Just in case you hadn’t noticed – this is an “Advanced Bru reader” story

My mother had always wanted to have a daughter that she could do all those girly things with. Unfortunately for me I only had two brothers and no sister and since I was the “pretty” one I was IT.

I just hated it when she brought home dresses, skirts, hose … and insisted that I wear it. And all those long hours when she taught me how to apply make-up, make the best of my hair and so on. I cringed every time she brought me to the Salon. It was so embarrassing!

So far I had managed to avoid wearing skirts or dresses to school but it was only a matter of time before she’d manage to wear me down. I was feeling my resistance weaken. The special diet to keep me dainty didn’t help. Neither did the vitamin supplements. Then my breasts started to bud.

I just hated it! I wished I could stop it some way. I considered going to the police but reluctantly had to discard that idea for various reasons. Just to start - my father is the Chief of Police.

Finally an opportunity opened up and I came up with a PLAN.

One Friday afternoon when my parents weren’t expected until later there was a bit of bribery, actually involving quite a lot of money for us kids. The deal closed I started to make my little brother into the prettiest little girl imaginable. All those hours learning make-up really paid off now. Some of my girliest clothes fitted him perfectly. Even the sandals with the three inch heels could have been made for him. He wasn’t bad walking in them either. The pantyhosed legs were really, really pretty with that little extra from the sandals. Bobby couldn’t have been prettier if he really had been born a girl. What I hadn’t told him was that Mom and Dad had called earlier and told me that they would come home early.

Bobby’s squeal couldn’t have been more girly when he saw Mom and Dad come into the kitchen where I was teaching him some elementary cooking (the damned kid was better at it than I!).

- Hi Mom! May I present your daughter Bobbie to you?
- Mary! What have you done!

I quickly exited. I didn’t want to spoil that special moment when a mother sees her daughter for the first time. I could see “that” look in my mother’s eyes.

From upstairs, with my door safely locked, I could hear the commotion. It took some time for my parents to understand that Bobby really WAS Bobbie. I knew that unless cornered he, or rather she, would never have admitted to our parents how she really felt. How she always had envied me my pretty clothes. How she always thought it such a waste that she who KNEW that she was a girl never got anything like that and that I, while genetically a girl but a confirmed tomboy, never wanted it.

After a while the loud voiced calmed down and I could hear crying, happy crying.

I counted the money Bobbie had given me to girly her up. That really had been the clincher. While I knew that Bobby had feminine traits I hadn’t been sure he was a girl until he begged me and was prepared to give me all that money to make him a “real girl” I hadn’t been sure. I also knew that he was way too timid to tell our parents. So by giving him that little extra push I also solved my problem. I really should use the money to give him a nice present. Perhaps some make-up?

As for my parents – I think I’ll give them some time to get used to the fact that their youngest child is transgendered before telling them that I really AM Marvin and not a just a tomboy.