Life Of A Intersexual Boy More Girl - Part 2

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It was a much deserved Saturday off and time for the yearly portrait with his mom. James had avoided anything that looked like a camera since his boobs had grown the way they had and now he had no choice but to have his picture taken. He had even been busy when they made pictures for the school that year. He wouldn't say it out loud, although Becky had several times. He looked more like a young girl than a boy.

On Friday night Carol had asked for the corset as it needed to be washed. James begrudgingly gave it up, but only after his mom promised he could have it back in the morning. Carol had no clue what was coming next, but she was sure she had to get the corset away from him one way or the other.

Early Saturday morning she looked in on him while he was still fast asleep. Even when she carried him in her womb he flipped and flopped like a fish out of water. He still did and his bed often looked like a thrashing machine had come through during the night. That was true this morning, as well, but what really shocked her were the firm breasts she saw, coupled with the fact that her son's penis and balls had seemed to disappear. This wasn't baby fat, they were breasts, and his penis was no more than the size of his thumb.

She shared her first cup of coffee with a call to Dr. Markus. She told her everything that had happened over the last six months and how she was all but sure she had a girl now as opposed to a boy. The doctor assured her that humans don't change their sex without some real help. Likewise, she had told Carol long ago that he had an elevated female hormone level and that was likely the reason he had the boobs. He was still a boy, that she was sure of.

Carol decided that nothing more than a firsthand examination would settle the matter with the doctor. So she shrugged it off and told her she would see her next weekend for his checkup. On one hand, Carol was thrilled at the prospect of having a daughter. On the other hand, she feared it would not sit well with James to find out after all this time that he was really a she.

James came to the table about an hour later, got his one cup of coffee, and fumed for several minutes at his mom. His beloved corset was not on his dressing table where it should be and he was plenty upset. Carol did her best to calm him down, but he was so afraid he would start eating too much and get fat again that he just had to have it back.

She quickly realized that the teasing about being the fat kid had hurt him much more than she realized. Likewise, the teasing about his breasts had just flown right under the radar as if it was no big deal to him to have them. She also saw an opportunity here, not one she had thought of before and for sure not one she had planned.

“If you just have to have the corset back, you can have it, but it comes with a dress and panties?”His mom added with some vigor.

James quietly got up and went to see if his mom had wrecked her ten-speed, cause he was sure she had bumped her head or something like that.

“What was that about?”She asked when he sat back down.

“Just checking to make sure you hadn't taken a spill on your bike,” he laughed, still not answering her question.

“Oh, you think mom is off her rocker this morning.” She replied.

“Kinda, last time I checked I was still a boy,” he paused to gauge her reaction.

“Is that so?” She said with her hands on her hips.

“Pretty much the way I see it,” he replied.

“Well, you got the pretty part right anyway,” she all but fumed.

“Let's go,” she grabbed his hand and led him off to her bedroom, a place he was never allowed to go.

She stopped them both in front of the big mirror that covered the closet door. James hadn't seen it since his father was killed and figured he never would again. In a flash, his mom dropped her housecoat and stood there nude as the day she was born. Bravado set in and James followed suit like two seconds later. She turned his head so it faced the mirror and watched as the shock set in.

His bravado left as quickly as it came and his arms quickly folded to cover his breasts and what was left of his boyhood. It was the most natural girl move his mom had ever seen him make. He quickly put on his oversized tee shirt and ran back to the kitchen table.

“I'm not a girl,” he said through his tears.

“Well, you may not think so, but what did you see in the mirror?” His mom asked sweetly.

His body had the exact silhouette of the corset he had worn for most of six months around the clock. His breasts were firm and proud and to his eyes stuck straight out, as it were. He couldn't deny what he saw looked like a girl. Still, he just knew he was a boy.

“A girl,” he said, making no other comment.

“And what type of clothes do girls wear?” His mom said, as she pushed her luck a little. They had talked about this before she was hoping he remembered.

“Dresses and panties, and bras,” he said in a defeated tone.

“So now that that is settled, what will it be?” She asked.

“I am so not having my picture taken looking like a boy with boobs mom,” he stated loud and clear.

“Is there another option?” She asked in a flat tone.

“If you insist, then I will have to dress like a girl,” he said making sure she knew it was her idea and not his in any way.

“Good answer, now, give me your tee-shirt,” she stated.

She actually traded with him giving him her short silk housecoat. She asked him to help her put away the clean laundry and gave him all the boys' clothes he was accustomed to wearing. Once they were put away and his bed was made, she locked the door and closed it. The lock was broken and had been for some time but, he was not aware of it. He was now locked out of his own bedroom, but it was about to get worse. At least, if you ask him, that is what he would have said.

His mom guided him to the spare bedroom and it was now the most girlish thing he had ever seen in his life. Everything was either pink or rose-colored and the canopy bed shouted girl here loud and clear. His macho image would never survive this.

“Now go get your shower. We have an appointment to get our pictures made today,” his mom said in a cheery voice.

This was now his bedroom and he turned to look it over again before he headed off to the shower. Right about now he was wishing he had gotten his hair cut like his dad had wanted him to. No way would he look like a chick with a flattop haircut. Right about now he even wished he had somebody hair like his dad, as that would solidify his manhood as well. Alas, he had neither.

Fresh from the shower his mom rolled his long blond locks in rollers and pinned them tight to his head. She stretched the drier cap over them and turned on the drier as she worked on his fingernails and toenails. As luck would have it for his mom, Becky had talked him into letting his nails get longer like hers. In fact, she had talked him into a great many things his mom had noticed, she just didn't know who or why.

Cuddled up in a quiet corner of the study hall at school she had plucked and shaped his eyebrows. She had been the first to give him a manicure and that was the reason his nails were in such good shape even now. At the mall one weekend she had dared him to get his ears pierced. Carol fully figured he would chicken out, but much to her surprise he had gone through with it. The studs were so small you had to really look to see them, but he had done it just the same.

Becky had also been the one to show him how to properly measure his bust size. If what she told him was correct, he was a twenty-eight C cup. He had no clue what that really meant. His mom was a C cup and he was nothing near the same size as his mom. He only knew that cause he had read the tag on her bra.

With his nails all painted bright pink now, he cringed as to what his mom might do next. He did what Becky asked without question as it kept him close to the prettiest girl school. That did quite a lot for his status with the other boys. Under orders from his mom, he sat there still and quiet as his nails and hair were allowed to dry. She left him long enough to get dressed, but not so long as to give him time to change his mind.

She came back with a corset in hand and watched as he tried not to smile. She laid it across his lap and at a glance he knew this was not the corset he had been wearing before. By now his hair was almost dry and she turned off the drier. She asked him to stand and she put the corset around him almost the second he did. He saw the little metal tabs hanging from the bottom of it, but had no clue what they were for.

James had completely missed the three-inch stem waistline of the garment. He was shocked even more that it had no cups to hold his breasts. While it was just snug in place his mom put him in his first bra. It was one of her old C cup bras from when she was little and it fit like a glove. Then with great care, she began to close the corset watching it shape his waistline into the three-inch stem she had designed.

She had spent the last two months in her sewing room making and designing all the new clothes that now filled her new daughter's closet. She had done it in hope, not as a plan. She had no intentions of forcing her son to be a girl. More to the point it seemed his body had decided for him and her as well. It was an opportunity she wasn't ready to pass up. She had a much grander scheme, but she and her new daughter would talk about that later when she was more settled into the idea of being one of the girls.

While the corset was still just snug in a place she handed him his first real silk stockings. His eyes lit up and they just seemed to pour through his hands like water. He was truly enamored with the feel of them and when they were on his legs, there was nothing he knew of that felt better than this. A chill ran up his back and he felt his nipples get hard as little buttons. The pink ruffled panties that came next he thought was just a little over the top.

“Now, you can tighten the corset as much as you like,” Carol said in a musical tone.

He looped the lacing over the doorknob and then moved away using his body weight as leverage. At first, he wondered if this corset would be as tight as the first one. That was what he really liked about it, the fact that it had helped him lose the extra weight was just a bonus. He only got so far before he managed to get the lacing tangled. His mom fixed it and then he tightened it even further than she had expected.

At this point, Carol felt like there were things she should tell him. Not being born a girl there were some things that might shock him even yet. Like using the ladies' room as he would surely have to do. Remembering to put on his panties after his stockings were attached to the garters. That was the proper way although many models were known to do it the other way for effect.

A long form-fitting camisole was next and this part he really wondered about. The rose-colored mini dress fit almost as tight as the camisole and Carol explained that the camisole hid the boning of the corset as well as the bra lines.

James looked a lot more like Jenny now. He had no idea that his father had married a beauty queen, nor did he know he was next to learn all that she knew and then some. When his mom closed the ankle straps of the size five heels that should have been an alert. He had no clue how high they really were and when he asked his mom, she didn't answer. She asked him to stand just to see if he was totally lacking the ability to wear heels. He was steady as a rock and she smiled even more as she sat him at the vanity.

He looked over all the stuff he saw and then before she had the chance to do anything.

“I want to do this part,” he spoke in an enthused tone. His mom had no clue that he and Becky had played with her makeup at her house.

“Okay,” she replied and stood back to take in the look of her daughter doing her own makeup for the first time.

She sat very straight as the corset would allow nothing less. Her knees were tight together, not at all the way her boy would normally sit. Even with the heels on her shoes were flat to the floor, all things she had thought she would have to teach her. Surely underneath the daredevil boy she knew, there was a girl just waiting to come to life. No boy she had ever known had such mannerisms as he was displaying.

James had shown a talent for colors and drawings even when he was much younger. He colored every page in the books his mom bought him and never once went outside the lines. He mixed and blended the colors very well almost making the picture come to life.

As he worked away at his delicate oval face it was clear to his mom that his talent would carry over to his makeup. The truth be told Becky had seen this, too, and he had done her makeup for the last two months of school. Had she been asked, she would have agreed with Carol there was a girl just waiting to be free under the boy she knew.

When he was done, the face Carol saw almost brought a tear to her eyes. Her son was the prettiest girl she had seen in years and she was not being prejudiced. She had often been asked to help the factory pick out the models for their clothes. None of those girls even came close to being as pretty as her son. He looked twice his age when he was done and she had to remind herself that he, for now, he was still a boy.

Her next task was getting him out the door and she felt sure that would be a fight every step of the way. Without a word he reached over and picked up the clutch bag that was on the edge of the vanity. Carol watched as he expertly put in it all the things he might need to touch up his looks later. Her shock went beyond words when he started to pull the pins from the rollers that held his hair.

He separated them by size and then placed them back in the box almost exactly as his mom had taken them out. The pins were neatly placed in the box as well and then with just his hands he fluffed out the flowing curls he now had. He took a gold chain style necklace and matching earrings from the jewelry box, and put them on as if he had done it all his life. He looked at the rings, but decided there was nothing he really liked. They might have been fine for an older person.

He paused and with his knees together turned on his butt in the chair to face his mom. “How did I do?” He asked in a tone that was as sincere as the pride that welled up in her heart.

“You did great,” she replied with a smile that she could no longer hide. “How about another cup of coffee before we go?”

Say, yes, she thought to herself. I need the caffeine before I faint right in my tracks.

“Sure, Mom, why not?” Said the face of a girl no boy in his right mind could resist.

This was trouble looking for a place to happen and she was the cause of it. She walked just a step behind trying to clear her own head as she watched the natural sway of hips as he walked in heels, again, as if it was just natural for him.

He was putting on a show for his mom's benefit. He knew sooner or later he was going to the studio for the pictures. The problem with that was that it was at the mall and all his male friends would be there watching the girls like they did every Saturday. On any other Saturday, he would have been right there with them. Now, he would be on the other end of things, he would be the one they were watching. His best chance of not getting beat up, like two seconds later, was to look as much like a real girl as he could. To him, it was self-preservation at the very least.

As he drank the second cup of coffee that day, he asked his mom if he could make a quick stop at the computer shop. He had saved his lunch money all year and had the last payment for the computer he wanted. He really wanted an x-box, but he couldn't do his homework on it. A computer would let him do both play games and get his homework. He said as he pleaded with his mom.

“Sure, you will need some help to get it to the car,” she smiled having never heard her son sound so grown up.

“No, Mom, I am sure the guy at the store will carry it out for me,” he said in that same pleading tone.

“Okay, but you come straight to the studio as soon as that is done,” she stated in a clear tone.

Walk, hip first, he said under his breath as he moved to the cookie jar where his mom kept her spare change. She only emptied it once a year or so, so his lay-a-way ticket was sure to safe there. He put it in his purse, as if it was the natural thing to do, and breathed a sigh of relief as he might not be seen with his mom at the mall together. Like his friends wouldn't put two and two together and know it was him dressed like a girl.

Carol was still so shocked to see her son looking and acting as if he had been a girl all his life. Another cup of coffee was in order. She wasn't ready to believe what her eyes told her was true. Since he was standing right by the coffee pot, he poured it for them both. He left enough room for the flavored cream that he really loved and then gently sat back down exactly as he had practiced it with Becky.

Carol went into full overload when he crossed his legs making sure his dress didn't ride up enough to show the world his panties.

“Do I look that bad?” He asked as she looked at him as if she didn't know who he was.

“No,” she smiled from ear to ear. “I just can't very well call you James looking like you do,” she stated.

“You could call me Jenny, that's pretty close to James.” Now he had given up the name Becky had given him as well. He figured he was about one step from his mom figuring it all out, but there was no way he was going to tell unless she did.

“Can we go now?” He said as he put the empty coffee cup down.

“Sure,” Carol replied, as she slipped on her heels and they headed for the door.

James knew she always parked the car behind the house. He was in no danger of being seen getting to the car, as the back yard had a high fence around it. He searched himself for the courage to do what he knew he had to once they got to the mall. If he was seen with his mom, he was busted sure and certain. His life at Plymouth Academy was over and he knew it if they figured out it was him.

Fate or luck was not on his side right now or so it seemed to him. He was on his way to the mall looking like the chick he was normally there to see for himself. This was so not cool and his nerves were getting the better of him quickly.

He had walked to the car and gotten in the most lady-like manner she could have hoped for. There had been no fuss like she was prepared for, but now, as he sat with his hands folded neatly in his lap, she could see him shaking. Had he made it this far only to let his nerves get the best of him? She couldn't let that happen, not after she had gotten him this far. He needed a boost of confidence and she knew just how to give it to him.

She went to the next block and made a quick right that threw James off guard for a moment. Before he could find his voice well enough to protest, they were parked at the salon where his grandmother worked.

“Would you do something for me?” His mom asked in a pleading tone.

“I guess so,” he sputtered a bit.

“I want you to go in with me to see Gram. I bet you twenty dollars she won't know it's you,” she stated flatly.

Once again his bravado got the best of him. “For twenty dollars you're on, Mom,” he replied before she even finished what she had to say. That with the money he already had would buy the game he wanted as well as paying off his computer.

“Now, there is a catch. You have to act just the same as you have for me all morning and if she doesn't guess, you can't tell either,” she stated the terms rather clear.

He opened the door of the car and then turned on his butt just as Becky had taught him, then he walked in the place like he owned it. His gram was a smart woman and she would know her grandson right off the bat. This was an easy twenty he told himself as he stood next to his mom for the introduction.

“Mom, I would like for you to meet Jenny. She is one of our new models and I wanted to get your opinion. After all, you were with me all the way from pageants to prom queen,” she said and then waited to see what her mom would say.

James couldn't believe what he was hearing now, his own gram had no clue who he really was.

“Well, that body is to die for so I would hire a security guard first. With that face, you had better make double of everything she models cause every girl on the block that can, will want to wear it. Her hair is great, but the nails are a little short. Maybe not for a girl her age, but the sooner she gets accustomed to them being longer the better she will look.

He could feel the blush running all over his face and when his gram offered to do his nails for free, it wasn't as if he could refuse.

“I'm sure she would love a set of acrylic nails,” his mom had stressed the word acrylic, as he knew they didn't just come off real easy like.

He caught it as soon as she said it, but there was no denying gram. She never did anything for free and if she was willing to do it for free, she had to think he was really a girl. Yet another nail was added to what was starting to feel like the coffin of his boy's life. Pun intended.

He was calm again and even his mom could tell he had resigned himself to the idea that he was indeed a pretty girl like it or not. Becky had told him much the same having never seen him in a dress. Just some makeup and high heels were as far as he had gone with her. Granted, she had taught him how to act and walk and talk, and so on. Still, he was unsure that he was doing it right or at least he was till now.

With practiced ease, his gram gave him ten beautiful new nails. They were far too long for his liking and he knew he was stuck with them for a while at least. That was unless he wanted to spend hours soaking them with remover till they would come loose.

Back in the car, they headed for the mall again. He was still terrified of the idea that his friends might see him with his mom and figure it out. Still, he knew there was nothing he could say that would change his mother's mind now.

As soon as she parked the car, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek and took off towards the door. She thought it was odd, but then she knew he had his heart set on a new computer as their old one had died just after the new year had started. It was old and slow so she counted it as no great loss. Unlike her daughter who was making her way across the parking lot in three-inch heels in record time. Even she didn't move that well in high heels.

She paused at the door of the computer shop then started to walk by at a normal pace. That was until she heard the young boy behind the counter openly flirting with her daughter. She glared at the young man from the door and when he stopped flirting, she walked on as if nothing had happened. She could only imagine having the talk with her son about boys. That didn't sound right in her own head.

James was once again caught off guard by how well he was passing as a real girl. Passing, was that the right way to think about all this? Hell, he just wanted to get the computer to the car, get the pictures done with his mom, and get back to the safety of his home. Had everybody lost their mind today, could they not tell he was a boy in a dress a mile away. To him it was obvious, but for some reason, nobody else seemed to notice anything but the girl he seemed to be.

As he took the boy out to where the car was parked, he fished in the clutch bag to find the keys his mom had given him. This action kept him from seeing the fact that most every boy and man alike had stopped just to look at him. His legs brushed together as he walked and the feel of his silk-covered legs gave him a burst of energy. His hips rocked in the heels a little more than they should have and his mom caught that as well. By what she had just seen in the mall, she knew her son in a dress and high heels could make more money than she ever could.

James stood by the car with his head down hoping to not attract any attention to himself. The boy made three trips to get all the stuff in the car, and she tipped him a dollar for doing it. He wasn't as cool as he thought he was. Had he been paying attention the ticket said James Conner in big black letters. How dense could he be, it wasn't like James was a girl's name now was it, he thought.

He was almost back inside the mall when it dawned on him that he had just experienced what Becky went through first hand. She told him that most of the boys she met away from school didn't even know her name, she was a face with a set of boobs. He made a vow to himself to never treat another woman or girl that way.

He was halfway down the mall to the studio when his life changed forever. Becky walked up and gave him a hug right in the middle of the place for all to see. Well, that might not be so bad he thought, at least she knew who he really was. He tried to brush her off, but she would have none of that. He started walking towards the studio and she was following in lockstep. She was about to blow his plans right out of the water. He couldn't be mean to her, not after what he had just gone through.

Inside the studio, he sat next to his mom leaving Becky the only other chair on her opposite side.

“I am so thrilled to see Jenny out and about today,” Becky gushed to Carol, as she could hardly believe James had let her in on his secret. Becky seized the opportunity to have a real friend and asked Carol if she could come over and swim with her in the pool this year. This was the first year her mom was going to let her wear a bikini.

Carol hadn't even started to put two and two together yet, but she knew they were best friends. She told Becky it was fine with her so long as her mom and dad didn't mind.

Carol had been so sure nobody would know that Jenny was her son and now it was clear to her that indeed Becky knew exactly who he was. Becky cleared her throat and she saw Jenny quickly bring her knees tight together again. He seemed to be relaxed around her, while he was nervous as could be around other people. She couldn't ask the question that was on her mind there in the studio, but she would as soon as she and Jenny were home.

James was doing his best to think two steps ahead of his mom. Even as he posed and smiled for the camera his mind was elsewhere. Becky might have given him the out he needed. Granted, his breasts wouldn't just up and go away cause of what she had done. Still, she had realized who he was on sight, and that might be enough to change his mother’s mind about him dressing as a girl.

Then of all the things he had to do, he was shopping now for a bikini that he could wear to Becky's house this summer to swim in. This was so not cool and he had spotted the guys from school watching them from the upper floor. He told Becky what he saw, but she said that was normal for a bunch of boys like them. He was like them, didn't she know that he thought for a moment. Becky finally picked for him and it was a french cut bikini that was bright yellow with small black dots on it.

He could already hear what his mom would say as soon as she saw it. 'it was an itsy, bitsy, teeny, weeny, yellow polka dot bikini,' the song was already playing in his head. His mom's radio was permanently stuck on the oldies station and he had heard it a million times already. One million and one was soon to be the count and he was sure of that.

The money he had planned to use for his game, went to pay for his bikini and he wasn't too happy about that one. It wasn't like he could have a fit in the mall while wearing a dress and not let everyone know just who he was.

The ride home was rather quiet as Carol thought long and hard as to just what it was that had given her son away to Becky. To her, the ultimate test had been his grandmother and she had given him a free manicure without so much as a second thought. To her, it just didn't add up and she had no reason for it not to.

At home, James tossed the bikini aside and quickly began to set up his new computer. Each trip to the car reminded him of his status as a girl when his legs would brush together and the feel of the silk stockings would send that chill up his back. As much as he wanted his boys' clothes back already, he didn't want to be the fat kid ever again. For now, he was sure that his breasts were there to stay and being a fat chick was just as bad in his eyes.

Carol was content to watch as he moved around in such a ladylike fashion. Still wearing the dress that she was sure he would want off the second they were home. So far, he seemed intent on getting his new computer up and running and she just watched with fascination as the clothes he wore seemed to be the least of his worries.

Ever the neat and tidy child, he packed away the old computer in the same boxes that the new one had come in. Had a body not seen it happen it would have looked as if the new computer had been there from the start. He even dusted off the desk and table where he put the new printer and flat panel monitor, all the while still wearing the dress and high heels that he had worn to the mall.

More to her amazement than his, she thought at the time. When he was ready to start it up, he sat and read the books that came with it from start to finish. Then as if on cue, she went to the bathroom. When she came out, it was clear to Carol that she had freshened up her makeup and even touched up her lipstick. She then came to the kitchen where she fixed herself a ham sandwich and got the last cup of coffee from the pot. She warmed them both in the microwave and then sat down at the computer and turned it on.

There was no complaint about the high heels or even a hint that she wanted to take off the dress she was wearing. Carol would have ditched the shoes like two seconds in the door. Finally, knowing his mother was watching his every move, he asked her if something was wrong.

“No,” she replied. “If anything, something is very right,” she said, as she kissed his forehead.

He would be occupied for hours now and she decided to go on with her original plan. It wasn't a plan, as such, it wasn't as if she had really thought it all out even. Still, she wanted very much to see if the camera loved her as much as she did. If that was the case, she was a gold mine and Carol was determined to know if she was right.