Jims New Job

Jim's New Job

by Karen Elizabeth L. (KarenTV720)

I was only sixteen when my life changed. I know now that the change was definitely best for me but I had serious doubts during the time the change was occurring. I suppose the biggest problem was that I had no idea of what was happening to me or why. But before I get involved in some deep philosophical discussion let me explain what happened.

Liked I said I was only sixteen and in the middle of my junior year in high school. I didn't have many friends, I stunk at most sports which definitely cut down on the number of guys willing to be my friend. After all sixteen year old boys don't give much thought to accepting a person for what they are inside, they're concerned with what you look like and what you can do. For that matter so are sixteen year old girls!

Since I wasn't very good at much and at five foot five inches and one hundred twenty five pounds I didn't look like much I was pretty much on my own. I tried dating some of the girls in school but got nowhere, the nice ones said they thought of me more as a friend than a boyfriend and the others just laughed at me.

One thing that helped me though was that I was very good at acting. I had been with my high schools drama group since I was a freshman and had parts in nearly every play the school put on.

This time our junior class was putting on a play called "Charles Aunt" and I managed to land the lead role. The title of the play referred to the lead character having to pretend to be his elderly aunt throughout most of the story so I would have to spend a good deal of time dressed like an old lady.

Up until now all of the rehearsals had been in regular school clothes but next week was to be the first of many dress rehearsals so mom and I began to work on my costume, an ankle length dress , and gray wig. We were busy getting things ready the day her friend Shelley dropped by for a visit.

I was standing in the living room wearing the dress over my jeans while mom pinned the hem when the doorbell rang. Mom went to answer it while I waited for her to return.

I heard the excitement in her voice and wondered what was up. A minute later I got my answer when she returned to the living room with Shelley in tow. In her excitement over seeing Shelley again mom had forgotten that I was in costume.

Shelley took one look at me and laughed.

"That dress really doesn't do anything for you Jim!"

I'd known Shelley since I was a little kid and had always enjoyed joking around with her s on put my hands on my hip and began to mince around the room.

"Are you sure about that ?" I asked in my highest voice. "I thought it was just perfect!"

I broke into an exaggerated version of the "Can - Can " lifting and swishing my dress!

"You're great Jim," Shelley laughed, "but why the dress?"

I explained about the play and how I had the lead part. Shelley complimented me on getting the lead but mom didn't seem so happy. "If you could find a way to make some money it would be a big help." She said. "Acting jobs are not easy to get you know."

"I'm only sixteen mom." I replied sadly. "When I'm out of school I'll be able to make some money by acting!"

Mom smiled, "I understand dear, It's just that we could use the extra money now."

Shelley gave me an odd look.

"How would you like to work for me this summer Jim?"

"Doing what Shelley?" I asked curiously."I guess you could call it an acting job."

I should have known better but I snapped at the bait.

"What kind of an acting job did you have in mind?"

Shelley seemed just a little evasive in her reply.

"Well let's just say it would involve some modeling for my clients. Are you interested?"

"I know I'm a good actor and of course I'm interested! I could easily stand there looking cool while getting my picture taken!"

I didn't expect Shelley to jump for joy but a smile would certainly have been nice. Shelley however just stared at me.

"That's hardly a challenge for an actor as good as you." She said coolly. "Besides you really don't measure up for that cool look." That hurt! I didn't see any reason for her to be nasty after just offering me a summer job! Shelley saw the hurt look in my eyes and went on to explain.

"I'm not trying to be mean Jim." She said as she picked up a tape measure mom was using. "Here let me show you what I mean."

She measured my height and wrote that down, then took measurements of my thighs, my hips, chest, waist and biceps. She asked me my height and weight and read off the figures as she wrote.

. "Biceps 4 inches, thighs, 10 inches, waist 25 inches, chest 32 inches, hips 30 inches, height 5 foot 5, weight 125 pounds.

"So I'm a little on the scrawny side but what does that matter that matter? I mean I can act as cool as the next guy!"

"You probably could Jim, but you wouldn't look as cool as the next guy and that's what counts how you look, not how you act. People can't see your acting Besides, the cold ,hard truth is that my clients want to see the All American Boy type standing around looking cool. You just aren't that type!"

"Okay, I give up. If I don't look like the All American Boy and my acting was not going to help how could I possibly work as a model?" Suddenly I felt a cold chill run down my spine. It was painfully obvious, but I had to be wrong! It's just that I knew what Shelley was going to say even before she opened her mouth.

Shelley looked me right in my baby blues.

"Well there is another part you could play if you're nearly as good as you think."

"You're not thinking what I think you're thinking are you?" I asked trembling.

Shelley continued looking me right in the eye as she spoke.

"I think you can guess that can't you Jim?"

What else could it be? If I wasn't the kind of boy she was looking for then I must be..., no, that's just too crazy!

Before I could say anything mom interrupted.

"She has a point Jim, here look at these measurements."

I looked at the sheet and noticed that Shelley had circled some of the measurements that she had taken. That chill began to form along my spine again as I saw what was circled -

Bust 32 inches, waist 25 inches, hips 30 inches.

"Bust, waist, and hips are not measurements for a boy Shelley!

Especially since I don't have a bust!"

You're right Jim those aren't measurements for a boy but yet they are your measurements!

You're a skinny little runt of a boy Jim." Shelley said in a soft voice. "But with a few adjustments you'd make a great looking girl!"

I tried to end the discussion as best I could without hurting Shellys feelings.

"I appreciate the offer of a job Shelley." I said as nicely as I could. "It's nice that you think I'm a good enough actor for the part but no one would ever believe I was a girl even if I wanted to try!

Shelley just smiled at me.

"Wanna bet?"

I should have know better but I shot my mouth off anyway.

"Name it!" I said in as macho a tone as I could muster!

Shelley coolly told me that if she couldn't make me look good enough she'd give me fifty dollars. If she could however I'd go to work for her. I figured I had a quick fifty bucks coming my way but I wanted to stack the deck as much in my favor as possible. I picked up my past school years yearbook and after a moment found just what I was looking for - a picture of the prettiest girl in the school.

"Here's the deal." I said as arrogantly as possible. "If you can make me look like her I lose, if not you owe me fifty bucks!"

I was sure I had Shelley beat, this girl had shoulder length blond hair, a figure that made guys stop and stare, along with a smile that could double as a lighthouse! In the picture she wore a green velvet dress with a lace collar.

Shelley looked at the picture for a moment then put the book down. "Who makes the call?"

"I do of course !" I replied.

I'll do it." Mom stated. "I promise to be fair!"

"Does it have to be that dress?" Shelley asked.

"I'll forget about the dress," I said graciously. "But that's it!" I meant of course that I just wanted Shelley to make me look like the girl and not worry about clothes. Shelley had other ideas though.

We shook hands on our bet then Shelley left saying she had to pick up a few things. She promised to be back in a little while to win the bet. I wasn't worried, just amazed that a smart woman like her could have agreed to the kind of terms I insisted on. What could she have been thinking?

Mom finished fixing my old lady costume and I went to my room to study for the play. It was about two hours later when Shelley stuck her head in my door and asked if I was ready.

"I hope you stopped at the bank, I expect to get my money right away!" I told her.

"Just follow me," Shelley replied, "You haven't won yet!"

I followed her to moms room where I was surprised to see that the full length mirror was covered up as was the one on the dresser. I asked why but Shelley told me to strip to my shorts and not to ask dumb questions.

I was uncomfortable about standing there in my underwear but I consoled myself by thinking of what I was going to do with my fifty bucks. Shelley placed a bra around my chest, fastened it and stuffed some tissue into the cups. Next she had me put on a pair of pantyhose followed by a half slip.

I decided thing were getting out of hand and wanted more control. "I told you the clothes weren't necessary!"

Shelley made no reply, she handed me one of moms robes and told me to come with her to the bathroom. Once there she made me stick my head in the shower while she rubbed some shampoo into my hair. after making sure it was worked in completely she rinsed my hair and we were off to the bedroom again.

Shelley had me sit at the vanity while she dried and styled my hair with a brush. It felt so good to sit there and have her fuss over my hair that I hated to have it end. I tried to stop her when she began to apply makeup to me but mom told me to sit still.

"You picked the terms remember, now play fair and let Shelley try to meet them!"

I wasn't happy about it but mom was right so I let Shelley continue making up my face. First came a cleaning with a liquid which stung like crazy then a second liquid was smeared all over my face and neck. This was followed by the application of blush to my cheeks, mascara to my lashes, and eye shadow to my eye lids. As a finishing touch I had a maroon colored lipstick applied.

Shelley then had me stand up and remove my robe. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse than standing there in a slip, bra, and stockings Shelley went to the closet and brought out a pink dress with lace trimmed sleeves and collar.

"I was ready to give up," Shelley said. "When I remembered that I had this outfit back at my studio! Lucky huh?

"Yeah Shelley," I said dripping with sarcasm. "Lucky for me!"

Mom unzipped the dress and lowered it over my head, taking care not to screw up my new hairdo. She straightened it out, zipped up the back, then had me step into a pair of pink shoes. Mom helped me to stand up while Shelley uncovered the mirrors. I didn't really want to look in the mirror, I was afraid of what I might see. I had plans for that money and was scared silly of what would happen if I lost the bet.

"Open your eyes Jim!"

I heard Shellys voice but couldn't bring myself to look.

" Come on Jim, open up." Mom pleaded. "Don't be a sore loser!"

I was so stunned that mom had sided with Shelley that I opened my eyes. Staring back from the mirror was a pretty blonde haired girl in a dress, stockings, and heels. I blinked hard, took a deep breath and looked again. Although it wasn't the girl from my yearbook there was no denying that I had just lost fifty bucks! "What happened to my hair!" I asked in amazement. "How am I going to explain having light blond hair at school?"

Fortunately Shelley explained that my new hair color would come out with shampoo so I wouldn't have to explain anything. The only thing left was to admit defeat .

"Okay, you win. I just hope no one sees me like this."

Shelley told me that to be perfectly honest there was no way to tell how many people would see me dressed as a girl. My picture would be used by a national department store to promote their line of clothes for teenage girls. I would be included in the Sunday paper in millions of homes across the country. I was about to die when she explained that no one would ever know it was me. As far as anyone was concerned I would be just another pretty model.

"Trust me Jim." Shelley said. "The way you look right now is nothing compared to what you're going to look like. I have a feeling that you're going to make a lot of money for me!"

"What about me?" I shot back. "I just lost fifty bucks and now I'm going to have to pose in front of a camera in girls clothes. What do I get out of this?"

"How about $400 a week for a paycheck?" Shelley coolly replied.

Four hundred dollars a week! Good grief, that's more than my mother made as a secretary. I was already dreaming of ways to spend that much money and had to work real hard to remember what I had to do to earn it.

Shelley explained how I'd get paid and what I'd have to do to earn it. She rattled off figures that made my head spin as if talking about pocket change.

"But what will the guys at school say about me? I'd be ruined!"

Shelley looked at me as if I was joking.

"This isn't something I'd brag about to my friends if I were you!"

"I wasn't planning to. " I replied. "But what if one of the guys from school sees me?"

"He'd probably ask you for a date!" Shelley laughed. "Trust me, you're going to become a gorgeous model, no one would ever believe you're not a girl!"

Mom put her arm around me and held me tight.

"It's up to you Jim, it has to be your choice. If you want to give it a try and think you could do it I'll help any way that I can." I was totally confused at that point, I wanted that money so badly I could practically feel it in my hands. All that I had to do was to pretend that I was a girl and have my picture taken. Once I got done I' go back to being a boy! Sure it would be easy, just another part in another play! I told myself that over and over again hoping to convince myself that it was true.

Shelley and mom would make certain that I was ready, I'd have to spend the next couple of months practicing to make sure that everything was perfect. Since Shelley had clients lined up for the rest of the summer I wouldn't be able to quit before the end of summer.

After talking everything over Shelley had to leave but promised to be back soon to help me get started. She certainly lived up to that promise by showing up bright and early the next Saturday carrying several bags from a local discount store.

Shelley told us that she had stopped to drop off a few things that I would need to get started and began to unpack some of the bags. Shelley unpacked a couple of pairs of girls jeans and tops along with enough dresses, skirts and blouses for several girls! Shelley told me that I could wear jeans occasionally but I was to spend as much time as possible in a dress or a skirt so I got used to being a girl. I couldn't imagine why I need to get used to being a girl, I'd dress up for a few pictures then change back again. It wasn't as if I was going to wear girls clothes that much right? I was grateful for the jeans even if they were girls, I only owned two pairs of jeans and I hated to wear anything else but them! I wasn't quite as grateful though when Shelley handed me a bag full of panties, bras, slips and stockings and insisted that I wear them anytime I wore girls clothes which she stressed was to be anytime I wasn't in school!

I complained that I couldn't do that I just couldn't be wearing girls underwear when I was fooling around with my friends but mom scoffed saying that I didn't have any friends to fool around with anyhow! I was to wear panties to school and change into one of my dresses when I got home, if I had to go out for anything I'd wear my new jeans and save my boys clothes for school. I had a sick feeling in my stomach that something was going very wrong, mom and Shelley just seemed too intent on making a girl out of me.

Mom would help me by teaching me the basics of being a girl like walking, sitting, setting my hair, makeup and other small things l while Shelley would provide the polish I needed to be a model. This polish would be along the lines of walking in heels, coordinating my wardrobe, fancy hair styles advanced makeup, and how to pose as a model.

One last thing remained before we were finished - my name. Jim just wasn't an appropriate name for a girl so after much debate I was rechristened Janice Lynn Marshall, the last name being moms maiden name to avoid any chance of my being recognized.

She promised me that she'd drop by from time to time to check up on me and expected to see Janice when she did.

After Shelley left I took my clothes to my room to put them away. It felt odd to see brightly colored nylon panties next to my BVD's and really strange to push the few shirts and slacks in my closet aside to make room for all my new dresses. Mom insisted that I change into my new clothes and picked out a dress for me to wear along with a slip, panties, bra and stockings. I took my time getting changed, needing moms help to put on my padded bra. Mom remarked that the cup size seemed a little small but after stuffing them with stockings she seemed satisfied. Mom asked if I wanted her to show me how to put my stockings on but I said that I wanted to try it myself and after a few minutes of fumbling I managed to pull on a pair of tan ones. After pulling them over my hips and getting them adjusted I pulled a white full slip with lots of lace around the top and hem over my head and hips. Mom had picked out a dark blue dress for me to wear for my debut. It looked so nice with short puffy sleeves trimmed in a white band. As I pulled the dress over my head and adjusted my slip I kept wondering if I was doing the right thing.

When I came downstairs mom seemed happier than I'd seen her in a long time. I wasn't sure but she seemed thrilled at the sight of her son in girls clothes. Mom told me how cute I looked and how she was sure I'd do a great job. I still wasn't sure about this but all I had to do was think of the money and I felt better.

Mom brushed my hair into as pretty a style as she could giving me bangs and a swept back look. Looking in the mirror I realized that Shelley was right, dressed as a a girl, with my face and figure, I really did look more like a girl than a boy! I put on a pair of blue flats and went to finish my homework.

After I finished my homework I sat down to watch television until it was time for bed. Mom sat down next to me and began to show me how to file my nails and keep them neat looking. I spent the next two hours working on my hands and feet until mom was happy with the way they looked. Finally I decided to take my shower and get ready for bed.

Mom walked in on me unexpectedly while I was in the shower and handed me shaving cream and a razor. I had no idea what they were for since I couldn't have grown a hair on my face to save my life! Mom told me to lather up my legs and underarms and shave them until they were smooth then left the room.

I lathered up as best as I could and after about an hour was finally finished. Strange that I'd be shaving my legs before my face but a job's a job! Besides, I really liked the way my legs felt when they were done and they looked as nice as any girl at school! I pulled on a robe and went to my room to dress.

Instead of my PJ's though I found that mom had set out a nightgown and a pair of panties for me. After putting on my panties I slipped into the flannel nightgown mom had set out for me, it felt so soft and comfortable I wished I had worn them long before. I wondered if after summer and my modeling career were over mom would still let me sleep in a nightgown.

I woke up the next morning and reluctantly took off my nightgown. As I started to pull down my panties I remembered that I was to wear them all of the time from now on . Shrugging , I pulled them back up and adjusted the lace waistband so they'd be as comfortable as possible.

Things went on that way for almost a month, I'd come home and change into my girls stuff, do homework then work with mom on things like hair care, makeup, and poise. Weekends were spent as Janice doing housework and more lessons on poise. After a few weeks I found that I was really getting into the role I would have to play. I had been watching the girls at school very closely and to moms delight imitated the way they walked, sat, and did things. Shelley stooped by only once during that time and was thrilled to see me wearing a dress and stockings with my hair in a ponytail and a touch of makeup. Although I can't really say why, I was thrilled too! It had been my first solo attempt at doing my makeup and I was glad she appreciated it.

By the end of February I was doing my own makeup every weekend and I thought that I and gotten pretty good at acting like a young lady. I noticed a change in mom during that time too, it seemed as though she was talking to me more. It's not that mom and I never talked it's just that we were talking differently now. Mom and I talked about what things were like when she was growing up, what she liked to wear, the things she liked to do, the boys she dated, the usual mother / daughter stuff.

We both noticed the difference although neither of us objected to it. Mom was so much happier having a daughter to talk to and I felt so much closer to mom as her daughter! If that was the only result of my learning to be a girl I thought it was still worth it!

It was the middle of March when Shelley returned apologizing for being away so long but happy with my progress. By then I learned to do my own makeup, set my hair, and fix my nails. Shelley had me demonstrate my walking and sitting to see how far along I was.

After a couple of minutes she smiled and said that I was now ready for the next phase of my make over. Shelley picked out a pink and white striped dress with white nylons and told me to get changed, she was treating mom and me to dinner at a nearby restaurant! I begged here not to do this to me but she wouldn't change her mind, I went to get dressed terrified at the thought of being recognized. Shelley fixed my hair and makeup after I got dressed and had me look in a full length mirror, I wasn't the prettiest girl in the world but I definitely looked sweet and I just knew mom was going to be happy to see me in this outfit!

Shelley had me walk around the room a few times to show off my new dress and I was happy to oblige even doing a couple of twirls and curtsies for them. When I finished my little show I noticed that although Shelley was all smiles mom was crying. When I asked what was wrong she told me that it was just that she was just so happy to have a daughter as pretty as me!

I wasn't going to argue, mom was happier than she'd been since dad died and I couldn't take that from her. I walked over, put my arm around her and gave her a kiss.

"Thanks mom, I'm glad you like the way I look!"

Shelley asked me if I was ready for another challenge as she held out a pair of heels for me to try on.

"You're doing so well Janice that I thought you might like to try wearing pumps."

One look at moms face and I knew what I had to do - I took the shoes from Shelley and slipped my feet into them. They were a perfect fit as was everything else Shelley had gotten me. It took a moment or two to balance before I could walk in them but I managed well enough to keep from tripping. The shoes seemed to change the way I walked, forcing me to take shorter steps with a bit of a swaying motion. I felt guilty over how I enjoyed the feeling of my dress swaying as I walked but I just remembered the money I'd make and how happy mom was. I told myself over and over that it was just another part in another play but deep inside I knew this was different. Mom seemed much too happy with me in a dress and Shelley was simply working too hard at making a girl out of me for a part time job. Something wasn't right but I couldn't force myself to think about it, it was just way too scary!

"Well ladies," Shelley said. "How about some dinner? My treat!" I thought it sounded like a great idea, mom and I rarely if ever went anywhere, there simply wasn't enough money in the budget for such luxuries.

"Sounds great!" I exclaimed. "I'll hurry up and get changed."

"Don't bother Jan." Shelley replied. "You're going just the way you are!"

"That sounds like a wonderful idea doesn't it Jan?" Asked mom. "You look so pretty when you're all dressed up, it's a shame you never get to go anywhere!"

"But mom, I'm a boy remember! I really don't want anyone to see me dressed like this!"

"Relax Janice." Shelley interjected. "I wouldn't even have brought it up if I thought someone would recognize you. I have too much to lose this summer to let someone recognize you!"

"you're going to have to be seen in public sooner or later honey."

Mom said. "You might as well trust Shelley and get used to it!"

I continued to beg and plead with them not to go through with it but after about twenty minutes I could see it was futile.

"All right." I sighed. "But promise me no one will know I'm a boy!" Shelley smiled at me. "I absolutely guarantee it Jan!"

Shelley took me to my room and began to do my makeup. After a few minutes she pronounced me done and let me look in the mirror.

Granted I did look much prettier than before but I still looked like a boy in a dress and makeup. I had brushed my long hair into what I thought was a pretty page boy style but it just wasn't long enough to really do much else with. Shelley told me to wait there while she got something from her car.

After a minute or two Shelley returned with a small box in her hand. She handed it to me saying it was a present for me. Inside was a shoulder length blonde wig! Shelley placed it on my head, attached a couple of adhesive strips to my forehead and pressed the wig in place.

"I never really had any say in going out tonight did I?" I asked as she brushed.

"Not really" she giggled. "Now hold still and let me finish!" I watched in fascination as Shelley brushed the curls of my wig into place. Little by little, every last bit of Jim was vanishing and there wasn't a thing I could do about it!

After finishing my new hair do Shelley clipped a pair of earrings to my ears, a thin gold chain around my neck, and a ring with a pretty blue stone on my finger. I looked at myself in the full length mirror and knew that Shelley was right, I was a girl from the skin out, from my pretty blonde hair to my blue heels! The stage was set, all of the props were in place, it was up to the actors from here out. The only hitch in the whole show was that it was a one - girl show and she was a boy!

Mom of course was thrilled with how I looked, gushing over how pretty I was as a blonde and how well my dress fit. When I told her that I considered it to be just another part I had to learn she simply smiled at me and told me she understood. What it was she understood was unknown to me though, I was only doing this to make a little money this summer, surely she knew that. I really didn't enjoy being all prettied up like this, it's just that I had to put up with it for the time being. Soon my practicing would be over and I'd stand there and feel silly in a dress or something while getting loads of cash!

Before I could explore the subject in any detail though Shelley handed me a girls coat and a purse and insisted we start for the restaurant. Knees trembling from fear I put on my new coat, took my purse and followed her to her car. She opened my door for me and smiled as I sat and turned my legs into the back seat just as I'd seen other girls do. I couldn't wait for her to turn some heat on, I wasn't accustomed to the cold seat against my legs. When I said that I didn't understand how I was expected to stay warm in a thin pair of nylons Shelley gave a strange laugh and said I'd get used to it soon enough! She was forever laughing like that when I complained about some part of my training and it drove me nuts wondering what she meant!

As we drove along I was told to try to relax and enjoy myself, I looked pretty and was a very convincing actor. My smooth, almost girlish voice combined with the way I was dressed would be more than enough to convince everyone that I was a girl! Everyone but me that is, I thought I'd have to be dragged out of the car!

It turned out that Shelley had already made reservations for us at a very nice restaurant in town the day before and we had a table waiting when we arrived! It kind of made me wonder what other little surprises Shelley may have had in store for me.

We checked our coats in the lobby and a waiter escorted us to our table. I was about to pull out my chair and sit down when Shelley glared at me. Before I could ask what was wrong the waiter pulled out and held it so that I could sit down. Remembering my lessons I smiled, smoothed out my skirt and accepted the chair.

I longed to order a nice big steak with a baked potato and desert but Shelley told me to stick with Chicken and a salad to avoid putting on weight and ruining my figure. I hadn't even been in front of a camera yet and already I had to watch my figure, this modeling stuff was getting to be less and less fun before I even started!

About halfway through my meal I realized that I had a problem, I was in serious need of using the bathroom! I quietly explained my predicament to mom who excused herself and accompanied me to the ladies room.

Chuckling softly mom said that she remembered how when I was about five years old I insisted that I was a big boy and refused to go with her into the ladies room, she thought it was a riot that years later I had become a big girl and was once again using the ladies room with her! She was right, it did seem to be a strange twist of fate to be back in the ladies room but right then I was a little preoccupied to really see the humor of it all!

Entering the room I spotted an empty stall and hurriedly closed the door behind me. Wearing dresses at home for the last couple of months had prepared me for the gyrations needed to hold up my dress and slip while pulling down my stockings and panties. After finishing up I got my clothes readjusted and opened the stall door to see mom waiting in front of a line of sinks. She suggested that I freshen my makeup but I said that I had left it at home not realizing I'd need it. Mom told me that She and Shelley had another little surprise for me and to open up my purse. Inside were several tubes of lipstick, a compact with different shades of blush and powder, another compact with eye shadow, mascara, perfume, perfume and a hair brush. I was the victim of a carefully planned set up by mom and Shelley but there was nothing I could do about it. I mean I'm standing in the ladies room surrounded by women, looking for all the world like a young woman so I did what I had to do - I touched up my makeup!

Mom filled Shelley in on all the details when we got back to our table and Shelley was delighted.

"You're coming along well Jan," She said encouragingly. "You're going to make a wonderful young lady!"

I was actually happy to hear her say that, I had worked hard to learn this part and it gave me a real ego boost to hear that I was doing well. I didn't care if what I was doing so well at was pretending to be a girl, I just needed to hear how good I was! I had just started to eat again when I hear a familiar voice greeting my mother. Looking up I nearly choked on my chicken when I saw Rob, a boy I knew from school! The guy was having dinner with his family and stopped by after spotting my mother. I was looking for a way to leave when Shelley put her hand on my leg and whispered for me to sit there and play my part. As it turned out I couldn't have gotten away if I had tried. After a pleasant greeting to mom Rob casually blocked my escape and asked her who I was. Before mom could think of a reply Shelley came to my rescue, explaining that I was her niece and was learning to become a model.. Rob's interest picked up even more upon hearing that I was a model, I was having a hard time keeping a straight face as he introduced himself to me!

"I've never met a real model before," He said. "Are you from around here?"

I summoned up by best "Janice" voice and said that I was from the same town as Shelley and that we were just visiting her friend. I hoped that he would leave quietly but he stuck around for several more minutes offering to show me around town. I politely thanked him and said that I wouldn't have time since we were going back home that evening. I hoped it was a nice turndown because even though I was shaking inside I was thrilled that I was convincing enough to have a boy ask for a date, I was definitely an acting great!

I was so caught up in the moment that I became overconfident and said that I was sure it would be fun if I had the time. The next voice I heard was mom's suggesting that Shelley and I stop back in a few weeks. Mom and Shelley could spend some time reminiscing while Bob gave me a grand tour of the city! Before I stop her Shelley agreed and promised that we'd come back again two weeks later. Things went downhill from there and within moments he had me agreeing to be picked up at six o'clock two weeks from tonight! Rob was nice enough to ask about me before leaving but I doubt that he heard the excuse mom gave, he was too busy smiling at me!

When Rob finally left I was fit to be tied! How could mom have done this to me?

"What in heavens name were you thinking mom?" I asked agitatedly. "I can't go on a date with another boy!"

"Sure you can," Mom said. "You're a girl remember?"

"No mom," I corrected in a hushed voice. "I'm only pretending remember! He'll know I'm not really a girl then he'll kill me!" "You'll be fine Janice," Shelley said soothingly. "By the time he's ready to take you out you'll be ready. I promise!"

"Besides dear," Mom said. "It'll be great practice for you and you'll have a great time!"

There wasn't any room left for debate, especially in a public place, I was going on a date with a boy in two weeks and that was all there was to it. I could only hope that Shelley knew what she was doing.

Back at home we Shelley reassured me that I'd be fine, she'd teach me everything I needed to know about dating and how I should act. When she was finished with me I would be a lovely young lady and Rob would be thrilled to be with me.

Spring was here and I had a two week vacation during which Shelley was planning some intensive modeling training for me anyway. She decided to take a short vacation from her business to help me practice being a girl on my date along with the modeling. She agreed that I was doing a great job of acting like a girl but there were a few things she still thought could use improvement. I practiced day and night modeling different outfits, setting my hair, using makeup, coordinating accessories with my outfits, and a hundred other things that girls needed to know.

We went to malls where I had to describe details of different outfits, what jewelry to wear with them, what shades of makeup would look best, and on what type of occasion I might wear such an outfit. To everyone's delight I could choose and accessorize an outfit better than most of the girls in school and I seemed to have better taste than them too! I seemed to have a knack of choosing just the perfect outfit to flatter my figure and when I tried them on other customers complimented me on my taste!

Strangely enough I found that it really didn't bother me to walk around in public as a girl, everywhere we went people accepted me as a pretty girl and I came to enjoy the attention I got. I noticed that whenever we passed a group of boys they suddenly grew very quiet and a couple of times I caught them looking at me and smiling. Just to see what would happen I sometimes smiled back at the boys and was amazed to see just how wide a persons smile could actually be!

By the time Shelley finished with me I was as much a girl as I thought I could ever be. I walked with a definite sway to my hips, my mannerisms were completely feminine, and I had even learned to make my voice sound just a little bit smoother and softer. I learned all about being a model, how to stand, sit, fluff my hair and most importantly smile. Shelley was thrilled with my progress and often told me that I was going to make a lot of money and could easily be one of her most sought after models! I can't explain why but it didn't bother me in the least to hear her say what a lovely young woman I had become.

I still had a few months of practice left though and things weren't exactly going as I had planned. I was tying to keep my end of the deal, I watched how girls did things, how they moved, talked, laughed , and everything. When I came home I acted and dressed like a girl and even allowed mom to treat me like one, which she was more than happy to do! Over the last few months though I noticed a change in mom, we were closer than ever before and I didn't mind that at all, I even patiently listened to stories of what it was like when she was growing up. I did however notice that she seemed to be treating me more and more like a girl. At first it was little things like the stories she told me then it was calling me Janice or "young lady" instead of Jim. If I said anything about it she brushed it off as just trying to help.

Whatever it was that mom was trying to do it seemed to be working. When I took my bath at night I never gave a second thought to lathering and shaving my legs and underarms, after all I couldn't very well have hairy legs under my stockings and what if I wore a top that showed my underarms? Every night after bathing and shaving I casually pulled on a pair of nylon panties and a nightgown, weekends found me in a skirt or dress practicing with my makeup. I had been doing these things daily for months now and they seemed normal to me. I used to argue over helping to clean the house and doing dishes. These weren't the kinds of things boys should have to do I complained. Now I was tidying up, doing dishes, and even learning to cook without so much as a whimper. It's like I said, mom was happy and that seemed to make me happy. What could possibly have been wrong with that?

Shelley was right, by the time the two weeks were up I was a refined young lady looking forward to practicing my new skills on an unsuspecting boy. After everything I had been taught I figured Rob wouldn't have a chance, I'd have him wrapped around my finger. Shelley and mom had gone to a lot of trouble to teach me all about being a girl and how to act around boys including flirting and what to do about a good night kiss.

Mom helped me plan an outfit to wear on my first date, we both decided it should be a dress and my lingerie should be very frilly to keep me feeling like a girl. My panties were peach with lace around the waistband, I picked a full slip with lace a t the hem and bodice along with a satiny bra that would work well with my low cut pink dress.

The dress itself was pink and made of a silky fabric that clung to curves I didn't realize I had. The neckline was cut low enough to insure a boys interest but high enough to keep him from getting any ideas. I couldn't imagine why mom picked that dress, I certainly didn't have anything to interest a boy in that area. Yet when I put it on and looked down at myself I saw a bit of cleavage peeking out from the top. Shelley laughed and said that this was another one of her surprises, I had been wearing bras with small cups meant to pull the flesh of my chest over into them. Now when I wore a larger cup bra I appeared to have breasts!

I finished dressing, clipped on a pair of pink earrings, a bracelet and necklace along with pink heels. Shelley offered to do my makeup but I insisted on doing it myself, I wanted to act as much like a girl preparing for a date as possible figuring it would help me play my part. When the doorbell rang I took a deep breath and sprayed on some "Charley" perfume as mom went to open the door.

Rob looked great in his jersey and slacks, if only I had been able to look that good I wouldn't be standing here in a dress.

After a few minutes of getting to know each other mom and Shelley shooed us out the door telling us to have a nice time. I was on my own now, hoping everything would work out!

Rob was the perfect gentleman, holding the car door for me as I got in and lavishing me with attention as we drove. He made me feel so relaxed yet so very special that soon I was babbling on about what I liked and disliked in school, music and everything else I could think of. I had to keep from giggling when he said that I wasn't at all what he thought I would be - a pretty face with no brain! Imagine me - just another pretty face!

Rob took me to the downtown area where we parked the car and got out to walk. I had lived in this town all of my life and thought I knew it well but it all seemed so different walking next to Rob. The warm happy feeling that I had in the car stayed with me as Rob and I walked and talked. I felt so good that Rob had my hand in his before I realized it! I looked down at our intertwined fingers then looked at him and smiled. He'd never have held my hand if he had any suspicions that I was a boy. He was completely certain that I was a pretty, intelligent young woman and I wasn't about to do anything to change that. I smiled up at him and moved closer to him as wee continued to walk and talk, and laugh.

We did some window shopping along the way with Rob occasionally pointing out clothes he thought would look great on me. I loved his taste, he always picked out the prettiest outfits in the display and kept telling me how nice they'd look on me. He never once said that I'd look good in anything, always making sure to say that the outfit would look good on me as if I would somehow add to the outfit!

After seeing the town on foot we drove to a local bugger shop supposedly for dinner but I suspect he also wanted to show me off to his friends. As we walked away from the car Rob once again took my hand but this time he pulled me close and put his arm around my waist. Looking at me he smiled and asked if it was okay. What could I say, I was his date for the evening and he was so nice, I smiled and moved closer.

Rob couldn't wait to introduce me to his friends, almost all of whom I knew from school! Talk about scary, if anyone recognized me I'd be dog meat for sure! I was amazed, we sat and talked for at least an hour with no one showing any signs of recognizing me, not even when I found myself in a small ladies room with two girls I had once asked for dates. I thought it was kind of funny in a strange sort of way, these girls wouldn't go out with me as a boy and now as a girl I was dating a guy they'd kill for!

By the time the evening was over I found myself completely relaxed and at ease being with Rob, I didn't have to pretend that I was enjoying myself, I really was! When Rob walked me to the door to say goodbye I impulsively reached up and kissed him on the cheek.

"I had a wonderful time Rob, You're really sweet!"

"Sweet enough to go to a dance with tomorrow night?"

I wasn't sure what to do. Half of me was ready to accept on the spot! I had such a great time yet this was something I really shouldn't be doing.

"I'll have to see what's up with my aunt and her friend, maybe I could call you."

Rob seemed satisfied with that answer and said good night one last time. I opened the door and went inside to see mom and Shelley waiting for me.

I hung up my jacket and purse and hurried over to where they sat anxious to tell them all about my first date. We must have spent an hour with me doing most of the talking. They laughed at how excited I was while I went on and on about how pretty such and such a place was and the fun we had window shopping.

"You've seen all of those places and stores before." Laughed mom. "What's so fascinating about them now?"

"It's hard to say mom, things just seemed so different, I never noticed how nice this town really was!"

"Did you enjoy yourself though Jan?" Inquired Shelley.

"Oh yes!" I exclaimed. "He was so sweet and he even asked me to a dance tomorrow night!"

"What did you tell him?" Mom asked innocently.

"I said I'd have to ask, I just wasn't sure." I answered in a low voice.

"Sure about what?" Asked Shelley.

"Sure about going, I mean I sort of got tricked into tonight's date. I don't think it would be right to go out with another guy." Mom put her arm around me. "Did feel like a boy?"

I didn't want to answer that question but after a few moments of silence mom prodded me to answer.

"No I didn't." I said, tears beginning to form in my eyes. "I forgot all about being a boy for a while."

Shelley sat down on my other side and dried my tears.

"Okay, let's see now, you had a great time, you really enjoyed yourself, and the guy you were with felt the same way. So what's the problem?"

"The problem," I sobbed, "is that I'm a boy and he's a boy! Boys don't date other boys!"

Your date never thought you were a boy why should you?"

"Your logic is impeccable as always Shelley!" I laughed. "But it doesn't change what I am."

"Why not just forget what you are honey?" Asked mom.

"Right!" Exclaimed Shelley. "You look, act, dress, walk, and even talk like a girl. Why not just think of yourself as a girl for another night? Would it be that hard?"

I couldn't bring myself to say it but I knew it wouldn't be hard at all. I had such an absolutely heavenly evening and I knew that I wanted more! It seems as though my outlook had changed since I had first been offered the job. At first I looked upon wearing girl's clothes as a necessary evil but as time went on I began to take more of an interest in how I looked. I took a little more time with my makeup and often found myself looking at outfits in stores and wondering how I'd look in them. Things had changed but I figured that I was just trying to learn the part as best as I could.

Okay so it wouldn't be hard, Shelley was right, no one could tell that I was a boy, not the girls in the bathroom and certainly not Rob. He was getting what he wanted, a pretty model to show off to his friends and I was getting what I wanted, an evening of fun like I never had before. I was going to pretend I was a girl in a few months anyhow, why not start just a little early.

"I suppose you're right, but it still seems strange."

"Listen," Said mom thoughtfully. "You've been a boy for the last sixteen years and have nothing to show for it. One evening as a girl and you're happier than I've ever seen you before. There's plenty of time for you to be a lonely, sad boy. Why not relax and be a happy popular girl for another night?"

That clinched the argument as far as I was concerned. I'd be the cutest, nicest girl I could be for Rob and I'd have a blast doing it!

The next day I had my first chance to wear a pair of my new jeans and was amazed at how they fit. My old jeans were always a little tight in the side and loose in the waist with enough left over in the back to carry a basketball. The jeans Shelley bought me fit perfectly in the hips and the waist and were tight against my butt. I pulled a low cut top over my bra, and when I looked in the mirror I thought I was looking at a girl! My top seemed to curve in at the sides and my jeans made me look like I had a girls butt. I slipped on a pair of ankle socks and went to have breakfast.

As I entered the kitchen Shelley let out a low whistle.

"Getting a little daring with the cleavage aren't we young lady?"

"If you've got it, flaunt it Shelley!" I laughed and spun around . "How do I look?"

"You're gorgeous Jan!" Mom exclaimed. "You've got a really cute shape!"

"Thanks mom, but it's the clothes, for some reason they make me look more like a girl!"

I noticed mom giving Shelley a funny look but thought nothing of it. I loved the compliments they were paying me, no one ever said anything that nice to me before.

I spent my day helping with housework and talking shop with Shelley before it was time to get ready. As I headed up to take a bath Shelley stopped me and handed me a box from a local women's store. Inside I found a beautiful brown leather miniskirt along with a low cut gold top.

"Just something to make your night special." She said. "I can't wait to see how you look."

I couldn't either so I dashed upstairs, took a quick bath, shaved my legs and underarms and hurried to get ready.

Back in my room I picked out a white lace trimmed bra, panty, and slip set. I pulled on my panties, pulled on a pair of tan stockings and my slip before putting on my bra. Shelley had made certain that my new bras were padded so that I wouldn't have to stuff the cups with anything. That turned out to be a good idea because I found that the old bras had worked wonders on me. I never realized how much extra flesh I had on my chest but when I hooked my bra and straightened it out I found that there was just enough room in the cups for the extra flesh. I really looked like a girl with a decent set of hooters! Amazing the difference that clothes can make!

I did my own makeup again but Shelley had to help with hooking my wig to the tape that held it in place. After she brushed it out I saw the cute girl that I turned out to be and broke into a grin. "You look beautiful Janice, a beautiful young woman." Shelley whispered softly. "Your date will be thrilled to be seen with you!" "Thanks Shelley." I whispered back. "I really owe you big time for making me look so nice!"

"All I did was to show you what could be done Jan. You always had the potential!"

It seemed strange to me that a geeky looking guy like me could become such a good looking girl so easily but I suppose I was just lucky.

Shelley had bought me a pair of pumps to match my skirt and when I was completely ready we went down to show off for mom.

"What do you think of your son now?" Asked Shelley.

"I think he's everything a mother could hope her daughter would be!" Laughed mom. "Pretty, nice legs, great shape, and very good to her mother!"

I smiled and curtsied.

"So glad you approve of me!"

It was only a few more minutes before Rob picked me up and after a quick hello and goodbye we were off to the dance. Rob graciously held my door for me and as I slid into the car I noticed that he was checking me out. I felt pretty good about his looking at me, I had gone through a lot of trouble to look nice and I was kind of glad to see he appreciated it! After all, if I'm going to look like a teenaged girl I certainly wanted my date to think I looked good!

We had a great time just driving to the dance, Rob was so funny and made me feel so much at ease that I could have spent the entire night sitting there talking to him! Of course he wouldn't appreciate that, he wanted all of his friends to see him with the cute model he must have been bragging about. I know that if the situation were reversed I'd have been bragging to everyone I knew or even just met! Somehow the thought of reversing popped into my head and for an instant I had a mental picture of Rob sitting here wearing my outfit and I burst into a fit of giggles!

"What's so funny?"

Oh nothing," I replied sweetly. "It's a girl thing, you wouldn't understand!"

"True, how true!"

Once inside we spent a few minutes meeting some of his friends, make that showing off since all were guys and each of them seemed really happy to meet me. They kept asking how we met and if I was really a model and if I'd dance with them too. I told them about meeting Rob and yes I was a model (well I would be this summer and it made Rob look good!), and that I'd love to dance with them but since I was Robs date they'd have to ask him.

Rob was in his glory, all of his friends were practically drooling over me but I made it clear that I was his date! It was every guys dream come true, mine included. For me though dreams like that were now pushed to the back, tonight I was Rob's date and his dreams were my only concern. Maybe this summer I'd get a chance to met some girls that might be willing to go out with me, I'd be in a different town and things might be better there.

My dreams were interrupted when Rob took my hand and led me out to the dance floor. A slow song was playing and it was put up or shut up time for me. I put my hands around Robs neck and followed him around the floor.

Dancing with Rob wasn't half bad actually. He held me close and told me how pretty I looked and how happy he was that I was able to go out with him. Now no one's ever been happy to have me around before, they just sort of put up with me. All of the attention I was getting from Rob was definitely having an effect on me, it was quickly banishing any memories of Jim from my mind. I was Janice, a sixteen year old girl out with a guy who knew how to make her feel great. I laid my head against his chest as we danced, I was with the sweetest boy in the whole world and I was in heaven!

After a couple of dances one of his friends asked if I'd dance with him. I looked at Rob who smiled and said he wouldn't mind so out to the floor we went. This song was a pretty fast one so the guy never did get a chance to hold me but he seemed happy just to be seen dancing with me. I was amazed at the effect I was having on these guys. I saw them in school every day and they acted as if I was part of the building, something that's there but not important. Now all I had to do was smile and they went to pieces! If only there were some way to make them understand how badly I felt when they ignored me. I was having too much fun though to worry about the past. Tonight I was going to enjoy myself!

By the time the night was over I had danced with about six other guys besides Rob. When the last dance of the night started though I was back where I wanted to stay, in Robs arms! The song was a very soft, romantic one and all of the girls were holding their boyfriends close. I tightened my grip around Robs neck and rested my head on his chest, blissfully unaware that anyone else was there.

The trip home was over all too soon and we were standing at my front door saying good night. Rob wanted to see me again next week but I begged off telling him that I had too much work to do and couldn't be such a bother to mom. I did promise to call him if I ever got back into town so that we could go out again though. I'm not sure what I could have been thinking, I guess I just got so caught up in the role I was playing that I forgot myself but in any case I put my arms around his neck and kissed him good night.

It would have been bad enough if I had kissed him on the cheek but I slowly pulled him towards my face and kissed him right on the lips! As our lips touched I realized what I had done but it was too late. Rob was holding me tight and kissing me the way I had dreamt of kissing some of the girls at school. With no way out I did what any self respecting girl would do, I returned his kiss and the kiss after that and the one after that! Finally we said our last good night and I was able to get inside without making a bigger fool of myself. Of course mom and Shelley were sitting there waiting for me with grins from ear to ear.

"What a kiss!" Mom said laughing. "Will I be invited to the wedding?"

"What an actor!" Exclaimed Shelley. "Or should I have said Actress?"

"You saw that I suppose?" I asked slowly. "Believe me it wasn't what you think!"

"Of course not Jan," Said mom. "Just another part for you right?"

"Right! Just another part. What do you think?"

"I think my daughter is experiencing her first case of puppy love!" Replied mom.

"I wouldn't go that far mom, it just seemed right that's all!

I noticed that mom and Shelley were giving each other funny looks again but I didn't care. I did what seemed right even though I can't begin to understand why it seemed right.

Shelley asked me about the dance and I happily rambled on about how much fun I had and all the guys who wanted to dance with me! The look on my face must have really said it all because I suddenly noticed the grin on mom's face.

You're not sorry you went tonight I take it?" She asked slyly. "Not at all mom!" I blurted, "Rob was really sweet and a great dancer!

"I'm glad you had such a good time dear, but now it's time for a bath and off to bed, tommorrow's a school day!"

I was in heaven as I changed and took my bath, I couldn't forget how nice it felt be held and kissed the way Rob had held and kissed me! Even though I had just shaved my legs and underarms that afternoon I felt as though I had to do them all over again, I just loved the soft, silky feel of my legs!

Monday found me back in school being ignored as usual, even Rob walked by me as if I didn't exist. Guys that couldn't wait to be with me last night had other things to be interested in today. Strange that I should care, I thought to myself, the past weekend was just a way of practicing for this summer. I wasn't really a girl and there was no earthly reason why I should be so sad. I tried to put these strange feelings out of my mind but all it took was to see Rob and they came right back again. Why was I feeling like a love sick teenaged girl?

It took me several weeks to get over my feelings about dating Rob but somehow I managed. I wanted to sit down with mom and talk things over but I was afraid, afraid that it would seem to much like a mother - daughter talk to her and afraid that I'd start crying like some silly girl. I will admit that there were nights when I laid in bed crying and that scared me half to death, I was a boy and boys simply did not cry. I promised myself that I'd never allow anything like that to happen again. I might have to pretend that I was a girl for work this summer but after work I'd be all boy. I'd play baseball, fight, get hurt, and do all of those things that would make me a boy.

School finally ended for the summer and mom told me to pack whatever clothes that I'd need for the summer. I figured that Shelley would provide whatever clothes I had to model so I packed the few pairs of boys jeans and shorts that I owned along with a couple of jerseys, and underwear. Mom said I'd be leaving in a day or two so I should pack whatever I wasn't going to wear for a day and Shelley would pick my suitcases up for me.

Mom suggested that we go out for a burger on the day I was supposed to leave since we wouldn't be seeing each other for a few weeks. I wasn't about to refuse, I'd miss mom and a burger always sounded good to me. When we got back Shelley was already waiting for us. "All set Janice?" She asked. "You start working for me next Monday!"

"Do you have to call me that?" I grumped. "I'm only going to be Janice at work, afterwards I plan on being a normal boy. The only dates I'll be going on will be with girls!"

"Calm down sweetie," Said mom. "Everything's going to be okay, I promise."

"We do have on small problem though Jan." Interrupted Shelley. "You can't go dressed the way you are, I have to stop by the office and you'll have to look like a girl. You can change once we get to my place okay?"

I thought it would be okay to bend my dressing rule just this once so I headed for my room when Shelley called out.

"While you were out I took the liberty of picking out something nice for you Jan, it's in your mom's room, you can change in there."

Once again Shelley was in control, I wondered if I'd ever learn to put up with her.

Sure enough there was everything I needed laying on mom's bed, Shelley was as usual her thorough self. I pulled off my jeans, socks, shirt, and underwear and replaced them with panties, a bra, slip, stockings, a pretty blue top, and a denim mini skirt. I still couldn't figure out how wearing too small of a bra had caused me to look like I had breasts but I had to admit I filled out my bra rather well! Shelley had set out a pair of white pumps to wear with my skirt.

Once I dressed I used mom's makeup, brushed my hair, and went to see if Shelley was ready to go. Mom made a big scene over my leaving, telling me how much she'd miss me and how she'd try to visit me but that she'd be looking for a new job. She finished my telling me how nice I looked and how proud she was that I was pretty enough to be a model. I wanted to put up a fight about being pretty and all but it was the last time I'd see her for at least a couple of weeks and she did mean well so I just smiled and said thanks. Shelley wished mom luck in her job hunt, said that she'd have me call often and then we were off.

We stopped at Shelley's office and after she got some papers from a file cabinet she took me for a little tour. One room of the office was set up for pictures with all kinds of different equipment and backdrops for pictures. Another area was set up for changing with racks for hanging clothes on along with a large, lighted makeup area. Shelley told me that I'd spend most of my time here unless the client requested otherwise. I hoped that wouldn't happen, I just felt more comfortable and secure in Shelley's place. After finishing up at the office we drove back to Shelley's apartment where I'd be spending the next couple of months. I asked if it was such a good idea for me to be seen going in all dressed up but she laughed that odd laugh of hers and told me to relax, everything would be fine.

As we got on the elevator two other women got on with us, I had nowhere to hide and it was obvious that I was with Shelley. I almost dropped dead when in the course of a conversation with the women Shelley turned to me and introduced me as "Janice, the girl I told you about."

The women immediately made a fuss over me telling me how lucky I was to have such a great figure and be so pretty! These women seemed to know quite a bit about my new job and I could only wonder how much Shelley had actually told them!

Once inside the apartment I blew up asking Shelley what she had told them about me and why. She calmly explained that if I was going to be living with her for a few months she thought that it was best if her friends knew about it. After all these were very good friends of hers and sooner or later they'd wonder who the girl was that was staying with her.

"Girl! What girl? There's not going to be a girl staying here!" Shelley gave me that odd laugh again and told me to check out my new room. I opened the door to the room she had pointed at and saw a room decorated with a teenaged girl in mind. The walls were a light violet, the rug was a darker violet, the sheets on the bed were a pale yellow, and all around the edge of the bed was a pale yellow ruffle! I glanced around and saw a makeup table completely set up with the makeup kit I had been given months ago. I opened a drawer in the dresser and found it loaded with panties, slips, stockings and bras. When I opened the walk in closet I was greeted with nothing but girls clothes, dresses, skirts, slacks, you name it, it was there. The only thing missing were my boys clothes.

"What's going on Shelley? You promised I'd only have to dress up for pictures! Where are my boys clothes?"

First young lady I never made any such promise! You said that's what you were going to do but I never agreed! I can't have a boy walk into the dressing area and a girl come out. That wouldn't do at all. As for your boys clothes, they were in such bad shape your mom got rid of them, all of them! After the summer you can but all new ones if you like! Until then, just relax and enjoy being a pretty girl, I promise you'll have a great time!

I won't in any position to argue, I agreed to do this, it hadn't been all that bad so far, and the pay was going to be fantastic.

"I'm sorry, you're right. I'll behave myself , I promise."

My not too distant future accounted for Shelley proceeded on to the here and now. I had an appointment at a beauty shop in an hour to have my hair redone, the blond hair Shelly had first given me was to return on a more permanent basis along with a much more flattering and pretty hairstyle. I was kind of excited about this since my hair hadn't been cut in almost six months and was getting harder and harder to fix in a pretty style. I was going to be a girl but Shelley was going to make certain that I'd be pretty and I was certainly grateful!

When I was all done I couldn't believe how nice I looked. My hair was now a golden yellow that seemed to reflect the shop lights from every angle. My hair now hung down to my shoulders in gentle waves before curling under at the ends.Pretty bangs framed the front of my face while the sides gently tapered back.

"Well Janice, what do you think now?"

I couldn't answer, I was just too amazed at how I looked. I wasn't a boy in a dress anymore, I was every inch a pretty girl!

Shelley seemed to understand and left me to admire my new hairdo while she paid the bill. She asked me if I had any more reservations about modeling for her and I unhesitatingly said no. I had all the training I would need and now I had the looks to go with the training. I couldn't wait to start work!

When we got home Shelley told me that I'd probably be more comfortable if I changed into a pair of jeans. I had gotten so used to wearing dresses by now that to tell the truth I really was comfortable but I went along with her anyhow. I changed into a pair of jeans, marvelling at how much I looked like a girl even in slacks!

Shelley expressed surprise when she saw that I had changed into a low cut top and bra.

"Your shape looks better every time I see you Jan, You're not taking anything are you?"

"Of course not! This is what those first bras did to me that's all."

I could see by the look on her face that Shelley wasn't convinced but there wasn't anything I could do about it. She made me this way, why did she have to act like it was so strange?

I spent the next couple of days just walking around the neighborhood getting acquainted with some of the other kids. At first I was a little worried about how people would react to me, for some reason I was sure that a real girl would know that I wasn't what I appeared to be. My worries disappeared after Shelley introduced me to a few girls who lived in the building and they accepted me without batting an eye. Soon we were laughing and talking as though we'd been old friends.

Working for Shelley wasn't all fun and games I soon found out. I had to stand in some really uncomfortable positions so the pictures would reflect the "natural, candid" look and having to change my outfit , hairstyle, and makeup in minutes wasn't easy either! To everyone's delight I proved to be a very quick study and was soon moving, smiling, posing, and changing like an experienced model.I only worked about five hours a day but still I was glad to be done for the day, go home and slip into a pair of jeans or shorts to relax.

I didn't want to say anything to Shelley but after the first couple of weeks I really looked forward to wearing some of the outfits I had to model and even found myself wishing that I had a dress of my own like that.

What made things really tough was getting my first paycheck and seeing more money than I ever had before. It just made me determined to be as good at my job as I possibly could! Not an easy thing when you consider that my job was to be a girl!

Whenever I had a day off I found myself hanging around with my girlfriends, seeing a movie, or shopping at the mall. They had a great time trying on different outfits but I couldn't get excited about it, it seemed too much like work to me! What I really wanted to do was to go to the pool with them to cool off on the hot summer days.

I was moping around the studio one day when I was off when Shelley asked what was wrong. I told her about how I had to keep making excuses for not going swimming with my friends when I desperately wanted to go with them. Shelley smiled and promised that after work we'd go out to dinner and shop for bathing suits for me. She promised she'd fix things up just right and since she had certainly kept her word so far I decided to trust her.

That evening we stopped for burgers and I insisted on buying. it was an odd feeling for me to be treating someone else to a dinner I had never really been able to afford myself but it was great! We talked shop as we ate and after a trip to the ladies room we were off to the mall.

Along the way Shelley handed me a package and told me that it would be the solution to my problem. I opened it up and found what appeared to be a pair of thong style panties in a size that seemed to be too small even for me. Shelley explained that it was referred to as a dancer's belt and was designed to hide a male's genitals. After a thorough explanation of how it worked and how to put it on I slipped it into my purse and hoped for the best.

At the mall we went to a store that specialized in the latest in ladies swimwear. I looked at over a dozen suits that I thought were pretty along with a few that Shelley picked out for me but I turned them all down. They were all designed to show off a young woman's figure which I didn't have and would never hide the young man's genitals that I definitely did have.

After I turned down another couple of suits Shelley handed me a bright pink bikini and told me to try it on.

"Are you crazy, if I can't wear those one piece suits I sure can't wear this!"

Shelley was adamant however and guided me towards the nearest dressing room.

"Don't forget your belt!" She whispered as she practically shoved me inside.

Once inside the safety of the dressing room I removed my skirt, top, and lingerie and after a good bit of struggling I managed to put on the belt. I didn't expect it to be comfortable but it wasn't all that bad. I glanced at myself in the mirror and my drifted to where all always had a bulge in my panties. I say had because it was gone, nowhere to be seen! I looked like a young girl standing there in a pair of high cut lace panties! I stared at myself from every angle but there was nothing to see, I was as flat as any girl my age!

Strangely enough I was thrilled at how I looked and quickly pulled on the bottoms to the swimsuit. I turned away from the mirror, afraid that I'd somehow jinx myself if I looked to soon and put on the top. After I got all my loose flesh, (there seemed to be more now than when I had started), into the cups I fastened the top and slowly turned to the mirror.

There was no point in denying it, I was thrilled when I saw the pretty girl in the mirror. I figured that my curved waist was an illusion created by the suit but that still left the not so little matter of why I seemed to have breasts to explain. Like I said, I was always a skinny boy so where did all of that loose flesh breasts come from? I heard Shelley asking if everything was all right so I stepped out to show her.

The look on her face as I stepped out of the changing room said it all, she couldn't believe that the sweet young thing in front of her was a boy either!

"My God, you're beautiful!" She whispered. "I didn't look that good when I was your age!"

"I'll take that to be a compliment, but I owe it all to this suit and your too small bras!"

Shelley agreed that I must be right, it had to be the suit and bras but something told me she wasn't convinced.

I ended the day having spent over two hundred dollars on swimsuits and cover jackets. Shelley let me pick out everything but the first suit and I actually had a lot of fun picking what I thought were the prettiest suits and jackets I could find. It seemed to me that since I was going to be a girl I might as well enjoy myself so I chose a rather daring two piece suit in a Kelly green that looked great with my blond hair. It was cut almost to the waistband on the sides with just the minimum amount of fabric in the front and slightly more in the back. The top had shirred fabric with separate cups fastened at the bottom, it took all of my loose flesh and formed it into what looked exactly like two nicely shaped breasts! Of course with a suit that pretty it seemed a shame to cover it up with just anything so I picked out a cover jacket made entirely of lace. It was perfect, just what the suit cried out for!

As we were leaving the mall I saw some earrings in a shop that seemed to appeal to me so Shelley and I stopped in to look them over. The first thing that Shelley noticed was that I couldn't wear them, they were strictly for pierced ears and the store had nothing that nice in a clip on style.

I swallowed hard for a moment then turned to Shelley.

"Would it be okay with you if I got my ears pierced?"

Shelley wasn't sure how to reply and it was a few long seconds before she did.

"Are you sure it's what you want to do Jan? Even after you let the holes close there'll be a scar."

"I understand, but I'm sure. I've just got to have those earrings, they're so pretty!"

Shelley stared at me for a moment before summoning the clerk.

"The young lady would like to have her ears pierced please."

The clerk asked another girl to help and while they got things ready they explained how I'd have to care for my ears all the while calling me "Miss" and "Young Lady". I paid careful attention to what I was told despite the excitement that was building inside of me. I couldn't explain why I wanted my ears pierced and somewhere inside of my skull a voice was saying "Don't do it" but I couldn't get off that chair. Of course the clerk had no way of knowing that I was still trying to be sure and within a minute she and the other girl pierced my ears and inserted my new earrings. When I saw how they looked in a mirror I was sure I had done the right thing, I still heard the voice but I didn't care. I looked great and I loved it!

Shelley was amazed at the way I had acted and I suppose she wasn't alone. It's hard to explain, it's just that when I felt different, I felt as though I really were Janice. I tried my best to explain it to her but I'm not sure I got through. She just kept telling me that I seemed to have gotten carried away. The swimsuits were one thing she explained, they could always be taken off when I was through for the summer but pierced ears? I just shrugged my shoulders and told her if I didn't care why should she. She just looked at me kind of strangely and walked away. I went to my room, put away my new clothes and got ready for bed. After a quick shower I reached for my panties then stopped before putting them on. Deciding that I should get used to wearing it I put my dancers's belt on then pulled on my panties and nightgown. It took a few minutes to get used to the feeling but it wasn't nearly as bad as learning to sleep in curlers had been!

After a few hours work the next day I hurried home, quickly changed into my new bikini, slipped on my jacket, and with a towel and suntan lotion set off for the pool! I felt so happy to be walking down the street in my bikini that I seemed to arrive at the pool without remembering much about how I got there. My friends were happy to see me as were a number of the boys who kept walking by us. We spent the afternoon sunning ourselves and checking out the cute lifeguards and it was the most fun I had in months!

My friends and I rarely went into the water, we were there to check out guys and be checked out by guys, just like every other teenaged girl there. I hated to think of what too much chlorine from the water would do to my hair and I certainly didn't want the guys seeing me looking like a drowned rat!

My new found concern for my looks were paying off big for me; Shelley was being swamped with calls from clients requesting me and I was making far more that I ever dreamed of! I had graduated from what Shelley referred to as "In-House" modeling and was now doing fashion shows for clients who specifically asked for me. It was a real trip to walk down a runway wearing some great looking outfit and have a crowd of people oohing and ahhing as I passed! Another nice fringe benefit was that I was often permitted to keep an outfit that I had modeled and soon I had a closet brimming with beautiful dresses and gowns! Whenever one of my girlfriends needed an outfit for a special occasion or a big date I was always happy to let her pick something from my closet which thrilled them to no end! As a way of repaying me they tried setting me up with blind dates which I always turned down saying that I was too busy working or didn't like blind dates. They kept trying though and after a long talk with mom and Shelley I finally agreed to double date with one of my friends.

My friend and I spent an afternoon going through my closet to find just the right outfits to wear for our date.I picked a dress I was particularly fond of, it had a pale yellow rayon top with a floral print skirt. My friend was thrilled when I suggested she wear my gold top and leather skirt since I had told her all about my date with Rob and how much he liked my outfit.

I was a little apprehensive about dating but mom had said people would think it odd that a pretty girl like me didn't date. What made me apprehensive was not that I was a boy going out with another boy but that I secretly wanted to date! I never told anyone but I wanted to experience as much of life as a girl as I possibly could and that included dating as a girl. I enjoyed checking out the cute guys at the pool and wondered what it would be like to be their date! The girls I hung out with were really cute and sought after by many a boy but I couldn't seem to think of them as anything but friends. At first I tried to sort this out in my mind but as time passed it seemed less and less important to me. My girlfriend and I primped and fussed over each other until moments before our dates arrived to pick us up. When the door opened we could tell our work had not been in vain!

My date was very sweet to me and I had a great time dancing with him and later at a movie he took my hand in his during the scary parts. It seemed kind of dumb at first, after all I'd seen plenty of horror shows before but after a couple of minutes I found it comforting to have him holding my hand! It seemed natural in a way, he was doing what men had done for centuries; protecting a woman from danger! Even though I didn't need the protection it still felt nice to know that he was there for me!

On the way home I found that Angie, my girlfriend had left one small matter out when telling me about this date. Angie's date was driving and I was in the back with Mike, my date when we turned off the main road towards a park overlooking the city. Even though I had never dated as a boy I knew enough from listening to other guys to know what was happening. We were headed for a secluded "make out" spot and there wasn't a thing I could do about it!

We found an out of the way spot to park and as my date began to point out the landmarks below I noticed Angie snuggling up to her date. Like I said I knew what was expected of me and thanks to Shelley and mom I felt pretty sure I could handle this guy so I followed Angie's lead and moved closer. Mike put his arm around me and whispered that he thought I was very pretty and a lot of fun to be with. What more could a girl ask for in a guy, he was cute, protective, and thought I was pretty and a fun date. Before I could respond I felt him pulling me close for a kiss. I giggled and closed my eyes waiting for his kiss. We stayed there necking for over an hour before we drove back home. We spent a couple of extra minutes kissing in the car before Mike walked me to my door where I gave him a last goodnight kiss. He asked if we could go out together alone some time so I took a pen and paper from my purse and jotted down my phone number.

"Call me and we'll talk!" I said in as encouraging tone a possible. Mike grinned and carefully placed my phone number in his shirt pocket promising to "keep it close to his heart"!

" What a doll!" I thought as I closed the door behind me . "What a doll!"

My date with Mike seemed to have an effect on me that I wasn't even aware of until Shelley brought it up to me. It seems that she noticed a change in me during modelling sessions; my walk had gotten just a little sexier and I seemed to relate differently to the guys who often worked with me as well as to male clients.

Suddenly I was smiling and laughing more than ever before. Shelley was also smiling more since I was now in demand by stores and designers who never gave her the time of day in the past! Shelley's agency was making money faster than ever and she said it was all because of my acting abilities!

One thing that Shelley thought was a bit strange was something she couldn't chalk up to acting; I was beginning to shop money for myself and I was buying some of the prettiest lingerie I could find! When this all started I wore plain nylon panties and she practically had to force me to wear a low cut top the first time. Now my drawers were filled with lace and satin, my panties were high cut , trimmed in lace and often as not were part of a matched set with a slip and bra!

Shelley joked that I had some lingerie that would make a hooker blush but that was just an exaggeration, my clothes were no sexier than the average sixteen year old girls! I had some really lacy low cut bras that I wore them beneath tops and dresses that showed cleavage any girl would be proud of! I suppose what Shelley found odd was that I had bought all of these things for myself!

I realized that Shelley was right, over the last month or so I had been spending a great deal of time shopping for clothes. It seemed like every other day I was coming home with a new outfit or jewelry. Since I had gotten my ears pierced I had accumulated over three dozen pairs of earrings and an even two dozen necklaces!

Shelley asked what I was going to do with all of this stuff when I went back to being Jim and I couldn't answer her. I hadn't even given it a thought that someday I would have to give up all of my pretty clothes, jewelry and worst of all - money! Sometime in the coming weeks I was going to have to go from being a pretty model with gorgeous clothes and money to burn to being a nerdy looking boy who might work flipping burgers for minimum wage!

I don't really know what bothered me more, giving up the clothes and the popularity or giving up the money! Not that it made a difference, without the clothes I'd have no more money - how very depressing! I wasn't sure how I'd work this out but I hated to give up all that I had.

Before I had a chance to approach Shelley about my problem she told me that she had made an appointment with a local doctor she knew to get me a checkup. I told her that I felt fine and since a full checkup would reveal that I was a boy and that would certainly end my career. Shelley assured me that this doctor would be very discreet and that she felt it was necessary. It turns out that her and mom had a long talk about how I'd been acting and were concerned. I really didn't know what she was talking about; I was dating more and felt so much better about myself that my job performance improved. I was happier than ever but Shelley insisted so a few days later mom and I went to the doctors office for my checkup.

The doctor was really nice and put me at ease telling me how nice looked and asking me questions about my job and friends. She had a nurse take a few blood samples before giving me a complete examination. I felt bad enough having to take off my jeans and top and wearing a paper gown but then she insisted I remove my bra so she could examine my breasts. After a few more minutes of poking and prodding me she let me get dressed and said she'd call when all the test results were ready.

Several days later I finally got up the nerve to ask Shelley about my future. She was a little surprised when I asked if I could continue modeling but said that she'd see want could be done. I was so happy that she understood that I gave her a big hug!

"Calm down Jan," She laughed, "I can't promise you anything!"

Mom looked at me and asked if I was sure I wanted to continue.

"Are you kidding? Have you seen all the great outfits I've got and how much money I have in the bank? Why wouldn't I want to continue?"

Mom and Shelley were giving each other that funny look again, I hated when they did that, I could never figure out what was going through their minds!

The next week mom, Shelly, and I went back to the doctors to see what the test results had come up with. The doctor seemed a bit more serious than the last time I had seen her and I began to worry that something was very wrong. She asked me if I was sure I wanted Shelley there to hear the results and I told her that since Shelley had been a second mother to me these last few months I'd prefer to have her stay.

Mom asked the doctor if it was anything serious and the doctor said that it all depended on me. Talk about confusing, how could a problem's seriousness depend on the person with the problem?

The doctor started out by reviewing things we had talked about on my last visit. Yes of course I was really a boy but I sort of got roped into this because of my acting and the money. Yes I did feel different about myself than when I started, I now enjoyed my job so much more! No, I haven't worn any boy's clothing since I started but that wasn't really my idea. Yes I did enjoy wearing pretty clothes, makeup, and jewelry but that was probably because I had gotten used to them and wasn't able to wear any boy's clothes. Yes I do date other boys but that was just to keep up my image and no I don't know why I have so much fun on dates. When she asked me if I had any idea why it looks as though I have breasts I told her all about the too small bras that Shelley had made me wear.

Fianlly the questions were over and the doctor quit scribbling things in my file. She turned to another page in my file and said simply; "I think I can explain things for you. You're a girl!"

"Excuse me?"

"Well after doing an exam on you last week I could see that your breasts were real, not just loose flesh. I could also see that you have slowly been developing all the secondary sex characteristics of a female. The tests that I ran confirmed it, your glands are secreting far more female hormones than male ones. Therefore instead of having the normal thought pattern and body for a boy your age your glands are giving you the physical characteristics of a young woman and the hormones are constantly telling your brain that you are a female."

I almost fell off my chair when I hear this and I could see the look of astonishment on mom and Shelley's faces!

"Are you absolutely certain?" Asked mom.

"Positively," Replied the doctor. "This would have happened to you regardless but your job and manner of dress made it more obvious. Your clothes were obviously meant to fit a girl's figure which accounts for how well they fit you and your ease at acting like a girl comes not so much from talent but the fact that for all intents and purposes you are chemically a girl!"

"But that's not true!" I exclaimed glancing down towards my lap.

"I mean you saw me!"

"Remember Janice, I said Chemically. You were born with the physical body of a boy but you're chromosomes don't agree with your body. I did see you but what I saw was rather underdeveloped for your age. Haven't you ever wondered why other boys were shaving and had deep voices but not you?"

"I figured I was a late bloomer that's all and besides my voice is changing even now!"

"You we're a little late for a girl but you appear to be developing quite well now. As for your voice changing I've talked with both your mom and Shelley and it appears that you're right and wrong. You're voice has changed, but it's moved into the range of an adult female, if someone heard you without seeing you they'd still assume they were listening to a girl!"

I was too stunned to say anything more I just put my head down and began to cry.

"What happens now?" Asked mom. "Is there anything that could be done?"

I heard the doctor explain that if I began taking large doses of male hormones I could halt some of the effects of the female hormones and possibly reverse others. I would never be able to grow much of a beard, my breasts would be slight larger than most guys, I'd never father a child, and I wouldn't grow more than another inch or two.

If I did nothing, I'd never have children since I was still a male internally but I'd have the same monthly mood swings as any other female, I'd continue to develop much like any other girl with normal sized breasts, hips, and buttocks. Surgery, the doctor explained would never make me look any more masculine but could help me better adjust to being a female. I would have my penis and testicles removed and a working vagina constructed which when I was ready would even permit me to have intercourse as a woman.

The doctor said that she understood that it was quite a shock for me and that she isn't expect me to decide immediately. She advised me to go home and consider what I was told for a few days before deciding on what I wanted to do. We thanked her and left the office in a state of shock and disbelief.

I took a few days off work to think things over and talk to mom. After a few days though I still wasn't sure of what to do. Talking to mom and Shelley though helped me to decide.

I asked them both to sit down one day and asked if we could talk. I asked Shelley if she had found a way for me to continue to work for her and she said that she had. If I wanted to she would arrange for me to attend a local private school that all my girlfriends went to. The owner of the school owed her a rather large favor and agreed to accept me as a student

There was just one catch - I would have to stay as a girl at least until I graduated in two years. A lawyer she knew would have all of my old school records changed to show my name as Janice Lynn and my sex as female. As far as anyone would ever know I was a sixteen year old girl named Janice. Then I could continue to work as a model and finish school.After that it would be up to be as to what I did with my life.

Turning to mom I asked if it was okay with her for me to stay as a girl for a little while longer. Mom grinned and said that she thought that would work out just fine especially since Shelley had offered her a job as office manager in her agency! It turned out that with the increase in business Shelley had to hire more office help and never had the time to keep up with things in the office. She had offered mom the job at a salary much higher than her old job so mom accepted. Mom had found a really nice looking house just a few blocks away and was ready to sell our old house.

It's been years now since we moved, I had two wonderful years in high school as Janice and went on to get a degree in Marketing. I still work for Shelley but not so much as a model. It turns out that not only was I the best model Shelley had but I was a whiz at sales! Shelley now has more clients than ever before and mom has become a branch manager!

As for me the doctor was right, I did nothing and continued to develop into a beautiful young woman who was as much sought after as a model as I was for dates! As it turns out mom and Shelley were right about Mike , we continued to date and plan to announce our engagement soon. He knows all about my past but what can I say - he loves me! I plan on having the surgery the doctor talked about and then Mike and I will get married. Who would ever have thought that eight years ago a skinny, lonely boy would become a beautiful woman, a successful model and a bride to be!