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com/m2fstory. Don't leave the house and go fix your hair down. You look better that way and you'll need to look really good when your father finds out what you've done.
Almost the minute dad walked in the door, mom pulled him aside and told him what I had done. And I'm positive that she told him all about Diane as well. I sat in the family room waiting, sweat running down my back like a river, my makeup damp.
I heard his footsteps before I saw him. The rage written on his face was undeniable, and I cowered back, afraid of what he might do. He took one step towards me when mom spoke, using his nickname.
Pickles, remember you promised? Yeah, right. Don't hurt the little girl standing back.
I should take your little ass in the garage and let you know what I think of this. But you're very lucky that I promised your mother that I wouldn't. The white in his beard glistened in the light as he easily moved around, pacing as he watched me.
Dad had a belly on him, but his agility always amazed me. His eyes never left me as he decided what to say or do. Then it came.
His South Jersey accent more prominent as it always was when he was angry. Your mother tells me that you already have breasts. Is that true?
When I didn't say anything. Answer me. Damn it.
I guess mom says so. Don't you know? I shook my head.
No. Then I can assume that not only are you stupid, you can't even tell when you've grown breasts. No, sir.
I just didn't. I think mom said that because her breasts have not yet popped out so to speak and the process was so gradual that she just didn't actually look for them. But she has them and in my opinion even if she quit taking those pills she is about to develop anyway.
Be quiet Piper. I don't care about that. Dad said with disdain in his voice.
My son the girl. Now what do we do? This was supposed to be punishment not a chance for him to become a girl.
Yes, I know that, honey. But it's done now, isn't it? Now, we have to figure out what to do about school.
Because by the time summer is over, I'm positive that Julia will have the body most girls her age would have. And if not, then soon after. We just cannot ignore this because it isn't going to go away.
Besides that, if Julia was taking those pills, what does that tell you? You tell me. He said, it means that no matter what, we were going to end up with a daughter no matter what we did.
It's as plain as day. Julia has always wanted to be a girl. And all our punishment did was confirm what she already knew.
That's why she took the pills and why we don't have any choice but to accept the fact that Julia is here to stay. Now, calm down. Take a deep breath and let's look at this objectively.
So, you're taking her side in this? There is no side. Julia is part of the family, our child, and is entitled to expect us to protect her.
The fact that she wears skirts and not slacks does not make it any less an obligation on our part. Do I like this? No.
Do I wish we had done things differently? Yes. But now it's done, isn't it?
Done, isn't? What about that other one, Diane? Did she put you up to this?
No, Dad. It was me. I took those pills on my own.
Dad stormed away, clenching his fists for a moment. Then he stopped at the dining room. What I should do is get you a buzzcut and make you wear coveralls.
But since you obviously want to be a girl so much that you took those pills and it looks like I cannot stop you, then I'm thinking that you should get every chance to be as feminine as possible. Tomorrow I am going to find you one of those charm schools which you will attend every day until I say otherwise. Let's see how you do.
Who knows? Maybe they'll be able to turn a boy into a girl. But even if they can't, I don't really care.
You're about to get every chance I can think of to experience every single thing a girl does. and you're going to prove to me that you're right and I'm wrong. Turning to mom, there isn't going to be any more discussion, Piper.
Julia will attend whatever school I pick and she'll participate in everything they have to offer. Is that clear to both of you? I was left sitting there with mom staring at me.
All she said was, "Well, you're still alive. " But that was no consolation. My dad had lost all respect for me.
At least it seemed that way. That's when the tears started flowing. A torrent that brought on sobs.
Not because of what he said I had to do, but because of the way he looked at me. Mom left me sitting there crying walking into the kitchen. I could hear my parents talking as I ran up the stairs and into my room.
My first instinct to trash all the clothes, makeup, and so on, become a boy again, and hope that dad would forgive me. But as I ripped open the drawers, I just couldn't do it. Falling on the bed face down, I cried into my pillow, knowing that mom was right when she told me how dad got his nickname.
Pickles, they called him. Because of the way he got so sour when he was mad. He's had that nickname since high school.
Mom told me. When my tears finally dried up, I was left to face the reality of my situation. Torn between what I knew in my heart, what I had to become, my love for my father, and my need for his attention.
I didn't leave my room for the rest of the night, sleeping badly as I envisioned all sorts of horrible things happening to me. I must have dropped off late because I was exhausted the next morning. Rather than get all fixed up like I usually did, I wrapped a robe around myself and went to the kitchen.
Mom was sitting at the table alone. Bad night? Nodding my head.
Yes. Get some juice and sit down, please. When I was seated, your father is very angry with you.
He always knew that you wanted to dress up like a girl and he was just beginning to accept that. But what he cannot accept is the fact that you weren't honest with us. You know how he is, how he views the roles of men and women.
And he just cannot accept the fact that any male would willingly become a woman under any circumstances. He just cannot see you doing any of the things that girls and boys do together. And he hates the very idea that taking those pills was very stupid and you know it, honey.
I think I understand why you did it, but look at what's happening to us. Maybe the doctor can reverse it. Maybe.
But what good would that do? Sooner or later, you would just take them again anyway, right? And if that's the case, all that would do is postpone all this.
He hates me, Mom. Maybe it would be better if I just left. Stop that right this instant.
You're not going anywhere. What you are going to do is exactly what we tell you. Mom leaned forward a bit, put her elbows on the table.
Then, in my opinion, the only way out of this for you is if you become the kind of daughter we would have had to start with. That means that you'll have to attend whatever classes your father says, then excel at all of them. Take away all of his doubts about this, honey.
Work hard at being the girl you want to be because that's the only way you'll be able to show us that this is what you really want. I think your father can accept you as a girl if what he sees is all girl, not a boy in a dress. Do you understand what I mean?
Yeah, I guess it's all ornone. Right. And that not only means how you look, but how you act.
Now tell me, did you get those pills from Diane? I said that I wouldn't tell, but I was in so deep that anything that would help. I nodded my head yes.
How did she get them on the internet? I told mom there are places you can buy them without a prescription. Pausing.
What I don't get is why she took so long to develop anything. Almost 10 months while I'm starting to get bigger. Diane has a thinner frame, honey.
She can't weigh more than 125 and her face is longer. You are more dotsolid with a rounder face and more meat on your bones. I'm sure that's why those pills acted on you as quick as they did.
You simply have more fat to work with. Pausing, she said, "Go get dressed, Julia. We have to take you to the doctor so we can figure out what those pills have already done to you, plus what we can expect later.
" After what mom told me, I made sure that I looked as good as possible. Then, wearing a skirt and top, she and I went to see the doctor. After he heard what I had done, I got it all again from her before she started checking me out.
I weighed 8 lb less than before, but she confirmed what mom had said. Even if I quit taking the pills, I would continue to get bigger, at least for a while. How big were you in high school?
The doctor asked mom. Oh, about a B-cup. I think I wore a size six if that helps.
Since daughters usually tend to develop like their mothers did, in this case, since she has been taking the pills so early in puberty, I'll say that she will probably develop about the same way you did. That's a guess, of course, but the averages are on my side. Julia will probably start developing rather rapidly now that she has begun to develop breasts.
Her hips also show signs of widening and the almost total lack of body hair are all signs that Julia is about to become a young lady. So even if we take her off the pills, she'll keep growing. Her blood work shows a high level of estrogen in her system.
So yes, if she quit taking the pills, things will eventually taper off and her normal male hormones would kick in. But all you would end up with is a masculine girl, which I'm sure Julia doesn't want to be. So, I'll prescribe the hormones, and I want her in here once a month for a checkup.
Okay. Mom filled the prescription. Then, she got a call from dad.
Listening, I knew what it was about, which was confirmed when she and I went across town to the charm school dad had picked out. It was actually a house. And as we walked in, we could hear music coming from another room.
We were met by a woman named Janet Stikney. She wasn't that tall, a bit older than mom with graying hair and brown eyes. Hello.
Can I help you? Yes, my husband called. About Julia?
Oh, yes, he did call and he was quite explicit about what he wanted, and I assured him that we can meet all of Julia's needs. That's fine. Is there anything she'll need?
A leotard is all she will need to bring for now. We keep everything else on hand. Can she stay?
We can get her started right away since I have another girl starting today. Mom nodded her head yes. You can pick her up at 5, but have her back here at 8:00 in the morning.
I was shown around, not really doing much that day. But after that, my life became nothing but hell. Janet sounded nice, but she made sure that I did everything she told me, even when she had me walking around with a book on my head.
She did not allow any padding. So I was a flatch chested girl until I started to fill out as month later. The other girl I started with was younger than I was about 12 and didn't seem the least bit put off by anything we were asked to do.
At home, it was only slightly more tolerable than torture. As my dad refused to ask even one question about the school he put me in. I didn't see any of my friends, not even Diane.
Mom had me toss out all of my boy clothes, then started buying things she said I would need. 2 months after I started the charm school, it happened. The explosive growth that everyone said was coming.
Almost overnight, I developed a breast bigger than an A, a tad smaller than a B-cup, and my hips really rounded out. When it came time to start school again, I was sent to a different school. with my dad's words ringing in my ears.
Since you have developed so much, we are not going to send you to some expensive girls school. You'll attend just like before, but as a girl. How you cope with it is entirely up to you.
So, I hope those classes you've been taking have helped because this is what you wanted. And now you have it. Just 2 days before school started, Tom came over.
Everything about me had changed. My hair had been dyed blonde. I was wearing blue contacts instead of glasses.
and I didn't have an ounce of padding anywhere. When I answered the door, I was wearing a pink tube top, shorts, and no bra. By the look on his face when he saw me, he appreciated the changes.
Julia, you've really changed. Yeah, a little, I guess. I haven't seen you around for a while.
I thought I would stop by and see what's up. I've changed, Tom. That's what's up.
I can see that, Julia. And I have to say, you look a lot better. There have been a lot of changes, Tom.
a lot. I didn't see you at sign up. You change schools.
I'll be going to St. Marks. At least your folks didn't send you away.
That's something. I was uneasy around Tom, which was a new sensation for me. The way he looked at me made me feel sexy, I guess.
But I thought that I looked like hell. He asked if he could stop by or call once in a while, and I said yes. Then he left.
I was feeling things alien to me and wasn't sure why. I actually saw Tom as handsome rather than just a friend. I started school and was accepted as a girl by everyone.
Although I had to really be careful at all times. After a few weeks, I found myself starting to talk like the other girls did and actually giggling. I never giggled before.
Being a girl in school was a lot different that being a guy, that's for sure. And I did my very best to fit in. Like the time all of the girls decided the school policy on skirt length was restrictive.
Every girl and even some of the boys wore mini skirts to school in order to get the rules changed. We did force a small change. And for the first time, I felt as if I was one of the girls.
That uneasy frenzy of feelings that washed over me when dad and I had our confrontation began the process that let me feel complete. And while dad hated what I was doing, it was his demands that set me on that early course that led to my becoming a woman. By the time I reached my senior year in high school, there was virtually no difference between myself and any other girl.
And like so many of them, I wasn't thinking about going to far with a guy, so it didn't matter. I went to the proms, most sporting events, and joined several clubs, all while attending the charm school twice a week. Janet always knew that I was a boy and she went out of her way to make sure I learned what I needed to be a real girl.
She and I also had long talks about what I wanted from life. Like a godmother, she is the one that looked over me, made sure I learned everything I needed to know, and encouraged me to chase my dream as far as it would go. I did not see Diane again for almost 2 years, and when I did, I was shocked.
She had gone from that demure, sweetl looking girl I knew to something I barely recognized. Her hair was three colors of blue, spiked. She wore skintight pants and a next to nothing top.
Rings pierced her nose, eyebrows, at least four in each ear, and her makeup was stark and outlandish. We tried to talk, but clearly she and I had nothing in common. I had become a well-dressed young lady, ready for college while she had rebelled against something, and her change only made it possible to dress like she did.
My dad had finally seen that I had become a young lady and our relationship became more loving, evidenced by the way he always grilled my dates. The dictionary says that frenzy is a mad, frantic mania or a turbulent, delirious excitement, all of which I experienced in my quest to become a woman. It was a hard road, but I would do it again if I had to because in this case, the ends justified the means.
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