As Girly As It Gets - I Always Been A Girl - Part 3

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Abigail,

That night after dinner, when mom winked at me, I went to my room and slipped on the babydoll and robe set. I wore Beth's old bunny slippers, slipped the robe on, but didn't fasten the sash, and went down the stairs and into the family room. Dad looked up, his eyes growing wide when he saw my breasts clearly defined by the wisp of thin material. I watched as his eyes moved down, and the tapering hair on my groin stood out, the thin slit that defined my new reality not seen, but evidently there. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. Before he could say anything mom told him that she and I had made a few changes in order to make it easier for me to fit in, and be more comfortable in public. Of course, he knew about the panty, we had told him, but he didn't see what he thought of as a panty, and that's what disturbed him. We had not told him about the breast forms, so of course, he was shocked to see that I now had breasts. After he quit staring at me, I casually mentioned that Stan was taking me to the show tomorrow. I expected something, but all I got was a shrug. He gave up I think, or he was still so shaken that he couldn't say anything.

I started getting ready at 4 by taking a long bubble bath, shaving my arms and legs to remove the thin stubble that had grown back, then shaved my face as close as possible. I was out of the tub, with a towel around myself when mom walked in on me. In her hand was what looked like a bundle of car tie-downs, but thinner.

"Before you get dressed, I want you to wear this tonight."

"What is it?"

"It's a sanitary belt. It'll hold your sanitary pad in place for you."

"Mom! I don't need a sanitary belt!"

"Yes dear, I know that, but this is part of being a female, and you might as well get used to it since you'll wear one for five days a month, just like the rest of us."

She handed me the bundle, but I could not make out just how it went on, so she showed me, clipping the tabs to the pad and making it tight against me. I felt like I was back where I started, with a lump between my legs.

"Now you can get dressed."

She left me standing there wearing that stupid belt with a huge pad between my legs! I slipped on my panties, then went to the vanity to do my makeup, and put in a few rollers. When I had the bra on I pulled out what I had decided to wear. The blouse is gray with short sleeves, the skirt red, pleated all the way around, and short. On me, it comes to mid-thigh, and showed off my legs just right, especially with the pantyhose.

As I sat there waiting for the curling iron to heat up it came to me. Mom has me wearing this sanitary pad, not because all the other girls do, it's because I have a date tonight! Most boys won't go near a girl that has one on, so I can only conclude that it's her way of making sure he and I don't do the nasty tonight! I finished my hair, slipped some earrings on with a necklace, and slipped my feet into the black flats. Some perfume, my new stuff, then bright red lipstick. I checked my purse, then joined mom to make dinner.

"How does it feel?"

"What?"

She gave me one of her looks.

"Bulky. It feels like I did before."

"You'll get used to it Abbie, we all do, and after a little while it shapes itself to you and gets less noticeable."

I said nothing more about it, and when dad got home we ate dinner, then I helped mom clean the table. Stan was right on time, and dad surprised me by being so friendly with Stan. Stan's face broke out in a wide grin when he saw me, which made me feel warm all over, then he took my hand and we left. He drove us to the show, which was an action movie, then we stopped at Big Ben's for a soda and a burger. The place was crowded with kids I went to school with, and we found ourselves sitting across from a table full of girls that I knew. It was all I could do to stop from jumping up and running out. Not one person recognized me, and I knew two of those girls extremely well! When we left I expected him to stop somewhere and try to ravage me, but he took me straight home instead. He did kiss me, however, and in a moment of passion, I let his tongue slip into my mouth. As we kissed I could feel myself heating up, especially when he put his hand on my leg. Now I knew why mom made me wear this stupid pad. I broke free, thanked him, and ran in the house panting.

That night as I lay in bed my hand drifted to my panty, I pushed the pad aside, and let my finger slip into the panty. It was hopeless. I never wanted to be a boy again. Every fiber in me was screaming at me, telling me I was a girl, in big, bold type. I loved everything about it, including wearing the sanitary pad. I would never admit that either.

Mom wanted to know how it went, I said fine, then she asked me how I felt when he kissed me. Without a thought I said,

"He made me tingle all over."

She said nothing, and I went about my chores, then she told me that dad wanted to see me at the shop, so I drove over alone. He was waiting in his office, papers piled all over the place as usual.

"No more lounging around Abbie. You need a job and I need someone to straighten this mess out and get my records in order, and you're it. I'll pay you of course, and I expect you to answer the phones, take orders and also, dress professionally. No shorts or jeans, okay?"

"Okay, dad."

He moved out of the chair and I sat down. Dad told me he had a few jobs to do, and for me to lock up at five. I looked around and saw paperwork piled everywhere. Dad is a great plumber, but his skill at paperwork lacked a bunch. It was obvious that I had to sort through it all, so I started on the desk, which took almost three hours. I had piled all over the place. Then I started sorting those piles. His computer system is a dinosaur, but I managed to find all of his records, printed them all out, then saved the files to disk. Using the printouts, I found several thousand dollars worth of work that had not been billed! That night, when I told him that, he started grinning until I told him he needed to upgrade his computer and donate the one he has to a museum. Since the money I needed to spend for a new system, was less than what was due, he reluctantly agreed and gave me his credit card.

With the new system, I set up the files to make the office work easier. Dressing as a girl became a nonissue as I worked out how to manage the billing, payables, wages, and so on. It took a week just to do the current billing! Dad's system of billing wasn't the best, but all of his bills were paid. I was putting in 12 hour days trying to set it up and clear up the paperwork. His edict of no jeans went out the window the second day. Kneeling on the floor sorting paper is hard on nylons. Stan did not call for two days, then, when he did, mom told him I was at work, so he called me here at the office. He asked me out for Saturday night. Dad stopped in a few times to check on me, and I could tell he was still uncomfortable with me dressing as a girl, but he never said a word about it. Stan and I went out to the show again, but this time he parked down the street from the house. When his lips touched mine, I turned into a blob of quivering nerve endings that he sent to the edge when he touched my leg. As much as I felt like a girl, I wasn't and stopped him before he gained momentum and I did something I wanted to do but shouldn't.

Valerie came to the office, and in private we talked about what was happening. So far, I have enjoyed dressing as a girl, and done more than I thought possible, especially dating Stan, or even kissing another male, but I knew in my heart that going to school as a girl was out of the question. In schools all over the country, kids were being shot for being different, and this certainly qualified as different. I have no ambition to die because I like to dress this way, so I would have to be myself when school started in the fall. The problem is a growing attraction Stan and I have. Valerie had nothing to offer in the way of a solution, and all I could do was hope for the best. Mom was no help when I mentioned it to her, simply telling me that I would have to work it out myself. That's the dilemma. I don't want to give up what I've discovered about myself, yet the more I thought about it, the clearer it got. In a month, maybe a bit more, I would have to put Abigail back in the closet. Complicating all of this was Stan. Just how does Abbie disappear and Andy show up, without Stan finding out? Sure, I looked like a girl, acted like a girl, at least most of the time, and felt like a girl all of the time, but.

It was a month before I had finally managed to get all of dad's files in proper order, the due bills sent out, and the files in order before I even thought about anything else. I knew that twice in the last four years Dad had been nailed for having "Unaccounted for assets" in the shop proper. He used the axiom that junk expands to fill all available space I think. He had stuff stacked everywhere, and while he might be able to find it, nobody else had a clue! I suggested that we head off the IRS by straightening out the mess, toss all of the junk and sort out what was left. He hated the idea but was forced by the facts to admit it was a good idea, and without asking me, he hired Stan to help sort it all out! Dad said Stan would do the sorting work, and I would create a catalog so we would know what we had on hand. Stan showed up the next day.

Working side by side with Stan was both good and bad. When I was there by myself, I could relax and not worry so much about feminine gestures and just do the work. With Stan there, I had to be as feminine as he expected me to be, plus the added complication of his attraction to me. The first day he showed up I did what mom told me to do, I set the ground rules. I told him that we did not have time for anything but the job, and that I would be in the office until he sorted out the good stuff from the junk. Once in a while Dad would stop by and help, and as the collection of old pipe, used fixtures, and so on grew, it was obvious that we would need a huge scrap tub, so I ordered one. Stan started to take his shirt off as it was so hot, and as he worked, I saw his muscles as they rippled when he moved. I had never been attracted to boys in any way, but Stan was different, and I felt myself wanting to be near him. I stayed in the office more often after that.

Dad,

At one time I had hoped Andy would be a plumber like me, now it was obvious that wasn't going to happen. When I got tired of spending money on this. hobby, I decided to put her to work. I told her to straighten out the office. I figured that all that would happen is a little filing. But Abbie took the job like it was a mission, and has managed to computerize everything! She even found bills that showed money due us! Maybe she'll be a part of the company anyway! This thing with Stan has me confused because Andy never once showed any inclination towards other boys, yet I saw her kiss Stan the other night. I wanted to run out there and shake some sense into her, but Audrey told me no. She told me that Andy is no longer our son. She said he is now our daughter, and I might as well get used to it. After seeing her the other night in that wisp of nothing she had on, I saw her breasts, and what seemed to be.. well, she looks like her mother now. I knew that Abbie was very serious about this right then. That night Audrey told me it's a special kind of panty made for boys that want to be girls, but damn! It looked real! I saw Abbie watching Stan the other day when he had his shirt off. He's a good looking kid, but it seems so unnatural for my son to be watching Stan that way. At least to me.

Abigail,

Stan had the shop cleaned out, the bins emptied, and piles of stuff on the floor. Dad decided to spend the day helping, and as they started putting things back in the bins I wrote down what and how many of each we had. It took all day before they had it done, then it was my turn to finish the job. Dad took Stan to finish a job while I stayed in the office. It took me three days to catalog all of the items, then I started to look around. The office really needed a new coat of paint, and that night I asked if Stan could do it for us. Within a week I had everything set up again, and now spent my days answering the phones while Stan was with my dad. He and I went out a few more times, usually to the show, then, one Saturday night it happened. Instead of taking me home he went to the park. As he pulled me to him, I knew that our relationship was growing stronger, and let him hold me tight. His hand found my breast, and as he massaged me I began to tingle all over. I felt his hand when it touched my leg, then, without thought, I opened my legs and his hand found me. In a flurry of panting and struggle, I had my panties on the floor and he was on top of me. My hand found him, and guided him to me, then, after just a little push, he slid into the panty. I could feel him through the thin membrane as he stroked back and forth, then, all at once he expended and collapsed on me. Ten minutes later we were both dressed again, panting, staring at each other. I had definitely crossed the line this time. I went to my room as soon as I got home, stripped, and went in the bath to clean myself. Stuff ran down my leg, which I washed off, but I could not wash away the fact that I had just given myself to a man, something I said I would not do. I was like Beth, and I hated myself for it. I was going to be a lady, like mom, now I was just another girl with hot pants.

I held in my shame for two days. I was at work when mom stopped in, and saw me crying. Before I could think about it, I grabbed her, hugged her to me, then told her what I had done. She listened until I was done, not saying a thing, then, "You're not the first girl to give in to a boy Abbie, and you're certainly not going to be the last. Think about it this way. You can't get pregnant, and you don't have to do it again."

I hugged her until she pushed me away and sat down.

"Abbie, we have to talk about the future. Do you plan on attending school as a girl?"

"No."

"Can you give up on yourself so easily?"

"The other kids won't understand so easily mom."

"That assumes they know. What if we see to it they don't know?"

"How?"

"Your father and I talked about this a few days ago. We don't think there is any way that you can quit being a girl, so we have decided to change your name to Abigail Elizabeth legally, and get your school records changed. That way you can be the person you really are, and we can all quit this charade, wondering how long this will last. We all know it's permanent, don't we?"

Mom was right. I couldn't give up on myself now.

"If you enroll in the Co-op program, you can attend half days and work here in the office. Your father is very impressed by the way you managed to straighten things out, and wants you to keep working here."

I couldn't find the words to say what I felt and started to bawl again. Then mom and I had a mother-daughter talk about men and women. No, that's not right, she talked and I listened.

My parents took care of the name change, and true to what she told me, I started school that falls as Abigail. Valerie was surprised, but not very much I think, and she kept my secret to herself. Since I started in Co-op virtually from the first day, my contact with many of the kids was minimal, and in any case, they never once questioned my real sex. To them, I was just another girl. Stan also started that fall, and like myself, he was also in Co-op. He was my dad's apprentice.

Stan and dad grew closer while mom and I began to share things mothers and daughters should share. I was seeing Stan every weekend now, and I could not imagine life without him. But after a few weeks, he began to become a little more distant, which bothered me because he wasn't usually like that. Like women everywhere, I waited for him to make his move rather than ask him what was wrong. This lasted for almost a month before I found out, and I was devastated when I did.

Stan,

Bill is smart, and I'm learning a lot from him. Being a plumber is a good profession, and I'm trying to learn all I can from him. He told me it takes a minimum of three years before I can get a license, so it's a long haul, but worth it. He and I were on a job one a day when Abbie came up in conversation, which is when he let it drop that Abbie is actually his son! I was stunned because she and I had sex together, and I was sure he was wrong, but just how would I tell him we had sex? From the minute I saw her in the mall I wanted to be with her. Abbie is bright and funny, beautiful beyond words and I love her. Now her father says she is a male! He should certainly know the sex of his children, but she and I had sex, and if Abbie is a male, how did we manage that? The minute I heard that I wanted to go to the shop and ask her directly, but what if he was pulling my leg? Bill didn't sound like he was saying it as a joke, so I'm half ready to believe him. If Abbie is a male, what does that make me?

Dad,

I really screwed up! I mentioned that Abbie is a boy. Stan was of course in disbelief, but he never challenged me on it. He has been avoiding the shop and hasn't talked to Abbie in a week.

Mom,

When Bill told me what he had done I was furious with him. Abbie has poured her heart out to us, done her best to become the daughter she always wanted to be and worked hard to not show her fear to anyone but us. Stan represents her acceptance as a female, and she is in love with him to the point that they had sex already. I'll have to tell Abbie, but I'll wait until she is at the office, or here at home when we can be alone.

Abigail,

Mom told me what dad had done, and I knew it was over. I was angry with dad because I trusted him, and he blew it. Now I'll be lucky if Stan only tells everyone in the school. Mom sat there looking mad, not at me, but at dad. I was so angry that I wanted to call him and let him have it right there and then! I sank to the bed sure that my new life, the one I had carefully crafted out of my fear was going to be in shambles. We were at home when she told me. It was Friday, so I had all weekend to try and figure out what to do. I am enrolled at school as Abigail, and couldn't just stop dressing as a girl now, even if I wanted to, which I don't. Stan. He is the key to this, and we have to talk about it, but how? He's avoiding me.

Dad,

I've never seen Audrey this angry at me before, and trust me, it's not a pretty sight. She told me in very clear terms what we, she, and I would have to do. I asked Stan to come over for dinner that night. I hope Audrey is right about this. It could ruin all of us.

Abigail,

Mom told me that Stan was coming over for dinner, and the four of us would work it out. She sounded very firm about this, and I'm sure that dad is in for it, but it's Stan and me that are the centerpiece of this little show. Mom told me to clean up, then left me so I could change. If I was going to get torn apart because of what dad had done, I thought I might as well confuse the issue as much as I could, so I pulled out the sundress. It's very feminine looking, and better, allows me to show off some cleavage. I stripped and went to the shower, shaved and checked for stray hairs, then started to get dressed. I was scared at what might happen tonight, so in order to make myself feel as feminine as possible, and because I could, I didn't wear a panty brief or panties or pantyhose. Just my corselet, which gives me a smaller waist and hikes up my boobs. I did my makeup in muted tones of green and gray with black eyeliner and mascara. I did my hair in a flip and slipped the dress over my head, zipped it up, and stepped into my white heels. I put on some white button earrings with a necklace to match, dabbed on some perfume, did my lipstick, and opened the bedroom door. Mom was standing there, reaching for the doorknob.

"Stay up here until I call you Abbie, okay?"

"Okay, mom."

I shut the door to wait. Looking in the mirror all I saw was a girl. The twin mounds of my breasts swelled out of the dress a little, my waist, now a trim 24 inches was accented by the flaring of the skirt, which had a hemline just above my knees. There was nothing else I could do except waiting. About ten minutes later I heard mom call my name. I opened the door to the room and stepped out. The carpeting hid the sound of my heels until I stepped into the foyer. Stan, mom, and dad were all in the family room waiting. I drew in a breathe and went in, sitting next to mom on the small sofa.

"We all know why we are here. Stan, you and Abbie have dated for quite a while now, and I know that you two have had sex, so tell me, is she any less a woman than any other girl you've dated?"

"No Ma'am."

"Bill, has Abbie been anything less than a wonderful daughter in the last few months?"

"No, but..."

"Stan, Bill told you Abbie is his son, and that is true, but look at her and tell me she is any less a woman than I am."

Stan looked at me, shock on his face, but there was no way he could deny the way I looked.

"I can't."

"Then what's the problem here? Abbie loves you and you know it, and I think you love her as well. It's true that she can never have children, but there are other ways to have a family if you two are adult enough to face it together. Abbie is scared that you might hate her, now that you have found out her secret, and you're mad that you weren't sharp enough to discover it on your own, or that having sex with her makes you something your not."

Mom sat back and said nothing for a minute.

"Tell me, Stanley, do you love Abbie?"

He nodded his head, yes, but mom told him to say it.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Does she seem any different than any other time you've seen her?"

"No Ma'am."

"Then we can assume that you still love her?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Bill, we have a few things to discuss, lets go out on the patio."

It wasn't anything less than an order, so dad left with mom, leaving Stan and I looking at each other.

He was staring at me, unable I know, to say anything, which left it to me. "Stan, I wanted to tell you, I really did, but I had fallen for you, and didn't want to take the chance that you would either hurt me or worse, let me worry forever."

He sat there, not moving at all, and I felt my eyes filling with tears. Dabbing with a tissue I waited, then he was standing there in front of me, no smile, his hands at his side. Not wanting to be looked down on, I stood up. Meanwhile, out on the patio...

"You're telling me that Abbie can have sex! How? Never mind I don't want to know!"

"Bill, you brought this all on yourself, but this might turn out to be the best thing that's happened to her so far. And, to answer your question, Abbie can have sex the same way we do. That panty she wears is made in a way that allows her to function as a woman."

"You never told me that!"

"You had no reason to know Bill. Abbie is, in many ways a better daughter than Beth ever was and you know it. Look how she has transformed your office. Beth could never do that. Think about how she acts around you and me. She has always been ready to help out around here, and she loves herself now, something she never did before. We both see it in the way she walks and talks, her smile and the way she is so confident. Can you say that was the way it was before?

"No, I guess not, but."

"Bill, the only question here is done you love her, and will you support her."

"Of course!"

"Abbie".

I looked up as Stan reached out for me, and fell against him. I felt his lips on my cheek, then on my lips, a gentle caress, yet I shivered.

"Your mother is quite a bundle when she's mad isn't she?"

I did not answer him.

"I'd hate to be in your father's shoes right about now!"

That made me smile because he was right.

"Abbie, can we go back a month and start over?"

"Do you mean that? What about..."

I never got the rest out because his lips were on mine, his hands holding me tightly against him.

Dad looked very sheepish when he and mom came back in. They found Stan and me in a lip lock, which we broke off right away. I helped mom make the dinner, and later, Stan and I sat on the patio alone.

"You're going to become a real woman someday, how long does that take?"

"Two years, maybe a bit less, but it'll be worth it."

"I hope so Abbie, two years is a long time to wait."

"I can take care of things, you already know that, and there are other ways."

Just about then he grabbed me and kissed me, his hand roamed up my leg and I let him, then his hand was on my naked sex. I put my hand on his member, stroked it once or twice, then moved away.

"Abbie I..."

"Not here silly! My parents are..."

"Very busy right now."

The lights in their bedroom went off just then, and we were all alone in our private patio. Stan came to me and held me again, then, as he began to stroke my back, whispered in my ear that he loved me. I reached out and touched him again, and watched as his eyes grew wider. I unbuckled his pants and let them fall, pushed him back to the chair, and sat on his lap, facing him as he entered me. It was wonderful to be in control and watch him as his eyes closed in ecstasy. He didn't last very long this time either. He and I stayed out there for another two hours, then he left for home. I went to my room to clean up, then went to bed. In the morning Dad was gone already, so mom and I had another talk.

"Your father knows he screwed up and is willing to try and make amends. I told him that we might as well get you into some kind of program, and he has agreed to pay for everything. After coffee, I'll call the doctor while you get dressed."

About two hours later the doctor, after a quick examination, agreed with mom and gave me a shot. He did say that the hormones might take forever to kick in, but for me to be patient. I went to the office while mom went home. Stan and I never again had vaginal sex, but I did find another way to make him happy that he really liked, and about the time Christmas arrived, I had developed enough that I no longer needed the breast forms. Valerie and I got real close, and I told her what had happened between Stan and me. When I told her my boobs were all my own she almost clapped! She was my best girlfriend, and it showed on her face. We were almost to the Christmas break when Rancid and the rest of the horde caught me again. He was very angry with me, and the look on his face made me shake a little.

"I know where you work bitch. Be careful!"

He stomped off one way while I ran to my car. I went straight to the office and called dad. I told him what Rancid said, and he promised to be there each night before five. Two days later, with dad and Stan in the shop, Rancid showed up as I was on the way to my car. I was almost there when he grabbed me, which lasted maybe ten nanoseconds. Dad yanked him away from me, and as Rancid raised his fist, dad hit him as hard as he could, right in the mouth. Dad was panting in anger, Stan standing by, and Rancid quickly got up and faced my dad. A very serious mistake. Rancid ducked and swung, dad, stepped back, and hit on the point of the chin, which drove him to the ground again. As he was just getting up, dad kicked him, right in the ribs. I could hear snapping bones from where I was!

"I think we have had enough of you around here. Abbie, go call the cops!" I did. The cops were well aware of Rancid, and when they took our statements, they showed no sympathy towards him. Because he was over 18, dad was in the clear. He was protecting his daughter, me, which is fully justified. The cops dragged Rancid away, and I hugged dad as hard as I could.

Stan and I went to the prom of course, and we both stayed working at the shop. It was a very long two years and four months, but I did have my surgery. Six months later Stan took his plumbers test and passed of course. When we celebrated, it was just he and I, and I showed him just how a woman can love a man.

Mom,

Abigail is a wonderful daughter. After Beth went back to school, she stayed there a while then left with her boyfriend for parts unknown, and to this day we do not know where she is. Abbie has blossomed in the last few years, but even while she was still in school she was every bit as much a girl like any other. Stan was a bit wobbly when he found out about her, but they managed to work it out, and now it looks like Bill will have someone to leave the business to. Me? I am happy that Abbie found herself and had the courage to see it through.

Dad,

I have to say that I now understand that Abbie has always been my daughter, even when she was a boy. Sure, I was angry at first, sad that it was my son that wanted to be a woman, then I discovered just how vibrant a woman she is. I love her, and wouldn't trade her for anything. Besides, without her, how is Stan going to be part of the family?

Valerie,

Abbie is my best friend. I never thought that would happen, especially at first, when she told me, then I watched her as she became a real woman. From head to toe, in her heart and mind, she is as much a woman as I am. She has asked me to be her Maid of Honor at her wedding. As close as we are, how can I refuse?

Stan,

I can't imagine life without Abbie. From the first time I saw her to this moment she has excited me, deep down where it counts. Sure I was shaken when I found out the truth, but not one time has she ever been less than the woman I know her to be. I asked her to marry me, and she said she would, so we set a date for next June. God, I love that girl!

Abigail,

Stan has made this all worth it. From the beginning, when I first blurted out what I wanted to be, I tried not to look back. That's not to say I wasn't scared most of the time, I was. But I never could have done this without my parents and Valerie of course. Stan brought all of my senses to life, and now that I am a woman, I intend to raise every one of his in return, right after the wedding.

Thanks for listening to my tale of discovery and longing, fear and love.

The End.