by Koalas
Him-Lady and She-Males
Chapter 1 The Accident.
Thanks to cewesson for helping to edit this chapter.
Any mistakes are still my own!
Koalas
I hurt. It was nothing but pain in my groin. I looked up and saw the ceiling tiles. I must be in a hospital. I moved and groaned.
I saw my mother come over to me.
“Hello, dear. I am so happy to see you again.” She had tears in her eyes. I could tell now that I must have been here for a while.
“What happened?” I said.
“You had an accident dear. You were hit by a truck while on your motorcycle. You have been out for three days now. I thought that you would never come out of your coma.”
She started to cry. Mom never cried. It must have been some accident.
“Why do I hurt so much?”
“I’m sorry dear, but you were badly hurt. You almost died. Your dad and I had the doctor do some things just to keep you alive. You broke so many bones and other things. You just rest, dear; the surgeons will want to see you now that you are awake.”
I heard her but I could only think of the pain in my dick. “Mom, I hurt.”
My mom’s actions were almost instantaneous. She moved and pressed the call button. “I will get the nurse in here to increase the pain medication for you dear. The doctor said that you can have as much as you need to for the next week to help with the pain.”
The next week, but I had to play football next week. I was the quarterback. The team depended on me. “But what about the game I was in this Friday?” I asked.
“I am afraid that you won’t be playing anymore football anymore, dear” she said. “Your injuries were just too great, dear.”
“What happened to me?” I asked.
“You lost your penis and other things dear.” She said.
I fainted.
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I woke up in pain. I could see the ceiling tiles above me. I groaned in pain. But the pain was a lot less. I saw my mom in a chair next to my bed asleep. On my chest was a big button. It didn’t take me long to press it.
About two minutes later a nurse came in.
“Yes dear, what do you need.” The nurse said.
“Could you give me some more drugs for the pain? It still hurts a lot but not as much as last time. So a little more would make it enough so that I can stand it, please?” I begged.
“The doctor said that you are going to hurt for a couple more days. So I’m going to give you just a little more. If that isn’t enough, you ring me again and we will keep giving you more. But you have to know that you are going to hurt for a while.”
“Thanks. How long have I been out?” I Asked.
“You’ve been here for about a week now.” She said.
“Did I really lose my dick?” I asked. I just had to know.
“Who told you that, dear?” she asked while she was changing the drip on the IV.
“My mom said it when I woke last time. So what happened to me?” I asked.
“Well, don’t you think that your mom or a doctor should tell you what happened?” She said.
“I know that you are right, but I just need to know.”
“I’m not supposed to tell patients things like that, but yes you had a lot of surgery down there. You almost died. I know that there was nothing left, so they couldn’t save it. You were in surgery for almost 14 hours. You need to talk to your mom about what happened. Let me wake her up for you. She’s hasn’t left your side for almost a week now. I am sure that she wants to talk to you.” She moved around to mom and touched her on the arm.
Mom moved with a jerk and opened her eyes at once. She glanced at the nurse and then looked at me. A smile was on her face at once.
“Good morning, dear. How do you feel?” she said.
I know that she didn’t want the real answer. Mom was always so polite.
“I am hurting a lot still, mom, but the nurse just turned up the pain drugs so I don’t think its going to hurt so much in a couple of minutes. The nurse woke you because she couldn’t tell me what happened to me.” I looked at her hoping what she said was not what I already imagined.
“You had an accident, dear. A truck ran a stop light and you hit it.” Mom said.
“What happened to my motorcycle?” I had to ask. I spent all last summer working to earn the money to pay for that cycle. It was my pride and joy.
“The insurance company said that the bike is totaled. You father has been talking to them all week. The truck’s insurance is going to pay for a replacement bike, dear. They also said that they are going to pay for all of your hospital bills. The truck driver was found to be drunk on the job. We are lucky that for that at least. The hospital bill so far is in the tens of thousands. You were in really bad shape. Your father thinks that the only reason that you survived was because you were in such great shape from playing football. Don’t be concerned about your motorcycle. You need to be concerned about getting well now. The doctor said that it’s going to be a month before the cast comes off your legs and longer just to walk and then run again. So all you need to do is just think about getting well.”
I could tell that she was nervous and very worried about me. Mom was like that. She was always concerned about people that needed help, help for food, or clothes, or anything else they might be in need of.
“The nurse said that she couldn’t tell me what was wrong or what happened. I don’t remember any thing from that day. I just remember getting up to go to school and even that is fuzzy.”
“Well, according to the police reports, a truck ran a stop sign across the street that you were on and you hit it from the side. That must have been what broke your left leg and arm. The police report said you must have flown about twenty feet and hit a metal post that was standing up. It went through you from the bottom up. There was nothing left down there for the doctors to fix. They had to remove your penis and testicles. Then your father and I with the doctors decided that the only thing that could be done was to make you look and work like a girl down there. I’m so sorry, son, but it was the only thing that could be done.” She was almost in tears.
She didn’t tell me that she and Dad had decided not to make me a sexless eunuch male. But mom held out to do only a partial sex change operation, and she always gets her way. The doctor wanted to go all of the way but mom wanted to only do the least necessary until I got use to it, and then finish it later. After all breasts could be added anytime. And at 17 and on the football team I was already too large to ever look like a real dainty and demure girl.
I knew that mom would always do the best for me. I sometimes didn’t like it, but I knew that mom did love me and looked out for me.
“Is it permanent?” I had to ask.
“Yes dear, it is. You might be able to get a false one made, but it would never function right. It would just be a false piece of meat there with no feeling and no function to it.”
I had wanted to know if I would ever be able to wank off again. But I was not going to ask anyone that question. So I asked next question that came to mind.
“What’s going to happen now?”
“You are going to spend time in the hospital for now. Then you are scheduled for some special training for a couple of months while you adjust. Then you are going back to go back and finish high school to get your diploma. Playing football in college is not an option anymore for you. Lots of football players get hurt and are not able to play anymore. You are one of them that got hurt and can’t play anymore. I’m really sorry I know how much that you love to play, but you are going to have to find something else now.”
I felt that there was something that she was afraid to tell me. It was like she was skirting an issue. I knew that no matter what this thing was that she wasn’t telling me, I would never get it out of her no matter what. But it was important and uppermost in her mind.
It was time to change the subject because I was not going to get anywhere now.
“What is this special training that I’m going to have to have?” I said.
“We’ll discuss that with the doctor today when he makes his rounds.” She said.
“But what is it that I have to strengthen that take two months of special training?” I asked.
“Not now, dear.”
I could see the tears well up in her eyes again. I think that I found what the issue was, it was about the special training, and something broke and they were not telling me about.
“What broke that you are not telling me about?” I had to ask. I was never one for keeping my mouth shut when I should.
“It’s nothing that is broke, dear. The doctors think that all of your bones are pinned together and are healing nicely and that you will be walking as soon as the cast come off. You are even scheduled to start therapy to strengthen your legs in two days now. The doctors are feeling great about the way you were coming along. The only problem was that you were in a coma for a couple of days. But then you came out of it, and they have just kept you drugged and asleep to avoid most of the pain. But the doctors said that you are coming around better than they expected after so bad an injury.” She was smiling.
That worried me more. “If nothing is broke then why do I need all of the special training? I’m good at getting in shape. After all you and dad gave me the garage for a work out room with all of the physical fitness equipment that I could want.”
“Your dad has stored all of that equipment in a Public Storage garage so that you wouldn’t be tempted to hurt yourself by overdoing it now. We know how good you are at training, and how easy it would be, for you to hurt yourself working out to soon. You are going to have to make some changes now dear. You are going to have to learn that you can’t do things that you use to do for a long while.”
“But mom, the coach has taught us a lot about how to build up your muscles. And the training schedules to get stronger after an injury on the field. I know that I can do it.” I said.
“That is exactly it, dear. You cannot build up your muscle again. Your condition means that you can never build up your muscles again. You are going to have to learn to how to make your muscles flex and bend. You are going to have to take acrobatics, and worry about how much you can flex, bend and be graceful, dear, not how much strength you can build up.”
I was getting tired but I knew that I had to find out what the special training was about.
“But then what is the special training for it’s not to build up muscles?”
“It’s to teach you how to be a girl,” She said with some finality.
“But I’m not a girl, mom”
“You are now. The operation made you one. And that is what the special training is about. It’s how to act like a girl. You have been a boy for 17 years. But you are not a boy any more. The operation has changed you into a girl. Now you have to have special training to learn to be a girl. You have to learn in two months what a girl learns in 17 years. It’s not your fault. But you have to learn to accept it. You have lost your dick; just think of yourself going into the locker room at school and stripping for a shower with the pussy you’ve got now. They guys would call you a faggot and beat you up. We have to protect you from that now.”
I had never heard mom speak with language like that. And she was getting mad. To say the least she shocked me.
“But mom, I’m a guy. The other guys will understand that I had an accident.” I said
“No they won’t dear. We have been warned about it. They will beat you to a pulp or even kill you in some alley. The difference between man and woman is a defined line. You have crossed that line. You are a woman now to everyone else. Like it or not you are stuck with it. So the special training is to get you to accept it and live with it. It’s going to be harder than any training for football than you’ve ever done. Football is only played for a little while. But you will have to play at being a girl every hour, every day of the week. We have spent hours and hours with the psychiatrist to learn what has to be done for you.”
I just looked at mom. She had to be crazy. There was no way that I was a girl. I was the quarterback for the football team. I wasn’t the most muscle-bound guy because I needed to be quick. But there was no way I would ever look like a girl.
“Mom, I’m a boy. I know that I have had an operation because of the accident but that doesn’t change who I am.” I said.
“Yes, we know that, dear, and we are all going to have to work on it. Me, your father, and you are all going to have to work on it. No one likes this dear, but we are all going to have to work at it.”
“But I’m not a girl, mom.” I was not going to be made into a girl simply because of an operation from an accident.
“Yes dear, we know how you feel. But people are born either a boy or a girl. In your case you have been reborn into a girl. We all know that you don’t like it and are going to hate it. But you don’t have any choice in the matter; no one can change what’s happened. After the bandages come off and you look at what it is between your legs, what will you see? Will you see a boy or will you see a girl. If you see a boy between your legs then you are a boy, but the things that make a boy a boy are not there anymore. You have girl things down there now, that makes you a girl. I think that you need to think about it for a while. We know that you are going to have a hard time with the change. We have taught you for 17 years that you are a strong boy and now we are all going to be faced with the reality that you are now a girl. You can act like a boy, but that’s not what is best for you according to the psychiatrist. So special training has been arranged to help you accept that you are a girl now and to teach you the things that girls have already learned and you need to learn.” She finished while looking at me.
“But mom, I’m a boy.” I said.
“Yes dear, we know you think that, but you need to think about what the operation did to you. We didn’t have an option, and you don’t either now. It was either change you, or let you die. And we love you too much to let you die. Dying was not an option now, nor is it in the future. Dear, look at me. We have been told that you might try to commit suicide in the future. No one wants that for you. We have done everything that we can to keep you alive. Your father and I and a lot of other people are going to be around just to help you adjust. We know that you are tough. But how tough are you? Are you tough enough to see this through? Playing football was easy compared to what’s going to happen in the future. Football was only physical; this is going to be mental. It’s going to rip you apart again and again. Are you tough enough to take it and give more just like in football? Can you do it? Look at me. I want your word that you are going to survive. I want your word that this operation is only a set back to yourself. I want your word that you will overcome it just like you would any football accident. Can you give me your word that you are tough enough to succeed at this?”
“Yes mom, I’m tough enough to succeed.” I said.
“No, I want a yes mom I will survive and I will succeed at this and anything else I try,” Mom said.
I said, “Yes mom, I will survive and I will succeed at this and anything else I try.”
“Do you mean it, dear?”
“I don’t feel like it right now, Mom.” I said.
“Yes dear, that is the point. You are not going to feel like it a lot for a while. But everyone knows that and everyone knows that you are able to. It’s OK to not feel like it, but it’s not OK to fail. We have been talking to the psychiatrist for the past week. We know that it is going to be a hard journey. And especially for you because we have for 17 years been making you into a man’s man. And now very quickly we are going to have to make you into a girl against everything that you know to be right. But I know my child, and I know that my child can do it because we have taught you to be tough. But now you have to be tough of mind, and not of body. Do you understand me, dear?”
“Yes mom, I understand you. I don’t like it, but I understand you.” I said. The wonderful thing about mom was that she had always wanted to know my feelings about things. We both understood that we can agree to disagree as she always put it.
“OK The first thing is that you are no longer Alvin, you are a girl and there are no girls named Alvin. So your father and I have decided to name you Alice. It’s close to your name but Alice can not be considered a boy’s name and you are a girl now whether you or we like it.”
“I don’t want to change my name,” I said.
“Yes dear, nobody wants to have to make you change your name. But the truth is that you will be a girl now, and you need a girl’s name, do you know any girls named Alvin? If you do, we will leave you with the name Alvin.” She paused while I was thinking, “I thought not. So the psychiatrist said that the first thing that you have to do is change your name. Alice was the name that we were going to call you if you were born a girl. Well you are now reborn 17 years late so now your name is Alice. Welcome to your new world, Alice.”
We then talked about all of the changes that she and Dad had been making . . . for my own good of course. She wanted me to know things that were being done and why.
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No one saw the doctor come in while we were in a, shall we say, heated discussion about the things that had to be done. None of which I wanted and all of which my mom said had to be done.
Painting my room pink and getting rid of all of my male clothes and stuff was under discussion. I had agreed to paint my room pink in exchange for keeping some male cloths and starting to wear some female pants and shirts when she told me to. Not that I had any say in the matter, as she pointed out she could just have nothing but dresses when I got home. So I was happy with the slight consideration of my mom and not doing the complete immersion as was suggested by the psychiatrist. At least for a while as she laid it on the line that my old boy clothes would be going at some point in the future no matter what I said.
The doctor wanted to look under the bandages. I wanted to look also so the doctor had me call for a nurse. When the nurse got there he sent her out for a mirror so that I could see.
“What you are going to see is a lot of swelling. Everything is going to be black and blue. It’s like looking at any wound before it heals. So don’t expect it to look pretty. But I think that seeing that we had to remove your penis will help you accept your operation. I know you don’t like the results, but keeping the penis was not an option. There was not enough to even build a ½ inch one. So we took the nerve endings and tucked them inside you.”
“Please don’t go out and have sex next week, but one of these days you will be able to. And you will be able to feel good physically about it. Now you can hear the bad news. We had to rearrange your plumbing down there. You are also going to have to keep this new opening you have open by sticking something inside yourself a couple of times a day. It is going to be painful for a couple of weeks or more. But after then it will start to feel better. After a few months you should be able to even climax from it. But I cannot guarantee it. When you came in we were more worried about keeping you alive as your mom told you. The part of the operation to change your plumbing was more of a cosmetic nicety after we knew that you would live, more than anything else. I know that you will be seeing the psychiatrist for a long time. Listen and learn her. There have only been a few cases where boys were changed into girls against their will because of an accident. And those people have had a hard time of it. You mother has been fighting for you to be made aware of what is going to happen to you, usually, your not being told what they are until they are forced upon you. So listen to your mother she knows you better than anyone else except the psychiatrist that is here to help you adjust. “
“You are progressing better than we had hoped. Your physical conditioning for football might be what saved your life. My only advice is give up riding a motorcycle, it’s been bad for your health. I’ll see you every day as I switch the bandages until we can keep them off.”
It had looked like I had been through a meat grinder. There was hundreds and hundreds of stitches down there. And it was black and blue from almost my knee to the middle of my belly. I had never looked at a real girl’s pussy, so I had no idea if that was what one looked like or not.
After the doctor left I thought about what he said.
“Mom, the doctor said that this has happened before. Do you think that there is a support group of the people this has happened to?”
“Well, we can ask the psychiatrist when you meet her.”
“Mom, how often do boys get changed into girls?”
“I have been told a lot more than people realize. A big problem is that most boys who want to change into girls can’t afford it so they get changes made that are visual in nature first. This operation that you just had is too costly for many of them to get. When you get home you will have a lot of time on your hands, so you can go onto the Internet and find out your answers. In fact that would be a good idea. You will find that most of them are not exactly beauty queens I bet, but it might give you a support group that you want. I don’t think that you will find anyone that has had this operation that didn’t want it. It’s rare to have to have it done. They would hide because it would be too embarrassing for them.”
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I started daily physical therapy in two days like my mom had said. The first time I stood to walk I passed out. Physical therapy was painful but I felt like I was getting somewhere. By the end of the week I could walk with crutches. One of the crutches had a platform to be strapped to my broken arm. The best I could do was a slow hobble. I was always grateful when I got back to the room afterward.
Then the day came when I was finally able to go home.
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The doctor had come in very early that day to take off the bandages for the last time. He warned me that the stitches would stay in for weeks still. He also said that I would have scars on my belly for the rest of my life.
My mother finally came in with my cloths. It was girl’s skirt and a blouse. I knew that I didn’t have a choice as to what I was going to wear for a while. The psychiatrist had made it clear that she wanted me to be only wearing skirts for the next couple of years until I became acclimated to being a girl. And rebellion would only cause the skirts and dresses to get shorter with more lace and be more feminine. So I was glad that my mom allowed me a long baggy skirt that looked like pants to just cover the casts that were still on my legs. And even if the blouse buttoned up the wrong side it was still white and not pink. But mom had assured me that she did have some very lovely pink blouses if I didn’t behave to go with some mini skirts that she had in the bag. I didn’t know if she meant it or not, with the smile on her face.
I had to take the wheelchair ride out to the car. I never understood why you had to ride in the wheelchair if you were able to walk or in my case hobble on your own. It seemed to me that if you needed a wheelchair then you should be going into the hospital, not out of it. Getting into the car was another matter. I had to sit first and then slide in till I could get my legs in. I was not limber enough to get in like I use to, and mom said that from now on I would have to get in butt first, and then slide in my legs. It was one of the new female rules that she had started for me. The first one was that I had to sit on the toilet. As if I now had any other way of doing it anymore. Standing up with my new plumbing would not be any fun cleaning up the mess afterwards. Unless I was sitting on top of the urinal lip and hugging it so close that my pee that I could control the direction of, most times, to go forward would be caught going while going down my legs. Not that I’m sure that it still wouldn’t go all over the place as it ran all over my legs getting out. So this was just another rule to add to the books. I should have been numbering them. There had been so many of them that I lost count. But mom hadn’t, she was constantly catching me with an “I told you that you have to . . . like a lady does it”
Chapter 2 A Night out with the other girls.
When we got home dad and mom were all smiles. It was like they had something up their sleeves that they were going to enjoy, which meant that I was going to not like it. Dad opened my door and helped me out with the comment of “Well you had better get use to gentlemen opening the doors for you.” I struggled into the living room and was already tired.
Mom said “Come on down to your new room Alice.” I would never get use to that name.
So I followed her as best I could while still in two-leg cast and one arm cast banging against the hall way here and there. Mom was waiting by my bedroom door with her hand on the doorknob. She was obviously waiting for me to get there to open it for some big surprise. And a surprise it was. It was a pink-pink bedroom. The walls and everything in it was pink or white with pink trimming. My single bed had been replaced with a double four-poster bed with a pink frilly thing on top. It had lace streaming down from everywhere it seemed. Both white and pink lace it seemed. I knew that mom was waiting for a big “I love it” from her new daughter. So I said, “I like it” as it was the best response I could do.
Then I couldn’t avoid it. I asked her as I was going in “OK, now where’s my bed room at?”
“This is your bed room now Alice. It’s just like the doctor ordered. Your dad and I made this room for the new daughter that is in you. You might not like it today but it was meant to grow on you and help you become accustom to the new person that you have to become now.”
Mom never missed a beat. I guess that mom was like all moms everywhere. They always secretly wanted a daughter and mom had the one in a million chances to have one now.
Thinking of the most boyish thing I could I asked “OK mom, but where do I put my latest pin up posters of the bikini clad girls now?”
“Well if you really want them I guess that we can get you a couple of micro bikinis and then blow up your pictures and paste them up around the room Alice. It might be a good idea, and then I will be assured that my daughter will not be having any boys up to her room. Of course you might be careful of who you invite to a sleep over because it might seem that you are a little self-centered and stuck up dear.”
Mom had that way about her.
“But mom didn’t you always want a beauty queen for a daughter?” I asked back.
“Yes Alice, but not a slut, or a daughter that would not wait until marriage to lose her virginity. So why don’t you just think about being a shy girl, and not running off to the woods with every boy that smiles at you.”
“But ma, you gave me the equipment for it now, didn’t you expect your new daughter to use it to sleep my way up in the world?” I teased back to her as we had been doing for the last week.
“But Alice, a girl that gives it out, has to give it out all of the time, but a girl that only gives it to that one special man that’s going to take care of her for the rest of her life will never marry a one night stand. One nightstands are for one night, that’s why they call them one-night stands. You’re just going to have to be a good girl and wait until that night in shinning armor sweeps you off of your feet and takes you away to his castle.”
“Yea, I’ve heard about those guys, they always are looking for a girl to clean the kitchen, make the beds, wash the windows, vacuum the house, clean out the fireplace, chop the wood, cook breakfast lunch, and dinner and clean up the dishes” I said back
“You forgot changing the diapers, washing the cloths, mending the socks, paying $300 dollars worth of house bills on $200 a month that your loving husband gives you while he is at the local bar getting drunk. And then at the same time he’s doing all of that and more you always have to look sweet, demure and sexy, ignoring his affairs while he would kill you if you looked at another man. And Oh did I mention at the same time being pregnant nine months at a time, having a dozen children for him so that he can ignore them and run off with the secretary then making sure the kids all go to school, taking the boys to their football games and the girls to ballet lessons and a hundred other activities, Then in your spare time between midnight and 4 in the morning you have time to keep peace between them while they are all trying to kill each other. Make the boys clean their rooms, and keep the girls from being boy crazy and always on the phone.” She said while smiling back at me.
“Well being your new daughter you could avoid the last by just getting me my own phone, after all you know how much girls love to talk and talk for hours on end about nothing like this.” I said.
I had been going around the room. I noticed all of the girly things that my mom must have loved shopping for and buying. A lot of the things were still in the packages. I now had a Barbie doll. It must be something that every girl wants. I had a dozen dolls and magazines for girls. I had a full-length mirror. I looked in it.
I still looked like myself except in girl’s cloths and cast on my legs. I figured that mom; dad and the psychiatrist had already made plans for me getting breast at some time in the future. And I guess that they were planning a lot of other things that they weren’t going to tell me till it was time. I had figured that out from the sessions with the psychiatrist at the hospital last week. She was very good at changing the subject and directing the conversations to where she wanted, especially anytime I had asked about what was going to happen next in the physical appearance department or future medical operations planned for me. I was a football player, but I was not a stupid lineman that just had muscle and no brains.
Quarterbacks had to think, failing to think and you never complete the play. I needed to start thinking of this like a complex football game. Everyone was against me and what I wanted. Most of them had to, it was their job like the psychiatrist. I knew that they didn’t think that they had any options left before then did this to me. The psychiatrist had once brought in some of the X-rays and showed me. I was a mess then. She once described my injures to me, they were worse than a couple of broken bones. It was now time to learn about this new game. I didn’t know if I had to play along with them, or if I could learn to play my own game. But I couldn’t do anything until I learned more of the rules of this game that we were playing under now.
“Mom where is my computer? I don’t see it.” I asked mom.
“Well it didn’t fit in with your decor so your father took it down to his office and put it in the closet, why dear?”
“Since I can’t do much I was wanting to look at on the Internet and see if there were support groups like we talked about earlier. And I figured that the best, first place to look was on the Internet. You said that there were boys who choice to change to girls. I want to get in touch with them and see if they have a group going on around here. That should be OK shouldn’t it?”
“I don’t know dear, we should probably ask you’re psychiatrist if that’s a good idea right now don’t you think?” She said.
“But mom, I can read a lot on the Internet all day long, while I would only see the psychiatrist a couple of hours a week.”
“OK we are going to have to get you’re dad to set it up again. I don’t want you bending much. You could hurt yourself internally still. So if you promise that you will sit in an easy chair and work on the computer I am sure that it would be OK. So let me go down and talk to your dad about it while you take a nap.”
Mom was gone, so I laid back in the bed and rested. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew mom was back in the room with me. “You’re dad will have the computer set up in front of his easy chair in about an hour. Then you can sit and relax while you surf the Internet as much as you want. Just remember to not forget to do that thing that the doctor wants you to do with the dildo.”
“That’s disgusting mom. Do I have to do it?”
“Yes, if you don’t do it will have all kinds of other problems Alice.”
Twenty minutes later dad came into my room and told running and me that the computer was set up. He had checked it out online already. So all I had to do was go and sit down in the easy chair. He wanted to help me down into the chair for the first time to make sure that I wasn’t going to pull any stitches out.
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Thirty minutes later I had found out a lot. Boys who thought they were girls and were in the process of changing genders were called She-Males or Lady Boys. Did that make me a Him Lady, someone who thought I was a boy in a girl’s body? Well not really a girls body but almost. She males had the appearance of being a girl, but still had their penis’s, where as I looked like a boy, thought that I was a boy and had lost my penis. I had the girl part. But girls don’t get penises when they change to be boys. It comes close, but it’s nowhere near the same from what I had read.
I spent the next four weeks until my cast came off reading on the Internet. I found www.fictionmania.tv and just couldn’t stop reading. I knew that the stories were mostly fiction but they had a built in truth to them. They told of the heartache that I was going through in a lot of the stories. And I learned about She-Males, transgender, and transvestite.
She Males were guys that wanted to be girls and looked like girls except for what you couldn’t see under their skirts, and I wanted to be a guy and looked like a guy except for what you couldn’t see under my skirts (or pants if I could talk my mom into it) and opposites attract maybe I should meet some She Males to see if it would happen. Then we would both have the right equipment to do what it is that people do.
I spent the two hours finding out where they meet. There were only two places around me that I thought they might meet at. They were both gay bars. I didn’t find that surprising.
At 17 I was under age for a bar. So if I wanted to go I would have to get my mom or dad to go with me and talk someone into letting me in, being underage. I had never been to a bar before, but there was not time like the present to find out what it was like.
“Mom I want to go to a bar that I’ve found out about on the Internet.” I said.
“But you are too young to drink or go to a bar dear. It’s not the kind of place that I want you going.” Mom replied as I had expected her to.
“Mom this is a special bar. It’s where some people who have had sexual reassignment surgery done to them most likely are. I want to talk to others that have had it done.”
“Can’t you find another place dear? It can’t be the only place.”
“There might be other places but this is the only place that I’ve found. So I want to go and talk to them, because they would be the best ones to know about another place where younger kids my age could be found if there are any.”
After about three hours of talking to mom, and then dad, they finally agreed that it might be something that I needed to do.
Wednesday I started to get ready. I was going to wear me some guy cloths. I got me a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I couldn’t have looked more male except for how well the jeans fit in my crotch. I was tempted to put a sock down there like I had seen the governor do in ‘The Best Little Whore House in Texas’ movie but decided that was not what I wanted to say. I wanted them to know that I had SRS down there already.
My mom had called the bar and explained my accident and that I needed to talk to some of the ladies that were pre-op she-males. She told that I was a post-op and would be getting breast and female hormones when I was adjusted. I was near by as she explained it all and after about 15 minutes the manager said that if we came down early so that he could check us out then he would see about it, but he had to protect the clients at his bar also. I couldn’t wait till Friday.
Friday at 3:00 I was dressed and ready to go. Mom didn’t like that I was dressed, as a male but couldn’t talk me out of it. The bar was only 30 minutes north of us, but we still left at 4 o’clock because I was so excited to get there.
We arrived at the bar at about four forty-five. It looked better than any bar that I had ever imagined. It was not run down outside but was very clean looking. We started to go in but we were met at the front door by the largest man I had ever seen.
“I’m sorry the bar is closed,” he said after we had knocked and he opened the door.
“We are here for an appointment with the manager, please, he is expecting us.” Mom replied back.
He looked us over and said wait here and I’ll check with him. After about three minutes he came back and said “come on in and sit in that booth over there, He’ll be right with you.”
We went to the booth and sat down in silence. It must have been about 15 minutes before a very well dressed gentleman came over and looked at us.
“At first when I heard your call I couldn’t believe that something like that could happen to someone. It’s almost the first time I have met anyone in fact. I must be a very rare occurrence. But then no one can keep track of the millions of operations and their reasons yearly now days anyway. But I see here a nice young kid would you mind if I ask for some proof before we go any father? I still need to protect the people that come here.”
Mom started “We didn’t bring any….”
I interrupted her “If we could find a place to let me drop my pants I think that the visual proof would be enough wouldn’t it?”
“Are you willing to do that kid?” he asked.
“I figured that I was going to have to prove myself tonight at some time or a couple of times to people to get them to believe me.
“OK I’ll believe you for now, but later I do want you to show me the proof if you don’t mind.”
“I not only don’t mind, but I am glad that you are asking it. It means that you are going to protect me also then. I feel better about it the more I think about it.” I replied.
“Thank you. Then for now what can I do and how do you want me to help you.” He said.
“It is easy; I want to talk to some She-Males, those that are in the process of converting to being girls. I think that it would do me good to see how others are handling it and how they are handling it. Although they are all willing and wanting to change and I’m not it is the way that everyone wants me to go. I know that I can never be a male again but I do not want to be turned into a girl either. I wish to make friends with them in the long run.” I said but was really thinking that I might want to make one of them my girlfriend if one of them had changed their minds and didn’t want to finish it, because I read that some didn’t want to lose all of their male parts, just live like a girl. They had names for them, but I always was confusing them, they all still sounded alike to me.
“OK let’s go to my office and let me see the proof. If you are as you say you are then I’ll talk to one or more of them as they come in and see if they want to talk with you for a while.
My heart just about exploded with that news.
“Let’s go.”
As I was getting up, so did mom. “You don’t have to come with me mom.” I said.
It was the manager that said. “You mother should come. It’s always safer for a female to never be in a room alone with a male. That’s one of the many things that you’re going to have to learn real quick.”
We didn’t go into his office but into a back room that was very close. He closed the door and stood against it so that it could not open. I faced him then unbuttoned, unzipped and dropped my pants then slid my panties down to my ankles. He looked at my man made pussy and then back up to my eyes.
“When the kitchen open’s I’m going to have them send you dinner tonight on me. You just sit at your booth and wait till me or one of the girls comes and talks to you.” And with that he opened the door and was gone.
I was ashamed but I knew that this was going to have to happen. I just wondered how many more times I would have to show my new pussy and confirm that I was not longer male.
I looked at mom and she seemed to understand my embarrassment from her look. After I had my pant back on and was ready to go she came over and gave me a hug.
“I don’t like you having to show yourself like a common slut to a man like that Alice.”
I cringed at the Alice part; I don’t think I would ever get use to it. I was hoping that it would get easier sometime in the future.
Mom and I left the room and went back to the booth to wait. A minute after we sat down a person came with water for us.
The waitress said, “Good evening my name is Susan. The manager said that you were to be supplied with free drinks all night, but the kid was to not have any liquor. So what is it that I can get the two of you?”
Mom said “I’d like a coke if that would be alright since I’m driving”
“Can I have a coke also?”
Mom smiled and said, “I think that we both should make that a diet coke.”
Susan said, “I’m sure that diet cokes would be fine. I’ll get them right away. And I hope that you have a good evening since I’m told that you will be here all night.”
I realized that Susan was smiling, not because she likes us, but because it was her job to smile. She was more likely upset that she would not be getting the tips from people coming and going at this table. Susan probably made more in tips than what she was paid to be a waitress.
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After the waitress left mom said. “Did you know that the waitress use to be male?”
“No, Susan looks like a woman. How can you tell that she was not always a woman mom?”
“I won’t tell you right now Alice. But you can see that after you change all of the way people can’t tell unless they know what to look for. I am now glad that you came. I can see that you will be able to see that in this place there are a lot of people that have crossed the gender line. I am sure that you will see a lot of men dressed in women’s cloths to. Some might not look like pretty women. But you’ll be hard pressed to tell who is and who is not a real girl sometimes Alice. I didn’t mean to say it that way. What I meant was who was born physical a girl or a boy. The psychiatrist told me what to look for so I will tell you who has and has not been changed if I can. It will be an eye opener for you to try to guess Alice.”
“Mom can we change sides I think that that side would have a better view of the bar, and I have to be honest, I want to see more.”
“Sure Alice. I wasn’t even thinking. Lets change sides of the table so that you can see who comes in the door, and what they look like and are dressed like. Now you have to remember that this place will have a lot of people dressed really weird so don’t be shocked. And also watch what you say. Tonight think first and speak last.”
After switching side we talked about nothing for an hour. We watched people working to get ready for tonight’s customers. I watched Susan and could not tell that she used to be male. There was nothing about Susan that I could point to and say that is so male. She had so many things that said she was a woman. She was slim, blond, and had the curves of most of the girls that I knew in school. Her makeup was just like a girls. She had red polish on her fingernails, which were not really long, but longer than moms. I thought that her dress was very short, but she had beautiful legs.
She caught me watching her once and winked at me and smiled. There is no way that a guy would wink like that to another guy. It was weird if Susan was really a guy.
“Mom Susan just winked at me. She can’t have been a boy. How sure are you?”
“I could have made a mistake Alice. But I don’t think so. Do you see now that changing to a girl would mean that people can’t tell? After you finish the process of changing over to being a girl you will look like a girl. Only people that know what to look for will be able to tell that you are not. There have been wives that didn’t tell their husbands for six months after they were married that they us to be male. You have already done the hardest part, now you need to see the results of finishing the process Alice. Try to imagine yourself looking like Susan and doing what she’s doing.”
Mom continued to talk to me for another hour. She kept using Susan as an example of how a man could look, as a woman and no one know. She told me to study Susan and see if I could tell her why she knew that Susan was made into a woman and started as a man. Susan was very female as far as I could tell.
Susan came to out table and gave us menus. Then about 15 minutes later, she came back to the table with the standard waitress pad in her hand and asked what we wanted to eat. She suggested we get the house special for tonight which was pot roast. Mom suggested that we both get a small Caesar salad. Mom got her way again tonight of course. Susan reminded us that the manager had told her that the meal was on the house tonight so it was alright if we even had a steak dinner.
But mom said, “The manager is already doing more than enough for us. Alice and I have to start watching our weight again.”
The waitress did a double take and looked at me again. “Are you Alice tonight?”
“Don’t I look like an Alice I said?”
“No Hun, you look more like a Bill or Jack but you’re to well build for a girl while not wearing a dress.” Susan said. “Its what you feel in your heart that’s important, but people will always think of which sex you are by the way that you’re dressed mostly, wont they.”
“Will I can’t fool you that I’m a girl dressed like this then, can I” I said “My names really Alvin.”
Then I looked at mom and said, “I guess that I should have worn a dress mom.”
Mom said, “I guess that next time we come, you will have to so show Susan how you look in a nice little cocktail dress with high heels Alice.”
Susan said. “Sure thing Hun, next time come in a dress. There are a lot of cross dressers here and no one here thinks anything about it. But I would have to warn you to watch out, because some of the older men just might try to get a date with you, and of course pinch your bottom. That’s the one thing I hate about being a waitress is the black and blue ass I get. But the tips are worth the wearing short skirts, don’t you think.”
“That’s exactly why I’m here Susan, at least until Alice knows how to take care of herself as a girl around men. She doesn’t know that men only have one thing on their minds.”
“It’s not like I don’t have any experience knowing what guys are always thinking about mom,” I said. “They always think about Football all of the time, of course.” And then I gave a big smile to them both.
Both Susan and mom giggled on that joke.
“I’ll be right back with your Caesar salad’s girls.” Susan said as she slid her pad into her apron and left.
Mom and I spent another hour discussing the pros and cons of me out in public in a dress, or at least dressed in girls cloths. She said that she was going to have to get rid of all of my boy jeans and get me some that were girl jeans. The only difference was a better fit and that girl jeans had a little better style and design to them.
The salads came as we were still discussing it. Or rather as mom was still discussing it and I was trying to get a delay until I was shaped more like a girl. Which I had no doubt that mom was anxious to get me to.
I started to wonder if mom already had me on girl hormones in one or more of the pills that the doctor had proscribed for me to take.
During the meal the bar started to get a few people in. Most of them were guys standing or sitting at the bar. The bar was long enough to sit about 30 people. Most would sit at a table, while others would get a drink and then move to a table, and a couple stayed at the bar. Most of the customers were single men, and most of them were talking to each other. But there were a few male and female couples, and quite a few female couples. There were one or two single women that came in also. I noticed at one table in the middle of the room that started to have a group of women. They were all knockouts. They all were all very young and beautiful. It was apparent that they all knew each other and was having a fun time. They would get up and talk to some of the other people in the bar, but would always seem to come back to their own table. Whenever a man tried to sit at the table all of the girls would fuss at him until he left, either alone, or with one of the girls to go to the bar to drink. It became obvious that it was a girls’ only table.
The manager came over to our table.
“I have talked to the girls and have asked if you could join them for a little while and talk to them about your condition. I have told them about your condition and they agreed that they wouldn’t mind talking to you at all. So if you are ready I’ll introduce you.”
“Mom could you stay here for a while and let me do this on my own please.” I asked.
“I don’t like it but OK, but you come right back here and don’t leave the bar for any reason dear, OK” she demanded more than asked me.
“Yes mom I’ll stay at the table, and not leave the bar.” I said.
I got up and followed the manager. He went right to the table of the really beautifully women. My mouth must have dropped at some time while going over there because I noticed it open and closed it just as we got to the table.
“Ladies, I’d like you all to meet someone. I think that you need to have a nice long talk with this young person. Alice is going to go through a very tough time. You all know the problems that Alice is going to face and should be able to steer her in the right direction. Unlike all of you ladies, she doesn’t have an option in the matter, but was forced upon her. So if you wouldn’t mind sitting here Alice I’ll send Susan over with something for you to drink.”
He pulled out a chair and waited for me to sit down. Then just as if I was already a girl he scooted the chair in.
“Hello Alice, I’m Janice,” said the girl on my right. She was about five foot four inches and drop dead gorgeous. She had blond hair just past her shoulders. She had a dress that was very short, to show very nice black clad legs. Her face was what wet dreams are made from. And her voice was soft and melodious. I couldn’t believe that she was ever a he, which was just what I was looking for.
“Hello Janice I’m Alvin”
He looked at me.
“The manager said that you didn’t want to, but that you had to become a girl. You sure don’t look like a girl to me.”
“I’m not a girl; I think that I’m like a Him-Lady kind of person.” I said.
“What’s a Him-Lady, I’ve never heard of such a thing.” Janice said.
“Until a month ago I had never heard of what a she-male, a transgender, and wasn’t clear on what a transvestite was. But after reading about one I decided that I must be a Him-Lady. If a she-male is a boy that is trying to ignore what’s between his legs or look like a girl, then I’m a boy that has already lost it, but wants to look like a man.” I said.
“You mean that you don’t have any boy parts down there.” Janice said.
“That’s right. They had to cut them off after the accident, and then they did a SRS to replace it with a girl like thing down there.” I said.
“Are you telling me that you have a pussy” Janice said a little louder, and some of the other girls looked up at me.
I was red faced, but I knew that I would be for a while every time I admitted it.
“Yes” I simple said.
As Janice looked at me her eyes started to get a little bigger and her jaw opened up a little, just enough to show her perfect teeth.
“You’re shitting me.” She said. “I don’t believe you. That just doesn’t happen.”
“I came here willingly to show you if I need to.” I said. I had already made up my mind that I was going to have to do that more than once tonight.
“How are you going to do that?” Janice asked
“The manager used a room just inside that door. Lets you and I go there and then I’ll show you. But on the condition that if I do then afterwards you have to show me that you are really a she-male.”
“We don’t like to be called she-males Alvin. We are pre-op girls some like T-Girls. An not everyone want to get the final operation that you had. It’s the last operation that we get, not the first. You’ve kind of gone through this backwards. But I’ve got to see this one, let’s go see.”
Four of the girls stood up.
“Only one, I’ll show Janice and Janice can tell the everyone that it’s true so that everyone will know that it’s true. Then I we can talk some more please.”
The blond haired girl across the table said, “That’s not fair we should all get to see.”
“I agree it’s not fair, and I will probably end up showing everyone later. But right now I don’t know any of you and it’s embarrassing for me.” I knew that I was turning red with this. It was not easy to do what I knew I had to do to get to be a part of this click.
I turned to Janice and said “Let’s go Janice before I chicken out.”
I got up from the table, and pulled out Janice’s chair. I then made my way over toward my mom who was watching me. I noticed her and pointed to the back room. She nodded that she understood, but keep her eye on me, and Janice too I bet, measuring her up.
We went through the door and into the room. It was empty. So after Janice was in the room I closed the door and noticed that it locked. So I locked it and then turned to Janice. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants just like last time and let them drop. I was wearing girl’s panties and I saw Janice smile as she saw them. I pulled them down to my knees. She looked at my crouch and them back up to me.
“You were telling us the truth, weren’t you?”
“Yes, I’ve been going through hell for the last month. You could say that this has been a big blow to my male ego. Before this happened I was the Quarterback on the football team. And then to wake up and be half a girl was not easy.”
“Yea, but you woke up being the most important half. Most of the T-girls would die for being able to get that operation. We all have to live at least a year before the doctors will even consider doing SRS on us.”
“But you want to be girls really bad. I don’t. I still want to be a guy. I think you can see the problem. If I stay a boy, and go to the boys’ locker room at school, I will most likely get beat-up, mugged and raped, if not in the locker room, then shortly after school. I don’t look like I could go to the girls locker room at all now could I? The girls would most likely beat me up as I entered the door. So you can see my problem. It’s just the reverse of yours I bet. You can’t go to the guy’s locker room because you’d be beat up as a fag, and you can’t go into the girl’s locker room because of the boy bits still between your legs.”
I started to pull my panties back up and then my jeans.
“You know that in our group, every girl is going to want you to strip and show her. What you have is what most of are all wanting and can’t get. Usually we can’t afford it.” Janice said. “But there are some that want the best of both world that we can get.”
“Well I’m willing to show what I am when I have to, but I have to admit that I’m here under false pretences.”
“Oh, what are those?”
“Well I figured that I am half boy and half girl wanting to be a boy, and you are half girl and half boy wanting to be a girl. Normal boy and girls have the other half of the world to find friends in. But as I am now their are only a small number of people that I could relate to and be friends with. I’m not ready for a guy to screw me, but that might happen some day but not today, I’m not ready.” I said.
I continued before she could say anything. “So for now I wanted to get to know you girls. It might be a step in the right direction. I might get lucky and get laid by one of you, or rather as the guy; I might get to lay one of you ladies. The equipment would work the way I’m put together now. But the mental anguish would be less than the way my mom wants me to go. I might also learn to be a transgender, even if I don’t want to since I don’t have an option in the matter.”
“So that’s your mom out there that you waved to.” Janice said.
“Yes, she has been told to watch me like a hawk. They are afraid that I might commit suicide because if losing my dick and given a pussy. And to tell the truth I am a little afraid myself because this is hard to take thinking about being the quarterback, and then might having to go to a senior prom in a formal dress and be prom queen. And going with a guy, and getting screwed afterwards, instead of doing the screwing. This is making my world shake up more than a little you might say.”
“Yes you might say that Alvin. OK, let’s get back and I will tell them that you lost your penis and have a pussy now and see where it goes from there.”
“So does your mom always call you Alice?”
“Yes the psychiatrist was insistent that I only be called Alice. She is not too happy that I called myself Alvin tonight and dress like a guy in front of anyone.”
“What do you want to be called?” Janice asked.
“I want to be called Alvin,” I said.
“OK then Alvin, you’re now my date for the evening, I like guys and with your pants on, your all guy to me, fair enough for you?” Janice stated
“Janice how come you and the other girls are so beautiful, I mean you are better looking than any of the girls at school, yet you are a guys?”
“Alvin, I’m a girl, I was just born with the wrong sex. So don’t ever call me a guy again. Is that clear! You are going to have to learn about the type of girls that are at the table. They all either want to be girls, or want to just look like girls. Something will make them get very angry is calling them guys. So be careful what you say to them so that you don’t upset anyone. Just remember that we are girls.” Janice said, and I could see that she was getting mad.
“Janice I don’t want to make anyone angry. I just want to know that I’m talking to the right kind of person that I need right now. I mean the right kind of physical person. Weather you’re a girl or not I would kill to be your date. You’re so beautiful. Thanks for taking pity on me and doing this.”
“Alvin, it’s no pity. I like you. But I’m what they call bi-sexual. That means that I like both men and women. You are both. I like the both about you. I guess that this is going to make me the first tri-sexual person.” Janice teased.
“Now let’s go see your mother and see if I am an acceptable date for her daughter tonight.”
“But I’m her son, that’s the whole problem.”
“Well from now on you’re her daughter when you’re dating me in front of her. Cause I’ve got the dick in this relationship in front of her. Then after were out, then I’m the girl and you’re the boy and then everyone’s fine. Is that OK with you Alvin?”
“I guess so Janice. Let’s go see mom then.”
I unlocked the door and started out when she took my hand and followed me out. We went directly to moms table and she pushed me in across from mom and sat down on the outside then pulled my hand up on top of the table and laid it there with her hand still holding it.
“Hello, I’m Alice’s date tonight Mrs. Johnson, how are you.”
Mom looked at Janice and stared.
“Alice, what’s going on dear?” Mom said.
Before I could say anything, Janice said. “Well Alice just sweeps me off my feet, and so I decided to have a date with her tonight. Since I’m a lesbian tonight you don’t have trouble with that do you Mrs. Johnson? After all if we get together then our equipment would match. And it might just be what she needs, don’t you think so Mrs. Johnson?”
Before mom could continue, Janice kept rambling on. “Besides, it’s a girl only party tonight at our table, so I have decided to bring Alice over and talk to the rest of us girls, you know how it is with girls like us, and we would just never get enough of guys. And girls like Alice come along once in a million years. I am sure that you wouldn’t mind her partying with us and seeing how the other half lives now would you Mrs. Johnson.”
I saw Janice wink out of the corner of my eye. The corner of my eye that was mostly watching her anyway because she was still a sight to watch.
And without a breath Janice continued. “And besides I’ll bring her back here so that you can take her home with all of the lovely dreams of dresses, and makeup and stories of guys that we’re all going to talk about the rest of the evening. You don’t mind that I steal her away for the evening now do you Mrs. Johnson, Thanks you’re a worth a million.” She said as she was sliding out of the booth and pulling me behind her.
I followed her back mystified as to the astounding event that just occurred. I was still trying to understand what just happened.
“There Alvin, see no problem.” Janice said as she turned back to smile at me.
We walked back to her table and sat down.
The blond across the table said “Well Janice?”
Janice said “Alvin’s my date for the evening. Unless I take her to bed in which case I’ll call her Alice like her mom wants.”
The girl said, “That’s not what the question was and you know it Janice. You said that you’d tell us what you saw Janice.”
“A lady never show’s and tells girls and I mean girls, because we are all pussy’s around this table so to speak!” Janice said while looking around at each of the other 9 girls sitting there.
The girl third on my left sucked up her breath and looked wide-eyed at me.
“I’m sorry Denise, but Alvin’s my date for tonight. I promised Alice’s mother that I would return her when I’m finished for the evening.”
“Janice, your always doing this now come out with it, is it a she or a he?”
Janice looked at the girl that asked a question and said, “Can any of us be called a she or he? Well I will say that Alvin is the only true opposite sex for any of us, and I mean that in a purely physical sense.”
The girl on my left touched my shoulder and when I had turned to her she asked “Do you want to me a boy or a girl then?”
“I want to be a boy”
“I told you all hands off, Alvin’s mine, except when I take her to bed then it’s she’s mine.”
That got a laugh from all of the girls and me to.
The girls had lots of questions. I answered the ones about my accident and why I had to have the surgery. I even lifted my T-shirt and showed them the scare’s that were still visible above my jeans.
Janice said “Wait a minute girls, if you want to ask Alvin anymore questions your just going to have to buy him a drink. After all a man has his pride. He has to learn that he can’t just give it away. So from now on ten questions for every drink and that’s final. After all Alvin is my official date tonight you can even ask his mom, shes sitting over there in that booth.”
And Janice pointed to the booth where my mom was sitting and waved at her. Mom waved back and then some of the other girls waved at her also.
“So why don’t we invite Alvins mom over to have a drink with us.” Someone asked.
“Because Alvin’s mom thinks that we have Alice here talking to her. So I don’t want anyone to say other wise. Alvin’s mom calls Alvin Alice all of the time and the psychiatrist won’t allow Alvin’s parents to call Alvin by Alvin anymore. So if any of you talk to either of Alvin’s parents you have to remember that Alvin doesn’t exist anymore to his parent’s only Alice.”
And then there was another 15 minutes of happy discussion about what each of the girl’s parents call them when they found out that they wanted to be girls and not boys any more. They all went through the same thing of at some point in time they stopped answering to their old male name.
At some point we started to swap telephone numbers. Janice made another deal; no one could have my number unless they gave me theirs. I ended up with everyone’s number.
After about the fifth coke I had to go to the bathroom. As I rose Janice asked me where I was going.
I whispered to her “I have to go to the bathroom.”
She then started to rise and said so that everyone could hear her “Well you know when one girl goes to the bath room Alice it’s always an invitation for everyone to go. Girls never go to the bathroom alone . . . Alice. They might go to the wrong bathroom or something so why don’t I at least go with you to make sure that you make it to the right room . . . Alice.” She said while emphasizing the Alice a lot.
The girls started to rise quickly one at a time as it dawned on them that I was going to end up going to the woman’s bathroom. They each had a smile on their face. Then it dawned on me why Janice was pushing the sodas on me earlier.
“You’re not going to let me go to the boy’s room are you?” I had to ask.
“Of course not Alice, you’re going to have to go to the ladies room now.” Janice said a little louder.
I could see people at other table turning to look at me.
“I could get arrested for this you know,” I whispered to her.
“You couldn’t here Alice.” Janice said.
Then she leaned over close to my ear and said. “You’re the only one at this table that wont be arrested since you’re the only real pussy here remember?”
I laughed and we started toward the rest room with all of the others following close behind. It looked like a beauty convention with me in the lead of the contestants I thought.
When we were almost to the restrooms I tried to veer off to the gents but Janice wouldn’t have any of it. She almost jerked me back on path. At the door she stopped me and said over her shoulder “Someone had better make sure that no one is in there right now we don’t want to freak anyone out that might be in there. After all it looks like were going to take up the whole restroom for a couple of minutes ourselves anyway.” Someone slipped past us and opened the door. A few seconds later she reappeared and said, “empty” then we all marched in.
This was the forbidden room for guys. The first thing that I noticed was that it didn’t smell like I expected it to. Although it was a bar, it was clean and not a pigsty like the man’s bathroom would be. It did have a small urine smell, but was covered over with a sweet smell so that it didn’t seem so bad. But then what restroom in a bar wouldn’t have some smell to the restroom. It was of course missing the urinals, but did have a nice couch.
“OK Alice, now’s your time of truth. Pull down your pants and lets see the half woman that you are.” Janice said with a big smile on her face and her hands on her hips like a drill sergeant.
So I responded. “Are you then going to pull up your dress and show me the half man that you are in return?”
“That was the deal Alice. Anyone that wants to see you has to share and show themselves first.” Janice went to the closest stall and as she started to pull up her dress said. “Make sure no one comes in the door for a few minutes girls. Well Alice what are you waiting for?”
So I stepped in a stall to unbutton my jeans and let them drop, then I was pulling down my panties when she stepped in front of the stall and started to lift her skirt and pull down her nylons and panties.
“Alvin this means that you’ve got a harem of girls here and you’re the only guy that matches our normal sexual needs.”
“That thought had crossed my mind Janice,” I said.
The other girls were all trying to get a look. But Janice said. “Same deal to everyone that wants to see Alice has to show to her for a show and tell.”
After Janice stepped away and one of the brunettes stepped in and looked.
“It has to be a really good gaff,” She said.
I asked, “What’s a gaff”
Janice said “we wear one to keep our penises tucked up and out of the way between our legs Alice so that our cloths won’t show a bulge of what we really have down there.
A couple of the others also did the show and tell. But not all of them wanted to show themselves. Some of them just looked in to see me and left.
I sat down and almost immediately started to pee. It seemed to go on forever and ever. After I stopped I took the toilet paper and rubbed as the doctors had instructed.
Janice said, “You’re finished now so get up so that I can go.”
“Well lets get out of here before you're mother comes in an catches us in here together. I don’t think that she would believe me if I told her that I was teaching you how to go to the bathroom. It looks like you already have had that lesson.”
I also had decided that the girl’s bathroom was not the right place for me. After all I looked like a guy still in the girl’s bathroom. I was sure that at any second a woman was going to walk in, catch me, and start screaming bloody murder, and then there would be hell for me to pay.
I left the bathroom and two of the girls followed me out and back to the table.
“Well Alvin would you like to dance.” The shorter one asked.
“Well I should wait for my date shouldn’t I? After all she should get the first dance. It would only be proper.” I said.
“Well maybe proper is not the right word for it then, how about faithful. Wouldn’t it upset you if the one that you selected to go out on a date with suddenly was dancing with another woman with out so much as a by your leave. Janice did ask me out tonight, even if it was only about 30 minutes ago from my mom who’s about 10 yards away.”
“You are going to be a real good catch Alvin. Are you going to make some man a good wife or some woman a good husband?”
“Well it seems that I’ll never be able to father or mother anything so that should leave out all marriage. As for a husband, I think that most women want children, or at least a man in their bed. As for a wife, I have been brought up as a guy, so that still does not make me feel good even thinking about that. However if you and I got married just as we are, who would be the wife and who would be the husband? Interesting question that would be isn’t it?”
“Well I guess that you would be the husband because you look the male.”
“But you have the penis and I have the pussy. So some people would say that you’re the husband and I am the wife.”
“You are one smart kid aren’t you?”
“I was one smart kid, but now I don’t know what I am anymore because everyone is telling me that I’m not what I am or want to be. I am what I have to be because I now have been given a pussy and that changes all of life’s rules for me. Remember that I never wanted to be a girl like you and the rest. I am struggling everyday with what I have become and what’s going to happen to me in the future.”
“Just take one day at a time then Alvin.”
“I thought about that. But that is the same thing as letting someone else make your plans and then you having to follow their plans. If I don’t make my own plans then I will become someone else’s plan. I decided that I don’t want to do that if I can help it.”
“What is you’re plan?”
“I don’t know. Every good plan has to have knowledge and experience to know what to do. I’m still learning about things. A month ago I didn’t know that there were people that were half male and half female or some part in between. But now that I’ve spent a month thinking about it everyone is not really all male or all female. There are tomboys that are girls but act so much like boys. Then there are sissy boys that act like girls. You really can’t just say that that person is all male and not a bit of female in them. Because men do love, care and other things that girls are known for doing. You can say the same things about girls too. There is not a single girl that is all girl and no boy inside. More girls are wearing pants now more than dresses.”
“Are you sure that you 17 and not 71? You sound like you have thought about this for a lifetime and not just a month.”
“Yep I’m a real old 17 years, things like my accident ages a person really fast.”
“Look you’ve got my phone number and I’ve got yours, how about if you phone me up for a date? I’m a couple of years older then you Alvin but I think that age is only in the mind of the beholder. I think that we could have some fun together. What do you say? We could always come back here next week and then I could have the first dance.”
I said. “I know of all kinds of guys that say they will call and then don’t. So I won’t say that I will call because things are changing so much for me right now. But I will say that if a woman as beautiful as you ask a guy to call, they would be an idiot not to pick up the phone while still standing in front of you and give you a call.”
“You are a young Casanova aren’t you?”
“No, I’m an Alvin, that’s an animal by it’s self isn’t it?”
“Do you always sweep the ladies off of their feet like an animal Alvin?”
“Of course not, Animals don’t sweep, they avoid you or eat you.”
“I think that being eaten by you wouldn’t be such a bad thing Alvin. Maybe I’d eat you back in turn.” She said.
Janice was coming back at just that moment.
“Janice is you sure that you want to keep Alvin all to your self all night and not share him around?”
“After I wear him out then I’ll share him a little. Alvin aren’t you even going to ask me to dance tonight?”
“I don’t know how to dance Janice.”
“Good then that means when I step on you’re toes I’ll tell you its part of the dance new dance step and I’ll not be embarrassed that I don’t know how to dance so well either.”
“Would it be easier if you just keep your feet on top of mine?”
“Why Alvin that means that I’ll just have to be hugging you real close to stay there, hum, come to think of it. That sounds like the best offer to dance I’ve had. See you girls later while I dance with my night in shinning armor.”
“Doesn’t a knight have to be male?” I asked.
“Not my knight Alvin, not my knight.” Janice replied.
We were only dancing a little bit when I saw my mom on her way over to us.
“I don’t think you should be dancing on your feet so soon after getting the cast off your legs dear.” Mom said when she got close.
“OK” I said as we stopped and started back to the table when Janice asked me. “How long ago did you get your cast off?”
“I got them off about a week ago.” I said.
“My god, no wonder she was upset at you. You should be taken out and shot for that. Why did you ever try to dance that soon after your legs were out of the cast?” Janice said with what I thought was a little anger in her voice.
“How often is it that a guy gets to dance with a dream girl like you in their life? I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.” I said.
“Shelly was right Alvin you are a Casanova, If you keep talking romantic things like that to a girl, then you’re going to get a lot of dances in the rest of your life.” She said as she smiled at me.
We went back to the table and started to talk more about my accident. Once they knew that I had just gotten out of two leg cast they said that they would then have to just exercise me to get my strength up a little at a time.
After about 15 minutes Julie, the blond across the table said, “OK, it’s my turn to exercise you Alvin”
“But mom said that I should not be dancing.” I said, not that I didn’t want to.
“It’ll be OK Alvin,” She said as she came around the table and got me. She gripped my hand and led me to the dance floor. She then did something unusual; she did a curtsey toward my mother. Then we started to slow dance. We only danced for a couple of minutes before she again did a curtsey toward my mother and we went back to the table. She led me toward my chair and sat me down and said. “Alice you are just going to have to learn to be escorted to your chair like a lady when your mother is watching you.”
Then she went and sat down. That then became the norm for the night. About every 10 minutes a different girl would lead me to the dance floor during a slow dance, curtsey to my mom, dance for only a few minutes, curtsey to my mom again and then escort me back and sit down.
Once when a guy came up to ask one of the girls if they could join them at their table she said, “This is a girl’s only table.”
“But he’s not a guy and sitting with you.” He said and pointed to me.
“Oh, Alice is the only pussy here so she’s allowed. Now if you want to go out and get your own pussy then I’m sure that we would be happy to let you sit with us, does that sound fair?”
The guy left and didn’t look to happy about it.
When Sally saw my face she said, “Don’t worry Alvin, that guys an octopus with his hands. We all swore that we’d never dance with that jerk again. He doesn’t want to dance he wants to feel your breast and ass and treat you like a piece of meat all during the dance. He thinks that all girls are just sex objects to be mistreated, used and discarded, what a jerk he is. That’s one thing that some men just never learn about women. And that’s how they need to be treated like a lady and not a slut or tramp.” I could see that she was getting a little angry about it as she finished.
The other girls then all started in with those sitting next to them about something along those lines.
After a while mom came up to the table.
“Alice I hate to break up the fun that you have been having but I think that it’s about time that we need to go.”
“Mrs. Johnson it sure has been a pleasure to have your daughter talk with us. Would it be ok if she came again? I would be willing to pick her up anytime and take her home.” Janice said.
“Well let me get you’re phone number and then I’ll talk it over with my husband and the psychiatrist. Then I’ll give you a call when we have decided if it’s in Alice’s best interest.”
“I have her phone number mom.” I volunteered.
“OK Then I’ll let Alice call you when she can, would that be alright?”
“Yes Mrs. Johnson. Alice, why don’t you call me tomorrow and then we can practice girl talk on the phone to, you know that’s going to be an important part of becoming a girl now. It’s something that all daughters know and you should start to practice right away so that you’ll become an expert at it.”
I heard giggling around the table. I think they were laughing at the way that Janice was smoozing my mom with her story.
“Yes Janice, I’ll try to remember all of the lessons on being Alice that I can and I will call you tomorrow and tell you about my progress from the wonderful advice that you’ve been able to impart to me tonight.” I thought that that was the best smoozing that I had ever done as I heard another round of giggles go around the table.
The Julie across the table said “You are sure learning a lot from Janice, Alice, but I think that the rest of us could also give you a lot of lessons that would be of great help in you’re new found femininity, as a daughter. Some of us go shopping every Saturday. We would be glad to have you come with us, that way you’ll learn the most important thing about being a girl, * shopping * and going to the mall. That is if it’s OK with you Mrs. Johnson.”
“I think that would be a wonderful idea, but I think that it is still to soon for Alice to do so much so soon. Maybe Alice can also get you’re number and she’ll call you when the doctor say’s that it would be ok for that much activity.” Mom said.
“That’s OK mom I’ve got Julie’s phone number also.” I said.
“Is there any phone number that you didn’t get Alice?” She said while looking at me.
“No mom, they were nice enough to give me all of thier phones tonight.” I said
One of the girls at the end of the table that I hadn’t talk to all night said, “We all gave her our phone numbers because we want to think of Alice as part of our group. After all sometimes it’s not easy to do what we have done. Alice is going to need a our support and we all are wanting to help Alice to get to be herself now. I am sure that we also want her to call us and talk to all of us, so you will be calling me wont you Alice? I sure am waiting for my turn to have a nice girl-to-girl chat and time with Alice. I’m also sure that we are all looking forward to next week when she joins us for our girl time here. I think that she’s going to become a part of our girl’s only table here from now on.”
Cherrie spoke up and said, “We all know what a tragedy that Alice has had. And all we want to do is help her. You can count on none of us allowing her to drink when she’s here. We still have so much to talk about such as boys, and cloths and boys and makeup and boys and, well just so much. I am sure that Alice can learn from us because we have all had to learn it ourselves in such a short time not so long ago.”
Still another one spoke up and said “We have been talking behind Alice’s back and have decided that we are going to help Alice with her wishes and do what we have to do to make her feel better about them. We all know now that Alvin is gone and will never come back and we have been helping Alice see that. I’m sure that her head doctors will know that we are a group that would be good for her to adjust like we have all adjusted to being a girl inside.” She gave me the biggest smile I had seen all night. I had remember her saying that she hated psychiatrist with a passion.
From the smooze’ing I was not sure if these girls meant it or if they were the biggest liars in the world. I was beginning to think that they were the biggestest liars in the world. I now understood them a little better. They would do anything for each other. And I was somehow elected to be a part of them.
“I can’t think you enough for all of the womanly advice that you have given me tonight. I know that I am just not able to absorb it all, but I will try to do everything that you advised I should do to help me accept becoming the woman that you all know I am inside.”
“So why don’t you call us all before next week and see who lives closest and then we can pick you up and take you home so that Mrs. Johnson wont have to be bothered waiting all of this time since we’re coming anyway” Janice said.
“OK I promise to start calling you all tomorrow after noon, so that you can all get the beauty sleep that I can see the results in you. You must all sleep twenty hours a day, because no one can look as beautiful as you girls do with any less sleep than true princesses get.”
Mom said, “I’ll really think about it because to tell you the truth if my husband knew of the number of times that I was hit on for a date he wouldn’t let me come back. I personally can’t thank you enough for what you are doing in helping Alice come to grips with who she has to become now. So you’ll be hearing from Alice soon.
As I got up Janice also stood and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “By love, make sure that you make your mom let you come next week.” Then she kissed me on the other cheek.
I walked out with my mom. I was slowing realizing that I had been in heaven all night. There were scary times like showing my new self to all of the girls, but there was also a new me that now knew that I had to change myself. I was not gay, but I was going to have to learn what sex I was and what it would take now.
I knew that I was so confused now.
Chapter 3
Mom and Alvin/Alice clash about expectations.
And the first night out with the girls.
Thanks to Stanman63 for help in editing many of my mistakes.
(Even if it does pass Microsoft spell and grammar checker)
Chapter 3
After we were in the car and on the drive home, Mom started a conversation with me, "Well how did you like you're evening, Alice?"
"It was better than I had thought it would be."
"What did you learn?"
I could not tell her what I thought it was that I learned. So I said, "They all wanted to teach me a lot about girly things. They even took me to the girl's rest room when I had to go. They said that one girl could not go to the restroom; they have to take a friend along. They all went with me. They were all putting on more lipstick after they got there. They wanted to put lipstick on me, but I said 'no'. And some of them didn't need to go to the bathroom; they just wanted to put stuff on their face."
"All girls want to look pretty all of the time, Alice. It takes a lot of work, all of the time. You'll learn that, in time," Mom said.
I had to make things up, because they did not tell me anything like that. They treated me just like a guy, which was what I wanted them to. I liked being called Alvin by them and not always Alice like Mom and Dad do.
"I learned that most of them dressed like girls in private a long time before they were able to show themselves to others. I guess that is what it means to 'come out of the closet'. Will I come out of the closet in time, and do like they did, a little more girl over time?"
"The psychiatrist had hoped that we could force you to be a girl from the day that you came home from the hospital, but I didn't want you to have to suffer that shock so soon. I think that if you become a part of these girls they should help you to become a girl, easier, Alice. They know first hand what the problems are going to be for you. It is not going to be easy, Alice. If you promise to let them help you, then I do not see why you should not be with them and let them be your support group. I know that they all wanted to be girls, and that you have had no choice in the matter. But they might convince you that being a girl has its own kind of rewards.
She continued, "A bar is not the best of places for an influence on a normal person of any age Alice. There are many things that I would never consider letting you even near. That bar is a gay bar to start with. It has a lot of people with problems that normal people do not have. Guys liking guys is not normal behavior, Alice. But it does happen between people. Now, you are a girl, or soon will be, so you need to be aware of these things, more. Everyone knows that you are not gay, but you are a girl now, and girls are supposed like boys. That is what is normal, Alice. You are going to have to unlearn 17 years of being taught that you like girls and learn to like boys. There, I have said it. I know you don't like it, but it's what the psychiatrist said should happen with you."
"You mean that I am going to have to learn that I like dicks in my pussy now," I said.
"That's the bottom line, Alice."
"OK, I think that the girls are going to want to teach me that, Mom. We talked about it little bit, but you know how embarrassing that kind of talk is to me."
"Girls talk about those things among themselves Alice. Just like boys do in locker rooms, they must talk about girls, so to do girls talk about boys, and everything about boys, not just in the locker rooms either, but anytime that there are no boys around, girls talk about them. You are going to have to learn to do the same thing. So I think that it would be a good thing for you to talk on the phone with all of the girls, and get to know them, real well, so that you can do that."
"Mom they are all beautiful girls, I want to get to know them all, they were all so nice to me, also. I think that they all like me a little because of my accident."
"That's good dear, lots of girls like each other, girls are a lot more social than the male that you use to be. So you need to learn to not be a male anymore and forget being competitive and learn to be supportive. That is the biggest difference between the man that you use to be and the woman that you are now."
"Do you think that they like me because I look like a man to them?"
"I saw them rejecting men all night long Alice. I think that they understand that you are not a man, any longer."
"When we went to the restroom I showed them what the operation did to me. A couple of them said that that's want they have trying to get and that they have to live like a woman for a year before they are allowed to have SRS to remove their balls and dick and get a pussy instead."
"Alice you are going to have to learn to watch your language. Guys can use such foul mouth words, but ladies have to learn to use a more dignified way of talking. You should have said their penis or better yet 'the things between their legs'. You have to think of being a debutante, all of the time now.
"So, if you will try to fit into their group and maybe not tomorrow, but soon, wear the clothes to fit in, then I will make sure that your dad and the psychiatrist agree that it's a good thing for you to do, then you can spend a lot of time with them on Fridays. Is that fair enough for you?"
"Mom you know that I won't wear a dress. If I wore a dress as they did, I would look like some of those guys that were in the bar that looked like men in dresses. They tried but there is no way that they looked like women. They looked like guys in dresses."
"Will you at least consider wearing something nicer now with your panties? You have already said that wearing panties feels better now that you do not have a penis. They are made for a woman's body. They work nicely don't they? So how about a silk shirt next time for the bar with a pair of black slacks? It will feel much better on you. And it will still be pants. Women call shirts blouses. You can wear one of those, also."
"How about if I go shopping with the girls next weekend and see about getting a pair. That would then be what I would go shopping with them and get."
"How about we leave it to the girls to shop for you and you agree to get something that they select for you to wear, as long as it is a silk blouse and slacks with a zipper on the side or back instead of the front I'll agree to that and you can ask them to help you?"
"I've never seen pants with a zipper on the side. It doesn't exist," I said.
"See, you've never shopped. I bet that any of the girls could find you a pair in the first store that she comes to, and a black pair with in the first two stores that she goes in. So, if she does, will you wear them to the bar the next week that they meet? Is it a deal?"
I did not think that that mom was making a fair bet. I have never seen any guy wear those kinds of pants. Then I did remember those pants but not on a guy, but on a girl. "Those are girl pants, Mom, you tried to trick me."
"Girls wear guys pants all of the time dear, what's wrong with wearing girls pants if they look nice on you? You will get to select which pair that you wear, so if you do not want to wear them, then that's, OK. But, if you want to go back to the bar, then that's the deal. You and the girls go and get yourself a bar outfit that has a silk top and pants with a zipper on the side. I'll agree you get to go to the bar, and in return you agree to wear the clothes."
"What if I don't find anything that I want to wear?"
"Then you can't go back to that bar."
"That's not fair, Mom."
"Honey, life is sometimes not fair, as you well know. But that is the deal. Bar for clothes, you get to choice the clothes. Now that sounds more than fair to me. After all you don’t even have to work to pay for the clothes out of your own money."
"And if all of the pants are to girly and I don't want to wear them then I don't get to go to the bar."
"That's the deal, but you get to shop till you find a pair that you feel comfortable in. I am not pressuring you to wear a dress, dear. However, I AM pressuring you to look nicer. A girl has to look good no matter what she wears all of the time. Therefore, you have to look good no matter what you wear dear. Is it asking too much that I want you to look nice and not wear jeans and a T-shirt like now?"
"What's wrong with jeans and a t-shirt?"
"For a guys there is nothing wrong with it, but your not exactly a boy, any more, Alice. You have to face that fact at some time. So, all I want is that the half of you that is my daughter to dress nicely, I'm not insisting on dress's and skirts like the psychiatrist wants you dress in all of the time. I am letting you do this slowly. Nevertheless, you have to do something to get something. So the deal is going back to the bar for wearing a silk top and pants that zip at the side or back that you get to select, you get to make the choice dear, and do you want to go back to that bar with the girls again?"
The girls were at that bar that was true. It was most likely the only bar that would not kick them out. After all, they could be considered gay in my mom's or anyone else’s eyes.
"OK, I'll all to Janice tonight and leave a message and maybe go shopping with them tomorrow. If they'll help me find the things and only if I find that I don't look too ridicules, then I'll wear them."
"That's exactly what I was hoping for Alice. You make sure that you feel comfortable in the clothes that you select. You should take your time and look at a bunch of pants until you find the pair that you like. Don’t rush it, you have to worry about your operation."
"I'll think about it."
We rode in silence the rest of the way home. I knew that this was the first step that Mom was doing to get me to be a girl. I would have to think if doing it was worth going back.
I did not have to think. I knew that I would do anything to go back and see Janice.
Him-Lady or She-Male
Chapter 4 The gang goes shopping.
Guys going shopping is not as fun as girls going shopping!
We get the long version of a quick shopping trip.
Chapter 4
When I got home I called Janice. I knew that she would not be home so early. I left a message that I wanted to go shopping tomorrow with them if it was all right.
Then I called Julie and left a message with her. She was the one that suggested that I go in the first place.
I went to sleep that night thinking that I was not a boy or a girl. I was now the only him-lady that existed. Moreover, there were only nine others in the world for me right now.
The accident made them take away my penis but I still had the mind and rest of the body of a 17-year-old male I felt.
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The next morning I was up at seven AM waiting for either Janice or Julie to call me back. I was hoping that either one would call me and tell me that I was welcome to come.
As the hours drug on I was getting more and more worried that they did not really mean it. I had just been a fun toy to play with the night before. After all, they were all so beautiful and I was just a 17-year-old kid from the local high school football team. By 10 o’clock, I was miserable. I now knew what girls felt like waiting for their prince charming to call them, which wasn’t me. I promised never to do that to any girl that ever gave me her phone number. I decided to wait until noon and then call every one of the girls that gave me their phone number, just to be polite and say hi, and that I was polite enough to call them back.
By 11 o’clock, I was sure that I was an idiot to think that anyone would ever think that I was even human with the operation that took my penis and left me less than half a man and half a woman. I was crying in my room. I never cried before. Quarterbacks of football teams never cry. I was losing it.
At 11:30 mom stuck her head in my room and said “Julie will be here in about 30 minutes to take you to the mall. You had better get ready Alice.”
I didn’t even mind mom calling me Alice, even if my name had been Alvin for 17 years. I jumped up and said “really?”
Mom never misses anything. “Have you been crying dear?”
“Yes, I have been up since 7 waiting for someone to call and invite me to go.”
“Well as soon as you get dressed, and I mean in something nice. Then we can talk about it. We don’t have time to talk about it right now if you want to still go”
“Yes I want to go. I’ll be dressed in a minute.”
“Alice, you are going out with a couple of the girls, Julie said their names but I don’t remember them. So you had better wear something more than jeans and a t-shirt.”
“I’m not going to wear a dress mom.”
“OK, but not any of you’re old cloths, or I’ll take them away just like I did with all of your other old guy cloths. OK?”
“OK mom I’ll find something.” I said.
That didn’t leave me much of a selection. Most of the cloths that mom had put in my closet were dresses. I had talked her into leaving me two pairs of jeans and four t-shirts. I do not think that I would be able to get out of the house today, as I got out to go to the bar. That left me some shorts to wear.
I yelled at mom’s retreating back. “Mom you had better help me pick something out. I don’t think that I’ll get something that you would approve of.”
As she came back into the room she remarked. “Now that’s more like my daughter. A girl just never knows what to wear.”
I looked at the ceiling and groaned. “OK, just no dresses please and remember that I’m not a complete girl.”
“How about this outfit Alice, It’s not a dress?”
“But mom it looks like a dress. I don’t care if they are shorts, no one would notice it. They look like a short dress to anyone that doesn’t have their hand between my legs to check it out. Other girls might know that it’s not a dress, maybe, but no other guy would. I don’t want another guy checking between my legs to see that it is shorts and not a dress. And I would still look like a fag with short hair in a dress anyway.”
“How about a wig then to cover your short hair?” mom suggested.
“I don’t think so mom.” I said. “How about a nice pair of jeans and a t-shirt?”
“I don’t think so Alice. How about this pair of shorts?”
“Mom it’s the middle of winter, how about jeans and a t-shirt, I know I can look good in those.” I said.
“How about this pair of pants.” She said.
“They would only come down to just below my knee’s mom, and they’re pink.”
“They are suppose to be that way, and I also got you a white pair here.” Mom said.
“The girls would laugh at me mom.”
“OK, if I let you wear a pair of jeans then when you get home, they go in the trash. Do you want to wear them enough to never wear them again?”
That was a hard choice. I might need them at some time in the future that I do not know about. I do not know when that might be, but it is always good planning to worry about a contingency plan around here.
“OK I’ll agree to save the jeans for later. But isn’t there something that doesn’t make me look like a fairy?” I pleaded.
“Nope, not really, you’re just going to have to bit the bullet and wear the white pants.”
“This girl thing is getting harder and harder mom”
Mom smiled and looked at me. “It’s supposed to Alice. Remember that I told you that this would be harder than practicing for football. Aren’t you tough enough to play the game?”
“OK you win the white pants and a white blouse to go with it.”
Soon I was dressed in Capri slacks, a white blouse that buttoned up the wrong way, and a pair of white socks that turned down at the tops with little flowers on them. Then black slipper shoes. If I had a wig, I would look just like a fruit cake.
Mom called up that the girls were here.
I ran down stairs. The girls took one look at me and started to giggle. I stopped and looked at them. Then I turned around, went back up to my bedroom, and closed the door. I wish I had a lock on it right then. I would have locked the door and never opened it. I threw myself on my bed and started to cry in my pillow again.
I heard a knock. Then I heard Julie through the door. “Alice can I came in?”
I did not answer her. I heard the door open and someone come in. I only assumed that it was Julie. Karen said, “Hello Alice, aren’t you going with us today? You can’t go if you’re still in bed like that.”
Someone was then hugging me and I heard Julie whispered in my ear. “Come on and we’ll get you out of the house so that we can get you into some jeans instead.”
She seemed to know exactly what the problem was. “I’m sorry I really am. It’s hard enough having to wear these stupid cloths as it is.”
She was still whispering, “Yes we know, now get up and let’s get out of here.”
Karen said, “Nice bedroom Alice. We should come over some time and have a makeup party with your mom.”
I got up. I then glanced at Karen blocking the door so that mom could not get in. Then I understood. She was covering for me, so that I could recover. “Just a minute, I forgot a sweater.” I jumped up and went to my closet. While there I wiped my eyes dry and then reached in the closet and got one of the white knit sweaters that mom had for me.”
“OK let’s go then, the malls are waiting.” Karen said after she saw that I had recovered.
“Wait Alice, I have some money for you to shop at the mall.” Mom said. I could see her leave from outside my door to get the money.
“That was close Alvin, you have got to learn to be more careful Hun,” Karen said.
Julie then said, “You forgot that you’re Alice in front of your mom, and you’re going to have to ignore what other people do. Just remember that we all love you and are here for you right now. You ok now Alvin? Now let’s get out of here and go shopping. Maybe get you a pair of jeans when you go out with us.”
Mom came back into the room and Karen was out of the way and let her in. “Here is some money for your shopping trip Alice. Remember our deal. You have to get a pair of slacks that zip up the side or back and a silk shirt if you want to go back to the bar next Friday.” I think that she said it more for Julie and Karen than for me to hear.
“Oh don’t worry Mrs. Johnson, we will make sure that Alice gets a pair girls slacks and blouse for next Friday, after all we all want her to look lovely for the guys now, don’t we?” said Karen with a straight face.
I was reminded that they were either much better at smoozing that possible, or the biggest liars in the world.
When I got back down, Shelly and Denise was there, laughing and carrying on as if nothing had happened.
When Shelly saw me and gave a war hoop “Alice is here let’s go shopping now girls!”
Julie and Karen each gripped me by an arm and pulled me toward, and then out the door. Julie opened the back door and they pushed me in and closed the door. Shelly and Denise were already climbing in the other side. Julie was getting in the drivers seat leaving Karen to climb in the passenger side front door.
As soon as we were in the car, they all seemed to calm down. Denise then said, “That was close. I’m sorry that we giggled at you Alvin. But we were shocked at the cloths your mother had you in. I guess that we were expecting you still in jeans.”
“My mom won’t let me out of the house now in jeans. She said I get to wear them one more time and then they are going in the trash.”
Julie said, “We are all going to chip in and buy you an outfit Alvin. That way you can change cloths after you leave the house and before you get anywhere. That way you will feel better going out.”
“Thanks a lot, you don’t know how silly I feel right now.” I said.
Denise said “I think it’s about as silly as we feel in boy’s cloths now Alvin.” As she laid her hand on mine.
I had to think about that. I guess that it was about the same, just the opposite.
“Thanks Denise. I think I do understand how you feel now. Well not right now, but before when you had to wear boy’s clothes when you are really girls inside. Kind of what I feel like right now.”
Denise leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I almost missed Julie say “Don’t worry Alvin, we are going to go and get you some clothes to change into so that you feel better shopping with us. Do you have anywhere you want to go?”
I smiled. “Did you forget that I’m a guy already, hidden in these girl cloths? I never shop. I just put on what ever I reach in and get. Well except lately because I will end up reaching for a dress if I am not careful.”
They giggled at that “Well your going to shop till you drop today Alvin. But if you get tired from your injuries don’t be macho on us, even if you are a little tired, tell us so that we can stop for a while, we are not in any hurry today. We do not want you to overdo it anything. We want you strong and healthy so that next week we can dance you to death.” Karen said.
Julie stopped outside of a men’s only store.
“It’s expensive here, don’t you want to go to Wal-Mart for some jeans for me instead. I don’t think that mom gave me enough money if I get anything here and then try to get what she wants me to get. And If I don’t get what she said, then she wont let me go next Friday.”
“Don’t worry Alvin, you’re a kept man today. Were going to chip in and get you something to wear. And I can’t have you dressing in rags now can we? It would ruin our image of fabulously wealthy women looking for a rich husbands. So you are just going to have to wear something nice for us.”
“Last I remember hearing something like was when mom showed me my first dress.” I said.
After they giggled, I heard from behind me. “Well don’t worry Alvin we don’t want our one and only him-lady looking like a girl now would we.”
****** Shopping Trip ********
We went into the store and I was thankfully that it was almost empty. That is until the salesman came to ask us if he could help.
“Yes please, we were wondering if you could get something for Alvin to wear. He really doesn’t like wearing our cloths anymore.” Karen said, and the rest giggled at it.
The salesman had a sour look on his face for a second and then asked, “Was there something in particular that you wanted to see.”
“No dresses” I said.
The girls giggled.
“We want to dress him in something for night clubbing please,” Denise said coming to my rescue.
“We have some very nice leisure suits over here, if you would follow me please.”
“Alvin, if you do that again, I swear that I am going to get you a pink dress for your mom to dress you in.“ Shelly said.
“What a threat that is Shelly” I whispered “It is almost enough to make me be good for life.”
She punched me on the arm as she passed me by while smiling at me. Then she stopped in front of me, reached up, grasped me around the neck, and kissed me on the lips. “Don’t you ever worry Alvin I would never carry it through with you dear.”
I noticed Julie was right next to me, and looked at Shelly. Then she looked at me, and before I knew it, she was reaching for around my neck. Except that, she took her time and slowly pulled my head down to hers. Then French kissed me for at least an hour. Well it seemed like an hour anyway. Then she said, “That’s number two, I can not let her have all of the fun.”
Denise was right behind Julie and did the same thing. Only she must have kissed for two hours. Karen was last and said “I was only saving the best for last of course Alvin.” then she French kissed me also, at least for three hours.
It was a wonder that I heard the salesman say anything. “I’m sorry I didn’t hear you. Would you be kind enough to repeat yourself? I’m sorry I was preoccupied. I take that back, I’m not sorry about being preoccupied, only for not hearing you.”
Karen who had not completely let go reach up and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
Julie said, “Before we get out of hand again, let’s get him into some real cloths so that we can go shopping girls.”
Denise said, “Spoiled sport. What do you have for our boyfriend to look good?”
The salesman said something else, but I was still lost in the ‘our boyfriend’ comment that Denise made.
We started to move again before I noticed that Shelly had taken one arm and Karen the other.
We walked over to what looked like suits. I was wondering what he thought people wore to bars. “Wouldn’t a pair of jeans be better?” I asked.
“Why don’t you three go and find yourself a pair of jeans and a shirt while Denise and I say here and look for your formal wear Alvin? Afterwards we can switch and look with you for you’re second set of night cloths.” Julie said. “That way we might actually get something bought today and you out of those cloths.”
I had forgotten all about the cloths that I was in since the first kiss.
“Getting out of these cloths is the best idea I have heard in weeks.”
I started to pull Karen and Shelly toward to where I had seen the Levis jeans. When we got there, I started to look for my size, and only realizing that I most likely had changed sizes. “I need to get my waist measured again. I’m not sure that I’m the same size after the operation.”
Another salesman had appeared when we had moved away from Julie and Denise, who stayed in the suit area.
Karen asked if he had a measuring tape.
“Doesn’t he know his own size?” He asked
“Well we have had him tied up for a month and not let him go, so he’s not sure if he’s still the same size now.” Karen said, and Shelly snickered.
“Are all four of you ladies really his girl friends?” he then asked.
“Oh no.” Shelly said not to be outdone. “The other six couldn’t come with us today.”
“He must be a real man then.” The salesman said, not giving up.
“Oh we all think that he’s a real pussy, don’t we Alvin.” Denise said while almost busting up laughing.
“Jeans now, physical attributes later Denise, your going to confuse the poor man and think that I’m a girl and you’re a boy next.” I said just to confuse the issue.
The salesman pulled out a tape measure.
Karen said, “Oh, you have to let us do that, we can’t pass up fondling him for any reason now can we?”
Consequently, she took the tape measure, slipped it around my waist, and read off. “34 Waist”
“My turn now” Shelly said taking the tape measure and measuring from my crouch down to the floor “35 pants leg”.
I was glad now that Shelly had done that and not let the salesman near my crouch.
The salesman said, “Yes we carry jeans in those measurements.” He then walked over to a pile and pulled one out. I took them and said “Thank you, can I try them on now please.”
Shelly said, “He’s had his pants off for a month, so he’s just anxious to get some back on.”
“Right this way”
The salesman led me towards the back, until I saw where I could change cloths. “Thank you.”
“I have a question.” The salesman said. “How is it that you have all of these beautiful women as your girlfriends? You only look like you’re about 17.”
“I guess that they just like pussy” I said and ducked into the changing room.
I could not get out of the pants that my mom had given me fast enough. I had the jeans on in about 30 seconds and was walking out of the changing room.
“Oh I feel so much better. I really thank you girls for this. Should we change and let Julie and Denise help with the shirt so that they don’t feel left out?” I asked.
“You are just too sweet Alvin” Shelly said as she reached up give me a kiss.
When she had finished making my world swim I heard “We don’t want to share you Alvin, but I guess that we had better if we know what’s good for you and us.”
Julie and Denise were still looking at suits when we went back over to them.
“I have some pants how about a t-shirt now and then we can go.” I said.
“But Alvin, you can’t just wear jeans a t-shirt all of the time with us.” Julie said, “You would look so handsome in this suit that Denise and I have picked out for you.”
“But I don’t need a suit Julie, I’m just glad to get back into jeans and a t-shirt.” I said.
“Your turn Julie and Denise, Show us which suit you like, and then go get Alvin a t-shirt or two.” Shelly said.
“We were thinking about this suit Shelly.” Denise said. Pointing to one that was already out.
“We’ll get it, you two go get him a t-shirt before he rips that blouse off.” Karen said.
So Julie and Denise each took an arm and off we went to get me a t-shirt.
I headed toward the t-shirts when I felt a tug the arm that Julie was holding. “Alvin can’t we talk you into getting a sports pull over instead of a t-shirt. It would make you look so much more handsome.” Julie said.
“I think so to Alvin, let’s go and just look them for a second “said Denise.
“OK, but can we hurry, I don’t like the looks that the salesmen are giving me.” I said.
“That’s because you are so handsome Alvin. And being surrounded by four beautiful girls doesn’t hurt. So come on it’ll only take a second Alvin.” Julie said.
We were there in no time and she pulled a dark blue one off the rack. “How about getting this navy blue shirt Alvin?”
“Great, I’ll go put it on.”
“While you’re gone, we’ll find you another one also Alvin”. Denise said.
I almost ran to the changing room. I had the blouse off and the sport shirt on in seconds and was leaving.
As I was getting back to Julie, she had her back to me speaking to a salesman. I just heard him say, “But why are you buying for a kid.”
I heard Julie’s response. “It’s like He’s my husband and I’m buying what he needs, even if he doesn’t know he needs it right now. Besides we would fit together so well.”
“Hi”
“Alvin,” She exclaimed as she threw her arms around my neck. “My turn” and proceeded to French kiss me again. I seemed to melt into her arms. They were nice arms to have around me. After a while she stopped.
Denise said, “After you get back trying on that shirt, then it’s my turn for a little kiss too.”
She handed me a light blue shirt, just like the one that I had on, except for the color. “One shirt is fine Denise, It is going to be hard enough to hide just one pair of cloths.”
“You’re not hiding any Alvin, we are hiding all of your cloths so that you will have some. Now go try it on like a good future husband, and come back and suffer through your kiss as a reward.” Denise said.
“Can’t I suffer through my reward first, it’s seems like having wait to suffer through a punishment like that and I would never make it to the dressing room from dieing from a broken heart from the excitement of having to wait.”
Julie said to the salesman “And it makes you wonder why he only has 10 girlfriends that love him so much.”
I did not hear all of that. I already had my lips on Shelly’s in a wonderful French kiss. Shelly’s arms were around my neck and her body pressed close up to mine.
Karen and Shelly came up, as Shelly was finishing with her punishment of me.
“We agree with his suit, so if Shelly’s finishing up we can go shopping now for Alvin for some shoes now.” Karen said.
“Oh I forgot all about his shoes.” Julie said.
“I think that he is going to need some dress shoes to dance in.” Shelly said.
“OK, the shoe store next” Denise said.
“I’ll go pay for all of these, and then we can go to the mall and get the rest.” Julie said.
Julie started toward the checkout and I started to follow her.
“And where are you going big boy?” Karen said.
“I’m going to at least go and help pay for my cloths.” I said.
“Why? so your mom will know that you paid for them and can take them away from you again. We don’t think so! We are paying for them and we are keeping them. Then when you come out with us, we’ll always have a change of cloths for you to borrow lover boy.” Karen said.
“This way, your mom can dress you anyway she wants coming out of the house, and you can change after you leave. Then you will change back before going home and not only will your mom be happy, but we get a free strip show twice a night.” Denise said.
“We all talked it over after you left last Friday. We almost all decided that was a wonderful idea, well wonderful for us anyway Alvin.” Shelly said.
“And those who voted no still said that they would chip in a help with any cloths that you needed.” Karen said.
“So you see Alvin, you have just been out voted nine to two.” Denise said.
“Of course there is a price that you are going to have to pay Alvin, after all nothing is free.” Shelly said.
Denise and Karen looked at Shelly.
“What’s the price?” I asked.
“You have to pay in kisses.” Shelly said. “As many as we want and when ever we want.”
“Oh, yea, right, and don’t forget about the hugs too Shelly. As many as we want and when ever we want them.” Karen said.
Denise, not to be out done said, “The sex part comes later with interest. As must as we want and what ever we want.”
“It sounds like I’ve just been bought and paid for.” I said. “Don’t I get any say in the matter?”
“No” all four of them said at once.
“Alvin, your going to be to busy with 10 girlfriends. You’re just going to have to let all of the girls in your life take care of you now while you take care of them.” Denise said.
I was so unaware. I was so busy thinking and trying to get out of wearing girls cloths that I was not thinking about anything else. I bowed my head. “I am sorry that I was so self centered, I was so caught up in my own problems of getting out of the girls cloths that even with the 10 most beautiful girls in the world around me, I was not considering what an extra effort that you have just gone through for me. I should be so grateful for your time when there are at least 10 guys for each one of you that would move heaven and earth to do anything for you, and I was being self centered and selfish.”
“If you keep that up Alvin, you are going to replace Casanova as the literately lover of the millennium. You know that you make all girls hearts go pitter patter when you speak with love directly from your own heart like that.” Karen said.
“So come here and start paying for you clothes now Alvin.” said Shelly.
“Hurry up and kiss him” said Denise, “We still have a lot of shopping to do today.”
“You can never hurry a kiss with Alvin.” Shelly said as she brought her lips to mine in a very slow and moist kiss of passion.
It must have been an hour later when we stopped kissing.
As we left the men’s store and I was getting in the back seat I saw three salesmen standing at the window watching us leave.
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It was about three miles to the girl’s favorite mall. They were so excited today. Julie reminded everyone that I had to get the pants and silk blouse today.
I reminded everyone that it was a shirt not a blouse, guys call them shirts, and girls call them blouses.
“As long as they button up on the right side don’t worry about what it’s called Alvin.” Shelly said.
“What do you mean, button up on the right side? They button up in the front.” I said.
They laughed at me.
“Alvin, they both button up in the front, but girls blouse’s button up with the buttons on the left side, and guy’s button up with the buttons on the right side.” Denise pointed out. “So if you find something that your mother has given you doesn’t seem to button up the right way, now you know why.”
I learned some other hidden truth that girls had always kept hidden from the boys. I was learning more and more each hour with my new friends. I mean beside them being great kissers.
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When we got to the mall I was first out, and opened Julie’s door, then I went around opening the door for the other girls. They were nice enough to wait for me to open it for them, and rewarded me with a quick peck on the cheek. When I got back around to Julie’s door, she also rewarded me with a kiss, and mentioned that I might want to wipe all of the lipstick off my cheek sometime today. It was starting to look like I wore rouge on them.
The first store that we went into was a Neiman Marcus store. They went to the young woman’s section. I followed them. After all I felt better wearing men’s clothing now and not so ashamed. The first salesgirl that saw us came over and asked if she could help.
Julie said, “No thank you, we are just here with our boyfriend today shopping.”
She then asked the others and Shelly was first to say. “No thank you. I’m just here with my boyfriend shopping today.”
And if that was not enough she ask Karen, who, not to be outdone replied, “No I’m just here with my future fiancée today.”
“You know that he can only marry one of us Karen,” Denise said in front of the salesgirl.
“I don’t think that he could marry any of us,” said Shelly, “I don’t think he would have the heart to break the hearts other 9. You know he’s too sweet for that.”
“You’re dating 9 girls at one time?” the salesgirl asked while raising her brows to the ceiling.
I started to say “Not really” before being drown out by all four girls at the same time saying “There are 10 of us”, and “We only know of 10 he is currently dating.” and “He’s such a heart breaker, isn’t he.” and “We are all dating him at the same time.”
Then Karen, who was the closest, reached up and kissed me on the lips again. Shelly then kissed me, because she was standing on the other side with her arms wrapped around my neck. Followed by Denise saying, “See what we mean, our boyfriend can just never stop at one of us.”
I was still flustered and found my arm around both Shelly and Karen after the kisses stopped.
I could only smiled at the salesgirl and shrugged my shoulders. As in ‘what can I say’?
Julie finally found the slacks that she was looking for, for me and pulled them out of the rack. “Alvin, These are the right size, what do you think of these?”
“If they fit then they are good enough for me.” I said.
The salesgirl said, “Those slacks are a little long for you, you might want to look in the next rack, which has shorter legs.”
That must have been the opening line that Julie was waiting for. “Oh, no, these aren’t for me. They are for Alvin. His mom will not let him go out with all us girls again unless he is wearing some girl slacks that zip up the side and a girl’s silk blouse. And you know how us gold-diggers are, we’ll put up with anything to marry him for his money.”
“Alvin, you never told me you were rich,” Denise said while being wide eyed.
“Sure he is Denise, Alvin pull out all of your money and show Shelly how rich you are.” Karen said.
I pulled out the $150 that mom had given me and started to count it out slowly.
“I know that I had me a rich man.” Julie said.
Shelly started to take the money from my hand as I was counting it out until it was all gone. “Well your broke now Alvin, so you girls will just have to leave him to me to marry.”
“You must have some more money Alvin,” Karen said as she started searching my empty pockets. Not exactly for what was inside the pockets as she was rubbing all over on my legs and bum. Obviously, she was looking for more money in each empty pocket. Even though it took Karen a couple of minutes to look in each empty pocket a couple of times, she never gave up.
“Karen, do you want to strip search me to find some more?” I asked.
“Of course Alvin,” Karen said with a straight face to me, and then to the salesgirl “Excuse me, is there a place that I can strip search Alvin around here close by, it shouldn’t take me more than a couple of hours to make sure that I have his last penny.”
Shelly and Denise burst out laughing at the salesgirls look.
“Karen, I know how thorough that you want to be looking for every cent, but I really don’t have anymore money, not even a penny.”
“I know that Alvin, it was the searching that I wanted to do, not finding the penny.”
“Karen, you might just miss something, so I think that we had all better help you when it’s time to strip him.” Denise said.
“She means when it’s time to search you for that penny Alvin” Shelly added.
“I’m sure that was what she meant Shelly, after all I know that Karen would never have any implied motives other than finding that non-existent penny.” I said.
“Alvin,” Karen said, “How can you say that about the girl that you are going to marry? I’m hurt, you have better kiss and make up with me now.”
As Karen was making up, I heard the salesgirl ask, “Is she really his fiancée?”
And Denise replied, “Well not exactly, we haven’t decided which of his 10 girlfriends he is going to marry. But we of course will be discussing it at our weekly Friday night get-togethers with him.”
Just then, Karen had to come up for air so Denise said. “Thank you for warming my fiancée’s lips for me Karen.” She then helped warm them up a little more.
The salesgirl asked, “Aren’t you girls mad as each other for him asking more than one of you to marry him?”
“Oh, he hasn’t asked any of us yet, we’re just giving him a little help with the idea. Then when it does finally get up into that mans head we will already have a head start.” Julie said.
I am sure that the salesgirl looked a little stunned.
“Alvin, you have to try these on for your mother remember.” Julie said.
“OK, where is there a changing room?” I asked.
“We only have a woman’s changing room here, the men’s changing room is over in the men’s department.
“That’s OK, Alvin doesn’t like the men’s changing room. So why don’t I go and see if it’s being used, and if not then Alvin can change there.” Julie said.
“I’m sorry but the store policy forbids anyone but females to change in the women’s change room.” The salesgirl said.
“No problem, Alvin is really a woman masquerading as a man, and so it’s not against policy for women who looks like a man to change is there?” Julie asked in her sweetest voice. “Besides, there are all four of us to look out for him and make sure that he doesn’t do anything that we wouldn’t do.”
Then Shelly, taking her by the arm, “And what no one knows about, no one cares about, And if you didn’t see anything then you couldn’t get in trouble for anything now could you, and could you please help me over here in that isle to look for a jacket for my brother? I’m having such a hard time.”
As the two of them started to walk away, Julie and Karen grabbed my arms and started me toward the changing rooms with the slacks in hand.
Denise came out with a “No ones in there.” And in we went.
I did my best impression of a quick-change artist with the pants, and stepped out to let the girls see me.
Julie said a simple “OK”, while Karen wanted a twirl to see the back also before giving her approval.
I then went back inside and quickly traded again before coming out.
I saw Denise going over to get Shelly, who was still with the salesgirl. I was thankful that the four girls worked together for me like they just did. With all of the teasing that they do back and forth, I understood that they really did care for and look out for each other, and for me too now.
We told the sales girl thank you for the slacks and Julie said that we needed to get the silk blouse at Nordstrom.
As we left, I thanked the salesgirl and said it was fun and she was helpful for an afternoon shopping experience. Her only comment was. “So am I number 11 on your girlfriends list now.”
“I am sure that you are number one on so many guys list that it would be a shame to see you settle for being on any list with more than just one person. And you should be the most important person in the world on that list to them.” After which she just smiled at me, and said “thank you.”
Him-Lady or She-Male
Chapter 5
More shopping of course, and oh by the way, school has to start again.
Authors note: I can not help but express my appreciation enough to cewesson for finding the 300 plus errors in grammar, word usage, spelling, and editing. The remaining 3,000 errors are still my own. Koalas
We started across the mall to Nordstrom when Denise said, “Ah Alvin, what are we going to do with you? You are just too much a Casanova to let out of our sight. We leave you alone for just one minute and already you are looking for other women.”
I walked over to Denise and grabbed her around the waist with both hands. “Now why would I want other women in my life? I have my choice from the 10 most beautiful women in the world right now. The only girls that match me physically in the most important parts where it counts. The ones I meet, where I can now be a part of for a lifetime of mutual love and admiration.
I then bend down to kiss her, giving her the opportunity to pull away. She did not move at all, and let me kiss her.
“Well we know that Alvin sure is getting the hang of kissing,” Denise said after we finished. “Does this mean that we’re going to get married today or do I have to wait till tomorrow?”
“Don’t you think that you’re rushing it just a little, Denise?” I said, “After all we have only known each other for two days.”
Karen then said, “But we know that you have to find a wife from among the 10 of us, Alvin. You are just going to have to put up with ALL of us trying to seduce you first.”
“Thank you Karen. I know that each of you are able to get all of the lovers and husbands that you could ever want,” I said.
“Maybe lovers, Alvin, but marriage is not possible for us. After all, same sex marriages are still a thing of the future for most of us, no matter what the papers keep saying about how easy it is.”
I now understood their feelings. They thought as I did. I was a perfect match to what they wanted to be. Most of them wanted to look like girls on the outside, and never lose their manhood inside. That was why they were being so nice to me. I could be their perfect match as I had hoped that one of them could be my perfect match.
“Every person on earth tries to find their soul mates. It will be easy for me now. I can find my soul mate among the ten of you. Lucky I am to now to be in such a wonderful position. But then again, I am so sorry for the ten of you. Because now that I have shown up you only think that I am the only one of my kind. It makes me so sad now to think that you are trying so hard to impress me. I think that what each of you wants in your heart of hearts is a simple normal life with one that you can love and live with your whole life in a relationship together.
“Until yesterday, I thought that I would be alone, now I have found each of you. Better than I had ever though life could be after high school. I really am like a girl wooed by 10 wonderful suitors aren’t I. I feel more like a girl should than a boy who is wooing you.”
Karen walked up to me and had her nose just an inch from mine. “Well Alvin, you are part girl now also, and we are part male. So what is the problem with our male parts wooing your female parts? You can consider yourself a nice young Alice to us sometimes. After all there are not many girls that want to make love to one of us the way we need it, or guys unless we and they are both gay.”
I put my arms around her neck and kissed her. “That is why I came yesterday. Because that is what I knew, I was going to need from you. I am glad that we both agree on the same thing. But aren’t you going overboard?”
“Alvin, you just have too much humility,” Said Julie “You really are going to make one of us the perfect husband. Now if you were only a few years older than us, instead of being a younger stud you would be perfect. However, I guess that one fault is not going to bother any of us, now is it? So whose turn is it to get a kissed?”
“I think that we all have to get one after that speech,” Said Shelly. Shelly got her French kiss first. “Remember me when you are proposing, Casanova.”
We had another round of kissing, which I found myself enjoying more and more, and becoming more comfortable with. I was even forgetting that they were males under their skirts. We went into the store.
“Hey Julie, can we find a silk shirt in the fancy suit department?” I had remembered that some of the guys had silk shirts at the last prom.
“OK Janice made all of the rules for you yesterday. Now I am making one. If you talk to any of us, you have to give that person a kiss and hug after they answer you. In addition, to be fair, if anyone asks you a question and you answer it, they have to give you a kiss and a hug. Does that should fair, girls?” Julie said.
Needless to say, everyone agreed with it. Then they all at once they starting asking me questions right away.
We spend the next fifteen minutes just kissing. There were always three questions going on while I was kissing the last person. When the next person started kissing the other three asked a question. I could hardly pay attention to questions when I was kissed like that. They had to ask another question until there was a backup of questions. You just cannot think straight when you are being kissed like that, or think at all. I also noticed that whenever it was Karen’s turn, she was starting to get hands like an octopus. A practice that was soon copied by the other three, they were starting to roam over my body. I guess that Karen could not wait for a strip search later.
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Getting the shirt was easy. A light purple shirt (They called it lavender) was easy. It did button up on the right side, but it still looked like a girls shirt to me.
I will never understand why they have 10 million names for colors. I think that they should all be numbered for the amount of red, green and blue that makes up the color, then you can say I want a 45% Red, 2% Green and 53% Blue shirt. It would sure make it easier to get the color you want I bet.
We spent two more hours just walking around the mall. The girls bought very little but looked a lot. They said it was just the fun of being in the mall window shopping and looking. They also tried on a couple of dresses, skirts and blouses. I tried to get them to try on bikinis but they all said no. If I wanted to see them, then we would have a pool party in the future and then we would all have to wear bikinis, including me. I said, “why not”.
At one point we went into a store that sold wigs. They tried to get me to buy a wig saying that it would make my Mom happy to see me come home in one. I was not tempted. They reminded me that the more that I came and went dressed as a girl, the happier that Mom would be. It was a consideration. They finally got me to try on a couple. The girl behind the counter didn’t understand the conversation I’m sure. Nor understand it was a guy was trying on wigs.
After the mall we left and started home. While in the car, before we got back, I had to change into those pants. It was not easy getting them over my bum. I was completely changed a block from home. The girls stopped and put all of my boy clothes in the trunk for this Friday when I could use them again.
I was not happy going home. But I knew now the path that I was going to take for my life now. But it still depended on one of the 10 ladies from the bar. It was now more important than ever that I learn what they wanted and needed in life.
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When I got home the first thing that Mom said asked was “How did you like going shopping with the other girls, Alice?”
“It was OK, Mom, but I didn’t like all of the women’s clothing stores that we went to. It got kind of boring after the first couple. Why don’t girls just go in and get what they want and be done with it? Why do they have to look at fifteen dresses? I mean a dress is a dress, there are only so many ways that you can cover yourself up. After the amount of shopping that the girls did, they should have enough dresses till they die.”
Mom just laughed. “Alice, guys play sports to learn how to face the world after they leave school. Girls learn to shop. After all it’s the mothers and wives that have to buy everything that the family needs. You won’t find many husbands going grocery shopping. They would rather watch football on the TV when they get home. So it’s up to the girls to learn to do that. That’s one of the reasons that mothers let their daughters go shopping. It’s just like cooking, sewing, or any other chore that they have to learn how to do to make the family work. It’s the wives’ responsibility to learn these things, Alice, and now, it’s one of the responsibilities that you are going to have to learn. It’s all part of being a woman, and now you’re a woman and have to learn it. You are also 17 years late in learning all of the things that you need to know that girls already know. Being a pretty face is good for getting a man, but you have to have some depth after that to keep one. Remember that Alice. I am glad that we are having these mother-daughter talks. I think that it would have been better learning them while you were young, but now you are going to have to learn them very quickly, Alice.”
“Mom, I don’t want to be anybody’s wife. I’m happy being a guy.”
“Alice, I thought that that we had already settled that. You don’t have the right equipment to be a guy any more. You are now a girl. You have girl equipment. Eventually you also are going to have breast. You’re going to be a young woman soon, Alice. Accept it and move on.”
“Yes, Mom” I said, thinking it’s easier to just appear to go along with her agenda while doing my own agenda instead.
I went up to my room and removed the outfit that Mom had made me wear outside. I then put on the shorts and T-shirt since they were the least offensive of the available clothes that Mom let me have.
Dinner was a somber occasion. I was hungry after a day of activity. It had been such a long time since I had exerted myself so much. I just realized that I had not had any workouts at home since the accident.
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The next morning Mom shook me awake. “You have to get up and get dressed. We have an appointment with your school counselor this morning. They called yesterday and need to see you before you go back to school on Tuesday.”
That was news to me. But I guess it was time for me to go back to school. So I got up and put on jeans and a T-shirt. Mom gave me sour looks and was not too pleased but I was not going to wear a dress back to school.
We arrived at school at five minutes to nine and went to the school office. After Mom talked to the school receptionist we went right in to Mister Owens office.
“Please sit down, Mrs. Johnson. We have a little problem that we have to talk about. It is concerning your request to change your son’s name from Alvin to Alice.”
“Mom, you didn’t” I cried.
“What’s the problem Mr. Owens?” Mom asked.
“Well, the problem is that you want to change his gender from male to female, Mrs. Johnson,” He said.
“So what is the problem, Mr. Owens? Alice is a girl now,” Mom said.
I was almost in tears now. How could Mom do this to me!
“Well, I see a male in front of me, Mrs. Johnson,” He said.
“Mr. Owens, if Alice were to walk into the boys’ locker room and change into his gym clothes he would be raped because of what is not between his legs now,” Mom said.
Mr. Owens sat back in his chair and looked at me. I knew that I was in trouble now. He then leaned forward and picked up the phone on his desk and punched in three numbers. That meant he was calling someone else in the school. “Mrs. James, could you come to my office, please.” Of course we couldn’t hear the answer. “No, I need you right now, it is not a medical emergency but I need you to check a student for me. There is a question if the student is a boy or a girl and I need your professional opinion as to their physical attributes of this student.” The nurse said some more, then a “Thank you” was said and Mr. Owens put down the phone.
“We will check out exactly what you said, Mrs. Johnson, if that is OK?” He said.
Mom said, “Perfect, now while he is with the nurse being checked out. Let’s not waste your time. We can go over the changes in classes that needs to be made. You will find that Alice needs to have her records changed and new classes assigned. She cannot be in football because of her injuries. So we need to place her in classes better suited for her current situation.”
The nurse walked in the door at that moment. “Hello, how can I help you, Mr. Owens,” the nurse said.
“Would you please take this student and do a physical exam. There is some question as to the physical gender. I need to know which gym class and bathrooms that they should be assigned. If what Mrs. Johnson said is true, then Johnson can not go back into boy’s gym class,” Mr. Owens said while looking at my mother.
“OK, let’s go, Alvin,” The nurse said.
“It’s Alice now, please,” Mom interrupted
“Sorry, I was just so use to calling him Alvin. Lets go and examine you, Alice and see what’s what,” The nurse said.
I got up and went with the nurse. I knew what was going on and didn’t like it. Mom was forcing me to be a girl even for school. When we got to the nurse’s office she said. “OK Alvin, drop your pants and we’ll see what the big flak is all about. You’ve been in here enough times that I think that we are going to have to get a straight jacket for your mother since I have see you enough times to know what is between your legs already.”
“I’m afraid not, Mrs. James. I had an accident, and now my Mom is out to make me her daughter.” I had dropped my pants and underwear for her to see.
“Well, I can see that you are not the guy that I have put countless bandages on. I’m sorry, Alvin, but I’m going to have to tell Mr. Owens that you are not a boy. Just think what would happen if you were to change clothes in gym class now? The other boys would be all over you in a moment. I’m not happy with this at all. You are not going to fit in as a girl either. But I am going to have to tell Mr. Owens that you can no longer dress in the boys’ gym, or use the boys’ bathrooms. I’m not sure if using the girls’ bathroom is the answer either right now. But that’s Mr. Owens decision to make.” Mrs. James did not look happy right now. “Pull up your pants and let’s go back to Mr. Owens office.
We went back down the hall to Mr. Owens office and entered. Mrs. James said, “I have examined Johnson and find that he is not allowed to use the boys’ bathrooms or dress in the boys’ gym. Although he does have the attributes of a female between his legs, he does not have the normal breast development that is associated with girls his age.”
Mom piped up and said a little loudly, “SHE is a very late bloomer.”
“OK Mrs. Johnson, according to what you have said we are going to have to accept your decisions. Alice Johnson is going to have to finish school as a girl. That means that she is also going to have to meet the school guidelines by wearing the girl’s uniform.
Alice, that means that you are going to have to wear a skirt for the rest of the year. Those are school board rules, not school rules. I cannot make an exception. I didn’t make these rules, so I cannot make an exception to them for you. You are going to have to get a uniform before tomorrow when you have to come back to school.
For now you will be excused from physical activities with the other girls that would be a strain for you. But you will have to dress and shower with them. I suggest that you do so soon so that they will know of the changes that you have had and that you are now a girl with them. Is that understood, Alice? Your mother is quite insistent that others learn of your change in status and that you didn’t have any choice in the matter. You will have a new class schedule tomorrow morning. So come to the office and pick it up.”
I looked at Mr. Owens after that long speech, making sure that I understood all of it.
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Instead of taking me directly home, Mom and I went shopping. Or rather Mom went shopping and I had to tag along for the torture of it. Mom got me a complete girls school uniform, (Yuck!) including the required kit for gym, As if I was going to wear that skirt. We also got nothing but looks from the salespeople that sold us the uniform.
At first the salespeople were not even going to sell my Mom the clothes. But after Mom had a long chat with the manager of the store, we ended up with the clothes and a ten percent discount also. Mom was really mad after talking to the manager, and the manager didn’t look too happy either.
The rest of the day just passed me by. The next morning came too quickly. I had planned on ditching school. But Mom planned on taking me to make sure that I made it.
“Can we have Alice Johnson’s class schedule, please,” Mom asked the receptionist.
“I am sorry but we can only give students schedules to the student or their parents,” The receptionist said.
“I am Mrs. Johnson and this is Alice Johnson,” Mom said.
The receptionist looked at me for a long time. “Can I have some ID please?”
I pulled out my student ID that said Alvin Johnson and a picture of me on it and gave it to the receptionist.
“This say’s Alvin, not Alice,” The receptionist said. “Do you have a sister?”
“No” I said.
“There has been a slight change. If you would check with Mr. Owens, I think that you will find that Alice also needs a new student ID card.”
“Just a moment” the receptionist said as she dialed the phone. “Mr. Owens do you know anything about an Alice Johnson.” “Yes.” “OK.” “Are you sure?” “Yes I will, but I don’t think it’s right.” The receptionist hung up the phone.
“Step over there, Alice, and let’s get a new picture for your student ID.”
I stepped up to the line and got a new picture. The receptionist went back to her desk with the picture and in no time I had a new student ID.
“OK, This is your new class schedule,” The receptionist said, and handed me my new schedule.
Period Teacher Description
1...........Ms. Sams..........Advanced Home Economics
2...........Ms. Thermopolis...Girls Gym
3...........Ms. Jones.........Typing and Office Skills
4...........Mr. Diddle........American History
5...........Ms. Kims..........Women’s Studies
6...........Mr. Bird..........Algebra II
I couldn’t believe it. This was impossible. There was no way that I was going to these classes. Just then Mr. Owens came up behind me. “I’m going to walk you to you class just to make sure that you get there, Alice.”
I looked at him “You don’t have to do that, Mr. Owens, I am sure that I can find the classroom,” I said.
“But I have a few words to say to the class, Ms. Johnson. So if you don’t mind let’s not be late to your first day,” he said.
The ‘Ms. Johnson’ didn’t go un-noticed by me. I was fuming. I couldn’t ditch school either. Not with Mr. Owens taking me.
“Sometime today, I need you to get all of your school books from your old classes and bring them by my office. Your mother said that you’re not going to be going to your old classes anymore. I know that this is going to be hard. I also know that you are going to get a lot problems with other students over this. But our hands are tied. The parents have the final say after all. We are supposed to only be teaching you. Here we go, “He said as we walked into the class and made me sit at the first available seat.
Ms. Sams was giving me a dirty look. “Mr. Owens we are not going to have some fruitcake in my class, or some football prank either. You can just take him out of here now.”
“Ms. Sams I assure you that this is not a prank and that Alice Johnson is not some fruit cake, now if you will just read this and then also read it to all of the students in your class then it will clear up a lot of misunderstandings before they happen,” Mr. Owens said.
Ms. Sams started reading the paper that Mr. Owens had given her. After a while her face muscles softened and by the end she looked like she was ready to cry. “OK, I’ll read this to the class and make sure that they understand it.”
She then went to her desk and sat down and took a tissue from her desk to dry her eyes. She then read and re-read the note that Mr. Owens had given her while the rest of the class filtered in and sat down. I just waited with my head down hopping that no one noticed me. No such luck, I could hear a lot of cuss words and comments that I’ll never repeat.
After one was a little too loud, Ms. Sams rose her head and said “That will be enough of that. I want silence. The next person that says anything will fail this class.”
Ten minutes later she said, “I will read a letter from the Headmaster to the staff and students.”
To: Staff and students
Sometimes people get hurt. Some people break a bone, lose an arm, leg, or an eye. These hurt the student, and their families and loved ones. But we have one case on campus that is even worst than all of these. This male student has lost his manhood. Afterwards the doctors had no choice but to change what was between his legs to be that of a girl. Now I know that this will be funny to many, but just think a minute if this had happened to you. What would you be like, how would you feel. This student is doing everything that they can to fight against the problem and remain a boy. But they have no choice in the matter. They will be coming to school dressed as a girl. The school board’s dress code does not allow anything else.
“However any male student that thinks it is funny enough to take any action, verbal or physical will soon find themselves in a dress as punishment, which is allowed. I will find a similar punishment for the girls if they verbally abuse this student.
Now for the details. This student had an accident and they almost died. The surgeons had to operate to save the life of this student. Then plastic surgeons operated to make this student have female parts between their legs. This student then had to learn how to walk again, as well as many other simple things that we all take for granted. This student is still learning how to be a person that is accepted by anyone for who they are now. Being accepted is not an easy task. So I expect everyone associated with and who knows this student to help them as best they can to adjust to their new lifestyle. They did not want to change. It is being forced upon them. But that does not mean that you cannot help them adjust. Just think if you had a problem, wouldn’t you want others to help you, even if you didn’t ask for help.
“This student is in this classroom. They don’t want to be here. It’s not their choice. Now I expect everyone to help them out as much as they can. Any questions,” Ms. Sams asked.
Polly asked, “Are they going to like use the girls’ bathroom?”
Ms. Sams looked over at me and I nodded my head. “Yes Polly, they have to use the girls’ bathroom.
“Like are they going to like us the girls’ gym also?” Polly asked again with out raising her hand.
Ms. Sams looked over at me again. I nodded and lifted my class schedule to her.
She started over to my desk and said, “Yes, she is going to go to girls’ gym. In fact she will be in girls’ gym next period.”
“Do you mean like he will be showering with us like and seeing us like and everything?” Polly asked.
“I am sure that during gym you are going to be checking HER out move than she will be checking you out, Polly. Who here has gym next class?”
Three students raised their hands. “Well, I will excuse the four of you early so that you can get to gym and straightened out. Now let’s get back to our projects. This week we started sewing. So has everyone gotten their patterns for their dresses?” Half of the class raised their hands. “Susan, why didn’t you get your pattern?”
“Well Mrs. Sams, I couldn’t find just the right one for the Christmas dance,” Susan said.
“Well you know that everyone has to sew their Christmas formal for this year, Susan. So get on the ball, if you mess around, you’ll fail this class. I suggest that everyone get a partner and go down to together to April’s Fabrics and get yourselves a pattern,” Ms. Sams said.
What? I was going to have to make and wear a stupid dress for this class! This was too much. I decided that I was just going to fail the class.
The rest of the class was for the girls who already had patterns and material. You could see that they were so excited about their dress. So while they worked at the tables, other girls helped by moving the material around for them and holding things. They also spent a lot of time pinning the pattern to the material. I tried to stay out of the way. But just before class ended Mrs. Sams got me and told me “You are in this class now, Alice. So I expect you to also do the class work. That includes finding a pattern at the fabric store and material for the dress for a Christmas formal.”
Just before class ended Mrs. Sams said, “OK, you four girls that have PE next please clean up and get ready to go early. I am sure that the PE teacher will have a lot of things that need to be checked before her class, so let’s make it easier for her. When you are all cleaned up, I want you all four to go together, and make sure that all four of you get there. Do I make myself clear?” Three girls answered yes, but I wasn’t so sure I wanted to get to the gym class.
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I was sure that second period was going to be as bad as first. While walking to the girl’s gym area the three girls made sure that I walked either with them or in front of them. The one time I stopped they stopped, turned around, and waited for me. I wasn’t going to get away with ditching this with out causing a lot of trouble. At the girls’ gym door I stopped. I wasn’t going to go in there. I had too many years of it being taboo. When I said, “There is no way that I’m going in that door.” The other girls stopped with me, and then one of them said. “OK Alice, we can just go in the teachers door today. I’m sure that she won’t care today. I bet that she will even be pleased that we did.” So we walked around to the side.
Ms. Thermopolis was already in her office. The three of the girls waited at the office door while making me go in first. I slid just inside the door and waited. The other three girls came in behind me. “I’ll go get Ms. Thermopolis while you wait here.” And Susan was off like a streak of lighting. Soon Ms. Thermopolis and Susan were coming out of her office down the hall.
“Well I think that you had better change in my office today,” Ms. Thermopolis said.
“You mean that you want to check me out first,” I said.
“Yea, something like that, Johnson. After all it’s not going to be easy to let you change clothes in a room full of girls. Not after playing on the football team,” She replied
“Well then how about if the three girls go and get their kit to change into, and then I can change in front of them in your office, while they decide if they want to change in front of me? That way they will spread the rumor if it’s true or not,” I said.
“That sounds like a reasonable idea, Johnson, so why don’t you three girls go and get your clothes and meet us back in my office.”
I walked down the hall into Ms. Thermopolis office. “Is it true what I read in the memo? Did you really have an operation to cut your dick off?”
I thought a little crude, but true. “Yes, they had to do a lot of surgery down there and also on the stomach.”
“OK, I hope that your changing into a girl works for you, Alice. It is not going to be easy. I already have the girlsfeed back about how they are going to get even with a pervert,” Ms. Thermopolis warned me.
The three girls were in the door almost before we were.
“Well I guess there is no easy way around this.” So I started to take off my clothes, tops first, then the skirt, while they watched. I felt like crying. I now knew what girls felt like when guys stripped girls with their eyes. By the time I was down to my panties I could see it in the shock of the girls eyes.
“She’s got a pussy” Shelia exclaimed.
I covered my face with my hands.
“But she doesn’t have any breast” Susan said.
“Yea, but it’s what between your legs that makes you a girl or a boy,” Shelia said. “So Alvin’s a girl”
“Her name is now Alice,” Ms. Thermopolis said and continued with: “I am sure that you heard the memo from the Headmaster this morning so there should be no excuse for your surprise and comments, Shelia.”
She the continued, “After you get dressed I want you to all move your lockers together at the end of the changing room. It is private there, but I am sure that today there are going to be a lot people watching Alice change back into her school uniform. You three gather up her clothes and here is her lock. Now off with you and you can tell the other girls what you have seen and that when she showers with the rest of you I am sure that she will put on another show for you.”
“Today I want you next to me all day. Until you are better, you are my official helper. I know that you are normally stronger than any of the girls but your mother said that your doctor wants you to take it easy. And right now that means to me no activity other than walking around, Alice, is that clear? You and I are like pawns in a big chessboard. We don’t get a say in what goes on. We just have to follow orders. Neither one of us might like those orders but we are both forced to follow them.”
“I have to follow what the Headmaster tells me to do, the Headmaster has to do what the Superintendent tells him to do, and the Superintendent has to do what the School Board tells him to do, and the School Board has to do what the people want them to do to get elected again. Everybody has someone telling them what to do. So none of us has any option, Alice. We all just have to follow someone else’s rules and do them till we can change them.”
“Today we are playing netball (basketball), and you will be the referee.”
“But I don’t know the rules that well! It’s not something that I’ve played,” I said.
“Well, Alice, now you are going to have to learn the rules, really fast, so your homework tonight is to find out where players can and can not go at least.”
The memo was read again before class while the girls were all lined up waiting to see who played who. I was embarrassed again. Ms. Thermopolis added afterwards “I can not tell who that student is, but I think it is not hard to guess. So if you are a little shy or scared today, I think you might catch a glimpse of that student in the showers today at the west end of the gym. That is where that student will be taking a shower from now on. And since we do not have private showers, everyone just might get a chance to see this person and make up their own judgment as to whether they should be showering in the boys showers or ours. If you have problems with it, I suggest that you go see your counselor after class today because there is nothing that can be done about it. I will be willing to talk to anyone that still has a problem after class today. Any questions?”
“Do you mean that we have to shower with a boy, today Mrs. Thermopolis” Someone asked.
“Well, SHE can not shower with the boys anymore, now can SHE. And today I will let you go to the showers earlier than usually so that you will have the extra time to get showered. I am sure that there will be some questions and discussion through out the school classes. If you have any problems, the school counselors are all waiting for people to rush to them asking for help and clarification.”
It was fun watching the girls play.
It didn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out that the memo was about me. It was hard to miss me. I looked like a guy in drag more than a girl. (Even though there were some pretty bad looking girls, you could still tell that I was a guy in a dress.)
Ms. Thermopolis blew her whistle and motioned everyone to hit the showers. As I was walking by her she said “I expect that you will have a lot of girls wanting a look at you today. So don’t try to hide anything away. It’s better that they know now and get over the rough part for the next couple of weeks instead of dragging it out of months till the end of school.”
“Yes, Ms. Thermopolis,” I replied.
In the girls locker room I noticed that none of the girls were getting undressed (not that I blamed them) and they were watching me carefully. I went to the end and got undressed. By the time that I was down to just my knickers there were a lot of wide eye girls in the aisle. (I was later to learn that there was only four with a locker in this aisle). I went to the shower and washed off. I didn’t really need it, but I stayed in the water, making sure that I faced outward so that the steady stream of girls could have a look at what they needed to see. It was hard to wash my short hair so long. I was sure that I would be a prune if I stayed much longer. I finally had enough and started out. Someone handed me a towel. “Thank you very much.”
“Why does your stomach have so many scar’s on it,” A girl I never remember seeing asked.
“That’s where most of the damage was. They were barely able to get enough skin together to close the wound.”
“That’s going to make your bikini look so bad,” She said.
“I don’t intend on ever wearing a bikini,” I said.
A couple of girls came around the corner holding a wig. “A couple of the girls thought that this might help a little. Since you don’t have any choice in the matter, we felt that this might help hide you some from being so noticeable,” She said. It was a long blond wig that would fall just below my shoulders. It was something that my Mother would love.
“I’m sorry, I know that you mean well, but I really don’t want to wear it, thank you very much for the thought though,” I said, hoping that she would drop it.
“Hold it right there” she said as she disappeared around the corner.
I hear them before I saw them coming, around the corner came at least twenty girls.
“Well, since the memo said that you don’t have any choice in the matter. You don’t have any choice in this matter. You cannot go out and embarrass second period gym class. Since there were over ten girls that said that you should wear it, and only one of you, we win. You are going to wear the wig. Now since you are dressed, sit down while we put it on you.”
I thought about running out the door, but I didn’t think that I would make it. There were too many of them. Someone grabbed my schedule out of my hand. Two other pushed me down on the seat. I could have probably fought, but I didn’t think it would do any good against so many.
“I have her schedule. So ALICE, we will be checking on you. Between classes and making sure that you don’t pull off the wig between classes. Next she has Mrs. Jones, she’s cool, and then Mr. Diddle, he’s kind of touched in the head. Then Mrs. Kim, she’s really cool. Then Mr. Bird, I’ve got him and he is kind of spacey, so you had better have the wig on your last period.”
“Shouldn’t she have some makeup on, too,” someone said.
“There is no way I am ever going to wear makeup,” I said.
“I guess not today. We’ll just have to work on her for a few weeks,” someone else said.
There were way to many conversations going on by then that I couldn’t make out who said what, or even what they were saying. But someone did place the wig on me. Heavens knows where she got it. And then at least three of them started to brush it out. Enough seemed satisfied that they left and went back to their aisles to do whatever it was that girls do to get ready.
And only a third of the first day back to school was done.
Him-Lady or She-Male
Chapter 6 The problems of school never end.
Un-edited yet.
After Physical Education, I always had at least two girls with me going from class to class. They would chat with me in class and between classes. I couldn’t understand it. They all knew that I use to be the quarterback from the football team, but they didn’t seem to mind. Then again, they were not treating me as a guy, but then again, they were not treating me as a girl either. It was more of a ‘lets take care of this poor freak, because he needs lots of our help’ attitude.
When we arrived at Mrs. Jones class I was lost. All of the girls went right to a typewriter and started working. I finally went up to Mrs. Jones and said I was new. And introduced myself “Hello Mrs. Jones, I’m Alvin Johnson. And I have been assigned to your class.”
“Ohh, you must be Alice Johnson, well, welcome to Office Machines 1A, how fast can you type?” she asked.
“I can’t type Mrs. Jones.” I replied.
“None at all? How can that be, you mean that you have never typed out a report for any of your classes?”
“Well, Yes, but that was only on the computer, not a typewriter.”
“Now days everyone uses computer to do their word-processing. So what word-processor are you formulary with? Alice, and how fast do you type,” Mrs. Jones asked.
“I don’t know Mrs. Jones, typing fast was never a consideration to getting the reports done. I just typed,” I said.
“OK, lets set you up on a computer and then check how fast you can type. Then we can decide how to proceed.” Mrs. Jones said.
She sat me down and started a typing program on the computer. I was on about the third word when she stopped me. “Don’t you know how to place your hands on the keys, Alice? Is that the way that you typed your reports, with two fingers? We are going to have to start you at the beginning, Alice.” She reached over stopping the current program and starting another icon on the computers desktop. “Just read the directions and follow what it say’s. It will teach the proper way for you to type.” With that she went off to another student.
I started the instructions and was soon typing out strings of f’s, g’s, h’s and j’s. When the bell rang for the end of class, I had advanced to ‘fghj’ with all fingers on the keyboard where they belong.
Two girls came up to me “We all have Mr. Diddle next.”
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Mr. Diddle’s class was at the other end of school. We arrived with just a minute to spare. The first thing out of Mr. Diddle’s mouth was to me “What is this MR. JOHNSON, I’ll not have any perverted pranks from the football fools in my class. So you can just go back to what ever class your suppose to be in”
“I’m suppose to be in your class now Mr. Diddle,” I said.
“Well I’ll not have any nancy boys in my class either, so you can just take your perverted skirt to the office until you learn what is the proper clothes to wear under the dress code.” Mr. Diddle said this with a great deal of anger in his voice and body language.
Mr. Diddle was a beastly if ever there was one. I picked up my books and started out of the class to go to the office when I heard Mr. Diddle again “And just where are you going Ms. Avary?”
“Well since you don’t want any perverted girls in your class wearing skirts, I’ll be at the office also,” She said.
“I didn’t say that girl’s couldn’t wear skirts Ms. Avary, I said that football playing perverts shouldn’t wear skirts,” Mr. Diddle said.
“Well since Alice took a shower in Gym with us, I know that she is a girl. So since you sent her to the office for being a pervert for wearing a skirt, that must mean that all girls who wear school skirts are perverts,” She replied.
“Come back here and sit down Ms. Avary, and where are you going Ms. Aims?” Mr. Diddle said a little to louder.
“I don’t like you calling us girls perverts Mr. Diddly, I’m going to the office to see if I can get transferred to a teacher who does not consider girls perverts because they have to wear skirts to school Mr. Diddle.”
“Girls sit back down, Girls if you don’t all sit back down you will fail this class. Girls, GIRLS! COME BACK AND SIT DOWN.”
I looked back and saw a stream of the girls leaving Mr. Diddles class.
“Alice, wait up for us,” the girl behind me said.
I slowed down for her to catch up.
“I never did like Mr. Diddle. He’s was always a wank. When God made dweebs, Mr. Diddle was the mold that he made the rest from.” She then giggled as a couple more of the girls caught up with us.
I opened the door and let the rest of the girls into the office in front of me. Then I followed them to the receptionist’s desk.
“All of us girls would like to transfer out of Mr. Diddle’s class please,” Susan said to the receptionist.
“And what, can I ask, is the reason for this mass exodus?” she asked.
“It’s because he called girls perverts. He thinks that Alice is camping it up. None of us wants a teacher that thinks that a girl is a pervert.” Susan replied.
“And all of you girls are here for that?” she asked.
“I’m not, I’m here because Mr. Diddle sent me for dressing like a pervert.” I said.
“Ohhhh, I see the logic now. All of you wait over there for a minute while I get the Headmaster for this.” She then picked up the telephone and dialed three digits on it. “Yes sir, I have all of the girls from Mr. Diddle’s class out here, waiting to transfer out of his class, for calling girls perverts.” “I thought that you might”
“OK girls, the Headmaster wants all of you, in his office now please, except for you Alice, it is going to take me a little while to fill out the paper work for you dressing as a nancy boy. In fact it just might take the whole day.” She said as she was giggling.
The Headmasters office opened and he stepped out of his office. “Lets step into my office, and talk this over girls.”
“You just sit over there, Alice I think that you will be called in next.” The receptionist said.
“What about the paperwork, for Mr. Dibble sending me here?” I asked.
“Well, I’m just so busy, it will just have to wait.” She replied.
She then took out a nail file and started filing her nails.
She looked up at me then held up her hand to check her nails. “What do you think Alice, Is pink or red a better color nail polish for evenings?”
“How would I know? I’ve never worn any nail polish. I don’t really understand why girls wear it.”
“Girls wear it to look cute for boys, and since your still more boy than girl, you would be the best person to ask. You are the only one that is, how should I say, from both sides of the fence.”
“Just because I have to dress like a girl, doesn’t make me a girl,” I said.
“Has the girls been after you for which boy likes which girl yet?” She continued the conversation.
“No one has really talked to me, and I have been busy trying to stay out of trouble.”
“Why don’t you try being the match maker, between the boys and girls for a while Alice. Your not going to bonk any of the guys any time soon, and your fanny can’t bonk the girls anymore. But you kind of know what boy fancy’s what girl, and the girls are just dying to find out if this or that boy fancy’s them. You are in the middle now, ‘Bob’s your Uncle’.”
The Headmasters office door opened, and out stormed the Headmaster toward me, well toward the receptionist. “I want a copy of the memo we sent out to all of Alice’s teachers this morning. Give it to one of the girls to take and him. Also write a memo to Mr. Diddle, ‘You will read this memo to your class. You will report to me after your last class today.’ Type it up now and let one of the girls, no make Alice give them to Mr. Diddle. I can’t talk to Mr. Diddle right now or I would fire him, on the spot. I need to calm down more. You girls get back to class with Alice.”
I couldn’t believe it.
“Alice, I don’t think that I have the paper work for being a pervert, so you just go back to class. Here’s the note from the Headmaster. So off with the lot of you back to class.”
We went back to class, well, half of the class, since half was already over.
“Mr. Dibble, The Headmaster told me to give you this note and to read his memo out loud in this class,” I said.
“Let me see his note, Alvin,” Mr. Dibble said.
Mr. Dibble read the note from the head master. “Are you saying that you not longer have goolies, but a fanny now Alvin.” Mr. Dibble said to me.
“Yes ALICE has a fanny now Mr. Dibble, she showered in the gym with us. We all saw she had fanny bits Mr. Dibble.” Susan said.
“I asked Alvin the question, Susan,” Mr. Dibble said. And then looked at me again.
“Her name is ALICE Mr. Dibble,” Susan interrupted again.
“Well is it Alvin or Alice then?” Mr. Dibble asked me.
“My mother changed my name for the school records,” I said. Not wishing to tell everyone that I really wanted to be called Alvin. But wearing a dress it sounded stupid being called a boys name.
Mr. Dibble handed me back the note from the office. “Read the memo to the class and me from the Headmaster then ALICE.”
I read the memo out loud from the Headmaster. It sounded strange, like it was about someone else not myself. It felt weird, to say the least. I wanted to explain things, but then again I wanted to sit down as quickly as possible.
When I finished I was able to sit down at last.
“Now to continue on with the interrupted lesson. Every turn your book to page 128 and continue with the introduction of concrete to the Roman Empire …”
I zoned out. The ending bell woke me up and I gathered my books. Mr. Diddle seemed to give me a look that would put me six feet under. It was lunchtime. The last thing that I wanted was to eat lunch. But Susan said, “It’s time to gossip, come on.”
“I’m not sure that I’m going to be any good at girl gossiping. I am sure that it’s an art that requires years of practice that I never learned.”
“Well you can start today. Since you have been in the boys gym, you can tell us all of the gossip that goes on in the boys gym.” Teresa said. We sat down at The Table.
We ended up at The Table. The Table was were all of the cool girls hung out. It was always off limits to mere boys. Half of the group sat down and the other half went to get prepared food trays.
“OK,” Teresa said. “First who likes who? Can you tell us?”
“OK, Tell you what, I’ll make a deal with you girls. You tell me who each of you fancy, and I’ll tell you if I know who that boy has a fancy on. We will trade one for one. And since I also know the guys on the football team I’ll introduce you to any of them that you have a fancy. That’s for standing up for me in Mr. Dibble’s class. Is it a deal?” I asked the group of girls around me.
“We couldn’t have asked for a better deal Alice, come on, we are going to need to make up lists and lists of boys for you to talk to. You know it is not proper for a girl to ask a guy out. But you’ve just been a boy, so if you could, you know, break the ice between us that would be worth almost anything. You don’t know how much we just sit and talk about boys during lunch. But we are just scared of rejection to actually talk to them, and be forward. Then they might just be making a conquest of us, if we talk to them first, and not really wanting us for us. You know what I mean?” Teresa asked.
“Why don’t we do it one person at a time? Who is it that you like? And are they on the football team?”
“I like Bob DeBough!” Jill said. “Who does he like?”
“I don’t know Jill, why don’t I go and ask him?” I said.
“You can’t do that!” Jill yelled.
“Why not? He might like you, or he might like someone else that can’t stand him. So if I ask him we can at least find out. I can walk up to him and say. ‘One of the girls likes you, but wants to know who you like.’ Then I will come back and report. If you’re not in his little black book, then you know that you need to get noticed by him. It is a start of getting people to notice each other.”
The girls looked at me like I was the plague. “You can’t just go up to a guy like that,” Susan said.
“No, you can’t go up to a guy like that, but I can. Remember I was a guy till yesterday, when they changed my records to make me a girl. So I’m still a guy to the other guys, but just a nancy boy that camps it up.” I said. “We could try it, what could it hurt? Only I would really know who likes whom. This way no one would get hurt. I would protect everyone’s feelings.”
They looked at me cautiously. This was a new idea of talking directly to the boys. It must have come from years of mistrust between them and the boys. I know that boys would try to get the attention of a girl by flipping up their skirt. Something I know now, was the exact wrong way to get a girls attention.
“Let me try it once and see what happens?” I said.
“OK, go ask Bob DeBough who he fancy’s” Jill said.
“OK, I’ll be right back.” I said.
I walked to the other end of the cafeteria where the football players were.
“Well if it isn’t tinker bell” John James said. I always hated him. He was a bully.
“I’m here because some of the girls wanted to know if some of the football players liked them. Since I use to be a football player, they believe that I would know, or else, I could ask with out hurting anyone’s feelings. I also promised to introduce them to any football player that liked them.” I said.
“Why should we tell a nancy boy who we like?” John asked.
“Because you might get to first base with a girl easier if she likes you back.” I said, knowing that was what most boys wanted from girls.
“You mean that the girls want to chat us up and get bonked?” John asked.
“I am sure that some want to John, but then again, I am sure that most of them want to get other things, like, ohhhh, a good friend to go on dates with and just chat. But how will you chat up anyone if you never ask them?” I rationalized.
“OK, I like Jenny Bizer, Tell her that I’ll bonk her this Friday,” John said.
“I don’t think that Jenny wants to bonk with a wanker this Friday John, so you’re just going to have to wank alone I’m afraid, but I’ll ask her, and I’ll also ask some of the other girls if they want to be chatted up, and then bonked by you, just before you get them pregnant. Is there anyone that is serious about seeing if a girl wants to go on a date with them? If you tell me, then I can ask them whom they would go out with. Eventually everyone gets a date from someone.”
“That’s really sad Alvin,” John said. “I just realized that you’re the last one on the list, so the last guy would have you to bonk! Ha ha ha ha!”
“Nope, that’s what makes me the go between, I’m a guy with a fanny. I’m not interested in bonking other guys, and I lost my bits to bonka girl. Any takers? James, Julian, Bob, Sam, any girls you fancy that you want me to talk to. I can see if they would go out with you? One girl told me she wants to go out with one of you, but doesn’t want him to know until he asks her. She’s to shy to ask him directly. What will it be? Are you on the sidelines, or in the game? Write down who you would like me to ask if she would consider it, then no one gets left out. Last chance before I go back and tell the girls that your’ all benders.”
“Tell Janice that I’d chat her up.” James said.
“But would you take her to a flick, and maybe snog with her?” I asked.
“Yea, I’d snog with her in a nanosecond,” James said.
“OK, I’ll talk to her. And you other three, you can write it down and slip it to me so no one knows.”
I looked over the three football players, I knew that they wanted to say something, but there was peer pressure to not say anything. John had made that clear.
“Slip me a note later then, Bye” and I walked back toward the girls table. The receptionist was right, there was a wall built up between the boys and the girls in school. Twelve years of forced separation in school, has caused an invisible wall between their interactions.
As I got back to the table I sat next to Janice, and close to Jenny. “John said that he’d like to bonk with you this Friday Jenny, I suggest that you bring a tazer rod with you and apply it to his balls when you first meet him. A razor sharp knife would be handy to cut off his boy bits and feed them back to him.” A few of the girls started to giggle and laugh softly. While the noise was noticeable and covering the conversation, I whispered to Janice, “James said he had a fancy toward you, and would like to see a flick. He seemed interested, and said this out loud in front of the guys. So do you want me to have him ask you?”
Lunch bell rang just then. I still had two classes left today, still my first day back to school. It was a busy day.
“Yes, Alice, if he ask me to a flick, I’ll go, but if wants to bonk me I’ll cut his bit off.” Janice said.
I went back to the football players table, James and bob was still there. “James, Janice said that she’d like to go to a flick, but if you try to bonk her she’d cut off your bits. No one liked John’s idea of a date.”
“When do I pick her up?” James said.
“You’ll have to ask her out, James, she has already said yes, but you must play the game by the rules.” I said.
“What rules?” James said.
“You’ll learn, I have to go to class. So Bob is there someone that you like?”
“Yes, I like Jill.” Bob said.
“Well she has also told me that she would say yes to a flick, so ask her,” I said as I left the cafeteria
End
Him-Lady or She-Male
Chapter 7 Good days, and bad days.
Ms. Kim’s class of Woman’s studies was interesting. It was interesting only because it would never happen to me. It was about marriage and family through history. If I got married it would be as a husband, well not as a bride to a husband anyway.
Mr. Bird’s algebra II class was not to bad. I already had his class last year. I guess that my Mother made a mistake here. I was taking pre-calculus before, so this class was a breeze.
After class as I was walking through the parking lot to go home,
Polly said “Hi, are you going to the fabric store after school to get a patter to sew?”
“I am trying to forget about that. Does Ms. Sams really expect me to wear a dress to a formal dance? That seems insane. Does she also expect me to have a date?” I was getting mad again.
“Well it is usually the way that it works. If you need a date I’m sure that we can find one for you. But if all else fails, you can always go alone. It’s not something that any girl would want because it shows that no one wants her. A fate worst than death for a girl.” Polly said. “If you want you can meet the rest of that haven’t got our pattern yet. Well be there for hours I’m sure. So see you there Alice.”
She drove off and I started walking again. It was just a couple of minutes to home. I was glad of that. Walking anywhere it a skirt was not high on my list of things that I wanted to do.
When I got home I called Janice. I knew that she was always home, because she worked from home.
“Hello Janice, I just had to talk to someone. I knew that you were home, so I called you.” I started.
“Well hello, Alvin, it is always a pleasure to talk to you, so what is it that has you so upset today?”
“Today was the first day back to school, and everything that could go wrong has gone wrong. First my mother registered me as a girl, and then the Headmaster made me wear the girls dress uniform, then the first period I have home economics, I found out that I have to sew a formal dress for the Christmas formal, second period I had to be nude in the girls showers while all of the girls checked me out. Third period I have to learn how to type, forth period the teacher kicked me out for being a pervert, fifth period is women studies, not something that I had ever wanted to study, and last period was algebra II, which I passed last year with an A plus.”
“I guess that you had a busy day Alvin, so who are you inviting to the Christmas formal? And what kind of dress are you going to make? You could make one that looks like a tuxedo, and then invite one of your ten admirers to go with you. I am sure that any of us would want to go because none of us had ever been able to wear a dress to our school formals.”
“Janice, if I could I would invite all ten of you to join me at the Christmas formal, It’s not something that I want to go to dressed in a girls formal.” I said.
“That sounds like a date Alvin, I’ll call the others and tell them that you invited us all to your Christmas formal. That you very much, you are just so sweet.” Janice said.
“What? I can’t take ten dates to the Christmas formal. I don’t think that it’s allowed. And what is going to happen when we all show up in formal dresses?” I started to giggle. “I can just see it now. The eleven of us getting out of our Limo at the dance, and having ten girls, when most of the guys can’t even get one girl to go with them. I wish that I could do it, but I’m sure that there must be a rule against it.”
“Well Alvin, you have to worry about that later, right now you have to get a dress pattern don’t you? Get one that looks like a tuxedo on the top, and then has pants on the bottom that looks like a formal dress. No one can tell buy you, but its what you know that it is, not what it appears to be that would be important, isn’t it.”
“Yes, I guess your right, it’s what I am, not what others see me to be.” I said. “OK, thank you Janice, I needed to talk to someone. Now I’ll go get a pattern like you said, and I’ll see you Friday.”
“Bye Alvin, and good luck.” Janice said, and I heard her hang up the phone.
I went downstairs to find mom. “Mom I need to go get a pattern at the Fabric store today for class tomorrow. Tomorrow is the last day that the students were suppose to have their patterns.”
“What is it that you’re getting a pattern for?” Mom had to ask.
“We have to sew a formal dress and wear it at the Christmas formal for school dance.” I said, knowing somehow that Mom would love it.
“That’s great, let me get my purse, and I’ll take you right now. We’ll go to Fabric Barn, because they will have the largest selection of patterns anywhere.”
With that she was a whirlwind of activity. We were on our way in no time at all. The Fabric Barn was in the next town, so it was a thirty-minute drive there. Mom played the radio on the way, and we drove in silence. I think that she was happy because she thought she was getting a daughter at long last.
I on the other hand was not pleased. I reflected about it my self. And I came to the conclusion that I was just not a quitter, in anything that I did. That was what made me a good football player, never quitting, and now this I was just not quitting; I was playing by everyone’s rules of what I should be doing. But it was time to change the rules a little bit at a time.
We looked at the patterns; I found just what I needed. It was a tuxedo costume in the Halloween patterns. I could just add it to any dress that I made. Next I found a pattern for a dress that was really flowing pants with a jacket that had long sleeves and high neck. If I put the two together, and made it in black, then it would be a girl’s tuxedo. I am sure that with the help of some of the girls, in the class, I could paste the two together and make it work for me. It would not be too girlish and feminine, or look like any boys tuxedo either. That should meet the requirements of the class very nicely, be agreeable with my Moms requirements of not wearing boy’s clothes, and still feel like it was a suit with pants. Not everyone would be happy with it, but no one would be so unhappy with it that they would say no either.
Mom agreed with me, she didn’t like the tuxedo tails that I wanted to put on the jacket, but I told her that ‘I wanted them’, they ‘looked so cool’. (OK boyish, but you had better believe that I wasn’t going to say those words to her.)
She also agreed with the material, I don’t know what kind of material it was, but she said it would be OK, but not the best for a formal dress. Girl’s formal dresses should be softer and flow better. I guess that the blue jean material that I fist saw would not have been acceptable to her. Oh well.
When we got home, there was a phone message from Janice. I called her back. “Hello, Alvin, guess what!” She was really excited. “How many guesses do I get?” I asked.
“None, I have been on the phone to the others, and we are all going to accept your invitation to the Christmas formal,” She said.
I didn’t remember inviting them all. “Did I invite you all?”
“Yes, you did, you said, and I quote ‘If I could invite all ten of you’ well, congratulations, you have just invited all ten of us to the Christmas formal. And we all accept, thank you very much for inviting us.”
“Let me get this straight, all ten of you, at the same time, are going to be my date at the Christmas formal? Is that what you said?”
“Yes, and guess what else?” Janice laid on me.
“There’s more?”
“Yes, we have all decided to rent the same white dress. That way no one will doubt that we are all your date.”
“Since I have to make and wear this class assignment, that means that I have to wear a dress, the teacher will be there to make sure of it.” I said.
“That’s OK, have you already got it?” Janice asked.
“Yes, Mom and I just got back, it’s going to look like a girls version of a Tuxedo.” I said.
“Perfect. So we will all be in the same white dress, and you will be in black. What could be better?” Janice asked.
“Well it could be better if I could wear a suit,” I answered.
“But since you can’t, this will be great. We all get to go to out, to our first high school formal dance, and you get to have ten dates. Karen is arranging to have a limo pick us up and then get you. I just don’t know how to hide it from your mom. She’s not going to be happy knowing that you are going with ten girls to the formal, instead of a boy, so you have to tell her, that none of the boys at school would go with you, so we are taking you instead, but wait till the last minute to tell her. That way she will think that you tried to get a date at least.” Janice said. I could just see the smile on her face.
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I was going to hate today at school. I was wondering if there was someway that I could be sick and not go. Was sick of school a valid medical reason to be excused?
After Mom came in and told me that I had to hurry and get ready. I finally decided it was no use trying to put it off. I was going to go. I couldn’t quit after just one day.
After breakfast, Mom again said that she would drive me to school. This was strange; Mom had never taken me to school, unless there was a storm.
During first period, I laid out my two patterns and show Ms. Sams what I was going to do.
“Well normally I would say no, but in your case I think that this will be just the outfit. I’m also going to have different students give you a hand in pinning it together and cutting out the pattern next week.
The class was rather boring. I had to pin the two patterns together to make it work.
Gym class held a surprise today.
“Alice, Mr. Dibble is wearing a dress today. The news is all over school. He’s came to school in a dress, and is teaching in it. Julie was in his first period class and said that he is not above rules either, the Headmaster said that anyone that does not treat students with the respect that they should have just might also end up in a dress as punishment also, and since he didn’t treat a girl with the respect that all girls should have, the Headmaster is punishing him for it. It’s hilarious.”
There was a noticeable change in the girls during 2ed period. They were laughing a lot while they played netball today. I could over heard a lot of them talking about Mr. Dibble. The were laughing about him being in a dress. I could only assume that the news was all over school by now. I could only guess that when I had come back in a dress, it was all over school by 2ed period also. I could only assume that him wearing a dress, and what happened yesterday was related. I bet that the Headmaster made him wear a dress.
2ed period was finished and we went to the showers. I was later than the rest because Ms. Thermopolis made me put all of the balls into a bin for next period.
I didn’t feel so self-conscious today. Only a few of the girls came and checked me out today also. I guess those were the ones that didn’t come yesterday, but came to see for themselves today. After all, seeing is believing.
Third period was almost the same, except Mrs. Jones had to call the girls to pay attention to what they were doing and cut down the chatter a number of times. I was also wondering about fourth period now, and what was going to happen.
I come within reach of Mr. Dibble’s class with great anxiety. I was in terror of what Mr. Dibble was going to do to me today. I was sure that he was wearing a dress. I was also sure that he was going to take it out on me. The Headmaster must have made him wear a dress. After all he had in the memo that he could punish students, couldn’t he also punish a teacher that way? Like, the Headmaster could do anything he wanted. Well except for killing a student, but sometimes you had to wonder about that to, students have just disappeared before.
I looked through the door, and there was Mr. Dibble standing behind his podium, in a yellow dress and stuff. I finally decided that I could not stay out here forever so I walked in, and went directly to my desk.
Mr. Dibble didn’t say anything today. He just looked down on papers on his podium. People were giggling and even laughing, but Mr. Dibble didn’t say anything, he just waited. Even after the bell rang, he still waited, for like two minutes, with out saying anything.
Finally he spoke, “OK, class, lets settle down and have a little less noise.” He then waited for the noise to stop. It took a lot longer than usually, but he didn’t tell the class to hurry up and be quit, like a teacher usually would.
“As you can tell I’m in a dress. The Headmaster gave me this punishment because of a misunderstanding yesterday. The first misunderstanding was that I thought that anyone that wore a dress was a pervert. The second misunderstanding was that I thought girls were perverts. The third misunderstanding was a statement I made that football players were fools and perverts. The fourth problem was that I failed to read to the class a memo given out by the Headmaster as he had instructed certain teachers to do. The fifth problem was that I failed to listen to students when they were trying to tell me the error of my ways. The sixth problem was that I hurt a student that has no choice in the way that SHE has to dress. The seventh problem is that I didn’t know any of this because I failed as a teacher in knowing about the students that I am teaching. So, the Headmaster is punishing me, he said he would do this to any male student that did not follow his instructions. I agreed to his punishment, to show that no one is above the law, which in this case is the Headmasters written instructions on his memo.”
He continued to ramble on, as teacher are want to do, “To address the misunderstandings of calling any student a pervert, I apologize to that student, The Headmaster has explained to me that that student in question does have any choice in the matter. That student’s parent is following the orders of the psychiatrist. Second to make sure that we all understand the problems of women, we will be learning about recent history of women’s advancement to equal rights as men. Second we will be learning about people of recent history that have had problems fitting in with modern society, we will be comparing that with the history of other peoples that have not fit into accepted society and what can happen. An example of this is the Jews in Germany before World War II. We will be having general discussions about this things.”
“For today, you can all address me as Mrs. Dibble, not to confuse me with my wife, who was kind enough to loan me her dress for today. And if she ever got my words on the wind, of calling anyone in a skirt a pervert, she is worst than the Headmaster, and will have me wearing dresses for a month.”
“Now about my statement about football players being fools. The Headmaster is making me tutor all football players with less than a C+ average. I am not sure if I can change my mind about football players being fools, not after I have been trying to teach them for twenty years. But at least for now, they will not be dumb fools. To make sure that they are not fools, any football player that I cant raise his grade above a C+ will not play football. That means that he will just be a dumb fool, not a football player. When raises his grade to above a C+, then he will be able to football again, but at least he will not be a dumb fool.”
“Any questions before we start our history lesson for today?” Mr. Dibble asked.
“Mr. Dibble,” I asked, “Are you wearing a dress because of yesterday?”
“Well Miss Johnson That is one of the reasons that I am wearing a dress. The major reason that I am wearing a dress is so that I can understand how students feel that are treated unfairly, as I treated you. You were just the tip of the ice berg, so to speak.” He said, but like most teachers, they don’t stop with a few words, when many more will do. “I have also been accused of not understanding students that don’t study, or that pass, what is to me, a simple test. So the Headmaster has insisted that I wear a dress so that I can understand what it is that you are going through. Since you don’t want to wear a dress, but are being made to, so am I wearing a dress even though I obviously don’t want to. Does that answer both your question, and you understanding of the reason for this masquerade that we are both being put through?”
“But Alice is a girl now” piped up Susan.
“I don’t think that Alice is a girl, Susan, Alice is still a boy in his heart. Alice has to use the girl’s bathroom and change in the girl’s gym because of what he looks like. So the rulebook says that Alice has to wear a dress. But does that make Alice a girl? We will be studying some people that call themselves transgender. These people are in the wrong body, just like Alice is now. Transgender girls are boys that want to be girls. They think that they are girls, and when they get old enough, they do every thing in their power to become girls. There are a lot of other psychological problems that people have to face and over come, one way or another. In Alice’s case the psychiatrist in charge has decided that the best thing for Alice is total emersion into woman hood. He hopes that this will let Alice lead a normal life as a woman. Since Alice does not have the parts of his body that makes Alice a male, instead of a she. This going to be our first topic for study, but instead of me lecturing everyone, we will open the class for discussion, but I have to warn you that you will be expected to do some research and a report on this topic, or another one that I will assign to you.”
“You mean that you are going to let us speak in your class?” Susan said.
“Yes, the Headmaster said that was one of the strategies that I was to implement into the study of history. So the question before the class is Alice a him or a her, and I think that the first person that we should hear from is Alice. So Alice are you a girl or a boy?” Mr. Dibble said
I had to think about it a moment. If I said a boy then I would be laughed at some time later for not having the right parts. But I did not feel like a girl. “I am a Him-Lady,” I said.
“What’s a him lady?” Johnny from the back row asked.
Anyone from the back row asking questions meant trouble. “I’m not a girl or a boy. Just because I had to have reconstruct surgery, to fix a problem does not change a person. It did change what I look like down there, but up top I still don’t look like a girl,” I answered.
“A very good point Alice, anybody else?” Mr. Dibble asked.
“But aren’t you going to get tit’s like a girl,” Johnny asked again.
“Yea, tit’s and a pussy makes you a girl,” Johnny’s friend said. “Everyone knows that. That’s what makes you a girl, just like a dick makes you a boy.”
“So Alice is a girl, we have all see her in gym class, and she didn’t have one of those boy things, she had a vagina, so she’s a girl, and not every girl had breast, some girls are late bloomers.” Susan said.
“Lets have a show of hands, how many think that Alice is a girl?”
About fifteen hands went up.
“OK, show of hands, how many think that Alice is a boy?”
About three hands went up.
“OK, that leaves twelve students.
“How many don’t know if Alice is a girl or a boy?”
About 5 hands went up.
“Any other options?” Mr. Dibble asked.
I raised my hand. “Yes Alice, what do you think that you are?” Mr. Dibble asked.
“I still think that I am a he-lady, because I have mostly girl looking body parts, but I’m still a guy inside.” I said.
“OK, how many think that Alice is a him girl?” Mr. Dibble asked.
About 15 hands went up.
“That means that some student voted twice. And it also begs to ask the question, can a person be both a girl and a boy at the same time?” Mr. Dibble asked
“What about people like both boy and girls?” Susan asked.
“An excellent question Susan, and that is what your report is going to be about.” Mr. Dibble said. “So the question is, does liking both boys and girls mean that you are not a boy or a girl?”
“What does who you like make a difference about what sex you are? Guys are gay because they are guys, if they were not girls would be normal.” June said. “And if they like, like both boys and girls, would that make them both or neither? That just doesn’t make any sense. So I say that who you like does not make you either one, it doesn’t mean anything when determining what sex you are, it all comes down to what a doctor finds between your legs.”
“Does anybody agree or disagree?” Mr. Dibble asked.
Johnny yelled from the back of the room “I agree, what’s between your legs makes you a guy or a chick.”
“Johnny, so you like chicks,” Mr. Dibble asked.
“Course, I like chicks, All guys like chicks.”
Would you date a any chick here then?” Mr. Dibble asked.
“Course I would.” He responded.
“Alice, Johnny wants to date you, how about it? According to him, you’re a chick, and he’d date any chick here.” Mr. Dibble said.
“Wait a minute, I would not date him, and he’s not a chick.” Johnny said.
“But you just defined what a girl was, and said you’d date any girl, so Johnny, why wouldn’t you date Alice, she’s a girl according to other girls in the class.” Mr. Dibble said.
“Because he’s a freak, that’s why, any guy that whack’s off his dick, and gets a pussy is just a freaking freak.” Johnny said.
“OK, we have another classification for Alice, we have Boy, Girl, a him her or both, and now a freak. This brings us into chapter 17, so if you would all turn your books there, we will discuss World War Two and some of the reasons that the Germans were willing to send millions of Jews to concentration camps and later to gas champers.” Mr. Dibble said.
The rest of Mr. Dibble’s class was lecture. No one had any thing to say after the first part of the class.
Mrs. Kims class of Women’s studies was however also a little livelier than usual classes. The girls wanted to talk about Mr. Dibble wearing a dress. They all thought that it was stupid for a guy to wear a dress. Which of course brought the discussion around to me wearing a dress.
“Then is it OK for Alice, here to wear a skirt?” Mrs. Kims asked.
“Of course it is, because Alice is a girl,” someone said.
“But what makes it OK, for Alice to have to wear a skirt and be OK, when Alice use to be a guy, and not OK for Mr. Dibble to wear a dress, when the Headmaster has said that he has to be punished, by wearing a dress for insulting Alice?” Mrs. Kims asked.
“Because he is a guy still, and Alice is a girl now.” Sue said.
“So only guys can wear skirts, that will be news to the Scotsmen that wear kilts, and aren’t they like a skirt?” Mrs. Kims asked again.
The class was silent. No one had an answer for that. So I said, “It’s not what you wear that makes you a boy or a girl. People are born either a boy or a girl. However some boys or girls are born thinking they are the wrong sex, and dress the opposite. And sometimes an accident happens that force the doctors to change the sex of a person. But it’s really what’s in your heart, which makes you a boy or girl. But, boys and girls wear the cloths that they think will be accepted by the people around them. If a guy started to wear a dress, he would not be accepted by anyone, and would be avoided by everyone as being a freak. So people wear what others accept as normal behavior for them.” This suddenly made sense to me now. I had to dress as a girl, because that was what people were expecting me to do at school, because I was turned into a girl to them. But I still felt that I was a boy inside. But to some people, like Johnny, I would also be a freak, no matter how I dressed. It also now made sense about my new friends from the bar. They were who they were. The collected themselves at the bar to be with people like themselves, that thought that each other was normal and not freaks. Because most other people just didn’t understand what they felt inside.
“People dress either as they have to around other people, to be accepted by them. Some people like soldiers, and me, dress like that are ordered to. But some people feel the opposite inside, so dress like they feel inside, instead of what they appear outside.” I added.
“That’s very good Alice, an example of the first, is everybody in this school. An example of the second, is soldiers, as Alice said, but also Mr. Dibble, and Alice. And an example of the third group would be what we call a cross-dresser. Now the first group also has a sub-group of people in it. Although dressed normal, some are very poorly dressed. They are not what we would consider high fashion. Boys are notorious for dressing poorly. While people in the third group are sometimes hard to tell they are cross-dressers. There are some cross-dressers that make better-looking girls than real girls.
“There have also been women in history that have dressed as men. That’s because in the past, a woman was treated more like property, than as a human being. You girls have no idea how lucky you are today, to not have to marry who ever your father said to marry. It high society of British and early America, people were very concern about it. You need to read a book called Pride and Prejudice to get an example of how woman were. Even in the late 1900’s woman were very concerned about getting the right husband to notice them.”
I zoned out again as Mrs. Kims lectured on. I was thinking about Friday again, and being able to be Alvin.
End
Him-Lady or She-Male
Chapter 9. The psychologist meeting at last.
“Alice,” Mom said. “I forgot to tell you last night, but you have an appointment this morning with the psychiatrist.”
“What psychiatrist? I’ve never seen a psychiatrist, what makes him want to see me now?” I raved.
“Well they called last night and said that you had an appointment today at 9:00 am. So get up and get dressed. It’s almost time to go.” She informed me.
“What do you want me to wear?” I asked.
“Wear your school uniform, you can go to school right after wards.” Mom said.
So I got up, did my morning duties to cleanliness and got dressed as usually.
Mom was waiting breakfast for me, and I rushed eating it. I was not feeling lady like at the moment.
We drove towards the hospital. I hadn’t been back here since my accident. It was creepy. However we instead went to a building next door, to the hospital, not inside the hospital. That was a least a reprieve. We went up to the fifth floor. There was a whole list of doctor’s names on the door. There must have been enough doctors’ name’s there to see half of the people in the city. I didn’t know that there were that many crazy people in the world! But, then who was I to talk. I was a guy that was a girl that thought he was a guy wearing a dress. I had to admit that you couldn’t get any crazier than that. After the standard checking in, we sat down to wait the dreaded Doctor Doom.
“This way Ms. Johnson. Just your daughter right now Mrs. Johnson, the doctor wants to talk to her first please.” The nurse said.
“This way please, her office is in the back.”
“Hello Alvin, I’m Dr. Carr, why don’t you have a comfortable seat, and lets talk for a while.” She said.
“We could talk about why you have me wearing a dress, and why the doctor had to make me a vagina instead of just making me a eunuch and staying a guy?” I said.
“Well then lets start with those then. You have a vagina because the doctors had to re-arrange your plumbing inside to let you pee. They could not just cut your penis off and make you a eunuch. As for you being in a dress, that was mostly you’re mothers doing which we are here to talk about. It was debated quite a lot, but was decided to not step in at the time. We were trying to keep your mother from a nervous breakdown at the time. Also, first, you could not go back into the boy’s dressing room for the rest of the year. This was to protect you from a beating from any of the boys; you know how they can be. Calling you a fag, and taking you out back was not something we wanted. A beating would have damaged your already delicate body, which needed time to repair it self. Second, you could not be allowed to have any activity that would be too strenuous on your own system. Third you needed to have some small exercises, but controlled, and not too much. Fourth, you were known to overdo exercise on your own, often, so a controlled environment was suggested. Fifth, you have a very strong natural self-concept of who you are. We felt that none of this would be too big of a strain on you. It was felt that you had no problem with who you felt you are, so a short period of time would be safe. Unlike transgendered people, who go through the first part of their lives with problems of not knowing who they really are, and not adjusting to how society wants to sees them? It was felt that you could handle a short period of time cross-dressing as a girl. This was mostly for your mothers state of mind, but also for your safety, in more ways than one. The cost was considered, and the benefit was weighted. And a decision was made to follow a plan that would be in the best interest of everyone, not just yourself. Even though it was harder on you than we wanted it to be, your mental health was of less a concern then your mothers at the time. You should know, that it was considered to remove you completely from your parent’s home. But we thought that leaving you at home, even having to cross-dress, was for the better of both of you.”
She continued on with “Now we also had to worry about your mother and her state of mind. She loves you very much. We do not have enough information about people doing SRS against their wills to know all of the pit falls. We do know that they have a higher rate of suicide than any other operation, even more than Transgendered people who want to change. We could only compare you to a transgendered person. They have gone their whole life from birth, learning, but being unstable. They have an idea of who they are, but one that does not match who society sees them as. Many of them commit suicide. Upon learning that you might commit suicide, your mother became frantic with protecting you. That has been her drive, and her problem. How we, that is you and I have a number of problems that we need to solve. So where do you want to start?” She finally asked.
She had given me a lot of facts and information, too much, in fact. There was no way that I was going to be able to come up with questions, much less answers with all of that thrown at me. “How do you know so much about me, when we have never meet?”
“That’s because one of your 10 girl friends is also one of my patients. I cannot tell you who she is, because of doctor, patient confidentiality. And I can’t tell her that I am also seeing you, for the same reason. But she has been keeping me informed of you, in great detail, as a matter of fact. So we have been keeping an eye on you from a distance, so to speak. Also, Dr. Chang has been seeing your mother almost every other day. But it’s now time to close that distance between you and us, and start repairing some of the problems and looking at long-term solutions. And that is why you are here today, not to solve anything today, but to get to know each other, and to start developing understand of the problems, and then start what changes we can, to solve those problems.”
“OK, I’d like to stop wearing dresses.” I said.
“Lets see, a guy, that use to be a quarterback for his high school football team, suddenly has to wear dresses. Now why aren’t I surprised that you want to stop wearing dress’s” Dr. Carr said with a big smile.
“So I can?” I asked.
“What would happen if you did?” she countered.
“Well for one thing, I could drop all of the dumb girl classes and go back to being a boy.” I said.
“OK, lets take them one at a time. Think about it, could you go back to boys gym, undress, let everyone see your pussy, and not expect some of the goons to meet you after wards, to bet you up. After all you do look like a girl down there now, don’t you?” She asked.
I had to think about it. It was a fair question. And I had to agree with her, I couldn’t change in the boys’ locker room. Just what she said would happen, would be what happened. That means that I would have to think about everything that I wanted to do, before I asked it or did it. It was not so simple. “I can never go back can I?” I asked.
“Not all the way back, we have to find some middle ground for you, you are no longer a boy, and you are not a girl either. We don’t think that you would ever be happy as a complete girl. Sometime in the future, after school, we think that you can still hide yourself as a guy. After school, physical examinations are not required everyday by those around you. So people will never know what you look like down stairs. Only a doctor that takes x-rays would know that you are male, and then he would know the truth, but think that you wanted to be a girl. A doctor that just examined you would think that you were a girl that took testosterone before puberty. Other than that no one would questions you.
We were hoping to get you to agree to live out the rest of this school year as a girl, and then after school is finished, when it would be safe for you, then start living like a man again, with some restrictions. Which we will discuss later, not today.” Dr. Carr said.
“OK, since I have to be and do like what I am doing, then why did you call me in?” I asked.
“It’s because there is a problem, now and in the future. And that problem is that you are now a transgendered person. Normally, transgendered people are born in the wrong body. We have learned to deal with that, by changing that person to look like the person that they think they are. But even with that there is still a problem with suicide. There are only a couple of cases like your own, and in almost every case the person suicide sometime in their life. So we, that is, you and I, have a large problem. Dressing up and pretending like you are a girl is nothing. Because you know that you are really a guy. But the despair and hopelessness that might overcome you is a problem. Most people have a lifetime to either accept that they are born in the wrong body, or change it. But you don’t have that time to deal with the problem. So we are going to have to start dealing with it together. Right now, you need to keep pretending that there is not a problem, and keep dressing as a girl, because that solves a lot of problems, that needs to be address. But you need to know that later, we can start changing a lot of those things. After school, you can start wearing male cloths again, because then, it will not matter. People accept that men and women both can wear male clothes. And you will know then that you are wearing the clothes that you should be wearing, not dresses. Now, can you accept this plan of action for now?” Dr. Carr asked.
“I don’t like it, but I understand it.” I said.
“And that is the question now. How much don’t you like it? Because it is important to me as to how much it is hurting you inside your heart. We both know that it’s no problem of what you wear. It is however a problem of how you feel about what you wear. We don’t want you to wear dresses because we want you to be a girl; we want you to wear dresses to force you to slow down, and to help with your mothers’ problem of caring too much for you that she has gone overboard. So how do you feel about it is what I want to know.” Dr. Carr asked.
“Well, if I don’t have to wear dresses forever, then I guess that I can do it. I of course don’t like it.” I said.
“Wee you know what I’ll do. I think that when we talk to your mother, that I’ll make it mandatory for you to keep seeing your ten friends every Friday. At least then you will have one night out a week where you can escape from you alter ego for a while. And if, sometime or other you or I can find ways, then we will get you out more often to switch identities. How does that sound?” Dr. Carr asked.
“It would be OK with me of course. It would be like un-cross-dressing for a change, wouldn’t it?” I said.
“Exactly, I think you understand the problems better than anyone now Alvin. Lets go into Dr. Chang’s office now and meet with your mother.” Dr. Carr said.
We left her office, and walked down the hallway. When we entered Cr. Chang’s office, it was a really big office. Mom was sitting in a chair, so I took a chair next to hers.
“Mrs. Johnson, this is Dr. Carr, she is the one that I was telling you about that will be talking to your child from now on.” Dr. Chang said. I didn’t miss that he called me a child, and not a son or daughter. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. He knew what was going on, all along and how to deal with it. I gave him brownie points, not because I was getting what I wanted, but because I felt that he was dealing with a bad situation.