Another nap another story... darn muses.

Squeak squeak squeak.

Ever notice that almost every single shopping cart you grab squeaks as you roll it around. I was currently in the produce section of Safeway looking at the bundles of leaf lettuce trying to identify which if any were different from the others. My mother and older sister could identify which was which in like 2 secs. To me they all looked the same but hey I was trying to follow the list.

Yes the dreaded grocery list that was detailed as to what I was supposed to buy from the store. My sister, in her infinite wisdom Not, said that since I couldn't vacuum or do laundry that I should go to the store and get the groceries.

Ok ok I admit, I didn't know that not emptying the vacuum first would cause it to shoot dust all over. And its not my fault her blouse turned pink, shouldn't have been in there with all those dark jeans. Don't get me started on the dishwasher, im just not gonna go there.

So here I am looking at this green leaf lettuce trying to figure out what *fresh clean whole leaf lettuce* was on list. Who am I? Oh sorry the names Chris Watzen Just Chris. Male of 12 years trying to do my best to help mom and my older sister Kate aged 16 who btw excels at bossiness. Mom lost her previously good job due to cutbacks and has to work long hours to make ends meet. My sister and I do what we can to help. Im not totally terrible when it comes to making food, well its edible anyways, but when it comes to the dreaded "cleaning" I just am not uhm gifted.

To help save money I had decided to not cut my hair in awhile. Well thats my excuse that I say to mon when she asks. Im trying for that cool ponytail look which i have at moment at bottom of neck. The rest of my strawberry blonde hair is a mess Mom cuts my bangs to get it out of my eyes since I can't seem to keep it looking nice as she puts it. I don't know what my sister does honestly she just comes up and brush brush poof its like perfect. When i try its like fuzz. This morning she did it again so at least I look presentable. However im not crazy about wearing her jeans and tshirt. My laundry is currently being done so I had to borrow some of her old clothes. The waist is a tad tight. Ok lets just say if i cough or sneeze ill probably pop the button. The Tshirt is a little more clingy that I would prefer. all around it fits not bad i suppose considering the amount of weight i lost in last year.

You see last year I was obese. My old pants I could wrap the waist twice around myself. I have been working out by running with my sister and have been on a healthy diet. The unfortante part is im left with man boobies as my sister calls them and a slightly thicker hip and butt. So i actually fill her jeans rather well. Oh lets face it at the moment because of the tight waist I know i look like a girl just budding into her youth. So far in the grocers i have been missed 5 times. Its embarrasing.

Yes im here by myself (first time btw) we live like a block away. I have my sister's debit card in the back pocket. Im not quite in puberty yet, I have some hair in private places and fine blonde hair on arms and legs. I hope it will get darker then people wont assume im a girl. I did have a growth spurt in last year though so although im 12 im as tall as some 15 year olds. Ok mostly girls but still make me feel better. No facial hair yet, i check every morning, but since my scum of a father didn't have much facial hair even in his 20s im not holding out.

Yes he is scum he ran off with a younger woman years ago. Mom cant even find him for any child support so the money situation is tight. Ill just grab one of these packages and go to next item on list. Enough of the dark thoughts.

Squeak squeak squeak

"There she is!" I hear behind me. Cant be me nobody even wants to sit next to me in class. Besides im a boy not a she. And those were definitely girls voices.

"Hold up Crystal!" Not me that for sure.

Squeak squeak squeak. Lets see 1% partly skimmed milk check date must be in last 2 days.

"Hey space cadet" At this point I get ambushed from behind and my eyes get covered over.

"Hey" I protest and turn around after removing the hands, and dropping my list but i didn't notice that.

Infront of me are like 6 very pretty girls. This is where I being the male of the species should say something uber cool.. yeah right my tongue is in so many knots a professional sailor would have a hard time undoing it.

"Hiya" case in point anything would have been better.

"Gods girl I know I had your purse but gees I cant believe you are out in public like this. Common girls emergency touch up"

In like 2 mins I have been ambushed by the gaggle of girls my hair has been restyled into a high pony tail, Im wearing something on my eyes cheeks and lips.

"There all fixed!" "Yeah there is our pretty girlfriend Crystal." "Is that all you bought for the party so far?" "Here you can haul your own purse around" "Lets get the party supplies and then go shoppin!"

I cant even follow who is speaking let alone what is going on. My cart is removed from my hands a strap is placed onto my shoulder and my arms are encircled by the girls in a kinda group hug thing.

For the next 30 mins or so I am rushed through Safeway and the cart is piled with odds and ends at a fairly rapid pace. The girls all keep up a never ending commentary about anything the whole time. I try to interrupted a few times and try to break away but am immediately "rescued" time and again. Apparently also having "excellent" tastes in junk food by simply being near whatever suits their idea of good when i try to leave. My shopping list is probably lying in amongst other hopelessly lost shopping lists that seem to disappear when one enters a store.

Strangely enough the thing I am most worried about is how im gonna explain what happened to my sister. This kinda of thing just doesn't happen. So deep am I in thought that I fail to notice that the girls are looking at me.

"Crystal!" Who me? Thats not my name."You have the money" I do?? I dazily reach into "My" purse and find an envelope. Pulling it out one of the other girls grabs it and hands the money from it to the cashier. I didn't even know we were at the checkout. After getting the change from the cashier which is put back into the envelope and some long piece of paper which i think is the receipt. The girls drag me out of the store. I look around for the cart but it has mysteriously vanished.

The Safeway is at one corner of a mall it has two entrances one on the mall side and one to the street. I came in the street entrance since i almost never go in the mall. Of course we exit into the mall. I try to put my foot down and stop but get dragged along anyways six determined 14 year old girls vs one boy. Boy loses. Fatality. To say i fail at "test your might" would be an understatement. Im a game buff or was till my xbox was removed. How do you think I became obese.

The girls drag me into another store at a rapid pace so that I do not even know what the name of the store is. Oh oh looks like im getting that haircut after all. One of the girls is chatting with the, uh actually i don't know what you would call her, booking agent, receptionist, owner, who knows. I overhear something about the works, not sure what that means as im dragged deeper into the hair place. Ive been here once or twice for my 5 minute buzz cut at moms insistence but never really paid any attention.

I am dragged along with the girls who think im being shy or something. And pushed into a booth with the orders to strip and put on robe or they will. Which I do out of simple fear. Although I keep trying to explain I am not who they think I am and shouldn't be doing this I am overruled. The lady takes me into a room with some nice incense and am told to lay down on the table. She chats as she does some things while im laying flat out on my stomach. Its soothing in here and since she removed my robe and has been patting me down and stuff i soon fall asleep. I sort of wake from time to time to move this way or flip that way but go back to sleep. My dreams are filled with nasty girls who torture me with boiling oil and then peeling off chunks of skin while laughing the whole while. The dream then changes to being dipped into some new liquid that make my skin feel extra nice. I wake up again as the lady puts the robe back on me and brings me to a chair to relax again as my hair is shampooed and stuff i fall back asleep to my wierd dreams this time im tied to a chair and some evil looking cat with a grin is trying to scratch my eyes but its claws keeps missing and shredding my forehead. It even slaps me and one claw hooks into my ear then it slaps me on the other size ripping that ear as well.

Thankfully thats the end of those dreams as im woken up and told to go back to the change room and get dressed. I enter the change room and find my sisters clothes and my underwear have disappeared. In there place is a bra panty red top and black skirt. I step out and look to around to find my change room as this one wasn't mine.

"What are you doing Crystal?"

"My clothes they.."

"Well grrr you cant have a makeover with those old things we put your new ones in there while you were getting done. Now hurry up and get dressed we are getting hungry."

"But but "

"No buts now shoo" and im pushed back into change room. With little choice on put on the decidedly feminine garments. I took me a bit to figure out how to put this stuff on truthfully. Its not as easy as my sister makes it look. Im 12 of course i spied on my older sister through her door. The bra does something and make my man boobies look bigger somehow and more like a girls would. As i pull the top over my head I can feel that my hair is curled and styled yet even more. Im am so in trouble when i get home. I put my hand up to feel and at this point notice two things, One my fingernails have been shaped and painted, two my ears have acquired earring. Forget trouble im dead. I look down ...yep my blonde fuss is gone from legs and the toes are done too. Ok my shoes... "Oh you have got to be kidding!"

"Oh just wear them Crystal stop being such a baby they are only 1 in" Apparently i spoke out loud. Reluctantly i don the shoes. Grab "my purse" and exit the change room.

"Give us a twirl." that i can do.

"OH yes very chick." Huh what does that mean. The girls surround me and point at the mirror. Ok I see them and..

"OH MY GOD!" I am gonna be the first boy grounded while dead for the next 50 years.

"Yes yes yes" they chorus. The lady come overs gives me a hug and says im a very brave girl. Really? Honestly I am scared shitless. Well at least they had fun. I just dont know what I am gonna do. Mom is so gonna freak out I mean i sorta looked a bit like a girl before. But now gees Im well hot i guess. I cant even begin to tell you how the girl in the mirror looked. I am quite simply beyond shocked. I start to cry and the girls surround me thinking its tears of joy but comfort me anyways with things like "thats what friends are for" and whatnot. Before i can wipe my tears one or the girls pats me dry with a tissue so as to not ruin my makeup. Makeup! I look again ...yep im wearing makeup oh god.

Lets see how does that go This is my last will and test..uhm dont know that word.

"COMMON CRYSTAL! Stop admiring yourself and lets go show the boys how sexy you are bet you pull a few."One of the girls says. I really should pay attention and get their names. Wait what, pull , sexy boys.. me?

"No I dont think that is a good idea.." I start to protest. Again its useless im overridden and dragged to the food court to the one restaurant in it that you can sit down in a booth.

"Well its about time you showed up" Mutters a new voice. The girls all stop without warning sending me to the front to come almost nose to well nose with a mirror before i stop.

"Hey whats the big idea" I mutter. After all i have been put through they send me into a mirror to make a even bigger fool of myself in a public place.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU" screams the mirror.. Oh oh its not a mirror.

"THATS MY PURSE" Grab. Ok take it i never wanted it to begin with.

"Are those my new clothes?"

"Uh i guess"

"Who are you? Whats your name girl!"

"Uh Chris ah.."

"Well Krisa, I dont know why you look like me and are wearing my new clothes. Although," she ponders" I must say if i look have as good as you do right now John is gonna freak."

The girls and Crystal all start arguing or chatting explaining what happened. They all apparently think im a girl still. SO with many an apology to me they explain that they are all friends from school and are celebrating Crystals 15th birthday with a party at her house,to which im now invited, with a bbq and a sleepover. Today was makeover in mall after some shopping to surprise her father. Apparently Crystal had her makeover earlier and aside from wearing different outfits we pretty much look identical. The girls all conspire to get yet another outfit for Crystal to match mine, apparently i get to keep this one as compensation. Not that it will in any way save me but the thought is nice. So I thank them.

What Mom taught me manners so i use them.. Oh no you dont think i actually like this do you.. no no no! It just happened really its all a mistake. And you probably dont believe me any more than the girls did when i tried to protest. The closest i got to explaining who I am got me branded a hopeless tomboy who need the experience anyways. I even tried borrowing one of their cell phones to try to get my sister to come save me. This failed when Crystal took the phone from me and explained how Krisa got mistaken for her and to make ammends for the trouble they were gonna treat me to a party at her house she also explained, in rapid fire, her address, moms name phone number and about sleepover something about maybe her mother could bring her a nighty. Oh wait Krisa is supposed to be me! I tried grabbing for the phone again and Crystal clicked it off saying that my sister would let my Mom know about the party and that she said mom would pick me up from her house.

I tried to get the phone to call my sister and explain but she said that its not a good idea to interrupt my sister with her boyfriend over. So thats why I was kicked out so rapidly this morning.

So now i was stuck with little choice but the pretend to be a girl till my mom could save me. I was of course , dragged around the mall to a number of stores to look at more outfits while Crystal got a matching one to me. I did my best to act as close to girls as i could when it came to all the clothes but my heart really wasn't in it. This got me sympathetic comments and yet another phone call to one of their moms to pick us up in the van.

Next chapter the party panic

What do you mean I have to write again? No I don't feel like it. What do you mean you did what to my wrenches?

Scuff scuff scuff MY WRENCHES!! HOW COULD YOU!

A writer does so need tools. Fine ill write to feed you but i want my wrenches back!

Crystal closed her cell phone after talking to her mother. Apparently her mom was going to be awhile yet so we had time to wait. As she was putting her phone into her purse she stopped and then looked at me.

"Krisa where is your purse" my what?

"Omg I soo sorry Krisa I totally forgot you must be mortified." I am?

"Its probably in Safeway."It is?

We move as a group back to Safeway. Strange i feel the opposite of safe. We converge on the customer service counter, I pity the poor lady behind that counter to see some 7 girls and me approaching. What she must think is probably left better unsaid.

"Can I help you ladies?" well she is friendly at least.

"Krisa left her purse in here by mistake. Has anyone turned it in?"

Why is she looking at me I didn't do anything? Oh wait yea im Krisa. "Can you describe your purse dear?" My what...oh yea. I point at Crystals purse. "That one?"

"Can you tell me some contents that wouldn't be in most purses?" Question and answer.. hmmmm.

"A broken necklace and watch?" do I win a prize if I guess right? That xbox game on the top of shelf looks cool.

"What color is your lipstick?" I point at my lips. Isnt it obvious?

"Thank you dear we cant be too careful. We have had muggers dropping off purses here before. I am afraid your wallet here though"

"Oh my wallet is at home. My sister gave me her debit card to use with a fixed amount on it with separate special pin" What does this have to do with a purse?

"Here you go sweety. Take care and try not to lose it. I really don't know what i would do without mine. Oh I like your necklace my sister works at Clairs she might be able to fix it since I think a jeweler is there today." At that the lady who's nametag is missing tells me while handing me a purse that looks alot like Crystal's. We all thank the lady and then on mass go to the store known as Clairs.

Clairs is a jewellery store aimed at girls. I wouldn't be caught dead in here normally and from what I can tell as we are inside neither would the two boys in here who seem to be slaves to their girlfriends. Hope im never like that talk about embarrassing. What am I thinking! Look at what I am doing. While im in my place in thought the girls have of course been chatting with the sales ladies.

"Krisa show them your necklace and watch." huh?" In your purse!" I get the *Look* and sheepishly go searching in this bag known as a purse. Wow girls carry alot of stuff in here. How can they find anything? This must be the necklace and watch in this little bag. I hand the bag over to the lady behind counter who then disappears with it. I hope the real owner of that doesn't get mad at me. Honestly your honor it was all a mistake I didn't steal it.

She returns and I find out her name is Cindy at which point introductions are made. I must pay attention. The blonde in the denim skirt is Patty. The redhead with nose ring is Debbie. Crystal I know. Sara is the fake blonde in jeans and off shoulder sweater. Tammy is her younger sister with black hair. Judy and Julie are cousins apparently and both are brown haired but one has blue eyes and the other hazel. Both of them are also wearing similar summer dresses, I learned what that was earlier, but in different colors. Tammy is trying for the goth look. This is apparently what the black skirt to floor, black tshirt and massive amount of jewellery is. Oh Debbie says the nose ring is a fake but she likes the look with her tank top and shorts.

The next unknown minutes are spent talking about various items of jewellery and hair accessories. Wow girls actually know all this stuff. Glad im not one...err well not a real one but I guess I should put in my two cents worth to keep up appearances. So I comment on how pretty this or that item is and yes its darling on you and you should buy it. Inwardly I groan. After some time where the girls buy a number of items a man comes out of back room with the necklace and watch.

He says that although they are really not expensive quality items evidenced by the plating that had worn off he repaired them since it was easy broken catch and just some dirt in the watch which with a bit of a sonic cleaner and some other items he names off it came out clean and works perfectly. He is sorry he got carried away and replated them both in gold, apparently its something new he is trying, so it will be no charge if im a good sport. Well they look ok to me which I tell him and he smiles at me and puts them both on me to the ohs and ahs of the girls.

The necklace is a locket and when opened shows some boys pic. The girls then proceed to question me if this is my boyfriend. I deny it repeatedly and they all seem to believe the opposite. What is with these girls? Everything I try to tell them seems to say the opposite of what I say. I give up. I tell them to believe what they want and get hugged for it. I get a black hair band thingy with a little butterfly on it decorated in colored bits of glass which is then put into my hair. I was just looking at it. I didn't want it, they made me get it. Note to self do not stare at any one piece of anything for too long while in group of girls.

We exit Clairs and Debbie 'call me Debs head towards the washrooms with Crystal. Something about repairing. The rest of our group waits in middle of mall near the indoor fountain. I am looking at the amount of coins that you can see in the bottom im surprised they don't harm the little fish you can see in the water. Its really quite pretty. Grr now im starting to sound like them in my own thoughts. Im soo gonna need a good gaming to repair myself after all this. A good couple of hours with a fps and rock music will fix me up yes sir. I of course daydream about this.

"Oh isn't he cute. Krisa what do you think? Krisa.. KRISA!"

"Oh sorry Sara I was just thinking about some boys..."

" I hear ya girl"

"I so do that all the time"

This degenerates into a minor history of each girls latest crush. I never did get to finish saying that I was thinking about some boys only games I have at home. I am not being sexist, im my limited experience girls just don't play the games I prefer.

Ever watch those sitcoms where they say "it cannot get any worse" and then does? Guess what. A foursome of the popular guys from my school take an interest in this group of girls. They come over and introduce them selves. The girls then do the same introducing me as Krisa the shy one with a good nudge forward. I almost trip and fall into Paul like a ditz. Its the shoes fault not mine don't even think that I do not swing that way. How do I get in these messes. I blush with embarrassment.

"Uh hi Paul" I say, should have not said anything at all. The girls giggle at this and I move to hide behind Sara as if to say here she is more your type. She is having none of it and shows me off like im her prize pet. Mind numbing small tall issues and we are soon joined by Crystal and Debbie, Crystal now is wearing the same outfit as I am. The boys ask if we are twins and Crystal jokes we are and inseparable. This seems to make the guys that much more interested.

The girls all seem to soon pay much more attention to the boys than myself so I slowly move out of the group and start to make a break for it. Im maybe 15 feet from the malls doors and 5 mins fast walk from home where I can hide out. Im not really paying attention when this lady grabs me.

"And where are you off to in such a hurry young lady?" Now the eerie part is this woman says that line almost the exact same way my mom does when she speaks to my sister. I look closer at her and no she isnt my mom but she does look familiar somehow. I try to turn my arm out of her grasp but she has a pretty good grip.

"Mom that's Krisa isn't it amazing how much we look alike" The lady is apparently Crystal's mom who does the fish eye look of amazement at the two of us. She does however let go of me while Crystal comes right next to me and gives me a little hug.

"My word!" She says. The girls then come over and explain what happened to the surprise of Crystal's mom. The boys sensing the danger of a parent wisely make haste, I wish I could go with them. *Take me with you PLEASE!!* Alas the moment passes and the boys are soon lost. The girls notice my look and start to tease me about Paul. This involves telling Mrs. Peterson, Crystal's mom, about my apparent move on Paul earlier. I of course explain it was the shoes. Mrs. Peterson gives me that smile that lets me know she doesn't believe me either. This is not fair! Honestly I think I could drop my skirt and panties and prove to them I am a boy and they would just laugh and tell me I'm being a silly girl its so hopeless. No I will not do that do you think im nuts! Mom would kill me.. well kill me more after she finds out what has already happened.

We are herded outside, its the only way i can think to describe it, to a fairly large van that has two automatic sliding doors on either side and three full bench seats along with the drivers and passenger seat. The girls all do this sit turn and slide thing with both knees together as they get in. To fit in i try it and am mostly successful. Its not as easy as it looks. Mrs. Peterson tells me i should have tucked my skirt in first. Opps. I admit its my first time in a skirt which starts a new rounds of me being such a tomboy. I try again to explain but am overruled. Fine im a tomboy whatever. Fine ill lean my knees to one side and not show off my panties. No I do not want Paul to see them. The ensuing drive is spent with me trying to vainly denounce these crazy girls ideas that I was crushing on him. I don't even like him! Oh whatever! I cross my arms and pout. Second note to self doing such action while in group of girls gets you hugs. I could get to like this. Be even better as a boy. I missed much of the drive due to the girls so I didn't see where we were going. As we pull into , what I can only describe as an estate, I am in awe of the size of this place.

The girls all pile out in a rapid manner leaving me to trail behind. I am quite shocked at this place. Ive seen these places on tv. Wow. all the windows I see are the type with curved tops and that lattice work in them these in turn are surrounded by cut sandstone bricks which make up most of the front visible part of house. There is a wide curving blue marble stair leading up to two arched very solid looking wood doors with stained glass windows and brass knobs and old fashion door knockers. There is a terrace over the door with a railing. I cannot make out what is above that though. The terrace makes a rook covering the stairs and is a good 8 feet above the doors which as i slowly move closer look even bigger that normal. The walkway across to this door is made of cut stone not cement. The grass is very lush and green almost painfully vibrant. There is flowers in flower beds of more cut stone and trees and shrubbery with black tilled earth around them. Everything is very neatly trimmed. Looking back I can see that much of the yard is as big as the front playground as school with a wrought iron fence and hedge at the end. The electric gate is just swinging closed.

This is incredible! Mrs. Peterson come to me and asks if im ok which i reply in detail how awed I am at all this. She claims that yes it does look nice for a modest home in the city. I look at her as she is nuts this isn't modest this is majestic! I tell her that this is incredible and she laughs and comment about how sweet I am. She then grabs my hand like I am a little kid and leads me into the house itself.

My lord the entryway could hold our apartment back home and then Ms Bailey's as well. All I see is black streaked with gold marble floor. There is a very ornate and detailed staircase leading to an upper level. The staircase alone would put shame to the Grand staircase of the titanic. Looking up you can see a skylight that is a dome which is surrounded by lilac plaster with many designs in it for the ceiling. On the walls made of more wood, are what look like candle holders in brass with unlit candles that are really lights of some type. I know I touched one. There is various vases with flower arrangements and antique looking chairs stools and even an old clerks desk. The wooden chairs I would bet dont have a single nail in them and are covered with a soft white velvet with rose patterns. To either side of the entrance are Old fashioned doors that are the closets for many assorted jackets boots and shoes. The girls are making noises off to one side in what a presume is a den of some sorta or a kitchen.

It turns out to be the latter but what a kitchen there is ample counter space, two ovens one over the other a walk-in freezer in polished stainless steel, and a rather ordinary looking fridge. I cannot see the stove though. The girls are sitting around one of those island counter things munching and chatting on , darn more health food, and juice. What no soda's? I ask of course, bad idea , as I am told in detail how a young lady must watch her weight etc etc. I tuned most of that out. The girls all talk about various things they are doing for the party tonight including all that junk food we bought earlier. Im not sure where that stuff is as it didn't come here with us. Don't get me wrong all the stuff available is pretty much part of the diet I have been on which I mention in passing although I think the only one that heard it was Mrs. Peterson. I was just kinda hoping to leave off the diet today as I would really like some good old junk food on this my last day alive.

Im sorta of settling down into the swing of things with the girls and actually starting to relax a bit and have fun. This does not last long though.

"Hey Krisa lets all go tan on the back lawn. Im sure I got a bikini that will fit you." EEEEPP I AM SO DEAD.

I got ambushed by that muse again. This seems to be getting much longer that I thought it would be.

Some of the girls apparently already have bikinis on as they start to strip right there in front of me. Don't get me wrong that much visible girl flesh is the stuff dreams are made of. The slight problem is I'm expected to add to it.

Okay brain do your stuff

1) RUN

2) There is a telltale bulge I'm sure they will notice.

3) RUN

4) From the looks of those bikini's they are like a jigsaw puzzle to put on.

5) Running is a very good plan. Leave, flee, seek refuge.

6) well there really is no thought six as I am already moving to the door and my brain has decided that it will shutdown for now as this is way too much for me to handle. Speaking of handles what am I suppose to do with this now? Some small part of me knows I should do something but all I do is stare at it.

"Krisa. Krisa. KRISA" who what when where how? that's from some teacher in school can't remember why though. Random brain firing anyone? I feel a hand on my shoulder. Its Mrs. Peterson.

"Krisa are you alright honey?" Of course I'm not alright. I'm a boy that is expected to be a girl worse yet one in a bikini on the back lawn. Can't you tell I am a boy? All this would have been perfect to say. So of course I say absolutely nothing and shake my head from side to side.

"There is nothing to be ashamed of honey a few of the other girls are not as developed as they like to show. You are not alone we all feel like nature takes too much time. They will grow with time and I am sure you will be full breasted in no time." Part of me thinks she is trying to console me. The rest thinks oh god don't tell me they will get bigger. They already have caused me too much trouble. Its too much for me to handle. I may be a boy but even boys cry when life hurts. Yes I have tears on my face. I can't stop those from happening. My throat is a huge lump and it hurts. Mrs. Peterson pulls me in for a motherly hug. I can't hold it back anymore and cry. I vaguely here her say something like body shy, whatever that means, give us a few mins. Give me hours and it still wont change things. I mention I'm scared in a muffle since my face is buried in her shoulder. She makes soothing noises, tells me how brave a girl I am. That does not help I cry more. Suddenly I am being hugged by a few more people. I unbury my face long enough to see the other girls also hugging me with tears in their eyes as well. This does affect me. I am not sure how but it seems to help.

These strangers who have never met me before and have befriended me, although mostly unwilling, are really caring about my feelings. I have never had this before it was always painful lard butt, fatty and many other crude names from others my age both boys and girls. I turn to these girls and cry with them not in sorry but in some sort of companionship. Mrs. Peterson stands up and lets us cry ourselves out. I thank them all for being so nice and understanding. They say stuff like we will wait for you in the back yard. They leave via an exit beside kitchen and I am alone with Mrs. Peterson, who looks at me with the same motherly look of love that my mom does.

"Come sweety lets grab your purse so you can fix yourself up in the bathroom. Where did you leave your purse?" Purse whats a purse...oh the bag thing ummm.

"The van?" I think it may be there though why would I need it to fix myself up? Mrs. Peterson shows me to a bathroom and says she will get my purse. I am alone in this very nice bathroom. It may be small just a sink and toilet but it is still very nice. I look in the mirror over the sink to see a girls face with black streaks here and there running down from eyes and lipstick smeared making it look much more like a sad clowns face. Oh that's me. I look down and it takes me a bit to figure out how to work the sink controls. Im still not sure what that third tap is for. Soap I need soap to get this junk off my face. uh ok there is kinda cute, omg I did not just think that, colored beads and dolls on counter but no soap. Splashing water on my face without soap just doesn't seem like a good idea. I am still standing there when Mrs. Peterson returns with my purse which is put beside the sink. I ask her about soap to wash my face. I use please of course. And she says there is cold cream which is better for my face anyways behind the mirror. Really yes that fancy mirror with curved wood border is also a cabinet.

The jar of cold cream is then put in my hand and she leaves me again. Not really knowing what to do I read the side of can for instructions. Yes I do actually read them ha ha. Ive heard the tales about men and not reading instructions and what not for years. Ill pass on that bit of male bonding thank you very much. Besides they are fairly simple put on face, do not get in eyes, rinse thoroughly after use. Repeat if necessary. For best results work around face with gentle motions. It seems to do the trick and removes the makeup but my skin feels funny, not dirty funny or oily funny but soft funny.

Ok I am supposed to put on some of the makeup that is in the purse. How do I do this? What is all this stuff. I pull it out of the purse and most of it looks new and not really used. There is a blue tube that says covergirl on it, a small paint plate thing with a tiny brush the paint looks to be a brown color. There is another paint thing with a wider looking brush in it in a much lighter color that the other one. There is two lipsticks those I know what they are. And three pencil crayons with clear caps all browns. There is what I guess is a compack with skin colored powder that looks almost wet and another one that looks dry but hard. More reading I guess. Hmm the first paint thing is called maybeline eyeshadow. Ok . Second one is Gor blush. The tube is black mascara with curved brush. The first skin color is Revlon concealer/foundation. The second skin color is pressed finishing powder also by Revlon. Well its nice to know what they are but what do I do with them?

Mrs. Peterson returns and sees me in a dilemma she puts down a small bundle of cloth and asks me if I have worn makeup before. I say yes as I just removed it. She then proceeds to teach me some tricks as she puts it. First I take the little sponge thing from the concealer foundation and following her instruction pat it around my face making sure to get most of it including sides and just under chin but not over the eyebrows. Next is using the pressed powder to seal the foundation she explains. The blush is to go under the cheekbones if I want to raise them, on the cheekbone if i want to bring them in, and over if I feel they are too high. I am also to be careful to put a very small amount as too much makes me look like a tramp. I put some on under the cheekbones using the brush after I tap it so that you can barely see it on cheek but it does change my face to look more girly.

The eyeshadow is done in a similar way put on inside to bring eyes out, outside to bring eyes in, up to eyebrow edge for the night time look, just on lid for daytime. I can also apparently use different shades of eyeshadow for more dramatic effect. She tells me the crayons are eyeliner/lip liner pencils and they are hard for most to put on she explains that on eyes as with the shadow and mascara you change locations to change eye shape. I take a light one and following her instruction put just a tiny bit on lower outside lid. That's a big difference my eyes look well pretty. Next she shows me to outline the edge of my lip with another pencil. This is a little harder but I manage to do it. She says to put on lipstick so that I put it on lightly and along the inside not the outside of both upper and lower lip then I close my lips and smoosh then around this finishes applying it so my lips are even color. I am supposed to blot with a tissue she says but half the time she never bothers. So I put some tissue into the folds she shows me then put in mount and press down with my lips. My lips now look bigger than normal. She says to always inspect my face and if there is powder or stuff where there shouldn't be to use the pressed powder to wipe it off.

The mascara is hard since I have to keep one eye open and the other closed. I mess it up and she shows me how to use a cotton swab to clean off the smeared mascara then how to brush it lightly with eyes open. The trick she says is not to cake the lashes but to brush them out. All we are doing she says is bringing color to the eyelashes we don't normally see. Guess what Crystal's twin is back in the mirror. Mrs. Peterson says I did very good for a first time. I should practice with the different ideas she told me at home. uh sure I can see how that might be useful after my face is a mass of bruises when mom sees me wearing this stuff to begin with. Not gonna happen.

She does ask me about why my ears are not pierced and I tell her mom wont let me. Well its true, I asked mom once and got a lecture on Lebt or something and what not. All I wanted was the one ear. She didn't have to go overboard. Mrs. Peterson says it is a good thing since the school wont let me wear them anyways. Huh? as far as I know the school could care less. Ive seen boys with so many piercings that I wonder why their heads don't rattle.

She does say that she will leave me to get changed and to take all the time I need then shows me where there is a towel to wrap around myself if I am too shy. The door closes with a final click and I lock it from this side.

Now what do I do? I am expect to put on that piece of cloth like any girl I suppose would. I remove my top and bra exposing my man boobies. I separate the pieces of cloth and figure out the top part. I put the triangles behind me and tie the lower string together with a girly style bow. It takes three attempts. Then turn it around and lift the straps up to my neck. This doesn't work and they are below my man boobies. I try again by turning it side to side till the triangles are just below them. Then reach up and try to tie the straps behind my neck. I think I put it in a knot.

In the mirror is a girl with small boobies in a bikini top and black skirt. So far so good. I remove the shoes skirt and panties and try to pull up the bikini bottom. In the mirror is a very obvious boy bulge on a girl. This will never work I slump to floor. I don't want to cry as doing makeup the first time was not easy. I spend a few minutes thinking about what I am gonna say to them. Having a good imagination really does not help at this point. Maybe there is a way to hide it. I stand up in mirror and fish around down below. Well my penis is not to hard to hide if I pull it backwards but the bulge is still there hmmm. Not good enough. I think some more. I remember some talk show about trans people and something about taping. It takes awhile but I vaguely recall what was done.

Standing up I find there is medical tape in the cabinet beside some cloth thingys. I experiment with taping things away so to speak and during one of the trys the testicle goes up. A few more trys I find I can hide them up. Eventually I find a way to get everything hidden with a mass of tape. But I encounter a problem. Now I need to pee. So not fair. I pull a bit of tape aside at the tip of penis. and some skin comes out of the fold not much but a little bit. This is gonna be really painful to remove later. I sit on toilet to pee and it is very strange to do it this way. I have to use tissue to wipe myself as it is not as easy as normal shake and go. I can't help think that girls must do this all the time. I put back on bikini bottom and surprise surprise the girl in the mirror looks like any other girl. I walk a bit and find I can move a bit different from normal but nothing is really painful but the tape does pull a bit.

I grab the towel and wrap in around my bottom just to be sure that nothing is exposed. I take the clothes I was wearing off the floor where I dumped them and think that maybe folding them would be a good idea. I have never folded anything before. Remember me and cleaning. It takes a few trys before I get each piece done in a somewhat good manner. I am proud of what I accomplished. I put the shoes back on my feet and look once again in mirror. I am scared but think I can pull it off. I put my hand on door knob to unlock it and jerk it back. What am I thinking. I can't do this. This is nuts. Why did I put on that tape. I take the towel off and throw it on the ground. Crying once more I lean against the wall and slide down the wall to sit on my rear with my knees up to my face. I grab some tissue and blot my eyes like I was told.

Why am I do all this? Do my new found friends mean that much to me? Is this a part of me? That empty bathroom holds no answers to these questions.

Knock knock

" Krisa are you ok dear" It is the voice of Mrs. Peterson I just can't face anyone.

"Go away!" I scream back.. ok not very manly a comment is it? Im having a bit of a crisis here.

Some jingling sounds occur and a click. Figures she would a key.

"Krisa honey why are you crying again. Come stand up let me see." Its that motherly tone again caring, loving and not one you can deny no matter what. So I stand up in all my freakish glory.

"Come here" which I do " see the pretty girl you are in that mirror. Never be ashamed to show it. You are a girl. Nobody will ever think you are anything but ok." I nod of course, its that cannot deny tone what else am I supposed to do? If I try and say im a boy now after she sees that I really don't even look like one below thanks to that blasted tape. She does something to the clothes on the counter and they look so much more neatly folded, I dont know how she did that. Picking up my towel which she wraps around me way better than I did, and yes even more girly, She grabs my hand and with those motherly soothing noises leads me out of the washroom to my doom.

Mrs. Peterson leads me by hand out the back to where the other girls are. Its strange but all that tape has altered the way I walk. Its more fluid or graceful. Me graceful now theres a laugh. I try stalling but she has a firm grip on my hand. She leads me to a walk of windows. Beyond that is the girls.

Ok panic time. Brain do your stuff. 'Resistance is futile you will be assimilated' pops in there. Now is not the time for star trek quotes. To buy time I stop walking. I forgot how useful these shoes are. The floor is polished or waxed. For all the good these things are I might as well be wearing ice skates.

Okay list of possibilities:

1) I go outside, the tape releases and my bulge is noticed. Painful things occur.

2) I trip and fall exposing the tape to my total embarrassment. Painful things occur.

3) I go outside and am just one of the girls. Nothing happens.

Strangely the latter is more frightening than the others. I am actually pushed outside and see the girls in all there skin glory. I also learn something new. Tape is painful. My manhood is straining to no avail. The girls notice me and get up off their lounge chairs and lead me over. Their skin is glistening in the bright warm sun. I am getting an eyeful of lovely flesh and would be in heaven if I didn't look almost the same as them.

In a daze I am lead to one of the chairs. It is a cushioned chair much like the ones you see on cruise boats on tv. They tell me to lay down and they will do my back. More pain occurs as my brain fills my head with thoughts that are best left unsaid. I lay down on the chair face first and soon feel warm hands with some lotion massaging my back. This feels really good. With a bit of squirming on my part the one spot is hit and melt into that too soft cushion.

I do not move for a long time and I am in a sort of edge of sleep. The sun is heating me up quite nicely and I enter a light sleep. At one point the girls who have been chatting almost non stop tell me to flip. Which I do, and my front is oiled down as well. I go back to my light sleep with dreams of me on a beach surrounded by scantily clad bikini girls. This is great until I notice that I am one of them. I jerk awake at that.

"Sleeping beauty awakes without her kiss from prince charming."

"Maybe it was her boyfriend in her dream that was doing the kissing Crystal." The girls all giggle at that. I just flip on the chair to hide my embarrassment from them.

"Oh no you don't girl if we stay out here any longer I for one, will peel like an onion." Thoughts of her bikini doing just that flash through my mind. Ouch brain stop that you are NOT helping. Reluctantly I allow myself to raise from the chair and then follow the girls. They stop around a metal pole over some rock type thing and remove their sandals. Not nowing what is happening I remove my flats. Stepping on the stones feels ok but does remind me of the painted toenails I am now owner of. I am hit with warm water suddenly without warning and to my utter embarrassment squeal.

It is an outdoor shower. This is so we can wash off the suntan lotion before going in the house. Does make me wonder if the lotion is toxic or something though. I am given a pink bar of soap and am told to wash one of the girls backs. My eyes go wide at this permission to caress the forbidden flesh. It takes a minute before I remember I am supposed to be a girl and do this all the time. Shaking I rub the soap in my hands which works up a lather quite easily, nerves are good for something after all. I lovingly use the suds and the soap to wash the girls back infront of me. Her skin feels so soft. If she asks me to wash her front I am so dead meat. I almost don't notice someone wash my back.

Having a shower in a bikini is a new and interesting experience. Since we are all so exposed it makes sense. We each all have our hair up in a high ponytail so the hair mostly stays dry, likewise our faces are also mostly dry so there will be no need to reapply makeup. Pushing occurs and soon everyone is soaking wet. So much for not reapplying makeup. I am grinning from ear to ear after this.

"What are you so happy about Krisa"

"You all look like drowned rats."

"Look whos talking!" This of course starts a round of giggling.

"Well you do." I just fall to floor laughing to so hard at that. I am soon joined it seems. Tears are in my eyes.

"What are you girls laughing at" Mrs. Peterson appears with a grin on her face. I now have tears being added for a different reason as she is also wearing a bikini. This is so not fair! What is even less fair is the water house in her hands. Oh no.. don't you ...

Squeals ensue for the next few minutes as we are all chased around the back yard by the water hose which is COLD! We got our own back on Mrs. Peterson though with the use of a bucket innocently left in the still running shower. Its fun but if anyone I know recognizes me I they can remove the punching bag in the gym at school since it will gather dust. If you got a better idea what to say or do while wearing a skimpy piece of cloth while being sprayed by ice cold water Id love to hear it.

Eventually we all have to stop. I am out of breath and it seems I am also not the only one to loose the squishy in hair. This makes me feel better. I cant wait to get this thing off though a bikini gives me a horrible wedgie and I think I have got some grass in places there shouldn't be. What? I tripped and nose dived into the grass. Its not my fault.

We all sit on those chairs again which I find actually flip up to a more normal chair. Neato. I follow what the others do and towel like they do. Doesn't really seem to get me as dry as normal but it also doesn't chafe my skin either. The sun does its best to dry us. Another plus to a bikini. These tiny pieces of cloth don't take much to dry. Except for a certain spot down below which is a bit uncomfortable.

I drape my towel around my neck and over shoulders. The others think this is a great idea since we are not wearing that sunscreen. That wasn't the reason I did it. At home I do the same thing however at home the top is bare and I am wearing sweats. I am looking at these girls that are becoming more friends than forbidden objects of women. This is interupted by a fuzzy silver thing. When I focus on it I find a metal cup infront of my face which I grab. Its cold.

"I didn't know what you like Krisa so I hope that chocolate with whipped cream is good enough." Oh its a milkshake! Cools

"Yes thank you I love chocolate." A little too much actually. I take a long drag on the straw. Chocolate exstacy enters my mouth. I swallow it without thinking. Report from brain this hurts bad girl. Oh shutup and let me be owwie icecream headaches hurt. So of course I learned my lesson right.. Nope Owwie.

Sara and Tammy are trying to be delicate and dainty flowers according to Debbie's aside whisper to me. Something about a mother and proper ladies. Sorry I don't have the translation program for girl speak. While we finish our chocolate delights except for Julie who has vanilla. Crystal who has already finished asks where the others bags are, which they tell her. this is followed by a short discussion on what to wear. Again girl speak ensures. I think we are all going to follow what Julie and Judy were wearing earlier. Apparently you can wear a sundress over a bikini. Good to know I'll never look at another girl in one the same way again. Brain central informs me that I will most likely compare them to myself. Shut up brain, this useless and NOT helpful comments are not needed. Really.

Crystal returns with said dresses which she hands out to the girls would put them on right there. No shyness infront of other girls apparently. Since I know I dont have one nor want or need one, I just keep working on the last dregs at bottom of cup and that whip cream. So I totally miss catching the piece of cloth thrown at me and it ends up covering my head. Its a pale light yellow sundress. I guess I am supposed to put this on. Which I do just to fit in. The bikini bra with the grass however is not comfy at all and I squirm things around to get the grass out.

"Why not take it off then Krisa" Mrs. Peterson has returned. I was trying to not be noticed. Think of good excuse. My balls are itchy and have a rash. Okay strike that. Monkey stole my homework. Nope. I just hang my head ashamed at the thoughts going round and round in this useless head of mine. This also exposes the back of my neck and that knot I made.

"Oh I see hold still. Ive done this myself a few times." In like no time at all the knots I made are undone both on back of neck and in mid back. How did she do that. But at least Im free of that itchy top. I look up to see the girls following suit. I turn to give them privacy. I may be dressed as a girl but I am a boy and boys should not spy a girl doing such things. Okay we do anyways. I am trying to be polite. Quit laughing its not that funny.

Why do I persist with this charade. A very good question. Brain central has come up with some interesting ideas. One I am getting my jollys out of this, well true but its not on purpose. Two I secret yearn to be a girl, NO definitely not I am guy happy being a guy thank you very much. Three you doth protest too hard. Oh shutup! I believe its because for what seems the first time in my life I have friends. It makes me happy. I don't want to loose them. If playing the part of a girl is what it takes I'll do it.

Speaking of part of a girl. They head back inside to a different hallway and then into a nice looking living room. Very tastefully decorated I might add. Furniture from the reinns... rennie..oh when they made the steam engines at first. I'm twelve and I failed social studies last semester. Crystal and Debbie are hovering around what I think is a stereo. It looks complicated. Music issues forth from speakers shortly. I can't see the speakers though. The sound is good, song sucks, but then when you have a sister who screeches to any girly song on the radio, you wouldn't like them either. No really she can't carry a tune to save her life. Tone deaf is the term I think. Heck the worst singers on that Tv show talent of stars or something is way better than Sally.

Crystal and Debbie are already dancing. What is with girls and dancing anyways, its like they are born to it. Us guys its usually one foot here and another there and try to not step on the toes that always seem to be under our feet. I go for the comfy looking chair and almost make it when someone grabs the little strap on the back of dress I am wearing. Nuuu I can't dance don't make me make a total fool of myself. The girls are having none of my apparent nonsense. They show me this or that move which looks easy actually. Swing hip this way with that beat of music and so forth. I do this about 2 mins before I stop and rush back to chair red in the face. Foiled again. Now I know the purpose of those little bow straps on backs of dresses its like a dog leash, when you try to get away you are hauled in.

Ding ding.

Its the doorbell. Oh god MOM! Squish Crystal looks big enough to hide behind. Please I am not here. I am not here. I am not here. Mrs. Peterson ever the hostess of course opens the door. Noooo.

Thankfully its not mom. Instead its something just as bad. More girls some my age. They come running in and after introductions are made and the rapid girl talk ensures. No really I got maybe one word in ten. And it was so fast.

"Ohmygod-icantbelieve-like-yoursoglowingandpretty-and-whosthecutegirlbehindyou-like-shecouldbeyourtwin-and-like-totallythesamelook-like-commonspill."

Brain central has translated this to "Hey mutant girl whos the freak behind you" I told you I do not have the girlspeak translation program. Its worse than thank since they are all going on like that. I can't even hear the song that is playing, I know its playing I can see the numbers counting on the display. Why is that display growing smaller? The girl leash is dragging me around and around. Being clueless I just say hi repeatedly. Seems to work.

Mrs. Peterson enters the room with a tray of veggies which, like locusts, the girls desend on onmass. Julie and Judy come in with more trays with different finger foods. I didn't even see them leave. I manage to score a small piece of bread with what I assume is meat and its own toothpick to clean your teeth with, a pickle, piece of cheese, and some weird looking paste in a cup. Most of the girls have sat with small plates like me, they haven't stopped with the rapid girlspeak. One of the new girls whos name I think was Buffy. Sits smoothing her skirt under her. Oh yeah, I forgot about that I guess I should do the same when I sit in this dress.

I have been so wrapped up in trying to fit in with the girls that I have forgotten about the tape. Sitting down I notice it again, and for some reason keeping my knees together is alot easier. Also makes a handy place for that tiny plate. Normally in functions such as this with food like this , usually funerals, I take apart sandwich and add stuff to it. This time I watch the girls for clues on how to eat before I do anything. No wonder girls are skinny. The eat like rabbits and nibble everything. By the time we guys finish they have eaten like half the meal. Sigh I look down at my tiny plate pick up the cheese and spent an hour it seems nibbling on it. I use the pickle to eat the paste which is good if you suck on the pickle.

Said pickle is in my mouth when I am asked if I was to join the school with all the others. They apparently all attentend a class on painting wood stuff under some Helen woman. The rapid girl speak continues and I catch the word Fee. Thinks are tight at home so I tell them mom wouldn't let me as there is no money to spare. This sparks off a conversation on some scholar. What now its boats? Im lost. The girl beside me is trying to tell me about some cruise ship of Aline with two decks on it. I just nod and say it sounds pretty. She rewards me with a smile. Guess I said the right thing.

Mrs. Peterson comes into the room with another plate of finger foods just as the doorbell rings again. She asks me to answer it as she is a bit busy. So I put aside my plate with the sandwich uneaten and almost get lost trying to find the front door again. Its probably just more girls for Crystal's party.

I open the door and just about pass out.

"Mmmm....MOM!" My eyes are wide.

"Chris!" Moms eyes match mine. There is silence as moms eyes take me apart cell by little cell, Ill be a pile of unidentifiable goo in a few minutes.

"Krisa who is it?"Mrs. Peterson comes up behind me. Puts a hand on my shoulder and looks right at my mom." Ellen?" huh she knows moms first name?

"Erica?" I guess mom knows her name too.

"Oh my god!" They chorus" Its been like forever..." And this alien who looks like my mom and Mrs. Peterson go into that rapid girlspeak. Mom never talks like that. She also is never that animated either. Must be an alien.

No I don't want to write another chapter of this...

Get away from my power tools...

Ok fine! but they better work when I check later.

I stand there at the door which is open while Mom and Mrs. Peterson chat a mile a minute. Neither of them have moved from there spots although they are hugging and jumping. I swear my mom is never ever like this. Through the door I can see our old caravan with its layers of rusty panels almost dropping rust on the ground. Ok its not really that bad but when in contrast to such a pretty yard it does stand out like a sore thumb.

Mom does move, finally, but follows Mrs. Peterson towards the kitchen. It seems I am not invited along great. I look out the door at the van. Brain central kicks in.

1) We run to van and lock ourselves in then strip out of all this girly finery.

2) We try to run to van and kill ourselves tripping over these shoes.

3) Should you or any of your team get caught you will be disavowed. This is NOT the time for mission bloody impossible!

Before I can move or make up my mind Crystal comes and rescues me by shutting the door and dragging me back to the party. More of the girl rapid speak continues and in less than three seconds I am hopelessly lost. I try to explain its my mother and she and Mrs. Peterson greeted each other by first names. This sparks a round of girlish glee and giggles interspersed with comments like old lovers, school mates, eloping. I mean really this just makes no sense to me at all.

I move back to where my plate was with the finger foods. Its gone and all the plates of various healthy junk food are also gone. My stomach lets me know it isn't all that happy that I only wetted my appetite. This is so not fair all I did was answer the door. I pout and get hugged. Note to self a pout in a group of girls means you need a hug. Somehow if they knew I was a boy I would not get the hugs. Girls are so weird.

I move towards the kitchen. I am male and hungry we seek out food its a primal instinct! Ok if you really believe that I have a nice ferrari back home I can give you a great deal on. But really I did go towards the kitchen to find my mother and Mrs. Peterson both carrying a large cake with, YUCK, Pink icing on it and a fair amount of candles.

"Bless you Krisa be a dear and bring the plates and napkins this cake is a little big to walk with."

Ok apparently I am a maid now..wait shouldn't that be butler? Is there a name for a servant that is one sex and is dressed like another? I wonder what the inside of jails look like? Am I going a bit insane? Shut up brain central your not helping!

On the island counter is a small stack of real china plates, with cutlery, and fancy pink napkins...pink? Oh right girls party. I had forgotten what I was dressed up as. It seemed so unfair all I ever seen before for cake was paper plates and plastic utensils. Yet these girls got fancy napkins, in pink still not thrilled about that, and real china for cake. I mean cake of all things. Ok maybe I just a little freaked out by everything that has happened.

I take the plates and napkins back into the family room with this dress swishing around my bare legs and of course reminding me about juniors prison in painful terms. Down boy! Due to circumstances I minced into the room. I bent down at the knees to put the plates on the low table with the cake, whose candles were all lit. Mom watched me with hawk eyes the entire time. It made me really really nervous. I backed up and sat on the couch. Mom just said skirt and I blushed, got up , then sat back down after sweeping my hand underneath. I kept both knees locked together and fidgeted nervously.

The girls all started with the happy birthday to you song. I joined in lip wise but couldn't speak since my throat was as dry as a desert. Crystal blew out the candles in one blow to the squeals of delight of the girls, I just clapped my hands. The girls all dug out presents from nowhere, well it looked that way, for Crystal with Mrs. Peterson watching over it all with a big smile. Mom came and sat down beside me and gave me a small hug. I just leaned into her and in a few moments I turned into her blouse and started to cry. Mom's face went from 'You are so in trouble when we get home' to that soft smile and radiated a warmth that helped. I know its not the best words but its really not easy to describe.

Mrs. Peterson was of course all concerned and after a minute or two the girls noticed and they came on mass for the hug again. I could get to like this. The girls all asked what was wrong. Mom said that I was probably a little overwhelmed. She did ask how this had all occured. The story of how I was mistaken for Crystal came out. Mrs. Peterson then gave the girls all a look and enmass they chorused "What?"

"Well its no real surprise that they are so close in looks its a family trait as they are second cousins."

"What?" That was me that time.

"Well Erica and myself are cousins and have been the best of friends or were in our younger days."

"Yes the last time I saw you was like 12 years ago you were just a few months pregnant at Martys wedding to who this little girl was the flower girl for." Crystal blushed.

"Oh so this young lady was that flower girl. My how you have grown it seems like yesterday. But of course you were what three at the time?"

"She was almost two actually and it took me a week to get her to walk without trying to eat the flowers. I gather Krisa was with Aunt Mary at the time?"

"Well no.. Krisa was in me at the time."

"Your only twelve?" That was Patty. But it looks like the other girls are all staring at me too. I shrink back behind my mom. Yep I looked exactly like a very shy little girl.

Many comments are made that I could be Crystal's younger sister. Rapid girlspeak ensues and Mom and myself provide nods. Ok I just followed mom's lead she might be able to understand it but I couldn't. At one point the girls crowd around Mrs. Peterson with many a whisper and enough giggles that I cannot make out a single thing.

Mrs. Peterson then comes over to my mother and whispers into her ear. My mom gets a rather blank look on her face. Silent parent communication ensues with mom eventually leaving me to follow Mrs. Peterson into another room.

For the next hour I am forced to recreate my life so far in the terms of a girl with much prompting from the other girls. It kinda snowballed into a very believeable tale. I didn't mention that my man boobies were the result of fat I just said they developed about a year ago. Some of the questions of feminine hygiene products were completely lost on me and I said so. I got your so lucky. I guess I was but still not sure why.

The girls started to tell me all about there school. St Marys Catholic Girls Academy. Now there is a mouthful. Crystal even ran upstairs and came back down with her uniform to show it to me. I said it was very nice, but I wouldn't wear it. Well its true. Its a pink jumper dress with a white blouse underneath. I was told that its a bit dated and something of a pain to wear but it does remind one to be a proper lady at all times. Fridays are casual day where they can wear either a nice dress or skirt to school as pant were not allowed.

They asked me if I had either a denim dress or skirt, to which I responded no. This sparked a torrid of the best places to buy this or that skirt or top to go with that skirt. Honestly its like girls are injected with this knowledge of what to wear and when. I much prefer my normal male attire. Sweat shirt and jeans or sweatpants.

Mom and Mrs. Peterson came out after awhile still talking, mom was smiling and talking about how she would think about it. I dunno but she did tell me to say good bye to the girls. Which got me another group hug and many apologies for how they had acted earlier. By the end even I was getting tearful. Mrs. Peterson handed me a bag with all of the clothes I had on before. No sign of my sisters clothes though.

We did get some more cake, I had vacuumed up some earlier but didn't notice, wrapped on a paper plate. I also was given my purse,I forgot about it again. Mom and Mrs. Peterson hugged and made vague promises of getting together again soon.

I would guess that by the time we finally got to the van and inside, I barely remembered how to get in with the twist and leg thing, I was surprised to learn it was 6 pm. The day just seemed to fly by so quickly. Mom started the van and we waved bye to the girls and Mrs. Peterson till they were out of site.

The ride home was silent as a tomb in the van. Mom would look at me open her mouth to say something then stop and continue to drive. At one point we stopped for a train. Mom put the caravan into park and just sat there. Eventually she sighed and looked at me again.

"So.. Krisa is it?" I nodded what else was I supposed to do.

"Is there something you perhaps want to tell me? Like why Erica had me fill out an application form for you to attend St Marys Catholic Girls Academy? Or why there may be a scholarship for you? Or what I am gonna tell her about the offer she made for me to work for her husband at a much better wage?"

"Uhmmmm...." So this is what it feels like to die.

hmmm whaa... let me sle....

Ouch that's my hair you witch!

I don't care if you think I should write..

Great I'll pack you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for your trip. Bye!

In case your wondering this was not my idea. I was perfectly happy to come here in my old baggy jeans and sweatshirt. So what if it had a stain who cares it didn't have holes. The jeans did but that's kinda in style. My Nike ripoff running shoes with the one loose sole wasn't that bad and they were at least comfy. But nooo. My older sister in her infinite lack of wisdom was totally thrilled to have a younger sister. Hence I was obligated to look the part.

Not that I looked that much like a boy at the moment. I tried when I got home that day. Jeans and tshirt went on as fast as I could but I still looked way to much like a girl. This was after we walked in the door right infront of my sister. She took one look at me and did two things I still don't understand. She did the Oh my god your sooo cute!

Then she hugged me while jumping up and down. Don't get me wrong mom and sis always were the touchy feelie types just not with me. It was like I had the plague before. I went got changed as soon as I could and came back down while mom was telling sis all about my adventure. Since that day she has been trying alot to bring out her 'little sister Krisa'.

First it was by making me practice being a cheerleader with her. I am in good shape and all that and for the most part am pretty flexible. However the first day I was sore all over even after drinking lots and lots of water. Note to others: Do not practice cheerleading in the back yard on a really hot and humid day. The next few days I got the hang of it. Cheerleading is really not that hard to learn the basics. It's mostly jump around do cartwheels flips and move pom poms around alot while screaming your lungs out.

The idea is to get people in the crowd excited about the game they are attending instead of just sitting there making the vendors pockets alot richer as you stuff your face silly. A cheerleader is supposed to get you involved in a sense. Though mostly us guys, er well I am a guy you know, to drool over the cute chicks and fantasize about them while sporting a noticeable lump in ones crotch.

Why was I helping her? Oh she is trying out for a position on the team at her school. Which is why I am here today with her. Part of my punishment for being Krisa is to have my sister act as watchdog over me. I was all for coming as myself but apparently this hairdo of mine has not relaxed enough for that to happen. So my black skirt and red top are being sported while I sit on this wooden bench that hasn't seen a descent coat of paint in years.

One thing I should mention is that I still sport a smooth front. Why because that tape is still there and doesn't want to come off yet. Putting medical tape, alot of it, over my pubic hair was a really boneheaded move. I haven't told mom or sis about it either. For now I just sit to pee wipe myself and wash very well down there. I figure that eventually the soap and water will work it off without losing skin and hair in the process. I am fairly sure that to get it off otherwise would require a trip to the doctors office, which we cannot afford. Just like we cannot afford for me to get a male haircut. Mom says it will relax and soften up enough to be restyled by my lack of grooming into a baggy boys hairstyle in no time.

As much as I loath being Krisa my cousin and her friend are trying hard to prevent her death. The other day I spent about an hour on the phone, much to my sisters mirth, where I spoke maybe 5 times in total. They seem to be bound and determined to take me shopping for a descent wardrobe before school starts up again. I tried to tell them it wasn't gonna happen and there was no way mom would let me go there. It somehow came out that instead they think the school is being bitchy about the scholarship thing instead. It is not my fault stop laughing!

This morning sis decided that what I wanted to wear was either to awful looking, ugly or disgusting. Really I think she was bound and determined to show off her little brother cum sister, aka me. When I, purely out of frustration put this on she was super happy. I got told in no uncertain terms to change my underwear. Speaking of underwear bras. Now mom actually thought it was a good idea for me to wear one instead of wobbling around, as she put it, so I have worn one all week. My sister happily donated me two of her old bras. Meaning ones she bought in excitement that don't really fit her. I have to admit they do help a bit and I don't jump around as much especially when doing the cheer stuff. It still feels too weird to wear one.

I'm wearing the pushup thing again giving me a respectable girls chest verses the other ones that just hold everything in place and I'm otherwise flattish. I have been introduced to the girls here as her little sister Krisa of course. The skirt is annoying. I swear skirts were developed to give people calluses on the inside of their knees as everytime your knees drift apart at all someone is right there telling you to close them which means smack they go together.

Yes I'm brooding or pouting live with it!

"Hey Krisa" who me?" why don't you get changed and help out your sister?" Huh? Your not serious I don't even want to be here!

"I didn't bring anything." Ha showed you can't make me jump around in this skirt she will just have to suffer all on her own. I have been enjoying watching my sister make a fool of herself. Normally she isn't that bad but she is having a major case of nerves and making mistakes.

"Oh I can lend you an outfit." mutters Mandy's little sister Alisa beside me. I'm not the only kid sister here today. Actually there is like 40 girls all trying for 4 spots on the highschool junior cheerleading team. Which means there is another 20 girls all watching the try outs with maybe 10 siblings along. Mandy is already a cheerleader and is helping the tryouts in her training outfit. Which looks alot like the regular cheerleader uniform just without the flashy colors. Alisa has latched onto me since I got here and is one of the girls here who are doing their best to make sure I get calluses.

"No I can't let you huwaaa..." and I get dragged into the school's ladies locker room. Apparently I didn't get the option to refuse. Darn girl speak I still don't get this. I wanna go back to being a boy its so much easier!

"Resistance is futile you will be assimilated!" Oh shut up useless brain!

Comments as always are appreciated.