Going To College As A Girl - Part 3

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Dear Terri,

We cannot thank you enough for all that you have done. We all

love you as a sister. Please take this as a small token of our esteem.

Think of us whenever you see the.

The women of Friedan University.

It was a gift certificate for plastic surgery. For a boob job. The girls of the school had donated money, and Kate had purchased a boob job for Terry.

Terry got dizzy, like when he had been wearing the corset. It was hard to breathe for a moment. This was terrible! What could he do? If he refused, he'd be found out. He *had* to accept this gift, and pretend to be excited about it. But if he did that, he'd end up with real boobs on his chest. No!

"Thank you, I feel overwhelmed," he said quietly. The crowd stood and applauded. Many of the women in his dorm came over to thank him personally too.

"Thanks to you, I get to wear this," said one girl, pointing to her hot miniskirt.

"And I get to wear my jeans," said another. "Come over some time, and I'll give you a makeover."

"Let me do your nails," said another one.

"Let us go get tattoos together," said a third. "My treat."

They all wanted to do or give Terry something. He was overwhelmed with the outpouring of love and emotion. So overwhelmed, that he actually started to cry tears of joy, for the first time in his life. They were all so kind! They were all so nice to him! For the first time since arriving on campus months ago, Terry finally felt like he was one of them. He belonged here, among the girls.

Terry was shaking as Kate drove him to Orchardview, for his surgery. He was going in today, and when he returned home tomorrow, he'd have boobs. What was he going to tell his mom and Darcia? He decided that after he graduated, he could have them removed.

It would be easier with real boobs. He could wear cuter clothes. More revealing outfits and such. It wouldn't be too bad, he told himself.

"I'm a girl. I'm a girl" he thought, repeating his mantra, trying not to be scared.

The doctor smiled when she saw him. He would be beautiful when she was done...

Terry woke up, smelling the antiseptic, plastic, and chemical odors of the recovery room. Along with the scent of fresh-cut flowers, that Kate had put in a vase near the bed. It took a few minutes to come to his senses enough to open his eyes and take a look.

His chest was swollen under the sheet, but he was used to seeing that by now. But this was different. He wasn't wearing a bra, and he didn't have it stuffed with breast forms. It was his own chest he was seeing now. He pulled back the sheet, to see what they looked like. He was somewhat disappointed to see that he was covered with bandages, and it would be a little while before he could see his new boobs.

He felt sore in his chest, and he actually ached all over. He looked up to see the doctor walking into the room. She smiled and asked how he was doing.

"Fine. I'm a little sore" he replied.

"That's normal. You'll feel better in a day or so."

Terry nodded, as she handed him some pain pills and a glass of water.

"I think you are very brave," said the doctor.

"Not really," said Terry. "Lots of women get boob jobs."

"But not lots of men," said the doctor.

She knew. Terry's face turned red. How had he thought that a doctor wouldn't notice he was really a guy?

"I just mention it, because I wanted to see what other help I could bring you. Your friend Kate explained to me that you don't have much money, but after hearing about what you did for the school, I'd be glad to help you with your transition to womanhood."

Transition to womanhood? The doctor thought that Terry wanted to become a real woman! She thought he wanted a sex change operation!

"I couldn't tell the school about you, because that would violate my oath of patient confidentiality. I would only be able to tell them if you were committing a crime. A fraud or something. Like if you were a guy who was acting like a girl to get a free scholarship. But if you're really a girl inside, then I don't see any problem. You are a girl inside aren't you?"

"Yes," he said. "I am a girl inside. I'm not committing fraud by going to a women's college. I'm going there because I'm a girl."

"And you want to alter your body, so that you're just like all the other girls, right?"

"Yes! You understand!" lied Terry.

She was making him play this game, and he didn't like it one bit.

"Just to be sure, so there is no misunderstanding," said the doctor, "I need you to sign something for me. A consent form."

"Consent for what?" asked Terry.

"This form says that you are consenting to enter the gender reassignment program, that your goal is to become a real woman, and that you want me to alter your body to match your self-image. Sign here please."

This was it. Sign the form, or be turned in as a fraud. He'd be arrested, and thrown in jail. With boobs. He couldn't let that happen. With a trembling hand, he signed the form and was now entered into the gender reassignment program.

"Take these," said the doctor, handing him two white pills. He gulped them down with the glass of water.

"Those are estrogen pills, the female sex hormone. I am writing you a prescription for them and several other pills you will take every day to alter your hormonal balance and bring it to that of a normal healthy woman. I am also putting you on birth control pills. And I'm giving you a tube of cream, which you need to rub into your new boobs every day. It contains high concentrations of female hormones and will help your breasts to naturally grow. You're a C cup now, but with the female hormones, I think you'll add on another cup size when you're fully developed."

Terry was on the verge of passing out. He was on female hormones now. He imagined that the pills he had just swallowed were dissolving in his stomach, and the hormones were filling his bloodstream already, bringing their chemical messages to the cells of his body, unlocking their female functions.

"You're going to be a real girl soon," said the doctor.

"Thank you doc," said Terry, having to play along.

"You're a welcome young lady" she replied. "Now let's look at what facial surgeries you're going to require."

Terry waited inside the dorm hall for Darcia to show up. Finals were done, and it was time to go home for Christmas. He wrote her often, and they spoke on the phone at least once a week. But he hadn't been able to admit to her that he had real boobs now. Or that he was now considered a pre-op transsexual. He was on his way to becoming a woman. Or that he was *glad* about that fact now.

Darcia pulled up, and Terry ran out to hug her. He had worn a long skirt, and a black turtleneck that day, so she couldn't see he had real boobs. He threw his luggage into the trunk, and they started off down the road, heading home.

Darcia was working in the hair salon, cutting hair and doing makeovers. She earned a decent wage but wasn't getting rich. She went on and on about all that she would do with Terry, once he graduated from college and got a high paying job. He was somewhat quiet, not sure what to tell her, and how.

He got home and greeted his mother. She had cooked dinner, and they all sat down to eat.

"What's wrong Terri?" teased Darcia. "Usually by now, you're whining to us that you want to dress up like a boy. What matters? Are you getting used to being in a skirt now? Is that how you like to dress?"

"I started the movement on campus to change the dress code, remember? We can all wear pants now if we want" he said.

"Yeah, I know. I'm just teasing you. Do you want to go put on pants?"

"I'm okay," said Terry, who continued to pick at his food. His mother and Darcia sensed that something was really bothering him.

"You're not falling in love with your roomie, or some other girl at school, are you?" said Darcia defensively.

"No," said Terry.

"You're not mad at me for teasing you, are you?" she asked.

"No, it's not that either."

"Well, what is it then? If you've learned anything from being a girl for a semester at school, you should know by now that you need to talk."

"I'll be right back," said Terry, who left for the bedroom.

"Wait!" said Darcia.

"No. I'll be right back."

A few minutes later, Terry walked into the room as Darcia and his mother talked to each other, speculating on what was wrong with Terry.

"Maybe we should let him dress up as a boy," said Darcia.

"I don't know. She'll revert to old male habits" said his mother. "We don't want to jeopardize her future, by letting her be a boy."

"You don't need to worry about that," said Terry, as he walked into the room.

The two women at the table sat in stunned silence as Terry walked back to his chair and sat down.

"Terry!" said Darcia.

"Son?" said his mother.

"What's the matter? Never seen boobs before? Pass the salt, would you please?" said Terry.

He was dressed in a skimpily white cami top, with lacy trim in the middle, over his impressive cleavage. He was wearing his gaff and a little multicolor miniskirt. He looked just like a girl. They could see his breasts were real.

"You've got boobs." said Darcia.

"Yes. A thank you present from the girls, for all I did at school."

They noticed how his skin was smoother. His look was changing. It was more than just the new breasts. He looked different somehow.

"Why did you let them do that to you?" said his mother. It had been fun pretending Terry was her daughter, but this was another matter.

"I had to. Or I'd be found out, and sent home."

"But Terry, you look like."

"Like I'm becoming a girl? Yes, that's because I am. It is the effects of the hormones you see."

"Hormones? Terry, what are you doing to yourself!!?"

"Oh, I kind of had to. The doctor who did my boob job was going to turn me into the police for committing fraud, being a boy sneaking into a girl's college. But if I signed up to transition into womanhood, then she was okay with it. So now I'm on my way. In a year or so, I'll have a vagina of my own, and I'll be just like you!"

"Terry, no. It is not worth it. You'll stop going to school."

"Oh no. A woman like me needs a good education. I'm going back, and I am going to graduate. You'll be very proud of your daughter."

"Terry, stop talking like that!" said his mother.

"Terry, I love you," said Darcia.

"I love you too" replied Terry. "But you know what Darcia? Between living with all girls for half a year, and being on female hormones, I don't even get aroused anymore. I think that on the inside, I *am* becoming a woman. Nothing against you, but I think you need to go out and find yourself a real man. Because I'm not a man anymore."

"Yes you are," she said, in tears. How could it all have spiraled this far out of control?"

"No Darcia. I'm a girl. I AM A GIRL!" shouted Terry.

"Please, stop," said his mother, but it was no use.

"I'm sorry mom, but there is nothing to stop. I'm a girl now. It is just a matter of time before my body is brought into alignment with my inner self-image. When I dream, I'm a real girl. I dreamed that I gave birth the other day! Can you believe that? I'm starting to think of myself as a girl now, and you can't change that."

"We'll go to Dr. Lang, and get those breasts removed," said his mother.

"Oh no, you don't. I *love* my boobs. I'd feel so unfeminine without them. I'm using breast cream, so I can add another cup size. I want to be a D cup one day. I want my boobs to be full and firm. I'm going to be a woman, and I *need* them."

Terry stomped out, went to the bedroom, slammed the door shut, and laid down to cry.

An hour later, when Terry emerged from his room, Darcia and his mother were sitting on the couch.

"So you think you're a girl now?" said his mother.

"Yes, I am," said Terry, proudly.

"We'll see about that."

She looked at Darcia smugly. They'd scare him out this. They had two weeks to do it.

At first, Darcia and Terry's mom tried what had worked before. But Terry wasn't intimidated about female topics like periods, pads vs. tampons, or any of that. He had lived with girls for so long, that your period was a regular enough topic of conversation.

So the next thing they decided to do was to play on a fear he had, back when it all started at first. Terry had been terrified of being seen by someone he knew. Darcia called Mike, a guy that Terry used to hang out with. She met him at the park but didn't tell him the real purpose of their meeting. She rang Terry from her new cell phone.

"Hey, get down here to the park. It is a beautiful day, the sun is out, the birds are singing, and you shouldn't be stuck indoors. Get your butt down here!"

"Give me five minutes," said Terry. "I need to get my makeup on and fix my hair."

Darcia shook her head. He really *was* acting just like a girl. She kept Mike occupied by talking to him. Every so often, she glanced up in the direction of Terry's house, to see if he would show up. When she finally caught a glimpse of him walking down the street in his skirt, with his long hair blowing in the breeze, she waved to him.

Terry saw Darcia and saw that she was talking to a boy. As Terry neared the two of them, he was able to clearly see that it was his old friend Mike that she was with. Darcia waited for him to turn around and run him, afraid and ashamed. But to her surprise, he kept approaching.

"Hi Mike," said Terry.

"Hi yourself. Do I know you?" said Mike, looking at the massive cleavage that Terry's skimpy top revealed. His eyes traveled down past the little skirt to the long smooth legs, the cute open-toed shoes revealing the fresh paint job on Terry's toenails.

"Don't you recognize me Mike?" said Terry.

"I don't think I'd forget a chick like you" he replied, wondering how he could have forgotten a total babe like this. Perhaps she was some ugly girl at school who had blossomed while she was at college.

Terry smiled. He could see the confusion on Mike's face.

"I'm Terri," he said, extending his hand. Mike could not believe it. He looked at Terry's face again and realized that this was no girl. This was his old friend! He was shaking hands with Terry! Terry's fingernails were long and painted bright pink. His grip was limp and weak, just like a girl.

"My god! What have they done to you! You look like a girl" said Mike, in utter shock at seeing his feminized friend.

"I *am* a girl now," said Terry. *Proudly*.

"That's sick!" said Mike, taking a step back. Whatever happened to Terry, he sure didn't want it to happen to him!

"What's wrong Mike?" said Terry.

"Get away from me!" replied Mike, who started walking away.

"What's with him?" asked Terry, turning to Darcia.

"I don't know," she said. "He kind of freaked out when he saw you."

"Weird," said Terry, shaking his head. He took his compact mirror out of his purse, and checked his lipstick, while Darcia looked on. He had just met an old male friend and didn't even flinch. Not in the least. This plan had failed.

The next day, Darcia was busy, so Terry was alone with his mother, who was going crazy over the situation. Everything they had tried so far had failed. There was still time, and Darcia was working on some new plans. But she was beginning to wonder if *anything* would work.

It pained her to see Terry so far gone. He really seemed to think that he was a girl now. She wondered just how real it was, or if he was just acting, trying to get some kind of sick revenge on them, for having started him down this path. She was wracked with guilt. This was all her fault.

But after breakfast, when she talked with Terry, something happened to change her mind about the entire situation.

"Mom?" said Terry.

"Yes?" she replied. "What is it?"

"I have a question for you. What was it like? To be a mother? How did you *feel*? I know that after they operate on me, my body will look right, but I'll never be able to have children myself. I'll always miss out on that. But tell me what it was like for you."

Terry's mom sat in silence for a moment, considering the question. She took a sip of her hot coffee and took a deep breath.

"I would have to say that it was at once the most terrifying and exciting experience I've ever had. When you find out that you're pregnant, you get really scared at first. How can I have a baby? I don't know everything my mom knows! How am I going to do this?"

Terry nodded, listening intently.

"Then you get upset thinking about what will happen to your body, as the baby grows inside you. But you also feel thrilled. You're going to have a baby! It took me about a month to get over my jitters. I had lots of female friends for support, and of course, my mom was there to help too."

She took another sip of her coffee and poured the rest of the pot into Terry's cup.

"Part of the pregnancy was easy and fun. My skin glowed. After the first trimester, I felt wonderful, almost giddy. But as I got big, I had pains in my back, I felt fat, bloated, ugly, and I couldn't wait for it to be over. But then I'd feel you kick inside, and all my problems would melt away. I already loved you, even before you were born."

Terry smiled sweetly, and rested his chin on his hands, with his elbows on the table to support it.

"Labor was difficult. It took a long time, and it was very painful. I thought I was going to die. But when you finally came out, and the doctor handed you over to me to hold for the first time, I realized that it was all worth it. All of the trouble, all of the inconvenience, all the pain, everything. It was like a miracle. I made a baby! He was so tiny and sweet, and I loved him more than anything in the world."

"Aw.," said Terry.

"I loved your father of course, but I loved you even more than I loved myself. I would do anything to protect my baby. I loved him so much! And I still do."

Terry was crying from hearing her story. He went over to her and hugged her.

"I love you mom," he said. "More than anything in the world. I wish I had been born a girl so that I could have been raised as your daughter, and we could have had a closer bond."

She hugged him back, feeling his large breasts pressing up against her. For the first time, she felt that she was hugging her daughter, Terri.

"I have this great plan," said Darcia. "It will scare him back for sure."

"No," said Terry's mom.

"No what?"

"No Darcia. No more plans. It is over. We just have to accept it, that Terri is a girl."

"How can you say that? This is my boyfriend we're talking about here."

"And my daughter. I'm her mother, remember?"

"Daughter? Her? What did he do to you? You were helping me, remember?"

"It's over Darcia. Terri is a girl now. You just have to accept that, and move on."

"How am I supposed to just move on?" she replied, in tears. "I *love* him."

"If you love Terri, then you'll love and support her as a girl. That is what she is now."

"No!" said Darcia defiantly. "I'm going to get him back!"

"Its too late. Terry, the boy, is gone. She is a girl now, and that is how it is."

Darcia hung up the phone. She wasn't going to just give up! Not now.

"Your mom thinks you're a girl now," said Darcia, as she laid on the bed next to Terry. She still thought of him as Terry, even if he (and his mom) thought of *her* as Terri.

"I am a girl" replied Terri. "Or didn't you notice."

"Just because you've got boobs doesn't make you a chick" she replied.

"What would it take to convince you?" replied Terry.

"You don't have any feelings for me anymore?"

"I love you like a sister. You're my best friend in the world. We will always have that special bond."

"I mean romantically."

"I don't feel any attraction to any girl Darcia. I'm a girl now too, and it just doesn't seem right to be attracted to someone who is just like me. At least how I'll be after I get my operation."

"You could stay like you are now. You could dress and act like a girl, but still make love to me!"

"Darcia, I'm on female hormones, remember? I can't make love to a girl. I haven't had an erection in a long time. I am a girl myself, and it is just a matter of time before they cut it off of me so that I'll be just like you. I can't wait until they do it! I can't wait to feel good about my body."

"What do you think when you see this?" said Darcia. She stood up, pulled down her skirt, and revealed that underneath she wasn't wearing a thing. She put her leg up on the bed, so Terry would get a clear look at her.

"When I see that, it makes me feel so inadequate as a woman because I'm not like that yet. When I see what you have between your legs, it makes me wish even more that I could have that too. I wish I was just like you Darcia."

"You always wanted me. You wanted to get in here. Well now is your chance. I want you. Take me."

"Quit treating me like I'm a guy!" said Terry. "You said that having boobs doesn't make you a girl. Well, having a cock doesn't make you a guy either. And I'm not going to have it for long anyway. Soon, I will be just like you. God, I wish I had a pussy! I wish I was like you already. I wish I had been *born* as a girl. You are so lucky."

Darcia was stunned. For the first time, it dawned on her that perhaps Terry wasn't just faking, or that he wasn't playing a game. This was real. He really did want to be a girl now.

"Terry? A very short time ago, you were just pretending to be a girl. Why are you so adamant about being one now?"

"Perhaps it's the hormones I've been taking, but I think it because I like it a lot better than being a guy. Everything is better being a girl. The way girls act. The way we dress. The way we get to be pretty. I can't explain it. I just woke up one day and realized that this was *me*. This was what I wanted. And this is what I am."

Darcia blushed as she put her skirt back on. She had made a fool of herself. She turned to go.

"No, Darcia, don't leave. I understand what it is you're trying to do. I just hope you can understand me, and what I'm going through. This will be difficult for me, making the transition to womanhood. I'll need all the love and support I can get. As I said before, you're like a sister to me. I don't ever want to lose your friendship."

Darcia had one last thing to try.

"What about dating guys?" she said. "What would you say if I lined up a double date for us?"

"I think it would be very healthy for you, emotionally to get over me and start seeing other guys" replied Terry.

"But what about you?"

"I don't think it would be fair to a guy to start dating me. What if he liked me, and wanted to make love? I wouldn't be able to give him that until I've had my operation. I've thought about it, believe me. Most of the girls in my dorm have boyfriends, and they see them on the weekends. I'd love to have one myself, but I just don't think I should until I'm complete. I hate myself for not having the right plumbing between my legs. Until they correct my problem...."

"You think of it as a problem?" said Darcia.

"Yes. I am female. My body just doesn't match my self-image. But don't worry. They'll fix all that. Soon, I'll be a woman too. Just like you."

"You really want to be a woman."

"Yes. I hope that someday I can get married, and adopt children. I'll never be able to get pregnant, but I want to have a family. If I have a daughter, I want to name her after you."

Darcia came over and gave her a big hug. They both cried as they held each other. For the first time, it was not as two people in love, but as two sisters.

The minivan waited outside the tall office building with the reflective silver glass. At long last, the woman emerged from the building wearing the blue pinstriped business suit (including a knee-length skirt and moderate heels). Her long hair flew in the strong breeze. Her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight. When her eyes saw the minivan, her face lit up with a bright smile.

The van's doors flew open, and two children ran out to greet her.

"Mommy! Mommy!" they yelled.

She bent down to give them a hug as they approached her.

"Darcia, look at your pretty hair today. And Alice, you skinned your knee!"

"I'm okay mommy" she replied. "We were rollerskating, and I fell."

The woman looked up to see the tall handsome man.

"Okay girls, let us get back in the car so we can take your mommy out to dinner."

"Oh Jeff, I was going to cook that roast tonight," she said.

"Baby, today is our 3-and-a-half year wedding anniversary. We're going out to dinner."

"Yeah!" said the girls.

"I want hamburgers."

"You always want hamburgers. I want pizza!"

"You always want pizza."

"Girls, your mother will decide where we eat tonight," said Jeff, with a fake seriousness to his voice.

"Awww," they said in unison.

They got into the van, with Jeff driving, Terri in the passenger seat, and her two girls in the back. She put on the Spongebob DVD to entertain them, while she talked to Jeff about her day at the office. It wasn't easy being in upper management, but she enjoyed the challenge.

Her business degree had opened doors for her that nobody in her family ever had open before. She had succeeded beyond her dreams and was very content with her job and her family. When she was promoted, her bonus was large enough that she bought her mother a nice condo in Florida to retire. She liked paying her mother back for all the things she had done for her through the years.

Jeff held her hand as he pulled out from the curb. Terri closed her eyes and smiled. Now, she had everything she had ever dreamed of.