Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2021 00:12:20 +0000 (UTC) From: Renee Randall Subject: A Change of Direction (TG/teen) The following story includes some graphic sexual activities; sexual activity between an adult and a minor; and, consensual crossdressing and feminization of a male youth. If you are under the age of eighteen, reading or possessing of such literature is illegal where you are located or such writings offend you, what are you doing here? Go away! This is a complete work of fiction and any similarity with any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Any rights of reproduction or use beyond Nifty remain with the author. Please contribute to Nifty so that free online publication of and access to such materials continues to exist. A Change of Direction By Renée He was determined to continue no matter warm it was out under the sun that day. It was hard trying to fit in with the other boys. Being somewhat uncoordinated when it came to sports didn't help either. He didn't really like the other boys and knew deeply in his heart that he would much rather have been a girl, like most of his friends were. Worse, the school board had just decided to segregate all the schools in the district by gender beginning in the coming session, including his junior high, and he was expected to fit in. In his mind, participating in sports of some kind had become a large and obviously necessary part of fitting in. If he kept practicing, he was bound to start sinking baskets sooner or later. It was just a matter of time and patience, he told himself. He had almost all summer to get it right. "Like a little help with that?" her voice cut through his fog. He stood there, blankly staring at her for a moment. He'd seen her around before, but other than that she was a couple of years ahead of him in school, didn't really know anything about her. She wasn't exactly the most feminine looking girl he'd ever seen, but neither was she at all unattractive. "Here, give me that," she said, indicating the basketball in his hands. He obliged, tossing it to her. She dribbled a couple of times and shot, sinking the ball cleanly from more than fifteen feet away - nothing but net. "You gotta visualize it going in before you even throw it. Here, you try." Tommie tried. Once again, he hit the rim. "Here, go again," she offered. "This time, give it a little more height and distance." This time it hit high on the backboard and glanced off the side of the rim on the rebound. This went on for about a half an hour, without him making any significant progress. The only thing he'd really learned by the end of that time was that her name was Becky. "I'm afraid the only thing I can say is, as far as basketball goes, you suck," she finally said, with a laugh. "Look, I didn't expect much, but I really thought I could help you some. "Okay," she went on with a knowing smile, "I know something about you that I bet you don't know I know. Word's out in the rumor mill that sometimes you like to wear girl's clothes when you don't think anybody's looking." He was stunned. He didn't think anyone knew about his crossdressing. He'd always been careful. He only did it when he was home alone and didn't think anyone would know. Of course, there were the rare times he'd raided a laundry hamper while using a neighbor's bathroom, for the brief wearing of some girl's panties while daydreaming about being her. "You can close your mouth now," she added nonchalantly. "I don't mind at all. In fact, I kind of like the idea." "You do?" he responded incredulously. "Yeah," she concurred. Then adding, "In fact, if you'd like to, come on up to my house sometime and I'll let you dress up in some of my clothes. I got all kinds of dresses I never wear and I bet they'd fit you. You know, it's just me and my Mom and she keeps trying to make a real girl out of me." "You would?" he couldn't believe his ears. "Sure," she replied reassuringly. "Hey, why don't you come up right now. It's still early afternoon. We'd have plenty of time before she gets home and it's hours before your Mom would want you home for dinner." "Now?" he asked, hesitating for a moment. "Why not?" she responded cheerfully. "I don't know. I just..." "Come on," she urged him. "It'll be fun." "Well, okay...," he relented. A short while later, Tommie found himself standing in Becky's bedroom as she stood in front of him. "Okay, take your clothes off." "Right here, in front of you?" he asked, nervous about undressing in front of her. "Sure," she replied nonchalantly. "If you want to be a girl, you gotta get used to undressing around other girls like me. Go on. Get undressed." "Everything?" he balked momentarily. "Everything!" she demanded. He began taking everything off, pausing momentarily before taking off his jockey shorts, but did finally slide them down and off. "Now let's get you into the shower," she ordered, turning him around toward her bathroom. "Now, let's wash some of that sweat off and get rid of that excess hair." Tommie soon found himself in her shower stall, washing himself off with a scented soap. Then she suddenly joined him in the shower, equally naked and holding a razor. Before he could say anything or object, she started shaving his underarms, legs and even his crotch. So clinical and quick were her actions that he barely even reacted to her touch. After finishing showering herself and getting them both dried off, Becky took a quick glance at his crotch, licked her lips, then turned around and pulled a pair of lavender with black lace trim nylon panties and matching B cup bra out of her top drawer. "Here, put these on." As he slid the panties up his legs, his cock, already somewhat erect from the intimacy of the shower, suddenly sprang into the most intense erection of his life - far more than the panties could contain. To his disbelief, as he slid his arms into the bra the erection intensified even more, almost painfully so. Becky quickly spun him around and hooked up the bra for him when she saw him struggling with it. She then reached into the drawer and pulled our four more pairs of panties, stuffing two into each of the bra's cups. "Can't have my girl flat chested," she commented as she stroked her hands over and shaped the fake tits. "Now, come over here," she said, taking him by the hand and leading him to a make-up table, "and sit," as she turned him away from the mirror. She started to pluck some of his eyebrows. "Wait!" he objected, alarmed. "If you do that, it'll be noticeable when I go home." "Don't worry," she reassured him, but mislead him. "I'm only getting rid of the unibrow and thinning it a little. Nothing drastic." She immediately went back to her plucking over his continued objections and completely ignoring his concerns. Soon his brows each had a nice feminine arch to them - clearly too much for a boy's face. She then started in on his make-up, being careful with every detail. Tommie strained, trying to get a glimpse of himself in the mirror, but she kept turning his head away, saying, "Wait until I'm done. I want you to get the full effect." Twenty minutes or so later she said, "There!" as she stood up straight. "Now let's get you into some shoes and stockings," she added as she pulled out a pair of thin white ankle socks and handed them to him to put on. A moment later she pulled a pair of two inch white pumps out of her closet and handed those to him. As he pulled them on, Tommie said, "They're a little tight." "That's okay. Stretch 'em out. I'll never wear them again anyway. Only got them for a friend of Mom's wedding. Besides, I'm told beauty is supposed to hurt." Then she turned around again and pulled a very pretty lavender satin dress out of her closet. "Mom got me this for that wedding too. I'll never wear it again if I can help it," she noted, as she held it up. "You can consider this yours." Taking another look at the very swollen and now very red penis sticking out of the top of the panties, she said, "This'll never do." She set the dress down on her bed and turned back to him. She knelt down in front of him and started stroking his cock through the nylon panties. "Feel good?" she asked looking up at his face. "Oh God," was all that came out of his mouth as his back began to arch. "How about this?" she went on as she leaned down and began to lick the head of his penis. Shortly, she had his whole shaft engulfed in her mouth and began giving him is first blow job. When he finally came, she took the entire load in her mouth. She then stood and leaned in to kiss him, sticking her tongue deep into his mouth and forcing him to share some of his cum with her. Becky quickly cleaned herself off and wiped the remnants of the cum off of Tommie's lips, trying not to do too much damage to his lipstick. After repairing his lipstick, she had him stand and slid the dress down over his head, zipping it up behind him and tying the attached satin sash in a large bow behind him. She then pulled out a shoulder length wig in almost the same color of dark blonde as his own and carefully positioned it on his head. Turning him toward the mirror, he almost gasped when he saw himself, transformed into a very lovely and very believable young woman. "You're gorgeous, Tina," Becky said as he stood there admiring himself. "Tina?" he queried. "Well you have to have some kind of a girl name," she responded casually. "'Tommie's' just not going to do. "Hey, I'm thirsty," she went on, turning toward her door. "Let's go into the kitchen and get something cold to drink." "Dressed like this?" "Sure," she replied. "Why not? I mean, no one's gonna see you and even if they did, they'd just think you're a girl. No one's ever gonna know about this unless you tell them or want me to. Come on." So, for the first time ever in his life, Tommie ventured out into the rest of a house completely dressed as and really looking like a girl. Initially it felt a little weird to him, but before long, he hardly even noticed. They sat around talking girl stuff, watched a little TV and generally had fun - not paying a bit of attention to the time. Becky started feeling a little horny again, thinking about what was under the skirts of that dress. She started to slide her hand up under Tommie's skirt just as the front door opened and in stepped her mother, dressed for work in a red, white and black print dress. "Becky!" she blurted out, surprised to see her daughter with her hand up another girl's skirt, "Just what do you think you're doing?" Quickly pulling her hand out, she answered, "I'm sorry, Mother, I didn't know you were home yet." "So it would be okay for you to molest this girl because I wasn't here to see it?" "No. It's not that," Becky struggled to say, "You don't understand." In the meantime, Tommie was frozen with fear at the possibility of his secret being discovered. Despite having seen how feminine he appeared in the mirror, he was still certain his real gender would only be obvious. "I don't have to understand anything, young lady," her mother went on. "Some things are appropriate and others aren't. There's a time and a place for everything, but our living room, during the middle of the afternoon is no place for anything like this. "Now, excuse me, dear," she added, looking at Tommie. "I'm afraid I don't know who you are or how you know my daughter, and I'm sorry about meeting you like this. Please excuse my outburst. "Now, what's your name, sweetie?" she finished, looking directly at him. Tommie was still frozen. "Relax, dear," she said, softening her stance slightly. "I won't bite you." "This is Tina," Becky volunteered. "Tina, this is my Mom," "Tina," she responded thoughtfully. "That's a pretty name. That's a pretty dress you're wearing as well - a little much for an afternoon visit to a friend's house, but very pretty. In fact it looks just like one I bought for Becky that she wore to a wedding last month. "Also, your hair looks a lot like an old wig of mine. "Just who are you really?" she said, suddenly reaching out and pulling the wig off of Tommie's head. "Tommie," he replied meekly. "No, I think Becky's right," she came back as she gently replaced the wig back on his head. "You're Tina. At least for now." Becky's Mom pulled her aside and had a quiet, private word with her. After a not so brief but obviously significant and intense discussion, they came back and Mom said, "Okay girls, what would you like for dinner?" "I don't know, " Becky replied. "I probably oughtta get changed back into my own clothes and get back home before my mother misses me," Tommie added dejectedly. "Don't worry about her, Tina," Mom responded cheerfully. "I'll take care of that. "I know," she went on. "Let's go out for dinner tonight. Tina and I just need to get ourselves changed into something a little more appropriate. I mean, after all, child, that dress really is a bit much for a simple meal out and I've just got to get out of my office dress." "I can't go out dressed like a girl," Tommie protested. "Everyone will know and they'll laugh at me." "Nonsense," Mom responded. "No one will suspect a thing. In fact, if you hadn't been wearing a dress I recognized as Becky's and a wig that used to be my own, I never would have thought a thing about it. You make a very pretty and very believable girl. Now, come on; follow me. "Becky, you know what to do," she added with a wink. Leading the way, as Becky stayed behind, she helped pick out something a little more casual from Becky's closet - a pastel blue blouse that buttoned up the back and a navy blue flared skirt. She held them both up to see how they'd look on him. Carrying them with her, she had Tommie follow her into her bedroom. Turning her back to him after laying the blouse and skirt out on her bed, she said, "Here, unzip me," as she kicked off her three inch heels. He obliged her and momentarily she was standing in front of him in her bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. "Now turn around, dear." He did as he was directed and she undid the sash and unzipped the party dress he was wearing. Soon he was standing there in front of her in bra, panties and shoes and socks, his rigid cock straining against the elastic from the panties as it's head proudly poked out above them. "Hmmm. What do we have here?" she queried, looking at the beet red head. "We'll just have to do something about that." She had him sit on the side of her bed and slid the panties down past his knees and off over the heels. She then proceeded to lean down and take his cock into her mouth, as her hand found its way between his ass cheeks. One of her fingers started playing with his tight little ass hole, teasingly poking gently at the opening from time to time. As she gently sucked and slid her mouth up and down over his member, her finger stealthily found its way inside the virgin rosebud. Having gradually worked it as far inside as her finger would reach, she started slowly working it in and out, gently massaging his prostate. Momentarily he had an incredibly intense orgasm, spilling an enormous amount of cum into her eager mouth. She held it briefly in her mouth, savoring its flavor, swallowed then brought her lips up to his. As she kissed him, she slid her tongue into his mouth and gently coaxed his tongue into her still cum flavored mouth. "Now, let's get you dressed," she said standing up. After he had pulled his panties back on, she quickly helped him into the blouse, buttoning it up behind him, and slid the skirt up his legs, positioning it around his waist. "We'll have to fix your makeup before we go, of course," she added with a wry look on her face. "So, you just sit back down and wait right there on the bed while I get changed." As he sat there, still recovering from the incredible blow job and incredulous at what was happening, she calmly took off her bra and panties and threw them in her hamper. She turned, fully naked, to him and said, "So, you like wearing girl's clothes." He nodded. "Ever wish you were a girl?" she pressed on. "Yeah. I suppose," he admitted hesitantly. "You suppose?" she blurted out, stifling a laugh. "Come on, now. You can be a little more definite than that. I mean, I don't think it's a bad thing at all, if you wish you were a girl. In fact, I think it's a good thing - a very good thing." "Then, yeah, I guess I do," he said with a little more commitment. "I wish I was a girl." "Well, you know, if you were a girl, in time you'd have real tits like these," she said, holding hers somewhat up and together. "Well, maybe not quite like these, at least not yet, but when you got a little older they might even be this big. "Do you ever wish you had real boobies?" she went on casually, as she pulled a matching bra and panties out of her dresser. "Yeah," he again admitted, somewhere between bashfully and wistfully. "You know," she said, pulling on her panties. "You could, if you really wanted them." "No I couldn't," he countered. "My parents would never allow it. They keep trying to make a man out of me as it is; and the way my Dad talks about...," he left off, not wanting to think about it. "Here, be a good girl and hook me up, would you?" she asked after a moment, turning her back to him, the two halves of the bra strap in her hands. He did as he was asked, hooking the bra together as she adjusted the cups in front. She turned around, facing him again, grabbed his hands and put them directly and firmly on the cups of her bra, saying, "Here, feel them. Note their weight and see how my nipples stiffen up at your touch." He did and his cock began to stiffen up again as he did. "Oh," she reacted, noticing and looking down at the bulge appearing in his skirt, "We can't have that again; and it's back so soon. I guess need to take care of that again before we leave here." She reached down grabbing the bottom of his skirt, lifted it up and pushed it into his hands. She then took the almost completely erect member into one hand and began stroking it. Meanwhile, the other hand fondled the partly filled cups of his bra, as she said, "This would be so much more fun if these were real. Don't you think?" The thought of actually having real breasts inside the bra combined with the repeated strokes to his cock were enough to push him over the edge into his third orgasm of the day. She quickly cleaned him up, smoothed down his skirt, saying as if nothing had happened, "Now I'm going to finish getting dressed, so we can go out to eat." As soon as she was changed and dressed for eating out, they left with Becky and headed into the nearby city. After arriving at Mom's favorite restaurant, really not much more than a glorified coffee shop, they were quickly seated at a booth near the back of the shop. Almost immediately after being seated, Mom said, "Tina! Keep your legs together when you're wearing a skirt! Do you want everyone to be able to see your panties?" "I'm sorry," he replied, abashedly. "I didn't think.." "No, you didn't think," she cut him off firmly but gently. "Now let's decide what we're going to order." Looking at the menu, Tommie decided he wanted a hamburger with all the trimmings and fries. When the waitress came to get their order, Mom quickly ordered for everyone, including a salad for Tommie, never giving him a chance to order for himself. "You have to start watching your weight, Tina," she explained. "'A moment on the lips. Forever on the hips', as my mother used to say." They continued sitting there and talking as they waited for their order, when Tommie spotted a boy he knew from school coming in with his family. Worse, this was a boy who had bullied him since the first grade who immediately started looking directly at Tommie. "Oh, my God. It's Randy," he exclaimed under his breath, ducking down slightly and trying not to look back. "What's wrong, Tina," Becky asked, noticing his reaction. "That boy that just came in with his family," he replied, barely above a whisper. "I know him from school and he's staring right at me!" "I wouldn't worry about it, dear," Mom cut in casually. "I doubt he recognizes you. He probably just thinks you're pretty. Boys stare at girls all the time. It's just something you have to get used to." "He knows who I am!" he responded, nearly panicking. "He's gonna tell everybody!" "Relax, Tina," Becky reassured him, placing her hand on his. "Mom's right. He probably has no idea who you are and just wants to fuck you." "Becky!" Mom reacted. "Language!" "Sorry, Mom, But it's true." Going on, she added to Tommie, "Besides, pretty much everybody already heard you like to wear girl's clothes anyway." Adding quietly aside to him, "How do you think I knew?" "Becky's right, though," Mom concurred. That's probably the real reason he keeps looking at you. He wants to have sex with you." "Well, I don't like it," he came back nervously. "It makes me feel weird." "Join the club!" Becky responded sarcastically. Their salads arrived and momentarily they were busy eating and talking. Tommie kept noting, in as discrete a manner as he could manage, that Randy kept looking at him He couldn't help but notice as he did how the boy wolfing down his hamburger and fries looked. Tommie had never realized what it looked like when someone ate that much that fast before and, in reaction, unconsciously started taking even smaller bites of his salad. When they were almost finished eating, Randy got up from his place and walked over to their table, addressing an almost panicked Tommie directly, "Hi. My name's Randy and I think you're about the prettiest girl I've ever seen. My family and I are going to see a movie after dinner and I wondered if you'd like to join us." Mom interceded, saying, "Randy, I'm sure you're a very nice boy and Tina might be interested, but we have other things we need to do right now. Maybe at some later date." "Could I maybe have your number, then?" "Certainly, young man," Mom responded before Tommie could reply, quickly writing her number on a napkin. "Here you go," she added as she handed it to him. "I'm sure Tina would love to go to a movie with you sometime." "Thanks," he replied, waiving his prize. As he walked away, Tommie asked, "Why did you do that?" "It won't hurt you to find out how boys treat girls first hand," she commented in response. "You just might change your mind about them. You'll never know until you try." "I've been around boys enough to know everything I need to know," he came back somewhat angrily. "I never liked them. Don't trust them." "You think we trust them?" Becky inserted herself pointedly. "Look: Men worry that we're going to somehow damage their fragile egos, while we women worry that men are going to kill or rape us." "Oh, but when you find the right man, it can be wonderful," Mom added cheerily. "Speak for yourself," Becky countered, sounding annoyed. "I'm with Tina on this. Men and boys are animals, best to be avoided." "If I'd always felt that way, you wouldn't be here," Mom responded. "Remember, without them, we can't have babies." "I know that!" Becky reacted defensively. "I'm not stupid." "I never said you were," her mother answered in her own defense. "I'm just saying you shouldn't judge them all without giving them a chance. After all, if you really believed none of them were redeemable, Tina wouldn't be here right now. Would she?" "Tina never really was a boy anyway," Becky insisted adamantly. "Right, Tina?" "I guess so," Tommie replied sheepishly. "At least I never wanted to be." "See?" she stated, proving her point in her mind. "Well, we're not going to be able to answer this question right now," Mom stated wearily. "We need to get going home." With that, she stood and they all headed out of the restaurant after paying their bill. Once home, Mom directed Becky and Tommie to change into nightgowns. "But, what about me going home?" Tommie queried. "Don't worry about that," Mom replied assuredly. "You're spending the night here." "My Mom said it was okay?" he responded in disbelief. "Everything's already been taken care of," she answered him casually. "Now you girls go get changed into your nightgowns." "Which one should I give Tina to wear?" Becky asked. "How about that pink babydoll nightgown you've never worn? You know, the one you got for Christmas last December?" she responded. "Oh, but first, Becky, take that bag of rags out to the garbage and put it in the can. I want it there before tomorrow morning's pick up." Tommie was completely unaware that the bag she'd referred to contained the remnants of the clothing he'd been wearing when he first came there. As soon as she was back inside, Becky took Tommie into her room, helped him out of his skirt and blouse and unhooked his bra. Handing him the babydoll nightgown, she said, "Here you go, Tina. The panty is kind of a granny panty, but it goes with the top." She hungrily noted the rise in his penis as he pulled up the panties. After he pulled on the top, she pulled him toward her and kissed him as she started stroking the rapidly hardening member and gently pinching his nipples through the flimsy nylon. Before long he was groaning and weak in the knees and again came violently. She caught his ejaculate in her hand, having already pulled his penis free, and lifted it up to his lips, saying, "Here, have a taste." He stuck out his tongue and tasted it. With a shrug, he said, "Doesn't taste any better than it did before or when your Mom made me taste it." "Not to your liking, eh?" she said, looking at his face and pondering his comment about her Mom. "I guess you don't have to. Some girls do though." "But I'm not..." "Yet," she cut him off. "What do you mean?" he asked. "I'm glad you told my Mom you wish you were a girl," she answered, looking him square in the eye. "Because, you're going to become one. Did you know that?"" "I am?" he responded, a little startled. "You were going to become one whether you wanted to or not," she went on, moving a little closer to him. "But this sure makes it a lot easier." "Don't I have any say in the matter?" he asked, a little frightened at what he was hearing. "No," she replied plainly. "What about my parents?" suddenly nervous. "Oh, I'm sure they'll miss you and all that, but we're going to have so much fun together," she replied cheerfully. "It's going to be so great for my Mom to have a daughter she can dress up like a real girl. Then she'll leave me alone about it. "Not only that," she added gleefully, "But now I'm gonna have a boy-girl I can fuck any time I want." "Wh - what about school and all that?" he stammered, feeling cornered. "Don't worry about that," she answered. "We're moving next month anyway. Mom got a new job back in her home state and she'll take care of everything. "You know," she went on, "you probably ought to learn to like the flavor of cum. Any boys you date are probably going to want to fuck you, but, well, you don't have a vagina. So I guess you're either going to have to take it in the ass or get them off by giving them a blow job." "A 'blow job'?" somewhat horrified at the prospect. "You know, that's where you take a guy's cock in your mouth and suck on it until he cums," she replied acidly. "Duh." "Like you and your Mom did to me?" "She did, did she?" she responded thoughtfully, both imagining herself doing the same again and how she might use that knowledge. "Good to know." After a moment of thought, she went on. "You know, you really ought to concentrate on learning how to give a good blow job, because I don't know if you'd be able to take it in the ass without them finding out you're really a boy." "But I don't even like boys," he replied. "I don't want to go out with any of them, at all, anyway!" "Like Mom said," she responded, palms up and out, "you just might change your mind. "Not only that but I just might make you," she added playfully, imagining making and watching him give a blow job. "What if I just decide to change back into my own clothes and go home?" he asked rhetorically. "Too late for that," she answered informatively. "That bag of 'garbage' I just took out; that was what was left of the clothes you came here in. They're all shredded already, so if you go home, you're either going to have to go there naked or dressed as a girl." "I can't do that!" he exclaimed. "It's five blocks from here and I'll be seen. Not only that, but my Dad'll kill me!"" "I know," she responded smugly. "What about your Mom?" he reacted frantically. "She can't really be okay with doing this!" "When I suggested it right after she first met you, she agreed right away," Becky answered. "In fact, she so much liked the idea she's going to turn you into what, in the porn industry, they call a 'shemale'." "A 'shemale'?" "That's someone who looks just like a woman; you know, tits, butt and everything; but has a penis - preferably a functioning one," she added as she stroked his penis through the nightgown. "Are you girls coming or what?" Mom called from the living room. "How long does it take to change into your nighties?" "Coming," Becky called back adding to Tommie, "Don't get me wrong. I love my mother to death. I mean I really love her, but sometimes... "Do you know what I mean?" now the rhetorical question was hers. Tommie was feeling very confused. He was very scared. He was very excited. He was very worried. He was almost joyous. He was anticipating the possibility of complete relief. He was also anticipating the possibility at utter humiliation and physical attacks should he be discovered. The feelings were completely overwhelming him and he started crying silently, tears pouring down his face. "That bad?" she asked, taking his hand somewhat sympathetically. "It's not that, really," he responded. "I just don't know. It's..., it's everything." "Are you happy or sad?" she asked, genuinely interested. "Yes. No. Both, I guess." "Scared?" He nodded. "Mom!" she called out. "Tina needs you!" Then turning back to him, said, "It's gonna be okay. Really. You're gonna love it. I promise." Mom came quickly into the bedroom, having already changed into her own nylon nightgown. "What's wrong Tina?" "I just told her what we have planned for her," Becky answered. "I think she's scared." "Is that it? Are you scared?" she asked as she pulled his head into her breasts "It's gonna be okay, little girl. Everything's gonna be just fine." Feeling his cock beginning to respond to her, she pulled him into her and rubbed herself against it through the layers of nylon. "Just fine." Then backing off, she added, "Come on girls, let's have some ice cream and watch a little television. Then off to bed. Oh, and Tina, make sure you wash that makeup off before you go to bed. Got it?" "Got it," he replied, wiping the tears from his face. Barely suppressing a laugh at the look of his makeup and tear smeared face, she corrected, "In fact. Why don't you do that right now. You can leave the wig off too for now; give both it and your head a break. Oh, and don't worry, you're hair should grow out enough by the end of summer that we can give it a very cute, short style." "With short hair aren't people more likely to recognize me?" he asked, still nervous about being discovered. "Like I told you, we're moving out of state in a few weeks," Becky offered. "And you're coming with us as my little sister. No one's ever again going to know you were once a boy, unless you tell them or give yourself away." "That's right, Tina," Mom added, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead. "By the time summer's over, you're going to look, act and talk like a girl all the time without even thinking about it." "What about as I grow older?" he wondered aloud. "Won't I grow a beard and get big muscles; well, maybe not big muscles but bigger than a girl would?" "Ever hear about hormones?" Mom queried. "Yeah," he replied. "They taught about them in sex-ed. There's boy hormones and girl hormones and they control how you grow. I know that." "Well, there's a little more to it than that, but you're basically right," she replied informatively. "Just about every aspect of your body's functions are controlled by hormones of one kind or another, including when you grow, when you stop growing, when puberty starts and what kind of secondary sex characteristics you develop." "Okay," he acknowledged. "Since you're barely starting puberty," she went on, explaining, "it's possible to manipulate your hormone levels to interrupt them so that you develop as a girl. We can slow down your growth. We can even prevent you from ever developing a beard or male body hair and keep your voice from changing." "All that from hormones alone?" he responded, almost in disbelief. "That and more," she answered directly. "If we start you on the right hormones right now, even your facial features will develop more like a woman's than a man's. As far as anyone else is considered, you'll look and sound as female as any genetic woman, even when you get much older; so don't worry, you're not going to look like some kind of freak." With that, Tommie relaxed a little. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad at all. After all, he'd always wished he was a girl. He worried a little about missing his family, but they'd never really been supportive of him and clearly would never have let him transition. With them, he'd have to wait until after he was completely on his own and already an adult man. That, plus the fact he'd enjoyed the sexual activity of this day and now thought he was in love with both Becky and her mom. After eating a small bowl of ice cream and while watching a sit-com on TV, Tommie fell asleep in Mom's arms, his head resting on her breast. When the show was over, she carried him into her room and placed him in her bed, where he slept the night next to her. In the morning, he woke to the sound of the garbage truck's hydraulics picking up the can and started thinking about the previous days happenings. Feeling the nylon nightie against his skin told him it wasn't a dream. He smiled.