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How I Was Volunteered To Be In a Womanless Beauty Pageant

Chapter 6

On Thursday, I received a big surprise when I got home from school. My mother had taken the day off and she obviously used much of the day to prepare some new changes for me.

When I walked into my bedroom I immediately discovered some of the most obvious changes. My bed was no longer a adorned by the rustic green bedspread. It was now graced by a fluffy white comforter with pink pillows that had lacy fringes. There was now a vanity table where an old unused chest used to reside. A floor-to-ceiling mirror had replaced the small mirror on the back of my bedroom door. Even the curtains now matched the obviously feminine bedspread. My mother had taken it upon herself to transform my living space into a girl's room. It seems so extreme and unnecessary, but not that surprising based upon my mother's enthusiasm for my training.

Just as I had each of the previous days, I changed into my larger “B” cup sized brassiere and slipped in the silicone inserts. After checking to make sure everything was positioned perfectly, I open my closet door to pick out a T-shirt. I was greeted by an even bigger surprise when the door slid open. Most of my clothes had been replaced with new garments. The clothing was decidedly more colorful and even without close inspection, I could tell they were obviously girl's clothes. There were tops, slacks, skirts, and even a few dresses filling most of my hangar space. On the floor was a new shoe rack that had only two pairs of my old shoes, along with a new pair of clogs and a lot of empty space. On the side of the closet there were some new hooks which had an assortment of girls belts draped over them. Despite having a small amount of my old clothes still hanging there, this was not a boy's closet. I was much more stunned by this turn of events than the superficial changes to my room. Where as my room was a private place, the clothes were meant for me to wear both inside the house and possibly out.

I would have stormed down to my mother, but I knew she was not home at the moment. I spent a few minutes flipping through some of the new items with a strange fascination. I found a black T-shirt that look plain enough and pulled it over my head. Unlike my old tops, this shirt hugged my curves and accentuated my new found cleavage. The collar also was styled with a square neckline. None of my old shirts looked anything like this on me. I left it on as I perused the rest of the new wardrobe. After getting over the initial shock I found myself holding some of the items up to my body to see what they looked like.

As I was holding up a sleeveless green chiffon dress to my body, I did not notice my mother walk in.

“You know Ellie, you’re going to have to go with me to get shoes that go with that.”

“Mom you startled me!”

“I’m sorry honey, you were just so focused on the dress.”

“I, I was looking at all of this stuff. There is so much here.”

“I hope you like everything.”

“I can’t believe how much you bought. I will never be able to wear most of this.”

“Don’t be so sure. I selected some outfits that are very casual and some for more dressy occasions. Quite a few of them will be perfect for school.”

“School! I can’t wear these clothes to school or even out of the house for that matter.”

“Ellie, I bought you very casual items for school that are not that different from your old clothes. The items are just cut a little different or in nicer colors. I don’t expect you to show up tomorrow in a skirt.”

“But mom, I don’t want to be a laughingstock. This is just more than I bargained for.”

“I saw how you were looking at that beautiful dress. I just thought you would be happier to have some nice new things.”

“I appreciate you picking out all of this, but I can’t just show up at school as a girl. The fundraiser is still two months off.”

“A lot of what you see is just T-shirts, blouses, sweaters and slacks. You said that your other new style changes went over well and I bet the new tweaks will too. A lot of your classmates including Kayla love the androgynous look.”

“I just don’t know mom.”

“You can work into it and build up your comfort level.”

“How’s that?”

“Tomorrow wear the purple T-shirt and a pair of new jeans. You needed some new clothes anyway. At home you can get comfortable with the more feminine pieces. Try and keep an open mind. It will just be more fun that way.”

“Where is the rest of my clothing?”

“Most of it was old or nearly out of season. I boxed up those things for Goodwill. If you need something you don’t have we will just go shopping. We still need to get you some new shoes. I think we will go after school Friday.”

“I can’t believe I committed to all this to get a motorcycle.”

“Sure you did.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing Honey. By summer I hope you don’t feel that way. Now go upstairs and pick out something that looks nice with that black top you selected.”

There were so many new items packed into the closet that I didn’t know what to choose. I just grabbed the first pair of jeans I saw even though they were at a light yellow color. I noticed they had cuffs at the bottom, but with my already feminine appearance I really didn’t care. When I pulled them on I discovered they were only covering my legs to mid calf. Looking in the mirror I had to admit the capris look cute with the top I had selected earlier. They had a snugger fit than my old jeans and I decided to leave them on. With my shapely chest and the new clothes, there was little that could be mistaken for androgynous.”¨

I finished scoping out the new clothes and even shifted a few items closer to what was left of my limited supply of boy things. I moved over the least feminine items. There were some pants, shorts, T-shirts and a sweater that didn’t appear overly girlish from a quick scan. I picked out some long bluejeans that I thought would go with the purple top for school on Friday. Other than a squiggly design on the back pockets, they just looked like new jeans. I placed them next to the purple top on my chair so I would not pick the wrong pair in the morning.

I had a busy night of homework and had very little extra time to do anything else. My mother stopped in my room before bed and saw the jeans hanging over the chair.

“Ellie, those are very expensive jeans and have a slightly different cut than you are used to. When you get dressed in the morning I suggest you wear your padded brief, otherwise they will probably be slipping down your waist and drawing more attention to them. They just need a little more hip to rest upon.”

”But, I don’t want to look bigger around my hips.”

“Honey you have lost some weight and you won’t look fat down there.”

The next morning I pulled the black padded brief over a pair of white panties. The padding was very smooth except for a small lump between my legs. I tucked my manhood under my legs as I had many times before and the lump disappeared. I was probably going crazy, but the smooth bottom seem to look more appropriate in the black garment.

I pulled the jeans up and they fit nearly perfectly. They hugged my midsection and accentuated my flat front. I was a little concerned that they seemed to lift up my rounded bottom. The only other problem I quickly discovered was that these jeans were longer than my normal pants. I was concerned that I would be tripping all over them. I pulled the polished black clogs from my closet on a whim. They easily slipped on and the larger heel did the trick on eliminating the extra pant length. The pants mostly cover my shiny shoes, so I figured that would be my best option to avoid tripping.

The purple top was just a T-shirt but it seemed to hang differently. It had some extra weight to it and it was made of Rayon. I couldn’t help thinking how it might look if I was wearing a padded bra or my breast forms. As unconventionally as I knew I looked, I was no longer upset by my appearance. I was starting to enjoy looking more stylish.

It took me only a short time at school to adjust to my newest changes. With the padded brief firmly holding down my manhood and the necessary adjustments to the higher heels, I found myself taking smaller strides. The heels also seem to alter my posture a bit with my hips pushed forward a small amount.

Fortunately, I didn’t encounter any new school problems. The classmates who looked at me strangely after my salon visit continued to give me strange looks. I did sense that some of my guy friends were not as chummy, but I was clearly drawing more attention from the girls. One of the girls in first-period even commented how much she wished she had a pair of “True Religion Brand” jeans like I was wearing. It was kind of funny because I didn’t even know what brand I was wearing. I just smiled back and thanked her.

When I saw Kayla later that morning she gave me a great big grin and asked me to do a 360.

“You look Bitchin!”

She made all sorts of comments about how great my outfit was and that I was finally developing a fashion sense. Everything she said was meant as a compliment, but it was all girl talk. There was nothing about us, just encouragement for my changes. I was happy be she was happy, but I really wanted to relive the feeling from the last time we got together.

Moments before the bell was to ring she asked me if I would like to go to the mall Saturday and maybe have dinner. Without thinking it through I jumped at the chance to spend time with Kayla.

“You’re on!”

The final school bell sounded and the beginning of the weekend felt so relieving. The weekend had arrived and I didn’t even have that much homework. I made my way home through the cool spring air.

Chapter 7 ---

As I had each day this past week as part of my compromise with my mother, I slipped on the full-sized bra and inserted the breast forms. I put back on the same T-shirt that I had worn all day.

With my well rounded chest my appearance screamed girl. I even started running my hands through my hair while getting absorbed in my strange fascination with my image.

It was not that long before my mother got home from the flower shop. She quickly tracked me down and asked me if I was ready to go.

“Where are we going?”

““We discussed this earlier in the week. You need some shoes.”

“Can’t you just buy them like you did all of the clothing?”

“Trust me, you just can’t buy someone else shoes. Besides, the sizing is so much different than with boy shoes.”

“I don’t want to try on girl shoes at the store...people will laugh at me.”

“Only if you act like a boy and complain.”

“What if I see my friends?”

“We will go down to Nordstrom’s at Old Orchard. That’s 20 minutes away and your friends rarely hang out there.”

”Alright, give me a few minutes so I can go and change.”

I suggest you wear a skirt. It’s so much easier when you are trying on different styles.”

“What! I was just going up to take off my bra.”

“No you don’t, we had a deal. Besides, the top looks so nice with the curves.”

“Mom. I can’t go like this. No boy has breasts.”

“Honey you’re shopping for girl shoes. It’s better that you look like they belong on you.”

“Please don’t make me do this.”

“You will be fine. I really think the faux blue A-line skirt would look great with that top, but I won’t force you to wear it.”

“I’m sticking with the jeans.”

“Suit yourself, but you will wish you had something shorter on.”

As we were heading out the door my mom gave me a pair of oversized Prada sunglasses. They had a very feminine design, but I was thrilled by how they changed my appearance. I looked even more girlish, but less recognizable as the boy under the feminine façade.

We parked just outside the east entrance to Nordstrom.

“Before we go inside I want you to relax and try and enjoy this. Shopping for nice things should be fun. I want your opinion of what you like or don’t like, let your mind go a little. Try and think like Ellie would. You are just a cute girl out on a shopping excursion. I want you to think like that. If you can’t open your mind this will be so much harder. Just follow my lead and don’t fight it.”

“I will do my best, but I know people will see through me.”

“I am sure you will get some attention, but only the kind a cute teenager deserves.”

I could see the massive shoe department as we entered the store. Before we had gone more than a few steps in that direction, I was steered off to the right. I found myself squarely standing between the Chanel counter and a Mac counter in the middle of the cosmetic section.

“Ellie, you need to get some of your own cosmetics. You can’t keep borrowing Kayla’s and my things. This is a good time to get professional help matching your skin with all the best quality products.”

“But...”

“No buts, hop into this chair.”

It was nearly 45 minutes later before I left that chair. In addition to purchasing a shopping bag full of products, I had received a glamorous makeover. My Prada sunglasses were now back in my mother’s purse and my new look was on full display. My eyes had been highlighted, outlined,and shaded and what could be described as seductive artistry. My eyelashes had been thickened and my whole face look brighter and naturally feminine. I was now even tagged with plump rosy red lips. My painted face clearly added to my attractive appearance and I thought I looked a couple of years older.

With each increase in my transformation my mild resistance disappeared. I knew I looked all girl and I was beginning to feel that way. I no longer question how I would be perceived, as a result I was no longer feeling like a frightened boy.

“Mom this is incredible. I never thought I could look like this.”

“You certainly look fabulous.”

“I’m not sure if I’m attracted to my reflection or just like looking this way. Is there something wrong with me?”

“There’s nothing wrong with feeling pretty. I suspected you would enjoy this total makeover when you let your guard down.”

“I know I shouldn’t like this, but this is the first time I ever really felt attractive.”

“You’re going to have to get used to that.”

“I guess I will enjoy it while I can.”

“Since you are getting in tune with your feminine side, can we get you something else to wear before we try on shoes?”

“I’m all yours mom. I’m not sure what I wear matters anymore.”

Up the escalator we went into the women’s fashion department. We were quickly greeted by a consultant that inquired as to what we wanted. We exchanged introductions then my mother answered.

“My daughter is looking for some age appropriate clothes for when she is a little more flirty.”

I went a little red under my make up when I heard my mother’s response. I liked looking pretty, but flirty would not have been my answer.

“Follow me, I have some great new styles that just arrived. Most of them will be great for the spring and summer, especially if your Ellie has a boyfriend.”

I had the beginning of a dry mouth. My mindset started to shift into a daze..

I felt like a mannequin as I tried on more than a dozen dresses and a few mix-and-match tops with skirts. My focus was not on the price tags, but I was shocked by the prices on some of these items. My mother seemed indifferent to the cost. She was only focused on my appearance.

Instead of buying just just one skirt or outfit, I ended up with three dresses, two more blouses, and two short skirts. I ended up wearing a formfitting deep burgundy dress that had a lace tiered skirt that flared at my hips. The dress had a matching wide ribbon styled belt that accentuated my narrow waste. My wardrobe was expanding at a geometric pace.

Our consultant quickly pointed out that my shoes look very clunky with the new dress.

“As soon as we pay for these things I plan to take Ellie down to the shoe department and get her some new heels.”

As we headed down to the shoe section I began to have new confusing thoughts. When we left our house I still felt like a boy wearing sissy clothes. Now I knew I looked completely like a girl and I could sense people looking at me for different reasons. As I went down the escalator I saw a boy nearly twist his head off giving me a hungry look as he road up the opposite escalator. I was now attracting unexpected attention.

I was grateful my mother had no financial issues, because the tab for the shoes we bought was ridiculous. The price we paid for a pair of Jimmy Choo shoes was more than all of my old pairs combined. I felt like a klutz walking around on some of the higher sets of heels. In addition to some dressy pairs, I ended up with wedges, sandals, a pair of tall black leather boots, two basic plain flats, a pair of Mary Jane’s, and a shiny leather pair of low ankle boots which I wore out of the store. If we could have carried more, I am convinced we would have still been shopping.

With every thing safely stored away in the back of the SUV, my mother announced it was time to eat. I was exhausted from the experience and from overcoming my earlier anxieties. I was ready to go straight home.

“Let’s have a celebratory dinner.”

“What are we celebrating?”

“The birth of Ellie. I am very proud of you tonight. This was a real coming out for you. Despite your modest resistance you have blossomed into a beautiful young lady.”

“Mom! I’m just trying to be cooperative.”

“Tell me you didn’t enjoy this.”

“It’s not that simple. It was fun, but underneath it all I am still Lucas.”

“You are still the same wonderful child, but I don’t think the name Lucas it’s very appropriate anymore.”

“Mom!”

“Okay honey, now what’s your favorite restaurant?”

“I can’t go to my favorite places looking like this. I could run into someone I know.”

“Well Ellie, you can’t stay inside for the rest of your life, besides you look so beautiful tonight.”

“The rest of my what?”

“How about Sushi Kushi in Lake Forest? You love that place and it’s not that close to home.”

“Okay, but straight home from there.”

It was after nine before we pulled into the garage. The evening had been a whirlwind and almost out of body experience. I had always been tight with my mother, but now there seems to be a new bind between us. I actually looked forward to continuing my role-play and wearing some of my new purchases. After carefully putting away my expensive hall, I was ready to crash on my bed. I reluctantly removed my beautiful makeup and hung up my bouncy layered dress. I didn’t even bother to remove my breast forms, bra or panties as I slid under the covers. I was asleep in a matter of minutes.

I slept until nearly 10 AM. It had been a restful night of sleep, although the breast forms were a little warm under the blankets. I brushed my teeth and combed my mess of hair. I was a little sad that my reflection did not look as nice as the previous evening. I worked on my hair for quite a long time until I though it looked acceptably feminine. I actually thought of putting on some of my new makeup, but I took pause. It had been a crazy and yet enjoyable evening, but my sense of reality was reminding me this makeover was meant to be temporary.

It no longer felt like a game. I knew deep down that I liked my new image. When I looked at my reflection I no longer saw a stranger. There was a subtle emerging smile that glowed throughout my face. It was a happiness I never knew as Lucas.

My mother yelled from downstairs for me to come down to breakfast.

I pulled over my head and lingerie a long lavender nightgown that I had not yet worn. With my shapely breasts, the gown took on the look of a silky evening dress. The gown wrapped my body without overly hugging it. I was sure my mother would be pleased with my choice of breakfast apparel.

As I entered the kitchen I was shocked to find Kayla and her mother already sitting at the table.

“Ellie dear, aren’t you going to say hello to our guests?”

“Hi Mrs. Miller, hi Kayla.”

“That’s a beautiful nightshirt Ellie.”

“Thank you Mrs. Miller.”

“Hey girl.”

“Hey Kayla, why didn’t you tell me you were coming over?”

“Sorry, but I didn’t know until we we were almost out the door. You sure look cute.”

This was the one group of people that knew what I was going through, so after the initial shock I was able to relax. The breakfast conversation quickly covered all aspects of our shopping excursion and most of my new purchases. I tried to imply that I just went along with it, but I was pretty sure they knew how much I had really enjoyed it.

“Honey after breakfast Kayla is going to help you organize your new cosmetics and give you another makeup lesson. Also please change into something more appropriate for the day.”

Up in my room Kayla's mood shifted from happy to almost giddy. She rifled through all of my new clothing, shoes, and cosmetics.

“Wow you have as much stuff as most teenage girls, and most of it is top quality. Anytime you want to swap clothes, just let me know. You picked out some great new outfits.”

“I know, but now I have way too much.”

“Well a girl cannot have too many pretty clothes.”

Kayla selected a black super short skirt and some maroon tights. She settled on a multicolored peasant style blouse and handed it all to me.

I few moments later I was standing in front of her and striking a decidedly feminine pose.

"Kayla, can you help me with my makeup?"

"Sure girlfriend."

Kayla made sure she showed me how to touch up my face for daywear. When she was done I put a pair of hoop earrings through my new holes and some matching silver bangles around my wrists.

"How do I look?"

"Well girl, we are going to have to take you out of the pageant."

"What?, Why?"

"Don't get your pretty little self worked up."

"I don't understand. What did I do wrong?"

"Wrong! Nothing... This is a womanless beauty pageant. It wouldn't be fair. You are a girl. I knew you would make a cute looking girl, but I am not looking at a boy in a costume. I really like what I see, but all I see is Ellie."

"Please don't tease me."

"I'm not. I meant it all as a compliment. You have emerged as a confident pretty girl. Be honest with me, aren't you happier this way?"

"Its been fun, but..."

"Be honest."

"I do like it, but I am not really an Ellie."

"Yes you are..."

"This is all just temporary."

"It doesn't have to be."

"Are you serious?"

"Ellie, if you are happier now, you have to stay this way."

"Like my mom would allow that!"

"Come on, your mom is way ahead of you on this. Are you blind? I haven't seen her so full of life as she has been during your emergence from your shell."

"She is just really into winning the contest."

"Come on. If that was all, she wouldn't have to buy you all this stuff and practically reprogram your life. She enjoys having a daughter and is trying to help you become the girl you are..."

"This has all happened so fast. I didn't ask for this... I can't just wake up one day and go from boy to girl. It's not natural."

"You took to it because down under the desire was really there. We just brought it out. It will still take time for you to emerge fully, but I think we both know that is going to happen."

"It's so surreal."

"You need to stop your token resistance and tell your mom that this is no longer a contest for you. I am sure she knows, but it has to come from you. My guess is that she has already thought that possibility through."

"I can't just flip a switch and start living as Ellie. It's a lot more complicated than that."

"I know. It will take time I am sure. Just let your mind focus on the possibilities."

"I do like being pretty. I never thought I would ever say that."

"Get used to it. You are pretty and I bet you will get even prettier. I am going to get jealous of all the attention you will draw."

"That I don't know if I can handle, but I do like your attention."

"I like your attention too, but at some point the boys are going to be all over you."

"I like girls."

"Me too, but boys can also be nice."

"Umm"

"Don't worry, everything in it's time."

"Help me Lord, what have I gotten myself into?"

"For now, I am going to just continue helping you to become the girl you were meant to be. I'll take good care of you."

"I will try and talk with my mother later... It won't be easy."

As it turned out, Kayla was only partially right. My mother was actually surprised when I brought up my feelings later that afternoon. She knew that I would enjoy my time as Ellie, but was not expecting me to come forward so quickly declaring my womanhood. She actually thought that at some point I would want to return to my old boyish ways. She expressed some honest concern when I told her I was happier as a girl than I ever was as a boy.

Two days later she made an appointment for me with a psychiatrist who had experience in this area. She was careful to explain to the doctor that my feelings had emerged from a simple experiment dressing, so that we could see if I should compete in the school womanless beauty pageant. She was concerned that she might come off poorly for her enthusiasm for my cross dressing escapades. She even suggested to me that I tone down the discussion about how much she had spent on the experience. She implied that some would think her efforts and spending were excessive.

The Doctor was very nice and we spent quite a lot of time talking about things that seemed to have little to do with my gender issues. Over the weeks that followed we talked more and more about my acceptance of my feminine feelings and whether I really felt I was a girl inside. After about 8 sessions over 6 weeks she determined that my desires were not just a phase and that I would need to explore the possibility of living fully as a girl.

Up to this point I had continued to dress and behave at school much the same as I had prior to coming clean with Kayla and my mother. I would dress up as much as possible at home and both of them spent as much time as possible teaching me the things girls usually knew by my age. So as not to draw to much attention to myself, I had even attempted to tone down my now androgynous appearance at school. I was not real successful at that and I often forgot where I was and acted overly feminine. Many of my classmates just assumed I was gay, which was actually fine with me.

I elected to stay in the pageant at school and I began to look forward to. It would be the first time I could show off my total look to my school mates. Kayla even helped me go shopping for a gown after school a few weeks later. The sales woman never even suspected that I was buying it for a womanless pageant. It was quite a rush to be in that environment without them knowing. She must have assumed it was for a party or something.

The Doctor recommended that I finish out my Junior school year as Lucas, and then try living full time over the summer as Ellie. She even prescribed some drugs for me to slow my testosterone flow and begin a small dose of estrogen to see how I would adjust. She indicated that if all went well that both dosages would be increased at the appropriate time.

Kayla and I continued our close friendship and did fool around a little from time-to-time, but we never did have actual sex. We both thought about it and even talked about it a couple of times, but we didn't want to ruin what we had. She seemed keen on me having my first experience with a boy. I was not so sure about that, but as I became more and more comfortable, the thought began to creep into my mind.

When the womanless Beauty Pageant finally rolled around I was so excited to get on stage. A part of the program each entrant was interviewed about what they had learned about beauty pageants and woman. I certainly had a lot to say and I am sure I raised the judges eyebrows more than a little. Each of the entrants had the option to come to school and the pre-pageant assembly dressed as a woman. Of the 14 of us still in the contest, 10 of us came fully dressed. I even took off half the previous school day so that I could get my hair and nails done to look my best. There was nothing even remotely boy about me that Friday when I strolled through the school's front door.

Ready for school the day before the Fundraiser

The competition was enjoyable, but I felt just a bit awkward when it hit me that most of my cheers were because I was a boy dressed as a girl, rather than because I was a knockout beautiful girl. As I suspected, many of the other contestants had gone the whole nine yards. It was a very difficult task to narrow the field and select the five finalist. I was certain that most of the finalists would not be wearing dresses for their last time.

My mother was so proud when I was named the queen. She was so happy for me and for Kayla. I saw her look over at Mrs.Gunther, and I knew that she was happy for some other reasons as well. Mrs. Gunther's son Steve looked beautiful and was among the finalists. All of the finalists received prizes that included spa treatments for their teams and them. As victorious Queen, I even received a gift card at a very chichi boutique in town. The store only sold woman's clothes. I nearly squealed when I saw it. I am sure they thought the card would be passed to another family member, but I couldn't wait to get in there and try on some new styles.

The fund raiser was a huge success and proceeds helped pay for one of the fanciest Proms the school ever put on. The prom was three weeks later and that was a whole other story.... let's just say, I got to enjoy some of the funds I helped raise.

When school let out the first week of June, my days as Lucas were history. I worked at Mom's flower shop over the summer as Ellie "the flower girl". I happily settled on a red Vespa instead of a Harley, it was exactly the same as the one Kayla bought. It took some time for my friends to adjust to the new me, but I now have more friends than I ever had before... some of them are pretty handsome.

The End