"I Made my Son a Girl" by Judigirl3@AOL.com Chapter 1 "It's a Boy"! I could scarcely believe my eyes as I read the words, "Most of the boys who were born in the United States in the final years of the nineteenth century and the first years of the twentieth wore dresses until they were old enough to walk. Only from that point onward did a clear majority wear clothes specially designed for boys!" My heart leapt within me as I read Kenneth S. Lynn's biography of Ernest Hemingway which my sister had purchased to consol me after the recent birth of my son. I know that some people will think that I'm terrible for simply not being happy with a beautiful baby boy, but you see I am not able to have any more children and I desperately wanted a little girl. Permit me to tell you my story and I do hope you will understand. My name is Susan. I am twenty three, and my twin sister Debbie and I have always been very close. We are identical twins and we did everything together. Mother dressed us alike as children and she and dad were really the only ones that could tell us apart. In high school, we were the stars of the volleyball team, princesses at the Senior Prom (I was told another girl actually became the prom queen because they did not want to give the title to one of us and not the other), and we decided to go to the same midwestern college. We were so incredibly happy and our lives were remarkably intertwined. But then something happened in our senior year, something quite natural, but nevertheless devastating to me. My sister fell in love, became pregnant, and was married within six months. I couldn't believe it. I was losing my dear sister, best friend, and almost constant companion, to a man. Maybe I would have eventually gotten used to the fact that sisters do grow up and get married except for the fact that Scott started to drink heavily and began to mistreat her. As the day of her baby's birth approached, he became even more abusive, and the day after she had a beautiful baby girl, he walked out on her for good. Although I was still in school Debbie asked me to move in with her to help with baby Stephanie. I saw this as a chance to get my sister back again and I gladly accepted her offer. I finished school, graduating with a business degree and continued to live with Debbie and my little niece. But the routine of school, work, and helping Debbie became overwhelming at times and I started to go out quite a bit myself. I met John at a business conference that I attended in conjunction with my work and we fell in love. John was extraordinarily handsome it wasn't long before I found out that I was pregnant. But Debbie saw the warning signs with John from the very beginning and told me, "Sis, this is history repeating itself. He is just like Scott, drinking too much and he isn't ready to settle down". I didn't want to believe her but Sis was right and he broke off our relationship when I was seven months pregnant. Debbie and I hugged one another, cried on each other's shoulder and considered the life we would have as two young single women trying to raise children on our own. Fortunately an inheritance from our deceased dad who became wealthy in the textiles business allowed us to be free of the financial burdens that young women in our position would otherwise encounter. But now the men were gone and we started to plan our course of action. Stephanie was almost two now and my child's projected birth date would coincidently fall on her birthday. Debbie was as excited as I was and we looked forward to having a playmate for Stephanie. But then the thought occurred to both of us. What if my baby turned out to be a boy! I told Debbie, "That just can't happen. I know nothing about boys and besides Stephanie needs a little sister to play with". We agreed that the child had to be a girl and almost unrealistically planned accordingly. With one month to go, we had decorated the new baby's room in lovely shades of pink and white. Going shopping with Debbie and Stephanie gave us ample opportunity to buy little dresses, slips, sweaters, booties and blankets in pretty pastel colors. We could hardly wait for the birth our our new princess, and little Stephie kept asking us, "When is my new cousin coming"? Stephie would come over and put her ear on my stomach and say cheerfully, "Oh, I hear her inside, Aunt Susan", and we would both laugh. The last month of my pregnancy went quickly and when the labor pains began, mom who had been helpful behind the scenes for the whole time drove me to the hospital. And at 12:05 A.M. on April 24, Stephanie's birthday, I gave birth to a six pound five ounce baby BOY!!!! I took drama courses in both high school and college and I think it was only my acting ability that kept me from bursting into tears when my doctor told me that I had a new son. Oh, it's not that I wasn't thrilled with having a child. I was! But he should have been a girl. That's all. I wanted a girl, Debbie and Stephanie wanted a girl, and none of us were prepared for having a male become part of our household. So three weeks later while Jamie was sleeping, I was reading the Hemingway book. Debbie was an English literature major and had read Hemingway's, "For Whom the Bells Toll", A Farewell to Arms", "The Old Man and the Sea" and a couple of his biographies. Apparently she recalled the biographical sections that talked about his mother Grace, a very strong willed woman, dressing little Ernest in dresses like his sister Marcelline and taking him out in public. Debbie of course didn't suggest that I do this to Jamie. She just gave me the book and I continued reading, "In the early weeks of his life, Ernest's principle costume was a baby dress that had been "His mama"s. At five months, he was often seen in a white lacy dress with pink bows and light blue shoes that Marcelline wore in her year old photograph". I continued to read how Grace put Ernest and Marcelline in look-alike outfits consisting of bonnets, ruffled skirts, pink gingham gowns, fluffy lace- tucked dresses, black patent-leather Mary Janes, high stockings, and picture hats with flowers on them. In an early picture of Ernest, Grace wrote at the bottom, "Summer Girl" and it seemed that when Ernest was three and one half and Marcelline was four and three quarters, they were always dressed alike, like two little girls. Now I don't know exactly what was happening to me as I read these things but I do know that my mind was racing a mile a minute. Would it be possible that I could fulfill my dreams of having a daughter afterall? I called my sister and said, "Deb, do you know what Ernest Hemingway's mother did to him? Debbie simply smiled at me and said, "Yes, hon, that's why I got you the book". I was flabbergasted. I said, But, Debbie, she made her son into a little girl!" Debbie replied, "Well, isn't that what you would really like to do to Jamie?", and she left the room leaving me to my own thoughts. That night at supper, Debbie and I had a serious "sister to sister" conversation. I said, "But if I do this, what will everyone say"? Debbie was calm and very straight forward about it and said, "Why should you care about what other's say? He is your child. The important thing is that you love him and show him the affection that too many children simply aren't getting in this world today. And if you feel that you will be able to love him more as a little girl, I am totally behind you Sis." We hugged one another as we both knew that that was exactly what I wanted to do and from that moment on Jamie's destiny took a radical turn, from one that would be filled with toy soldiers, baseball gloves, and fishing poles to the softer, more gentle world that was to be his, a world of ruffles and lace, dolls and dresses, in short, the sweeter world of women and girls that Debbie and I have so enjoyed, and now desired for our children. Chapter 2 "Jamie the Schoolgirl!" When Jamie woke up from his nap, it was almost as if I was holding a new child in my arms. I had settled in my mind that if Grace Hemingway could change Ernest into a girl, I could give my child the same opportunity to grow up in a more gentle setting. I slowly rocked him in my arms whispering to him, "Oh darling, you are so fortunate. You are going to be mommy's little girl now and we are going to have such fun as mother and daughter". I saw his little face break out in a big smile almost as if he knew that he was going to be spared the rough and tumble world of little boys and instead be dressed prettily and be mommy's little helper around the house. I know that I was probably imagining it but I could almost sense a peace come over him as I whispered to him about how I couldn't wait until he grows up to put him in frilly dresses and tie pretty ribbons in his hair. Well, Jamie was a very healthy baby and did grow very quickly. Before we knew it, we were celebrating Stephanie's and Jamie's birthday. Stephie was three and Jamie one, and we invited several of our female friends and their daughters to the party. Debbie and I dressed Stephie and Jamie in identical pink party dresses with the most darling petticoats that made their little skirts flair out from their bodies. Stephanie was such a big sister to Jamie and was very protective of him. She fussed over him, shared her dolls with him and the two got along so very well. Some of our closer friends knew that Jamie was a boy and far from being critical, complimented us on our successful feminization project. One mom whose four year old son was the only boy at the party besides Jamie, confided in us that as soon as her divorce became final, her child would no longer be seen in pants. Melissa brushed back the bangs on her sons's hair and Deb and I smiled as we knew that little Harold was going to become Mary within six months. Melissa thanked us for giving her the inspiration to make Harold the child she always wanted him to be. Deb, who always had a mischievous spirit said, "Melissa, if Harold is going to eventually be Mary, why not give the rest of us a chance to see what he will look like when the change takes place"? The room suddenly became silent, and all eyes turned to little Harold, who was unaware of his mother's plans to change his gender within the year. Mary Ann, a close friend of Melissa's said, "Great idea, Deb! Melissa, let's dress Harold up so he doesn't feel out of place being the only boy here!" Harold, already uncomfortable at seeing no other boys at the party, began to back up and clutched the little racing car that he held in his hand very tightly. But alas, there was no place to run. He was surrounded by women and girls and sensing what was going to take place, he began to cry. But Mary Ann swept him up into her arms, held him close, and said, "Honey, there is no reason to be afraid. No one is going to harm you. We just want to see how cute you will be as a little girl!" His mother came over and gently took the racing car out of his hand saying, "Dear, we might as well get rid of this. I don't think you will be playing with toys like this much longer", and she kissed him on the forehead. Mary Ann wiped his eyes and then carried him into the bedroom where she and two other women helped Harold out of his boyish pants, shirt and underwear. Soon all the women and even a couple of the teen age girls came in to see what was going to happen to the only boy at the party. I scooped Jamie up in my arms, and while he was too young to appreciate what was going on, I thought to myself, "I'm glad that I put you in little dresses and skirts early, son. It will be so much easier for you to be a girl as you have never been taken out of dresses like poor little Harold. Mary Ann, who seemed to be enjoying all this, stooped down and helped Harold slip into a pair of Stephanie's light blue nylon panties that Deb brought out. Harold squirmed a little as all the ladies and girls smiled approvingly. Then she slipped a full, very dainty light blue petticoat over his head and let it fall gently to his knees. Putting her hands on Harold's silky waist, she then spun him around and the skirt of his petticoat went flying and all the ladies giggled to see the swirl of his skirt. At that moment Harold tried to run, but looked silly running like a boy when he was so prettily attired. His mother actually got angry and said sternly, "Get back here this instant Mary, and let Mary Ann finish dressing you". Harold had never heard his mother so cross and obediently returned, so that Mary Ann could slip the light blue party dress over his head. As he felt Mary Ann buttoning up the back of his dress, he thought, "Oh my goodness, Mother just called me Mary. What are they doing to me." He looked around and saw everyone in dresses and thought "They are making me a girl!". Mary Ann tied the sash in the back of his dress and one by one all the women and girls came up and gave him a little hug. The last was his mother who with tears of joy in her eyes said, "Oh Mary, you don't know how long I have waited for this. My precious little daughter". Harold, feeling very confused and yet loving the attention he was receiving, managed to let a little smile escape from his lips, not realizing yet, how his life would be forever changed. The party was very successful and Stephanie and Jamie were showered with clothes and toys appropriate for girls their age. The months seemed to pass quickly and Deb and I heard that little Harold was a full time girl now and we were happy that his first outing in skirts, so to speak, occurred at the birthday party of our children. While reading the papers and seeing the increasing incidences of juvenile misbehavior, we have become more and more convinced that if more boys were treated like Harold and our precious Jamie, we would perhaps have a gentler society. Jamie is such a sweet child and is such a big help around the house now. It is hard to believe that he will be starting kindergarten in the Fall. I am not ready to lose my little girl and I have enrolled him as a girl in a very exclusive private school where the teachers know of his special situation. Stephie is already in the second grade there and welcomes her little "sister" going to the same school. And Harold who made the adjustment of becoming Mary very successfully, is in the third grade. As the first day of classes approached, I was a nervous wreck. I wanted him to look so perfect for school. Deb and I had gone shopping that weekend and visited the most exclusive girl's shops in Chicago to purchase school clothes for my "daughter". I dressed Jamie in a little yellow sun dress and white sandals and he was so patient trying on dress after dress in the shops. He is remarkably girlish as nature had been very kind to him, providing him with very delicate facial features and a small frame. This reinforced my feelings that what I had done was right for he would make a terrible boy...He would have been called a sissy for sure and it is much better his simply being a little girl. That way he can be mommy's little sissy and no one will make fun of him because he wears pretty dresses all the time. And I must admit, I love him in his pretty clothes. He is such a wonderful daughter to me. Well, the big day finally arrived and Jamie was ready to begin his first day of school as a girl. I knocked on his door and called, "Wake up Missy, it's time to get dressed". My little sweetheart jumped out of bed and looked so precious in his little girl's nightie as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. After a quick shower I handed him a fluffy pink towel and he dried himself off. I brushed some scented dusting powder over his body and then handed him his little panties that he slipped into very quickly. I could hardly hold back my tears as I saw my son in the pretty light pink undies that most boys never get to enjoy. I just know that he loved wearing them. Then I pulled a lacy pink slip over his head and let it fall gently to his knees. Jamie took a sideward glance at him self in the mirror and then embarrassed, he quickly turned away. I said, Oh honey, it's just fine to admire your self now. Girls spend more time looking in the mirror than boys and you are mommy's girl now " Finally it was time for his dress. I can't tell you how I have looked forward to this moment. I walked to his closet and ran my fingers delicately across his many pretty dresses until I came to the most darling outfit that we picked out at the store. Jamie was going to be "pretty in pink" and I took his dress off the hanger and walked toward him. "Look darling what you are going to be wearing today". Jamie smiled just like a girl and he raised his hands in the air as I slipped his dress over him. Oh it fell just right and the skirt came to about four inches above his knees. "Turn around sweetheart and let mommy tie your sash", I said. Jamie spun around and I just wanted to hug him to death...he was so cute. I quickly put his white lace -trimmed socks on and then his pretty mary janes with the little bows. Finally I tied a pink silk ribbon in his hair, handed him a little clutch purse and my darling son was ready to board the school bus. Jamie made friends very easily with the little girls in his class and was always in demand for the little girl birthday and slumber parties that were so popular in our neighborhood. I adored dressing him up in the prettiest frocks and brushing his long hair that now fell down almost to his waist. On Saturday mornings when there was no school, we would sit for what seemed like hours just brushing and fussing with each other's hair. Jamie loves bubble baths, perfume and hair ribbons and all the things that a girl his age adores. He likes going shopping with me and we always end up bringing one or two new dresses home for his well supplied closet. I must say that my "daughter is becoming a clothes horse while still in grade school. What will I ever do when he is a teenager? I take him to the beauty salon with me and my hairdresser friend who knows Jamie is a boy, always reinforces his femininity by giving him such a girlish cut and style. I am pleased to say that he seems to like his long hair and I have seem him fully attired in a frilly dress, standing before the mirror admiring how pretty he really is. I do need to tell you of one unpleasant incident that occurred lest you think that our life is totally without problems. Jamie's father who abandoned us when I was seven months pregnant somehow heard about Jamie's becoming a girl and he was furious. I have full custody and he hasn't been in contact with us for years, but when Jamie was eight and in the fourth grade, I got a very nasty letter. John said that it was outrageous that I changed his son into a "girl" and that he was going to get a court order and seek custody. I was not going to take any grief from this man who abandoned us and I wrote back to him saying, "John, you might as well know this. Jamie is not your son anymore. He is not your son first of all because you abandoned him and have made no contact with him for seven years and secondly he is not your son because he is now and always will be a girl! I have an excellent attorney and if you try to interfer in any way, I will sue you for back child support and you will have to pay dearly. So stay out of my life and out of my daughter's."Apparently this scared him off so Jamie and I are safe from any meddling in our lives, at least for the time being. I enrolled Jamie in ballet class when he was eight and he took to it like a duck to water, if you'll excuse the expression. He loves dancing and Deb, my sister, and Stephanie my niece, who is now ten, and I attended his recital. He was wearing a pretty short white dress with a full skirt and danced so prettily in the school's rendition of Swan Lake. I was so very proud of my son. During the recital there was a representative from Sears there looking for possible child catalogue models. He contacted me through the school and after some negotiations, Jamie became a child model, modelling girl's wear for Sears. If you turn to the "Girl's Section" you will see him wearing a floral print Easter dress and holding a little white purse. He loves his modeling job, even though he is only eight and has made friends with all the girls there. At home Jamie is the daughter that every mother dreams of. He is polite, courteous, loves to help me cook and bake cookies, keeps his room neat, and takes such special care of his pretty clothes. I can't believe how neat he keeps his room. This summer, Debbie and Stephanie, Jamie and I, are going to fly to Great Britain to tour England and Scotland. It will be fun travelling together as Debbie and I want our daughters to receive the very best education possible. As I reflect on raising my son as a girl, I do not have any regrets. First and foremost, he is a truly a beautiful child and has a temperment that is so suited to that of a girl. I have seen boys who are of a slight build and who are inclined to be girlish in their mannerisms, so mercilessly teased by the bully boys whose size was inherited by their lumberjack and football player fathers. They think that because they are big, they can terrorize the smaller, more delicate boys. And of course many smaller boys live their lives in fear of the bullies. But my Jamie will never have to do that for girls are not expected to be tough or fight. Instead of being called names and feeling inadequate because of his size, Jamie can slip into a pretty dress, brush out his long hair and be the lovely girl he was meant to be without be harrassed by mean and nasty boys. And I as his mother, will help him to be a lovely young lady. Jamie is going to grow up to be a young woman and we as mother and daughter will always be the best of friends. Chapter 3 "Jamie goes to England!" The summer came quickly and mid July found Debbie and I packing frantically for our European trip. The girls were so excited about their first airplane ride. Stephanie and Jamie each had their little beige suitcases packed with dresses, shorts, tops, sweaters , rompers, skirts, slips and panties. Mixed in with the clothes were books such as Ann of Green Gables, Heidi and Pippi Longstocking as well as some of Jamie's favorite barbies. Debbie and I dressed them in cute sundresses for travelling and we took a taxi to the airport. The girls must have looked precious because it seemed that everyone was smiling at them. On the plane the flight attendants were very helpful and we were all thrilled that the movie was "Little Women". My Jamie is definitely all girl but I feel that extra reinforcement is always useful in helping him think and feel like a girl. I want him to be so thoroughly girlish when those nasty hormones kick in in a few years, so that he will in no way entertain any foolish boyish thoughts. We were met at Heathrow Airport in London by a close friend of my mom's with whom she went to school years ago. Mrs. Jones lived in Southhampton and we all piled into the car for the drive there. She was exceptionally friendly but Deb and I both noticed that she seemed to take an extraordinary interest in Jamie during the whole drive to her home. She asked him about school, complimented him repeatedly on his dress, asked him what he liked doing the best and on and on and on. When we arrived at her very spacious home, we were met by a servant at the door and ushered into the most beautiful home we had ever seen. We had heard that mom's friend lived well but we were not aware that she had married into nobility that made her one of the wealthiest women in Southhampton. After tea, we were ushered to our rooms. Debbie and I would each have our separate room, lavishly decorated, and Jamie and Stephanie would share a room together, not that they had to, for there were many rooms, but because Mrs. Jones thought the girls would feel more at ease together. The jet lag apparently took its toll and the four of us slept until 10:00 AM the next day. Mrs. Jones' servants had prepared a brunch for us that consisted of breakfast foods, fruits, soups, sandwichs and anything that you could possible have desired after a refreshing sleep. Debbie, Stephanie, Jamie and I came to brunch casually dressed waiting to hear what our itinerary would be for the day's touring which had been so graciously arranged by mother's good friend. While we were eating and chatting pleasantly, the morning calm was broken by the unmistakable sound of breaking glass. Startled, we all jumped to see a soccer ball come rolling right into the dining area from the living room where it had crashed through the window from the outside. Mrs. Jones was beside herself with anger. "He has done it again", she said, "and after I have told him a thousand times to not play ball in the front yard". Soon afterwards a cute little boy came in saying in the highest little voice I have ever heard for a boy, I'm sorry Grandma Jones, it won't happen again". Such was our abrupt introduction to Andrew Jones, the ten year old grandson of mom's friend who was staying with her for the summer while his parents were visiting friends in Australia. Mrs. Jones stood there with her hands on her hips, shaking her head and saying, Andrew, this is positively the last straw and you know what I told you would happen if you were a naughty boy again!" "No, no grandma", shouted Andrew, "I'll be good! I'll be good"! "Oh yes you will dear. You will be very good when I am through with you". Meanwhile my sister Debbie, Jamie, Stephanie and I were sitting there watching this fascinating drama develop, wondering "What is going to happen to little Andrew"? Later that afternoon we dressed the girls in summer dresses and we all piled into a limousine as Mrs. Jones directed her chauffeur to drive us to London and Buckingham Palace where she had arranged a private tour for us. It was there, walking through the corridors of the royal family home, that Mrs. Jones explained to Debbie and me her remarkable plan for her grandson. Girls", she said, "I have been so worried about Andrew. He is so rowdy and his parents can hardly control him anymore. You saw how he kicked the ball through the window. His mother and father said, "We are going to send him to a private military school unless you can do something with him this summer. Well, I have thought more and more about a idea that I have had for some time now. May I ask you a question"? "Certainly", Mrs. Jones, I replied. "Your dear mother told me last month that your daughter Jamie is not really a girl. Is that true dear?" I felt my face reddening and heard Debbie cough nervously as Mrs. Jones told us that she knew what we always though was a secret concealed from all but family members and very close friends. But then, I guess Mrs. Jones was a close friend of mom. She sensed our uneasiness and put her arms around my shoulder and said, "Oh, please don't be upset dear, many mothers make their sons into daughters over here. I think that it is wonderful that you are allowing your son to experience the joys of being a little girl. He is extremely pretty, as I'm sure you have been told many times". I immediately breathed easier and listened closely as Mrs. Jones continued. She said, "I have been in touch with my good friend Dr. Emily Williams who has been involved with changing little boys into girls. Then she totally shocked us saying, "I called Andrew's parents last night and they agreed that it would be alright to begin proceedings to make Andrew a little girl like your Jamie. I have threatened him with this before if he did not behave more appropriately and the breaking of the window has convinced me that the time is right to put Andrew in dresses". "Could this be happening again?", I wondered. We had seen Harold sissified and sent to school as a girl. My own son of course, has been in skirts since infancy and now we have travelled three thousand miles and are running into a possible boy to girl transformation again. I looked at Andrew skampering about with the girls up ahead and mentally saw him in a dress like my son and niece. Strangely enough it was not an unpleasant picture at all but one that seemed quite right for this little boy with the very high voice. I thought, "Andrew dear, I hope you are enjoying being with the girls. You are soon going to be one!" Mrs. Jones was pleased with our agreement with her plans for Andrew and she asked for our help. "Oh Susan", she said, "The timing of your visit is so fitting. You know exactly what needs to be done to properly feminize a boy. Jamie is so wonderfully girlish". I thought, "Mrs. Jones, you just don't realize that Jamie was in dresses right from the beginning. Andrew is a ten year old boy who likes to play soccer, rough house with the boys and may very well be a problem". I began to express my thoughts on this but was dismissed with a friendly, "Nonsense dear, he'll do exactly as I say". I thought, "Well, I hope you are right, or this could be a very difficult time for all of us". We returned to Southhampton from our lovely palace tour in the early evening and were served tea by the servants. I kept trying to size Andrew up on the way back wondering how he was going to take his planned feminization. Debbie and I told Jamie and Stephanie what was going to happen and both laughed mischievously and said they would help. Both girls liked Andrew and said that he would make a nice new sister for them. After tea, Andrew started out the door to meet with his boy friends when Amanda, Mrs. Jones French maid stopped him in his tracks. He tried to pull away but she held him firmly and brought him back to the center of the room. She forced him to sit down in an elegant rose colored chair and Mrs. Jones began to explain to him precisely what was going to happen. Debbie, Stephie, Jamie and I sat fascinated as we watched the early stages of Andrew's feminization. Mrs. Jones said sweetly, "Andrew, you are ten years old now. Soon you will be going through puberty when boys experience a change in their bodies including a change in their voices. They start to grow more hair and they become all too aggressive. Your parents and I think you are already too aggressive as it is dear, and we have decided that from now on, you are going to be Andrea!! "Andrea!", shouted Andrew! My name is Andrew, not Andrea. Andrea is a sissy girl's name. My eight year old Jamie, clutched the sides of his dress and moved closer to me, a little startled by Andrew's outburst, and I put my arms around my son, whispering, "It's ok, honey. Mrs. Jones knows what is best for him". Mrs. Jones looked Andrew right in the eye and said to him, "Yes, it is a sissy girl's name and as of right now, it is your new name dear, and you are going to be my new grand daughter". "Amanda dear, would you come and remove Andrew's clothes please". The very pretty maid, attired in a traditional black maid's uniform with a short skirt, white apron and high heels minced toward Andrew and begain to forcefully remove his shirt and pants. As Andrew struggled, one of the pretty maids in training, a teen age girl with long blonde hair entered the room and also held the struggling boy. As he continued to squirm, Amanda was forced to give him a little spanking, saying ,"Now be a good girl Missy, or Amanda is going to get very angry with her little girl". He cried out but soon saw that it was useless as the two women completely overpowered him. Soon he was standing in front of us without his clothes and gladly reached for the soft lavender towel that Mrs. Jones handed to him. Debbie and I felt a strange stirring within us as we watched what was happening, and later acknowleged to one another that we secretly enjoyed seeing little boys feminized. The thought of this rather aggressive child being turned into a very pretty girl made us feel better. The teen age girl maid whose name we learned was Marie left the room momentarily and returned with a handful of silky garments that were soon to clothe the naked body of a ten year old boy. Mrs. Jones took the towel from Andrew and before we knew it the boy was standing before us clad in the prettiest white satin panties we had ever seen. Andrew's little mouth was wide open in surprise and as he stood there not knowing how to feel in his very dainty attire. He subconsciously fingered the delicate lace, edging his panties, and before he could mutter a word, Marie had his arms through a matching white satin training bra, fastening it with the quick and skillful hands of a trained personal lady's maid. "Stand up Andrea", said Mrs. Jones. "Stand up and show the girls how cute you look". But Andrew was still not ready to be Andrea and he uttered a very nasty word. Mrs. Jones was furious and said, "You will be punished for that young lady" This afternoon your closest boy friends on your soccer team will meet the new sissy girl in our home. Andrew began to say something but the words froze on his lips as Marie slipped an exquisite lace trimmed white satin slip over his head and pulled it down to a few inches above Andrew's knees. With a flirtacious smile she flounced the skirt of his pretty slip and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. Debbie and I gave each other a knowing smile as we thought, "Oh, he does look pretty". The best was yet to come though, and Amanda came out of the bedroom with what had to be the prettiest white lace dress that I have ever seen. I thought, "I really need to buy dresses like that for my son". Amanda walked right up to Andrew, held the dress up to him and then placed it over his outstretched arms and let it fall into place. The dress had delicate embroidery on the bodice, a cute lace collar, and a full skirt that rustled when he walked. Mrs. Jones had spared no expense in assuring that Andrew's first day as a girl would be a memorable one. At this point, Stephanie, sensing in her little girl's mind the anguish that this boy must be going through went up and gave him a big hug. While Marie was tieing the blue satin sash on his dress we were all touched to hear Stephie say, "I'll be your best friend, Andrea". Then my Jamie went up to him and said, "It's ok, Andrea, I'm a boy too but mommy made me girl and I like wearing dresses. You will too in time". As the girls chatted with their new "sister", Marie came in with a pair of lacy socks and white Mary Janes shoes just like those worn by real girls. Mrs. Jones then came over and placed a long blonde wig on Andrew's head that fell softly to his shoulders. Debbie sighed in delight with this ultimate feminine touch that completely changed Andrew into a very attractive young Miss. Marie tied a white silk ribbon in his hair and Amanda began to apply lipstick to his lips, telling him that soon he would be given courses on make up, color coordination and other things that a young girl his age should know. Marie then handed Andrew a little purse and he stood there looking so pretty, as if he had been a little girl for all of his life. Debbie and I thought, "Indeed he should have been, as should so many delicate boys who are being deprived of the girlhood they so rightly deserve". Mrs. Jones was beaming at Andrew's successful transformation and addressed her new granddaughter saying, "This may be difficult the first few days, dear, but I think you are just going to do fine as a girl." Andrew managed a weak smile, and while he was still in a state of shock, did kind of like the feel of his pretty clothes. He nervously held the sides of his dress and felt so very pretty and vulnerable. The feel of his silk slip against his knees was such a new experience for him as he walked back and forth across the room getting used to being in dresses. Mrs. Jones said, "Honey, make a curtsy to Amanda and Marie now for helping you dress and become such a pretty young lady". Andrew grasped the sides of his skirt and placing his left foot behind the right, bent his knee and spread his skirt in the sweetest little curtsy a boy ever made. All of us clapped and Mrs. Jones directed us into the dining room where a big "coming out" party was about to begin for the newest girl in the Jones' family. Mrs. Jones said, "Now Andrew won't have to go away to a military school. His mother and father will be so proud of their new daughter". We heard the sounds of cars pulling up outside the Jone's residence and saw several women and their daughters emerging from the vehicles and walking towards the house. Mrs. Jones had planned Andrew's transformtion better than any of us had thought, and several young ladies his age had come to welcome him to the world of little girls. Carrying elaborately wrapped presents and dressed in the lovliest party dresses that money could buy, girl after girl came up to Andrew, kissed him and handed him a present. Mrs. Jones greeted all the mothers who congratulated her on making her grandson into such a lovely girl. I later learned that some of the girls who came were also boys who had been changed into girls by their mothers, a practice that is apparently more common in England than in our own country. After eating cake and ice cream, Andrew began opening his presents, pulling out delicate lacy slips, little girl jewelry, expensive perfumes, prettily dressed dresser dolls, earrings, and a wide variety of gifts suitable for a young girl. I could see that this was one boy who would not be kicking a soccer ball around anymore. His world would become an ultra feminine one and Mrs. Jones, Amanda, and Marie were there to see that all boyishness would be removed from him before his parents return from Australia. Mrs. Jones thanked Debbie and me profusely for being present at Andrea's coming out party and she told us how she looked forward to our travelling together for the next two weeks visiting quaint English towns, crusader castles, and other wonderful points of interest with her prettily dressed grand daughter at her side. As for Debbie and me, we were amazed at how we have been a part of the feminization of three boys now who have forever left the rough and tumble world of men and boys and entered into the softer, more sensitive world of the female gender which is of course by far superior, as any thinking person readily knows. I hugged my Jamie and was glad that I made him a girl and I wished Mrs. Jones the very best of luck in bringing Andrea to his full potential as a young lady, a role in which I just know he is going to delight in. As we got ready to return to America, I thought about her mention of Dr. Williams and made a mental note to check up on Andrea in a couple of months to see if they decided to remove all elements of boyishness from him. In all honesty, I sometimes wish my Jamie lacked all traces of being a boy but as he is still only eight, I have a couple of years to decide if I am going to do anything about that. I wish I could tell you more about Andrea and our exploits in England and later in Scotland, but I must continue the story of my own son's growing up to be a proper young lady, a story which took some interesting turns when we returned to the United States. Chapter #4 'The Wedding' Two years have passed since our wonderful trip to the British Isles and I am happy to report that Jamie has continued to develop into a very lovely young lady. Shortly before his tenth birthday, I received a telephone call from my college room mate Rachel, informing me that she was going to be getting married in June, and wanted me to be a bridesmaid. Rachel and I had stayed in touch over the years and she was one of the few college friends that I had told about Jamie. She told me that she had been thinking about the two of us and would like to include him in the wedding party too. I didn't know what to say but Rachel, anticipating my hesitation, blurted out, "Jamie can be my flower girl!". ""Oh my", I thought, "How wonderful!" I remembered being a flower girl at my aunt's wedding many years ago and how much fun it was. Now my son would have the chance to experience the same joy as I did. I hung up the phone and looked out the window to see Jamie on our backyard swing, swinging higher than he was allowed. His little skirts were flying in the breeze and I thought, "I must tell him again that a young lady holds her skirts down. What am I going to do with this boy"! I called him in , gave him a mild scolding for being so unladylike, and broke the exciting news to him that he was going to be a flower girl in my friend Rachel's wedding. I expected him to be as happy as I was but Jamie has been a little difficult lately. I blame it on the new family that moved in across the street with their two boys who are about Jamie's age. They invite him to play baseball with them and I am afraid that they are awakening some boyish desires deep within him that I don't like at all. So I think that being a flower girl is the best thing that can happen to him at this time. Maybe when he tries on his lovely gown and rehearses with the bridesmaids and junior bridesmaids, he will settle into being a normal girl once again. The next morning we dressed in blue mother and daughter tea-length dresses and drove to the bridal salon. Jamie seemed very subdued and not at all like the cheerful daughter that I have been raising. I brushed his bangs, adjusted his hair ribbon, and asked, "What's wrong dear?" Jamie looked up at me and said, "Mom, I'm almost ten years old and I decided that I want to be a boy". Well, I almost ran the car right off the road. "A boy! Jamie, what are you saying? You're not a boy. You are mommy's girl. Look at you honey. You have long hair and you wear dresses. You can't be a boy !" I started to raise my voice and the next thing I knew, he was crying. Oh I was so afraid that this would happen some day and now I had responded so harshly to my son. What was I to do. He is my daughter, my pride and joy. I can't give her up now. But she is a he....Oh, get so confused. I quickly put one hand around him as I drove, and told him we would talk about it some more. Unconsciously I pulled his skirt over his knees, instinctively treating him as the little girl into which I had changed him. We arrived at the bridal shop where we were greeted by the owner and the prospective bride, Rachel herself, who had come for a fitting. Rachel threw her arms around me and we hugged. "Susan, it has been so long", she said. Then stepping back, she looked at Jamie and said, "And this must be the sweet little child that I have heard so much about". Noticing Jamie's tear stained cheeks she said, "Honey, have you been crying"? I quickly explained that Jamie was going through one of his rebellious stages, trying to act like a boy. Rachel smiled and said, "Oh Jamie hon, you don't want to be a boy. You are going to be in my wedding and I want you to be the prettiest of all my attendants". She held Jamie close and taking him by the hand, led him over to the clothes rack where his flower girl dress was hanging. Removing it from the rack, I saw that it was absolutely beautiful and I couldn't wait to see my son in it. Rachel held it up to Jamie, and I saw a little smile break out on his face. Oh, I was so relieved. He likes his dress. Maybe the excitement of being in the wedding will dissipate those silly boyish thoughts that rise up and make me fearful that I am going to lose my little girl. Rachel gave Jamie a hug, took his hand and let him off to one of the dressing rooms. There she lovingly helped Jamie take off his daytime dress and slip and gently lowered a pink full-skirted petticoat over his head. Jamie was almost in a trance like state as the lovely flower girl dress was then put on him. The dress was pink satin, long and totally feminine. Rachel said, "Let me take a second to brush your hair dear and we'll go out and show mother what a darling flower girl you are". I was waiting patiently outside the dressing room and was melighted to see my son emerge looking like the most beautiful little girl in the whole world. Being his mother I am a little prejudice, but I do declare that Jamie is prettier than most girls I know. He ran to me and we embraced and I thought, "Oh, I am so lucky to have a son like Jamie. He is really a girl at heart and he is going to just adore being a flower girl". My bridesmaid dress was similar to Jamie's and we would truly be mother and daughter for this wedding. I tried my outfit on and Jamie commented on how pretty I looked. I love his interest in dresses and feminine things and always welcome his comments. Rachel told us that she was delighted that we would be in her bridal party and that she looked forward to the big day. The bridal consultant, a lovely girl named Kristy, handed Jamie a little bouquet of flowers and had him practice walking about the salon. He moved so gracefully in his dress and I was so very proud of him. When all the fitting was done and everything was just so, Kristy helped Jamie out of his dress and back into his daytime outfit. I asked hopefully, "Do you like your gown dear"? And my precious son, the love of my life, made me so happy when he replied, Oh yes mother, it's a very pretty dress". I said, "Well, let's be off then honey. Rachel has many things to do yet before the wedding and we don't want to delay her". I kissed Rachel goodbye and she gave both Jamie and me a sweet hug. "See you soon girls", she said, as my daughter and I left the shop thinking about the fun we are going to have at the wedding. The day of the wedding was soon upon us and it had to be one of the nicest days of the year. I was awakened by the bright sun shining through my window and I saw that there was not a cloud in the sky. As I set up in bed, my door burst open and Jamie, clad in a little embroidered white satin nightie with a lace collar, came walking in with a smile on his face. "Good morning sweetheart", I said, and he jumped on to my bed and gave me a big hug. "Are you ready to be Rachel's beautiful little flower girl today"? "Oh yes mother", he replied, "I'm going to look so pretty". I felt a wave of relief hearing Jamie say that as I was still a little shaken up after he talked about wanting to be a little boy the day we went to the bridal salon. But apparently Rachel's reassuring words that she wanted him to be her prettiest attendant together with the unquestionable joy of being able to wear the prettiest dress that me has ever owned, convinced my son that being a girl was best for him after all. I said, "Yes, dear, you are going to be absolutely darling in pink satin and everyone is going to think, "What a perfectly lovely little girl". I drew Jamie's scented bubble bath, helped him into the bath tub and told him to be sure to get all clean for the wedding. I heard him singing in the tub and was so glad that my boy child has adjusted so well to his feminization. Several different mothers have told me that if they had to do it all over again, they would have changed their unruly little boys into girls. Jamie was the perfect little sissy, the most delightful son that a mother could ever want. I had his under garments ready for him when he emerged from the tub and soon my child was arrayed in pale pink satin panties with a little bow on each side. The panties were trimmed with delicate lace and I could see that Jamie was feeling so girlish in them. He held out his arms and I slipped his matching pink satin bra on him and fastened it in the back. I said, "Honey bun, lets put your robe on now while mommy makes your nails all pretty." I have always thought that wearing nail polish was especially important for boys being changed into girls as they are always so busy with their hands. It is difficult to think of one's self as a little boy when one's nails are pink and pretty. Jamie snuggled up close to me on the bed and dutifully put out his little hands as I applied a coat of light pink to his already manicured nails. I did his toes too and thought about how pretty they would look through his stockings if he took his heels off at the reception. It was then time for his makeup and I applied it lovingly to my son. "Purse your lips dear", I said, as I applied a pretty shade of lipstick to his lips. I know that he is only ten, but this is a special occasion and I wanted him to experience a little of what it is like to be a more grown up girl. You see I cannot bear the thought of letting Jamie revert back to being a boy just because he is approaching puberty. He has been my sweet daughter all of his life and I am determined that he will go into his teen age years in skirts and dresses, the attire to which he has become accustomed. After applying his makeup, I gently placed two very lovely pearl earrings in his pierced ears and began the pleasant task of brushing my son's waist length hair. This was a family ritual for us and mother and daughter talk always flowed freely as we did each other's hair. Jamie tilted his head to the side and looked into the mirror as the brushing brought out the shine and highlights in his lovely golden blonde hair, hair that most girls would give anything to have. After about one hundred strokes, I slipped off his quilted robe and put his full pink petticoat over his head. It was truly a pretty garment and it would make his dress flair out nicely as he walked down the aisle. Jamie, like the sissy girl that he was, spun around in front of the mirror and there was a swirl of skirts and flying hair. I said, "Silly girl, come here and let mommy put your dress on. We don't have that much time before we have to go to the Church". I got him into his lovely flower girl dress and sat back and sighed. "My goodness", I thought, "He is an absolute living doll. What a travesty it would have been to raise such a child as a boy. He is far too pretty to be anything but a mommy's girl". I helped my ten year old with his very grown up sheer pantyhose and my sweetie said, "Look mommy, you can see my pink toe nails through my stockings". I said, "Yes honey, they look so pretty". I slipped his adorable white shoes with the little heels on to his feet, tied two pink satin bows in his hair, handed him his pink beaded purse and told him to be careful not to wrinkle his dress while I got ready myself. I dressed quickly and soon mother and daughter were ready for the car that was picking us up for the ride to the Church. We heard a horn honk amnd so holding hands, Jamie and I walked out to the car. I had told my son to be sure to take dainty steps as he was still not that used to walking in heels. Granted they were not very high, but he was still new at it and it would be quite a few years before he was regularly wearing heels that were three or four inches high. The thought of my child as a young woman in a short pleated skirt and stylish silk blouse clicking along the sidewalk in high heeled pumps secretly delighted me, and reminded me of how glad I am to be a woman. I have always adored pretty clothes and think that women and girls are so fortunate in that they have such a variety of choices when it comes to shoes and clothing. Two of the bridesmaids were already in the back seat of the car and we were going to have to squeeze in together. Apparently there was some miscommunication along the way as we should have had another vehicle to avoid wrinkling our clothes. I thought, "I hope someone had the foresight to bring a travel iron to the church in case we have to touch up our dresses". I said, "Jamie dear, you are going to have to sit on Jennifer's lap". My son squeezed into the car and Jennifer was so sweet to hold Jamie for the twenty minute ride to the church. She whispered in his ear that he was a very cute little girl, that he looked pretty in his pink dress and I could see that Jamie liked her immediately. I want my son to identify with lovely girls like Jennifer as I think having pretty and well spoken female role models is very important for a boy learning to be a proper young lady. Entering the church we were ushered into the room reserved for the bride and her attendants. There standing in her bridal attire was Rachel, who lookmed absolutely dazzling in her breath-taking wedding dress. Rachel, who was exceptionally attractive and being married for the first time, chose a white satin gown with embroidered Alencon lace. The scoop neck was edged with pearls and crystals and she was very beautiful. When she saw Jamie and me she immediately came over and personally thanked us for being a part of her wedding. Addressing Jamie, she said, "Sweetie, you can't imagine how happy I am to have you as my flower girl. You are so precious sweetheart and I am so proud of you". Well, Jamie just beamed and in a demure little voice said, "Thank you Rachel" and then he twirled around just like a little girl. Kirsten, one of the twelve year old junior bridesmaids came up to Jamie and offered him some punch. It was sweet of her to do but as she was handing it to him, another girl walking by accidently brushed against her, knocking her arm and caused her to spill a little punch on her dress. As the ceremony was going to start in just twenty minutes she became very upset and started to cry. But something remarkable happened that kind of took all of the adult girls by surprise. My darling Jamie, acting very mature for a ten year old, took the older girl by the hand, led her to the ladies room and personally helped her wash the spot off of her dress. Jamie was so reassuring as he told her, "Don't worry Kirsten, no one will even notice the spot" and he gave her a tissue from his clutch purse to dry her eyes. A bond of friendship was established as a result of that incident which was to play a significant part in Jamie's life when he entered college seven years later. Kirsten and Jamie were to become inseparable friends. The organist began to play the pre-service music and all of us gave Rachel a little kiss and said, "This is it girl! Are you ready for this"? Rachel smiled sweetly and said that it was the happiest day of her life. As the processional began, my son preceded me down the aisle carrying a little bouquet of flowers,and looking every bit the little lady that I wanted him to be. As I started down the aisle after him, tears filled my eyes as I saw my beautiful child looking so radiant in his pre teen girlhood. He was truly a delicate child and he seemed so completely at ease as a prettily dressed little girl. I thought, "Susan, you are fortunate in that you never had to assist Jamie through the awkward tomboy stage. Jamie never had one, and always preferred playing dress up and having tea parties to climbing trees or rough housing with less refined children". The service went very well. The minister spoke on the importance of loving one another and urged the couple to remember that life here on Earth is short and eternity long. He quoted John 3:16 and in a very tactful way prompted all in attendance to reflect on their own relationship with their Savior. I want Jamie to realize that there is a spiritual side to life too and that he must never ever forget that. The service ended with the joyful couple kissing at the altar and striding happily down the aisle to form the reception line. Jamie stood in front of me in the line and received so many compliments on how well he did. Only the bridal party and my closest friends knew that he was a boy, although I doubt that many would believe it even if we told them the truth. Jamie looks like a girl, dresses like a girl, acts like a girl, and I hope, thinks and feels like one too. At the reception my son danced and twirled around with the junior bridesmaids and other little girls on the dance floor and all seemed to have a lot of fun. That night as we sat on the edge of the bed in our blue silk night gowns brushing one another's hair, Jamie said, "Mom, I'm really glad that I'm a girl. Do you think I can always be your daughter"? I smiled at my little doll and said, "Yes honey, you will always be mommy's little girl". And yet I knew in my heart that puberty and the frightful things that it does to boys was rapidly approaching. I thought, "I have some decisions to make in the next couple of years. It would be unseemly to allow my lovely child to leave the world of women and girls and enter a man's world. I must figure out a way to let Jamie continue to be a girl". Jamie kissed me goodnight, took his favorite doll in his arms, and climbed into bed to dream the sweet dreams of a ten year old girl. I remained awake thinking for several minutes, reflecting on how happy Jamie is as a girl and hoping that his future years will be filled with close girl friends who will always love him as the girl that he is. His world needs to be one of lipstick and dresses, for he is my Jamie girl, the sweetest little child a mother could have. I can't wait until he enters his first beauty pageant, tries out for the cheer leading squad, and shops for a prom dress. But that is yet to come! Chapter #5 "Boarding School for Jamie" As I sit at my keyboard on this lovely autumn evening, tears fill my eyes, as I tell you that my little Jamie, now eleven years old, is off to boarding school. He has never been away from my side before and I miss my sweet girl so much. Our mother and daughter shopping trips, our fun-filled cookie baking times, and our modeling dresses for one another, were such important parts of our lives. But Jamie is a big girl now, and it is time for me to let him go. He does write me the sweetest letters and I am so happy that he and Stacy, his cute little roommate, are the very best of friends. Jamie is a seventh grader at the Briarcliff School for Girls where there are other boys who are being dressed and treated as girls. I was so thrilled to meet their mothers at a pre registration tea and to learn that I was not the only one who desired to raise a sweet, gentle child. The day that we drove to the beautiful wooded campus, both of us cried knowing that the separation was not going to be easy. I was tempted to turn around and return home, but knew in my heart that this was the best alternative for my son. I didn't want him to go to school with boys and going here would further his education in a setting that was decidedly feminine. The school has a total of about two hundred girls in grades seven through twelve. As we pulled up to the administration building we were met by the head mistress who greeted us warmly. Jamie slid out of the front seat of the car in ladylike fashion and upon being introduced, curtsied nicely to her. Headmistress Karen Chandler knew that Jamie was a boy and as with all the boys enrolled at her school over the years, she made a special effort to be certain that he would be treated no differently than the other girls. She put her arm around my eleven year old and told him that his yellow dress looked very becoming with his long blond hair. As we were chatting with the headmistress, we heard loud words coming from a group of women standing around another car that had just arrived on campus. A girl in a red velvet jumper dress who was apparently not very happy about being here was saying, "I'm not coming here. You can't make me"! She was creating such a fuss that one of the women, who I learned was her step mother, spoke very harshly to her. The girl stopped fussing and began to cry as the lady said to her, "I'm sorry Julie, but you must learn to be a good girl. You will like school here once you settle in. Now stop being so difficult and you won't be scolded anymore". I didn't know it then but it seems that Julie was a boy who was being forced to attend this girl's school by his stepmother. He had only recently begun wearing dresses at her insistence and he obviously wasn't adjusted to being a girl yet. Headmistress Chandler excused herself and walked over to offer her assistance to Julie and his mother. "Hi Julie!", said the headmistress, trying to play down the incident. "We are so glad to have you with us, honey". Headmistress Chandler gave a reassuring wink to Julie's mother, and taking Julie by the hand, sat down with him on a nearby bench. I heard her say, "Julie hon, we all behave like ladies here. Your mother has enrolled you at Briarcliff to make a lovely girl out of you. We do not allow boyish behavior in this school. Do you understand, sweetheart?" Julie reached into his purse, took out a lace handkerchief and dried his eyes. He looked at Headmistress Chandler and said, "I'm sorry Ms. Chandler." She then gave him a hug and he walked back to his mother who embraced her repentant son. I was so delighted to see the loving concern that the headmistress and Julie's mother showed the boy. The poor dear had not been wearing dresses very long and he was still adjusting to the role that was so lovingly chosen for him. I often wondered if Jamie would have rebelled like that if I had not been so careful to raise him as a young lady from early childhood. I still have nightmares about the time when he told me he wanted to be a boy again, but ever since his day as a flower girl one year ago, he has been very girlish and feminine, showing no desire to be a boy. I hoped that young Julie would be so influenced by all the girls on campus that he would feel comfortable leaving his boy's world behind for good. The girls at this school are not allowed to wear jeans or pants of any kind, for it is the administration's desire to graduate young ladies who are graceful and totally feminine in their behavior. I went over and talked with Julie's stepmother, telling her not to worry for I thought that Julie was a lovely girl and that she would soon be so involved with living, studying and playing with girls that she would forget that she was ever a boy. The sun was setting in the sky and it was time for me to say farewell to my child. Oh I love him so much! I could see that while he was sorry to be away from me, he was also as excited as a school girl can be at the thought of this new adventure. I hugged my honey to me, trying not to wrinkle his dress, and told him that I would see him for the Thanksgiving holidays. Walking away, I looked back over my shoulder and saw Jamie and Julie heading toward the dorm where they would live on the same floor. I thought, "I hope that the real girls have a great influence on my son and his new friend. I do so want Jamie to progress well in his feminine training". I cried some more driving back home and was glad that I had taken so many pictures of my son in his pretty girl's clothes to remind me that I have the loveliest little girl in the world. I often sit and look wistfully at our family album filled with the cutest pictures of my child in his prettiest outfits. One week after I returned home, I received a delightful letter in the mail. It read, Dearest Mother, I miss you so much. I am having a good time in school and like all the other girls very much. My roommate Stacy and I get along very well together. We wear the same size dresses and we share each other's clothes. Oh mother, Stacy is so sweet. You will like her a lot. I hope she can come to meet you at Thanksgiving. Mother, there are twin boys here and they have to dress like little girls. I will tell you more about it when I see you. I am so glad that I am a girl, mother, and that I am going to school here. Your daughter, Jamie Well, I must tell you that Jamie kept a diary just like a girl while he was at school and my sweetheart lets his mother read all his secrets. If I had let Jamie grow up as a boy, I know we would have never been so close. The things that I will now tell you come from Jamie's diary. After I left the campus, Jamie was paired up with Stacy Summers, a very pretty girl from California. She was a mischievous thirteen year old who was told by her parents that her roommate would be a pretty boy. She thought that was in her own words, "kewl" and promised that she would help him to be a complete girl. Upon meeting Jamie, she embraced him warmly and told him that they were going to be the best of friends. That evening as they prepared for bed, Stacy pulled a peach colored nylon baby doll night gown out of her drawer, handed it to Jamie, and said, "Put it on Jamie. My mom said I should share my clothes with you and this is the prettiest nightie that I have". Jamie took the silky garment from Stacy, held it up to himself and both girls agreed that it was a very pretty nightie. He thought, "Oh, Stacy is so very sweet". Stacy was wearing a similar gown and the two climbed into their respective twin beds and dreamed of the first day of school. The next morning the dorm was filled with the joyous laughter and shouts of teen and pre teen age girls getting ready for class. Jamie jumped out of bed, washed up and dressed in the stylish white blouse and pleated navy blue skirt that was the uniform that all Briarcliff girls wore. He wore a very lacy white nylon half slip, a pretty nylon bra with a tiny pink ribbon in the center, and the sissiest of nylon panties under his outfit. He felt very pretty in his school girl clothes. Stacy looked at him approvingly and said, "Jamie, you really do make a nice girl. I understand why your mother raised you as a girl." Jamie blushed and told Stacy, "You look pretty too Stacy". With that, she grabbed a hold of Jamie's hand and the two walked down the hall to the dining room where a hot breakfast awaited them. The dining hall was huge and accommodated all the girls in the school. Jamie had never seen so many girls in one place before. They were all in pretty blouses and skirts, as was he, and he felt very girlish and feminine being here with them. Looking across the table he saw the little boy named Julie who had resisted coming to school yesterday. But now Julie was a girl like all the rest and Jamie noticed that his nails were painted a bright red. Later he learned that all the boys in attendance were compelled to wear nail polish. I was to learn that while girls were expected to be feminine, the boys were required to be ultra feminine. Headmistress Chandler did not want to disappoint even one mother who paid the high tuition rate to be sure that her son would be dressed and treated totally as a young lady. Jamie's first class was English, taught by a thirty year old young woman who graduated summa cum laude from Radcliffe. She was the valedictorian of her class and came to the Briarcliff School for Girls with very impressive credentials. Her name was Victoria White and she was informed that the pretty blond girl entering her seventh grade English class was none other than a boy named Jamie. Unknown to all but the headmistress, Victoria has a special interest in boys being raised as girls for she had been involved along with her three sisters, in dressing up their youngest brother many years before. Her brother, being a very delicate child, wore dresses after school every day through grade school, and when Victoria went off to college, she missed having her own little "Barbie Doll" to dress up. It was like losing a little sister, so now, many years later, she determined that she would lavish her special attention on Jamie, just like the attention she gave to her brother who so closely resembled this new "girl" in her class. As she called the role all the girls answered, "Present Miss White", and there was a spirit of excitement in the class on this first day of school. Jamie felt very pretty in his pleated skirt and blouse with his almost waist length hair falling gently over his shoulders. After the introductory class, Miss White said, "Jamie, may I see you for a moment, dear?" The other girls filed out of the room as Jamie waited to chat with the teacher. "Honey", she said, "Headmistress Chandler told me that you are a boy and I want you to know that I think that it is wonderful that your loving mother saw fit to raise you as a young lady. My little brother made such a cute girl that we put him in dresses too. But you, honey, are even prettier than he was and I'm so happy that you are a little girl". Jamie listened attentively as Miss White further explained, "Jamie, if you ever have any problems, I want you to feel free to come to me honey, and I will help. I know that I am your teacher but I want to be a big sister to you too. Now since you have a study period this hour, there is something I want to do for you to get you started on your first day. Do you know what that is, honey"? "No, Miss White", said Jamie. "Well, honey, as you may have heard, it is a school requirement that all boys wear nail polish to help them adjust to being girls here so I would like to do your nails. We can talk "girl talk" at the same time and get to know one another better.". Without another word, Victoria reached into her desk drawer, brought out some pink nail polish, took Jamie's hand in her well manicured hand, and began to apply polish to his nails. Looking into Jamie's eyes she smiled and said, "Honey, isn't it just wonderful being a girl"? Jamie, blushed and feeling so delightfully girlish as Victoria finished his nails said, "Oh yes, Miss White, I like being a girl". Jamie's first day of classes went remarkably well and he fit in marvelously with all the other girls. But I soon learned from Jamie's diary that Ms. Chandler did not always immediately win over stubborn boys who were sent to her school to be properly feminized. I must tell you about the Stapleton twins from Connecticut whose mother Cynthia was determined to change them into young ladies. The boys were just short of their eleventh birthday and they were simply unmanageable. Although they lived in a very expensive home and had all that money could buy, they were sassy to their mother, impolite to the servants, and refused to apply themselves diligently to their studies at the private school that they attended. Cynthia Stapleton heard about Ms. Chandler's school through a mother she knew whose son was surgically transformed into a girl and sent to the school several years before. So after talking with Ms. Chandler by telephone, she impulsively decided to tell the boys that they were going to attend a new school in Wisconsin where they would learn better manners. The idea of going away to school sounded like fun to the twins and they readily jumped into the car, although slightly puzzled that their mother didn't pack any suitcases for them. They looked forward to their new adventure. The only difficulty was that their mother didn't tell them that they would be attending an all girl's school, as girls! The Stapletons arrived a day late and classes were in progress when their white Lincoln Continental drove up to the administration building. Cynthia and the boys got out and the boys immediately loved the tree-shaded campus and open grassy areas, wondering if the students played football and soccer in those areas. Robert Stapleton, the older by a few minutes and the more aggressive of the twins ran over to a tree and started swinging from a low hanging branch. His brother Stephen started throwing a ball that he had in his pocket, high the air and catching it again. Cynthia was about to say something when all three heard the change of period bell ring, and before they knew it the campus was full of laughing, giggling girls going to their different classrooms. Several walked right by the brothers, their little uniform skirts swinging in the light morning breeze. The twins watched all the activity with their mouths open and a look of total shock on their faces. Frozen with fear they looked pleadingly at their mother who simply smiled at them with a wry smile, her hands resting on her hips. "Mom, what kind of school is this"? asked Robert. "Where are all the boys, mom"? begged Stephen. Mrs. Stapleton just stood there and smiled as Headmistress Chandler came out of the Administration Building to greet the new enrollees. Looking at Cynthia and her perplexed sons, Karen Chandler walked right up to the newly arrived family and said, "Good Morning, Mrs. Stapleton. Welcome to Briarcliff"! Then looking directly at Robert and Stephen, she said to their complete shock and amazement, "Good morning young ladies! How are my new girls this morning"? Young ladies? Girls? Robert and Stephen looked at one another, their eyes wide with fear, but before they even had a chance to think further about what was happening, six female teachers attired in very smart skirts and jackets appeared and surrounded the boys. Kathleen, a beautiful physical education instructor with flowing long brown hair reached for Robert's hand and said very matter of factly, "Come with me, Roberta. Ms. Chandler wants me to show you where you will be staying". At the same time, Paige, who taught Social Studies at the School, put her arm around Stephen and laughingly said, "And you too Stephanie, follow me." We are going to get you girls settled in so you can join the other girls for classes right after lunch". Both boys, gradually realizing what their mother was doing to them, screamed, "MOM, DON'T LET THEM TAKE US!" But Cynthia was already light years away in her thoughts, thinking, "I just know that my twins are going to be more manageable now. They will be better behaved because they are going to become little girls". And leaving the "girls" in the hands of women trained to deal with rebellious boys, she said, "Good-bye my daughters. See you soon". And she walked towards her car. Headmistress Chandler walked with her and said, "Cynthia hon, you made the right decision. Don't you worry. The next time you see Roberta and Steffie, they will be sweet well trained little girls of whom you will be very proud" Robert was not going willingly with Kathleen, but he was only an eleven year old boy and she was a twenty-two year old fitness instructor and tennis player. She had a solid grip on his little wrist and told him quite openly to stop fighting her or she would put him over her knee and spank him right in front of all the girls on campus. Briarcliff did not tolerate badly behaved boys and they were dealt with very firmly. Kathleen suddenly stopped and knelt down on one knee alongside Roberta and said, "Honey, you might as well stop resisting. Your mother wants you to be a girl now". And reaching into her purse, she took out a pale blue silk hair ribbon, and with a bobby pin, put it into the little boy's hair. Adjusting the ribbon just so, she let the two little streamers fall down the back of his head, thinking how pretty he is going to be after his hair grows long like a girls. Robert began to cry like the little girl he was about to become, and Kathleen, used to such responses from newly feminized boys, hugged him and said, "It's alright, dear. By tomorrow you will be just one of the girls and you will feel much better". And they walked into the dormitory together. Meanwhile Paige was using a different approach with Stephen who was a more sensitive child than his brother. As they walked to the dorm he would be living in, Paige was explaining all the wonderful things about being a girl to him. While Stephen was somewhat in a state of shock, he couldn't help hearing Paige talk about the fun he would have in sewing class, attending slumber parties and learning how to help his mother around the house. Paige talked to him as if he were already a girl and it appeared to be working because Stephen seemed to calm down considerably as they walked to his dorm. Naturally Ms. Chandler felt it was wise to separate the boys so they would not try to reinforce one another in resisting their mother's desired transformation. Paige led Stephen into the room that he would be sharing with a girl named Nancy. She showed him his bed with its very lovely pink and white bedspread with floral patterns. The room's curtains matched the color of the bedspread and had very pretty ruffles. Paige proceeded to turn down the bed sheets to reveal sheets and pillow cases of lovely pink satin. She then pointed out his desk and proceeded to throw open the door of his walk in closet. Smiling she said, "Look, Stephanie". When Stephen looked he saw several frilly dresses of various styles hanging neatly in a row, pretty blouses, different kinds of skirts including the school uniform, and four pair of girl's shoes, including two pair with little heels. Paige smiled at him and said, "These are the new clothes that you mother purchased for you Steffie. Aren't they adorable"? You mother spent a lot of money to be certain that you and your sister would be properly attired". She reached over and kissed him on the cheek saying, "Cheer up, sweetie. You'll make a great girl. Now take off all your boy's clothes!" Across the courtyard Kathleen led little Roberta into his dorm and found his roommate Teresa already in the room. She had a slight stomach ache and was excused from attending morning classes. Seeing her new roommate and knowing that he was a boy, she ran up to him and said, "Oh Robert, I mean Roberta, I am so glad that we are roomies", and she gave him a kiss. This was all happening way to fast for Robert. Earlier that week he was "all boy" with the best baseball card collection in his Connecticut school and now he was being called Roberta, and being kissed by a girl who was going to be his roommate. Kathleen, looking at her watch said, "Roberta, we don't have much time before lunch. You have to get changed." Robert said, "What do you mean changed"? Kathleen replied, "Silly girl, you need to put on your uniform!" Well, Robert almost fainted on the spot. But Kathleen, realizing the shortage of time said, "Terri, will you get Robert's uniform skirt and blouse out of the closet while I get him his bra and panties? His navy tights should be in one of these drawers too. He is a boy, you know, and he may need a little help the first day". Robert was totally dazed by what was happening to him but before he knew it, Kathleen had him in his school girl uniform complete with delicate lace-trimmed lingerie. Robert stood alongside Teresa looking at his girlish appearance in the mirror and heard Teresa say, "You look cute Roberta. We are going to have such fun as roommates." Robert walked around the room and felt so sissy in his pleated skirt and pretty blouse. His tights made his legs feel very feminine and he wore little black patent leather shoes with pretty bows and one and one half inch heels. Kathleen smiled and said, "Come on girls, We are just going to make it to lunch". Hearing Paige say, "Take off all your boy's clothes", left Stephen a little numb, but he did what he was told. Soon, like his brother, he was a fully dressed schoolgirl in a stylish short pleated skirt and blouse. He could feel the smooth silkiness of his slip and panties through his clothes and it was not an unpleasant sensation for him. He walked about before the admiring eyes of Paige and felt rather free in moving about in a skirt. He thought to himself, "Now I know what girls feel like in dresses". Paige reading his mind said, "You like wearing a skirt, don't you Stephanie dear?' Stephen started to say something but Paige cut him off saying, "Honey, you don't have to deny it. Lots of boys come here trying to act strong and masculine when they are really very sweet girls in their hearts. I think that's you, honey. So enjoy your pretty clothes, Steffie, because your mother is making you and your twin, girls forever. And she took Stephen by the hand and led him gently toward the dining hall. It was twelve o'clock noon and the girls and faculty converged on the dining hall to enjoy lunch. Paige and Kathleen had pre arranged to have the twins sit together and be introduced to the school as the newest arrivals. So as they walked in the door. Robert and Stephen, who had played first base and shortstop on their former school's baseball team, saw each dressed like girls for the first time. Stephen looked at his brother, saw his light blue hair ribbon, his blouse with the lace collar, and his short pleated skirt and couldn't believe it was Robert. He noticed that he was wearing little black patent leather heels with bows and his legs were encased in girl's tights. He started to laugh when it dawned on him that he was in a skirt and panties too. What had their mother done to them? They were boys, but they were now on a campus with two hundred sissy girls and no one here was ever allowed to wear pants. As the girls ate lunch together they heard Ms. Chandler announce a special meeting for the special "girls" at school. What more could possibly happen to them? If they only knew, they may have run away. Chapter #6 "Boyish Behavior Punished"! The four seventh grade boys enrolled by their mothers in the Briarcliff School for Girls entered Ms. Chandler's office and curtsied to the headmistress. Karen Chandler was a very tall, beautiful woman and the new "girls" were a little intimidated by her. But she was smiling as she said, "Sit down girls!". Jamie sat down very gracefully, sweeping his skirt under him as he had been taught from childhood. Julie just plopped down very awkwardly and Ms. Chandler shook her head from side to side saying, "Oh Julie, I see that we are going to have to spend more time with you. Stand up honey, and sit back down again like a lady." Julie stood up and then sat down again, and this time arranging his skirt the way he had seen Jamie do it. Ms. Chandler said, "That's much better, Julie". "Girls, I called you here to tell you that we are determined to make sure that your mother's wishes are respected. You are no longer to think of yourselves as boys for as you can clearly see, this is a school for girls. Jamie here will not be a problem as he has been a young lady since he was a small child. But the rest of you have some catching up to do and it is important that you learn immediately that boyishness will not be tolerated on this campus". She continued, "As for you twins, I am very disappointed that you did not immediately recognize that your mother knows what is best for you. Two of my finest teachers told me that you boys almost had to be dragged to your dorms after your mother left". Steffie started to say something but Ms. Chandler cut him off saying, "Be silent young lady. You will talk when you are spoken to, and only then." She went on, "So I am going to personally supervise your wardrobes until you are properly assimilated as normal young school girls". Roberta and Steffie looked at each other wondering what could be coming next. They were already doing things that they would never have imagined in their wildest dreams a week ago. They answered to girl's names now. They were wearing skirts and panties in a girl's school, forced to wear hair ribbons, and actually making curtsies to the teachers. What would their friends back in Connecticut say if they could see them now? They would be laughed out of town, but here, they were applauded when they appeared before the entire student body dressed like sissies. "And you Julie", Ms. Chandler said, "I was disappointed that your mother had to scold you yesterday morning, but I was also delighted that you responded to correction the way a Briarciff girl should. So we will not have to discipline you in the same manner as the twins. During this entire time Jamie sat with his legs together, his skirt properly pulled down, and his hands folded prettily on his lap. He was so relieved that the head mistress did not have anything negative to say about him but home worried a little about what was going to happen to the twins. Ms. Chandler said, "I want you twins to remain after Julie and Jamie go to class as you will not be starting classes today. But I will deal with you when Jamie and Julie leave. Now girls, one of the reasons that I have called you into my office is because I want you to be thinking about the traditional Fall Harvest Costume Party that we will be having at the end of the month. It is the first major social event in our Briarcliff calendar and one of the more popular festivals that we have. After a month of classes it gives the girls a chance to relax and just have a good time. Costumes are required, and as we have a wonderfully equipped dramatic arts department at the school, there is an abundance of costumes from which to choose. Some of the more creative girls even make their own, but that is not necessary as we have hundreds of costumes from almost every Broadway musical that has been produced, as well as period costumes that have been given to the school by different alumnae who have been involved in show business. I will expect you girls to choose appropriate feminine costumes so that your dear mothers will not hear that you attended a Briarcliff function in anything but the pretty girl's clothes that they expect you to wear. So surprise me girls, and choose outfits that will make me proud of my "special" little girls. "Do you understand"? The four little ladies replied, "Yes, head mistress". Then, Julie and Jamie, you may leave and go to class. "Thank you head mistress", said the girls as they curtsied and left hand in hand to go to their first afternoon class. As the door closed Roberta and Steffie eased closer to one other on the couch wondering what their punishment for misbehavior was going to be. They really didn't think that they had been that bad, but apparently Ms. Chandler wanted to make an example of them for any other boys that might later be enrolled in the school. She sat down again, looked the boys in the eye and said, "I have some special outfits for youngsters like you who think that they can come here and continue to be discourteous little boys. Take off your uniforms right now, girls"! Roberta and Steffie were so embarrassed, but were frightened enough to immediately comply. They unbuttoned their blouses and then after removing their skirts and lacy slips they were standing in front of the headmistress in just their bras and panties. Ms. Chandler smiled at them saying, My, but you are cute little twin girls. What a shame your mother ever permitted you to wear anything but dresses. If you were my sons you would have been raised as little girls". She said, "Sit down girls and wait here until I return." Then she left the room as Roberta and Steffie, the former star players of their New Haven, Connecticut grade school baseball team, huddled together in their sissy nylon bras and lace trimmed panties. "What should we do, Robert?", asked Stephen. "Mom left us at this girl's school and they are trying to change us into girls". "Maybe we can run away", replied Robert, "but we don't have any clothes except dresses". "I know", sighed Stephen. It's like we don't really have a choice". No sooner were the words out of his mouth when in walked Ms. Chandler with two large clothing bags, saying, "That's right girls, there are no choices for the two of you. Your dear mother empowered me to properly modify your unruly behavior and I, together with my staff am going to do just that". As the girls looked on in amazement Ms. Chandler unzipped the bags and brought out the cutest little girl dresses that were ever created. Robert and Stephen took two steps backward as the headmistress approached them with the dresses and held them up to each boy. She said, "Aren't they the most adorable dresses that you have ever seen, girls"? Well, the twins weren't used to offering an opinion on any kind of girl's clothes let alone lace party dresses and they stood frozen to the floor, their little mouths sealed. Ms. Chandler exclaimed, "I love it when twins are dressed in identical outfits by their mothers, and you girls are going to be dressed in these sister dresses as if you were four year old little girls. Isn't that exciting, darlings? This will be your punishment girls, for not being thankful to your dear mother for enrolling you in our school. You will not wear your school uniforms to class like the other girls but you will wear these frilly dresses to class and all around the campus so that all the girls will know that you acted like babies when you first came here instead of the big girls you were supposed to be. If you are good little girls, then and only then, will I allow you to dress like school girls once again". If the twins entertained any hope in their ten year old minds of at least dressing according to their age, if not their sex, that hope was shattered in Ms. Chandler's office as they realized that they were about to be dressed as four year old girls. And the entire student body of two hundred girls would soon see and regard them as their very own little sisters. As Headmistress Chandler had a very busy schedule, she enlisted the help of two senior girls to serve as "big sisters" for Roberta and Steffie for the rest of the day. The girls were called from their classes and told that they were to take the twins around campus and show them off to all the students and faculty. Perhaps this would help them to learn that boyish behavior is a serious offense at Briarcliff. Of course it would also allow the twins to experience the sweet innocence of being very young girls, a joy that they missed when they were unfortunately raised as boys. As I read Jamie's little diary about the Stapleton twins, I thought, "Oh Cynthia Stapleton should see what was happening to her boys. She would be so thrilled and she would probably regret that she didn't put them in dresses herself when they were four years old". Well the senior girls, Debbie and Carla, entered Ms. Chandler's office, curtsied as all the girls are expected to do, and asked how they might be of service. They glanced at Roberta and Steffie, sitting on the couch in little white quilted robes that Ms. Chandler had given them to wear over their bra and panties. Ms. Chandler said, "Debbie and Carla, I want you to meet our new four year olds who will be living at our school. They are Roberta and Steffie. "Debbie and Carla, recognizing the twins as the boys who had been introduced to the student body at lunch, suppressed a giggle and wondered what Ms. Chandler wanted them to do with the boys. It quickly became very clear as the headmistress explained. "Girls, I want the two of you to be big sisters to the twins this afternoon. You are to dress them in the little girl clothes that I have chosen for them and then you are to give them the chance to meet as many students as possible. You will make sure that they behave as little girls and you are to report any unladylike conduct to me immediately. You see, the twins will not be allowed to disgrace the Briarcliff uniform by any boyish behavior. When they have learned to be proper young ladies, they will be allowed to take off their childish dresses and wear the uniform skirt and blouse like the big girls once again. Is that clear, girls?" "Yes, headmistress", replied the senior girls. Ms. Chandler then went over and kissed the twins on the forehead and said, "Roberta and Steffie, I am counting on you to be good little girls. Do not disappoint me sweeties". And she walked out the door. Immediately Carla said, "Well, little sisters, it is time to get you all prettied up". Reaching into one of the compartments of the clothing bag she pulled out a very dainty silky petticoat, held it up admiringly and beckoned to Steffie. "Come here honey", she said. Stephen, not knowing what else to do, walked over to her and she slipped his robe off of him, saying, "Put out your arms dear". As Stephen did so, he felt her lower the petticoat over his head. It fit just perfectly and fell to his mid thighs. "Ohhhh Debbie", Carla said, "Look how short the skirt is". " Of course", said Debbie, "their dresses are little girl's dresses and they require short slips". "Debbie, could you hand me his dress please". Debbie brought the dress over and Carla put Stephen's dress on him tying the pretty blue satin sash in the back, as Stephen suddenly felt all boyishness draining from him. Meanwhile, Roberta sat with his hands folded in front of him in his little robe, knowing that he was next. Debbie looked at Robert and said, "Look at how pretty your sister is honey. Steffie, make a curtsy to your sister, dear". Stephen, now Stephanie made a cute little curtsy and Debbie bent down and gave him the sweetest kiss, saying, "I think I am going to like having you as my baby sister this afternoon". Carla said, "Well, Roberta, you are next". Robert stood up, and finally giving up on being a boy, let Debbie and Carla dress him in a similar fashion as his brother. Soon both boys were attired in sissy white dresses with blue sashes and full petticoats and panties. Each was also required to wear a white satin training bra, which the big girls put on them. Carla took the lace socks and white Mary Jane shoes with the darling bows out of the clothing bag and put them on the boys. Then Debbie tied the cutest white hair ribbons in the hair of each boy. Clearly the girls were enjoying making sissy girls out of the twins and they looked forward to escorting them around campus as little girls. "Oh wait", said Carla. "We have to do their nails or Ms. Chandler will be very upset. I almost forgot that all boys at Briarcliff have to wear nail polish all the time". Each girl took nail polish out of her purse and sitting Robert and Stephen down on the couch, they began to apply polish to the little boy's nails. Robert got a pretty shade of pink and Stephen's nails would be red like his new big sisters. When their nails dried, Debbie whispered to Carla, "Should we put a little lipstick on them too?" Carla smiled and said, Well, they are supposed to be just four, but maybe just a touch won't hurt." So as Robert and Stephen sat silently, looking so pretty and girlish in their white dresses, Debbie and Carla gently applied lipstick to their lips. Their transformation into pretty four year old girls was complete and they were ready to tour the campus with their big sisters. In spite of what people may say, a little boy is deeply affected by wearing dresses and skirts. I know that my son Jamie experienced a change in his way of thinking as he adjusted to the feminine role that was chosen for him. It was maybe selfish of me to make him a girl, but I wanted a child that I could dress up prettily and be a companion to me. Jamie grew to love being a girl and he is such a happy child. As for the twins, they were starting to experience the joys of girlhood on just their first day at Briarcliff. They had already worn school girl uniforms their first morning and now they were being propelled back in time to experience what it was like to be a pre school age girl, an experience they had missed as little children. Walking around the campus' tree shaded walks on a beautiful Fall afternoon, holding hands with the older girls, was a very impressionable experience for the boys. They felt so light headed and free as their little skirts swayed from side to side in the afternoon breeze. They loved the silky feel of their petticoats against their knees and the way their dresses flared out as they walked. It was so natural for them to take smaller steps and to walk just like girls. It seemed that all the girls that they passed were friendly and kind. It was a setting free from the challenging and more aggressive world of boys. Girls prefer to relate to one another rather than challenge one another for supremacy. So while Stephen and Robert were only ten years old, they did not feel overly uncomfortable their first day in dresses. Oh it was definitely different, and there would be times of rebellion, and even anger but those feelings would eventually go away as their new femininity took root deep in their young minds. Already their behavior was improving and by the end of the school year, Cynthia Stapleton will be overjoyed to welcome her children back into their home not as rude, sassy boys, but an children who have been remarkably changed into very sweet and delicate young ladies. The four girls left Ms. Chandler's office and began their tour of the campus. For the second time that day the twins heard the change of period bell. The first time they had been swinging on trees and throwing a ball around, fully expecting to be enrolled in a school where they would be popular young ball players. Seeing the prettily uniformed girls spilling out all over the campus had greatly unnerved them. But now, they were dressed as girls themselves, with bare legs showing under pretty dresses and hair ribbons firmly fixed in their hair. Their nails were painted and their socks had lace on them. When they ran their tongue over their lips they tasted lipstick and they felt strangely different on the inside. Like girls! All the older girls knew that disobedient first year boys at the school were dressed as children to help them adjust to being girls, so they were very kind to the twins. They said things like, "Hi pretty girls", "I love your dress, Steffie", and "We're so glad to have you at Briarcliff, honey". Debbie and Carla made sure that the boys said thank you and curtsied sweetly when they were complimented by the older girls. It seemed like with each additional remark Robert and Stephen were losing their boyish identity more and more and entering deeply into the world of women and girls that their mother desired for them. The boys ate supper with the students, still dressed in their childish dresses but with little sweaters embroidered with pink flowers, thrown over their shoulders to help them keep warm and cozy in the Fall Wisconsin evening. After supper most of the girls were going to watch "The Little Princess", the movie being shown in the school theater. But Ms. Chandler had asked Debbie and Carla to take the boys shopping for night gowns for their mother had neglected to purchase sleepwear for her sons. So it was off to the mall for the twins. At the mall, they went directly to the girl's section of a large department store and received some interesting looks from shoppers and salesgirls who wondered why such big girls like the twins were dressed in babyish dresses. It wasn't that they didn't look like girls, for they most certainly did. It was that they were not dressed according to their age. Debbie and Carla spotted the section where they sold nightgowns and pajamas and approached the young salesgirl on duty. Carla in a spirit of mischieviousness said, "Can you help me find some pretty nighties for my little brothers"? On hearing that, Stephen and Robert were so embarrassed that they blushed and let out a little shriek. Debbie herself was shocked that Carla would tell the salesgirls that the children were boys and said, "Debbie, what are you saying?" Carla, suddenly feeling defensive said, "Well, they are boys and besides Ms. Chandler will never know that we told anyone". The salesgirl, listening to all that was being said, looked at Robert and Stephen and said, Oh my, what darling boys. I'll be happy to find you pretty gowns to wear". She apparently though the whole think was funny and she was going to play along with the game thinking that maybe the boys were being punished for some reason. Of course, that was exactly what was happening. What she didn't know was that this was not a short term disciplinary action. These boys for all practical purposes would become girls from the seventh grade until they graduated from high school six years later. The salesgirl held up one pretty nightie after another and Debbie and Carla chose four night gowns apiece for the boys. All were silk or nylon, trimmed with ribbons and bows, edged with lace and ruffles and were nighties designed for the most feminine little girls. The salesgirl said, "Oh boys, you are just going to love sleeping in these". As they walked to the cashier desk, the salesgirl said, "Bye, bye little sweeties. Be good girls for your big sisters". Stephen and Robert just smiled as the words of the salesgirl registered in their little minds that were rapidly being totally feminized. That night Robert and Stephen said goodnight to Debbie and Carla, thanking them for a wonderful day. The boys walked in their little dresses to their own dorms carrying shopping bags with their newly purchased night gowns. Robert knocked on the door and was greeted by his roommate Nancy who was already in a blue satin floor length night gown. She welcomed him and commented on what a cute little girl he made. Her hair was in rollers as she had beautiful curls during the day, and she asked Robert if he would help brush her hair out in the morning before classes. Robert agreed to help his roommate and excused himself while he took off his dress and got into his own nightie. Soon he was in bed and fast asleep, dreaming wonderful dreams. Stephen went to his dorm where he was rooming with Teresa whom he had already met. Teresa was a straight "A" student and was still studying at her desk in her school uniform. She greeted Robert in a friendly manner saying, "Hi little sis!", and she and urged him to get ready for bed. She said she would be coming to bed soon herself. Each of the students had twin beds and as the rooms were very large, they had lots of room to move around. Robert chose his pink baby doll nylon nightie and climbed in between his pink satin sheets. Wearing a silky gown and panties in a bed with satin sheets and pillow cases caused him to slide all around under the covers. He felt so much like a girl in his new setting, and soon drifted off to sleep wondering what his first day of classes as a little girl would be like. I thought that you would be interested in hearing Jamie's thoughts on the experiences of the Stapleton twins. But let me tell you that Jamie also was doing quite well during his first week at school. Oh, he missed his mother and especially felt bad that I would not be there to brush out his almost waist length hair every evening. But fortunately he was assigned to a room where his roommate also had an abundance of beautiful hair. So Jamie and Stacy were perfect for each other and would virtually become one another's hairdressers. Stacy was a blonde also although her hair was more of an ash blonde while Jamie was definitely a golden blonde. So the second night that the two were in the dorm saw the girls fussing over one another's hair in the most loving fashion. Stacy said, "Let me do yours first, Jamie". She took her brush and brushed my son's hair for what must have been fifteen minutes. It looked so long and pretty when Stacy finished with it. Jamie's hair always had such a beautiful shine to it and brushing brings out the beautiful highlights. I thought about how poor boys miss out on such girlish fun with their unattractive short hair and crew cuts. Then Jamie did Stacy's hair and the two children, sitting there in their pretty night gowns doing each other's hair, were the epitome of American girlhood. I don't think that Jamie has a boyish thought left in his little mind and any mother would be proud to have my child as her daughter. I look forward to what Ms. Chandler's school is going to do for my child's development as a young lady and I trust that his education as a female and his constantly being in the presence of women and girls will enable him to grow up to take his proper place in society as a lovely young woman. I will certainly keep you informed as my my Jamie girl continues to let me know through his diary, all about his school and social activities at the Briarcliff School for Girls. Chapter #7 "The Harvest Festival" Excitement was in the air at the Briarcliff School for Girls! It was Fall Harvest Festival time and this tradition was always one of the highlights of the school year. Girls being girls, they love to dress up and the harvest festival party would give them an opportunity to shed their schoolgirl uniforms and dress up in the most exotic, fashionable clothes available. The party started Friday morning as the girls put together their outfits, dressed and made up, practiced their skits and songs, and thought about how they might outdo one another at the evening gathering in the gymnasium. Jamie wrote about it all in his diary and I am privileged to share it with you now. Jamie was as excited as any of the girls. His love for girl's clothes goes back to my putting him in the dresses when he was just a small child. Not knowing what effect brain patterns and natural boyish hormones would have on him, I went out of my way to make sure that he was feminized in the most thorough manner possible. As his mother, I decided that I wanted a little girl and I treated my child as if he were a naturally born female. Jamie wore nothing but silk and lace as a child and it was only with great reluctance that I even let him wear shorts, let alone pants. It was so satisfying for me to see that he loved his frilly dresses and that as he grew older his preference in clothing was no different from the sissiest of girls. Two weeks before the festival, Stacy and Jamie were in their night gowns, brushing each other's blond hair when the topic of costumes for the party came up. "Stacy, what are you going to wear" asked Jamie. Stacy, a very lovely girl who loved pretty clothes as much as my son replied, "I'm thinking of going as Alice. I love the Alice in Wonderland story and I have a pretty blue dress that I can wear with a white pinafore. It should be lots of fun because my friend Barbara is going as the Queen of Hearts". She laughed saying, "So there are going to be at least two of us from Wonderland at the party". "That's so cute, Stacy. You'll be the prettiest girl there", replied Jamie. "Oh sure" said Stacy, "Maybe I would be if I wasn't rooming with the best looking girl in the school". Jamie blushed saying, "You are so sweet, roommate", and the two girls embraced. "But what are you going to wear, Jamie"? Jamie smiled prettily and said, "I'm going as Miss Scarlet O'Hara, from "Gone with the Wind"! "Wow"!!!!, exclaimed Stacy. "Scarlet O' Hara!!!! But where will you ever get your dress"? "I already checked with the dramatic arts department, Stacy, and they recently purchased several dresses fashioned after the Civil War era clothes for a production the senior class is going to do next year. My English teacher Miss White who helps with the plays told me I could wear one of them". "Oh Jamie, we are going to have such fun", laughed Stacy, as she brushed Jamie's long hair. "I can hardly wait" The morning of the festival arrived and there was great activity in all of the dorms. The girls were running to and fro, buttoning up each other's dresses, applying makeup, making last minute alterations on costumes, and laughing and giggling as they saw one another for the first time in their chosen outfits and accessories. As Briarcliff was an exclusive girls school, one did not see cheaply put together costumes with little or no effort put into them. Rather as one walked about the dorms one saw an elaborately coifed thirteen year old Marie Antoinette, a very well made up Cinderella, glass slippers and all, and a cute little ten year old Peter Pan who looked like she was light enough to fly through the air with Wendy and the children. Princess Leia from "Star Wars" was there as was Wonder Woman with her bullet deflecting wrist bracelets. One girl was dressed as Margaret Thatcher in a very elegant burgundy jacket and skirt, looking like she just walked out of Number 10 Downing Street. Many of the seventh grade girls used the party as an excuse to wear high heels for the first time in their young lives. One particularly beautiful girl, wearing a long white satin gown cut to her proportions, who, when asked who she was, replied, I'm Claudia Schiffer, the fashion model! No one laughed because along with Jamie, she was one of the prettiest girls in the school and could very well be one of Eileen Ford's top models in ten years. Right in the thick of all the activity was my son Jamie who was being helped into his billowing petticoats and skirts by Stacy. Stacy was already attired in her little blue Alice dress and looked adorable. Now she was working on Jamie to help him to be the Civil War era belle that he had chosen to imitate. Buttoning up his long dress from behind, Stacy said, "Jamie, this dress is absolutely ravishing. You are going to win first prize for the most beautiful costume". Jamie spun around when Stacy was finished and felt so lovely attired in his long dress and petticoats. Holding the side of his dress he turned and turned in front of the mirror wondering what it would have been like to dress like this every day as the lovely Southern girls in the mid eighteen hundreds used to do. "This is such fun", he thought, and he swished back and forth around the room feeling the silky smoothness of his petticoats brushing against his legs. "Come here and let me do your make up, Jamie", said Stacy, awakening Jamie out of his dream world. I don't know what kind of cosmetics the girls used back then but you are going to have the best that is available today". Jamie gathered together his long skirts, sat at the vanity table and Stacy applied his make up and lipstick. Jamie was exceptionally pretty even without make up, but with it, he was as beautiful as any Southern beauty that walked the flower-filled gardens of the antebellum plantation mansions, carrying dainty parasols and sipping pink lemonade. There was no afternoon meal served in the dining hall as the girls were too busy preparing for the evening's activities. Rather, lunch was delivered to the dorms by the catering service that was hired each year. The girls could hardly pull themselves away from their hair curling and dress modeling but Ms. Chandler poked her head into the various dorms to make sure her girls were taking time for lunch. She did not want anyone passing out from weakness during the dance or awards presentations later that evening. Ms. Chandler was also visiting the dorms to make sure that her special charges, namely the new boys in attendance at Briarcliff were doing well as they prepared for their first major social event at the school. The Harvest Festival was designed to be an enjoyable celebration but it also showcased the school for a select number of invited families who had shown an interest in sending their children here in the future. Consequently the headmistress did not want any of the boys inadvertently discrediting the school by being inappropriately dressed for the occasion. If any of the children were going to be prettily dressed, it most certainly was going to be the seventh grade boys. Upon entering Jamie's room, Headmistress Chandler was not disappointed. Jamie smiled and taking the skirts of his long green and white gown in his hands, made a lovely curtsy to the headmistress. Ms. Chandler clasped her hands together in pure delight as she saw this most lovely boy child carry out this most feminine of gestures better than any girl she had known. She thought, "This child must never be allowed to be a boy again'. He is far too sweet a child to be subjected to the uncouth ways of men and boys". "Good Afternoon, Scarlet"!, said Ms. Chandler. "My, we are looking so lovely today". Then looking at Stacy she said, "And whom do we have here? Why I do believe you are the pretty girl who chased the rabbit down the hole"! The two girls laughed and Ms. Chandler swept both of them into her arms saying, "Such wonderful costumes, girls. I am so proud of you. I will look forward to seeing you this evening". As she left, Jamie and Stacy giggled like the school girls they were, proud that they had been commended by the headmistress herself. Karen Chandler really did not expect to encounter problems with Jamie. Knowing his background of being raised as a girl gave her the assurance that he would not only be properly costumed but that he would also conduct himself in the manner of a well trained Briarcliff girl. But Julie Peterson was another story. The headmistress has a memory like an elephant and something deep within her makes her very angry when boys resist a woman's commands, especially when that woman is their very own mother. Karen is a very beautiful woman, ultra feminine in her dress and comportment but also a self confident leader who believes that the world would be a better place if influenced and governed by women rather than men. As a keen student of history she concluded that it was the male ego and lack of sensitivity that contributed to wars and violence, much of which could have been avoided if left in the hands of the genetically superior sex. While she does not classify herself as a feminist per se, she has definite feelings about female superiority and is determined that her girls enter the work place more fully qualified to compete than any male. So when a mere boy like Julie has the audacity to make a scene on campus on his first day of school, telling his mother, I'm not coming here", Karen was horrified. She thought, "This child should be ecstatic that he is going to be a girl. He should be hugging and thanking his mother instead of rebelling". So she made a mental note of his behavior. "Julie", she thought, "is going to be my special project". He is going to be a lady if I have to dress and train him myself". But in spite of her good intentions, the demands of the first month of school kept her from supervising Julie the way she intended, so now, on the day of this important social event in the school calendar, she knocked on Julie's door with the hope that she would find a very demure, subdued little girl rather than the defiant boy that she had initially confronted. Julie's roommate Melanie opened the door and upon seeing the headmistress, curtsied, and said, "Good Afternoon, Headmistress Chandler". Ms. Chandler said, "Good afternoon Melanie! Oh you do look beautiful, honey!". Melanie was dressed as Cleopatra, having made use of one of the many movie costumes that were available at the school. "Where's Julie, honey", asked the headmistress. "I don't know Ms. Chandler, said Melanie. She took off after breakfast and I haven't seen her since. She has been acting funny lately and I have been worried about her". "What do you mean "funny", dear"?. "Well", replied Melanie, she has said lots of times this week that she wasn't a girl and that no one could make her be a girl and that she was going to run away. I told her that she was so a girl and that you would be angry if she kept saying that". Ms. Chandler quickly made her way to the telephone in the dormitory corridor and called Victoria, Kathleen and Paige, who always assisted her when the school needed to deal with rebellious boys. She instructed them to meet her in her office immediately where they would take care of this little matter before it could disrupt the jovial atmosphere of the Harvest Festival. The Briarcliff School for Girls was situated on a four hundred and fifty acre campus with an abundance of hiking trails and a scenic lake that made Briarciff one of the most attractive prep school campuses in the country. Using their feminine intuition and the experience that they had had in the past dealing with boys resisting their feminization at Briarcliff, Ms.Chandler and her assistants drove the school station wagon directly to the beach house on the edge of the lake. As they emerged from the vehicle they saw the ten year old run from the house toward the trail. Kathleen who had taken Robert Stapleton under her wing on his first day of school and who was a superb athlete, quickly ran down the child, and scooped him up in her arms. A quick slap on the fanny stopped Julie's kicking immediately as she carried the boy back to the headmistress and the other girls. As Kathleen held him, Ms. Chandler let her displeasure be known. She said, "Julie, you have been a bad girl! Look at you! Where did you get those jeans? I am so disappointed in you. You apologized to me the first day after being rude to your mother and now just one month later you run away and I find you wearing boy's clothes. Honey, this will never do. Paige, will you please hand me the dress in the back of the car? "But Ms. Chandler", Julie began. "Be silent Julie. This is not a time to be talking". You will be disciplined for this very unladylike behavior. Now take off those ridiculous boy's clothes and put your dress on. Please help him girls". As they drove back to the dorm area Ms. Chandler said, "Julie, you are not to leave my side for the rest of the day. In fact you are going to be the headmistresse's little helper through our harvest festival celebration. Looking at the girls she said, "I just got a wonderful idea. I was going to go dressed as Steffie G. the tennis star this evening, but since I am going to have Julie here constantly at my side, I have decided that I am going to be none other than Carol Ann Brady. And looking at Julie, now out of his unsightly jeans and back in a pretty dress, she said, "And you honey, my little rebel boy, are going to be my precious little girl, Cindy! We will attend the festival in mother and daughter dresses and you will be Cindy Brady! Julie again started to say something but Ms. Chandler put her hand up to Julie's lips saying, "Hush, my child, and start thinking of the different episodes that you have seen. You lucky little girl! You are going to be a member of the Brady Bunch tonight, the one about whom the song goes, "the youngest one in curls". Maybe everything does work out for the best girls. If Julie didn't run away I would never have thought of this and I have always wanted to have a little daughter that I could dress up like me, and now I do. Julie Peterson, you are going to be my new little daughter for the rest of the day. We must go and buy our mother and daughter dresses while the stores are still open". "But Ms. Chandler", Julie sighed, "I don't want............" Karen Chandler said, "Not another word, darling. Be happy that you were not punished more severely for leaving your dorm. Beside when I am through dressing you, you will be the prettiest and happiest little girl at school, for not everyone gets to be the headmistresse's little helper. The headmistress thanked Victoria, Kathleen and Paige for helping her apprehend Julie and dropped them off in the dormitory area. Then alone with Julie, she drove directly to Ann's Boutique, a favorite women's and girls dress shop in town. Karen was excited about making Julie her daughter. She was in her early forties but had never been married, choosing instead to devote herself to making Briarcliff the best girl's prep school in the country. Perhaps if the right person came along she would consider it, but men were intimidated by both her beauty and her intelligence. She was well suited for the academic world but she dearly missed having children of her own. Consequently, the thought of taking a pretty young boy, and changing him into her daughter, if only for a day, appealed both to her maternal and dominant instincts. This would be an opportunity not only to properly feminize Julie, but to also show her love for him, thereby making it easier for him to be the girl that he was destined to be by his mother. If Julie responded favorably it would make it so much easier, but if he didn't, he was going to have to be a girl anyway. Like it or not, Julie would be in pretty girl's clothes. Karen fell in love with a set of light blue mother and daughter dresses that Carol Ann and Cindy most certainly would have worn during the early days of the television show. The dresses were full skirted and had cute belts around the waist. The hems were three or four inches above the knees and the dresses were designed to be worn with full slips. Karen took Julie into the girl's dressing room and put the dress on him. It fit perfectly as did hers when she tried it on. "Oh, this was such fun", thought Karen. Looking at her watch and noticing that it was already 3:00 P.M., Karen picked out slips and panties for her and Julie and they proceeded to dress for the festival right at the store. Emerging from the dressing room, she looked at Julie and said, "Look at you dear. You are absolutely beautiful. See how you are wearing a dress just like mine"? Julie was alarmed. He had been thinking of running away from school all week and now, here he was in a dress shop, wearing a sissy dress and with the headmistress of the entire school making believe that they were mother and daughter. If only he had been a good boy back home, maybe his mother wouldn't have sent him here. But he had seen pictures of himself in the family album wearing dresses when he was four years old. Maybe his mother would have done this anyway. Julie felt confused, but one thing was clear. He had better go along with the headmistress as he could see that she would not permit him to act like a boy at all. Julie was very right about that. Karen was really getting in to this and she treated Julie just like a daughter. Ordering him to take smaller steps, buying him a little purse to carry, spraying perfume on his wrist and behind his ears, touching up his lips with her very own lipstick and constantly calling him honey and sugar, let the boy know that he was a daughter now, not a male child at all. Dressed in identical outfits, they were ready to return to the campus when Karen said, "Oh, just one more thing, Julie"! Karen took her new daughter's hand and led him to an area of the shop where they had very expensive jewelry, including earrings. Julie, sensing what Ms. Chandler had in mind tried to jerk away but she physically restrained him and sat him down in the chair. Summoning a salesgirl that she knew, she said, "Colleen, this little boy needs to have both ears pierced. Will you do it honey?". Oh the shame of it all. She told the salesgirl that he was a boy. He didn't know why she did that but it apparently didn't make any difference to Colleen for she came over and quickly pierced his ears. It stung just for a moment and then Julie felt her placing little earrings in the newly drilled holes. As she did, this sweet little lad, his boyish spirit broken, folded his hands on top of his skirt and accepted that Ms. Chandler has won the battle for his sexual identity. He was in a dress and panties, wore earrings and accepted the fact that he was the new daughter of the headmistress of the Briarcliff School for girls. But his boyish nature would make one final attempt to gain control that evening, before being extinguished forever. At six o'clock P.M. the girls and faculty of Briarcliff marched into the dining hall in the most colorful and elaborate display of costumes that anyone had ever seen. Even the kitchen help and the janitorial staff stopped what they were doing to come and see the girls parade into the area. Leading the parade of brightly costumed women and girls was none other than Carol Ann and Cindy Brady. As Julie's hair was still not long enough to braid, Ms. Chandler had placed an expensive child's blond wig on his head, with two delightful braids tied with blue silk ribbons to match his dress. Right behind Carol Ann and Cindy, were two girls dressed like Marcia and Jan, thus completing the female Brady Bunch cast members except for Alice, whom no one wanted to be. Of course everyone made a fuss over cute little Cindy, who just happened to be a boy. Then it happened! Julie tried thinking, I'm a boy! I'm a boy! But it just wasn't working. As everyone continued to tell him how cute he was, he felt a wave of girlishness flowing over him. The senior girl dressed as Marcia Brady came over, picked him up and kissed him, making him blush, and causing him to feel more like a girl. He looked down at himself and thought, I'm really wearing a girl's dress like Ms. Chandler's. I'm wearing mary Jane's. He reached up and touched his hair and felt the ribbon that Ms. Chandler had placed there. Even as he walked he was aware of the sensation of the white tights that the headmistress made him wear under his dress. Then Julie had one final moment of panic. He could either run for his life, or he could yield. With a precious tear in his eye, a tear as sweet as any little girl ever shed, Julie made his decision. Walking over to the headmistress he embraced her around the waist, and said, "I'm your daughter now, Ms. Chandler. At last the battle was really over. Julie gave up on being a boy and could get on with his life as a young lady at Briarcliff. Every person has a defining moment in their life and for young Julie it came at the Harvest Festival. That it was a turning point in his life cannot be denied in that Julie helped Ms. Chandler the rest of the evening in every possible way. He was constantly at her side greeting students, faculty and visitors alike and went out of his way to acquire refreshments for the guests with whom she was talking. When she introduced him as her daughter Cindy in the spirit of the evening, he curtsied with a sweet smile on his face. Even the real girls at the school noticed the blossoming femininity of Julie and they were so happy for him. Now he would fit in so much better. Even Jamie saw what was happening, and dressed in his breath taking Scarlet O'Hara gown, came over and embraced Julie saying, "Oh Julie, I knew you were a girl on the inside right from the beginning". The two hugged and one could see the genuine delight in their eyes. As all the girls intermingled and the music supplied by an all girl musical group began to play, all eyes turned to the Staptleton twins as they entered the dining hall dressed as Shirley Temple and Goldilocks. Apparently the twins still had not outgrown the very childish outfits they were required to wear and Robert did look adorable with his hair in ringlet curls as if he had just disembarked from the Good Ship Lollypop. His little sailor dress was darling and the big sister assigned to him on his first day of school, who was dressed as Princess Diana, was holding his hand. His brother Stephen, attired as Goldilocks, was wearing a red dotted Swiss dress made for a little girl together with the sweetest bonnet. His big sister was with him, dressed as a drum majorette, complete with a high hat, short skirt, and twirling baton. After a wonderful meal, the girls began to file into the elaborately decorated gymnasium for the dance. A junior girl in a striking catsuit borrowed from the Broadway play, "Cats" danced with a Spanish senorita in a full skirt from Barcelona. My Jamie, attired in his Scarlet O'Hara dress, was spun around by his teacher Victoria White, who was dazzling in the top hat, spangled tights and cane of a Las Vegas Show girl. Ms. Chandler was out on the floor dancing with her daughter Julie, causing some of the girls to cry, knowing that Julie had finally accepted his femininity. Over all I am happy to say that the Briarcliff Harvest Festival was a marvelous success, gave the girls something to talk about for weeks and made me even more happier that I chose the Briarcliff School for Girls for my son. Chapter #8 "Home for the Holidays!" The Thanksgiving holidays were upon us and I was so very excited because my Jamie and his roommate Stacy, along with two of their girlfriends, were flying in today for the four day weekend. It was going to be a wonderful reunion because Eve Jones, mom's good friend from England whom we had visited three years ago, was going to be in town together with her grand daughter Andrea, who was first changed into a little girl during our stay at the Jones mansion in Southhampton. They would be arriving tomorrow. I was so interested in hearing how Andrea was getting along seeing that she and Jamie, as former boys, had so much in common. Andrea, now thirteen years old, was going to stay with us while his grandmother would stay with mom, so our big house was going to be put to good use. I drove to the Madison airport and stood nervously in the waiting area as their plane taxied up to the gate. After several travellers emerged from the plane, I heard girlish laughter and in the next few seconds I was surrounded by excited, giggling, pre teenage girls. Jamie, looking darling in a red jumper dress with a ruffled hem, threw his arms around me. "Hi Mom!, he said. I want you to meet my girlfriends!". This is my roommate Stacy, he exclaimed, pointing to a long haired girl in a red sweater and hunter green plaid skirt. And this is Julie and Teresa! "Oh, I recognize those names", I thought to myself. "Jamie had mentioned them in his letters to me". After our initial introductions, Jamie and Stacy, both eleven years old and holding hands like sisters, walked ahead of us toward the baggage claim area, while I walked a little behind with eleven year old Julie, and Teresa, who was twelve. I thought, "This is going to be an interesting weekend", for I knew that Julie, the pretty girl in the blue denim skirt with a ribbon in her hair, was a boy. And Teresa, while a real girl, attired in a black and white suspender skirt set, was the roommate of one of the now famous Stapleton twins. We picked up the girl's luggage and made our way to the parking garage as the girls chatted about school and the coming weekend. The ride to our lakeside home was a short one and the girls told me about their school activities, especially the Fall Harvest event that was still fresh in their minds three weeks later. "Mom, I wish girls still wore Civil War era dresses, Jamie beamed. "Did you like the full skirts hon, I replied. "Oh yes mom, I felt so pretty in them". It was apparent that my son had lost none of his enthusiasm for being a young lady at Briarcliff. I smiled and thought to myself, "I certainly sent him to the right school". It was also at the Harvest Festival that little mini skirted Julie in the back seat had finally given up being a boy and became the honorary adopted daughter of Karen Chandler, the headmistress of Briarcliff. Julie makes a wonderful girl and his mother is going to be so proud when she sees what a little lady he has become. Arriving at our home, our new houskeeper Elizabeth showed the girls where they would be staying. Jamie had kind of taken Julie under his wing after Julie's acceptance of his feminization so I thought that it would be sweet to have them share Jamie's room. Julie, who has only been a girl for a short time, never had a pretty room before, so sharing Jamie's totally girlish room would be a treat for him. His little eyes lit up as he entered and saw Jamie's canopy bed with the silk and lace ruffled bedspread. He noticed Jamie's collection of daintily dressed dolls on his shelves and the soft stuffed animals on his bed. He brushed aside Jamie's ruffled curtain with his hand and saw the lovely lake, thinking what a wonderful place this must have been for Jamie to grow up as a little girl. Julie was truly changed after being forced to wear mother and daughter dresses with Karen Chandler the night of the Festival. As he followed her around as a little girl that night, he was being transformed in an almost magical, wonderful way into a girl child. He tried to resist but the dress, the panties, the hair ribbon and the comments of Karen's friends, immersed him in a deep sea of femininity from which he was unable to surface. Karen Chandler had seen this happen before and felt that she had successfully led another boy child into the delightful world of girls. Stacy and Teresa who were real girls, would sleep in a large adjoining bedroom and when Andrea arrived tomorrow, he would share a room with them. Elizabeth served a delicious meal consisting of pork roast with apple sauce, mint and side dishes of candied yams and fresh peas. I had to remind her that tomorrow was our big meal, not tonight, and that I couldn't have the girls going back to school a dress size larger. After supper, as it was starting to get late, I said, "Girls, why don't you run upstairs and slip into your nightgowns so we can watch the movie that I rented for us, before bedtime"? Jamie and the girls excused themselves and started to run upstairs to change out of their dresses. "Girls, I shouted, we do not run. Remember we are young ladies". Jamie stopped in his tracks, saying "Sorry mom", and started to walk up the stairs like a proper girl. I really don't mean to be hard on him but I still have a subconscious fear that the boy in him will surface. I do not want that to happen and I encourage girlish behavior whenever I am able. Soon the girls had their dresses hanging neatly in their closets and came downstairs dressed like little princesses in their prettiest little girl gowns. Jamie let Julie borrow one of his nighties and Julie looked just darling in a knee length pink nylon gown with matching panties. It was a perfect outfit for a boy, I thought. Why shouldn't boys be allowed to wear pretty clothes? After seeing how darling the children looked, I couldn't help thinking that even if I had a family of five boys, they would all be in pretty dresses and frilly nightgowns. Girls are so much nicer and more fun to have around. Julie looked so happy in his nightie and I could see that he was glad to be a girl. Jamie chose a white satin gown with pretty pink ribbons running through the lace edged puffy sleeves and with dainty lace trimming around the hem. Stacy was lovely with her waist length hair flowing over her shoulders in a gown of blue silk, with delicate embroidery on the sheer bodice. Teresa was wearing pink nylon pajamas with a lacy collar and lace on the cuffs and pant bottoms. They were very pretty, although I never let Jamie wear pajamas while he was growing up, preferring to have my child in skirts, even when he was sleeping. Teresa was a real girl though, and no one would ever say that she was anything but girlish in pink satin. We all cuddled up on the oversized couch in front of our large screen television set. I was in my favorite floor length black gown with lace trim across the bodice and on the hem and I felt so happy to have a house full of young misses with whom to enjoy the holidays. I felt so sorry for my new neighbor friend Jan, who unfortunately has four boys. After the first child she kept praying for a girl, but was disappointed each time. As Jan cannot have anymore children, I think that she might be taking matters into her own hands. I haven't said anything to her yet about Jamie's actually being a boy, but I am dying to tell her as the last time I stopped by her house to borrow a cup of sugar, I couldn't help noticing that her four year old was wearing nail polish. Jan saw me looking at his hands and seemed to be embarrassed. She apologized saying, Oh, he's so silly. He insisted that I let him wear it this one time". Then she changed the subject. However I believe that Jan may very well be playing dress up with little Patrick when her husband is off to work and the older boys have left for school. Knowing her frustration at not having a little girl to dress up and fuss over, I would not be shocked if I went over there one day and saw Patrick in a dress and answering to the name, Patricia. I would not blame her at all as Patrick is a cute child, small for his age, and would make a wonderful daughter for his mother. I could give her so many helpful hints as my Jamie has lived as a girl for all eleven years of his life. Maybe I should give Jan some of Jamie's little dresses to encourage her to sissify Patrick. She really ought to do it while he is young and adaptable. We watched the old classic movie, "Raintree County", with Elizabeth Taylor and Eva Marie Saint. The girls, especially Jamie, loved the pretty dresses that the stars were wearing. I suggested that we do each other's nails as we watched and soon we were all fussing with nail polish. Being boys, and required to wear nail polish at all times at Briarcliff, Jamie and Julie already had pretty nails. But they wanted to experiment with new shades of red and pink so we applied remover and started from scratch. Julie, the newest girl in our midst walked over to me in his pink nightie and demurely asked me to do his. I said, "Oh I'd be glad to honey, and I began applying a lovely shade of red that was just right for him." Julie looked at his nails admiringly and showed them to the other girls. Soon we all had pretty nails and found that we were having so much fun that we were hardly paying attention to the movie. Looking at the little pearl earrings that Julie had in his ears made me think that tomorrow, I will let him borrow a pair of my dangling earrings. Two earrings are so cute on a boy and I think I can find a pair of dangling ones that will look darling with his Thanksgiving outfit. When the movie was over the girls all kissed me good night and went up to bed, thinking about how much fun it was to be pretty, wear colorful soft clothes and just be young girls who are loved by all. And Jamie, brushing his waist length hair before climbing under the covers of his white satin sheets thought, "I wonder what Andrea is going to look like"? My sweetie recalled the fateful day when a poorly kicked soccer ball resulted in Andrew Jones being put in petticoats for good. Soon the little ladies were in dreamland. Happy Thanksgiving! The words rang throughout the house as girlish energy was released bright and early on Thursday morning. After a light breakfast of blueberry pancakes and a variety of flavored spice teas, the girls took off their robes to get into their holiday dresses. Mrs. Jones was coming to drop Andrea off at noon and all the children wanted to look their prettiest to meet the "girl" from England. Julie still didn't have a lot of girl's clothes so I said to Jamie, "Honey, why don't you let Julie borrow your red velvet dress with the lace trim? He'd be so pretty in that". Jamie said, "Sure mom, he can wear it". Jamie searched his rather large walk in closet filled with stylish dresses that would be the envy of any girl, and handed Julie the dress his mother suggested. "Try it on Julie. We're the same size and it should fit perfectly". Julie took the dress, an absolutely beautiful long sleeved red velvet dress with pearl buttons in the front. Julie, who had already put on his white nylon training bra and panties under his white nylon lace slip, carefully put the dress over his head. It fell to just above his knees and looked darling. Clearly becoming more of a girl with each passing day, he twirled around, watching himself in the mirror. Jamie said, "Julie it will look even prettier if you wear white tights with it". "Ok", said Julie. Reaching into his lingerie drawer Jamie found a pair of new white tights that his mother had bought for him and handed them to Julie. Julie slipped them on under his dress and pulled them up, feeling delightfully girlish. His little black patent leather shoes with very thin straps completed his very stylish outfit. "Oh Julie", Jamie sighed, "you look so pretty". Julie, not knowing what to say, smiled and made a little curtsy. Then both former boys embraced in a girlish hug and giggled like the sweet sisters they had become. I had bought Jamie's Thanksgiving outfit through a catalogue and knew that he would just love it. It was a pullover style in forest green with a mock turtleneck collar and a Thanksgiving day motif. The short skirt was edged with little turkeys, pumpkins, pilgrims and colorfully dressed Indians. Jamie worn white tights and shiny mary jane shoes with it and I put a green bow in his hair to match his dress. My little girl looked good enough to eat. Stacy was in a floral printed tea length dress with a triple tiered collar and ruffled hem. She was wearing red shoes and was also in white tights. A red ribbon adorned Stacy's long blond hair. Teresa was dressed in a stonewashed pleated jumper with a white long sleeved top that was too cute for words. All my girls looked so lovely. At 12:00 noon, while the girls were setting the table and doing odd chores to help me get ready for our big meal, the door bell rang. Jamie yelled, "I'll get it mom", and walked hurriedly toward the door. I'm so glad that he has learned to walk nicely like a girl now and not run as if he were a silly boy. He opened the door and standing there before him was Mrs. Jones and the cutest dressed little girl that one could possibly imagine. It was Andrea, and to be totally honest, I have rarely seen a little girl dressed as prettily as she. Andrea was in a little girl's white lace dress with a full lining, short puffy sleeves, and a ruffled satin collar. The dress had a minature rose on the left side of the collar and it buttoned up the back. Andrea looked like a living doll, and was actually carrying a little doll that was attired in a dress identical to his own, down to the little rosette. I soon was at the door myself and warmly embraced Eve Jones and her totally transformed grandson, who would most certainly fit in, in our very feminine household. After a brief time of catching up, Eve excused herself as she was having dinner at mom's house. She kissed Andrea goodbye and left this thirteen year old child who was dressed more like a six year old with the rest of us. Andrea was sitting meekly on the couch and after Mrs. Jones left all the girls went over to him. They knew that he used to be a boy and understood the reason for his childish clothes. Boys like Andrea and Julie who were not lucky enough to be raised as girls from infancy should not be thrust into a feminine world without experiencing some of the joys of youth that are part of being female. Karen Chandler knew this better than anyone and that is why so many mothers desirous of transforming their sons into young ladies chose the Briarcliff School for girls.They knew that she had a reputation for bringing a child along at a pace that will assure his total feminization, and of course that was their desire for their sons. The headmistress learned in the early days of the school that frilly, lace and ruffled dresses that very little girls wear have a very feminizing affect on young boys. Putting a resisting boy in girl's jeans or shorts would not accomplish anything in the long run. But making him wear short ruffled dresses, dainty slips, and lace trimmed satin panties reach the very depths of his impressionable mind. Apparently Eve Jones knew this too, and consequently she was determined that Andrea learn to be a little girl for a few years before he is exposed to bras, tight skirts, sheer pantyhose and other big girl clothes that were to be a part of his future life. I thought of the Stapleton twins and reminded myself that I must ask Teresa how her rommate Roberta is getting along in his second month as a girl. Karen had both boys in baby dresses and I hoped that they were becoming the girls that everyone knew they should be. Teresa, who was Roberta Stapleton's roommate was fascinated by Andrea and said, "Andrea, tell us all about yourself". Andrea was a couple of years older than the other girls but they kind of took the lead in the conversation seeing that Andrea was dressed like a little girl. They started asking him all kinds of questions such as, "Is your mom ever going to let you wear big girl's dresses? Who does your hair, Andrea? Do you go to a girl's school like us? How many dolls do you have? Andrea seemed a little flustered and I said, "Girls, give her time to be here a while. We have all day to get acquainted and I'm sure Andrea will be happy to answer all of your questions". This apparently made Andrea feel better because he started to open up seeing that all the girls accepted him for who he is. He said, "Mom promised to let me wear more grown up styles if I am a good girl on this trip to the United States". The girls smiled and Teresa said, "That's neat, Andrea. My roommate at school still has to wear baby dresses. I don't think Ms. Chandler is going to let him or his brother wear our school uniform all semester". "Was he bad"?, asked Andrea. "No", said Teresa, "it's just that he is new at being a girl and the headmistress thinks this will help him like being a girl more. He is awfully cute and his brother is dressed just like him. All the girls treat the twins as their baby sisters." Andrea smiled and felt a little better to hear that he was not the only one who had to wear the frilly dresses of a little girl. When Jamie, who has a considerable doll collection, commented on Andrea's doll, Andrea said that his grandmother made him carry a doll with him where ever he went. "She told me that I need to learn how to play like a girl." Stacy, who was listening to every word, liked Andrea a lot, and as they were talking, took out a brush and started to brush his hair which was as long as a girls. It seemed that Andrea would fit right in with all of us as we prepared to celebrate the holiday with a large roast turkey and all the trimmings. Elizabeth served dinner and I was pleased to see that all the girls were extremely polite and acted like perfect ladies. Andrea shared about his life in England telling us how his former boyfriends learned that he was becoming a girl. At first he often fought against his grandmother's determination to make him a girl and even threw temper tantrums for which he was spanked. When the spanking didn't seem to change his ways, his grandmother devised new punishments for him, the most effective of which was to take him out as a boy wearing some particular article of girl's clothing in order to embarrass him. This first occurred less than a month after he was first put into dresses. He had been very surly the whole week and his grandmother told him to get dressed in his polo shirt and boys shorts, as they were going out together. Andrew was overjoyed thinking that maybe she has decided to let him be a boy afterall. He acted very sure of himself as they went out the door and even carefully checked out the soccer field as they drove by to see if he saw any of his friends. As it was Saturday, a few of the boys were out there practicing their moves. He would have to do a lot of explaining, but at least he would be in pants and with boys again. But as the Jone's chauffeur driven car turned the corner, Andrew saw them stopping in front of the Carousel Beauty Salon, his mom's beauty shop. "Get out, Andrea!", his grandmother said. Andrea told us how he was forced to go into the store and sit in the chair as the stylist threw a pink smock around him and styled his hair. When she was done, she tied a large yellow silk ribbon in his hair, according to his grandmother's instruction, and told him that now he looked pretty like a girl. After paying the stylist, grandmother and grandson walked out to the car and drove back to the soccer field. Andrew's little heart almost stopped when the chauffeur stopped the car and he heard his grandmother say again, "Get out, Andrea! And don't you dare touch your hair ribbon!" "No, Grandma, I can't!". Yes, you will you, honey! I am going to teach you a lesson that you will not soon forget". Taking him by the arm, she almost had to push and pull her grandson towards the boys, who by this time had stopped playing and were watching what was happening. The three boys looked shocked as they saw that it was Andrew with a yellow ribbon in his hair looking just like a sissy. They had heard rumors about Andrew not being a boy anymore but they could hardly believe it. Now they saw for themselves and heard Andrew's grandmother say to them, "Boys, Andrea will not be able to play soccer with you anymore for you see he is becoming a little girl. Look at his pretty hair ribbon and the way his hair is styled. And then, to the complete amazement of everyone, including Andrew, she reached into her linen shopping bag, took out a bright yellow wrap around skirt with dainty flowers on the pocket, and wrapped it around her grandson, right in front of the boys. "Stand still Andrea", she said, as she tied it in the back. The boys gasped and Andrew burst into tears, but Mrs. Jones had made her point. Taking Andrew by the hand she said, "Say goodbye to the boys, Andrea". Andrew half whispered a little goodbye and was led off in his skirt and hair ribbon, never to play with boys again. Well, my Jamie and his friends were held spellbound as Andrea told them the first of many stories that he would share with the younger girls. "Wow, Andrea", said Julie. "That's wild! What did your grandmother do to you when you got home"? Andrea said, "She told me that she was sorry that she had to embarrass me in front of my friends but that it didn't a matter because from now on all my friends would be girls. Grandma Jones forbid me to play with boys and never let me wear boy's clothes again. When my mother and father returned from Australia, they immediately liked me as their new daughter and told me that I would be home schooled so that I could wear dresses all the time. I pleaded with them, but mom said that I was too unmanagable as a boy and that being trained as a young lady would be good for me. Even dad thought it was going to be fun having a new daughter. They instructed our maids Amanda and Susan to treat me like a girl and warned them that they would be let go if they didn't help make me a girl. So Amanda and Susan went out of their way to make me a sissy, and both treated me like a little sister. Sometimes I helped them dust, iron clothes or go shopping, always wearing a dress. Mom invited lots of neighbor girls over and there were birthday parties, slumber parties, and tea parties all of which were designed to make me more of a girl". When Andrea was through talking, all the girls gave him a big hug and told him they were sorry that he had to go through so much, but they were glad that he was now one of them. Andrea said, I'm glad I'm a girl too, and that soon I will be able to wear more grown up dresses like all of you. As Elizabeth began to remove the dishes, we all retreated into the den to enjoy our dessert of strawberry ice cream and cookies, while talking about the exciting things that we had planned for the remainder of the holiday. I was feeling very happy surrounded by my pretty Jamie and his little friends. Later that night while all of the girls were sleeping my mind turned towards my neighbor Jan and I determined in my mind that I was going to help my friend have the little girl for whom she has always wished. I am so fortunate having a houseful of "little women" and I would like to show my thanks by helping Jan turn little Patrick into Patricia. But that is another story! Chapter #9 "Rainy Day Fun"! It was the day after Thanksgiving, and from our dining room breakfast table, the girls and I watched the driving rain fall into the waters of beautiful Lake Mendota. It was a chilly autumn day in lovely Wisconsin. We had had such a wonderful day yesterday as Andrea shared story after story of his life as a new girl in England. For ten years Andrea was Andrew, a normal boy with boyish interests in sports and games but in one fateful moment, Andrew's life was forever changed as his grandmother decided that he should be a girl. As I looked at him sipping tea, attired in a crinkle-textured pink gown and matching chenille ballerina slippers, I thought "What a lovely child he has become". His brown hair was long like Jamie's and he was every inch the young lady. I loved the two little pink bows that adorned both sides of his head. Our house guest Julie, and my child Jamie, used to be boys also, but on this Friday morning no one would have known it for they too were dressed as girls, in lace trimmed blue and ivory nylon nighties. Stacy and Teresa of course were born as girls, and as usual they were prettily attired, but they were not any lovelier than the three newest additions to the feminine gender. I was so happy for the boys as I knew that they would totally miss out on being thrown into the harsh, competitive world of males where they would forever have to prove themselves in the market place and on the playing fields. No, these children would be spared all that and would learn about fashion, make up, and hair styling, and all the other marvelous things that make girlhood so delightful. As I looked at each of the children I could tell that they were happy being girls and I determined that I would do all that I could to help them grow up to be lovely young ladies. But what does one do to entertain a thirteen year old, a twelve year old and three eleven year old girls on a rainy Friday morning? We are all excited about "The Great All-American Doll Show" to which I will be taking them tomorrow but I wanted today to be a fun time for the girls too. Well, I underestimated the creativity of little girls because no sooner had I started thinking about some activity when Jamie suggested, "Let's play dress-up!" I thought "Good girl, Jamie!". Not only will that be fun but it will give our newest girl Julie a chance to learn more about being a girl. The girls got all excited about that because Jamie had told them about the trunks of old clothes that we had in the attic and the many closets of dresses from which they could choose. I said that I would help out and told the girls that they could try on my clothes too as long as they didn't go into my one closet where I kept my most expensive outfits. I loved my girls but I didn't want them accidently ripping my expensive business suits or designer gowns. Jamie, bless his heart said, "Mom, can we help clear the table for you". Elizabeth, our housekeeper, was off this morning and Jamie was so thoughtful. The five girls quickly removed the dishes, stacked them in the dishwasher and after wiping the table, were off to dress up in whatever their little hearts fancied. We so often express our personalities in what we wear and I was especially interested in seeing what outfits the boys would choose. I took off my robe and nightgown and slipped into a red full skirted daytime dress before making my way upstairs to see what my darlings were doing. I thought, "How sad it is that many boys with girlish tendencies have to secretly borrow their sisters clothes when their sisters are not at home. They enjoy pretty dresses and panties so very much but they can only wear them when they are alone and there is always the fear that someone will discover them". I thought, "Mothers just have to be more understanding and recognize that they may have sons who desperately want to be their daughters rather than boys". Well, I was going to make certain that Andrea, Julie and my son would not have to sneak around in dresses. I want them to know that it is perfectly fine for a boy to dress and behave like a girl, and I am going to encourage them to be as girlish as they can be. I knocked on the door of the master bedroom and heard a little voice say "Come in". Upon entering, I was just delighted to see Julie wearing my wedding gown of silk, satin and silk organza. Under his bridal dress he was wearing an adorable white satin petticoat embroidered with dainty white roses and very lacy satin panties with delicate bows. Holding a little bouquet of artificial flowers that Jamie had found for him, he was darling, the picture of innocence and femininity. "Oh Julie", I said, tears filling my eyes. "You are lovely"! I realized that this child could have grown up as a boy and would have missed out on ever wearing a bridal dress. But here he was looking so wonderfully girlish and feminine. I couldn't resist hugging him and picking him up in my arms, saying, "Honey, you are truly a girl". And he was. Anyone who would deprive Julie of the opportunity to be a pretty Miss would be very cruel. This boy is far too lovely to be anything but a young maiden. Jamie was standing there in his ivory colored silk nightgown and panties, having spent all his time helping Julie get dressed. I said, "Honey, aren't you going to dress up too"? My sweet girl said, "Yes, mother, but I wanted to make sure that all the girls found an outfit first". That's my Jamie, always thinking about others, just like a girl. Taking Julie by the hand and noticing that his red nails looked so pretty, I said, "May I escort the lovely bride? Julie smiled and curtsied saying, "Yes ma'am, and balancing on his three inch heels, we went looking for the other girls. Julie had never worn high heels before and was holding on to me tightly but I said, "Honey, you are doing just fine. It takes a girl a little time to get used to wearing heels. But you will love them more and more as you begin to wear them often. Julie's legs, clad in the sheer white pantyhose that Jamie had given him looked so lovely. I thought, "Julie will never go back to being a boy". He is too suited to being a girl." Jamie, Julie and I heard giggling coming from one of the other bedrooms on the second floor of our home. We knocked and heard Teresa say in a playful voice, "Who is it"? I said, "It's the beautiful bride and her attendants. May we come in"? "Yes, you may", said Teresa. We entered the room and Andrea, Stacy and Teresa oohed and ahhed as they saw Julie in his bridal dress. "You are gorgeous Julie", said Stacy. "He is totally beautiful", responded Teresa. I looked around the room and said, "Where's Andrea"? Teresa and Stacy smiled and said, "Come on out Andrea!". Well, the walk in closet door opened and out stepped Andrea, dressed in a western style red blouse with double ruffles and a four-tier skirt with multi color ruffles and broomstick pleating. Andrea put his hands on his hips just like a girl and gave us a big smile. I said, "Howdy partner!" He looked darling and told us how when he was little he used to watch American westerns on British television, and always wanted to be a cowboy. "Well, he came close", I thought, "but the macho cowboys of the old West didn't wear broomstick skirts". I said, "You almost had your wish hon. But you're a cowgirl, not a cowboy".Andrea just smiled, knowing that it was true. Looking at Jamie, Stacy and Teresa, I said, "Why don't I take the bride and the cowgirl downstairs to help me bake some chocolate chip cookies while you girls find outfits for yourselves to wear"? The girls readily agreed and so Julie in his white satin high heels, holding his skirts slightly off the floor, made his way towards the door. Andrea, in his long western skirt and red cowgirl boots followed and the three of us went downstairs wondering what the other girls would come up with in the way of costumes. Jamie knew exactly what he wanted to wear. Ever since I enrolled him in ballet class when he was eight, Jamie has liked short ballerina dresses. He is very graceful for a boy and showed great promise as a dancer until he hurt his ankle and discontinued classes. But dancing in Swan Lake as a pretty girl had left an impression on him and he told Teresa and Stacy that he was going to put on his pink tutu and pink ballet shoes. Jamie's favorite color has always been pink and I have tried to add pink dresses, hair bows, sweaters, and lingerie to his wardrobe whenever we went shopping. I think that it is important that a girl coordinate her dresses and lingerie, and not mix up her colors. I have insisted that if Jamie chose a white slip, then his bra and panties should be white too. But my little darling loves pink so much that I think he wears pink panties even when he may be in a white or pale blue slip. What is a mother to do? I know that I should be happy that at least he loves pink! Not many boys do, but then not many boys wear pretty dresses and panties like my Jamie! He is my special child, and I'm happy that I made him a girl. Jamie found his ballerina outfit and looked adorable in it. His little pink panties showed under his short, flaired skirt and he pranced around daintily in his ballerna slippers, practicing pirouettes and walking on his tippy toes. I placed a little tiara in his long hair and he looked ready to dance on stage. Meanwhile Stacy had found a cute little '50's style red and white checkered gingham dress to wear. It had a lace collar, and a row of pretty lace on each side of the four buttons that stopped at the waist. The skirt was full and it tied in the back. Before he went away to school I loved dressing Jamie in the pretty fashions of bygone days and I recall his often wearing this particular dress around the house. It was good to see Stacy in it as it brought back pleasant memories of my son and me in pretty summer dresses playing with his paper dolls. Teresa was upstairs still taking a long time to get dressed and we wondered what in the world she found that was taking so long. Well, no sooner had I said something, when Teresa came walking downstairs wearing of all things, a little soldier uniform that had belonged to one of Jamie's boy cousins. The girls mouths opened as they saw Teresa in this boyish outfit complete with a jacket with sergeant stripes, war medals and army pants. She was wearing boy's shoes and a military cap with the insignia of the United States Army. Smiling mischieviously Teresa gave us a very sharp salute and said, "You can call me Sgt. Terry, girls!" "Teresa"!!, Julie shouted, "What are you doing?" Teresa really did look cute as a soldier but I could see that the boys were in shock. You see, Andrea, Jamie, and Julie, had left the world of boys the same way that one leaves a sinking ship. Once you leave you do not return. While the choice had definitely been made for them by older women, as far as they were concerned, boy talk, boy's clothes, and boy's ways were no longer an option for them and to see a girl dressed as a boy was very puzzling. They thought, "Why would a pretty girl like Teresa, or any girl, ever want to wear boy's clothes even for fun"? It just didn't register in their young minds and they stood there in their bridal dress, broomstick skirt and ballerina costume, amazed that Teresa would wear pants. But what they failed to take into consideration was that Teresa was a real girl and was in no way less feminine or girlish in clothes other than dresses. Stacy, being a real girl too, understood this and yelled down from upstairs, "You look so cool, Sgt. Terry!" I tried to play down what was happening and said, I think Teresa looks just fine. Let's pretend that she is a famous war hero and be very respectful towards her. Julie and Andrea looked at one another, shrugged their shoulders and said, "Oh alright". Jamie looked up at me and I told him, "It's ok honey. It's only make believe and Teresa will be in dresses again this afternoon". Four of the girls were now dressed and that left only Stacy. Jamie said, "I have an idea for you Stacy". Jamie excused himself and went upstairs to help get our final child into a costume. Jamie said, "Stacy, you can be a cheer leader!" Going into one of my closets, Jamie found my junior high school blue and white cheer leader's skirt and sweater and soon beautiful Stacy had her costume. Handing her two pom poms, Jamie said, "Now, you are ready". Soon Stacy came bouncing down the stairs singing, "On Wisconsin, On Wisconsin, plunge right through that line........" All the girls laughed and had fun acting out their chosen roles for the rest of the morning, while enjoying the very best chocolate chip cookies that anyone ever tasted. The morning passed quickly with the girls playing make believe in their cute costumes. Julie just loved his satin gown and practiced walking up and down the hallway as if he were walking down the aisle in a church. I secretly hoped that he would be able to be married in a pretty dress some day. Jamie practiced some of the dance routines that he remembered from ballet class. He looked so cute dressed as a ballerina. Stacy was doing somersaults, jumping, and yelling out cheers that I didn't know that she knew, and Andrea who had found a ten gallon hat to go with his outfit was totally enjoying the feel of his long skirts. I would have to buy him some girl's western style clothes before he returned to England. The only one who seemed to not be having that much fun was Sgt. Terry. I think she felt the other girls were ignoring her because she was in boy's clothes and before long she went upstairs and came back down in a blue denim dress. After a light lunch that the girls helped me prepare, I received a surprise telephone call from my sister Debbie who was driving through Madison with her daughter Stephanie, on their way to Chicago. My sister lived in Minneapolis now and while we are close, our many activities do not always enable us to keep up with each other's schedules. I haven't seen her or my niece for a year and it would be fun for the cousins to see one another again. Stephie was always a big sister to Jamie while he was growing up as a little girl. Deb and Stephie arrived in the early afternoon and thirteen year old Stephie ran right to Jamie and hugged him. "What are you doing in a ballerina costume, little cousin"?, she said. Jamie explained about playing dress up and they laughed together. The relationship between the two was so very sweet and I believe having Steph as a big sister contributed as much as anything, to Jamie's accepting his girlhood. She was his role model and when they were little, Jamie imitated everything she did. Stephanie though that it was perfectly natural for feminine boys to be raised as girls. She has never seen Jamie in pants and to do so would be a complete shock to her. As she talked with Jamie, Andrea walked into the room in his western style blouse and skirt and Stephanie's mouth fell open. She hadn't seen Andrea for three years and didn't even know that the Jones' were in America. "Andrea, is that you"?, she said. Andrea laughed and said, "Yes, I'm a total girl now too Stephanie, just like your cousin Jamie". Stephanie, looking him up and down and seeing how pretty he was said, "You certainly are, Andrea. No one would ever know that you are a boy. You are beautiful." Jamie, experiencing a tinge of jealousy chimed in, "As beautiful as me Stephie?" Steph smiled and said, "Silly girl. You are both pretty girls", and she kissed her little cousin. Jamie said, "Steph, there are some other girls from Briarcliff that are with us for Thanksgiving that we want you to meet. I called upstairs and Julie, Stacy and Teresa came down still attired in their costumes. "Wow"! said Stephanie, "you all look great"! And they did. I can honestly say that the children staying with me for the holidays could all be models for pre teen dress catalogues or "American Girl Magazine". My sister Debbie and her daughter especially loved the bridal dress and said, "And just who is the lovely bride"? Julie blushed, and I whispered to my sister, "He's a boy named Julie, Deb". Stephanie overheard me and blurted out, "He's a boy"! Julie responded, "I used to be a boy Stephanie, but my mother sent me to Briarcliff to be changed into a girl". "Well, I think your mom was right Julie, Stephanie replied, "You don't look anything like a boy in your satin gown". Stacy, dressed as a Madison High School cheerleader greeted the new arrivals followed by Teresa, who had changed out of her costume into a dress. My sister asked, "Didn't you dress up, Teresa"? Teresa replied, "I did but it was as a dumb boy. I wanted to get back into my dress." "Well, I can't blame you for that, honey", said Debbie. "Boys are so "nothing". I thought to myself, "She is right about that"! After persuading Debbie and Stephanie to stay overnight and attend the "Doll Show" with us the next day, we all decided it would be nice to go out to eat. I made reservations at an expensive Italian restaurant on the edge of town and we decided that it would be fun to dress more formally for supper. We have six bedrooms and four baths in our home so I instructed the girls to get out of their costumes and take bubble baths before changing into their evening clothes. Soon the house was a whirl of activity as the girls made their way upstairs and tried to decide who was going to use which bathroom. But little Julie lingered behind with Debbie, Steffie and me. "I know the problem, Julie", I said smiling. You don't want to take off your bride's dress do you, honey. Oh you are so sweet. My poor darling loves his pretty satin dress so much that he can't bear to take it off". I hugged him and said, "Darling, let me tell you something. You don't have to worry about things like this anymore because you really are a girl now. Your mother is not going to make you go back to being a boy ever. That's why she enrolled you at Briarcliff. Besides, Ms. Chandler has told everyone that you are her honorary daughter now. Honey, you are always going to be in pretty dresses and skirts from now on. Also, the staff has been instructed to let your hair grow real long. Taking his head in my hands and stroking his hair, I said, "So please do not worry your pretty head. Everything is going to be fine. And I'll tell you what. Before you go back to Briarcliff on Sunday, I am going to buy you a white satin dress so you can wear it after classes and pretend to be a bride. "Ok, honey"? Julie, listening to every word that I said, thanked me, and reaching down and taking one side of his long dress in his hand, walked towards the stairs. I noticed that he was already doing much better in his high heels, which was wonderful for a eleven year old boy who was so new to girlish things. Debbie and Stephanie watched all of this and almost cried. "You were so sweet to him, Aunt Deborah", Stephanie said. "Yes hon", I replied. "Sometimes as girls, we don't realize how blessed we are. Julie didn't have a chance to wear frilly dresses or hair ribbons, enjoy little tea parties with his playmates, or be mommy's little helper when he was young, as we did. He had to wear unattractive boy's clothes, have short hair and be treated like a little man. So I want to make it up to him now while he is still young and can apppreciate it. He is still only eleven and we want to help him become a complete girl as soon as possible. I understand why he didn't want to take his bride's dress off. He is still not sure of himself as a girl and I hope that we will be able to assist him to just relax and be a pretty young lady. He is awfully pretty, isn't he"? "Oh yes Aunt Deborah, he is a doll. I wish he was my little sister", replied Stephanie. "Well honey, you can treat him like a sister while you are here. I'm sure that he would appreciate it", I said. Now, may I fix you ladies some tea while the girls are changing? Debbie and Stephanie accompanied me to the kitchen where we had cinnamon tea and petit fours while we caught up on all the news of the family. Debbie said, "I'm looking forward to going out tonight and to the Doll Show tomorrow". I said, "Yes, it should be great fun for the girls too. And guess what! I'm thinking of taking my neighbor boy, Patrick, to the Doll Show! Hmmmm, said Debbie, "Knowing you Susan, that poor boy might end up as a doll himself". I simply smiled and poured some more tea. Chapter #10 "A Mother's Wish Granted"! It was going to be the most memorable day in little Patrick Bryan's life, a day that would see him wearing a pretty dress for the first time in the presence of other people besides his mother. Megan Bryant moved next door to us in August, and during our times together she often lamented the fact that of her four children, none of them were girls. She longed to have a daughter whom she could dress up in frilly dresses like other mothers. She secretly desired to take her son out in public in the adorable dresses of a little girl. She longed to put ribbons in his hair. As we had only known each other for a short time, I had not told her that Jamie was a boy, but my heart went out to her for I knew that she yearned for a mother and daughter relationship like I had with my son. So when she asked me to be the babysitter for little Patrick during the basketball championships in which her oldest son was participating, I had a very wild idea. Hoping that she would not be offended in any way, I said, "Megan, I hope you don't mind my saying this, but I have heard you tell me over and over again about how desperately you would like to have a little girl. When I stopped by your home last week, I couldn't help seeing that your youngest son Patrick, was wearing nail polish. You seemed a little embarrassed, but I want you to know that I thought he looked very pretty with his nails painted." "Oh Susan, did you really think so"?, Megan responded. "I was so worried that you would think that I was terrible to do that to my son. But I want a little girl so badly, that I could cry." "Megan, I replied, "Please do not ever feel that way. I have always thought that boys should be allowed to enjoy pretty things too. There is no harm done and it gives them a chance to know what it feels like to be a little girl. "Susan, you are so understanding. We must think a lot alike", said Megan. "Hon, you would not believe how much we think alike. May I tell you something that will really surprise you"? "Certainly", said Megan. "What is that"? "Megan, my daughter Jamie isn't really a girl" "What"? You are teasing me!" Megan said. "Megan, Jamie is a boy"! "No"!, Megan said. "A boy? She can't be! She is always the perfect little lady. I have never seen a girl who wears prettier dresses or who acts as well mannered as your Jamie". "Yes hon, he is dressed and treated as a girl, but the fact is, he is a boy. I proceeded to explain Jamie's life history to Megan and she listened intently to every word. She said, "Susan, do you think.........." I put my hand tenderly on her shoulder, knowing ahead of time what she was going to ask me and said, "Yes, Megan, I think I can help you have the little girl that you have always wanted"! Megan's heart began to beat faster and she thought, "Oh my goodness, this could be a dream come true". She thought about how many times she was tempted to just defy her husband and openly put Patrick in dresses so that she could have her little girl. When he wasn't around and Patrick was still a little baby, she sometimes wrapped him up in her lace slips and silky nightgowns and called him Patricia. Then when he was three and she couldn't stand not having a girl any longer, she did something very daring. She went out and bought him some dresses. Holding Patrick by the hand she dragged him to the little girl's department of a large clothing store and just loved browsing through all the toddler dresses. Taking one after another off the rack she would hold them up to her son, and tell him, "Honey you would be wearing this if you were a girl". A salesgirl saw her fussing with her son and smiling said, "You can try the dresses on him in the dressing room if you like. He would make a cute girl" Megan thanked her and took Patrick into the dressing room where she stripped off his boy's clothes. She tried dress after dress on him and it was one of the best days of her life. "Oh, if only I could change him into a girl, I'd be the happiest mother alive", she thought. She often longed to take him dress shopping again but constrained herself from feminizing him until last week when she came up to him while he was watching Sesame Street and applied red nail polish to his nails. She wanted to take his dresses from her hiding place and put him in one, but he had aready outgrown them. Besides she was always afraid that he might tell his father and then her dream would be shattered. Patrick was four now and unfortunately becoming more of a boy. It was only by accident that I happened to see him in his nail polish. Megan was so worried about what I might say, that she removed it. But now I was opening up this door for her in a new way and her hearing that boys like Jamie can be successfully transformed into girls excited her to no end. She said, "Susan, do you really think I can do it. I mean, what will my husband and Pat's brothers say"? "Well, hon, you will need to go slowly and little by little they will come to accept it. Patrick is very small for his age and he is not into sports like your other boys are, so I think he will be easy to make into a girl". "Oh yes, Susan, I want to do it. I want to make Patrick my daughter. Will you really help me"? "Of course Megan. I think that it is a wonderful idea." Megan and I embraced and both of us were excited about our new project. I told her, "I am going to have some of Jamie's friends from school visiting over the Thanksgiving holiday. When you go to the basketball tournament on Friday and Saturday, you can leave him with us. That way he will be around girls and we can begin his gradual transformation. Trust me Megan, and before long you will have a little daughter to enjoy. Girls are so much more fun to have around than boys" "Oh Susan, Megan whispered, "I want him in a dress so badly", and she gave me a sisterly hug. I had promised Megan that I would pick up Patrick before supper on Friday evening. The girls, after a full day of playing dress up, baking cookies and visiting with my niece Stephanie, were getting ready, as all of us planned to go out to dinner. I thought it might be nice to have Patrick be around the girls tonight and then all of us would go to the Doll Show tomorrow. I had told the girls about little Patrick and his mother's desires for him and they thought that it would be fun to make Patrick one of them. The girls were all downstairs when I arrived home with Patrick. My son Jamie was wearing a party dress with a velvet top and plaid taffeta skirt with an attached crinoline underskirt. He worn red Mary Jane shoes with cute bows that matched the red in his dress. Julie, who was a boy less than two months ago, was attired in a red fleece dress with tights and a red headband while Andrea wore a long sleeved baby-doll dress with a lace-edged Peter Pan collar and ruffled cuffs. The boys looked darling and the smiles on their faces indicated that they did not at all resent being dressed like girls. Rather they were thankful that their mothers made them be girls and they liked looking pretty and feminine. Stacy and Teresa, who were real girls, wore pastel colored dresses that were very pretty. As we walked in the door, Patrick was a little taken aback at seeing all the girls dressed in their beautiful dresses. He lived in fear that his mother might dress him up and didn't like it at all when she talked him into letting her do his nails. Just because he was small didn't mean he was a sissy. As he looked around he saw that there were six girls and two ladies in the room and he was the only one not wearing a dress. But the girls came over and greeted him and gave him all their attention as he sat down on the living room couch between Andrea and Stacy. Stacy took Patrick's hand in hers as looking at it closely said, "Why Patrick, it looks like you have been wearing nail polish. Do I see traces of nail polish on your nails"? The other girls all said, "Oooooooh", as if totally surprised. Stacy continued, "Tell the truth honey! Were you wearing sissy nail polish like a little girl"? Patrick could not really deny it because the evidence was there on his nails. When his mother used nail polish removal on him earlier, she had not gotten all of it off. Stacy saw his hesitation and said, "Girls, I think Patrick is really a little girl". Then smiling at Patrick she said, "Aren't you Patricia"? Patrick pulled his hand away and said, "I am not! I am not!" But Patrick was outnumbered and the girls were not going to accept a simple denial. Teresa chimed in, "Yes, you are Patricia! Boys don't wear red nail polish like this and she held her painted nails out to Patrick. Only girls wear nail polish so you must be a girl". The real boys in our midst, Andrea, Julie and my son Jamie, knew what was happening and they were secretly delighted that another boy was going to be added to their girl's world. Julie, feeling very girlish, after having been in a beautiful bridal gown all afternoon, said, "Patrick, if you wear nail polish, you should not be wearing pants like a boy"! Julie, looking so very cute in his red dress, continued, "You should be in a pretty dress like mine". And holding the sides of his skirt, he spun around showing off his lace-edged slip. By now, Patrick was really becoming afraid. He wished his father or brothers were here but there were only women and girls and they were all older and stronger than he was. He looked at me pleadingly and I said, "Patrick, it's ok honey. The girls are just trying to be nice to you. And they are right dear. When I was over at your house last week I saw you in your nail polish". Your nails did look so very pretty honey, just like a little girls." Julie looked at me and said, Mrs. Graham, He should be a girl". All the other girls nodded in agreement and I said, "Perhaps Patrick and I should have a little talk". Patrick was really scared now so I took his hand saying, "Come with me dear and we can talk more about what the girls are saying". I led the frightened little boy off to my bedroom as the girls shouted after me, "Make him into a girl, Mrs. Graham". After entering my room, I sat Patrick down on my bed and putting my arm around his shoulders said, "Honey, don't be afraid of the girls. You see, three of them used to be boys like you, but they are little girls now and they are so much happier. Don't they they look pretty in their holiday dresses? Patrick didn't say anything so I said to him, "Honey it isn't so bad being a little girl. You get to wear pretty clothes, play with dolls and you never have to take your nail polish off". Then I said, "Patrick, I think we should try a little experiment. Let's dress you up as a girl so you can see what it is like. Your mother told me that she put little dresses on you when you were three so it is not like you have never worn them before. Then I did something that totally shocked Patrick. I reached into my purse and brought out a little album that his mother had given me with several photographs of Patrick when he was three. She had secretly dressed him up when the rest of the family was away and kept the pictures to herself so that she could have her "little girl". Patrick's eyes widened as I showed him the pictures.. I said, "Look honey, that's you." The first picture showed him in a white lace pinafore dress holding a barbie doll.. The facial features were very clear and Patrick could clearly see that it was him. Although he had vague memories of being put in dresses, he said, "That's not me". But he wasn't very convincing and I said, "Oh honey, it is you and you look precious". Did you like playing with barbies? I bet you dressed them up so they looked very beautiful. The second picture showing Patrick in a full skirted blue and white dress with a blue silk ribbon in his hair. As I turned the pages of the album, Patrick looked closely at the pictures and was becoming very nervous. I said, "Look at this one hon". It was Patrick and his mother in pale pink mother and daughter dresses sitting in a swing". He said, "Oh no, someone else must know! Who took that picture"? I said, It's ok honey, it doesn't matter if people know that you were a little girl". I showed him some more pictures and said, "Honey, you don't remember those days very well because you were only three, but they were days that made your mommy very happy. She only had boys before you and she wanted a little girl so badly to buy pretty things for and to dress up like herself. Mothers love their pretty daughters. They are minatures of themselves and when a mother doesn't have a little girl, it just breaks her heart. So you made your mommy very happy, honey. And I think that we can make her very happy again. Patrick looked at me and said, "What do you mean, Mrs. Graham. I said, "Honey, I think it would be very nice if you became a little girl for your mother. You are bigger now and you can share so many more things with her just like a real girl. Then I told him, "My Jamie is a boy like you but I made him a girl and he is so much happier. Doesn't he look adorable in his velvet and plaid dress? Patrick looked at me and for a moment I honestly thought that I had him convinced. But I underestimated the deep seated boyishness that was in him because of the influence of his father and older brothers. He suddenly froze up and said, "I'm not a girl and I won't get dressed up ever again". And he pushed the album away. Well, I was afraid that that might happen but I was prepared for it and I had Megan's permission to force the issue if he resisted. I tried to sweet talk him into doing what had to be done but since he wasn't willing, the girls and I would have to take matters into our own hands. I called downstairs saying, "Girls, will you come up here, please"? Soon five girls plus Jamie's cousin Stephanie entered the room in a swirl of skirts and stood around the resisting little boy. I said, "Girls, I just showed Patrick how pretty he looked as a three year old girl in this album and told him how nice it would be if he was a girl for his mommy again". But I'm afraid that he doesn't want to be Patricia. So we are going to have to make him be a girl. The girls immediately gathered around the little boy who tried to run. But there were simply too many of us and soon we had all his boy's clothes off. Stacy deliberately threw them into the waste paper basket near the bureau as if they were contaminated, saying, "Goodbye shirt and pants". Jamie will you look in my top right drawer please, I said. Jamie reached in and retrieved a pair of blue satin panties and a very sissy satin slip of the same color. The panties and slip had delicate lace on them and would never be mistaken for boy's underwear. These were articles of clothes that only a sweet little girl would wear. Without a word, I slipped the panties over Patrick's hips and said, "There Patricia, you will feel so much better in these". Patrick started to cry but the girls all fussed over him dabbing his little tears with lace handkerchiefs. I thought, "It is so silly for little boys to resist when their mothers choose to feminize them. It doesn't do any good to fight it once their moms decide they should be girls.". Teresa lowered the dainty slip over his head and he looked darling. Julie, I said, will you get Trish's dress out of my closet, please? Julie did as he was told and smiling, brought Patricia's baby blue little girl's dress to me. I said, "Look at your prettty dress, Patricia. You are going to be wearing it tonight when we go out to dinner. Honey you are going to be the prettiest little girl at the restaurant. Patrick started to push it away but Stephanie and Stacy held his hands and helped put them through the puffy sleeves until Patrick was standing before us dressed like the darling four year old he had become. I turned him around and tied the lovely sash in the back of his dress into a pretty bow. Girls, I said, Should we put him in tights or socks? Andrea said, "Oh, he should wear tights with that dress. I said, Trish, would you like to wear tights"? He started to say something when I said, "Of course you would", and I helped him slide his white tights on under his dress". I had learned his shoe size from Megan and from a shoe box on my vanity I took out the cutest black Mary Janes and put them on Patrick's feet. I fastened the strap and took a good look at our creation. Oh he looked so cute. Jamie, will you fetch a ribbon from my sewing basket honey? Jamie brought over a blue ribbon with a bobby pin and I pinned it into our new little girl's short hair. I had a long, blonde, little girl's human hair wig for him but wanted to save that for last. He was becoming a young lady right before our eyes and the girls and I loved every minute of it even though Patrick was trying to resist. But strangely enough, the more we sissified him, the less he resisted. Perhaps the feminine side in him was surfacing more and more as he became less and less of a boy. I had worked in a jewelry store years ago when I was in college and I knew how to pierce ears. We had a little piercing gun and as two of the girls held Patrick, I pierced both his ears. He winced but then he was ok. I said, "Patricia, it is so silly the way some boys have only on ear pierced. If you are going to have pierced ears you need to be wearing two pretty earrings like a girl, not just one like some kind of a pirate. From now on honey, you will wear pretty earrings as you become more of a woman. I touched up Patrick's smooth, soft skin with just a touch of blush and then taking my lipstick, I did his lips. Oh my, he was absolutely darling. I was so delighted with my handiwork that I could cry. I remembered how I loved to doll Jamie up when he was four and this was like having my own little girl all over again. Just about that time, the telephone rang and it was Patrick's mom. She wanted to know how things were going and I said, "Oh Megan, you should see your son. He is beautiful. Megan got so excited over the phone that she said, "I'm going to leave the basketball game at halftime so I can see him. I can hardly wait." Susan, I'll meet you at the restaurant with the girls.". I hung up the phone and said, "Patricia, that was your mother. I do hope that you will be a good girl for her. She is going to be so happy that she has her daughter back again". Julie said, "Yes, Trish, you are a girl like us now, and Julie gave him a little hug.. Patrick had to admit to himself that he felt different. He walked around in his dress and it was so different than wearing pants. He could feel the full skirt of his dress swinging as he walked. He felt an irresistable urge to twirl around in his dress. His Mary Janes were so pretty and shiny and they had little taps on them. The tights made him aware that he was a girl with every movement and he liked the way they felt on his legs. Touching the sides of his dress he could feel his slip underneath and liked the silky feeling next to his skin. And when he sat down, arranging his skirts under him, he felt his little panties under his dress and knew that this was the beginning of a new life for him. He even started to think, Maybe I really am a girl". All the girls noted the change in his behavior and were very nice to him. Stacy said, "Welcome to the world of girls, Trish". Andrea came over and hugged him. Teresa taught him to curtsy and Jamie said, "Mom, what about his hair"? Oh, I almost forgot. We were all so taken by the sight of pretty Patrick that I forgot the most important touch of all. We couldn't bring him to the restaurant as a short haired boy in a dress. I went to my closet and brought out the lovliest little girl blonde wig that anyone has ever seen. Come here Trish, I said, Taking the temporary ribbon out of his boy's hair, I placed the wig, with its soft flowing shoulder length curls on his head and lo and behold we had a four year old girl child standing in front of us. I refastened the ribbon in his hair, brushed it out and we had Patricia all ready for his first outing as a girl. I thought , "Perhaps he will be his mother's daughter for good. Megan deserves that. Then Stephanie showed him how to sit as a girl with his knees together and she applied red nail polish to his nails. She said, "This time you won't have to take it off Patricia". The girls and I all got light coats out of the closet and we put one of Jamie's little coats on Patrick. It was red and had a velvet peter pan collar and velvet cuffs. Patrick slipped his arms in the sleeves and I buttoned the little gold rimmed buttons. Then I hugged him to myself, proud of the way he looked. I just knew his mother would be so thrilled to see him like this. As the girls walked out to the car that was parked in our long driveway, Patrick felt so very different. He was very conscious that he was in a dress and he felt his slip against his knees as he walked. In his little boy's mind he thought how much freer he felt in girl's clothes. There was nothing tight or restricting around his legs such as when he was in shorts or long pants. His legs were bare and skirts swirled around him. He was aware that his hair was falling softly on to his shoulders and that there was a pretty ribbon in it. He touched it from time to time and noticed that it was silky like his slip. His tights caressed his legs and he was in panties like a girl, in the prettiest blue color. His little shoes were black and shiny and he found himself taking smaller steps. He was surrounded by women and girls and he was being taken to a restaurant as a little girl where everyone would see him in a dress. He thought to himself, "I feel like a sissy". Julie came up to him, smiled, and taking his hand, said, "Hi, little girl"! Oh, it just penetrated his little heart being called a girl and he thought, "It must be true". He thought, "What will mom and dad and my brothers think? He got into the car with all the girls and pondered these things as they drove to the restaurant. What his mother would think was soon very apparent as she was waiting at the restaurant door. As Patrick got out of the car, she almost ran to the car door, picked him up in her arms and said, "Oh darling, look at you. You are beautiful in your dress. She raised him up in her arms so that his dress was falling over the side of her arm. She delicately pulled it down for him so that it covered his panties. Then she brushed back his curls,and kissed him on the cheek. Whispering in his ear she said, "It's ok honey sugar, you and mommy are going to be special friends from now on. You are going to be my little girl. Won't that be fun?." Patrick, already feeling very girlish in his dress and panties simply kissed his mother and said, "Am I Patricia now, Mom"? His mother said, Yes dear, you are Patricia, mommy's precious girl, and she kissed him again. Patrick had his arm around his mom's shoulder as she carried him into the restaurant and noticed the nail polish on his nails, and thought, "I'm not a boy anymore". Megan sensed him relax in her arms and thought, "Finally, I have my little girl", and mother and daughter entered the restaurant, aware that their relationship was forever changed. Chapter #11 "A New Doll for Jamie!" It was Saturday morning of the Thanksgiving weekend and today was the day of "The All American Doll Show". Jamie just loves his dolls and I had promised him that I would buy him a new pretty doll for his collection. While other boys his age are starting to read "Sports Illustrated", my Jamie's favorite magazine is "Doll Reader" and for the last few years he has saved his money to purchase some very pretty dolls. But this doll show was exciting for another reason too! Little Patrick, who became his mother's little girl yesterday, was going to have his second outing as a young lady. His mother Megan was going to bring him to our home for breakfast and then Jamie and I, Megan and Patrick and Jamie's girl friends from Briarcliff would drive to the Show together. Megan was so pleased last night when she saw how we dressed Patrick and I couldn't help noticing that she was visibly overjoyed to see her son in a dress! I just know that she regretted waiting until he was almost five before she put him in girl's clothes for good. Jamie, Julie, Andrea, Stacy and Teresa came down to breakfast in their nighties and robes, giggling like the little girls they were. They were proud of their role in sissifying Patrick last night and looked forward to seeing him in his second day as a girl. They didn't have to wait long for Megan knocked on my door at 9:00 AM sharp. Dressed in a dark green dress with a stylish black leather coat Megan greeted us with a darling little boy holding her hand. Only he wasn't dressed like a boy, unless the latest Paris fashions dictated that four year old boys should be attired in knee length sailor dresses! Patrick looked absolutely darling and Megan was beaming. "Look at him", she said. "Isn't he the prettiest child you've ever seen"? Patrick hid behind his mother's skirts but all of us could clearly see that this prettily dressed child was a fugitive from the world of boys. His mother pulled him out from behind her with her hand and said, "Twirl around honey, and let the girls see your pretty dress". And she spun him around as if he were a tiny fairy princess. We could all see the pretty white nylon petticoat that his mother had put on him under his dress and we instinctively knew that Patrick was in matching panties too. He was the picture of little girlhood and Megan couldn't be happier. Megan hugged me and said, "Susan, I can never thank you enough. This is what I have always wanted for Patrick and now at long last I have my girl". "Isn't that right little sweetie"?, she said, turning to her son. Patrick was speechless but not overly uncomfortable as everyone in the room was delighted to see him in a dress. I thought to myself, "Patrick is such a lucky little boy. His mother is going to make him into a little lady and before long his short boy's hair will be flowing to his shoulders in pretty ribbons and curls. After breakfast all the girls went upstairs to change for the Doll Show while Megan and I chatted about her new "daughter". "Susan, what should I say to my husband and Patrick's brothers when they come home from the basketball tournament tonight?" "Well Megan", I said, "We are going to have to hope for the best. Maybe when Frank and the boys see how cute he looks they will go along with his transformation. But you must be firm honey no matter what they say. You have waited so long to have your daughter and now that Pat's transformation has begun, it would be unfair to him to take him out of dresses in his first days as a girl." "Oh, you are right, Susan", Megan replied. "I am a little nervous but I will stand up to them. I'm not going to let them make Pat a boy again. I want him to be my daughter, Susan"! As Megan finished talking, the girls came downstairs all dressed for the Doll Show. Jamie was wearing a very lovely black velvet dress and his friend Julie was in a cute pink outfit with a lace collar and a full skirt. Andrea borrowed one of Jamie's long tea length dresses and looked quite pretty standing there with a little matching purse. Stacy and Teresa, the real girls visiting us, wore their Briarcliff skirts and blouses. My sister Debbie, her daughter Stephie and I were in dresses too as we liked to set a feminine example for the boys and especially for our newest addition to the feminine gender, little Patrick. The girls all made a fuss over him and told him how pretty he looked and soon all of us were out the door piling into our two vehicles to attend the Great American Doll Show. The Show was wonderful and the boys seemed enthralled by the prettily dressed "girl dolls". The best doll makers in the country had exhibitions there and Jamie was in his glory as he gently picked up and admired the various dolls on display. Jamie had little Patrick by the hand as they walked around the displays and Patrick seemed to take a wonderful interest in the dolls as well. I was so proud of him as this was only his second day in dresses. Jamie, being very knowledgable about dolls and clothes for a ten year old, carefully explained to Patrick about how it is so important to take care of one's dolls, handling them gently and treating them just like real little girls. As the children went from display to display I saw Patrick admiring a darling little doll named Mary Kate. He was fingering the delicate lace of her short dress and seemed amazed at her clothes. I then saw him look down at his own lace edged dress and thought, "Oh the little sweetheart is realizing that he is dressed like a pretty girl just like the doll. I do hope that he takes to being a girl for his mother's sake. Megan is so sweet and she has put up with nothing but men and boys in the family for so long. It will be so nice for her to have a daughter now". I asked him, "Honey, do you like that particular doll"? Patrick said, "She has a dress just like mine". I smiled at him and said, "Oh yes honey, it is exactly like yours. Isn't she beautiful?" The little boy smiled and I said, "Patricia dear, I think am going to buy you this doll as a gift to help celebrate your first days as a new girl!" Jamie said, "Oh mom, he'll love it and playing with dolls will help him become a girl." That's right Jamie, I replied, "and I just know that our Patricia will take good care of Mary Kate, won't you sweetheart"? Well, Patrick just held the sides of his little dress and didn't know what to say. I could see that he was already becoming a shy little girl. I paid the clerk for the doll and rather than have "Mary Kate" wrapped up, I handed her to her new little mother. Patrick clasped the doll to himself and I had the sneaking suspicion that Megan was going to be pleased with the way things were going with her son. Megan, who was taking in the huge display in another area of the convention center finally caught up with us and saw Patrick walking hand in hand with my son Jamie, both of them as pretty as a picture in their sissy dresses, with Patrick tenderly holding his doll to his bosom with one arm. Megan put her hand on mine and said, "Oh Susan, you can't imagine how happy I am. This is so wonderful. Patrick is loving every minute of being a girl and this is going to make it so much easier when Frank and the boys come home tonight. Susan, will you be there with me"? I looked at Megan and hesitated for a moment. She noticed my hesitation and said, "Please Susan, I need a friend to be with me when I tell them that Patrick is going to be Patricia. They will listen to you because you made Jamie a girl". I hugged her and said, "I'll do it for you Megan", and she squeezed my arm, relieved that she wouldn't have to face the ordeal of telling her husband that his youngest son is now his daughter, all by herself. The other girls all told Patrick how pretty his new doll was and encouraged him to keep her prettily dressed and to take good care of her. Stephanie said, "You are her mommy now Patricia"! We all smiled and everyone was genuinely happy that Patrick was not fighting his feminization but seemed to be enjoying being the girl that his mother wants him to be. As Jamie would be upset if I bought Patrick a doll and didn't purchase one for him, I asked him if he saw any that he would like to add to his collection. Jamie led me to a display counter where he showed me a prettily dressed Rapunzel doll in a blue gown with long blond hair like his own. Jamie said, "I just love her mom!" I picked up the doll and thought, "Oh, my son does have expensive tastes" She cost over $100.00 but I still had daddy's trust fund and I wanted my child to be happy. So Jamie became the proud owner of a lovely long haired doll. I thought, "Girls will be girls", as Jamie and Patrick walked away with their pretty dolls. We all had lunch at a fancy German restaurant and everyone laughed when the waitress singled out Patrick to compliment on what a pretty little girl he was. In any case we were pleased that he was being so readily accepted as a sweet little girl. It was good for him to be around girls and to have older women tell him that he was one of them. We all had a wonderful meal, laughing and giggling as women and girls sometimes do. We ate and talked about the doll show, holiday dresses, the different perfumes that we all liked and other girlish things. I thought, "This is so marvelous for Patrick, who in the past was forced to listen to silly talk about basketball, hunting and fishing and other activities that make up a man's world. Patrick looked so darling in his dress and our talk was so much more suited for a boy in the process of becoming a young lady". After dropping everyone off, Megan, Patrick, and I walked across our property to Megan's home with a little bit of fear and trepidation. We weren't quite sure how her family would react at seeing their youngest son and brother fully attired as a little girl. Megan said to Patrick, "Honey, don't you worry about what they say to you. You were meant to be a little girl and we are finally taking the necessary steps to make you one. Just be polite and sit like a girl and mommy will take care of everything". Megan served tea and cookies to us as we awaited the return of her husband and the boys. At around seven o'clock we heard a knock on the door and Megan went to answer it. In walked Frank and four very tired sons who were exhausted after the long basketball weekend. Jamie and I watched as one by one their eyes turned to little Patrick and I heard Frank say, "Megan, what in the world did you do to Pat? The boys were too shocked to say anything. They just looked at one another with their mouths open. Megan took the lead and said, "I want all of you to sit down and I will explain". Then she said, "Frank, and boys, for a long time I have felt almost separate from this family. You are always going to ball games, watching sports on television, talking "man talk" and doing "guy" things. Well, I need to have a companion too and the child that you see sitting there in a dress, is going to be my special friend. "But Mom, he's a boy"!, blurted Jonathan, Megan's eldest son. No, Jonathan, you are wrong, honey. He is not a boy anymore. As of last night, Patrick becme Patricia, and you will treat him as your little sister." The other boys were still too shocked to say anything but Jonathan said, "Mom you can't dress him like a sissy". "I most certainly can", said Megan. Your brother likes being a girl and feels very comfortable in girl's dresses, don't you dear? All eyes turned toward Patrick and he got up from his chair and ran to his mom, his little skirts swirling around him. Megan hugged him and smoothing his skirt said, "Boys, I want you to meet your new sister, Patricia. He won't be playing basketball with you anymore. Show the boys your new doll, honey. Patrick skipped over to the toy chest and brought out "Mary Kate" and showed his brother's his doll. "Oh my", I thought, "this is going to be interesting". Frank finally spoke and said, "Megan, you can't make a boy into a girl. It just isn't done". "That's where you are wrong Frank", replied Megan. "Do you know Susan's daughter, Jamie"? "Yes", said Frank. "She is a very nice little girl". "Well", Megan said, "Jamie is a boy who became a girl just like Patrick is going to become one". "Frank was taking this remarkably well", I thought. Frank said, "Come here Patrick!" Patrick walked slowly to his father holding his doll by one hand. His father knelt down on one knee and said, "Do you really want to be a little girl, son"? Patrick looked at his mother who nodded her head as if to say, "Tell him that you do". Patrick then clutched his doll to himself and said, "Yes, daddy!". "Well then", said Frank, "Go ahead and make a girl out of him, Megan. I don't think it will hurt anything if that is what you really want". "Boy's" said Frank, looking at his other sons, "I think we have a new girl in the family, so we men are going to have to stick together". Megan smiled and said, "You can stick together all you like Frank, as long as Patricia and I can be mother and daughter". As Megan said that, Patricia walked slowly back to his mother and it was almost symbolic as the family recognized they had lost a son and brother but gained a very pretty little daughter and sister. I was so happy that all turned out well. Megan and Frank told the boys that they were always to treat Patrick like a girl and never make fun of him because he would be in dresses from now on. Megan even took it one step further, warning the boys that if she ever heard any of them teasing their sister, they might find themselves becoming a sister to Patricia themselves. Jerry who was only six years old was especially frightened by his mother's words as he was afraid that his mom might decide that she wanted a playmate for Patrick. Then he would have to be a girl too. Little did he know that Megan already pictured him as "Janie" in her mind, and that one day the following Spring a beautifully attired mother would be shopping in the mall with two male children on each side of her clothed in matching pink lace dresses. Yes, my friend Megan got more than she wished for. She sucessfully changed her two youngest children into lovely young girls and was the happiest she had ever been in her life. All the girls were excited when I told them what happened at Megan and Frank's home. They were excited for Patrick and promised that they would include him in girl's activities whenever they were home from school. That night the girls and I watched "The Sound of Music" video and all seemed to enjoy it as they admired the pretty dresses worn by the Von Trapp girls. After the movie, all changed into their nighties and were off to bed. It had been a wonderful weekend and we would all be sad to see Andrea, my sister Karen, and my niece Stephanie, leave Madison. As my sister and I chatted, we received a telephone call from Andrea's mom asking if she could come over for a few minutes. I said, "Of course!", as we were so happy that she had allowed Andrea to stay with the other girls for the weekend. Mrs. Jones arrived after fifteen minutes and told Karen and me that she would like to talk to us about something. She said, "Susan, you know Andrea is thirteen now and has been a girl for three years. I am so thankful that there have not been any hormonal changes yet but I must do something before my grand daughter begins to experience the things that happen to young boys. So I want you to be the first to know that his parents and I have decided to have Andrea permanently changed into a girl." "Oh Mrs. Jones", I said, "You are thinking about actually changing him into a real girl"? Where are you going to take him"? "Well hon, Dr. Williams is spending a year at a New York hospital and she has recommended a wonderful woman surgeon who has made scores of pre adolescent boys into girls". Mrs. Jones reached into her purse and showed me pictures of some of the the boys who were now lovely young ladies. Karen and I were amazed because not one of the former boys appeared to be anything but "all girl". They were positively lovely and I am sure a delight to their mothers who insisted on the gender change. I said, "Mrs. Jones, when do you plan to do this"? She replied, "Next week hon, only Andrea doesn't know it yet. I have been afraid to tell him for fear that he would not want to go through with it. But he is such a sissy. He really needs to become a total girl, not just a pretty boy in girl's clothes". I said, "Can we be of any help"? Mrs. Jones said, "I was hoping that you would talk with him dear. You seem to be so knowledgeable in these things. We all know what a perfect young lady Jamie has become through your training!" Well, once again, I was to be involved in helping a boy to become a girl, only this time it was more serious. If Andrea undergoes a complete change, he can never be a boy again. I told Mrs. Jones that I would talk with him in the morning. After she left, I laid in my bed for hours thinking that perhaps this was a providential meeting as I have been thinking about doing something with Jamie also. I have never seriously considered surgery but I often think that I must at least start him on female hormones. The idea of Jamie developing the secondary sexual characteristics of a male is totally unthinkable for me in that my son has been a sweet girl all his life. I couldn't bear to see him as anything other than a female child. I determined that I would observe everything that happens with Mrs. Jones, Dr. Williams and Andrea and make a decision in the very near future about my own son. He was eleven now and also in danger of the ravages of male hormones. Sunday morning after church, I drove to the home where Mrs. Jones and Andrea were staying. Andrea looked very cute in a red dress and a darling hairdo in which his grandmother had tied a pretty bow on the side. She said, "Andrea, Susan and I have something to tell you". I thought, "I can't believe that I just witnessed Megan telling her husband and sons last night that their youngest boy was now a girl, and now I was about to tell Andrea that he is going to enter the world of women and girls for good. Maybe Karen is right when she jokingly refers to me as 'The Girl Maker'". I started out by saying, "Andrea, do you remember that day when you kicked the soccer ball through the window three years ago"? Andrea smiled and said, Yes, Mrs. Graham, that's the day Grandmother made me wear a dress for the first time." "And honey, I continued, "You do know that it was best for you to become a girl, don't you"? "Oh, yes, Mrs. Graham", Andrea replied. "I don't feel like a boy anymore". "Of course not dear", I said, "You are one of us now and being a girl is much better than being a boy". "Oh, I know", said Andrea. "Well Andrea, your parents and grandmother think that it is time that you give up being a boy for good and that you be changed into a total young lady. Would you like that honey"? Andrea threw back his head like a girl and his long hair flipped to one side. I continued, "Honey, all of us want to see you develop into a young woman and look girlish in your pretty dresses and blouses the way young teen age girls do. We also want you to be free from having to deal with such things as shaving and other things that poor boys have to go through. So honey, we think it is best that you be made into a girl once and for all". Andrea instinctively crossed his legs like a girl and I thought, "There is no question in my mind that this child had been well trained during his three years as a young lady. He is as feminine as Jamie whom I trained myself to be completely feminine since he was a baby. Well, Andrea"?, I said. Andrea looked at his grandmother and with a big smile completely put her mind at ease. He ran to her, gave her a great big hug and said, "Yes, grandmother, I want to be a girl forever". "Oh Andrea", his grandmother cried, "that is so wonderful! I knew you would agree. You were never a boy even during your first ten years in pants. Some boys are girls inside even though their bodies seem to indicate otherwise. I am so glad there are sensitive mothers like Susan who know when boys should be dressed and raised as girls, in spite of what others may think. Oh honey, I am going to help you become a perfectly delightful young woman!" It warmed my heart to see Grandmother and grand daughter embrace and I was once again glad to have the opportunity to help a boy make the wonderful transition into the world of girls. I told Jamie and the girls about what was going to happen to Andrea when I got home and he and Julie were fascinated. They asked question after question and I tried to explain that Andrea's transformation would mean that he would grow up to be a young woman just like me. Jamie and Julie said they thought that was neat. I was very flattered and realized that these boys were just as feminine in their thinking as any real girls. Stacy, Jamie's Briarcliff roommate and Teresa both cheered when they heard Andrea was going to become a real girl and Stacy said, Jamie, you and Julie should become real girls too". As I looked at the boys standing there in their dresses, I thought, "How true! It would be a shame to keep such children as boys. If they want to be girls, why shouldn't they. It is so sad that society assigns such strict gender rules to children. If it's acceptable to be a tom boy, it should be equally acceptable to be a sissy. If girls can climb trees and play baseball then boys should be allowed to play dress up and have tea parties. Jamie, Andrea and Julie were sissies, and as such, they need to wear dresses, not pants and shirts. And if the boys want to be real girls, that should be between them and their mothers who know what is best for their children. As I told Andrea and Mrs. Jones how happy I was for them, I began to seriously consider hormonal treatment for my son, for I would like nothing better than to have Jamie go from being my little girl to my sweet teenager, whom I could help become the perfect young Miss in the years ahead. Well, the girls had a teary farewell Sunday afternoon. After saying goodbye to my sister Karen, Stephanie and Andrea (who would be a total girl the next time they saw him), I drove them to the airport for their return flight to Briarcliff. When I got home it was so very quiet and I had time to think about a lot of things. I want to share some of my thoughts with you, especially those among you who might wonder if I was right to make Jamie a young lady. While Jamie never played with toy guns or trucks, he did have a collection of "Barbie's" that would be the envy of any young girl. While he never wore a baseball uniform he did wear a pink satin flower girl dress. While he never wore camoflauge paint playing GI Joe with the boys, he did wear pink nail polish and lipstick with the girls. While he never went fishing as a boy with his dad, he did go shopping as a girl with his mother. While he never got into fist fights like the boys, he did attend slumber parties with the girls. While he never wore a crew cut in the summer to stay cool, he did wear his long hair in a pony tail to stay pretty. While he never wore trousers and button down shirts, he did wear pretty silk blouses and pleated skirts. While he never slept in boy's pajamas, he did sleep in silky baby doll nighties. So dear readers, after considering the choices available to my child, I openly admit that I made my son a girl, and as he approaches puberty, I may very well take steps to assure that he remains a sweet young lady. He is mommy's little sissy girl, and I love him so very much. Chapter #12 "Back to School!" After a marvelous Thanksgiving weekend in Madison, my dear Jamie and his girl friends returned to the Briarcliff School for Girls. The school required all the girls to return by 5:00 PM so they could share in a "Welcome Back" supper that would be served at 6:00 o'clock. As the girls entered the small airport terminal they were met by Jamie's English teacher, Victoria White. Victoria has always had a special interest in my son because he so resembled her little brother whom she dressed as a girl several years ago. Victoria greeted the girls cheerfully hugging each one and giving a special little kiss on the cheek to Jamie. Jamie blushed, remembering how Victoria put nail polish on him after class on the first day of school. The girls climbed into Victoria's car and soon they were speeding back to the campus. The girls excitedly told Victoria about their dress up games, the doll show, Patrick's becoming a girl, meeting Andrea, and all the other things that they did and Victoria was delighted to see them in such good spirits. Then smiling, she said, "I do hope that you behaved like proper young ladies while you were home". Jamie, answering for the other girls, said, "Oh yes, Ms. White, we never forgot that we were Briarcliff girls and we acted like ladies at all times". "That's good girls", said Victoria. "I am very proud of you". Jamie dear, Victoria said, "Do you still paint your nails with the pretty red color that I put on them the first day of class"? Jamie was so pleased that Ms. White remembered and holding out his hands for her, replied, "Oh yes, Ms. White. That is my favorite color". "Oh good honey", Victoria said, "I can see you are still my special little girl". The four girls, two of whom used to be boys, smiled and felt so happy to be attending a school with such loving teachers. At the evening meal, Headmistress Karen Chandler addressed the children saying, "Welcome back girls. We hope that you had a fun filled weekend and that you are all ready to get back to your studies tomorrow morning". Ms. Chandler went on to talk about the high standards of Briarcliff and how all the girls should considerate themselves fortunate to attend such a highly regarded prep school. As she was speaking all eyes turned to the back of the dining hall as some latecomers were arriving. The girls looked and saw that it was Teresa's room mate Stephanie and his twin Roberta who had spent the Thanksgiving weekend with Paige Jensen the social studies teacher. All three walked to a rear table and the girls giggled to see that Stephanie and Roberta were still in very sissy baby dresses and hair ribbons. It was very apparent to all that the headmistress was dead serious when she instituted the school policy that boy enrollees exhibiting even the slightest amount of boyish behavior would be treated like little girls until they demonstrated they were mature enough to wear the Briarcliff uniform. Consequently each year since Karen Chandler became headmistress, there was always at least one or two boys on campus dressed like "little" girls. Karen knew exactly what she was doing and inevitably the specially dressed boys developed into the most feminine girls on campus. Wearing frilly baby dresses and lacy petticoats purged the boys of any male tendencies and caused them to develop into very sweet girls. Classes began early Monday morning and a handful the girls were very excited because this was the week that representatives from a top New York modeling agency were coming to interview girls for part time modeling positions. The Briarcliff School for Girls has long been a favorite source for models in that their stress on poise, beauty, comportment, femininity, social skills and fashion has produced some very lovely models for the fashion world. My son Jamie already had modeling experience when he was eight and as such he would be a prime candidate to model pre teen fashions. Tryouts were by invitation only and ten percent or twenty of the Briarcliff girls were scheduled to meet with the Gabrielle Montaigne Agency representatives. When the list was posted it included the lovliest girls in the school and to no one's surprise, Jamie and his room mate Stacy were among them. The long haired blond eleven year olds were the envy of so many girls not only because they were beautiful but also because of their intelligence and sweet dispositions. However there were some surprises in that the twins names were also on the list of candidates! Perhaps the fact that they were so new to being girls caused some of the real girls to be a little jealous. But no one could deny the fact that Stephanie and Roberta were pretty little girls, especially in the darling frilly dresses that they have had to wear since their second day of school. Then too, the fact that they were twins was a real plus, for the agency was always looking for new creative ways to show off the fashions of the manufacturers whom they represented. The Montaigne Agency sent two former models who are now executives in the company to conduct the interviews and after classes, the twenty girls all gathered together in the school music room. Dressed in their Briarcliff uniforms, the girls waited nervously until called in for their individual interviews. Jamie was the fourth girl called into the meeting room. After entering, Jamie curtsied to the two beautifully dressed women who introduced themselves to him as Diana Evenson and Tara Collins. "Sit down Jamie dear", Tara said. Jamie delicately brushed the skirt of his school girl uniform under him and sat down like a young lady as he had been trained to do since he was a little girl. Tara looked at Diana and said, "Karen (Chandler) was right. He is absolutely adorable"! Jamie blushed upon hearing that and lowered his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. Diana said, "Jamie, Headmistress Chandler told us a little about you but you are so lovely that we would like to know a lot more about you. Tell us honey, how long have you been a girl"? Jamie answered in a sweet voice, "I can't remember ever not being a girl", Ms Evenson. "You mean you were raised as a girl from early childhood, hon"? "Yes, ma'am", replied Jamie. "Oh Tara, did you hear that", said Diana. "That is so sweet. He has always been a girl"! "Oh my", responded Tara, "I can see why. Jamie, you are certainly one of the prettiest little girls that I have seen and I have interviewed hundreds of girls for modeling jobs. I can hardly believe that you are a boy". "Tara"!!!, exclaimed Diana, "He's not a boy, silly". His mother would be furious if she heard you call him a boy. He is such a beautiful child". Don't you just love wearing pretty dresses, honey?, Diana said. Jamie nervously fingered the hem of his skirt and replied, "Oh yes, Ms. Evenson, I do love my dresses". Diana hugged him and said, "I don't blame you sweetie. I feel so sorry for pretty boys who would look so sweet in dresses but never get the chance to be pretty like us girls". "And you are a little girl, aren't you Jamie,? said Tara, with a big smile on her face. Jamie giggled and replied, Oh yes, I am a girl, Ms. Collins. You are such a doll, Jamie. I wish I could take you home with me and have you be my little sister", said Tara. I always wanted a sister like you. "I would dress you up every day and show you off to all my friends". Jamie dear, said Diana, We want you to try on some clothes for us to be sure that you will fit into our plans for the spread that we are doing for "Young Miss" Magazine. Would that be ok honey"? "Yes, Ms. Evenson", said Jamie. "Well take off your uniform dear and Tara will show you what to put on". Diana helped Jamie slip out of his blouse and skirt and both women looked him over as he stood before them in a white, very dainty, lace trimmed slip. "Oh Diana, he makes a perfect little girl. Look at him. He is so delicate and poised. I think that we have our top model already", said Tara. Honey, I if your mother allows it, I want you to come and spend a couple of weeks with me in New York next summer. I would love to take you shopping and buy you lots of pretty dresses to take back to Wisconsin with you. I really want my girlfriends to meet you". Then Tara said, "Little honey, when I get married I expect to have all girls, but if I happen to have a boy, I am going to call him Jamie and put him in dresses just like you." Diana listening to the conversation said, "I believe you Tara! Pity the poor child who happens to be born a boy in your home", she laughed. "He would probably never get to wear anything that wasn't pink and frilly". "You are right about that Diana, girl. My children will be girls regardless of their natural gender. Besides, I think it would be fun to transform a cute boy into a charming little girl. Look at Jamie! You wouldn't want him to be a boy, would you?" "Of course not", said Diana. Jamie is all girl, aren't you sweetie?" Jamie, his long blond hair cascading down his back stood there with his delicate hands resting cutely on his hips. His finger nails were mainicured and red polish had been carefully applied to his nails. Being a young girl was so natural for him and the ladies were totally taken in by his charm. Tara reached into the closet where all the fashions were laid out and brought out a lovely full length red velvet bridesmaid's dress. The collar and cuffs had pretty lace on them and any girl would love to wear such a dress. "Jamie", she said, "Ordinarily you would wear this with a long slip but the pretty slip you are wearing will be just fine for now. Hold out your arms, dear. Jamie put out his arms as Tara placed the dress over his head and zipped up the back. Placing her hands on Jamie's shoulders she fluffed out his hair and turned him around to face her and Diana. "Dear, walk across the room for us". Jamie twirled and walked across the room taking the small steps of a girl in a pretty dress. "How does it feel, honey", asked Diana? "Oh, I love it said Jamie. It feels so smooth and I like the fit". Diana laughted and said, "Tara, he is such a girl. He even talks like one of us". Diana got out the video camera and began filming Jamie as he moved about in his dress. "Throw back your head honey", said Diana. Jamie did so and his blond hair just flowed over his shoulders. He looked so pretty and Tara and Diana were very pleased.. "Honey", Diana said, "This is one of our junior bridesmaid dresses that we expect to sell a lot of next year. Would you like to photographed in it and be in Young Miss Magazine"? "Oh, I would love to", replied Jamie. "Mother would be so proud of me". "Yes honey, I am sure that she would", answered Tara and she came over and gave the prettily dressed boy a sweet girlish hug. If your mother ever put you up for adoption my sweet little girl, I would take you home with me and raise you myself". Clearly, Tara was completely infatuated by this darling little boy. "Let's put the other dress on him too, Diana", Tara said. "Jamie, let me help you take off your bridesmaid's dress and we'll fix you up in something else". The next outfit Jamie tried on was a pale pink party dress of silk organza. Diana helped him into it saying, "Jamie, you are a very lucky boy to have been born so beautiful. You probably should have been a girl honey, but it doesn't matter because your mother made you a girl anyway. You are so lovely". She swished Jamie's skirts and zipped up the dress. Jamie spun around and felt delightfully feminine in this very girlish outfit. Tara looked him over and said, "I agree with Diana, Jamie. You are quite a girl. I hope that you never think about being a boy again. It would be too great a loss to the feminine world". "Oh no", said Jamie, "I would never be a boy. Mother would be too hurt. I am her daughter and she would be crushed if I wasn't a girl for her". "Well, that's good honey. You just stay pretty and feminine and it will be the best for everyone concerned". "Well Diana, what do you think"? said Tara. Diana answered, "I think we have the first of the five girls that we need for the Young Miss layout"! "Oh good said Jamie. You mean I made it"? "Yes sweetie pie, you made it", smiled Diana. "We will be contacting you before Christmas and we will fly you and the other chosen girls to New York to do the layout over the holiday break. And who knows, this may be the start of a very wonderful modeling career. Would you like to be a dress model, dear?" "Oh yes", replied Jamie. "I think it would be fun". "Well, maybe we can help with that" , said Tara, giving Diana a little wink. Jamie thanked the ladies for their time and interest in him and left the room smiling. He didn't want to appear boastful so he tried to conceal his glee as he walked past the other girls who were waiting otside to be interviewed. But all could tell that lovely Jamie Graham was one of the girls chosen and now there were only four places left. By six o'clock Tara and Diana had managed to see fifteen of the twenty girls. The girls interviewing were supposed to use the waiting time to do homework as they waited to be interviewed but most were too nervous to concentrate on their books. At a few minutes after six, the door of the private room opened and the twins were asked to come in. "Well whom do we have here?", a smiling Tara said. Standing before her and Diana were two little eleven year olds dressed like four year old girls. The twins curtsied together and sat down on the couch trying to pull their very short dresses down over their knees. They really were unsuccessful as their dresses were designed to be short so their ruffled petticoats could be seen. Diana said, "You must be Stephie and Roberta!. The twins said in meek little voices, "Yes, we are". Tara said, "You girls look very cute but why are you dressed as little girls instead of in a skirt and blouse like your class mates?" "Because we didn't act like girls when we first came to Briarcliff", said Roberta. "Oh my goodness", said Diana, "Do you mean to tell me that both of you are boys too, just like Jamie"? Roberta and Stephanie didn't say anything as they saw the surprise registered on the face of Tara and Diana. The ladies quickly recovered and said, "Ms. Chandler didn't tell us that there would be other boys interviewing besides Jamie but I think that you will do just fine". Tara said, "Have you been girls all your lives"? "No", said Roberta. "Mother decided to send us to school here in August and we have been girls for only three months". "Oh my", said Tara. "Well, you certainly make sweet little girls". Tara smiled as she noticed the darling socks with lace on them and the little Mary Jane shoes that the boys were wearing. She thought, "Maybe I should tell mom to send Richard here. Richard was Tara's nine year old brother who had been born when her mom was forty. He was a premature child and Tara remembers what a little sissy he was when she still lived at home. If Richard was going to play with dolls, maybe he should go to school here where boys were encouraged to play with dolls and no one makes fun of them. Tara thought, "This is a wonderful school for sissy boys", and of course she was right. If boys attending Briarcliff weren't sissies when they enrolled here, being forced to wear nothing but skirts and dresses would certainly turn them into sissy girls by the time they graduated. I thought to myself, "If only more mothers knew of Briarcliff, there would be many more petticoated boys to delight their mothers rather than frustrate them". Diana got two darling sister dresses out of the closet and after helping Roberta and Stephanie out of their babish dresses, slipped the flowery Easter dresses on them. "Oh girls, you look so grown up now", Diana said. Tara noticed Stephanie, the more sensitive of the brothers starting to cry. She went over to him and hugged him saying, What's the matter honey"? Stephanie broke down completely and told Tara that he wasn't sure that he wanted to be a girl anymore and that he missed his friends back in Connecticut. Tara stroked his smooth face and said, "Oh sweetie, I understand. You were raised as a boy for ten years and it isn't easy to become a girl overnight". She continued, "When I was your age I was a real tom boy and I loved hanging out with the boys and playing sports all the time. But honey, when I became a teen ager which you will be soon, I put away all those things so I could enjoy the privileges of being a girl. It is so much better Stephie, really". As she talked to the tearful boy, she stroked his hair and then reached into her purse and sprayed her best perfume behind his ears and on his wrists. "This will make you feel better dear", she said. Stephanie smelled the delightful smell of the perfume on him which was the same perfume that he smelled on Tara as she embraced him. Tara continued, "Honey, Diana and I are going to have you and your brother modelling very pretty fashions. You will get to wear the prettiest dresses and lingerie and you will grow to love being a girl just like me. Wouldn't you like to be like me, Stephie? As a girl you can wear pretty nighties to bed, silky slips and panties, and even nylons and heels, honey. Boys never get a chance to do that". Tara held the little boy so tight and soon his crying stopped. She wiped his tears away and said, "Honey, enjoy being a girl. It is so much more fun than being a silly boy. Won't you do that for Tara?" Stephie, overwhelmed by Tara Collin's tenderness said, "I will Ms. Collins", and he made a sweet curtsy to her. Roberta who had started to cry also, was comforted by Diana and both boys were reinforced in their girlhood by the very lovely former models. Tara and Diana were touched by the Stapleton twins and decided that they would be among the girls chosen for the Young Miss" campaign. They quickly got the boys back into their frilly dresses and told them that they would write to them from New York and that they could stay at Tara's when they came to do the modeling job. Tara definitely liked the idea of dressing boys as girls and I thought that I must get to know her some day. We both appreciate bringing a lovely boy's femininity to the surface rather than hiding it behind the drab, tailored clothing that society has designated for males. A pretty boy in a darling dress suitable for his age is such a charming sight. I know that Jamie and the Stapleton twins will love their modeling experience and I hope that one day Jamie will be a runway model in New York and perhaps even appear on the cover of Seventeen or Madamoiselle. Both Stephanie and Roberta were overjoyed when they heard that Jamie had also been chosen to be one of the models. The other two girls chosen were real girls and to no one's surprise, Stacy Summers was one of them. The next morning the following news bulletin was posted on the dining room bulletin board. Briarcliff Girls to Model New York Fashions! Our special congratulations to the five girls chosen by the Montaigne Agency to model pre teen fashions over the Christmas Holidays. Briarcliff is proud of her girls, Stacy Summers, MaryAnn McCrary, Jamie Graham and Roberta and Stephanie Stapleton. Good Luck, Girls! We are excited for you. Karen Chandler Headmistress The Briarcliff "grapevine" was like that at any other girl's school and soon girls were coming from all over campus to congratulate the new models. A senior girl who had previously modeled for Gabrielle Montaigne told Jamie that it was great fun and that the agency even let the girls keep some of the clothes. The next morning Headmistress Chandler announced at breakfast that she wanted to see the "models" during the mid morning study period. The girls all arrived at her office on time, three of them in their Briarcliff uniforms and the twins in their sissy white "little girl" dresses. "Sit down girls", Karen said. The twins sat down on the couch with MaryAnn, and Stacy and Jamie sat in chairs adjacent to the headmistresses desk. "Girls, I am so pleased that you have been selected to represent Briarcliff with the Montaigne Agency. As you know several of our girls went on to have very fine careers with them. This also means that the young girls here will be looking up to you as an example of how they should look and behave. So I am going to expect you to be very well mannered and well dressed young ladies at all times". The girls listened intently as Headmistress Chandler explained their new obligations to them and the girls promised they would not let the headmistress or the school down. Later that evening several girls gathered together in Jamie and Stacy's room and asked the roommates a variety of questions regarding their interviews with Ms. Evenson and Ms Collins. A junior named Amber directed her attention towards Jamie and said, "Jamie, how do you do it? You are so beautiful and you're not even a real girl." Jamie's roommate Stacy did not like that and said, "Amber, do not say that he isn't a girl. He is as much of a girl as the rest of us and he is prettier and smarter than most of the girls at school as well". "Oh Stacy", Amber replied, "I'm not criticizing him. I just think it is remarkable that he has the prettiest hair of all of us and that he is going to model in New york. I guess I am a little envious". "Oh Amber", Jamie said, "I don't want you to feel badly. I really had no choice about becoming a girl. Mom raised me as a girl since I was a baby". "That's right", said Stacy, "and I'm glad your mom made you a girl or I wouldn't have the best roommate in the world". Stacy went and hugged Jamie, and Jamie, being the sweetie that he is, pulled Amber into the hug too. For the next couple of hours the girls talked about their lives, their friends,fashionable clothes, and other girlish themes until it was time to turn off the lights and go to sleep. Jamie and Stacy slipped into their pink and blue nylon nightgowns and soon were in dreamland, awaiting the next day of adventure at the Briarcliff School for girls. As Jamie's mother I thought, "What a wonderful life my darling son is living. He has been spared the all too aggressive world of men and boys and has been wonderfully received into the more loving community of women and girls where gentleness, sensitivity and caring relationships are highly esteemed. He has come to appreciate the beauty of a delicate flower, the sweet song of a robin in the Spring, and the sound of a gentle wind blowing through his long hair. He has experienced pleasures unknown to most boys such as feeling pretty in a pink party dress, having mother tenderly brush and curl his hair and the thrill of balancing in his first high heels. He has worn a mini skirt, real pearls and dangling earrings and all the joys of girlhood have been his. He has sat demurely at mother's vanity table and had red lipstick applied to his lips, nail polish applied to his nails and eye shadow applied to his long lashes. Yes, my Jamie is mommy's girl and I am so happy for my daughter. Chapter #13 "The Mother's Luncheon" My son Jamie was so busy at Briarcliff during the Fall and Spring semesters that he discontinued writing in his diary for several months and started calling me on the telephone every few days to tell me about his school activities. We ran up a considerable telephone bill but it was worth the expense to keep in touch with my little girl. I must tell you that the Christmas Holiday modeling in New York went well and the five Briarcliff girls looked absolutely charming in the March fashion section of "Young Miss" Magazine. The Stapleton twins have become very lovely girls and modeling pretty Spring dresses for "Young Miss" did wonders for their confidence. I really think that their boyish tree climbing days are over forever. I must tell you about one of the more interesting meetings that I attended as a mother of a Briarcliff student. Each year, in April, there is a unpublicized meeting of the Briarcliff Staff and the mothers of Briarcliff boys. Karen Chandler initiated these yearly meetings to keep the mothers of the boys well informed about their feminization. The meetings provide the mothers with an opportunity to ask questions and give the staff an opportunity to make recommendations to the mothers. Fathers are not encouraged to attend as the Staff feels that the boys need to identify with their mothers and other women and girls, and not be exposed to any male influences during their specialized training. In addition to the mothers of currently enrolled students, mothers who are sending their boys to Briarcliff in the Fall are also invited to attend. As many of their sons are still not aware of their mother's plans to make them girls, the meeting is helpful in that it enables them to hear how more experienced mothers have dealt with putting their sons in dresses for the first time. I arrived at Briarcliff on April 5 and attended the reception that was given for the mothers at an evening banquet in the dining hall. After a delicious supper, entertainment was provided by the girl's choral group and individual students at the School. I immediately picked out Stacy in the chorus. My son's roommate has a beautiful voice and I saw her looking my way and smiling during the performance. She loves my son and I have the greatest love for Stacy who is Jamie's best friend. I and the other mothers were especially touched by fifteen year old Heather Pendergraft who read a sweet tribute to his mother, thanking her for making him a girl. After completing his reading Heather wiped away a tear from his eye as he curtsied to the ladies. It was so sweet. Heather, who used to be a boy named Jason, looked lovely in a long, light blue satin gown with three quarter length sleeves that his mother had made for him. After the performance, Headmistress Chandler invited all sixteen mothers into the beautifully decorated lounge where she would lead this special gathering of mothers who chose to send their sons to a girl's school.. She welcomed all of us, paying special attention to the four mothers of the boys who would be entering Briarcliff as girls in the Fall semester. Ms. Chandler said, "Ladies, on behalf of the Briarcliff School for Girls staff, I am so delighted to welcome you to this annual get together that has meant so much to our mothers of "special" girls. I esteem each one of you and value your attendance at this gathering, as you have shown great love towards your sons by providing them with an opportunity to get the very best prep school education available. Of course your boys will be treated a little differently here at Briarcliff than if they were going to school elsewhere." At this, the mothers smiled and some even laughed for truer words had never been spoken. While Ms Chandler didn't come right out and say it, the fact is that their sons would cease to be boys at Briarcliff and become prettily dressed girls in a totally feminine setting. As I listened to her words I thought, "I am glad that I made my son a girl and I know that the other mothers feel the same way that I do. Some boys were just meant to be girls!" Noticing that the mothers of the boys who would be enrolled in September appeared a little nervous, Karen said, "Some of you are a little apprehensive but I want to assure you that your boys will be in good hands. Our teachers and counselors are highly skilled at fulfilling the purpose for which you have sent your sons here. So be sure, mothers, your boys will not leave Briarcliff the same. You may bring them here as sons but when they graduate they will have become delightful young ladies. In short, mothers, your boys will become girls, just as you have always dreamed. As for you moms who have junior and senior boys in attendance, I don't have to tell you of the wonderful things that your boys have already experienced at Briarcliff. A few of you had unwilling, unruly boys whom you had to almost drag to school here, but after proper training they have developed into very well behaved teen age girls. Isn't that right, Nancy?" Nancy Adams who was sitting in the front row, smiled and replied, "Oh, yes Karen. My Bobbi is not the same child that I brought here three years ago." Nancy was referring to her very pretty Bobbi Adams who was on the junior varsity cheer leading squad and who won a scholarship from the Singer Company for winning first prize in a regional sewing competition. Bobbi designed and sewed together a gorgeous white satin evening gown that drew raves from prominent New York designers. Karen continued, "Yes, Bobbi is one of our top girls at school and we are all very proud of his accomplishments. "Ladies", Karen continued, "perhaps one of the most profitable exercises that we have had at our annual meetings has been the breaking up into small groups to discuss how we might best achieve our common goal of making your young sons into the lovely girls they were meant to be." "Let's see", said Karen. "We have sixteen moms and there are four staff members present. Why don't we break up into groups of four and then we can have one staff person in each group." Everything went smoothly as the women randomly went to different parts of the large lounge where tables and very comfortable chairs were set up. I found myself with Julie's mom, Linda Peterson, Elaine Callaway, the mother of a senior boy and Tina Edwards, who was the mother of a boy enrolled for the coming Fall term. Karen Chandler herself, was the staff person in our group and she started the discussion by asking Elaine to share a little about why she sent her son to the Briarcliff School for Girls. "Well, Chrissy Ann was just like Nancy's boy Bobbi", Elaine began. "He was so wild as a boy and he wouldn't obey his father or me. He stayed out too late even as a sixth grader, began to smoke, and his father and I felt that he was in with a bad crowd. We were worried that if he continued associating with such friends, he would eventually drop out of school and perhaps even end up in jail. Because he wasn't a very big boy for his age he was always being the daredevil to impress his friends. One day after shopping with his older sister Barbara, I came home to find the house filled with smoke. Chris had thrown a cigarette butt into the trash and it was smoldering when we arrived. We were quite fortunate that he didn't set the house on fire. I was so angry that I went over to his friends house, took him by the arm and brought him home." "I sat him down on the living room sofa and said "What am I going to do with you, Son? I do not appreciate the way that you are behaving. Why can't you be more like your sister?" Well, Chris just smirked and I heard my sixteen year old Barbara say, "It's too bad he wasn't born a girl, mom. He'd be better behaved as a sister." Chris said, "Oh shut up Barb. What do you know?". Well, that was the last straw. I was tired of my son's ungentlemanly behavior and I surprised myself by saying, "Barb is right Chris, Maybe you should have been a girl!" Barb said, "Why don't you punish him by making him be one, mom?" "Hmmmm", I thought. I had read about petticoat punishment being used to discipline boys in Victorian England but I had never heard of a mother using it here as a disciplinary measure. But I felt desparate because of my inability to control my child and in a wild moment I grabbed him and said, "Chris, you've talked back once too often so I'm going to see if we can't make you a more gentle and better behaved child". "Come and help me, Barb!". Mother and daughter took Chris by the arms and dragged him up the stairs to Barbara's bedroom where they stripped off all his clothes. "What are you doing to me"? he yelled. "Let me go! Let me go!" "We'll let you go honey but not until we have finished with you". "Finished with me? What are you going to do to me?" I looked my son right in the eye and told him, "I am going to make you into a girl, Chris. We'll see if you are so rowdy when you have to wear a pretty dress and petticoat!" "Oh nooooo!", screamed Chris. But it was too late. Mother and sis had already gotten all his clothes off and had him in pink satin panties and a pink full skirted petticoat of Barb's, before he knew it. "Oh look at the little sissy", Barb laughed. She pointed at him saying, "Chrissy is a girl! Chrissy is a girl!" "Stop that immediately!", I said. "Barbara, do not make fun of him. I am serious about making him a girl and I need you to help me train him, not tease him". Barbara apologized and I told her to pick out one of her dresses for her brother. She handed me a sissy pink lace dress and I slipped it over my new daughter's head and zipped it up. Chrissy started to cry, but I really loved him in the dress and immediately thought to myself, "Why did I wait so long to do this. Being a girl will make him a more gentle child. Chrissy fought us like a stubborn boy for days but gradually my son's demeanor began to change as it was difficult for him to maintain his boyish attitude in the very frilly dresses I forced him to wear. Barb was such a help and she went out of her way to make Chrissy feel like her little sister.I moved Chrissy into Barb's very girlish room, made him play with dolls and kept pretty nail polish on his nails. It was such fun changing a self willed boy into a young lady. I loved every minute of it and I would recommend it to any mothers who are tired of dealing with misbehaved boys. Chrissy is much more fun to be around as a girl and he has finally fully accepted his role as a young woman. Not that he had any choice, I might add!" The ladies all laughed as they realized that some boys need more than a few words of encouragement. They had to be forced to become girls for their own good. "Well ladies", Elaine continued, "Chrissy is now a senior girl at Briarcliff and is about to go into fashion design. He has long brown hair, loves to wear dresses, silk blouses and pleated skirts, high heels and he never goes out without his earrings. He and Barbara are close like sisters and I am thankful that Briarcliff has finished the task I started by training him in the ways of a young lady. After his first few weeks in dresses at home, I knew right away that Briarcliff was the school for him and I have never regretted my decision. I have two daughters now and I am the happiest mother alive". All the ladies in the group applauded when Elaine finished talking and Karen said, "Do any of you have any questions for Elaine"? Tina, whose boy would be attending Briarcliff in just just about five months said, "Elaine, how long did it take your son to get used to wearing dresses? My son Tommy has never worn a dress in his life and I'm afraid he'll hate being a girl." Before Elaine had a chance to respond, Karen said, "Hon, first tell us why you are sending Tommy to Briarcliff". Tina lowered her eyes and said, "Because I am a single mom and I can't stand the thought of losing him. I feel that we will be so much closer if he is a girl during his teen age years. Boys become so independent and I want us to always be close friends." "Oh Tina, that is so sweet", said Karen. "Well, we will help make Tommy your very best girl friend. Do you have a name chosen for him, Tina". "Yes", smiled Tina. "I thought I would call him Marilyn! It is so feminine. You know, Marilyn Monroe! She was so pretty and I want to make him a pretty girl too". I looked at Tina and smiled, saying, "Yes, Tina, Marilyn is a darling name for a boy about to become a girl. He will grow to love his name eventually". "Oh, I hope so!" replied Tina. Everyone then looked at Elaine to get her answer to the question that was asked her about how long it took her son to get used to wearing dresses.. She replied, "It took about two weeks, Tina. I didn't let Chrissy wear anything but dresses during that time and I forced him to sleep in frilly nighties and panties. By the end of two weeks he was walking like a girl and seemed to feel so much more natural in skirts than the first day that he wore them". Soon the ladies were talking about their boys freely as if they had been girls all their young lives. Julie's mom Linda Peterson volunteered, "Julie was difficult at first and told me that he wouldn't go to Briarcliff". "What did you do, Linda?" asked Tina? "I got rid of all his boy's clothes and filled his closets with dresses, Tina. So if Julie wanted to ever go out of the house he would have to wear a dress. There were no pants or jeans in his closet for him to wear". "That was one way to do it", laughed Elaine. Linda continued, "One day I just sat him down on the couch and told him that I always wanted a girl, even before he was born. I explained to him that was the reason why I didn't cut his hair until he was five. Julie had long hair just like a girl when he was little and I am ashamed to admit that I deliberately curled his hair and put ribbons in it". "Oh don't be silly, Linda. You don't have to be ashamed of doing that. Your son is a beautiful young girl now because you loved him enough to make him a sweet and gentle child", replied Elaine. Linda responded, "Thank you Elaine. You are very sweet to say that. I did enjoy making Julie a sissy! I used to make him wear pretty satin panties under his boy's clothes when he started school. But it was so frustrating to me because every time I put panties on him, I really wanted to dress him in a slip and dress as well. I wanted Julie to be a complete girl. So when I heard about Briarcliff, I couldn't resist sending him here". "Well, we are so delighted that you did, Linda", Karen said. Julie is lovely and he recently spent the Thanksgiving holiday with you and Jamie", didn't he Susan? "Oh yes", I said. "Julie and Jamie are the best of friends and they had a wonderful time playing dress up and attending a doll show. You should have seen him in my wedding dress! He was the prettiest young bride that you could imagine". Tina seemed so encouraged at hearing these success stories and said, "I just hope that Tommy will be as adaptable to being a girl as each of your sons. Is there anything I should do now to prepare him for school"? Karen asked, "Have you given him any idea as to what is in store for him, Tina"? "No, I really haven't", Tina responded. "Do any of you ladies have any suggestions for Tina", asked Karen. "Well Tina", exclaimed Linda, "You must really get him into a dress, hon. It will be a lot easier on him if he learns a little about being a girl before he arrives here. Once he arrives, he will not be wearing pants anymore. The students aren't ever allowed to wear pants here, only dresses and skirts. If you teach him how to walk in a dress like a girl, sit like a lady, and how to make a proper curtsy, it will be so much easier for him to fit in with the other girls". "That's right Tina", said Karen. "Starting to feminize him now will be in his best interest and giving him a chance to feel comfortable in girl's clothes will reduce the shock of being thrust into a totally feminine world such as exists at Briarcliff". Linda said, "And Tina, it will save him the embarrassment of going through what the Stapleton twins have to go through. They must wear the dresses of a very little girl until they show they are mature enough as girls to wear the Briarcliff uniform. Isn't that right, Karen? The ladies all looked at Karen and she explained the "Little Girl" discipline policy at Briarcliff. Karen said, "We occasionally have young boys arriving at Briarcliff who oppose their mother's desire to feminize them. As that would be very disruptive for the rest of the girls and might even cause a rebellion among boys who have been in dresses for a while, we use this highly effective means to help the new boys become young ladies". "Oh, maybe wearing baby dresses would be good for him", laughed Tina. "But I do want him to fit in and maybe I need to get him into a dress as soon as possible". "That would be best Tina", I said. "My Jamie has always worn dresses and the longer Tommy is in skirts, the better he will like it. Almost all the boys at Briarcliff have made their mothers proud of them and not one of them has ever wanted to go back to being a boy again". "Oh good", said Tina. "I think I will start calling him Marilyn, as soon as I return home". Karen Chandler was pleased that the conversation was going so well. She was gratified that she was able to help these fine mothers realize their dreams of having their sons become their daughters. Knowing that my eleven year old has been a girl since early childhood, Karen asked me to share some of my secrets that successfully transformed Jamie into a happy, very adjusted little girl. I began, "Well, I think it is very important that we, as mothers, set a good example for our sons by being very feminine ourselves. When Jamie was little I always wore make up and dresses around the house and I treated him like a little daughter. I know your boy is older Tina, but it is not too late to begin treating him like a young lady. When you talk to him, see him as a girl, and ask him to comment on your clothes, make up, jewelry and so forth. Every day I would ask Jamie, 'Do you like mommy's dress, honey'? I made him take notice of girlish things and soon he was very comfortable offering his opinion on the dresses other women and girls were wearing as well. It wasn't long before I drew his attention to his own clothes and often asked him if he liked the new outfits that I bought him. I told him things like, 'Oh Jamie, you are mother's favorite when you are wearing a pretty dress'. I always kept a matching silk hair ribbon in his hair and we would do each other's nails so that Jamie came to love doing feminine things with me. Little by little his thoughts and interests became those of a little girl and he was far more comfortable in dresses like his mother than he ever would be in the rather drab clothes that boys are forced to wear. When I took him shopping with me, we often wore mother and daughter dresses to assist him in identifying even further with me. Of course I made very certain that he wore the darling undies of a girl as well. I put him in the frilliest slips and panties and made sure that his little girl lingerie was color coordinated. To be honest, ladies, I made Jamie a very sissy girl". Tina was so excited and said, "Oh Susan, that is such a wonderful story. I do hope that Tommy, I mean Marilyn, can be like your Jamie". Just then, Karen looked at her watch and said, "Ladies, I have a surprise for you. She walked over to the door, opened it and said, "Please come in girls. In walked Stacy, MaryAnn McCreary, Jamie, and the Stapleton twins in their finest Sunday dresses. Ladies, Karen said, "These are the girls chosen by the Gabrielle Montaigne Agency to model for Young Miss Magazine, and guess what? Some of you may not know this, but some of them are boys just like your sons"! "Oh my goodness", said, Tina. "I can't tell which ones are the boys. They are all beautiful little girls". The children did look cute in their pastel colored dresses. My son was in a baby blue dress with a full skirt. It had a lacy Peter Pan collar and he modeled it so daintily. Stacy and Mary Ann were in white and yellow dresses respectively and the Stapleton boys, Roberta and Stephanie were in their usual white lace pinafore dresses, with exquisite detailed embroidery on the bodice. Karen continued, "Susan and Cynthia (referring to me and Cynthia Stapleton), since you know who the boys are, please don't give it away. We want the other ladies to guess which ones are the boys". There were squeals of delight from the mothers for they had hopes of making their own sons as lovely as the young ladies standing before them. The twins, looking like toddler girls, were absolutely adorable. Karen said, "Take a guess, Tina"! Tina ran her fingers through her long hair and said, "Oh this is so difficult. They are all so darling. It is hard to believe that there is a boy here". She pointed to Mary Ann McCreary and said, "Are you the boy, honey"? Well, all the young models giggled because Tina had chosen a real girl. Mary Ann shook her head and the other girls teased her a little saying, "Oh MaryAnn, you're a boy!" Mary Ann, being a good natured little girl said, "Oh, I am not"! She also thought it was funny that Tina couldn't pick out the real boys. Well, Karen didn't want any of the mothers or the children to be embarrassed, so she said, Will the sweet little boys please step forward and make a curtsy for us"? Well you could hear the sighs of amazement as my blond, long haired princess and the identically dressed Stapleton twins stepped forward and curtsied to the women. All the mothers began to clap as Karen said, "Ladies I want you to meet the former sons and now daughters of Susan Graham and Cynthia Stapleton". The girls curtsied again and appeared to be so happy being their mother's precious daughters. Jamie ran over and gave me a hug and I brushed his long hair back from his forehead and fixed his hair ribbon. I held my son as the other girls mixed with the ladies and were the recipients of many compliments on their femininity. Each of the mothers at the luncheon were so encouraged by the reassuring words of the headmistress and the sharing that went on. There was an exchange of addresses and telephone numbers and plans were made for mothers from the same area to meet together and take their sons dress shopping during the summer break. Pictures were exchanged of prettily dressed boys and each mother resolved to double her efforts to change her son into the sweetest little girl possible. Those mothers who suffered criticism from relatives for feminizing their sons were reinforced in the correctness of their actions by other mothers in attendance and some lasting friendships were formed. I felt happy for the mothers as they were experiencing the same joy that I was in having a sweet girl child instead of a boy, to dress up pretty and to take shopping. We all looked forward to seeing our sons develop as lovely young women and knew that we had made a decision that was in their very best interest. I thought to myself, "Three cheers for Briarcliff. It has helped each one of us change our sons into the daughters of our dreams. I hugged Tina and said, "Tina, I can't wait to see Tommy fully clothed in a pretty pink dress and matching hair ribbon". Tina smiled and said, "You will, Susan, you will"! Chapter #14 "A Pageant for Boys" "Oh Susan, you should be so proud of Jamie. He is such a girl"! I couldn't help but smile as I heard the normally reserved and very professional head mistress of the Briar Cliff School for Girls sing the praises of my lovely son, Jamie. Karen Chandler had called to tell me that Jamie not only finished first academically in his seventh grade class but that he was also voted the most popular girl in his class. Jamie had already told me this when he came home from school two days ago, but I said, "Why thank you, Karen. I must really give you all the credit for helping Jamie to become a sweet and properly behaved little girl. I just love Briarcliff for what they have accomplished". "Oh Susan", she replied, "it is mothers like you that make our task at Briarcliff so much easier. When Jamie came here a year ago it was apparent to all of us that he was perfectly feminized by a wise and loving mother." I thanked Karen and told her that Jamie's training as a girl would continue through the summer break and that I expected him to be as excited as any young school girl about his second year at Briarcliff. Karen continued, "Susan, I want you to know that one of the mothers of a '96 Briarcliff grad is putting on a special pageant for beautiful boys and I think that Jamie would have a very good chance of winning first prize. Do you think that you might be interested?" "Really"?, I replied. "How fascinating, Karen! Please tell me more!!" Karen responded, "Well Susan, it is going to be held at Emily Townsend's beautiful home in Winnetka, Illinois, right on Lake Michigan. Her son Amy just graduated from Briarcliff and Emily wanted to have a farewell gathering for him and his friends. Emily remembers you and Jamie from the mother's meeting and wondered if it would be possible for the two of you to attend". "Oh yes, Karen", I said. "Please do tell her that we are interested.." I thanked Karen for the wonderful things she said about Jamie and told her that I would be anxiously awaiting a letter from Emily Townsend. Upon hanging up the telephone, I called my son into the living room. Jamie had stayed up late watching Cinderella on a video, and at 9:00 in the morning he was still in his white satin lace nightie. He ran over to me an gave me a sweet hug. I kissed my son on the cheek and said, "My, my, don't we look pretty this morning?" I noticed that he has painted his finger and toe nails a pretty pink color the evening before and he was the picture of innocent femininity in his silky night gown and dainty panties. "Jamie dear", I said, "I just talked to Headmistress Chandler and you'll never guess what she told me". "What did she say, mother"?, Jamie asked. "She told me that there is going to be a beauty contest honey, and that she thinks that you are pretty enough to win". "But mother, I can't be in a contest with real girls", Jamie exclaimed. "Oh don't be silly dear. You are more of a girl than any girl I know. Besides sweetheart, this is going to be a beauty pageant for boys like you, who are being raised as girls". Jamie's little eyes lit up and he said, "Oh mother, do you really think I can win?". I hugged him again and said, "Sweet girl, we are going to make you the lovliest little princess at the pageant. Now go and put your dress on and come and help me set the table. Your aunt Debbie and cousin Stephanie are coming for lunch". Jamie returned to his room and came back down attired in his light blue dress with the peter pan collar and lovely smocking. He looked beautiful, and as so often happens, my eyes filled with tears at seeing my gentle son looking so pretty and girlish. Seeing his sweet innocence, I thought, as I have so often thought, "Jamie was meant to be my daughter and nature's making him a boy was simply a mistake that needed to be corrected". I have no regrets about changing Jamie into a girl. His little skirt swished as he walked and since being at Briarcliff with so many real girls, he behaves just like a girl. I said, "Jamie dear, start setting the table now". Jamie smiled and began putting out our best china in the proper setting as he had learned at Briarcliff. As he sashayed around our dining room, setting the table , I wanted to sweep him up in my arms and hug him, and tell him that he is always going to be my little girl. I will never let this darling child be a boy again. A knock on the door brought me out of my dream world. It was Debbie and Stephanie. They entered our home in their lovely summer frocks and almost simultaneously said to Jamie, "Oh Jamie, what a lovely dress"! Debbie picked Jamie up, smoothed his skirts and said, "How is my favorite little niece today?" Jamie just blushed and said, "Fine thank you, Aunt Debbie". Stephanie, a real girl, then said, "Jamie, let's go to your room. I want to play with your newest dolls". I just knew she would do that. Jamie has the largest doll collection of anyone I know. Ever since I bought him his first Barbie, he has loved playing with dolls. So the two girls were off in a flash to play their girlish games. I told Debbie about the headmistresses call and the forthcoming beauty pageant for boys. She got quite excited and said, "Oh Susan, let him enter. Jamie is so pretty. He will win for sure". "Oh I don't know Susan, there are lots of pretty boys and some of the boys will be brought by their mothers from all over the country". "Don't be silly Susan", said Debbie. "Have you taken a good look at your son lately? He is totally a girl. He is beautiful, Susan, and when you have him in a pretty dress, there is not a soul in the world that would guess that he is a boy". Debbie then said, "Susan, Stephie and I will go with you and the three of us should be able to get Jamie looking so gorgeous that he will be the prettiest girl there." Soon the light lunch which Jamie and I had prepared was ready and I called the girls. The two came bounding down the stairs hand in hand with two of Jamie's prettiest dolls. Debbie said, "Oh girls, those dolls are beautiful. Which one is your favorite Jamie"? Jamie smiled and said, "I love my Rapunzel doll that I bought at the Doll Show most of all". Debbie took the doll gently from Jamie, held her up and said, "I can see why dear. She has long blong hair just like yours". Jamie hugged his aunt and I said, "Honey, would you like to serve the quiche now? Let mommy tie your pretty lace apron on you so you don't spill on your dress". I put the apron on my boy and he proceeded to serve lunch to our guests like a perfect little girl. After dinner, we all exchanged hugs and we said goodbye to Debbie and Stephanie. Debbie waved as she walked to their car, saying, "Be a good girl for your mother, Jamie dear". Jamie curtsied and said, "I will Aunt Debbie". I thought, "Oh, how I love my prettily dressed boy. He is such a young lady". Three days later a letter regarding the Lake Michigan Beauty Pageant for Boys was in our mailbox. I torn open the pink, perfumed envelope and began to read. Here is a copy of the letter. Dear Susan, As you know, I recently chatted with Karen Chandler about my hosting a beauty pageant for boys. I understand that you would like to have your precious Jamie participate. Amy and I would be delighted to have you come. The contest will be at my home on June 15 and we do look forward to seeing which boy will become the first "Little Miss Briarcliff". Please plan to arrive the evening of the 14th. Cordially yours, Emily Townsend My sister, niece, Jamie and I immediately began making plans to fly to Chicago. Further correspondence with Emily served to inform us that the winner and four runners up would be judged on beauty, poise, and overall femininity as well as on how well they did in the prom gown, school girl uniform and talent competition. Several generous monetary prizes, including a full college scholarship were to be awarded to the winners. Jamie was very excited and we began to plan his wardrobe for the trip. The four of us arrived in Chicago on a Friday evening and took a taxi from O'Hare Airport to the lovely Lake shore area of Winnetka. We drove through the gates of the Townsend estate and along a long winding road, bordered by beautifully landscaped trees, bushes, flowers and statues on each side, until the taxi came to a stop in front of the palatial family mansion. One of Emily Townsend's female servants welcomed us, and ushered us into the beautiful hall of one of the lovliest homes I have seen. Suddenly, Emily herself burst out of the living room and greeted us with a warm embrace. Looking at Jamie, attired in a delicate short lavender dress, she exclaimed, "Oh, Jamie! Everything I have heard about you is true. You are such a beautiful little girl" My son curtsied as he had been taught to do when complimented by women or girls and said, "Thank you Ms Townsend". She gave him a little hug and instructed one of her maids to show all of us to our rooms. Jamie's and my room was a very spacious third floor bedroom decorated in shades of pink and white. It was a delightfully feminine room and both of us felt very comfortable in it. My sister and Stephanie were put up in an adjoining room. As the informal judging would begin at brunch the next morning, I needed to bathe Jamie and polish his nails this evening. We didn't want to stay up too late as I wanted my son to have a fresh look when he paraded before the judges in his lovely gown and heels. So I said, "Jamie dear, slip out of your dress and get ready for your bath". Jamie undressed and I handed him his rose colored bathrobe to put on with his matching slippers. After drawing his water, my son stepped into the tub and I proceeded to bathe him. At sweet mother and daughter times like these, I am always amazed at how soft Jamie's skin is, just like a girls. He loves being pampered and playfully splashed in the scented water that was full of delightful bubbles. I again thought, "What a darling little girl my son has become. I can't wait to see him in his gown tomorrow." Jamie stepped out of the tub and I wrapped him in a fluffy pink towel and patted him dry. After draping the towel around him the way girls do, so that his upper body was also covered, I went to his suitcase and brought out his pink satin baby doll night gown and matching panties. Holding up the panties, I said, "Step into them dear", and I pulled them up his little body. "Now hold out your hands honey, and let mommy get you into your nightie". Jamie complied and I slipped the girlish garment over his arms and it fell to his mid thighs. "How does that feel, precious"?, I asked. Jamie just smiled and spun around, his little skirt swirling like a ballerinas. "Silly girl", I laughed. "Now come here my sweet little princess and let me start on your hair". Holding my hair dryer in one hand and my brush in the other, I began to style his long blonde hair. As I lovingly brushed his hair, Jamie said, "Mother, please tell me again why you make me into a girl". I lovingly pulled his head close to mine and replied, "Because you were always meant to be a little girl, honey". Sometimes children are born in a sex that is just not right for them. When the nurse first handed you to me I thought immediately, Oh he is way too pretty to be a boy. You had such lovely eyes and delicate features and I just knew that I couldn't let you grow up to be a man". As I continued to answer my son's question, I teased his long hair and thought that many girls would do anything to have such pretty, luxurious hair. I went on, "So Jamie, when you were taken home from the hospital, you were wrapped in pink rather than blue and placed in a room decorated for a baby girl. We thought you were going to be a little girl like your cousin Stephanie, honey, and we were right"! As I played with his hair, Jamie snuggled up close to me and I felt that even as the silk of our pink night gowns touched so was our mother and daughter bond being strengthened. Jamie volunteered, "I am glad that I am a girl like you mother". He pulled down the skirt of his nightie with a very feminine gesture and I kissed him on the cheek saying, "I am glad too sweetheart. You are mommy's girl and mommy is very proud of you". After brushing for what much have been more than two hundred strokes, I said, "Well pretty girl, it is time for us to get some sleep. You have a big day tomorrow and you might just finish the day by being crowned, 'Little Miss Briarcliff'". Jamie looked up into my eyes and said, "Oh mother, that would be lovely". He closed his eyes and I pulled the white satin sheet and pink cover over my girlishly clad son. I held him tenderly, hardly remembering that he was a boy, and soon we drifted off to dreamland. I awoke earier than Jamie and began to get ready for the day's activities. I put on a pretty summer floral dress with a pleated skirt and my white sandals for the morning brunch. Letting my son sleep until the very last moment, I finally shook him gently and said, "Sweetie, it's time to rise and shine. Wake up little girl. Wake up"! Jamie rolled over and tried to go back to sleep but I tickled him and he squirmed and laughed until he jumped up out of bed. After his shower I dressed him in panties, white stockings, a full white nylon slip a white summer dress with cute little violets across the bodice and Mary Jane shoes. Slowly buttoning the pearl buttons of the back of his dress I said, "Honey, the judges are going to be looking at all the girls this morning so be on your very best behavior. Be very ladylike, take little dainty steps, smile at everyone and be sure to hold your skirts down if it is a bit windy near the Lake". "Yes mother", Jamie replied. I knew that he would do well but like most mothers, I am always giving a little extra advice. Jamie and I strolled out of our room and walked downstairs to where brunch was being served. The setting was beautiful and after going through one of several serving lines, one could sit either inside or outside on a patio overlooking Lake Michigan. Walking around the grounds we could see mothers with their girlishly dressed sons eating daintily or just enjoying the beautiful setting. I thought to myself, "None of the boys are in jeans or shorts. Everyone of them is in a dress". There was no doubt that all of these mothers were in earnest about their sons being girls. Jamie placed a box of cocoa puffs, a bagel and cream cheese and a glass of skim milk on his tray while I had a an order of french toast and hot tea.. As we searched for a table, an attractive young woman invited us to sit down with her and her son. She gestured towards two chairs, asked us to be seated, and said, "I'm Lisa Romero and this is my son Laura Ann. "We're Susan and Jamie, I responded. "So nice to meet you." Now I have seen pretty boys before but I must admit that I was shocked by this black haired, brown eyed boy with the biggest eyes I have ever seen. He was absolutely beautiful, and attired in a white embroidered full length dress, he was the picture of girlish femininity. His mother had arranged his hair in a page boy style with a lovely white satin ribbon. I couldn't help staring and I saw Lisa Romero smile knowingly at my unspoken acknowledgment of his beauty. As Jamie, who is quite beautiful himself, and I sat down, Lisa said, "Laura Ann has been looking forward to the pageant for some time, haven't you dear"? Jamie and I smiled at him, but Laura Ann just looked away to the total annoyance of his mother. She said, "Laura Ann, remember what I told you this morning. You had better be good"! Apparently there was something going on between them that was unknown to Jamie and me. Suddenly Lisa stood up, excused herself, took her son by the arm and led him to another table where three very athletic looking girls were seated. She talked to them in an animated way and within seconds the three surrounded Laura Ann and led him into the house. Then Lisa returned to our table. She said, "Please excuse Laura Ann for his bad manners. You see he doesn't want to be in the pageant and thinks that he is going to be able to go back to being a boy again". Without knowing it Jamie and I found ourselves about to be thrust into the middle of a mother and son battle rather than simply enjoying a pleasant Saturday morning brunch on the shores of Lake Michigan. Lisa Romero reached for a cigarette in her purse and began to share her concerns about her only son Stephen, who was definitely too pretty to be a boy. Lisa took a long puff on her cigarette and said, "I hope you don't mind my sharing this with you. It has been so stressful for me". I said, "No, hon. Tell us what is the matter. Why doesn't Laura Ann want to be in the contest"? He is certainly a very beautiful little girl" "That's just it, Susan. He hates being a girl. He hates wearing dresses. He refuses to play with dolls and it is a struggle every day to get him into a dress. I am so, afraid that he is going to cut his long hair or run away. So I told him that if he continues to rebel about wearing dresses and hair ribbons, I am going to put him in the hospital and have the surgeons make him a girl for good. That is the only thing that he is afraid of". "But Lisa", I said, "If Laura Ann hates being a girl so very much, why don't you just let him be a boy". "Oh hon, you don't understand", she replied. "You see when Stephen, that was his name then, was eight years old, I wasn't the best mother. I started drinking when I learned that my attorney husband was being unfaithful. Soon afterwards he filed for divorce and by using his considerable influence and exaggerating my drinking problem, he was able to win custody of Stephen. I couldn't stand to lose Stephen so I fled from Los Angeles to Chicago. To avoid detection, I dressed Stephen as a little girl as the police would not be looking for a mother and daughter. His father has hired several detective agencies and even now after three years, he is trying to find him. If it wasn't for the support of Emily Townsend, a friend of my mother's who lets us live on her estate, I would have lost my child to his unfaithful father." As you know, Emily likes feminine boys and when her son Amy left to enroll at Briarcliff, she invited us to live with her so that there would still be a girlish boy around to prettify and make a fuss over. Susan, what shall I do? I can't leave the estate and risk having my husband find us but if Laura Ann keeps rebelling against being a girl, I am afraid that Emily Townsend is going to ask us to leave". Lisa started to cry and I found myself putting my arms around her and assuring her that everything was going to work out. "First let me talk to Laura Ann hon, and then, if necessary, I will talk to Emily. I am sure that we can work something out so that Laura Ann will always be with you". I learned that the three girls who led Laura Ann into the house were employees of Emily Townsend and that one of them was a nurse. When Laura Ann was acting up they gave him a mild sedative and put him to bed. Lisa, Jamie and I walked up to his room and sat on the edge of his ivory lace bedspread. The room was that of a young girls, with white furniture including a little vanity with a Victorian era doll propped against the mirror. "Hi Laura Ann", I said. The child looked away as he had done at the breakfast table. I said, "Honey, my name is Susan and I want to talk to you for a few minutes. Is that alright, sweetheart? I have a son like you and I know just how you feel". I stroked his hair and said, "Laura Ann, your mother loves you very much and wants to protect you from anyone who would take you away from her. That is why she made you a girl, sweetheart. You must not be ashamed of that. I know that it feels very different to wear dresses Laura Ann, but you do look pretty in them and have already adjusted so well to being a girl. My son Jamie didn't like his dresses at first either", I fibbed, "but soon he wanted more and more so he could be my pretty daughter". Then Laura Ann spoke for the first time saying, "But I'm a boy. I'm not a sissy. I don't want to wear dresses. I want to wear pants again". "Oh Laura Ann", I replied, "you just don't realize what you are saying. Your mother loves you too much to let you be a boy. You must be a girl for her so that your daddy doesn't come and take you away and force you to be a little man. Honey, please don't fight being a girl. Your mommy is determined that you will wear dresses and I agree with her that it is best for you in these circumstances". I got out my hair brush and began brushing Laura Ann's hair hoping that I would get through to him. I had no doubts in my mind that Lisa would have her child surgically feminized right away if his attitude didn't change. She was a desperate woman and was not about to risk losing her son to her unfaithful husband. It wasn't that losing his maleness would be bad for Laura Ann. I am in favor of little boys being made totally into girls, but it is preferable that they be previously feminized so that they desire this for themselves, for there is no going back to being a boy once this happens. I craddled Laura Ann in my arms and said, "Dear, if you are good and accept being a little girl, Jamie and I can help you to like it. We have such fun as mother and daughter and you and your mom and Jamie and I can do so many girl things together". I continued, "Look at me Laura Ann"! Laura Ann looked into my eyes and I said, "Honey, Jamie and I want you to act like a big girl, so tell your mother that you will be her daughter and that you will be in the pageant today. Did you know that there is a big prize for the winner? Laura Ann, you can win a full college scholarship! Wouldn't that be nice"? I hugged Lisa's sweet boy and felt that I was getting through to him. He sat up and hugged me and I whispered in his ear, "Just be your mother's little girl, honey. It will be alright. You will soon be totally happy as a girl. Jamie and I will help you to enjoy being a girl and you will soon love it so very much, just like we do". By this time Lisa was crying and I was teary eyed as we saw a breakthrough in this precious child. Laura Ann said, "I will try Susan". Then he sat up on the edge of the bed, gracefully gathering the skirts of his long dress under him. Jamie came over and hugged him as Lisa Romero wiped the tears from her eyes, thankful that she had her little girl back again. She took my arm and said, "Susan, it really is a miracle. Your talking to him seemed to break his boyish spirt and I have my daughter once again. I am so grateful". I smiled and said, "Well hon, many mothers do affectionately refer to me as "The Girlmaker" so I guess there must be some truth to it. But enough of this talk. We have to get Laura Ann and Jamie ready for the school girl uniform judging, which starts in two hours". Then, with Lisa and I both holding our lovely girlishly dressed boys by the hand, we went out to the patio for a cup of tea, prior to dressing the boys in the required outfits for the first judging. Chapter #15 "Little Miss Briarcliff" "Debbie, hand me a bobby pin please", I said frantically to my sister. It was only one hour before Jamie was supposed to be in the ballroom of the Townsend mansion for the start of the Little Miss Briarcliff Pageant. My sister Debbie, Jamie's cousin Stephanie and I, were trying to get my son ready for the contest and the room was full of the sweet frargrance of perfume, hair spray and girlish chatter. Before us sat an eleven year old boy prettily outfitted in a white silk blouse and a pleated navy skirt. On his stocking clad feet he was wearing shiny black patent leather shoes with the prettiest bows. The boy was my son Jamie, whom I have deliberately changed into a little girl. Delicate lace peeked out from under his skirt for my son was also put into a very expensive, hand embroidered satin slip that would be the delight of any feminine child. Closest to his body was his pretty white lace training bra and satin panties, both of which were adorned with little ribbons and bows. We were determined that he would be just picture perfect for the opening segment of the pageant in which the boys would be decked out in their school girl uniforms. As I brushed his long blonde hair, and carefully placed bobby pins in it to hold it in place, Debbie began applying a lovely shade of red to his lips. Meanwhile his thirteen year old cousin was giving Jamie's nails one more coat of polish that matched his lipstick. "Hold still little girl while I make your lips all pretty", I heard Stephanie say to my son. The poor dear was having to learn to be patient like a girl as we prettied him up. Jamie felt so pampered and so utterly girlish that any thought of being a boy was next to impossible. As we continued to feminize my lovely child, he asked, "Mother, is being a young lady as much fun as being a little girl?". I smiled at my son and said, "Yes dear. Being a young lady is better than being a male". "Will I grow up to be a woman, mother"?, Jamie asked. I responded, "Yes, honey, you will be a lovely woman but right now lets concentrate on making you a pretty little girl. Do not be thinking about anything else, dear! Just concentrate on being a little lady and perhaps you will win the college scholarship for being 'Little Miss Briarcliff". "Now stand up Jamie, and let us take a look at you!", I commanded. Jamie stood and held out his skirt, as my sister, Stephanie and I admired our handiwork. Looking at my son, if I didn't know that he was a boy, I would never have guessed. Jamie was the very image of innocent, girlish femininity and any mother would be proud to have him as a daughter. I said, "Girls, let's walk on over to the contest". I handed Jamie a little navy blue clutch purse within which was his lipstick and makeup, in case he needed to freshen up in the ladies room later on. The three of us knew that my son had a very excellent chance of winning the pageant and the full scholarship that accompanied it. As we walked to the elaborately decorated ballroom in Emily Townsend's spacious home, we began to notice the other boys who were entered in the contest. All were attired in sissy school girl uniforms that they were made to wear either in the all girl's private schools that they attended or at home where they were home schooled by their mothers. None of the children attended public schools as their mothers did not want to expose them to boys and boyish behavior. Looking at the faces of the mothers, I have never seen a group of prouder and more confident women than these. All were well to do, being able to send their children to the best prep schools and all were fully secure in their conviction that it is more advantageous to be a woman in today's society. Consequently, they were not ashamed of dressing and treating their sons as girls but were unanimous in their belief that a proper girlhood would make their sons lovely, properly behaved children. While some of the mothers were content with keeping their sons in dresses during their early years, there were others like Lisa Romero who fully planned to have sexual realignment surgery for their boys, whether they liked it or not. It seems that many single mothers with just one son are often quite open to the total feminization of their boys. I found myself relating more and more to that way of thinking for I cannot imagine Jamie's ever having to live in a man's world. My darling child is too much of a girl. As the mother's, family members and prettily dressed boys arrived in the ballroom, the boys were ushered to a backstage room while the rest of us found seats in the auditorium-like ballroom. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and an all girl musical group in long formal gowns played soft music in the left front area of the room. As Debbie, Stephanie and I took our seats we saw Lisa Romero wave and begin to make her way over to us. Her sister Maria was with her and both women sat down next to us. Lisa whispered, "Susan, thank you so much for what you did for Laura Ann. I was telling Maria how you miraculously changed his thinking. He is ready to be a girl now and I am so happy. I am going to schedule him for the operation Susan, the sooner the better, before he has second thoughts. I don't want his father to ever get him back, and making him a total girl will make it so hard for the authorities to find him. Maybe he can even go to Briarcliff". I touched Lisa on the arm and said, "I am so happy I was able to help, dear. Laura Ann will get used to being a girl. He will love how he will be treated just as my son Jamie did". As we chatted, Emily Townsend walked out on the stage to the applause of all who were present. Dressed in a stunning magenta gown, she told us about the origin of the first Little Miss Briarcliff Beauty Pageant for Boys. Addressing those in attendance, she said, "I first thought of a pageant for boys when I saw my lovely 12 year old son Brian admiring girl's dresses. I observed that his eyes were glued to the television set as the girls in the Miss Teen Age America Pageant modeled their pretty gowns and won everyone's hearts with their sweet smiles. I saw a real tenderness in my son for the first time and asked him if he would like to be in a contest like that. Much to my surprise he came over and hugged me and started crying. I said, "What's wrong honey?", and he replied, "Mother, I want to be a girl and wear pretty dresses". "Oh Jamie darling", I said! "You precious little angel. My baby wants to be a little girl and wear pretty clothes?". I wiped away his tears and asked, "Honey, are you sure that you no longer want to be a boy"? Looking me in the eye my sweetheart replied, "I don't like to fight, mommy, or play sports, and the boys are always making fun of me. I want to be a girl like you." Emily paused for a moment, wiping a tear from her own eye and said, "It was then that I decided that I was not going to stand for my son to be teased and ridiculed simply because he was a gentle child and didn't want to compete in sports or fight like a boy". I said, "Would you like me to make you a girl, Brian"? He responded, "Would you, mother? Please"? I told him that it would mean being a girl all the time and that he could not change back and forth anytime he wanted. "Brian", I said, "If you become a girl, mother is going to insist that you wear dresses. You will be forbidden to wear pants and you must never act like a boy. I will train you to be a young lady if you are serious, dear." "Oh goody, Mother. When can we begin?", my son replied. It almost seemed like everything was happening too fast but I liked the idea of having a daughter and I said, "Well honey, why don't you go up to mommy's room and take off your boy clothes. I will be right up." When I got upstairs I did not waste any time but put Brian into a pair of my pink lace panties, a delicate full satin slip with a lacy hem and one of my little pink dresses that fit him perfectly. It was on that night that my son Brian became my daughter Amy, and I would like you to meet her right now." As Emily looked towards the right side of the stage a lovely young girl with long brown hair appeared in a red blazer with a bluish crest and a lovely red pleated skirt. She walked toward the center of the stage and embraced Emily who proceeded to kiss the child on her cheek. Turning to the audience, she said, "I want you to meet my daughter Amy, who just graduated from Karen Chandler's Briarcliff School for Girls" As Amy curtsied to the audience, everyone stood up and loudly applauded the lovely feminized son of the pageant's hostess. Emily then handed him the microphone and he motioned for the audience to be seated. In a trained girlish voice he said, "I want to welcome you to the first annual Little Miss Briarcliff Pageant". The curtains opened and their stood thirty very pretty pre teen and teen age boys beautifully attired in cute school girl uniforms. A beautiful female song leader was standing in front of them and as the music started up, they broke out in the lovliest medley of tunes that one could ever hear. As the boys sang, I looked deeply into the faces of each one and saw not only outward feminine beauty but an inner peace and happiness clearly demonstrated in their singing. I thought, "These boys are happy to be girls and truly enjoy being dressed as schoolgirls in skirts and blazers. They looked and felt so very normal in girl's clothes and one could tell that they embraced their girlhood with joy and enthusiasm". I spoted Laura Ann standing next to Jamie, his little hands holding the edges of his pleated skirt so daintily and looking at Jamie and smiling. Truly my meeting with Laura Ann had affected him and he seemed quite happy in his pretty clothes. Jamie was looking at us as he sang. It was so very touching for the mothers of the contestants to see their boys accept their transformation into pretty girls. Lisa reached out and grasped my arm saying, "Oh Look at my son, Susan. Look at how he is standing so demurely in his little skirt. I love him dressed like that". Lisa was ecstatic and I was so happy for her. She was literally beaming as she deeply desired Laura Ann to be her daughter rather than her son. I thought she was going to stand up and cheer when she saw him put his hands on his hips just like a girl and whisper something to Jamie. After singing several songs the girlishly dressed boys formed four lines and marched right out into the audience, down the aisles, with their little skirts swinging and their Mary Jane shoes clicking. They were all smiling and singing as they went and it was a delightful to see them looking so pretty and vulnerable. After completing their circle of the audience, the boys marched back to the stage forming a single line across the platform. Then as the song leader gave them a cue, the boys all curtsied at once and blew kisses to the audience. It was so sweet and I could see that the mothers of some of the sissified boys were deeply touched. Lisa looked at me and said, "Susan, My son is a little girl now", and she kissed me on the cheek. I hugged her and said, "Yes, he is Lisa, and I know that the two of you are going to be spending many precious moments together as mother and daughter". The boys waved in unison to the audience and marched backstage to prepare for the prom dress competition. I could hardly wait to see Jamie in his white satin dress. The carefully chosen judges had been watching each boy during the morning brunch and during the song festival. As we were waiting for the boys to begin parading across the stage in their gowns, Lisa said, "Susan, did you know that I talked with one of the judges at brunch this morning"? I said, "No Lisa, what did you discuss?" She replied, "I asked what they were looking for in the boys. Susan, they are looking for boys who are sissies through and through. If there is any sign of boyishness they will be elimated from the competition! I do hope Laura Ann will act like a girl". "He will, honey", I reassured her. "Laura Ann is a very pretty little girl now. So don't you worry about him. You saw how darling he looked in his little school girl skirt". Lisa smiled and said, "Well, I guess you are right. Susan", she whispered, "I can hardly wait to have him permanently changed." I began to say something, but just then the curtain opened and the first of the boys appeared in a long white prom dress and dainty two inch satin heels. "Oh look at him Lisa", I said. "Isn't he just lovely?". As the audience applauded, the child walked delicately across the stage and twirled about, modeling his dress for us, and then turned and walked backstage, the picture of girlish femininity. Several boys followed, all looking radiantly girlish, before Laura Ann appeared in a rose colored floor length prom dress. Lisa squealed happily as she saw Laura Ann mincing across the stage so gracefully, holding the side of his long dress delicately in his right hand. I thought, "Oh, he must be feeling so wonderfully feminine with his silky petticoats brushing against his knees". As a woman I love dressing prettily in gowns with sheer hose and heels, and I could imagine how these boys were feeling. As I looked at Laura Ann, I knew that Lisa's boy child was not thinking of football or auto racing. He was sugar and spice and everything nice, a very pretty young lady, and most certainly a daughter, not a son. Laura Ann made his sweet little turn, waved to the audience and exited off stage to the right. As I watched the boys in the pageant swish across the stage in their adorable teen age gowns, I must admit that I was deeply touched. I am not sure why I adore seeing young boys dressed as little girls. Maybe it's because they look so cute and innocent in their dainty dresses. Any mother knows that boys can be so rough and untidy. However a boy in a sissy silk or satin dress is so much better behaved and so more likely to do what mother asks. As I reflected on these pleasant thoughts, a collective gasp went up from the audience as this lovely boy with his hair in long blond curls came out in a white satin dress that was really too pretty for words to describe. He floated across the stage in his matching high heels, looking like a genunine young princess about to greet her admirers at a royal ball. I could not be more proud, for the lovely princess was none other than my son Jamie, who was in my opinion the prettiest girl in the contest. All in attendance began to applaud and I saw Jamie wipe away tears from his eyes with his gloved hands and I just knew in my heart that I had made the right choice in feminizing my son. He was so much the girl and dresses were his natural clothes. To dress Jamie in pants or jeans would be such a waste of innocent feminine beauty. A child like this needs to be adored and admired as the lovely girl that he has become. After Jamie exited the stage, five more beautifully attired boys came out, turned prettily for the judges and proceeded back stage. When the last child had appeared in his evening gown, the curtain went down and Emily Townsend consulted the judges who had been busy casting their votes to determine the five finalists for 1996's "Little Miss Briarcliff". As the audience excitedly awaited the results of the judging, there was a suspenseful drum role and Emily announced, "The first finalist is a sophmore girl at Briarcliff in Wisconsin, Chrissy Ann Warren". As the audience applauded, Chrissy, attired in a floor length white chiffon dress, put his hand to his mouth, giggled like a girl and walked to the spot on stage where the boys were instructed to stand if they were chosen as finalists. The second finalist is Diane Riggins, an eighth grader at Miss Brooks Academy in Mt. Pleasant, Vermont. Diane was prettily dressed in a modest light blue gown with long sleeves. Diane became so excited at being chosen that he started to cry but soon walked over to his spot on the stage. At that point Lisa reached over and grabbed my hand, saying, "Oh the poor child is so nervous, Susan. I wish I could just hold him to me and hug him. He makes such a darling little girl". When Emily Townsend announded the third finalist, I let out a little gasp for it was Julie Peterson, one of Jamie's friends from Briarcliff. I don't know how I missed seeing Julie in the school girl chorus. Julie was the boy who was wearing my wedding dress during the Thanksgiving break at our home in Madison. It was so nice to see him and I immediately looked around the ballroom to see if I could see his mother, Linda. We just had to get together to discuss our lovely sons after the pageant. Three girls were now chosen out of thirty and I was beginning to get a little nervous. Who were these judges anyway? Couldn't they see how beautiful Jamie was? Just as my anxiety level was beginning to rise, I heard Emily say, "Our fourth finalist is Jamie Graham". Cheers went up from the audience, as Jamie with his long blond hair and girlish beauty was clearly a crowd favorite. I had bought Jamie a feminine full skirted white satin gown that was adorable. I was so excited that I hardly heard Emily say, "Our fifth finalist is Laura Ann Romero from Chicago, who is being home schooled by his mother. Lisa jumped to her feet and said, Yessssss! That's my baby girl! Oh, I just know that Laura Ann was mortified. I heard him say, "Oh mother!". The other girls tittered but I understood exactly how Lisa felt. This was her new daughter and she was so delighted that her son was finally in dresses and ready to be her daughter. Laura Ann was in pink satin with ruffled sleeves and looked so very pretty. Finally Emily said, "Our last finalist is Sara Porter a 12th year student from St. Louis' Ursaline Academy. Sara experienced petticoat punishment at Ursaline and made such a wonderful girl, that the nuns got permission from his mother to dress and treat him as a girl throughout the school year. He resisted strongly at first but soon found himself in the traditional Catholic school girl uniform and sitting in class surrounded by girls. Encouraged by the nuns who saw a change for the better in his behavior, his mother soon began to put him in dresses at home as well. As Sara had four very strong willed older sisters, it was not a difficult task for his mother to make him one of the girls at home. For the pageant, Sara was in an exquisite black velvet and lace dress that made him look very grown up. After introducing all the boys, Emily said, "Let's have a round of applause for these lovely children and for their wise and wonderful mothers who have made them the lovely girls that they are". The audience stood up and applauded as the boys, looking a bit nervous in their fancy dresses and heels, held hands and smiled at the very appreciative crowd. When the standing ovation stopped, Emily announced that the boys would now be asked a question by the judges to help in the final selection of "Little Miss Briarcliff". As the other boys were led backstage, the first child was called to be interviewed. Emily Townsend said, "Sara, will you please come forward?" Sara walked to the center of the stage and made a little curtsy to Emily. Emily then turned to judge Barbara Rogers of "Young Miss" Magazine and asked for the first question. Ms. Rogers said, "Sara, I understand that you are the youngest child in your family and the only boy. Was it hard for you to become a girl, honey, and especially to have to be the little sister in the family"? Sara hesitated for a moment and then said with a great amount of poise, "Well, I consider myself lucky to have four older sisters. I did not mind being the youngest because they spoiled me and taught me all about being a girl. When I am home from school we all play dress up and they treat me just like a sister. We do each other's hair and have so much fun together. I hope to grow up to be just like my mother and sisters". "Oh Sara, that is wonderful", responded Ms. Rogers. The audience clapped as Sara walked off the stage and the next little boy came out. It was Laura Ann, and Lisa and I immediately reached for each other's hand. Laura Ann was asked his question by Susie Merritt, a top fashion model from New York. She smiled and said, "Laura Ann dear, "What do you like best about being a little girl"? Laura Ann put her little hand to her mouth and then replied, I like being a girl because girls can wear dresses. It is such fun to play dress up and help mom with the chores. Mother loves me in my dresses so I like being a girl so I can wear them. My Alice in Wonderland blue pinafore dress is my favorite outfit. I don't want to be a boy anymore because boys can't wear pretty clothes". After saying that the little sweetheart blew a kiss to his mother. Lisa seemed thrilled, but I wasn't sure what to think. Just yesterday Lisa had told me that Laura Ann hated being a girl and wearing dresses. Now he was saying that he loved them. Was his boyish spirit really broken or was he saying this to avoid his mother's plan to change him into a girl? Julie Peterson was called next and Julie's question came from Evelyn Brooks, the headmistress of a Vermont Girl's Finishing School that also accepted feminized boys. Emily had opened the "Little Miss Briarcliff" Pageant to other schools at the insistence of her friend Evelyn. She asked Julie, "Dear, as a boy who has learned to love being a girl, what suggestions would you give to mother's whose sons are not as as willing as you are to be their mother's daughters and wear dresses? Julie thought for a moment and said, "I would tell the mothers not to give up too easily. I hated wearing girl's clothes when mother first sent me to Briarcliff but after being forced to wear dresses every day, I began to like them. Dresses really are much prettier than boy's clothes and much more comfortable. I never had lots of friends as a boy but everyone loves me now that I am a girl, Miss Brooks. I think mothers need to dress their boys up pretty and give them lots of love and then their boys will like being girls". "Why thank you Julie", responded the headmistress. "I must keep that in mind as my three year old gets a bit older. He is already in dresses and I must give him lots of love so he will enjoy being my little daughter". Chrissy Ann Warren was next and his question was asked by Sharon Vernon, a feminist council woman from Chicago. She said, Chrissy, if you are chosen "Little Miss Briarcliff, what will you do to demonstrate the superiority of girls over boys? Everyone laughed at the boldness of Ms Vernon's question but almost everyone in attendance was of the opinion that women and girls were indeed superior. Chrissy responded, I will never act mean or hateful like a boy and I will always be kind and sensitive towards other people. I will show everyone that women and girls are more gentle, loving, caring, and nicer to be with than boys. I will always dress prettily and never be sloppy like a boy. As he finished his sentence, Chrissy dropped a lovely curtsy and then walked off the stage to the applause of the audience. "What perfectly lovely little boys", I thought. I hope Jamie answers as eloquently when he is called. Chapter #16 "Crowning the Winner!" As the judging of the "Little Miss Briarcliff" Beauty Pageant for Boys continued, there was the sound of excitement in the ballroom. I recall when I used to try to guess the winner of the Miss America contests, and I knew that everyone was now wondering which of these lovely young boys would be chosen. The first four finalists looked so beautiful in their gowns and their answers to the judges questions were so girlishly sweet. Emily Townsend asked Beth Simmons of Vogue Magazine to ask the question for Diane Riggins, the fifth boy who came out. Diane was a pixie of a boy, only four feet ten at the most, and one could see why his mother raised him in dresses. He was just too cute to be a boy. Beth smiled at the child and asked, Diane honey, your mother tells us that you just adore playing with dolls? Would you be a dear and tell us why you love dolls? Diane thought for a moment and replied, I love playing with dolls because I can dress them in pretty dresses like the kind mother buys for me. I like to pretend to feed them, change their clothes and comb their hair. Barbie is my favorite because you can style her long hair. I also like playing with dolls because my mother is so happy when I play with my Barbies. I like to make mommy happy. Why thank you Diane, responded Beth. That is very sweet. Diane curtsied and walked to the rear of the stage. Now there was just one boy left and I held my breath, for it was Jamie. Emily smiled and said, "Jamie Graham, will you come forward please?". Jamie waltzed out looking like a living doll. I have never seen him look so totally stunning. Jamie has that rare beauty that causes everyone to turn their eyes on him when he enters a room. Many boy girls are cute or even pretty, but Jamie has the face and figure to grace the most elegant woman's magazines. Both men and women stare unabashedly when they see my child and are incredulous when they learn that he is actually a boy. Looking at Jamie, one does not see anything masculine but only sweet, innocent, girlish beauty. But I am his mother and of course speak from a biased viewpoint. I thought, "Honey, you can win this pageant on your beauty alone but I do hope that you answer your question well". For some reason I was expecting that Jamie would be asked a very profound question like "Jamie, if you become Little Miss Briarcliff, how will you allievate the problem of world hunger? Or Jamie, if you are chosen as Little Miss Briarcliff, how will you help bring peace to the world?" I found myself smiling at that thought, as Patricia McKenzie, the fashion editor of Chicago's leading newspaper asked Jamie about the person who is most important to him. Patricia said, "Jamie, will you please tell us, 'Who is the most important person in your life' and why"? Jamie responded, "God is the most important person in my life Ms. McKensie, but after God, my mother means the most to me. Oh Jamie, Patricia interjected, that is so thoughtful. Please continue. Jamie said, "I love my mother so much because she sacrificed so much to raise me by herself. She always loved me, bought me pretty clothes and sent me to Briarcliff, the very best school in all the world. But most of all Miss McKensie, I love my mother because she made me a girl!" Upon hearing this the entire audience stood up and wildly applauded my son. Jamie was so taken aback by this sudden adulation that I thought he would trip over his high heels and fall. But the applauding continued, for the audience, looking at this totally beautiful child, just knew that Jamie was exactly what he should be, a pretty young Miss. Jamie stood there demurely, occasionally brushing back his long curls from his face, as the applause continued. Finally people began to sit down and it was time for the judges to make their decision. The six boys were brought back to the center of the stage and immediately grasped each other's hand. They all looked so cute in their long dresses. I thought, "I do not understand why girls do not love to wear such pretty clothes today. They seem to prefer jeans and baggy clothes instead of the silks and satins that were the preference of their grandmothers and great grandmothers. Then I smiled to myself as I thought, "Well, if girls refuse to wear the pretty dresses that their sex entitles them to wear, then mothers might very well have to put their pretty boys in frilly clothes. Part of the fun of being a mother is dressing up one's children in pretty dresses and ribbons.. I personally think that boys should be kept in dresses as children so that they might learn to be gentle and well behaved like girls. Finally it was time for the announcement of the winner. Emily Townsend was handed the judges decision by Patricia McKensie and upon opening the envelope said, The second runner up is Laura Ann Romero! The audience applauded appreciatively and Laura Ann was presented with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a lovely trophy with a tiny beauty queen in a long gown perched on top. I looked at Lisa and said, "Congratulations dear. Laura Ann did so well." Lisa was so sweet. I knew she wanted her son to be "Little Miss Briarcliff" but she whispered to me, "I am so happy Susan, Laura Ann finished third and Jamie is going to be the winner". Well, I smiled and squeezed her arm, but I didn't know for sure. All the boys were so pretty. Then Emily said, "The first runner up is Julie Peterson. "Oh my" I thought. Julie has come such a long way since he made a fuss about having to wear dresses and go to a girl's school on that first day on the Briarcliff campus. But looking at him now I thought, Not only had he worn dresses every day for an entire year but now he was attired in a long gown and was the second place winner in a beauty pageant. I'm afraid that Julie is not much of a boy anymore. But I am happy for him as he is most certainly joyful and content in his new feminine role. Looking at Julie so prettily dressed made me feel so warm inside for I knew that this was one child who would not miss out on the wonders and delights of femininity. Linda his mother, must be so proud of him. Julie looked radiant as he received his flowers and trophy and waved to his mother in the audience. Now there were just four girls left. Who would be "Little Miss Briarcliff?" Would it be Sara, who was forcefully skirted and petticoated by the nuns; Diane who adored dressing up his little Barbies; Chrissy, who indicated that girls were superior to boys; or my sweet girl Jamie who had the striking beauty of a blond Brook Shields? Emily opened the envelope and with a smiling face said, "The winner of the "Little Miss Braircliff Beauty Pageant for Boys is, Jamie Sue Graham! Well, I can't tell you how I was overcome with emotion. I along with everyone else rose to my feet and joined in the hearty applause that was given to Jamie. Emily walked over to my son and placed a sparkling diamond tiara on his head of flowing golden curls. The other boys in the contest walked out in their dresses and gathered around him as he cried sweetly just like the little girl that he is. A beautiful white silk and satin robe with was placed around his shoulders and as he tried to hold his tiara in place with one hand and hold the flowers to his bosom with the other, Jamie began the traditional walk of beauty queens everywhere. He walked so gracefully in his lovely dress, placing one high heeled shoe in front of the other. I thought, "The real teen age girls in the audience could probably learn more about being a proper young lady from my son than from their peers at school who have all too much distain for pretty clothes and radiant femininity. As Jamie was parading before his many admirers I thought, "How very fitting for this beautiful child to be so prettily attired in a white satin gown, billowing petticoats and darling panties when so many boys who may be equally beautiful, are condemned to wearing cotton or flannel shirts and uncomfortable pants during these wonderful years. Many photograpers were present and lots of pictures were taken of Jamie and the two runner's up. As Emily Townsend brought the pageant to a close with an invitation for all to return next year, I saw Linda Peterson coming to greet me from across the aisle. "Susan" she shouted, "Congratulations! I just knew that Jamie was going to win. Oh Susan you have made such a girl out of him. He is so darling. Why thank you Linda, I replied. Congratulations to you too. Julie looks stunning and was right there with Jamie among the finalists. Linda, where did you ever buy his dress? "Susan", Julie replied, "You are not going to believe this but I made his dress! You didn't!!!, I replied. Oh Linda, I can't believe it. I didn't realize that you knew how to sew. Oh yes Susan, after I enrolled Julie at Briarcliff I realized that we had a lot of catching up to do as mother and daughter and I wanted us be able to share some things together. So I learned to sew and I am also teaching Julie. He never would have been caught sewing when he was a boy but now my baby likes nothing better than to slip into a nice dress and sit with me on the couch as we sew together. I feel that it has the effect of making Julie feel more secure in his new girlhood. Aren't you glad that our boys are in dresses, Susan? I just love it". Lisa Romero came over too with little Laura Ann holding her hand. I hugged her and her son and introduced both of them to Linda Peterson. Lisa was so happy that Laura Ann finished third in the voting. I thought to myself, "What fortunate mothers we are. Unlike many families where the boys take after their fathers, our sons take after us. We don't have to take them shopping for pants and jeans or worry about their going into the male restrooms when we go out to eat. No, our boys are learning to be girls and we can dress them up prettily just like we did our dolls when we were children. It was nearing 6:00 PM and the Petersons and Jamie and I were staying another night in Chicago prior to flying back to Madison. Lisa, who was staying at Emily's mansion with her son Laura Ann, suggested that the six of us go out to eat together. We decided to keep the boys in their pageant dresses and dine in a fancy restaurant on Michigan Avenue. Emily summoned her chauffeur and we rode in style in a white stretch limousine to an exclusive German restaurant. During the drive Jamie, Julie and Laura Ann were gossiping like school girls and we three mothers felt so proud of our transformed sons. Linda Peterson was beaming and said, "Susan, it is hard to believe the changes that have taken place in Julie". Who could have guessed a year ago that my Julie would become my properly dressed little girl? Julie heard her and smiled saying, "Mother, are you talking about me again"? Linda responded, "Yes dear, I am telling the ladies what a delightful little girl you have become for me". Do you like him better this way, interrupted Lisa"? "Oh yes, Lisa, I love him in dresses. He is my little princess now". Julie smoothed the skirt of his gown and moved his legs closer together just like a girl. He looked so demure as his mother and Lisa commented on his femininity. Jamie said, "Mom, when are we going to get there. I'm starved". We are almost there darling, I replied. Lisa, Linda and I smiled, feeling like the luckiest women alive to have such pretty little girls for sons. As we walked into the restaurant, all eyes were upon as we were led to our table. We looked like mothers and daughters out for a night on the town. Oh, if they only knew that the children with us were boys. I don't know what would have happened. Fortunately the boys conducted themselves as young ladies and seemed to feel completely at home in their long dresses. As we looked at the elaborate menus, I noticed that all the boys were wearing nail polish. It looked so becoming on them and added to their youthful femininity After ordering, Linda put her arm around Julie's shoulders and whispered, "I am so happy that you are a girl now, Julie. You are the daughter that I always wanted". Lisa smiled and said, "That is so sweet Linda. I love having my little girl too. You love being a little girl, don't you Laura Ann"? Laura Ann looked up at me and then shyly said to his mother, "Yes, mother. I do". "You like what, Laura Ann"?, Lisa interjected. Speak up honey and tell mother and the ladies! I like being a girl, mommy. "I like it a whole lot". Lisa reached down and kissed her son on the cheek. That's good sweetie, because soon you are going to become a REAL girl. I winced a little upon hearing this. I knew that Lisa was going to have Laura Ann surgically changed but hoped that her bringing it up would not make Laura Ann or the other boys feel uncomfortable. Julie asked, "What is going to happen to him, Mrs. Romero"? Lisa patted Julie on the head and whispered, "He is going to undergo a little change dear so that he will grow up to be a lovely woman". We all looked at Laura Ann to see if his mother's statement troubled him but he seemed just fine. Perhaps he has fully accepted his fate and will not rebel against the plan to totally feminize him. It certainly would be a lot easier for Lisa if her child accepted the fact that he would never be wearing pants again. The food was finally brought out and we all had a wonderful meal as we discussed ther excitement of our sons finishing one, two and three in the pageant. As Linda and Julie were flying out of O'Hare at the same time as us, the next afternoon, I talked them into staying with us at our downtown hotel. The limo driver dropped us off at the hotel and we said a tearful goodbye to Lisa and her son, knowing that the next time that we saw Laura Ann, he would definitely be a "she". Secretly I was happy for both mother and son. Lisa would have her daughter and Laura Ann could stop worrying about being discovered as a little boy in dresses. It makes so much sense for him to become a girl. Perhaps I need to do the same to Jamie. I made a mental note of discussing this with Linda tonight. The boys sashayed into the hotel lobby in their long dresses. A pretty clerk at the check in desk spotted them and said, "Oh girls, were you at a wedding today"? Jamie answered saying, "No, we were at a beauty pageant". And how did you do, asked the clerk? Jamie blushed as Linda pointed at him and told the clerk, "That little girl was chosen as "Little Miss Briarcliff". Ohhhhh, exclaimed the girl. Congratulations! I can see why you won. You are so beautiful". And you are too honey, she said, looking at Laura Ann. "I was third, Laura Ann said. Oh my goodness, replied the clerk, we have celebrities staying with us tonight. We are so honored. This made the boys smile and they felt so proud receiving all the attention. We took the elevator to the tenth floor and entered our very lavish room. The boys jumped on the bed and had to be told to take their dresses off first so they didn't ruin them. Soon our darlings were standing in front of us in just their bras and panties. Linda and I winked at one another for we took pleasure in sucessfully feminizing our sons. Many mothers would love to change their boys into girls but are prevented from doing so by their husbands or in some cases because their boys simply do not have the temperment to be girls. Linda and I reached into our suitcases and selected lace trimmed satin nightgowns for our boys. Taking Jamie's bra off but leaving his panties on, I slipped his pretty pink nightie over his head. Linda did the same to Julie, whose gown was cream colored and very lacy, and our darlings were set for the night. I sprayed Julie and Jamie with my Obsession perfume and I can freely say that there were no males in the room that night. Linda and I were two attractive, somewhat dominant women, with two femininely dressed sons, whom we dressed and treated as little girls. It is our desire that Jamie and Julie will never be boys again. Linda turned on the television and as we watched a very romantic movie, Julie sat on a chair before Linda and Jamie sat on one in front of me. It was time for the nightly ritual of brushing the long hair of our sons. Jamie's was almost waist length while Julie's was worn in a page boy style. Jamie played with one of his Barbies as I brushed his hair. Jamie has always loved dolls and I have often thought that he would have been teased as a sissy if I didn't make him a girl. Our rigid society doesn't allow boys to play with dolls. I think it is sweet when a boy likes dolls. Jamie loves to dress his Barbies up in pretty outfits and comb their hair. One time I bought him a "Party girl" Barbie in a pink dress and went out of my way to find a similar dress for him. When I came home from the store I gave him his Barbie and then put the matching dress on him. He was so happy to be dressed like his favorite doll and played with her all afternoon. As Linda and I brushed our children's hair, I asked, "Linda, have you ever thought of going all the way with Julie"? What do you mean, Susan, she replied. "I mean, have you ever thought that it might just be easier having him changed into a girl? Well, to be honest, Susan, "I think about it a lot lately. Julie has adjusted so well to being a girl after a year at Briarcliff that I do not think that he could go back to being a boy again. Not that I would want that, she added. Oh I know, I said. I couldn't stand to think of Jamie as a boy. I hugged my honey to me. You wouldn't want to be a nasty boy, would you Jamie? No mother, he replied. I want to be a girl like you. Mmmmmm, I kissed him and said, "I know dear. You are "all girl" and mommy likes you this way. Turning to Linda, I said, "You know hon, we don't have much time to make a decision. Soon our sons will be going through puberty and you know the terrible things that can happen. I don't want my child growing muscles, having body hair and experiencing changes in his sweet voice. Oh Susan, you are so right. I am so happy about finally having Julie as my daughter. I haven't had time to think about those things. What shall we do? I started to braid Jamie's hair deciding to put him in pigtails for the trip home. I love pigtails on a boy and tying them in pretty satin ribbons is so feminizing. As I braided his hair I said to Linda, "Would you be willing to visit Dr. Williams with me. Evelyn Williams is the doctor who changed an English family's son into a delightful little girl. Julie knows Andrea, don't you darling?, I said. Yes, Mrs. Graham, Julie replied. "I met Andrea when I was at your home for Thanksgiving. He dressed up as a cowgirl in a long skirt when we played dress up. . That's right dear. You have such a good memory. And you were wearing my wedding dress, weren't you? Julie blushed, remembering how happy he was, dressed as a bride. Did you know that Andrea is a complete girl now, Julie? Really? I think that is neat, said Julie. Linda smiled and said to me, "I don't know if Julie understands completely what that means, Susan. Well, I haven't talked much about it with Jamie either but I do believe that we are going to have to face the reality of the situation. Unless we take steps now, our boy's bodies are going to betray them and try to steal away their sweet girlish looks and mannerisms. Linda, let's consider the pluses and the minuses of having our children changed. As I spoke I tied my son's pigtails with pretty pink satin ribbons. I looked over at Julie and saw that his mother had put his hair up in curlers so he would have a pretty hairdo in the morning. Julie looked so girlish in his pink curlers and satin night gown. Think about it, Linda. What would be the best reasons for making Julie a girl? Linda became very serious and said, "Susan, the most compelling reason is that I want him to be a girl. I think of Julie as my daughter now and the thought of him being a boy is frightening to me. I feel closer to him and I look forward to teaching him to be a young woman as he approaches his teenage years. I want a companion to go shopping with, to go to the theatre with, and to share secrets with. You can't do those things with a boy. If Julie is a girl, I feel we will always be close and I won't lose him. Besides Susan, he is way to pretty to be a boy, don't you agree? I had to agree with her on that. Julie made a splendid girl. As we talked I could tell the boys were listening but they were not saying anything. I wondered what was going through their little minds. I think they feel much safer in a woman's world and would be scared about being thrust into a world of men that is so far removed from them now. But the decision is not really in their hands. As their mothers, Linda and I will make that decision for them and at the present moment, I feel rather strongly about Jamie becoming a girl for good. As we chatted about the future sex of our sons, the boys eventually became very sleepy and Linda and I laid them down in their beds. I pulled Jamie's nightie down and kissed him goodnight, thinking that perhaps my son needs to become my daughter very soon. It was a pleasant thought and one that I would most definitely pursue with my good friend Linda, whose little Julie would also be better off as a little girl. Oh, if only our children had been born girls! But, we can adjust what nature failed to do for our sons so they can thoroughly enjoy the exquisite delights of being girls like us. Linda and I were soon asleep, dreaming of our lovely daughters to be. The next day we all returned to Madison and started to think about Jamie's forthcoming summer modeling job in New York. End of Chapter #16. Judigirl3@aol.com Chapter #17 "Jamie goes to New York!" "Susan, you must feel so very proud", Megan said, after congratulating me on Jamie's winning the "Little Miss Briarcliff" Pageant. "It is a mother's dream to have her child become a beauty queen. Your son is such a precious little girl" "Why thank you Megan", I replied. "That is such a nice thing to say". My neighbor Megan and I had become close friends after I helped change Megan's youngest son Patrick into her little daughter. Megan always preferred girls and kept trying to have one. But after her fifth child was also a boy, she was understandably heartbroken. But now she had little Patricia and her years of frustration were alleviated by lavishing her full attention on making Patrick the ideal four year old girl. I told her, "Megan, you must be careful not to dote too much on Patrick and forget that you also have four boys!" Megan bought so many dresses, slips, panties and accessories for Patrick that I wondered how she had any money left to outfit her other children. She assured me that the boys were doing well and that her husband Frank, and Patrick's brothers, had all accepted the fact that Patrick is no longer one of the boys. Rather he is their sissy little sister and they are accustomed to seeing him in dresses. Megan then asked, "Susan, is Jamie still going to model for the Montaigne Agency this summer"? Megan had remembered my telling her that Jamie and four of his classmates were chosen by the agency to model dresses and lingerie for a layout that "Young Miss" magazine was doing. I replied, "It is interesting that you mention that Megan because Jamie and I were just talking about it. He and the other girls will be flying to New York in two weeks". "Oh Susan, I think that is so wonderful", she said. "You know, I see Jamie as a role model for Patrick and I want my son to follow in Jamie's footsteps and become the perfect little girl that Jamie is". "Well, you are doing a good job with Patrick, hon", I replied :Everytime I see him, he looks so cute. You dress him in the prettiest clothes". "Thank you Susan", she said. "I know that I do fuss over him a lot but after all these years of only having boys around the house, it is so delightful to have a child that I can put in ribbons and dresses. My son is so precious and he is such a mommy's girl". I said goodbye to Megan, wondering if she had yet decided to make one of her other boys a big sister for Patrick. She had mentioned that to me several times but at least for the time being, she was too busy sissifying Patrick to pay much attention to petticoating any of her other boys. The days prior to Jamie's leaving for his modeling job in New York, passed all too quickly. He would be staying at Tara Collin's lovely apartment in Manhattan during the two weeks of posing for photos. Tara, along with Diana Evenson, both of whom are Montaigne executives, had chosen Jamie along with the Stapleton twins and two real girls, Mary Ann McCreary and Stacy Summers to model for this prestigious teen girl's magazine Fall fashion section. Tara called the Tuesday evening before Jamie's weekend flight to New York. "Susan", she said, "you can't imagine how excited I am to have Jamie stay with me for the next two weeks. I was so impressed with him during the interview. Susan, you are an unbelievable woman. You have made your son into such a pretty and well mannered little girl. I hope that you don't mind that I took a picture of him in a dress that he modeling for us during the interview last Spring.. I keep it on my bureau and none of my friends can believe that he is a boy. He is the perfect little girl, and hopefully an inspiration for other mothers who prefer dressing their sons in less traditional styles". "Oh my", I thought, "I can see that I am not going to have to worry about Jamie being subjected to boyish influences while he is with Tara. She seems to have a genuine appreciation for femininely dressed boys". I said, "Thank you Tara. I hope that Jamie will not be any trouble for you". "Oh no, Susan", she said, "I am going to love having him here and I expect to have my little nine year old brother staying with me this summer too. Susan, I have such wonderful plans for Richard and spending time with Jamie is going to be the best thing that has ever happened to him. Richard is such a darling boy and he and Jamie will get along so well together". "Susan", she continued, "may I take Jamie shopping with me when he comes"? "Certainly Tara, that is very kind of you", I responded. "Oh good", she said, "I know some exquisite little girl shops and I want to take Richard and Jamie there. I thought to myself, "It sounds as if Richard isn't going to be playing Little League baseball this summer. Tara seems to have other plans for her baby brother". Saturday came all too quickly and I kissed my son goodbye at the airport. Of course, anyone watching assumed it was a mother saying goodbye to her daughter for Jamie was attired in a gold check party dress with a velvet drop waist bodice and a full taffeta skirt with a crinoline underskirt. He was wearing a gold ribbon in his long blond hair and little gold shoes with white stockings. For some reason I thought, "I wonder what Jamie's father would say if he was able to see him now?". I rarely thought of Jamie's father but had to admit that I delighted in the fact that my unfaithful husband's son had become my daughter and was closer to me than he ever would have been to him. Jamie has never known what it is like to be a boy and as I watched him board the plane in his pretty dress, walking daintily in his little golden slippers with two inch heels, I was glad that he never had to experience a boyhood. And why should he have to be a boy? Just because he was born a boy doesn't mean that he has to be raised as one. Jamie would never want to give up his dresses or have his long hair cut off. He wears pretty clothes, loves to shop, adores make up, and is so gentle with his dolls. I would never take him out of dresses and make him be a boy. Jamie's world is one of sweet smelling perfume, pearl necklaces, frilly party dresses, beauty salons, excursions to the ballet, satin hair ribbons that match his dresses, and the constant company of women and girls. He is graceful, polite, feminine, caring and in short, a sweet little girl. I thought of these truths as my darling turned and waved to me, before entering the plane. I saw a pretty flight attendant take his hand and I knew that he would be well taken care of during the flight, not just because he was flying first class but because everyone makes a fuss over a beautiful, prettily dressed little girl. Jamie would win their hearts with his totally girlish ways. Jamie later told me that during the flight the flight attendants were very nice to him. A very pretty attendant named Amy brought him women's magazines to read and after supper was served, she sat down next to him. They admired the dresses in the magazines together and she asked Jamie all kinds of questions. My son told her about Briarcliff, the Harvest Festival, the Doll Show and of course about how he had just won the "Little Miss Briarcliff" contest. She told Jamie about how she had been a cheer leader in high school and college, about being the president of her college sorority and about how she loved to fly to exotic places. She told Jamie that he ought to pledge her Kappa sorority if his mother decided to send him to Wellsley. The whole trip was filled with girltalk and Amy never suspected even for a moment that Jamie was a boy. Jamie told her where he was staying in New York and Amy volunteered to take him shopping one day as she was based out of New York. Jamie gave her Tara's number and the two bid farewell as Jamie left the plane on his way to meet Tara and her friends. As Jamie exited the plane, he heard a little shout and saw Tara and three of her girl friends waving to him. Tara scooped him up in her arms and kissed him, embarrassing Jamie a little as he was an eleven year old young lady, not a four year old girl. But Tara was so excited. The other girls who were told that Jamie is a boy were amazed. Alicia looked at Allison and the two laughingly gave each other high fives, thinking, "What fun this is going to be". As good friends of Tara, they were fascinated by this beautiful child who looked totally like a little girl but was really a boy underneath. Allison said, "I'm so pleased to meet you Jamie". Jamie, out of habit, curtsied and the girls could hardly believe how feminized he was. Nancy, the third girl with them said, "Oh Jamie, that is the most beautiful dress that I have even seen. Did your mother make it for you"? Jamie held out his skirts and said, "No, mother bought it for me at Marshall Field's in Chicago". "Well it is very pretty honey", Nancy said. Alicia and Tara took his hand and they walked towards the baggage claim to retrieve Jamie's luggage. When his two pastel colored suitcases came out, Jamie tried to grab one off of the conveyor belt, but Allison took it from him. "Be careful hon, you will mess up your dress", she said. As Allison and Nancy were in jeans, they carried the suitcases to the car. Jamie, now walking in between Tara and Alicia, holding their hands, clicked along in his heels with his little dress swishing, feeling very at home in the company of such nice girls who obviously were thrilled to have him in their midst. The girls piled into the car and squeezed Jamie in the backseat between Tara and Alicia. Tara thoughtfully pulled down the skirt of his dress as they bunched together in the car. As they drove to Tara's apartment, Allison said , "Jamie, we all know that you are a boy but we don't care. As far as we are concerned you are a girl like us. We want you to have a good time here". "Oh thank you", said Jamie. Nancy then asked, "Honey, are you excited about modeling dresses for Young Miss"? "Oh yes, I am", replied Jamie. "I like wearing pretty clothes". "Oh my goodness", said Allison, "Tara, you might have found the ideal companion for Richard!". Allison and her friends knew that Tara desparately wanted a little sister and that s he had designs on Richard's fulfilling that need ever since she can remember. She deliberately feminized Richard when she babysat him when their parents were out and she imagined that Richard actually started to like playing with dolls. But Richard was still far too boyish to suit his sister. Now that Jamie was here and Richard was staying with her for the summer, maybe she would have a chance to see her dreams come true. They soon arrived at Tara's apartment and the five girls, after greeting the door man, took the elevator to Tara's eighth floor luxury apartment. Cindy, another friend who was watching Richard while the others went to pick up Jamie at the airport opened the door and was introduced to Jamie. "It is such a pleasure to meet you Jamie", she said, smiling at the prettily dressed boy. Tara called into the kitchen and said, "Come out here Richard, I want you to meet a new little friend". = Richard showed his head through the door and Jamie was horrified to see him in a cowboy outfit complete with cowboy boots and two holsters with guns. Richard took the cap guns out of the holster and fired two loud shots at Jamie, terrifying my eleven year old. He jumped and hid behind Tara's skirts. Tara was furious and took the guns away from him and told him to go into the kitchen. She then stooped down, and looking Jamie in the eyes, said, "I am so sorry dear. Are you ok? This will never happen again". She smoothed his skirt and wiped the beginning tears in Jamie's eyes with a lace handkerchief which she let him keep. Jamie put it in his purse and Tara said, "Let's all sit down girls and make Jamie feel welcome. I will be right back". As Allison, Nancy, Alicia, Cindy and Jamie talked, they heard loud swats coming from the kitchen as Tara administered a well deserved spanking to Richard for his very unruly behavior upon meeting Jamie. Jamie thought he heard Tara saying, "If you ever, ever frighten Jamie again Tina, you will regret it the rest of your life. You are to treat girls with respect all the time, do you understand?" Jamie thought, "Did she call him Tina?" The other girls giggled and said, "Don't you worry Jamie, soon Richard will be as well behaved as a girl". They all laughed again and Jamie wondered if Richard was going to be turned into a girl like his friend Andrea, and Patrick, the neighbor boy back in Wisconsin. Tara served a delicious dinner at her large dining room table that night. Richard was there too sitting on a pillow which helped ease the pain from his spanking for being a bad child. It was clear that Tara was not going to tolerate bad manners in her home. She was angry with her mother for packing the cowboy suit and cap pistols in Richard's suitcase. Such boyish toys were the last things that she wanted during this special time that a girlishly dressed boy would be staying with them. "I must begin Richard's training tonight", she thought, "and Jamie's being here will be of such help". After supper, Tara invited her friends to spend the night. Tara's was a very high priced apartment on Central Park West and there were five bedrooms, room enough for several girls. She had several videos in her library and suggested that the girls get more comfortable before curling up on the couch to enjoy an evening of movie watching and girltalk. Tara said, "Follow me Jamie and I will show you where we will be sleeping". Jamie followed Tara into the most lovely bedroom he had ever seen. The drapes were of a beautiful rose color, very fancy and utterly feminine. Tara had a white satin bedspread with very elegant rose colored flower designs which covered lovely white satin sheets and pillow cases. Her furniture was of rosewood and the vanity had a large well lighted mirror filled with feminine delights. Jamie had never seen so many bottles of perfume, scented soaps, lipsticks, and a variety of cosmetics. Jamie's high heeled slippers sank into the plush cream colored carpet and the child knew that he was in the bedroom of an ultra feminine woman with exquisite taste in decorating. Tara smiled at my son and said, "Well Missy, what do you think"? "Oh I love your room, Tara", Jamie replied. "Well honey, I am glad, because guess what? It is our room! You and I will be roommates while you are here. Would you like that sweetie"? "Oh good", shouted Jamie. "I would love it"! "Well, take off your dress then honey and be comfortable while we watch the movie". Tara walked over to Jamie and began unbuttoning the back of his dress. She said, "Jamie, your mother was so right to put you in dresses. I can't imagine you as a boy". She lifted the dress over his head and remarked, "Oh what a perfectly lovely petticoat. I just love the lace and frills. Jamie, you are a girl for sure, aren't you"? "Well, I guess so Tara", my son replied. "Jamie hon, there is no guessing about it. You and I are both girls. Look at us"! She put her arm around Jamie's waist and the two pranced back and forth in front of the dresser mirror, seeing the image of two lovely long haired girls looking back at them. Jamie, would you be a dear and help me with my dress"? Jamie, feeling very sissy standing there in his petticoat and panties began to unzip the back of Tara's dress. He helped her slip out of it and felt so warm in his heart as he saw the beautiful Tara Collins, a 26 year old former model, looking so beautiful in a full length white slip. Her waist was so thin and her feminine legs were so long and smooth. She looked just like "Barbie". "Now we are both in our slips", Jamie. "Aren't we pretty", she said to the boy. "Come and sit on the bed by me", honey. Jamie walked to the bed, gathered the skirt of his petticoat and sat close to Tara. "We are going to be special girl friends Jamie, aren't we". She put her hand around the prettily dressed child and began to play with his hair ribbon. Undoing it, she arranged Jamie's hair again and tied a pretty bow. She then said, "Jamie, I love to see a boy in pretty girl's dresses. It's just not right that pretty little boys should be forced to wear such unattractive clothes. Dresses are so much fun to wear and should not be forbidden to boys. Can I tell you a secret, sweetheart". " Sure", said Jamie. "Jamie", she whispered in his ear, "I am going to change Richard into a girl and make him wear dresses just like we do. What do you think of that"? Tara clasped her hands together and said, "Mother is out of town and Richard is totally at my mercy. His shooting those terrible cap guns at you convinced me that I shouldn't wait any longer". "Jamie", she said, winking at my son, "do you think we can make Richard a sissy girl"? Jamie was used to seeing boys changed into girls and some of his best friends at Briarcliff, including Julie and the twins, were skirted boys, so he said to Tara, "Yes, Tara, I will try to help you" "Goo d girl", Jamie, said Tara. Between the two of us and my other friends, Richard is going to learn what it is like to feel like a girl. Let's go out and see what the other girls are doing"? But Tara, Jamie said, we're just in our slips! That's ok hon, she replied, We are all girls here and Richard doesn't count. Taking my son by the hand she led him out to the living room, his little petticoats bouncing, only to find that Alicia, Allison, and Nancy were already there also attired in just their slips. Oh this was such a feminine setting, thought Jamie. The girls all looked at him and Alicia ooooohed saying, "Jamie, that petticoat is just adorable. I wore one exactly like it under my first communion dress. I felt like such a big girl". Mother always put me in petticoats under my party dresses, volunteered Alicia. Jamie, you are such a lucky boy to be able to wear a pretty petticoat. You know that don't you darling, responded Alicia. Jamie, not knowing what to say just held the sides of his slip and dropped a little curtsy. Alicia said, "Oh you sweet little doll. Come over here. Jamie bounded over to Alicia and she sat him on her lap, smoothing his skirts over his knees. You are my little girl, aren't you Jamie dear. Now wait a minute Alicia, said Tara, Jamie is everyone's little sister. You can't have him to yourself Alicia. Alicia laughed and wrestled Jamie to the couch saying, Oh yes I can, and she gave him a little kiss on his neck. Jamie smelled her perfume and the attention practically made his head spin. Soon Allison and Nancy jumped in and everyone was tangled up on the couch in a mass of skirts and petticoats all trying to lavish attention on my sweet, prettified little son. There was no way that he could ever remain boyish with all the female attention given to him. The girls loved my darling in his petticoats and panties, not to mention his long waist length hair and they covered him with sweet feminine kisses, treating him like the little sister they all wanted but never had. Jamie was laughing too and when the laughing stopped the girls all snuggled together on the couch with Jamie in the middle and with their arms around my son , began to watch Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman" Tara was a little concerned that it might be a little too risque for Jamie but the girls held their hands over my son's eyes during the parts that might not be appropriate for an eleven year old girl to see. Jamie felt so comfortable snuggling up to the older girls. He felt that he was right when he belonged, in the company of women, just as his mother intended. As he rested his curly locks on Allison's bosom, he felt Alicia's caressing hand running through his hair while Nancy gently stroked his arm. Midway through the show , while Jamie was in a state of youthful bliss as the object of attention of all the girls, he felt Tara reaching for his hand. Jamie extended his hand and soon felt his nails being gently buffed. Tara then said, "Hold out your hand honey. Jamie did and Tara began to apply a coat of pink nail polish to my son. Everything was so natural. Jamie was a little girl among girls and having a woman paint his nails was the most natural thing in the world for the boy. The other girls looked on approving, sometimes running their hands through his hair, other times giving him a gentle kiss or just pulling him to them to give him a girlish embrace. As a woman, this is the life I want for my son. I do not want him to be a karate fighter, a hockey player or a soldier. I want him to enjoy silky nighties next to his skin, the smell of perfume on his wrists and the company of women who do not regard him as an outsider but as one of the members in the sweet sorority of women and girls. When the movie was over, it was still early, and all the girls planned to sleep in the following morning. Tara served coffee and tea, delicate pastries and other delightful snacks to the girls who developed a little appetite during the showing of the movie. Allison and Nancy had gone to their rooms and slipped into very pretty satin nightgowns of pink and powder blue. Jamie, Tara and Nancy were still in their slips, so Tara suggested that they all change into nightgowns and then return to the living room for a surprise that she had for them. Oh a surprise, shouted Jamie? What kind of a surprise? Now you just hush Jamie and go and get into the nightie that I laid out for you. It is hanging in our closet. Yes Tara, Jamie said, and skipped off to his and Tara's room. Jamie closed the door and saw a very feminine pink nylon babydoll nightie hanging on the closet door with matching panties trimmed with lace. It was a very sissy gown and he immediately slipped it over his head and stepped into the panties. Tara came in at the same time and said, "Oh girly, that is perfect for you. I hope that pink is your favorite color! Oh Tara, how did you know, said Jamie. I just did, said Tara. Girls like pink, light blue and other pastel shades, but most sissies seem to prefer pink. It is the best color for dainty boys because pink is for girls. You look darling in it, dear. Thank you Tara, Jamie said, dropping a little curtsy. Now come on outside honey for the surprise. Jamie fluffed out his long hair and looking very pretty in his pink babydoll walked out to the living room, wondering what was going to happen next on this exciting trip to New York. Tara said, "Girls, you are probably all wondering where Cindy and Richard have been while we were watching the movie. Allison chimed in, "Yes, I was wondering why it was so quiet around here. Where are they? I though that Cindy took him out to the grocery store, Nancy said. Tara smile and said, No, girls, Richard is right here. Cindy and he were kind of ahhhh, "preoccupied" in the rear bedroom. Then Tara called, Cinnnnndy! Riiiiichard! Where are you? Come on out!!!! Suddenly there was a little shout and we heard Richard say, "No, I won't come out! You can't make me. Let me go! Let me go! But the door opened and Cindy, dragging little Richard by the arm, entered the living room with a daintily dressed little boy attired in a velvet and taffeta dress with a black velvet bodice and a tiered plaid taffeta skirt. A pretty red sash was tied in the back of his dress. It was Richard, and the girls went wild when they saw him. Tara was almost crying with happiness and thought, "Richard dear, today is your very first day as a little girl and I assure you my darling brother, it will not be your last". Chapter #18 Tara's New Sister! Richard was struggling but Cindy dragged him out of the bedroom in his cute little dress and the girls quickly gathered around him. Alicia took hold of one arm and Allison the other, for they had to subdue the boy before he torn his pretty clothes. The little nine year old didn't have a chance as there were four girls who were determined to help their friend Tara have the little sister that she longed for. Nancy said, "Richard, stop struggling this instant before you wrinkle your dress". Richard tried to kick her but she grabbed his nylon encased legs and helped the other girls carry him to the sofa. Jamie heard Tara saying, "Oh my dear little sister. Look at you. You are finally in a dress. Doesn't it feel good to be a girl, honey?". Richard was besides himself. Granted he had played with dolls to please Tara in the past, but she had never gone this far before. His sister's friend Cindy, made him not only wear a dress but a petticoat, panties, pantyhose and mary janes as well. He felt totally different in this attire and didn't know what to do. Finally, as the girls talked very sweetly to him, he stopped resisting. "Now Richard", his sister lied, "Mother has given me permission to dress you as a girl this summer, so you must behave". Richard screamed, "She did not!" "Oh but she did little honey, didn't she, Alicia". Alicia looked at Tara and then at Richard and replied, "Yes Richard, I was there when she said it. She told Tara to make you her little sister so you would learn to be more polite like a girl". Allison smoothed Richard's skirt and said, "Do not be afraid, precious. You will grow to love being a girl. Isn't that right, girls"? Everyone stated their agreement and they sat Richard up on the sofa The little boy had become very quiet and Tara appealed to him saying , "First honey, we can't very well call you Richard anymore when you are dressed like you are. It just isn't a proper name for a little girl. So your new name will be Tina! Don't you just love your new name"? "No, I hate it", responded Richard. "Well, you better get used to it because that is the only name you are going to be called". "Yes, that's right Tina", Nancy chimed in. "Tina is a very pretty name", said Alicia. "You should be thankful that your sister chose such a lovely name for you. Now sit up and put your legs together. That is no way to sit in a dress". Alicia picked up Richard's one leg and placed it next to the other one and then spread his skirt over his knees. "There, that is much better little girl", she said. My son Jamie, being a very gentle and delicate child, watched all this from the other side of the room. Tina called him over and said, "Jamie dear, come over here and give a hug to my new little sister. Doesn't he make a nice girl?" Richard grimaced but Jamie said, "It's alright Richard, being a girl isn't that bad". "Isn't that bad"? exclaimed Tara! "Jamie, you know that it isn't bad at all. It is a privilege to be a girl. Look at you honey! You would hate being a boy, wouldn't you"? "Oh yes Tara, I would never want to be a boy". "I didn't think so", said Tara. "Well , Tina is going to love being a girl too, aren't you baby brother"? "Jamie dear, will you be a doll and bring me my purse"? Jamie brought Tara's purse to her and Tina's big sister reached in and brought out her lipstick. Richard, seeing what she was doing tried to run again but Alicia and Allison held him down as Tara applied lipstick to her new little sister' slips. She then looked at her handiwork and said, "Oh that is much better. When we are finished with you sweetie girl, Mom will never recognize you. Now if you are ready to behave, we will let you up". Richard said that he would be good and Alicia and Allison released their hold on him. "Now walk across the room Tina, taking small steps like a girl". Richard stood up and walked across the large living room. "Now turn gracefully and come back, honey". As he turned, his skirts swirled and the girls all smiled at the pretty picture that he made. "Oh you look so pretty", Nancy said. "Tina, tell us what it feels like to wear a dress for the first time". Is it fun"? Richard said, "No, I won't tell you". "You will dear, his sister said, or you will be spanked and be sent to bed". Richard, totally intimidated and confused by the girlish feelings stirring within him, said, "I feel like a sissy girl". "Well silly, that is the way you are supposed to feel in a dress!", Cindy said. "I told you it would feel different from being a boy". Tina, run your hands over your pretty nylons for us, his sister commanded! Richard, now a little fearful of the girls, did as he was told. As his little hands slid from his ankles, up over his knees and to his thighs, a little smile broke out on his face "Oh see, he likes the feel of his silky pantyhose. They are so sheer", said Allison. "They feel so good, don't they Tina. That is one of the nice things about being a girl, wearing sheer pantyhose." Tara went into the bedroom and came out with her expensive Nikon camera and flash attachment. After adjusting the focus she began taking pictures of Richard with all the different girls. She said, "Jamie, I want one of you and Tina standing together holding hands". Jamie went over to Richard, took his hand, and the two children stood by a very pretty floral arrangement. "Now grasp your skirts girls and hold them out a little. "Smile girls", she said. Tina and Jamie did as they were told and Tara snapped a lovely picture of the children, looking so pretty. Jamie felt a little funny being photographed in his nightie but it was getting late and all the girls were in nighties except Richard who was still in a dress. If Tara had her way, which she usually did, Richard would soon be in a satiny nightie as well. As Richard stood in the dining room, Allison snook up behind him and held him around his slim waist while Nancy tied a red satin ribbon in his hair. "Oh Tina", his sister said, "The girls are making you look so pretty. I think you are enjoying yourself honey, aren't you. You never wanted to be a little boy. You always wanted to be my little sister, didn't you". "No, I don't!", yelled Richard. "Now, be good Tina darling, or you will be punished", Tara said. "You must remember that girls are superior to boys and you must never be rude". Jamie understood this well as his mother and sister had always taught him that girls were more intelligent and sensitive than boys. Jamie had no problems listening to and obeying women and girls older than himself. Richard would have to learn that, but a summer in dresses would go a long way to improving his attitude. "Girls, let's give him a makeover", Alicia laughed. "Oh yes", shouted Tara. "Let's show my little brother that he is a member of our club". "What club"?, the boy shouted. "I'm not in a club!", cried Richard. "Oh yes you are dear", his sister responded. "When Cindy put you in that pretty dress, you became a member of the girl's club. Everyone else here is in it and now you are too, little sister". Richard tried getting up from the sofa but once again he was restrained by Nancy and Allison. "Let's see, where should we start", asked Cindy. "Oh, I know", she said, "Lets paint his finger and toe nails"! "Ohhhhh, that will make him so very girlish", squealed Alicia. "Let me up", shouted Richard. Tara then jumped in and said, "Stop struggling this minute Tina or I am go ing to pull down your panties and spank you just like a little girl. If you can't be a big girl for sister, you will be treated like a child. This aggressive boyish behavior must cease immediately". Richard, frightened by the severity of his sister's tone, became still, but was startled to feel the the hands of Cindy reaching up under his dress to remove his pantyhose. She deftly rolled the silky stockings down his little legs and took them off, careful to keep his dress down so that he remained ladylike. Little Richard didn't know what to think. He hadn't ever felt this way before. He felt like such a sissy surrounded by all these girls and they were touching him as if he was a girl too. Alicia brought out the nail polish from her purse, opened it and said, "Oh Tina, isn't this a pretty shade of pink?" Then sitting the boy up, with a girl holding each of his arms, she said, "Now point your toes honey". Richard reluctantly did so and one toe by one toe, Cindy began to apply polish to his nails. The girls looked him in the eye during this time, not disapprovingly, but in a loving way, the way they would look if initiating a younger sister into the deeper mysteries and experiences of girlhood. Richard watched his toes being painted and felt a little shiver go through him. "Oh, what is next?", he thought. "I feel so strange". He didn't have long to wait as Nancy brought out a small bottle of very expensive perfume and sprayed him on his neck, wrists and under his knees. She then placed her head very close to the little boy's neck and breathed in the perfume, moaning and saying, "Oh Tina, now you smell just like a girl". She kissed the child gently on his lips and whispered, "We like you so much better this way, honey". Richard felt so vulnerable and helpless wearing a dress and panties, his toe nails painted and now smelling like a girl too. Soon the little boy started to cry. But the girls all comforted him saying, "Oh baby doll, please don't cry. We love our sweet little girl" Allison wiped away his tears and held out his hands for Cindy to put nail polish on his finger nails as well. Little Richard's nails would match the sweet color of his velvet dress. Jamie could see that Tara loved every minute of her brother's feminization and he doubted that this little excursion into femininity was going to be a temporary one for Richard Jamie thought, "Richard is going to become Tina for sure". The time was getting late and Richard, just being nine years old began to get tired from all the activity surrounding him. He had never received so much attention when he was a boy. The little cross dressed child started to drift off to sleep and Tara said, "Will one of you girls get Tina's nightgown from my room, please"? Nancy went out to fetch the gown and came back with a white satin lace trimmed nightie with cute pink ribbons woven through the bodice. Richard seemed so tired now and Allison and Cindy helped him out of his dress and petticoat, leaving his little white satin panties on him. They slipped the nightie over his head and giggled as the gown fell to the little boy's knees. "Oh Tara, what a darling nightgown. Where did you ever get it"? "I picked it up at Celeste's Ingenue Shop on Fifth Avenue. It is a boutique that caters to pre teen girls I bought his dress there too", Tara replied. Cindy then lifted the child up in her arms and carried him to the bedroom where he would be sleeping with Alicia and Allison. Tara hoped that he would become accustomed to being her little sister quickly for she had no intention of letting Richard wear pants again until the end of the summer. If she could convince mother that Richard is better off as a girl, he may never wear them a gain. "Oh, I just hope mother is willing to make him be Tina", she thought. Returning to the living room Tara looked at Jamie and said, "Thank you so much dear for helping with Tina". Jamie said, "Oh I didn't do anything, Tara". "Yes you did honey. You provided the inspiration for me to make Richard a girl by being the little darling that you are. If I didn't see how it was possible to change a pretty boy into a total girl like your mother did for you, I may never have begun this little project. But looking at you, pretty Jamie, I know that my brother can become a little lady too. He may not like it now but in two weeks he will be pleading with me to buy him new dresses. I just know it in my heart". Jamie saw Tara looking so happy and he realized that having a little sister was truly her heart's desire. He was glad that Tara was happy and took her hand as the two made their way to their shared bedroom for a well deserved night's sleep. Tomorrow Jamie, we must take you to my Montaigne agency to begin the preliminary shooting for the "Young Miss" spread. Your friends Stacy, Mary Ann and those darling Stapleton boys will be meeting us there. And I am going to bring my new baby sister along too". "Oh goody", Jamie said, as the two girls, clad in pretty satin nighties, swished into the feminine bedroom of Tara Collins, who just adored dressing and fussing over feminized little boys. Tina, Tina, rise and shine honey! Wake up, wake up, wake up! Tara was laughing as she pulled the curtains in the large guest room to let the light shine in on the three sleepy heads. Alicia and Allison were sprawled on the big queen size bed with Richard right in between them. Tara smiled to herself as she saw her brother sleeping so peacefully in his little girl's nightie. Oh the number of boys who would pay a king's ransom to be able to sleep with the beautiful Alicia and Allison! But here was her little nine year old brother, on his way to becoming a girl, right there in the middle of them. Tara thought, "Sleeping as a girl with girls is surely one of the blessings that Richard will grow to love. Slumber parties are so much more fun than boy's camp outs. Who wants to sit around the fire in batman or camaflauge flannel pajamas when they can snuggle up next to prettily attired girls while dressed in a dainty lace nightgown themselves?" Tara felt happy for her brother even though the poor boy did not yet realize her plans to keep him as her little sister for good. Finally the little boy stirred, and, awakened out of a sound sleep, he forgot for a moment where he was. He sat up and looking at the sissy gown that he was wearing, let out a little shout. Alicia reached over and hugged him, saying, It's alright dear, it's alright. You are with us, remember? Alicia and Allison! "What am I doing in these clothes", he demanded to know. Tara came over to the bed and took a hold of his hands saying, "They are your clothes, honey. Don't you remember? You became a little girl last night". "I did not. I never became a girl", shouted Richard. " Stop it this instant, Richard. You are not being very polite and mother will be angry if she hears that you were rude to my friends". "You can't dress me like this", the boy cried. "Oh my little brother, you are so wrong. I can, and will dress you exactly the way I desire and there are four girls who are going to help me. So you better stop complaining right now or we will adopt stronger measures" As Richard stared at her, Tara walked to the large walk in closet in the guest room and came out holding up a darling red plaid dress. Alicia and Allison, who were now fully awake, thought that it was the cutest little dress, and they smiled at one another knowing that a boy was going to wear it. "Look honey", Tara said to Richard, "This is your new dress that I bought for you". It was a pleated float dress with a lace edge platter collar adorned with embroidered trim, little rosettes and a tiny corsage It had puffed sleeves, a sheer pleated overlay and full satin underslip. It was really darling and Tara thought, "It is just perfect for my little brother". Then Tara held the dress with both hands by its puffy sleeves and swished it back and forth teasingly in front of Richard. Oh Tina, she said, "Aren't you a lucky little girl. Any girl would love a dress like this. Aren't you going to thank big sister? Come on honey, "Say thank you Tara, for my new dressie." Richard was so confused by now, experiencing feelings of anger and fear, and he didn't know what to do. He was in a girl's bedroom in a girl's nightgown, with three girls seeing him in very sissy clothes. Now his own sister was making him wear a dress. He started to run for the bathroom, but Tara grabbed him and help him down on the bed, whispering in his ear, "Tina, you have to be my little sister, so do not fight with me. You absolutely cannot be a boy, so go into the bathroom like a good girl, wash up and come out here again so I can put you in your pretty lingerie. Then we'll put your dress on". She held it up in front of him and saw that it would fall to just above his knees. After Richard closed the door behind him Tara jumped on the bed where Alicia and Allison were reclining and said, Yesssssss! Can you believe it girls? I'm really doing it to Richard. I'm making him a girl! Allison responded, Tina, are you sure that your mother isn't going to be furious with you for this? No, she'll be fine. She has been complaining about Richard's behavior and if he goes back at the end of the summer as a better behaved child, she will be more than happy. Well, I hope you are right, Tara, Allison replied. Do you think Richard will get used to being a girl? Well, said Tara, I think he will. Once he settles down, we can do sisterly things together and I think he will like all the attention. Besides, look how well Jamie is doing. Speaking of Jamie, where is that girl? Tara called out to my son and soon there was a little knock on the bedroom door. Jamie came in and he was already dressed for his big day as a "Young Miss" model. He was wearing an empire waist dress in ecru lace with a satin underslip and back zipper. A large white bow was tied at his waist and there were faux pearls on the bodice of the dress. It was a beautiful party dress and Jamie looked gorgeous in it. "Oh Jamie", Tara said, "You look lovely. Wait until my friends at the agency see you. They will want you all to themselves". Alicia and Allison were equally stunned by Jamie's girlish beauty and Alicia remarked, "I really do understand why Jamie's mother made him a girl. I absolutely cannot picture him as a boy Jamie smiled and made a curtsy to Alicia and she hugged him to herself, being careful not to wrinkle his dress. Just then, Richard came out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around him. Seeing him walk out with the towel modestly around his waist, Tara quickly draped a towel around his upper torso as well, saying, "Tina, a girl covers her chest. She does not walk around bare chested. But never mind. Now come here and let me put you in your bra and panties. Jamie, she said, "Tina has never worn a bra before. Did it take you long to get used to it, dear? "No Tara, mother started me out with a training bra when I was ten and I always wear a bra like a big girl now". "Well, Richard doesn't really fill a bra, but I want him to get used to it. It is such a girlish item of clothing Put your arms out Tina"! Richard, seemingly broken in his boyish spirit complied with his sister's wishes and she fastened the white satin training bra in the back. Now step into these sweet satin panties, dear. Richard did so and Tara lovingly pulled them up encasing the boy in white satin. Then she said, "Now close your eyes, Tina." As her brother closed his eyes, Tina dropped the red plaid dress with it's pretty underslip over his head, adjusting his skirt when it was pulled down. Richard, his eyes closed, felt a swishing about his knees and instinctively drew his hands to his sides. As he did so, he felt the billowing skirts of his dress and slip and could feel the silkiness of the satin panties underneath Ohhhhh, this was so different from being a boy, he thought. He felt so loved, so lightheaded, and so utterly girlish. He stood still and opened his eyes to see his big sister, with a sweet smile on her face, arranging the lace collar on his dress just so. It was almost as if he couldn't move if he wanted to, as if his sister had cast some girlish spell over him. Tara went to the drawer and pulled out a pair of white little girl's tights and told Richard to sit on the edge of the bed. As Alicia, Allison and Jamie watched transfixed, Tara rolled the tights up Richard's legs until they were all nice and smooth. She said pleasantly, "How do they feel, little brother"? Richard was speechless and his sister smilingly said, "Cat got your tongue, Tina dear?". She then brought a pair of shiny black Mary Jane shoes out of the closet and placed one on each foot, buckling the pretty straps. Alicia thought, "Oh this is one little boy who is never going to be the same. Tara is really making him a sissy". "Stand up Tina", Tara said. The sissified child stood up and Tara said, "Now twirl around for us so we can see if your skirts are hanging right. Go ahead honey. It's alright. You are among girls". Richard spun around on his little heels and the effect was just perfect. "Faster honey", his sister said. As he twirled faster his little skirts rose and the other girls could see his pretty underskirt and his satin panties, looking so pretty over his sheer tights. Tara was pleased and thought, "No one would recognize him as a boy dressed like this". But she wasn't though yet. Reaching into her drawer once more, she pulled out a large red satin hair ribbon. "Stand still now baby", she said. Richard obeyed his sister as she fastened the ribbon into a pretty bow and with golden bobby pins, pinned it in his hair. "Oh my", she thought, "his hair isn't very long yet, but by next year at this time, I will have him in a long ponytail". Richard was overwhelmed. He had never felt like a girl before even when he played with Tara's dolls. But now, he was in a dress, tights and mary janes. He touched his dress again and felt the underslip and panties underneath. Oh, this was such a strange feeling. Tara interrupted his daydreaming by taking his hand and leading him to the vanity table. Taking out her make up kit, she began to apply just the right amount of make up to the young boy, a little blush, mascara and eyebrow pencil. Then taking a lipliner she carefully outlined his lips, and filled them in with a shade of red lipstick that perfectly matched his dress. Tara then stood back and thought, "Richard has disappeared and Tina has replaced him. Now I have my little sister" She said, "Aren't you excited Tina? Look at us. We are sisters now"! Tina, overcome by emotion began to cry and all the girls comforted him. But he was no longer protesting. Clad in the prettiest outfit that any little girl could wear, he seemed to accept the fact that a new life awaited him, at least for the summer. Richard had always been lonely as a boy, had very few friends and wasn't that well liked bec ause of his aggressive behavior. But as he thought over his present situation in his nine year old mind, he decided that maybe being a girl wasn't so bad. After all Alicia, Allison, Cindy, Nancy, Jamie and his sister all loved him this way. And he was going to get to spend the summer in the big city of New York and do things that he had never done in Pennsylvania. As he was reflecting on these things, Tara took his hand again and said, "Girls, I think it is time that we have breakfast and head for the Agency. I know Jamie and Tina are going to be excited about meeting Stacy , MaryAnn and the Stapleton twins. Today is the day that my little girls from Briarcliff begin their modeling careers". Chapter #19 "Pre Teen Models"! Tara Collins was a very feminine woman. As a young executive with the Gabrielle Montaigne Modeling Agency, she possessed the striking beauty of atop fashion model herself. In fact, if it wasn't for her superior business sense that prompted the agency's director to offer her a six figure managerial position, she would still be strutting down the runway with the likes of Claudia, Elle and Cindy. Her fashion sense was flawless and she revelled in her breath-taking femininity that turned the heads of men and women alike. But Tara had what some might call an unusual passion, a passion that at times consumed her entire being. Tara simply adored the idea of taking boys under her wing and changing them into beautiful little girls When she attempted to analyse her innermost feelings she inevitably came up with the same conclusion. During her teen age years, when she was the most intelligent and beautiful girl in her high school, the envy of other girls, and fervently pursued by the boys, her own parents did not fully appreciate her. Tara longed for their approval but it seemed that they lavished all their attention on her baby brother, who was born when Tara was fifteen years old. Richard was a beautiful child, but he was a rival for her parent's affection and mother and daddy doted over him When Tara had her dancing school recital, an aunt accompanied her, because Richard was sick and mother and daddy stayed home to take care of him. When she was chosen prom queen, her parents were not there because they were hosting Richard's second birthday party. Tara began to think that her parents loved Richard more because he was a boy and constantly wished that he was her little sister. If Richard was a girl, she reasoned, Mother and daddy would have loved both of us equally. Consequently in her own mind she began to think of Richard as a little sister, which wasn't difficult to do seeing that he was a very pretty child, who could easily pass for a girl. Tara was never able to overcome her resentment towards her parents for the favoritism shown toward Richard nor was she able to dismiss from her mind the thought that her brother should have been a girl. So when she interviewed modeling candidates at the Briarcliff School for Girls, and discovered my feminized son Jamie and the Stapleton twins, she conceived a plan. "I am going to have a sister", she thought. Smiling to herself, she was pleased that she was finally going to get back at her parents by taking their little all American boy and making him into a sissy girl. She did not tell them of course. Instead she informed them that she would like to have Richard stay with her for the summer. She promised her parents that she would take Richard to baseball games at Yankee Stadium, buy him new trains and accessories for his model railroad set and generally show him all the sights of New York. But it did not quite happen that way! Much to Tara's satisfaction her baby brother would never go to a silly baseball game nor add trains to his boyish collection, while he was in her care. She did keep her third promise though, for the day after Jamie's arrival in New York, she, Jamie and Richard were walking down Fifth Avenue taking in the sights of New York. There was nothing at all unusual about this except for the fact that the boys on each side of the beautiful Tara Collins, were attired in the cutest little girl dresses that any child could ever wear. Tara was in her glory as she glanced down at her nine year old brother trying to hold down the skirts of his dress on this bright but very windy day. "Richard", she said, forgetting that she and her girl friends had renamed him Tina the previous night, " Hold on to the side of your dress honey, or everyone is going to see your panties". Tara felt a new love for Richard dressed like he was, and was not trying to be mean to him by ordering him to keep his skirts down. She was simply anxious for Richard to learn the ways of a little girl for she intended to keep him in dresses for the rest of the summer. As Richard struggled with his rustling skirts, Tara looked to her left and smiled at my son Jamie, who was well trained in the ways of a girl. She whispered to my son, "Jamie, I am so glad that you are going to be able to help Richard get used to being a little girl. I just know he is going to love his new life". Little Richard walked along the street with his left hand in the hand of his big sister and his right hand trying to keep the wind from blowing his skirts over his head. Richard was a nine year old boy and had never worn a dress prior to the the previous evening. Overpowered by Tara and her four girlfriends, the child was forcefully attired in a pretty dress and made to sleep in a frilly nightgown and panties. He was still in a state of shock and had such new and strange feelings flowing through his mind and body. Richard was used to wearing jeans and T-shirts and the rough clothes of a preteen boy. He was used to sprawling on the couch and he liked rough housing with other boys his age. It is true that family and friends often said that he was too pretty to be a boy, but that did not change the way he felt. He loved baseball, playing with his trains, and just doing boyish things. But now, he was wearing a very sissy pink dress, a beribboned petticoat with dainty lace on the bodice and the hem and very silky pink panties. Tara had tied a pink ribbon in his hair and he was wearing Mary Jane shoes and socks with lace on them. He felt the wind blowing the skirt of his dress and petticoat and he felt so weak and helpless without his pants. Tara acted as if it was the most normal thing in the world for him to be in a dress. It's as if nine years of his being a boy never existed for she looked at her brother and saw a little sister now. In her mind Richard was now Tina, a girl! Tara looked down at her brother and said, "Darling, we are almost there". The three girls were on their way to the Montaigne agency where Jamie would start his summer modeling job and where Tara would introduce her transformed brother to a ll of her friends. As they went through the revolving door of the agency , Richard was glad to be out of the wind, but he was becoming acutely awa re of how his silky petticoat tickled his knees as he walked. His little dress and petticoat flaired out with every step he took and it produced such a girlish feeling deep within him. As the trio walked past a mirror , Richard saw a reflexion of three lovely girls swish by and realized that one of the pretty young Misses in the mirror was him. In a moment of panic, he pleaded with Tara, " Please Tara, May I have my pants back". Tara, momentarily surprised by the request of her new little sister, picked him up in her arms and whispered in his ear, "Honeybunch, I'm afraid that is impossible. You see you are going to be a little girl for me and little girls do not wear pants. Just panties, precious child. Now be a good little girl for Sis and I will buy you and Jamie ice cream cones after lunch". She then put him down exposing his frilly slip and panties as she did so. Quickly, she straightened his dress with a sisterly touch and they proceeded to the elevator. As Tara walked into the large second floor modeling agency office, she and the girls were greeted by Jessica Robyns, her young secretary. Jessica had long blonde hair like Jamie and was wearing a smart black business suit. In her ultra sheer hose and high heels she was the picture of the consummate professional woman, feminine, yet very chic and sophisticated. Looking at Jamie and Richard she said, "And who are these lovely young girls? Are they the Briarcliff girls who will be doing the spread for "Young Miss" Magazine? Smiling, Tara replied, "One of them is, Jess. I'd like you to meet Jamie Graham. Jamie recently won the Little Miss Briarcliff Beauty Pageant in Chicago". "Oh my goodness", exclaimed Jessica. "That was the new beauty pageant for boys that you were telling me about. Don't tell me Tara!!!!! Are you saying that this beautiful child is a, a boy"? Tara looked at Jamie and said, "Go ahead Jamie! Tell Jessica about yourself". Jamie smiled and said, "Yes Miss Robyns, I am a boy but mother wanted a girl and raised me as one". Jessica opened her mouth in amazement, not because she did not know that many boys were kept in dresses and treated as girls by their mothers, but because Jamie was so beautiful. She came over and stooping down, held my son gently by the shoulders, saying, "Oh Jamie, your mother did the right thing. You are a beautiful little girl, and please, do call me Jessica." Jamie curtsied sweetly and said, "Thank you, Jessica". Jessica then looked at Richard who looked like an angel in his empire waist party dress. She said laughingly, "I suppose you are going to tell me that this little sweetheart is a boy too! " Jessica laughed again and said, "I know that isn't true". Tara took her by the arm and said, "Jessica, I want you to meet my little brother, Richard, who we now call Tina". Well Jessica was flabbergasted. Anyone who was there would have thought she was going to faint. She gasped and said, "Noooooo. You are kidding me, Tara". Staring at the prettily dressed child, she said, "I can't believe it. You come in with two of the prettiest little girls at your side that I have ever seen and both of them are really boys? Tara"!!!!!!!!! Tara laughed and said, "Yes, isn't it wonderful, Jess? It is amazing what you can do to a boy when you put him in a dress and a little make up. Their whole attitude changes and they are no longer boisterous and hard to handle. They become gentle and some like Jamie actually prefer being girls". Looking at her brother, Tara then said, "And some, we hope, will desire to become girls". She walked over to Richard and smoothed the pretty skirt of his little dress. "Tina is going to spend time with us while we get Jamie and the other Briarcliff girls started on the "Young Miss" layout. Have the other girls arrived yet, Jess"? "Yes, they are upstairs with Diana Evenson getting acquainted with the agency. They should be down promptly. We have two hours to get them ready before the photographers come". "Oh good", Tara replied, "I do want them to wear light make up for the photo shoot. That will give us plenty of time to have them looking pretty". Turning to Richard, she said, "Honey, I want you to watch everything closely. Someday you might be modeling little dresses too". Richard was standing off to the side, shivering because of the air conditioning in the room. Jessica noticed him trembling in his thin dress and got a pink sweater out of the closet and placed it on the boy. "There honey, this will warm you up a bit", she said, as she gave him a hug. Tara just smiled, feeling very proud of the way her brother looked. "He's becoming a little girl", she thought. "He looks so pretty in a dress". As Tara admired her sissified brother, there was a knock on the door. Jessica opened the door and four bubbly, chattering girls walked in. "Jamie"!!, one of them shouted! It was Stacy Summers Mary Ann McCrary, and the twins, Robert and Stephen. Stacy ran to her Briarcliff room mate and hugged him saying, "Jamie, congratulations! I just knew you would be Little Miss Briarcliff! I am so happy for you. Was it fun"? "Oh yes, Stacy, it was so wonderful and I met such nice girls there. You know that Julie finished second, don't you"? "Yes", replied Stacy, "I couldn't believe it. Remember when Julie said he didn't want to be a girl and had to be Ms. Chandler's little daughter and they wore matching dresses for the whole festival? And now he was a beauty contest runner up"! The two girls laughed at the memory of Julie being dressed up as Cindy Brady. "He was happy he was a girl after that night", Stacy said. "I think being Ms Chandler's little daughter really changed him into a girl. Karen made him so feminine that he couldn't go back to being a boy". "Girls, girls", Tara said! "Do not forget to greet MaryAnn and the twins"! "Oh I'm sorry", said Jamie. "I got so excited at seeing Stacy again". Jamie hugged Mary Ann, who was a real girl and then gave a hug to Robert and Stephen, the other boys beside himself who were chosen to model for " Young Miss". A year at Briarcliff had done remarkable things to the two boys from Connecticut. They were no longer rude and wild in their behavior and they conducted themselves in a very ladylike manner much to the delight of their mother. They had learned feminine ways during their year in the midst of two hundred girls and both could now be said to be "demure " in their manner. One thing had not changed though. They were still dressed in the very frilly dresses of young girls. At the recommendation of Headmistress Karen Chandler, their mother decided to keep them in some what babyish clothes until the start of the Fall semester at Briarcliff. The women felt that an extra summer in frills would remove the last traces of boyishness from the children and they would be ready for their traditional school girl uniforms in September. The twins were dressed identically in little drop waist polka dot party dresses with black nylon velvet bodices, short puffy sleeves and a sheer layered skirt with little dots A wide gold sash was tied in a pretty bow in the front of their dresses. Their outfits were darling and Tara's secretary was totally amazed to see that four of the six prettily dressed little girls in the room, were boys. Jessica loved being a girl herself and far from objecting to seeing boys dressed as girls, she thought it was a wonderful idea. "They are so darling", she thought, "just like little Barbie dolls. I bet that their mothers love them in pretty dresses". Tara was thinking the same thing and said to the Briarcliff girls who just entered the office, "Girls , I want you to meet my little brother, Richard. We call him Tina, now". Richard, standing there in his dress was experiencing so many new emotions. He felt like he was on a roller coaster, as he had never felt so different before. As a boy he had been confident, even a little sassy, for he had been a good ball player and athlete. But now he was in sissy clothes, having to interact with women and girls and being treated as one of them. His thoughts were interrupted as the two real girls, Stacy and Mary Ann came over and embraced him. Richard, being all boy, had rarely even touched a girl, and now, dressed in a girl's pretty dress, he was being hugged and kissed by girls. Stacy said, "Oh Tina, you are a girl just like Jamie. Even though you we re unlucky to be born a boy, now you are one of us". She giggled and said , "I absolutely adore your dress". Are you wearing a petticoat too? Without thinking twice about it, Stacy flipped up the hem of Richard's dress and admired the lace and ribbon trim of the boy's satin and lace petticoat. Richard instinctively pushed her hand away only to be reprimanded by Tara who said, "Stop that Tina. She is only looking at your pretty slip ". Stacy, realizing that she had embarrassed the boy apologized saying, "Oh I am sorry Richard. I should have known that you are not used to being a girl yet. Please forgive me". Richard didn't know what to say. He didn't want Stacy to feel bad, but he didn't want anyone pulling up his dress either. "Oh, if only I had my pants back he thought"! But that th ought was immediately lost as Tara came over and whispered to him, "Tell Stacy that you are sorry, Richard. Tell her that you do not mind that she looked under your dress. Do it right now"! Richard could see that his sister was upset with him and he said, "That's ok Stacy. I don't mind". Stacy smiled at Richard and the incident was soon forgotten. Tara then said, "Let's go girls. We need to go to the seventh floor room where the Young Miss layout is set up to be photographed". Tara, Jessica, Richard and the five Briarcliff models proceeded to take the elevator to the seventh floor where they entered the elaborated decorated room designed for their modeling sessions. The photographers would be coming shortly so the girls needed to get changed into the clothes that they would be wearing for the sessions. "Young Miss", a popular magazine for pre teenage girls, was doing a series of articles with the theme, "Sissy Tea Parties". When I first heard of the theme being used, I could not believe it. I could not imagine that a girl's magazine would have a section that aimed at attracting the attention of feminine boys. But when I called "Young Miss " Magazine, I realized how silly I was. It wasn't directed towards boys at all but was rather geared to ultra feminine little girls who loved wearing frilly party dresses. Our creative designers had produced a lovely setting for the pictures. The room was decorated as a lovely garden with colorful flowers, white benches, a daintily set table with a lace table cloth and a cute little goldfish pond. The girls would be posing in their pretty dresses while sipping tea, sitting prettily on the benches, holding bouquets of flowers and feeding the goldfish. It was the kind of place where little girls would feel very comfortable and secure. At 11:00 AM, nationally known photographer Cynthia Schaefer and her assistant Debbie Ryan arrived. Tara introduced the young models to them and the women thought it was cute that three of them were boys. They had taken pictures of boys in dresses before and were not at all surprised. While they were setting up their equipment, Tara took the girls to the dressing room and had two assistants bring out the dresses that they would be wearing for the photographs. The first series of pictures called for the girls to be seated at the table drinking tea with their dolls. Tara's assistants, Alyssa and Eileen helped the twins into their light blue dresses and pinafores. The boys held their arms out as Alyssa slipped the little dresses over them and buttoned up the back. Their little petticoats made their dresses stand out just right. "Come and sit here, girls", Alyssa said. Robert and Stephen gathered their skirts and sat at the beautifully set table. Eileen then handed each of them a daintily dressed doll and said, "Hold your dolls in your laps girls, and pretend that you are offering them some tea". Meanwhile Debbie, the main photographer's assistant was getting Stacy and MaryAnn ready. They were elegantly dressed in little white lace dresses with straw bonnets and white gloves. They would be photographed in their girlish innocence, sipping tea. Jamie was to be in the picture too. Jamie would be seen pouring tea for the other girls, attired in a pretty yellow frock with puffy sleeves and a yellow satin sash. Tara, who was pleased at how cooperative the girls were, was at the same time watching her little brother out of the corner of her eye. "What must he be thinking"?, she wondered. "A week ago he was running around like a raggamuffin, going fishing with the boys, hitting baseballs all over the place and coming home dirty every day. But now, he was in a dress, watching three other girlishly dressed boys and two real girls model for a girl's magazine". Seeing Richard in his dress made her realize even more, "I do want a little sister". For Tara, Richard was going to be the object of her affection and she would never let him feel unloved the way her parents let her feel. But she was going to love him on her terms , not his. That meant that Richard was going to be loved as a pretty little sister, and not as a boy. As the children smiled for the camera, Cynthia Schaefer took scores of pictures. Alyssa, Eileen, Debbie and Tara posed Stacy, Mary Ann and the boys in a variety of poses as Cynthia went through roll after roll of film. Nine year old Richard started to get restless however and while the women were preoccupied with photographing every possible angle for "Young Miss", he began poking a mop handle into the little goldfish pond. He was trying to touch one of the fish but as he reached out, he suddenly lost his balance and fell right into the shallow pond. "Oh Richard", Tara exclaimed, as she picked the dripping boy out of the pond. "Look at your new dress"! The other girls giggled and soon everyone was laughing, as it was evident that Richard was not hurt, only startled. "Come honey, let's find something for you to wear before you get chilled in your wet dress". Tara took her brother to a dressing room and stripped off his wet clothes She put him in a warm shower and after he was finished bathing she dried him off. As Richard stood before her, he said, "Tara, I want my boy clothes back right now". Tara looked directly into her brother's eyes and said, "Honey, I thought we already went over this. While you are here in New York with me, you are going to be a little girl. Don't you understand that"? "No Tara, I'm a boy and I refuse to wear sissy girl's clothes". "They are not sissy clothes Richard. They are very pretty and expensive clothes and I'm afraid that we do not have anything else for you to wear. You don't want to walk around naked, do you"? "I won't do it", said Richard. "YES YOU WILL", Tara shouted, suddenly losing her patience. She then slapped her little brother making him cry. As soon as she did that she felt sorry and said, "Oh Richard, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to do that but honey, you do have to be a girl. That is not negotiable. I have waited too long to have my little sister and I am not going to give "her" up now". Tara then proceeded to dress Richard in the little girl clothes that were used for the modeling sessions. "Now dry your eyes and put your panties on Sis". Richard reluctantly stepped into his panties and his big sister pulled them up. She then lowered a white satin slip over his head and straightened it around his hips and waist. Richard could see that he had no choice and obediently put up his hands as Tara put a pretty white dress on him. She swirled his skirts, smiling as she did so, for this was the sister that she desired. After brushing his hair, pinning a bow on each side, and putting him in little girl shoes, she brought him out again to be with the rest of the girls. Alyssa laughed and said, "Oh, our little mermaid has emerged". All the girls laughed, including Richard, for it was amusing to think that his untimely fall into the pool could be construed as an attempt to go swimming. Alyssa's little joke seemed to break the ice and diffused the tension of an otherwise unpleasant occurence. Cynthia finshed up the rest of the pictures that needed to be taken and the girls started chatting about where they would have lunch. Let's eat at a Mexican restaurant restaurant, said Jamie. I can practice my Spanish there." "Great idea", replied Tara. "I am getting hungry thinking about it. But you girls must be careful not to spill on your pretty dresses". Richard, who by this time was getting very hungry himself, chimed in, "Oh I won't Tara. I'll be careful with my dress". Tara, upon hearing Richard call his outfit, "my dress", almost cried. She was so happy. Could this be the breakthrough that she hoped for? She had expected that it might take weeks to get Richard accustomed to wearing dresses. But he just referred to the dress that she made him wear as "my dress"! This was a reason to be joyful. Tara took his hand and said, "Yes Tina darling. We're ready to eat lunch right now ". So the women and five little girls left the modeling agency to dine together, delighted to see that Tara's little brother accepted the fact that he was girlishly clothed in "his dress" and not the clothes of a boy. Chapter #20 "Shopping with Big Sister"! Tara Collins was the happiest girl alive! Not only had her Briarcliff girls been a smashing success as models for her Gabrielle Montaigne Agency, but she had successfully converted her nine year old brother into a little girl. Well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration in that Richard has not yet said that he wants to be her little sister forever. But she had made a start, and taking him out in a dress yesterday and introducing him to her friends as her sissy brother, had to have an affect on him. Having my feminized son Jamie to help her in Richard's feminization was definitely a plus in Tara's eyes. Today she was going to take Richard shopping at Macy's on 34th Street and buy him a wardrobe for the entire summer. Needless to say there would not be any pants among the summer frills in which Richard would daily attired. Tara tingled with excitement as she contemplated how she would at long last have the sister that she desired. Richard however, did not fully share his sister's expectations. After all he was a nine year old boy who enjoyed participating in all kinds of sports. Living with his mother in the heart of the Allegheny Mountains in central Pennsylvania, he was accustomed to going hunting and fishing with his friends. It wasn't unusual for Richard to get into fights with other boys after school and come home with torn and dirty clothes. Even though he had the delicate features of a girl, he was in every way your typical boy child. As he was brushing his teeth that morning, he found himself experiencing conflicting emotions. He was daydreaming about being at his favorite fishing hole with his friends but the image reflecting back at him in the mirror was not one that he would want his friends to see. For he was wearing a lace timmed, peach-colored, satin baby doll nightgown ans panties that his sister made him wear. He rinsed his mouth out and thought, "Oh my goodness. What is happening to me"? He stared at the girlish nightie with the satin bow and delicately embroidered bodice. He touched the satin ribbon with the tip of his finger, and couldn't believe that he was dressed in such a girlish fashion. What had Tara done to him? Suddenly he became very angry and tore off his dainty nightie , throwing it against the wall. He then stepped out of his panties, threw them down and wrapped a towel around his waist. Then he shouted, "Tara, I have something to tell you". Tara, already dressed in a bright pink summer dress was singing in the kitchen, looking forward to taking her brother "Tina" shopping. Jamie, who had also risen early was dressed in a cute little yellow sundress, with sun flowers on the pocket of his skirt. Upon hearing Richard shout, she went immediately to the bathroom and saw her brother with the towel wrapped around him. She said, "Oh, are you ready to get dressed, honey"? Richard, in a discourteous display of boyish behavior said, "I'm not going to be your sister, Tara. I am a boy and I want to go home". Tara put her hands on her hips, sighing, and said, "Richard, what am I going to do with you? You just don't understand, honey. I am not asking you if you want to be a girl. You will be a girl, and you will do exactly as I say. She went over and grabbed the towel from her embarrassed brother and taking him by the hand, led him into her room. Tara sat her little brother down on her satin bedspread and went to her lingerie drawer. She reached in and withdrew a pair of light blue satin panties which she proceeded to put on a struggling Richard. "Now sit still Honey while I try to make you understand what is happening to you". She pulled Richard close to her and he could feel the silkiness of his panties as he slid across the bedspread toward her. Tara, took her hand and cupped his little chin, saying, " Richard dear, I want to be honest with you. I am already in my twenties and you are only nine years old. I know what is best for you. I love you very much, Honey, and I know in my heart that you will be happy as a little girl". Richard started to protest, but Tara put two manicured and polished fingers over his lips and said, "Hush now honey and listen to big sister". As Tara gently stroked her brother's hair, she began to work on his nine year old mind. "Richard", she said, "or would you prefer that I call you, Tina, dear"? "My name is Richard", the boy protested. "Very well, I will call you Richard for now", Tara responded. "Richard, you need to know that you are a very beautiful child, far too pretty to be a boy. Even though you think you are a boy, mother and I have always thought that you should have been a girl. When you are in a pretty dress as you were yesterday, it seemed so right on you. No one can tell that you are not a girl. Look at me, honey!". Tara felt such an overwhelming feeling of love for her sister to be. She said, "Sweetie, it would make Sister so happy if you would be her little girl. We could do so many things together. It isn't so bad being a girl, Richard. Think of all the things that we could do together if you were a girl. We could go shopping for pretty clothes and dress exactly alike. Richard", she said with genuine emotion in her voice, "We can wear matching sister dresses!" She hugged her little brother to herself, saying, "Wouldn't that be fun, sweetie"? Richard felt so intimidated and when his hand accidently brushed the side of his sat in panties, he pulled it away quickly. Tara, noticing the gesture said, "Richard, you look very cute in your panties. It is alright to wear them Girls love to wear pretty panties". Tara then embraced her pantied brother and holding his face in her hands said, "You are no longer a boy, Tina!" Richard, already feeling like a complete sissy in his satin panties just sat there, as Tara continued. "I am going to let your hair grow long and put you in skirts and dresses. Your nails will always have a girlish shade of pink or red on them and you will wear light lipstick Richard. You should be happy that I am going to treat you like a big girl. Most girls do not get to wear lipstick when they are still so young". Running her finger across the boy's red lips, Tara whispered, "Wouldn't you rather be a big girl honey, or would you prefer that I dressed you in the frilly dresses of a little girl"? Richard was getting confused again. How should he answer his sister? She was giving him a choice, which was nice, but it was between being dressed and treated as an older girl or being put in sissy little dresses like a baby. As Tara waited for her brother to answer, she took his hand in hers and admired the excellent job she had done with his nails. Richard had always had such unkempt nails as a boy and she wondered how boys could get them so dirty. They must be playing in the dirt all the time, she thought. But now Richard's nails were perfectly manicured and had a lovely shade of pink on them. Tara smiled wistfully at her brother and said, "Tina, look at how pretty your nails are. Don't you just love them"? As Richard smiled a little, she felt him weakening in his boyish resolve and continued, "You would look so silly wearing pants with such pretty nails, Honey. I just know that we can find a little dress that would be more appropriate for you. Wouldn't you like to look pretty like big sister, Richard"? "Oh, if he would just stop fighting being a girl", Tara thought. "I really do not want to call my sister, Richard. He is Tina now and I must break this boyish spirit". Richard was sitting silently, looking so cute and innocent in his panties, when Tara began stroking his hair again and started to sing to him, In a sweet melodious voice she softly sang, Oh little Tina, my dear Barbie child, You used to be a boy, but now you are mild, Look at you Honey, you are sugar and spice, Clad in sweet dresses, you are gentle and nice. Tara cradled her nine year old brother in her arms and repeated the verse Singing sweetly to the feminized boy, she meant every word. It just seemed so right in her eyes. She was not being mean to Richard. She just wanted to bring out the little girl that she knew existed deeply within him. Richard, seemingly mesmerized by his sister's loving tenderness, closed his eyes and once again felt a wave of girlishness flowing over him, cleansing him of the rough and jagged edges of boyhood that scorned the world in which lace dresses and beribboned petticoats were acceptable attire. Tara continued singing softly, Oh little sister, you shall be called Miss, Now as a girl, I shall give you a kiss, Your hair will grow long, and pretty you'll be, For you darling Tina, are a girl just like me. Richard let out a little sigh and Tara said, "Oh honey, it's going to be just fine. I love you so much and we are going to be the best of friends from now on. Now little sister, you must get you dressed though, so sit up and let me get you ready". Richard sat up, wiping his eyes, for the strange girlish feelings that he was experiencing had brought gentle tears. Tina, seeing his tears, simply felt more love for her sister. Recognizing the importance of sissifying Richard while he was in this girlish mood did not escape Tara's attention. She knew that she might have to constantly battle boyish regressions, at least until Richard truly became Tina. Tara reached into her scented lingerie drawer and pulled out a little training bra that she had bought for her brother. It was light blue satin and perfectly matched his blue satin panties. Holding the bra out, she approached her brother, who instinctively held his arms out as the girlish garment was placed on him. Tara was so very gentle, and carefully adjusted the straps in the back to make sure that the boy would feel comfortable in his bra. Tara thought, "That really does look much better. He looks so sweet in his bra". Richard touched the smooth satin of the cups and shuttered slightly, perhaps feeling that he was truly becoming a girl. Tara then brought out a full skirted blue satin petticoat from her closet and held it up to her brother's chest. Their eyes met as Tara held it in front of him and words did not seem necessary as Richard lifted his arms and Tara lowered the ultra feminine petticoat over the boy until it's silky skirts were brushing his knees. Tara smoothed out the skirt, fluffing it, and delighting in the hand sewn workmanship of the garment. This was an undergarment that was made for the most feminine of girls but it would belong to Richard thanks to a loving sister who desired that her brother should experience the joy of being a girl. Tara had decided that Richard should have a special treat because he was so cooperative this morning. So she said to her brother, "Sweetie, because you are such a good girl, I am going to let you wear stockings today, just like me" Tara had planned to put little socks trimmed with lace on him, just like a nine year old might wear. But she reasoned that the feel of nylon on his legs as he swished about in his dress and petticoats would perhaps remind him even more of the new life that she had planned for him. Richard had never seen a garter belt before and appeared to be a little afraid of wearing it. Tara simply smiled and said, ""Honey, this will hold your nylons up and it is such fun to wear. "Lift your petticoats dear"! As the petticoated boy stood before her, Tara, kneeling down, reached under his skirts and fastened the blue satin garter belt around his waist, letting the little straps come through his panties. "Now sit down Richard" she said. Richard gathered his skirts around him and sat as Tara lovingly slid the first silky stocking up his smooth leg. Oh, he felt so different as the silk encased his lower leg and thigh. Richard touched his nyloned leg and let his fingers linger. Tara, seeing his move said, "That's alright honey. You can touch your pretty nylons. Doesn't the silkiness feel heavenly? All girls like wearing pretty nylons and you will grow to adore wearing them". She kissed him on the forehead and then slid the other one up his leg and fastened it to his garter belt. "Stand up now Honey, and walk across the room". Richard stood up and began to walk. His petticoats flaired out delightfully and feeling the tug of his nylons agains the garter belt,he thought, "This is the way girls must feel all the time. Richard said to himself, "Oh my goodness. I am a sissy now". But Tara wasn't though with him yet. Richard was being initiated into the wonderful world of women and girls and he was only beginning to experience its privileges and joys. Tara was pleased with the way Richard looked. He was being transformed into her sister before her very eyes. She thought, "I want to see what he looks like as an older girl too. So she fetched a pair of her blue satin heels that she had worn to a wedding where she was a bridsmaid. Tara had small feet and knew that the pumps would fit her brother. So she brought them to the chair where the boy was seated, looking like a demure little princess. She said, "Look honey, now you are really going to be a big girl. Hold out your foot". As Richard did so, she slipped the two and one half inch high heeled shoe on his stockened foot. "Oh such pretty shoes", she said. Then she placed the other one on him and said, "Now stand up Tina". The boy stood, holding on to Tara's shoulder for balance and the two sisters began to walk across the room together. "That's right honey. Take small steps. Oh, you are doing so well. You walk just like a girl". As Richard successfully completed two trips back and forth across the room, Tara swooped him up in her arms as if he were a bride, and kissed him. "Oh little sister", she said, as she straightened his petticoat, "I love you so much". She put him down and said, "Now lets get your dress on you. A proper girl doesn't run around in her underwear!" She giggled playfully and Richard found himself laughing too. It was indeed happening. Her brother was being changed into a little girl and Tara was beaming. For the first time she allowed herself to think, "What will mother think?. Her little athletic boy is beginning to love wearing satin and lace. I hope she will like having two daughters" For the first time, Tara thought of boldly taking Richard back to Pennsylvania fully attired as a little girl. She wasn't thinking about what his friends would say or about whether he wanted to live as a girl. She was simply thinking, "I want a little sister to teach about becoming a young woman and since I do not have any real sisters, Richard is going to become a girl". As Richard waltzed around in his petticoat and heels, Tara's determination was reinforced and she decided right then and there that Richard would become a girl for good. She would convince mother that it was the right thing to do. The boy's dress was a picture of lovliness. Tara was humming to herself as she lifted it from its hanger in the closet. Richard already feeling overwhelmed in his petticoat, panties, nylons and heels, simply swooned when he saw the frilly femininity of his new dress. Tara said, "This is your very own dress, little brother. It is not one of my old ones. I bought it just for you, sweet girl. Isn't it the prettiest dress you have ever seen"? Richard was speechless. But Tara did not want the boy to have any second thoughts so she immediately said, "Describe your pretty dress for me Richard. Go ahead honey. Tell sister what you see". As shes poke to her now girlish brother she gently swayed the dress back and forth and Richard stared at this item of clothing that any self respecting boy would never admire. Richard began to speak, "It's, it's a blue dress, Tara". "Of course it is blue", laughed Tara. "I want you to tell me about the details". She walked over and held it up to him. "Feel it honey", she said. Richard ran his hand over the satin material of his dress and touched the lace edging of its Peter Pan collar. "Yes honey", said Tara. "Doesn't it feel wonderful. Boys can never wear such pretty and dainty things. That's why I am making you a little girl. Tell me about the collar of your dress, dear". Richard felt the collar and said, "It is very dainty and has lace on it, Tara". "Good girl", smiled Tara. "Isn't it pretty"? "Yes, it is", responded Richard. "Tell me about the sleeves Tina", Tara said, calling him by the name she desired for him. "The sleeves are very puffy and have lace and ribbons on them". "Oh hon," said his sister, "that is right. Your dress has darling puffy sleeves and such dainty trim, just like girls love". As Richard stared at his expensive hand embroidered dress, Tara suddenly swung it over his head and helped the boy put his arms through the puffy sleeves. It fell gently to his knees and as Tara looked at her brother and began buttoning him up, she felt, "Oh he is going to make a wonderful girl. I just know it" Richard stood before Tara's full length mirror and was amazed at how much he looked like his sister. He had never thought of himself as a girl before but looking in the mirror was somewhat shocking to him as he did not see a little boy looking back. He saw a feminine nine year old child wearing a petticoat and nylons and he was being buttoned into a delicate light blue dress by his sister. "Just two buttons to go, darling", Tara said, "and you will be a perfect girl". It was as if Tara was saying, "Wearing a dress, slip and panties automatically changes a boy into a girl" Well, maybe it was not able to change him physically, but being femininely dressed was affecting Richard's young mind for he felt light headed, gentle, vulnerable and very, very girlish. Tara finished buttoning his dress and fetched a blue hair ribbon from her drawer. Tying the lovely satin ribbon into his hair, she knew that this was the right thing to do to her brother. He should have been a girl from the beginning she thought. Tara regretted not putting Richard in dresses when he was a small child. But at long last, she had a sister and attired in his new dress with a pretty hair ribbon, Richard certainly looked the part. "Sit down Tina", his sister said, speaking to him more boldly now that he was totally dressed as a girl. Tara took her lipstick out of her purse and began to do the little boy's lips. It was a pretty pink color, similar to the pink nail polish that Richard had on and identical to the lipstick that Tara herself was wearing. She determined that Richard was going to be a younger image of herself. She put make up and blush on the child and after applying her best cosmetics to him, stood back and admired her handiwork. What she saw was not a little boy. She had created her own little Barbie doll, a dainty, girlishly dressed boy whom she would dress and treat as a sister for the entire summer. Tara was so very happy and said, "Tina darling, go and watch television while I get ready. Then we sisters are going to Macy's and buy you all the dresses and pretty accessories that a new girl like you needs to complete her wardrobe". Richard obediently walked to the couch, and smoothing his skirts under him, began watching the home shopping network which just happened to be showing dolls to the viewing audience. Tara smiled and thought, "I must buy my new sister a pretty doll today". It was almost noon when Tara, Jamie and Richard walked into the little girl's department of Macy's. Very aware that he was wearing a dress and panties, Richard felt like he was in a different world. There were other women and girls all around and Richard could see the love in the faces of the mothers as they held up pretty dresses to their daughters. With his still somewhat boyish mind Richard could see the special relationship that mothers have with their daughters that they could never have with their sons. He wondered what his mother would think if she could see him now. Tara on her part was very aware of what she was doing to Richard. She had thought out her plan to feminize him very carefully and she was inwardly delighted that he was at her side as a little girl and not as an out of control boy child. A salesgirl approached the girls and said, "Hi, may I help you find any thing in particular"? Tara looked at Richard and in a moment of forgetfulness said, "Yes, he needs two or three new dresses". The salesgirl, a very pretty high school student did a double take and said, "Excuse me, did you say, he"? Tara, embarrassed for just a moment, quickly recovered and said, "Oh yes, he is playing a girl's part in a play next week and we are getting him used to being a girl". "Oh my, said the salesgirl, "I never saw a boy in a dress before. He does look cute though". She then looked at Richard, and smiling said, "Do you like being a little girl"? Richard looked down and Tara answered for him, "Well, he is still getting used to it but he does like his dress, don't you dear"? Richard just nodded and the salesgirl patted him on the head saying, "That's ok. I think you look adorable. Let's see what we can find for you. Do you want a fancy dress for him", she asked Tara. "Yes, I want two of the prettiest dresses that you have, preferably in pastel shades". The salesgirl pulled two very lacy dresses off the rack, one in yellow and the other in pink, and handed them to Tara. "These are very feminine", she said, "and should fit him perfectly". "Tina", Tara said, calling him by his new girl's name, "Let's go into the dressing room and try these on". The salesgirl, upon hearing the boy called Tina, motioned to one of her friends to come over. As Tara and Richard entered the dressing room, the salesgirl said, "Bev, you are not going to believe it. There is a little boy in the dressing room trying on dresses. Isn't that wild"? Her friend said, "Really, oh I want to see him". While Tara and Richard were changing, the salesgirl and her friend asked Jamie about Richard. "Is he your little brother too", hon?, they asked. "No" my son responded, "He is Tara's brother. She always wanted a little sister and so she is dressing him as a girl this summer". "Oh my goodness", responded the girl. "Did he resist being put in girl's clothes"? "Oh yes", said Jamie, "He didn't like it at all but he really had no choice". The two salesgirls looked at each other and Bev said, "Maybe he should have been born a girl". Of course neither of the girls knew that Jamie was a boy and he saw no purpose in telling them at the time. Just then Tara and Richard came out of the dressing room with Richard clad in a dress that looked like a first communion dress. It was full of lace and fell in gentle swirls around his knees. "Ohhhhhh", said the salesgirl. "He does make an adorable little girl". Tara smiled and nodded her head in agreement. "Do you think his dress is short enough?" asked Tara. "I am afraid that the dress might be a little long on him". "No", Bev answered, "that is the style today. It does come to just above his knees" Richard stood looking in the mirror and felt totally girlish. Boys just do not wear white lace dresses and remain boys for long. A pretty dress changes the way a boy thinks and Richard found himself thinking like a little girl. He thought, "I need a white hair ribbon instead of a blue one with this dress" Of course this is precisely what Tara wanted. She wanted Richard to not only dress like a girl but to think and feel like one too. "I've made Richard a little sissy", she thought, "and soon he will be a girl like me". End of Chapter #20.