Hi. My name is Peter Carter. And, my girlfriend, Sara, has returned after a year in Germany, and it brings Becka back into our lives. Before she went to Germany, we were very close. And, in the two years that she’s been back our souls have become completely intertwined again. This is the story of how thing became very interesting for Sara, Becka, and me.

It was a Sunday, and my family was at a pavilion at a local park. We were having a going away party for my brother, Richard, who is leaving at the end of the week for the U.S. Military Academy at West Point. I’ll really miss him. Being the youngest of two boys, I’ve always been the brunt of his jokes. But, I’ll still miss all of that. Everyone is here at the party, all of our family that could be here, all his friends from high school, most of the neighbors. Even the Colonel’s family.

The Colonel’s family. They’d lived two doors down the street from us for as long as I can remember, and his youngest daughter, Sara, and I had grown up together. We were both fifteen, soon to be sixteen. Even though, we went to separate schools, she Catholic schools and me public schools, we were close. Very close. They had just returned, a few days ago, from a one year deployment to Germany. And, knowing that they’d be back in a year, they had rented out their house to another military family for the time they’d be gone.

Sara and I had exchanged emails daily the whole time she was gone. Not to mention a ton of text messages. And, now they were back in the same house. We lived just outside the Washington Beltway in Virginia where a lot of military families live, and most work at local military installations, or at the Pentagon.

My dad is a Captain in the Navy. When he’d graduated from Anapolis he’d gone right to the Pentagon, and has risen in rank fairly rapidly. I’m not sure what he and the Colonel do. I only know that my dad carries a smart phone that can only be turned on when his iris is scanned. And, that there has been times when he gets a call, and he is quickly out the door. And, a couple of times I’ve heard him say White House.

The Colonel also works at the Pentagon, and my dad is the Colonel’s boss. I know it sounds funny, a Navy guy being the boss over an Army guy. But, a Colonel in the Army is actually the same rank as a Captain in the Navy. And, my dad has held his rank six months longer then the Colonel has been a Colonel. And, whatever department they work for at the Pentagon, it’s made up of members of all the armed services, and is headed by a Rear Admiral.

Yes. Both Sara and I are military brats.

My family, mom, dad, Richard, and me, had been so busy, both getting ready for Richard to leave and the party, that I hadn’t had time to go and see Sara. We had talked on the phone, but that was it. Hopefully we’d have time at the party to talk.

The party was fun, but none of my friends, what there was of them, were here, so I was getting bored. Also, all of Sara’s time was being taken up by some of the other girls that were there, so all we were able to do was say a quick hello. When she’d left for Germany she had been pretty, but in that year she had become beautiful. At least in the eyes of this teenaged boy.

This is a big park, with lots of hiking trails, and interesting spots. It wasn’t far from home, so I’ve been here a lot, and know it well. So, I figured that I’d take a walk just to think, and get some exercise. As I started walking down one of my favorite trails, I sensed someone behind me. But, this was a busy park, so I thought nothing of it. That was until I heard a sweet voice, which I hadn’t heard, except on the phone, in a year, say, “Peter. Wait for me.”

I stopped in my tracks, turned around, saw Sara, and smiled. She was wearing a very cute shorts outfit, which showed off her long legs. And, she had breasts. She’d had breasts before she’d left, but now she really had breasts. It’s a teenaged boy thing.

She ran up to me and we hugged. As we hugged, she whispered, “I really missed you.”

And, I whispered, “I really missed you too.”

“I just had to get away from all the questions.”

“Questions?”

“Yeah. They want to know all about Germany. Lets walk.”

As we walked down the wide trail, she took hold my arm. No one has ever done that before. We walked in silence for a while, then I asked, “So. How was Germany?”

“Not you too? It was all right.”, she said, “But, I missed all my friends here.”

“You made new ones. Didn’t you?”

“Sure. But, there’s nothing like the friends that you’ve grown up with.”

“So, I figure that you learned German?”

“Ja. Sehr gut.”

I just looked at her. Then she said, “Sorry. Yes. Very well.”

“Figured you would. In Mandarin, I would have known what you said.”

“Mandarin! You’ve learned Mandarin?”

“Yeah. Only one year of it, so far. My dad thought it would be good.”

“Your dad is still trying to get you to go to Annapolis. Isn’t he?”

“Yeah. He’s not really happy about Richard going to West Point. But, he’ll live with it. I really don’t want to go to any of them.”

“I didn’t think so.”

We’d just come across one of the wooden park benches, on the trail, that overlooked a small pond, and Sara said, “Lets sit.”

“Tired already?”

“No silly. I just want to sit, be alone, and talk.”

“We can walk and talk.”

“Peter! You haven’t changed. Sometimes you can still be just so impossible.”

“Did you think I’d change?”

“I’d hoped you wouldn’t. Now sit.”

I grinned at her, and we sat on the bench. Sara can go from being very shy to being very confident. We sat there in silence for a minute. She wasn’t looking at me, and in a shy way asked, “Peter. Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.”, I replied.

“But, you’re cute. And, I figured that you’d have a couple.”

“Heck no. I’ve gone to a couple of school things with a girl, but no real girlfriend. Besides, I’m a geek, not a jock. And, I never found anyone that I cared for.”

“Yeah. But, you’re a cute geek.”

“I bet you had a lot of boyfriends in Germany?”

“Yeah right. With the Colonel, and being in an all girl’s Catholic school. The boys were afraid to come near me. Like you, I did a couple of school things and that was it. And, if you think the nuns are tough here. They’re nothing compared to the nuns in Germany.

“I’m just happy to be home. I really missed everyone here.”

“You know. I was afraid that I’d never see you again. That your dad would end up permanently stationed in Germany, and you guys would just stay there.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It really had me depressed.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault that your father wanted his family with him.”

“I know. And, do you know that there was one friend that I especially missed?”

“Who?”

Again, not looking at me and in her, cute, shy way, she all most whispered, “Becka.”
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I just sat there. I hadn’t heard that name in a year.

She then looked at me, hugged me, pulled back a little, and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Then she quickly looked away. This was the first time a girl had kissed me. Finally she whispered, “Sorry.”

I asked, “Why?”

“I don’t know. I just wanted you to be my fist kiss. And, I’m not that forward.”

“Your first kiss? I don’t believe it.”

“It’s true. I wanted it to be with someone special.”

“And, you are forward. You’ve always gone after what you wanted.”

Then she looked at me, and said, “I have. Haven’t I?”

I didn’t get a chance to answer, as she kissed me again. It wasn’t a quick kiss, it was one that felt very nice. I guess as nice as it could be for two fifteen-year-olds kissing for the first time. After she broke the kiss, she looked at me, smiled, and said, “That was nice.”

“It was.”, I said, “And, that was my second kiss from a girl.”

I could hear a little jealousy in her voice, as she said, “Who was the first!?”

“You. Just a few seconds ago.”

Then with a sly smile, she said, “I need to do that more.”

“What? Kiss me.”

“That. And, something else we used to do.”

She took a finger and removed a little of her lipstick from my lips. Then pulled out her lipstick tube, fixed her lipstick, and with her sly grin, she asked, “Want me to do yours?”

“I missed doing that too, and we only did that a few times before you left. But, not here.“

“Chicken.”

I stood up, offered her my hand, and said, “Come on.”

She took my hand, stood, and we continued down the trail hand in hand. It was a loop trail, and I knew that it would eventually take us back to where the party was. But, I didn’t want to get back too soon. So, it was a slow walk.

After a little while, I asked, “Who did you miss more, me or Becka?”

“Becka is a lot of fun. But, I missed you the most.”. she replied.

“So, it was fun playing dress up with me?”

“You know it was. Except that time my mom caught us.”

“That scared the crap out of me.”

“Me too. But, after she said, ‘Just don’t let the Colonel catch you.’ I knew that she really didn’t care.”

“Yeah. That surprised me.”

“Mom’s very liberal in her thinking. She even upsets the Colonel sometimes.”

“Upset the Colonel. That must be interesting.”

“In our house, she’s the boss. Did you ever do anything with Becka while I was gone?”

“No. . . . Not really. . . . It was hard. . . . Really hard, but I didn’t. I thought a lot about it. I also thought a lot about you. But, I also figured that it wouldn’t be any fun without you.”

“You’re sweet.”

“You started it all. And, you’ve made it fun. How old were we?”

“Maybe eleven or twelve. It was fun. Wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. It was.”

As we got closer to where the party was, she stopped me, looked at me with those magic green eyes of hers, and gave me another kiss. Then as she was wiping her lipstick from my lips, she grinned, and said, “I could get used to that.”

“What?”, I asked.

“Kissing you.”

I kissed her again, broke the kiss, and said, “Me too.”

And, for the third time, she wiped her lipstick off of my lips. And, as she did, she said, “You know. I really did miss you.”

“I missed you too, Sara. More than you’ll ever know.”

We walked back to the party, still holding hands. The first person to see us was her mother. We dropped the hand holding like it was a hot potato. And, as her mother walked up to us, she said, “Hello Peter. It’s good to see you again.”

“Good seeing you again too, Mrs. Monroe.”, I replied, “A year is too long. And, I’m glad you made it back for Richard’s party.”

“We wouldn’t have missed the party. And, yes, a year is a long time. I see that you and my daughter have gotten reacquainted.”

“Yes ma’am. We missed each other.”

With a big smile, she said, “I can tell.”

“Ma’am?”

“Well, first I saw Sara run down the trail after you. Then, later you were holding hands as you came off the trail. . . . And, you’d better wipe her lipstick off your face before anyone else, especially her father, sees it.”

Sara looked at me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me behind some trees. She carefully wiped the lipstick off, and said, “I guess we need to be a little more careful.”

“I bet the Colonel would ground you if he knew.”, I said with a grin.

“You’d better believe it. Mom may be all right with it, but daddy wouldn’t be happy.”

Then as we walked back to the party, her mother intercepted us again, and said, “I want to talk to the two of you later when there aren’t so many people around.”

Sara and I looked at each other, and said together, “Yes ma’am.”

The party lasted about another hour. After everyone else had left, we were cleaning up, and it was just, my mother, Sara’s mother, Sara, and me. As Sara and I were putting the last trash bags in the dumpster, I noticed that her mother and mine were talking. And, I said to Sara, “I think we’re in trouble.”

“What do you mean?”, she asked.

“Our mothers are having a talk.”

“So, they talk all the time. Even while we were in Germany.”

Just then, my mother called out, “Are you two done?”

“We just finished.”, I replied.

“Good. Come on over here.”

Sara and I looked at each other, and I whispered, “Told you so.”

We walked over to our mothers, and mine said, “Sit down. We need to have a talk.”

Sara and I just sat down, next to each other, on the opposite side of a picnic table from our mothers. Sara’s mother started with, “You two are only fifteen. I know, that before we went to Germany, even though you were fourteen, you two were close, and I thought it was cute. I also figured that when we got back that you’d also be close. But, from what I saw, with you two holding hands and the lipstick on Peter’s face, it might be too close for being so young. But, I know you two have always enjoyed doing things together.

“And, as Peter’s mother reminded me, absence supposedly makes the heart grow fonder. And, it appears that it does. I know that Sara was really unhappy about being away for a year. She kept telling me that she just missed all of her friends, but from what I’ve seen, I think it was one certain friend.

“I want the two of you to promise us that you will keep your options open.”

Sara asked, “Our options?”

“Yes honey. Other boys for you. And, other girls for Peter.”

“Mom! I just like Peter a lot. He’s a great friend.”

“Honey. I’ve seen the two of you together a lot. From the time you were very young. And, it’s like you are always on the same page. You loved doing the same things. I knew when we were in Germany that you weren’t interested in any of the boys there. That you were always day dreaming. And, I think it was about Peter.”

I looked at Sara, and I saw tears in her eyes, as she said, “Mommy. I’m sorry. And, I know I’m very young. It’s just that Peter is special. He’s fun to do things with. To talk with. He’s smart, funny, and a wonderful person.”

“Honey. Don’t cry. You’ve found someone that you like very much. I just don’t want you making important decisions until you’re more mature. When you know what other people are like.”

“Peter.”, my mother said, “And, the same goes for you. While the Monroe’s were gone, you moped around. Lately you have gone out with other girls, and I know you didn’t see anything in them. Maybe you see the same things in Sara that she sees in you. But, like Mrs. Monroe said, you are too young.”

“And, young lady.”, Sara’s mother said, “How do you think your father would react if he knew how you two felt about each other at fifteen?”

Sara’s eyes got big, as she stammered, “Ah . . . Ah . . . I don’t know. Maybe boarding school.”

“Maybe? I’d guarantee it. And, at the least he’d forbid you two from seeing each other. Now, Peter’s mother and I have talked. And, we trust you two. But, you are not to keep any secrets from us. And, I mean any. And, when you are of age, we’ll stand behind you no matter what decision you make. Sara. Peter. Do you understand us?”

Sara said, “Yes ma’am.”

I said, “Yes. Mrs. Monroe.”

My mother then looked at me, then at Sara, and then back at me. And, asked, “Do you have any secrets from us now?”

I just shook my head no.

“Peter. Are you sure?”

“Yes ma’am.”, I replied.

My mother looked at Sara’s mother, and said, “Already a lie.”

“Mother!”

“What about Becka?”

I looked at her in shock, buried my face in my hands, and thought, ‘Oh God. She knows about Becka.’

Then I looked at Sara, and she was just looking at my mother.

Then Sara asked, “Mrs. Carter. You know about Becka?”

“Yes honey. I do.”, my mother said, “That first time your mother caught Peter dressed as a girl, we had a talk. At first we though it was just childish play, and it would be a one time thing. But, then it continued, and it appeared that you were both having fun with it.”

“Mom.”, Sara asked her mother, “You knew about the other times?”

“Yes honey.”, her mother replied, “I did. You two didn’t hide it very well. I even saw Peter when you first tried makeup on him. And, I hate to say this, but with the wig and makeup on, he looked nice.”

Then my mother said, “Sara. Your mother and I talked about what she was seeing. That it appeared that Peter really liked dressing as a girl. I even had a talk with Peter’s Aunt Dorothy, my sister. She’s a psychologist. She told me all about what Peter was experiencing. It’s called cross-dressing. Dressing up as the opposite sex. She said that there are all kinds of cross-dressers, from those who do it in complete secrecy, to those who live full time as the opposite sex.

“She also told me that most, if not all, cross-dressers can’t stop. It’s something that’s in their makeup. Some try to stop, but go back to it.”

All I could do was look at my mother. But, Sara asked, “So . . . So . . . Peter’s a cross-dresser?”

“Yes honey. He is.”

Sara looked at me, and it was my turn to have tears in my eyes. She said, “Peter. Please don’t cry.”

“I can’t help it.”, I said, “I don’t want to be a freak.”

And, as she said, “You’re not a freak! You just like girls’ clothes. And, you can’t help yourself. I’m . . . I’m so sorry that I started all of this.”, Sara started crying,

I reached over, took Sara’s hand in mine, and said, “Sara. If I hadn’t wanted to do it, I don’t think I would have let you do it to me. All I remember is how much fun we had with it. So, please don’t cry. You just wanted to have fun, and had no idea.”

“It was fun. Seeing you as a girl. Seeing how you looked in girls’ clothes, and with makeup on. You actually looked like a girl close to my own age, since there aren’t any in the neighborhood.”

“Honey.”, Sara’s mother asked her, “You really like Peter dressed up as a girl. Don’t you?”

She just nodded yes.

Then my mother asked me, “Peter. Are you still doing this?”

“I haven’t.”, I replied, “Since Sara was gone.”

“Why not?”

“I thought about it a lot. Actually wanted to do it. But, without Sara it wouldn’t have been any fun. She had real fun with it, and it made me feel good doing it.”

“So, you still want to do it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to be a girl?”

“No mom. I just like being able to look like a girl. It’s fun and feels good.”

“You’re not gay. Are you?”

“No mom. I’m not. I know some guys that are. But, I’m not.”

“Both Sara’s mother and I know that you aren’t going to stop. We could forbid you seeing each other. But, it wouldn’t solve anything. Peter would continue wanting to dress, and Sara would want to help him. And, the two of you would want to see each other, and do it behind our backs. We feel that it would just make things worse. It would make you hate us. So, rather than try and force you to stop, we’ve decided to support you.”

“Support me?”

“Yes. Your Aunt Dorothy told me that since it’s not going to go away, the best thing to do is to support you. We could ignore you, and just let what happens, happen. But, that could be very bad for you and Sara. And, that’s the last think any of us wants.

“So, if you want to dress up as a girl, and since your brother is going to school out of town and your father is at work a lot. I want you to feel free to dress how you want to. And, Sara’s mother agrees with me that if Sara wants to be part of it she’s welcome.”

“Mom.”, I said, “You’re kidding me?”

“No honey. We feel that if we let you dress at home, it will be safer. But, no going out.”

“No way would I go out.”

“Your Aunt Dorothy says that a lot of cross-dressers feel a need to go out and be accepted.”

“No way. I’m happy with just Sara knowing. And, now you guys.”

“Also, I’d be sure that neither your father, or Sara’s father, finds out.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t want to go through that. Do you think I could talk to Aunt Dorothy?”

“Of course honey. I think she’ll be happy to talk with you. And, even Sara if she wants to.”

“Now.”, Sara’s mother said to her, “Care to tell us how this all started?”

“I guess.”, Sara replied as she looked at me.

“Go on.”, I said, “You remember it better than I do,”

 

 

 

Sara and I had been talking to ours mothers about where Becka had come from. And, her mother had asked her to tell the story . . .

Sara started with, “Even before Peter and I were born, you two had been friends. From the time we were babies, you took turns watching us when the other one had things to do. And, since we were only a few weeks apart, when we were old enough you let us play together. Besides there aren’t any other kids in the neighborhood our age. We tried to play games that where neither a boy’s game or a girls. And, we did pretty well. When we were old enough we also rode bikes together. Went to the park. You guys were always taking us places, swimming, the zoo, and stuff like that. We had fun together.

“I’ve always felt very close to Peter. Like there was something special between us. Like, when I was nine and grandpa Richards died. He was there for me, and I’ve been there for him. It’s like we sense things about each other. He knew something was wrong even before I told him that we were going to Germany for a year.

“I think it was when we were eleven. It was really raining, he was over at our house, and we couldn’t go outside and play. You were working on something, and didn’t want us interrupting you. So, you had us to go play in the basement rec room. I got to thinking of the stuff we had stored in the storeroom in the basement. Then I got the idea to play dress up. And, we did.

“Peter and I went digging through boxes in the storeroom. And, we found some of dad’s stuff, some of your stuff, and some of Linda’s and my stuff. Right off we knew dad’s stuff would be way too big on him. And, we figured that maybe we couldn’t play dress up. But, then I said how about dressing you like a girl. At first Peter said no way. But, after a little while, and a little begging, he said he’d try it.

“We went digging. And, found panties, a girl’s T-shirt, a nice skirt and top, and a pair of Linda’s shoes that we though might fit him. He went into the downstairs bathroom, undressed, and put on the panties and T-shirt. When he came back out, he commented on how nice and soft everything felt.

“We put the skirt and top on him, and then the shoes. I looked at him, and the clothes looked cute on him. So, we kind of played at girl’s things for a while, and we had fun. He got into it and seemed comfortable with it. And, I just started calling him Rebecca or Becka for short.

“He didn’t look much like a girl. And, I decided that it was his short hair. We did it off and on over the next few months whenever we were stuck in the house. Then one time we were digging through the boxes, and along with a cute shorts outfit and running shoes, and we found a blond wig. It was a shag cut, and I think it was from one of Linda’s Halloween costumes. I talked him into trying it on, and it made a real difference. With his bright blue eyes, the wig helped him look like a girl.

“Then whenever we were stuck in the house, and could, we’d dress Peter up and play as two girls. Then sometime later, maybe only a few months before we went to Germany, I had him try a bra with some light padding and some makeup. And, with the wig, there was a cute girl.

“That’s about where it ended because we went to Germany.”

“That time I caught you.”, Sara’s mother said, “Must have been one of the first times you did this. He was dressed in a skirt and blouse. No wig. I figured that you were just having fun, and when I told Peter’s mother about it, she agreed with me.

“I knew that you did it some more, but figured it was harmless play. But, I kept Peter’s mother in the loop.

“Then, just before we were leaving for Germany I happened to see you again. And, when I first saw Peter, I thought he was a girl. You didn’t see me, so I watched for a while. And, it was like two girls learning to use makeup. I told Peter’s mother about this and she told me what his aunt had told her. And, I understood.”

“Mother.”, Sara said, “You shouldn’t have been spying on us.”

“And, you, young lady, shouldn’t have been doing things behind my back!”

“Sorry.”

“At least you know that we know. And, how we feel about it.”

My mother, as she got up from the table, said to Sara’s mother, “Mary. I hear there’s an Eagle’s nest by the little pond. Let’s leave these two alone for a little while, and see if we can find it?”

As Sara’s mother got up, she said, “Sounds good, Jean. I need to walk.” Then she looked at us, smiled, and said, “We’ll be back in a little bit.”

As they walked away, I said to Sara, “Wow. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Me either.”, Sara replied.

“I was kind of expecting the birds and bees talk,”

“I got that while I was in Germany.”

“Oh. Why?”

“Remember. My family is really a strict Catholic family. No birth control and stuff like that.”

“Oh.”

Then we sat there in silence for a while, until Sara asked me, “Why do I like you when you’re dressed like a girl and like to help you do it?”

“I don’t really know.”, I replied, “Do you like me when I’m not?”

She looked at me, smiled, and in her cute, shy way said, “Yes. Very much.”

“In the same way>”

“Yes. It’s because you are the same person dressing in a different way. A way that makes them happy. And, because I like the person, it makes me happy too.”

“And, you like to help?”

“Yeah. That’s actually a lot of fun. Helping you learn things. Like my mother said, when we were playing with makeup, it was like two girls learning to use makeup. I wish we could have continued.”

“You can still teach me.”

“You want me to?”

“Sure. It would be fun.”

“You going to talk to your aunt?”

“I think.”

“Would you mind it we did it together?”

“No. It might help both of us. And, you feel something special between us. Maybe like a brother and sister thing?”

“No. I can’t explain it. Maybe your aunt can.”

“You know. I’ve felt like there was something between us too.”

She looked at me, smiled, and said, “I know.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t know how. I just do.”

The week following the party was still crazy. We drove Richard to West Point. This place is impressive, but not for me. The following week Sara and I did some things together. We went to a movie, went bowling, and spent time swimming at a local lake. Neither of us could drive yet, you have to be sixteen years and three months old to get a Virginia driver’s license, so we had to rely on our mothers to take us places. Or, we rode our bikes. I had my learners permit, but could only drive when there was adult with me.

On Thursday, we were at the lake, soaking up some sun, and Sara asked, “When do you want me to teach you how to do makeup?”

“Any time.”

“You tell me.”

“Okay. How about tomorrow. It’s supposed to rain.”

She smiled, “I like rainy days. It’ll be good to see Becka again.”

“You really miss her?”

“Yeah. Do you?”

“Yeah. I wanted to dress, and it was hard not doing it.”

“You should have just done it.”

“No. Like I told our moms, it’s no fun without you.”

“You’re sweet.”

I got my cell phone, called my mother, then after the ususal hellos, I said, “It’s supposed to rain tomorrow. Do you think Sara could come over?”

“Sure honey.”, my mother said.

“She wants to teach Becka how to use makeup.”

“Oh . . . Ah . . . Becka . . . Yeah. . . . Sure. That should be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes honey. I’m sorry. It just surprised me a little.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I did tell you that you could.”

After I hung up, I chuckled a bit, and told Sara what my mother had said. Sara then asked, “Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Sure.”, I replied, “I think it just surprised her a little. And, my dad left today for some kind of retreat and won’t be back until late Sunday. So, it’s just mom and me.”

The weatherman was right. It was raining when I got up Friday morning. Later my mother said that she had called Sara’s mother and invited her and Sara for lunch. And, when they arrived, Sara had me help her bring some bags in from the car.

During lunch, I said, “Mom. This sounds so weird. But, were can Sara and I do . . . well . . . “

My mother and Sara’s mother were grinning. Then my mother said. “Honey. Don’t be nervous. Mrs. Monroe and I know what you want to do. Where would you like to do it?”

I looked at Sara, and she said, “Some place with a mirror would be nice, so he could watch.”

“Well when Peter’s father and I got our new bedroom set, we moved our old set to the spare bedroom. And, there’s a vanity. So, I guess you can use that.”

“Thanks Mrs. Carter.”

“Just leave the door open.”

“Leave the door open?”, I asked.

“Go on. And, just behave yourselves.”

“Mother!”

Sara grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward where we’d left the bags. We grabbed the bags and headed to the spare room, which was at the far end of the house. It was basically a duplicate of my mom and dad’s room. And even had an attached bathroom. We did leave the door open.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I am a boy, a teenaged boy, and I like girls. But, I also have a lot of respect for Sara. Would I like to do things with her? Yes. And, that may happen at some point. But, not until we’re both ready. But, controlling the urge can be a problem.

Sara dumped the contents of the bags on the bed, and I said, “That’s a bunch of stuff.”

“Sure.”, she replied, “The biggest problem is, you’ve grown over the past year. And, I’m not sure what’s going to fit you.”

She started sorting through things. A small pile of panties. A couple of bras. Three or four pairs shorts. A few tops. Some short socks. Two pairs of girls’ running shoes. The wig. And, a box that she set on the vanity.

“This would have been easier at your house?”, I said.

“Maybe. But, this will still be fun.”, she said with a cute smile.

Then, she did something that she hadn’t done since my brother’s party. She kissed me. Not a long kiss, but a nice one. Then, after we’d broken the kiss, she said, “I was right.”

“Right about what?”, I asked.

“That I needed to do that more.”

“Now.”, she continued, “I figured we’d keep the clothes simple, and spend the time on the makeup. Take the panties, go in the bathroom, strip, and see if you can find a pair that fits.”

Doing as I was told, I picked up the panties, and headed to the bathroom. I stripped, and looked at the panties. I finally picked up a pink pair that had some stretch to them. Slipped them up my legs, and they were too small. Next I tried a pair of pale green ones. Not much stretch, but they fit. I’d almost forgotten how nice panties felt. But, I had a minor problem. I had started to get an erection.

Being a geek, and after the talk in the park, I’d done some net surfing and found a lot of information on cross-dressing. Some of it was gross, but some was informative. I had learned what tucking was, and I had tried it with my tighty whities, and it had worked. So, I tried it with the panties, and it worked better than it had with my tighty whities.

There was a soft knock on the door, and Sara asked, “Have you found one that fits?”

“Yeah.”, I replied.

I walked back into the bedroom. Sara looked at me, and said, “That took long enough.”

“Sorry. But, I had to take care of something.”

She studied my face for a minute, and ended up frowning a little. So, I asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Your eyebrows.”, she replied.

“What’s wrong with my eyebrows?”

“They’re a mess.”

“A mess?”

“Yes. If we’re going to do your makeup, we need to work on them.”

“Work on them how. How?”

“Just clean them up.”

“No. Boys don’t do that. And, what will people think.”

“Peter. No one will notice.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“How much cleaning?”

“Just neaten them, and remove some of the stray hairs.”

“Okay. I guess. Just don’t go overboard.”

She had me sit at the vanity, and she went to work. It hurt, and I started getting worried that she was doing too much. Just as I was going to tell her to stop, she stopped, and said, “There. That’s better. Take a look.”

I looked in the mirror, and really couldn’t see any difference. Sara asked, “See anything different?”

“No. Not really.”, I said.

“All I did was remove some hairs from the bottom, so that they were even. Pulled some of the longer ones. And, removed some between your eyebrows. Besides, you’re a blond, and your eyebrows are very light.”

We spent rainy days with her teaching me makeup, then one day I asked her how she’d learned makeup so well. She grinned, and said, “Spend a year at an all girl’s school, and it’s one of the things that you did to pass the time when you weren’t in class. The nuns didn’t like it, but we did it anyway.”

Over the following weeks Sara taught me the finer points of makeup. How to use an eyebrow pencil. How to measure where my eyebrow should start and end, and where the arch should be. How to use eye shadow. How to use a lip liner and lipstick. Of course every day we did this I was Becka. Now don’t get me wrong. This wasn’t an everyday thing. It was a rainy day thing. There were days that Sara did things with her girlfriends. And, there were days that we did other things together. Riding our bikes to the park, swimming, and stuff like that. Makeup lessons usually happened on rainy days.

And, with her teaching, I actually got good at doing it. One day my mother happened to see us, and she was surprised how I looked. She said, “Peter. You look wonderful. Sara really does a good job with your makeup.”

“Mom.”, I said, “It’s Becka. And, I did my own make up with her only making suggestions.”

“Well. Becka. You did a lovely job on your makeup.”

On one of those rainy days, Sara asked me to come over to her house. When I got there, she told me, “Mom and I were talking about you, really Becka, and I told her that you’d gotten good at doing your own makeup. Then she asked me if I though you would mind if she saw the finished product. And, I told her that I’d ask. So, I’m asking?”

I told her, “No problem.”

She smiled, then said, “I also may have found one of Linda’s old formals that might fit you. So, do you want to go for the whole formal look?”

I didn’t have to answer. My smile told her my answer. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up to her room. She had everything laid out on her bed. Panty, bra, panty hose, the dress, a pretty black formal, and something I’d never seen before. I picked the item, and asked, “What’s this?”

“It’s a waist cincher.”, Sara replied.

“What’s it for?”

“So, the dress will fit better.”

“But, I’m skinny.”

“But, you don’t have a waist. The dress is form fitting. And, this will give you a waist.”

I went into the bathroom, and changed into the panties. Since I knew how to tuck, every time I was Becka I had a smooth front. Then I found out what a waist cincher is. Sara had me step into it, and pull it up to my waist. There were laces at the back of it that she tightened. And, I felt my insides being squeezed. Finally she tied the laces, and said, “There. Now you’ve got a waist.”

“Yeah. But, I can’t breath.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

I just frowned at her.

I put on a bra, and added little padding. Walked over to her vanity, sat, and did my makeup, and put on the wig. Sara was smiling, and said, “I just love watching you do that. You’ve really learned.”

“I had a good teacher.”, I said.

Then Sara helped me into the dress, and as she zipped it up, it was still a little tight. But, she got the zipper up. She stood back, and said, “You look good it that dress.”

I looked in the mirror, and she was right. There was a girl standing there.

Then Sara asked, “Can I have mom take a look?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Sara ran out of the room, and was back in a few minutes with her mom. Her mom saw me, and said, “Peter! You do look good in that dress.”

“Really?”, I asked.

“Yes you really do. I’m amazed. Could I take a couple pictures?”

“I guess. But, why?”

“I just want to be able to look at them.”

“Will anyone else see them?”

“Not unless you tell me they can. Like maybe your mother.”

“My mom would be fine.”

“You know. A pair of heels with that dress, might look really good.

“Sara. Look in Linda’s closet, and see if you can find something that might go good with the dress. And, I’ll be right back.”

Both Sara and her mom left me. Sara was back first with a pair of black heels, she set them on the floor, and held my hand as I tried to put my foot into them. They were tight, but I finally got them on. I felt really unstable, like I was going to fall, and wouldn’t let go of Sara.

Mrs. Monroe was back fairly quickly, and took a number of pictures. She even posed me in various ways. But, I was always near something to hold on to.

When she was done, I couldn’t get the heels off fast enough. They were really hurting my feet. Sara said, “What’s the matter. Don’t like the heels?”

“I liked the heels, but they were too tight. And, were hurting my feet.”

One morning at breakfast, after my dad had left, my mother asked, “Your Aunt Dorothy is coming over on Saturday. Do you still want to talk to her?”

“Sure.”, I said, “The more I know about me. The better.”

“Do you think Sara still wants to talk to her?”

“I don’t know. But, I’ll ask.”

That Saturday, my dad was at one of his weekend retreats, and my Aunt Dorothy was at our house around ten in the morning. She and I sat on the patio and just talked for about two hours. I won’t go into details, because I can’t remember most of the questions she asked. But, we talked about a lot of things, from my liking to dress like a girl, to the relationship that Sara and I have, to school, to my plans for the future, and so on.

Then she asked me to call Sara to come over. I did as she asked. And, she and Sara talked for a good hour. Then, she talked to both Sara and me together for another hour. And, when we were done, she asked Sara to have her mother come over and join us, and for me to ask my mother to also join us.

While we were waiting for Sara’s mother, Sara and I talked about what my Aunt Dorothy had talked to us about, but nothing made much sense to us.

When everyone was together. We moved into the den. Aunt Dorothy first told us that after our short talk and not doing in-depth testing, that as she had expected I was transgendered. And, in my case I was a cross-dresser. I wasn’t interested in being a woman, only looking like one. And, I was interested in doing it properly and well. That I was heterosexual, and was not at all interested in boys sexually.

Then she said that the relationship between Sara and I was very unusual for non-twins. She had seen it between twins, but never between children from two different couples. That it was like we could see into each other's minds and know what each other was feeling. She was going to do more research on it, and talk to experts on the subject. Of which there aren’t many.

We did hear back from Aunt Dorothy a few weeks later. She told us that she’d researched the interaction that Sara and I have, and there was nothing in the literature. And, that the colleagues that she talked to about us had never heard of it either, but would really like to study us. Both Sara and I didn’t want to be research subjects. But, we’d be happy to talk to her some more.

 

 

 

We’ve found out that I’m a cross-dresser, and that both of our mothers understand it and instead of trying to stop it, are supporting me. Also, we’ve found out some interesting things about Sara and me. Anyway, on with my story . . .

This past school year was really good for Sara and me. We were both Juniors, and both did very well. So, in the fall, when we go back to school, we will be Seniors. And, I now had my drivers license, so Sara and I could do things on our own, and we did.

I haven’t said much about Sara’s older sister Linda. She’s about six years older than Sara, and had graduated from college this year. And, this summer she was getting married. It’s always a big deal getting married, but this is a really big deal. You see, her husband-to-be graduated from West Point last year, and he was a big man on campus being a Regimental Commander. And, they’ve planned a full military wedding at one of the West Point chapels. A really big wedding. A maid of honor, seven bride’s maids, a flower girl, a ring bearers, and the Arch of Sabers Ceremony.

Of course Sara is all excited about this, not only because it’s her sister getting married, but she was also one of the bride’s maids. And, with our family being close friends with the bride’s family, we were going.

Two weeks before the wedding, which was on a Saturday, I had planned to sleep in. But, there was a knock on my bedroom door, and I heard my mother say, “Honey. Are you awake?”

“No.”, I answered.

I heard my door open, and my mother say, “Honey. I’m sorry. But, would you get dressed, and come to the kitchen.”

“Why?”

As she closed the door, she said, “Just come to the kitchen and you’ll see.”

I rolled over, looked at my clock, and it was only nine. I hit the bathroom, tossed on a pair of shorts, and a T-shirt. And, started toward the kitchen. As I got closer, I heard voices. Then as I walked into the kitchen there sat Sara, her sister Linda, my mother, Sara’s mother, and a girl that I didn’t know. Everyone seemed a little unhappy, but Linda looked very sad.

I looked at Sara, and said, “Hi.”

“Hi yourself.”, Sara replied.

“So, what’s up?”

“Sit down.”, my mother said, “And, we’ll tell you.”

I pulled out a chair and sat next to Sara. And, just looked at everyone. No one said a word. Finally I asked, “All right. Will someone tell me what’s going on?”

Sara looked at me, and said, “First this is Vicki. She’s Linda’s maid of honor. And, Vicki this is Peter.”

Vicki and I exchanged greetings. Then it went quiet again until I said, “Will someone please tell me why I’m sitting here?”

“Peter.”, Sara said, “Linda has a problem with the wedding and your name came up as a possible way to solve it.”

“A problem? And, I can solve it.”

“Yeah. The wedding is in two weeks, and one of the bride’s maids can’t be there.”

“And, why did my name come up?”

“Well. Linda hasn’t been able to find a replacement on such short notice. And, . . . “

“No!”

“Please hear us out?”

“No.”

I went to get up, Linda looked at me, and the tears were streaming down her cheeks. Not a good thing for soft hearted me. I sat back down, looked at Linda, and asked, “What does this have to do with me?”

“Sorry Peter.”, Sara’s mother said, “But, we were talking about our options last night, and I asked Sara about Becka. Linda asked who Becka was. Sara tried to change the subject, but Linda wouldn’t let her, and we finally ended up telling her. And, . . . showing her the pictures.”

“The pictures?”, I asked.

“Don’t you remember, the pictures that I took of you the time you wore the formal?”

I got a knot in my stomach. That time, we were at Sara’s and she had me all dolled up, and in a formal gown that her mother had want to see me in. And, when she did, she talked me into letting her take some pictures. I had a sinking feeling they had just come back to haunt me.

“Yeah.”, I answered.

“Well I got them out last night and we looked at them. And, Linda couldn’t believe that it was you.”

“Wait.”, I said, “These two know about me?”

I just buried my face in my hands, and said, “Oh God.”

I felt Sara’s hand touch my leg, then Linda said, “Peter. Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with us. We were just trying to solve this, and you’re my last hope. We’ve ruled out everything else, like dropping one of the Groomsmen. If you’d do this, I’d be eternally grateful.”

I looked up at Vicki, and asked, “What about you?”

“Peter.”, she said, “I’d do anything for Linda. And, those pictures of you were amazing. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Who all would have to know about this?”

“Probably just the girls.”, Sara’s mother said.

“Maybe the hairdresser.”, Linda added.

Sara then said, “And, maybe the seamstress if we have to alter the dress.”

Then I said, “Stop. This is getting to be too much. I’ll be in front of a lot of people and someone’s going to know.”

“Honey.”, Sara said, “They won’t. Your hair will be perfect, your makeup will be perfect, and the dress will be perfect. Besides everyone will be looking at Linda.”

I’d caught a strange look from Sara’s mother when Sara had said, ‘Honey.’

Then I asked, “What about dad. Won’t he expect me to be there? And, Sara’s dad?”

“Yes.”, my mother said, “they would. But, I think that Sara’s mother and I can handle them.”

“Won’t be a problem.”, Sara’s mother said, “He’d do anything for his girls.”

I sat there with all five of them looking at me. Then as I got up, I said, “I’ve got to think about this.”, I grabbed Sara’s hand, walked with her out to the patio, and we sat on the big swing.

“Why didn’t you warn me about this?”, I asked her.

“I didn’t know until this morning that they were going to ask you.”, she said, “And, I tried to, but your cell phone was off.”

We sat there quietly for a few minutes, then Sara said, “You always love it when I get all dressed up for a school dance. Now, you could find out what it’s like.”

“Yeah. You’re really sexy when you get dressed up. But, I don’t think I can pull it off. And, what if I have to talk?”

“Just don’t talk.”

“You know that won’t work. How many girls do you know that don’t talk?”

“You’re right. Maybe talk softly.”

“Maybe.”

“We can work on it.”

“How about acting like a girl?”

“Actually, you do amazingly well when you’re Becka. You’ve learned by watching me. We can watch others and see how they act.”

“Won’t I have to dance?”

“Probably. We can work on that too.”

“I’ve never been out of the house. And, don’t know if I want to go out. People will see me as a guy dressed like a girl.”

“Honey. No they won’t. Haven’t I told you that you look really good? I wouldn’t lie to you. It’s the truth. When you dress as Becka, with makeup and all, you really do look like a cute girl.”

“You really want me to do this. Don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Well . . . You love to dress as a girl. You really look like a girl when you do. You have fun doing it. You like to help people. I think we can pull it off. All you have to do is believe in yourself. Linda needs your help. And, I love you and would never hurt you.”

I sat there quietly for a few minutes. Then said, “I like Linda and don’t want to see her special day ruined. All right. I’m willing to give it a shot, but if it doesn’t look right I’m done.”

Sara grabbed me, and almost yelled, “God I love you.”, and gave me a long, deep, kiss.

When we broke the kiss, she took my hand, and led me back to the kitchen. When we walked back into the kitchen, everyone, but Mrs. Monroe, had a grin on their face. My mother said, “Going to do it. Aren’t you Peter?”

“Ah. Yeah. . . . But, how did you know?”, I asked her.

She pointed to the kitchen window that opened on the patio, and said, “Just from what we saw.”

Sara and I looked out the window, and right to where we’d been sitting. I actually saw Sara blush for the first time ever. And, I think I blushed too. Then Sara asked, “You didn’t hear what we said. Did you?”

With a big smile, Linda said, “No little sister. Not until you told him that you loved him. Did he tell you that he loved you?”

Now, I knew for sure that I was blushing.

Sara looked at me, put her hands on her hips, and said, “No he didn’t.”

I looked into those green eyes of hers, then at the other four women sitting at the table, then back at Sara, and said, “Sara Marie Monroe. I love you.” And, I kissed her like she had kissed me. I heard a little applause. I figured that it probably wasn’t from our mothers, but from Linda and Vicki.

Shortly I heard Sara’s mother say, “All right you two. Break it up.”

We broke the kiss, and Linda said, “Well, I guess we all now know for sure what we’ve always suspected about you two.”

My mother then asked me, “Well are you?”

“Yeah. But, it’s got to be good. Really good.”, I replied.

Linda got up, walked over to me, hugged me, and said, “Thank you.”

Then I asked, “Don’t thank me yet. If I’m not comfortable with the way I look, and other things, then I won’t do it. What do we have to do?”

Sara’s mother said, “Get you looking like a bride’s maid. First I think we need to find you a good wig.”

“Some proper lingerie and makeup.”, Sara added.

“Shoes.”, Vicki added.

“Then, see if the dress works.”, Linda added, “This is going to be fun.”

“Fun for who?”, I asked.

“You.”

“Yeah right. I’m going to be as nervous as hell.”

“Can I make a suggestion?”, my mother asked.

“Of course.”, Linda said.

“Like he said. He’s going to be nervous. He’s going to need to relax when this is going on. How about getting him a wig and some regular girls’ clothes? Then he and Sara can go out as two girl friends, and he can get used to being a girl in public.”

I looked at my mother, and said, “Mother! Going out! You’re kidding me. And, you are just getting into this a little too easily.”

“Like Linda said, this could be fun. But, we have a lot of work to do and less then two weeks to do it. And, you have to become comfortable being around people as a girl.”

“So, you want me to be a girl for the next two weeks?”

“It probably wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

I just looked at my mom.

Then as Sara’s mother took out her cell phone, she said, “We don’t have much time, so we might as well get started. I’m going to call my beauty shop and see if my girl can help us.”

An hour later Sara, her mom, and I were sitting in a beauty shop while I was being fitted for a wig. The girl, Cammie, who was doing my wig, was Mrs. Monroe’s regular girl, so we were getting the royal treatment. And, it appeared that she knew what I was doing, but was surprised that I was willing to do what I was going to do. But, said that I was brave for attempting it.

Cammie looked at me fairly closely, and then told us that she just might have the perfect wig for me. She ran off and was back quickly with a very long, strawberry blond, human hair, wig. She told us that the wig had a lace front which was almost undetectable with a monofilament top that helps it look like it’s natural hair growth. And, would also allow us to style it any way we wanted to, including changing the color.

After putting a wig cap on my head, she carefully placed the wig on my head, adjusted it a bit, and brushed it out a little. Stood back, looked at me, and said, “You look really good with long hair. And, a pony tail would look really cute.”

I looked at Sara and her mother, and they were both smiling. Then Cammie turned the chair toward the mirror, and I saw myself with the wig for the first time. I was surprised.

This wig felt completely different then the one that Sara and I had used. It felt like I had grown a full head of very long, strawberry blond, hair. It was straight with a little flip at the ends, and hung well down over my chest. I reached up and touched it, it felt soft. Soft like Sara’s hair. Soft and wanting to be touched.

Sara got up, took a tube of lipstick out of her purse, walked over to me, handed me the lipstick, and said, “Here. Put this on.”

I took the tube, and applied the lipstick. And, there was Becka with long blond hair. Both Sara and I smiled.

Cammie looked at me, and said, “You’ve used lipstick before. And, you know. Just looking at you with the wig and lipstick, you just may pull this off. Can I try something?”

“What?”, I asked.

“A little makeup magic.”

“I guess.”

She took some things out of a drawer, and asked, “Your eyebrows are a little heavy for a girl. Do you mind if I work on them a little/?”

Sara then said, “He is going to need them done for the wedding.”

“I guess she’s right.”, I said, “Go ahead.”

Cammie turned me away from the mirror, tilted the chair back a little, and went to work on my brows. She plucked them a bit, then took a small comb and a small electric clipper, and worked some more. Then she stood back, and I saw Sara smile. Then Cammie said, “Your skin is so nice. For daytime, I wouldn’t even use a foundation. But, some light eye makeup, and maybe a different color lipstick would really work.”

She then went to work on my eyes. And, she talked as she worked. She told us a light eyebrow pencil would help define my eyebrows. She also said that my eyelashes were long, but some mascara would lengthen them and make them jump out. And, that she was actually separating each of my eyelashes to make it dramatic. And, that she wouldn’t use an eyeshadow for daytime unless it was something really special, and then she’d use a rust-colored shadow. And, of course no eyeliner for day time, unless it was a special occasion. And, for night time she said that she’d go with a light green eyeshadow, with some fancy eyeliner, a darker and heavier mascara, and darken the eyebrows.

Then she said, that she thought that she had a good lip color for me, and that she’d be right back. I looked at Sara and her mother and I couldn’t read what I was seeing, and they weren’t saying anything. Cammie came back with what looked like a deep red or maroon lipstick, and a matching liner. She removed the lipstick that I had on, then applied the liner, and then the lipstick using a small brush. Then stood back, smiled, and said, “You just may pull this off.”

Then looking at Sara and her mother, she asked, “Well. What do you think?”

Sara’s mother said, “He has looked good before. But, I just don’t believe this.”

“So, he’s really done this before.”

“Yes. He and my daughter used to dress him up as a girl all the time.”

Sara just stared, then said, “Babe. You look fantastic.”

“Let me see.”, I said.

Cammie turned the chair to the mirror. And, there was a girl with strawberry blond hair, and blue eyes looking back at me. Her head turned when I turned mine. She blinked when I blinked. She smiled when I smiled. Was it me? I wasn’t sure.

Cammie said, “With the right clothes and shoes, you could go anywhere and be seen as a girl.”

“Really?”, I asked.

“Yes. Your bone structure makes your makeup easy.”

Sara asked me, “Do you mind if I take a couple pictures and send them to Linda?”

“No.”, I replied, “Might as well send them to my mom too.”

Sara took a number of pictures with her phone and sent them off. And, it wasn’t long until she got a message back from Linda, that said, “Can’t b Peter. She’s t% pritE. But, f it is, DIS iz goin 2 wrk. And, Vicki agrees.”

I looked at Sara and her mother, and asked, “Now what?”

“What do you mean?”, Sara asked.

“I can’t walk out of here looking like a girl from the neck up and a boy from the neck down.”

“Oh right.”

Cammie said, “Tell you what. If you want to, and if you know his sizes, there is a girl’s store just a few doors down, you could get a few things. Jeans, a top, a bra, some shoes, and whatever, and he can change here. Or, we could just remove the makeup.”

Sara got her cute little smile, and said, “I’d hate to see all of your work go to waste. So, I’ll go do a little shopping, and be right back.”

“Wait.”, I said, “I can’t go out looking like a girl. People will know.”

Cammie said, “No they won’t. You look like a pretty teenaged girl. If I saw you on the street, I’d just see a girl.”

Before I could say anything, Sara ran out of the shop, and her mother said, “I’ll stay here with her.”

“Mrs. Monroe. Her?”, I asked.

“Becka. Peter isn’t here right now. I’m seeing a girl.”

“Becka.”, Cammie said, “That’s a cute name.”

“That’s the name Sara gave him when he was dressed as a girl.”

“So, you do this very often?”, Cammie asked me.

“No. Not that much.”, I replied, “But, I really like to do it, and so does she.”

“It’s obvious that your mother knows. Since you sent her a picture.”

“My mother knows. And, with this wedding, more people are going to know than I want them to.”

“Don’t worry about that. If you look this good with girls’ clothes on, as you do in boys’ clothes, you’ll pull this off. So, who’s doing your hair and makeup for the wedding.”

“I really don’t know. But, if it was going to be in town, I’d definitely want you to do it.”

“So, where is it going to be?”

“At West Point.”

“The military academy.”

“Yeah. It’s a full military wedding.”

“That’s cool.”

“No. It’s scarey.”

Sara was back in about twenty minutes, and as she handed me the bags, she said, “That’s a cool store, we’re going to have to go shopping there.”

I went to the restroom, and looked at what Sara had bought. She’d gotten a pretty bra, a package of panties, a pair of skinny jeans, a cute lacy top, and a pair of flats. She’d even found me a purse. And, a small bottle of perfume. I sniffed the perfume, and I liked it.

I got out of my boys’ clothes, hid my boy bits, and dressed in what Sara had bought. I put all of my boy’s stuff in the bags. And, I put my wallet, phone, perfume, and keys in the purse. And, walked back to where everyone was.

The three of them looked at me, and Cammie said, “He needs some hips.”

“Yeah.”, Sara said, “And, some breasts.”

“I know just the place.”, Cammie said, “It’s a costume shop. And, they have all kinds of things like that. I’ll give you the address. And, I’ll give you the instructions on how to care for the wig. And, since it’s a human hair wig, you can do almost the same things to it as you do to your own hair.”

Sara dug the panties out of the package, and as she handed them to me, she said, “Here put these in your bra until we find something better.”

I took the panties, and put two pairs in each cup, and it did give me the look of having breasts.

As we were paying the bill, I was shocked as to how much it was. But, Sara’s mother said, that with what the wedding was costing, this was nothing. Cammie also handed me all the makeup that she’d used, and I put it in my purse.

Then handing me a foam head, she said, “Be sure to keep the wig on this when your not wearing it. It will help keep it nice.”

As we started walking out of the shop door, I stopped. Sara looked at me, and said, “Come on Becka. It’s going to be fine.”

I took a deep breath, and walked out into the sunlight.

As we were driving to the costume shop, I asked Sara, “Where does a girl put perfume?”

“Well.”, she said, “You could spray your hair. The back of your neck. The inside of your wrist, or the inside of your elbow, or back of your knees.”

Her mother then said, “There are other, more private, places you can spray it too.”

“Mother!”

“Well she needs to know. Becka honey, you can also put it in your cleavage and your private place.”

“Mother!”

“Sara. Stop being such a prude.”

Sara sat there with her arms folded, and wouldn’t look at me. But, from then on, whenever we were going some place and I was Becka, I always had a little perfume on. I liked what Sara had bought.

Not much later, we were at the costume shop. I was still hesitant about getting out of the car, but I figured with Sara and her mother with me that I’d be fine. As we walked in, one of the clerks walked up to us, and asked, “Can I help you ladies?”

Sara’s mother explained to the clerk what we were looking for, and when she was done the clerk looked at me, and asked, “She’s not a she?”

“No, she’s not.”, Sara’s mother said, “She’s going to be a bride’s maid at a wedding in two weeks. So, we’re looking for breast forms, and something to give her hips and maybe a little more rear.”

The clerk looked at me for a few seconds, then said, “A bride’s maid! Really! I know exactly what you’re looking for.”

She fitted me for a pair of breast forms that looked good for my build, and told us that these could be attached, and the seams almost hidden. They looked good, but were cold and heavy. The clerk told me that they were close to what real breasts weigh, and that they would quickly warm up. She also showed us a special panty that had built in silicone padding to enhance the hips and rear. And, she also said that it was also good at hiding the male parts. I went into a dressing room, and struggled to get it on. And, it was tight. But, once I had it on, things arranged, and my jeans back on, Sara and her mother liked the look. Again, not cheap, but Mrs. Monroe said that it would be worth it. Along with the breast forms, we also took two pairs of the special panties.

“Mom.”, Sara said, “Becka has never worn heels. And, the heels we’re wearing for the wedding are high.”

“High heels!”, I said.

“Yeah. Linda picked out some stiletto heels for us. And, I’m, still not used to them.”

“Maybe we’d better get them today. So, he can learn to walk in them.”, Mrs. Monroe said.

I thought, ‘What the hell have I gotten myself into. I love being Becka with Sara. But, now the world is going to see me. I guess I did say that I’d try to do this.’

As we were driving to the shoe store. I realized something, and said, “I knew something was wrong. I haven’t eaten today.”

“It is almost lunch time. We’ll stop, and it’s my treat.”, Mrs. Monroe said.

“Mrs. Monroe. I can get my lunch.”

“No Becka. This is my treat.”

Sara and I were dressed for going to a fast food place, and Mrs. Munroe pulls into an upscale restraunt. We went in and had a very nice lunch. But, less food then I was used to eating. As we finished, I needed to use the restroom, so as I started to get up, I said, “I’ll be right back.”

“Going the ladies room?”, Sara asked.

“Ah no. The mens.”

Both of them laughed, and Sara whispered, “Not looking like that you’re not. And, I’ll go with you.”

“You’ll what!”

“I’ll go with you to the ladies’ room.”

“I can’t go in there.”

“Sure you can. You look like a girl to me. So, you’d better not go into the mens.”

As Sara got up, she said, “Come on Becka.”

I looked her, and then at her mom. And, her mom whispered, “Go on Becka. Remember you’re going to be a girl for the next couple of weeks.”

I had just gotten up, and started to go with Sara. When her mom said, “Becka honey. Don’t forget your purse.”

As I picket it up, Mrs. Monroe whispered, “Don’t worry honey. You’ll learn.”

I walked with Sara to the ladies room, and I was hesitant about going in, but I followed her in anyway. I couldn’t believe it. This room was really nice. There was a place to sit. Pictures on the walls. And, if a restroom could be called pretty, this was it. But, there were no urinals.

We were the only ones in there, but I still whispered to Sara, “Where do I go.”

“In a stall. Silly.”, Sara said with a smile, “Ladies sit.”

“Oh.”

I went into a stall and did what I needed to. When I came out, Sara was in front of a mirror fixing her makeup. She saw me, and said, “Honey. Your lipstick needs fixed.”

I walked over next to her, and looked at my face, my feminine face. I retrieved my lipstick out of my purse, and fixed my face. Sara smiled at me. Then she whispered, “Girls always go to the restrooms together. It’s a girl’s thing.”

I just shook my head.

When we got back to the table, Mrs. Monroe had taken care of the check, and was ready to go.

We drove to a very high end shoe store. As we walked in, one of the clerks walked up to us, and greeted Mrs. Munroe by name. Then Mrs. Munroe explained that one of the bride’s maids had to back out of the wedding, and that I was her replacement. And, that I needed shoes.

The clerk looked at me, then at my feet, and said, “That was a special order. But, I think that we have something very close that just may work. Come with me.”

We followed the clerk over to an area of the store that had nothing but high heels. She had us sit, then she moved a stool over in front of me, sat, removed my shoes, and measured my foot. She got up, walked over to one of the racks, looked for a minute, removed a box, and walked back over to us. She opened the box, and showed the shoes to Mrs. Munroe, who smiled, and said, “Yes. Those will work.”

Then she showed them to Sara and me. What I saw scared me. These heels looked really high and really skinny. Then the clerk said, “The only real difference between what we ordered for the wedding and these, is these have a three-quarters of an inch platform and a four-inch heel. Where the shoes we ordered don’t have a platform, just the four-inch heel. Honey, do you wear heels?”

I just shook my head no.

“You’ll need to practice in these well before the wedding. Now, lets see if they will fit you.”

The clerk sat back down on the stool, put a short nylon stocking on each of my feet, and then carefully slipped one of the shoes on each foot. Then she said, “They felt like they went on really nice. How do they feel?”

“Okay.”, I whispered.

“Now stand up.”

I tried to stand, but it was hard and awkward. The clerk smiled, and said, “Let me help you. Going from not having worn heels to a pair like this will take some getting used to.”

The clerk stood up, offered me both of her hands, which I took, and then she helped me to stand. It felt really funny standing on my toes, with my heels higher then my toes. But, I did it. But, I also felt very unstable.

The clerk then asked, “I know it might feel a little strange right now, but you’ll get used to them. So, how do they feel now?”

“Okay. But, a little tight.”, I whispered.

“That’s normal for a pair of shoes like this. The more you wear them, the better they’ll feel.”

I sat back down, and she removed the shoes. Then she looked at Mrs. Monroe, and asked, “Does she need the flats for the reception?”

By the time we left the shoe store, I had a pair of fancy heels, a pair of pretty flats, and six pairs of panty hose. And, again the bill was way too much.

As we were leaving the store, Sara’s mother said, “Both of your fathers are at a seminar this weekend, so we don’t have to worry about running into them, so if Becka wants to stay for dinner, she’s welcome to. We can even invite her mother to join us. And, I know Linda and Vicki will be there.”

I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to be called her.

Before we left the parking lot, Sara’s mother called my mother and invited her to dinner. Then she called Linda and filled her in on the plans for dinner. A short time later we were pulling into the Monroe’s garage. Sara and her mother walked into the house ahead of me, and we heard voices. Linda and Vicki were sitting at the kitchen table going over last minute wedding details. I just walked into the kitchen.

Linda saw me first. She pointed at me, and said, “Look. That picture was really Peter.”

I just stood there. Vicki then said, “I really think this is going to work.”

“So do I.”, Sara’s mother said, “You wouldn’t believe the guys that were staring at her. And, I don’t think that anyone, even the store clerks that were really close to her, noticed that she wasn’t a girl.”

“They were staring?”, I asked.

“Oh yes they were.”, Sara added.

“I didn’t notice.”

“It’s a good thing. It would have scared you.”

“No kidding.”

My mother showed up, looked at me, stared, and just shook her head. Then she said, “Peter. I don’t know how you do this.”

I just looked at her and shrugged my shoulders. Then we looked at everything that we’d bought. When we got to the shoes, my mother looked at me, and said, “I just hope you don’t break your neck in those things.”

“Me too.”, I replied.

Then Mrs. Monroe said to my mother, “Jean. I think that he’s really getting into this. Once we got him the wig, some makeup, and clothes, he relaxed. It was like being out with two teenage girls. He even used the ladies’ room at the restaurant.”

“The ladies’ room.”, my mother said, “Really!”

Vicki said, “Hey. Lets see if we can find a good evening look for her.”

“Sure.”, Linda said.

“I’m going to order pizza.”, Sara’s mother said, “So, you’ve got till five.”

Sara got up, grabbed my hand and started to pull me toward the stairs. I said, “Wait!”

“What’s wrong?”, Sara asked.

“This whole thing is getting to be too much. This morning I was lying in my bed sound asleep, and a boy. Now, your mother has spent a small fortune. I look like a girl. I have breasts and hips, even though they’re not real. Long blond hair. My face looks feminine. And, I have a pair of high heels.”

The four of them looked at me, then my mother said, “Honey. I’m sorry. We pushed you too far, too fast. But, we don’t have much time, and there’s a lot to do in the next two weeks.”

“I know mom. It just hit me. I’m going to look like a girl, have to act like a girl, and be up in front of a lot of people. It just scares the hell out of me.”

Sara said, “Peter. Honey. I know it’s scarey. That’s why we want to work with you. The more you interact with us, as a girl, the better chance you have of pulling this off. Just remember we all love you, and don’t want you to be hurt. So, we’re going to do our best to help you. Just remember all the fun we’ve had with Becka. And, just try and think of this as the continuation of that fun.”

I looked at her, smiled, and said, “Okay. I’ll try.”

Linda, Vicki, Sara, and I went up to Sara’s room. When got there, Sara said, “What do you guys think would look good on her.”

“It’s got to be a smokey eye look.”, Vicki said.

“You’re right.”, Linda said.

So, Sara sat me down and went to work. She took some eyeshadow, and carefully blended it on my eyelids. When she was finished, the three girls took a good look, and approved of her work. Then Linda, picked up some liquid eyeliner and did a really good look with it.

Then Vicki said, “Try darkening her eyebrows just a little.”

Sara tried it, smiled, and said, “That looks good.”

Then she handed me a mascara tube, and said, “Here lover. Make your eyelashes a little heavier.”

I did as she asked, and the other two girls were surprised that I did it so easily. Sara said, “She’s a quick learner. I taught her that months ago.”

“I’ve got another blouse for her to try.”, Linda said, “I’ll be right back.”

Linda was back quickly with a very pretty, all most see through, white blouse, and she had me put it on. It was worn with one shoulder bare, and that shoulder had a zipper part way down the sleeve. It was usually worn without the bra strap showing, but Vicki said that it looked sexy even with the bra strap. Sara dug out some jewelry. We’d never used jewelry before. It was only a few adjustable rings, and a cute neckless.

I looked in the mirror, and it scared me. I would be afraid to talk to this girl. And, this girl was me.

Then I caught the three girls whispering. I turned around, and asked, “What are you three planning?”

“Oh nothing.”, Sara said with her cute little smile.

“Oh nothing, means trouble. Trouble for me. What?”

“All the girls are wearing the same earrings for the wedding.”, Vicki said.

“So?”

“They’re made for pierced ears.”

“Oh.”

“And, yours aren’t pierced.”, Sara added.

“Well. . . . I guess I’m in this for the long run.”

“Tomorrow at the mall.”

Just as we made it down stairs, we heard the pizza guy drive up. And, Sara said, “Lets have Becka answer the door.”

“Only if you come with me.”, I said.

“Sure. Come on.”

Sara and I answered the door, and the guy looked at us, and started stammering. But, he was finally able to get out that it would be thirty-five dollars. I handed him two twenties, and in the best feminine voice I could, said, “Keep the change.”

He stammered a thank you, and nearly fell down the steps.

As we walked back into the kitchen with the pizzas, we were laughing. Sara’s mother asked, “What’s so funny?”

“The poor pizza guy.”, Sara said, “Once he saw Becka he lost it. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. We could have given him two one dollar bills and he would have been happy.”

“Honey.”, my mother asked me, “Why do you seem so at ease with this right now?”

“Mom. I don’t really know.”, I replied, “Something just happened while we were out. I just relaxed, and started having fun with this. I actually don’t care what anyone thinks. I was being me. Maybe it was the way I was treated at the beauty shop and the costume shop. I don’t know. I actually feel like this is going to work.”

Then Sara’s mother said, “I’d like you and Sara to go shopping tomorrow, and pick up some more clothes for Becka. That way she can be out more, and have a few more things to wear on a day to day basis until the wedding.

“Then on Monday we need to take her to the bridal shop, and see about the dress.”

“Mrs. Monroe.”, I said, “You are spending way too much money.”

“Honey. This is helping my daughter have the wedding she wants. And, it’s fun watching you like this. It’s opening my eyes as to who you are.

“Now you two. About this, I love you stuff. Care to explain?”

“Mom!” Sara said.

“Mrs. Monroe.”, I said, “I think you’ve known for a long time how Sara and I feel about each other. And, we’re tired of hiding it. I love your daughter. I respect your daughter. And, if she’ll have me, one day I want to marry your daughter.”

“Peter!”, Sara said.

“I’m sorry. But, I just had to say it. It’s how I feel.”

“Wow.”, Sara’s mother said, “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Me either.”, my mother said.

“Mom.”, Sara said, “What Peter just said, surprised the heck out of me. But, he said it all. I feel the same way about him. He respects me. He’s never tried anything. And, I’m proud of him for respecting me. But, mom, I love him too.”

Both of our mothers just sat there and looked at us. Then my mother said, “I guess I’ve known all along. But, now, I guess I’m just going to have to accept it.”

“Jean.”, Sara’s mother said, “I’ve known too. Accepting it will be hard, but I’ll do it.”

With a little gleam in her eyes, Linda said, “You two have never had sex?”

Sara and I looked at her, and together said, “No.”

Then with a big grin, Vicki said, “The only problem I have with this, is hearing two such pretty girls say they love each other. And, knowing that one of them is really a guy.”

Ignoring the comments from Linda and Vicki, I looked at my mother, and asked, “What do you think dad’s going to say about all of this?”

“I’m not sure honey.”, my mom said, “But, he isn’t going to have a choice. I’m going to tell him what happened, and what the five of us came up with to fix it and help Linda. He may not be happy, but he’ll live with it.”

Then Sara looked at her mother, and just said, “Mom. What about daddy?”

“Honey.”, Sara’s mother said, “Like I said, he’ll do anything for you and Linda. He also may not like it, but he’ll live with it.”

“What about what else we told you?”

“He doesn’t need to know about that. When the time comes, you and Peter can tell him. He likes Peter, so I figure he’ll be fine with it.”

“But, what about once he learns about Becka. How will he feel then?”

“That I don’t know. But, we’ll stick together, and overwhelm him.”

“You can count on me sis.”, Linda said.

Sara just smiled at her sister.

Later that night my mother and I walked home together. Then, we went to the spare bedroom, and she helped me with removing my makeup. Actually, she sat and just watched as I removed it, and we talked.

She, asked, “Did Sara teach you how to do that?”

“Who else.”, I replied, “She’s taught me a lot of things.”

“And, you’ve really accepted this part of you. Haven’t you?”

“Mom. It’s part of me. I love doing this, especially with Sara. But, I’m still very nervous about this wedding thing.”

“She really is special to you. Isn’t she?”

“You know she is. Mom. How is dad really going to take all of this?”

“Actually. He puts on a tough exterior. He has to with his job. But, he does have a soft and caring side. If I approach this whole thing the correct way, I think he’ll see why you’re doing it for Linda. The rest of your cross-dressing? That I don’t know. But, we’ll see.”

“When are you going to talk to him?”

“Maybe tomorrow when he gets home. I just have to see how tired he is. Some of these seminars are hard on him. But, be prepared to get the third degree.”

“I figured as much.”

“You and Sara going shopping again tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Your idea of spending the next two weeks getting ready was actually a good one. If this is going to work, I need to act, talk, and look as close to a real girl as I can. I just hope that two weeks is long enough. And, I guess I need more than one or two outfits to do it right.”

“You do. And, I’ll give you my credit card to use. Mrs. Monroe has spent enough on this wedding.”

“I know. This wig was really expensive.”

“It’s real hair. Isn’t it?”

“Yes.”, I said, as I removed it and placed it on the foam head, “And, it feels so much better then the wig Sara and I found.”

“And, honey, I know you’re nervous about this whole thing. But, just realize that you have a lot of people supporting you.”

 

 

 

Well I’ve done it now! I’ve agreed to be one of Vicki’s bride’s maids. And, to live the next two weeks as a girl. And, we, actually Sara’s mother, has spent a small fortune. Lets see what happens next . . .

I slept really well that night, and was up early on Sunday. I took a nice long shower, then slipped, or rather struggled, into the special panties, and a bra. And, put the forms in the bra. Then I walked down the hall to the spare bedroom.

I sat down at the vanity and looked at myself. First I put the wig cap on, then tried as best I could to copy what Cammie had done yesterday with a daytime look. Thanks to what Sara had taught me, I didn’t do too bad. I used the light eyebrow pencil to highlight my brows, and a light coating of mascara to bring out my eyelashes. I took the lip liner, and outlined my lips, then, as Cammie had done, I applied my lipstick with the little brush.

I took the wig off of the foam head, and carefully slipped in onto my head. I looked at it in the mirror, and carefully brushed it into a feminine style. Looking at myself, I thought, “How can you do this so easily?”

Then I heard my mother say, “Good morning Becka.”

I turned and my mother was standing in the doorway, and I said, “Morning mom.”

“I thought I heard you get up. Can I try something with your hair?”

“Sure mom.”

“She walked over, looked through the drawers in the vanity, and found what she was looking for. She brushed my hair into a pony tail, and pulled the hair through the scrunchy that she’d found. Then asked, “How does that look?”

I looked in the mirror, and I liked what I saw. So, I said, “Thanks mom. I like it.

“What are you going to wear?”

“I thought maybe, a pair of shorts, the blouse that Sara bought me yesterday, and my running shoes.”

“Good choices. But, you know that your legs are a little hairy.”

I looked at them, and asked, “They are?”

“Yes. It’s blond. But, it’s noticeable. And, you’ll probably be wearing nylons for the wedding, and then it’ll probably show more. You have some arm hair, but it’s light. So, I wouldn’t wear shorts right now. Maybe the jeans.”

“Okay. Jeans it is.”

About ten o’clock I was pulling into the Monroe’s driveway. I rang the door bell, Linda answered the door, and invited me in. Then, she looked at me and just shook her head.

I asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Becka. How do you do this?”

“Do what?”

“Look so damn good as a girl?”

“I don’t know.”

“Who did your makeup?”

“Me.”

Again, she just shook her head. Then we walked to the kitchen, where Sara and her mother were. Mrs. Monroe was the first to see me, and said, “My. Becka, don’t you look nice this morning.”

“Thank you. Mrs. Monroe.”, I replied.

Sara turned, looked at me, smiled, and said, “Yes she does.”

“Ready to go?”

“Sure. First stop, one of the piercing place at the mall.”

“Oh yeah. That. Do we have to?”

“Yes.”

Linda grinned, and said, “Time to get fashionable Becka. You should really get multiples in each ear.”

“No thank you! Just one in each ear. And, that’s going to be hard enough to explain.”

On the way to the mall, Sara said, “We need to work on you talking. Your soft voice isn’t bad. But, still needs some work. You need to listen to how women talk. And, I really think you can do it.”

And, shortly after walking into the mall I had a small stud in each ear. Then Sara and I hit the stores. When we were done, I had two more pairs of shoes, a pair of Mary Jane’s with two inch heels and a pair of dressy wedges. Three skirts, and another pair of skinny jeans. Five cute tops. A dozen pairs of panties, and two more bras. And, I, or really my mother, paid for it all. We took our haul out to the car and put it in the trunk. Then went back into the mall’s food court for a light lunch.

As we were eating, I said, “I was going to wear shorts, but mom said my legs were hairy.”

“Hmm.”, Sara said, “You know. We’ll need to do something about that before the wedding.”

“Like what?”

“Well. I shave mine when they need it. You could do that. I know mom waxes hers. And, there’s also chemical depilatories.”

“Maybe I’ll try shaving them.”

“Between now and the wedding, you’ll probably need to shave them a few times.”

“How about the waxing?”

“Probably only once, but from what mom says it hurts.”

“The depilatory?”

“It lasts a little longer than shaving, but it stinks.”

“I’ll shave.”

After lunch, we wandered around the mall window shopping. One of the bigger stores is a cosmetics store called Ulta. And, as Sara was dragging me in. I asked, “Why are we here?”

“Mom said that you need your own cosmetics, and she said to bring you here and see Tammie.”

“Why? We’re only doing this for two more weeks.”

With her cute little smile, Sara said, “You really think so?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Honey. How long have we been doing this?”

“A few years.”

“Try six. Do you like doing it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you realize how easily you do this?”

“I guess.”

“You guess. How easy was it for you to get up this morning, and dress like a girl? Put on your makeup, and do your hair?”

“Actually. It scared me a little this morning, just how easily I did it.”

“Scared you.”

“Yeah. I just sat there, like a girl would, in a bra and panty, and put on my makeup, and my wig.”

“It shouldn’t scare you. You’ve done it a lot when we’ve dressed you up. And, you’re good at doing it.”

“I know. But, it was just too easy.”

“Honey. I think that you’ve made up your mind to do this. And, if it’s like you do other things, it’s all or nothing. And, you’re really getting into being Becka.”

I looked at her, then said, “Yeah. You’re right.”

“So, do you think you’re going to stop when the wedding is over?”

“I guess not.”

“Do you think I want you to stop?”

“No.”

“Then don’t fight it. Enjoy it. And, if you think we spent a lot of money on clothes, just wait until we walk out of here. And, this is on mom.”

We walked in and started looking around, and I couldn’t believe the cost of some of the products. Finally we found Tammie. And, Sara said, “Hi. I’m Sara. My mother is Mary Monroe, and she said to stop in and see you.”

“Oh yes.”, Tammie said, “She called this morning and said you’d be in. And, this must be Becka, our new girl.”

“New girl?”, I said.

“Yes honey. I think what you’re doing for Mrs. Monroe’s daughter is wonderful. And, don’t worry. We have new girls in here all the time.”

“You do?”

“Yes. You’d be surprised how many.”

I looked at Sara, and she just smiled.

Then Tammie said, “Mrs. Monroe said that you needed everything. Why don’t you come over here, sit, and we’ll get started.”

Sara and I followed Tammie over to her station, she looked at my face, then felt it. And, asked, “Do you shave?”

“Not very often. With my northern European heritage and being a true blond, my beard is very light. I know all the males on my dad’s side of the family are mostly blond with light beards. And, I only have to shave every few days.”

“That’s good. We may not have to do anything to cover your beard. And, if you continue doing this you could get electrolysis, since laser won’t work on light colored beards.”

Then Tammie went to work, moisturizers, foundations, blushers, eye shadows, mascaras, eyeliner, lip liners, lip sticks, makeup removers. Day time look. Night time look. Sophisticated look. You name it. We tried it. My head was spinning.

While she was working, Tammie told me that my hair was pretty, and with my complexion and blue eyes that the strawberry blond looked fantastic. And, suggested that if I’d dye my blond hair to match the wig, that it would be really hard to tell that I was wearing a wig.

Sara loved most everything that Tammie did, and we walked out of there with two full bags of makeup. And, the total was like the national debt.

We stopped at my house, and took everything in. My mother joined us in the spare bedroom, and asked if we left anything in the stores. And, I said, “We cleaned Ulta out.”

“It looks that way. I also see that you got your ears pierced.”, my mother replied.

“Yeah. I guess all the girls in the wedding are wearing the same earrings, and they’re only for pierced ears.”

“I thought so. By the way. Your father will be home at six.”

I looked at the clock and it was three. So, I said, “I’d better put Becka away.”

“Might be best. As soon as he relaxes for awhile, and I feed him. I’ll see if it’s a good time to talk with him.”

“Honey.”, Sara said, “Why don’t you have dinner at my house, then your mom can text you and let you know what happens.”

“Okay.”, I said, “Didn’t your dad go to this seminar?”

“No. So, he’ll be home early.”

Later, Sara and I walked hand in hand to her house, and I was very quiet. She asked, “Worried. Aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”, I replied, “A little.” Really it was a lot.

As we walked into her house and to the kitchen, her mother and Linda were in the kitchen fixing dinner. Sara asked, “Is daddy home yet.”

“Not yet.”, her mother replied.

“Peter’s mother is going to talk to his dad tonight. So, can he stay for dinner.”

“Sure.”

“Peter.”, Linda said, “Everything will be fine.”

“I hope.”

I got a glass of water, sat at the table, looked at Sara’s mother, and said, “Mrs. Monroe. I hate you.”

She looked at me in surprise, and just said, “What!”

“I hate you. You’ve spoiled Rebecca. You’ve spent way too much money on her. Makeup, clothes, and everything.”

She smiled, as she said, “Peter. It’s the least I can do for what you’re willing to do for Linda. I just hope that you can enjoy it to it’s fullest. You really seem so at ease when you're Becka.”

“I am. Being Becka feels good and it helps me relax.”

Linda said, “Peter. I wish there was more that I could do for you.”

“Linda. You don’t need to do anything. You just enjoy your day like you’re meant to.”

“Sara. Where did you find such a great boyfriend.”

“I guess I can thank mom and Mrs. Carter for being close friends, and having us close together.”, Sara replied.

We had a quiet dinner, then Sara and I went out on the patio to talk, and wait for my mothers call.

Sara said, “Honey. Don’t worry. Your dad is a great guy. And, he loves you, and will see that you want to help Linda.”

“You may be right.”, I replied, “But, I’m still scared. Telling your father that you need to dress like a girl, and that, because you're going to help someone, that you're going to do it full time for the next two weeks. Just scares me.”

“I know. Just remember, that I love you and so does your mother. We support you and what you’re doing.”

“Thanks. You guys are just wonderful.”

Just before eight, I received a text from my mother. It said, ‘Come on home. Everything is fine. I’ll be in the kitchen.’

I looked at Sara, and as I stood up, I said, “Well he knows. And, mom says everything is fine. Guess I’ll go and face him.”

“Honey.”, Sara said, “It’ll be fine.”

“I’ll call you and let you know.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And, we kissed.

A few minutes later I walked into our kitchen, my mother looked at me, and smiled. I asked, “Is everything really okay?”

“Yes.”, she answered, “At first he was upset. Really upset. Then I explained everything. How you felt bad for Linda. That you were possibly the last option for a bride’s maid. Even about you dressing as a girl for a long time, and what your Aunt Dorothy had to say about it. How Mrs. Monroe, Linda, and I had decided that if this wedding thing was going to work, that you should live as a girl for the two weeks before the wedding to learn as much as you could.

“He was shocked about all of it. Then, he shocked me, when he told me that he knew you had a softer side and actually figured that you’d never go to Anapolis or any military school.”

“Wow. By everything, that didn’t include Sara. Did it?”

“No. That’s up to you and her when that time comes. So, don’t even worry about that. He does want to talk to you.”

“Okay.”

“He’s in the den.”

I got up and slowly walked to the den. As I walked in, I said, “Hi dad.”

He looked up at me, neither smiling or frowning, and said, “Hi Peter. Have a seat.”

Well. That was a good sign. If my dad was going to chew out either Richard or me, he didn’t do it with us sitting, so this is a good. So, I sat in one of the big overstuffed leather chairs across the coffee table from him.

Then he continued with, “Your mother told me some very interesting things tonight.”

“Yes sir.”, was all I said.

“What she told me, at first, really upset me. Then, she went on to explain a lot of things that have been going on with you. And, I have to admit, I felt bad about not being around for you.”

“Dad. I understand that. Your job is very important. And, you needed to be there for that.”

“I know. But, you’re also important. And, I’d thought that maybe there was something that I could have done, so that you wouldn’t have wanted to do these things. But, then your mother told me what your Aunt Dorothy had told her, that it is just part of your makeup, and you don’t really have any control over it.

Then he smiled, another good sign, and said, “And, I understand that you’re going to be in the Monroe’s wedding party as a bride’s maid?”

“Yes sir.”

“You know this is really crazy. Don’t you?”

“Yes sir. It is.”

“I guess it’s because Linda lost one of her bride’s maids, couldn’t find a fill in on such short notice, and it would cause some kind of problem with the ceremony. And, you didn’t want to see her big day turn into a bad day.”

“Yes sir.”

“And, this means that you will be wearing a dress, and trying to look like a girl.”

“Yes sir. I guess so.”

“Your mother also tells me that she thinks that you can pull this off. Do you?”

“Yes sir. I do.”

“She also told me that she, Mrs. Monroe, and Linda, came up with the crazy idea of you living as a girl until the wedding. Something about learning to act like a girl.”

“Yes sir, they did. I have to learn how to be girl, and it may be the best way to do it.”

“Have you started doing this?”

“Yes sir. I have.”

“How do you feel about it?”

“I feel good about it. I’m doing something to help someone. Someone that I like. And, . . . I really like doing it.”

“She also told me about how you and Sara used to play dress up. With you dressing as a girl. And, that what your Aunt Dorothy had said about it was true. That you’re a cross-dresser. And, that you can’t stop doing it.”

“Yes sir. I am. And, I don’t think that I could stop. And, to be honest, I don’t want to. I like doing it.”

“I suppose that I could tell you to stop seeing Sara. But, I don’t think that would do any good. I think that might even make it worse.”

“Yes. sir. It probably would. The year that Sara was in Germany was hard on both of us.”

“At least you're being honest with me and yourself about it. And, you seem very at ease talking about this?”

“I am. This is part of me. I know it is. I like doing it. I like how I look. And, I know that a lot of people would never understand it and why I do what I do. I’m just happy that you, mom, and the Monroe’s are so open minded.”

“You don’t want to be a girl. Do you?”

“No sir. I don’t. It’s just a lot of fun to dress up as a girl and look good doing it.”

“I don’t think you’re gay. Are you?”

“No sir. I’m not. I only like girls.”

“And, I think that it might be one particular girl that you like.”

“Yes sir. It might.”

He grinned, and said, “You would pick an Army brat.”

With a bigger grin, I said, “She picked a Navy brat.”

“I thought you were going to live as this girl until the wedding.”

“Yes sir. I am.”

“Well. You sure don’t look like a girl right now.”

“Sir?”

“I’m not seeing my new daughter.”

“Sir?”

“Let me spell this out for you. I’d like to meet my new daughter this evening. Do you think you could go and find her for me?”

“Ah . . . Yes sir. I . . . I think I just might just be able to do that.”

As I got up to walk out of the den, my dad said, “And, I don’t like pierced ears on men. But, on women they’re nice.”

I turned, looked at him, and he was smiling. I then all but ran to the spare bedroom. Shortly my mother joined me, and said, “I’m sorry. But, I was eavesdropping. I just had to know how it went.”

“That’s okay mom.”, I replied, “Dad just surprised the hell out of me. And, it went a heck of a lot better than I thought it would.”

She smiled, and asked, “Do you want any help?”

“No thanks. I just need to text Sara first.”

“Okay honey. We’ll be in the den.”

I texted Sara, ‘It went gr8. He want’s 2 MEt Becka. Got 2 chAng. caL U l8r. ILU’

Real quickly I had a text back from Sara, that said, ‘WOW! kewl. ILUT’

I figured that the look that I’d used today would be the best. So, back into the special panties, a bra, and the forms. Next came the wig cap. Then the eyebrow pencil, a little mascara, lip liner, and the little brush and lipstick. I undid the pony tail in my wig, took it off of the foam head, and carefully placed it on my head. I then brushed it into a nice look. Then came the jeans and blouse. I still had the jewelry that we’d used the other day, so I put on the rings and neckless. Looking in the mirror, I said, “Hi Becka.”

I went to the closet, and looked at my shoes, my girl shoes. I loved the wedges, that we bought today, so I put those on. I went back in front of the vanity mirror, and took a good look. Then, I took a deep breath, turned, and walked to the den. I stopped at the door, took another deep breath, and walked in. Mom and dad were watching some TV. I walked over by the TV, and said, “Hi daddy.”

He looked at me, pushed off on the TV remote, looked at my mother, looked back at me, then said, “Who are you? And, what have you done with my son?”

“He’s not here right now. I’m Becka.”

Looking at my mom, he said, “Jean. You’ve been sitting here with me, so you didn’t help him. So, this has got to be a ringer.”

“No daddy. It’s really me.”

“You really did this yourself?”

“Yes sir. Sara is a good teacher.”

“And, you really like doing this?”

“Yes sir.”

“And, you’ve gone out?”

“Not until we started on the wedding thing. And, it’s been fun.”

“And, Sara likes you to do this?”

“Yes sir. She actually started it. And, has taught me a lot.”

“I see. Has the Colonel met you yet?”

“No sir. Not yet. He may not even know about all of this yet.”

“Why don’t you call Sara, and see what they’re doing.”

“It’s getting late.”, my mother said.

“It’s not that late.”

I took my cell phone out of my back pocket and called Sara. When she answered, she said, “It’s so cool. He really wants to meet Becka?”

“He just did.”, I said, “We’re together right now.”

“I see. Can’t really talk.?”

“No. But, my dad wants to know if your dad knows about Becka and what you guys are doing.”

“Yeah. Mom told him. He was totally shocked. And, we’re still talking about it right now.”

I told my dad, that the Colonel knows, and they’re just talking about it.

“Good.”, my dad said, “Tell them we’ll be over in a few minutes.”

I said to Sara, “Did you hear him?”

“Yeah.”, she said, “See you in a few.”

As we walked up to the door of the Monroe home, dad pressed the door bell, we heard someone run up to the door, and open it. As I figured, it was Sara. She grinned, and said, “Hello Captain and Mrs. Carter. Hi Becka.”

We all said, “Hi Sara.”, almost in unison.

“Come on in. We’re all in the kitchen.”

“Sara.”, my dad said, “I don’t know how you did it. But you’ve changed my son into a very pretty girl. Do you think that this is going to work?”

“Yes sir,”, Sara replied, “I think that she can pull this off.”

“We’ll see what your dad thinks.”

Sara grabbed my hand, and said, “Come on. I want to introduce you to my dad.”

She pulled me into the kitchen, followed by my parents. When we got there, she pulled me up to her dad, and said, “Daddy. I want you to meet my new best friend, Becka. Becka. This is my dad, Colonel Monroe.”

Her dad just stared at me, then I held out my hand, smiled, and softly said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Colonel Monroe.”

He reached his hand out, and stammered, “Ah . . . Yeah . . . Ah . . . Becka. Yeah . . . Yes. It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”

Then he looked at my dad, and said, “Hank. I didn’t know you had such a pretty daughter.”

I looked at my dad, as he said, “I didn’t either Chuck, until tonight.”

Then the Colonel looked back at me again, and said, “Young lady. When I heard what was going on, I was totally shocked. And, knowing your father, I know he was too. But, what amazes me is that you’re willing to do this for my daughter.

“Phil, her fiancé, had to pull some serious strings to get the seven groomsmen along with his best man, and he didn’t want to hurt any feelings by cancelling any one of them.

“And, seeing that your father is here with you, I figure that he is going along with it.”

“Colonel.”, I said, “I just couldn’t see Linda’s special day being ruined that way. And, I have a very good support group. And, it includes my dad.”

“Thank you again.”

“No sir. It’s my pleasure.”

Then he looked at his wife, and said, “Mary. You didn’t tell me that she was so pretty.”

“I know. It surprised me too, as to how beautiful a girl she turned out to be.”, Mrs. Monroe said.

Sara grabbed my hand, and said, “Come on Becka. I’ve got something to show you.”

She pulled me out of the kitchen and up to her room. She closed the door, turned, and kissed me. It was a long kiss. When she broke it, I asked, “I thought you were going to show me something?”

“I just did.”, she said, with her cute little smile, “I just showed you that I love you.”

“And, I love you too. And, I think my dad suspects.”

“How?”

“When we were talking earlier, we got on the gay question, and I told him that I only liked girls. Then he said, that he’d bet me that it was one girl in particular. I told him that it might be. Then he said, that I would have to pick an Army brat. Then I told him that she had picked a Navy brat.”

“If he didn’t know before. He does now.”

“You know something. I don’t care who knows.”

After another kiss, and fixing our lipstick, Sara and I walked back into the kitchen. Sara then walked up to our fathers, and asked hers, “Daddy. Do you think that you and Captain Carter could help Becka learn how to dance with a man?”

After we got home, my father went back to the den to watch the late news. And, I followed him in, and sat down on the couch with my legs tucked under me. And, I said, “Daddy?”

“Yes honey?”, he asked.

“I’m kind of worried about something.”

“What’s that?”

“That what I’m doing will cause you some problems in your job.”

“Honey. With the way the military now looks at gays, and I know you’re not gay, I wouldn’t worry about it. One of the guys in my unit is gay. Another one has an openly gay daughter. And, there’s others. So, don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”

As I got up, I said, “Thank you daddy. I was really worried about it. I’ve got a big day tomorrow. I’m going to bed.”

“Good night princess.”

“Princess!?”

“I really couldn’t very well say, good night son. Could I?”

“I guess not. Good night daddy.”

“Good night.”

My mother saw me as I walked out of the den, and said, “I got you some things today.”

“What?”, I asked.

“I figured that you might as well experience sleeping as a girl. So, I got you a few night gowns. They’re lying on your bed.”

That night I slept really well.

 

 

 

My ears are pierced. I now own more girls’ clothes. And, have a supply of makeup that will last me a year. Then Becka met her father and Sara’s father. It was scarey to start with. But, I was surprised that they accepted me, and why I was doing it. What more can happen?

Monday started out crazy and got crazier. A little after ten we, Mrs. Monroe, Linda, Sara, I, headed for the dress shop where they’d purchased not only Linda’s bridal gown, but all of the brides maids dresses. And, as I should have guessed it was a high end store.

As we walked into the bridal shop, I was carrying a bag containing the shoes that I’d be wearing for the wedding. A woman greeted Mrs. Monroe and Linda very warmly. Then Mrs. Monroe introduced me to Mrs. Shelby. Then she explained to the woman, that one of the original bride’s maids had backed out at the last minute, and that I was the replacement.

Mrs. Shelby was surprised about one of the bride’s maids backing out of such a big wedding, and also said it was much too late to order another dress. Mrs. Monroe explained to her that the bride’s maid had been tall, almost as tall as I was. And, hopefully her dress would fit me with only minor alterations. And, that money was no object.

Mrs. Shelby said, “Lets go to a dressing room, we’ll take some measurements, then I’ll get the dress, and we’ll see.”

The four of us followed Mrs. Shelby back to one of the dressing rooms. This dressing room was like nothing I’ve ever seen. To start with, it was big, with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and a raised platform in the middle. The walls were covered drapes. There were couches along the walls. And, it was nicely carpeted.

“Okay my dear.”, Mrs. Shelby said to me, “Stand up on the platform, and let me take some measurements.”

I did as she asked, and she started at the top, and worked her way down. When she reached my waist, she looked up at me, stood up, looked at Mrs. Monroe, and yelled, “What are you trying to pull! This is a boy. I don’t dress boys in clothes meant for a girl.”

Mrs. Monroe stood up, glared at Mrs. Shelby, and yelled, “We have spent a small fortune here. And, we’ve come to you for help.”

Pointing at me, Mrs. Shelby yelled, “This is a boy. Why does he need a dress.”

I wanted to run out of there, but I was frozen. Frozen there crying.

Mrs. Monroe, then yelled back, “Yes. She’s a boy. A wonderful boy that wants to help my daughter have a perfect wedding.”

Just then, Linda, almost in tears, stood up, and yelled, “Stop! Just stop! Both of you stop right now!”

The two battling women looked at her, then Linda said, “Mother. Tell Mrs. Shelby about this whole thing. And, Mrs. Shelby, please listen to my mother. Then if you won’t help us, we’ll just leave.”

Mrs. Monroe looked at Mrs. Shelby, and said, “I’m sorry I got angry. But, this has been a very stressful time with what’s happened.” And, she went on to explain to Mrs. Shelby everything that had happened.

I was finally able move, I got down off the platform, and sat with Sara. She held me, and wiped away my tears.

When Mrs. Monroe finished explaining, Mrs. Shelby looked at me, and said, “Honey. I am sorry I did what I did. And, what you’re doing for the bride is both strange and wonderful. And, if you’ll allow me I’d like to finish my measurements, and see what we can do with the dress.”

I sat there and looked at her for a minute, then asked, “How did you know?”

“Honey. I was very close to you, I noticed your breast forms, but didn’t think too much about them. But, your waist is thicker than a girls. And, there were just other small things. But, honey, you make a very pretty girl. And, unless someone is very close to you, and knows the female figure as well as I do, they would never know. You even walk like a girl.

“And, Becka is it, lets see if this dress will work for you. Please back up on the platform.”

I slowly got up, and back onto the platform. Mrs. Shelby continued taking her measurements. When she was done, she said, “I’ll be right back with the dress.”

After Mrs. Shelby had left, Mrs. Monroe said, “Becka. Honey. I’m so sorry that this happened.”

“Mrs. Monroe.”, I said, “It’s all right. I’m very surprised that no one else has seen who I really am. And, it could have been worse.”

Mrs. Shelby was back shortly with a very pretty gown. She told me that is was a one shoulder satin dress with an asymmetrical floor length skirt in teal, and that it was very form fitting. Then she said, “I’m a little worried about the waist. But, if it isn’t too bad, we can fix it. Did you bring your shoes.”

“Yes ma’am.”, I said, “I’m still learning to walk in them.”

“You know. You even sound like a girl.”

“Thank you. We’ve been working on that too.”

“Well we need to see how this dress fits, and what we need to do. So, if you don’t mind, would you please remove your blouse and jeans.”

I looked over at Mrs. Monroe, Linda, and Sara. And, Sara smiled at me, and just nodded yes. I slowly started to unbutton my blouse, when Mrs. Shelby said, “If you’d be more comfortable. We could go to a changing room.”

“No. No.”, I replied, “It’ll be fine.”

I removed my clothes, and Mrs. Shelby helped me step into the dress. Then she had Sara bring my shoes over, and they helped me put them on. Sara stayed with me, since I was still a little wobbly in the shoes.

Mrs. Shelby then attempted to zip the dress up, but couldn’t. And she said, “This is what I was afraid of. Your waist is too thick. And, there isn’t enough material to let it out. The padded panty works for the hips, and her bust is good.”

I asked, “What can we do?”

“Have you ever worn a corset?”

“No ma’am. A waist cincher, but never a corset.”

“A waist cincher won’t work. I’m afraid that a corset might be the only way. And, with the one shoulder design, your bra can’t have straps, and that may be a problem with your forms. But, the correct corset might just do the trick.”

“The forms can be attached.”

“I see. Hmm. You know. Maybe. Just maybe. Let me make a call.”

Mrs. Shelby walked out of the room, and Sara said, “Brooke. Honey. That dress looks fantastic on you.”

“It does.”, Linda added.

“And, with those shoes on, you are one tall drink of water.”, Mrs. Monroe said.

I grinned. Then Mrs. Monroe asked, “Becka. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.”, I replied, “It upset me for a while, but I’m fine now.”

A few minutes later Mrs. Shelby was back, and said, “Becka. Would you be willing to try a corset?”

I looked at Sara, and said, “I guess. It couldn’t hurt to try it. But, it’s really up to Mrs. Monroe.”

Mrs. Monroe said, “Yes. We’ll try the corset.”

Then Mrs. Shelby said, “If it works, you would have to wear it whenever you wear the dress.”

I sighed, and said, “I know.”

Handing a piece of paper to Mrs. Monroe, Mrs Shelby said, “This shop is a very good foundation shop. They carry corsets, and if time permitted they could order a custom one. But, I gave them Becka’s measurements, and told them that we need to take four inches off of her waist and have something with a built in bra without straps. They said, that they just may have something in stock that will work. And, that four inches isn’t hard, but getting used to it a short time may be.”

“Four inches!”, I said.

“Yes. It’s doable. But, wearing the corset for the wedding and reception will take some getting used to.”

I looked at Mrs. Monroe, then Linda. Both of them were looking at me questioningly. I looked at Sara, she was giving me her sweet coy smile.

“I’ll try it.”, I said.

“Becka. Are you sure?”, Mrs. Monroe said.

“Mrs. Monroe, we’ve come this far. It’s for Linda. So, I’m willing to try.”

“Honey.”, Mrs. Shelby said, “If you do this, and can get down four inches in your waist, and be comfortable. Come back and see me, and we’ll check the dress.”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll be back.”

Shortly the four of us were pulling into a small strip plaza, and the biggest store was the foundation shop. Just looking at what was in the front window of the store had me wondering. When we walked in, a woman clerk came up to us, and asked, “Are you the ladies that Mrs. Shelby sent over.”

Mrs. Monroe said, “Yes we are.”

“Good. I’m Gretchen, the owner. Who is it that’s looking for the corset?”

I just held my hand up.

As she looked at me, she appeared puzzled, then she said, “My dear. Mrs. Shelby said that you were a boy. . . . You can’t be a boy.”

I quietly said, “I am.”

“Well. If you are. Mrs. Shelby said that we needed to take four inches off of your waist so that you can wear a bride’s maid dress. And, I think we maybe able to help you. I wish you had more than two weeks to get used to a corset. But, we’ll do what we can. Come with me.”

We followed her deeper into the store, and to a room that had nothing but very pretty corsets in it. Then Gretchen said, “Since you are so young, we won’t go with anything sexy. We actually have a very nice bridal corset. It’s heavily boned, made out of white satin, laces up the back, has six garters, and is an overbust corset. And, I think I have the size you need. She said that you have a thirty inch waist and need to be a twenty-six.”

She took a corset off a shelf, and showed it to us. And, said, “This corset could take you down to twenty-two inches, but you don’t have to tighten it that tight. Would you like to try it?”

I looked at Mrs. Monroe, and she asked me, “What do you think Becka?”

“It’s very pretty. It’s worth a try.”

Gretchen smiled, and said, “Come with me my dear. There isn’t room for more than the two of us in the changing room, so the rest of you feel free to look around.”

I followed the lady to the back of store and into a changing room. Gretchen then said, “Okay honey. You’ll need to undress down to your panties.”

I was about ready to panic, and I guess it showed on my face. Because Gretchen then said, “Honey. Don’t worry. Remember, Mrs. Shelby told me you were a boy, and that you had breast forms. Don’t worry we have men in here all the time.”

“You have men in here all the time?”, I asked.

“Oh yes. There a lot of men that like the feel of a good corset.”

I slowly undressed, and of course when I remove my bra, the forms came off with it. Then Gretchen shocked me when she said, “Honey. You should consider getting implants. It would be a lot better.”

That shocked me. And, I couldn’t think of anything to say.

She then showed me how to put the corset on. She unfastened what she called the busk, which was a set of what looked like metal loops and small posts, on opposite sides down the front of the corset. Then she loosened the ties at the back of the corset, took the corset, wrapped it around me, and fastened the busk. Then she adjusted it, so that it sat as it should on my body. She commented, that a man’s body is different than that of a women’s, and the corset will sit differently, and that a custom made corset would work better.

Gretchen then walked behind me and started tightening the laces. She started at the top and worked to the middle, then went to the bottom and worked to the middle. She kept working the laces, getting it tighter and tighter, and telling me what she was doing. It was getting tighter, but not bad.

Finally she stopped tightening it and tied off the laces. Then she measured my waist, and told me that she’d taken it in about two inches from my normal waist size. And, was going to stop there to allow me to get used to it, and let the other ladies see. I put my breast forms back in, and we went out on the sales floor, and found the others.

Sara saw me first, and said, “Becka, that is so cute. How does it feel?”

“Not bad.”, I replied, “But it’s not very tight yet.”

The other two walked over, and just loved the look. Mrs. Monroe said, “Becka. What do you think?”

“I kind of like it. It’s like a constant hug.”

Then looking at Gretchen, Mrs. Monroe asked, “So, this will work for her?”

“Yes.”, Gretchen said, “She’s down to about a twenty-eight inch waist, and it’s not that tight.”

“Well take it.”

“I think she’ll be very happy with it.” Then looking at me, Gretchen asked, “Honey. Are you going to be lacing yourself, or is someone going to help you?”

“Ah.”, I said, “Hopefully someone will help me.”

“I will.”, Sara said.

“Fine.”, Gretchen said, “Then let me show you the proper way to tighten a corset, and we’ll see if we can get her waist down to twenty-six inches.”

Gretchen had me turn around, and showed Sara how she had tied off the lacings. Then she had me raise my hands above my head, and said, “Having her raise her hands over her head makes it easier to tighten the lacings.”

Then she showed Sara how to tighten the lacings, starting at the top, and working to the middle, then working from the bottom towards the middle. Then she had Sara try it, and it felt as if she had gotten the idea, because I could feel the corset getting tighter and tighter. Finally she had Sara tie off the lacings.

I lowered my arms, and said, “That’s really tight. And, it’s hard to breath.”

“Just relax and it’ll get better.” Gretchen said,” And, breath using your chest.”

Then taking her tape measure, she measured my waist, and said, “Twenty-five inches. And, we didn’t even over tighten it. I think that Mrs. Shelby will be happy.”

Gretchen also told us how to care for the corset, and properly break it in. Plus, she told us that we should get a corset liner to help protect the corset when it was worn.

Then she said, “Lets go back to the dressing room, and we’ll get you out of the corset.”

I looked at Mrs. Monroe, and asked, “I thought we were going to go back and see Mrs. Shelby?”

“You really want to do that today Becka?”, Mrs. Monroe asked me.

“I figured that I have the corset on, and it doesn’t feel too bad. And, we’re out.”

“Sure honey.”

Sitting in the car was interesting, I had to sit very straight.

Then I thought about what Gretchen had said. Finally I said, “Why do people think that I’m going to do this all the time?”

“All the time?”, Sara asked.

“Gretchen. When we were back in the dressing room, and I was undressing. She saw my forms and said that I should get implants. And, Tammie, the girl at Ulta, said I should get electrolysis.”

Mrs. Monroe said, “You’re kidding me!”

“No. They did. Maybe they thought that I was living full time as a girl.”

“I guess.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re so pretty.”, Sara said, “And, they figured that you should be a girl.”

I just look at her, and said, “Not you too?”

“No. I want you the way you are.”

It wasn’t long until I was again standing on the platform again, and Mrs. Shelby was helping me into the dress and shoes. I felt the zipper go up without any problem. Mrs. Shelby then checked out everything, and said, “Becka. My dear. This dress looks fantastic on you.”

I looked over at the other three, and Linda was just grinning from ear to ear. Mrs. Monroe was just nodding yes. And, Sara said, “Girlfriend. You just rock that dress.”

Mrs. Shelby got down off the platform and walked to where the others were sitting, and said, “That is very, very nice. The corset was just what was needed. We only have a few minor things to do to the dress, and it will be perfect. And, I have to be honest, I never in a million years would have thought that a boy could look so good in a dress.”

I just smiled.

After Mrs. Shelby helped me remove the dress, Sara went with me to a small changing room and helped me out of the corset. As I finally undid the busk, I said, “That wasn’t bad. But, it feels so good to have it off. I can breath again.”

Later that day, Sara and I were at my house, and were sharing our experiences with my mother. And, when I told her about Gretchen telling me that I should get breast implants, she wasn’t happy and said that it was completely improper. My mother was really surprised about the corset, and we showed it to her, and she thought it was very pretty. Then she said, “Becka. With the corset having garter tabs, you’re going to have to get some nylons.”

“Nylons?”, I asked.

“Yes. The nylons will help keep the corset in place.”

“Okay. Something new learned.”

“Honey. Have you ever done anything with your leg hair?”

“No. But, I guess I should.”

“Yes. You really need to. Leg hair and nylons don’t go good together.”

“Can you help me.”

“Of course. How do you want to do it?”

“I was going to shave.”

“You’ll end up shaving every few days.”

“I know.”

“Want to do it just once between now and the wedding?”

“Maybe.”

“I have a really good girl that waxes my legs.”

“Doesn’t that hurt.”

“Yes. But, it’s worth it. I only have to do my legs every four to six weeks.”

I looked at Sara, she smiled at me, and said, “You’d be braver then I am.”

“I could call her and see if she could work you in tomorrow.”

“I’ll go with you.”

I sat there for a few seconds, then said, “Call her.”

My mother went and called her girl, and was back in a few minutes. And, she said, “I hope you two are ready for an early up tomorrow. She’s going to come in early. We have to be there at eight.”

“Eight!”, I said.

My mother grinned, and said, “Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to look beautiful.”

That evening when my father arrived home, I was in the kitchen helping mom with dinner. As he walked in, I looked at him, smiled, and said, “Hi daddy.”

He looked at me, shook his head, smiled, then said, “I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to seeing you looking and talking like a girl. But, hi honey. Did you have a good day?”

“A very interesting one.”

“I did too. I’ll tell you all about it at dinner.”

“Okay daddy.”

As he walked out of the kitchen, I asked my mother, “Is he really all right with all of this?”

“Yes honey. He is.”, my mother said, “We’ve talked more about it. And, he sees that you’re trying to help Linda. And, he’s accepted that you’re a cross-dresser. Realize, that with his job, that he’s seen almost everything.”

At dinner we talked about our days. I didn’t go into too much detail of what went on with me, I just hit the highlights.

Then my father dropped the bomb, as he said, “I thought this wasn’t going to happen for a few months. And, your mother was aware that this was going to happen, but Becka you weren’t. My boss, Rear Admiral Davis, was planning on retiring around the end of the year. But, has had to take an early medical retirement. So, do you think Peter can come back on Friday for a little while?”

What my dad had just hinted at hadn’t sunk in yet. I just looked at him a little puzzled. He finally grinned, and said, “Honey. I’m being promoted.”

Then it hit me, and I did something Peter would have never done. I got up, ran to where my dad was sitting, and gave him a big hug. Then I said, “Oh daddy. That’s wonderful.”

Then what I’d just done hit me. I pulled back, and said, “I’m sorry.”

“Honey. Sorry for what?”

“For hugging you like that.”

“But, I liked it. Besides, aren’t you Becka right now?”

“Yeah. I am, but . . . “

“No buts. Just be who you feel you are.”

“Daddy. I’m so happy for you.” Then something hit me. And, I asked, “Daddy. We aren’t going to be moving are we?”

“No honey. You’re stuck here in Washington.”

Then I asked, “Why Peter on Friday?”

“I’d like my regular family with me at the Navy Yard when I’m sworn in.”

“Will Richard be there?”

“No. I think that he’s on some kind of summer training, and probably can’t get away.”

I hugged him again. Then asked, “Does the Colonel know?”

“Yes. He’ll be moving into my old job.”

“Then Sara probably knows?”

“Probably not. Because it won’t be made public until Friday. But, if you want to tell her, you can. But, it goes no further unit after I’m sworn in.”

I went to run out of the house, but my mother said, “Young lady!”

I stopped, and looked at her. She pointed to the sink, and said, “Dishes.”

“Mom!”, I said.

“Young lady. Dishes first. Then you can tell Sara.”

 

 

 

Now, not only do I have a bride’s maid’s dress, but a corset. I thought it was all over when the dress maker found out that Becka was really a boy. But, in the end she was willing to fit me with the dress, as long as I could get four inches off my waist. That’s where the corset came in. But, that was a little unsettling too, when the lady at the corset shop told me that I should get breast implants. What next? Oh yeah. A leg waxing. And, of course my dad was getting promoted in the middle of all of this.

 

 
My sleep on Tuesday morning was interrupted when my mother knocked on my door, and said, “Rise and shine. You’ve got an eight o’clock appointment.”

I rolled over, looked at my clock, it was only six. Then I said, “Mom. It’s only six.”

“Get up. Or, I’m coming in there and opening you blinds.”

“I’m up. I’m up.”

Two hours later the three of us were walking into a salon. And, we were greeted by a girl, and mom introduced us. The girls name was Jackie. Then Jackie said, “Becka. This is going to take a little while. Mrs. Carter, there’s a nice restaurant down the street. You and your friend could get breakfast if you want. And, we’ll call you when we’re done.”

“Just how long will this take?”, I asked.

“It could take an hour or so.”

“An hour or more!?”, I asked.

“Yes. It may not take that long. But, we’re probably going to need to do more than your legs. And, I’ll have to look at you to see what we need to do.”

I looked at my mother and Sara, they both smiled, and my mother said, “We’ll see you a little later honey.”

I followed Jackie down a hall and into a room. There was a nicely padded table, a roll-a-round cart, some cabinets, and a couple of chairs. And, music playing. Jackie then said, “Becka. Your mother explained what you’re doing. I think it’s very nice, but also very strange for a boy to dress as a girl. And, even stranger, to be asked to be a bride’s maid. But, all in all, I think it’s cool.

“Now. We have men in here all the time being waxed, so I’ve seen it all. I want you to go into the bath room and completely undress, and you’ll find a robe to put on. Then come back out here, and we’ll see what we have to do.”

I was really nervous about being naked in front of her. But, I did as she asked. When I came back out, she said, “You may want to take your wig off too. That way it won’t get hurt.”

“You knew it was a wig?”, I asked.

“Yes. It’s a really good wig. But, also being a hair dresser, it was easy to spot.”

I removed the wig, and carefully set it on one of the cabinets.

Then Jackie, as she handed me a towel, said, “Take the robe off, hop up on the table, and lay on your back. And, here’s a towel to cover yourself.”

She went over to the roll-a-round cart, which put her back to me, and I did as she asked.

She walked back over to me, and said, “I use what’s call sugaring. It’s like waxing, but it’s an easier cleanup. All you need to do is take a shower after we’re done. And, what’s on your skin, will just wash off.”

Then she asked, “I know you’re going to be wearing a bride’s maid’s dress. What does it look like?”

“They called it a one shoulder dress. And it’s floor length.”

“Sounds cute. If it’s a one shoulder dress, then it probably doesn’t have sleeves.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Well then we need to do your underarms, unless you’re shaving them?”

“I’m not.”

“Okay.”

Then she looked at my arms. My chest. Then she had me roll over, and she looked at my back. When she was done, she said, “Well. You are a real blond. I don’t think we need to do your arms. But, with the type of dress you’ll be wearing, we don’t want any hair to show on your shoulders, back, or chest. You really don’t have much chest or back hair. So, what I’d like to do, if you agree, is your legs, underarms, back, and chest. Basically a full body wax, except for your arms. That way you will be nice and smooth. Is that okay?”

I took a deep breath, and just said, “Go for it.”

“Good. Now. What I’m going to do is spread the warm sugaring syrup onto an area, place a strip of cloth on it, rub it a couple times, and then quickly pull it off. And, I’ll be honest with you. It will hurt. But, believe it or not, it will get easier. Stay like you are and we’ll start with the back of your legs.”

She pulled the roll-a-round cart over next to me. Then said, “Ready?”

“Yeah. I guess.”, I said.

I laid there, and I felt her spread the warm syrup over my lower right leg. Then she places a cloth strip over it, rubbed it a few times, and then there was pain. I yelled. And, she said, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”, I said, “But, that really hurt.”

“Sorry. But, some times we have to go through a little pain to look pretty. Can I go on?”

“Sure.”

She continued to work, and she worked quickly. She finished the back of my legs, and the I felt her spread some on my butt. I was going to say something, but I figured that she had said, a full body wax, so why not.

My back must not have been too hairy, because it wasn’t long until she had me roll over onto my back. I used the towel to cover my self, she grinned at me, and said, “I promise that I won’t wax you there. Some people like it. But, I won’t unless you want me to.”

“I’ll pass.”, I said.

Then she started on the front of my legs. She worked up to my crotch and stopped. Then moved the towel, so that I was still covered, and continued up over my stomach and chest. I guess I didn’t have much hair there either, as part of the work she did she used the same strip over and over. She’d place it on me, rub it, and pull it off, the go to another spot and do the same thing. Every once in a while, she’d apply some syrup and use a new cloth strip.

When she was done with my chest, she carefully went over my shoulders. Then, she said, “Time for the underarms.”

Again, she quickly removed the hair from my underarms. And, she said, “All done.”

I sat up, looked down over my body, and saw my hairless legs. Like I said, they weren’t too hairy to start with, but now there wasn’t any hair. Then I looked at my arms, looked at Jackie, and said, “Do my arms.”

“You really don’t have to. They look fine for a girls.”, she said.

“I know. But, I look at my legs with no hair, then at my arms, and they look really hairy. And, you did say a full body wax.”

A few minutes later she had finished my arms. Then she said, “Go and take a shower. That will get all the sugaring off your skin. Then there’s some lotion in there, smooth it all over your body. It’ll help it recover from the sugaring. And, I’ll give you some more to take home before you leave”

After she walked out of the room, I called my mothers cell phone, she answered, and I said, “Hi mom.” . . . “Yeah. I’m all done. Just going to jump in the shower.” . . . “Yeah. She told me about the lotion.” . . . “See you in a few. Bye.”

I took my shower, and spread the lotion all over. It had a very feminine smell to it. I got dressed, put my wig on, and freshened my makeup. Then, as I waited for my mother and Sara, I chatted with Jackie a bit. I asked her, “How often do people get waxed like this?”

“Most women have it done about every four weeks.” she replied, “The skin is less sensitive if it’s done that often. And, over time, with regular waxing, the hair follicle have less grip, and come out easer. And, may even grow finer and thinner.

“You know. We should have done your eyebrows. We could have made them look really feminine.”

Just then my mother and Sara walked into the shop, and my mother asked, “So, Becka. How was it?”

“Painful. But, worth it.”, I replied.

As she paid the bill, she said, “A full body wax!?”

“Yes.”, Jackie said, “She decided to do it all.”

“All?”

“Well. Not quite all.”
 

 
Today I actually got to sleep in. What woke me up was hearing a car pull into the garage. I looked at my clock and it was a little after ten. I got up, threw on my short pink satin robe, and went to the kitchen. Mom was just setting some bags on the table, and I mumbled a, “Good morning.”

“Good morning sleepy head.”, my mother said with a smile.

“Where were you?”

“I had to get some things. And, I got you something.”

“What?”

“Nylons.”

“Nylons. Why?”

“To wear with the corset.”

“Oh yeah. You know. I’ve never tried nylons or pantyhose.”

“Really? You mean in all the dressing that you and Sara have done. She never had you try panty hose?”

“No. It just never came up. I’ve never seen her wear anything like that, except when she’s really dressed up. So, maybe she didn’t think about it either. Her mom got me some pantyhose for the wedding, but we’ve never tried them.”

“Well. I guess a lot of the young girls don’t wear them.”

I went back to the spare room, and brought Becka out. The special panty, a bra, my forms, the wigs, a pair of shorts, and a T-shirt. As I brushed the wig, I was, of course, looking at myself in the mirror. I thought, why are you doing this? Why do you like to do this so much? Why is everyone so accepting? Was I having second thoughts? That I could answer. No, I wasn’t.

I thought about the talk that Aunt Dorothy and I had. And, the more I thought about it, the more I knew she was right. I was transgendered. A cross-dresser. I just loved looking like a girl.

Was it my whole life? Right now, yes. Was it going to change? When the wedding was over, yes. Was I going to stop completely? No. I loved doing it too much to stop.

Then, looking at Becka in the mirror, I said out loud, “Becka. I love being you. But, I also love being myself. Why I’m worried about it? I don’t know. But, I shouldn’t be. The love of my life, loves it when I’m you. My parents, and even her’s, have accepted this part of me.”

I hadn’t heard Sara, but as I finished saying what I did, she walked up behind me. We looked at each other in the mirror. She put her hands on my shoulders, bent down and kissed my cheek. Then she said, “Peter. I love you. You’re my life. You’re so happy when you’re Becka. And, that makes me happy. You make a wonderful boyfriend and girlfriend. Don’t ever change.”

I stood up, turned around, she took my face in her hands, and kissed me. The kiss turned into a very deep, very long, kiss. When we broke the kiss, she said, “Your mother sent me to find you. Lunch is ready.”

“Did you hear everything I said?”, I asked.

With her cute little smile, she said. “Yes I did. And, I’m glad I did.”

Sara had come over for lunch, and as we ate I asked her, “Why haven’t we ever tried nylons?”

“I don’t know.”, Sara replied, “I don’t wear them much, and I never thought about it.”

“Mom got me some to use with the corset.”

“Well I guess you get to experience nylons starting today.”

After lunch, Sara and I headed back to the spare room, which I guess was now Becka’s room. Later we were going to a movie, then dinner afterwards as girlfriends. So, we had time to work on Becka’s learning to walk in heels, wearing the corset, and talking like a girl.

I stripped off everything but the special panties. Then Sara handed me a package of nylons, and said, “Here put these on.”

I took the package, and asked, “How?”

“You take them and roll them up like you do your socks. Then carefully work them up your leg. And, you can run them if you’re not careful. So, be very careful.”

I sat down, rolled them up like I do my socks, and worked the first one up my left leg. I don’t know what to say, other than, wow! The feeling was interesting. Very interesting. I ran my hands up and down my leg. And, I was glad I was wearing the special panty.

I then worked the other one up my right leg. When I was done, I looked at Sara, and asked, “Why don’t you wear these?”

“Well.”, she said, “I think my legs look really good without them. But, I am going to wear them for the wedding. With your legs, they actually look great without them, but there is something about seeing them in the nylons now. They actually look really good, and even sexy.”

Next, Sara laced me into the corset, and I think she liked to see how tight she can get it. When she measured my waist, it was twenty-five inches.

Then she said, “Well, fasten your garters.”

I just looked at her. She shook her head, then said, “Let me show you.”

Then as she fastened the one on the front of my right leg, she told me, “You put the rubber nub behind the stocking, and then you take the clip, put the rubber nub through the big hole and slide it down. Like that. Now you do one.”

I did the front one on my left leg, and she said, “Good girl. Now, do the others.”

I did the ones on the sides of each of my legs without much trouble. But the ones on the back, I just couldn’t figure out. I struggled with them for a little while. Then Sara said, “Here. I’ll help you.”

She fastened the garters on the backs of both of my legs. I took a couple of steps, looked at her, and said, “Now. That’s a different feeling.”

“What’s that?”

“The feeling of the garters pulling on the nylons as I walk.”

She just smiled. Then she said, “I was thinking of having you wear your shorts, but your garters would show. What the heck. We’re going to in be the house for a while. Put on your shorts.”

I did as she suggested, and put on a pair of shorts. And, she was right, the garters did show.

Then I got the heels out. Sat on the vanity’s bench and, slipped them on. I carefully stood up, and got my balance. Sara stood there and just stared at my legs. I finally asked her, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”, she said, “But, . . . But, you have one gorgeous pair of legs.”

“Gorgeous! You’re kidding me?”

“No I’m not. I’ve seen your bare legs before. But, there’s just something about seeing them in the nylons and with the heels.”

I carefully started walking around the room, close enough to something I could grab if I started having a problem. After a few minutes, Sara said, “Lets walk around the house, and see how you do.”

We walked down the hall to the main part of the house, and into the kitchen. My mom was on the phone, she glanced at us, and smiled. Then did a double take. Then said, “Becka. Girls don’t show their garters.”

Then she said into the phone, “Dorothy. I have something I have to do, let me call you back.”

“Sorry Mrs. Carter.”, Sara said, “It was my idea. I though it would be okay since we wouldn’t be going out until later.”

“Then it’s okay.”

But, my mother was giving me strange looks. So, I finally asked, “Mom. What’s wrong?

“Nothing.”, she said.

“Mom?”

“Your legs.”

“What about them?”

“I’ve never seen such pretty legs, except on a model.”

“Told you so.”, Sara added.

I just said, “Sorry.”

“Honey.”, my mother said, “Don’t be. It just surprised me. With those heels ,they just look so long and shapely.”

I grinned, and said, “I guess I’m just stuck with ‘em.”

We spent the next couple hours doing some things around the house with me in heels and wearing the corset. Sara made sure that I didn’t sit too much, but walked around. The longer I spent in the heels the better I felt. But, I was happy to get them off. I was surprised the corset wasn’t that bad. But, it did feel good taking it off. Also, my talking like a girl was getting better, thanks to Sara. If I said something like I shouldn’t, she’d correct me, and make repeat it a few times.

Sara had dinner with us, and as we were cleaning up, my mother asked, “Would it be all right if your Aunt Dorothy met Becka?”

“No problem. She knows all about it. Why?”

“She’s coming over for lunch tomorrow.”

 

 
Thursday, was just about the same as Wednesday, except I didn’t sleep in. And, Aunt Dorothy was coming for lunch.

Sara was over early, and I spent about three hours in the heels and corset. And, Sara worked with me on speaking like a girl.

Just before Noon, Sara and I were in Becka’s room removing the corset, and I heard the door bell. I figured that is was Aunt Dorothy. Sara asked, “Is it all right if I stay for lunch?”

“Sure.”, I replied, “I think mom was planning on it.”

After I was re-dressed in a pair of shorts, cute white top, and my wedges, I sat at the vanity, and redid my make up. Then Sara and I walked to the kitchen. My Aunt Dorothy saw us walk into the kitchen, looked at me, and smiled. Then said, “Jean. I didn’t know you had two daughters?”

“Well.”, my mother said, “Sara we’ve adopted, and Becka just appears from time to time.”

“I thought you told me that Becka was going to live here until after the Monroe wedding?”

“Yes, she is. She may even stay with us after the wedding.”

“Mother!”, I said, “Stop kidding around. You know I’m going back to being Peter”

“Sorry honey. We were just having some fun with you.”

“She even sounds like a girl.”, Aunt Dorothy said.

“Yes. Sara has really been working with her on that and a few other things.”

“You really look at Becka being a girl. Don’t you Jean?”

“Don’t you? I see a pretty girl standing there. She talks like an girl. Walks like a girl. And, even acts like a girl.”

“Some times she even acts like a blond girl.”, Sara added.

“Thanks girlfriend. I love you too.”, I said.

“Well Becka.”, Aunt Dorothy said, “I guess I was right about you. Wasn’t I? You are transgendered. Actually a cross-dresser. And, you’re really good at presenting as a girl. Not planning on staying this way. Are you?”

“No. Aunt Dorothy. I’m not. But, I do love looking this way. It feels good. And, it’s fun.”

“I see that you and Sara are still close. And, from what your mother tells me that it might be the real thing.”

I looked at Sara, and said, “Yeah. I think so.”

And, with her cute smile, Sara said, “Yeah. I think I’ll keep her.”

After lunch my mother left the three of us to talk. And, we spent the early afternoon doing just that. And, one of the things I asked Aunt Dorothy was, “Why has everyone been so accepting of me doing this? I’ve read that guys have been beaten up, and worse, for dressing like a girl. And, that scares me.”

“Well honey.”, Aunt Dorothy said, “There is just something about you that says girl. I think, that people that you don’t know and see you, actually see a girl. And, the people that know you as Peter, first see that you’re trying to help someone, and then they also see you as this girl.

“And, I’m thinking that Sara has been a really good teacher. I’ll almost bet, that even when you first started to dress with her, that she treated you as a girl. You grew up together, and when you played dress up, she taught you to be a girl. And, when you’re Becka, you are a girl. And, when you’re Peter, you are a boy.

“Just be careful. There are some people, if they find out about you, that will react in a nasty way. It may only be verbally, but if could also be physical.

“But, the support that you receive, not only from Sara, but from your family and Sara’s family, is the best thing you have going for you. And, you couldn’t ask for more.”

“Now, Sara. I know you’ve been wondering why you like Peter to be Becka. Haven’t you?”

“I have.”, Sara replied.

“Well. I don’t really have an answer for you. But, some things to think about until we can really sit and talk about it. Neither of you have ever had or ever wanted to have another love interest. You’ve found who you want. I know your parents don’t want to hear that, but I think it’s true. And, why that’s happened, I don’t think anyone can answer. It just has.

“Sara you could be bisexual, and you would really have the best of both worlds in Peter and Becka. A good looking fun loving boyfriend, and a very pretty fun loving girlfriend. But, I just don’t think that you are bisexual.

“Then, you have been helping Peter dress as a girl since you were eleven. You’ve had fun with it, and you’ve seen both sides of him. That he has a masculine side and feminine side. And, you like what you see. You have fun with both of them.

“Then there is this thing between the two of you. I think that both of you know that you belong together. That there is a special connection between you. And, you’re willing to accept anything about the other one. And, you’ve accepted Peter’s feminine side. Probably better then anyone.

“That’s about all that I can tell you. I know it’s not much, but it’s all I know. Sara, I just hope I haven’t confused you, but given you some things to think about.”

“No Aunt Dorothy.”, Sara said, “You’ve given me some interesting things to think about.”

Aunt Dorothy smiled, “Aunt Dorothy? You already consider yourself as part of this family. Cute.”

“I’m sorry. But, that’s all I’ve ever heard anyone call you.”

“That all right honey. I truly believe that one day you will be part of this family.”

We talked a little more, then as Aunt Dorothy was leaving, she said, “Kids. The more I talk with you, the more I want to get to know the two of you better. You are a very interesting couple. I would really like to find out what makes your relationship work the way it does.”

I looked at Sara, then said, “Maybe after this wedding is over.”

“And Becka, it’s just been amazed watching you this afternoon. You are so at ease being a girl. It’s just like you were born one.”

After Aunt Dorothy had left, I looked at Sara, and said, “Hmm. Bisexual huh?”

“Maybe.”, Sara said, with a gleam in those pretty green eyes of hers, “But, only if it’s with you.”

Sara and I had dinner with her parents and Linda. And, Sara talked her dad into dancing with me. The dancing was a little awkward at first. Me getting used to being led, rather than leading. But, after we’d danced for about a half an hour, I was getting it. We danced for another half an hour, and I actually started feeling comfortable dancing as a girl. And, I figured that if I could do it another couple of times, that I’d be ready for the wedding.

It was a nice night, so Sara and I spent the rest of the evening cuddled on the patio talking.

 

 

 

What a week. I guess I’m really getting into being Becka. I've dressed as a girl ever day. I've had a complete body waxing. I didn’t have that much body hair to start with, but feeling my hairless body when I take a shower is very interesting. Nylons and a corset are also an interesting combination. And, I really like it. Sara and I also had another long talk with my Aunt Dorothy that was very interesting. What will the rest of the week bring? I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

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Friday when I got up, I started to dress as Becka, but remembered what today was. So, it was Peter today. It had only been a week, but it felt funny dressing in my boy clothes again. After breakfast we all got dressed, me in a suit and tie with dress shoes, my mother in a really pretty pants suit, and my dad in his full dress uniform.

At nine o’clock, a limousine pulled up in front of the house. A Marine if full dress uniform, was driving. As we walked out of the house, the Marine opened the rear car door for us, came to attention, and saluted my dad. And, my dad returned the salute. The Marine then helped my mother into the car, then my dad got in, then me. As we drove past the Monroe’s house I saw the four of them coming out of the house, and getting into their car.

We drove to the Navy Yard and to the main administrative building. As we were walking into the building, I saw a black limousine, with a police motorcycle escort, and a couple of black SUV’s following it, pull up. We went into the building and to an auditorium. There was a number of naval officers there, some were high ranking, like four star high ranking. Also, a bunch of civilians, and a number of guys in black suits.

My mom, dad, and I were seated on the stage, with a number of high ranking officers, and some guys in suits. I wasn’t sure who all of these people were. I saw Sara and her family come in, she smiled and waved at me. Then one of the guys, in a black suit, walked onto the stage carrying something, and placed it on the front of the podium. I was able to see it, and it said, “Vice President of the United States”. I don’t know why, but I got a knot in my stomach.

Finally, the Vice President walked onto the stage and took a seat. I won’t bore you with all the details, but after all the speeches, from not only the Vice President, but the Secretary of the Navy, and a high ranking Admiral, my mother removed the eagles from my dad’s uniform, and pinned the single stars on it.

There was a lot of hand shaking, and congratulations offered to my dad. I even shook the Vice President’s hand. Then, I had to go and find Sara. When I found her, she was with her mother and sister. Sara gave me a big hug. Her dad had already gone up on the stage to see my dad. And, we just hung together until things settled down. Then we walked back up on the stage, and to where my mother and father were. Sara’s mother and Linda congratulated my dad, and Sara gave him a big hug.

Then we had a big surprise. I saw someone in fatigues walk onto the stage, walk over to my dad, and salute him. My dad returned the salute, and then they hugged. It was my brother, Richard. My dad started introducing him to everyone that was there.

Sara and I walked over to my father and brother. I tapped Richard on the shoulder, and said, “Hi bro.”

We shook hands. And, he said, “Long time no see Peter. And, I see that you somehow still get the pretty girls. Wait. It’s Sara right?”

“Yes Richard.”, Sara said, “It Sara.”

“And, you’re still hanging with this geek.”

Sara took a hold of my arm, and said, “More than hanging.”

“Oh. I see. A real girlfriend.”

With a gleam in those green eyes of hers, Sara said, “More than a boyfriend.”

Richard looked at me, and said, “Bro. You are one lucky bastard. She’s really one good looking girl.”

“I know I’m lucky. She’s not only very pretty, but she’s also a wonderful person. How did you get here?”

“I was on summer training, and my unit commander called me in yesterday. And said, ‘I don’t know who you know. But, the Secretary of the Navy has requested that you attend a ceremony in Washington tomorrow. There will be a plane here early tomorrow to fly you there.’ I do have to go back later today.”

“That’s so cool.”

My dad who was still standing with us said, and said, “Richard. I hope that won’t get you in hot water.”

“I don’t think it will.”

Someone that was standing close enough to hear the exchange walked up to my dad, put his hand on his shoulder, my dad looked at him, and the man said, “Hank. I knew you had a son at West Point, so I pulled some strings to have him here. I hope you don’t mind. And, if there is a problem, just let me know.”

“Thank you sir. I will.”, my father said.

I had just met this man, so I knew who this was, and I think Sara did too. Because when I looked at her, her eyes were as big as saucers. My brother asked my dad, “Dad. Was that . . . ?”

Very matter-of-factly my father said. “Yes. The Secretary of the Navy.”

All my brother could say was, “Oh.”

Richard and Sara rode with us back to the house in the limousine, and we then had a nice lunch with him, before we took him, to the Naval Air Facility Washington at Andrews Air Force Base, to catch his flight back. Now, a normal family would just pile into the family car, and drive to the airport. Not this family, at least not now, my dad made a phone call, and fifteen minutes later a car, again a limousine, with a Marine driver pulled up in front of the house.

When we pulled up to the front gate of the Naval Air Facility, the guard on duty, after my dad explained who we were and why we were there, made a phone call. And, very quickly two Shore Patrol officers, in a jeep, showed up and escorted us right to the flight line and the airplane that was taking Richard back.

The four of us saw Richard off. He and I had a chance for a quick talk, and he said, “Don’t lose that girl. She’s special.”

“I know. She’s really special.”, I replied.

“What’s with the earrings?”

I thought quickly, and said, “Sara thought it would be cute.”

“I bet dad went crazy?”

“You know it.”

“You really do like her. Don’t you?”

“More than like.”

Then we hugged. He gave Sara a hug too, and they exchanged some words, but I couldn’t hear what it was.

When we were back at the house, Sara and I went and found Becka. Again with the corset, nylons, and heels. This time no shorts, but a pair of skinny jeans, which showed my garter tabs, and my rust colored peasant blouse. I love this look, the heels, tight jeans, and peasant blouse. But, I think a pair of black heels would look better.

Later I asked Sara, what my brother has said, and with her cute, coy, smile, said, “Oh nothing.”

I knew she wasn’t going to tell me, so I dropped it.

My dad had taken the rest of the day off. And, as Sara and I were in the kitchen doing some things for my mom, my dad walked in. I said, “Hi daddy. A big day. Huh?”

“It sure was princess.”, he said, “Seeing your brother made it a lot better.”

“It was good seeing him.”

He stood there looking at me, then said, “Becka. You’re as tall as I am.”

He’s five-eleven, and I’m five-eight in stocking feet. But, the heels make me six feet tall. I smiled, and said, “It’s the heels that I’m learning to walk in. They make me about six feet tall.”

“You’re not wearing those for the wedding. Are you?”

“Yes. That’s what we’re all wearing, but just for the wedding. Then we’re switching to flats for the reception.”

With a smile, he said, “Good thing. It’s hard to dance with a girl taller then you are.”

“Want to try dancing with her Admiral?”, Sara asked.

“That still sounds funny.”, he said,

“What’s that?”, I asked.

“Being called Admiral. You know something Sara. Why don’t you just call me dad.”

We both looked at him, and Sara said, “Really?”

“Sure. You’re over here a lot. And, you’re like a daughter to me.”, then looking at me with a smile on his face, my dad said, “Maybe I have two daughters.”

“Okay. Dad. I’ll find some good music on the radio. And, why don’t you try dancing with Becka?”

Sara found some nice music to dance to, and dad and I tried slow dancing together. And, actually it went fairly well after a few slip ups when I tried to lead. My mom came into the kitchen, and watched us.

We quit after a few songs, and my dad said, “You’ve really learned to dance like a girl.”

Then my mother said, “Yes she has. And, Becka, you haven’t been wearing those shoes that long, and you’ve gotten good.”

With a smile at Sara, I said, “Thanks. Sara has been a real task master.”

With her hands on her hips, Sara said, “So, I’m a task master. Well, go and get out of those shoes and corset. I want to go to that mall.”

As I started to walk out of the kitchen, with a grin, I replied, “Yes master.”

“That’s mistress to you.”

And, she followed me down the hall to Becka’s room. As I closed the door behind me, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and we kissed. After we broke the kiss, I changed clothes, and we headed to the mall. We walked around, window shopping for a while, then got something to drink at the food court.

I didn’t see it coming, but Sara did. Two boys walked up to us, and started trying to pick us up. I wasn’t happy about it, and I didn’t think Sara was either. She finally asked me, “Becka do you like boys?”

Being honest, I replied, “No. I only like girls.”

“Me too.”, then looking at the boys, she added, “You see boys. We only like girls, and we are committed to each other.”

The two boys just left. I looked at her, and said, “So, you only like girls and we’re committed to each other?”

“Sure lover.”, she said, “I only like girls like you. Plus I’m really committed to us. In fact I’ve been meaning to get you something,”

“What?”

She got up, took my hand, and led me down the mall to a jewelry store. We started looking in the cases, until a clerk walked up and asked if she could help us. Sara told her that we were looking for commitment rings. She smiled at us, and took us over to a case that had some pretty rings in it. I saw one right off that I loved, but I didn’t say anything. I just let Sara look.

Finally she had the girl take a few of the rings out of the case, so that she could look at them. One of the ones that she pick was the one I liked. Finally Sara asked me, “Which one do you like?”

“Oh.”, I said, “It’s one of the ones you picked. But, I’m not telling.”

“You’re a brat.”

I just smiled. And, the clerk grinned, as she said, “We have duplicates of most of those. So, you could each wear the same one.”

“How do you know that we’re committed to each other?”

“Your body language. The way you look at each other. Plus, I’m in a committed relationship with a girl too.”

“Really.”

“And, you two make a very cute couple.”

Sara narrowed her choice to three rings, one of which was my choice. She looked at me, and asked, “Is your choice one of these three?”

“Yes.”, I replied.

“And, you’re not going to tell me which one. Are you?”

“No I’m not.”

She picked one up, looked at it, set it down, picked up the next, and set it down. Then she picked up the last one, and said, “It’s this one. Isn’t it?”

She had picked my choice. I grinned, and said, “Yes.”

Sara asked the clerk, “Do you have two of these?”

“I think we do.”, she said, “Let me measure your fingers and see what sizes we have.”

After she measured our fingers, she disappeared into the back room, and was quickly back with four boxes. We tried the rings on, the first one that Sara tried fit her, the second one I tried fit me. We took them off. Sara paid for mine, and I paid for hers.

We then drove over to the park that we really like, the one where Richard’s party was, and we walked along the same path that we had when Sara had come back from Germany. We stopped at the bench by the small pond, and sat.

She cuddled up to me, I pulled her close, then she asked, “Do you mind if I call you Peter right now?”

“You can call me anything that you want to.” I replied.

She turned so that she could look at me, and said, “Peter. I love you so much. I never want to be apart again. This ring shows my commitment to you and to our love.”

She slipped the ring onto my left ring finger. And, kissed me.

I took the other ring, slipped it on her left ring finger, and said, “Sara. I’ve loved you for longer that I can remember. You are a very special person. And, I agree, I never want to be separated again.”

We kissed again, a nice long kiss. Then we looked at the identical rings. The band was gold and there were three interlocked hearts, two in silver, and the middle one in gold with diamond accents.

We finished the walk around the loop trail, then went to her house, and visited with her parents and Linda. Linda was the first to spot the rings, and said, “I love your rings.”

Sara’s mom said, “What rings?”

Sara held up her left hand, and showed her mom and dad the ring, and said, “We got hit on at the mall today, and neither of us liked it. So, we decided to get these.”

“What are they?”

“Commitment rings.”

“I see. So, you’re really telling us something too. Aren’t you?”

“Yeah. I guess we are. But, I think that you’ve known that for a long time. So, I guess we’re just making it official.”

Linda then asked, “Three hearts?”

“Peter, me, and Becka.”

The Colonel looked at her, and said, “This is a strange relationship. Isn’t it?”

“Daddy. Is it too strange?”

“No honey. It’s your choice. And, your life. Also, we do know how you two feel about each other. And, we love both of you.”

When I got back home, I walked in the kitchen door, and froze in my tracks. There sat my mother and my brother, Richard.

Richard looked at me, and said, “Is this Becka? The little sister that I didn’t know I had.”

I didn’t or couldn’t say anything.

“What’s wrong, Becka!?”, Richard asked, with an emphasis on Becka.

“Honey.”, my mother said, “I knew you were at Sara’s dressed as Becka, and he’d see you when you got home. So, Richard and I had a talk, and I told him all about you.”

“What . . . What, are you doing home?”, I asked.

“Why are you dressed as a girl!?”, Richard asked.

I started to cry. Then Richard said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you cry. I just wanted to know why my little brother was now looking more like my little sister?”

“Honey.”, my mother said, “Why don’t you sit down.”

I walked over to the table and sat. I couldn’t look at Richard, so I looked down at the table.

Richard then said, “To answer your question. Right after we took off, the pilots learned that the storms in the area where we were going, had gotten really bad. We knew that there were storms in that area, but when took off they weren’t expected to become bad, but quickly did. So, it was decided to return to Washington. I talked to my commanding officer, and he confirmed that the weather was very bad. And, he extended my leave until tomorrow.

“Now, Peter, tell me why you are sitting here looking like a girl.”

I looked up at my mother, and she said, “Honey. I’ve told Richard everything. He just wants to hear it from you.”

My dad had just walked into the kitchen, and he sat down with us. I looked at Richard, took a deep breath, and said, “I . . . I . . . I just like doing this. I’ve done it for a long time. And, I can’t stop. It’s part of me.”

“And, you’re going to be doing this thing for Linda Monroe’s wedding? And, at West Point?”

“Yes.”

“This is just so wrong! I have a brother, not a sister. I don’t want to see you dressed as a girl ever again.”

He hadn’t yelled, but had said it in a very forceful way. My tears started, I got up, and ran to my bedroom. I heard my dad start to talk to Richard, but not what was said. When I got to my bedroom, I fell on my bed and just cried.

Seconds later my mother was sitting next to me, stroking my back. I was crying my eyes out. I heard her pick up the phone by the bed, and make a call. She asked to speak to Sara. Then I heard her tell Sara what had happened, and as she was hanging up, she said, “I’ll meet you at the front door.”

She got up, and told me that she’d be right back. And, she was, with Sara. Sara sat down next to me, I felt her hand touch me. I looked at her, sat up, and we just held each other. I heard the door close as my mother walked out of my room.

Sara just held me and tried to calm me down. She said, “Honey. Try to relax. It’ll be fine.”

“No, it won’t.”, I said, “He . . . He . . . He hates me.”

“No honey. He doesn’t hate you. He just doesn’t understand you. It was a shock to him. Give him a chance.”

“I love him. I don’t want him to hate me. He thinks I’m a freak.”

“Honey. No. Really he doesn’t hate you. And, you are not a freak.”

I continued to cry as she held me. Finally I calmed down, and laid back down. She bent down, gave me a quick kiss, and said, “I love you.”

I got out an, “I love you too.”

Then she got up, bent down, kissed me again, and said, “I’ll be right back.” And, she walked out of the room.

I don’t know how long she was gone, but I cried the whole time she was gone. I didn’t hear her come back in the room, but I felt her sit down on the bed, touch my back, and say, “Honey. Your mother and father were having a real heart to heart talk with your brother. I shouldn’t have, but I stood outside the door to the kitchen and listened for a while. What Richard said, was that he does love you, but just doesn’t understand why your doing this, and never wants to see you dressed as a girl.”

I looked up at her, and said, “He won’t have to. I’m never going to dress like a girl again.”

“Honey. You knew that some people would never understand or accept you dressing as a girl.”

“But, he’s my brother?”

“I know. And, that makes it harder for you. Just realize that he’s known you as Peter all of his life, and now he sees you dressed, and looking like a girl. It was a shock to him, and to his belief as to what things should be.

“Honey. You are who you are. You are who I love. I don’t like seeing you hurt. But, we both knew it could happen at any time. We were lucky that our dads, even though they are both military, looked at this with an open mind. They see you for who you are. And, I think understand.

“And, maybe at some point your brother may see this as just a part of you.”

I looked up at Sara, and said, “God I love you.”

There was a soft knock on the door, and Sara said, “Yes.”

“Can I come in?”, my mother asked.

“Sure.”

My mother opened the door, walked in, closed the door, and asked. “Is he all right?”

“Better. I think. We just had a talk.”

Feeling a little better, I said, “And, Sara did all the talking.”

My mother smiled a little, and said, “Honey. Your father and I had a long talk with Richard. And, it came down to that he loves Peter as his brother, but never wants to see you dressed as a girl again.”

“He won’t. . . . If I hadn’t promised Linda that I’d do the wedding, I’d stop right now.”

“Honey.”, my mother said, “What did your Aunt Dorothy tell you? She told you that this was part of you. Do you think you’re going to be able to stop?”

“Peter.”, Sara said, “Honey. Really think about this. It may do more damage to you trying to stop. Think really hard about this before you try to stop.”

As my mother was walking out of my room, she said, “Your father is taking Richard, early tomorrow, to catch his flight. So, if you want to say good bye to him, you’ll need to be up early.”

I didn’t say anything. My mother, as she was closing the door, said, “I’ll leave you kids alone.”

Sara looked at me, and said, “You’ve had a rough day. You need a good night’s sleep, and you will feel better tomorrow. I’m going to go, and let you get to bed.”

She bent down and gave me a nice kiss, then said, “Just remember. That I love you very much. And, whatever you decide, I’ll stand with you on it.”

I smiled at her, and said, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I pray to God that you’ll never have to find out. Because, I’d be lost without you too.”

“I love you.”

We kissed again, and then she got up, and said “I love you too.”
 

 
The last thing I remembered was Sara walking out my bedroom door, and now the sun was streaming through my window. I looked at the clock, and it was after nine. I don’t remember falling asleep, but it had to have been as soon as Sara had left. I guess Richard had left this morning.

I got out of bed, went into the bathroom, and looked at myself in the mirror. I was still fully dressed, and I’d fallen asleep with my makeup still on, as well as my wig. My face was a mess, because of all the tears last night. I took my wig off, and spent a long time cleaning the mess off my face. Then I took a long hot shower.

While I was in the shower, I was thinking. One thing finally brought a smile to my face, that girl really knows me. And, loves me. Then I thought about Linda and the wedding next Saturday, and something inside me told me that I could do this. That I could be Becka until the wedding, and then we’ll see what happens.

After my shower, without hesitation I got dressed as Becka. But, it took me a little while to get the wig looking good again. I guess I shouldn’t sleep in it.

As I walked into the kitchen, my mother and Sara were sitting there. My mother saw me first, and said, “Well good morning Becka. Sleep well.”

Sara turned around, and just smiled. And, I said, “I guess. I feel asleep in my clothes.”

“Sit down, and I’ll make you some breakfast.”

I sat next to Sara, and she just smiled at me. Finally she asked, “Felling better?”

“A little.”, I said.

“Good. You had me worried last night.”

“Sorry. But, just having you here helped.”

“Thanks.”

I know that Sara and my mother had probably had a good talk this morning. But, I wasn’t going to ask.

Neither Sara nor my mother said anything about yesterday. And, I'm glad. I didn't want to talk about it. I just wanted to try and forget it. I know that might not be the best way. But, after what Sara and I had talked about last night, I was all right. At least for now.

I’m glad that this weekend was basically going to be laid back. After the past week, and especially Friday night, I needed to just relax. No corset or high heels.

After the very late breakfast, Sara and I did something we hadn’t done in a long time. We went to the zoo, and actually had a great time. Then Sara stayed for dinner. And, she talked my dad into dancing with me some more. Then we spent the evening cuddled up on the patio.

I had promised Sara that on Sunday morning that I’d do something that I’ve never done with her, go to church. I was up early, and got fairly dressed up. I cute skirt and blouse outfit. Pantyhose for the first time. I figured that I might as well get some use out of them. And, my wedges. I did my makeup in a very nice subdued way. My hair was down and brushed into a nice feminine style.

I walked over to Sara’s house, and I rode with her family to church. I’d been to a Catholic church a couple of times for weddings and a funeral. But, this was the first time that I’d been to a regular Catholic mass. It was interesting.

After the service was over. We walked outside with Linda, as Sara’s parents talked with some people. As we stood around waiting for them, Sara asked me, “Did you like the service?”

“It was okay.”, I replied.

“Going to do it with me every Sunday?”

“Why?”

“Because, I’d like that.”

I just looked at her and smiled..

The rest of the day was almost like Saturday was. We did go to the park for a walk. And, as we walked past the small pond, we saw the eagles. And, we stopped to watch them. We continued walking hand in hand, and took a side trail that went further into the park. We came across a clearing, and saw a couple deer. We stood there and watched them until they ran off.

That night we had dinner with her family, and just chilled out. But, at dinner, I asked Linda, “Do you think that we can do this without the other girls finding out about me?”

Linda asked, “Why?”

“I just think that the less people that know about this the better it will be.”

“Well. They all know that I did find another girl, Rebecca Carter, who is a friend of Sara’s. They’ve planned a bachelorette party for me on the Friday night before the wedding. But, you and Sara can’t go. You’re too young. We’re getting together, before the wedding, on Saturday to have our hair and makeup done.”

Mrs. Monroe then said, “Honey, we may be able to have one of the hairdressers come to your room.”

“Wait a minute.”, I said, “Lets just tell them and see what happens.”

“Are you sure?”, Sara asked.

“Yeah. I think doing my hair in the room will be too much. And, maybe if they know it’ll be all right.”

“Well.”, Linda said, “We’re all picking up our dresses tomorrow. And, then getting together here after dinner. Maybe that would be a good time.”

Mrs. Monroe saw the worried look on my face, and said, “Becka. Don’t worry everything will be fine.”

I looked at Mrs. Monroe, and said, “I’m just so worried that this whole thing is going to fall apart. And, if it does, it will be all my fault.”

I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. Linda said, “Becka. Don’t cry. These girls are all young, and open minded. You’ll see. It’ll be all right.”

Between sobs, I said, “I really hope so.”

I felt Sara touch my hand, and she said, “It will. I have a good feeling about this.”

Sara then stood up, took my hand, and led me towards the patio. As we walked out of the kitchen I heard Sara’s dad say, “She’s very sensitive. Isn’t she.”

Sara and I sat down on the big swing on the patio, and just cuddled. Nothing was said for a long time, until I said, “I’m sorry that I’m this way. Why can’t I be normal?”

“Honey.”, Sara said, “What’s normal? Nothing. Everyone is different. Look at me. I love a guy that can look as good as a girl as I do. If not better. Look at some of our friends that are gay or lesbians. We accept them for who they are.

“From talking with your aunt, we know that there are a lot of guys that like to dress as girls. Some in complete privacy. Some not. You’re one that has chosen to enjoy your feminine side. And, to help someone while you do. And, that’s exposed a side of you that you wanted to keep between us.

“You’re afraid of what people might think of you. Like Linda said, these girls are all young and open minded. And, tomorrow, we’ll introduce Becka to them and I think you’ll be surprised.”

I looked at her, and said, “You understand me better than I do myself. And, I really hope you’re right about this.”

“I really think I am.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too sweetheart.”

And, we kissed.

 

 

 
Last week was really a roller coaster. On Saturday when I woke up I was a typical geeky boy. And, now I look more like a pretty teenaged girl. I even talk like a girl, act like a girl, and walk like a girl. Being a cross-dresser at heart, I was in heaven. And, everyone in my family and my girlfriend’s family accept this. That’s everyone in my family except for my brother. And, that was a major downer.

I’m also going to be a bride’s maid in my girlfriend Sara’s sister’s wedding. A very big wedding. This was all because one of the bride’s maids had backed out at the last minute, and they couldn’t find anyone to fill in. But, me.

Well, lets see where this goes.

 

I guess the talk that Sara and I had helped me, because I actually slept really well, and was up early on Monday morning. And, I felt good. We were going to pick up the dresses after lunch. But, my taskmaster was coming over this morning, so it would be heels, nylons, and corset for a while. Plus, I’d have to wear the corset to pick up the dress, as this would be the final fitting.

I threw Becka together fairly quickly, just the wig, and my pink silk robe over my baby doll PJ’s. And, just as I was walking to the kitchen, my dad was leaving for work. I walked up to him, gave him a hug, and said, “Have a good day Admiral.”

“Honey.”, he said with a smile, “I like daddy from you a lot better.”

I smiled, and said, “Okay. Daddy. Have a good day.” And, I actually kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you princess. You too.”

Rather than walking towards the garage to take his car, he opened the front door. As he did, I looked out the door, and there was a car with a Marine, in fatigues with a sidearm, holding the back door open. I looked at my dad, and said, “A car and driver?”

He grinned and said, “It goes with the job, princess. He’s my assigned driver. He’ll pick me up every morning and bring me home every night.”

I learned much later, that this Marine was more than a driver, he was like a body guard, he was also trained in tactical driving. Just what does dad do?

I walked into the kitchen, and my mother said, “Honey. You have become such a girl.”

All I could say was, “Huh!”

“Giving your dad a kiss on the cheek.”

“Yeah. I know. But, when I’m Becka it’s the way I feel. And, it was your idea for me to live two weeks this way before the wedding.”

“I know. But, I didn’t realize just how it would effect you. How did you feel Friday when you were back to being Peter?”

“Like myself. Like a guy. Like my geeky self.”

She just shook her head.

Then I asked her, “Mom. What does daddy do?”

“Honey.”, she said, “I know very little about what he does. But, I do know that it’s very important. And, whoever is the head of his department, no matter what branch of the service they are in, reports higher up then any military office. Someday we may know, but don’t hold your breath.”

Sara was over an hour later, and as we walked into Becka’s room, she looked at me, and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Why?”, I replied.

“Liar. Remember that we can sense things about each other. That’s how I knew which ring you liked.”

“Yeah.”

“And, girlfriend, this girl knows something is really bothering you.”

“Yeah. I guess. My dad’s getting picked every day by a Marine, and he’s armed. I’m just kind of worried about it. And, I have no idea what my dad does.”

“Honey. I know. I don’t know anything about my dad’s job either. Other than he works at the Pentagon, and with your dad.

“The other day, when we were going to the Naval Yard for your father’s swearing in, my dad made the comment that he was very happy that your dad got the promotion and job. That he was the best man for the job.

“Now. Relax everything will be okay.” And, she gave me a very sweet kiss.

“I guess you’re right”, I said, “But, it still bothers me.”

Then it was into the corset, with the nylons, and heels again. And, after the first few minutes being in the heels, Sara said, “Girlfriend. You’ve learned to walk in those heels really well. I think you’re going to do just fine at the wedding.”

“You think?”, I asked.

“Yes I do.”

My mother figured that since we were going to be hanging around the house this morning that we needed to help with some of the household chores, so she had us doing the laundry. Not really a way to spend time with your girlfriend. But, we made it fun. And, have you ever done laundry in four inch heels and a corset? It’s interesting.

Then after lunch Sara and I drove over to the bridal shop and Mrs. Shelby. Mrs. Shelby and one of her assistants worked with us to be sure that the dresses were just right. Sara was the first to try her dress on, and as she usually does when she dresses up, she looked wonderful. You could just barely see her shoes under the hem of the dress, and Sara was actually wearing heels. And, Mrs. Shelby was very happy as to how she looked in it.

Now, it was my turn. I carried my bag with my shoes in it, as we went back to the changing room. I took off my jeans and top, and Mrs. Shelby asked, “Good. I see you have the corset on, have you been wearing it.”

“Yes.”, I replied, “Almost every day.”

“Then this dress should fit you just fine. And, you shouldn’t have a problem wearing the corset for as long as you need to.”

They helped me step into the dress, and Mrs. Shelby zipped it up without a problem. Then she set the shoes on the floor, and I stepped into them. Then she asked, “Can you walk in those now?”

“Yes. I’ve been practicing with them.”

And, we walked out to the dressing room to where Sara was, and Mrs. Shelby had me step up on the platform. Then she went over the dress, stood back, and said, “Very nice. The changers that we made to the dress, have made it fit you perfectly. This dress looks very nice on you, even though you’re a boy.”

I caught a strange look from her assistant.

Then Mrs. Shelby, after a good look at me, said, “Didn’t you tell me that your breast forms could be attached?”

“Yes. I think they can.”, I replied.

“You may want to do that just in case.”

“In case of what?”

“You don’t want them falling out.”

“No I don’t. I’ll look into it.”

Then to her assistant she said, “Take her back and help her change.”

I went back to the changing room with the assistant, and as she closed the door, she asked, “Are you the boy that’s filling in as a bride’s maid?”

“Ah. . . . Yes. Why?”, I replied.

“My God. I would never have known. Mrs. Shelby had talked about you after you were in here the last time, and what you’re doing. It’s a fantastic thing.”

“Thanks. I just hope I get through it.”

“There’s no reason that you shouldn’t. And, I wouldn’t have known if Mrs. Shelby hadn’t mentioned it. I noticed the forms, but a lot of girls use them, as well as the padded panty.”

“Thanks.”

We walked back out to where Sara and Mrs. Shelby were, and she said, “Everything looks just wonderful. I just know that the wedding will be wonderful.”

We thanked Mrs. Shelby for everything, carefully placed our dresses in the car, and headed back to Sara’s house with our dresses. When we walked in, Mrs. Monroe asked me, “Becka would you like to go with us on Thursday to West Point? It would give Sara some company.”

“I was going to come with my parents on Friday.” I said, “But, sure.”

Looking first at Sara and then at me, Mrs. Monroe said, “Now. We only have three rooms reserved at the hotel. The Colonel and I were going to be in one, Linda is in the wedding suite, and Sara by herself in the third.

“Can I trust you two to behave yourselves if you share a room? Or, does Sara room with me, and the Colonel and Becka room together.”

“Mother.”, Sara said, “What are you saying?”

“Just that you are both seventeen, and your hormones are, shall we say, raging.”

“Mother! Peter respects me. We’ve had plenty of times that we could have fooled around, and haven’t. I think you can trust us.”

“Don’t make me sorry that I did.”

“God mother! Have I ever done anything to give use reason to not trust me?”

“Watch your tongue young lady. Think back to you dressing him up as a girl.”

“We were children, and playing. We didn’t know that it was wrong. If it even was.”

“Yes. That was the only time. And, you were children. I’ll trust you, but please don’t break that trust.”

“Mother, we won’t.”

Mrs. Monroe walked out of the room. Linda and Vicki had been sitting quietly through the whole thing. Then Linda said, “Did I hear right. You and Becka staying in the same hotel room?”

“That’s what I heard.”, Vicki said.

Sara glared at her sister, and said, “Don’t go there. I am so tired of mom not trusting me. She’s always given you a long leash, and she keeps me on a short one.”

Sara grabbed my hand, and pulled me out to the patio. We sat together on the big swing, but didn’t say anything. I knew she was upset, and I was just going to wait until she was ready to talk.

I didn’t know what had happened, but I did know that Linda went to public schools, like I do. And, that Sara has gone to all girl Catholic schools. Why the difference, I don’t know. And, even though Sara and I are very close, she’s never said anything about it. And, I’ve never asked.

Finally, I asked, “Sara. Are you all right?”

“Yeah.”, Sara replied, “I just hate it when my mother does that.”

“Why does she do it?”

“I’m sorry. But, I promised that I’d never tell. So, I can’t.”

“Not even me?”

“Sorry babe. Not even you, right now. Maybe one day I’ll tell you. Let’s go someplace for dinner. I don’t want to eat at home tonight.”

“Sure.”

After we’d eaten, we stopped back at my house. I changed into one of my favorite outfits, the skinny jeans, the rust colored peasant top, and the dressy wedges. I fixed my makeup a little, brushed my hair into a nice look. And, we talked to my parents for a little bit, and mentioned about meeting the other bride’s maids tonight, and telling them about me.

Then, as we were leaving for Sara’s house, my mother said, “Honey. Everything will be fine. These girls are very nice.”

“I know mom.”, I said, “I’m just really nervous about it.”

Sara then said, “Honey. If they can’t see who you for who you are, it’s their loss. But, I know these girls, and they’re all really nice. None of them are catty. ”

We walked towards Sara’s house, and we saw a number of cars in the drive way. My mouth was dry, and my stomach hurt. We walked into the house, and we could hear voices coming from the basement, it sounded like a big party. Sara’s mother was in the kitchen, she saw us, and said, “Sara. Honey. I’m sorry about this afternoon. But, this wedding really has me frazzled. I shouldn’t have said the things I did.

“And, Becka. I know it didn’t help you either. You’re very nervous about this whole thing and I should trust you with my daughter. You’ve been very good with her and have respected her wishes.”

“Mrs. Monroe.”, I said, “It’s all right. And, yes, I’m as nervous as hell about tonight. I’m afraid that they’ll make fun of me. Maybe even call me a freak.”

“Becka. You are not a freak. Don’t worry. They are a bunch of great girls, actually young women. And, I really think that they’ll see that you’re trying to help Linda.”

“I hope.”

“Are you ready to meet them?”

“As ready as I can be.”

“Okay. I’ll go down, and the three of us will explain what’s going on. They all know about Katrina backing out, and that we’ve found someone, a friend of Sara’s, to fill in. We’ll fill them in on you agreeing to do this, and what has gone on with you the past week.

“Then, we’ll have you come down with Sara, and Sara can introduce you. That sound good?’

“Yeah.”

Mrs. Monroe actually gave me a hug, then she walked downstairs, and in a short time it became very quiet. We couldn’t hear what was being said. And, I got even more nervous.

About ten minutes after Mrs. Monroe went downstairs, Linda came up. And, she asked, “Are you ready to meet the other girls?”

“Maybe.”, I replied, “Are they ready to meet me?”

“Yes. I’ll be honest with you. At first there were some comments, like he’ll look like a guy in a skirt, is he gay, this is weird, and stuff like that. And, I think that mom, Vicki, and I handled it all really well.”

Sara took my hand, kissed me on the cheek, and said, “Babe. You know that I’m here for you. And, everything will be fine.”

I smiled at her, and we walked downstairs together. Linda was the first one down, and to walk through the door into the rec room. It got quiet, very quiet. Then, Sara whispered, “Wait here until I come and get you.”

Then she kissed me on the cheek again, and whispered, “I really do love you.”

“I love you too.”, I whispered back.

As Sara walked through the door, I heard everyone greet her. Then I heard her say, “Guys. I know what my mother, Linda, and Vicki may have shocked you a little. I’ve known Rebecca, or as we call her Becka for a long time. She is a very special friend of mine. Actually she’s my boyfriend.

“He is a cross-dresser. And, I’ve learned to love that part of him. In fact, I actually started him down that road when we were very young. When Linda was out of options for a fill in bride’s maid, we talked him into filling in for Katrina, and everyone that has met Becka was surprised as to how good he can look as a girl, and even talk like a girl.”

The door opened, Sara came out, held out her hand, and said, “Come on love.”

I was almost shaking as I took her hand. We walked into the room hand in hand. And, Sara said, “Everyone. I’d like you to meet Becka.”

The room was deadly quiet. Everyone stared. I saw a couple of the girl’s hands go to their mouths. Then, I heard, “Oh my God.”, and “She is so cute.”, and “I can’t believe it.”, and “Are you sure she’s a guy?”

Then, all of a sudden there was a thousand questions, “You’re really a guy?”, “How do you do it?’, “How tall are you.”, “Do you like dressing this way?”, “Do you want to be a girl?”, and on, and on.

Finally Mrs. Monroe said, “Ladies. Ladies. Please give her some air. I think she’ll be able to answer all of your questions if you give her a chance.”

Things quieted down, and I was finally able to breath. Then we just sat around and talked for a good hour. And, I was surprised, everyone was really nice. Sara’s mother disappeared and let the nine of us get acquainted. At one point, Linda asked the girls to please keep our secret, and everyone agreed that they would.

As the girls were leaving, there were hugs all around, and one of them whispered to me, “You really do make a very pretty girl.”, and another one said, “Don’t worry your secret is safe with us.”, and a third whispered, “You should have been born a girl.”

After everyone was gone, I sat back in a chair and relaxed. I just looked at Sara, Linda, and Vicki. Then Vicki smiled, and said, “I just knew that they would be okay with this. Especially once they met you.”

“Me too.”, Linda added.

“I was worried.”, I said. “But, I guess I shouldn’t have been.”

When Sara and I were alone, I told her that one of the girls had said, that I should have been born a girl. She looked at me, and said, “No way lover. I love you the way you are.”

“But,”, I said, “I’ve been a girl for a week. Do you . . . you want me to stay this way?”

“No. . . . Actually I miss Peter a lot. But, Becka is really fun.”

 

 
Tuesday, Sara and I went to the mall for a little window shopping. And of course that turned into some real shopping. I ended up with another pair of really cute wedges with a three inch heel, a half inch platform, and a zipper up the front. I think I’m going to wear those when we drive to West Point. Sara also got herself a cute pair of wedges with a four inch heel and a one inch platform. As we were paying for them, she grinned, and said, “I’ve got to buy higher heels then you do, so you don’t tower over me.”

I smiled at her, and said, “You would have to wear four inch heels to be just as tall as I am in stocking feet.”

I’m no giant at five-eight, but she’s only five-four.

We were sitting at the food court, having a drink, and I said, “You know. Mrs. Shelby said that if my forms could be attached, that it might be a good idea to do it.”

“Did she say why?”, Sara asked.

“She said something about them falling out.”

“That wouldn’t be good. Maybe it’s because the dress is strapless on one side. How do the forms feel when you’re wearing them with the corset?”

“They don’t feel as secure as they do in a regular bra.”

“We could stop by the costume shop and see what they say.”

Forty-five minutes later we were pulling into the costume shop where we’d purchased my forms. We walked in and actually found the same clerk who had sold us the forms. She looked at me, then said, “I remember you. You’re the one that’s going to be a bride’s maid. Are you really going to do it?”

“On Saturday.”

“Wow! So, what can I do for you?”

“I remember you telling us that the forms could be attached and the seam almost hidden. Am I right?”, I asked.

“Yes. They can be attached. Want to do it?”

“I’d like to try.”

“Let me get a few things, and I’ll show you how. Follow me.”

We followed her to a case where she picked up a small box and a spray can. Then we went to a changing room. And, as she closed the door, she asked, “Is your chest shaved?”

“Yes. Actually waxed.”

“Good. You need to be, to do this properly. Now, take off your blouse, leave your bra on, and give me your forms.”

I removed my blouse. Then handed the clerk my forms. “Now,”, she said, “Slip your arms out of your bra straps, so that we can fold your bra down.”

I did as she asked. Then she talked as she worked and told us what she was doing. She took a wipe, that she said would help the adhesive adhere to my body, and went over where she was going to place the forms on my chest. Then she took a strong medical adhesive spray, and sprayed it on the back of the forms and let it get tacky. Then she took each form, one at a time, and pressed them on my chest and twisted them around a bit to transfer some of the adhesive to my skin. Then she removed them, and resprayed the backs of the forms.

Once both my skin and the forms were tacky, she took the forms, one at a time, and pressed them firmly to my chest. Then she pulled my bra up to support the form, and told us that after twenty minutes or so I could go braless if I wanted to.

Then I asked her the sixty-four thousand dollar question, “How do I remove them?”

She smiled, and said, “Wait a few weeks for the adhesive to break down.”

“What!?”

Still grinning, she said, “Or, find an edge and carefully peel the form away from your skin. And, you can use an adhesive remover to help remove it. Then, be sure to clean both your skin and the forms with the adhesive remover.”

“So, these will stay on for a while?”

“Yes, maybe a week or two. You can do basically anything with them attached, go swimming, take a shower, and stuff like that. And, you can sleep in them if you want to.”

Sara looked at the forms, and asked, “Can the seam be hidden?”

“Well. Not really hidden, but maybe camouflaged a bit. The biggest problem is the forms don’t exactly match your skin coloring. They’re close, but not quit the same. What I’d suggest, is that you wear a bra that completely covers them. You’re thin, so creating cleavage with the forms and the correct bra won’t work. The bra you’re wearing does a good job of hiding the fact that you’re wearing forms.”

I looked at Sara and said, “I wonder if the corset will stay up and keep them covered?”

“You’re wearing a corset?”, the girl asked.

“Yes.”

“That’s cool. You know you could use some double sided tape to hold the corset’s bra cups in place. Just be sure it's on your skin, and not the forms.”

When we checked out, we had a can of medical adhesive, a can of adhesive remover, a box of the wipes, and some double sided tape. And, as we were leaving, the girl asked, “When’s the wedding?”

“Saturday at West Point.”, Sara said.

“You guys have fun.”

“Oh we will.”

“Oh. And, by the way. You can sleep in those forms. And, if you do, be sure to wear a sleep bra.”

As we got in the car, Sara asked, “Do we need to get you a sleep bra?”

“I don’t know.”, I replied, “Do we?”

“Do you want to take them off every night and reattach them every morning?”

A short time later I had a sleep bra, and we were heading home.

That night, it was interesting as I was getting ready for bed. When I took my bra off, the forms felt really heavy on my chest. And, when I took my shower, the way the forms moved took some getting use. I was also glad I had the sleep bra on that night. But, I couldn’t sleep on my stomach, as I like to do.

 

 

 
Well, I’ve met the other bride’s maids, and it went well. I think that they were all shocked when they first met me, and full of questions. But, I was quickly accepted as one of the girls. And, one of them even said, “You should have been born a girl.” Why do some people feel that way? Oh well, I don’t.

My breast forms are now attached, and it has provided me with an interesting insight on what it might be like to have breasts. I’m glad that mine will come off.

The wedding is this Saturday, and I’m really getting nervous. If the wrong people find out about me, this wedding isn’t going to be good.

 

This morning I didn’t have to worry about putting my forms in my bra, but I did have to figure out how to put the bra on while having breasts. And, when I went down for breakfast, my mother asked, “You have your forms in already?”

“Yeah”, I replied, “They’re attached.”

“Attached! As in glued on?”

“Yeah.” And, I went on to tell her what the seamstress and the girl at the costume shop had told us.

She just shook he head. Then I asked, “Mom. Are you really okay with all of this?”

“I guess. I was in it from the beginning.”

“And, were the one that suggested that I live as a girl until the wedding.”

“I know. But, I’m not seeing anything of my son anymore. Is he coming back?”

“Yes. He’ll be back as soon as the wedding is over.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“We’ll see.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Honey. In the past week and a half, I’ve watched you become a girl. You talk like a girl, walk like a girl, shop like a girl, and act like a girl. You seem to love being a girl. You even have a girlfriend that loves you as a girl. And, I wonder if Peter will ever be back.”

“Mom. Don’t worry. Peter will be back. It’s been fun being Becka, and learning what it’s like to be a girl. But, I need to be Peter. And, Sara needs Peter too.”

“Okay honey.”

“You going with us to the Nail-Go-Round to get your nails done?”

“No. I’m going to meet you there. I’ve got to stop at the cleaners and pick up your father’s dress uniform.”

“I almost forgot. This is going to be a military wedding.”

Two hours later I picked up Sara, and we headed to the Nail-Go-Round. The first thing I said to Sara after a “Hi lover”, and a kiss was, “How do you sleep with breasts.”

“What did you just say?”, she asked.

“I asked, how do you sleep with breasts?”

“I thought that’s what you said. I just wanted to be sure I heard you right. Why?”

“Well. I tried sleeping with them last night. And, I like to sleep on my stomach, and couldn’t.”

She grinned at me, and said, “You’ll get use them. Just sleep on your side.”

“That’s what I ended up doing.”

Shortly we were joining all the others at the Nail-Go-Round. And, I mean all, my mother, Sara’s mother, Linda, and the other brides maids. This is a big shop, and they had called in extra girls, so that we could all be worked on at once. The girls doing the work were all Asian, and they spoke with each other in their native tongue while they worked on us. Everyone was getting both a manicure and pedicure. The bride and all the bride’s maids were getting fancy nails.

I sat there, between my mother and Sara, as they worked on us. My girl first evened up my nails, so they were all the same length, and went over them with a fine nail file roughing them up a bit. The cuticles came next, as she pushed them back. She then cleaned them, and carefully selected and applied a tip to each finger.

Then she started to apply the acrylic to my nails. And, boy did that smell. Using a small brush, which she first dipped in a liquid and then some powder, she worked quickly on each nail until it looked like the tip was part of my nails.

When she was done with all ten fingers, she told me to rest my hands on the table, and to not touch anything. Then she went to work on my toes. She didn’t do any fancy painting, but used a pink polish, and added white tips.

When she was finished with my toes, she checked my finger nails to see if the acrylic had set completely. And, when she was happy with them, she filed and shaped each one, so they were all the same length, with a really square tip.

She then put two coats of a very pretty pink polish on each nail. When that was dry, she added two coats of white polish to the tips. Then hand painted on a small white flower close to the outside edge and just behind the white tip of each nail, and placed a small diamond looking stone in the middle of each flower. Then, she added some small white dots on top of the pink, and two thin sparkly silver lines across the outer edge of the tips. Then put on a clear coat to protect her work.

I looked at my hands, and I liked what I was seeing. My fingers looked longer, and with the rings that I wore, including the promise ring, they looked very feminine. I wondered if it was going to be hard getting used to working with longer fingernails.

When we were all done, everyone looked at each other's nails, and especially Linda’s. Linda’s were a little different, what was white on our nails was gold on hers. And, they looked very pretty.

Sara and I had to get ready to leave for West Point tomorrow with her parents and Linda. So, we stopped at her house, and got her bags packed. And, I learned that, yes, it’s harder to work with longer nails. But, the more I did, the easier it got.

I kidded her about how much stuff she was taking. She just looked and me, and said, “You just wait.”

We took her stuff down to where her dad was trying to figure out where to put everything. Luckily he had a car top carrier, and a lot of our stuff would go in there. Then we went to my house, and started packing my stuff. And, as we did, she would hand me something to pack, and I’d say, “I don’t need that.”
She’d look at me, and say, “Take it. You’ll need it.”

And, I’d pack it.

I finally gave up saying, I don’t need it. And, just packed everything that she handed me. I ended with a little more then she had, like the foam head for the wig. We carried, or should I say dragged, my things to her house, so her dad could pack the van. His comment, as we pulled everything up to the van was, “Why do girls have to take so much stuff?”

Sara, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and said, “Daddy. It’s a girl thing.”

I really hoped that there was enough room in the Colonel’s van for the five of us, and all the clothes that we four girls were taking.

That evening after dinner, I was helping my mother with the dinner dishes, and she said, “I don’t know if I like you and Sara sharing a room.”

I looked at her, and said, “I hope this isn’t going to be like the talking to Sara got.”

“What do you mean?”

I went on to tell her what Mrs. Monroe had said to Sara in front of me, Linda, and Vicki. She shook her head, and said, “She shouldn’t have said things like that to Sara. Especially in front of the three of you.”

“I know. I felt so sorry for Sara. You don’t know why she’s so strict with Sara and not Linda. Do you?”

“No honey. I don’t. Hasn’t Sara told you anything?”

“No. And, I don’t want to pry. And, mom. I have a lot of respect for Sara, and we agreed a long time ago that we wouldn’t do anything like that until it was the right time.”

“Right time?”

“When and if we get married.”

“Do you think you can do that?”

“Mom, there have been many times that we could have, but didn’t. It’s hard, but we’ve done it. Or, really haven’t done it.”

“But, being together in a hotel room could be too much of a temptation.”

“Mom. We know. But, please trust us.”

“I will. Your father trusts you. He said, that I shouldn’t say anything.”

“Will you please just trust us?”

“Yes.”

It’s about a five hour drive from Washington to West Point, and Colonel Monroe wanted to get an early start. So, it was early to bed.

 

I was up early this morning. And, I’d slept better than I had the night before. I had finally found a comfortable position.

I took a shower, and I still wasn’t used to the way the breasts moved when I wasn’t wearing a bra. But, I was getting used to the weight. I did a close shave, and even though I probably wouldn’t shave again until we were back, I packed my shaving gear in my travel case.

It was going to be a warm late June day. So, I slipped into the special panties, which surprisingly I was getting used to wearing, a pretty pink bra, a pair of pink shorts, a pretty white blouse, and slipped into my new wedgies. Then, I sat at my dresser and put on some light makeup. I slipped on my wig, and put it in a ponytail. I stood up, looked at myself, and smiled.

I went downstairs, and my mom and dad were eating breakfast. My dad saw me first, and said, “You look pretty this morning princess.”

“Thanks daddy.”

“Hank.”, my mother asked my dad, “How can you treat him as a girl so easily? You’ve done it right from the start of all this.”

“It’s easy.”, my dad said, “When I look at her I see a girl. A pretty girl. I know that she needs to be treated like a girl right now, because what she’s trying to do to help the Monroe’s.

“When you first told me what he was doing, I figured that he wouldn’t look good or wouldn’t really go through with it. But, when I saw him that night, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He looked like a girl, even acted like one. He even sat on the couch like a girl would. So, it was easy to treat him like a girl.

“When we were at the Navy Yard, and he was back to being Peter. He was Peter. There was no sign of a girl, except for the pierced ears. I was happy to see that he was Peter. But, now he’s back to being Rebecca.”

My mother was just sitting there nodding her head, then said, “You’re right. It’s like two different people in one. Watching as he became Rebecca so easily, was interesting. And, I’ve seen Sara interact with her. She really likes it when he’s Rebecca.”

“Guys.”, I said, “Becka is part of me. When this wedding is over. Peter will be back. But, I also know that Becka won’t be far away. And, don’t be surprised when she comes back from time to time. Because she will. I like being her. It feels good.”

“Peter.”, my dad said, “And, I’m going to call you Peter right now. Like I told your mother, I’ve know that you’ve had a softer side for a long time, and that you didn’t want to go to a military academy. And, you know, that’s fine. You are your own person, and need to do what makes you feel good. So, do it.”

I walked over, gave my mother a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then did the same to my dad. Then I just said, “I love you guys.”

Then, my dad asked, “Aren’t you leaving early this morning?”

I looked at the clock, and said, “Yes. And, I’ve got to run.”

“You have fun and behave yourself.”, my mother said,

“I will.”

Then, I gave them both another kiss on the cheek. And, as I walked out the door, I said, “See you tomorrow some time.”

When I arrived at the Monroe’s house, I found out that the van was very crowded with baggage. And, the seating was going to be very tight. The Colonel and Mrs. Monroe were up front. And, Linda, Sara, and I were going to sit in the middle seat. The Colonel had removed the third seat to allow for all the luggage that wouldn’t fit in the car top carrier.

I whispered to Sara, “I should have come with my parents.”

Sara whispered back, “No way lover. I want your company.”

The traffic between Washington and New York City can be ugly, and it was. The supposedly less than a five hour drive to West Point actually took a little over six hours, including the necessary stops.

I noticed that just before we got to our hotel, that Sara was getting a little uncomfortable. I asked her if she was okay? She whispered to me that she had to go. I told her to tell her dad. She said, no, that we were almost there and she could wait.

As soon as we pulled up in front of the hotel, Sara was out of the van and running into the hotel. We checked into the hotel, and then helped the hotel staff get the luggage sorted for the proper room. Sara finally came back, and apologized for running off.

All of the bridal party's rooms were on the same floor, except Linda's. Our room was a nice big one, with two queen size beds, nice large bathroom, and a view of the Hudson River. Sara and I unpacked, and then just laid down on our respective bed and fell asleep.

We were startled awake late in the afternoon by the phone ringing. Sara answered it, “Hello” . . . “Yeah mom. We unpacked, laid down to rest, and just fell asleep.” . . . “Yes mom. Our own beds.” . . . “Okay. We’ll see you at six in the restaurant. Bye.”

Sara put the phone down, and said, “Damn it. I’m so tired of that.”

I knew she was upset, and I asked her, “Babe. What’s wrong?”

“I just hate it when my mother keeps reminding me to behave myself.”

“Why does she keep after you like that, and not Linda?”

“I’m sorry, but I promised that I’d never tell.”

“I know. But, I’m here if you ever want to talk.”

“Thanks.”

After dinner the Colonel took us on a drive around West Point pointing out all the historic spots. Like the barracks he lived in when he went here, the West Point Club, where the reception was going to be, the various monuments on campus, and the stadium where he played football. Then we stopped where the wedding was going to be, the Chapel of the Most Holy Trinity. We went in and looked around. It was pretty, with its early 1900's architecture, stained glass windows, woodwork, and all. I knew that the Monroe’s had been here before, when they had worked with the wedding planner in setting up the wedding.

I guess with a wedding this big, and living as far away as we do, you have to work with someone to make it happen.

When we were done, we went back to the hotel. Sara and I went and sat on a bench, on the river side of the hotel and watched the river. She was quiet, actually quieter than usual. It was like she was in deep thought. Shortly after the sun set, Sara got up, took my hand, and we went up to our room. I took another shower, and got ready for bed. When I walked out of the bathroom, Sara grinned at me, and said, “You are sexy in that nightgown.”

“Yeah right. A girl’s body with a boy’s head is sexy.”

She just grinned at me, and walked into the bathroom. I laid down on my bed, turned on the television, and tried to find something to watch. Which I did.

A while later when Sara came out of the bathroom, I looked at her, in her baby doll nightgown, and said, “Now. That is sexy!”

She smiled, walked over, and sat on her bed. Then she said, “Lover. I think you need to know why my mother is the way she is with me.”

I turned the television off, and said, “You don’t have to.”

“I know. I don’t think you keep anything from me. So, I don’t want to keep any anything from you.”

“Why?”

“Don’t we love each other?”

“You know we do.”

“Don’t you think keeping secrets from each other is a bad thing?”

“Yeah.”

“Well. When Linda was a freshman in high school, she got pregnant.”

“Oh.”

“And, had an abortion behind my mom and dad’s back. It was botched. And, she almost died.”

“Oh God!”

“And, because of the way it was botched, she can’t have children.”

“That’s why your mom is the way she is with you?”

“Yeah. She doesn’t want me getting pregnant. And, please don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t.”

“Now. Do you remember when I ran to the restroom when we got here?”

“Sure.”

“Well. I used the restroom just outside the bar.”

“So?”

As she reached under her pillow and retrieved something, then she said, “They have a vending machine in there.”

“So, I’ve seen other vending machines in the ladies rooms.”

“Not like this one.” Then as she held up a small, square, bright blue, package, she asked, “Know what this is?”

“Ah . . . Yeah.”

 

 

 
Well, my nails are now long and very fancy. And, we’re at West Point. And, so far so good. Everyone is still seeing me as girl. The wedding is tomorrow. And, I wonder if Linda is as nervous as I am. And, about last night, . . .

When I woke up on Friday morning, something was different. Very different. I was cuddled up with someone in my bed. Then I remembered last night, and thought, ‘Oh my God. Did last night really happen?’ And, the more I thought about it, the more I knew that it had really had happened.

I was naked, and cuddled up to Sara, who was also naked. Last night we had made love. Both of us for the first time in our lives. And, it was wonderful. Even if we were both a little nervous.

Finally, Sara started waking up. She rolled over, looked at me, smiled, kissed me, and said, “Good morning lover. Did last night really happen or was I dreaming?”

“If you were dreaming.” I replied, “So, was I.”

“So, it did happen. And, it was wonderful.”

“Yes it was. Very wonderful.”

“I wish we hadn’t waited so long. We have a lot of time to make up for.”

“And, a lot of time ahead of us. What about your promise?”

“I know. I do feel bad about that. But, I promised to not do anything until I found my life partner. And, I have.”

“You have?”

“Uh huh. Haven’t you?”

“I don’t know. Have I? Is it you? I don’t know.”

“Brat. If it isn’t me, then who is it?”

“I think you may even know her. She’s a red head with emerald green eyes. She’s about five-four. Has a great body. Loves long walks in the park, to ride bikes, to go to movies, and to go to the zoo. Loves to dress her boyfriend as a girl. Hey! That sounds like you.”

I then bent down, kissed her, looked into those gorgeous green eyes, and said, “Sara. Yes. I’ve found my one and only love. And, it’s you.”

“You are such a brat”, she said with a smile, as she play punched me.

“And, you love it when I am.”

“And, I love what you did to me last night. It was fantastic. And, I want more.”

“Well. Did you buy more than one of those little blue packages?”

With that sly little smile of hers, she said, “Of course. Look under the pillow on my bed.”

I got up, looked under her pillow, looked at her, and said, “Six.”

She grinned, and said, “I figured that a girl has to be prepared.”

“You are so bad.”

“You know it lover.”

As I walked back over to my bed, I pointed to my breast forms, and said, “I wish I didn’t have these things on right now.”

“I don’t mind.”

It was an hour later before we were finally getting out of bed. We were meeting Sara’s parents and Linda for brunch. So, we didn’t have to rush around getting cleaned up. And, we actually got to the hotel’s restaurant before anyone else did.

As we were eating, my cell phone rang, and it was my dad. I answered it, “Hi dad.” . . . “Yeah. We had a good trip. But, it took us a little longer then the Colonel thought it would.” . . . “Oh really.” . . . “Not till Saturday morning.” . . . “Hold on a second.”

I said to everyone, “My dad had to go into work today. And, they won’t be in until Saturday morning sometime. But, they’ll be here for the wedding.”

The Colonel said, “Tell him that’s fine.”

“Did you hear that dad?”

Just then I saw a police officer and the hotel manager walk into the restaurant, the manager point towards us, and then they walked towards our table. I told my dad, “Hang on a minute dad.”

As they walked up to the table, the police officer asked the Colonel, “Sir. Are you Colonel Charles Monroe?”

“Yes I am. What’s wrong?” the Colonel replied.

“Sir. I’m afraid that your vehicle was stolen from the hotel parking lot last night, and was destroyed in a crash and fire.”

The Colonel just sat there for a few seconds in apparent shock, before asking, “Completely destroyed?”

“Yes sir. I’m afraid so.”

“Damn. Now what do we do.”

The hotel manager said, “I’m sorry about this sir. We can help you get a vehicle that you can use while you’re here. I know you’re in town for your daughter’s wedding, and we’ll help you in any way we can.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate that. Now all I have to do is figure a way home.”

Then I said into my cell phone, “Daddy. Did you hear all of that?” . . . “Yes. They said it was completely destroyed.” . . . “No. I think everything was out of it.” . . . “Hold on.”

Handing my cell phone to the Colonel, I said, “Colonel. My dad wants to talk to you.”

My dad and the Colonel talked for a few minutes, then I heard the Colonel say, “Fly back with you and Jean on Sunday. That would be great. Sure I’ll tell everyone. Thanks Hank. Here’s Becka.”

I said goodbye to my dad. And, the Colonel said, “It looks like we’ll be flying home with Becka’s mother and father on Sunday.”

Then the Colonel got up, and walked out with the police officer and hotel manager. I then looked over at Linda, and she looked upset. So I said, “Linda. Everything will be fine. These things happen.”

“I know.” Linda said, “But, this isn’t a good way to start a wedding.”

The Colonel was back a short time later, and said, “Well, I called my insurance man. And, we’re completely covered, including a rental. He also said that I could buy a car here or wait until we get back. I told him that I’d wait until we were back home.

“And, the hotel manager called a local car rental agency and got us setup with a van for the rest of the weekend.”

Mrs. Monroe said, “That’s good. I thought we’d end up taking a taxi. We have a busy afternoon. We’re meeting with the wedding planner at two. The rehearsal is at three. And, then we have the rehearsal dinner at six.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem, the van should be here well before that.”

“Girls.”, Mrs. Monroe said, “Why don’t you go to your rooms, and get changed. Then, we’ll meet down her at one-thirty to go to the church.”

As Sara, Linda, and I were going to our rooms. Linda said, “So, Becka. Your mother and father are flying in tomorrow?”

“Yes.”, I replied, “And, then your mom, dad, Sara, and I will fly back with them.”

“A private plane?”

“Probably a Navy plane.”

“Must be nice.”

“I guess. But, it’s starting to get a little embarrassing.” And, I told her about my dad having a driver pick him up for work every morning.

Sara and I both took quick showers, and redid our makeup. And, I put my hair in a ponytail. Then put on a cute print skirt, and one of my peasant blouses. And, of course I wore a pair of my dressy wedges. I had a cute gold chain necklace with a gold heart on it, and a bracelet that had some charms from the Navy on it. And, of course I was wearing the ring with the three hearts.

At about one-thirty we were getting into a very nice van, it had two automatic sliding doors, one on each side, and four captain’s chairs in the back. We were at the church at just about two, and we met Linda’s fiancé Phil and his parents. Then we met the wedding planner, Miss Plummer and what appeared to be her assistant. And, the wedding photographer. Who was going to become a permanent fixture until the wedding was over.

Right off you could tell that Miss Plummer was a take charge person. It was, this has been taken care of, that has been taken care of, the flowers will be here as promised, we need to do this, we need to do that, you need to be here at, and so on.

And, the way she talked to Mrs. Carter and not Linda, was like it was Mrs. Carter’s wedding and not Linda’s. I felt sorry for Linda, and whispered my feelings to Sara. All she said was, “I know.”

We spent about forty-five minutes going over every detail. Then everyone else started to arrive. The bride’s maids, the groomsmen, the flower girl and her parents, the ring bearer and his parents. And, the priest who was going to marry them.

Sara and I met the guys we were paired up with. All the groomsmen were Army officers, and of course were in uniform. My guy’s name was Lieutenant Gary Barker, and he seemed to be really nice. Me being the shy type, let him do most of the talking, but I did show interest in what he was telling me. I watched Sara and her guy, out of the corner of my eye, and they were chatting away.

The priest, once he could get a word in edgewise, went over how things should go. And, we had a walk through. Then he explained the Arch of Sabers Ceremony to us, and that was interesting.

Then we spent an hour going over the ceremony, then it was back to the hotel, where most of the wedding party was staying, and the rehearsal dinner was going to be. Sara and I went back to our room, and started to change for dinner.

I put on a very cute emerald green sleeveless lace dress with a flouncy skirt, which hit me just above the knee. I also had decided to wear panty hose with a pair of flats. I took my hair out of the pony tail, and brushed it into a nice look.

Then I did my makeup. Still no foundation, but a little work on the eyebrows, then a light touch of a dark eyebrow pencil. I used a light covering of pale pink eyeshadow. Then a black mascara, got to bring out those lashes. Lipstick? Hm. Sara had gotten me a lipstick that I’d never used, so a nice coat of bright pink.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and smiled. Sara had been watching me, and she said, “Let me see.”

I turned and looked at her, and she said, “I just love that look on you. Can I try something?”

“Sure. What?”
She walked over to me, and took something out of my makeup case, and used a brush to lightly brush it on my cheeks. Then she said, “Take a look.”

I turned and looked in the mirror, and smiled. Then I said, “Wow. That looks great.”
She had used a light pink blush on my cheeks, and it looked really good.

Then Sara said, “Earrings. You haven’t had the stud in long, and your ears probably aren’t healed, but you need some cute earring for tonight. And, I’ve got a cute pair of hoops that you can wear. We’ll just need to put your studs back in before bed.”

She went and dug thru her makeup case, and came back with a pair of hoop earrings. She carefully removed my studs, then carefully worked hoops into the holes in my ears. When she was done, I turned and looked in the mirror. They really looked good.

I stood up, looked at Sara, and asked, “Well. How do I look?”

She smiled, and said, “Good enough to eat. I bet Gary will have problems keeping his hands off of you.”

“Ah. He’d better keep his hands off of me. You’re the only one that’s allowed to touch the merchandise.”

As Sara worked on her makeup, I sprayed on a little perfume, put back on my necklace with the heart on it, and my bracelet with the Navy charms, and slipped a few rings on my fingers.

Sara had on a fairly short black leather skirt, with an off-the-shoulder chiffon blouse. And, the spaghetti straps gives it a cold shoulder look, and it has long bell sleeves. She looks as cute as hell. Hmm. Maybe too cute. Was I feeling a little jealous that she was partnered with someone else for the wedding?

A little while later, we were walking across the hotel lobby towards the banquet room. And, I was noticing people looking at us. Sara did too, and whispered, “You should be used to it by now girlfriend. People look at cute girls.”

“I know.” I whispered back, “But, it still makes me nervous.”

When we walked into the banquet room, it appeared that we were the last ones to arrive. And, Linda seeing us, said, “It’s about time you two. We were about to start without you.”

They really weren’t ready to start, so we walked around and talked to various people. And we found out that wedding party had assigned seating. Basically it was guy, girl, guy, girl thing. With the bride’s maid and groomsman that they were paired with sitting together. So, I was sitting next to Gary. And, Sara was sitting with Jeff, her groomsman. And, we weren’t sitting close together, and I was a little nervous that I didn’t have my safety net close to me.

The dinner was actually very good. And, so was the conversation. And, Gary and I started to get along. He was funny, and a good talker. Finally he asked, “Why all the Navy stuff on your bracelet?”

I smiled, as I said, “My dad’s in the Navy.”

“Really. What’s he do?”

“I’m not really sure. But, he works at the Pentagon, and is a Rear Admiral.”

Gary sat up really straight, looked at me, and said, “Your dad is a Rear Admiral!?”

Gary had said that loud enough so that a number of the other guys sitting close by heard him say it. And, they looked at me, as I said, “Uh huh. A Rear Admiral. You can meet him tomorrow. He’ll be here for the wedding.”

After I said that, I sensed a change in Gary towards me. Earlier I felt that he was trying to chat me up, but afterwards he was treating me with kid gloves. It was cute.

Later, Linda and Phil handed out the gifts to the best man, maid of honor, groomsmen, and bride’s maids. Phil gave the best man a gold pocket watch, and all the groomsmen a silver pocket watch. Linda gave Vicki a very pretty gold heart necklace, with matching earrings. She gave all the bride’s maids a very pretty silver heart necklace and really cute dangly earrings with cubic zirconium stones that were a couple of inches long. And, Linda asked all the girls to wear the jewelry to the wedding.

After we were finished with desert we all stood around and talked. Linda walked over to me, and said, “Boy did you stir things up when you told Gary that your dad was an Admiral.”

“Why?” I asked.

“I’m not sure, but it’s a big subject among the boys.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s given them something to talk about besides the Army. By the way, you look really nice tonight.”

“Thanks.”

“Who did your makeup?”

“I did. But, Sara added a little blusher.”

“You really do a nice job.”

“Thanks.”

As the dinner broke up, Sara and I went and sat outside on the bench overlooking the river. We sat there quietly for a little while, then Sara asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”, I replied.

“Love. I know something is bothering you. Tell me.”

“It was just the way you were interacting with that Jeff guy.”

“Jealous?”

“Maybe a little.”

“How do you think I felt seeing you with Gary?”

“You were jealous of that?”

“Love. Once you relaxed with him, you were having fun talking to him. Yes, I was jealous. He was coming on to my girl.”

“You really were jealous. Weren’t you?”

She looked down at the ground, and whispered, “Yes.”

“Honey. Look at me.”

She slowly looked up, and there were tears in her eyes. As I wiped the tears away, I asked, “Why the tears?”

“I don’t know. I’m being silly.”

“No you’re not. It bothered you to see me with someone else. Even though you know I don’t like boys.”

“I guess. It shouldn’t have bothered me that way, and I know you don’t like boys, but it did. It’s silly, but I worry that I’m going to lose you.”

“Baby. You know that I love you. And, you will never lose me.”

“I know sweetheart. It’s crazy. I’m not smothering you. Am I?”

“No. I love being with you. I love what we do together. What we have together.”

I pulled her to me, and kissed her. I kissed her very deeply. She just held me tightly. We broke the kiss, I stood up, offered her my hand, she took it, and I helped her to her feet. She just hugged me.

Finally we looked at each other, she smiled, reached up, and fixed my lipstick. And, I fixed her lipstick. And, we walked hand in hand back into the hotel, and to our room. I knew that there were other people there, but I didn’t even notice them.

When we got back in our room, I took Sara’s hands in mine, got down on one knee, looked up at her, and said, “Sara Marie. I love you very much. We’re young, but I know my heart. When the time comes I want you to be my wife. I want us to spend the rest of our lives together.” And, showing her the three heart ring on my finger, I added, “And, this ring shows my commitment to you and only you.”

I saw the tears in her eyes, as she knelt down with me. She looked at me, and said, “Peter. I adore you. You’re my life. You’re my everything. And, yes, when the time comes I’ll be your wife. And, we will spend the rest of our lives together. And, yes love, I’m also committed to you.”

Then she took my face in her hands, and kissed me. A long, deep kiss.

As we removed our clothes and makeup, I also removed my breast forms. Sara saw me do that, and asked, “Why are you taking them off?”

I turned, looked at her, and said, “Well, we’re too young to go to the bachelorette party tonight. So, I thought we’d have our own party. And, I want to be Peter, completely Peter, as I make love to you.”

All she did was smile.

 

 

 
Today’s the big day. Well Linda’s big day. Yesterday we met the guys that we’re paired with for the wedding. The rehearsal went well, and the dinner afterwards was fun. But, jealousy reared its ugly head for the first time in our relationship. But, was quickly put to rest.

Saturday morning, we were up early, and yes, we were cuddled together. Did we make love this morning? No. We didn’t have time. We were meeting all the other bride’s maids, plus Linda, the flower girl, Mrs. Monroe, and the groom’s mother for an early breakfast. Then we were all going to a beauty shop to have our hair and makeup done. But first, I had to also reapply my breast forms. Which Sara did for me.

It was fun sitting there with all these girls, and just chatting, and being accepted as one of them. I did notice that the other bride’s maids and Linda were a little under the weather. I guess that last night’s bachelorette party must have been a good one.

After breakfast, we drove to the beauty shop. As we walked in we were greeted by a woman who appeared to be the shop’s owner, and there were a number of other beauticians there. I guess it takes an army to do a dozen women’s hair and makeup.

The wedding photographer was also there, and the pictures started. She got us all together for a “before” photo. And then took pictures of each of us individually.

Mrs. Monroe took the owner aside, they whispered back and forth a little, looking at me every once in a while. I was beginning to wonder what this was all about. Then, Mrs. Monroe, looked over at me, and said, “Becka. Honey. Would you please come over here?”

I walked over, and the owner quietly said, “Hello Becka. I’m Mrs. Smyth, the owner. And, I understand that you’re the girl that needs a little, shall we say, special care.”

“Special care?” I asked.

“I still can’t believe this, but you’re a boy. Aren’t you? And, aren’t you wearing a wig? “

“Yes ma’am. Guilty on both counts.”

She smiled, and said, “I have someone that will take good care of you.”

Then she looked over at her crew, and said, “Jada. Will you come over here please?”

A tall, pretty, black girl walked over, and Mrs. Smyth said, “Jada. This is Becka, the girl that I talked to you about.”

Jada looked at me, and said, “Honey. If there is a boy under there, he should have been born a girl.”

I smiled. Then Jada said, “Come with me honey and we’ll make you prettier than you already are.”

I followed her back to a private room. I don’t think that anyone, except maybe Sara, saw me go with her. We walked into the room, and she had me sit in the chair. She looked at me, felt my hair, and then said, “That is really a nice wig. Real hair, long, and it’s just perfect on you. I’m going to have to remove it to wash it, but I think we can style it on your head.”

She carefully removed my wig, and brushed it. Then she took it over to the wash basin, and washed and conditioned it. She then placed it on a wig stand, came back over to me, and said, “You know. If we dyed your hair the same color as the wig. It would really be hard to tell that you were wearing a wig.”

I thought for a second, then said, “I had someone else tell me that. Won’t it take too long?”

“Not at all with your short hair.”

“Let’s do it.”

She was right it didn’t take long at all. Then she went over to the wig, felt it, and used a blow dryer on it for a few minutes. Then she brought the wig over, and said, “It’s still a little wet. I’m going to condition it, then we’ll put it back on, and start styling it as it slowly dries. What I’m going to do, is braid it, and work some wild flowers into it. It’ll look fantastic when I’m done.”

She put the wig on me, and started working. And we talked. She asked me about why I was dressing like a girl. And, I told her the story. She was quite while I told her the story, but kept working. When I was done, she said, “Girl. You are a wonderful friend. I don’t know of anyone that would be willing to do something like that.”

I replied, “Well. I love looking like a girl. I didn’t want the bride’s wedding to be ruined. And, I’m in love with her sister.”

“You don’t like boys?”

“No. Only girls.”

“And, this sister of the brides’. She’s the one that started this?”

“Yes. Back when we were eleven.”

“Girl. You are very lucky.”

“I know.”

Then she turned me towards the mirror, and said, “Do you like it?”

I looked at my hair and it was gorgeous. The hair from the front of my head was swept back, and the braids came around from the back of my head, and met just above my forehead. And the braids had flowers woven into them.

“Like it?” I said, “I love it. It’s gorgeous.”

Jada was smiling, and said, “Thanks honey. You’re pretty, and I wanted your hair to match. Now, we need to do your makeup.”

She turned me back around, and started cleaning my face. Then she got a puzzled look on her face, and said, “Honey. You’re not using a foundation?”

“No.”, I replied, “I never have.”

“Your complexion is fantastic. Would you mind if I used a very light foundation?”

“No. It would be a new experience.”

“Would you mind if I worked on your eyebrows?”

“To do what?”

“Make them a little more feminine then they already are.”

“Doing what?”

“I’d like to wax them, to remove a little hair from the bottoms, and give them more of an arch. It would give them a very nice, clean, line.”

“Sure. I’ve done this much. What’s a little more.”

She smiled. And, brought a roll around tray over, tilted my chair back, and asked, “Have you ever been waxed before?”

“I’ve had a full body sugaring done.”

She stepped back, and said, “You did go all out for this didn’t you?”

“Kind of. But, I had to look very good or I wasn’t going to do it. And, doing that helped.”

“Girl. You scare me. A boy willing to do this much for the sister of his girlfriend. Just what are you willing to do for the girlfriend?”

I grinned, as I said, “Anything.”

“Anything! Girl. I thought you were the lucky one. But, that girlfriend of yours is really the luck one. To have a boyfriend, or is it a girlfriend, like you.”

I just grinned, and said, “It’s both.”

Then she said, “I’m going to carefully spread some wax along the bottom of your right eyebrow, then place a cloth over it, rub it, and pull it off. It’ll hurt a little. But, it won’t take long. Okay?”

“Sure.”

She did as she said, and of course it hurt. Then she did my left eyebrow, she stood back, looked, and said, “Much better. And, looking at your face, I’m not seeing any beard shadow at all. So, we won’t need any kind of concealer.”

“Hmm.” I thought. “I wonder if she’s done this to a guy before?”

Then she went to work on my face. First a moisturizer, then she carefully covered my face, neck, and down on to my chest with a cream foundation. She told me that the foundation that she used was very close to my skin color. Then as she powdered my face, she told me that it was going to be warm today, and that the powder would set the foundation.

She then applied a light blusher to my cheeks, and then she went to work on my eyes. She took an eyebrow pencil to my brows, and then said, “I think you’ll be happy that we waxed your brows. They’ll really help make your eyes pop.

“I’m going to use an iridescent green on your lids, and make it softer as it gets closer to your brows and the outer edges. This color would be good for you anytime that you wanted to look special. Then, I’ll do your lashes, make them longer than they already are, and separate each lash.

“I’m going to do an open winged look with the eyeliner. Using a white on the bottom lid and a black on the top. But, I’m not going to get too fancy.”

And, she did all of this. Then, she said, “I liked the pink lipstick that you had on when you came in. So, we’re going with a pink, but a brighter one.”

She outlined my lips with a pencil, then applied the lipstick using the little brush.

Finally she turned me to the mirror and I just stared. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My eyebrows were really thin, and arched. It was me, but was it me.

Jada finally asked, “Honey. Is it too much?”

All I could do was shake my head no.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked.

I was finally able to say, “No. There’s nothing wrong. It’s just that I . . . I never thought I could look like this.”

“Honey. You’re a great canvas and easy to work on. Come on, let’s see how everyone else is doing.”

I slowly got out of the chair, and she handed me the lipstick, the liner pencil, the little brush, and all the other makeup that she had used, as she said, “Put these in your purse just in case you need to freshen your makeup.” Then I followed Jada out the door.

A few of the other girls were done. And, Sara was one of them. She saw me and just stared, then said, “Becka?”

I smiled, and said, “Yeah.”

“Oh my God. You look fantastic.”

“So do you girlfriend.” And, she really did.

“Oh no babe. You belong on the cover of Vogue.”

Just then Linda came out, I looked at her, pointed at her, and said, “Now that is downright fantastic.”

Everyone looked at Linda, and the attention turned to her. Her hair was really perfect, and she looked like a million dollars.

The photographer had been with Linda, and was now taking pictures of the rest of us. When everyone was finished, it was more pictures, including the “after” one.

Then we went back to the hotel to get dressed. Vicki and Mrs. Monroe were going to help Linda get dressed. Sara and I helped each other. And, I guess the other girls did the same.

As we were getting ready, Sara said, “While the rest of us were getting our hair done, one of the girls told us, that some of the groomsmen were saying that one of the bride’s maids wasn’t really a girl.”

“What!” I said.

“Don’t get worried. I guess someone started the rumor, and everyone was trying to figure out who it could be. And, they have no idea.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. But, be prepared. Gary may say something.”

“This is all I need.”

“Lover. Don’t worry. No one is going to figure it out. You are a perfect girl.”

“I sure hope so.”

“You are.”

I swear Sara loves lacing me into the corset. And, the two sided tape did hold the dress in place. When we were both dressed, we stood side by side in front of a mirror, and looked at ourselves. Sara said, “Damn. Two really cute girls.”

I grinned, and said, “Yeah. And, one of them is a boy.”

“Are you ready for this?”

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“Yes. I’m ready. Nervous. But, more than ready.”

We were very careful that we didn’t mess up our hair or makeup. Luckily we didn’t have much time between getting back to the hotel, getting dressed, and leaving for the wedding. Before we left our room, we both freshened our lipstick. And, put a few things in our matching clutch purses.

The wedding was scheduled to start at two, and just before one we, Linda, Vicki, all the brides’ maids, and the flower girl and her mother, left the hotel in limousines. Not much later we were pulling up in front of the church, and going inside. I glanced into the main part of the church, and the flowers were just gorgeous.

We gathered in one of the church’s anteroom to wait for two o’clock. I hadn’t seen Linda in her dress before, but it was wonderful. She really looked like a princess. Of course the photographer was everywhere. And, there was also a videographer making a move of the wedding.

I walked over to Linda, and said, “Linda. You look like a princess.”

“Thank you Becka.” Linda replied, “And, you look wonderful too.”

“I hope everything that you wish for comes true.”

“Thank you honey. You’ve help make this wish come true. Thank you very much.”

“I’m just happy to do it for you.”

“And, for Sara?”

“Yes. And, for Sara.”

“It would be fun to see the two of you in wedding gowns.”

“That would be fun.”

“Oh. Did you hear that the guys think that one of the bride’s maids is a guy?”

“Yes. Sara told me.”

“Don’t worry. They’re boys. They’ll never figure it out.”

“I hope so.”

“They won’t.”

We heard the church organ start playing. That told us that is would be about a half an hour before the service would start. I was wondering if my parents had made it. I looked out the window where I could see the front of the church just as a car pulled up. I saw a Marine in full dress uniform get out of the driver’s door, walk around to the back passenger’s door, and open it. He helped my mother out, then my dad got out. My mother looked very nice, and my dad was in his full dress uniform. My dad said something to the Marine, he saluted my dad, got back in the car, and drove away.

Just then Sara walked up to me, and asked, “Are your parents here yet?”

I just pointed out the window. She looked out the window, and we both watched, as anyone in uniform saluted him, and he returned it. We walked to the entry door just as they walked in, and my dad took his hat off. My mother saw us first, and her mouth dropped open. Then she said, “Becka. Sara. My goodness you two look wonderful.”

“Thanks mom.” I said.

Sara with her cute little smile, said “Thanks mom.”

My mother smiled, walked over, and hugged both of us. My dad then said, “Girls. I never seen the two of you look so pretty. And, Becka, I’ve called you princess before, but now I really have to call you princess. Because you look like a princess.”

“Thank you daddy. I love you.”

“I love you too princess.”

Then he looked at Sara, and asked, “And, my other daughter looks like a princess too,”

“Thanks daddy. You look really sharp in your uniform.”

“To be honest.” my dad said, “I’d rather be here in civilian clothes. I feel like a fish out of water.”

My mother and Sara laughed, and I just said, “What’s so funny?”

Sara looked at me, and said, “I know you’re really a blond. But, I didn’t think you were a dumb blond. Think about it. Your dad is Navy and we’re at the U.S. Military Academy.”

“Oh. Yeah. I guess I am a blond. That went right over my head.”

My mother shook her head, took my father’s arm, and they walked toward the doors to the sanctuary. As they did, I saw Gary approach them, and take my mother’s arm, and escort my parents to their seats. Sara and I went back in the anteroom to wait.

Just a couple minutes after two, the wedding planner came into the room, and said, “We think everyone is here, and we’re about to start. So, ladies if you’d line up as we did yesterday. I’ll come and get you when it’s time.”

Well, guess who the first one down the aisle is? Me. I’m the tallest. So, when we lined up I was right at the door of the anteroom, and could watch things.

I watched as one of the groomsmen escorted Phil’s mother and father down the aisle to their seats. Then the best man escorted Mrs. Monroe to her seat. And, then the Colonel, in full dress uniform, jointed us in the anteroom. Then two of the groomsmen pulled the white runner down the aisle.

The wedding planner came into the room, and said “All right girls. It’s time.”

I followed her to the doors to the sanctuary, and waited. Her assistant was standing there holding a box that had our bouquets in it. The music changed, and the wedding planner handed me a bouquet of flowers, and said, “Okay. Slow and steady.”

I walked slowly down the aisle like we had practiced yesterday. I looked around, and there was a lot of military brass in that church, and only one of them was Navy. My dad. I walked to my place, looked over at the groomsmen, and they were all in Army dress uniforms. As was Phil.

Then I looked up the aisle, and three more of the girls had already started down the aisle. Then I saw Sara start down the aisle, she looked very pretty in her dress with her hair done very nicely, and carrying a bouquet of flowers. Shortly after Sara started down the aisle, Vicki, the maid of honor started down the aisle. She walked passed me, and stood on my left. Closest to where the couple would stand.

The cutest thing was the flower girl and ring bearer coming down the aisle right behind Vicki. They looked so cute together. The ring bearer was in a tuxedo. And, the flower girl was in a miniature copy of the bride’s maid’s dresses. And, every few steps the flower girl would stop and throw some rose pedals.

Once the flower girl and ring bearer were to the front of the church. The music stopped. And, a few seconds later, the wedding march started. And, Linda escorted by the Colonel started down the aisle. Everyone stood and watched them. The Colonel looked very proud.

I won’t go into the details of the service. It was interesting, but it lasted longer than I thought it would. The cutest part was when the best man and maid of honor, tried to take the rings from the ring bearer. At first he didn’t want to give them up, but Vicki talked him into giving them up. At the end of the ceremony, the priest reminded everyone that we’d be in a receiving line at the front door of the church, and that the Arch of Sabers Ceremony would be held at the front of the church after some pictures were taken in the sanctuary.

When the ceremony was over, Phil and Linda walked down the aisle hand in hand, then we followed them down the aisle with our respective groomsman. And, then the brides and grooms parents. We set up a reception line, and greeted all the people that were there. There were comments from the women like, “All of you girls are very pretty.”, “I always cry at weddings.”, and stuff like that.

It took a little while to get everyone through the line, and one of the last people out was my dad’s Marine driver. I thought it was nice that he was able to be part of the wedding. Finally the wedding planner herded all of us back into the sanctuary for pictures, and that took a while.

Then the wedding planner had the wedding party go to the front door of the church, and the girls were told to go on outside. I was surprised how many people were still standing outside the church.

A short time later the eight groomsmen, in two lines, came outside with the sabers on their shoulders. They formed two lines facing each other, with room for Linda and Phil to walk between them. Everyone grew quiet, and watched. Phil and Linda walked out of the church and stopped just before reaching the first set of groomsmen.

The best man, loud enough for everyone to hear, said, “I would like to present Lieutenant and Mrs. McMaster.”

Then he said, “Present . . . Sabers.”

The eight groomsmen brought the sabers to their chins.

Then he said, “Arch . . . Sabers.”

The eight groomsmen then fully extend their sabers with their right arms, and turned the saber so that they formed an arch.

And, Linda and Phil started walking through the arch. As they reached the last set of groomsmen, they lowered their sabers to waist level, blocking the couple’s way. Then one of the groomsman said, “A kiss is required to pass.”

Linda and Phil turned to each other and kissed. There was a big round of applause. Then the two groomsmen lifted there sabers back into the arch, and the couple started walking again.

Then just as they got even with the last two groomsmen, the one on Linda’s side patted her on her bottom, and said, “Welcome to the Army, Mrs. McMaster.”

There was laughter and applause. Then in full military precision, the eight groomsmen marched back into the church.

Something really cool happened next, there was a release of a flock of white doves. They took off, circled the church a couple of times, then flew away.

And, shortly afterwards the limousines pulled up to take the wedding party to the reception. It wouldn’t be a long drive, as the reception was held at the West Point Club and it was only a short drive away.

As we were getting into the limousines, I noticed my dad’s car pull up behind us, and the Marine driver get out. And, this time I noticed that he was a Staff Sargent and was also wearing a sidearm. He opened the door for my mother and father.

We drove over to the Club, and as we were getting out of the limousines I saw an Army officer with three stars on his shoulder walking out of the Club. And, there was all kinds of saluting going on. My mother and dad were already out of their car. The Army officer saw my dad, and walked over to him. My dad saluted first, and the Army officer returned the salute. Then they shook hands and started talking.

I looked at Gary, and asked who the General was that was talking to my dad? He said, “He’s a Lieutenant General and the Superintendent of West Point.”

“Oh.”, was all I could say.

“They greeted each other like they know each other.”

“I don’t think so. He may know my brother, Richard. He’ll be starting his second year here.”

“Your brother is going here and your dad is an Admiral?”

“Yes. My dad wasn’t happy about it. But, it’s what my brother wanted to do. He could have also gone to Annapolis too.”

“He was accepted at both?”

“Yes. The last time we saw him was at my dad’s promotion ceremony last week. I guess the Secretary of the Navy pulled some strings, and had Richard flown in from some sort of summer training he was doing.”

“Just what in the hell does your dad do?”

“We don’t know, just like we don’t know what Linda’s dad does. All we know is that they work together at the Pentagon.”

Then Gary and I watched as the Colonel, walked up to the Superintendent and my dad. Of course everyone saluted everyone else. Then they shook hands. And, started talking.

Gary and I walked into the Club, and to the room where the reception was going to be held. I excused myself to go and change my shoes. All the girls had brought flats to change into for the reception, and after standing in these heels as long as I have been, I was ready. I walked into the ladies room, and Sara was there changing her shoes. She looked up, and said, “Changing your shoes too?”

“Yeah. I’m past ready.”

I sat down next to her, slipped my heels off, and rubbed my feet.

Sara smiled, and said, “It’s tough wearing heels like these for a long time.”

“Even just standing in them that long is hard.”

Then I noticed that she wasn’t wearing her three hearts ring, and I asked, “Where’s your commitment ring?”

“Oh that. Hmm. Did I leave it in our room? No. Just what did I do with that thing? No. I know it’s not there. Okay it must be here.” And, she reached into her bra, pulled out the ring, and slipped it onto her left ring finger.

“Now. Who’s being a brat?”

She grinned, and said, “Pay back.”

We slipped our flats on, fixed our makeup, and went back out to the reception. We wandered around meeting people, talking to other members of the wedding party, and just enjoying the decorations in the room. The wedding cake was a five tiered one and very nicely decorated, with a bride and solider, in full dress uniform, topper. There was also a groomsman’s cake that was a football helmet done in West Point colors on a football field. I guess Phil must have played football for West Point. He’s big enough.

The bridal party, plus the bride and groom’s parents, sat at one big table. And, we had a nice sit down dinner, and I was hungry. We hadn’t taken time for lunch. Of course there was the best man’s speech. The dinging of the glasses for the bride and groom to kiss. Which they did every time it happened.

Then the dancing started. And, there was actually a small band and they were good. It started with the bride’s dance, with Linda and Phil dancing. Then Linda’s dad broke in. Then Phil’s dad. Then the best man, and so on. Finally the whole bridal party was up and dancing. I ended dancing with my dad, Linda’s dad, Phil’s dad, most of the groomsmen, and a few more people who I didn’t know.

As I was dancing with the best man, he said, “Did you hear the rumor?”

“No.”, I replied, “What rumor’s that?”

“That one of you girls is really a guy.”

“What! You’re kidding me. Which one?”

“No one seems to know.”

“Are you sure that it’s true?”

“No. Not really. Like I said, it’s a rumor.”

“Believe me. When we were getting our dresses, I saw all of these girls in their underwear, and none of them is a guy.”

“Could be you?”

I stopped dancing and just looked at him, then said, “Me! You think I’m a guy. Thanks! And, there’s only one way to prove that I’m not, and we’re not going there. You’ll just have to take my word for it. Besides, do you think my father would allow me to do something like this?”

“Your father?”

“The Admiral.”

“Oh. Yeah. Right. You’re the Admiral’s daughter.”

“Yes.”

“Ah. Sorry.”

“No problem.”

I finally had to sit, so I wandered over to my seat at the bridal party’s table, and sat. I sat there by myself for a while, then Gary walked over and sat next to me. Then he said, “Becka. You are a very nice girl. And, I know that I’ll probably never see you again. But, I was hoping that we could at least write, or something. But, why didn’t you tell me that you and the bride’s sister are together?”

I looked at him, and I could see he was hurt. And, I had to think quickly. I then asked him, “How did you know?”

“Last night after the rehearsal dinner, I went looking for you, and I saw you two kiss. And, it wasn’t a friendly kiss. It was a lover’s kiss.”

“Gary. I’m sorry. I do like you. And, you are very sweet guy. I knew we would probably never see each other after this, so I just didn’t tell you. I should have. I was hoping that you’d notice that we were wearing the same rings, and put two and two together.”

“I thought that they were friendship rings.”

“No. They’re commitment rings.”

“I know that now.”

“Besides you’re what, twenty-two or twenty three? And, I’m only seventeen.”

“Seventeen! I thought that you were at least twenty.”

“I’m sorry.” And, I could feel the tears in my eyes.

“Becka don’t cry. You’re a wonderful person. And, I’m glad I met you.”

“I’m glad I met you too Gary.” And, I kissed him. It was just a quick kiss, but it was a kiss.

I got up, and almost ran to the ladies room. When I got there, Vicki was there. She saw the tears in my eyes, and asked, “Becka. Honey. What’s wrong?”

I told her about the talk Gary and I just had, and even the kiss. Then she said, “All of these guys are nice guys. And, he should have found out how old you were.”

“I know.” I said, “But, I just feel so bad.”

“Honey. Don’t. He’ll get over it.”

“I may not.”

Just then Sara came into the ladies room, put her hands on her hips, glared at me, and said, “Just what in the hell was that all about!”

I looked at Sara, and started really crying. Vicki yelled at her, “Sara. Stop! And, just listen to me.”

Then Vicki went on to tell Sara what had happened. And, I could see Sara’s face change, from one of anger to one of concern. When Vicki was done, Sara asked very quietly, “Becka. What about the kiss.”

“It was nothing.” I said, “I had just told him that I was sorry. And, I wanted to show him that I meant it.”

Sara walked over to me, and just held me. Then she said, “Baby. I’m sorry that I got mad. I should have asked first. Still love me?”

I was actually able to smile at her, as I said, “I’ll always love you.”

I heard the door open, and it was Linda. She looked at the three of us, and asked, “Is everything all right?”

“I think so.”, Vicki said.

“Gary came over to me and told me that he was worried about Becka. Then, he told me what had happened. I was worried, so I came looking for you, and found you here.”

“I was upset because I’d hurt a really nice guy.”, I said.

“I think he was more upset with himself then hurt. He told me that he should have found out more about you. Like how old you are, or if you were in a relationship. He really likes you, and said you were a wonderful person. And, that he was also upset with himself because he upset you. He told me to tell you that he wishes you and Sara all the best.”

“Really? That’s sweet of him. But, Linda you shouldn’t be in here, you should be out with all of your guests. I’ll be fine.”

“Becka. You’re very important to me. I had to be sure that you were okay.”

“Really. I’m fine.”

“Okay honey. Come back out and join us?”

“I will. I need to fix my makeup.”

Linda left, and Sara asked, “Are you really okay?”

“Yes. The three of you really helped. It’s . . . that I never felt so bad about something before.”

“I know it’s hard. Why don’t you fix your makeup? And, when you’re ready come on back out to the party.”

“Okay.”

“Good girl.”

Sara and Vicki left. I sat there for a few minutes gathering my thoughts. Then, I fixed my makeup. My mascara was a real mess, and that took some work to fix. And, once that was done, I touched up my lipstick.

Finally I walked back out to the reception, and got there just in time to see Linda and Phil cut the cake. And, then shove a piece of it into each other’s face. It was funny, and I couldn’t help laughing and applauding along with everyone else. And, that even helped me feel better.

I found Sara with my mother, and my mother asked, “Honey. Are you really okay?”

“Yes mom.” I replied, “I’m fine now. You know how I love wedding cake, lets go get some.”

And, we did. This was a really good wedding cake, and before the night was over, I’d had another piece.

Just before Linda and Phil were going to leave, Gary walked up to me, and asked if we could talk. He took my hand, and we walked outside. Then he looked in my eyes and said, “Becka. I’m sorry that I upset you. It was my fault. I should have asked you how old you were.”

“No Gary.” I said, “I should have sensed that you liked me and told you. And, I should have also been up front with you about my preference for girls.

“I look at it this way. I met a fun and wonderful guy. I like him as a friend. Could it go farther than friendship? No. But, I’ll always look at this as a very fun time in my life.”

He just looked at me, shook his head, and then said, “Becka. You are a special person. Whoever you spend your life with will be very lucky.”

With that, I hugged him, and whispered, “Gary. Be safe.”

After Sara and I were back at the hotel, she asked me what Gary had wanted. I told her that he wanted to apologize, and that we’d actually apologized to each other.

Then I told Sara about the conversation that I’d had with the best man about one of the bride’s maids being a guy, and what I’d told him. We had a good laugh over it. And, I thanked her for the earlier warning.

That night Sara and I only used one bed again, and didn’t get up until late on Sunday morning.

My father had told me last night that the plane would be here for us at about two the next afternoon. And, that we should join them for lunch at about eleven. Sara and I were up early enough to pack everything, and have it ready for the hotel staff to bring it down.

I did my hair in a ponytail, added some light makeup, and a little perfume. Put on a pair of shorts, a peasant top, and my favorite pair of wedges. Sara had been watching me, and she said, “You do that just like a girl.”

I looked at her, grinned, “Well. I am a girl. Aren’t I?”

“Yes you are.”, and then with that cute little smile of hers, she added, “Except when you make love. And, then you’re all man.”

“Only for you lover. Only for you.”

 

 

 
The wedding is over. I’d met a wonderful guy, and even if I did like guys, which I don’t, my heart belongs only to Sara. But, I hurt him, which really upset me. Other than that, it was a fun time. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. And, the guys never did figure out which bride’s maid was a boy. If there really was one. Well, it’s time to go back home and back to being Peter. Sigh.

Linda and Phil had left for their honeymoon early this morning. And, Sara and I had a nice lunch with my mother and father, and Sara’s mother and father. I told them about the conversation that the best man and I had. Everyone but my mother got a laugh out of it. She said, “Becka. That worries me. What if he, or one of the others, had found out?”

Sara came to my rescue, and said, “Mrs. Carter. Look at Becka and tell me what you see.”

My mother looked at me, then said, “A pretty girl.”

“You see her as a pretty girl. And, you know she isn’t. You know that she’s your son. And, you are worried that those guys would see her as a guy in a dress. There was no way any of them would have seen it.”

“Honey. Your right. She is a pretty girl.”

By the time we were done eating, the hotel staff had brought all of our luggage down. We were able to get all of our luggage into the Colonel’s rented van and my dad’s car. And, it was just a half an hour’s drive to the airport, and this was a regular airport.

The airport, Stewart International Airport, is about a half an hour from West Point, so it was a short drive. As we drove into the airport, the first thing I noticed was that it was small. We pulled up in front of the terminal, and a Skycap helped us unload our luggage, and move it into the terminal.

I knew that we didn’t have to check in since we were flying out in a Navy plane, but because it was a public airport we’d probably have to go through security. Security! Oh my God!

Both my father and the Colonel, of course, were in uniform, as was my dad’s driver. And, that got the attention of two Marines sitting in the coffee shop. They walked over to my father, saluted him, and introduced themselves as our pilots. My father returned the salute, and then introduced us.

Then my father asked one the pilots, “Why are we at the public terminal rather than the Air National Guard Base?”

“Sir.”, the pilot said, “Your office thought this would be more comfortable for your family. Is it a problem, sir?”

“No. I was just wondering.”

Then my dad, turned to his driver, and said, “Thank you for everything Ed. You’re dismissed.”

The Marine said, “It was my pleasure Admiral.” Then saluted.

My dad returned the salute. And, then they shook hands.

A few people from the airport came over, and told my father that they would be happy to help us with our luggage. And, my father thanked them. Then he asked where security was. And, one guy pointed, and said, “Right over there sir.”

As the people from the airport started to move our baggage to the baggage area, my mother and Mrs. Monroe went with them. Then I asked my dad, “Daddy. Do we have to go through security?”

“Probably.”, my dad said, “Why?”

“Ah. Who am I right now?”

“Becka.”

“My driver’s license has Peter’s picture on it, and says that I’m a boy.”

“Oh. Yeah. Wait here I’ll be right back.”

I watched as he walked over to the security area, and spoke to one of the TSA Agents, a woman. The TSA Agent picked up a phone, made a call, and shortly another TSA Agent walked up to them, shook hands with my dad, and they spoke for a few minutes. Then my dad walked back over to me, and said, “Honey. They want to talk with you for a minute.”

“Why”, I asked.

“They just need to be sure you are who you are.”

“Okay. Are . . . Are you coming with me?”

“Sure thing princess.”

We walked back over to the two TSA agents. And, my father introduced us. Then the guy who appeared to be the supervisor asked, “Miss. Would you prefer to talk here or in private?”

“We can do it here if that’s all right.” I replied.

“No. It’s fine. Your father, tells us that you are really a boy, but presenting as a girl. Is this correct?”

“Yes sir. We came up here for a wedding at West Point, and I was actually one of the bride’s maids. So, I traveled as a girl too.”

The woman TSA Agent said, “You were one of the bride’s maid?”

“Yes. The bride asked me to do it as a special favor.”

“Honey. You could have fooled me, you do look and talk like a girl.”

“So.”, the other Agent said, “Your photo ID has a picture of you as a boy, and the information on it also says that you are male?”

“Yes sir.”

“Can I see it?”

I dug into my purse, got my wallet out, took my driver’s license out, and handed it to him. He looked it over, and said, “Peter Thomas Carter. And you’re now going by?”

“Rebecca Emily Carter.”, I replied.

He handed my license to the woman TSA Agent. She looked it over, looked at me, and said, “The height looks about right. The weight also looks good. And, there is a very slight resemblance between the picture and her. I think that this is her.”

The supervisor then said, “Well young lady. The Admiral has vouched for you, and we know who he is. Your photo ID is boarder line. But, my associate believes that it is you. And, so do I. So, we don’t have a problem. Just see my associate when you’re ready to board.

“But, young lady, before you go any further in your transition, I would suggest that you get your identification updated.”

“Yes sir. Thank you. I’ll do that.” I replied.

As the woman TSA Agent handed me my driver’s license, she smiled, and said, “Have fun being a girl.”

I smiled, and said, “Thanks. I am.”

As my dad and I started to walk back over to the others, he asked, “Transitioning. Is there something you haven’t told me?”

I stopped. Looked at my dad, and said, “Daddy, what are you talking about?”

“Well. When you told the TSA Agent, that you’d update your identification before you transitioned any further. That tends to makes me think that you’re doing it. Even though your aunt said that you probably wouldn’t. Are you?”

“Dad! Did I really say that?”

“Yes you did.”

“I . . . I was so nervous. That I would have said yes to anything. No. I’m not going to become a girl.”

“I didn’t think so. You need to be a little more careful when you answer questions.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

He put his arm around my shoulder, and said, “Princess. It’s okay.”

We walked over to everyone else, and dad embarrassed me when he told them about what I’d said to the TSA Agent. Everyone got a laugh out of it, but me. I turned about twenty shades of red. But, the cute smile I saw from Sara had me wondering what she was thinking.

The plane we flew back in was a small twin engine jet, so we were back in Washington in about three hours. After unloading all the luggage at home, all six of us went out for a quiet dinner.

On Monday morning, it was still Becka. The special panty. A bra with my forms. Hair in a ponytail. A light touch of makeup. Hoop earrings. A few rings, and my commitment ring. A pretty necklace. A pretty white top, a pair of pink shorts, and a pair of my wedgies.

As I was eating a late breakfast, my mother and I were talking about the wedding, then she asked, “Well Becka. When is Peter coming back?”

“Soon. I guess.” I replied, “Sara and I are going to have our nails removed this afternoon.”

“You don’t sound too enthusiastic about it.”

“Yeah. They’re pretty, and I’ve gotten used to their length. But, they’re too much for every day.”

“They are.”

After breakfast I went and started to unpack. And, as I did, I mumbled to myself, “I’ve got to get on Sara about having me pack so much stuff that I really didn’t need.”

As I was hanging up my bride’s maid’s dress, I looked at it, and thought, ‘It’s a shame that I won’t be wearing this again.’

Then, when I took the high heels out of my bag, and placed them with my other shoes. I thought, ‘These were interesting, but give me my wedges.’

When I picked Sara up at one, she gave me a kiss, and quietly said, “I really missed you last night.”

I looked at her, smiled, and said, “I missed you too.”

We headed to the nail salon that had put our nails on. This was an interesting procedure, having your acrylic nails removed. First off, they placed cotton balls soaked in acetone on each nail and wrap them with strips of aluminum foil. Then you have to wait thirty minutes.

The area set aside for waiting was empty, except for Sara and me, so we talked while we waited. One of the first things that Sara said was, “I really meant it, when I said that I missed you last night.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Uh huh. I loved cuddling with you, and waking up with you holding me.”

“Yeah. That was really nice.”

“Plus what we did to each other, was amazing.”

“Yes. It was.”

“But, you know something?”

“What.”

“I think I’m more in love with you now then before Linda’s wedding. If that’s possible.”

“Really. Why?”

“Just being with you all that time, watching you, and seeing you like you really are.”

“As Becka?”

“No. As you. You’re willing to help people. You can be strong. You can be very soft and caring. You showed that you can be vulnerable. And, I’m truly sorry about how I reacted to the Gary thing. I know that you were just trying to be nice to him.”

“And, you know, I’m positive as to who I want to spent the rest of my life with.

“She has to be fun. Willing to accept me for who I am. A little crazy. Smart. Cute. And, love to do things with me.

“And, Sara. . . . It’s you. You are everything to me.”

She just smiled at me. Then said, “So you’re going to transition?”

“Sara! No.”

“Well your dad said, that you told the TSA Agent you were.”

“Honey. I was so nervous that I would have said yes to anything.”

“So. No more Becka?”

“You know better. You brought her out of me. And, I really love you for it. And, being in Linda’s wedding, actually made me see that I could go out, and pass as a girl. It was a fantastic experience. I had fun being a girl. It showed me how girls are treated. Which at times I didn’t care for.

“Is Becka going to go away? No way. Will Peter be back? Yes. Will we go out as boyfriend and girlfriend? Yes. Will we go out as two girl friends? Just try and stop me. Becka has a lot of her own clothes. She loves to look nice. And, those clothes aren’t just going to hang in a closet and get dusty. They’re going to get worn.”

“I’m glad.” Sara said, “I was just looking at your legs, and they still look really smooth. Are they?”

“Yeah they are.”

“I like you that way. You going to stay smooth?”

“I don’t know. But, I kind of like it too. So, maybe.”

“You know the more you do it, the softer and finer the hair gets.”

“Do it with me?”

“No way.”

“You would only have to do your legs.”

“If I do. Will you?”

“Yes.”

We chatted about other things for a few minutes, then I said, “Hmm. I still have polish on my toes.”

“So.”, Sara said, “You only see them when you wear open toed shoes.”

“True. Or, we go swimming.”

“Yeah. And, then everyone sees your hairless body too.”

“True. But, a lot of guys are hairless.”

“With painted toe nails?”

“Of course not. Maybe I’ll have the girls remove it.”

“We can do it at home later. Then when Becka comes back, we can just paint them some cute color.”

We continued talking about a number of things. What we were going to do for the rest of the summer. About our last year in high school. And, stuff like that. Then the girls doing our nails came over and got us. They took us back to their work stations, and went back to work. One at a time they removed the aluminum foil from my fingers, and then the cotton ball, and the acrylic nail came right off with it. Then they carefully went over each nail with a buffer to remove any remaining acrylic. She then had me wash my hands, and once they were dry, she gave me some nice moisturizing lotion to run into my hands.

The girl then asked me if I wanted any polish. I looked at Sara, who was sitting next to me, and she said, “I’m going with a clear.”

“Sounds good.” I said. Then I said to my girl, “Yes. A clear would be nice.”

After we were finished at the nail place, Sara and I went back to my house. My mother was gone to some kind of club meeting. So, we were alone.

I wanted to do something. No. Not that. So, we went to Becka’s room, and I started to remove Becka. Sara just sat on the bed, and watched. I removed my clothes down to the special panties. Then sat at the vanity, removed my wig, and carefully placed it on the foam head. Then I removed my makeup, and applied a good moisturizer. I carefully pealed the breast forms off, cleaned them, and placed them in their boxes. Then carefully cleaned my chest. After everything was said and done, I stood, and removed the special panty. As you can guess, by now, neither of us was embarrassed being naked in front of the other.

As I straightened up, after removing the panties, Sara was standing behind me. In a very quiet voice, she asked, “How long until your mother gets home?”

I looked at her reflection in the mirror. She had a look in her eyes that I’ve never seen before. Then I looked at the clock, and said, “Not for another couple of hours.”

When I looked back at her reflection, she was holding up one of the little blue packages, and grinning. I turned around, kissed her, and started to slowly undress her. I must have been working too slowly for her. She pushed me down on the bed, and quickly stripped.

As she got on the bed, she straddled me, bent down, and we kissed. And, that led to . . .

Over an hour later we were lying side by side, just looking at each other. Sara said, “Peter. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Sara.” I replied.

“I can’t wait until we can spend every night together.”

I kissed her, and said, “Me either.”

A few minutes later, we were in my room, Peter’s room, and I was getting dressed, yes, as Peter, I asked, “What if your mother finds out about us having sex?”

“You know.” Sara replied, “I don’t care if she does know. We’re close to eighteen, and we could marry without their consent when we are. And, since we’re so close in age, even having sex isn’t a problem.”

“You checked?”

“I just wanted to know. I didn’t want us getting in more trouble than my mother could give us.”

“Like I’ve always said, you are so bad.”

“Only for you lover. Only for you.”

That evening we had dinner with Sara’s parents. After dinner, we were helping Sara’s mother with the dishes. Then her mother opened Pandora’s Box when she said, “I hope you two behaved your selves at the hotel?”

I looked at Sara, and I could see fire in her eyes. I could also feel that she had really had enough of this, and she was mad.

Sara turned, looked at her mother, and, surprisingly, in a very calm way, said, “Mother! I have just had it with the way you are always on me about behaving because of something that Linda did!

“You can stop worrying. Because Peter and I are having sex.”

Her mother sat hard on a kitchen chair. And started to say, “But, . . . “

Sara stopped her with, “Mother. I’m not finished. You need to get used to it. We are going to continue doing it. We love each other very much. Are we using protection? Yes. And, I’m going to see my doctor, and go on the pill.

“And, don’t you dare blame Peter. I started it.”

Her mother just sat there, with her mouth open, and looked at Sara. I finally took Sara’s hand, and took her out on the patio. I looked at her, and said. “Where did that come from?”

“From the heart lover.” she said, “From the heart. That’s been building up in me for a long time. And, it just reached the boiling point.”

“You surprised the hell out of me. I figured that your mother and you were going to get into a shouting match. But, I think you really surprised her when you stood up for yourself.”

“I know. It surprised me too. But, I’d just had it. I had to tell her.”

We heard the sliding door from the den to the patio open, we looked over, and Sara’s dad walked out, and said, “Hi kids. Do you mind if I join you?”

Sara said, “No daddy.”

He walked over and sat across from us, looked at both of us, then said, “Sara. Honey. I couldn’t help hear what you said to your mother. I know she’s been really hard on you since the thing with Linda. But, she didn’t want to see something like that happen to you.

“But, I have to agree with you. She was too hard on you. And, I think you learned from Linda’s mistake.

“And, I’m not surprised that you and Peter are in an intimate relationship. Your mother and I were intimate when we were even younger than you.”

“What?” Sara said.

“Yes. Like you two. Your mother and I fell in love when we were young. She was sixteen and I was seventeen. And, things just happened.

“The only things that I ask of you two, is to take precautions. I don’t want to see you pregnant before you’re married. And, please don’t run off and get married. I would really miss walking you down the aisle.”

“Daddy. We promise that you’ll be there.”

Then as her dad went to get up, he looked at me, and said, “Peter. Please take care of my daughter.”

“Yes sir. I will.” I answered, “She means the world to me.”

“And, Peter. Becka is pretty and fun. But, it’s good to see you back to being Peter.”

“Daddy.”, Sara said, “Becka will be around from time to time. We have fun with her.”

He smiled, and said, “I would have been surprised and disappointed if she wasn’t around. She’s welcome any time she wants to visit.”

“Daddy you’re wonderful.”

He just smiled at her, and went back in the house. Sara and I sat there, and just cuddled for a while without saying anything. Then we got up, and went back in the house. Her mother and father were sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee.

Sara’s mother looked at us, and said, “Sara. I’m really sorry. I honestly didn’t know that it was bothering you that much. I just didn’t want to see you go through what your sister did.”

“Mom.”, Sara said, “I learned that lesson back when Linda almost died. And, until we went to West Point, Peter and I had never done anything. He’s been wonderful. He honored my request. And, I know it was hard on him. But, I was ready. Ready to show him my full love for him. And, honestly I did start it.”

Sara’s mother looked at me, and asked, “Does Peter know about Linda?”

“Yes. I had to talk to someone about it. So, I told him while we are at West Point.”

“Your father and I really love you. Actually both of you. And, just want to see you happy.”

“Mom. Dad. We love you guys too. And, what makes me the happiest is being with Peter. We know we’re old enough to be married, but we also want to wait. Hopefully until we’re through college. But, don’t be surprised if we move in together.”

“Honey. As long as you’re happy. That’s all that’s important.”

We then walked over to my house, and found my mother and father in the den reading. As we walked in, I said, “Mom. Dad. Could we talk to you?”

“Sure honey.” my mother said, putting her book down. My dad put his book down without a word.

Sara and I sat on the couch, my dad looked at us and had a look on his face that I couldn’t read. We sat there in silence for a few seconds, then I said, “We had a talk with Sara’s parents this evening. And, I figured that we might as well have the same one with you.”

My mother and father looked at each other, and then at us. Then I said, “I know that both of you know how we feel about each other. And, I guess I’ll make this short and sweet, Sara and I are having sex.”

I saw my dad actually relax a little, and sit back in his chair. My mother looked a little surprised, but said, “Is that all. I was afraid you were going to tell us that Sara was pregnant.”

“Mom! We’ve been careful. And, children can wait until later.”

My dad then said, “I really thought that you two had run off and gotten married.”

Sara looked at my dad, and said, “Dad. We wouldn’t do that to you. Like we promised my dad, you will be there when we’re married. We promise.

“But, don’t be surprised if we live together when we’re in college.”

My mother smiled, and said, “Knowing how you two feel about each other, I’d be surprised if you didn’t.”

Then with a grin on his face, my dad asked, “I just want to know. When you do get married. Will I be walking one of the brides down the aisle?”

“Dad!” I said.

“Well you did tell the TSA guy that you were transitioning.”

“Dad! Stop. I was nervous.”

“Just kidding.”

Then, as Sara and I were walking out of the den. I turned, looked at my dad, and said, “You know dad. A wedding with two brides would be fun.”

He just shook his head, and said, “In your dreams.”

“Hey. A guy can dream. Can’t he.”

Sara and I walked to the kitchen for something cold to drink. As we sat at the table, Sara said, “A two bride ceremony. You would do that wouldn’t you?”

“You know I would.” I said with a big smile.

A few minutes later my mother walked into the kitchen, and sat with us. Finally she looked at us, and said, “Peter. Sara. Ah. . . .This is going to sound a little crazy. But, . . . you know your father and I are gone a lot, and this is your house too.”

“Mother! What are you saying?” I said.

“Honey. We know that you two are . . . well . . . going to have sex. And, we just want you to be safe. We don’t want you doing it in the back seat of a car or at some motel. Like your father and I did.”

“Mother!”

“I know. That’s was more information then you wanted to know.”

I looked at Sara, she was smiling, and she said, “Well. I guess both sets of our parents were sexually active at our age.”

A few weeks later, Sara and I, the Peter me, were walking through the mall. We were going to see a movie, and have dinner. As we were walking past the food court, we heard someone say, “Sara. Peter.”

We looked in the direction the voice was coming from, and saw Vicki waving at us. She was sitting by herself at a table on the far side of the food court. We walked over, she got up, and greeted us with hugs. And, we sat with her.

Sara asked Vicki, “So, what‘s knew with you?”

“Oh. Not much.” Vicki replied, “Just that my boyfriend, Mark, asked me to marry him.”

“What! Wow! That’s wonderful. Did you say yes?”

“Of course I did. Silly.”

“When. Where.”

“Probably next June. And, here in D.C.”

“That is so cool.”

“And, Linda is going to be my matron of honor.”

“That’s great.”

“Now. Do you think that two of Linda’s cutest bride’s maids would be two of my bride’s maids?”

Sara and I looked at each other. Then Sara, pointing back and forth between herself and me, and asked, “You mean . . . ?”

Vicki grinned, and said, “Yes. Sara and Becka.”

Sara and I looked at each other, and in unison said, “We’d love to!”

Well, you’ve just read about the craziest two weeks in my life. I went from a geeky teenaged boy, who was a cross-dresser, to a pretty teenaged girl who was a bride’s maid, to a geeky teenaged boy that can transform himself, with the help of the love of his life, into a pretty girl.

Now, you may be thinking that Sara and I would be having crazy, wild, sex since both sets of our parents are aware that we are sexually active. And, we could have. But, you’d be wrong. We decided that we didn’t want to ruin a special time between us. So, we enjoyed each other only once or twice a week, but we make the most of those times. And, with Sara now on the pill, and not having to worry about those little blue packets, makes it even better.

Becka is still around. At least once a week, sometimes twice. And, sometimes one of those times is for the whole day. We’ll spend that whole day doing things as girlfriends, shopping, going to the park, going to a movie and dinner, or just hanging out. We actually found a cute girl’s swim suit that works really well with my breast forms. So, we’ve been able to go swimming together.

I’m also keeping my body smooth, both of us like it that way. And, Sara has actually started having her legs waxed. I’ve had my eyebrows questioned a couple of times, and I just tell people, that I like to keep them neat. But, since I’m a blond, my eyebrows aren’t very heavy.

Vicki’s wedding was a lot of fun. Both Sara and I being bride’s maids again felt good. The pretty gown. The high heels. The makeup and hair. I didn’t spend the two weeks prior to the wedding as Becka. I could have, but I didn’t. Sara and I also attended Vicki’s bridal shower. We never told the other two bride’s maids, or Vicki’s parents that I was really a boy. And, they interacted with me just like they would a girl. There was also a bachelorette’s party. We went, but since we were only eighteen, we didn’t drink. But, still had a fun time. And, it was amazing seeing how crazy women can be when they’re in a group like this. The only thing I didn’t like was when the stripper gave me a lap dance. But, Sara thought it was really funny.

Sara and I did graduate from high school, both with very good grades. And, were accepted to a couple of the universities we’d applied to. Of course we were going to the same university. Was there any doubt. The university requires that freshman and sophomores either live at home or in on campus dorms, and they can’t have a car on campus. Neither of us wanted dorm life, and the university was close enough to home that we could commute. So, we rode the Metro to Georgetown every day. And, between our sophomore and our junior years we found a small apartment just off campus and moved in together.

It was amazing waking up every morning cuddled with Sara. During the two years that we were in that apartment, we learned a lot about each other. And, the most important thing was, we are really meant to be together. Being in that part of Washington was fun, and being out as two girls was even more fun. Both of us did really well in college. I’m currently working full time, and working on my masters’ part time. Sara is also working, and thinking about working on her masters.

My father is still a Rear Admiral, but now has two stars. And, Sara’s dad is now a Brigadier General. And, you know something, we still don’t know what they do.

Sara and I did spend some time with my Aunt Dorothy. We talked a lot, took a bunch of tests. But, in the end, it was something that no one had ever seen before. She actually wrote a paper about us.

It turned out that my brother didn’t really have a problem with Becka, but Linda’s husband, Phil, did. He found out that one of the bride’s maids in his wedding was really a guy. And, that it was me. I guess he went ballistic, calling me all kinds of names, and threatening me. He wouldn’t listen when Linda tried to explain, and this caused some problems between him and Linda. I guess he was homophobic. In fact, when he was deployed overseas, Linda moved back home. And, I guess there was even talk about a divorce. A tough thing to do when you’re Catholic.
Now, back to my brother. During the summer before Sara and I started our senior year in college, my brother, Richard, was home on leave. And, Sara and I were having dinner with my parents, Sara’s parents, and Richard. And, out of the blue, Richard said, “Peter. I know that everyone here knows about you and Becka. And, I’m curious, are you still dressing like a girl?”

I looked at Sara, then at him, and asked him why he was asking. He said, that he’d had a lot of time to think about what I was doing, and how he’d reacted to it. And, he had spoken with someone, a psychology instructor at West Point, about it. And, he’d learned a lot about transgendered people. And, that he was sorry about the way that he’d reacted when he saw me that one time, but it had really shocked him. I accepted his apology. Then he asked if he could meet Becka again.

Now that shocked me a little, but said maybe. Then he said, that he’d really like to. I looked at Sara, and she told me to go ahead. My father actually said, “Go on. We haven’t had the pleasure of Becka’s company for some time. It’s a nice night. We’ll be out on the patio.”

Sara and I went to Becka’s room. There are still a lot of her clothes here. The wig that I had worn for Linda’s wedding was here. We’d purchased a new one, still a strawberry blond, but it was shorter, and was a good look for a college co-ed. And, that one was at the apartment. So, it was going to be the long wig. I looked through my chest of drawers, and pulled out one of the special panties that was still here, a nice bra, and some nylons to stuff the bra with. The forms were also at the apartment. Then I went into the closet, found a cute flouncy skirt, and a nice light pastel blue blouse with three-quarter length sleeves.

While I was gathering all of Becka’s thing, Sara and I talked about Richard. I was a little nervous about him seeing Becka again. But, Sara told me that he had sounded very sincere with his apology, and wanting to meet Becka again. I felt better about it after our little talk.

I undressed, and slipped on the special panties. It was still a struggle getting in to them, but worth it. Then came the bra, and the nylons to stuff it. Now, I’d hidden something in my lingerie drawer two weeks ago, and I’d snuck that out of the drawer with the bra, and then once I had my bra on and stuffed, I hid it in my bra.

I sat at the vanity, I slipped on a wig cap, and went to work on my makeup. I’ve used a foundation ever since Linda’s wedding, but only a very light one. I just liked what it did for my look and how it felt. Then a very light dusting of powder. I went with a very light eyeshadow, no eyeliner, but a nice coating of mascara. Got to bring out those eyelashes. No blusher. A light touch of eyebrow pencil. And, I went with a pink lipstick, after using a matching liner. I took the wig, slipped it on my head, brushed it out a bit. Then, I found a nice pair of hoop earrings in the vanity, and replaced my studs with them. And, added a couple rings, some bracelets, and a fine chain necklace.

Sara was sitting on the bed, and just smiling. Then came the skirt and blouse, and then I walked into the closet to find a pair of shoes. And, yes, I put on a pair of my wedgies. The ones with the zipper up the front.

As I walked back out of the closet, I asked Sara, “Well. Will I do?”

“Babe.”, Sara said, “As always, you look fantastic.”

I walked over to where Sara was sitting on the bed, and knelt down on one knee. She looked at my like, what are you doing?

I looked her in the eyes, and said, “Sara Marie Monroe. I love you with all my being. You are my world, and I am nothing without you. Will you marry me?”

I took her left hand in my left hand, reached into my bra, retrieved the ring, and slipped it onto her left ring finger. I looked back up at her, she was both crying and grinning. Then she said, “Baby. You are such a brat. And, I love you so much. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

We both stood up, I wiped the tears from her eyes, and we kissed. We kissed long and hard. Then we hugged. Finally Sara asked, “Did you have this planned all along?”

“No.”, I replied, “I was going to do it on your birthday. But, I just couldn’t wait.”

She kissed me again. Then looked at the ring. Then kissed me again. Then looked at the ring.

Finally she went into the bathroom to cleanup from crying, and I fixed my lipstick. We then walked out onto the patio hand in hand. Everyone looked at us, no one said anything right away.

My brother finally said, “Peter. I really don’t know about you. You’re a boy, but right now you look so much like a girl, that if I saw you anywhere, I’d see a girl. How do you do it?”

I grinned, and replied, “Sara was a good teacher, I’ve had a lot of practice, and I like to do it. So, I do the best job that I can.”

“And bro. No. I can’t call you bro right now.”

“How about Becka or sis?”

“Sis. I don’t know how you do it. But, you do a really good job, and really do make a pretty girl. And, you and Sara look cute together.”

“So, can you accept this part of me?”
“I think. But, give me a chance to get used to it.”

Sara’s father had been giving us a questioning look, and finally asked, “All right Sara. What have you grinning about?”

Sara held up her left hand, and said, “Peter just asked me to marry him.”

And, then I said, “And, she said yes.”

No one moved or said anything until my dad said, “That is so strange. Two girls standing there, and hearing that one has asked the other to marry her. I guess both Chuck and I will be walking a bride down the aisle.”

“No dad.” I said, “On that day, it will be Sara and Peter.”

Everyone got up, and there were hugs and congratulations all around. Sara’s mother said, “Kids. I’m just glad that you didn't elope.”

Sara said, “Mom. You’ve all been wonderful with us. We promised both of our dads that we wouldn’t elope. And, we wouldn’t do that to you guys.”

Then Richard said, “Peter. Just promise me that when and if I get married, that you’ll be Peter and not Becka at the wedding.”

I grinned as I said, “No promises bro. No promises.”

He just shook his head, then he asked Sara, “Okay sister-in-law to be. Who asked you, Peter or Becka?”

Sara grinned as she said, “Both.”

Then she told everyone how I’d proposed. And, her dad said that we’d never be able to tell anyone that story. And, we all laughed.

Sara and I married a year later. And, my brother was my best man. Linda was Sara’s matron of honor. We actually had a very small wedding, only family and a few friends. I think both of us had had it with large weddings after being in two as bride’s maids. And, Sara was the only one in a wedding gown.