In a world where social morals are disintegrating faster than the price of Toyota's stock shares comes the true story of a boy and his quest to shock the world. His name is Andy and he has a plan, one so shocking, so evil, the FCC won't let me tell you what it is on TV, Andy is going to become a girl... for no good reason at all! So without further adieu,

Andy's Strange Summer Or How A Guy Learned To Relax And Love The Panties

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Andy's Strange Summer Or How A Guy Learned To Relax And Love The Panties

I have always been a person who enjoys good fight, I enjoy making a scene for the sake of making a scene. I enjoy pushing the envelope, pushing buttons, challenging social norms and mores. Some call me a trouble maker, I call myself a free spirit. There isn’t a thing I won’t do, nothing I won’t say, a point I won’t argue, I am as free spirited as one can get. I had been pushing the envelope in school for many years by the time high school came to pass.

However, I was also curious to say the least. For the past few years I had wanted to get into girl’s panties, I wanted to see how they lived, what made them tick. Like any good investigative reporter I decided I needed to be imbedded in their culture to discover the answers to my many questions.

My mom for her part had thought it was an amusing idea and decided to go along with it. As with most of my projects, I went for the utmost realism. I had talked a doctor into prescribing me hormones for transgender teens and I had taken them religiously and they had produced some effects. My skin had grown noticeably softer and I had as much breast growth as many of the girls at my school. My voice had yet to crack so I didn’t have to worry about my voice changing as long as I took my ‘girl pills’ and any facial hair that might have thought about developing had been stopped cold, all in all I looked just like an average girl. I had been on the pills for most of the second semester at my old school and even looked like the girl I was pretending to be.

If you had never seen me before in fact you would have thought I was lying if I told you I was a boy. My hair had been growing all year and it had reached down past my shoulders, the auburn tresses had been trimmed and styled at my mom’s beauty parlor, all of the ladies there got a kick out of what I was doing. My body shape had changed a small amount from the hormones, my waist seemed noticeably smaller and my hips had grown a bit larger, they fit well in the pairs of girls jeans my mom had bought me for my ‘experience’. All in all I was to an uninformed eye a normal freshman girl in a new town.

I had also grown more emotional, it seemed like I wanted to cry really often but that was to be expected I was told by my doctor, he was really against this idea, he had done his best to dissuade me but in the end the threat of me self medicating forced his hand. The doctor had seemed really hung up on the fact that I hadn’t gone through puberty and he rambled about some irrational fear of me going through a girl’s puberty if I took the hormones too long. I wasn’t afraid, that wouldn’t happen. All I needed was to block my testosterone for a year and replace it with estrogen, only one year, after that I’d go back to being a man. Surely one year on female hormones wouldn’t put me through girls puberty to the point where I couldn’t return.

I had aimed for the ultimate reality experiment so I had changed everything about my life, I even redid my room. All of my sports posters had been replaced with pictures of boy bands (This made my mother nervous, she thought it would make me look gay, as if pretending to be a girl wouldn’t cross that line) I even painted my walls a soft pink and put up some flowery wallpaper and floral curtains. My old desk had been replaced with a nice oak desk with engraved flowers. A brand new vanity sat against the wall with more cosmetics on it than most actresses will ever see in their entire life. My subscriptions to Sports Illustrated and Playboy were replaced with CosmoGirl and Seventeen. I was going for realism. Even all of my books had been replaced, Stephen Ambrose made way for Jane Austen and other classic literature I had deemed too girly to read as a boy.

My old boy clothes had all been donated for two reasons, one to keep me from backing out and two, when the year was over, none of it would fit me. In its place was the girls wardrobe that girls would kill for. Skirts, dresses, sweaters, blouses, designer jeans, pantyhose, silk panties and bras, rows of shoes. It looked as though I had gone through the Macy’s and JCPenneys catalogue and ordered one of every girls clothes item. I really think that my mom had wanted a girl and this was her chance to have a daughter, even if it was only for a year and she was going to make the best of this opportunity to have a little mother/daughter bonding.

Part of the fun of this project would be the reactions. I was moving into a new school district in a new state where no one would know me. I would be judged only as the girl I appeared to be. I couldn’t wait to see their reaction when at the end of the summer they found out I was actually a straight guy. Heck, I’ll admit, I may be bi, I was curious to have my first kiss as a girl with a guy, I did want to find out what the other side went through and that was part of it, and I was curious.

So here I was, a boy who was taking female hormones and had basically changed his body’s hormonal balance into that of a girl in puberty, who was changing his body physically with some aspects that would have to be removed by surgery. I had purchased thousands of dollars of clothes and all to try life on the other side of the fence for a while. I was ready to spend my summer as Jessica!

Moving into our new house hadn’t been much of a problem, the only really hard part had been moving clear across the country to a very rural, agrarian community with very conservative folks abound. I wondered how they would take my little joke when it was over, I think I could hear the banjo’s now. One of our new neighbors, Mr. Davis, helped us move our furniture into the small one floor home. He stood about six foot, six foot one with cropped blond hair. He had a son who was my age, gulp, who took a liking to me.

My mother and I had both worn jeans and t-shirts but even so, with my hair very long and wearing girls jeans he had homed right in on me. He seemed very nice, but a little too proper. He had addressed me as ma’am and miss and had insisted on holding the door for me and such. While a little pampering is nice, he took it too far.

His name was Jerry and he was nice enough. He had normal length honey brown hair and was very muscular. He was country strong and he had a very nice farmer’s tan. I felt a small stirring in my groin even as my very tight gaffe held the little man back. I was going to have to watch those pesky feelings. For my part I had been very shy. I had blushed a lot, particularly when he called me cute and beautiful. I seemed at a loss of words as I shyly watched him move my stuff in the house. He seemed a genuinely nice boy, I hoped we would make good friends after the summer and well, during the summer too but not in exactly the same way.

So I had come to arrive in a new town, in the middle of the bible belt, a boy pretending to be a girl. Andrew had left California and by the time he had reached the Midwest, he had become a she, Jessica Storen had replaced Andy, a prissy girly girl had replaced the rowdy Andy. And I looked forward to it…

To Be Continued…

This was meant to be the preamble to a serial with different installments on the story, watching Jessica spend her summer as a girl and the difficult decisions her actions will undoubtedly cause. If this is an idea that you’d be interested in reading more of please leave a comment to that effect or vote. If you have a direction you’d like Jessica to take, feel free to tell me, I’m open to suggestions of any kind as long as they aren’t above a rating of R.

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El Guapo