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.