As Girly As It Gets - Changed For Good - Part 2

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Marty's 15th birthday was alright. He was slowly drifting away from the rougher boys, but he would still hang out and come home late. His grades were up a little more, though. During these passing weeks, he had been discovering the pleasures of his new anatomy. It was no longer so foreign nor objectionable to him. He was beginning to discover that his breasts could be very stimulating and rewarding erogenous zones. And Diane felt like rewarding him with some pretty things. Finally, he was getting in touch with his feminine side and was behaving for a change. No pun intended. It had been eight months. Well, she thought, whatever it takes. He had plenty of warnings. If he becomes Mary, so be it.

He got a bunch of stuff, better than Christmas. There was a new computer game. He also got a couple of pairs of size eight jeans, some pretty blouses, skirts, the little basic black dress, hose, flats, a pair of wedge heeled sandals and heels, 3" inch patent ones in addition to his new bras in beige and white and some new wedge heeled slippers. He hadn't even seen the new blouses and other summer stuff, including his new swimsuit, hanging in the closet.

"Do I have to wear this stuff, Mom? It's all really neat and pretty, but it's all GIRL stuff!"

"Don't you like my taste in clothing? Don't you like the look and feel of your nighties and panties and your blouses, camis, and everything?"

"Well, yeah, but!"

"Honey, come here and look in this full-length mirror. You haven't had a stitch of boy clothes on in months. I had hoped that getting you into more civilized clothing would help to civilize you, and you ARE a better student and much sweeter than you were. Have any of the students said anything about the way you dress?"

"No."

"Well, you see! And it does look and feel nice, doesn't it?" "You know it does, Mom. All the girls recognize that you're wearing girl's clothing, but the boys don't. I can't deny that."

"Well, before you look in the mirror, go upstairs and get out of that sports bra and into your new white one under that white blouse and come back down here." "OK."

So I went upstairs and got out of that damned choker bra and into the nice satin one. I arranged my new toys in the cups and put my blouse back on and then thought, 'what the hell, I'll go for broke and surprise the heck out of her. I sat down and put on a pair of thigh-high hose and a half-slip and a dark blue tight skirt and the pretty pumps she bought me. 'Just look at those legs in high heels, would you?

'Good, I feel strange, but why am I so aroused, and why do I feel so HOT? I avoided the mirror in the bathroom and went back down, swinging my hips the way I'd seen all the girls do when wearing high heels.

"Now, come over to the mirror and tell me what you see."

"Geeze, Mom! I'm a girl!"

"See, that is what I mean."

"Alright, I'll wear them, but I sure feel weird. I do look kind of cute, though."

"Feeling weird will pass, honey, you'll see. You handle those pumps very well, sweetheart."

"Thanks, Mom. I feel awfully girlish lately, and heaven helps me; I think I may even like it. I really appreciate your getting me all the nice clothes and things. They feel wonderful."

"Gratitude is not something I'd expect from my son. Are you still my son?"

"I'm beginning to wonder about that too, Mom. This feels so strange but nice too. I don't know how to explain it. I feel pretty!"

'Mary' stayed in her new pretty things the rest of the evening and truly mastered her new high heels. She didn't take them off or complain about them but went on to adopt the sway needed to walk gracefully in them. It was hard to think of 'her' as Marty. I thought she might become rather attractive and popular as a girl if the school would accept the change.

His last report card was better, one B, 3 Cs, and a C- in the gym. Well, he finally passed gym, even if it was by the skin of his teeth. And his first B since his dad died. This is getting a little better.

By the 4th of July, it was nothing but hot, and Marty wanted to go swimming, but he knew the only way was to wear the new suit that his Mom gave him, bottom AND top. With just a little padding, 'she' was a B cup now, and I had given her the new swimsuit knowing this was going to be the tiebreaker. If 'she' went swimming with her girlfriends as a girl, the die was cast.

"Mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Will you show me how to style my hair and use cosmetics so I can go swimming?" "Sure, honey. I thought you'd never ask. Are you upset about having to do this?"

"No, Mother. I really can't wait to see how I look. I want to see if I can be as pretty as my friends."

"Trust your Mom, sweetie. I'm going to have to start having to worry about boys now, and that is something I never thought of before."

"Everything you need is in this little waterproof makeup case."

She spilled it out onto his desk, soon to be her vanity table as well. She was, after all, only 15, and Diane had no intention of letting her date until she was 16, so it was pretty basic, several lipsticks, nail file and enamels, liner, shadow, and waterproof mascara and eyebrow pencil and some blusher.

"I want to take you down to the makeup counter at Maynard's department store and get you the right shade of makeup base and a professional lesson on how to apply it. We can do that this weekend if you like."

"Great. I've always thought girls who knew how to really use makeup could look so nice, and I'd like to cover up some of these freckles too."

"You know, dear, if you are going out as a girl, don't you think you should change your name? Have you thought about it at all?"

"Actually, Brandy has been ragging on me about it. She says I'm way too cute to be a boy anymore, and I'd better think of a new name I like."

"Let's see, if I just drop the "T," I'd be Mary. Would that be OK? It would sure make things simpler, and I think it will make it easier for my friends too and for me."

"Yes. Alright. Mary, it is then. I think you are going to really enjoy this summer. Here now, I can't really do this for you, but I will tutor you, alright?"

"First, you need to pluck your eyebrows into a more feminine arch than I did the first time and that I will do so you will see how they should be and not make a mistake. Just pluck from underneath and in the middle if you have to. You want them along and slightly above the bone, well-defined and expressive. You know, I never noticed it before, but you have wide-set eyes that slant a little upward like a lot of girls."

And, over the next 15 minutes or so, Mary sprang to life in full bloom, complete with full makeup including indelible lipstick and gloss.

"Like it, honey?"

"Mmm, yes. Tasty too. Marlene and Brandy are going to be blown away."

"Don't be too disappointed if they aren't. Do me a favor before you go swimming this afternoon."

"OK. What?"

"Go put on your slip and that black dress, some hose, and your new heels for me."

You want me to model for you?" "Sort of."

Diane left her new daughter alone while she changed. Mary had no idea. She managed to get down the stairs without falling and walked across the room like she'd seen models do. She really didn't do too badly with the heels either, and these pair were 4" with about a three eights inch platform sole. They were very sexy sandals.

"Like it, 'she' asked?"

"Sweetheart, I'm going to let you answer that one yourself. Come into the hall and look in the mirror. In the mirror, she saw what her Mom saw, a very pretty young girl with a blossoming figure, tiny waist, and fuller hips, and the dress and sandals made her tingle all over, and her nipples stand right up and show through. Her mother noticed her erect nipples, and Mary caught her looking.

Mary said, "Yes, I see what you are looking at, and yes, I just love it."

"Oh, Mom, I'm sorry I've been such a bitch. Please forgive me," and she began to cry. "I promise I'll study, and you won't have to scold me anymore. I'll be a good girl."

"Oh? Does this mean we've seen the last of Marty? We can move to a new school district if you like. I've already talked to Mrs. Brand about it."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. But you have to decide by the middle of August so we can be there when school starts."

"I don't know, Mom. I see what you see but let me bounce Mary off Marlene and Brandy first. If they like me this way, then maybe I'll try to stay. I'm really very fond of them."

"Alright, Mary. Go up and change into something more comfortable."

"Mom, can you come up here a minute?"

"Sure." She had on her new suit, and Diane saw at once why she had been summoned. "You don't need to explain it. I see the problem. Let's go right out and get you a couple of one-piece suits, and you can wear your control brief under them." And so they ran over to Walmart and got a couple of suits that Mary liked with push-up pads that made the most of her new charms. She tried them on at the store, and everything was fine. No one could tell. Marty's equipment had become pretty useless and regressed to the size of about an eight-year-old's anyway, although now, when she played with her breasts, she got an orgasmic feeling in her panties. It still felt good, very good.

Mary was sitting on a bench outside the pool waiting for Marlene and Brandy with her hair up tied high with a bow, a pair of big hoop earrings, and with white shorts, sandals, and a frilly violet-colored blouse on. She'd also done her nails, now quite long, and toenails a dark rose.

They were a little late. As they walked up the stairs, they noticed the cute blonde girl sitting on the bench and went over to the other one and sat down. Marlene said in a normal tone to Brandy, "I wonder where he is? We're late, though. Well, he usually is too. Let's just wait a few minutes, and then we'll go in."

Mary was enjoying this tremendously. After a couple of minutes, she went over to them and said, in the quiet voice she had learned to use that originated high in her throat instead of her chest, "Hi, my name is Mary."

"Who are you waiting for."

"Oh, just a friend of ours, Marty Snelling."

"Oh, I know him. Bit of a rebel, isn't he?"

"Well, Mary, he seems to have gotten a lot nicer lately, and we kind of like him but not as a boyfriend. In fact, lately, he's been almost as much fun to be around as another girl. He's really very sweet."

Something went 'click' in Marlene's head just as she said that, and she just sat there frozen for a long moment and then said, having a terrible time containing herself, turning, "Brandy? Haven't we met Mary somewhere before?"

Mary could see in her eyes that now she and Marlene were having a little fun with Brandy, and it was delicious fun.

"Gee, Marlene, I'm not" and there was another long, pregnant pause as she looked Mary over from head to toe, taking in the whole girl, the cute figure, hair, makeup, nails, clothing. "No, I don't think so." Then Marlene very calmly leaned over to Brandy and whispered what she knew.

"No! I don't believe it. No way," said Brandy! Then she quieted down a little and stood up, looking eye to eye with Mary and said, "she just told me that," and Mary broke in, saying, "I know what she just told you, and it's true!"

"I guess I don't have to worry about anyone else. You guys are my best girlfriends, and you were clueless."

Brandy just stood there still stammering while Marlene and Mary were giggling themselves silly. They both had to sit down again; they were laughing so hard.

Finally, Marlene got control of herself and said, "Alright ladies, let's go swimming. I'm sure Mary will fill us in. They showed their passes and went into the girls' locker room, and changed. There were stalls on the girls' side as well as lockers, and when Mary came out in her new black suit, her friends were stunned a second time. Both their mouths hung open. The suit had a demi push-up cup which still allowed Mary's nipples free rein, and they were erect, and she was showing plenty of cleavages. There was not a hint of Marty.

Marlene, recovering, said to Brandy, "maybe we won't get a chance to talk here after all. The boys may be all over us with her here." They stepped through the chlorine bath and went out and found as secluded a spot as they could, and Mary did indeed have a chance to explain what had happened to Marty and explained that she was beginning to be really happy about it and was really torn about having to move to another school. Her friends understood, though, and vowed to make the most of the summer.

"There's a dance every week at the pavilion in the park, Mary. Have you ever been dancing?"

"No. The crowd Marty ran with wasn't into that, so he never learned."

"Wonderfully said, Brandy. Then you won't have anything to unlearn. Marlene and I will teach you, and we can all go together. It will be such fun. Have you got much of a wardrobe?"

"Why don't you come over and see, and I'll introduce you to my Mom. I'll model anything you like, and I really want to learn to dance in heels too."

"I suppose we'll have to teach you how to protect yourself from boys. It's one of the hazards of being as cute as you but don't worry, we've already been through survival school, and our skills are good. You'll be fine."

"Gee, I hope so, Brandy. I don't want to end up in a ditch somewhere."

"Are those yours?"

"Yes and still growing."

"Well, they are going to try and fondle you, and if you like it, fine, but be careful."

"I do wear a control brief, so it will be hard to get at me anyway, and if I'm going to be with a boy, I'll wear a panty liner. I think you are right. With a little training, I'll be fine. Thanks for the offer. I'm going to take you up on it." How about cooling off little girlfriends?" They all went down and ran off the one-meter board screaming.

They did teach Mary to dance while Marty, on the very rare occasions when he made a pretense at being around, had to wear a very tight sports bra, and he still looked like a girl. His old crowd had deserted him and just as well. They figured he'd gone gay on them, and, I suppose, they were a little right about that because Mary certainly did have herself a good time at the dances, and she was very popular.

What's more, she now enjoyed having a boy hold her close and looking up into his eyes. She was learning to flirt. She would just tell them she was from another school, which may soon be true. Her Mom had upped her dosage for the last month to clear away any doubts, and Mary had to take the padding out of her black swimsuit. She was a B+ now.

Her Mom sat her down on August 14th and said, "alright young lady, what's it going to be. Are you going to resurrect Marty, or do I sign this new lease ten blocks away?"

"Only ten blocks?"

"Well, that puts us in the next district on the border of this one."

"That's neat. I can still see Brandy and Marlene."

"So, what's it going to be?"

"Mom, I know that Marty was a really bad kid the last couple of years, and he deserved what he got, which is me. All his old buddies have deserted him now, and all he has left is my girlfriends anyway. It really has been a terrific summer, and I've had more fun than you could imagine. In fact, I'm on overload in the fun department."

"Marty used to be a good student, so I know I have the potential to get that back, but I've been so happy as Mary, I don't really think I want to go back to being Marty. I don't even know if I could do it. My body just won't go back to being Marty anymore, will it?"

"No, honey. That is out of the question now."

"Is this making any sense?"

"Of course, honey. It makes all too perfect sense. You've been socializing as a girl all summer, and your figure is really turning out nicely. Your girl hormones have turned your mind around completely. You really can't think like a boy anymore, can you?"

"I really don't know, Mom, but I really don't think I want to go back to being that stinker again anyway."

"Then it's settled. I'll contact our attorney, and we'll get you made a legal girl. I don't mind at all if you want to live as my daughter. We can do mother/daughter stuff. It will be fun."

"I suppose you know how you got here by now. You've figured it out, right?"

"Yes, Mom. The OJ and the vitamins. Pretty potent vitamins. I guess you were really fed up with Marty, and I want you to know that I love you, and I don't blame you. From your standpoint, you must have been very frustrated."

"Thank you, honey. It's nice to know you aren't mad at me."

"Why would I be mad at being handed a life I never dreamed was possible. Marty could never be as happy as I am right now."

"Well, if you are going to be my daughter, we have to take you to a doctor and get you some proper hormones, OK?"

"Sure, the sooner, the better. At 5'5" and 115 pounds, I think I have a lot more potential than Marty could. I'm content. Sign the lease, and let's move. I can't wait to see what new adventures are at my new school."

"More boys than you can handle, I wager."

"If it gives you any comfort, Mom, Marlene and Brandy have not only given me dancing lessons. They've given me 'survival' lessons in the female world, and I've already been tested. I'll be fine. You'll see."

"Alright then. I'll go to the school and get your records changed, so there are no hassles for you, and then see about changing your birth record. Welcome to the women's world, honey. I hope you continue to like it."

New school. New adventures. Next time.