As Girly As It Gets - The Drama Queen - Part 2

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The doctor arrived just after ten that morning, and I got to see my new parts first hand. Okay, it’s true I am thirteen, but when I saw my five o’clock shadow was gone again and added in the red tint to my skin, I was sure I had been given another round of hair remover. My skin was smooth again, too, and that pretty well told me I was right.

Einstein said, ‘You can never solve a problem with the same level of consciousness that created the problem.’

I was not working on their level, and I was soon to find out just how far off I was. Beyond that, I wasn’t in any real pain, and Lori was coming by to get me as soon as her last class was over. In the sense of the words, Lori was my mom for the study.

I am jumping ahead for a minute to some things that I didn’t know at the time, but maybe you should so you understand the story. Much like the doctor who had been fishing when she asked me all those questions, Lori had spent a whole day or most of it at the house with mom.

Mom told her about my part in the play and being the homecoming queen and gave her the tour of my bedroom. My bedroom was all but wallpapered with retro pin-up girls, and many of them I had drawn myself from pictures I had seen on the web. To me, it gave my room that young boy’s dream kind of look. And, sis, who came home early that day, had told Lori about the garter belt and stockings that I supposedly preferred as opposed to pantyhose.

As you can see, at this point, they had a lot of not-so-correct ideas about what I liked and did not like. As the study progressed, it would only get worse, and everything I did and said would be view under a microscope for any hint of what I did and did not like. They weren’t above using some trick questions either, or at least that was the way I saw it.

Lori got there a little after lunch and brought me some jeans and a pullover top to wear along with some tennis shoes. It was the first time I got a good look at my boobs, and they weren’t as big as I had thought they were. It was disconcerting to see the vagina where my boy's parts should be, but I didn’t say anything right then.

Our first stop was the gym, which was covered with tables like a flea market. Lori had her clipboard in hand and gave me an hour to walk through all the tables and tell her what I liked and didn’t. At this point, we are still not on the same page, and I was distracted with my breasts moving every time I took a step, too.

The tables were covered with everything girl from the classic little black dress to swimwear and shoes and all the accessories. I won’t bore you with every pick I made, but the important part of knowing here is that I picked based on what a boy my age would like to see a girl wearing and so on. What I really did was give Lori a good idea of what my new wardrobe should or would look like.

From there, we went to eat, and Lori realized that the movement of my boobs was distracting me to no end.

“Before this is over, you will love any day that you don’t have to wear a bra,” she said, with a smile.

That was a true statement that I didn’t understand at the time. After we ate, we went to her apartment, and she gave me a bikini to put on so we could go to the park. The college had a mini water park that the business students ran, and she worked there, so in reality, she was going to work while exposing me to the torture of being looked at like a piece of meat while wearing almost nothing.

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky that day, and in between customers, Lori kept me coated in dark tanning oil. I was nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof. Everywhere I looked, there were guys, most of them way older than me, and they looked as if they might attack me at any second. I just knew they knew I was a boy, and I was about to get pounded any second. I stayed very close to Lori the whole time we were there, needless to say. She worked from two till closing time, and that was around eight, then we went to her apartment again.

With all the nervous energy I had expended that day, the question-and-answer session didn’t last all that long before I wanted to sleep. In fact, I fell asleep on her couch after I had explained how nervous I had been that day and why. She didn’t outright laugh at me, but I could tell she wanted to at times.

“Tomorrow, I will show you how to turn the tables,” she said, as she just covered me up and left me there to sleep.

The next morning I got the jeans and pullover top back, again with no bra, and we went to a salon in the next town. I got my first facial, along with my first set of acrylic nails. My toes got the works, too, and I had a full French manicure and pedicure right out of the gate. I got some hair extensions added to the back of my hair and then a perm that the girl said would last for at least a month. I got all new makeup, and I realized it was the brand name I had chosen that day in the gym.

With the facial done, my skin needed to breathe, so I just got the makeup to go, you might say. We had been there a while, and I was beginning to think that maybe these girls were college students, too, but Lori didn’t act like she knew them. We went back to her apartment, ate, and then it was back to the park again. Lori told me if some guy seemed to stare at me too much, I could pick another guy to look at, then smile, and maybe strike a sexy pose. That usually said, I already have a guy even when you didn’t.

When I hadn’t been engaged in a stare-down with some guy the day before, I had seen some of the other girls do what Lori had suggested. When I did it later that day, it actually worked. It was borderline flirting, and Lori would clue me in on that type of stuff later. We did the question and answer thing again that night, and she left me alone for a while as she went out to do something.

That something turned out to be a maturity assessment of me. Again, she and I weren’t working on the same level here so to her, I was way behind in the maturity department. The trip to the salon had made me a nervous wreck, and the time at the park, while not as bad as before, didn’t help matters for sure.

When I awoke the next morning, and trust me, I slept like I was in a coma that night, I was sure that my breasts had somehow gotten bigger. Like the morning before, we got a shower first, and I was getting some better at accepting what I saw in the mirror as me. The hot water eased the pain I felt in my chest, which wasn’t really all that bad, and then we ate wearing just our housecoats.

This is where Lori felt the need to explain why girls did and acted the way I had begun to notice. According to her, girls and young women who didn’t want to get treated badly by some guy had to know how to control them. She called it the power of sex appeal. This also started a whole new class of girl-overboard for me and what mom and sis had taught me was nothing like this.

She didn’t work, but we spent the entire weekend at that pool, and she took great pains to show me the girls doing exactly what she had told me about. At night, along with the question and answer stuff, we watched movies that had girls using their girl power, as she called it sometimes. After the movie, she would get me to try the facial expression and body moves I had just seen.

This was not fun, and she was stricter than mom and sis about me using the things I had learned in a natural manner. She corrected me every two seconds; it seemed like till I finally gave in and did just what she wanted the way she wanted. To me, that was a bust for a weekend. Had I been at home, at least I could have played some video games or something.

Monday morning, when I was in the shower, it registered on my befuddled mind that I had a pretty good bikini tan, but I was still thinking like a boy. I told myself that this was me, what I saw in the mirror was me, and that was a girl. From that point on, during the next week, I tried to see and do everything like Lori had explained to me. It wasn’t easy, and I was still nervous any time I was out in public, but I must have improved a good bit.

While all this stuff between Lori and I was going on, dad was still out of town playing golf with his business partners. I would get home before he did, so any chance of reprieve was long gone. My bedroom furnishings were being changed out for something more suited for a girl, and my new wardrobe was being assembled, based on the stuff I had picked that day in the gym. Knowing that you can well imagine what I would find when I got home. They did keep my drawings for me.

That same Monday morning, I listened as Lori told her mom how she was spending her spring break. It was a class study project, and she was turning a somewhat cute boy into a beautiful and very sexy girl with some maturity thrown in for good measure. This was when I learned she was just nineteen years old, too. Had dad shown up to save me right now, I still had enough of the boy he knew in me to be that boy again. That didn’t happen and after another week at the pool and being snuck into a nightclub so I could observe how the women and girls were acting, I was so well drilled with everything, girl, that it was starting to feel all too real.

Thursday night, before my last Friday with her, she left me alone again, saying she had some things to do. We had been going as fast as we could all week and actually got home early that night. We did the question and answer thing again like always, and then I was down for the count. Friday morning, I just knew my boobs had gotten bigger again. While they didn’t hurt, they did have a dull ache that caused me to take some aspirin.

I just realized I left out the time we spent running each morning and the exercise classes every other day. I was in good shape to start with, so that wasn’t a big deal to me. I figured I should include that in my journal, so now you know, too.

Friday, I got my first bra and was glad to have it as it eased some of the weight off my chest. A garter belt and stockings came next, and then a pair of heels that were so high I just knew I would fall and break something. A short black skirt, white top, and a black vest were added, and a narrow tie that made it look like a business outfit.

Lori watched as I used my new makeup for the first time, and even with the tan I had,, it still looked pretty good when I was done. This was odd as I knew she had to work today. As I dressed, she was getting dressed as well, so something was up, but I didn’t know then I was going home that day.

A set of earrings and a necklace to match were added. They had black stones in them of some kind. Then as a gift to me, Lori gave me a gold anklet with the name Marsha engraved on it. Since it was a gift, I felt sure she wanted to see me wear it, so I put it on right then. Of course, not till after I had gotten all giggly about such a nice gift in true girl style.

She asked me to stand and checked me over head to toe, and then asked me to take a walk with her. I balked for a moment, asking if she realized how high these heels were. She just pointed at her own feet, and I saw the heels she had on were even higher than mine. So much for that idea, I thought to myself.

She drove us to the main campus, where we sat through a quick meeting with her teacher, nothing more than a chance for her to check me out. Then the walking started, and Lori told me what a great girl I had turned out to be. She questioned my taste in clothes for being as young as I was, but she had tried to raise my maturity level so that it matched my taste. All the while, we are walking, and I am not even thinking about the stilts I have on, as I am listening intently to her talk.

She reminded me that I had to tap my girl power if I didn’t want the guys to give me a hard time. If I did it right, I could put them down and never say a word. I knew she was right, as I had seen her do it, but I wasn’t so sure I could do that. We had crossed several streets, and I hadn’t given a second thought to this being my hometown and how my friends and neighbors might be seeing me as a girl full-on right about then.

I was walking like she did, my hips wiggled, and there was a bounce in my step. When I spoke, it was clear that I could do the girl speak with no problem. I didn’t even notice a dozen or so of my classmates at the park; as we walked by it, I was so wrapped up in listening and talking with Lori. Then we crossed another street and walked up to a house, and I just stood there looking at her.

“It’s your home. Aren’t you going to go in?” She said, bringing me back to reality in a flash.

I was shocked and then scared out of my wits for just a moment. She had played me like a drum; talking to me as if it was really important had kept me distracted all this time. Now, after two weeks that had seemed to last forever, I was home.

When I walked in, I thought sis was going to faint on the spot. Mom had to ask about three times to assure herself that it was me, and I am not sure had Lori not been with me, she would have believed me.

In the heels I had on, I was almost as tall as a mom. My new hairstyle, along with the nails and fancy clothes, made me seem much older to mom, and she was stunned beyond all words. Lori stayed long enough for the shock and amazement to pass and then gave me a hug just before she walked out. The rest of our break from school was mine to do as I pleased. Once school started back, I had bi-weekly meetings to attend.

I know you probably think I am leaving out a lot of stuff, details about things that happened along the way. Maybe I am, but school starts back in less than a week, and you’re not nearly up to speed on the rest of my summer. I’m writing this because it's part of the deal, and Lori has to have it completed by the end of the year to pass.

She gave me a diary as soon as this all started, and I told her I already had a journal. Journals were for boys, so I would keep a diary now. Trust me, she never let up even for a second on this being a girl thing. So now, as I am trying to write all this down, I am using my journal that is on my computer and the diary that I am still keeping for her.

“Your dad will have a fit when he sees you,” mom said, as soon as Lori was out the door.

“I’ve had several of those, so he won’t be alone,” I said with a smile.

Sis, and her name is Heather, by the way, walked around me about three times just to be sure it was me, then got mad and stormed out of the house.

“What was that about?” I said to mom.

“Your sister has missed her brother far more than you might imagine. Looking like you do right now, I think she will be missing him for a while yet,” mom said with a giggle.

“I’m still me,” I said to mom in a pleading tone.

“I know,” she smiled, “but even I have a hard time seeing the boy that left here two weeks ago,” she added.

“I can relate to that. I don’t much feel like that boy right now either,” I replied and gave her another hug.

We gave each other that look when our boobs mashed together, and mom sent me to check out my new bedroom. That had an ominous sound to it, and it was far worse than that.

It was now decorated in rose and eggshell white. The feeling that hit me was worse than winning the homecoming queen. There wasn’t a single thing in the bedroom that I consider mine. My drawings were still on the walls, and my computer was still there. That was the only thing that hadn’t changed.

The closet floor was lined with high heels, the one pair of tennis shoes and a pair of penny loafers stuck out like a sore thumb. I had skirts and dresses all sorted and hung up in every color that was suited to my skin tone and the taste I had expressed that day in the gym. The lights were starting to come on right about here.

In the dresser and chest, I found nothing but the frilliest girl stuff there was to have. Several garter belts and a ton of stockings to go with them. There was even a heavy bound waist cincher that had lacing in the back like a corset, and the straps to hold up my stockings were attached. I looked around my room at the drawings and vividly remembered that day at the gym with Lori.

The panties and bras I found were every bit what I had said I liked that day, and now the lights were on big time. When school started back, I would be the picture of almost every boy walking, talking wet dream. I was so screwed, and dad still wasn’t home yet. The walk to my house with Lori had been the first time I carried a purse, and it was filled with all my makeup and other stuff that Lori had given me.

I sat at the beautifully polished rose-colored vanity and set out the makeup just as Lori had shown me to do it. The face I saw in the mirror, as I did it, was neither happy nor sad, a little troubled or maybe deep in thought. It dawned on me how many numbers of my classmates could have already seen me during the walk home, and in reality, more than a few did.

Mom came up and into my room while I was sitting there thinking about all this. The kick-pleat of my skirt was open enough to see the garters that held my stockings in place, and I saw her mentally take that in. She sat on the edge of the bed behind me, looking at me in the mirror as she started talking to me like a daughter.

All the times before, when mom and I talked, it was more like I’m your parent, but when I’m done, I’ll pass you off to your dad. As if I was just an unruly boy that she had to claim, but didn’t want to deal with. I could hear the love in her voice as she tried to explain about the trouble I was soon to have with boys and mean girls, as she called them. How little did she know she was about six months too late for this conversation? The mean girls had already shown their claws, and it would take all of my ‘girl power’ to keep Tommy in line after school started.

When she asked me to lay by the pool with her and offered me the bikini she knew was in my drawer, I had to wonder if she was testing me like Lori did. I told her sure, as she left to change and I started to get undressed as well.

The bikini she had given me might as well have been two Band-Aids and some string to hold them on my body. I had come too far to get a case of the nerves with just mom and me at the pool. Granted, I might as well have been naked, but when I got to the pool, mom didn’t even flinch. She complimented me on the tan I already had and told me how pretty the suit was on me.

We laid by the pool the whole day and talked like a real mom and daughter would. I was a little more hip to that than she thought I was, and I saw it for what it was. She was checking out the teaching Lori had done to see if I could go the distance. Mom was far more concerned about me not going to college than dad had been. If I lasted the full year, I could go to college, and she knew that.

I now rightly figured that it was the mom that had signed my name, and she might have even been the reason dad’s company had taken their trip so late this year. That idea made more sense than any other I had come up with so far. That would explain her concern about me dealing with the other kids at school, too. Two weeks with Lori wasn’t a lot of time to teach me what I needed to know, but right now, I wasn’t all that worried about school.

That evening after dinner, mom measured me girl style. I was 34 in the chest with C cups, 23 in the waist, and 35 in the hips. Mom didn’t seem pleased at all that my boobs were so big, but she didn’t say that out loud. Sis spent the night with one of her girlfriends, and I sat down at my computer to start this story.

Mom had hinted that dad could be home on Monday, and since he hadn’t seen fit to rescue me, as it were, I made plans to make sure he got an eye full of the results of that decision. I wasn’t mad, but I was hurt that dad had let this happen. I felt sure he knew what was going on and, at the very least, just decided not to stop it.

I’m still not sure I can get you up to speed just hitting the high points before school will start back again. I will try, I promise, and I will include more of the details, too, if it doesn’t send me into sugar shock.

Mom got a call late Sunday night. Since our phone and fax used the same line, I opened the phone program on my computer and recorded the call. Dad would be home come Monday, and mom did her best to brace him for the son he no longer had. She told him I was way past pretty and more mature now than she had ever thought I would be. Dad laughed it off and more or less reminded her that I was a dumb thirteen-year-old boy. Not his exact words, but you get the idea.

Recording that call was a no-no, so I erased it the same night. I couldn’t erase it from my mind, and knowing how mom and dad really felt and thought about me now, almost made my blood boil. I was hurt more deeply than anything Lori had said or done, or even the kids at school and the way they had acted towards me. I can’t say where that came from or even why I wrote it down. Still, now you know what I was thinking and feeling right then.

Monday morning, after my shower, I went right back to my room and really began to think about this in a different way. As I pulled the waist cinch tight as I could get it, I found a new determination to be the best girl and best student I could be. That would spite both mom and dad to some degree.

I found a pair of off-black back-seamed stockings and put them on as my newfound determination pushed me on. I picked a black pushup bra that made me feel like my boobs were around my neck, but that was okay. Dad had this coming, and he was going to get it. A form-fitting camisole would cover the bumps and ridges of the waist cinch, and the black sheath dress that stopped just below the cheeks of my butt was my choice for today. Well, it was long enough to cover the tops of my stockings, but not by much.

I carefully looked through all the shoes in the closet and moved all the highest heels to the front. A pair of black open-toed pumps with a cute little bow on the toe box was what I picked to wear and, if I measured right, they were five-inch heels. It was only eight in the morning now, and his plane didn’t land till noon or so, he had told mom on the phone. I did laps around my room to break in the new shoes, and I planned to wear them all day. When I felt I could walk in them as well as any other girl, I sat down to do my makeup.