As Girly As It Gets - I Always Been A Girl - Part 2

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Abigail.

I sat on the sofa, waiting in the family room when dad got home. Mom told him we were going out to dinner, and he went to change. Unlike mom and I, he was ready in twenty minutes.

Dinner was at a fine restaurant, and we talked about many things. I went in expecting the worse, but I was accepted for what I seemed to be, a young lady. "We're not going to turn you into anything you don't want to be, but we are certain that living as a girl is the only way for you to find out what you really want in life. Looking at you over the last few days hasn't changed my mind, just my perception. You look very pretty, maybe better than Beth in some ways, and I'll admit that you have changed my idea of a male dressed as a female in a lot of ways already. Maybe I was wrong."

For my father to say he was wrong is a statement of such enormity that I was speechless!

"That's why," said mom, "we bought those clothes for you today. We wanted you to have enough clothes to get by for a while. If this is what you want, I'll show you everything you need to know to be a woman, from how to dress, sit, walk, or even hem a skirt or dress if you want. Everything a girl should know to become a lady."

After that, they said nothing more about it and we finished dinner and went home.

The next day mom and I went shopping again, added blouses and some tops, then more and better makeup. Those were just a few of the things we picked up. I got some more earrings and so on of my own, shorts and some jeans for girls. On the way home mom let me drive, telling me where to turn and so on, ending up at a small shop. Instantly I knew why we were there. Inside, I had to endure being fitted for the new partial breast forms, but once they were molded and attached to my chest, and I felt the weight of them, I instantly loved them. They looked great, and made it seem as if I had breasts of my own! Mom paid the bill and we went home.

"You're fortunate Abbie. The fitter told me that unlike the old ones, these are made of the new latex and can stay on for months at a time! When I saw them for the first time they looked so real that I can't imagine you taking them off for any reason!"

Smiling, I thought, 'neither can I'.

That night I scanned most of my ID into the computer, then used a picture from the digital camera to recreate everything with the name Abigail Elizabeth Grant on them. Mom told me that she would take me to get a new license the next day. I was on pins and needles all morning, waiting for mom to take me. I had on the pleated tan skirt with a white blouse and white flats. My makeup was as perfect as I could make it. Mom had helped me with my hair and looked almost as good as I did in the salon. I smelled of perfume, tasted the soft pink lipstick, and not only looked but felt more like a girl than ever.

"It will be fine Abbie. Just relax."

She was right. The woman at the counter never even asked me what sex I was. She simply marked the box for female, and I had a new license! As I started to leave, a classmate, Valerie, walked up to me.

"I know you from somewhere. My name is Valerie."

"Abigail Grant," I said, then, as a mom and I watched, her eyes grew wider.

"You're"

"Her name is Abigail Grant Valerie." Mom was a bit forceful and Val stayed silent.

"Can I come over this afternoon Abigail?"

I wasn't sure I wanted to discuss this change of mine with Valerie but looked at mom who nodded her head yes.

"Okay, Valerie. See you then!"

I got in on the driver's side and sagged against the wheel. "I'm dead for sure mom!"

"Not necessarily Abbie. Valerie seemed to be a nice girl. She'll understand."

"She's also one of the most popular girls in school mom. You saw her. She's gorgeous, has that smile of hers, and boys chase after her all the time. I should be so lucky to be like her!"

"You might be. Just be patient."

I was on pins and needles as I waited for Valerie to show up, which mom thought was funny. I checked and rechecked my makeup and hair, added perfume and lipstick, and paced the kitchen. Finally, Valerie showed up.

Valerie.

When I saw Andy, er, Abbie, I was shocked, to say the least. Oh, I had seen boys dressed as girls before, my brother even did it a few times at Halloween. But this isn't Halloween, and Abigail looks spectacular, to say the least. I never knew that Andy wanted to dress like a girl, and I've known him since grade school! The fact that she was getting a new drivers license, dressed that way, can only mean one thing, and that is she intends to be here a while, and with her mother there, it's obvious that her parents are letting her do this, even helping her in a lot of ways. I know what kind of person Andy is, and I can't imagine Abigail being any different, but I had to find out, so I asked if I could come over to her house. I have no idea how this will work out, but I'll give her a chance to tell me before I make up my mind.

Abigail.

I let Valerie into the house, and at mom's urging, we went out on the patio. Compared to her I was still just a boy in a skirt, and as she let her eyes roam over me I felt like a butterfly stuck on a board.

"Damn! I never would have guessed this about you! You look terrific!

No, better than that, you're gorgeous!"

She took my hand in hers and demanded that I tell her all. My secret was out now anyway wasn't it?, so what did I have to lose? She listened to me, then, when I was done she sat back.

"Not very many kids are going to understand this Abbie, you know that don't you?"

I nodded my head yes.

"Some, maybe even most of the guys certainly won't, and might even get violent about it if they hit on you and then find out. Myself, I don't care, but trust me on this, you'll have to be very careful, or so damn good at it that nobody would ever know, or figure it out."

The despair that had plagued me for so long once again rose in my throat, swelling until I felt myself wanting to cry.

"Looking at you Abbie, I'd say that you have the looking good part down pretty good. Now all you have to do is master the rest and get on with your life." Valerie turned out to be a lot more open-minded than I had thought.

I sat and looked at her, so scared of the future that I hardly spoke at all.

"What you need is a coach!"

"Coach?"

"Sure. Somebody to show you how to be a teenage girl, and who better than me?" Valerie represented everything I liked in a girl. She has that smile, those beautiful green eyes of hers, and of course, when she walked, it was like watching fluid in motion. She's smart and pretty, popular, never without a date if she wanted one, and almost always cheerful. As an example of the perfect girl, she is my idol. As an example of what I will never be, I hate her.

"Will you let me help you, Abbie?"

As a tear rolled down my cheek I nodded my head, yes, and I saw her smile at me. "I think we should make sure you've seen, and the best way to do that is to walk around the mall, Game?"

That familiar lump appeared in my throat again, and my first instinct was to say no, but I swallowed hard, and slowly nodded my head yes.

"I have to tell mom."

"I'll wait here then Abbie."

Mom gave me some money and told me to buy a new wallet and to have fun. Fun. I was walking straight into the executioner's ax, or nothing would happen. Either way, I would be in deeper than I ever imagined I would be just three weeks ago. Valerie and I walked across the yard, then down the street to the mall. It's a four-block walk. By the time we reached the first corner, Valerie wanted to know how I managed to look so nice, and all I could tell her was that this is the way I turned out.

"Trust me, Abbie, as long as you don't do anything stupid you'll be fine.

Hell, you look better than some of my friends!"

I thought she was being nice, then she asked me to think about Melissa. That brought a smile to my lips. Melissa is very nice, and some would say pretty, but she is way overweight and doesn't have a clue when it comes to makeup or hair. I suppressed my smile and tried to keep in step with her.

I told Valerie I needed a new wallet, so we went into a store and I found one on sale. I bought it, then transferred my things to the new wallet. Valerie saw my temporary license and snatched it away.

"It says your name is Abigail Elizabeth Grant, a female aged 17!"

I smiled as I put it in the wallet, and then in my purse.

"This is great!"

"Why?"

"Because you have legal identification that says you are a girl silly!"

I still didn't get it.

"Listen, Abbie, if someone questions you, you'll be able to prove you are who you say you are, and who's going to argue with the state and your mother?"

That simple statement brought me to life when I realized she was right, and compared to Melissa and maybe a few others, I did look okay, and now that I could prove I was a girl, I felt myself relaxing and smiled at Valerie. We went into all of the shoe stores, a fancy lingerie shop, then into a perfume shop. So far I had only used mom's scent, so Valerie and I decided that I needed one of my own. I smelled a few, then I came to one I liked and bought a very small bottle. It almost broke me, and Valerie just laughed!

"It's the price we pay to smell better than the guys do Abbie."

Just as we walked out of the shop we ran smack into the horde. That's what most of the kids call these guys.

Valerie.

When Abbie told me about how she felt, and the fear she always tasted when she dressed up in the past I understood. No matter what she was under the clothes, she looked great, but she doesn't believe it yet. Her mother and I see it, but Abbie is still scared to death in a lot of ways. I think that as long as she is with someone she trusts, she's okay, but the minute she's alone she lapses into this funky I can't do it routinely. That's why I asked her to come to the mall with me. It's crowded, a lot of our friends are usually there, and if she survives there, she'll feel better about herself. Besides that, she's my friend.

Abigail.

The horde is made up of a bunch of losers that are actually proud of the fact that all of them have flunked at least one grade. They all tried to grow beards or mustaches, usually wore tight jeans and blue Hawaiian shirts under leather jackets with clunky boots. Their so-called leader is Rancid, real name Raymond, a slob if there ever was one. I was sure their collective IQ was somewhat less than our cat, who at least kept herself clean. I couldn't say the same for the horde. Valerie and I tried to walk around them but an arm snaked out and grabbed me, spun me around, and held me there.

"Looky here! A new chick and she's a real looker too!"

"Let her go you big ape!"

Valerie was pounding on his arm, which he ignored, and slipped his hand to my right breast and squeezed. Some of my breasts were me, some were silicone, so it didn't hurt as much as it could have, but I mashed down on his foot trying to get away. It didn't even phase him. Rancid is a head taller than I am and outweighs me by 50 pounds, so it was no contest really. Valerie kicked him and was yanked back by one of his goons, then, as she tried to scream he clamped a hand over her mouth. I saw a finger tapping Rancid on the shoulder, then a fist as it sailed past my ear and connected. I heard the bone in his nose break, and as he let go of me so he could face our hero, he pulled a knife.

With blood streaming down his face Rancid wasn't afraid to return the favor and looked very angry.

"Come on pal, let's see if you can beat this!"

Rancid lunged, and the guy stepped aside, letting Rancid go by, then he kicked him hard, right in the underwear. We all heard the groan and watched as Rancid fell to the floor in a tight ball, moaning in pain. Mall security came running, and the goons let Valerie go, running down the concourse, leaving their leader to face the music all alone. I was shaking, afraid for a variety of reasons. Let us start with the fact that I am a boy in a skirt and blouse. I was scared to death when Rancid grabbed me, and now, I'm standing here waiting for security to take our names and so on. That's when I learned the name of our hero. He's tall and husky with blond hair cut short and brown eyes. He stood there easily, sure of himself, unafraid of anything. His name is Stanley. I must have been staring because Valerie nudged me, then smiled at me. A female officer asked us if we were okay, then we had to give her our ID. I handed her my temporary license and waited. None of us were hurt at all, just scared. Rancid had to be hauled away in an ambulance.

"Thank you for helping us!"

"My pleasure. I'm Stan Wood by the way."

"Hi. I'm Valerie, and this is Abigail."

Stan didn't seem the least excited by what he had just done, his face was calm, a smile on his face wide, and more, he was staring at me! Valerie was grinning, I was trying.

"Let me buy you ladies a soda. To make up for this."

Before I could say a word,

"We'd like that Stan."

Without a word, Valerie took one arm, so I took the other, walking along together until we reached the cafŽ area. Stan went to get our drinks, and Valerie was almost jumping out of her chair.

"Girl, he's got eyes for you! Lucky girl."

"No!"

"Oh yes. You saw the way he was staring at you, that can only mean one thing." Just then Stan returned.

I was sipping on my drink, trying to be very feminine, just in case Valerie was right, when Stan asked if he could call me! I almost choked on my drink. "I'm new here, and I don't know anybody, except you two of course."

Trying to steer away from the issue of his calling me, I told him he looked pretty cool when he took out Rancid.

"It's all a matter of leverage and timing. He didn't have a clue how to use a knife, so it was easy to bait him, and he fell for it."

He saw the question on my face and he laughed.

"You never toss a knife from one hand to the other. You lose control that way. He was all mouth anyway. It was nothing."

I was impressed as hell, because I couldn't take Rancid on my best day, as compared to Stan's worst, and Stan merely shook it off like it was nothing!

"Let me walk you girls home."

"Sure!"

Valerie was at it again, but there wasn't any gracious way to say no, so, with Val on one side and me on the other, we headed back home. Valerie's house was first, so we dropped her off, and I said I could make it from there, but he wasn't having any of that, took my hand in his and asked me to lead the way. We walked the other two blocks hand in hand, then, as we turned the corner I saw that Dad's truck was in the driveway. This might not be good, but he had agreed, insisted in fact, that I dress as a girl, and now I was stuck holding Stan's hand We walked up the driveway together. Dad saw us, then came over.

"Daddy, this is Stan Wood. He saved Valerie and me today. We were attacked in the mall and Stan flattened him!"

I didn't want to sound like I was in awe, but I was, and it came out that way. "It was Rancid dad."

"That's the puke that thinks he's tough?"

I nodded my head yes.

"He wouldn't like to have me see him trying that!"

That statement was true. Dad would turn Rancid into plumbers putty in a hot minute, but Rancid knows when to be cool and when not. He would never try anything around my dad or any other male he thought could take him. That's what happened with Stan, but Rancid made a mistake.

"He had a knife dad, but Stan broke his nose and kicked him in the...underwear, then took it away from him!"

Dad looked at Stan and smiled.

"I owe you, son. Thanks for watching out for Abbie."

"It was nothing sir. But sir, can I call on Abbie in the future sir?"

"Of course! Here's my card, our number is right there."

Stan kissed my hand, shook dad's, and walked down the street.

"How could you do that to me!"

"What?"

Dad didn't get it and I stormed in the house, my skirt flaring as I turned and ran. I was in my room when mom came in and shut the door. She was smiling at me I noticed.

"Had a nice afternoon I see!"

"Dad said Stan could call me!"

"Why shouldn't he call you?"

I told her what happened, even about Rancid grabbing my breast, and everything Stan had done.

"It sounds like he has attracted to you, Abbie. I saw him, and he's very cute.

You make a cute couple."

"Mom!"

"Don't mom me young lady! I'll bet that you even thought of something like this happening. This might be exactly what you need."

I sat on the bed while she sat at the vanity.

"This is what I told you about. I said there would be a boy out there who would be attracted to you, and now that you're dressing as a girl, you would have to cope with it. This boy sounds like he's very nice Abigail, and you should think about it before you say no if he asks you out."

She was right. I had thought about something like this happening to me. What made me nervous was that I was hoping it would, but I couldn't admit that out loud. I could hardly admit it to myself! Stan is everything my dad wanted in a son. Tall, good looking, strong as an ox, smart and polite. I'm short, pudgy in a few places, and not nearly as strong as most boys my age. I'm smart and polite, which ends our similarities, other than we are both males. Now I knew that I was attractive enough to have a boy want to be with me, but exactly how do I manage to keep him from finding out about me? We ate on the patio that night, and dad was grinning at me all through dinner but didn't say anything about Stan, or myself.

Dad.

As a father, we all want our children to do well. I had hoped that Andy would join me and become a plumber. He became a girl instead, which scares me in a lot of ways. One, Abigail is actually very cute, something I never expected, two, she seems to have jumped into this with both feet, never looking back. Then of course there are three. Stan. To see them walking along holding hands shook me to the core, then I heard what Stan had done to Rancid. I'll admit that Stan is everything a father could want in a boy his daughter would date. But Abigail is my son! I didn't see one sign that Abbie was the least bit afraid for me to see them together, then, when she described what had happened, she sounded like an awestruck little girl! The fact that this Rancid character, who has terrorized the school for years, was stomped to the ground by Stan, only reinforced that there was no way Andy could have beat them off. He is simply too small. Valerie might be a good influence on Abigail, certainly better than her sister Beth. All I can do at this point is go along with this...change, and hope for the best, but she and her mother are repainting her bedroom and redecorating it to look more like a girls room! I hope she learns a lot. Three months is long enough for Abigail to find herself, but when she goes back to school, it will be Andy that goes.

Mom.

Abigail is confused right now. First, she had to struggle, then admit to first me, then her father, that she wants to be a girl. She didn't say it, but I know that she doesn't want to be a boy in a dress, but a real girl. We set up a test to call her on it, but she had her hair and nails done as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Then she wanted to repaint her bedroom, and now, there is Stan. She's set high goals for herself, but she's scared to death that she will be discovered. Abbie tries to cover her fear with a smile, but I know. Her father doesn't. I'm willing to bet that it was circumstance rather than an invitation that led Stan to walk her home, but when she showed up hand in hand with him, she looked as if it was the most normal thing in the world, and I'm beginning to wonder if we did the right thing. Letting her dress all the time I mean. Abbie is becoming more and more feminine each day, and that's scaring her father. I am very concerned.

Abigail.

Over the next few days, I rearranged my bedroom, then mom let me pick out some pictures from the ones she had stored away. All of them were of small bears prancing in the woods. This was definitely going farther than I planned, but I picked out the colors and the paintings, so I did not object, and the next day I had a bedspread to match the paintings, frilly pillows, and all! I usually wore jeans or shorts, sometimes no makeup, sometimes a lot, yet mom said nothing. Valerie came over once and helped us decorate my room. We talked about Stan, her boyfriend Greg, and generally goofed off. I showed her some of the Internet sites I had found that catered to boys like me, and she was stunned to see how many of them actually looked good. Some had impressive cleavage, a nice figure, and absolutely beautiful faces, some were less convincing of course, but on average, most of them could walk into a crowded mall and nobody could pick them out of the crowd. Valerie went home, and I did some more searching. Then I stumbled across a site that sold everything I would need to convince most people that I was a girl. I quickly clicked through the various pages, stopping on the one that detailed what I saw, and how to order it. I read it twice and had bookmarked the page when mom walked into my room and saw what I was looking at.

"Oh my God! That looks real!"

"It's a full panty mom. It's specially made for guys like me. It has a built-in sheath for my... well, if I had one of these panties I would be sitting down in the bathroom, just like you and Beth."

I clicked through all of the pictures again, then I printed out the instructions on how to order one to match my skin tone. Mom grabbed it, read it, then sat back, staring at me.

"If we let you buy one of these panties, you and I will have to have a serious talk about boys and girls!"

"Mom!"

"That's what your sister said and she ended up pregnant!"

"Mom, that's ridiculous! I can't get pregnant, no matter what I do!"

"That's true, but it says right here that sex is possible, and that makes you just as susceptible as any other girl."

"Mom, I'm not Beth, I'm me."

That brought her up short. Beth was a little wild and went out with some guys that dad really didn't like, some of them secretly. That's how she ended up pregnant. I'm not sure she learned a lesson from it, but it's her life, not mine, and I refused to be lumped into the same group as Beth. I identify with mom or Valerie. They are the kind of girl I want to be.

"Your right Abbie, I'm sorry. This panty isn't that expensive, but we'll have to tell your father about it."

"Do we have to tell him I could have sex? He'll go ballistic if he finds out."

"No, I guess we don't have to tell him that. Show me that site again Abbie."

I went back to it, and as we flipped through the pages, she saw the other girls that wore one and looked perfectly real to us.

"That would complete the picture wouldn't it?"

If she bought it for me I would be able to solve a number of other problems. I'd like to have it of course.

"Print the instructions for that page as well Abbie."

I did as she asked, then I shut down and we went to fix dinner. Mom was the one to show dad the pictures and insisted that I needed it, if only for my own protection, and he finally agreed. He also hated it.

The next morning told me we were going shopping. I did my makeup, slipped on my gym shoes, and we went to an art supply store where we determined the exact skin tone I had in my groin. On the way home mom didn't say a word, but when we got home she and I went to my room where I stripped so she could apply the gel mold to my lower body. It took almost an hour to set, then she carefully removed the mold. When we looked at it, there was a perfect replica of my lower body embedded in the gel. Then she took my natural waist and hip measurements wrote them down and we decided together what the ideal figure would be for me. Beth wears a 36, just like mom, so mom thought that I should be the same size. When we were done, we had decided that I should be 34-25-35.

"I'll pack these up and send them. You get dressed."

I don't know how he managed it, but Stan found my number and called that night. Dad answered the phone and handed it to me. Stan wanted to take me to a show on Friday night. In my heart, I was sure he would call me. Now all I had to do was respond, and I did. I agreed, then he said he would be over at seven to get me. Friday is three days away. I told mom but not dad. I didn't think he was ready for me to be dating a boy. All I had to do was convince him, and I had three days to manage it. I was more than surprised when I heard the doorbell ring Thursday afternoon, then I saw the delivery truck. I signed for the box, saw it was addressed to me, and quickly went to my room so I could open it in private. Inside I found the panty mom and I had ordered. I went to find mom, then she and I went back to my room. After reading the instructions twice, she used the included adhesive to attach the panty. It was hard to get on, but we managed. The upper edge, at my waist, was glued in place, then, when we were done, I stood in front of the mirror and looked. The skin color on the panty was a perfect match for my own skin, and even up close it was very hard to tell if it was me, or latex, silicone, and glue!

"I think we can convince your father now Abbie if you want to do a little shopping that is."

I did, and I quickly dressed. This time the panties fit me like they are supposed to, the bra held me in just right. I slipped on my shorts and saw that they now fit me like they would any girl. I have a clearly defined groin area that tapers to a wedge between my legs, breasts that bounced a little when I walked. Between the partial breast forms, which made it look as if I actually had breasts, and the panty, there no sign that I was a male anywhere. Mom saw me grinning and simply told me to get in the car. What mom had in mind was a powder blue babydoll set that was so sheer it would be like wearing a vaporous cloud around me. If I wore the panties, my groin would be hidden of course, but as soon as we bought it I knew that I wasn't going to wear them. I 3was getting to be as sneaky as a mom! The minute we got home I called Valerie and told her I wanted to come over, so I left for her house on foot.

Her mother, who knew me, didn't say a word as Valerie introduced me, then I told her I had something to show her, and could we go up to her bedroom. Valerie led the way, then, as soon as the door was closed, I told her I had something to show her, then I unbuttoned my blouse, took it off, and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts free. I heard her gasp even as I slipped my shorts off and yanked down my panties. The look on her face was priceless, and I quickly got dressed again while she groped for something to say.

"That is a really cool trick, Abbie! Care to tell me how you did it?"

"No, and this has to be our secret. Only me, you, and mom know, and I

want to keep it that way. Okay"

She smiled and agreed, then I told her that Stan had asked me out, and I accepted his invitation to go to the show with him on Friday. Valerie visibly relaxed after I showed her my new attributes, and we both knew that we were going to have a fun summer together.

Valerie.

When Abbie showed me her...assets, I was shocked at how much she looked like me! You would never know unless you were up close, or she told you. I was standing just a few feet away and I couldn't tell! Abbie was grinning as she got dressed, and I was now sure she was very serious about this. That afternoon we stayed in my room talking, mostly about what she was going to do in the future. She said she didn't know, but she doesn't want to give up Abigail under any circumstance, and I'm beginning to wonder if I want her to stay as well.