[Ladyboy][New beauty]

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The new beauty—

the dress was huge and heavy, easily five feet in diameter, with a pale green skirt that cascaded to the ground along the crinoline.

Worse still, the corset tightly cinched my waist, reducing my 27-inch waist to 22 inches,
creating a completely feminine curve and pushing the excess fat from my abdomen towards my chest, forming a
not-so-full, but still beautiful bust line. I wore a brown wig with long,
curled hanging down my back, and silver-white high heels with a green buckle.

I stood before the mirror, staring in astonishment at my reflection, because I had always thought it impossible.
In my mind, I would look like a clown if I wore women's clothing, but actually… I was amazed! I looked
like an angel! It was my mother who insisted I dress like this, because she once caught me wearing her clothes
! I must admit it was fun wearing her clothes, but that was all; I never thought anything of it. When she saw me
, I clearly saw the look of shock on her face. …I was terrified; perhaps that incident
directly led to my current situation…

My name is Kyle, I'm 17 years old, still just a child.

“Okay?”

“Do I really have to do this, Mom?”

“Yes!”

I looked into her eyes with a pained expression, begging her to let me switch back, but she took my arm
and led me to the living room.

In the living room, Dad, who was sitting on the sofa, immediately stood up, his six-foot-five-inch frame erect. His
eyes gleamed with astonishment. As I approached, I stood fearfully before him, expecting him to say something—
anything to break the silence between us, anything to stop Mom's punishment… But
he said nothing. He said nothing, just circled me twice, looking me up and down.
As , my feet felt like they were nailed to the ground; I didn't move an inch.

"How do you feel?"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, I mean, how do you feel wearing these clothes? Do they fit? Are they comfortable to walk in?"

"...Yes, Dad," I said reluctantly. I should have told him: that corset was practically
killing me! "I think you certainly have enough to attract attention."

He then turned to Mom and asked her, "Is a year enough?"

She replied, "Almost! But if he puts in the effort, it will be enough."

I didn't know what they were talking about, and I didn't dare ask them...

"Let me tell you, Marianne..." Mom sat down and said to me with a smile...

"We never thought about this before, until the day I found you wearing my clothes... You know,
every spring, there's a ball for girls to enter society, it's hosted by the country club..."

Of course I knew about that ceremony, it was a coming-of-age ball for girls who had turned eighteen, essentially
announcing to the world that a girl had grown up and was ready to date. My greatest wish was for a beautiful
girl to ask me to go to that ball with her, but right now I didn't know what that had to do with me. My mother continued
, "...When I told your father about your unusual interests, he put your name on
the list for next year's prom. That means we only have one year to train you to be a girl,
a graceful and beautiful girl!"

They looked at me, waiting for me to process what they were telling me, waiting for my response.

It did take me a moment to grasp their true intentions. When I finally understood, I gasped in surprise
, "You want me to go to that first social dance as a girl? No
! Absolutely not! I will never agree to that! Besides, the only time Mom caught me
dressed !"

Dad said sternly, "You seem to have misunderstood us, Kyle! We're not asking you; we
're demanding that you do this. From now on, you can no longer wear any men's clothing!"

"But, dear…"

His face grew even colder, his eyes narrowing into slits, and then he said to me, his voice reproachful,
his tone like a judgment, "Don't say anything! What name do you want? You can decide that, but you must
start now!"

For a long moment, my mind went blank, and finally, the words that escaped my lips were: "...Mary…"

"Okay, Mary! Mom will be your mentor. She will teach you everything you need to learn, but you
must always keep in mind the introductory ball next year. You must appear in public! I think... this is
also in line with your own wishes. You will do well! Right?"

I didn't say anything, and then Mom took my hand, and we walked back to her bedroom. "You must think
we're doing this to punish you, but you're wrong, Mary! It's actually because of your father…

He's facing a very important merger deal, in other words, he desperately
needs , because the person negotiating the merger with has a son about your age who heard about
the ball and wants to attend. You know the rules of that ball—he can't attend without a girl asking him out
.

That would weaken the merger deal. But when I found you wearing my clothes and
told your father, he realized you might be able to solve the problem. Later… without consulting me, he
told his partner that his 'daughter' had the honor of inviting his child to dance! And the 'daughter
' he was referring to could only be you!"

I was speechless. My father would do that? I stood there in shock…

"Your father was a bit too quick-witted, we all know his characteristics, but it's true he loves you very much. But
he'd already said it and couldn't find any other way, so he had to ask you to do this."

"…"

"Come on, let me change you into something more comfortable."

Mom helped me take off my crinoline skirt and then untied the corset belt. As it fell to the ground, I felt
much more relaxed. I took a deep breath, and my ribs returned to their former state. When I was
down to my underwear, Mom handed me a bra...

"Just think of this as an adventure! That way you'll adapt more easily."

Aside from that one time my mother caught me, I had never worn any women's clothing because I couldn't overcome
the conflict within my masculine thoughts. Sometimes, however, I couldn't resist the urge to try dressing as a beautiful girl… But being
forced to wear bras and panties was a different matter entirely.

I stood there in my panties, staring blankly at the bra in my hand…

Finally, I threw the bra on the floor, looked up at my mother, and said, "Mom, you know this is ridiculous, you
know! I've never worn your clothes before, I really don't know why you and Dad made me do this?"

My mother, though not as awe-inspiring as my father, was equally stubborn. I looked at her in surprise, while she simply sat
quietly on the bed, smiling at me with an unyielding expression. “I said the same thing to your father,
but he took this very seriously. The merger will bring our family huge benefits, huge benefits, Mary! Our
future will be secured, even your and your children's future will be secure, maybe even more…

He's willing to take the risk for such a large sum of money, and he believes you can do it, and you will do it very well
!”

“But he got angry with me just now, Mom, I don't know why?”

“He wasn't angry with you! He was angry with himself for doing this to you! Believe me, he knows
you're very unwilling, but he had no choice in that situation. He made a promise, and you know he always
keeps his word! You know we don't have any female relatives your age in our family, and looking outside the family
is obviously not a solution. So he had to make do with you.”

Of course, I know my father keeps his promises; his success in his career is all thanks to this trait. But
this happened to me…

I picked up the bra from the floor, feeling a mix of emotions, and thought, “I’m so sorry for him.”
I had no choice. …In my memory, he had never asked me to do anything I didn’t want to do.
He did everything for me. He was never overly strict or stingy with me. I got my own car and many
other things I wanted. In other words: I had no complaints about him.

“I wanted to tell you that if you want to change your name, you can tell me.” I looked at my mother,
realizing she was also in a dilemma. Whether she wanted to or not, she had to make me a girl.

“…No, Mary is fine, Mom.”

“Let me teach you how to wear it.”

My mother came over, wrapped the bra around my body, fastened it at the back, and then stuffed some socks inside.

"Now we'll start learning makeup."

I sat in front of my mother's dressing table, and she began to teach me. She chose a foundation
cream that matched my skin tone and applied it to my face. I looked in the mirror and saw my face change from uneven red and white to a soft and even tone.
Then she applied powder and finally used a makeup brush to brush away the excess powder. My face in the mirror looked smooth and rosy.

"We didn't do your makeup at first because we wanted to see how you would look in women's clothes,
but every girl wears a little makeup, and we hope you can do the same—now, you need to pay attention and learn
carefully !"

I tried hard to learn how to apply eyeshadow and eyeliner, going back and forth three times, washing it off and washing it off, until my mother
was satisfied.

"Now let's get dressed."

I put on pantyhose, then a pair of white underwear, and then a skirt. It was a white dress with
thin straps hanging on my shoulders. The dress hugged my body tightly, and the low neckline showed off my
bust line. The length of the dress just covered my upper thighs.

Mom zipped up the wig on my side and handed me another wig, this time a dark brown one,
slightly shimmering under the light, with inward curls. I put it on, and then Mom
handed me a lipstick. I sat down and applied it, my lips instantly appearing red and glossy.

"Put this on, Mary." Mom brought me a pair of white low-heeled shoes. I was surprised
to find they fit perfectly. Worse still, when I looked at myself in the mirror again, I realized that
what Dad probably wanted me to do was clearly not a problem! Everything about me was gone; now I looked like
a complete teenage girl! "I know you can do it! Now all we need to do is buy you more clothes,
especially underwear. And then, once your hair grows longer, we need to style it nicely. Now,
let's go see your father!"

Mom stood by the door waiting for me. I stood in front of the mirror again, facing my reflection, unsure whether to be happy
or sad. I paused for a moment, then took my first step…

Mom and I walked through the hall, the sound of my heels tapping on the hard wooden floor
echoing in my heart. Almost as soon as I entered the office, Dad stood up and came over.

“Did Mom explain to you?”

“Yes, Dad.” His face relaxed slightly.

“I hate this, almost as much as you do, but I have no other choice. If you really
don’t want to do this, I’ll tell my partner to cancel it.”

This was my chance to back out, but if I really backed out, how would Dad tell the other party? That
I wasn’t old enough? That I couldn’t go to the dance? Even if saying that would get me off the dance, since Dad
had said he had a “daughter,” this “daughter” would have to meet other people, right? Even if not at the dance, she’d
appear at family gatherings! Then I’d still have to be a girl. Holding the key to this predicament, all I had to do
was use it, so why not give it a try? My parents have always indulged me and never made things
difficult for me. This was the only time they'd ever asked me to do something, and maybe this was my chance to repay them
… With that in mind, I said, “Dad, I’ll do it! But only until the end of the ball!”

“Great! Thank you!” He picked me up, and then Mom and I went out into the hall and back to our bedroom.

“That corset must have been very uncomfortable for you, right?” I nodded. Mom smiled: “I used to hate it too,
honey, but we have to wear it for the men.” Then she said seriously, “
A girl must weigh about 120 pounds, so you’ll have to diet to lose some weight. And of course, you’ll be going through
a year, which is a long time, so we’ll have to get a plastic surgeon to help you get in shape.”

My face showed shock; what she was telling me must be her final decision.

"...It's just some subcutaneous fat removal to make your waist thinner, some materials to make your
hips rounder and fuller, then a small breast implant to make your body like a girl's, and
laser treatment to remove your fuzzy beard."

"Breasts! I want breast implants?"

"Like I said, you have a long year to get through, Mary, and neither of us wants
to be exposed during this year. But everything I've said isn't permanent. After it's all over, you can have all the
implants removed and be yourself again."

Mom doesn't take things to heart, so I believed her and was almost ready to agree to everything she said
.

"You'll also need to do aerobics. Maybe ballet will make your body more flexible and agile,
like a girl. Mary, once you've finished your figure, you can do those
exercises like all the other girls!"

I was still blankly thinking about having breasts when Mom nudged me. "Are you listening to me?"

"Oh. Sorry, Mom."

"We're going shopping, Mary. You need so much, you're missing almost everything!"

She was right. I'm 5 feet 7 inches tall, and Mom is only 5 feet 1 inch.
Very few of her things fit me; most are too small.

"What should we buy?"

"Underwear, first bras, then panties, stockings, and underskirts, then skirts, shirts,
bodysuits, dresses, cosmetics, bags, high heels, jewelry, hair care products, and so on and so forth. You see, there's quite a lot to
buy ."

"You see, Mary, we'll start with the basics. You'll also be taking ballet lessons in three weeks, and we
need to prepare you during that time."

Three weeks! I muttered to myself, thinking it was impossible in such a short time. Three weeks later, I couldn't possibly be
dressed like a girl, dancing with so many girls.

"Wait a minute, Mary, I'll get you a bag." She had brought a bag herself.

"I put your wallet in it, Mary, and your lipstick. Ready?"

As we drove to the mall, I started to feel nervous. At home, it wasn't a big deal, but in a public place,
things were completely different. I was afraid of seeing my friends there, but Mom didn't notice my
anxiety .

She parked the car and then saw my expression: "Honey, you look great. Come on, it's okay."

I opened the car door, got out, took a few tentative steps, and followed her into a large department
store .

The lingerie department was on the second floor, in the back. Mom started piling clothes onto my arms, and when
we got to the lingerie closet, she said, "Mary, pick out what you like, take three sets. I'm going over there for a bit,
I'll be right back."

She walked away, leaving me standing there, unsure what to do next! ...I felt as if I had been abandoned
, only able to walk on the road, feeling helpless and exhausted. I thought about how she
was appearing and disappearing over there, and I wanted to go over and be with her.

"I've already paid for this. Put this on. I need to buy some other things. We'll
meet at the door later," my mother said, handing me a strangely shaped pair of light-colored underwear and pointing to the changing room.

I went into the changing room and put on the underwear, and was surprised to find that I now had a perfectly round bottom! I went
out and met my mother at the door. We walked out of the lingerie store together.

We arrived at another clothing store, and Mom started buying dresses and suits even more frantically. I
began to protest: "Mom, these are for women your age! I'm only seventeen, have you forgotten?"

This seemed to remind her; she hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, whatever you like
!"

...Great! ...But I had absolutely no idea what I needed! All I knew was
what the girls at my school wore. So I picked out some clothes according to their style. ...A little while later,
I had chosen several dresses and three suits. Mom then went with me to look at bodysuits, and we bought five pairs of
leggings and three bodysuits. We also bought several pairs of flats and heels at the shoe store. Now,
all the stuff was killing me, so we had to drag it to the car.

"Mary, let's get something to eat first, then we'll look at cosmetics, and we need to see the doctor,"

Mom said, pushing me forward. I started to resent this whole thing. Wearing my own women's clothes was
to make myself look less like a 50-year-old woman, and I could understand the makeup! But
surgery to make me look more like a girl was another matter entirely! Mom clearly wanted me to be
completely , and I didn't know how to stop it! I did
my makeup with a whole bunch of women's cosmetics Mom had bought, then drove to the clinic to see the doctor, who happened to be a woman. In her office,
she told me she knew why I had to cross-dress, but she wanted to hear my own thoughts. Although I
still had many doubts, Mom had already spent so much money on me, and I had already promised Dad, so
I just nodded and said it was what I wanted to do.

"Come back here at 10 o'clock on Thursday, Mary, and bring a sports bra and a t-shirt."

Okay, I had promised. Mom and I went home, and we finally managed to bring a whole bunch of new clothes inside.

"You'd better use that green room for the next few days; we've renovated your room!"

She wasn't joking! ...My room was completely messed up;
the painting the walls pink. My desk, computer, chair, and rug were all gone, and I found
they'd been moved to the green room.

I opened the bag, took out the clothes I'd just bought, held them up in front of me, and decided to try them on. I
changed into a dress and went to the living room, where my mother was sitting knitting.

"Why did you paint it pink, Mom?"

"We think that if you're always in a feminine environment, it makes it easier for you to assume a feminine role. And..."
Pink rooms are usually for girls. …Don't worry, relax, enjoy them, Mary!

So many changes have happened these past two days that I can't quite keep up. So I decided to go online to see if there was
any information about boys turning into girls.

I was shocked by what I found. I was amazed by how much information there was online, from
breasts to makeup, and there was even a place that sold special underwear that could make boys
look and function like girls, and even have sex! I wrote down the website,
printed it out, and read it carefully.

If I had breast implants, I would certainly look more like a girl, but if I had such a
special underwear, maybe I would be a complete girl, wouldn't I?

I told my mom I had to go out for a bit, and then for the first time, I dressed like a girl and
drove to the store, chose the right color according to the description, and signed the order.

If I want to look like a real girl, I have to do my best! Just like my parents
want! I didn't tell them about the underwear, its special features,
or even that I'd bought one! When Dad came home, Mom and I were sitting in the living room.
He glanced at me but said nothing. At the dinner table, I noticed he kept looking at me with
a slight smile. Mom told him we'd gone shopping and had an appointment with the doctor Thursday morning. She didn't say
anything else, and neither did I. The next morning, I went out and bought a pink t-shirt and a sports bra…it seemed like
pink would become my color! I spent the whole day trying on clothes and various makeup looks until I
knew what went with what. I could do my own makeup quite well now! Dad still didn't say anything at dinner.
I went back to my bedroom to play on my computer. This transition didn't seem so bad. All I had to do was wear
girls' clothes and dress up nicely. I seriously considered it. I thought: I can endure this
for a year . Once the prom is over, I can immediately become myself again and start my new life! Isn't that right?

...

Dr. Benson helped me lie down on the operating table. My left wrist was hooked up to an IV drip and a little sore.

"Mary, don't worry, just lie down and relax. Soon, before you even realize it, we'll be done."

She was right. I don't remember anything. When I woke up, I was in a small room. My mother was sitting
beside , and my father came over. My hand went down to check that my original parts were still there. I moved my hand
up and felt a swelling in my chest. I felt a loud voice in my head telling me: I have breasts! A
small bandage was wrapped around my chest, covering a small incision.

"Hi! Baby, how are you feeling?"

"A little dizzy."

"Get some rest."

I felt a little sleepy.

When I woke up, my mother helped me put on a t-shirt and took me home. I haven't seen myself in the mirror yet,
but I feel like I'm walking ridiculous now. Of course, it must be because I have breasts and
a bigger butt than before. I feel like my center of gravity is off! I lay down in my bed and slept until the next
morning .

Mom removed the bandages, and it was the first time I'd seen my new breasts. They looked firm and
shapely , not sagging at all. Mom said I was an A cup. My waist was now 24 inches, and my buttocks
were naturally full and rounded, forming a beautiful curve from my waist to my groin.

"Why don't you take a shower and get dressed, Mary? We can go out and buy you some ballet clothes
and leotards."

"Can't we go tomorrow, Mom? I'm still a little unaccustomed to it." Mom nodded, and I went into
the bathroom. My package arrived at noon, and I took it straight to my bedroom without telling Mom what it was. I
opened the package, took out the contents, carefully read the instructions, then took off
my clothes, applied the lubricant included in the package, slipped my penis into the sleeve, and pulled up my pants. When the pants were on
, I felt them tightly enveloping my genitals. I looked in the mirror and saw that I was now
completely a girl! I had breasts and a vulva, exactly like any other girl. I quickly put on
a pair of hot pants, then a sports bra and a tight top, and finally sneakers.

I looked in the mirror again, and I was shocked by my completely youthful appearance!
The hot pants accentuated my long legs, making my already slender frame appear even more graceful, and my breasts stood out prominently
under the tight top. Although I was extremely reluctant to admit it, I didn't resemble a man at all! I knew I
could pass for a woman! Although at this moment I was still a little ashamed of my unusual fondness for women's clothing! I went out
to see my mother, and the first thing she noticed was that something had changed about me, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. The
tight hot pants clung to my lower body, making me look like a completely natural girl.

"You look fantastic, darling!"

"Thank you, Mommy, I'm all set to go out with you, anytime!"

That night I ate dinner in those shorts, but during dinner, I took off my bra,
which surprised Dad when he saw me. My nipples were sticking out from under my tight-fitting clothes, like
two tiny fingers. The tight shorts also surprised him, but he
did n't say anything, though he seemed quite pleased. Mom told me to dress more formally for dinner next time.

The next day, I went to a sportswear store to buy some leotards. Mom came with me, of course, as it
was part of the plan, and I decided to try them on. When I took off my shorts, Mom stared curiously at my
lower body. I guessed she wanted to see my bulge, but she didn't. Finally, I took off my underwear and prepared
to change into my pink leotard.

"Mary, how can you have a girl's genitals? How could this happen? Put your underwear on and
try on the clothes."

After I finished trying on the clothes, I walked out of the fitting room with her, standing next to her as if nothing had happened.

On the way home, my mother didn't say anything. But when we got home, she insisted on taking a close look, so she...
In the room. I showed it to her, but only told her that I could now sit up to pee, without telling her about the other functions of this fake
vagina .

"Where did you find this thing?"

"On the internet, Mom. There are a lot of websites about boys dressing as girls, that's where I found it."

She didn't say anything when she left my bedroom, and I thought it was time to give Dad a little surprise.

At the dinner table, I wore a pretty dress and a tight top. That same evening, as he
sat in the living room watching TV, I took out my only doll costume, which was white and almost completely transparent
. If I opened my robe, every part of my body would be exposed. So I put it on,
put on the robe, and when Dad looked at me, I "accidentally" let the robe's hem open. I wasn't
wearing any underwear underneath, and my breasts and my new "valley" and thick bush were vaguely visible...
For only about a second, I pulled my robe tighter again. Mom didn't say anything, but Dad was obviously very embarrassed.

After that, I went to ballet class twice a week, did aerobics every morning and evening, and started dieting.

Since I was new to ballet, my teacher mostly taught me flexibility exercises. Although
I looked completely like a girl, I wasn't.
Changing either. For 17 years I was used to admiring girls' behavior, but now… I
had to try to be a girl myself.

In my aerobics classes, there were many girls my age, and many
girls . No one noticed I was different from them while changing clothes; they even changed and
showered in front of me.

When I was learning ballet, my new breasts bounced up and down with my movements. Getting used to this feeling
wasn't easy either; no wonder women wear tight sports bras when exercising. If you don't keep those
two lumps in the right position, it's very uncomfortable to jump. I always changed and showered at home and
never thought about trying out my special underwear. My hair had grown long enough in the past two months
to be styled into a pixie cut, and I was so happy to finally take off that stuffy wig. I also
trimmed my nails, making them long with rounded tips and painting them a vibrant red. My weight
had dropped to 118 pounds, and now I wear a size 10, the smallest
size I need to add some more clothes to my wardrobe.

I moved back to my newly renovated bedroom, back to my own space, but
now I have to dress up like a girl every day… There was
a knock at the door. I opened it; it was Dad.

“You’ve worked hard for a long time. I think we should go out for dinner. Wear something nice, Mary.”

“Okay, Dad.”

He closed the door and went out, a smile spreading across my face. I did my nails for the second time. While strolling through the shopping
street, I saw an extremely beautiful evening gown… Having a girl's body and dressing
like for over two months has sometimes made my thoughts girlish too. When I saw that gown,
I felt the same desire as any ordinary girl—to own it. And tonight, I could wear it! I went into the bathroom,
covered my newly styled hair with a plastic shower cap, and after showering, I explored my new body with my fingers,
caressing my breasts. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, like a warm current surging within me
. I never expected to feel this way. Two months without release; I should have some urges,
but strangely, I still didn't get an erection.

I finished showering, dried myself, and left the bathroom, applying some scented powder. I went into my bedroom to change,
pulling up my special underwear. I realized I had become more girlish than I had imagined. Girls
don't get erections, even when they feel pleasure. And I, too, wouldn't get an erection. Perhaps this was a turning point,
a huge change for me. I sat in my room putting on makeup; the light makeup made my face look more vibrant. I
no longer needed anyone to help me dress. I put on pantyhose, chose a black bra with lace
demi-cups and high, thin straps that created a beautiful cleavage.

My waist had now dropped to 23 inches, so I didn't need a corset anymore. I pulled the evening gown over my
head and zipped it up. I put on a new pair of black high heels. I went to the mirror, and the black,
low-cut, form-fitting outfit accentuated my figure perfectly, making my legs look even longer and more beautiful in the heels. This
was exactly what I had always dreamed of. I put on gold earrings, and a simple gold necklace hung around my neck,
a black onyx piece peeking out from under my cleavage. I sprayed
the perfume my father had given me on my wrists and under my armpits, and finally applied a soft lipstick…

I put my wallet and lipstick in a black handbag, took one last look at myself in the mirror,
and left the bedroom for the living room. Mom and Dad were already waiting there, dressed impeccably. Dad wore a grey
tuxedo, and Mom wore a dazzling silver evening gown.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, Mary."

"Thank you, Mom."

Dad was speechless for a moment, then smiled and took my hand!

We got into the car, and Dad drove to the country club. Under Mom's guidance, I spent two
hours practicing how a girl walks, how to sit, and so on—it had become second nature to me. Many of Dad's
friends knew I was his son, but none of them recognized me. The worst thing that night was when
a boy asked me to dance. I was led onto the dance floor, flustered, and glanced back to see Dad frowning.

I also heard Mom telling Dad to be polite.

It was my first time dancing with a boy, but I quickly adapted to dancing as a girl. He asked
if I could have him take me home, and when he held my hand, I couldn't find a reason to say no. That was my
second mistake. My parents had no choice but to agree. On the way home, he stopped the car and kissed me. Because
I rarely had intimate contact with someone my age, my emotions spiraled out of control; I forgot everything. I longed to
hug and kiss someone, but this time it was a boy! Harold placed his hand on my breast.
I was almost fainting from the feeling; it was so special, so exciting. The harder he
caressed me, the harder it was for me to tell him to stop. Then I felt his hand slip under my clothes, his other
hand guiding my hand toward his groin. He tried to push me down, and my last shred of reason made me want to say "no!" But
most of my emotions told me, "I won't get pregnant anyway." But I knew that for all girls, this
was wrong, and it was no exception for a boy like me dressed as a girl, so I finally
made him stop. But he still wanted to persist, and I felt his hand push my head toward his groin.

"Kiss it," I heard him say. Then he continued to pull me toward him, and finally I pushed him away
: "I'm not that kind of girl, Halard!"

His hands continued to roam over my body, and each touch made me almost lose control. Suddenly, he became
breathless , his body trembling. I realized what he had done. I felt a pang of guilt.
How could I have done this? We both came to our senses, and he later took me home. When I walked through the door, my mother was waiting for me.

"Don't tell me you were a bad girl tonight, Mary, it's written all over your face!"

I started to cry; it was the first time since I was a child that I had broken down in tears in front of my mother.

"Come, tell me everything!" My mother and I went into my room, and I changed my clothes
until I was completely naked in front of her. My completely soaked underwear lay on the floor in front of us, and I felt
something running down my legs, so I immediately went to the bathroom to wipe myself clean. "You had sex tonight,
didn't you?"

"No!" I said through my tears. "You didn't tell me that your underwear could make you function like
a girl . Mary! Why?"

"Mom, what makes you think that?"

"You know why, Mary, there's something dripping down your thighs."

"I think it must be because of that, but I haven't had any sexual contact! It's my own stuff dripping down my thighs. "

"Sit down and tell me what's going on."

I did as she said, sobbing as I told her everything I had done. I realized I had crossed that terrible
line, doing something I wouldn't have even considered months ago. Worse still, I enjoyed it, which
is why I was so heartbroken now. Mom and I talked for a long time, until the sun was almost up.

I told her how it felt to be a girl, why I liked being a girl, something I never
thought would happen to me, but it did. I liked having big, firm breasts, liked
the feeling of boys staring at me, feeling like a princess in that moment. I liked the feeling of women's clothes fitting my body, liked
the scent .

In short, I love doing everything a girl does, including aerobics and ballet, which makes my body more
flexible…

“Go to sleep, baby! We’ll talk later.”

I tried to sleep, but the memory of how excited he had been, how
I had released myself with a boy instead of a girl, left me with a guilty, feverish feeling. I didn’t
get up , and when I met my mother again at the kitchen table, I felt utterly disoriented.

“Have you thought about it? Do you still want to be a boy?”

“Can I? After what happened last night, Mom?”

“Quiet, child! You and I both know it’s not mainly because of last night, but because you like being a
girl and don’t want to be a boy anymore! Am I right? ”

Tears streamed down my face, falling onto the table. I wanted to say “yes,” but the words wouldn’t come , and I just looked at her with teary eyes. I felt so calm, so beautiful, so wise in that moment. 　　“Mary, all the girls in town give themselves to someone on some night like yesterday, many of them for the first time, like you. They feel guilty, but they also worry about getting pregnant —I know you don’t need to worry about getting pregnant, you don’t need to blame yourself too much for what happened last night.” 　　“…Now…tell me if I’ll have a son or a…daughter?” 　　I wiped away my tears, forced a smile, and nodded. I went from being unsure to truly knowing what I was thinking, and admitting it! “…Let’s not tell your father yet, Mary, he’s still in the dark. 　　This is just between the two of us ladies, okay? But please understand, girls your age shouldn’t have sex, you should understand that, right?” 　　I hugged my mother tightly and ran back to my bedroom to take a shower, wanting to wash away all my shame. When I returned to the living room, I was wearing a loose pink blouse and a pleated skirt. 　　“…If you’re not acting on impulse, if you really want to be a girl, maybe we should talk to a doctor . Are you… willing?” Of course I was willing, so I nodded. 　　This isn't about gender; it's about what my life will be like, how I'll see myself. When I had breasts, I felt I liked them; they changed my psychology. Later, when I put on that magical pair of underwear, things became clear. I realized women have more advantages ; I could excite Harold so much even before I touched him. I love this feeling, and now I don't want to give it up… Of course, I didn't like being a girl before, but now, when I look at myself, I know I am a girl! In my mind, in my soul, I will never give up being a complete girl! I don't just want to wear girls' clothes and dress up pretty; I want to be a real girl! Maybe that's why I didn't reject Harold; he's a tool I use to prove it. 　　Mom and I talked to the doctor about it, but she said she wouldn't take any action before I turned 18. 　　On the way home, we had lunch at a restaurant, then I took Mom home and went shopping again. 　　I wanted to buy something special, something that would make a lasting impression, especially on Dad! I wanted to find a way to let him know that my transformation went far beyond silicone, makeup, and clothes; it had penetrated deep into my heart! My soul! I wanted him to know how I truly felt right now. I wandered through the lingerie store, but found nothing.

As I walked into another store, I ran into an old friend. We stared at each other for a moment; I recognized her,
but she didn't seem to recognize me. I walked past her without saying a word. "Excuse me, haven't we met before? You
look familiar!"

I had two choices: deny it or pretend I didn't hear her.

"Hi, I'm not sure, my name is Mary Grant."

"Hi!" she said, "I'm Bessie Wilson."

She looked at me for a moment, then smiled and told me she was alone, inviting me to shop with her.

"Of course, why not!"

We continued shopping together, visiting many stores until I spotted it: "Wait a minute!"

We went into the store to get a better look at the dress.

"Are you planning to seduce someone, Mary?"

"Maybe! I want to try this on, Bessie. Can you wait a moment?"

"Of course! I also want to see how you look in it."

She sat down beside me, taking both our bags. I found a dress in my size, went into the fitting room to try it on, and
came out after I put it on. The red dress was short and tight, hugging my body and accentuating
every curve; the low neckline made most of my breasts stand out on the upper part of the dress, with only a
thin strap hanging the front half of the dress from around my neck. My back was almost entirely exposed.

"They also have black, blue, and green ones. But Mary, you look best in red; it suits you
perfectly ."

I bought the dress and left the store. We sat down together and had a cup of coffee.

“Grant…I know a Grant, Kyle?? Grant, are you related?”

“Let me tell you, Bessie…we’re very close.” I didn’t tell her because she’d seen me
in that dress, and she would never believe me.

She didn’t bring it up again, and we started shopping again. She bought her mother a pair of earrings and a cape, and I bought
a red lace panty, a red satin bra, and red high heels to match.

“It was so nice to be with you today. Can we see each other again, Mary?”

“I hope to see you again, Bessie. Give me a call.” I gave her my home phone number,
and then we said goodbye.

…

“Can I see what you bought?”

“Wait a minute, let me change into it.”

I went to my bedroom and changed into the whole outfit, which took me a good 20 minutes, and then I called for my mother. I
stood in the middle of the room, waiting for her opinion, but as she closed the door, she started laughing! “I didn’t mean your
clothes were ridiculous!” she reminded me, sitting on the edge of the bed. I slowly turned around to show her my clothes.

"This is a mother-daughter conversation, Mary."

"Of course, but this dress is for Daddy."

"Your daddy? Why? You want to...seduce him?"

"Of course not, I just want him to know I'm a girl now! Wearing this, he
can't deny it. Can he?"

Mom was silent for a moment, then laughed again! "No, honey, of course he can't deny it. But
the question is, will he accept it?"

"I can still dress like a doll, if you like, but I can wear this on Friday when he takes us
out to eat ."

"Let me think, but how do you know he'll take us out to eat on Friday?"

"You'll arrange it!"

Mom laughed, then nodded in agreement.

"I'll change back now, but don't tell Daddy yet."

...

I was washing my car when Bessie called me. So I invited her over.

"Take your swimsuit, Bessie, we can go swimming."

She said she would, so I quickly finished what I was doing, ran back to my room to change into my swimsuit. Mom
and Dad hadn't seen the bikini yet... The thin, peach-colored fabric suited my skin tone perfectly, and
I smiled to myself as I fastened the back straps of my bra. The swimsuit's sides were cut high above my thighs,
revealing a little bit of my buttocks, but still cleverly concealing my special underwear... I grabbed a towel
and went downstairs, just as the doorbell rang. I let Bessie in, and we went to the patio.

"...I know one thing, Kyle lives here. When I was in the store, I thought you were
Kyle, but seeing you, I have to admit I was wrong. You can't be Kyle, how could Kyle wear this—
a bikini ?"

"Anything is possible these days, Bessie."

My words made her hurry to look at me, but when she saw my breasts and groin, she certainly
didn't believe me. I was already thinking of telling him my story... Just then, Mom came out and brought some drinks.

"Mary?? Evelyn?? Grant! Go get dressed!"

"Mom, I'm dressed, it's a bikini."

Mom came closer, looked at us, sighed, sat down next to Bessie and me, and shook her head. "

This is Bessie?? Wilson, a classmate of mine."

Bessie's eyes widened when she heard me, staring at me...? ? ?

"I recognize you, you're Kyle!"

"Don't doubt it anymore, you heard Mom call me, I'm Mary?? Evelyn?? Grant."

"I'm confused by you!"

"She's beautiful, isn't she, Bessie?"

"I know, you're Kyle!"

"Bessie, we believe you can keep our little secret, right?"

"Yes, ma'am, I can."

"Great, ladies, have a good chat, I hope you enjoy yourself. By the way, Mary,
dinner is ready."

"Thank you, Mom."

She left Bessie and me alone, and we looked at each other. Bessie is beautiful. I've always wanted to be like her
, but the problem is I never will—she can have children, but I won't.

"How long have you been doing this, Mary? I mean, we had no idea you liked dressing up as a
girl ."

“It will be three months by this Friday. But what you don’t know is that
I’ve never done this before, before I dressed up as a girl.” Bessie was a little confused, but she accepted what I said.

“Who are you going to wear that red dress for? Why? Neither of us has a boyfriend yet, so…

who will fall into your trap? Tell me the truth, Mary.”

“My father.”

“Your father? But why?”

I told her the whole story, from beginning to end. Then I said to her, “He doesn’t know that I’ve decided
not to go back to being a man. I want the doctor to help me complete the other transformations, to become
a girl like you through gender reassignment surgery.”

“Mary, given your current state, it’s almost done.”

Bessie had been my good friend in school, and I was happy to tell her my story.
It’s painful not having friends to share secrets with, and it’s also hard to share happy things with friends. Bessie is about my age and a
girl , so if there’s anything I don’t want my mother to know, she can help me. She left my house around six o'clock
, and I walked back to my bedroom…

In the kitchen, I ran into Dad: “Mary!”

“What?” I turned to face him, and he saw I was wearing a bikini. His mouth moved but closed, and
his eyes narrowed again.

“Go, put on some proper clothes.”

“Yes, sir.”

I put on a sweater and shorts, and went to the table to eat with them.

“Dad, I'd like to go to a restaurant on Friday, is that alright?”

“…Don't be late, Mary, the parents of the family you're meeting at the ball will be there too.”

I swallowed hard; I didn't want to ruin that deal. If I went in that red dress, it might
really ruin it. I glanced at Mom, who smiled and nodded at me, meaning: Go ahead,
it's fine .

“Can I bring a friend, Dad?”

“A boy?”

“No, it's Bessie? Wilson, she's a classmate of mine, and she's actually been playing at our house all day
.”

Dad looked at Mom, and Mom told Dad that Bessie was a lovely girl, so Dad nodded in agreement.

I called Bessie to ask if she wanted to go, and she said, "Of course, I wouldn't miss it." Then
she asked if I could bring her relative Brian along, "He's so cool, Mary, too bad he's my
relative..."

"I see, you're... tempting me?"

"Of course not! He's here on vacation, so I figured he could just hang out for a night, that's
all . It's the truth!" How could I not believe her?

Friday morning, I went to the salon to redo my hair. My hair was already shoulder-
length, and I dyed it a light brown. The stylist suggested I curl it a little, and I agreed. I
also got my nails repainted, and then I went home to prepare.

The laser had removed all my beard, but I still had to use
hair removal cream on other parts of my body every two weeks or so. I slowly took off my special underwear, applied that nasty hair removal cream, and
sat down to wait... After rinsing off the cream, I took a relaxing bubble bath. In some areas, I
still have to use a razor to remove hair, especially my genitals and armpits. I soaked in the bathtub until the water cooled down before
getting out , then applied face powder. At first, I wasn't used to it, but now it's become second nature
.

The little red camisole was French-style, with high slits on both sides, the small front just enough to cover
my special underwear, making sure it concealed my penis well before putting on the red underwear.
The underwear had only two thin strips on each side, the material was semi-transparent, just enough to prevent any exposure.

The red bra hugged me tightly, and when I tightened all the strings, I felt my waist become thinner,
and it lifted my breasts upwards, drawing them inwards, enhancing my feminine charm.

I tightened the straps, put on pantyhose, applied an elegant evening makeup, emphasized
my eyes with dark eyeliner and eyeshadow, and applied mascara to make my eyelashes look longer. Because of the low neckline, the dress
easily slipped over my head. As I zipped it up, I felt so...feminine—my
skin was smooth, my figure better than many real women. I fastened the last hidden hook, made a final
adjustment to make sure it fit perfectly from every angle, then put on my heels and fastened the buckles.

Looking at myself in the mirror...the first thing I saw was my breasts—full and alluring; my
slender waist; my long legs. The hem of the skirt ended just mid-thigh, revealing my perfectly shaped brown
thighs .

I removed my plastic shower cap, sat at the vanity, applied rosy blush, and finally,
deep red lip gloss, and sprayed perfume.

My earrings were red and gold, about an inch in size, and I wore a thin gold necklace with
a small pendant. I wore a ring on my hand.

I took out a red handbag and put my lipstick and wallet inside. I glanced at the clock; it was almost time.
Making sure I had some money, I got up and drove to the club. Today I would announce to the world: Mary?
Elizabeth? Grant has arrived! And she won't be leaving!

A valet opened the car door, and I heard him gasp as I stepped out. That could only mean I was
a popular guest at the club, or that I had beautiful legs. Either way, I was very pleased
with myself . As I entered the somewhat dimly lit room, the first person I saw was Bessie, and I walked toward our table. As I
approached, Father seemed to have been pricked by a nail in his chair, and he sprang from his chair.

His eyes were wide open, struggling to see what had happened. Brian stood
up , as did Father's partner and his son.

Mother patted my leg and introduced, "This is our daughter—Mary. Come… sit down next to me,
Mary."

Brian sat on my other side, Bessie on his left, then Father, Mr. and
Mrs. Brent, their son David, and finally Mother.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, Mary." I bet Dad was practically choking when he said that.

Mom kept patting my leg, and I tried my best to give Dad the best smile, sitting up
straight with my hands on my knees.

The party started, and the conversation flowed smoothly. But I noticed David wasn't paying any attention to me; he was staring intently at
Bessie. I also noticed Bessie was wearing the same dress as me, but hers was green. After dessert, Mom invited
us to the dressing room, so Gloria, Bessie, and I joined her.

"You two have a plan, Mary?"

"No, Mother, why would you think that?"

"It's not hard to see that you and Bessie are wearing the same clothes, dear, and there are two boys at the table,
so of course I'd assume you're plotting something."

"I bought it myself first, Mother. Bessie forgot to tell me she had the same dress."

Bessie just smiled at me: "Of course you wouldn't let me wear jeans to this ball,
sitting next to you, all radiant… Seeing how you looked in this dress, I bought one too. I
see us as sisters."

"David seems to be staring at you, Bessie. What about Brian?"

"Don't worry, Mrs. Brent, Brian is my relative."

"I know now," Mother said. "Will there be a changing of the guard at the ball?" I
looked at Bessie, who was smiling slightly, clearly also interested in David. Thinking of how handsome and
dashing Brian was, I nodded in agreement. Both mothers looked at Bessie and me and burst into laughter.

Now they seemed to know why we were dressed like this. They misunderstood me, but Bessie…

she seems to be…

A little while later, David and Brian invited us both to dance, and we both accepted. I danced with Brian, and
Dad joined in. As his arms wrapped around me, I hooked my arms around his neck. He looked down at me, smiled,
and said, “You made a fantastic appearance today, Mary. Is there a special reason?” This was the perfect opportunity to tell him
the truth . “I did this to show you how much of a woman I’ve become
! And I don’t think I’ll ever give her up. Even after the ball!”

He was silent for a moment, then he smiled. “I think I guessed it, Mary… I
made you do something I shouldn’t have, but it led you to discover the woman who exists in your heart.

I never imagined this would happen, but… when you dressed up in that doll-like costume and intentionally showed me your
allure, I think I understood.” He pulled me closer, embracing me to the music, a gentle and
comforting feeling flowing through my body. When we reached the courtyard, he stopped and led me outside.

“You did everything I asked without complaint, though I know it was difficult for you at first.” He
held my hand, looking at me, his deep brown eyes wide, his lips parted in a smile. “I’ve
always wanted a daughter, Mary, I can’t wait… Will you be my daughter from now on?”

If he hadn’t held my hand so tightly, I would have jumped up. I knew he had granted my request. I
did everything I could for him, and now he's decided to do everything he can for me! "I think Brian has been waiting for you
for a long time. We'd better go back before he looks for you everywhere." He took my hand and led me back to the club.

Brian was waiting for me by the door: "May I...?"

Dad nodded in agreement, and I took his outstretched hand, letting him hold me as we
danced .

I danced with him alone all night, I was in a state of high excitement... "Can I see you again,

Mary? Like tomorrow...?"

"...Of course!"

I gave him my phone number, David and Bessie were exchanging numbers too. Brian and I walked to my
car together, and then he gently kissed me on the lips, a feeling I'd never experienced before...
like an electric current flowed through our bodies, I think he must have felt it too.

"See you tomorrow!" I got into my car, drove home, still savoring that gentle kiss, his
face still vividly appearing before me.

Mom was waiting for me, and when I walked in, she was sitting in the living room with a serious expression. “I want to talk to you,
Mary… Come, sit next to me.”

I went over and sat down, wondering what she wanted to talk to me about. “I saw the
way you and Brian looked at each other last night, and I had a gut feeling that things might get complicated… Girls your age shouldn’t be having sex.
Even though you used to be a boy, you’re a girl now, and I hope you can control your behavior in the future.

Do you understand?” I nodded. She told me to go and rest. I clearly understood what she meant
.

The next day, Brian, David, and Bessie all came over, and the four of us went for a drive and then
had a nice lunch outside. When Brian kissed me goodbye in front of my house, I still felt a little unsatisfied.
Bessie called again that night, and we made plans for the next day. She also told me that Brian was infatuated with me. Great
, I was infatuated with him too, but my mother was very strict with me these days.

Bessie and I are getting closer and closer now. We share our secrets and even share our clothes. With her
help, I reconnected with my former classmates, but as a girl…

No one recognized me as the boy Kyle I used to be. Brian went home, but he
would for a get-together, and each time it would rekindle the passion in our hearts. Although I longed to try it, I
never slept with him. But sometimes I crossed the line a little, and when I did, I didn't feel
any guilt, because he was my man, I was his woman, and what I was doing was for my man's happiness…

Two months before the ball, my mother and I went shopping. We went to a bridal shop because only
there were the most beautiful white dresses. We both found that beautiful white dress, worth ￡117… When I
tried it on, I found that I could wear it without a corset; it fit perfectly. I bought it immediately, and then spent
a few days buying matching jewelry and shoes. Then my mother and I made appointments at the beauty salon before going home.

A week later I would turn eighteen, and before that, my mother and father threw me a grand party.

Besides Bessie and me, many of our friends were invited, including Brooks and David. My dad gave me a
real diamond necklace and matching earrings, and Brian gave me his class's emblem ring with a
knowing smile… It was a truly unforgettable party, my first
prom .

My mother had always been around, preventing Brian and me from rekindling our romance.

The prom, my first step into the social world, was fast approaching. I imagined the night would last a long time, so
I went to bed early the night before. My mother and I were getting our hair done the next morning. My
hair was already flowing down my back, long and gleaming with a reddish-brown sheen. I had already decided on
my hairstyle, and I even prepared my hair clips.

"Mom, what do you think of Brian?"

"He's a very handsome and polite boy. Mary, why do you ask?"

"He wants me to marry him."

"But you're both still children! Besides, how can you think about marriage now? You're not a complete
woman yet, don't you remember?"

"In about a year, he'll graduate from college, and we'll plan a long-term
engagement , Mom."

She didn't say anything more, and we didn't bring it up again. But in my heart, I had already decided that I would
give my body to Brian that night… I was 18, a woman who could control herself,
why not?

As I said "why not" in my heart, Mom looked at me and smiled: "I think… you're
planning to seduce him after the dance tomorrow night, aren't you?"

Why does Mom always seem to read my mind?

"Me? I am..." I said solemnly, "I planned to do this. We're both over eighteen
. I've also been waiting a long time to try out the effects of these special underwear, and Brian will be my man,
so what?"

"I'll see if I can keep your father out of it. But remember, dress properly when it's light. Understand?"

I understood, of course.

I got my hair done at Gibson's salon. Long, wavy hair cascaded down my back, and I secured
it with hair clips. Bright white pearl hair clips stood out beautifully against my auburn hair. Mom styled
my hair into the usual small curls, and then we both got our nails painted. Back home, I put on a pair of white satin
underwear, somewhat like the red ones, which made me feel incredibly sexy, but this time they had a better reason.
Mom helped me put on my bra and then tightened the drawstring as much as she could, making my waist look 21 inches. Next, I put on white
stockings, then white ruffled trousers, tying white ribbons at the knees. Then I put on the underskirt,
made of thick cotton, which I pulled over my head. Finally, I put on the dress. It was trimmed with pristine white
lace, the hem cascading to the ground in waves, with a sweetheart neckline and sheer lace sleeves.
My mother zipped it up and fastened the belt at the back. I put on white high heels and white gloves, then
looked at myself in the mirror with satisfaction… The day had finally arrived. I was there, wearing almost the same style of dress I'd worn the first time
—five feet in diameter, the skirt cascading down to form a perfect circle, accentuating my slender
figure and perfect waist. I applied bright red lipstick and sprayed on perfume.

Mom took out a shiny black shell-shaped gemstone with a white ribbon tied to it and said to me, "This
belongs to your grandmother. Let me help you put it on."

Mom helped me put it on, and the little amulet just dangled down to my cleavage, completing my outfit.

"All done?"

I nodded. As we walked down the stairs, Dad was waiting for us, with Brian standing to the side. Their eyes lit up when they
saw me, but for different reasons...

Because the dress was too big, Brian had to help me into the car, which was quite a feat. We
arrived at the Country Club, and Brian and I went inside together.

"Mary... Elizabeth... Miss Grant and Brian... Mitchell... Stone are here..."

I slowly walked towards our table as the host announced loudly. So many eyes were on me, making
me a little nervous, and Brian whispered in my ear to calm down. A little while later, the banquet ended, and all the young women, newly entering
the social scene, slowly lined up and circled the hall, accompanied by their male companions, so that all
the audience could admire our beautiful dresses, and of course… us beautiful young women. Traditionally, the first
dance was with my father, and when the music started, Brian handed me over to him. An elegant waltz
, paired with my beautiful crinoline like something out of the 18th century, made my father and me feel like the king and princess of the ball. We
twirled around the ballroom, and I felt like I was flying… When the music stopped, Brian eagerly
took my hand. It was so exciting; I cherished every minute of that night… Finally,
Brian led me to his car and took me home.

“Help me take this off, Brian,” he said with a smile, leading me to the bedroom and helping
me take off my clothes. First the crinoline, then the underskirt, and then…

when I was left with only my bra, I clutched the front of the dress tightly, but it eventually fell to the floor. I
kicked off my shoes and slowly pulled down my stockings, as if I were doing a striptease, until I was only wearing my underwear.

Every move I made excited him immensely. He started taking off his shirt too. I went over and
ran my bright red fingernails along his hairy chest. I saw him tilt his head back and close his eyes. I helped him unbuckle his belt
and take it off… As he stepped out of his pants, I clearly saw his desire rising.

He kicked off his shoes and hugged me tightly, and I hugged him back. I let him take off my underwear, and
we caressed every part of each other's bodies. His desire finally ignited within me… I could no longer
control myself and turned to let him love me. When he loved me, I held him tightly, and he kissed my neck passionately.
We kissed passionately face to face, loving each other. At that moment, our love sublimated…

The next morning, he took a shower and changed into the jeans he had brought. I wore a casual dress and
a shirt. Brian and I were both delighted; we got to know each other better… We held hands and went to the kitchen
to make coffee. I was making breakfast when Mom and Dad came in. They saw me making breakfast myself…
They all looked surprised, but said nothing, just exchanged knowing smiles.

Brian went back to college, I went to work at my dad's company, I started using hormones, and a year later
I no longer needed the implanted breast, so they removed it... Six months later, I
became a girl. My journey ended there; I am now a complete girl.

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