“Choices”

“Time to get up, sweetie,” Mrs. Hillman called from outside his bedroom door. “It’s 9:00 am and you have to be at the airport at 10:00 am.”

“I hear you, Mom,” John screamed brushing his shoulder length red hair out of his eyes. “I know what time it is and I’ll be ready when you’re ready to pull out of the driveway at 9:30. Don’t bother me for the next few minutes, I’m exhausted.”

John spent the next few minutes thinking about the pleasures he had experienced the previous evening. He, and his best friends, Mark Kirby and Alan Murphy, had spent their last night before their summer trip to Europe playing as a back-up band at a local nightclub. None of them had been particularly tall or athletic when they entered high school so they had formed a band when they were freshmen as a way of meeting girls. Today, John stood only about 5’ 10” and weighed at most about 160 pounds. Mark was 5’ 9” and weighed only 155 pounds and Alan was only 5’ 7” and weighed about 150 pounds. Lacking the size of their more athletic peers, the band had proven more successful than they had ever dreamed.

Last night was no different. Each of them found a girl in the audience who they invited back to their dressing room. They rarely had anyone ever turn them down. Tonight was no different and as usual, the girls never seemed to mind engaging in communal sex. John, Mark and Alan had a pattern established where they would enter their dressing room, pull down their pants and sit in their chairs and ask the girls to service them orally.

When the girls were finished their work, Alan looked up with a smirk on his face and said, “Thanks for your efforts, girls. That was wonderful but we have to ask you to leave because we have to get home to our girlfriends.”

“You guys are such assholes!” one of the girls shouted. “I hope you get your comeuppance some day.”

“Yeah, what goes around comes around,” said the other.

Afterwards, each of them found their way into their respective girlfriends’ homes and enjoyed a few more hours of sexual bliss before returning to their own homes for a few hours rest.

As John and his mother pulled into the airport, she turned and asked, “Is Kate meeting us inside to say goodbye?”

“No, Mom, why do you think I’m so tired this morning,” John replied. “I stopped by her house last night and allowed her to give me a send-off in style.”

“Well, I hope you enjoyed it because you won’t experience that again until you get home in three months.”

John laughed as he thought about how little his mother really knew about his sex life. Like mothers everywhere, Judy Hillman probably believed that her son was true to his girlfriend and never even thought of straying with other girls. “Mom, Dad along with Mr. Kirby and Mr. Murphy set up this trip so we could get away from our girlfriends. They don’t want us tied down with girlfriends when we come back for our senior year in high school. Don’t you remember Mr. Murphy telling us over dinner last week that we have to use our next few summers to “sow our oats”. Alan, Mark and I intend to use the next three months to fertilize as much of Europe as we can.”

“Now, stop that!” Judy responded. “You know I don’t like to hear you talk like that. Let’s go, I think I see Mrs. Kirby and Mrs. Murphy with Mark and Alan checking their baggage.”

As John lugged his backpack over to check-in, Judy walked over to say hello to her friends, Mrs. Kirby and Mrs. Murphy. “Oh, hi, girls! Don’t you both look pretty today.” She said as she quickly air kissed both women.

“Hi, Judy!” Lindsay Kirby replied. “I see John decided to join us. We struggled to get both of our little darlings out of bed this morning.”

Judy, Lindsay and Sally Murphy had been friends since high school when they each met their respective spouses. They continued that friendship since then as their husbands became business partners in a trucking and logistics business.

As their mothers chatted while waiting for the boys to check their backpacks and grab their boarding passes, Mark turned to his friends and said, “I love the short skirts that both of your mothers wear. I just want you to know that I’d have sex with either of your mothers and preferably at the same time.”

“I can’t believe you feel that way about my mother,” Alan laughed, “but I have to agree. I’d do both of your mothers as well. I sometimes fall asleep imagining them both giving me oral sex.”

After checking-in, Alan turned his mother and said, “Mom, time to say good-bye, we have to get in line at security.”

“Boys, come over here and give each of us a kiss,” Sally Murphy replied. “We aren’t going to see you for 3 months.”

“Now, I want all of you to think of us when you are traveling,” Lindsay Kirby piped in. “Please call us occasionally and let us know that you are safe and having fun.”

“And boys,” Judy Hillman inserted as she smiled at Lindsay and Sally, “Remember, your fathers won’t be there to bail you out if you get into trouble. So, make sure you always make the right ‘choices’ when you have to make decisions.”

“We will, Mom,” John replied. “We always make the right decisions.”

“Mother, you may still think of us as little boys,” Alan added, “but we are going into our senior year of high school in a few months and if Dad is correct and the girls are as eager as he remembers, this entire summer will be our initiation into manhood. You won’t even recognize us when we return.”

After kissing their sons and waving as they made their way through security, Sally turned to Judy and Lindsay saying, “Truer words have never been spoken. I don’t think anyone will recognize them when they return!”

Three weeks later they were having drinks in a bar in Prague when they were approached by another boy about their age who was also toting a backpack. “Where are you from?” he inquired, “My name is Hans.”

“We’re from Chicago in the United States,” John replied, “Where are you from?”

“I’m from Sweden and I’ve been traveling through Hungary, Slovakia and now the Czech Republic. Where are you headed?”

“We have no specific itinerary,” Alan piped in, “Our goal was to meet girls. Our fathers were friends when they were our age and made this same trip when they were in high school. They told us that the girls in Eastern Europe were incredibly good looking and really enjoyed meeting guys from the US. So far, we haven’t met one.”

“Well, this must be your lucky day,” Hans replied holding up his cell phone. “Look at these pictures. I met these girls last Saturday night. They were unbelievably beautiful and they couldn’t get enough sex. I met them at a bar in town about an hour from here called Pizen. I think they told me they were from a girl’s boarding school that was just outside of town and they were allowed off campus on Saturday nights. They basically picked me up and clearly they weren’t the only highly-charged girls at the school. I spoke with three other backpackers when I was on the train coming here and they each had similar tales.”

“Hey it’s Friday! Can we get there by tomorrow night?” Alan asked barely able to contain his excitement.

“Easily,” Hans replied, “It’s just a 1 hour train ride. Let me show you.”

After checking into a room with 3 beds at the “River Hostel” in Pizen at 5:00 pm one day later, John looked at both Mark and Alan and said, “Hurry up, you guys, let’s shave and shower and get to the bars. If we don’t get there soon all the girls will be taken.”

Four hours later they were back at the boarding school with three of the most beautiful girls they had ever seen. Conveniently, the three girls were roommates sharing a large room in a small dormitory. Each of the girls insisted on getting completely unclothed and before the boys could say a word the girls were slowly undressing them. Before insisting that the boys lie down on their backs on the bed, each of the girls pulled out a pill which they offered to the boys.

“You’ll love this little pill, boys,” one of the girls insisted. “We’ve already taken ours. It totally increases your sensory experience.”

After each of the boys had swallowed their pill, the girls slowly mounted each of them whispering in their ears, “Doesn’t it feel so good to be on the bottom.”

Moving slowly at first and then increasing their speed as their excitement built, the girls quickly brought the boys to the verge of orgasm.

Despite their obvious excitement, each of the boys had difficulty keeping their eyes focused. Wave after wave of exhaustion swept over each of them.

Recognizing that their partners were nearly asleep, each of the girls whispered slowly in their ears, “I think you’ll really like being on the bottom from now on. I hope you really enjoy this orgasm, it may be your last.”

Mark, Alan and John were already asleep as each of the girls squeezed them slowly to the finish.

It was nearly noon when the girl John was sleeping with slowly got out of bed and woke her two roommates. Quickly, they put on their nightgowns and robes as they made a silent phone call. After smiling at each other, they each went to the boy they had slept with last night and gently nudged them with one of them saying, “Oh, my God. I can’t believe how late it is. Wake up boys!”

“What’s the matter?” John replied groggily while slowly rubbing his eyes.

“Our Headmistress is crossing the lawn with the Director of Security. She’ll be here in a few minutes. We need to do something with you.”

“I have an idea,” another of the girls injected, “We can have them put on a nightgown and robe and tell the Headmistress that they are just friends from the village.”

“That’s a wonderful idea,” the last girl laughed, “We’re lucky that the boys have such long hair; with a little brushing and a little lipstick, they’ll appear as nothing more than sleep-deprived teenage girls.”

“Why do we have to look like girls” Mark asked gruffly. “Why can’t we just grab our clothes and leave?”

“We never told you our ages, boys,” the first girl replied. “We’re only 16 years old. Having sex, even if it is consensual, with anyone under 17 is considered rape and, unfortunately, this country takes rape very seriously. The penalty is 15 years without parole. If our Headmistress sees you and suspects that you’re boys then she’ll have us tested to see if we had sex.”

“But we’ll be able to sneak out if we just hide until they leave,” Alan laughed.

“I don’t think that will work either. There is a fence around the school that is electrified to keep boys out. They only shut the electricity off on Saturdays from noon until 3:00 am on Sunday. I meant to get you out of here late last night but I overslept. I think you are our guests until at least next Saturday. Where did you leave your backpacks? Because I’ll call the hotel and have them hold your bags until you return?”

“Our bags are at the ‘River Hostel’ but there must be someway to get out of here.”

“Here put these nightgowns on quickly. Ilsa, will you get them some robes and slippers? Beatrice, you and I can brush out there hair and apply a little lipstick.”

When they were finished, the boys stood together unsmiling, with their arms folded across their chest, wondering what was going to happen next. They didn’t have long to wait as a loud knocking began on the door.

“Girls, I hope your door is not locked,” Ms. Glazer began before opening the door. “Ms. Otter and I are inspecting every room. There was a rumor that there were boys on campus last night and we can’t have that, now, can we?”

“Good morning, Ms. Glazer! Good morning, Ms. Otter!” Beatrice exclaimed surprising the boys when she curtsied to her guests.

“Good morning to you, Beatrice, and to you Leeza and Ilsa as well,” Ms. Glazer began, “And who are your friends?”

“Ms. Glazer, I’d like you to meet three friends that we met in town last night,” Beatrice coughed. “This is Jennifer,” she said pointing at John, “and beside her is Merissa and Alexis.”

“I’m pleased to meet you, girls,” Ms. Glazer offered as her eyes swept the room before returning to Beatrice. “Your girlfriends have such pretty hair, Beatrice, why don’t you find something for them to wear and then bring them downstairs to the sitting room. We need to make them comfortable until the gates open next week. I expect to see all of you in 30 minutes.”

“Certainly, Ms. Glazer,” Beatrice replied following Ms. Glazer as she and Ms. Otter left the room. “We’ll find them something appropriate and be downstairs in  ½ an hour.”

“Oh, dear, we have to hurry, boys!” Ilsa exclaimed. “Take off those robes and nightgowns while we find you something to wear.

“I’ll grab their lingerie,” Beatrice cried, “I already have 3 white bras and panties and matching garter belts. But I want them to wear these black nylons because I’m hoping that it will cover up their hairy legs.”

“That’s perfect,” Leeza added, “Thankfully each of us has an extra black A-line jersey skirt which will go great with the black nylons. Also the front and back pleats create a fullness that won’t restrict the boys when they walk. And here are a few simple man-styled white long-sleeved blouses that will cover their hairy arms while matching their skirts.”

“Hold on a second,” John said, “Isn’t this getting a little out of hand?”

“Not if you knew what happened to the other boys that were found on our campus,” Ilsa responded. “They’re still in prison and we constantly hear all of these awful stories about how they are being treated. Eastern European men can be so brutal especially with young boys convicted of rape. So think about it, would you rather act like a girl for a week or be degraded as some convict’s girl for 15 years? ”

“Now that you are unclothed,” Bea started, “Let me show you how you roll these nylons up your legs. You grab one at a time and you gently roll them up your fingers until you feel the inside toe. Then you slowly glide them over your toe and softly up your legs. Now I want each of you to try.”

With a smile in her eyes, Beatrice watched all three boys slowly and clumsily pull on their first pair of nylons. She could tell that they were beginning to get excited as each of their groins began to stir. “Perfect boys, now I want you to attach these garter belts around your waists and then attach the nylons to the three garters on each of your legs.”

When they had their garters attached each of the boys began blushing profusely as they tried to hide their swelling manhoods which were standing almost fully erect. “My, my, boys! It seems you like our clothing more than I would have guessed,” Beatrice chuckled as she surprisingly slapped John’s erection.

“Owww!!!” John cried, “That really hurt.”

“We don’t have time to take care of your erections, boys. I hope that one slap was sufficient for all of you,” Beatrice continued as she watched all three erections quickly retreat, “since we’re in a hurry, I’ll help you with your bras but in the future you’ll have to learn how to do them yourselves.”

“Why do we have to wear bras?” Mark asked, “We have nothing to hold up.”

“These are only training bras,” Beatrice answered, “It feels like years since we wore them but Ms. Glazer would be very suspicious if she didn’t see the outline of a bra under your blouse when we go downstairs.”

“After I’ve adjusted your bras, you need to put on your panties. Do any of you boys know why we put on our panties over our garters?” Beatrice inquired. When no one replied, she answered her own question, “Well I can think of two reasons off the top of my head. First, it’s much easier to go to the bathroom if you don’t have to undo your garters and you can just slide down your panties. Second and this is my favorite reason, in case we meet a boy who wants to engage in a little fun but he likes the feel of silk on a women’s legs. Wearing our panties on top allows men quicker access to our jewel box.”

“That’s way too much information, Beatrice,” John laughed. “I don’t think any man will want to see my tool under my panties.

“You never know, sweetie,” Beatrice added with a wink.

“Now here are your outfits, boys,” Leeza joined in. “Let me help each of you put them on to save some time. When I’m finished, I want you to go over to the door and put on a pair of those 3” black pumps that I’ve laid out. While Beatrice, Ilsa and I go into the bathroom and get dressed, I want the three of you to practice walking in your heels. We’ll be over in few minutes to give you some pointers on walking in heels and to touch up your faces before we go downstairs.”

Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Beatrice, Ilsa and Leeza came out looking like they had spent ours getting ready. They were each wearing the same skirt and blouse they had given the boys and their faces were expertly though simply made up.

“Come over here, boys,” Ilsa whispered, “We need to put a little bit of mascara on you, touch up your lipstick and brush your hair. You look beautiful! Here, why don’t the three of you look in the mirror?”

Standing in front of the mirror, John was shocked when he saw his reflection. Although he appeared quite plain when compared to the other girls, he definitely looked like teenage schoolgirl. Each of them did. “Maybe this crazy plan will work after all,” he thought to himself.

“Now before we go downstairs,” Beatrice started, “I want you to promise that you will only speak when Ms. Glazer or Ms. Otter ask you a question. Thankfully your voices are somewhat high-pitched still. If you speak softly I think you can pull it off. Now I was watching you walk in your heels and although you are doing better, I’d like you to follow my lead. When women walk in heels they hold their shoulders back and the deliberately push their breasts forward. And as we take a step, we like to hold our hands in front of us with both our elbows and wrists bent like this. And as we walk, we like to exaggerate the natural swaying of our hips like this. Could each of you try to follow my lead before we go?”

“This feels extremely funny,” John laughed, “but here goes.”

“You’re a natural, John, oops, I mean Jennifer,” Beatrice replied. “Now, I want Merissa and Alexis to try.”

“Well, neither of you were quite as good as Jennifer, but it will have to do. Be careful on the steps, just hold onto the banister and continue to sway your hips. One final thing, boys, until next week you are girls and your names are Jennifer, Merissa and Alexis and neither you nor we can forget that. Its show time, girls, let’s head downstairs.”

As the six of them made their way through the hall and down the stairs, Alan listened to the hypnotic rhythm as their heels clicked on the hardwood floors. His thoughts floated immediately to his mother and how she loved getting herself ready for a party and how she loved to make a grand entrance down the hallway stairs when his father asked if she was ready. Wouldn’t she be shocked if she could see him making a similar grand entrance?

When they entered the living room, Ms. Glazer and Ms. Otter were already seated on the far side by the fireplace. “Over here, girls,” Ms. Glazer waved, “Please join us over here on the sofas, there are plenty of seats.”

As the 3 girls and the 3 pretend-girls sat down, Beatrice almost laughed as she saw each of the boys sit down without smoothing their skirts before spreading their legs and exposing their undergarments.

“Now that’s not very lady-like girls,” Ms. Glazer began, “Hasn’t anyone taught you that girls sit with their knees together when their wearing a skirt. It appears that you girls have a lot to learn.”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Glazer,” each of the boys whispered as they pulled knees together.

“Now, girls, since you are going to be joining us for a while, I thought we should go over the basics. First of all, welcome to Pizen Academy. We are a small girl’s boarding school and as such, we always run the risk of infections or viruses spreading rapidly among all of our students. So before we begin I would like each of the new girls to come over and lay over Ms. Otter’s knees while I give you two inoculations in your buttocks. Leeza, can you please bring me those syringes on the table across the room?”

“Yes, Ms. Glazer,” Leeza replied.

“Now don’t be shy, girls,” Ms. Glazer laughed, “Every girl that has attended our school has had these shots. You’ll barely feel them and we require it for everyone’s safety.”

“I’ll go first, Ms. Glazer” John said standing, “but maybe it would be easier if you would just let us go home.”

“I’m sorry, dear, but the girls should have told you that once the gates are electrified there is no way out until they open again on Saturday. Now please lay across Ms. Otter’s lap. Beatrice, can you come over hear and help lift each of your friends’ skirts and pull down their panties so I can give the girls their shots?”

John couldn’t believe how humiliated he felt as he laid himself face down across Ms. Otter’s lap. Not only was he dressed as a girl but the same girl that had sex with him last night was lifting up his skirt and pulling down his panties leaving his backside exposed to everyone in the room. Hopefully, Beatrice was hiding his genitals and only exposing his backside. Looking up at Ms. Glazer he couldn’t believe the amount of fluid contained in the syringe that she was about inject into him.

“Don’t worry, Jennifer, this may take a while to get all of the medicine into you but it really won’t hurt.”

After completely emptying the syringe, Ms. Glazer grabbed the second one which was much smaller. “Now, Jennifer, this will be a lot quicker but it might hurt just a little bit more,” as she quickly injected the second needle into his scrotum.

John didn’t know what to think as Beatrice quickly pulled up his panties. He thought they were going to inject him twice in his backside but he was convinced that the last shot was injected into his scrotum and it really hurt. Suddenly, Beatrice playfully spanked him while saying, “Now that wasn’t that bad was it, Jennifer? Let me help you up and while you’re smoothing your skirt we’ll get started on Merissa.” Before any of them could complain, they were all back on the sofa wondering why the last injection went into their scrotums.

“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it girls? There’s no reason to be embarrassed when you are just among us girls.” Ms. Glazer inquired while waiting for a response. “Has a cat got your tongue, girls, because we expect our girls to answer like young ladies when an adult asks them a question? Let’s try it again. Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it girls?”

“No it wasn’t, Ms. Glazer,” the boys responded almost in unison as they turned a deep red.

“Now let me tell you more about the school, girls,”Ms. Glazer continued,“ Pizen Academy is more than just a boarding school, it is a charm school as well. So the classes that you will be attending until you can leave will be very different than the academic classes that you probably take back in your respective homes. The classes we offer here are designed to take unruly young girls and make them refined young ladies. Each student follows a similar schedule with 4 two-hour classes on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. We call these classes the Majors and the 4 Majors are Hair Styling, Makeup, Fashion and Style, and Elocution and Mannerisms. On Tuesday and Thursday we offer electives that the girls can select according to their own desires and needs. Some of the electives that you might sit in on are: “Dance: Ballroom and Modern,” “The Art of Conversation,” “Seduction and Sensuality and the Modern Women.”

“I would like each of you to pair up with one of our students and shadow them to their classes until we get together to discuss your departure next Saturday. Jennifer, why don’t you join Beatrice? Merissa, you can pair up with Leeza. Alexis, you can join Ilsa.”

“Girls, why don’t you take our guests to the Vault and help them select a few outfits that they can use this week? You’ll also need to stop at the pharmacy and get the girls a little makeup as well as a few personal items. I think there is an open 3 bedroom suite in your dormitory that we can let the girls use for the time being. Why don’t you go and get started? We can plan on meeting right here on Saturday at noon.”

“Yes, Ms. Glazer,” Beatrice smiled before turning to John and saying, “Come on Jennifer, we have so much to do before it gets too late.”

Almost simultaneously, Ilsa and Leeza giggled, “Come on, girls, we can’t let Jennifer pick out all the best outfits.”

Mark couldn’t believe what was happening to his two best friends and himself and it was accelerating so quickly that he felt like he was in a dream. Two hours ago he was cuddled up beside a girl who he had sex with a few hours earlier. And now he was walking down a path with the very same girl, dressed almost identically with their heels clicking in unison, holding his skirt to keep it from billowing upward in the wind. In a comic turn of events, his two friends were having the door held for them as they struggled with their skirts and heels up the front stairs of the main building.

When he caught up with his friends, they were being led into what appeared to be a large women’s apparel store in the basement of the building. The sign above the door which spelled ‘the vault’ in script let them know they had arrived at their destination.

“Hello, girls!” a large woman exclaimed as she hurried towards them from the back of the store. “And who are our new students? Are they here for their initial wardrobes?”

“Yes, they are, Mrs. Smith,” Beatrice replied, “I’d first like to introduce you to Jennifer. She’s going to be shadowing me for a while.”

Hello, Jennifer, I love your red hair. You could probably use a more feminine cut to frame your face but I love the color and texture,” Mrs. Smith began before she realized she was saying too much. Forgive me for running on, Jennifer, but your hair is such a wonderful asset and I know we need to select your clothing carefully to complement your color.”

“This is Merissa,” Leeza began, “She’ll be shadowing me.”

“And aren’t you beautiful, Merissa,” Mrs. Smith smiled. “With your blonde hair we’ll be able to use so many bold colors with your outfits.”

“Our last guest is Alexis,” Ilsa laughed. “I’ll be assisting her as she begins classes.”

“Hello, Alexis, I just love your name,” Mrs. Smith beamed. “I think our softer, lighter colors will compliment your chestnut coloring. Shall we get started?”

An hour and a half later, Mrs. Smith had selected more clothing for them than they would need in a month. They were each given three corsets and five garter belts in assorted colors. In addition, they were handed nearly a dozen matching panties and bras and nearly two dozen assorted nylons and pantyhose. With Mrs. Smith’s guidance, each of them had to select 5 dresses before selecting 5 skirts with matching tops. But what surprised the most was they each had to select a dozen sets of high-heeled shoes.

“Do you really think we need this many shoes?” John asked in disgust, “We’re only staying a week.”

“Don’t be silly, girls!” Mrs. Smith laughed, “You can’t expect to look good if your shoes don’t match your outfits. What young man is going to want to take you out for a romantic night of dancing if your shoes don’t go with your dress? Now let me select a little jewelry and few handbags for each of you and I’ll have our staff take all of your things to your room. You probably need to grab a few items at the pharmacy, girls, but please remember to stop by if we forgot anything. I look forward to helping you again.”

“Has she lost her mind?” Mark laughed as the girls escorted them to the pharmacy. “What a waste of clothing! I’ll probably wear the same skirt and blouse that I’m wearing today all week. I won’t even change my lingerie.”

“I don’t think so,” Leeza replied entering the pharmacy, “we’re required wear a different outfit every day to classes and then we have to change into a dress for dinner. I don’t think you want to cause a scene and hurt your chances of leaving on Saturday.”

“Hello, Mrs. Grace!” Ilsa exclaimed. “I’d like you to meet Alexis, Merissa and Jennifer. They are going to be staying with us for a while. Can you help them with their makeup while we pull together the rest of their beauty supplies?”

“Certainly, Ilsa, I love helping our ‘new’ girls select their supplies. Girls, please follow me to the makeup counter and we’ll find the right foundation for you. Now the first step in creating a flawless look is to have the right foundation. Alexis, let’s try this warm beige on your cheek. I think it will perfect for you.”

An hour later, the boys met the girls at the check out counter and were shocked to see the amount of supplies that the girls had selected. Mrs. Grace had given each boy 3 bottles each of foundation and powder. In addition, she selected several shades of lipstick and gloss, lip liners, blush, mascara, eye shadows and eye liners, and 3 different shades of nail polish for each of them. While the boys were learning what they needed to do their facial makeup, the girls were pulling together the rest of their supplies. The counter was filled with several different styles of brushes for their makeup as well as larger brushes for their hair. There were tweezers, eyelash curlers, makeup wedges, powder puffs, perfumes, tooth brushes, 6 shaving razors, moisturizing lotion and makeup removal cream. Additionally, there were 6 large bottles of Nair hair removal cream and three hair blowers.

“Don’t you think you’re going overboard?” John pleaded. “We definitely don’t need the Nair for 1 week.”

“Don’t be silly, Jennifer,” Beatrice laughed. “Your legs did not get by Ms. Glazer. She pulled me aside before we left this morning and insisted that we clean you up before we go to class tomorrow. And look at what you are carrying. How do you think you are going to apply your makeup? Look, don’t get yourself into a knot. It’s just for a week. Remember, you have to go to class with me and we have a makeup class Monday, Wednesday and Friday. What do you think we do in class? Watch films? We practice our makeup skills. At first, the older students helped us with our makeup but soon enough we were doing our own and helping the newer students. So let’s quit complaining and think of it as fun. If you let yourself relax, maybe you’ll begin to understand how much trouble girls through to make themselves attractive to you boys.”

“Ok, I’ll stop complaining,” John sighed, “but you will have to help me with all this stuff. I don’t even know where to begin.”

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Beatrice whispered as she gently smoothed his cheek, “I will help you every step of your journey. Now let’s get this stuff back to your rooms so we can help you arrange your room.”

When they got back to the dormitory, the girls escorted the boys to the room that was directly across the hall from their own. It was set up exactly the same with three single beds, 3 small desks and 3 extremely feminine vanities.

“Boys, why don’t you open and arrange your makeup supplies on your vanity?” Ilsa requested. “You’ll love the mirror on the vanities. They have 5x magnification as well as three different levels of lighting so you can apply your makeup for either a day or evening look. While you’re arranging your makeup, Leeza and I will make up your beds.”

After they had arranged their makeup, Beatrice asked the boys to completely remove their clothes, wrap themselves in a towel and follow her down the hall to the communal bathroom. When the boys wrapped the towels around their waists, she gently explained that girls wrap their towels differently showing them how to wrap it under their armpits. “Boys, I think we should clean up your body hair before we see Ms. Glazer at dinner. I will start with John so that you don’t have to share the single shower but Alan and Mark will be right behind. I am going to apply generous amounts of this Nair all over your bodies. We need to get your arms, backs, legs, chests and underarms so don’t be embarrassed. I want you to leave it on for about 10 to 15 minutes or until the stinging becomes nearly unbearable. Then I want you to step into the shower and rinse yourselves completely. When you are finished your shower, I want you to apply moisturizing lotion to your entire body before getting dressed again. Although you are embarrassed right now, you won’t believe how sensual your skin will feel when you lose all of that rough hair.”

15 minutes later, John was standing in the shower watching most all of his body hair rinse down the drain. Slowly caressing his now hairless body, he was shocked by how soft and smooth his skin felt. He was also shocked at how little his penis reacted as Beatrice spread the Nair over his body. Her touches felt electric as she spread the Nair everywhere including on his scrotum and anus. Despite her soft ministrations, his penis barely grew to a  ¼ the size of his normal erection. He’d have to remember to ask Alan and Mark if they felt the same thing. Despite the lack of an erection, John still enjoyed the feel of his skin and he had a large smile on his face as he stepped out of the shower and Alan jumped in.

“Looks like you enjoyed your shower, honey,” Beatrice smiled, “I didn’t think you were ever going to come out. Why don’t you try to put your things on yourself and I’ll help you with your hair and makeup when you’re ready.”

Thirty minutes later, all 3 boys were sitting at their vanities with lip liners in their hands and the girls by their sides. “Now, boys, before we go to dinner I want to teach you a little about lipstick,” Ilsa began, “this morning we just applied a little lipstick to your lips but tonight we want to create a more refined look. Lipstick always adds the final touch to our look. But lining the lips creates subtle definition and perfects the shapes of our lips. I want you to try to draw a thin line along the edge of your lips from the center of your upper lip outward until you reach the outer corner. Once you have done both sides of your upper lip then start on your lower lip.”

“How does this look?” Alan asked almost giddily.

“That’s certainly good enough for tonight,” Ilsa responded, “but you’ll get much better with practice. Once you have defined your lips, I want you to select a lipstick that is a shade lighter than your lip liner and I want you to apply it evenly to your lips. Pay special attention to staying within your lip’s edges.”

“What do you think our mothers would say if they saw us now?” Mark laughed.

“She’d probably compliment you for doing such a wonderful job on your first try,” Beatrice replied, “Now all you have to do before we go is grab a tissue and lightly blot your lips. This just removes any excess lipstick and evens out the texture.”

“Boys,” Leeza began, “you’re naturals. You look beautiful. No one would ever guess that you’re boys and to think, you did it completely by yourselves. Now spray a little perfume on your necks and wrists but don’t get it on your clothes. Here are your handbags, let’s put your lipstick and a few tissues in the bags and we’re off.”

As the boys joined the girls on the way to the cafeteria, John was amazed at how much more comfortable he felt walking in heels just six hours after he walked in them for the first time. His feet were certainly sore but the pain was more than made up for by the pleasure he felt wearing nylons on his hairless legs while feeling a gentle breeze caress his thighs under his skirt. Although he had never even thought about wearing girl’s clothes before, he figured he might as well enjoy it for a week.

After dinner, the girls were escorting the boys back to their room when Mark asked, “Leeza, what classes do you have tomorrow?”

“I am so excited you asked!” Leeza exclaimed, “I was hoping you wouldn’t be bored here this week and that we could have a little fun tomorrow. We all have our Majors tomorrow although the order of our classes is a little different. I start with Makeup as my first class which is great because we only need to apply a little lipstick before we leave and then we get to practice at class. It definitely saves us at least 20 minutes of preparation. After Makeup, I move on to Fashion and Style and the Elocution and Mannerisms before finishing with Hair Styling.”

“When should I be ready to go?” Mark inquired.

“Class starts at 8:00 am,” Leeza replied, “We should be leaving our rooms at 7:30 so we can grab some fruit and tea before class begins. I always give myself about an hour to shower, select my clothes and put on a little makeup so you should plan on setting your alarm to about 6:30. But let’s go into your and choose your outfit for tomorrow so we can save you some time.”
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At the same time Mark was talking to Leeza, Beatrice was telling John that her first class was Elocution and Mannerisms. “I really enjoy starting my day with E & M,” Beatrice began, “It forces me to look my best as soon as I start my day. I like to look as beautiful and as feminine as I can before E & M because I truly think it reinforces everything that I learn and practice in class. In addition, we can continue to practice our mannerisms the rest of the day in our remaining classes. Would you like me to help you get ready tomorrow so you can look your best, too?”

“Thank you, Beatrice, you’re so sweet!” John smiled, “Yes, I’d love for you to help me.”

“Well, you need to be up and showered by 6:30, so why don’t you set your alarm for 6:00 am?”
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“Alexis, you haven’t even asked about my classes tomorrow,” Ilsa inquired, “I thought you were enjoying yourself?”

“I’m having more fun than I ever could have imagined,” Alan replied blushing deeply. “I just didn’t want you to think I was weird if I showed too much interest. I feel like I have butterflies in my stomach I’m so excited. What’s your first class?”

“I begin with Hair Styling,” Ilsa laughed. “I just knew that you were having fun. After you shower tomorrow, just leave your hair wet and put on a little lipstick and we can go. We’ll select your outfit and lingerie tonight so you have additional time in the morning. I’ll stop by your room at 7:00 am to see I can help you with anything. Now let’s pick out some clothes.
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John was exhausted when he arrived back in his dorm room late Monday afternoon. He was surprised to see Alan sitting at his vanity applying eye shadow. “Alan, what are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m just practicing, John,” Alan blurted. “Didn’t your teacher ask you to practice tonight?”

“No, she didn’t ask me to practice, and I probably wouldn’t even if she asked.”

“Well, she specifically asked me to try a smoky, sultry look that she applied on one of the girls in class today. I don’t want to embarrass myself or Ilsa Wednesday by looking like a clown.”

“Is Mark back yet?” John asked.

“He’s in the shower, I think,” Alan replied.

“What’s he showering for now?” John asked clearly exasperated.

“First, we have to change into dresses before dinner,” Alan fumed, “and second, he was asked to practice a new hairstyle for class on Wednesday and he needs his hair wet to practice with the hair blower. I can’t believe you weren’t asked to practice anything for class.”

“I guess I was,” John replied sheepishly, “I just didn’t think we would really do it. I thought we would just put in our time until Saturday and then get out of here.”

“What were you asked to practice?” Mark inquired entering the room with a towel wrapped around his torso and a smaller one atop his head.”

“I was told to watch ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s” and create a 5 minute role-play imitating Audrey Hepburn’s mannerisms and vocal intonation.”

“That sounds like so much fun, John,” Mark replied.

“Maybe it would be fun for you, but can you see me portraying Audrey Hepburn?”

“Yes, you should look in the mirror,” Mark replied, “None of us want to hear it but we all look pretty good. Remember, we only have to make it until Saturday so let’s try not to embarrass ourselves.”

“Do you know what classes you have tomorrow?” John inquired.

“I think we all have to go to this hair removal class,” Mark answered, “Thank God the girls made us use that Nair because I heard one of the girls say they do electrolysis on anyone who has stray hairs. We better shave pretty close tomorrow and make sure our beards are covered with foundation.”

“I think we also have seminars on ‘Seduction and Sensuality’ and ‘The Art of Conversation’,” Alan piped in. “I always wanted to learn how to seduce a woman.”

Overhearing their conversation as she listened at the door, Beatrice laughed saying, “Well, I think you are all going to learn how to seduce a man tomorrow. And I bet you can’t wait to learn ballroom dancing while moving backwards in your heels. Did you all have fun today because John and I had a wonderful day?”

“I had so much fun,” Alan quickly responded, “and I learned so much. I can’t believe you girls have to know so much about makeup and fashion, I just thought you bought a single lipstick and used it until it was finished. I never realized you needed so many different colors.”

“Being a girl is a lot of fun if you only give it a chance, girls,” Beatrice smiled.
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“Good morning, Girls! So who wants to be my first volunteer? I don’t see anyone raising their hands. How about our new girl!” a matronly, heavyset woman in a white medical coat said looking directly at John.

“Do you mean me?” John whispered.

“Yes, I don’t see any other ‘new’ girls here, young lady. My name is Mrs. Green. Why don’t you tell us your name and how you joined our class this week while you make your way down to this chair beside me?”

Looking at the medical chair beside Mrs. Green, John realized that he was going to be her first electrolysis patient. He was extremely thankful he had shaved so closely this morning before putting on his makeup. As he slowly made his way down to the chair, he said, “my name is Jennifer and I am visiting with Beatrice until Saturday when I’m returning home.”

“Well sit down right here, Jennifer, while I’ll adjust this chair. I am going to do a little electrolysis on you. It may sting just a little bit but the results are certainly worth the minor pain,” Mrs. Green smiled as she adjusted the magnifying glasses over her eyes. “Oh, I see a few hairs on your upper lip, dear. You must have to either shave them or pluck them. How awful! Well, we can probably clear them all in about 10 hours but let’s just try 10 minutes today because the upper lip can be very painful.”

Ten minutes later, Beatrice helped a teary John out of the seat, “Jennifer, let me help you. Let’s go to the bathroom and wipe away the tears and fix your makeup.”

“Jennifer, thank you for being our first volunteer,” Mrs. Green smiled. “Annie, why don’t you come down and let me look at your back?”

With tears streaming down his cheeks, John whined, “I can’t believe how much that hurt. I don’t know if I can take that again on Thursday. Why did she work on my upper lip? I thought I shaved so close she wouldn’t see any hairs.”

“Don’t cry, sweetie,” Beatrice said while drying his cheeks with a tissue, “It’s those darn magnifying glasses. Maybe we can get her to work on your arms on Thursday. It hardly even hurts on your arms. Here, let me touch up your makeup. I brought your handbag with your lipstick, mascara and eye shadow.”
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“Good afternoon, girls” Mrs. Parsons said when everyone arrived. “Today we are going to practice ballroom dancing but I want you to experience moving in an evening gown so I want you to go into the next room and select an evening gown and quickly change so we can get started.”

“Hello, Mrs. Parsons,” Leeza smiled, “I wanted to introduce you to my friend who is joining us today. This is Merissa.”

“Hello, Merissa, I’m thrilled you can join us. Have you ever taken ballroom dancing before?”

“No, I haven’t, Mrs. Parsons,” Mark partially lied. Mark couldn’t help but remember the dance lessons he took with his friends every Sunday night for the past two years. But instead of wearing an evening gown, he was wearing a suit and dancing with his girlfriend who always showed up in an extremely sexy dress.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Merissa. Now you and Leeza need to hurry up and select an evening gown so we can get started.”
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“Good afternoon, Ilsa!” Mrs. Wilson exclaimed, “Who is your friend and will she be joining us in our ‘Art of Conversation’ class?”

“Hello, Mrs. Wilson. This is my friend, Alexis, and, yes, she will be joining our class. I’ve told her so much about you and our class that she is thrilled to join us.”

“Hello, Mrs. Wilson,” Alan said holding his hand out limply in greeting, “I’ve heard so much about your class and I’m so excited to be able to sit in.”

“Hopefully, you’ll enjoy your time here. There is so much to learn about conversation both with men and women. One of the first things we can teach you is that conversations often begin with a handshake. When you offered your hand it was distinctly limp. Women should never offer a limp hand when greeting either a man or a woman. You should always approach another person with confidence and firmly shake their hands. Women are generally weaker than men so even our firmest handshakes won’t bruise their egos. Now come on in and take a seat so we can get started.”
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When Mark returned to his room, he was surprised to see John mincing across the room seemingly talking to himself in an exaggerated feminine manner. “John, what are you doing?” he asked before remembering their conversation last night. “Oh, I remember, you are practicing for your role play tomorrow. You sound great.”

“Thanks, I can use someone to critique me,” John said turning to face Mark.

Seeing John’s swollen upper lip, Mark rushed to his side saying, “What happened to your lip, dear? You didn’t have electrolysis, did you?”

“I did and you can’t believe how much it hurts,” John replied with his eyes tearing lightly.

“Now, no tears, John,” Mark said gently stroking his cheek, “You don’t want to ruin your makeup. Let me help you with your role-play and let’s forget about that awful electrolysis. After Saturday, we won’t to ever have to think about it again.”

“Mark, thanks for your support,’ John said sheepishly, “I didn’t mean for you to see me crying. Let’s change the subject. What did you do today?”

“I had so much fun at ballroom dancing,” Mark replied before realizing that he had to temper his enthusiasm. “I mean it was fun watching the other girls dance. It was really funny watching them get their dresses caught in their heels. How about trying your role-play now in front of me?”
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On Saturday morning, Beatrice had to wake the boys from their slumber around 10:00. “Are you girls going to sleep the entire day?” she asked as the boys slowly stirred from their deep sleep. “We need to help you make yourselves beautiful for your meeting with Ms. Glazer at noon. Are you hungry? How about if Ilsa and I go and grab you some fruit and tea while you take your showers. Leeza can stay here, help you with your showers and select your dresses for your meeting.”

“Why do we need to wear dresses for our meeting?” John asked rubbing his eyes. “Don’t you think a casual skirt and blouse would be more in order since we’ll be leaving after our meeting? I think we will look pretty unusual picking up our backpacks wearing 3  ½” heels and dresses at the ‘River Hostel’.”

“You’re right,” Lisa replied giggling, “you may be the only backpackers in Europe in silk wrap dresses and high heels but Ms. Glazer requires that we wear dresses on weekends and especially when we go into town. Now, hurry up and join Leeza in the shower. She wants to make sure you look perfect for your meeting.”

As the boys entered the bathroom they were surprised to see Leeza completely unclothed and sensually rubbing cream on her legs.

“Good morning, sleepy heads!” Leeza exclaimed. “I’m Nairing my legs but once I’m done I’m going to re-do your bodies like we did last Sunday.”

“We’re leaving today,” John said remembering how great it felt when Beatrice massaged his entire body, “but if you are going to be applying it then I don’t think I’ll have any objections.”

“Well let me start with you, Jennifer,” Leeza laughed, “Why don’t you just close your eyes and imagine yourself getting ready for a date? I love getting rid of any stubble and then applying moisturizing lotion before I go on a date.”

“That’s not exactly what I had on my mind, Leeza, but I can still enjoy your caresses while you apply the Nair. This will probably be the last time that I experience this.”

Twenty-five minutes later, the boys were finished their showers and applying moisturizing lotion when John realized that his penis had remained entirely flaccid during the entire time that Leeza was applying the Nair. “Alan, when was the last time you had an erection?”

“I don’t remember,” Alan replied, “but I love being touched by Leeza especially when she rubs the Nair on my balls and my ass.”

“That’s what I’m getting at. Don’t you think it’s a little strange than none of us got hard when she massaged our genitals?”

“I don’t think it’s strange,” Mark interrupted, “We’ve been dressing as girls for 6 days trying to keep our penises completely hidden. I think our brains have just shut down our arousal response until we get back to our normal clothes.”

“I guess you’re right,” John responded, “Let’s get back to our rooms and get dressed so we can get out of here.”

As they were entering their room, Leeza shouted, “Girls, I’ve laid your lingerie, dresses and heels. Why don’t you put your lingerie on and I’ll be in shortly to help you with your makeup. While you are waiting, think about what colors we should use on your eyes but wait until I can help you. I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”

“Look at these dresses,” John gasped, “They’re beautiful. We’ll have to send them back when we get to Vienna.”

“You’re right,” Alan agreed, “I can’t wait to see this on me. These must cost $400 or $500 dollars. We’ll definitely have to return them.”

“We’re back, girls,” Beatrice said as she entered the room. “Why don’t you have a little fruit and tea before you get started? I wouldn’t want you to spill anything on either your dresses or lingerie.”

15 minutes later they boys were dressed in their training bras, panties, garter belts and nylons sitting at their vanities and following their girlfriends’ instructions applying their makeup. “Jennifer, why don’t you use the Gold Shimmer and Bone eye shadows? They’ll really make your eyes stand out with that Chloe black and ivory gauze dress.”

“I agree,” John replied, “I was applying the bone shadow before blending in the Gold Shimmer.”

Across the room, Ilsa exclaimed, “I love your eyes, Alexis, you’ve learned so much this week. Would you like me to line your lips or are you comfortable finishing up?”

“Thanks for offering,” Alan laughed, “but I really enjoy applying my makeup and I really have no problems with a lip liner.”

At the same time, Leeza was grabbing a hair styling brush and Mark’s blow dryer and saying, “Merissa, can I style your hair? Why don’t you just sit there and relax while I finish you up. I have just the right style in mind for your dress.”

At exactly 12:00 noon, the boys were ready for their grand entrance. Their hair, nails and makeup were done to perfection. “Look in the mirror, girls, and tell me what you see,” Ilsa gushed.

“I see three beautiful girls,” Alan said breathlessly.

“I see three beautiful girls without boobs,” Mark laughed. “Our dresses are beautiful but they really are drooping around our chests.”

“Well, I can live with an ill-fitting dress until we get out of here,” John giggled, “Let’s grab our bags and get our exit passes.”
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Sitting alone in the living room, Ms. Glazer smiled as she heard the familiar click of high heels as the ‘new’ girls and their girlfriends made their way down the stairs and into the living room. Their mothers had been correct. They had great potential. Although none of them were terribly feminine, they were all quite small and thin for boys. And each of them was eager to please thinking that they were only there temporarily. Today was going to be the test so she suspected she would have to demonstrate her authority fairly quickly. Thankfully they were so compliant when she gave them their inoculations.

“Good afternoon, girls,” Ms. Glazer began, “You all look absolutely stunning. Who would have ever thought that you would look so good in just a week?”

“Good afternoon, Ms. Glazer,” the boys replied in unison.

“Thank you for your hospitality this week,” John began, “We had a wonderful time but now that the fence is no longer electrified we will be going now.”

“I’m so happy that you enjoyed yourself, Jennifer. We try so hard to give our girls an environment where they can blossom and grow. Before I leave you today, I have to let you know that I wasn’t completely truthful last Sunday when we first met.”

“What do you mean, Ms. Glazer,” Mark asked, “Everything this week went exactly as you described.”

“Well, to begin with, I told you that fence is not electrified on Saturdays. I’m sorry to inform you that I was fibbing. It’s always electrified unless we choose to let someone out like when we let your girlfriends out last Saturday night when they were sent to find you.”

“What do you mean?” John asked angrily standing up unsteadily on his heels, “Do you mean you could have let us go last Sunday? And what do you mean about the girls finding us?”

“Now don’t forget your manners, Jennifer. Yes, I could have let you go last Sunday but the girls selected you for our little school.”

“What are you talking about, you crazy bitch!” John yelled before dropping to the floor in excruciating pain.

“That’s another thing I wasn’t completely honest about, dear,” Ms. Glazer smiled. “When I told you I was giving you two inoculations in your buttocks, you must have felt the second one enter your scrotum. You see, that shot was really just delivering an electronic device to your scrotums. The device is primarily a GPS system that allows us to monitor your whereabouts at all times. But it also has the capability of rotating at high speeds when I push this hand control and, as you can imagine, an irregularly shaped object rotating at high speeds by your testicles can be extremely painful. Now, I want you to know it is not my desire to use this hand control. It is really your choice.”

What do you mean it’s our choice?” Alan asked nearly crying.

“Don’t cry, Alexis, everything will be fine,” Ms.Glaser said as she stood. “Beatrice and Leeza, can you help Jennifer off the floor and assist her into a chair?”

When John was back in the chair crying softly, Ms. Glazer continued, “When I informed you that Pizen Academy was a charm school, I failed to inform you that Pizen Academy is a charm school for boys.”

“What do you mean by a charm school for boys?” Mark asked. “I guess you knew we were boys since you put those devices in our scrotums but we’re the only boys here. Why, we had sex with Leeza, Ilsa and Beatrice last week.”

“That’s such a compliment, Merissa,” Ms. Glazer beamed, “I guess we are doing a pretty good job because every student that you have met including your three girlfriends were born as boys. Incidentally, most were much more masculine than any of you when they first arrived.”

“Ilsa, please, tell me it’s not true,” Alan asked.

“I’m sorry, Alexis, it is true. I’m sorry I deceived you but you are going to love being a girl.”

“I don’t want to be a girl!” John shouted.

“Jennifer, mind your manners or I’ll have to hit this button again,” Ms. Glazer said sternly. “Do you understand me, young lady?”

“Yes,” he cried with tears streaming freely down his face, “Can’t you call my parents, I’m sure they’ll pay you to let us go.”

“No, I’m afraid you don’t understand, my dear. Our academy was set up 20 years ago by a wealthy woman who lost a son to suicide. She tried everything she could to find help for him when he was alive but he could never admit to her that he wanted to be a girl; that he felt he was a girl in a boy’s body. She started this school to help young boys like her son become the women they felt they were and that is our school’s mission.
She also required our school to be filled with 25 students at all times or we would lose our funding. Two months ago, three young ladies graduated from our program and we have been trying desperately to fill their positions. We only had 2 days before they closed the school when the girls found you in town. They had rejected every boy they had met for over 3 weeks but when they saw each of you with your rock star long hair and thin physiques they knew they had solved our problem. So you see we can’t really let you go or we would have to close the school. ”

“But we don’t want to become women,” Mark pleaded.

“Hush now, Merissa, look at you. No one looking at you would ever guess that you are anything but lovely young ladies. Who could really force young boys into dressing like girls unless they had a hidden desire to do that?”

“Please, Ms. Glazer, I’ll do anything,” John pleaded, “Just let me return to being a boy.”

“I’m afraid it’s already out of the question, girls,” Ms. Glazer smiled. “There is something else I wasn’t completely honest about, my dears. Have you noticed any activity lately from your little play toys? Like when the girls were massaging you with Nair today? Beatrice told me that you each were at full mast last Sunday when she helped you into your lingerie for the first time. Has your little member rose to the occasion since then?”

“Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say,” John cried remembering his reaction when he didn’t get hard when Leeza rubbed Nair on him today.

“Yes, dear, I’m afraid it’s true. The first inoculation contained a mixture of female hormones and anti-androgens in a deliciously high dose form. The anti-androgen essentially chemically castrates you in 3 days. Given you received the shot 6 days ago, you no longer produce testosterone and you will never perform sexually as a man again. It simply won’t work. But you will begin to notice some changes as the female hormones take control of your bodies. Your skin will begin to feel softer and you’ll notice your breasts will become very tender. Soon your areolas will grow much larger as your breasts begin to swell. Finally, you’ll lose some of your muscle mass as your increased body fat spreads to all the right places. Now you’ll need to see the school nurse every two weeks to receive female hormone boosters but eventually, when you have fully accepted yourself as a girl, you will just take a few pills each day. Don’t you have so much to look forward to, girls?”

“Will you ever let us out of here?” John whispered.

“Yes, sweetie,” Ms. Glazer smiled, “When you are completely a woman like your girlfriends here and we have someone to take your place, then you are free to continue your lives as beautiful young women. You’ll be happy to learn that our school’s endowment includes a stipend of $5 million for every girl on her graduation to help her get started in her new life. You have so much to look forward to, so cheer up girls. Now before I let you go I need you to make a little decision. You’ll find out that you will have to make a number of choices before you graduate so think of them as steps to becoming the woman of your dreams. Today, I want you to choose how you want to achieve your hair removal. We need to rid you of that awful hair on your face, legs, torso and even those silly sideburns. We can continue the twice weekly electrolysis sessions on Tuesday and Thursday. Or, if you chose, we can jumpstart your journey into womanhood by having 2 technicians working 10 to 12 hours a day on each of you doing electrolysis while you are sedated and anesthetized. This program will last 13 days followed by a day of laser hair removal. You will then be given a week of recovery to soothe your skin before starting at the academy again. A month later we’ll do the entire procedure again to remove any re-growth. This way, we will have you completely hair free in just less than 10 weeks. Jennifer, you’ve already had some electrolysis, why don’t you choose first.”

“I don’t want to make a choice, Ms. Glazer,” John sobbed, “I don’t want to be turned into a woman.”

“Now, please stop crying, Jennifer. You have to understand that you’ve been castrated; you’re no longer a man and never will be again. You need to choose how much pain you want to go through. We are not turning you into a woman. We are helping you make the choices as you decide what type of woman you want to be.”

“I don’t want to ever feel the pain I went through this week,” John sobbed, “so I guess I’ll choose the sedated method.”

“That’s exactly what I chose,” Beatrice said while hugging John, “you’ll be so happy when you feel how smooth your skin is when you’re done and, more importantly, you won’t feel anything when they do your scrotum and anus.”

“I’ll do the same thing,” Alan blurted out before he was asked. Although he wasn’t selected for electrolysis, he knew he wanted to be sedated when he heard Beatrice talk about their private parts.

“Have you decided, Merissa?”

“Yes, initially I was going to choose the slower method hoping that you’d allow us to go home before all my hair is gone,” Mark whispered through his tears, “but I can’t stand pain and if it won’t hurt, then I guess I’ll choose the sedated method.”

“You’ve made the right decision, Merissa,” Leeza said as she softly dried patted his cheeks with a tissue. “You’re no longer a boy and so the quicker you accept that the easier your choices will be.”

“Girls, you’ve all made the right decision,” Ms.Glaser smiled, “Now, let’s have a light lunch because we have to start working on your figures. After lunch, we’ll get the technicians started.”

Two weeks later the boys slowly came out of a drug-induced fog and woke up in their beds again. Not having any clothes, the extent of their hair removal became immediately clear.

“Oh, my God!” Alan cried, “Look at me. It looks like I have a little muff above my unit. And I don’t have any hair below it either.”

“Good afternoon, Alexis,” Ilsa smiled entering the room, “I’m glad you like it. Wait to you look in the mirror. We got rid of your beard and your sideburns and shaped your eyebrows as well.”

“Why do I have all of this bruising?” John asked.

“Your body just went through a lot of trauma, Jennifer,” Beatrice replied from the doorway, “that’s why you have this entire week to recover. But as Ms. Glazer will explain later, you are not to use any makeup or moisturizer this week. Additionally, you are free from classes this week because you need to keep your skin uncovered as much as possible. The only clothes that we’d prefer you use are your panties and your robes as a cover-up. Keeping your skin uncovered and exposed will allow it to heal properly.”

“What are we supposed to do all week?” Mark asked.

“Hi, Merissa!” Ilsa said, “We used the time after we went through the procedure to read teen magazines and women’s fashion magazines like ‘Allure’ and ‘InStyle’. Whether you like it or not, we have to get you to think and act as a female at the same time your body develops. There is no better way to learn what a girl likes than reading teen entertainment and fashion magazines. You have a lot of learning to do and this is a good week to start catching up.”

“We, also, spent a lot of time polishing our fingernails and toenails,” Beatrice added. “You haven’t really learned about the importance of pretty nails for women, yet. We use our hands so much when we talk and we even show them off when we’re walking. A pretty manicure is an absolute necessity. Additionally, so many of our shoes are sandals or open-toed pumps, that a nice pedicure really brings attention to a sexy pair of heels.”
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“Have you weighed yourself recently, girls?” Ms. Glazer asked 2 days later when she visited their room. “I was hoping that you’d begin to watch your weight as your figures develop.”

“Yes!” John almost cried. He didn’t know what was happening to him but he was getting so emotional recently. “I’m down to 150 pounds and they seem to be giving us smaller and smaller portions when they send us our food. When will we be able to go to the cafeteria again?”

“Girls, we have started each of you on a diet,” Ms. Glazer smiled. “Jennifer, we need you to lose another 15 pounds to reach your ideal weight of 137 pounds. So when you start classes next Monday, we will continue your portion control.”

“You can’t be serious, Ms. Glazer,” John replied. “I’ll be nothing but a bag of bones if I lose that much weight.”

“Don’t be silly, Jennifer. Do you think Beatrice is a bag of bones?”

“No, I guess not,” John answered, “but what does that have to do with me?”

“Beatrice is an extremely curvaceous young lady who is 5 foot 10 inches just like you. She weighs 137 pounds and although she is thin, no one would ever think of her as a bag of bones. As a matter of fact, the boys find her voluptuous and, although you want to deny it right now, in a few months you’ll want the boys to find you voluptuous not bony.”

“What’s my target?” Alan asked sheepishly while holding his hands girlishly at his hips and drawing his stomach in tightly.

“Your target is 127 pounds, Alexis,” Ms. Glazer laughed, “and Merissa’s is 133 pounds. From your smile, I bet you will work hard to achieve that.”

“I will do my best,” Alan blushed.

“Now, girls, I had two other reasons for stopping by. First, since you have healed so nicely, Beatrice, Ilsa and Leeza will be here shortly to properly fit you into your new corsets.”

“Why do we need corsets?” John whined, “Girls don’t wear corsets anymore.”

“I’m afraid they still do, Jennifer,” Ms. Glazer smiled. “Women wear corsets to slim their waistlines and lift their bust lines. We all want the perfect hourglass figure. For ‘new’ girls like you, corsets are a wonderful tool for figure training. My guess is that each of you has at least a 30” waist, at best! We need to reduce your waistline to around 24-25 “. That’s going to take a lot of work but we’ve learned to do it gradually over a period of at least 6 months in concert with a reduced diet. The other reason that I stopped by was to let you know that I am keeping the Beauty salon open in the schoolhouse on Sunday just for you. Knowing that you want to look your best for classes on Monday, I’ve arranged for each of you to get a professional manicure and pedicure so continue practicing until then but you’ll get the real thing on Sunday. I’ve also asked our colorist and hair stylist to join us so you can begin to exchange ideas and experiment with different looks and styles. Finally, I have asked Leeza and Ilsa to assist when you get your ears pierced. Aren’t you excited? Have you thought about whether you want two holes or one in each ear?”

“I’ve always liked seeing girls with two earrings in each ear,” Alan replied, “I love it when they can wear a diamond stud along with dangling earrings. So I think I want two holes in each ear.”

“Are you serious, Alan?” Mark barked. “When did you learn so much about earrings? Ms. Glazer, earrings are so permanent; they’ll mark us as girls forever. Can’t we skip the earrings?”

“Merissa, you are a girl forever so learn to enjoy, dear. You won’t want to go anywhere when you leave here unless you’re wearing the perfect set of earrings. And you can share and exchange earrings with your girlfriends; it’s one of the many fun things about being a girl. In time, I’m sure you’ll agree.”
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On Sunday, the boys were joined by Leeza, Ilsa and Ms. Glazer as they made there way over to the Beauty salon in the schoolhouse. Despite his frequent objections, John was the epitome of feminine grace as he listened to his heels click on the sidewalk on the way over. Without prompting, he gracefully held his shoulder bag over his right shoulder while holding his left arm bent at both the wrist and elbow. “So, Leeza and Ilsa, have you pierced anyone’s ears before or are we your first guinea pigs?”

“You are certainly not our first, Jennifer,” Leeza laughed. “Ilsa and I have been thinking about working as beauticians when we leave here and we have been helping in the salon for the past year. Trust us; we’ll do a beautiful job on your ears. You’ll barely feel it. If you feel daring, we can do your navel!”

“No navel piercing until you are finished with your electrolysis, girls,” Ms. Glazer interjected as they entered the salon. “There is no need to risk an infection. By the way, I love your choice of dresses, girls. Wrap dresses are perfect for salon visits. They are easy to get off and on and they really accentuate your figures.”

“What figures?” Alan sighed, “I think these dresses look silly with this extra material drooping on my chest.”

“Don’t worry, Alexis,” Ilsa laughed, “Over time your breasts will develop as your body continues to absorb all of the female hormones. Maybe they won’t be as big as mine or Leeza’s but they will fill your dress out a little more.”

“Why won’t my breasts grow as big as yours?”

“Boys starting female hormones slowly develop breasts over a period of a few years, girls,” Ms. Glazer began, “but our experience is that our girls generally develop breasts about one cup size smaller than their mothers. So if your mother is a B cup, then I’m afraid you’ll likely be no larger than an A cup. Still, for most women, breasts are a very important and an especially visible aspect of their ‘womanhood’. For our ‘new’ girls, breasts are an important part of their self-acceptance and self-confidence, so most of our girls choose to have implants to enhance their ultimate appearance.”

“Can we decide to get implants?” Mark nearly whispered.

“If any one of you decides you want implants, I’d be thrilled to set up an appointment,” Ms. Glazer smiled, “but remember, it’s your decision and not everyone wants larger breasts.”

“You might want to keep two other things in mind while we’re speaking of breasts,” Ilsa interjected. “First, soon you will learn just how sensitive and erogenous your breasts are as they develop. They easily replace the feelings you’ve already lost in your groin area. It has been my experience that the larger my breast became, the larger my erogenous area became. Second, larger breasts are definitely much more sexually attractive to men and you’ll love the response you get when you show a little cleavage in a roomful of men.”

“I don’t think so,” John said sarcastically, “You may have castrated me and forced me to wear girly clothes but you can’t force me to want to sexually attract boys.”

“Don’t be so sure of yourself, Jennifer,” Leeza laughed. “I was much more masculine than you were when I came to the academy and all I could think about was getting girls into bed. My mother sent me here when I was just starting the equivalent of your ninth grade in Germany. I was supposed to be playing rugby in high school and look at me now. I love being a girl and I wouldn’t dream of making love with anyone but a man. You’ll see, men make you complete, especially when you can feel them inside you.”

John was so incensed he couldn’t even reply. He wasn’t gay, so there was no way he would ever have sex with a man even if they removed his genitals, he thought to himself as they entered the salon. Soon, he laughed to himself, they were going to tell him he was going to enjoy giving blow jobs, momentarily remembering how good he used to feel when a girl wrapped her lips around his member. He quickly came back to the present when he realized he hadn’t had an erection in weeks and, according to the girls, would never have one again.

Never having been in a Beauty salon, the boys were mesmerized when they entered this feminine bastion. After they were greeted by the receptionist, they were led back to a changing room. Walking past the manicure and pedicure stations they could only smile as they saw how many different colors of nail polish were available to choose from. When they arrived at the changing room, they were asked to remove their dresses, nylons and heels before putting on pink silk robe,

“Girls, this will go smoother if we split you up. Jennifer, why don’t you start with a pedicure while Alexis gets a manicure? Merissa, come with me and I’ll introduce you to our colorist and stylist. They’ll begin with a consultation and hopefully suggest a style and a perfect shade that really complements your face.”
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A few days later, they were fully immersed in classes again although Ms. Glazer allowed them to attend class together.

“Today, girls, we are going to learn the basics of fashion and style,” Mrs. Walker said before turning and walking towards a table in the back of the classroom. “Why don’t you follow me and I can discuss with you how I put together my wardrobe.”

When John, Mark and Alan arrived at the table, she began, “I am going to start with our intimate apparel. Laid out on this table you can see a number of different undergarments. Can any of you name them or describe them?”

“I see a number of different bras and panties,” Mark replied.

“Yes, there are a number of panties and bras but each has a different name and a different purpose,” Ms. Glazer answered. “This is a T-shirt bra and we use it to create a seamless look under a tight-fitting top.
This here is a La Perla push-up bra with underwire for support. We wear push-up bras when we want to highlight our cleavage and you’ll definitely find many times that you want to highlight your cleavage.
This is a strapless bra that you want to wear to with a strapless dress. The wonderful thing about women’s fashions is that it is constantly changing. Not only do designers get to create original dresses, skirts and blouses every day but they then get to design the intimate apparel to go with it.
So not only do you have to learn about women’s fashions but you have to learn about what we wear under our outerwear to enhance our look. You need to learn when to wear panties and when to wear thongs. You need to know when to wear a camisole under a blouse and when you can wear it by itself. You need to learn when to wear a chemise with a dress and when to wear a slip with a skirt. And then you have to learn about hosiery; when to wear pantyhose, seemed pantyhose, fishnets, or thigh-high nylons with garters.
Girls, you have so much to learn but, as you’ll learn, women’s fashions are so much fun! We can spend days talking just about lingerie. So I’ll start by describing each item I have put out on the table.”

On the Saturday after returning to classes, Beatrice stepped into the boy’s room around 10:30 am and said, “Wake up, girls. I though we might skip breakfast but pick up some fruit and cheese from the cafeteria and have a picnic brunch outside. It’s such a lovely day and the gardens are beautiful this time of year.”

“Oh, hi, Beatrice,” Alan said rubbing his eyes, “a picnic sounds wonderful. I would love to get a little color on my face.”

“I’d love to feel a little sunshine, too!” Mark beamed. “What should we wear?”

“I’ll leave that to you,” Beatrice smiled, “but you might want to choose something a little flirty with a full skirt since we’ll be sitting on the ground. Wearing a miniskirt or a pencil skirt might prove difficult at a picnic. You selected your outfits all week by yourself, I’m sure you’ll find something perfect. Where’s Jennifer?”

“I don’t know,” Alan responded, “I never heard her get up.”

“I don’t know either,” Mark laughed, “she’s always so hungry, maybe she went to breakfast.”

“No, I just came back from the cafeteria and she wasn’t there. Why don’t you get showered and dressed while go look for her.”

Quickly closing the door behind her, Beatrice walked slowly down the hall and downstairs before increasing her pace when she was outside the dormitory. Not wanting to alarm Alexis or Merissa, she deliberately said nothing but knew she had to quickly inform Ms. Glazer. Arriving at the administration building nearly breathless, she immediately went to Ms. Glazer’s office and knocked on the door.

“Come in, dear,” Ms. Glazer replied.

“Ms. Glazer, I think Jennifer is attempting to escape. I’m sorry if I’ve let you down. I thought she was beginning to accept her femininity.”

“Don’t worry, Beatrice,” Ms. Glazer began, “You’ve been doing a wonderful job. I’ve been expecting this; actually hoping for it.”

“What do you mean ‘hoping for it’?” Beatrice asked.

“Although Merissa, Alexis and Jennifer have done everything we’ve asked of them lately, they really haven’t accepted that they are no longer boys. Jennifer, in particular, has been waiting for a chance to escape. I want all three girls to realize that the only way they’ll ever leave here is when they physically and mentally accept their growing femininity. I’ve been tracking Jennifer all morning using her wonderfully installed GPS tracker. She is hiding in the food delivery truck hoping it will be her ride out of here. Little does she know that the pain device in her scrotum is activated once she attempts to leave the grounds even if the gate is open to let the delivery truck exit. You’ll be happy to know she is dressed beautifully this morning. She’s wearing a floral printed jersey dress with an extremely modest scooped neck; I’m sure she’s still embarrassed by her lack of cleavage. Her dress is perfect for a Saturday afternoon trip to the mall with its gently flared A-line shape with three-quarter sleeves. And she’s matched it perfectly with black 3” pumps and a black leather Michael Kors handbag. Why don’t you walk over to the exit and help her because I’ve asked the delivery man to stop when he hears her screaming after pulling through the gate? Compliment her on her outfit after you console her but let her know there is no leaving until she graduates.”
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Two months later, John walked into his room after his Friday afternoon Hair Styling class and saw his two best friends giggling like teenage girls. “What’s so funny, Alan? You and Mark are acting like two teenage bimbos.”

“Well, how are we supposed to act, John? Look at us. We look like two teenage girls. We’re practicing changing our daytime makeup to a more dramatic evening look so we look elegant at dinner tonight. When will you realize that there’s no turning back? We’ve accepted that we’re girls and we want to look our best. When will you?”

“I’m sorry,” John said as he fell onto his bed crying uncontrollably. “I know there’s no going back but I just have problems accepting myself as a girl. I still feel like a boy going through the motions.”

“Have you looked in the mirror lately?” Mark asked as he and Alan made their way over to John’s bed. While Alan stroked John’s hair, Marked dabbed at his eyes with a tissue and continued, “Now, let’s dry those tears. Do you know how stunning you look? I would love to be as feminine as you.”

“Thank you both,” John giggled through his tears, “I don’t know what I would have done if I had to go through this without you.”

“We’ve been best friends since first grade,” Alan smiled, ‘let’s continue to support each other our entire lives.”

“John, we wanted to talk to you about a decision that we have both reached separately,” Mark began while Alan continued to caress John’s hair. “We’ve both decided to ask Ms. Glazer if we can get breast implants.”

Surprising Alan and Mark, John smiled and said, “I’ve suspected that you wanted to have this conversation for a few weeks.”

“We have but you always seemed so angry and unapproachable,” Alan laughed.

“Why do you want the implants?”

“I’ve accepted that I’m going to be a woman,” Alan replied. “And I want to look attractive in my clothes. We’re almost 18 years old and we’re still wearing training bras. I’ve been reading a lot about female hormone therapy and there’s a good chance we’ll never develop beyond an A cup.”

“That’s only half the reason,” Mark laughed. “John, have you noticed the sexy bras and corsets Bea, Ilsa and Leeza get to wear? We think that improving our figures will make us feel sexier and we can’t wait to wear lingerie that’s sexier than our training bras.”

“Have you decided what size you want to be?” John whispered.

“We both understand that we will continue to develop for a few years,” Alan replied, “But we’d like to end up with at least C cups when we’re finished. We’re going to ask Ms. Glazer this afternoon.”

“Can I go with you?” John smiled.

“We’d love your support,” Mark laughed hugging John.

“I’m not going with you to support you,” John laughed, “I’m going to join you. I’ve wanted larger breasts for a while now but I’ve been afraid to tell anyone. I’m really starting to enjoy being a girl and I know I’ll feel a lot more feminine when I get rid of these training bras. Have you seen Beatrice in that black lace push up bra and matching panties? I want to look as good as her in my lingerie. Let’s go now before I lose my nerve again.”

“One thing before we go,” Alan said looking from John to Mark. “Merissa and Jennifer, my name is Alexis now and I insist we use our female names from now on. Are we in agreement?”

“Yes, Alexis,” John and Mark replied in unison, “No more boys names for us either.”
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Three weeks later the boys were almost fully healed. Ms. Glazer had let them stay in their room until they were feeling more comfortable. While still a little sore, the boys couldn’t help touching or looking at their new breasts. None of them could believe how big their areolas were and, more importantly, how sensitive their breasts had become. Each of them enjoyed feeling their breasts and watching their areolas become erect and swell as they caressed themselves. Not being able to masturbate their own penises any more, caressing their breasts allowed them a modicum of sexual release.

After watching John excitedly caress his breasts when he thought no one was watching, Ms. Glazer paid an early morning visit saying, “Jennifer, Don’t you just love your new breasts? Do you get tingly inside like I do when you rub them through your silk robe? Now that you have healed so nicely, I think we should find you new corsets that will support your new breasts. Leeza, Ilsa, and Beatrice can you grab those new corsets with the B cups. Boys, I hope you aren’t disappointed with the size of your new breasts. Although you are only B cups now, with your continued hormone therapy you should be C cups in about 6 months. Girls, let’s help them get dressed so they can practice walking with their new center of gravity. You’ll love the way your corsets support your breasts while sexily exposing your cleavage.”

After secretly watching the boys caress their new breasts, Ms. Glazer thought it would be a perfect time to touch base with their mothers so she scheduled a late evening conference call with them. She scheduled her call for 8:00 pm knowing that it would only be 1:00 pm in Chicago.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” Ms. Glazer began the conversation. “I haven’t heard from you so I just wanted to let you know that everything is going just as we planned.”

“How are the boys?” Judy asked, “I’ve felt so guilty since we decided to do this. Is there any way we can stop before it’s too late?”

“I’m afraid we are a little too far into it to think about quitting. Your son, John, has already decided that he wants to be called Jennifer and I just caught him secretly caressing his new breasts which are currently a 36B but which I expect to grow into a full 38C before you see him again. We gave each of them implants knowing that they still had more growth to look forward to. I chose their implants with the goal of them all growing into a 38C cup.
Frankly, they are all turning out beautifully. You will all be shocked when you see how feminine they’ve become.”

“How’s my Alan?” Sally Murphy asked through her tears.

“He’s a doll,” Ms. Glazer replied. “He was always the first one to decide to accept another girlish step. He has chose Alexis as his female name. If you can believe it, he is down to 140 pounds and has a figure you can only dream about. And Lindsay, Mark, is not far behind. He wants to be called Merissa and he weighs 142 pounds and they love their weekly trips to the beauty salon. No one would ever guess they weren’t girls. I’m guessing it will be another few months before they ask for the final operation. Some girls take as long as four years before deciding on sexual reassignment surgery. But given the competition and support your ‘new’ girls enjoy, I wouldn’t be surprised if they request it in 6 months. They are really working hard at becoming young ladies and you should be very proud of them.
Ladies, it was a pleasure speaking with you, and please don’t worry, you’ll love the girls your sons are becoming.”

“Jennifer, you have to lean back when you walk in heels,” Beatrice instructed, “your hips should be forward and arms at your side with both your elbows and wrists slightly bent. That’s it; roll your hips when you walk and keep your wrists soft but not completely limp. There you go, you’re a natural.”

“It’s beginning to feel natural,” John replied, “and despite my denials at first, my breasts add to the entire feel. There’s nothing that makes me feel more feminine than walking and hearing the click of my heels as my hips wiggle back and forth with my hair bouncing in waves below my shoulders and my breasts moving softly in my bra and generously exposed in a low-cut blouse.”

“Now if you want to let a man know that you are interested as you are walking by,” Beatrice smiled, “you need to continue walking past him and when you are about 5 steps beyond him, you want to turn your head with a sexy flick of your hair and see if he is following you with his eyes. If he is then you want to give him one of your warmest smiles before sexily flicking your hair and continuing on your way. Do you think you want to give it a try?”
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“Marissa, have you ever thought about how you would make love to a man?” Leeza inquired.

“No,” Mark replied, “Do I have a lot to learn?”

“Well, yes and no,” Leeza laughed. “I understand that you and your friends were fairly experienced before you came to Europe so you already know how a boy is driven by his penis. All he wants to do is have an orgasm. So you already know better than me how a boy feels when you begin to excite him.
Our job as women is to bring him to orgasm but to slow down the process so that we heighten the experience. Sometimes I deliberately bring him to orgasm quickly without even touching his penis by gently massaging his genitals with my hair. Once he’s had an orgasm I can take my time and slowly bring him back to the same point again.
So as you can see, sex is more than just the physical touching, it is also about the seduction, and the imagination.
When I bring a man to orgasm without touching him then I truly own him for the rest of the night. Men are so embarrassed about any possibility of premature ejaculation that they beg you to try again. A year ago if a girl were to touch you with her mouth, how long would it take you to cum?”

“The last time it happened, I came in less than 30 seconds,” Mark replied.

“Exactly, so you have to learn to control a man’s orgasms. If he looks like he is going to explode then I make him cum as quickly as possible and then tell him we have the remainder of the time to do it again. If he looks like he can control himself then I use the entire time to slowly and methodically bring him higher and higher until he can’t take it anymore and he begs me to make him cum.
I enjoy the entire process of seduction. I enjoy knowing that someone desires me and I enjoy seeing him physically respond to my seduction. I also really enjoy pleasing a man so I never hold anything back when we’re together.
Merissa, do you remember what you liked about receiving oral sex?”

“Do you really want to know?” Merissa asked blushing deeply.

“Don’t be silly, girl!” Leeza laughed, “You’re one of us now. Yes, I want to know because it will only make us better lovers when we get to do it to our partners.”

“Well, I just loved the feel of wet and warm lips on my penis,” Mark replied. “I, also, loved looking at a girl with her long hair sliding up and down on my shaft knowing that I was the one receiving pleasure. I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you that it felt like a power trip. She was totally pleasing me and I never thought that she enjoyed it. I always asked her to swallow all my semen which couldn’t have tasted good. Forgive me for saying this, it’s so crude; but sometimes I would hold their heads and force them to swallow as I pumped a load in their mouths.”

“That’s exactly what I thought,” Leeza laughed. “Men really think that they are in total control. You have to learn to think like a woman. We know exactly what a man wants and we give it to him to achieve our ends. Most women already know that most men love it when you swallow their semen, so do it! It doesn’t taste that bad and you may get a little gift if you do.
I always let my men feel like they are in control because it makes them feel powerful. But think about it, what will he do if I don’t wrap my lips lovingly around his shaft and milk him? He’s going to go into a bathroom and jerk himself off. So who really has the power here? We do. You and I do, because we’re women.”
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“Alexis, have you ever taken any formal dance lessons?” Ilsa inquired.

“Yes, I took lessons for two years to escort my old girlfriend to a cotillion just before Christmas last year,” Alan replied.

“Well, now we have to get you to forget everything that you’ve learned and begin again from a new perspective.”

“Why do I have to forget everything that I’ve learned,” Alan asked looking extremely puzzled. “Dancing is simply dancing, isn’t it?”

“No, silly,” Ilsa laughed. “You’re not going to be leading anymore. You’re going to have to learn to follow your partner; backwards, forward and sideways in 3-4” heels. You’re going to have to learn to twirl and spin and turn and do it like you’ve been practicing since you were a little girl. Finally, you’re going to be wearing a dress! You will need to learn how to dance in both a short dress and a long formal gown. It’s not as easy as you might think. You have to be careful twirling and dipping when you’re wearing a short dress so you don’t expose yourself to the entire room. You’re also going to have to learn to avoid tripping on your skirt when you are wearing a long gown. If you’re ready, let’s start with a basic closed ballroom dancing position with me leading.”
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“Good morning, girls!” Mrs. Wilson gushed as she entered the classroom. “My, you all look lovely today.

“Thank you, Mrs. Wilson,” they all replied in unison.

“Today we are going to work on your social skills by doing a little role-play. I’ve brought a table into the room so we can pretend we are having lunch. Leeza and I are going to sit here at the table waiting for our two girlfriends, Ilsa and Beatrice, to join us for lunch. I want you everyone to keep a close eye on us and learn how we interact.”

Just then Beatrice and Ilsa came strolling into the classroom deliberately exaggerating the wiggle of their hips and their feminine gestures as their heels clicked rhythmically on the hardwood floors.

“Oh, there they are,” Ilsa gushed as she moved quickly over to Mrs. Wilson’s side. Just as quickly Beatrice was over beside Leeza who, along with Mrs. Wilson, had lifted herself out of her seat, “Don’t you look lovely, Leeza!” Beatrice gushed as she air-kissed both of her cheeks, “I love your blouse and that necklace looks so pretty with that neckline.”

“Your so sweet, Bea,” Leeza responded, “I found this blouse at a sale at Bendel’s. Maybe we can go there after lunch to see if we can find any other treasures.”

Beside her, Ilsa gushed as they air-kissed each others cheeks, “Mrs. Wilson, I love your dress and those heels go deliciously with it.”

“Thanks, dear,” Mrs. Wilson replied, “I really love the feel of my dress and the way it hugs my body when I move.”

After separating, Mrs. Wilson turned towards Beatrice and Ilsa greeted Leeza before Mrs. Wilson suggested they all grab a seat before the entire restaurant was looking at them. After they sat down, she turned towards Alan, Mark and John and asked, “Well, girls, what are your thoughts after watching the first part of our role-play?”

“The first thing I noticed,” John began, “was how exaggerated your female mannerisms were as you entered the room.”

“That’s a great observation, Jennifer,” Mrs. Wilson replied, “When women get together in social situations where they will be observed by strangers, either men or women, they always exaggerate their femininity. Something as simple as an air-kiss includes an exaggerated toss of my hair. And did you pick up anything, Alexis?”

“Well, you barely even touched cheeks when you greeted each other,” Alan replied.

“Another great observation!” Mrs. Wilson continued, “Women are very tactile and sensual. They always greet each other by touching and holding each others hands. Men are generally much more formal and won’t touch or kiss someone unless they know them very well. But, as you noticed, we only touched cheeks as we air-kissed. This is simply because women spend a great deal of time getting their make-up just right and the last thing they want to do is smudge their lipstick or leave a lipstick smudge on another women’s cheek. Touching cheeks allows us to display the intimacy that we, as women, are allowed. And how about you, Merissa?”

“I noticed that both you and Leeza got out of your seats to greet Ilsa and Bea when they entered the room,” Mark chimed.

“Another wonderful observation, dear!” Mrs. Wilson replied. “Women always stand to greet other women. We will do a role-play this afternoon of a dinner date with two men and you will notice that when we are seated and introduced to a man that we stay seated. We simply offer them our hand and if we know them well, possibly a cheek to kiss. Now, let’s continue with the lunch.”
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Exactly 18 months after they started at Pizen Academy, the boys had reached their decision. “Are you ready to go home, Jennifer?” Alan asked one Saturday afternoon.

“Are you really asking if I’m ready for reassignment surgery, Alexis?” John smiled.

“Yes,” Alan laughed, “I’m tired of hiding this little thing. I want to become a complete woman.”

“I guess I’m a little scared.” John said softly. “Its major surgery, you know. There’s always something that could go wrong but I’ve been dreaming recently about what it would feel like to have a vagina. Have you been thinking about it, Merissa?”

“I’ve been dreaming about it as well,” Mark replied blushing. “Do you remember what Leeza said about being with boys when we first went to the beauty salon nearly a year ago?”

“Yes,” Alan laughed, “I thought she was trying to scare us but now I realize she was telling us the truth. I don’t know if it’s the hormones or all the girly training we’ve been through, but sometimes I dream about being with a boy and feeling him inside of me.”

“My dreams are even worse,” Mark laughed, “I’ve dreamt of performing oral sex on a boy. I hate to admit it, but having experienced it as a boy; I think I’d be good at it. I know exactly what to do to drive a boy wild.”

“I’ve been having similar dreams, girls,” John began hearing a knock on the door, “even though I’ve been fighting them since we started here. But I really want to go slowly with boys. Do remember what we were like?”

When Alan opened the door, he saw Beatrice, Leeza and Ilsa in the hallway dressed like they were going out dancing. “We hate to interrupt, girls, but we couldn’t help but overhear a little of your conversation,” Ilsa said.

“Actually, we couldn’t help overhear your conversation because each of us had our ear on your door listening,” Beatrice laughed.

“We want you to know that we’ve been in the exact position that you are now,” Leeza injected, “and we’re available if you ever need any advice or even just someone to talk to.”

“Thanks, girls,” John smiled, “You’ve been wonderful friends and role models since we’ve been here and we all look up to you even if you tricked us into coming here.”

“Are you disappointed with the girl you’ve become, Jennifer?” Beatrice asked.

“No, at first I hated what you and Ms. Glazer had done to me. But slowly I started to enjoy the girl I was becoming. It’s funny; I just asked Merissa and Alexis if they remembered what we were like as boys. We were horrible. We were selfish and rude. We had no respect for girls, not even our mothers. And look at us now. I love being a girl. I love being able to express my feelings and emotions without being embarrassed. I love my hair and how it feels when I move. I love getting dressed from selecting my dress to picking the right lingerie. I love putting on my makeup and trying different looks. To be honest, I’ve never been happier in my life. But I do miss my family and I guess I don’t quite feel complete.”

“I’m so happy for all of you!” Beatrice exclaimed as she moved to each of them and gave them a hug. “But let’s put off any decision-making tonight. How about joining us for a night of dancing downtown?”

“Will Ms. Glazer let us off the campus?” Alan gushed.

“She insists,” Ilsa smiled. “She knows that you are real close to making a decision and she thinks that all the attention that you’ll receive from the boys at the nightclub will make your decision easier.”

“Can you give us an hour to get ready?” John squealed, “Girls, what do you think I should wear?”
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Two weeks after their operations, the new ‘girls’ were still very sore but the doctors had begun to remove their bandages. Not only had they had complete genital reconstruction but Ms. Glazer had insisted that they have additional work done to soften their faces and reduce their Adam’s apples.

Beatrice was sitting beside John holding a small mirror when she said, “You’re going to love the results when the swelling goes down. The doctor feminized both your chin and your nose and he did a wonderful job with your ‘new’ vagina. Did the doctor talk to you today when he removed the packing in your vagina?”

“Not really,” John replied. “He said that you would be here to talk to me soon. I’m so happy that you’re here, Bea! I can’t believe how sore I am.”

As Beatrice began, she realized that Ilsa and Leeza were having the same conversation with Alan and Mark. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news but,” Beatrice responded, “the hardest part and the most important part is still to come. I have with me four different vaginal stents. You need to insert the smallest stent into your vagina for at least ten hours each day to make sure it heals properly and maintains its ability to function. I need to help you lubricate it and insert it today but you need to get comfortable enough to do it yourself regularly.”

“Why did you bring the other 3 larger ones?” John inquired. “They’re so big. Will I ever have to use them?”

“As you heal, it will get easier and easier and you will want to use the larger ones,” Beatrice smiled. “You’ll soon learn what most young women already know. There is nothing like being penetrated and completely filled by a man. The bigger, the better! So, yes, you will want to use the larger ones. The more you heal, the less frequently you need to use the stents. And I suspect when you leave here eventually, you’ll have hundreds of ‘real’ stents on ‘real’ men that you can use. Now let’s try this one now that I’ve lubricated it. Brace yourself. This is going to hurt.”

“Jennifer, Merissa and Alexis, thank you for joining me in my office today. Why don’t you each grab a comfortable chair and arrange them in a circle around mine. I don’t want you to be embarrassed but we’re going to discuss our genitalia today,” Ms. Glazer began, “Why don’t you take off your panties and lift your skirts and you can see for yourself what we are discussing.”

“We’ve taken sex education, Ms. Glazer,” Merissa laughed.

“This isn’t funny, Merissa! You’ve only been a woman for a few months and soon you are going to be on your own socializing with both men and women and we need you to be cognizant and familiar with your entire body. How will you respond when a girlfriend tells you her boyfriend can’t stand touching her vulva? Will you ask her what she means or will you know that vulva is the proper name of your outer genitals. What will you say if a girlfriend asks you if you have ever had a boyfriend lick your clitoris? Will you be able to talk to her about the difference between your clitoral hood and your clitoral glans?
Now, girls, sit down and let’s start our lesson. Once you get into a comfortable position, I want you to spread your legs and we’ll start at the top of your vulva with your mons. This is the slightly fatty area where your pubic hair grows. Below that is your outer labia which if you open slightly you will see your labia minora.”

“What am I learning about today?” John inquired as Beatrice walked slowly into his bedroom.

“Before you get the wrong idea, Jennifer, I want you to know upfront that I am totally heterosexual,” Beatrice replied. “But today Ms. Glazer wants me to introduce you to different sexual positions so why don’t you get undressed and slide onto the bed.”

“What’s that behind your back?” John asked with some trepidation.

“This is called a strap-on,” Beatrice said as she slowly brought it in front of her. “Lesbians use these to stimulate themselves vaginally. I am going to get partially undressed and put this on and introduce you to a few different positions. Did you ever have intercourse when you were a boy?”

“Yes,” John replied blushing deeply.

“How did you enter the girl? Were you on top?”

“Yes, that’s the only way I ever did it. Are there other positions?” John replied.

“There are hundreds of positions, silly. I am going to leave you these two books, “The Joy of Sex” by Alex Comfort and the “Arabic Perfumed Garden” translated by Sir Richard Francis Burton. Now lie down on your back while I put a little KY on your vagina and this strap-on.”

When John was nicely lubricated, Beatrice slid on top of him and gently pushed her strap-on inside of him, “This is simply called the ‘missionary’ position. How does it feel?”

“The initial penetration was a little painful, but now it feels wonderful,” John smiled.

“Men generally assume that this is the only position there is. But it isn’t and I generally find that other positions allow greater penetration. When I’m inside you like this you should wrap your legs around me and try to move with my thrusts. When a real man is in my place you should try to squeeze the muscles in your vagina to further excite him as he approaches orgasm. Hold on a second while I pull out.”

“Oh, my God, why pull out? That was just beginning to feel good,” John gushed.

“I think you’ll like this even more,” Beatrice replied. “Let me lay down and then I want you to get on top of me.”

As John slowly lowered himself onto the strap-on, Beatrice whispered, “This is called the ‘cowgirl’ position. I love this position when I’m with a man. It really allows wonderful penetration and, more importantly, it allows our breasts to hang freely which in itself is pretty stimulating. Your man will generally enjoy stimulating your breasts as you ride him cowgirl style. How does this feel?”

“You’re exactly right,” John blushed, “This allows much better penetration and I can control the ride.”

“Before you get too carried away, let me show you another position. Slide off of me and get down on your hands and knees with your butt in the air.”

“Are you going to enter me anally?” John gasped.

“No, dear, this is called ‘rear entry’ or ‘doggy style’ and it is another position I enjoy,” Beatrice said as she slowly entered him. “I think this gives adequate penetration but it allows us to squeeze our partner even more plus it allows our man to caress our breasts and even stimulate our clitoris, like this. How do you like it?”

Oh, my god,” John whispered, “Will you keep that up for a few more minutes? I really think that I’m close to an orgasm and it will be my first as a woman.”

“Beatrice,” John began, “Are you, Ilsa and Leeza ever going to leave here?”

“Actually, we are leaving on Saturday, how did you hear?”

“I haven’t heard anything,” John smiled, “I was just wondering why you haven’t left yet. Ms. Glazer said we could choose to leave when we accepted ourselves fully as women and you did that long ago.”

“Ms. Glazer said the same thing to us but she also asked if we could stay around until we felt you were ready to face the world as women. We told her last week that you were ready. So Ilsa, Leeza and I have decided to buy a flat in London and move in together. We’ve become such great girlfriends that we wanted to room together while we begin University. Have you girls been talking to yourselves about leaving?”

“Yes, we have. But maybe I should get Alexis and Merissa and go and sit down with Ms. Glazer because although we want to go back to Chicago, we don’t want to go back to our families. Our parents haven’t heard from us in so long, I’m sure they think the worst.”

“You’re probably right, but don’t you think they’ll love to have you back?”

“God, no!” John exclaimed. “Our fathers will probably disown us if we’re lucky. They’ll accuse us of being gay and I’m afraid of what else they’ll do. I can’t imagine what it will do to our brothers. I don’t know if I ever told you but we each have brothers that are 2 years younger than us. They’ll become social outcasts when their high school friends make fun of them. And we don’t know how our mothers will react. Each of them is extremely feminine and our guess is that they will be disgusted seeing their formerly masculine sons preening around like they’ve been girls all their lives. We think they will see us as sissies and not the girls that we’ve become. So although we want to return to Chicago, we’d prefer our families to consider us dead.”
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Two weeks later, after dropping the ‘new’ girls at the airport in Prague to begin their new lives in Chicago, Ms. Glazer returned to the Academy to make the phone call that she had been dreading.

“Good afternoon, Ladies” Ms. Glazer began the conversation, “Is everyone connected to the conference call?”

“Yes, we’re all on,” Judy Hillman replied.

“Well, I hate to sound so solemn on a phone call but I have good news and bad news for you today.”

“Are the boys alright?” Lindsay Kirby exclaimed.

“Your daughters are fine, ladies, and you should begin to think of them as girls because that’s what they are now. No, the bad news is that they don’t want you to ever know that they’re alive. They asked me to arrange new surnames for each of them and never let anyone know what became of them.”

“I can’t believe that,” Sally Murphy wailed, “We just wanted them to come back as our daughters.”

“Well, if you consider where they started and how far they’ve come, you might be able to understand why they are afraid of facing you and your husbands. They don’t know you arranged for all of this. They’re afraid that you will reject them and they can’t face that with all they’ve been through. The good news is that they are already in the air on their way back to Chicago. I’ve arranged an apartment for them to rent in Lincoln Park and set up bank accounts as well.”

“What are they going to do in downtown Chicago?” Judy inquired.

“Each of them wants to go to college eventually so they intend to finish high school through an on-line course. They also would like to gain some confidence as women so I arranged employment for each of them. John’s new name is Jennifer Reilly and she has a job as a ‘personal shopper’ at Nordstrom’s. Mark selected Merissa Smith and she will be working as a manicurist at the ‘Chantal’ salon. Finally, Alan is now Alexis O’Hara and she has a job as a personal trainer at the East Bank club.
I want you to know that each of them seems very happy and truly excited about beginning their new lives as women. I’m just so sorry that it hasn’t turned out like you’d originally hoped.”
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One year later, Mark had just finished a manicure when Tiffany, the receptionist, ran over and asked, “Merissa, can you watch the front desk while I run to the ladies’ room.”

“Certainly, Tiffany, I’m finished here and I don’t think I have anything scheduled for 10 minutes.”

As Mark strolled over to the reception desk, he couldn’t help smiling as he listened to the familiar click of his open-toed 2  ½” pumps on the tile floor and felt his ash blonde hair swaying seductively over his shoulders. As he passed by the mirror and saw his reflection, he couldn’t help but think about himself two years ago. He would have died and gone to heaven to date the girl in the reflection and now that girl was him. He loved wearing his ivory and bronze Kate spade pumps with his black pleated A-line skirt with bronze ribbon trim. Today he completed his look with ivory floral tee with a low scooped neck and cap sleeves that beautifully accentuated his cleavage and soft arms. When he reached the desk, he looked down at the scheduling book and saw that his next appointment was for a manicure and a pedicure with a ‘Judy Hillman and 2 guests.’ He became immediately anxious wondering if it really could be John’s mother but he laughed at himself when he realized that John’s mother would never come all the way into the city to get a manicure.

Hearing the door open, he looked up in disbelief to see John’s mother entering with Alan’s mother and his own mother right behind them.

“Hello, dear,” Judy Hillman began, “We’ve each scheduled a manicure and a pedicure. Can you help us?”

Mark was almost speechless but mustered all his control and replied, “Good afternoon, Mrs. Hillman! I’m so happy you could join us.” Turning to the other ladies, he exclaimed, “Hello, Mrs. Kirby and Mrs. Murphy, thank you for scheduling with us.”

“Hello, young lady,” Lindsay Kirby said looking at Mark’s name tag, “Merissa, that’s such a pretty name, Do I know you from somewhere because you look so familiar?”

“No, I don’t think so unless you have visited our salon before.”

“Then how did you know our names?” Lindsay inquired, “I thought I overheard Julia making a reservation for just her and ‘2 guests’?”

“No, I see your name right here in the schedule,” Mark replied as he quickly erased ‘2 guests’ from the schedule and wrote Lindsay Kirby and Sally Murphy. “Here comes our receptionist. Yu Ping and I will be your nail technicians today, which two of you would like to come back first?”

“Sally, why don’t you and Lindsay go first,” Judy Hillman replied. “Merissa, do you mind if I come back and join you? We love to gossip and there’s no better place than a beauty salon.”

“That’s no problem at all,” Mark replied meekly, “I’ll grab you a chair on the way back.”

Forty-five minutes later, Mark had just finished his mother’s pedicure and was about to start with her fingernails when she asked, “Merissa, I really love your hair color. Is it natural or did you have it done here?”

“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” Ms. Glazer laughed. “Merissa, I have always envied girls like you who get to work in upscale salons like this. Your hair is so nicely styled! Did someone here do it for you this morning?”

Mark was nearly beside himself. Although he had been living comfortably as a woman for nearly two years, nothing could have prepared him for this. Here he was giving his mother a manicure and pedicure, engaged in a conversation with her and his 2 best friend’s mothers, while they were peppering him with questions about his hair color and style.

“I don’t know which question to answer first,” Mark began blushing brightly, “I definitely get my hair colored here, Mrs. Kirby. My natural color is a darker blonde but our colorist is amazing. Her name is Grace and, if you’d like, I can look into getting you an appointment. She’s usually booked weeks in advance but I can try to see if I can get you in earlier.”

“Thank you, Merissa,” Lindsay replied. “I think I can wait a few weeks. Maybe I’ll schedule a color when I schedule another manicure. Now I want you to stop calling me Mrs. Kirby because you’re making me feel so old. I insist on you calling me Lindsay when it’s just us girls here.”

“And you need to call me Judy and Mrs. Murphy would like to be called Sally,” Mrs. Hillman laughed.

“Thank you, Lindsay,” Mark blushed as he turned toward Mrs. Hillman. “And Judy, thank you for your compliments on my hair style. I do have it cut and blown out here once a month but what you see now is all my work. I have become pretty proficient with a blow dryer watching all of the girls here and it only takes me about 10 minutes to style it every morning.”

“Well, you look beautiful, my dear. Have you always lived in downtown Chicago?

Not knowing where she was going with her question, Mark replied, “No, Judy, I grew up in St. Louis and just moved here to work 2 years ago. Can I ask what made you schedule an appointment with our salon today?”

“Well, you probably can’t tell from our conversation today,” Judy began, “but we all decided that we needed to break out of our shells and live our lives again. You see, each of us lost a son a little over two years ago.”

“Oh, that’s terrible. I’m so sorry!” Mark replied. “I shouldn’t have been so forward.”

“No, no, dear,” Julia continued, “Actually, I’m really glad that you asked. Part of the grieving process is being able to talk about it. We each had sons who were just entering their final year of high school. They were best friends all of their lives. Two summers ago they went on a trip to Europe and they never came home.”

“That’s so sad,” Mark said as he felt tears pouring down his cheeks, “Please excuse me for a minute, ladies, I need a moment to compose myself.”

When he came back, Lindsay looked at him directly and said, “You are so sweet, Merissa, don’t worry, we feel like we are finally on the path to recovery. That’s why we’re here. We are looking to re-make ourselves and our first stop is the beauty salon.”

“Our next step is to find a health club to join,” Sally Murphy piped in. “With your body, Merissa, you must work out every day. Do you belong to a health club?”

“I belong to a club called the East Bank club,” Mark replied. “It’s a terrific club just a little west of here. I simply love their step and aerobics classes and their lounge is simply to die for. It’s a wonderful place to meet single people outside of the bars.”

“Do you mean single ‘men’?” Lindsay asked with a wink.

“Yes!” Mark replied blushing profusely.

“That’s just what we’re looking for!” Sally exclaimed. “We need to get back into shape and we would love an environment where we could meet single men.”

“Aren’t those wedding bands on your fingers, girls?” Mark asked in shock.

“Well, you haven’t met our husbands,” Judy whispered, “but they’ve been cheating on all of us since before we were married. We’ve recently discovered that they each have a girlfriend that they keep in a 3 bedroom penthouse down here. Can you believe it?”

“And what’s worse,” Sally injected, “Our friends have seen them downtown with these hussies for years.”

“That’s terrible! I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything worse,” Mark responded. “Now I understand why you want to re-make yourselves. You should really stop over at the East Bank club and have a look. I think you’d really like it.”

“Would you happen to know a personal trainer that you could recommend?” Julia questioned. “We thought we could save money by sharing a trainer. At the same time, we think we would work harder having each other’s support.”

“Let me think a minute,” Mark replied. “Lindsay, now that your nails are finished, why don’t you switch places with Julia so I can get her started?” Mark found it a little unusual that they were asking for a referral that would lead them to Alan. But after a little thought he realized that Alan/Alexis could use every referral he could get. More importantly, none of them had recognized him so there was no way in a million years that they would ever recognize Alan. Smiling he said, “Ladies, I think I know just the right trainer for you. Her name is Alexis O’Hara and all you have to do is call the main number and ask for an introductory training session and you can decide if you like her.”

“Can you get over how pretty he is?” Lindsay exclaimed after they had left the salon. “I loved his outfit and that tee really accentuated his breasts. I can’t believe how much he developed. Even though Ms. Glazer had described what she had done, it’s not until you see it that it becomes real.”

“He’s beautiful!” Julia replied. “If Ms. Glazer hadn’t sent me pictures I wouldn’t have guessed it was him.”

“I would never have guessed that he was ever a boy,” Sally laughed. “He was more feminine than any of us.”

“Let’s stop referring to Merissa as ‘him’, girls” Lindsay said. “She’s everything that I dreamed of in a daughter and more. Also, we are going to meet your new daughters soon and I don’t want to ever think of them as anything but girls.”

“How was your day?” Alan asked as Mark slowly closed the door of the brownstone.

“If you have a few hours maybe I can tell you,” Mark replied.

“Don’t be silly, Merissa, if you have something juicy to tell me, I’m all ears.”

“Well, our mothers came into the salon today and I ended up giving them each a manicure and a pedicure,” Mark replied. “Is Jennifer here, because I’m sure she wants to here this too!”

“Here she comes. Jen you won’t believe what happened to Merissa today,” Alan exclaimed. “Our moms popped into Merissa’s salon for manicures and pedicures today.”

“You’re not serious!” Jennifer choked. “Did they recognize you?”

“We chatted for hours and they had no idea who I was. How could they? Look at us. No one would ever recognize us.”

“You chatted for hours? What did they have to say?”

“I don’t know where to begin,” Mark laughed, “but let me start with our dads. They mentioned that our fathers have been cheating on each of them from before they were married.”

“You’re not serious!”

“And even better,” Mark continued, “They each have girlfriends who share a 3 bedroom penthouse condo here in the city; and their company owns the condo.”

“This is precious,” Jennifer responded. “We should have known with all the sex and dating advice they were giving us that they couldn’t keep their pants on. And one other thing, Alexis! They asked if I could recommend a personal trainer and I gave them your name. So if I were you, I’d expect a visit in the next few weeks.”

“You can’t be serious,” Alan replied. “I never thought I would see my mother again.”

“Well, get ready, because they already scheduled their next manicure for 2 weeks and they said they didn’t want to come back until they had a few workouts in.”

“Jennifer, you look like you’re floating in air,” Mark giggled as they both climbed the stairs to their rooms, “You must have a pretty special date coming tonight.”

“Actually, my date is picking me up in a limo tonight and I’m escorting him to some fancy doctor’s charity event,” Jennifer replied. “Let me show you the dress that I’m thinking of wearing.”

Mark nearly lost his breath as John took a long white silk chiffon gown out of his closet and held it up to his shoulders. “That’s beautiful!” Mark exclaimed, “You’ll look like a Grecian princess. Your red hair looks so beautiful when you’re wearing white.”

“Wait until you see it on me,” John began. “The V-neck plunges all the way down to the Empire waist. It’s almost sinfully decadent but as they say, ‘we may as well use it before we lose it.’ Now I understand why Mrs. Walker spent so much time teaching us about lingerie. I’ll definitely need to wear those silicone push-up gel pads to give me both support and a fuller look. Don’t you love this back square neck which softly accentuates my shoulders and back?”

“The entire dress is angelic,” Mark replied. “Do you know what shoes you’re going to wear with it?”

“I think these Just Cavalli braided dress sandals might work,” John replied. “What do you think?”

“They’re perfect!” Mark exclaimed. “Gold sandals really compliment the Grecian look and you can further heighten the look with a pair of gold drop earrings. A pearl necklace or a gold chain necklace would also look great–maybe even both. Have you thought about how you’re going to wear your hair?”

“I’m so glad you asked,” John replied sheepishly, “I was hoping you could help me with an updo with all of your experience in the salon.”

“I’d love to,” Mark smiled, “have you thought about a style?”

“Well, I’d love a ‘soft’, loose updo that moves when I walk or dance,” John answered, “Do you think you could help me with that?”

“I know just what you want. It will be so romantic. Have you been out with this doctor before?”

“This is our third date,” John replied, “I’m not falling in love, but I really enjoy his company. He is such a gentleman and he treats me like a princess.”

“Well, when I’m through with you, you’ll look like a princess.”

Alan was sitting in the snack bar in his black short-shorts and body-hugging black t-shirt with East Bank Staff emblazoned across it and picking at a salad when a tall, good-looking boy in his early twenties joined him at the table. “Hi, beautiful! Mind if I join you?”

“Oh, hi, Bill, you’re late. I thought you were going to join me here 15 minutes ago. I’m almost finished.”

“Almost finished!” Bill laughed. “You’ve barely even touched that salad. I wish I had your self-discipline with eating. How do you do it?”

“I just lost my ability to eat big meals a few years ago,” Alan smiled fixing the baseball style cap over his pony-tailed hair style. Before he could finish his thought he heard an announcement calling him to the front desk.

“Alexis, please come to the front desk where you have three guests,” a voice over the intercom repeated.

“I’m so sorry, Bill,” Alan sighed as she gently massaged his thigh, “I wasn’t expecting anyone and I thought we could spend this hour together. Could a girl convince you to take her to dinner? I’m free on Monday night”

As he walked away, Bill replied, “It’s a date, Alexis. How about 6:30 pm on Monday.”

“6:30 is perfect, honey, I can shower and meet you right here,” Alan replied already worrying about his new guests. When he made it downstairs, his fears were confirmed as he spied his mother and Mrs. Kirby and Mrs. Hillman at the front desk. “Well, I’m sure that Merissa is right,” he thought, “there is no way they could possibly recognize me so let’s get this over with.”

“Hello, ladies, I’m Alexis O’Hara, how can I help you?”

“Oh, hello dear,” Lindsay Murphy began, “I’m Lindsay Murphy and this is Sally Murphy and Judy Hillman. We were given your name by a friend of ours, Merissa Smith, from the Chantal Salon. We are looking for a personal trainer and she said you were the best. Did she tell you that we might stop by?”

“No, I haven’t seen Merissa in a while,” Alan lied. “Why don’t we go down to my office and we can talk about what you would like to accomplish.”

When everyone was seated, Lindsay began, “Like we mentioned to Merissa, we’ve all been through a lot over the past few years and we decided that we needed regain control of our lives. We want to feel good about ourselves again and that includes our bodies. Our friends have advised us to work with a trainer so that we stick with it.”

“Your friend gave you very good advice,” Alan responded, “so many people start exercise programs only to quit two weeks later. Are you looking to lose weight, gain some strength, firm yourself up, or increase you cardio-vascular ability?”

“How about all of the above,” Sally laughed. “It would be nice to get back into the clothes I wore 5 years ago.”

“Well, I would suggest a program of two days a week for 1  ½ hours each day,” Alan replied, “You could do it together and split the costs.”

“That sounds great, Alexis,” Sally smiled, “But will 2 days a week really be enough? You have a gorgeous figure; do you work out more than twice a week?”

“Oh, I’m not suggesting that you only work out twice a week,” Alan laughed, “I’m only suggesting that you work with me 2 days a week. I expect you to walk, run or cycle at least 3 additional days each week. I try to exercise in some capacity at least 5 days every week.”

“Where do we sign up?” Judy inquired.

“If you’re certain that you want to get started then all we need is your signature on a 6-month contract. Mrs. Hillman, here are the contracts. Can you pass the other two to Mrs. Kirby and Mrs. Murphy?”

“Alexis, all my friends call me Judy and, since we’re going to be working so closely together, I expect we’ll become good friends. So please call me Judy.”

“And please call me, Sally,” his mother smiled, “and this is Lindsay. Can we start today?”

Two hours later, Alan led the three exhausted women over to the locker room. “Ladies, congratulations! That was a great first day. It’s still early; do you have plans for the rest of the day?”

“I never expected to be this exhausted,” Judy began, “but our plans were to go over to Nordstrom and do a little shopping.”

“Over the next 12 months, I intend to buy a complete new wardrobe,” Sally added.

Before he could stop himself, Alan asked, “Have you ever used a personal shopper? They can be so helpful introducing you to new fashions and styles.”

“That’s a wonderful suggestion, Alexis,” Sally replied. “Do you know any personal shoppers over at Nordstrom’s?”

“Yes,” Alan replied wondering if he should have kept his mouth shut, “I use a friend of mine, Jennifer. Let me give you her phone number. I’m sure she’d love to help you.”

“I can’t believe it, Sally,” Judy exclaimed as they entered Nordstrom’s, “but your daughter is quite the hard-body. There is no fat on that girl and combined with her looks she’ll drive the boys crazy in this town.”

“I know,” Sally responded thoughtfully, “She has a body any girl would die for and her hair is so long and lustrous. Has it ever occurred to any of you that they may not be attracted to boys?”

“It has,” Judy replied, “but you must not have been on the call when we asked Ms. Glazer if they were getting used to their new plumbing. She insisted that not only did they enjoy the new plumbing but they especially enjoyed the feeling of completeness that they felt when a man was inside them.”

“Thank God!” Sally laughed, “I can’t imagine what the boys in this town would do if they couldn’t chase our little girls.”

“Judy, are you ready to meet your new daughter?” Lindsay asked as they approached the personal shopping desk.

“I’m almost hyperventilating,” Judy responded, “Can you ask for her at the desk?”

“Absolutely,” Lindsay said as she approached the service desk. “Excuse me, miss, but I’m looking for Jennifer. Is she here today?”

“Yes, she’s in the back, may I tell her your name?”

“My name is Lindsay Kirby and Alexis over at the East Bank club gave me her name.”

“I’ll be right back, can you wait right here while I go get her?”

“I’ll just be browsing over in the lingerie department,” Lindsay replied. “Thank you very much for your help.”

Stepping away from the desk, she turned to Sally and Judy and whispered, “Let’s move over to the lingerie department, I’d like to give her a chance to pull herself together before she has to meet us.”

“I can’t wait to see how she carries herself when she approaches,” Judy replied.

“Well, we don’t have to wait much longer, here she comes,” Lindsay exclaimed as a tall young woman with long, wavy luxurious red hair made her way across the floor, “She’s absolutely stunning.”

“Hello, ladies!” John began, “I’m Jennifer Reilly. How can I help you?”

“Oh, Hi, Jennifer!” Lindsay replied as she held out her hand in greeting. “I’m Lindsay Kirby and these are my friends, Judy Hillman and Sally Murphy. Alexis O’Hara, over at the East Bank club gave us your name when we mentioned we were going shopping at Nordstrom’s.”

John still felt awkward shaking hands as a girl. He couldn’t quite decide how strong or weak he should grip a hand but when they had finished he began, “Mrs. Kirby, is there anything specific I can help you find?”

“Now let’s not be formal, Jennifer. I won’t let anyone call me Mrs. When I’m shopping. We insist you call us Lindsay, Judy and Sally.”

“Ok, Lindsay, Sally, and Judy,” John began blushing brightly, “What can I help you with today?”

“Do you know how pretty you are when you blush, dear?” Judy smiled, “Let me tell you what we are thinking about. Each of us has suffered a tragedy within the past 2 years and we are only beginning to reclaim our lives. We have been so focused on being mothers over the last few years that we have neglected ourselves as women. So our goal over the next year is to completely update our wardrobes as we resurrect these bodies of ours.”

“Well you came to the right place,” John replied, “Let me show you a few dresses that I think would look great on each of you.”

“Your dress is stunning, Jennifer,” Judy replied, “And I love those stiletto sandals. Did you get them here?”

“Yes, I did,” John responded it. “My dress is a Just Cavalli tank dress from our designer department. And I just love wearing Manolo Blahnik heels. These gold sandals are so pretty and they allow me to show off my pedicure.”

“It’s a beautiful print and I really love the square neck and ruffled straps,” Sally injected. “The neck is sexy with being too demure.”

“Let’s start on the designer floor,” John smiled, “We’ll just get a flavor of each designer and their style.”
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When Mark entered the kitchen on Sunday morning, he was dressed for the beach in a wineberry nylon camisole on top of a white cropped cargo miniskirt. He completed the outfit with a pair of white Steve Madden sandals and a checked Burberry shoulder bag. Underneath his outfit, he was wearing a blue floral string bikini that barely covered his prized possessions. “So who wants to join me at the beach? How about it, girls! It’s going to be beautiful today.”

“I’m in.” John chimed, “Give me ten minutes to change into my suit and I’ll be ready to go.”

“I’d love to,” Alan pouted, “But I need to touch up my hair color and get another manicure and pedicure.”

“Your hair looks beautiful,” Mark replied, “You must have some special reason for getting it touched up.”

“Actually, I have a dinner date tomorrow after work.”

“Who’s the lucky guy?” Alan smiled, “He must be real handsome if he caught your eye.”

“His name is Bill Hopper and I met him at the club. He’s more than handsome; he’s gorgeous and that’s why I want to look my best. I hope you have a great time at the beach.”

By the time John and Mark got to the Oak Street Beach it was packed. “Do you see any place to put our blankets down?” Mark asked.

“What about over there by the volleyball courts?” John asked pointing.

“Do you mean right beside those two hunks in the red bathing shorts?”

“Well, I didn’t want to be so obvious,” John laughed. “Can you believe how toned their muscles are?”

Walking quickly across the hot sand, John and Mark approached the two young men and asked, “Is this space available?”

“Absolutely, girls, it was just waiting for someone like you to claim it.”

“Thanks,” John laughed as he slowly undid his ponytail and sexily tossed his hair. He and Mark then quickly spread their blankets, sat down and started applying sun screen.

“I’m sorry I didn’t properly introduce myself, girls. My name is Randy Smith and my brown haired friend here is Bruce Davis.”

“Hi, girls!” Bruce waved getting up from his blanket. “Could we interest you in a little game of volleyball?”

“I don’t know if I should play,” Mark smiled, “Will I ruin my nails?”

“You’ll only ruin your nails if you close your hands,” Bruce laughed, “But you should only hit the ball with your hand open.”

“Now I’m worried,” Mark laughed, “You sound like professionals. By the way, my name is Merissa”

“We are professionals, Merissa” Randy replied, “We’re visiting for the Chicago Professional Volleyball Open so who better to teach you the game.”

“Well, before we start, could you both help us put a little sunscreen on our backs,” Mark said as he turned over on his stomach.

“Randy, I think I want to be your partner,” John smiled. “My name’s Jennifer. Would you help me with my back?”

“Bruce, could you undo my bikini before you begin,” Mark asked, “I want to make sure that I’m completely covered because the sun is so strong today. And playing volleyball may make my strings move all over.”

Mark closed his eyes as Bruce gently spread the sunscreen over his back. It was only three years ago that John, Alan and he walked this very same beach hoping to find a willing girl to relieve them sexually. He laughed to himself when he remembered what sex used to mean to him. Back then it meant 30 seconds of arousal before a single orgasm. Now sex had an entirely different meaning. Sex was just the final part of a long seduction that often began over 5 hours before a date even began. First came a hot shower which he followed by completely covering himself with a lightly perfumed moisturizing cream. He then quickly dressed and went to the salon where he would indulge himself with a manicure and pedicure before finishing with a hair color, style and blow dry. When he came home he would completely undress and slowly decide which dress he was going to wear before selecting the lingerie that best complimented the dress. Nothing was as sexy as nylons, so he usually started with either a garter belt or a corset before rolling his nylons up and then putting on his bra and panties. Sitting before his mirror in his lingerie, he would then decide what look and color he desired with his makeup. He’d spend nearly an hour getting his makeup just right before moving back to his closet to slip on his dress. Although he had been doing it for over two years, it still felt deliciously sensual when he slipped his dress into position in all the right places. After a quick check in the mirror and a brush of his hair, he would slip on his heels, put on his earrings, necklaces and bracelets and then select a handbag before heading on his date. He smiled as he realized how much he enjoyed being a woman.

“Merissa, are you falling asleep?” Bruce laughed, “I generally don’t have that affect on women.”

“No, I was just remembering this same beach a few years ago and your touch was so relaxing. Let me re-tie my top and you and Randy can show us your volleyball moves.”

John and Mark’s bikinis didn’t leave much to the imagination and after about three minutes of playing John blurted, “Randy, don’t take this the wrong way because I love being your partner, but I don’t think my bikini is the best choice for playing volleyball.”

Mark was thinking the exact same thing as his breasts swung wildly back and forth as he moved to hit the ball. Not being much of an athlete to begin with, he was shocked at how his pendulous breasts restricted his movement.

“No offense taken, Jennifer,” Randy laughed, “Although I loved watching, we should have realized your bikinis were unsuited for volleyball.”

“Maybe you two knew exactly what you were doing,” John laughed.

“No we didn’t, I swear, Jennifer,” Randy implored, “Can we make it up to you by taking you to dinner tonight?”

“We’re busy tonight, but how about tomorrow night? We’re always free on Mondays.”

“It’s a date!” Randy exclaimed, “Here’s my cell phone number. Let’s talk tomorrow afternoon.”
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Four years after sending their sons off to Europe and one year after getting reacquainted again with their ‘new’ daughters, Judy Hillman sat in her living room with Lindsay and Sally talking about their recently completed divorces. “It’s nearly over, girls. How do you feel?”

“What do you mean ‘it’s nearly over’?” Sally laughed. “My divorce settlement is already in the bank and the deed to my house is now in my name alone.”

“Additionally, the Penthouse condo is now owned by us jointly,” Lindsay laughed opening a bottle of champagne. “Who wants a glass of bubbly?”

“I’d love one,” Judy smiled. “What I meant is that our daughters are not really part of our lives yet and I think we should force the issue.”

What are you thinking about?” Sally smiled.

“I was thinking about having a dinner party celebrating our divorces for all of our friends at our new condo next Friday night,” Judy began. “But I was thinking of forgetting to invite anyone but our daughters. I’m sure we’ll find a way to get reacquainted when we’re alone together.”

“That’s a wonderful idea,” Sally beamed. “I’m getting a manicure tomorrow. I can invite Merissa. I’ll make it sound like it’s a big party.”

“I’ll see Jennifer at Nordstrom’s on Sunday,” Lindsay smiled, “I’ll insist that she join us too.”

“I’ll invite Alexis after my workout tomorrow,” Judy said, “and I’ll take care of planning dinner and getting the apartment prepared.”
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“It was so nice of our mothers to invite us to their celebration cocktail party,” Alan said as he blended champagne shimmer and grey eye shadow on his lower eyelid while sitting at his vanity.

“I love your eyes, Alexis,” John gushed. “They look so sexy. What are you going to wear tonight?”

“I was going to wear my black Shoshanna Shirtdress but it’s a celebration so I’ve decided to wear my strapless cotton voile dress with pink circle prints. I think the camel Dolce & Gabbana sandals with 3 1/2'” heels will go perfect with it. Have you decided on a dress, Jennifer?”

“I think I’ll wear that Green tropical print silk chiffon dress that I love. It can be worn strapless but I think I’ll use the adjustable spaghetti straps tonight. I wonder if Merissa can help me with my hair because I love feeling soft curls cascading over my shoulders.”

“I’m ready to go,” Mark smiled, “I’d love to help you with your hair. Come into my room, I already have my curlers out. Are either of you worried about being recognized? I’m sure all of our mother’s friends will be there.”

“If our mothers haven’t recognized us over the past year,” Alan laughed, “Do you think anyone else can?”

“No, I guess you’re right,” Mark replied, “I hardly recognize myself when I look in the mirror.”
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“Hello, Girls!” Judy Hillman smiled opening the door leading into the living room. “Come on in and let me grab you a glass of wine. Would you like a Chardonnay or a Merlot?”

“Hi, Alexis,” Sally smiled, “I love your outfit especially those sandals; there perfect with your dress.”

“I thought about wearing a black dress,” Alan began, “But I decided your celebration required a little more color.”

“Hello, Jennifer!” Lindsay exclaimed. “I love your dress and the Kate Spade clutch is to die for. And Merissa, is that a Roberto Cavalli dress?”

“Yes, it is,” Mark smiled, “Jennifer must be showing you all of our favorite designers. I just love a sleeveless look especially with a plunging neckline. Are we the first ones here?”

“Yes, you are,” Judy smiled returning with several glasses of wine. “Sally and Lindsay wouldn’t let you decide on a wine before they descended on you so I brought a few for you to choose.”

“I’ll have a Chardonnay, please,” Alan smiled.

“I’ll take the same,” Mark and John laughed in unison.

“Wonderful,” Judy smiled, “Would you like a tour of the apartment?”

“We’d love to see everything. How many bedrooms does it have?” Alan replied.

“It has three bedrooms and you’ll have to excuse the décor,” Judy smiled. “We just took ownership after our divorces and I can’t tell if it was our husbands that did the decorating or their girlfriends. Let’s go into the dining room.”

As they all entered the dining room, John immediately noticed there were only 6 place settings around the formal table. “There are only 6 place settings. Are we the only guests staying for dinner?”

“Yes, as a matter a fact, you’re the only ones invited to the party, girls,” Judy smiled. “We’ve been waiting for the right time to get reacquainted with our new daughters and tonight seemed like a perfect time.”

Before she even finished, Alan let out a wail, dropped his glass and fell sobbing to the floor. “What do you mean? How do you know” he sobbed.

“Don’t cry, dear,’ his mother said as she dropped to her knees and held him in her arms. “We’ve been dreaming of this evening for months.”

“Mrs. Hillman, where can I get some towels to clean up the mess?” John asked.

“I’ll have none of that Mrs. Hillman stuff, Jennifer. You can either call me Judy or mother, but I’d prefer mother. Why don’t you come with me and will find some towels while Lindsay and Merissa try to sweep up the broken glass? When we’re finished we can all go into the living room and have a good cry before I start dinner.”

Twenty minutes later, everyone was seated in the living room watching the final shimmer of daylight glisten over Lake Michigan. Alan was being held by his mother on one side of a large sofa while Lindsay was holding Mark on the other side. Judy and Jennifer were facing them on the love seat when Judy asked, “Would anyone like another glass of wine? I’m going to open another bottle of Chardonnay and just leave it out on the coffee table so everyone can help themselves.”

“Merissa and Alexis, would you like to join me in the bathroom?” John laughed realizing how much they had changed. “I think we all need to touch up our makeup.”

“Let me grab my bag and I’ll be right with you,” Alan replied. “Mother, can you imagine us going to the bathroom together when we were boys?”

“No, I can’t,” Sally laughed, “but a mother can always dream and sometimes dreams do come true.”

“I’ll be right back, Mother,” Mark said, “Can you pour me just a little more Chardonnay?”

When everyone returned and was seated again, Judy started the conversation while holding John’s hand, “Girls, we have a lot to talk about and I don’t know where to begin.”

“Why don’t you start with how you recognized us,” Jennifer smiled.

“No, dear, I need to ask each of you first if you like being girls. Why don’t we start with you, Jennifer?”

“Well, ladies,” John exhaled, “I’ll be the first to admit that I fought this almost every step of the way. As we told you a few minutes ago, we were told that we had choices but every decision really led us to becoming girls. I never in my life thought about becoming a girl and now look at me. I’m happier than I’ve ever been and I love everything about being a girl.”

“I second that,” Mark laughed, “Not only are we happier as girls but I think each of us is a more caring and loving person. I’d never think about going back to being a boy.”

“Not that you could,” Alan laughed. “Ladies, we were all embarrassed about facing you as girls. Not that we didn’t love what we’d become. I love wearing dresses and heels and doing my makeup. I love playing with my hair and trying different hairstyles. I love working as a woman. But we were afraid you might not accept us as girls. That’s why we never came home.”

“Before you go any further,” Lindsay began, “we have a confession to make. Do you remember how you told us a few minutes ago that you were randomly selected and taken back to that academy in Pizen? Well, that wasn’t really true. We asked them to select you.”

“What do you mean?” Mark asked clearly shocked.

“The internet has made the world a much smaller place, girls,” Sally began. “About a year before your trip I came across a story about Pizen Academy and shared it with your mothers who were as equally disturbed by how the three of you were growing up. We had never even heard about schools that helped boys become beautiful young ladies. It wasn’t until we overheard your fathers set up your European adventure and tell you to sow your seeds all over Europe that we decided to do something. Our plan quickly came together and as you know it was pretty simple to get all of you just where we wanted you. The rest is history.”

“But why did you go through the process of offering us choices?” John inquired.

“You didn’t really have any choices once you landed in Europe, Jennifer. But what boy would willingly choose to become a girl without a little push. The choices we gave you only led you to the path we desired,” Judy responded.

“But how did you know that we’d really enjoy being women?” Alan asked.

“I’ll let your mother answer that question,” Judy smiled, “Sally?”

“Alexis,” Sally began, “Judy, Lindsay and I simply adore being women and we have loved each of you since the day you were born. We watched you grow up as beautiful little boys until puberty kicked in and under the direction and guidance of your fathers you became misogynistic young men. We didn’t want you to become the awful men that your fathers have become. Our only hope was that when you were introduced to the pleasures of being a woman that you wouldn’t look back. And it looks like we were right. Look at each of you. Would any one of you give up what you have become?”

“We love being women, mother,” Alan smiled as tears welled is his eyes. “But how did you find us?”

“Ms. Glazer told us you were pretty adamant about not seeing us again. But she did let slip that you were back in Chicago and that one of you was working as a manicurist in a salon downtown. You can’t believe how many beauty salons and nail salons there are in downtown Chicago. It took us a year before we found Merissa which led us to both of you.”

“Are each of you happy now that you’re divorced?” Mark asked.

“I don’t want to answer for Judy or Sally,” Lindsay started, “but I’ve never been happier in my life either. Each of us met your fathers when we were in high school and we thought we were in love. But, as you probably know, they never treated us very well. They cheated on us when we were engaged. They’ve had girlfriends since before you were born. This was their bachelor pad; this apartment that we’re in. They kept their girlfriends here before we won it in our divorce settlements.”

“By the way, girls,” Judy smiled. “This is now your apartment. We want you to live here while you’re living downtown. It will save you rent and there’s no better location. What do you say?”

“Are you serious?” John gushed. “What do you say, girls? I’d love to stay here.”

“I’m beside myself,” Mark laughed, “This night just keeps getting better and better.”

“I’m in!” Alan exclaimed.

“Now before we sit down to dinner,” Sally said, “We have one more thing to talk about. Alexis, there is no way you would know this, but your younger brother, David, is engaged and is going to be married in about three months. His best friends are Jennifer and Merissa’s younger brothers, Tommy and Jeff.”

“How old are they now?” Jennifer asked.

“There two years younger than you so they’re 19 now,” Judy replied.

“We are having dinner with them downtown next Friday,” Sally continued. “We would like you to casually run into us at the restaurant and offer to take the boys out for the night. We were hoping that you might teach them how to treat a lady before they get too much like their fathers.”

“Do you want me to have sex with my brother? Don’t you think they’ll recognize us?” Alan asked in shock.

“No, silly,” John laughed loudly. “First, they’ll never recognize us. And second, we’re not being asked to have sex. We are being asked to teach them how to treat women. I think they want us to split the boys up. I’ll work my charms on your brother. You can seduce Merissa’s and Merissa can be my brother’s date.”

“Where and when should we meet, ladies?” John smiled. “I’d love to help our brothers become better men.”
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“Boys, can I get you a beer?” John asked after they all came into the apartment.

“Sure, I’d love one,” David smiled. “And I’ve never heard Tommy or Jeff say no to a beer. So this is a ‘real’ apartment? Outside of my dorm, I’ve never been away from home.”

“Well, here’s your beer, boys,” John smiled. “David, why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you a ‘real’ bedroom.”

“Go for it, big guy!” Tommy laughed. “You may never get a chance like this again.”

“What’s so funny, big boy?” Mark smiled while running his fingers through Tommy’s hair. “Why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you my room?”

“I guess that leaves you and me, Jeff,” Alan smiled as he gently kissed him. “I think we’d be much more comfortable in my room.”
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As John slowly undressed for David, he could see he was having the desired affect. When he was completely unclothed, he slowly undressed David without saying a word. But just as he was about to gently touch David’s engorged penis with his hand, he saw that David was crying.

“Why are you crying, dear? John asked. “I can tell that you’re excited.”

“I’m sorry, Jennifer,” David whispered. “I know I’m excited. You’re beautiful; more beautiful than anyone I can imagine. But I’m engaged and I’ve promised my fiancé that I’d always love and honor her, unlike the way my father treated my mother.”

“That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard,” John replied in tears. “Your fiancé is one lucky girl! Why don’t you put your clothes back on while you tell me about her?”
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At almost the same time, Mark, who was already naked, was slowly undressing and caressing Tommy in his room. “Why don’t you lay down on the bed and let me try to wake up your little play toy?”

“I don’t think we should do this,” Tommy pleaded. “I’m not very good at this.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Mark smiled, “I’ve never failed to arouse a date.”

“It’s not that, Merissa,” Tommy whispered as he broke into tears.

“What’s the matter, Tommy?” Mark said as he gently hugged him. “I didn’t want to make you sad.”

“It’s not you, Merissa, it’s me. I’ve never told anyone this but I think I’m gay.”

“It’s alright, dear. Let me hold you. Why do you think you’re gay?”

“I never get turned on by girls,” Tommy whispered. “Since I can remember I’ve always been attracted to boys. I don’t know why. Even worse, I don’t know what to do. My father will kill me. He’s always said hateful things about gays.”

“Have you told your mother?”

“No, I’m so embarrassed,” Tommy replied. “I can’t even imagine how she’ll react.”

“Well, I think you need to start by telling your mother. I know it sounds like a cliché but there’s nothing like a mother’s love. And after telling your mother, I think you need to talk to a therapist because there is nothing wrong with being gay and you sound like you don’t like yourself because of it. You’re a beautiful young man, Tommy, and you deserve to be happy.”
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In the last room, Alan was doing a little striptease for Jeff who was eagerly watching from the bed. When he was finished, he quickly undressed Jeff and told him to sit on the bed. “Let me touch your little friend with my tongue and see if I can get him excited,” Alan said as he began to lick Jeff’s penis.

“I don’t think that’s going to work, Alexis,” Jeff whispered with tears in his eye.

“Why are you crying, Jeff? We’re just getting started.

“I’m crying because I’m sitting in a bedroom with the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and I don’t want to have sex with her. I just want to be her.”

“Do you want to be a girl, Jeff?”

“Yes, I’ve wanted to be a girl all my life. When I go to bed, I pray to God that I’ll wake up the next day as a girl and that I was just living a bad dream. But every day is just the same. Some days I pray that I’ll go to a doctor and he’ll discover that I’m intersexed and there’s a reason I feel like I do.”

“Have you told anyone how you feel? Have you told your mother?”

“I don’t know what to say, Alexis. How do you tell your mother that God made a mistake and that you really should have been a girl?”

“I think she’ll understand. I’ve never met a mother who doesn’t unconditionally love her child. Give her a try. Will you?”

“I guess I’ll try,” Jeff whispered, “It can’t make me feel worse than I already do.”

“Hey, I have an idea,” Alexis smiled. “How would you like to try on my lingerie? I think it will fit you because you’re not that big.”

“Are you serious? I loved watching you with your nylons and garters. Do you think your heels will fit? I’m only a size 9 in men’s shoes.”
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Two days later, the boys met their mothers at the Seasons restaurant for brunch and to discuss their evening out with their brothers.

“Hello, Judy. Hello, Lindsay,” Alan smiled as he air-kissed them both on the cheek. “And hello, mother, I love your earrings. Did Jennifer help you pick them out?”

“As a matter of fact she did,” Sally replied. “She has great taste and has really helped me with my entire wardrobe. Hi, Jennifer, what do you think of these earring with this dress?”

Hello, Sally,” John smiled. “They’re perfect. I would have worn the same pair if I was wearing that dress.”

“Hello, mother,” Mark smiled, “Your hair looks lovely. Did you try those new curlers I gave you”?

“I did sweetie,” Lindsay laughed. “I’m so glad you noticed. Wait until I get a little more practice. Sit down girls. We can hardly wait to hear about your evening.”

“Well, we probably learned more than you originally intended,” John said, ‘but I’m sure you’ll be glad that we did.”

“What do you mean, Jennifer?” Judy asked. “Do you have something bad to tell us?”

“No, mother, no bad news but let me tell Sally that she is so lucky to have a son like David. He refused to allow me to make love to him because he and his fiancé want to remain true to each other. I told him that his fiancée was one lucky woman and you should be very proud of him, Sally.”

“Thank you so much, Jennifer,” Sally smiled. “Alexis, he must have had a good role model and it wasn’t his father.”

“I don’t think it was me, mother” Alan laughed. “I’d be very proud if he learned anything from me because he is a wonderful young man.”

“Judy,” Mark started, “I think you need to have a heart to heart with Tommy.”

“Why, dear, is he ok?”

“He’s fine. But he told me he was gay and he is terrified.”

“Are you sure? Maybe he’s just confused.”

“Well, I tried my best to arouse him and I got no reaction but tears. I tried to tell him that there’s nothing wrong with being gay but he’s definitely afraid of his father.”

“My poor dear, will he talk to me?”

“I think I convinced him to talk to you but I also told him that he needs counseling because he needs to feel good about himself. Being gay is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Alexis, tell me about Jeff,” Lindsay whispered. “Why’d you leave him for last?”

“Lindsay, it’s really quite ironic actually,” Alan began. “Jeff experienced no arousal when I was with him alone and my first thought was that he was gay.”

“Is he gay, too? Please, I need to know.”

“No, he’s not gay at all,” Alan laughed. “He wants to be a girl. I let him try on my garter belt, nylons and heels and he was in heaven. What he told me suggests that he is a classic transsexual but I’m not a doctor so I told him that he needs to tell you. Actually, he’s really lucky, if Merissa is any indication than he’s going to be beautiful. Lindsay, it looks like you’ll have to help another son make some difficult choices.”

“But look how our decisions turned out. Ladies, we love you for giving us our choices!” Mark laughed.