What?

No way! You have done this to me before no more chapters on Ashley!

No means no! Now if you want to maybe get that final chapter of missing manhoods together for me..

Yeah right! Like that is gonna make me wri....

Josh was sitting at home playing his favorite video game. Motorcross madness on his computer with the companion controller. He had found the game years ago with his dad at a local second hand store unopened. The controller was part of the game in its rather large box.

He had long ago mastered every track in the game to the point that none of the settings even at max could come close to matching his time. With nothing else to do he set about beating his personal best times instead. He was on track to setting a new time record on one of the toughest tracks in the game as the door to his room banged open.

"Hey mom your home early."

He was at the final stage with just forty feet left to go when the screen went black on him.

"Hey what the.." He looked up towards his mom but stopped as two flesh colored blobs fell to the floor in front of him. Blobs he had not see in over two weeks.

"No! Absolutely not!" He knew what those blobs meant. She was wanted. However She was retired as of two weeks ago when Tina resumed her show. He had thought all that junk disposed of like hazardous waste. His arm and leg hair had finally just sprouted from their long dormant sleep.

"Whatever the issue is I don't care! It's Tina's show she can deal with it!" with that he reached towards his computer to plug in the power cord she had removed on him.

"Oh that's fine. Now that you have your precious motorbike and all the fancy gear you can do whatever you want... However motors need fuel to run, which costs money you don't have. Not sure what you are going to do with it but that is fine. Be selfish and let that mob kill that girl.."

That was dirty pool!

Ashley pouted out the side of the car as they drove to the club. Her hair was back into its waves of red. Her makeup perfect along with her oval nails on her dainty hands. Her arms and legs smooth devoid of any hair. Her waist was slightly pinched from the upper cincher. While the device constricted her upper waist into a more hourglass figure it also allowed her mid drift to be exposed above her black leather mini skirt with its white leather brass holed belt. Her legs were encased in black nylons that fitting into knee length go go boots with a 3 inch blocky heel. They were not hard to walk in.

Ashley was surprised at just how easily she had fallen back into character. The breast forms once glued to her chest along with the fake vagina and poof she was speaking like a teeny bopper girl fluently again. Her ears had begun to close up so that she felt the oval gold earrings pulling on her ears. Before she had gotten so used to their weight that she hadn't.

"It's not fair! I still don't see why I have to go!" she pouted out of her ruby red lips in her sweet soprano.

"Ashley it's your fans. A chant started up outside the club before the doors opened. The manager was afraid to even let people inside. Tina went out to talk to them but they wouldn't stop chanting and she got scared. You can't blame the girl. A mob of angry teens is a scary thing."

"So call the police it's their job after all."

"Yep and there goes business for the club. All the people who work there would probably be laid off because of lack of business. The station would loose ratings and I would lose my job which means we would be on the street. So yes lets call the police."

"Enough with the guilt trips mom! I'm going remember!"

"Don't you get snotty with me young lady!"

"Mom!"

Ashley and her mother giggled for a few minutes till they pulled up to a stop light that just turned red. Her mother pulled out her cell phone and simply said "four minutes" then hung up. This left Ashley clueless as it had taken them a good 20 minutes to get her dressed up. A far cry less than usual but practice in a tearing hurry tends to streamline things. It wasn't until she recognized the area that she understood.

Club Prix, the newest club, was having it's grand opening tonight. She had done a spot piece on the club a few weeks back. Club Prix boasted that they had 200 types of drink available and could mix up three times that. All of them non alcoholic, a major draw since it allowed anyone from a teenager to young adults in. The club also sported a 3d sound system, multiple video screens and two levels separated by glass. She was actually a little leary of the second floor as anyone could look up her skirt.

The small fact that most nightclubs had lights that shown down or were otherwise dark didn't make her feel all that comfortable. According to the club owner the glass wasn't really glass but a glass plastic crystal hybrid. Safe for even the heaviest of traffic.

She was paying attention to see if she could see the club when she spotted the news vans. It seems that not only her station, she still thought of it that way even if she was no longer working there, was not the only ones there tonight. She wondered why until she saw the large line with fists raised that she found the mob her mother was talking about. Her jaw opened as she took in the shear size of the crowd. At a block away the crowd was spilling over into the street from the sidewalk and only growing thicker as they got closer.

The line was moving at least, if slowly as they moved past so she could tell the doors had finally opened. However it was also quite plain that the crowd would exceed the limits of the club by a fair margin.

"Who are all these people?"

"Your fans."

"But I was only on air for eight weeks!"

"People liked you. There is also fans of Tina in there so don't let the size fool you too much."

"But you said..."

"Some fool started a Bash Bash Bash chant and the crowd swept it up."

"Fine whatever! I go in make them happy, give them publicly to Tina and walk away. Home before nine and then I burn all this shit."

Ashley sat back into the car seat and waited for her mom to start the whole "dont be so sure thing". She was still waiting and the car was silent.

"Mom"

"Yes dear"

"It will be a few minutes right?"

"Maybe."

"What are you not telling me?"

"Nothing."

"Mom"

"Okay the station got a few letters when you went off air."

"What do you mean a few letters?" The last time her mom used the word few it turned into eight weeks of hosting a show as a girl.

"A few!"

"Mom!"

"I lost count at a hundred. But Alex probably has a better idea how many. Nothing to worry about."

"Mom! A hundred is not a few! I didn't even get that many fan letters when I was on air!"

"Yes you did. We just didn't give them to you."

"Mom!"

"Relax sweetie it's not a big deal..really."

"Okay when we get home we really got to discuss this whole few concept of yours.."

The conversation might have continued further if her mom had not turned into a side street where very large men in tiny t shirts with the Security written across the front were waiting. Her mom rolled down the window and showed her pass. Ashley was not the least bit concerned with anyone noticing her in the passenger seat. After all how many celebrities, even minor ones, show up in a green Ford Focus?

The side entrance was open as they pulled up. Light spilled out of the opening as trucks were being unloaded of catering supplies. The tall man standing on the outside was far to familiar to Ashley as the car pulled to a stop. Alex Schisman was your typical tall business man. Straight press seamed pants, in dark blue with a light blue silk business shirt missing his tie. The stern look replaced with a look of worry as the car came into view. He was at her door before the car had stopped fully. She was still unbuckling her seatbelt as the door was opened.

"You planned this didn't you?" he accused her as she moved to get out.

"Excuse me?" she asked eyes opening wide.

"You did this just as a excuse to wear a skirt again! Didn't you!"

"Well if that's how you feel. Let's go home mom this is a bust!" She reached for the seatbelt again.

"Oh no you don't!"

"Leave her alone Alex! You know damn well she didn't want to do this so just shut it!"

"But..."

"But nothing! Hows Tina doing?"

"Scared, crying, angry. Take your pick changes every few seconds. Driving me nutty which is why I'm out here." His panic seemed to subside as he reached up to rub the side of his forehead. Ashley hesitantly got out of the car standing up to her 5'2" height 5'6" in heels. Yes Josh was short and skinny. As a motocross rider this was an advantage.

"Sorry Ashley didn't mean to blow up like that. It's just we were not expecting this at all and.... Oh well whatever. Thanks for pitching in. I'll make it up to you somehow."

"One appearance! One, not two, not 'a few' ONE!"

Outside of the car the unmistakeable upbeat techno music was coming out of the side door. Ashley felt her body start to get into the groove of the music. She didn't know why but dressed as a girl her body just started to move all on it's own. Too much practicing at home with her mother maybe. It was a dance club remix of a song she didn't recognize.

The side entrance was lined with those tall tray like holders on wheels. There was racks of plastic covered trays of different and unrecognizable foods on them as she passed. As she got inside the music which was loud was barely covering some shouting. She couldn't yet make out what the shout was as she was led into a much quieter room. The room had a stuffed leather couch along a wall. There was also a clear glass topped desk in the room with some garish pictures of paintings on the wall.

However it was Tina Extreme with her feet splayed to the side and her head down into her immaculate fingers and a tight tube top with her assets trying to bulge out that caught his attention. Josh felt his hidden member flex in response. He had to shake his head to get back into girl mode. Tina had waves of honey blond hair on her head. Much of it was slicked back on one side which left par to of to fall over one shoulder into her cleavage. Her loud pink tube top and black hot pants left little to the imagination. Her black spike heels did not display her toes unlike Ashley's garish red toenails on full display.

Tina's wreck of a face lifted at their entrance but upon seeing him her face quickly turned to one of anger. She shot up off the couch and approached her arms outstretched into claws.

"You BITCH! You stole my fans you cow! It's my show I built it how darn you steal from me!"

"Now Tina.." Alex started as he moved in between the two girls.

"Don't fuckin Tina me Uncle! I'm gonna carve her fuckin eyes out!" tears were leaking out of Tina's eyes as they filled to overflowing with tears.

"TINA!" boomed Alex startling both Ashley and Tina. However it was Tina that it had the most effect on as she stepped back. Ashley felt guilty and stepped forward intent on softening her voice as much as possible but changed at the last second.

"Look I wanted nothing to do with this. I only did your stupid show as a favor to Mrs. Appleton and was glad to stay away. She asked for my help but if your too snooty I can always go back home no problem. I'm sure the crowd wont be too rough and while you recover in the hospital your show will bomb."

She let that sink in for a moment as Tina's mouth opened and closed. Alex turned around to deliver an angry response on his face evident by the rising redness in his face.

"Now you can sit here in self pity all you want but I have a job to do. I told your precious uncle one appearance. One and that's it I go back into obscurity and you do whatever the hell you want bitch. I really don't care but if this club gets destroyed I would never forgive myself."

Alex was busying mouthing nonsense preparing to no doubt expose her secret and fire both her and her mother as Tina walked forward. A puzzled look on her tilted face.

"That was kinda cool."

"Maybe."

"No really it was. I still don't know who you really are girl. You're really not interested in being on tv?"

"Not a hope in hell. I got stuff I prefer to do than make a spectacle of myself on a stage."

"I see... I probably look a clown don't I?"

"A bit but Mrs. Appleton can make a cow look a princess so there's no worry."

"True but I can see from here that under that makeup your really quite pretty already."

Her mom took Tina aside into the small office washroom to fix her face up. This left her alone with Alex for a few minutes.

"What's the plan?"

Alex shook himself before answering."Well Tina goes out first mike in hand and then I guess you follow with a mic of your own. How did you do that? She never calms down like that."

"A verbal slap is just as effective as a physical one. Did that once in school to a former friend. Physical ones left bruises and a whole lot of trouble for me. Verbals don't except maybe too ego."

"I see.." Actually he didn't and they both knew it. A repaired Tina returned to the room her cheeks sparkled just a bit from the glitter on them. A similar glitter but finer was on her own right eyebrow.

"Did you hear that?"

"Yeah I get to go in first oh yeah! Any ideas since we have to ad lib?"

"Not really you lead I follow?"

"K. Let's knock em dead girl!"

"The heels on these boots wouldn't work now those great shoes of yours on the other hand..." Tina bubbled up with laughter at the joke. So it was that the two girls left the office in better spirits to face the large and noisy crowd.

The stage in Club Prix was accessible from the side much like a theater would be. Ashley stayed back as Tina had already had her mic fitted while her own was quickly fitted onto her head by the expert sound technician from the studio.

Tina had walked up onto the short stage to much booing and catcalls while others cheered. She waited for a lull in the noise before she nodded her head slightly.

"Well that's not the best greeting! You would think that people were not happy to see us." At the word us she had turned to look to Ashley which gave her the cue to step up on the stage a smile plastered to her face. Ashley sauntered on stage, her hand in the air doing a small wave.

"No kidding Tina! After all the fuss they ..." The rest of her speech was quickly drowned out as the crowd erupted in cheers, applause, and a very loud chorus of "BASH". Blushing quite well even under the lights of the stage Ashley stood next to a grinning Tina and they both waited for the crowd to die down in noise. When it was clear neither girl would speak the crowd's noise level dropped down. So much so that it was almost silent.

"We would like to thank you all for showing up for the grand opening of Club Prix!" Tina started.

"Club Prix specializes in a like totally awesome selection of drinks." Ashley completed.

"Yeah and there is also a good set of munchies available for tonight right Ashley?"

"Too right Tina. Makes me sorry I'm on a diet!"

"Well girl guess we should maybe work off a few calories to partake of the goodies?"

"Nothing better than ta groove them away Tina. This is a dance club after.."

"So lets dance!" they chorused. The Dj started up the first track and the two girls started to dance in mirror images of each other as if practiced even though it was the first time the two had met. Each dared the other on with more seductive style dancing in time with the beat.

The effect of the seductive dancing of two hot girls was not lost on the crowd as many girlfriend got more than a little annoyed at their dates for the night. Not everyone started to dance right away. A chant started up. Half saying Extrema while the other saying Bash.

It did not take long before the two merged as Extreme Bash which was taken up by the crowd. More and more couples started to shake and dance away as the once almost angry crowd turned its energies to dancing away. The two girls danced away almost driving the crowd to dance more energetically than the two girls were.

After four songs had been done the two girls, now quite tired, moved to the bar to get some juice to replenish themselves escorted by some of the large security men. As they got to the bar however the owner of the club signaled the dj to lower the sound. He didn't stop the sound just lowered it while the owner used an older looking hand mic to get the crowds attention.

"Id like to thank these lovely ladies for helping to open my club with a bang. The best way I can do so is with a drink! I hereby name this drink in honor of these two ladies. I give you Extreme Bash!" The manage gave the two blushing girls each a glass of a drink that was both a dark drink on one side and a white drink on the other. Despite its coloring the drink was actually quite good. Both girls thanked the owner declaring it the best drink they had ever had.

The club stayed open till 11pm that night. The new drink not only sold well but quickly sold out. The club owner was quite happy about that as some of the ingredient drinks involved were some of the ones he thought he wouldn't be able to sell at all. The ordered munchies also sold well so much so that the caterer and the club owner discussed the possibility of coming to an arrangement in the future.

The two girls spent most of the night dancing interspersed with trips to the office washroom and makeup touch ups courtesy of Mrs. Appleton. They danced and occasional interviewed some of the people getting their opinions on tape of the club. They acted as a team throughout which was a surprise to both Alex and Mrs. Appleton. By the end of the night neither girl could walk to well on their final return to the floor.

They thanked the crowd for coming amid many cheers. When Ashley eluded to the fact that it was the final time she would host such an event the crowd expressed their tired disappointment with a few boos. The chant of Extreme Bash was taken up as the girl's exited the stage for the last time. Both staggered into the office. Alex took up his niece in his arms while Mrs. Appleton had Ashley supported from the side.

Tina was placed into her uncle's Audi's passenger seat barely awake. She managed a "Extreme Bash is pretty catchy isn't it?" before she passed out. Alex's "Yes it is" response unheard.

Ashley was fast asleep before the Focus left the side entrance parking area. Mrs. Appleton struggled to get the sleeping girl out of the car and into the house by herself. Her child was not the light young thing anymore. She got the girl into her bedroom and on the bed but her back was hurting quite well. She looked down into the face of her daughter. She was proud of her child and she looked so beautiful and alive as a girl. She knew that this was probably the last time she would ever see the daughter that could have been.

Tandy Appleton made it to her own bed before tears overcame her. The picture of her husband was moved from it's nightstand and hugged to her chest however it was not just the grief from her lost husband that overtook her tonight. She also felt grief for the daughter she had always wanted and was losing.

Yes! I can play my computer game without miss nosey bothering me.

Snicker.. loading loading loading... critical error! What the... wait what is this message...

"Your writing has not yet exceeded the limits set this game is unavailable to you."

WTF!!!!

The talk of the school the following week was all about Ashley Bash and Tina Extrema. All but one of the students at Scadia Secondary Regional School, the local highschool, were surprised and happy when the show aired midweek.

Originally it had been Tina's corner followed by a short time as Ask Ashley. Now it was Extreme Bash. The fans of the local show went wild with the new name. That is all but one. The show was aired during the common lunch at the school. The school had a projector installed in the cafeteria that turned a wall into a television. During lunch music videos would play or more recently the show aired would play. Cafeteria sales had never been higher.

Joshua Appleton stared at the screen trying to not display his horror as Tina Extrema announced to the audience that her co host, one Miss Ashley Bash, was currently concentrating on her schoolwork and would only accompany her on the show or to events if she was free to do so. The screen changed to highlights of Ashley and Tina groove dancing away at Club Prix.

"Damn that Ashley girl is so hot."

"Id do her in a heartbeat. I mean look at the tits on her and that ass!"

"Yeah I got creative and put her in a naughty schoolgirl outfit on my comp the other day. She is so damn sexy in just about anything but gaaaa..."

"Oh that's sick man! There is probably a law out there about shit like that. Still...did you print it off?"

"It's no different than the airbrushing that studios do to actors and actresses."

Joshua, Josh to most, turned his head around trying desperatly not to show the horror that was probably displayed on his face. He needn't have worried his friends were all busy staring at printed pictures. The were passed to him and he got to see Ashley Bash in a variety of outfits. A sailor moon type outfit, the school girl outfit that the guys seemed to be lusting over, a french maid type outfit. All of these were on the pose where her arms are behind her head one raising up. Her hips and belly were actually pushed forward just enough.

The original picture was the autograph picture that was chosen out of more than fifty shots. Normally she was in her trademark outfit of the pink pleated khaki mini skirt and dark purple cut off sleeveless deep v neck t shirt with Ashley in gold super imposed over a picture of herself on the t. Her feet so delicate and tiny looking in a pair of strappy black heels toes exposed in red. The wave of her red hair cascading down and over the front of her left shoulder. A black bra strap barely visible on the right exposed shoulder. An impossible angle that made the girl look incredible sexy in the impossible pose.

Josh remembered that particular shot as he was actually falling down. The photographer managed to time and get in the shot before his arms went spinwheeling. He had still ended up falling onto his butt. The picture of him or herself on the t shirt was done via computer. The printed t shirts were in actual number eight. However after the second week two of them had mysteriously disappeared.

He was passed the final picture that almost made him pass out. This picture was far and away the most audacious picture of the bunch. It showed Ashley in a pink side tie'd bikini that left very little to the imagination. What made it so overwhelming is that he knew that this was exactly how he would look if he had ever even tried on a bikini done up as a girl. Worse he could feel himself getting aroused and uncomfortable over a picture of himself.

The next few weeks passed by in a blur as schoolwork plus weekends of dirt bike racing over muddy tracks mixed with rain or sleet came and went. His new leathers had saved his hide more than once. However the last race he managed to bang up the rear rim pretty good. He could fit one of the spares from the 80 on it but the bike looked incredibly stupid. It was movable but it was in no way raceable. The original rim was getting rebuilt and he could trade in the old 80 but it was one of the last things of his dad. He and his dad had gotten the old 80 and rebuilt it over a series of weekends during one of his tours around home. Josh would soon cut off his arm than sell the bike.

The problem was he needed money. Money to finish paying for the repairs to the rim. Money for two spare rims and tires with gears and shafts all ready to go, including front rims and tires, as spares. The 80 had those. When he raced the 80 with his dad he had tumbled a few times they would change the rims and he would be good for the next heat.

This past weekend he had had to fault out because he could no longer run. It hurt. His mom had come to each heat in place of his dad and he appreciated it even if she had no idea why he did the racing. He had tried to describe to her how free he felt when racing and she just looked at him blankly. He knew that when he got eight feet of air it was flying. It was so hard to describe to her.

His mom was good about not totally freaking out whenever he rolled or crashed, that was par for the course when motocross racing. The course he took with his dad before he was even allowed to run instructed him on how to roll and duck in a motocross. It was grueling at the time and required him to be quite flexible to pull off some of it. His mom had once commented that watching him do the daily stretches was like watching a girl do a mix of calisthenics and gymnastic exercises.

Although his mom never said anything he wondered how Tina was. He had the funny feeling that Tina was bugging his mom about Ashley. He would occasionally catch her looking in his dad's closet. That closet had been cleaned out of the bits his father had left when he died. Much of his regular clothes had been packed with him when he went on tour.

He had snuck into her room and opened the closet to find well Ashley. More specific all the stuff that made him into Ashley. Her clothes, all of them, the shoes, the makeup all in its boxes, even the latex forms and gaff laid in wax. It was almost but not quite a shrine. Along the back wall was the large poster he had signed the one time for a promo of the show. The big silver marker had been hard to hold and his signature of Ashley with the cute little heart over the end had taken him some time to get just right for a girl.

Before learning to be Ashley his writing was horrible. He had once been asked to respell his name twice on an exam it was so bad. In preparing for Ashley his mom had spelled out the way she thought a teen girl her age would spell things and then had him copy it two hundred times before going to bed. At the end of that hectic second week he could write as neatly as any girl. Even now in school with all new teachers they complimented him on his neat writing. He tried to not laugh as he was deliberately not writing as neat as Ashley did. Ashley took time to carefully write each letter. Josh just scribbled away as fast as he could. It was still a far cry better than he had done so before.

The video he had seen at the beginning of the month and the few in between all seemed to have Tina hinting that Ashley was only a phone call away and a possibility at any event. The air of mystery surrounding her apparent disappearance seemed to only be making people that much more interested in her. One of the local papers even offered a few dollars for information on the mysterious Ashley Bash as a reward. $25 was not much of an incentive for him and wouldn't help him at all with the rims. The total was closer to a grand needed for the spare rims, tires, gears for used ones. New was closer to four grand.

Motocross rims were built a little heavier as they took a pounding that would twist regular rims into pretzels at worst or out of shape at best. Hence the cost involved. The rear especially was important to stay as true as possible during a race. Not many knew that the rear wheel and its spin during air had to spin to control how the front landed. Too much and you landed on the rear too little and the front came down. If the front came down first you twisted the forks and or wheel.

Some of the more professional outfits even had shelves full of spare parts and carbs for the bike so that it could be tuned for conditions before each and every race. Even completely identical bikes setup differently. He had had to make due with tuning as best he could before each race on his own since his dad passed. His dad was a whiz at it which was why the 80 used to be good enough. The 250 had the power to overcome an off tune if necessary.

The 250 new and setup for for racing with the leathers and a sponsor name was worth over eight grand. Far more than the eight weeks of work he had done as Ashley. A sponsor name meant the world in motocross. Having a sponsor meant you were more than just the backwoods amateur. Some sponsors self advertised at meets with free drinks, foods, oils, or gas.

Gas was another thing. When racing it was important to use a good fuel oil mix. VP 110 or Redline 110 was some of the better ones and cost big bucks. He never got in first in any meets but his total points at least allowed him to cover some of the gas costs.

Money it all came down to money. Josh had looked at getting a part time job pumping gas or as a store clerk but most of those were either filled or wanted experience he didn't have. His work experience as Ashley could not be used for any other types of work either.

When Josh got home tonight his mother had left him a message stating that she was doing a late shift covering Tina. Apparently she was hosting an event at some club tonight and his mom was doing her makeup and wardrobe changes. He knew from personal experience that even though it looked like she never changed and only got a touch up it was far more detailed than that. People sometimes dropped or splashed stuff onto shoes, skirts, or tops. Nylons got runs or zippers and buttons popped off at the worst times. Tops got all sweat covered and sweat covered bras were not fun. A quick wipe down with a washcloth and fresh clean clothes with makeup redone and you were back out and dancing away inside of 5 minutes.

Event hosting was exhausting work. All that girlie dancing and moving took energy. His last appearance he had joked about dieting but in reality the diet was usually stuffing one self full of energy drinks and bars to last a full night. The following days were not always pretty either. More than once he had spent the following day in a girl's sleep shirt getting up often to go to the bathroom for minutes at a time followed by a heavy intake of water to prevent dehydration. There were times when a girl's sleepshirt were far more practical that pajamas, like when your in a tearing hurry to get onto the toilet for example. And panties were far more comfortable on a sore hurting bottom.

Josh sat in his bedroom, the computer was off as it held no interest, nothing was playing on tv that he wanted to watch. He wasn't hungry at all. He lay on his bed stretched out, hands behind his head. His thoughts were bugging him as they had for the last couple of days.

What made Ashley so convincing as a girl? That first week had been a whirlwind of activity but it wasn't that his mom had so totally trained him in every aspect of being a girl. She never trained him to dance like a girl. That bothered him. Ashley's mannerisms were more practice of not being well him than being a girl. "You walk like a guy. Look at me dear all girls learn how to walk from their mothers." and he learned how to not walk like a guy.

"You sound like a boy. How many girls do you know talk like that? Listen to the way I speak and try again" They had watched endless hours of movies taking apart the teen girls in each for the way they spoke and moved. Mom had said that girls talk the way they do because of their friends not just because their voice was a little higher. In truth it did not take him all that long, or much effort, to go up a tiny bit with his voice and make it flow. He had no better word for it. A girl's voice flowed like water where his normal voice was almost like biting the words.

But more than anything else it was that first time when his mom had glued the parts on him. He had looked into the mirror in her room devoid of body hair and it was a girl in the mirror. A girl whose breasts looked a different color than the rest of her true but one all the same. After she had used a dye on them and they looked a part of him everything they had practiced just seemed to come together. When his hair got the temp red dye and his mom got it all wavy looking it was no longer him in the mirror it was Ashley. A teenaged girl sitting on her mothers vanity stool in her bra and panties. A plain face with eyebrows a touch to thick true. Still Ashley was without question a girl.

Josh thought back to all the times he had been a girl. He hated it but did he really hate being a girl? Or was it just that he hated being tricked, forced, or guilt tripped into it? Would it be different if he chose to do so of his own free will?

Getting up off his bed he went to his computer and turned it on. Such thoughts were foolish he was a guy and guys don't try to dress up as a girl. Josh waited the five minutes with growing impatience as the screen came to life and all the numbers, letters, and pictures of a computer going through its boot sequenced passed by. As the screen finished it's boot up he sat in the chair and looked blankly at the screen not really seeing it.

"This is stupid! I'm gonna take a bath!" his computer was left on as he removed his clothes and left them laying on the floor. A young naked boy entered the bathroom and turned on the water to the tub. While waiting for it to fill Josh stood in front of the mirror he inspected every inch of his still smooth face. No new hairs had sprouted up except for a few in his eyebrows. He was fourteen years old and still had not begun to shave yet. He wondered why this did not bother him. It should bother him as some of the guys at school already had the beginnings of mustaches going. Was that part of what made him so convincing as a girl?

With the tub partly filled he stepped into it but not before adding some bath salts and a drop of oil. The warm water helped him to relax as he sat back and enjoyed the feel of the water. His one bruise from the weekend before had faded to a very small yellowish spot on his thigh. If you didn't know it was there you would never see it really. However his legs had begun to sprout hair again. Without thinking he lathered up with soap and used the razor left on the side of the tub and cleaned off the hair on his legs then his underarms. He rinsed and washed the rest of himself down. On the upper shelf of the tub surround was Ashley's special shampoo and conditioner.

He washed his hair with both as if it was a normal thing to do. The two products are what gave Ashley her redish hair. The coloring in the product left a tiny layer of residue behind that turned his dull brown hair into Ashley's red mane. As he got out after the final rinse he first patted his legs and face dry while the rest he rubbed down. His hair was patted dry as much as possible. If he rubbed it in any way the dye would come out. It was still very damp when he left the washroom.

He first went towards his own room but changed at the last second and walked to his mothers room still naked. As he got to the door with Ashley's stuff he stood there for a moment before opening the doors. His eyes immediately fell on Ashley's body parts sitting on their waxed molds.

"This is stupid!" He yelled at himself before he shut the doors on the closet and walked away. As he passed his mother's mirrored vanity his eyes fell on the rollers. He didn't know why but he plugged them in. He fully intended to walk away from the room completely even going as far to reach for the light switch and turn it off.

Ashley sat on the floor beside her mother's bed her face buried in her arms that were on the knees pulled up to her breasts. Her red hair cascading in waves down from her head fully dry and free of the rollers now back in the kit and unplugged. As she looked up from her knees the tears continued to roll down her cheek. She awkwardly moved up exposing her naked form should anyone have reason to look into the second story bedroom window of her mothers house they would see a girl with red hair. From her small but full breasts to the hidden slit of her vagina it was definatly and without question a girl. Her graceful glide to the kleenex box different from the sure footed stomp of an hour before. She used the tissue to blot her eyes and then blow her nose. Depositing the used tissue into the basket beside the bed almost filled all on its own.

The nightstand beside the bed contained a picture of her mother and father in all their wedding finery. A second picture of her father holding a tiny baby in his arms his face a wreck unlike any she had ever seen before. Another picture was of Josh beside the 80 grinning from ear to ear as his father held the small plaque of his very first medal. He hadn't won but the participation plague might as well have been a four foot gold trophy the way his father had been so proud.

If Ashley had reason to look into the top drawer of the nightstand she would have found a picture frame showing her few accomplishments as well. One of her with the small bit of cake dough, not shown on camera. Another catching her wild gyration on stage of her very first event hosting. She may not have noticed the small water stain of someone smearing across the glass.

With the tissue disposed Ashley left her mothers room via a quick face wash in the bathroom. While in the bathroom she also used some of her mothers scented body lotion. If she had been paying attention she would have noticed that the lotion left her skin feeling silky and soft. But she was determined to get dressed. As she got into her room she began to look for something clean to wear.

"I'm not a friggin girl! I don't need to wear girly clothes!" The sweet melodic soprano voice issued from her mouth as she searched and searched for something to wear. Everything seemed to wrong no matter how much she looked. The only thing she found that she could wear in her room was a clean pair of panties. Ashley got frustrated and returned to her mothers room stopping in front of the vanity mirror.

"I'm not a girl!" She shouted at the mirror. The closet doors clacked together as she searched for something to wear finding it almost immediately. The partial cincher that went under her breasts and compressed her upper waist in so that her normal boyish waist was hidden as the upper waist of a girl appeared. This was followed by a small bra that went on almost too easy.

A garter belt in black followed with the straps fed through the dark panties. Her mother had called the color black mauve. She attached the suspenders to a pair of silk white stockings. The top of the stockings had a tiny lace edge all in white with black satin bows on the back. The black satin flare skirt had just a hint of black lace along the outer inner edge that tickled her. The small white tube top covered her cincher and most of her breasts even though her cleavage was on full display. There was a small black satin jacket that matched the skirt but she did not see a reason to wear it.

She looked in the mirror at herself and didn't like the way the top looked so she searched the closet for another one. She found a white sleeveless top that would cover her bra straps The shoulders gathered at the bust line with a small red clip on each side while the top remained somewhat wide. Satisfied she put away the other top and slipped her feet into a pair of black ankle boots with a small two inch heel. From a drawer she extracted some jewelry.

Her earrings were gold colored hearts that matched her simple locket design gold necklace. Her wrists got silver bangles on the right and gold on the left. A small gold chain belt was put around her waist as well. From the corner was one of her purses. Inside she found an older but unexpired press pass from the studio. Her name was Ashley Greer, Greer being her mothers maiden name. This not being an official government document it was therefor not illegal that it bear a name different from her birth certificate. It was a bit of a legal gray area. Most took it at face value since her stage name was known quite well as Ashley Bash.

There was one incident during her second week where a guard wanted to see more id than her pass. Since her purse with her student id in the name of Joshua Appleton and the birth certificate was inside she had tried to get back in but the guard refused to let her pass. She had just grinned at him and walked away. Fifteen minutes later she was escorted by her mother and Alex up to the security guard who received a viscous tongue lashing for it. She had wanted to stay away but they had found her shooting plastic pigeons far too quickly. Then again the wild red hair, pink khaki skirt and tiny t top were rather loud. To make matters worse the teen boys that had crowded around her were from the highschool she went to now and as such she had been told far too much about how they had caught a glimpse of her panties as she leaned forward to shoot.

Getting up from the floor as gracefully as she could in her heeled boots Ashley closed the doors on the closet. The girl in the mirror was not quite Ashley Bash. Ashley the plain girl stared back. Ashley turned her head at the closet once more.

"No I don't need makeup!" She breathed out under her breath. Ashley turned to the mirror on her mothers vanity and saw the plain faced girl again.

zzzzzzz... huh... Gway!

No I don't have to write anything! I finished Beth's story that's all that matters.

Meh Belle is too long to write out right now I'm tired let me sleep.

Yeah right like anyone is remotely interested in Ashley!

Ashley was sitting in the living room her legs up against her breasts as she cried into her arms. The black jacket not to far away.

Her attempts at doing her own makeup were laughable. She could not seem to get the eyeliner on straight no matter how hard she tried and the mascara had smeared when she tried to wipe up the extra with her finger. She had seen her mother do her makeup and makeup on others often but there was tricks that she didn't know. Her face looked like a clown.

Her foundation was blotchy, thick in some areas and translucent in others. Her fingers were a mess from the foundation. Her lipstick looked awful as well, uneven and smeared over the sides of her lips. She had tried and tried and failed. She felt like such a total failure for something that seemed so simple before.

Ashley was sobbing away on the couch so she failed to hear her mother unlock the front door and step inside. She was about to call out Josh's name when she heard the unmistakable sound of a young girl crying. Putting down her purse as quietly as possible she moved out of the vestibule to peak into the living room wondering if Josh had in some way harmed a girl while she was out.

Mrs. Appleton looked around the living room and spotted the wavy red hair of the girl on the couch. While not the best hairstyle it was a hairstyle typical of young women these days. She ached to be able to share some of her hairstyling tips and tricks with a daughter of her own but as much as she loved Josh as Ashley he wasn't a girl. This girl however could use a few tips. She moved to hug the poor girl however as she came around she saw that the young girl was her daughter.

Ashley looked up from her knees to see her mother standing there with a slightly pale face and her mouth open as she tried to mouth a word. As her mother looked her over her face gain color back even going to a red as she got a big smile on her face. It was obvious her mother was trying very hard to not laugh.

"I look awful!" she waited before burying her head into her knees again.

Mrs. Appleton looked at her daughter who was in so much misery. She could not see her son even though she knew full well that this girl was her son. She was sitting down on the couch and hugging her daughter before she knew it. The girl switched from her knees to her mothers shoulder to openly weep. She had no idea what she was going to do. This had all started off as a temporary thing to help her out at the station. She had made her son passable as a girl for the short time and was so proud of her son for doing so. Somehow along the way her son became her daughter in so many ways. Her nights had been filled recently mourning over the loss of her daughter.

To come home and see Ashley weeping away all on her own without any pressure from her was a shock in more ways than she thought it should be. She knew that if this were to continue they would both need to seek counseling. She was torn. On one hand she loved her son with all of her being and did not want to lose him. On the other she also loved her daughter and didn't want to lose her either. She believed that it was selfish to want both out of her one child. Her brain told her that there was only her son and she should be happy with that. Her heart said differently.

"Lets get you cleaned up shall we?" She said softly. Ashley nodded into her shoulder. She was sure her blouse was stained with makeup.

Ashley's top was showing streaks of makeup as well as her mother's by the time they got her face cleaned and redone properly. Her mother showed her in the mirror as she made up her face asking her if she understood what she was doing. She had agreed and asked questions while her mother looked on with a smile that was heartfelt. Her mother would say little things such as 'my mother showed me this trick with a sponge' or 'I'm so proud of you'. They helped her feel better. She still wasn't sure she could redo her makeup like her mother had done but she had a better idea how to go about doing it. The closing the one eye trick was going to take practice though.

When they were done with the makeup, and a number of giggles that resulted in a few minor corrections, her mother did something she had never done before. Her mother removed her blouse, now stained from her early cry, right in front of her asking her to get out of the stained clothes as well. As Josh this would have never happened. She knew that she should be interested in her mother's figure. At least get excited at the view of her mothers breasts even if they were hidden by her bra. Strangely they did nothing for her. Her mother had her change her lingerie for delicate looking white panties and a bra that was more for show than actually support even if it did support her breasts. Her stockings and belt were replaced with purple knee high sock type stockings.

Ashley was surprised when her mother removed a plastic covered uniform from the closet. She had never seen this before which was strange as most of the clothes she had she was present when they were bought. She recognized the uniform as her mother pulled the plastic off of it. It was the same dull uniform that the girls at the privately owned and run Sister Margrette young ladies Academy. Without the jacket the uniform also looked like a typical catholic style girl's uniform. Just replace the tie with a cross tie and voila different uniform.

Her mother handed her the blouse after first taking it off the hanger and scrunching the bottom of the blouse in her fist. She thought it was strange but she put on the wrinkled blouse before she reached to put on the skirt her mother stopped her and handed her a white camisole that she was to put under the blouse she had already buttoned up. She removed the blouse and pulled on the camisole which was followed by a rather cheap looking plain nylon black half slip but she did as she was told.

Her mother made her put the skirt on first and then the blouse so that the blouse hung over the skirt and was not tucked in. It was strange as she looked in the mirror she looked like a school girl who had just come home from school. The blouse was open at the top few buttons. Her mother put away the jacket and the school tie back into the closet instead of making her put them both on. She did hand her a rather ugly pair of girls school shoes with almost no heel, a rounded closed toe, and single strap in brown.

"Mother what is going on?" she asked her as she was putting on a new clean blouse in pale yellow.

"That little..." she paused for a second as if she was counting in her head" Tina was rather insistent that Ashley make an appearance tonight. I told her that you were not available as you were in school but she was insistent." Her mother finished buttoning up her blouse and with her back turned to her loosened her pants to tuck in the blouse.

"I was not expecting to find my daughter so we have a little time yet. Alex has offered a small bonus for you to show up tonight. It should help cover those rims you wanted. I mean Josh you wanted. Oh..." Her mother was clearly having some trouble with her dual identity.

Still rims meant she could race and fly. "Uh mom you do know that I'm still your son right?" she asked.

"No your not!"She wailed surprising her causing her to step back. Her mother moved to the edge of the bed and sat down her belt still undone.

"Right now when I look at you all I see is my daughter Ashley. I know I shouldn't see that but it's what I see. It makes me feel horrible that I did this to you. I'm a terrible mother!"

Ashley moved to her mothers side much like her mother did for her not too long ago this very night. Her mother's face had tears running down it so she knew this was not some play or guilt trip. She hugged her mother from the side before handing her a tissue from the now empty Kleenex box.

"Don't wipe!" was all she said. This got a chuckle out of her mother.

"Smart ass!" her mother blotted her tears.

"I don't know what is going on. But" and she paused for a moment not believe she was going to say this"If you want maybe we could go shopping another day."

"Shopping?"

"Well if I'm to be your part time daughter I'm gonna need some clothes. I mean I don't really have much, at least not something I could wear to church or anything but..."

"Oh you little minx!" her mother laughed at her through her tears and crooked her hands into claws the intent to tickle clear.

"Don't you dare!" she said as she almost leapt off the bed laughing as she did so.

"Well my part time daughter. Are you ready to show up that little.." she cleared her throat" I mean Tina?"

"What's the plan?" Ashley asked as her mother finished doing up her belt.

"Well...."

Ashley still thought it was funny that her mother had a pink Ashley school bag in the car that Alex had put together for her. The woman's history workbook that was worn and looked used while being new was funny. It felt like she was cheating as she had a sheet with answers for half the workbook in her lap as she filled in answers on the drive to the club. Extreme Bash was hosting a dance at the club whose donations were going to some charity for young girls. She wasn't entirely sure of the name of the organization just that it was to help young girls.

Her makeup was understated looking more normal as was her hair that was pulled back with a small clip on one side. She did not look exactly like her normal self but she still was unquestionably a girl. The whole point was to not look like Ashley Bash but still look like a school girl who had already had a long day at school. Tomorrow was a half day at school for her while if she really did go to Sister Margrettes she would have really had a full day off school which just made it all the more confusing for her.

Some of her writing was a little rushed and not quite as neat as her usual before they pulled into the alley that was blocked off for staff. It was still a far cry neater than her Josh usual but still it would be passable at a first glance. She was sure some of the answers were wrong though. One of the books in her bag by a Jane something was one of the books she was supposed to read along with a rather large textbook on women's history. She had no idea about either as she had never heard of them before. Still she was supposed to play the part of a schoolgirl. She put her workbook into the bag as they pulled up and her mother took the answer sheet to put into her purse. The less evidence the better.

As they pulled to a stop her mother told her to look to her and she adjusted some of the hair on her head. When Ashley looked into the mirror somehow her mother made her hair look just a little off. As if it was rushed instead of the few minutes they actually spent playing with her hair to give it the teen girl casual but still nice look. With a sigh she opened the door and got out. The bouncer at the door was not one she recognized and she caught herself from playing the Ashley Bash primadonna drama queen girlie girl and switched to what she called her Ashley Greer sulk. She followed behind her mother almost shuffling her feet.

The side door to the hallway opened after her mom flashed her card. The bouncer gave her a sneer as she passed. The usual leer she got as Ashley Bash was absent. She felt insulted that she was still quite pretty if not as done up as usual. She then wondered why she felt insulted in the first place and shook her head as she plodded along after.

The door to the office where she would get changed was slightly open, enough to hear the screech of Tina demanding to know where Ashley was. Ashley sighed audibly as she followed her mother who stopped when she heard.

"You don't have to do this." her mother whispered to her. She just shook her head hitched the bag up on her shoulder and walked passed her mother banging open the door to the office. As she entered the office in her uniform she apparently cut off Tina in mid sentence. Tina's eyes opened up wide as she saw Ashley in her plain form. Ashley saw her eyes widen then almost squint as her mouth turned into a closed lip smile. She knew that if she didn't do something Tina would continue to act like a spoiled brat and boss her around.

With a small smile of her own quickly hidden she slung the bag off her shoulder and tossed it towards Tina who of course dropped the bag like it was diseased. She stomped forward as if she was pissed off.

"You can do my homework you bitch!" she said while only a few inches from Tina's face. Tina lost her smile and backed up in shock.

"No I .."

"Oh yes you will! You made such a bitchy fuss that m..Mrs. Appleton had to come and get me while I was busy getting into my homework that is due Monday." She picked the bag up off the floor and brusquely the zipper before yanking out the thick woman's history textbook.

"I need to have chapters 7-11 done for Monday or I will get a failing grade on it. Since you can't seem to do a simple dance off by yourself you WILL help me study these chapters!" The bitch act was tough and she really had no idea what she was talking about but it sounded good to her ears. Give her an oscar anyone!

"Ashley!"

"No m..Mrs. Appleton! This cow doesn't seem to understand.."

"ENOUGH! Young lady you will go sit over there!"

"But.."

"Now!"

"Yes maam." she sulked over to the indicated couch after picking up her bag. She sat down in a huff but still taking care to smooth her skirt and keep her knees together. Alex and her mother got into a bit of an argument she was sure was staged beforehand. This left Tina floundering as she was supposed to be the star but was ignored. A much subdued Tina slowly made her way over to where Ashley was sitting trying to read a book she had no idea what any of it was about. She made it look like she was ignoring everyone when she actually wasn't.

Tina sat beside Ashley gently as she flipped the page like she knew what she was studying. She had skimmed through the page so she had an idea what it was about but that was it. If she was left to read about some woman in the mid 1800's and her role in women's shoes for any more time she would probably fall asleep. She was therefore glad when Tina interrupted her.

"Uh sorry." she said in a very low voice.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry for dragging you away from your studing. It's just that that other weekend and that crowd. It.... scared me I think." she said more to the floor than Ashley. Ashley closed the book she wasn't really reading anyways and put it into her lap. Her very male self saw that this was a girl in distress and he would help her even if he didn't really want to.

"Fine! But you owe me." she said as she got up.

"Oh Ashley! Thank you thank you thank you." She said as she hugged Ashley while jumping up and down on the balls of her feet.

"Now let's get your outfit on and get your mom to get your makeup done!" Tina said so fast that Ashley didn't quite catch it all.

The show was a huge success as Ashley Bash in her khaki pink skirt and Tina Extrema danced away beside the live band on opposite sides of the stage like go go girls. Videos of the live performance not caught on video tape were uploaded to youtube even before the first hour of the show was recorded. By the end of the night the total collected for the Wayward Girls Orphanage fund exceeded the goal of $8000 by another three thousand. Both girls were very tired as they left. Ashley in her school uniform again and Tina in her simple t shirt and jeans.

All Ashley wanted to when she got home was crawl into bed but her mother made her take a bath before bed washing off the makeup and her body. She did wash the top part of her head but was too tired to wash the lower part enough. As such she didn't notice that the lower part of her hair was still red giving her the opposite look she normally had. Instead of her hair looking completely natural brown it would look almost dyed brown on the top of her head while the ends retained the her red.

Ashley was laying on her bed ready to fall asleep when her mother entered the room.

"Ashley where did you put the release solution?"

"I never touched it so it's wherever you left it." A very tired Ashley responded.

"Oh dear.." The comment from her mother roused her enough to open both eyes.

"Mom...." Josh said in his voice.

"I think I might have it at work." she admitted sheepishly.

Look I don't need write anything!

I don't care if your starved, tough.

Now lets see which tab did I have open for....

WHAT IS THIS? All my bloody tabs are add story...

Josh tried his best to act normal. However it was tough since she was still in Ashley mode. She had to concentrate hard too not walk with a sway, let alone with her legs spread. For something so darn simple it shouldn't be so tough but it somehow was. He did this almost everyday of the week and yet here she was walking down the school hallway where the absence of the familiar movement between her legs and the slight bounce of her breasts make her think of herself as a girl.

Her breasts were tightly bound down with some foam padding, some medical tape, and further hidden with a bulky hoodie. If they were silicone breasts instead of the foam and gel that she had this would have been near impossible to accomplish. As it was her mother was concerned that her breasts would not resume their normal shape afterwards.

As far as he was concerned they could be shapeless lumps after this. Waking up as Ashley and peeing all over the floor, and himself, was less than fun. She had had to have a quick bath that morning careful to not get her long hair wet as it would have taken far too much time to dry and then style. Besides she had washed it the night before. Her only mistake was putting on some talcum powder when she got out. Her mother's scented talcum powder.

Josh had to make himself think of himself as his normal male self. He was sure that everyone could see the constant fight to remain male. It was like there was a switch in her head that switched back and forth between male and female. One second he was his normal male self and yet the next step she was back to thinking of herself as female.

As he walked into his classroom he had to fight to not hold her books in front of her breasts like the other girls. Sitting down with his legs spread wide open like normal felt wrong on a deep level that he could not put a name too. His few friends, of course, sat around him with one or two greetings. Men did not greet each other like girls did. Normally the other girls would hug or chat for a second or two when greeting. Guys just said hi or bye if they said anything at all. Usually it was just a nod and that was that. He had to fight to not get up to hug his friends.

The morning had been tough as she had gotten dressed in a daze in her lingerie, some of which she still wore, and had put on the school uniform blouse and skirt hanging in her room. Apparently she had two such uniforms. The school tie was left loose and the blazer had felt strange and she made her way into the kitchen. At first her mother had not noticed his attire. It was only when she pointed out he should get changed that he had realized his mistake.

Her mother had helped her to bind down the breasts on his chest. It felt uncomfortable to say the least. His mother had assured her that if her breasts were real they would be quite painful. It was also his mother that pointed out that he had not washed her hair sufficiently enough and that he should make sure to keep it tucked away down his shirt. She assured her mother this shouldn't be a problem as he usually kept it that way at school.

At roll call she had almost forgotten to answer to his name. The teacher had had to ask twice and he had gotten out a 'here' but she had said it with her voice at first clearing his throat causing everyone to laugh at him. He had apologized in his voice but it was almost like he had to strain her voice to do it.

This constant duality was trying on him. She had never had had such a problem keep the different sides of him separate as only Ashley was a girl when needed. Having her parts on at school was causing far more problems than he thought it would be.

By the time his second class rolled around he was getting better at keeping his Ashley side at bay. It required a bit more of his attention span than he had expected. As he walked down the hallways to his next class he looked around at the faces of other kids his age and wondered just how many, if any, of them had a similar problem. Not because of them playing a part such as he did, but because some of them were those trans people. The experience was giving him a new insight into those who had this battle on a daily basis.

If it required this much concentration for him to remain in his normal mode just how much did it require of them? He could at least get home and change out of his parts and it would be so much easier for him but what of those people who couldn't? What surprised him more was that he had never given it much though before. It was strange as people should see this but everyone was completely oblivious to it. Still he was glad it was only a half day at school.

So lost in his thoughts was Joshua that he completely failed to notice a commotion at the far end of the hallway as he stepped into his class.

Tandy cussed and swore at the traffic as she tried to get to her son's school. It seemed that traffic was just being stupid.

She had gone into work as soon as she could get there. She was still a little surprised by finding her daughter at home last night, a bit with bad makeup which was still better than her own first try so long ago. Still she hadn't needed to try get her son to be her, she had done it all on her own. She loved her son with all her heart but still having a daughter to share her experiences with was different. She had gotten that special feeling last night when she was showing Ashley how to do makeup.

She remembered that feeling well. The first time was a long time ago when she was watching her much older cousin doing her makeup for a date. Tandy had been maybe ten at the time while Betty had been almost seventeen. She just watched fascinated as she worked at it. She was trying a new technique on her face that turned out really well. Betty looked different but it wasn't that. It was the feeling of joy she got from watching Betty learn the art.

Perhaps it was that incident that had gotten her so fascinated with makeup and its effects on peoples faces. She had tutored people in college and helped in the theater but, while she did get some of that special feeling it wasn't quite the same.

Last night she had the full feeling watching Ashley watch her put on her makeup. Before Josh had watched but not like this. She could feel her learning.

"Asshole! Use your stupid turn signals!"

This morning at work she had gone to fetch the solvent first thing. It was in the bag she had left at work which contained her "Kit". What surprised her was that the place was unusually quiet as she came out. Usually Jed or Brad, the camera guys, would make joke passes at her. This morning they were silent.

She should have known something was up as Alex approached with a sheepish look on his face.

"Tandy, I'm afraid we might have a problem. Tina signed out the van this morning done up as Tina Extrema." He had said.

" Yeah so? " she didn't get the problem the twit had done this before. The girl would cover some park event or something. It was unusual that she hadn't had her to do the makeup though.

" I think she is going after Ashley." His words dropped like a bomb on her. She was surprised she didn't faint at the time.

How the twit had figured out that Ashley was her daughter was beyond her. What is worse is that the only child she had listed was Josh and his school.

Alex was busy calling in a favor from his cousin who was headmistress at Sister Margrette's. The plan sounded sound however this blasted traffic was pissing her off. Still she had time to get there as Alex had convinced Buddy to take the long route. If he did they should arrive just before the school broke for lunch. She wouldn't have much time at this rate. Having to go home for a few pieces and Josh's locker combination didn't help.

Josh was trying hard to listen to his friends talk about their latest exploits in THE World of Warcraft. He had played it a few times but his mother was rather insistent that he not play games for long periods of time. Wow, as it was called shortened, was a game that took massive amounts of time to get anywhere. Even on the pirate servers that his friend John was currently explaining. It was a good thing this was the last class of the day and their teacher was just letting everyone chat. When it got too loud Mr. Arms would use a thick wooden rod and slap the desk. He had never used it on any student. Desks however were a different story.

It got ones attention really well. Nobody slept in Mr. Arms class. He was a good teacher if a bit old. Geometry was his passion, the rest of the mathematics he wasn't so fond of but he did have some neat tricks that sunk in on even the densest person.

Josh had tried to not speak to much. He just grunted or nodded for the most part. He had found that he had trouble speaking properly today. Speaking monotone was not really an option as it made her sound fake, like a girl trying to sound like a guy, yet to speak normally his voice would go all musical even if she was trying hard to talk in his normal tone.

Even little things like smiling, which one takes for granted, was different. It was like his face muscles were all wrong. Still he knew that there was very little time left and he could go home, and when his mom got home, remove Ashley's parts from his body. He longed for the time when he could be herself. She turned and looked at one of the other girl's in her class and wondered how she would look in that outfit. Catching himself again he turned around to pay more attention to John.

Josh's back was to the door of the classroom, listening to John talk about his latest worgen palladin's something or another when she felt a vibration in her backpack. She hadn't even realized that she had pulled it up. Normally Josh didn't carry a phone. Only Ashley did, something her mother had panicked about when she first came out. He wasn't suppose to use it, however it was vibrating so he discretely pulled out the pink phone without letting anyone see it. On the screen, after unlocking it, he saw a simple text from his mom.

"Just go with it. I'll explain later."

He was so busying looking down in his bag away from the door that he didn't see as Tina Extrema made her grand entrance into his classroom. He only turned around when he felt his hair being pulled out of his oversized hoody.

She knew without looking that her red curls were now on display for all to see. Still she turned around ready to scratch out their eyes with her fingernails and stopped with her mouth gaped open staring at a Tina not a foot away.

Tina reached over and pulled out the front of her hoodie giving Tina a clear view down the front of her hoodie. She knew what Tina saw. A girls breasts bound up. That plus her rather flat crotch, even though her knees had closed of their own accord, didn't help her picture any. Looking into Tina's eyes she knew..

"Hi Ashley!" She said in a simple low tone voice with a smug grin on her face.

Ashley struggled to come up with an explanation from her suddenly empty brain.

"Ashley Dawn Appleton Greer! What are you doing dressed up like your brother, and where in pray tell is he?" Her mother called out rather loudly from just back at the classroom door. Peering around Tina she saw her mother wink at her just a little.

"Mother! I can explain..." It was the only choice.

Ashley was standing in just her panties and bra while her mother was being rather overly happy with her idea for Ashley's costume.

"No! I have a perfectly good costume in my room!" Indeed since the fallout of Ashley's exposure as Joshua's twin sister at school three weeks ago he had lots and lots of help from 'friends' getting his costume ready. The costume started off as a generic plastic Ironman costume available at most retail outlets. Since then, with friends help all wanting to get a glimpse of Ashley, the costume had been modified and built up. The hands didn't just have a white spot painted on but LED lighting behind them, the chest reactor was now the original round one and not the triangle one. It had taken them a bit to get it looking like a real one via plans from the internet.

The plan was simple Josh was going to go to the costume dance as himself in an ironman costume. Simple right.

"Ashley you know that this event is for charity. Now put on this slip so we can put on the petticoat."

"I'll look like a daddy's girl!"

"Exactly!"

"Mother!"

The weeks since the excapade at the school had been trying for Josh. While he enjoyed the attention he got from people who were sure he was not Ashley but her brother, there was a major downside to it as well. This also meant that Ashley Greer had to be scene going to and from school. The way this was accomplished was that Ashley would show up on weekends at the Sister Margrette's and attend classes on Saturday. Ashley was now listed as a part time student. Basically she would do most of her classes from home during the week and attend school on Saturday's.

Nobody really thought this was strange since there was many girls that did this. Add in Ashley's fame and it was kind of understandable that she was a busy girl. Indeed she or rather he was. Having a double course load of schooling to take, even with his mom's help, took alot out of him. They were only keeping this up for as long as Ashley had to be around.

Alex was working on trying to get Ashley to fade away behind the scenes but Extreme Bash was turning out to be quite popular. Indeed the ratings on the show, as well as sponsors signing up for the right to display the girls, were lining up for the tween sensation. Tina and Ashley had already modeled a few Asian dresses for a local clothing store that quickly sold out of the outfits the girls had modeled on the one Extreme Bash show.

As far as his school was concerned Joshua was active, very active in the motocross scene. Indeed he had missed school a few days to attend meets. In reality it was those days that Ashley was around for the show. Alex, Tanya and Josh all knew nobody could keep up such a pace. Josh desperatly wanted to end his times as Ashley and yet...

"Oh come on sweetie. It's not that bad. See the blouse and skirt fit you perfectly!"

Ashley turned to the mirror in her mothers room and looked at herself in the mirror. Her waist was compressed by a new and tighter cincher to give her a smaller waist. She wore a white blouse whose short sleeves were puffy looking. The regular lapels didn't show that much as the blouse buttoned up right to the neck. Strangely the neckline didn't choke her like the boy's dress shirt did.

The blouse was tucked into a pink poodle skirt, with her trademark picture imprinted on it on one side, that fit her like a glove at the waist and made her waist look even smaller than it really was. On the bed was a 50's era style sweater, in pink, that would go over the blouse.

"But I wanted to be Ironman for Halloween!"

"That's nice dear. However, as you know full well, Joshua is going to be with the sponsers for his next meet so he can't be in two places as once." How they found a guy that looks a lot like him, abit with a deeper voice, was beyond her. All it took was a sweet Ashley ask and cheek kiss and 'Joshua' was seen around at various meets with sponsors. The guy couldn't ride worth crap though. Josh so wanted to be out flying or even clunking around in his costume.

"Here Ashley sit down on the bed and put on these socks."

"Bobby socks with pompom's? Really?"

"Yep! Aren't they so cute?"

"Whatever." Ashley sighed as it was apparent she wasn't getting out of this.

Ashley knew that the girls at her school, and at his school as well, were going in variations of Ashley and Tina costumes or thereabouts. Some were going as princess versions, others as comic book characters but with Ashley or Tina hints to them. Really it was kind of over the top. Everyone wanted to go as they thought either of them would dress up as for Halloween.

In point of fact Tina, with her blonde hair, was going as Olivia Newton John's character Sandy at the the end of Grease. While Ashley got to go as the typical girly girl of the 1950's with the whole Daddy's girl look. Her red hair with it's mass of curls as held behind her head with a white overly large hair clip. Unlike it's usual semi dark shine this time it was more lustrous. Mostly because this was her hair's real color now. The temp color to return it to normal as Josh was washed out.

Her mother had done that simply because of the amount of time she was spending as a girl lately. The temp dye wasn't that good for the way people were now rubbing her hair or feeling it. Where as Josh his hair was almost always hidden and never touched.

In a way it was depressing at just how much more of a girl she looked lately. The constant wear of the old cincher had changed her shape slightly. So much so that as a boy she had the beginnings of feminine looking hips. Her mother told her she was exaggerating when she mentioned this during one of their mother daughter outings.

Since the exposure of Ashley she and her mother had been going out to malls to do some shopping for more regular girl's wear. This prompted quite a few signings of autographs. While her mother was in heaven having a daughter to dote on she was of mixed feelings. Being her mother's daughter part time was nice in a way but she still preferred to be male most of the time.

The local paper had run a small history of Ashley, courtesy of some of Alex's friends, and one she had to memorize. It was like Ashley was a real person. There was pictures, god knows where they came from, of her as a little girl in Christmas pageants and gymnastics. Worse yet there was people claiming they had gone to school with her in elementary before her parents had pulled her out of public school. There was even a picture of a grown up Ashley in a pretty dress in blue sitting on her father's knee beside her mother while Joshua was standing in the background as a family portrait downstairs.

"Here Ashley let me touch up that black around your eye."

The black star around her eye was a recent addition. With the exposure of 'Ashley the schoolgirl', and there were far to many pictures floating around of her in her school uniform, it was decided that her previous look was not that much different from her now normal daytime makeup. Thus they introduced this new eight pointed start, in black, around her eye. There was four long points going straight up and down and across her nose and four smaller ones diagonal.

Of course the fans absolutely loved it. Many girls had been told to wash off the makeup at school when they tried to copy it. Even Tina hated it at first, but as soon as the fans loved it, adopted a look of her own. Tina now sported a red fox over her own eye. And yep the fans loved it.

"Oh I'm so proud of how my daughter looks tonight!" her mother had tears in her eyes.

"Mother!"

"You have made me the happiest mother around Ashley. I can't thank you enough for that. But..." and here she paused as her face went to a more serious look" I will find a way for you to be you again Josh."

"I know mom." she said with love. Strangely she still had a really hard time lately doing her Josh voice as a girl.

She knew she wasn't a girl. Yet when she was a girl it was like she was the best girl she could be. Where it came from neither she nor her new therapist could answer that yet. Her mother had thought it best to bring her to a therapist after she had dressed as a girl on her own accord. At first the therapist was all gung ho for her to go on hormone medication and the whole trans thing. It had taken more than a few sessions to get her to realize that it was the wrong course to take.

Her therapist still believed that Ashley was more of a real personification of who she was than Josh was but was currently thinking that she needed time to come to this realization herself. Personally she thought she was a quack. He was a boy and nothing would ever change that. Being Ashley was only a temporary thing. Her mother was looking for a new therapist.

She grabbed her sweater and put it on like her mother had shown her earlier. Only the top button of the sweater was done up while the rest was left open. She didn't even put her arms into the sleeves. Really the whole look when she looked in the mirror reminded her of her grandma.

"Grab your purse Ashley it's time to go."

"Yes mother"

"Oh don't be a spoils sport. You'll have fun sweetie trust me it's only for a few hours."

"OH No! Not the few again!"

"Okay four hours tops."

"You know how I feel about the 'few' thing! Ashley was only supposed to be around for a few days. Look at me!" Ashley spread her arms to emphasize her point.

"Sorry honey it... got out of hand."

"You think!"

"I'll make it up..."

"Yeah right! Like you made it up to me by letting some smuck ride my new bike around as me..."

"Honey I explained that already. Boys are not looked at as closely as girls. It was easier to find someone to pose as Josh than someone to be you. Face it Ashley. Your unique as a girl."

"Fine! Let's get to this farce of a dance."

One of the more recent additions to the house was a small garage that was attached to it, still not quite finished. Alex had gotten some woodworking show to donate most of the work on the garage as part of their program. Ashley had to make an appearance of course, in a pair of denim jeans and a colorfully painted 'old paint stained' t shirt that put her cleavage on display. More than a few of the younger guys had hammered their hands during the shoot of the garage going up.

The smell of the new wood still permeated the garage as they locked up the house and got into the Focus. The shoot and garage had all been done over a weekend. They had come by during the week and poured the cement pad and driveway to the house. She had no idea what the cost was but she was told it was covered. Serving the boys pizza, even if it was take out placed into paper plates, had felt so demeaning. For the camera Ashley was seen sawing wood with a guy patiently showing her how. In reality she knew full well how to saw a board and the ass had fast hands.

Still it was a place she could enter the car and leave the house with out any of the paparazzi people exposing her outfit before she showed up at the dance. The dance was really a fundraiser for the local Canadian Legion, where it was held. The Canadian Legion are places were veterans go for meals mostly but it was also a bingo hall and a school of sorts for those veterans looking for ways to renter general population.

The best way to think of them as a whole was a place devoted to WWII Veterans and their history of that time. At least that was the way she thought of them. Her mother had already volunteered her to spend a few weekends, in her school uniform after classes, selling poppys at a local grocery store.

In this case, the legion happened to be only three blocks from her house so the drive was short. A side entrance via a blocked off area that was actually on a neighboring food supply property, was where they were going. As the car approached they saw that the street was already packed. And that people were recognizing the car as some came up and tried to look in. Thankfully the dark of the night combined with street lights made that impossible.

Ashley turned to her mom as a though occured to her.

"Can I get my own car?"

Shaken and shocked at how totally out of left field the question came Tandy turned to look at her daughter, a daughter she was seeing her own counselor for.

"What?"

"Well a focus isn't your typical uh person of fame car you know."

"Yes..."

"And I was thinking that it might be a good idea for me to get my own car..."

"When your sixteen we will discuss this."

"But mother.."

"Don't 'but mother' me young lady. I was a young girl once too that wont work on me. The answer is not till your sixteen and that's final."

The dance was in full swing when Ashley walked into the side entrance. The swish of the petticoat under her skirt was driving her mad. With every movement she knew she was a girl, the petticoat didn't let her think of herself in any other way.

Usually when she walked in to a dance she was all hip swinging ready to dance or host a show. Today she was almost shy in the way she moved. She didn't understand it, it was almost like the simple act of dressing more like a daddy's girl had changed the way she was and that was just not possible.

The hallway past the kitchen was really not that long, and yet it seemed to take forever for her to pass down it. All along the hallway was cables duct taped to the floor. If she had been wearing her regular heels she would have surely stumbled over one of them as they were not neatly done.

Even walking with the pom pom socks that gently tickled her feet let her know she was a girl. She knew she wasn't totally dressed as a fifties girl, mostly because her mother couldn't find the right bra in her size. She almost dreaded what the boys would have done if her breasts were in a conical shape. In a way she was glad as the thought of squeezing her breasts into such a garment would have probably been painful.

Ashley paused in her walk to the makeshift stage up ahead. Her breasts were not real! Why did she suddenly think it would be painful as if they were? It was just a lump of gel, foam and silicone. Same as her vagi gaff. And yet a part of her had assumed they were a real part of her. Perhaps she had been dressing as a girl far to much lately. She resolved to spend a few days as herself on her bike doing some laps, getting filthy and overall having fun.

The sudden longing to be flying overcame her and brought her to the edge of tears as she stood in the hallway till her mother came up behind her.

"Ashley is everything alright sweetie?" her mother asked from behind her. Turning around with her trademark smile on her face she beamed at her mother in hopes of covering up her internal turmoil.

"Just fine mummie!"

Her mother crouched down a bit to her height and put her hands on her shoulders.

"Are you sure your alright?"from the concern in her mothers eyes she knew she hadn't fooled her mother for a second.

"I... just need some Josh time after this." she said quietly. Well as quietly as she could with a loud band playing in the background.

"I understand."

"Really?" she asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"Well no. Not really understand but I can understand the need to get away and be yourself once and awhile."

"Uh..." she wasn't sure she understood that last one.

"Ready to put your best on for the crowd?" her mother asked one last time.

And she was. Ashley Bash stepped out of the hallway on a straight line for the stage in her fifties costume and the crowd of teens recognized her and her costume instantly. Tina was already on stage in her all black costume of tight black pants with two inch heels, a wide open neckline top with a lapel running along the edge of the wide deep V. Her blond hair was up in a mass of curls. The top wasn't an exact match for the Sandy look from Grease having no sleeves at all. But was fairly close.

As she looked over the crowd while stepping up the one step onto the stage she saw many different costumes. There was Sailor Moons, Black Widows, Pepper Potts, Harry Potters aka Hermine Granger outfits for girls, a couple she was sure were from the Twilight movies. Even one in a dress very much like what Jodie Foster wore in the Maverick Movie. All the girls wore either her star or Tina's fox. As she looked over the crowd she was sure that one or two of the girls were actually boys from her school.

There was princesses galore, cosplay anime characters, even one dressed as Ranma from Ranma 1/2 with half his hair done in Red while the other was black with one boob under his red Asian top. There was at least one Ironman which made her pang for her Ironman outfit at home. Two Thor's, a green lantern, Captain America and a set of kids done up as the fantastic four.

Really the small hall was actually quite packed. On the stage where she was, was a group of local musicians signing and playing fifties style music, much of it remixed to bring it to a modern age. The group of girls were something of a local cover band that had some fame lately. The one girl, called Sailor D, was a prodigy on a guitar. She acked to actually interview this group but, like any other reporter, she had no success in getting one. The group seemed to just appear and disappear. Indeed as Ashley looked on the girl with the pink guitar that glowed as she played had her eyes closed. You could tell the girl was lost to the music completely. Then again so was a few other members of the band.

The only one of the band that seemed more with it was the one belting out vocals. She was doing pretty good, especially when you consider that the songs she was singing were originally done by men. The rest of the band was doing fairly well however it was Sailor D that seemed to be leading them all on.

As soon as Ashley got up on the stage and faced the crowd a chant of "Ashley" went up to greet her causing her to blush. She gave a little finger wave to the crowd. She stepped up to the old fashioned square microphone. It took a minute or two before Sailor D realized she should stop which caused more than a few giggles.

"Thank you all for coming. Our little fundraiser for the Royal Canadian Legion is to help raise funds for our honored veterans." she blushed again for some reason before Tina took over explaining a little more about the history of the legion.

Usually they stayed on the stage instead of mingling with the crowd. However this crowd seemed a little more behaved and well she wanted to dance. Tina stood on the stage as Ashley stepped down and put her hand into the one veteran that had held out his hand to dance with her. The crowd gave her and the older gentleman dressed in his old uniform, probably from the Vietnam days, a wide open space on the floor. The Sailor Stars started up by playing Rock around the Clock. It was a fast tune and it took her concentration to follow the old man who seemed to know this song really well.

Her skirt flew up more than once but thankfully never exposing much. As she was dancing other couples joined in. Tina danced with another veteran, a younger one this time, and winked at her as she danced by. She even saw her mother come by once while she danced.

With the precedent set Ashley spent the rest of the night on the floor dancing away and overall enjoying herself. She never lacked for dance partners, indeed it was actually hard for her to stop dancing enough to get some punch.

Not all of the songs were oldies from the fifties. There was quite a few eighties songs. The Sailor Stars were really good overall and switched playing out only once to take a break. During that time they mingled a little with Tina while Ashley was dancing with one of the Thor's again.

The Thor in question was really a football captain from her, well his school. Mitchel Edwards was a local all star. He played on many of the school and local community teams even if he made it quite clear he was looking for a non athletic future. Most of the girls considered him the catch to land. Ashley had never really noticed but Mitchel was really well muscled. He usually hid them under hoodies similar to what Josh normally wore.

Inevitably, like most dances, a slow song came on. Mitchel was of course dancing with her as it changed. He pulled her in close for the dance. As he did so she felt safe in his arms. She didn't know why this was as she should be totally repulsed. As the dance went on she relaxed more and more and even put her head onto his shoulder.

By the end of the song she was so relaxed she almost felt comfortable enough to fall asleep where she was. Her eyes were closed as the song ended. She felt him gently, ever so gently, raise her head just a little and before she knew it she was being kissed. His warm lips felt so good on her lips.

Ashley's eyes flew open just as he finished kissing her. She raised her hands to her lips as the shock of what happened hit her.

"What have you done?" She cried into the sudden silence of the room.

"Well I gave you a kiss for being such a pretty dance partner as thanks." he said after a bit of squirming.

"Oh My God!" she cried before she had to run from the room past her startled mother. Ashley did not notice that tears were running down her face.

Mitchel was left standing in the middle of the room with quite a few people staring at him.

"What did I do?" he asked into the silence left by the girl he had just kissed.

With a shrug her mother followed her fast moving daughter past a very puzzled looking Alex who had just walked in the side door looking for all the while like a greaser.

In truth Alex had come trying to look like the Fonzy from Happy Days, a favorite program of his from years ago. What he did not expect to see was a daddy's girl from the fifties run past bawling her eyes out. It was only when he saw Tandy Appleton following behind the girl with a shrug for him that he realized that the girl was in fact Ashley. Tandy still looked so good to his eyes. But she was not available for another year.

When he turned around to watch the two he realized that he had not thought of Ashley as anything but a girl for some time. Shaking his head he wondered if he should maybe see a therapist.

Ashley was waiting by the focus unable to stop the tears from flowing as her mother caught up with her. At first Ashley just hugged herself before she turned and barreled into her mothers arms.

"Take me home." She said while buried into her mother's breasts.

Her mother hugged her daughter and looked back at the dance and then her watch. It was getting close to ten, past time for the usual hosting Ashley had done thus far. Still the dance was not over and it was a Friday night.

"Are you sure you don't want.." Tandy started to ask Ashley.

"NO! I just wanna go home. Please."

Her mother just nodded even though she couldn't see it.

The drive home was not long. Ashley couldn't quite seem to stop her sniffling. She knew her face was a mess but she really didn't care. As soon as the Focus had parked in the garage she quickly got out of the car and rushed inside up to her room. Once in her room she flopped down on her bed and bawled her eyes out.

Tandy followed her not too long after. If Ashley had looked up from her blanket she would have seen her mother stand in the doorway torn between comforting her daughter or son. Tandy knew in her heart that at that very moment the bawling girl was clearly her daughter. A daughter that should be her son but all she was a heart broken girl. Unable to make a decision she sat down beside her daughter and petted her hair.

After all no matter what this was her child. A child she loved with her whole heart.