make good use of your long locks.”

“Do we have to start so soon?”

“You have a 10 a.m. appointment. It will be a great way to get you into the right frame of mind. I am getting a color and cut too.”

“Gee that sounds so wonderful.”

“Don't be sarcastic.”

“Fine. Just don't let her do too much.”

“Okay dear. Just trust Lulu.”

The next morning I wore jeans and a blue V-neck sweater to the salon. I wanted to be invisible the moment we went through the front doors. I could feel the eyes of some of the patrons staring at me. The five minute wait before I was called seemed like an hour.

Lulu introduced herself to me as she scoped out my hair and face.

“You have a lot of your mother's features. She probably looked a lot like you 20 years ago. I look forward to bringing out your inner beauty. You are going to have truly beautiful hair.”

“Thank you, but it's just for the show.”

“Your mom wants you to look perfect. I'll help you achieve something that if you are open-minded will look great. Just relax; I don't plan to dramatically transform you overnight. It will be gradual.”

“That's good since this thing is over 3 months away.”

“That's probably just enough time.”

“I think that's ludicrous, but what do you have in store for me today?”

“Enough with the questions. Ginger is going to wash your hair now.”

I had never had my hair washed by anyone other than my mother and that had been a few years ago. It felt very relaxing and the scalp massage was a real bonus. I was whisked over to Lulu's chair and a long silky red cape was wrapped around me. Lulu brushed my hair out and then went to work with just a comb and scissors. She hardly cut much off. When I asked what she was doing she said she was just evening off the length and trimming some damaged ends.

When she finished with the trim she spread some sticky substance above my eyes and before I knew what she was doing she had ripped out some of my eyebrow. I was shocked by the pain, but even more so that she had thinned out my brows. I started to complain, but she just said I was lucky they were not waxing my whole body today.

I thought they were done with me when I was ushered back to the hair washing area. This time they worked some smelly stuff into the roots along my scalp and then spread it throughout the rest of my hair. They then had me wait there for nearly a half an hour. Finally Ginger washed the treatment out and dried it off with a towel. I was shifted back to Lulu's chair where she blow-dried my hair. I tried to get a look at myself, but I was intentionally hidden from her big mirror.

It took less than 10 minutes of blow-drying before Lulu declared that she was done. “That's it for today. I will see you at the same time in 3 weeks.”

I finally got a chance to see myself and I was dumbfounded. I had thought she was just treating my hair, but instead it had been dyed to a more traditional blonde shade. My mousy color was now a shiny light golden blonde. It almost perfectly matched the color of Reese Witherspoon's picture on the cover of people magazine. I only remember that, because Kayla had asked me what I thought of her hairstyle. I liked it on her, but now I had it too.

Lulu had kept my hair straight with just a touch of under-curl at my neckline and shoulders. My eyes looked bigger because of the thin eyebrows that now framed them. The image was still me, but I clearly look less masculine and much more Ellie like. I did not know any boys with that shade of hair and the thin eyebrows certainly added to the ambiguous image. It was not an overtly girl style, but at best, I now had an androgynous appearance.

I knew it would be impossible to hide my new hair color at school. My mother did not share in my concern. She was quick to compliment me and told me it was a big improvement. I just wanted to get out of there before they did anything else to me.

After paying our tab mom looked at me with a very delighted expression, “Let's go to the claim company at Northbrook Court Mall and split a salad?”

“How about we pick up a pizza and go home?”

“It's not on our diet and besides I want to make a couple of quick stops at the mall.”

“I don't want anyone to see me looking like this.”

“Don't be silly. You look 100% better and besides you need to just get used to it.”

“Fine, but let's not hang out there forever.”

“Just as long as we need to.”

I enjoyed the chopped salad and was grateful for the bread roll that came with it. I felt fortunate that I did not see any friends while we were eating. After we paid the check, mom quickly led us out towards the atrium.

“Where are we going?”

“To pick up a few things and to get some professional advice.”

“Okay but where to?”

“Well the first place is only two doors down. If you remember, we talked about going there 3 or 4 months ago. I decided not to make you wait until you are 16 to get your ears pierced.”

“Huh, you want me to get my ears pierced?”

“Yes. It will help us down the road when you’re accessorizing.”

“Mom I only asked to get my left ear pierced, not both.”

“Doing both is just as simple and later if you choose to only wear one earring, no one will notice the other hole.”

“But for a while I will have to wear posts in both.”

“It was Kayla that suggested getting it done now so the holes will have plenty of time to heal.”

“I knew she was going to be trouble. How about after my next cut?”

“Stop whining. We are here now and I have already scoped out some nice gold studs for you.”

“Great. Anything else you have planned for me today?”

“One additional stop, but let's take care of this first.”

It only hurt for a few seconds and clearly added to my already androgynous appearance. I think a couple of the young girls in the store thought I was a girl getting my ears pierced. Rather than give them dirty looks I flashed a friendly smile at them. It was easier to play along than to be defiant.

“That wasn't so bad was it?”

“It's not the pain, but rather all of the changes coming at once.”

“You just look like a cuter version of Lucas. I'm sure it will pay benefits with Kayla.”

She was probably right about that, so I felt a tiny bit better.

“Let's get the other stop over with and go home.”

“Follow me, but if you see something in any of the windows that catches your eye let me know.”

“Where now?”

“We are off to see my old friend Rachel. She will be expecting us.”

“Expecting us for what? Where are we meeting her?”

“She's up on two and works at Soma’s.”

“Isn't Soma a place in California?”

“No, that is Sonoma, and this place is here at the mall.”

When we reached the front entrance I could see that Somas was a lot like Victoria Secrets down on the first floor. I always enjoyed looking into the window at Victoria Secrets, but had never been inside. Sensing my surprise my mother casually grabbed my hand and led me straight up to the counter. A beautiful woman that was probably 5-10 years younger than my mother reached out and greeted us.

“So you must be Sarah’s precious little Lucas. I think it's wonderful that you are throwing yourself into the Glenfield fundraiser. I can't wait to see you in the show.”

“Thank you. I didn't think many people knew about it already.”

“Your mother asked me to help out with my specialty.”

“I'm afraid to ask, but with what exactly?”

“Your mother asked me to help you get fitted for various types of lingerie. She said your current pieces were hand-me-downs and that you need to get some new items of your own.”

“This is ridiculous, I can't…”

“Quiet Lucas. Rachel is doing us a big favor. No one will see you and you can stay in the changing room.”

“I don't need this stuff. Kayla's mom gave me that set the other evening.”

“I have returned those. You are going to need all sorts of items. Some for special outfits and some for more everyday types of clothes.”

“Why so many?”

“Well for one thing you are not so naturally endowed. We will need things to give you better proportions.”

“I asked this before, but why so soon?”

“You cannot wear anything else without proper undergarments and more importantly you need to get used to them. Starting to wear a bra takes some getting used to for all girls.”

“Rachel may be good at this, but remember I am not built like her regular customers.”

“That's why you need her professional help. She works with people who have had cancer and have to live with other physical issues; besides she tells me that she has had a fair number of men and boys as customers before.”

“I can't believe I am here for this.”

Rachel showed me to the changing room where she told me to strip down to my panties. She seemed surprised when I told her I had jockeys on. I felt so naked as she measured by body from almost every spot. She even grabbed my chest to see how much lose fat I had around my breasts. They were a little flabbier than I would have liked, especially since I had lost some weight.

In an attempt to make light of my dilemma I joked, “I guess I really don't have that much to fill a bra in with.”

“I sell a lot of bras to girls with less and besides we have silicone inserts for you for those time when you want or need more shape.”

Rachel’s comment didn’t make me feel any better.

“When you pick out your gowns for the fundraiser you will probably have to come back for matching lingerie; until then, we will select a few traditional styles.”

“A few?”

“You need some for when you dress up more completely and others for when you are in boy mode.”

“I am not wearing them when I am in boy mode.”

“Honey, Rachel was going to fit you with some underwear that only you will know you are wearing. I want you to get used to them so it won't be a big deal every time you need to put them on. You won't have to wear them all the time, but you need to get over all of your anxieties.”

“Your mother is right. You will like how the seamless bras feel. Even the newer push-up styles are comfortable if you have the right fit.”

I spent the next fifteen minutes getting in and out of more than a dozen different brassiere style. The silicone inserts were only meant for a ‘B’ cup size, but they felt like mountains hanging from my chest. Even the bras that were not to be worn with the breast forms felt like they gave me a protruding set of breasts. I noticed that some of those had built-in padding. Rachel said the padding was to keep them smoother and more invisible, but they also added some cleavage.

After I had put on the last bra, a pink padded style, Rachel nodded and said, “We are done with the bra fitting for now.”

I was then handed a black thong like item that looked like a girl's skimpy bathing suit bottom.

“We don't sell these here, but I ordered you a couple when your mother explained the situation. I will leave the room and you can tuck your boy thing all the way back between your legs and pull this over the top. It should give you a flat front so you can try on some briefs.”

At this point nothing could have added to my over-the-top humiliation, so I just tried to comply. It was awkward at first, but I found that my body had a natural cavity for my balls and this allowed my thing to lay flat. The gaffe then created a flat illusion. It was pretty disconcerting not to see any lump showing.

“Okay I have it on.”

“Try these on over the gaff.”

I slipped the lacy pair of pink panties up my legs and they snugly covered the gaff and my hips. I couldn't help but stare at my figure in the full-length mirror. I now had what looked like a young girl's body and with my golden blonde hair the image no longer looked androgynous. I looked like a girl. I saw little sign of a boy staring back at me.

I started to get lost in my thoughts and began to feel my penis begin to stiffen under the gaffe. It was a little uncomfortable, but the feeling was hard to ignore. I was not paying attention when my mother came in with a handful of other panty styles. She probably could not see my erection under the pink panties, and she must have caught my transfixed look on my face.

“Ellie looks pleased with herself.”

Her comment pulled me quickly out of my trance.

“Oh I was just thinking about how strange this makes me look.”

“I don't think strange is the proper adjective. You look different, but in a good way.”

“Mom, I’m just feeling very overwhelmed.”

“We are almost done. I picked you out a few alternative boy style briefs. This pair looks just like your old jockey style, but without the fly. You will quickly learn to like the feel of these more than your old ones.”

“It's just bizarre looking at my flat front. I have a hard time absorbing that.”

“The flat front will give you more confidence to try different clothing options, especially if you find yourself really enjoying the new sensations.” At that point I could see my mothers devious smile.

I was too embarrassed to directly respond to her obvious point. “I don't care which pairs you pick. They all looked the same to me.”

“Okay then, I will select for you some matching sets and a few plain white ones to replace your old jockeys.”

“I'm not going to need many.” My comment didn't even receive an acknowledgment.

“You don't need to try anything else on. I am going to pick up a few other items, but I know they will fit.”

“I can't imagine what else I need, but as long as I am done for now I don't really care.”

“Alright, just slip your pants and sweater on and we can go.”

“Where are my underpants?”

“That old pair was completely worn out. I want you to wear what you have on so you can begin getting used to the feeling.”

“Mom! Come on! Haven't I done enough today?”

“Let's not have a fit in the store. Rachel did you a favor today.”

“Can I at least take off the bra?”

“It's just a “AA’ cup! I will remove the tags. I am not asking you to wear one with inserts. No one will know.”

“I'll know and it may not be as big as one of the bras that have room for the breast forms, but it is padded.”

“That’s the whole idea. I want you to know that you are wearing it. I wanted it to eventually feel second nature and not like a costume.”

“Mother, with my new golden blonde hair shade, the new earrings, my thin arched eyebrows, and the new underclothes; I feel like I am practically turned into a flat-chested girl.”

“Would you rather have one of the bras with the silicone breast forms? Would that help?”

“Funny mom. Please tell me we're done for the day.”

“No more shopping this afternoon unless you want to, but I did invite Kayla over for dinner.”

“She's the only one besides you that will think this is great.”

“She wanted to come with today, but I thought it would be easier for you if we went without her.”

“That's the first sensible thing you have said today.”

I felt so different after I pulled up my pants and covered over my new bra with the sweater. My pants look very different to me because I was too flat for a boy in the front. I am sure I noticed it more than others would, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. I was also worried that my bra might be visible under my sweater, especially with my slightly increase breasts.

The day's multiple activities were more than I had anticipated, but now I was somehow grateful that my mom did not have even more planned for me this afternoon. I felt so conspicuous as I walk through the mall on our way back to the car. I kept my head down even though I was looking around to make sure I didn't see any of my friends. My mother told me to correct my posture and keep my shoulders back.

“You're walking like a great ape, you need to be more graceful. Point your toes a little more in-word, keep your elbows in, and try and keep your head and shoulders back a little. If you walk more gracefully you will look less out of place.”

“That's easy for you to say, please let's just get home.”

When I got home I went right up to my room. I closed the door and immediately went and looked in the mirror. The experience had finally sunk in and I wanted to see for myself how I looked. I could easily see how I might be mistaken for a girl, but I tried to mentally convince myself that with regular outer clothes on I still looked more like a boy. I am not sure what possessed me, but I found myself posing like a girl to see if that made any difference. I even turned my head a couple of times to get my hair into a more sexy appearance. I think I would have died had anyone seen me at that moment. I pulled myself together and grabbed my schoolbooks so I could get my mind off the strange events of the afternoon.

Chapter 5 ---

The afternoon went by quickly and it was almost time for Kayla to come over. My mother insisted that I continue to wear the new undergarments and I pretended to complain. I knew it was crazy for a boy to be dressed like I was, but part of me knew that Kayla would enjoy seeing me this way. The last time we had been together had been a special evening between us. If this is what it took to get her attention, I didn't mind pushing the envelope a little bit.

Kayla arrived almost exactly on time at six for dinner. I knew that dinner was only an excuse for Kayla to come over and see the changes that my mother had coaxed me into. As soon this Kayla laid sight on me I could see her excitement level skyrocket. It had been the first time I had seen that bubbly personality of her's, since that night she had managed to get me into one of her dresses.

“You look so wonderful. I love the new hair color and it looks so much prettier. Now that your ears are pierced, I will be able to share with you all of my earrings. Maybe after a while, I will be able to borrow some of yours.”

“This was a lot more than I expected today so give me a break.”

“I'm not trying to be mean. I really love the new you. Try not to fret, because this is going to get more and more fun. I promise.”

As if to make her point, she planted a kiss right across my lips. I didn't realize it until later, but her lipstick rubbed off on my lips. It wasn't until after dinner that I noticed the transfer.

Later after dinner my mother suggested that I show Kayla all of my new purchases. She told me that she had put them in the dresser drawer where I kept all of my underwear.

When I opened the drawer, Kayla look like a child on Christmas morning. Her eyes lit up and she practically took everything out at once.

“Wow you really stocked up and now you have almost as much as me.”

“Yeah, mom went a bit overboard.”

“Not at all! You just have a lot of options now.”

“I can't imagine needing so many different styles and colors.”

“Look at these. They look so real. Why aren't you wearing these now?”

“Come on Kayla isn't it enough that I am wearing what I have on now?”

“I love that you wore some of your new lingerie for me, but I really want to see you with these on. Please. Pretty please.”

“Why are you so keen to see me looking so totally girlish? Between you and my mom, it's getting hard to be myself around here.”

“Well for a while, why not just go with the flow. We are the two people who care about you the most and want only the best for you. I would never do anything to you that I didn't think you would ultimately enjoy or ever try to hurt you. Sometimes a little adventure has its rewards.”

Almost on cue, she put her arms around my waist and pulled me in. “Ellie, it turns me on to think of us as two babes with our bodies wrapped around each other. For me I get my best friend with a lot of extra benefits.”

“I guess that is a sort of sexy thought, but underneath it all I'm still a boy.”

“I know that, but nobody is perfect.”

We both got a chuckle out of your last comment. I knew that Kayla would not settle for a half Lucas—half Ellie get up. She was going to want me to fully address again. I wanted to please her and though I wouldn't admit it, the thought of us making love to each other as girls was starting to grow on me. In one breath it felt so mind-boggling, but I also had never experienced somebody desiring me like Kayla did when I was dressed so effeminately.

“If it makes you happy I will change bras and wear the inserts.”

“You know it will, but I want you to be happy too.”

“I'm happy when we are together.”

“You aren't just a cutie, you are also a sweetie.”

I pulled my sweater off and needed a little help from Kayla un-clasping my bra in the back. I put on a black satin brassiere that had much more structure than the one I had taken off. Kayla slipped the silicone breast forms into place and marveled at how perfect my pert chest now looked.

“I wish we were at my house so I could dress you in some of my more stylish clothes. I guess I will have to settle for girl trying to look like a boy.”

I was about to put my sweater back on when she stopped me.

“Your mother got you some other cool stuff to help with your boyish figure.”

“Like what?”

“I see a cinch and a padded brief.”

“What are those?”

“Take your pants off.”

“Excuse me!”

“I'm not going to attack you, at least for now.”

I even removed my pink panty. I was still covered by the gaffe, which brought another smile from Kayla.

“With that covering your little triangle, you could pass for a girl in any clothing.”

“I then slid up the padded brief which had thick pads on my fanny and hips. She then wrapped the elastic cinch around my waist and attached all of the hook's to their clasps. It was very restrictive and made breathing hard at first.

I now possessed a body shape that was full of curves. This was not the shape of a teenage boy.

Kayla took the dress she had given me out of my closet.

“As good as this looked before, you are going to look 100% better now.”

After slipping it over my re-shaped body I could not get over how amazing my figure looked. When I slipped on the heels my posture and figured looked phenomenal. Even I knew I looked good in the dress.

“Kayla this is freaky. My shape looks too much like yours.”

Ellie, it might even look better. You are going to be a heartbreaker.”

“Stop that.”

“I really mean it. I wish I had my makeup kit so I could finish you off all the way. I have some tinted lip gloss and my eyeliner, but that's it. Maybe your mom will lend you something.”

“I don't want to ask. God only knows what she would say or do if she saw me now.”

“Okay then, but hold still while I outline your eyes and cover your lips. Thankfully you have naturally thick eyelashes.”

The final image was even more shocking to me than the first time I had put on the dress. With my enhanced figure and the changes in appearance from my excursion to the mall, I now appeared completely female. I had not asked for any of this, but the truth was, I now had a growing satisfaction that I looked attractive.

“Ellie, you have to show your mom. She knew we would be playing around so she won't be surprised.”

“I don't know. This has gone so far so fast.”

“That may be, but that doesn't change how great you look. Wait here while I go and find her.”

“But,….”

Moments later my mother was in my room asking me to spin around. “Well Ellie you have really grown up.”

“Mom, is this what you expected?”

“Honey I knew you would look gorgeous. I'm so happy that you like dressing this way.”

“Who said I like this?”

“Let's not play games. It didn't take that much for you to blossom into the beautiful lady in front of me. If you really hated this, none of this would have been possible. We may have pushed you, but you took to it like a fish to water.”

“I just wanted to please everyone.”

“And you have. There still is over two months before the big show for you to enjoy the new you and refined your persona. After that you can put an end to this fun if you really want to.”

“Just because I'm willing to dress like this doesn't mean I want to stay like this. Heck, I've only done this a couple of times now.”

“That's true if you don't count the two Halloween's when you dressed as Cinderella and then the following year as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. I could see then how much you enjoyed getting into costume.”

“That was so long ago. That doesn't count.”

“Whatever you say, but you have always enjoyed hanging around girls. Even at the flower shop everyone always says you have a good feel for what girls would like.”

“I'm just saying that you can't assume I really want to be a girl. I'll always be Lucas.”

“I love my Lucas. You are everything any mother could hope for. I will love you whether you are my little prince or princess. Don't worry about tomorrow. Let's just take this day by day and hopefully Ellie will have fun now and then later in the pageant.”

“I'll try, but some of the changes are going to be very hard to cover up.”

“Honey, other than the obvious padding, everything else is just a style statement. I bet most of the double-takes will be positive in nature. For every strange look or comment you will probably get 10 people thinking you look fabulous. I don't expect you to wear your pads or breast forms to school, unless you want too.”

“Yeah right. If I showed up wearing those I would be laughed out of school.”

“Actually, if you weren’t trying to look like a boy with big breasts, I suspect hardly anyone would laugh. For now let's ease our way into the pageant like we have planned.”

“All of this training is okay for me here at home, but I know I am not ready to handle things at school.”

“We will focus for now on exploring things outside of school. I am sure Kayla will give you a crash course in girlhood. You have a lot to learn and unlearn.”

“I will Mrs. Everdeen. I’ll have him thinking and feeling like a girl before you know it.” The rest of the evening Kayla and I hung out in my room. We talked about everything from school to music. The discussion was decidedly girl talk. We talked about ‘other’ girls at school and even boys. She kept pushing me to say which guys at school I thought were cute. I resisted as much as I could, but under pressure mentioned a few boys I thought were handsome. She even teased me a little about what it would be like to go steady with one of them.

I joked back that I couldn't because we were going steady. She countered that we were special girlfriends, but boys can be fun too. I wasn't certain I completely liked what she was implying, but we were having such a good time hanging out and snuggling.

“I can't wait until you and your mom begin to fill out your wardrobe. She also mentioned to me that she would get you your own set of cosmetics. She wants me to teach you how to make yourself look perfect.”

“My mom is certainly not holding back on buying me stuff for this benefit. I'm sure just like she did with the underthings, she will probably go overboard.”

“She just wants you to be happy and enjoy the new you…. And so do I.”

“I'm enjoying things with you right now.”

With that, we kissed for one last time for the evening. It was nearly 11 o'clock so my mom suggested we drive Kayla home even though she lived very close. It was dark and I agreed to go along for the drive in the dress. Unlike my first excursion out, I was much more comfortable this time.

When we got home my mother gave me a box that said Soma on the outside. Inside the box were two sets of pajamas. The first one was a dark purple silky combo, which included a camisole style top and matching bottoms. The other item was a soft sleeping gown made from a light yellow cotton material.

“You made so much progress already that I thought you might like to wear one of these after you wash off your makeup.”

All I could say was, “Thanks mom, they are very pretty.”

I slept in the combo set because I just loved the way the material felt. I knew that I should not be thinking like that, but I was losing my resistance to dressing.

On Sunday, I came to breakfast in a robe with the tap set underneath. Part of me did that to please my mother and part of me because I liked wearing it. After breakfast my mother told me she had a lot of errands to run and would be out for a big chunk of the day. Her only instructions for me, was to select from my new lingerie something to wear under my clothes. I nodded okay.

I spent much of the day doing homework and trying to get a little ahead for the week. I didn't change out of the pajamas until nearly noon. As instructed I put on a matching white pair of panties and a bra. I was tempted to put a bra that needed the breast forms to fill out, but managed to put the idea to rest. I didn't want to come across as too enthusiastic. With the T-shirt I had on, I could faintly make out the straps from the brassiere.

My mother did not return until almost 4:30. She said she was tired, but had gotten a lot done. She needed to make multiple trips to her car to bring in the bags from her excursion. I asked her if she got everything she needed and she said enough for today.

After she spent nearly 45 minutes in her room we went out for a bite to eat. I was thankful to be wearing a coat that covered my slightly visible bra lines. At dinner my mother pulled a hairpin out of her purse and used it to pull one side of my hair out of my face.

“I love how nice your hair looks but you have to keep it out of your face when you are eating. Sometime this week we should go to a nice department store like Nordstrom's and let you pick out some nice accessories, like hair barrettes. Nordstrom also has a great shoe department and you could pick out a few new pairs. I would have bought you some today, but I really think you should try them on in the store first.

“I am not sure I'm ready to try on girl shoes at a department store.”

“It will be fun and besides Nordstroms is not that close to home and nobody there will bat an eye.”

“I guess.”

That was pretty much the end of the conversation that related to Ellie. The next morning I asked her where she put my regular underwear will and she told me it was in the attic stored away.

“What am I supposed to wear then?”

“Do I really need to answer that?”

“What if someone notices?”

“You are done with gym for the year. How often do you take off your clothes at school?”

“But Mom!”

“No butts…. Do you want me to pick or do you want to do it yourself?”

“Okay, okay.”

I put on the most basic white pair of panties. They were the pair my mother said looked like my jockeys without the fly. When I came down to breakfast my mother came up to me as if to do an inspection, and then shook her head.

“What's wrong mom? I am wearing the new panties.”

“You should be wearing a matching bra.”

“To school?”

“Yes. I want you to get used to wearing them; besides, no one will notice with a shirt or sweater on top.”

“I don't know. My new hair and other changes are already going to be hard for me to explain at school.”

“Okay then, today you can go without a bra at school, but then I want you to wear one with breast forms when you get home. If you are not going to wear one of your nearly invisible brassieres to school, I want you to make up for that, by wearing one of the more substantial ones when you get home. That will be the rule between now and the conclusion of the fundraiser. Are we in agreement?

“Deal!”

I was surprised that my styling changes at school hardly registered with my classmates. I received some odd stares, but no real insults. A few of my guy friends gave me funny looks and some light barbs. Overall, I was grateful that I did not get any really hurtful ridicule.

I actually got a few compliments from some girls in swing choir. They generally liked my new hair color and said it looked more stylish. It felt reassuring to know that my appearance blended in without too much of a hitch.

I saw Kayla a few times during the day and she was full of smiles, but she did not show me the same level of sexual affection that she shared over the weekend. She was very friendly, but seemed to keep enough space between us to avoid potential kissing opportunities. I hoped that I was just overreacting to the situation.

After a couple of days of adjusting at school and wearing the full-sized breast forms at home I was settling into a more comfortable routine. I didn’t leave the house while wearing the larger breast forms, but after only two evenings with them on at home they didn’t feel so foreign.

End of Part 2