Jim's - Not Just A Girl For Summer - Part 2

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Monday found me back in school being ignored, as usual, even Rob walked by me as if I didn't exist. Guys that couldn't wait to be with me last night had other things to be interested in today. Strange that I should care, I thought to myself, the past weekend was just a way of practicing for this summer. I wasn't really a girl and there was no earthly reason why I should be so sad. I tried to put these strange feelings out of my mind but all it took was to see Rob and they came right back again. Why was I feeling like a love-sick teenaged girl?

It took me several weeks to get over my feelings about dating Rob but somehow I managed. I wanted to sit down with mom and talk things over but I was afraid, afraid that it would seem to much like a mother-daughter talk to her and afraid that I'd start crying like some silly girl. I will admit that there were nights when I laid in bed crying and that scared me half to death, I was a boy and boys simply did not cry. I promised myself that I'd never allow anything like that to happen again. I might have to pretend that I was a girl for work this summer but after work, I'd be all boy. I'd play baseball, fight, get hurt, and do all of those things that would make me a boy.

School finally ended for the summer and mom told me to pack whatever clothes that I'd need for the summer. I figured that Shelley would provide whatever clothes I had to model so I packed the few pairs of boys jeans and shorts that I owned along with a couple of jerseys, and underwear. Mom said I'd be leaving in a day or two so I should pack whatever I wasn't going to wear for a day and Shelley would pick my suitcases up for me.

Mom suggested that we go out for a burger on the day I was supposed to leave since we wouldn't be seeing each other for a few weeks. I wasn't about to refuse, I'd miss mom and a burger always sounded good to me.

When we got back Shelley was already waiting for us. "All set Janice?" She asked. "You start working for me next Monday!"

"Do you have to call me that?" I grumped. "I'm only going to be Janice at work, afterwards I plan on being a normal boy. The only dates I'll be going on will be with girls!"

"Calm down sweetie," Said mom. "Everything's going to be okay, I promise."

"We do have one  small problem though Jan." Interrupted Shelley. "You can't go dressed the way you are, I have to stop by the office and you'll have to look like a girl. You can change once we get to my place okay?"

I thought it would be okay to bend my dressing rule just this once so I headed for my room when Shelley called out.

"While you were out I took the liberty of picking out something nice for you Jan, it's in your mom's room, you can change in there." Once again Shelley was in control, I wondered if I'd ever learned to put up with her.

Sure enough, there was everything I needed laying on mom's bed, Shelley was as usual her thorough self. I pulled off my jeans, socks, shirt, and underwear and replaced them with panties, a bra, slip, stockings, a pretty blue top, and a denim mini skirt. I still couldn't figure out how wearing too small of a bra had caused me to look like I had breasts but I had to admit I filled out my bra rather well! Shelley had set out a pair of white pumps to wear with my skirt.

Once I dressed I used mom's makeup, brushed my hair, and went to see if Shelley was ready to go. Mom made a big scene over my leaving, telling me how much she'd miss me and how she'd try to visit me but that she'd be looking for a new job. She finished by telling me how nice I looked and how proud she was that I was pretty enough to be a model. I wanted to put up a fight about being pretty and all but it was the last time I'd see her for at least a couple of weeks and she did mean well so I just smiled and said thanks. Shelley wished mom luck in her job hunt, said that she'd have me call often, and then we were off.

We stopped at Shelley's office and after she got some papers from a file cabinet she took me for a little tour. One room of the office was set up for pictures with all kinds of different equipment and backdrops for pictures. Another area was set up for changing with racks for hanging clothes on along with a large, lighted makeup area. Shelley told me that I'd spend most of my time here unless the client requested otherwise. I hoped that wouldn't happen, I just felt more comfortable and secure in Shelley's place. After finishing up at the office we drove back to Shelley's apartment where I'd be spending the next couple of months. I asked if it was such a good idea for me to be seen going in all dressed up but she laughed that odd laugh of hers and told me to relax, everything would be fine.

As we got on the elevator two other women got on with us, I had nowhere to hide and it was obvious that I was with Shelley. I almost dropped dead when in the course of a conversation with the women Shelley turned to me and introduced me as "Janice, the girl I told you about."

The women immediately made a fuss over me telling me how lucky I was to have such a great figure and be so pretty! These women seemed to know quite a bit about my new job and I could only wonder how much Shelley had actually told them!

Once inside the apartment, I blew up asking Shelley what she had told them about me and why. She calmly explained that if I was going to be living with her for a few months she thought that it was best if her friends knew about it. After all, these were very good friends of hers and sooner or later they'd wonder who the girl was that was staying with her.

"Girl! What girl? There's not going to be a girl staying here!"

Shelley gave me that odd laugh again and told me to check out my new room. I opened the door to the room she had pointed at and saw a room decorated with a teenaged girl in mind. The walls were a light violet, the rug was a darker violet, the sheets on the bed were a pale yellow, and all around the edge of the bed was a pale yellow ruffle! I glanced around and saw a makeup table completely set up with the makeup kit I had been given months ago. I opened a drawer in the dresser and found it loaded with panties, slips, stockings, and bras. When I opened the walk-in closet I was greeted with nothing but girl's clothes, dresses, skirts, slacks, you name it, it was there. The only thing missing was my boy's clothes.

"What's going on Shelley? You promised I'd only have to dress up for pictures! Where are my boys' clothes?"

The first young lady I never made any such promise! You said that's what you were going to do but I never agreed!  I can't have a boy walk into the dressing area and a girl comes out. That wouldn't do at all. As for your boy's clothes, they were in such bad shape your mom got rid of them, all of them! After the summer you can buy all new ones if you like! Until then, just relax and enjoy being a pretty girl, I promise you'll have a great time!

I won't in any position to argue, I agreed to do this, it hadn't been all that bad so far, and the pay was going to be fantastic.

"I'm sorry, you're right. I'll behave myself, I promise."

My not too distant future accounted for Shelley proceeded on to the here and now. I had an appointment at a beauty shop in an hour to have my hair redone, the blond hair Shelly had first given me was to return on a more permanent basis along with a much more flattering and pretty hairstyle. I was kind of excited about this since my hair hadn't been cut in almost six months and was getting harder and harder to fix in a pretty style. I was going to be a girl but Shelley was going to make certain that I'd be pretty and I was certainly grateful!

When I was all done I couldn't believe how nice I looked. My hair was now a golden yellow that seemed to reflect the shop lights from every angle. My hair now hung down to my shoulders in gentle waves before curling under at the ends. Pretty bangs framed the front of my face while the sides gently tapered back.

"Well, Janice, what do you think now?"

I couldn't answer, I was just too amazed at how I looked. I wasn't a boy in a dress anymore, I was every inch a pretty girl!

Shelley seemed to understand and left me to admire my new hairdo while she paid the bill. She asked me if I had any more reservations about modeling for her and I unhesitatingly said no. I had all the training I would need and now I had the looks to go with the training. I couldn't wait to start work!

When we got home Shelley told me that I'd probably be more comfortable if I changed into a pair of jeans. I had gotten so used to wearing dresses by now that, to tell the truth I really was comfortable but I went along with her anyhow. I changed into a pair of jeans, marveling at how much I looked like a girl even in slacks!

Shelley expressed surprise when she saw that I had changed into a low-cut top and bra.

"Your shape looks better every time I see you Jan, You're not taking anything are you?"

"Of course not! This is what those first bras did to me that's all."

I could see by the look on her face that Shelley wasn't convinced but there wasn't anything I could do about it. She made me this way, why did she have to act like it was so strange?

I spent the next couple of days just walking around the neighborhood getting acquainted with some of the other kids. At first, I was a little worried about how people would react to me, for some reason I was sure that a real girl would know that I wasn't what I appeared to be. My worries disappeared after Shelley introduced me to a few girls who lived in the building and they accepted me without batting an eye.

Soon we were laughing and talking as though we'd been old friends. Working for Shelley wasn't all fun and games I soon found out. I had to stand in some really uncomfortable positions so the pictures would reflect the "natural, candid" look, and having to change my outfit, hairstyle, and makeup in minutes wasn't easy either! To everyone's delight, I proved to be a very quick study and was soon moving, smiling, posing, and changing like an experienced model. I only worked about five hours a day but still, I was glad to be done for the day, go home, and slip into a pair of jeans or shorts to relax.

I didn't want to say anything to Shelley but after the first couple of weeks, I really looked forward to wearing some of the outfits I had to model and even found myself wishing that I had a dress of my own like that.

What made things really tough was getting my first paycheck and seeing more money than I ever had before. It just made me determined to be as good at my job as I possibly could! Not an easy thing when you consider that my job was to be a girl!

Whenever I had a day off I found myself hanging around with my girlfriends, seeing a movie, or shopping at the mall. They had a great time trying on different outfits but I couldn't get excited about it, it seemed too much like work to me! What I really wanted to do was to go to the pool with them to cool off on the hot summer days.

I was moping around the studio one day when I was off when Shelley asked what was wrong. I told her about how I had to keep making excuses for not going swimming with my friends when I desperately wanted to go with them. Shelley smiled and promised that after work we'd go out to dinner and shop for bathing suits for me. She promised she'd fix things up just right and since she had certainly kept her word so far I decided to trust her.

That evening we stopped for burgers and I insisted on buying. it was an odd feeling for me to be treating someone else to a dinner I had never really been able to afford but it was great! We talked shop as we ate and after a trip to the lady's room, we were off to the mall.

Along the way, Shelley handed me a package and told me that it would be the solution to my problem. I opened it up and found what appeared to be a pair of thong-style panties in a size that seemed to be too small even for me. Shelley explained that it was referred to as a dancer's belt and was designed to hide a male's genitals. After a thorough explanation of how it worked and how to put it on, I slipped it into my purse and hoped for the best.

At the mall, we went to a store that specialized in the latest in ladies' swimwear. I looked at over a dozen suits that I thought were pretty along with a few that Shelley picked out for me but I turned them all down. They were all designed to show off a young woman's figure which I didn't have and would never hide the young man's genitals that I definitely did have.

After I turned down another couple of suits Shelley handed me a bright pink bikini and told me to try it on.

"Are you crazy, if I can't wear those one-piece suits I sure can't wear this!"

Shelley was adamant however and guided me towards the nearest dressing room.

"Don't forget your belt!" She whispered as she practically shoved me inside.

Once inside the safety of the dressing room I removed my skirt, top, and lingerie, and after a good bit of struggling I managed to put on the belt. I didn't expect it to be comfortable but it wasn't all that bad.

I glanced at myself in the mirror and my drifted to were all always had a bulge in my panties. I say had because it was gone, nowhere to be seen! I looked like a young girl standing there in a pair of high-cut lace panties! I stared at myself from every angle but there was nothing to see, I was as flat as any girl my age!

Strangely enough, I was thrilled at how I looked and quickly pulled on the bottoms to the swimsuit. I turned away from the mirror, afraid that I'd somehow jinx myself if I looked too soon and put on the top.

After I got all my loose flesh, (there seemed to be more now than when I had started), into the cups I fastened the top and slowly turned to the mirror.

There was no point in denying it, I was thrilled when I saw the pretty girl in the mirror. I figured that my curved waist was an illusion created by the suit but that still left the not so little matter of why I seemed to have breasts to explain. As I said, I was always a skinny boy so where did all of that loose flesh breasts come from? I heard Shelley asking if everything was all right so I stepped out to show her.

The look on her face as I stepped out of the changing room said it all, she couldn't believe that the sweet young thing in front of her was a boy either!

"My God, you're beautiful!" She whispered. "I didn't look that good when I was your age!"

"I'll take that to be a compliment, but I owe it all to this suit and your too-small bras!"

Shelley agreed that I must be right, it had to be the suit and bras but something told me she wasn't convinced.

I ended the day having spent over two hundred dollars on swimsuits and cover jackets. Shelley let me pick out everything but the first suit and I actually had a lot of fun picking what I thought were the prettiest suits and jackets I could find. It seemed to me that since I was going to be a girl I might as well enjoy myself so I chose a rather daring two-piece suit in a Kelly green that looked great with my blond hair. It was cut almost to the waistband on the sides with just the minimum amount of fabric in the front and slightly more in the back.

The top had shirred fabric with separate cups fastened at the bottom, it took all of my loose flesh and formed it into what looked exactly like two nicely shaped breasts! Of course with a suit that pretty it seemed a shame to cover it up with just anything so I picked out a cover jacket made entirely of lace. It was perfect, just what the suit cried out for!

As we were leaving the mall I saw some earrings in a shop that seemed to appeal to me so Shelley and I stopped in to look them over. The first thing that Shelley noticed was that I couldn't wear them, they were strictly for pierced ears and the store had nothing that nice in a clip-on style.

I swallowed hard for a moment then turned to Shelley.

"Would it be okay with you if I got my ears pierced?"

Shelley wasn't sure how to reply and it was a few long seconds before she did.

"Are you sure it's what you want to do Jan? Even after you let the holes close there'll be a scar."

"I understand, but I'm sure. I've just got to have those earrings, they're so pretty!"

Shelley stared at me for a moment before summoning the clerk.

"The young lady would like to have her ears pierced please."

The clerk asked another girl to help and while they got things ready they explained how I'd have to care for my ears all the while calling me "Miss" and "Young Lady". I paid careful attention to what I was told despite the excitement that was building inside of me. I couldn't explain why I wanted my ears pierced and somewhere inside of my skull a voice was saying "Don't do it" but I couldn't get off that chair.

Of course, the clerk had no way of knowing that I was still trying to be sure and within a minute she and the other girl pierced my ears and inserted my new earrings. When I saw how they looked in a mirror I was sure I had done the right thing, I still heard the voice but I didn't care.  It looked great and I loved it!

Shelley was amazed at the way I had acted and I suppose she wasn't alone. It's hard to explain, it's just that when I felt different, I felt as though I really were Janice. I tried my best to explain it to her but I'm not sure I got through. She just kept telling me that I seemed to have gotten carried away. The swimsuits were one thing she explained, they could always be taken off when I was through for the summer but pierced ears? I just shrugged my shoulders and told her if I didn't care why should she. She just looked at me kind of strangely and walked away. I went to my room, put away my new clothes, and got ready for bed. After a quick shower, I reached for my panties then stopped before putting them on. Deciding that I should get used to wearing it I put my dancers' belt on then pulled on my panties and nightgown. It took a few minutes to get used to the feeling but it wasn't nearly as bad as learning to sleep in curlers had been!

After a few hours of work the next day I hurried home, quickly changed into my new bikini, slipped on my jacket, and with a towel and suntan lotion set off for the pool! I felt so happy to be walking down the street in my bikini that I seemed to arrive at the pool without remembering much about how I got there. My friends were happy to see me as were a number of the boys who kept walking by us. We spent the afternoon sunning ourselves and checking out the cute lifeguards and it was the most fun I had in months!

My friends and I rarely went into the water, we were there to check out guys and be checked out by guys, just like every other teenaged girl there. I hated to think of what too much chlorine from the water would do to my hair and I certainly didn't want the guys seeing me looking like a drowned rat!

My newfound concern for my looks was paying off big for me; Shelley was being swamped with calls from clients requesting me and I was making far more than I ever dreamed of! I had graduated from what Shelley referred to as "In-House" modeling and was now doing fashion shows for clients who specifically asked for me. It was a real trip to walk down a runway wearing some great-looking outfits and have a crowd of people oohing and ahhing as I passed! Another nice fringe benefit was that I was often permitted to keep an outfit that I had modeled and soon I had a closet brimming with beautiful dresses and gowns!

Whenever one of my girlfriends needed an outfit for a special occasion or a big date I was always happy to let her pick something from my closet which thrilled them to no end! As a way of repaying me, they tried setting me up with blind dates which I always turned down saying that I was too busy working or didn't like blind dates. They kept trying though and after a long talk with mom and Shelley, I finally agreed to double date with one of my friends.

My friend and I spent an afternoon going through my closet to find just the right outfits to wear for our date. I picked a dress I was particularly fond of, it had a pale yellow rayon top with a floral print skirt. My friend was thrilled when I suggested she wear my gold top and leather skirt since I had told her all about my date with Rob and how much he liked my outfit.

I was a little apprehensive about dating but mom had said people would think it odd that a pretty girl like me didn't date. What made me apprehensive was not that I was a boy going out with another boy but that I secretly wanted to date! I never told anyone but I wanted to experience as much of life as a girl as I possibly could and that included dating as a girl. I enjoyed checking out the cute guys at the pool and wondered what it would be like to be their date! The girls I hung out with were really cute and sought after by many a boy but I couldn't seem to think of them as anything but friends. At first, I tried to sort this out in my mind but as time passed it seemed less and less important to me. My girlfriend and I primped and fussed over each other until moments before our dates arrived to pick us up. When the door opened we could tell our work had not been in vain!

My date was very sweet to me and I had a great time dancing with him and later at a movie he took my hand in his during the scary parts. It seemed kind of dumb at first, after all, I'd seen plenty of horror shows before but after a couple of minutes I found it comforting to have him holding my hand! It seemed natural in a way, he was doing what men had done for centuries; protecting a woman from danger! Even though I didn't need the protection it still felt nice to know that he was there for me!

On the way home I found that Angie, my girlfriend had left one small matter out when telling me about this date. Angie's date was driving and I was in the back with Mike, my date when we turned off the main road towards a park overlooking the city. Even though I had never dated as a boy I knew enough from listening to other guys to know what was happening. We were headed for a secluded "make out" spot and there wasn't a thing I could do about it!

We found an out-of-the-way spot to park and as my date began to point out the landmarks below I noticed Angie snuggling up to her date. Like I said I knew what was expected of me and thanks to Shelley and mom I felt pretty sure I could handle this guy so I followed Angie's lead and moved closer. Mike put his arm around me and whispered that he thought I was very pretty and a lot of fun to be with. What more could a girl ask for, in a guy, he was cute, protective, and thought I was pretty and a fun date. Before I could respond I felt him pulling me close for a kiss. I giggled and closed my eyes waiting for his kiss. We stayed there necking for over an hour before we drove back home. We spent a couple of extra minutes kissing in the car before Mike walked me to my door where I gave him a last goodnight kiss. He asked if we could go out together alone some time so I took a pen and paper from my purse and jotted down my phone number.

"Call me and we'll talk!" I said in as encouraging tone a as possible.

Mike grinned and carefully placed my phone number in his shirt pocket promising to "keep it close to his heart"!

" What a doll!" I thought as I closed the door behind me. "What a doll!"

My date with Mike seemed to have an effect on me that I wasn't even aware of until Shelley brought it up to me. It seems that she noticed a change in me during modeling sessions; my walk had gotten just a little sexier and I seemed to relate differently to the guys who often worked with me as well as to male clients.

Suddenly I was smiling and laughing more than ever before. Shelley was also smiling more since I was now in demand by stores and designers who never gave her the time of day in the past! Shelley's agency was making money faster than ever and she said it was all because of my acting abilities!

One thing that Shelley thought was a bit strange was something she couldn't chalk up to acting; I was beginning to shop money for myself and I was buying some of the prettiest lingerie I could find! When this all started I wore plain nylon panties and she practically had to force me to wear a low-cut top the first time. Now my drawers were filled with lace and satin, my panties were high cut, trimmed in lace, and often as not we're part of a matched set with a slip and bra!

Shelley joked that I had some lingerie that would make a hooker blush but that was just an exaggeration, my clothes were no sexier than the average sixteen-year-old girl's! I had some really lacy low-cut bras that I wore beneath tops and dresses that showed cleavage any girl would be proud of! I suppose what Shelley found odd was that I had bought all of these things for myself!

I realized that Shelley was right, over the last month or so I had been spending a great deal of time shopping for clothes. It seemed like every other day I was coming home with a new outfit or jewelry. Since I had gotten my ears pierced I had accumulated over three dozen pairs of earrings and even two dozen necklaces!

Shelley asked what I was going to do with all of this stuff when I went back to being Jim and I couldn't answer her. I hadn't even given it a thought that someday I would have to give up all of my pretty clothes, jewelry, and worst of all - money! Sometime in the coming weeks, I was going to have to go from being a pretty model with gorgeous clothes and money to burn to be a nerdy-looking boy who might work flipping burgers for minimum wage!

I don't really know what bothered me more, giving up the clothes and the popularity or giving up the money! Not that it made a difference, without the clothes I'd have no more money - how very depressing! I wasn't sure how I'd work this out but I hated to give up all that I had.

Before I had a chance to approach Shelley about my problem she told me that she had made an appointment with a local doctor she knew to get me a checkup. I told her that I felt fine and since a full checkup would reveal that I was a boy and that would certainly end my career.

Shelley assured me that this doctor would be very discreet and that she felt it was necessary. It turns out that she and mom had a long talk about how I'd been acting and were concerned. I really didn't know what she was talking about; I was dating more and felt so much better about myself that my job performance improved. I was happier than ever but Shelley insisted so a few days later mom and I went to the doctor's office for my checkup.

The doctor was really nice and put me at ease telling me how nice looked and asking me questions about my job and friends. She had a nurse take a few blood samples before giving me a complete examination.

I felt bad enough having to take off my jeans and top and wearing a paper gown but then she insisted I remove my bra so she could examine my breasts. After a few more minutes of poking and prodding me, she let me get dressed and said she'd call when all the test results were ready.

Several days later I finally got up the nerve to ask Shelley about my future. She was a little surprised when I asked if I could continue modeling but said that she'd see want could be done. I was so happy that she understood that I gave her a big hug!

"Calm down Jan," She laughed, "I can't promise you anything!"

Mom looked at me and asked if I was sure I wanted to continue.

"Are you kidding? Have you seen all the great outfits I've got and how much money I have in the bank? Why wouldn't I want to continue?"

Mom and Shelley were giving each other that funny look again, I hated when they did that, I could never figure out what was going through their minds!

The next week mom, Shelly, and I went back to the doctors to see what the test results had come up with. The doctor seemed a bit more serious than the last time I had seen her and I began to worry that something was very wrong. She asked me if I was sure I wanted Shelley there to hear the results and I told her that since Shelley had been a second mother to me these last few months I'd prefer to have her stay.

Mom asked the doctor if it was anything serious and the doctor said that it all depended on me. Talk about confusing, how could a problem's seriousness depend on the person with the problem?

The doctor started out by reviewing things we had talked about on my last visit. Yes of course I was really a boy but I sort of got roped into this because of my acting and the money. Yes, I did feel different about myself than when I started, I now enjoyed my job so much more!

No, I haven't worn any boy's clothing since I started but that wasn't really my idea. Yes, I did enjoy wearing pretty clothes, makeup, and jewelry but that was probably because I had gotten used to them and wasn't able to wear any boy's clothes. Yes, I do date other boys but that was just to keep up my image and no I don't know why I have so much fun on dates. When she asked me if I had any idea why it looks as though I have breasts I told her all about the too-small bras that Shelley had made me wear.

Finally, the questions were over and the doctor quit scribbling things in my file. She turned to another page in my file and said simply; "I think I can explain things for you. You're a girl!"

"Excuse me?"

"Well after doing an exam on you last week I could see that your breasts were real, not just loose flesh. I could also see that you have slowly been developing all the secondary sex characteristics of a female. The tests that I ran confirmed it, your glands are secreting far more female hormones than male ones. Therefore instead of having the normal thought pattern and body for a boy your age your glands are giving you the physical characteristics of a young woman and the hormones are constantly telling your brain that you are a female." I almost fell off my chair when I hear this and I could see the look of astonishment on mom and Shelley's faces!

"Are you absolutely certain?" Asked mom.

"Positively," Replied the doctor. "This would have happened to you regardless but your job and manner of the dress made it more obvious. Your clothes were obviously meant to fit a girl's figure which accounts for how well they fit you and your ease at acting like a girl comes not so much from talent but the fact that for all intents and purposes you are chemically a girl!"

"But that's not true!" I exclaimed glancing down towards my lap.

"I mean you saw me!"

"Remember Janice, I said Chemically. You were born with the physical body of a boy but you're chromosomes don't agree with your body. I did see you but what I saw was rather underdeveloped for your age. Haven't you ever wondered why other boys were shaving and had deep voices but not you?"

"I figured I was a late bloomer that's all and besides my voice is changing even now!"

"You we're a little late for a girl but you appear to be developing quite well now. As for your voice changing, I've talked with both your mom and Shelley and it appears that you're right and wrong. Your voice has changed, but it's moved into the range of an adult female, if someone heard you without seeing you they'd still assume they were listening to a girl!"

I was too stunned to say anything more I just put my head down and began to cry.

"What happens now?" Asked mom. "Is there anything that could be done?"

I heard the doctor explain that if I began taking large doses of male hormones I could halt some of the effects of the female hormones and possibly reverse others. I would never be able to grow much of a beard, my breasts would be slightly larger than most guys, I'd never father a child, and I wouldn't grow more than another inch or two.

If I did nothing, I'd never have children since I was still a male internally but I'd have the same monthly mood swings as any other female, I'd continue to develop much like any other girl with normal-sized breasts, hips, and buttocks. Surgery, the doctor explained would never make me look any more masculine but could help me better adjust to being a female. I would have my penis and testicles removed and a working vagina constructed which when I was ready would even permit me to have intercourse as a woman.

The doctor said that she understood that it was quite a shock for me and that she isn't expecting me to decide immediately. She advised me to go home and consider what I was told for a few days before deciding on what I wanted to do. We thanked her and left the office in a state of shock and disbelief.

I took a few days off work to think things over and talk to mom. After a few days though I still wasn't sure of what to do. Talking to mom and Shelley though helped me to decide.

I asked them both to sit down one day and asked if we could talk. I asked Shelley if she had found a way for me to continue to work for her and she said that she had. If I wanted to she would arrange for me to attend a local private school that all my girlfriends went to. The owner of the school owed her a rather large favor and agreed to accept me as a student There was just one catch - I would have to stay as a girl at least until I graduated in two years. A lawyer she knew would have all of my old school records changed to show my name as Janice Lynn and my sex as female.

As far as anyone would ever know I was a sixteen-year-old girl named Janice. Then I could continue to work as a model and finish school. After that, it would be up to me as to what I did with my life.

Turning to mom I asked if it was okay with her for me to stay as a girl for a little while longer. Mom grinned and said that she thought that would work out just fine especially since Shelley had offered her a job as office manager in her agency! It turned out that with the increase in business Shelley had to hire more office help and never had the time to keep up with things in the office. She had offered mom the job at a salary much higher than her old job so mom accepted. Mom had found a really nice-looking house just a few blocks away and was ready to sell our old house.

It's been years now since we moved, I had two wonderful years in high school as Janice and went on to get a degree in Marketing. I still work for Shelley but not so much as a model. It turns out that not only was I the best model Shelley had but I was a whiz at sales! Shelley now has more clients than ever before and mom has become a branch manager!

As for me, the doctor was right, I did nothing and continued to develop into a beautiful young woman who was as much sought after as a model as I was for dates! As it turns out mom and Shelley were right about Mike, we continued to date and plan to announce our engagement soon. He knows all about my past but what can I say - he loves me! I plan on having the surgery the doctor talked about and then Mike and I will get married. Who would ever have thought that eight years ago a skinny, lonely boy would become a beautiful woman, a successful model, and a bride to be!

The End.