Homecoming Princess (Revised)   Part 2 By Arecee   Edited by Holly Hart & Sephrena Miller

“Lynn! This is what girls do! We shop! We try things on even if we have no intention of buying them. Why do you think it takes so long for us to shop?”

“I don’t know.”

“Because we’re having fun! We are trying to find clothes to look good in and impress boys and other people, it takes time to see what looks good on each of us. So get a move on! The stores close in four hours.”

Four hours? What the heck is that? Shopping takes fifteen minutes!

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I awoke and it was morning. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so rested before! I remembered what I had felt last night… and the dreams! Wow! I was really confused at this point.

I met Mindy before school started.

“Hey girlfriend, did you sleep well?” she asked.

I felt my face go red.

“Mindy, please! Keep your voice down. I don’t want anyone to find out about this,” I excitedly shushed.

“Lynn, you worry too much. No one is going to know.”

“Mindy, the walls have ears. We have to be careful!”

“We will. I have to see Miss Benson this morning before classes start. I’ll see you in Copeland’s class.”

“Okay, bye Min.”
 

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Mindy poked her head into Miss Benson’s office. Miss Benson wanted a progress report to see if what they were doing would succeed.

“Good morning, Miss Benson,” Mindy said.

“Good morning Mindy. Please come in and shut the door.”

Mindy entered and pulled the door shut before approaching Miss Benson’s desk.

“Well Mindy, how did your first day with Lynn go?” Miss Benson asked.

“It went real well Miss Benson. Lynn’s a very pretty girl.”

“Hmm, I wouldn’t go so far as to say he was a girl.”

“If you had seen him last night, you might think differently!”

“I doubt that Mindy. How much did you do? Did he dress, or did you just do makeup?”

“Oh we did everything: makeup and clothes. After Lynn dressed, I helped him with his movements to become more feminine. I thought he would have problems, but he was a natural and made it look too easy. He was walking in heels without problems in minutes! He sat and walked as if he was born a girl! It was really kind of creepy. I hope this isn’t going to mess him up,” Mindy mentioned with a twinge of fear in her voice.

“Mindy, I highly doubt that dressing or acting as a girl for a week is going to hurt him. This little punishment can’t hurt anyone. As for the ease for which he picks up on feminine movements, I’ve seen kids start playing ball with as much confidence and ease as someone that has done the same for years. No, Lynn will be just fine. But is there anything I can do to help with this deception?”

“There is one thing, he needs better boobs. My rolled up pantyhose really isn’t convincing.”

“I may just have the answer for that,” Miss Benson raised an eyebrow as she shifted in her chair, “A few years back, there was a girl in one of our school plays that was, well, let’s just say that she was inadequate in that department, and the school bought a very nice pair of silicone breast forms for her to wear for the part. After the play was over, they weren’t needed and I retained them. Come back here this afternoon and I’ll have them for you. We do want to make Lynn as convincing a girl as possible.”

“Yes Miss Benson.”
 

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The school day was cut short by a teachers meeting so Lynn and Mindy were home by two. Mindy picked up the forms from Miss Benson with the solvent and glue for attachment and removal.

“Lynn, guess what?” Mindy giggled.

“Hmm?”

“Today you’re going to become a girl!”

“What?! You mean you are you going to cut my… you know… thing off?”

“Nope. Today, you get your own boobs!”

“My own boobs?”

“Yes! Here look,” Mindy, said, as she opened the box containing the breast forms.

I looked at the things in the box. I knew exactly what they were as soon as I saw them. They looked as though they had been removed from a real girl - nipples and all!

“Mindy!” I gasped, “Where did you get those?”

“Miss Benson got them for me from the drama department. Some girl was too flat for a play, so they helped her along,” she giggled.

I felt lightheaded and embarrassed. This was starting to get real deep!

“So what am I supposed to do?” I asked.

“Now you lay down on my bed and I’ll attach them to your chest.”

“With what?”

“A special glue that comes with them in the box. Don’t worry though,” she continued as she lifted a tube of something up out of the box to show me, “they come right off when we apply this solvent. Now lay down girl.”

As I lay down, Mindy was looking at the back of the glue tube. “Hmm,” she scrunched her face, “it seems I will have to apply a few drops only to hold it onto you. The normal amount of glue will stick it to you for 3-5 days and will not come off easily before that even with the solvent.”

I gulped.

“Here we go girl,” Mindy enthused as she put four small dots of adhesive around my left boy nipple area.

“Mindy! That stuff is cold! ”

She just smiled. I was beginning to think she was enjoying doing this just a little too much!

“Mindy,” I said as she held the first form in place for it to set, “I have been feeling a lot of things in the past few days and I want you to know something. I do not want to be a girl.”

Mindy eyed me and retorted. “You are not going quit now… are you?”

I opened my eyes and looked directly at her. This seemed to be one of those important moments, so I steeled my nerves up and then said my piece.

“I’m not quitting, I just said I am not going to be a girl. I’m doing this for the joke even though I know I am probably going to be in a lot of hot water when all of this is over. Whether I get away with it or not, I think it will be my masterpiece.”

Mindy seemed to relax then and then stuck her tongue out at me as she let go of the form and began applying the glue in four small dots around my other nipple area.

“You just don’t know what you’re missing,” she quipped as she worked.

“I… am… a… boy! I have things I want to do with my life Mindy. Well, I know I do, I just haven’t decided what they are yet. I am sure I will know before we graduate from school. And besides, you got me into this.”

“Did I?” Mindy was now holding the other form to me. Her eyes always seemed to be capable of melting my heart and that’s exactly what she was doing to me now. I know the joke in Copeland’s class kinda developed a life of its own through Mr. Copeland’s ineptness, but Mindy did escalate it!

In the end, I caved in. “Ok, I guess we both did. I did agree to it.”

Mindy beamed back, “See? You are learning. Girl’s are always right! When you can get others to do that for you, you are well on your road to femininity.”

I just groaned.

Soon the cold blobs on my chest warmed up as they for all intents and purposes became a part of my anatomy.

“Okay, it’s time to dress you!” Mindy ordered.

I rose from the bed and felt my chest pull me forward. Wow! This feels awkward!

“Mindy, these are heavy!” I whined.

“Girl, that’s what we have to put up with for the rest of our lives, so you might as well get used to it,” she said with no sympathy for me whatsoever, “Which do you want to do first, makeup or clothes?”

I thought about it a little and decided clothes first. I realized that putting makeup on first would only smear it, or worse, get it on the clothing. And also, when Mindy put my makeup on afterwards, I would feel like I was already a girl with her friend playing makeup instead of a boy crossing the line.

“Clothes first,” I replied.

“That’s correct. You do clothes first and makeup afterwards. It would just smear if you tried to put on clothes after doing it unless you could really manage somehow to do it without smearing it. It’s easier afterwards.”

Mindy then handed me a pair of panties and a bra. I turned my back to Mindy and removed my underwear and pulled the tiny thong up around my legs and then tucked myself in between my legs by pushing my boy parts up inside. I turned to face her.

“Mindy, could you please help me with the bra?”

Mindy looked at me and didn’t say a word. I can’t say what her expression was saying, but she looked both pleased and scared at the same time.

“What’s wrong?” I asked when she didn’t answer.

“How did you just do that?”

“Do what?”

“Down there. You are flat. It’s like you have nothing there. You are flat as girl.”

I blushed rather fiercely. “Mindy, I have been… well… always able to do that.”

“Are you sure you really aren’t a girl?” she pointedly questioned me as she looked me up and down.

“Mindy, you know I’m not!” I said pointing at my panties - oops! I mean Mindy’s panties.

“I know Lynn! It’s just that you look so much like one that it’s scary!”

I felt my eyes water slightly. This was yet another blow to my maleness. I know what she was saying was true. I knew it ever since she made me up the first time a few days back. I just wanted to ignore it and just be my old self: Lynn. The boy Lynn!

“It scares my too. But,” I tried holding back from crying as I choked up for a moment. “The thing that scares me even more… is that sometimes I find… I really like the way that I look as a girl! Is that bad?”

Mindy pulled me into a gentle hug. “Goodness no girl! You should feel proud of the way you look. You are special. And I am not going to hurt you through this, ok ?”

I let a few tears trickle out and returned her hug. “Ok. I trust you.”

Mindy let go and smiled. She then hooked my bra around my chest for me. Mindy then handed me a skirt and what I assumed was supposed to be a blouse.

“What do I do with these?” I asked.

“Put them on silly. The blouse goes on first, then the skirt. The zipper goes around in the back,” she giggled.

I shook my head. Mindy was having way too much fun at my expense. I know she wasn’t doing this through meanness — more like curiosity. Oh well! I lowered the blouse down over my head and pulled the skirt over my butt and positioned it after I zipped it up halfway. Once it was positioned, I finished by managing to pull the zipper up with my arm behind me. The zip made it fit me like a glove.

“Wow! You really do look nice!” Mindy exclaimed.

I didn’t think there was anything nice about it, especially with the way it exposed navel. I felt naked! God!

“Mindy!” I whined, “this doesn’t fit, it’s too short!”

Mindy rolled her eyes as if I had just said the stupidest thing in the world.

“Lynn, these are the clothes girls wear! They are designed to show off parts of our bodies. Now sit down please. I have some serious war painting to do,” she said pointing at the chair in front of her makeup table.

It didn’t take Mindy long before Princess Lynn was again staring back at me from the mirror. She was even more beautiful than the last time — if that was even possible! A feeling of giddiness swept through me as I watched her facial movements in the mirror.

Mindy had brushed my hair into something that looked as though it belonged on me as a girl! It just somehow felt good - being this! It’s something I couldn’t exactly quantify at the time and had no words for just how I felt, but needless to say, I was overwhelmed! Stunned. I liked the girl that was staring back at me, and frighteningly, more than I should!

“Ready to go?” Mindy asked excitedly. My gaze was still locked onto the image of beauty in the mirror before me.

“Go?” I answered nervously with a sniffle.

“It’s going to be ok. I promise you, if this gets to be too much for you, we will tell Miss Benson and call this all off and accept whatever punishment we get. Both me and you.”

“Ok Mindy. I just feel like… I’m… losing myself, somehow.”

Mindy, looking concerned as she helped me stand up out of the chair replied, “You aren’t losing yourself Lynn. You are just learning new things. All of this is to help you pull off the prank and finish up what needs to be done for the Homecoming Princess duties. Once it’s over with, you don’t have to do any of this anymore unless you wanted to.”

“But right now, we need to buy you your own things to wear for your appearances. And it’s really time that you learned how to shop. Real girls know how, so you have learn too.”

“Why do I have to learn that?”

“Because you’re a princess! Girls are princesses and for the meantime, until we get through this, you are going to have to become a girl. Here’s my spare purse you can use for your things,” Mindy said as she handed me her denim purse to hang on my shoulder.

“I don’t have anything to put in it,” I mentioned.

“Not now, but you will by the time we come home.”

“Like what?”

Mindy screwed her face up before she answered.

“Lynn you need makeup! You can’t continue to use mine, and you’ll be surprised at the things that will find a home in there. Now get a move on!”
 

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Mindy and I boarded the bus to the mall. We walked to the rear and found an empty seat. I felt as though every eye in the bus was watching me. Actually there were six and they were in the heads of three boys sitting in the rear seat. As I lowered myself to sit, I felt as though all my clothes had been removed!

“Mindy… those boys know!” I stammered in a hushed whisper.

“Know what?”

“That I’m… you know!”

“Lynn, they don’t think that,” she glanced behind us for a second and then continued, “They think your pretty girl and that’s what boys do when they see a good looking girl.”

“I don’t like it!”

“Well, you’d better get used to it girlfriend! You’re in my world now,” she giggled.
 

*          *          *
 
The bus pulled away from the stop and before I could even think, I noticed a shadow next to me in my peripheral vision.

“Hi! I’m Dan,” stated the boy who had stared at me the most. “What’s your name?”

My stomach turned. My mouth locked shut as I expected him to start laughing at the freak dressed like a girl! I felt Mindy bump me in my side with her elbow.

“Um, I don’t know if… I should tell you. I don’t… even know you,” I finally said, as my brain and mouth began working.

“If you give me your phone number I’ll call you and then, over time, you’ll get to know me,” he confidently replied with an expectant look on his face.

That was just so-so stupid! I could just see my mom’s reaction to me running down the stairs to the phone excitedly to talk to another boy. I couldn’t help but bust out giggling.

“My mother would kill me if I did that! I’m only fourteen and I’m not allowed to get calls from boys just yet,” I said.

“I could pretend to be a girl?” Dan laughed.

In your dreams! “Your voice is too low.”

“Hi, my name is Danni,” he squeaked.

Mindy and I couldn’t help ourselves as we both erupted in laughter.

“You sound like Minnie Mouse,” Mindy giggled.

“It was worth a try! Please?” Dan pleaded.

“I can’t,” I said solemnly, with a sense of fear.

Dan, heartbroken, turned and walked away back to his seat. For some reason I felt really bad about having to turn him down. There was a sense of power in how I controlled that situation, something I was not used to and never did before! The reason that I couldn’t give him my number was true enough, but what would he do to me if her found out about me? And then, here we go again, Why would I want to be with a boy in the first place? I am a boy! God! This was getting hard for me to do!

His attention to me did boost confidence about my appearance and my worries about being discovered pretty much vanished.

Mindy had a puzzled look on her face after he had left.

“What?” I asked.

“You know what Lynn? You shouldn’t be flirting with boys. I know Dan came over here, but you teased him just the same.”

“I did not!” I hushedly spat. “I told him no.”

“Your giggles told him something else! It’s one thing to dress like a girl and entirely another to flirt with boys.”

“I wasn’t flirting!!” I whined.

“You were! And you’d better be careful. You can hurt someone’s feelings,” she said with concern in her voice.

I wasn’t sure what to think now! Mindy had pushed me into being this new person and now she was scolding me for being too good at it? I knew I wasn’t flirting and what harm could come from a few giggles?

We rode in silence for several minutes before Mindy spoke again.

“Lynn, look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so critical of you. You are new at this and have to learn about boys, that’s all. I’ll show you how to blow a guy off without making him think you interested in him. By the way, you do have good taste in boys though. Dan’s really cute,” Mindy giggled.

I felt my face turning red again because Mindy was right - Dan was cute! Even worse, I noticed that he was. That was why I had been afraid! Is it wrong for me to notice that or was it the girl I was portraying now that had noticed? God! I hoped with all my might that it was the girl portrayal!
 

*          *          *
 
We reached the mall and rushed from the bus before Dan and his gang of merry men could join us. Mindy walked behind me for a few steps and shook her head.

“Now what?” I asked as I stopped and turned to see what she was doing. The wind chilled my bare midriff.

“I just can’t believe how easily you slip into being a girl! You walk like one, move like one, and look like one! If I didn’t already know you, I would never even know you weren’t a girl! I don’t think we have any problems with you passing.”

I let the wind blow my hair and skirt about for a few moments while I took in what she had just said.

“Thanks… I think…”
 

*          *          *
 
The first stop was Target.

“We have to get you your own makeup. You will need your own mascara for sure, so you might as well get the rest,” Mindy explained.

I’m no expert on makeup, that’s for sure; but I wondered if Mindy was leading me down my path to destruction? I had clearly rebelled in not going too deep into this and here I was succumbing to her logic. I had no idea there was so much stuff for eyes alone! Needless to say, I was now the proud owner of an eye kit with more shades of eye shadow than I thought existed. That didn’t even count the eyeliner and the pencils to go with it. Mindy said that I was getting off easy because everything was half off because of the recession. Fifty dollars is fifty dollars - no matter how recessed we are!
 

*          *          *
 
“Good! Now that that’s out of the way, we can have fun!” Mindy gleefully said as she gave me another of her evil grins. She dragged me by the hand into the mall.

“Where are we going?” I asked. This whole experience was really overwhelming me!

“Forever Twenty-one. You need clothes!”

“Mindy, I don’t have much more money! We just spent it all on makeup,” I panicked.

”We’re not going to buy anything — we’re just going to try everything on!”

“Huh?”

Mindy stopped and looked at me.

I reasoned, “If we’re not going to buy anything then why try it on?”

She had this look on her face that asked ‘what cave did I just crawl out of ? ’.

“Lynn! This is what girls do! We shop! We try things on even if we have no intention of buying them. Why do you think it takes so long for us to shop?”

“I don’t know.”

“Because we’re having fun! We are trying to find clothes to look good in and impress boys and other people, it takes time to see what looks good on each of us. So get a move on! The stores close in four hours.”

Four hours? What the heck is that? Shopping takes fifteen minutes!

“Mindy, what if someone sees me?’

“Girl, everyone’s going to see you! Let’s see… most of the other girls that do see you will be jealous because you’re so pretty. Any guy in the store will get in trouble with their girlfriends because you’ll cause a stir. So that pretty much covers that! Let yourself go. You’ll be fine!”

“I hope so,” I mumbled.
 

*          *          *
 
Mindy dragged me into Forever Twenty-One and showed me the racks of clothes I should want. The trouble was, I didn’t want any of them. I wanted to be me! Lynn - the boy, again. I absolutely knew that if I traveled this path much farther I wasn’t going to turn back. I knew that as I analyzed my thinking, my rationality was starting to not make sense at all. I was enjoying being a girl and here with Mindy. I was a princess, not some geeky boy, but a girl all the boys wanted! The only trouble was - I wasn’t a girl! I finally decided for the meantime to let Mindy mold my life. The hell with it! Go with the flow! Yep! That was really the answer… NOT!!!

“Oh God! Lynn this is so cute!” Mindy exclaimed, as she held up a blouse against my chest. “Don’t you think so?”

“Umm, I don’t know.”

“Try it on, you’ll love it! Wait! Don’t go yet. You’re allowed six items at once in the dressing room so we might as well break the bank,” she giggled.

Mindy found more clothes for me try on. Skirts and blouses seemed to be what turned her on. I took the clothes back with me to the changing room and was handed a plastic card with the number six by the attendant.

I won’t bore you with the on and off of the clothes details, but Mindy thought that I looked hot. Hot in everything I tried on! *sigh* Personally I thought it was a lot of work, work that is, until she brought me a dress. Once I slipped that dress on I finally knew why girls spent so much time shopping. It had taken an hour to find it, but this dress was made for me! I fell in love with it immediately. It wasn’t just a dress; it was how it made me feel, how it looked, how it hugged my body and accented my features! Oh, it looked good in the mirror, but that’s not what made this dress special. When I saw myself in the mirror with the dress on, something inside me changed. I wasn’t Lynn the boy trying on clothes, but I was Lynn, a girl, shopping with my girlfriend, and finally finding the perfect dress! I stepped from the dressing room.

“What do you think?” I asked, turning around in front of the full-length mirror and pausing to look at Mindy’s reaction.

“It’s you Lynn. I love it,” Mindy responded.

“I want to buy it.”

“What?”

“I want to buy this dress. I have to have it!” I emphasized.

A frown clouded Mindy’s face.

“What’s wrong now?” I asked.

“Nothing’s wrong Lynn. We came here for you to learn what it’s like to be a girl… not to really become one. I thought you would have fun shopping like we do, but I never expected you to want to buy your own dress. What are you going to do with it?”

“Wear it?” I answered meekly.

“And where would that be? At school or with your mom? I don’t think so Lynn. All we’re doing is trying to make you passable as a girl, not to become one.”

“Okay,” I answered sheepishly, my heart broken at realizing I couldn’t have this wonderful piece of material to wear. I twirled again and asked, “Min, honestly, how does it look?”

“It looks gorgeous on you, you little minx! Now put it back,” she giggled.

I sullenly removed the dress and returned it to the dressing room attendant. I was going to miss it- no matter what Mindy said!
 

*          *          *
 
We continued to shop at store after store. So this was what it was like being a girl? I was laughing and interacting with Mindy very differently than when I was with her as a boy. When I went to the mall with my guy friends, things were different as well. What was said was generally crude. “Look at the boobs on that one, snort, snort.” or, “I hear Bob is getting into Judy’s pants.” Then it was silence as we played video games at the arcade.

Being with Mindy now was a whole different experience! We didn’t stop chatting or giggling the entire time we were together. “How does this look?” “That’s cute.” “I’d die before I got caught wearing that.” “Did you see that guy over there? He was watching you.” The guy talk was never too crude, not that I wanted anything to do with them, but the difference between boys and girls was astonishing. I definitely had my eyes opened with this experience.
 

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We had finally reached the last clothing store in the mall before Mindy remembered something — shoes!

“Oh my god Lynn! I almost forgot shoes for you!” she pitched.

“Shoes?” I questioned.

“You can’t expect to wear your beat up running shoes with my dress. You need heels, come on,” she said as she pulled me by hand in the general direction of the mall center.

Mindy took me into Cathy Jeans. I knew right away this wasn’t a shoe store that catered to men or boys because there was nothing but heels and a few flat shoes.

As we walked through the door Mindy stopped and let go of my hand. She squeaked excitedly, “Yep! These are the ones!”

Mindy picked up a shoe that was nothing more than a thin piece of leather for the sole and a ridiculously high heel, or at least, I thought it was. It had tiny straps going from one side to the other, and they were pink.

A girl who appeared to be bored and not much older than us walked from behind the cash register towards us. My eyes were drawn to her jet-black hair only because she had a blond streak running all the way from her forehead to her back.

“May I help you?” she asked, with my impression that she was just hoping we would leave so she could get back to chewing her gum.

“Yes please,” Mindy said forcefully. “Do you have these in red?”

“I’ll have to check,” she said, as the disappointment of having to work showed on her face. She returned a minute later.

“We have a few sizes in red, but not many. What size are you?” she asked.

“It’s not for me, it’s for my girlfriend,” She eyed at me, “What size are you Lynn?”

“Um, I don’t know, maybe a four?” I responded. I knew I wore a size four boy’s shoe, but had no idea what woman’s size I was.

“Yeah right! Those are bigger than a four,” the sales girl responded, like I was trying to get over on her.

“Maybe you should measure her feet then,” Mindy said.

The girl brought back a shoe measuring slide while I removed my shoe.

“Put you foot in here please,” she said. After a moment of sizing against my foot she exclaimed, “Hah! Size six. I knew you weren’t a four.”

“What’s wrong with a four?” I innocently asked.

“Miss, with feet that small, you will never find anything decent to wear. My sister’s a four and she has to special order everything if she wants some nice shoes,” the attendant said as she warmed to the girls.

The girl returned several minutes later with the heels Mindy had asked for.

“Here, try these on. Slip these nylons on first too. You aren’t allowed to try shoes on without them,” the girl said as she had handed me two very small pieces of nylon that looked as though they had been removed from the bottom of panty hose.

“What are they?” I asked Mindy.

“Peds, silly,” Mindy laughed.

“First time trying on heels?” the girl asked me.

I nodded.

“How old are you?”

“I’m fourteen,” I answered.

“First real heels then?” she asked.

I nodded again.

“I remember my first time. I was with my mother and asked her where the rest of the pantyhose was,’ she laughed. “I was younger though, I think twelve.”

I pulled the peds over my feet and the girl helped me slide the heels on. She hooked the strap around my ankles and stepped back.

“What’s your name?” she asked, seemingly genuine with wanting to talk and not brush us off now.

“Lynn.”

“Lynn, I’m Toni. Those shoes look cute on your feet, but now comes the moment of truth. You’ll have to decide whether you’ll be able to wear them all night long. You’ll have to stand up and try them out walking and see for yourself. Here, I’ll help you up.”

Toni took my hand and helped upright. I felt as though I was going to fall right over on my face.

“Whoa! Take it easy girl. I’m not going to let you fall,” Toni reassured me as she helped balance me.

I finally righted myself and she let go of my hand.

“Okay, sweetie. Try walking around the store without killing yourself,” she laughed.

I took my first tentative step and almost fell over! I managed to regain my balance quickly and took step number two. I knew what to expect now, so I wasn’t as clumsy as I continued. I took two trips around the store before I sat down again. The shoes felt like heaven! They didn’t hurt, nor did they pinch my feet. I paused every time I passed the mirror. I glanced at the reflection of the princess in the mirror and smiled at her. My feet were beautiful!

“Well, how do they feel?” Mindy asked me.

Both girls were looking at me as if I was going to pronounce that we finally had world peace.

“Fine,” I responded.

“Just fine? Did they hurt?”

“No they don’t hurt at all. They felt wonderful,” I smiled.

Mindy turned to the salesgirl and pronounced, “We’ll take them.”

Toni smiled. She had her sale. Then, she smiled at me. It was one of those ‘welcome to womanhood’ smiles. I had just cleared another barrier in my deception to get Mindy and I off the hook. However, there was one small niggling thing that was bothering me. I was beginning to feel as if this was no longer a deception and Toni’s smile was a genuine welcome that made me feel proud.

I paid for the shoes and we left the store. I thought we were finished for the day, but Mindy burst my bubble by walking me into Victoria’s Secret.
 

*          *          *
 
“I almost forgot. You also need lingerie,” she exclaimed.

“What?”

Mindy pulled me into the pink and lavender store. The feminine colors almost blinded my eyes. It certainly blinded my brain.

“You need panties and a bra for next week - and hose too!” she said.

“Can’t I wear yours?” I asked.

Mindy gave me that look, which can only be described as, I just saw Sasquatch.

“You’ve got to be kidding! I don’t share my under things with anyone, it’s unsanitary! You need your own.”

That argument was settled quite easily by Mindy. I now also allowed myself to be fitted for a bra by my best friend. Actually two bras, because Mindy said I had to have a red, very sexy lace bra for the dance, and one for the few days of appearances I might be expected to make. Even the everyday one was sexy! I don’t think Victoria’s Secret knows how to make anything dull. Three thong panties, sexy of course, and two pairs of nude pantyhose, followed these. Any idea of having a college fund when I graduated from school went right out the window!

“Mindy?”

“What?”

“Why did I have to spend so much money on this stuff?”

Mindy gave me that look again.

“Lynn, you have so much to learn. Being a woman starts underneath your skin. The more feminine you feel inside, the more like a woman you’ll be on the outside. Didn’t you like your new bras?”

“Yes, I loved them,” I replied. God did I ever!

When Mindy hooked my red bra around my chest I thought I would die! She had adjusted the straps and even she couldn’t believe how sexy I looked with my forms being emphasized and accentuated! They were held high and pushed together just enough to give the illusion of cleavage. The feel of the red lace bra holding my breast forms, my breasts, was to die for! The other bra, although not as sexy, still left me feeling much the same as the red one did. If the truth were to be known, I couldn’t wait to try on my new panties. I just wish I didn’t have to break my bank to buy them!

“You see? You can’t get that feeling from some old frumpy bra that only costs only five dollars. Being a girl all starts in here,” she said, pointing at her head, “It’s all about feeling, appearance, and self confidence.”

Mindy started gathered our bags. “Let’s hurry back to my house so we can practice a little bit more before you have to go home.”

I thought I had been practicing all day. I was definitely aware that I was no longer walking like a boy - the whistles from a passing car of boys testified to that. I wondered what else Mindy had in store for me?
 

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“My parents are still out so we can pretty much do whatever we want,” she said.

“Don’t you think I should be going?”

“And blow off an hour?”

“What can I learn in an hour?”

“Makeup! Let’s go to my room.”

I spent the next hour learning how to do my own makeup - Mindy was a driven woman. By the time she had finished my makeup lesson and helped me remove the forms, I was ready to head for home dressed as Lynn the boy.
 

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Mom was home when I arrived. It was almost ten o’clock, my curfew. The porch light was still lit and it was starting to get cold in the evenings. A small cloud of steam blew from my mouth as I unlocked the front door and entered.

“Hi Mom!” I yelled.

“I’m in the kitchen Lynn,” I heard her say. “Where have you been? It’s almost ten at night, and you didn’t call to let me know where you were,” Mom admonished.

“Mindy and I went to the mall,” I replied.

“You were with Mindy again?” Mom’s face lit with a smile. “Is she your girlfriend?”

“No mom. We’re just friends.”

Well actually she really is my girlfriend, and I’m hers… well, kind of.

“Well you be careful. That’s how love starts. I don’t want you to come home and tell me that she’s pregnant.”

“MOM!” Oh my god! I can’t believe she really said that to me!

“I’m just teasing you Lynn. It’s late and you should be getting to bed.”

“Yes Mom,” I dutifully replied and kissed her on the cheek.

I walked out of the dining room and then ran to my room. I wanted to text Mindy before I went to bed. What I didn’t realize was that I was walking and running like a girl. The boy hadn’t returned! Even when I was talking to my mother, the tone of my voice was the same, but not the way that I talked! I had been talking like any other teen-aged girl in expression and wording, mimicking Mindy pretty darn well. And my mother hadn’t missed it one bit! Why she didn’t say anything then was beyond me, but my walk and run had finally broke the camel’s back.

“Lynn, just what do you think you are doing?” she asked. I could hear exasperation in her voice as she spoke. I had no idea what she was even asking me. She could see I was going to my room.

“What Mom?”

“What? Lynn you’ve been acting like a girl ever since you got home. What’s going on? Is this some new phase you’re going through?”

Omigod! Did I ever feel my face go red! I had been a girl all day and forgot that a girl didn’t live here with my mother. A boy did. Ummm…

“Uh, um, a, Mindy and I were practicing for a play that she’s in… and I… well, had to play a girl. I’m sorry Mom,” I offered as my excuse and turned to go to my room.

Oh Please! Please! Please! Walk like a boy! I thought to myself as I held my hips stiff and made sure my steps were strides and not the learned movement I had been using.

“That’s better sweetie. You shouldn’t play like that or someone might think you’re gay or something.”

“Yes Mom,” I answered sullenly. Mom if only you knew why I walk like that, you’d kill me!

I closed the door to my room and plopped on my bed. I was too excited to text Mindy. All I could think about was the fun that we had had shopping like two girlfriends!

I fell asleep without getting undressed or even under the covers. Not only was the day that fun, it wore me completely out! And dreaming wasn’t far away. You know how you get when you’re overtired? Instant deep sleep? Anyway, back to the dream. I was on the bus again, but Mindy wasn’t there. I wasn’t self-conscious because I really was a girl. Dan was there too, except he was sitting next to me. We were holding hands. I wondered why I was holding his hand but I didn’t pull it away??? He turned and kissed me. Crap! He kissed me! And it wasn’t one of those kisses your mother gives you either! It was a real kiss! I couldn’t move! My senses were in confusion! I had let go of his hand and both of his hands were now around my neck pulling me to him! Stars flooded my vision inside my dream and my emotions went from turmoil to some sense of clarity of feeling right! The security of being held, his soft gentle lips upon mine... pressing the two of us together. The kiss! The kiss… ohhhhhhhhh it lasted forever! I was in love! I felt it! Omigosh it felt so great and wonderful! It permeated my entire being!

My eyes flew open as I shot straight up in my bed wide awake. Oh my freaking god! I’m gay!!!

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To Be Continued...