Drew just wanted to take a short ride on his friends dirt bike. Just up the 
street and back again.

He knew that his mom would never let him buy the bike, she thought they 
were too dangerous and worried that he'd get hurt.

"When she ever going to lighten up and let me do what the other guys are 
doing?"  Drew thought to himself as he straddled the bike. "She's been 
treating me like a girl ever since dad died. I'm fourteen and I can handle 
myself!"  He thought gunning the motor.

Drew released the brake and felt the bike begin to accelerate. The wind 
against his face felt wonderful, the roar of the unmuffled engine was 
music to his ears.

Turning to look at his friend he mouthed "This is great" just seconds 
before he crashed headlong into the parked truck.

Drew's mother heard the sirens then minutes later a knock on the door. 
"Mrs. Townland,"  The officer said.  "I'm afraid your son's been hurt, 
would you please come with me?"

The local police were no stranger to Drew's mother. Ever since his dad 
died he'd become more and more rebellious and troublesome with each 
passing year. This however was the first time they'd ever been so calm, 
so seemingly upset when they spoke with her. She followed the officer a 
few houses up the street to where an ambulance stood with it's light 
flashing, the medics hunched over a figure in the street.

"No!!!"  She screamed as she began to run. "Not Drew, please God, not 
Drew!"

Hours later she sat sobbing in the waiting room of a nearby hospital where 
Drew had been taken. She lifted her head at the sound of a door opening 
to see a figure approaching. A figure was all she could make out through 
her tears until finally it placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke. 

"He's pretty badly banged up Mrs. Townland,"  The figure who had 
turned out to be an Emergency  Room doctor explained. "Head injuries are 
tricky to handle but the x-rays show nothing life threatening. We'll just 
have to keep an eye on him for some time to make sure nothing 
unexpected occurs."

"Will he be okay later?"  Drew's sister Barb asked. "I mean mentally, you 
know?"

The doctor shook his head. "That's the really tough part I'm afraid. 
Injuries like this one have been known to change people."

"Change, how?"  Barb asked holding her mother tightly.

"Your brother may not be the same person he was before. Sometimes 
patients become withdrawn, other times they seem to become 
argumentative, even violent in some rare cases. It's just too early to tell 
yet."

Drew's mother stared blankly at a wall ahead. "Argumentative, violent? 
He wasn't far from that now" were the thought that she tried desperately 
to shut out of her mind. 

Drew's mother and sister took turns staying by his bedside for the two 
months after he was released to the rehabilitation hospital until he could 
finally go home. Their worst fears seem confirmed when some days he 
was happy, while other times he cursed and screamed at them and the 
nurses who took care of him. There was no rhyme nor reason to his mood 
swings, no way to know what any day might bring.

Two weeks after his homecoming nothing had changed for Drew or his 
mom and sister. He had occasional headaches and had problems sleeping 
because of nightmares brought about by the accident. His mother was 
nearly at her breaking point, his sister ready to kill the brother she once 
loved. Some days Drew would curse and scream yet on others he was the 
perfect child. His mother and sister desperately sought relief from the 
mood swings.

"I can't take much more of this mom,"  Barb told her mother after a 
particularly grueling day.  "I don't know how you put up with that 
ungrateful little SOB."

"That little SOB is still my son and I still love him,"  Her mother sighed. 
"This accident only makes his hell worse."

"His hell?"  Barb asked in shock. "What hell does he have to worry 
about? I think he's got life pretty good!"

"At his age all boys begin to rebel,"  Her mother explained. "It's part of 
becoming a man, they want to be independent, especially of their mothers. 
His accident seems to be intensifying this and causing him a lot of 
suffering."

"Why are boys so complicated mom?"  Barb asked. "Why couldn't they 
grow up as smoothly and as quickly as girls do?"

Her mother smiled. "It would make for a more peaceful world wouldn't 
it?"

Barb thought about what her mother had said. If only Drew had been a 
girl the accident would never have happened, the agony for all would 
never be occurring. There had to be a way to settle her brother down 
before both she and her mother lost their minds.

One morning Barb was watching a TV Talk show when the idea hit her. 
Although the people being interviewed appeared to be six women they 
were in reality three men and their wives. The wives had gotten tired of 
their domineering, tyrannical husbands and had without their husband's 
knowledge changed them into women. The wives still lived with their 
husbands but as sisters and both wives and husbands swore that they 
were never happier.

Barb suddenly realized that her prayers were being answered! Her mom 
had said that Drew's being rebellious and hard to get along with stemmed 
from his entering puberty and the onslaught of his male hormones kicking 
in. The head injury only made it worse. There wasn't anything to do about 
the head injury but wait, if she and her mom could last. The hormones 
were another matter altogether. Without all those pesky male hormones 
Drew would go through puberty the way she had, calmly and quietly. Of 
course he'd end up as a girl but there wouldn't be such tension in their 
home, they could live peacefully as a mother and her daughters. 

Barbara quickly jotted down the name of the company the wives had used 
then hurried off to do a little web surfing on her PC. Minutes later she had 
what she was looking for on the screen in front of her, the home page for 
a company called Under Control Inc..

The company sold a wide range of products but they were all designed to 
do one thing,  to turn men into women. They guaranteed results and that 
all products were totally safe when used as directed. They had everything 
from powder that would allow a person to be hypnotized, hormone tablets 
that would cause a normal man's body to think it was a girl going through 
puberty, and what really interested Barb - tapes with subliminal hypnotic 
suggestions! These tapes,  depending on the level used the advertisement 
read, could be used to trick a normal male into wanting to wear women's 
clothing all the way to making him want to be a woman!

Barb quickly bookmarked the site. This was something her mother had to 
see!

When her mother got home that afternoon Drew was in his usual nasty 
mood screaming for something to eat. When his mother finally brought 
him his dinner he complained that it didn't taste good, it was cold, and 
wanted something else instead. She went back to the kitchen looking 
wearier than Barb could ever remember seeing her. 

"I can't take it much more,"  She muttered as she sank into a chair and 
began to cry. "Something's got to give, him or me!"

"I think I found something that could help,"  Barb offered. "Care to see?"

"Anything, I'll try anything right now."  Her mother murmured as she 
followed Barb to the PC. 

Barb called up the site then gave the chair to her mom. "Didn't the doctor 
say that they didn't know what might happen to him because of the head 
injury?"  She asked coyly. "What a shame if he were to find himself 
wanting to be a sweet, well behaved, well mannered, girl."

"I don't think it's tight Barb,"  Her mother shook her head. "You just 
can't change a normal boy into a girl like that . It just can't be done."

Barb shook her head in dismay.  "I think it's our only chance mom."

"Let me think about it,"  Was all her mother could say before Drew started 
screaming for her.

The next day she was eating lunch at work with a coworker she had 
become friends when the woman mentioned how run down she looked.

"It's my son Drew, he's driving me and Barb nutty with his nasty temper 
and demands."

"This is from his head injury right?"  Her friend asked. "What have the 
doctors said?"

"He may never improve,"  She sighed heavily.  "They say sometimes 
people are that way for the rest of their lives. I don't know if I can take it 
though."

Her friend put her hand on her arm. "There must be some hope for you 
Joan,"  She said soothingly.

Drew's mother looked at her friend then scanned the room to make sure 
that they were alone. "Barb thinks that she found a way but it's too weird, 
it would never work."  Drew's mother then went on to explain about the 
Under Control program.

When she was done her friend smiled. "What if I told you that Barb is 
right?"

Drew's mother shook her head. "I appreciate your trying to help but it 
would never work. That sort of thing just can't be done Carrie."

"It can and it was,"  Her friend replied with a smile 

Carrie then went on to tell Drew's mother a story of a very aggressive, 
hard driving man named Richie who had tried to change his nephew into a 
girl with the same products. The plot had unintended consequences 
though, the nephew became a sweet little girl who blossomed into a very 
attractive young woman but the uncle also ended up in dresses.

"That's ridiculous,"  Drew's mother laughed. "It could never happen."

"It can, it did, and I'm living proof of it,"  Her friend told her as she 
fished around in her purse. She handed Drew's mother a picture of a man 
standing next to a little boy. The man looked vaguely familiar but the little 
boy was what really caught Drew's mother's attention. Although he was 
clearly a boy he was dressed in a frilly party dress with anklets and girl's 
shoes.

"Now compare that to this,"  Her friend handed her another picture of a 
woman and a little girl. If the girl wasn't the boy in the first picture she 
was his twin sister but the woman was definitely her friend Carrie who 
looked very much like the sister of the man in the first picture.

"Oh my God!"  Drew's mother gasped when her mind made the 
connection. "But how? Why?"

"How was Under Control,"  Her friend said proudly.  "As for why, my 
sister retaliated when she found out what was going on. It was too late for 
her son though as it was for me once I heard that first tape. It all worked 
out for the best though,  my sister and her daughter are happy, I'm happy 
and so is my husband."

Drew's mother's eyes grew wide in shock. "Husband?"

"Proof of how thorough the Under Control program is, "  Carrie laughed. 
"I fell in love just like any other woman and after a few changes I became 
a happily married lady." 

Drew's mother stared at the pictures for several long minutes then handed 
them back. She knew what had to be done.

Later that evening Drew's mother asked Barb to show her the 
advertisement again. Her mother stared at the page in silence for several 
minutes. Finally she turned to Barb. "Could you get my credit card out of 
my wallet Barb?"  Was all she said. 

Several evenings later the women were busy opening a package from UCI 
containing numerous tapes and CD's. They all had very innocuous titles 
such as nature sounds or even song listings that Drew enjoyed. All they 
had to do was to get him to listen to one tape and he'd never stop until he 
was finished with the entire set. Once finished his thought pattern would 
be indelibly overwritten with a desire to be a girl. It would start out subtly 
at first but there would be no stopping the progression even if Barb and 
her mom wanted to. 

Barb insisted on giving the first tape to Drew. "He's been more trouble to 
me and I want to start my new sister off on the right track!"  She 
proclaimed as she walked to his room with a little more spring to her step 
than usual.

"Got ya something to listen to Drew,"  She smiled broadly and handed 
him the first tape. "It's supposed to help ya relax and sleep better."

Drew pulled the tape from her hand and scowled. "I could use some sleep 
but I don't know about goofy nature sounds."

"Hey, give it a try,"  Barb urged. Not wanting to risk his not using the 
tape she quickly grabbed it and placed it into his tape deck. "Now just 
relax and listen, you'll be surprised how much help this will be!"  She 
turned the tape on and left the room. "Help to mom and me!"  She said 
under her breath. "Sleep tight little sister!"

As the tape started to play Drew felt annoyed. He thought about reaching 
over and turning off the tape so he could watch TV but the thought just 
seem to melt from his mind. He relaxed , closed his eyes and fell fast 
asleep. Barb and his mother checked in on him an hour later and found 
him fast asleep, an angelic smile on his face.

The change in personality wasn't overnight although Drew was in a little 
better mood than he been in the day before. One morning, a few weeks 
later Barb checked in before she left for class.

"How are you feeling today?"  She asked feigning concern. She was at the 
point where she no longer cared how he felt.

"I slept like a baby when I listen to this Barb,"  He exclaimed cheerfully, 
holding up the tape he'd been listening to for weeks. "Thanks for that 
tape!" 

Barb's heart jumped into her throat. "Anytime, I've got a couple more if 
you're interested."  She offered. 

"I'll take whatever you have!"  Drew replied with a smile. "Nice outfit by 
the way. That color really looks good on you."

"They're in on my dresser, help yourself."  Barb managed to hold her 
excitement in check. "Thanks for the compliment!"  She smiled then set 
off for school giddy with excitement. "Nice outfit?"  She thought to 
herself. "Drew never noticed anything about me before, but now he not 
only notices what I'm wearing but how I look. I can't wait to see how this 
works out!"

That evening she pulled her mother into her bedroom and gave her the 
news. 

"Check this out," She whispered as they went through the catalog which 
came with the tapes. "He's listening to a tape right now that will increase 
his current slight interest in girl's clothes by another one hundred percent! 
I've got all of my drawers arranged so that I can immediately tell if 
something is missing. How about you mom?"   

"Same here,"  Her mother chuckled when she thought about what she had 
done. "And I've moved my prettiest lingerie to the front of my drawers. 
By the way, do you still have that dress you wore to your freshman 
orientation?"

"The peach colored one with the princess waist?"  Barb asked. "It's in the 
back of my closet somewhere, why?"

"Because I want you to move it out to the front,"  Her mother said with a 
sly laugh. "We want to make this as easy as we can for your sister don't 
we?"

"Mom, you are a crafty little devil!"  Barb laughed as she dug through her 
closet. "I can't wait to see him in this!" She pulled the dress out from the 
back of her closet where she had sent it to exile and placed in very close to 
the front. "I still can't believe that my nasty little brother is really going to 
become a sweet little sister, it's a dream come true!

The women watched and waited as changes began to pop out on an almost 
daily basis. Drew was no where near as nasty as he had been but he still 
had a long way to go before his behavior could be considered decent. 
Almost a month after his coming home he was no longer confined to bed 
but was still not able to concentrate well enough to return to classes. He 
was able to care for himself and had progressed to making his own lunch 
when his mother and Barb weren't home. To the delight of his mother and 
sister he was also spending a great deal more time listening to the CD's 
and tapes they had bought for him.

Barb came home from class one afternoon to find Drew engrossed in a 
soap opera. Knowing that he'd never watched them or had any interest in 
them before she was overcome with curiosity.

"What're you watching?"  She asked as he quickly changed the channel. 

"Nothing,"  Drew quickly replied as he kept changing the channels. 
"Nothing good on. Just some silly soap opera."

"Yeah they are a little silly aren't they,"  Barb commented as she sat down 
to watch. "But the women have some really pretty outfits and they look so 
good in them."

"Yeah, that black dress that Tina's wearing in the show is so pretty!"  
Drew was horrified to realize what he had just said but he couldn't seem to 
stop. "That hairstyle looks terrible though."  

"The funny thing is that they pay someone a lot of money to come up with 
goofy hairstyles like that!"  Barb had a tough time trying not to laugh at 
the thought of her tough little brother commenting on an actresses outfit 
and hairstyle was unimaginable yet she knew what she had heard. Not 
wanting to risk tipping Drew off Barb didn't press any further but instead 
went to her room to see if Drew had been using any of her things. 

Drew was frantic with worry once Barb left. Had he really been talking to 
his sister about women's outfits and hairstyles? What was she thinking of 
him? He felt very lucky that she didn't seem to find it odd for him to 
notice such things.

Meanwhile in her room Barb was dismayed to find that everything had 
been exactly as she'd left it. 

"At least he's been watching the soaps and really noticing things other 
boys would never care about."  She thought to herself. "Something's 
starting to give."

As the days went passed Barb and her mother began to see more signs that 
the tapes were taking their toll on Drew. His hair which hadn't been cut in 
some time was covering his ears but yet it wasn't in the least bit straggly. 
Instead it appeared to be well kept and had the shine that came from 
frequent, prolonged brushing.

Drew was becoming more and more confused as the days wore on. He 
felt as though he was being pulled into something unknown yet very 
pleasant. When he complimented Barb on her outfit that day he nearly bit 
his tongue trying not to say anything but he couldn't seem to stop himself 
and once they were out he felt very happy and calm. It was a good thing 
too he felt since he just couldn't seem to control his mouth. Whenever he 
noticed something that struck him as being in the least bit pretty it seemed 
like he just had to say something about it. Neither his mom nor his sister 
seemed to find anything unusual in his more frequent outbursts and had 
even asked his opinion on an outfit once or twice. 

He hadn't shown a great deal of concern for his looks before but recently 
he felt compelled to spend time every morning after his shower brushing 
his hair. The first time he ran his sister's borrowed brush through his hair 
he felt the strange calm and peacefulness that had overcome him when 
he'd given barb the compliment. He continued brushing and brushing 
counting as he went until finally he'd done it fifty times on each side and 
his hair shined in the light. He tried several times to simply run a comb 
through his hair or even to leave it untouched but one glance in a mirror 
and he found that he just had to brush it until it looked perfect. 

One morning after his mother and sister had left for the day Drew was 
laying in bed listening to one of his new CD's when the memory of his 
complimenting Barb popped into his mind. What was it about her that 
caught his attention? She wasn't wearing anything special, just her usual 
school uniform of a dark blue,  pleated skirt, white blouse, and a pink 
sweater but for some reason Drew thought she looked very pretty in a 
simple sort of way.

 The image of the sweater lingered in Drew's mind and nothing he did 
would get rid of it. He tried reading a comic book but whenever he came 
to a page with a girl on it the image of the sweater would come into his 
head. He tried watching TV but felt drawn to the soap operas but that 
seemed to make things even worse. As he watched he couldn't help but 
noticing how the actresses were dressed, how their hair was done, and 
even their makeup. Finally, unable to take any more he turned off the TV 
and went to his room to take a nap. Passing Barb's room Drew felt an 
overwhelming urge to go in and look around. 

"What am I doing here?"  He asked himself as he stood in the middle of 
his sister's bedroom.  "I already have all of the CD's and tapes and Barb 
doesn't have a single book that I'd ever want to read." 

Drew was about to leave the room when he saw it. There on a chair in the 
corner was the pink sweater! He walked over to the chair and stared at the 
sweater trying to understand it's attraction. He picked the sweater up from 
the chair and looked at it very carefully then suddenly he pulled it over his 
head.

Staring at his reflection in the mirror Drew started to laugh then stopped 
suddenly and turned sideways. "Too bad I don't have boobs"  He found 
himself thinking. "I'd look so hot in this if I just had some nice boobs to 
fill it out." Drew stopped pulling and relaxed, enjoying the smoothness of 
the sweater as he held it tight. Inexplicably all desire to remove it seemed 
to vanish and he pulled it back down and smoothed it out. A glance in the 
mirror sealed his fate, all misgivings vanished and he was immediately 
overcome with a sense of well being and happiness. He smiled at the 
image in the mirror thinking of how nice he looked in pink. 

Drew found Barb's bras in the second drawer he opened. Pulling out the 
first one he found he quickly stuffed others that had been tangled with it 
back into the drawer again. The bra wasn't very fancy, just plain white 
cotton with lace trim on the front but it was a treasure to Drew who 
stripped off the sweater and his shirt in preparation for wearing his first 
bra. 

Putting his arms through the straps Drew quickly pulled the bra close to 
his chest but after several minutes of trying still could not get the hooks 
closed in the back. Drew removed the bra, examined it closely then did the 
hooks before pulling it over his head and down to his chest. 

"There's got to be an easier way of doing this, Barb puts these things on 
all the time and if she can do it so can I." He though as he straightened the 
straps. He  couldn't help but notice the pounding of his heart as he looked 
at himself. It was exciting and thrilling and he felt great!

Once he had the bra fixed to his liking Drew pulled the pink sweater back 
on and went back to admiring himself in the mirror. "Not bad,"  He said 
to himself as he noted the two small bumps created by the bra. "But not 
big enough,  I wonder what it would be like to be built like some of the 
girls at school?" Once again Drew searched through Barb's things until he 
came up with several pairs of socks which he stuffed into the bra. "Much 
better, He thought. "It feels kind of goofy but I like it!"  It was thrilling 
for Drew to realize that the girl in the mirror was him, it was thrilling and 
it seemed so right.    

Drew spent the next several hours in Barb's sweater and bra only 
changing minutes before he knew she'd be home. He placed the sweater 
back on the chair but as he went to put the bra back in the drawer he had 
second thoughts.

"She'll never miss this one bra,"  He told himself as he put the bra in his 
pocket. "She's got plenty of them and this will let me wear it whenever I 
want.."  He returned to his room and quickly hid the bra in the back of 
one of his drawers. 

Later that day Barb immediately noticed that the sweater had once again 
been moved but could barely keep from shouting in glee when after 
noticing her drawers had been looked through found a bra missing. 
"Those tapes are magic,"  She found herself thinking.  "He was wearing 
my sweater again today and one of my bras is missing!" Barb rearranged 
her drawers with a smile on her face then set about making dinner, 
bursting with excitement over her discovery. Her mother noticed her 
mood immediately but waited until Drew was out of earshot before asking 
about it.

"The sweater again?"  Her mother smiled. "It must really get to him."

Barb raised her eyebrows. "Especially when he wears a bra with it!"

"A bra too!"  Her mother had to force herself not to laugh or shout. "Are 
you sure?"

"Positive,"  Barb said firmly then went on to explain what she had seen in 
her room. "I know he moved my sweater and I checked everywhere but 
can't find that bra. He must have it, he's hooked."

"Hook, line, and sinker,"  I'd say. We have to be careful to avoid scaring 
him. No matter what he says or does act like it's perfectly normal."  Her 
mother urged as She and Barb compared Drew's progress against what 
the pamphlets had predicted. The women watched and waited for more 
signs of his feminization and it didn't take long for him to give them what 
they wanted.

He began wearing the bra he'd borrowed under the loose tops he wore to 
bed believing that no one would notice the small bumps where no bumps 
should have been. Once Barb and his mom left the house he'd change into 
Barb's sweater and add padding to fill out his bust then spend the rest of 
the day reading or watching the soaps, admiring the beautiful outfits of the 
actresses and wondering how he'd look in a particular dress or gown. 

 One morning bored of wearing the same old sweater, Drew decided to 
find something else he could wear

He began to open drawers in Barb's dresser and soon his gaze fell upon a 
powder blue nightgown that Barb had gotten for her last birthday. With 
it's silky feel. lace straps, and lace trim at the bodice and hem it was just 
what he needed to replace the pink sweater. He slowly removed his 
clothes to prolong the suspense then lifted the satin nightgown and slid it 
over his head shivering with delight as it touched his bare chest and legs. 
He wanted to wear his bra with the pretty nightgown but he'd seen Barb 
and his mom in nightgowns to know that a bra wouldn't be worn with 
one.  As he stared at himself in the mirror he found himself thinking that 
there was something wrong. Not in wearing a frilly nightgown, no there 
wasn't anything wrong in that. Something was missing, that's what was 
wrong! 

"What am I missing?"   Drew found himself thinking as he examined 
himself in the mirror. "What would Barb be wearing?"

He felt momentarily foolish when he realized that he needed underwear. 
Not the white cotton briefs his mom bought him but the fancy, silky, 
colored underwear he'd seen in Barb's drawers. Drew had spent so much 
time going through Barb's dresser admiring her clothes that by then he 
knew his sister's drawers almost as well as she did. He knew just which 
drawer to open and which pair of Barb's panties he wanted to wear. It just 
happened that Barb had a pair of blue panties that were nearly a perfect 
match in color to the nightgown and as a bonus they had a lace waistband 
and lace trim at the leg openings. Drew was out of his briefs and had the 
panties on in a flash!

Once he had the panties on and lowered the nightgown Drew suddenly felt 
different. As he looked in the mirror he threw back his shoulders, clasped 
his hands in front of him and adopted a stance to mimic the way he'd seen 
girls stand. He smiled, ran his fingers through his shiny hair and fluttered 
his lashes. He felt unbelievably refreshed and alert. He felt the satin 
nightgown brush against his legs then rubbed his hand over his 
nightgown to feel the slipperiness of the nightgown sliding over the 
panties. All of these feelings along with the flowery smell that something 
in Barb's drawer imparted to the nightgown rushed to his brain and 
triggering a response created by the tape that flooded his brain with a 
desire to dress as a girl.

Slipping his feet into a pair of his sister's slippers Drew then left to have 
breakfast and enjoy a day of relaxing and enjoying the wonderful new 
sensations that were created each time the nightgown brushed against his 
bare skin. Later, laying back on the couch he paid more that his usual 
careful attention to the actresses on his now favorite soap operas. He 
studied the way they were dressed, how their hair was styled, the way 
they moved, talked , and stood, determined to become every bit as 
beautiful and graceful as they were.

Hours later his favorite shows having ended Drew wondered what he 
could do for the rest of the afternoon. It would be several hours before 
Barb would be home and there was nothing interesting on television in 
that time. He picked up one of Barb's favorite magazine which he found 
on the table in from of him and began to look through it.

The instant he began to read Drew was overcome with the oddest  feeling.  
He couldn't believe his luck at having found the magazine, it felt as 
though he'd been starving and had just come across a feast and could not 
tear himself away from the table. The magazine was filled with the most 
fascinating articles on fashion for teen age girls. There were so many 
pretty outfits and great ways to mix and match them, the articles 
proclaimed, it was a wonderful time to be a girl!

Drew carefully read each article and studied every photo with an intensity 
he never felt in school. The combination of the magazine and tapes he'd 
listened to had the desired effect. Drew set the magazine down on the table 
and walked towards his sister's bedroom where her clothes seemed to be 
calling to him. He wasn't at all sure what was driving him on but he just 
had to check out his sister's stuff.

For several weeks after that Drew painstakingly went through his sister's 
and then his mother's lingerie trying on many different styles and colors 
of slips, bras, and panties. He couldn't believe the excitement he felt as he 
modeled each item in front of a mirror and never realized how his actions 
were reinforcing the programming his mother and sister had set in place.  
He was thrilled with Barb's pretty underwear and loved wearing his 
mother's lace trimmed full slips over Barb's bra's and panties. One day he 
found a garter belt and nylons in his mother's drawer. Taking his time he 
worked first one than the other stocking over his feet and up his legs 
before attaching them to the tabs at the end of the elastic lace garters. As he 
looked in the mirror he was overcome with an excitement that he had 
never experienced before and began to feel a desire to look more and more 
like his sister. Slipping on a pair of his mom's heels he did his best to 
walk without breaking an ankle all the while admiring how sexy his legs 
looked in heels.  His excitement quickly turned to panic as he heard the 
front door open and Barb calling out to him.

"I'll be down in a minute Barb,"  He called back trying to control the panic 
in his voice. He pulled off the heels and ran up the steps just in time to 
avoid discovery.  There was no time to change and replace the items he'd 
borrowed, he rushed to pull on his jeans and a shirt taking a chance that 
Barb wouldn't notice his nylon clad feet sticking out from the bottom of 
his jeans or the pink lace trim on the waistband of the panties he wore. 

Barb noticed but said nothing, preferring instead to do all she could to 
keep him from getting a chance to change. 

When their mother came home Drew once again attempted to return to his 
room and change but Barb would have none of it. "Come on Drew," Barb 
chided as he tried to slip away.  "Help out a little, just cause you're a boy 
doesn't mean you can't set a table. I'm not going to do everything around 
here while you sit back and watch."  Trapped, Drew helped set the table 
being careful not to get too close to his mother and sister worried that they 
would somehow be able to tell what he wore. 

Throughout dinner Barb enjoyed causing Drew to squirm uncomfortably. 
"I was thinking about going to the Halloween dance as a hooker this year, 
what do you think mom?"  She asked with a smile. "You know, a really 
short skirt, some sexy looking nylons with a garter belt, spike heels."

"I don't think so,"  Her mom  replied. "That's a little too sexy. Why not 
something sweet like a Barbie doll for example. Your hair's nice and long 
and we could get you a temporary hair color to make it blond?"

"No, that's too grade school,"  Barb shook her head. "My friends would 
never let me live it down. Barbie's for little girls. I need something 
original, something that none of the other girls would even think about."

"Why not go as a little girl?"  The words were out of Drew's mouth so 
quickly he had no chance to stop them. "You know a frilly little girl style 
dress, petticoats, patent leather shoes, and hair ribbons? I'll bet you'd be 
the only girl with that kind of costume." 

Drew wanted to reach out to the clock on the wall and turn time back. 
Why had he said such a thing?

His mother smiled. "That's a great idea Barb!"  His mother gushed. "I'll 
bet the boys would go nuts. There's something about a sexy little girl look 
that drives men insane, right Drew?"

"Uh, sure mom, I guess so."  Drew shrugged, unsure of how he'd 
escaped certain ridicule for his suggestion but not willing to push his luck.

After a moment's thought Barb agreed. "Thanks Drew, I can't wait to see 
how the guys at the dance react when they see me. Maybe I'll carry a big 
sucker with me to complete the look."

"Mind if I go to my room mom,"  Drew asked as he moved away from the 
table. "I've got a headache and I'd just lie to relax for a little bit?"

"Why not just take an aspirin and spend a little time with us Drew?"  Barb 
asked sweetly. "You never seem to want to be around mom and me." 

"Come on Drew, stick around and help us out on this."  His mother 
begged. "After all the costume was your idea. What color do you think 
would be best, should she be a particular character like Dorothy in the 
Wizard of Oz?"  His mother's pressure seemed relentless and soon Drew 
was caught up in the planning of his sister's costume sharing the 
excitement and laughter. It seemed so easy to forget that he was a boy, his 
mother and sister seemed to treat him as just another girl as they talked of 
dresses, panties, and other intimate details. That night he had many happy 
dreams of dancing with a boy in his class while wearing a pretty yellow 
dress with puffy sleeves, stiff petticoats, and ruffled panties. He felt as 
though he were lighter than air as the boy guided him across the dance 
floor, his patent leather shoes barely skimming the ground. When the 
morning sun peeking through his curtains Drew felt a great sadness as he 
dreamed of having to say goodbye to his dance partner. With a final, 
lingering kiss he said goodnight and found himself alone in his bed 
wearing the nightgown and panties he'd taken from Barb..

Later that morning he was once again reading through Barb's fashion 
magazine when suddenly he had an urge to go to Barb's room. He stood 
in front of Barb's closet wondering what he was going to do. He felt just 
a tiny bit strange wearing his sister's nightgown and panties but he 
couldn't seem to work up the urge to take them off until now. Now he not 
only didn't want to take them off he couldn't seem to wait to add to them. 
Inside of the closet he caught site of the dress that Barb and his mother 
had set out to entice him. He checked the clock to make sure he wouldn't 
risk Barb's walking in on him then pulled the dress out of the closet and 
set about finding the necessary things to wear with it such as a slip and his 
bra.

"Sort of like my long underwear,"  Drew thought as he sat on his sister's 
bed a half slip pulled up to his thighs as he carefully worked on a pair of 
Barb's pantyhose. "Except they feel so much nicer and my legs look so 
pretty now!" 

Drew felt good about the way he looked, his new bra fit very well and his 
nylon clad legs looked very sexy as they protruded from the lace trim at 
the bottom of the slip he wore. He slowly removed the dress from it's 
hanger and stared at it. If his mother or sister caught him wearing a dress 
he'd never live it down, he was sure of that, but what difference would a 
dress make when he was already wearing everything a girl would wear 
under the dress? Drew held his breath and lifted the dress over his head 
then wiggled, squirmed, and tugged until it fell into place. He struggled 
and twisted for several minutes trying to reach the zipper to close the back 
of the dress but finally had to admit defeat satisfying himself that from the 
front he looked just as good as Barb did in that dress.

Drew slipped his nylon covered feet into a pair of Barb's shoes that were 
sitting near the dress in her closet. He chalked it up to sheer luck that the 
shoes were a perfect color match for the dress and the low heels were just 
right for a beginner in heels. He'd never know that his mother and sister 
had carefully planned this important step in his transition.

Drew tried on several different dresses that afternoon reluctantly stopping 
only to avoid being caught by his sister. He put everything away as 
carefully as he could but decided that not only wouldn't Barb miss a bra 
she'd never miss a nightgown she didn't wear or a single pair of panties. 

"She has more than enough nightgowns and panties,"  Drew told himself 
as he tucked his new treasures into his dresser. "It wouldn't hurt her to 
share a little bit!"

His sister made certain that their mother knew exactly what had happened 
that afternoon, another milestone had been passed on the way towards 
making Drew into a girl.  Barb thought that it was a shame that Drew 
didn't know what was happening to him or what the final results would be 
but her mother warned her not to do anything to disrupt their plans. Drew 
was just beginning to break free of his tyrannical behavior and his mother 
did not care to chance it's return. At least not before they started part two 
of the UCI program on him.

It was a few short days after Drew had dressed completely as a girl that 
part two started. One morning at breakfast Drew's mother handed him a 
pill which she said would really help control his terrible headaches. 

"But I'm tired of taking pills mom,"  He protested.  "The headaches aren't 
so bad anymore either."

"Take them please Drew,"  His mother insisted. "I'm sure you'll feel 
better once you get a few of these into you. It may take a week or two 
though, you have to build a certain level of the chemical in your system 
for them to work properly."

Drew shrugged and swallowed the pill. Lately he just didn't seem to fell 
like arguing as much as he did before.

"Was that part two?"  Barb asked as she and her mother left the house. 
She had barely been able to restrain from asking her mother inside. 

Her mother smiled and nodded her head. "That should calm him down 
nicely in a week or so."

"That's the one that stops his body from making all of those pesky male 
hormones isn't it?"  Barb asked excitedly. "Do you think he'll notice any 
difference?"

"He'll probably be thrilled with the difference. His skin will be getting 
much softer and your dresses will start to fit better!"  Her mother laughed.

"Can I give him the other tapes now?"  Barb pleaded. "I can't wait to see 
how he starts acting when his friends stop over to visit!"

Drew really enjoyed the music video's his mother bought for him and it 
didn't take much time at all for him to become addicted to them, often 
spending several hours a day watching the tapes while his dressing up 
soon shifted into high gear. Each morning after his mother and sister left 
he would rush to one of their rooms and choose an outfit to wear. 
Sometimes it was one of his mother's special evening dresses or one of 
Barb's prom gowns complete with the appropriate lingerie. Other times 
though he found himself drawn specifically to his mother's sexiest lingerie 
and would spend his day in the laciest panties, bras, and garter belts that 
he could find while practicing walking in his mother's high heels.  It just 
seemed that he wasn't satisfied unless he wore the most feminine outfits 
he could find.

One morning Drew was searching through his mom's closet when he 
came upon a sexy looking black dress his mom wore for special 
occasions. Nothing else mattered for him at that moment except getting 
into that dress.

Drew  took the dress out of the closet and layed it on his mother's bed.  
He needed some special things to wear with it and knew just where to find 
them. A quick search through his mother's dresser was all that was 
needed and in no time at all Drew had a matching panty, bra, and half slip 
in sexy black satin. 

Once he had mastered his mother's and sister's wardrobe Drew soon 
found himself drawn to their makeup. Even in the prettiest outfit he could 
find he thought there was something more he should have on but he 
couldn't seem to figure out what that something was until one day he 
looked down at his sister's vanity and spied her makeup. He picked up a 
small bottle and to his surprise began dabbing onto his fingertips and 
spreading it on his cheeks. He blended it in perfectly with a sponge then 
brushed on powder to set the liquid as if he'd done it a million times. The 
eye shadow, mascara, lipstick, and blush posed no problem at all in 
Drew's skilled hands and soon he was admiring his beautifully made up 
face while blowing on his newly polished fingernails, helping them to 
dry.

"Eat your heart out Barb!"  Drew smiled as he admired his reflection. 
"You never looked this good!"

Drew was amazed at how easily he was able to replace his normal ways of 
doing things with more feminine mannerisms while he was dressed. It 
seemed so easy and natural to tuck his skirt when he sat, to cross his legs, 
and to bend his knees to pick things up. His biggest shock though came 
while watching his favorite show. 

As usual he was admiring the outfits worn by the actresses wondering 
what it would feel like to wear such a breathtakingly gorgeous gown when 
he found himself wondering what it would be like to have a man hold him 
the way the actress was being held. Suddenly his focus shifted to the actor 
in the scene.

"What a hunk!"  Drew thought as he noted how well built and good 
looking the actor was. "I'd love to show him how a girl wants to be 
kissed!"

That seemed to trigger something deep in Drew's brain causing him to 
shake his head violently to clear that thought. He looked down at his 
padded breasts, his nylon clad legs, and painted nails. 

"What am I doing?"  He wondered, his heart pounding and his pulse 
racing. "I'm all dressed up like a chick and drooling over another guy!"  
He jumped up and without bothering to turn off the TV rushed to get 
changed. Later in his own clothes, the nail polish stripped from his 
fingertips and the makeup scrubbed from his face he returned to the TV 
opting to watch a western rather than chance the soaps again. 

It took all of his willpower to resist dressing again but Drew was too 
afraid to chance a return of the strange feelings he'd experienced. Day 
after day though he found it getting harder and harder to pass Barb's room 
without going into it but Drew would increase his pace and look the other 
way until he'd gotten safely past her room and the wonders he knew it 
contained. 

Two weeks later Drew had once again successfully resisted dressing in 
Barb's clothes and was watching one of the new music video's that his 
mother had given him when he dozed off and began to dream. In his 
dreams Drew could clearly picture the beautiful girls in the video as they 
danced in front of him. The girls were laughing and dancing in front of the 
band in miniskirts and low cut tops their long hair occasionally falling 
across their perfectly made up faces.  Little by little though he seemed to 
be drawn towards the girls until suddenly he was looking out at the rest of 
the audience as if he were one of the girls!  In his dream Drew realized that 
he was now one of the girls and could look down at his breasts peeking 
out from his low cut top and his smooth, shapely legs jutting out from the 
miniskirt he wore. He could feel the tightness of the bra he wore, the air 
swirling about his legs, and the rush of adrenaline as the audience cheered 
him on.  He was overcome with a sense of happiness and well being, 
everything was just as it should be,  all was well with the world.

As Drew relaxed his dream shifted to the street in front of his house where 
several girls were walking towards him. He recognized all but one of the 
girls as classmates but couldn't quite figure out who the last girl was. She 
was pretty, had a nice figure even in the bland looking skirt and blouse 
uniform that girls in his school had to wear, and seemed very familiar 
although he couldn't remember ever seeing her before. As the girls drew 
close Drew found his attention drawn to the still unrecognized girl who 
seemed to remind him of someone and made him feel very happy as if 
running into an old friend. As the girls passed by Drew the one turned 
towards him and flashed him a friendly smile. 

"She looks so familiar,"  Drew thought to himself.  "cute, sort of looks 
like Barb but a couple of years younger."

Returning his attention from the momentary disruption Drew noticed that 
he was no longer looking at the girl, instead he was looking at two of the 
other girls who seemed to be walking along with him just as they had with 
the unfamiliar girl. Drew turned to see if the girl had left the group he had 
appearantly joined but she was no where to be seen.  As he turned back to 
the girl next to him Drew caught a flash of white and turned his attention 
to where it had come from. 

Looking down Drew was surprised to see that the flash of white had been 
from his uniform blouse! Looking a little further he could see his legs 
sticking out from the plaid uniform skirt that he wore along with the white 
socks and saddle shoes that went with the uniform. 

Drew felt a tinge of apprehension that he'd be found out and exposed to 
everyone at school as a sissy who wore girl's clothes but as he walked it 
became very certain that nothing was wrong, he was just another girl on 
her way to school. The dream continued on with Drew walking along and 
talking to the other girls as if he'd been a girl all of his life. They  
approached the school and were soon joined by other kids that Drew had 
known as a boy who acted as if there was nothing at all wrong with him 
attending class in a skirt and blouse.

As the doors to the school opened Drew suddenly woke from his dream 
thankful to find that it had been nothing but a dream. He checked and 
double checked to make sure that he wasn't wearing a skirt and blouse or 
even the panties that he'd grown so fond of wearing recently. He  had a 
difficult time shaking the sad feeling that overcame him when he was sure 
that he was wearing nothing even remotely girlish. 

For several days after that Drew fought going to sleep at night fearful of 
what he might dream. He would lay awake watching TV or reading, 
struggling to keep his eyes open, falling asleep only when exhaustion 
overcame him. During the day he found himself unable to stay awake 
because of his avoidance of sleep the night before. Throughout it all the 
dreams he tried so hard to avoid could not be avoided, they rushed into his 
head as though someone turned on a movie which he could not help but to 
watch.

One day Drew found himself dozing off again after forcing himself to stay 
awake into the small hours of the morning. Nothing he could do would 
keep his heavy eyelids open and soon Drew was back in the familiar yet 
terrifying landscape of dreams he'd traveled so many times before.

This time Drew was walking through the mall with his mother and Barb, 
nothing special, he'd done it hundreds of times. This time however Drew 
felt something pulling on his shoulder, when he reached for the source of 
the irritation his hand gripped a thin leather strap which he followed to it's 
end - a brown purse. 

"Oh no,"  Drew muttered to himself.  "Here we go again."

With that he carefully opened the flap on the purse and found a hairbrush, 
lipstick, perfume, and a small compact. He was so engrossed in looking 
through the purse that he didn't notice where he was going and was jolted 
by the collision with another shopper.

"Hi Amy!"  A voice called out. "Shopping for your gown?"

"Oh hi Cindy!" He heard a voice or was it his voice? It was coming from 
his mouth, at least from my mouth in the dream, but it was a girl's voice, 
smooth and soft. "Sorry, I didn't see you.. Yeah,  I need something really 
hot! Mom and Barb are going to help me find something that will drive 
Brad crazy!"

Cindy was one of the prettiest girl in the school, two years older than 
Drew and had never even seemed to notice that he was alive. Now she 
seemed to know him very well but as a girl! He realized that once again he 
was a girl in his dreams out shopping with his mom and Barb for some 
sort of gown. 

As Cindy walked away his mom took his arm. "Let's go Amy, we have a 
lot of shopping to do if you're going to get the gown you want."  She 
gently led him into a nearby store where racks of gowns waited his 
approval.

As the dream went on Drew hurried over to a rack of gowns and began to 
pull out ones that caught his eye. Choosing several gowns he walked into 
a dressing room and began to remove the top and shorts he wore. Drew 
stood before the mirror in the dressing room in her white nylon panties 
and satin bra checking out her reflection.  He gently lifted his breasts then 
pushed them together creating an effect of looking a little bigger with more 
cleavage. He turned and ran his hand over his tight little butt, smiling, 
obviously pleased with his looks. As he smiled Drew noticed that his fear 
was beginning to ease,  he was becoming very comfortable with the 
thought of being a pretty girl. 

Drew gently removed a gown from it's hanger and raised it over his head. 
As the dress slid across his breasts he found himself shuddering with 
pleasure, when it settled ever so gently over his  body he couldn't help but 
feel good. He knew that he  looked pretty and the dress went a long way 
towards showing off his pert breasts and tight butt. He would make any 
red blooded teen age boy horny in this dress and he loved knowing it! 

 Drew slept peacefully for the first time in weeks waking late in the 
morning feeling rested and refreshed  Also for the first time in weeks he 
no longer felt afraid as looked at the door to Barb's room knowing in his 
heart that there was no reason to worry. He smiled, pushed open the door 
and walked straight to the dresser where he knew just which drawer to 
open. 

After several minutes of painstakingly selecting just the right underwear 
Drew was ready to choose a dress to spend his day in. Drew searched his 
sister's closet rejecting half a dozen different outfits until he found just the 
right one to wear, a silky white blouse,  a pink miniskirt, and matching 
pumps.

This time though Drew decided that he needed a little more work before he 
dressed so he quickly ran water for a bubble bath then set out to make his 
legs look their best. He covered every inch of his legs with the hair 
removal cream that he found in the shower then sat back to read a fashion 
magazine while the cream did it's work on him. Twenty minutes later 
Drew slid into the warm, scented, bath and carefully washed off the cream 
along with the small amount of hair that had been on his legs. Drew loved 
the way his skin felt soft and silky after only a few minutes in the tub and 
he always felt so much better when he finished.

After his bath Drew pulled on the pair of white lace panties he'd 
discovered in Barb's drawer then wrestled with a pretty bra that he didn't 
remember seeing before. Barb had obviously added some very pretty new 
underwear to her drawers which made Drew's heart pound as he planned 
on when he'd be able to wear the many new items. For now though he 
slowly pulled on a pair of sheer pantyhose then stepped into a lace 
trimmed half slip that felt silkier than anything he'd worn before. A few 
extra pairs of panties to fill out his bra and then came the silk blouse, the 
skirt, and pumps. Another forty five minutes of primping with his hair 
and makeup and Drew was satisfied that even his sister couldn't have 
looked any better in the outfit he wore!

The heels Drew wore were a little higher than he'd worn before so Drew 
found that he'd have to  spend a little more time practicing in them but he 
considered it a labor of love and within half an hour he could walk, turn, 
bend, and do anything he needed to do as gracefully as he did in a pair of 
flats. 

By the time Barb got home that day Drew was back in jeans and a jersey 
looking like any other boy his age.  Of course that would be if any other 
boy wore lace panties and pink polish on their toenails. 

Drew's dressing got more serious to him after that day. Every morning 
he'd dress and do his makeup, hair, and nails before he even thought 
about breakfast. Once breakfast, typically a slice of toast and a glass of 
juice, was done he'd spend the rest of the morning cleaning the house 
since he just couldn't stand to see dirty dishes or dusty furniture. Only 
when he was satisfied that the house was clean would he turn on his 
favorite soaps and relax for a few hours before starting dinner. Once 
dinner was started he'd change into his normal clothes, take off his 
makeup and nail polish, brush out his hair and it was back to being Drew 
until the next morning.

Drew's mother and sister were thrilled to have dinner and a clean house 
but were careful never to push the issue with Drew. They thanked him 
politely then quickly began to act as if there was nothing in the least 
unusual about it. They had been expecting the change in Drew's behavior 
and knew that all it would take was a little appreciation to reinforce it. A 
corner had been turned, Drew's temper tantrums and foul moods would 
now be a thing of the past. Drew was now on the way to becoming a well 
mannered young lady.

 His mother and sister worked hard to draw him into conversations about 
clothes and other feminine subjects and Drew soon began feeling 
comfortable in offering criticism on their outfits, makeup, or hair styles 
especially when they seemed to hang on his every word. A short time later 
and he was helping them with zippers or rolling the hair on the backs of 
their heads which they could no longer seem to reach. 

Drew continued his dressing during the day and even got bold enough to 
start wearing his favorite blue nightgown to bed, with his door securely 
locked of course. He was beginning to feel quite proud of himself that he 
was able to pull it all off without anyone noticing. He was positive that 
there weren't many boys who could look as pretty as he did once he was 
all dolled up!

The planned changes in Drew were going on full steam although he 
wasn't even slightly aware of the physical and mental changes. His 
friends still stopped by on weekends but that as becoming less frequent 
since they had started to notice changes in the way Drew acted. One 
Saturday afternoon he and his friends were talking about some of the 
better looking girls when Drew made the comment that one needed a better 
hair style.

"Hairstyle?"  Asked his friend in wonder.  "Who cares about her hair? 
She's got a set of hooters I'd love to bury my head in!"

"She's an airhead!"  Drew shot back. "All looks, no brains!"

"I like  'em like that!"  Laughed his friend. 

"You're such a jerk!"  Drew shouted. "There's more to a girl than her 
looks!"

Drew was in a rage, he wanted so badly to smack his friend yet something 
was holding him back. 

"You know Drew, if you had a set of knockers like hers and got yourself 
a new hairstyle you'd be a hot looking babe yourself!"  His friend said in 
mock seriousness.

"I like my hair the way it is!"  Drew huffed.  "It's nice, easy to care for 
and anyway I'd never have boobs big enough for you!"

"Chill okay? It was just something that popped into my head."  His friend 
turned and walked away.

Drew soon found that most of the guys he had been friends with were 
really total jerks. All they were interested in was a girl's body. They didn't 
appreciate all of the work that the girls in school went through to make 
themselves look nice for dances or just every day at school. If only they 
had to deal with makeup, hairstyles, and finding the perfect outfit Drew 
just knew that they'd act differently, 

Getting along with the few girls he had known was also different for 
Drew. Before the girls in his group of friends had been sort of paired off 
with the guys, Cathy had been Drew's sort of girlfriend. Too young to 
date alone they were still thought of as sort of a couple and spent a lot of 
time together. Drew didn't really know a lot about Cathy before but now 
was all ears when she talked about her personal life. 

Cathy and the other girls had also noticed a change in Drew. Before he 
never seemed to notice anything they did to make themselves look good 
and had even laughed when they would start talking about clothes. Now 
though Drew not only noticed what they wore but often mentioned how 
nice the outfit looked and even started to notice if they did anything 
different like trying a new shade of nail polish or a different hairstyle. 
Sometimes they found themselves forgetting that Drew was a boy as they 
all got caught up in discussions of the latest fashions or a movie star they 
thought was cute. Some of the guys thought he was weird but Drew 
didn't care, after all what did boys know?

One sunny morning Drew felt like he needed a little something special to 
wear. He needed  just the right outfit that would make him look and feel as 
pretty and feminine as possible.  It took a look of looking but finally at the 
back of his mother's closet he found just what he was looking for, a 
short, form fitting white dress with sheer sleeves. He knew the style was 
a little too mature for a girl his age but it was so pretty that he just had to 
wear it anyhow. He chose Barb's white lace panties, one of his mother's 
satin and lace bras, and a full slip trimmed in lace at the top and hem. 

Drew couldn't believe the excitement he felt as he dressed. The pantyhose 
slid up his smooth legs and fit snugly over his panties, the bra needed 
extra padding since his mother was a little bigger in the chest than his 
sister but it looked beautiful once he got it all adjusted and the feel of the 
silky nylon slip as it slid over him caused him to shiver in delight.  Drew 
was a tiny bit unsteady as he got used to his mother's three inch heels but 
he didn't mind,  they caused his butt to sway just like a real woman!

Drew gave twenty extra strokes to his glistening hair but it still wasn't 
enough to go with the outfit. He was feeling disappointed until he saw his 
sister's hot curlers on the shelf in her closet. Drew quickly wet down his 
hair while waiting for the curlers to warm up then carefully rolled his hair 
to give it the most body and curls.

 Finally confident in his heels, his hair and makeup perfect for the dress 
Drew started his daily routine and was so engrossed in a romantic movie 
that had brought tears to his eyes that he never heard the front door open.

"Mom?"  He felt a sudden chill as he realized Barb had somehow snuck 
up on him. "What are you all dressed up for?"  Barb was standing not ten 
feet away  no chance to escape

"I can explain Barb,"  Drew stammered as he struggled to his feet and 
subconsciously adjusted the hem of his dress while checking to see that 
his slip was not showing.

"Drew?"  Barb asked after letting a few moments pass to make certain 
Drew was embarrassed enough. "What are you doing in mom's clothes? 
My god, who did your hair and your makeup? This is really freaky!!"

"Please don't tell mom about this Barb,"  Drew begged with tears 
streaming from his eyes. "Please, I'll do anything, I promise,  just don't 
tell!"

"I've got him!"  Barb thought to herself doing her best not to smile. "God, 
he is so pretty though!"

"Calm down Drew,"  Barb said soothingly. "I'm not mad, just a little 
surprised to have my sister back!"

"You're not mad?"  Drew was thoroughly confused. He was standing in 
front of his sister wearing his mother's clothes and she didn't seem to 
care. "What sister?"

"I guess you must have forgotten all about how we used to play house and 
you wanted to be my little sister."  Barb explained. "You used to wear my 
old clothes and I called you Amy Lynn remember?"

To Drew's amazement he started to remember! A little boy and his sister 
stuck inside on a rainy day.  She suggested that they play house, he 
insisted on being the little sister, Amy Lynn. First it was a plain school 
dress over his clothes, then the clothes came of and the dress stayed on, 
then a pair of frilly socks and a pair of patent leather shoes with a strap 
and buckle. Later he wore one of Barb's fancy party dresses with a 
petticoat, panties, tights, and shoes. He remembered enjoying being able 
to wear all of those pretty clothes and how nice they had felt.

"Yeah, I sort of remember something like that."  Drew muttered as he tried 
to focus on the memories that seemed to be coming back in a flood. "How 
long did we do that?"

"I got tired of playing house when I was about ten,"  Barb smiled as if 
remembering something pleasant.  "You kept playing with my dolls and 
wearing my clothes until about two years ago. You used to tell me that 
you were going to be a girl when you grew up then all of a sudden you 
stopped."

"I dressed up like a girl and played with dolls when I was twelve?" Drew 
asked trying to bring back the memories his sister had triggered. "And I 
wanted to be a girl?"

"You were so cute in my dresses with a baby doll in your arms. You used 
to play with my makeup and mom's high heels.  I really hated losing my 
little sister when you stopped."  Barb said wistfully. "Now I have her 
back again!"

Drew's mind was filled with pictures of him in pretty dresses sitting 
quietly with his favorite baby doll pretending to be her mommy. It all 
made sense to him, he knew how to wear makeup and walk in heels 
because he had done both years before!

"Does mom know?"  Drew asked, unable to remember one way or the 
other.

"No, you made me promise never to tell her."  Barb replied with a smile. 
"You know, you're really a pretty girl. I'll bet mom could help you if you 
asked her."  She suggested.

"I don't think we should say anything to mom, at least not yet."  Drew 
was still reeling from the confusion but the thought of his mother seeing 
him as a girl just didn't seem like a good idea.

"Sure,"  Barb shrugged. "What ever you say Amy!"  Barb smiled then 
forced herself to walk away without another word. 

Drew was feeling totally confused. His sister had caught him dressed in 
their mom's clothes and instead of freaking out she told him how great it 
was to have her sister again and explained that wearing girl's clothes was 
nothing new for him. With her help he was able to dredge up all sorts of 
wonderful memories of being Amy Lynn, Barb's little sister. He had 
loved baby dolls, playing house, and pretending to be a girl! He smoothed 
out his skirt then sat down to finish watching the rest of the movie. It 
would be several more hours before his mother got home and he would 
have to go back to being Drew. Until then he was a lovely young woman 
named Amy Lynn and the male lead in the movie was such a hunk!

Drew felt better than ever after talking to Barb, she made him feel as 
though they were sisters and promised to help him in any way she could. 
Drew quickly took her up on her offer and soon she was helping him 
smooth out the tiny flaws in his looks and mannerisms so that he could 
realize a new goal - passing as a girl in public. Barb taught Drew every 
trick in the book, the book from Under Control which detailed masculine 
responses to every conceivable situation and how to change them to 
feminine responses. Barb knew that with her help and a few more tapes it 
would soon become next to impossible for Drew to respond as a boy, 
soon he'd begin to think of himself as a girl!

Drew's family was amazed and thrilled with the speed and thoroughness 
of his transformation from doing all he could to act macho to a sweet girl 
who lived for satin and lace. Drew spent hours in front of his mirror 
brushing and styling his shoulder length hair or perfecting his skills with 
makeup. Barb was utterly fascinated as her mean little brother changed 
almost before her eyes into an absolutely adorable little sister who quickly 
captured a part of her big sister's heart. Even if there was a way to stop 
Drew's headlong rush into femininity Barb knew she'd never let it 
happen, Amy was just too sweet and lovable a sister to lose!

Drew followed every suggestion Barb made and before long she was sure 
that he could pass himself off as a girl anywhere. Thanks to the hormones 
he'd been taking he now had a flawless complexion, soft, creamy skin, a 
cute butt, and even though his voice had changed he sounded no different 
than any other girl his age. Finally Barb was positive that he was ready 
and offered to take her little sister out for his debut.

They planned it for a day when Barb would not have class so they'd have 
plenty of time to shop, have lunch, and see a movie. Barb had planned 
every detail with her mother, Drew's debut as a girl was going to be an 
experience he'd never forget and beg to repeat. 

Drew spent extra time in his by now usual nightly bubble bath making 
certain that his legs were as silky smooth as he could get them. There were 
bound to be boys at the mall and Drew wanted them to see a cute girl with 
great looking legs. Drew had never thought of it before but as he dressed 
he just knew that he wanted boys to look at him the way he had looked at 
girls in the past.

After carefully patting himself dry Drew put on the satin panties that were 
part of a lavender colored bra, panty, and slip set that he had begged Barb 
to buy for him. The panties felt so deliciously cool and silky against 
Drew's bare skin and he could barely control the excitement that he felt 
building inside. Struggling to keep his emotions under control Drew 
quickly and easily fastened his bra the way Barb had shown him before 
stepping into the last remaining part of the set, a lace trimmed half slip. He 
sat on his bed and with his slip pulled up to his thighs carefully rolled on a 
pair of "Sheer and Silky"  pantyhose which promised to make his legs 
look their best. 

Drew wasn't disappointed by either promise made for the pantyhose. 
They were some of the lightest weight pantyhose he'd ever worn, his legs 
really did look great in them, and when he ran his hands up his legs to 
smooth out any wrinkles they felt as silky and sexy as his butt did in his 
new panties. His new bra was padded and seemed to fit just perfectly so 
Drew didn't bother with extra padding.  

"My butt looks just like Barb's in this skirt,"  He giggled to himself as he 
adjusted a short black skirt and tucked in a sleeveless,  pale lavender 
sweater. "I look great, I've got nice boobs, a nice butt, and fantastic legs, 
what more could a guy want in a girl? Especially when he's the girl!"  
slipping his feet into a pair of black pumps he went to Barb's room to do 
his hair and makeup.

"Don't overdo your makeup Amy,"  Barb instructed as he started doing 
his face. "You're only fourteen and we want to keep that cute look you 
have."

"Please Barb, I know what I'm doing."  Drew sighed. "It's not as if I'm 
playing with your makeup like I used to. I'm a big girl now!"  He added 
with a little laugh.

"You don't know the half of it little brother!"  Barb laughed to herself. 
"You're not a big girl yet but it won't be long now. Pretty soon you'll be 
needing a bra to hold up your boobs and this won't be a game anymore."

Drew finished doing his hair and makeup then started on his nails, 
applying a deep shade of  glossy red to show off the nails he had so 
cautiously grown and cared for in the past several months. As he sat 
admiring the pretty girl he had become Barb snuck up and sprayed 
something on him. Drew sniffed in surprise then broke into a wide grin.

"Heaven Scent, right?"  He asked.  "It's my favorite!"

"I know Amy,"  Barb smiled as she presented him with a purse sized 
bottle. "That's why I bought it for you."

"You're the sweetest sister I could ever hope for,"  Drew exclaimed as he 
threw his arms around Barb and gave her a sisterly hug.  "I just hope I can 
be a good little sister for you."  Tears began to run down his cheek.

"I'm sure you will be,"  Barb whispered as she hugged him back.  "Now 
don't cry, you'll mess up your mascara."

"Waterproof,"  Drew laughed as he dried his tears with a tissue. "Come 
on, I can't wait to let the world see the new me!"

"Are you sure this is really a good idea Drew?"  Barb asked, wondering if 
Drew would reconsider. "Maybe we could just take a drive and you 
wouldn't have to get out of the car."

"No,"  Drew replied firmly.  "It's all or nothing Barb, I have to see what 
it's like and a ride in the car just won't do it!"

"All right, I just wanted to make sure you were serious."  Barb explained. 

Drew took a small purse Barb offered him, put his perfume and some 
makeup inside then added the girls wallet he bought just for the occasion 
then it was off to see what it would be like as a girl when he couldn't run 
back to his room and change.  

They drove to a mall in the small town where Barb would be attending 
college almost an hours drive from home. Barb didn't doubt that Drew 
would pass as a girl but didn't want anyone noticing the strong 
resemblance between them. Eventually the whole town where they lived 
would know about Amy but everything had to go according to their plan. 
Once Drew was completely accustomed to being treated as a girl in public 
Barb and her mom would move on to the next step in his transformation 
but that would take just a little more time.

Barb watched in disbelief as Drew walked into the mall, showing no fear,  
his heels clicking and his little butt swinging to and fro as he walked.  He 
wasn't going to be mistaken for a fashion model,  just a young girl 
coming to grips with being female.

"Could this really be the same boy who drove mom and me crazy with his 
fighting and stupid stunts just a few months ago?"  She wondered to 
herself. "A few months of listening to and watching specially designed 
tapes and videos had changed him from all snakes and snails to complete 
sugar and spice. Could this sweet young thing in a short skirt and heels be 
the same boy who wore ragged jeans and sweatshirts?" 

Barb found herself hard pressed to keep up with Drew who was delighted 
to have a chance to look over all the pretty fashions that were being shown 
for spring. He called Barb's attention to an ad  picturing a girl about his 
age modeling a very feminine looking spring dress. In big letters the sign 
proclaimed "It's a great time to be a girl!"

"Told you so!"  He giggled.  

Before Barb could respond Drew had found the pictured dress in his size 
and was hurrying off to a dressing room to try it on. Barb was amazed 
when he returned a few minutes later looking even better than before. The 
dress was a light pink with short puffy sleeves, a full skirt, thin white 
belt, and a scooped neckline. It was the perfect spring dress for a girl his 
age and it seemed to emphasize Drew's youthful innocence making him 
look almost angelic. It was the prefect dress for him, Barb knew and it 
wouldn't be hard at all to convince him that he could really get away with 
owning a dress of his own. Once he agreed to the dress she'd guide him 
into another set of lingerie since his lavender set showed through the thin 
fabric of the dress. After the dress and lingerie he'd need shoes to match, 
then a purse, and perhaps earrings if she was lucky. With a pretty outfit 
he'd want to go out more often to wear it and things would simply escalate 
from there. 

"You look fabulous!"  Barb said as Drew turned to let her see the entire 
dress. "I can't believe it but that dress was made for you."

"Do you really think so Barb? "  Drew stared in awe at his reflection in a 
nearby mirror. 

"Of course I think so,"  Barb smiled, Drew was reacting perfectly. "But 
I'll prove it to you if you'd like me to."

"How would you do that?" He asked absent mindedly, his focus stuck on 
the image in the mirror.

Watching closely for his reaction Barb announced. "I'll buy it for you!"  

"Buy it? For me?"

Barb now had Drew's undivided attention. 

"Why not?"  She asked as sweetly as she could. "It fits perfectly,  it's 
very pretty, and you look great in it."

Drew was frozen with indecision. This was a dream come true, his very 
own dress! Still there were problems with his dream. How could he 
explain it to his mother, where could he hide it, what would he do with it?  

Barb could see signs of panic on his face and decided to do what she 
could to help. "Don't worry, I'll keep it in the back of my closet and tell 
mom I bought something for myself.  You could wear it the next time we 
go out!"

That closed the deal for Drew, his mom wouldn't think anything of 
another dress in Barb's closet and she was talking about going out again 
so that he could wear this dreamy outfit!

"Would you Barb?"  He pleaded. "I'll do anything you want for a whole 
month if you buy this one dress for me." 

"You don't have to do anything for me Amy,"  He looked so cute in the 
dress that Barb couldn't resist hugging him. "Like I said  I like having my 
little sister back!"

Drew gave her a kiss then ran back to get changed. When he came out 
again he carried the dress as if it were a trophy.  He wanted to run straight 
tot the cashier but Barb had other plans.

"What do you think of these skirts?"  She held out several silky, 
lightweight skirts with delicate floral designs along with the matching 
tops.  "You could use  several different tops to get a bunch of different 
looks for each skirt."

"They are pretty,"  Drew carefully examined the skirts holding one up to 
his waist to check it's length.  

"You only have the one dress,"  Barb commented. "What's going to 
happen if you get tired of it and we both want to wear one of my outfits?"

"Yeah, that would be a problem I guess."  Drew sighed. "But..."

"Mom lets me buy anything I want, you know that."  Barb shrugged. 
"Why would she ever think you'd wear a skirt?"

"Well since you insist,"  Drew said with a big smile as they walked to the 
cashier. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"As a matter of fact you haven't,"  Barb laughed. "But don't be shy!"

"I really do love you Barb,"  Tears began welling in his eyes. "I can't 
believe you're doing this for me."

"I was worried about you after the accident, this is my way of saying how 
glad I am to see you're okay."   Barb signed the receipt and handed him 
the bags. "Let's go over here Amy, there are a few more things I want to 
pick up."

Barb led the way to the lingerie department with Drew following behind 
clutching his packages. Picking several pairs of panties off a rack she 
turned to Drew. "Which do you think are prettier,  the high cut lace ones, 
or the satin briefs?"

Drew looked at the hanger holding several pairs of high cut lace panties in 
pink, blue, green and white then at the other hanger holding several pairs 
of satiny briefs in the same colors. It was such a tough choice for him to 
make, he had never worn high cut panties before, Barb's lace panties felt 
great but they were regular briefs. He wasn't sure how such a high cut leg 
would feel but he was sure that he wanted to find out. The satin panties 
were almost exactly the same as the ones he was wearing and they felt 
delightfully smooth and silky under his pantyhose!

"I like the way they feel,"  He gestured towards the satin panties. "But 
then again I've never worn high cut ones before."

"Okay so we'll get you both!"  Barb grinned.  "Plus a few plain white 
ones for when you don't feel like wearing anything too frilly and girly." 

"I can't imagine not wanting to wear anything too frilly or girly,"  Drew 
laughed nervously. "Girls are so lucky to be able to wear this stuff all the 
time."

"You could wear it all of the time if you really wanted to,"  Teased Barb. 
"Who's ever going to see your underwear?"

Drew sighed deeply. "That's not what I meant. You can wear a skirt if 
you feel like it or you can wear slacks. If you feel like wearing makeup or 
getting your hair done you can. I don't have those choices."

"Sure you do,"  Barb insisted. "You're welcome to anything in my closet, 
you know that. If you want to wear my makeup go right ahead. And in 
case you hadn't noticed you're wearing a dress and makeup, you're 
holding a dress,  a couple of skirts and tops and you're about to buy 
yourself some panties!"

"But it's not the same Barb,"  Drew sniffed. "You're a girl, you're 
allowed and most importantly you're supposed to wear these things. If 
anyone knew I was really a boy named Drew they'd laugh at me!"

"I understand,"  Barb was starting to feel sorry for Drew. Had she and her 
mother caused Drew a bigger problem than he already had? Thinking back 
to his outbursts and the times her mother spent worrying about what type 
of danger he was putting himself into just to prove that he was a man, she 
knew it had to be done. "But that's just the way it is. Unless..."

"Unless what?"  Drew grabbed at the bait.  

"Well unless you got one of those sex change operations." She blurted 
out. "But that's silly." 

"Why would it be silly?  Drew asked becoming more and more interested. 

"Because you're my brother. Even in a skirt you're still my brother. I 
don't think that I could ever imagine you as a real girl."  She shrugged. 

"Imagine me, a real girl"  He muttered softly to himself. "We'll see."

 "We have a couple of other things I wanted to get you yet."  Barb told 
him as she went to another rack. "Your new dress is too lightweight for 
the underwear you have on, you'll need something that won't show 
through How about this."  She asked picking up  cream colored bra, 
panty, and slip set for his approval. 

Drew's eyes lit up in delight. The slip was trimmed in lace all along the 
bottom and along both sides of the walking slit, the cups of the bra were 
covered with lace as were the front of the panties.  Drew's heart was 
pounding as he thought about how good it would feel to wear the pretty 
lingerie under his new dress, being a girl was so much fun!.

Barb left Drew alone for a few moments while dropping the packages off 
in the car. Sitting on a bench in the middle of the mall he found himself the 
object of many a passing boy's interest as they passed. Some would 
pretend to be looking at something behind him but a few made no effort to 
conceal their longing glances at the pretty girl in the short skirt and to 
Drew's surprise he found himself enjoying the attention. Several times 
when he caught boys looking at him he'd brush his hair back and smile at 
them happy to see that he could have such an effect on someone.

"You're getting to be quite a flirt,"  Barb said walking up from behind 
him. "I saw how you smiled at that boy!" 

"What else could I do?"  Drew asked in mock innocence. "I can't exactly 
go over and punch him for looking at me, right?"

"Right,"  Barb quickly agreed. "Kiss him, but certainly not punch him."

Drew glanced toward the boy he had smiled at. "He is kind of cute."  He 
said with a far away look in his eyes.

"Do you really think so?"  Barb asked anxious to see how well the tapes 
had worked on Drew. "He's a little young for me."

"Not for me though,"  Drew smiled again at the boy. "I wonder what it 
would be like to be kissed?"

Barb looked at her brother in surprise. "By a boy?"

"Well of course by a boy,"  Drew said exasperated. "What did you think?"

"I think we're going to miss the movie."  Barb pulled him from the bench 
interrupting his dreams. "We can talk about guys later!"

Drew loved the movie, a tearjerker that he would have scorned as a 'chick 
flick' in the past was now a 'romantic adventure' to him. He watched 
captivated as the couple in the movie went through the stages of courtship 
sighing on the occasions where the couple would hold each other and 
kiss. Barb had never seen his so interested in anything before in his life.

Drew couldn't get that day out of his mind for weeks afterwards, 
especially the way that the boy kept looking and smiling at him. He'd be 
watching a romantic movie, his favorite type lately, and suddenly he'd 
imagine that he was the female star and the boy in the mall was the male 
star. His heart would speed up, his stomach would churn, and he'd 
imagine that they were his red lips that were being kissed, his waist that 
was being held so tightly.

His friends thought it was a little odd that he could now talk about 
romantic movies and cute rock stars as well as any girl but the guys all 
knew him since they were kids and the girls were thrilled to find a boy 
who cared about such things. His long hair and soft complexion were a bit 
confusing but they thought it was a result of spending so much time in the 
house. Once he got out in the sun more he'd be back to the old Drew in no 
time.

Drew found the restrictions of wearing his pretty new outfits around the 
house too much to bear and was soon begging Barb to take him out again.

It was a beautiful spring afternoon, Drew wore one of his new skirts, a 
yellow one with a white blouse, white stockings and a pair of Barb's 
yellow flats. He wore his hair in a ponytail with a yellow and white 
striped ribbon and used just enough makeup to give him what Barb called 
the "Natural Look".  Drew really liked the new look Barb had worked out 
for him, with the ponytail and a minimum of makeup he had sort of a 
freckle faced, girl next door kind of look, just perfect for his age.

Drew was in heaven as he learned to shop like a girl, buying was 
secondary to the real fun of trying on different outfits! Barb gave him a 
couple of quick pointers on flirting which he immediately put to use on a 
passing boy who to Drew's delight actually walked over and talked to 
him. Being a pretty girl was becoming easier all the time.

Drew was on top of the world as he walked into the house, he'd tried on 
so many pretty outfits that he couldn't remember which he thought was 
best and when that boy came over to talk to him, well what else could a 
girl want but pretty clothes and cute boys? He was on his way to change 
before his mother got home when she walked out of the kitchen. She 
stared at Drew so hard that he thought she could actually bore right 
through him with her eyes.

"Drew?"  She asked after taking a very deep breath. "What's going on?"

"I want to be a girl mom,"  He blurted out. "I've always wanted to be a 
girl!"

"You want to what?"  Asked his mother incredulously. 

Drew stood his ground.  "I want to be a girl, I always did."

"My God,"  His mother exclaimed. "The doctor warned me that you might 
never be the same but a girl?"

"Look at him mom,"  Barb pulled Drew close to her. "He's so pretty that 
I'm jealous. More boys look at him when we're out than me!"

"You've gone out like this?"  His mother shook her head. "What if 
someone sees you?"

"We never shop around here but I don't care if someone sees me,"  Drew 
pouted. "I don't want to be Drew anymore, I want to be Amy Lynn 
instead!"

His mother looked over at Barb who was doing her best to conceal her 
delight. "I think we'd better talk this over,"  She told Drew as she 
motioned for him to sit down. "I just don't know what we're going to 
do."

Drew, his mother and Barb talked for several hours about what could 
possibly be done for Drew. They talked about his playing house when he 
was younger, how he had seemingly tried to stop and how the accident 
had brought back all of his old feelings. Drew described his dressing in 
Barb's sweater and how it progressed to complete dressing then to his 
discovery and trips to the mall.  When all was said and done though Drew 
was just as insistent on becoming a girl as when they started talking. 
Nothing could be done to talk him out of it and so after kissing his mother 
and Barb goodnight he went to bed in Barb's nightgown and a pair of his 
new panties.

"It worked mom, it really worked!"  Barb whispered after he left. "He 
really wants to be a girl!"

"So far so good Barb,  Her mother admitted. "Now let's see if he can 
really convince a doctor."

The next morning before she left Drew's mother told him that she was 
going to make an appointment for him to see a doctor. "This is too big for 
us to handle alone Drew, I want to get some professional help."

"What if the doctor agrees with me?" Drew asked in anticipation. "Can I 
be a girl, please?"

His mother waited for several seconds. "Do you really understand what 
you're asking for Drew?"

Drew answered without hesitation.  "Totally mom, and it's what I really 
want." 

"Let's wait and see first, okay?"  

At work that day Drew's mother could barely conceal her excitement. She 
phoned Drew's doctor who told her that it would be best to seek 
counseling. A referral was made, an appointment was set, all that was 
needed was Drew.

Weeks later the family met with the recommended psychologist to have 
Drew evaluated. The meeting took hours with tons of questions and blood 
samples being taken. Nothing would be done at that time they were told, 
all results would be sent to Drew's doctor for review.

Drew was a nervous wreck while they waited, refusing to wear anything 
but girl's clothes. Finally the call came from the doctor and another visit 
was set up. 

"I'm afraid there's no hope for Drew,"  They were told. "It's a very 
strange situation but that head injury seems to have seriously altered his 
brain to the point where he'll never make it as a male. He now identifies 
so strongly with being female that it would be hopeless to change his 
thoughts."

"But what about counseling?"  His mother suggested. "Couldn't someone 
talk to him and convince him that this is crazy?"

"That wouldn't make much difference,"  The doctor continued. "You see 
Drew's injury to his brain has somehow caused it to order his body to 
stop producing the normal amount of male hormones. As a matter of fact 
the blood tests indicate that his body is now producing enough female 
hormones to not only prevent male puberty but to actually trigger female 
puberty. Your son will grow up to be a girl and all the talking in the world 
won't make a difference. Measurements taken along with the testing reveal 
that Drew here is developing quite  normal secondary sex characteristics 
for a girl just a few years younger than his age."

"Thank you!"  Drew shouted as he leapt from his seat to kiss the doctor. 
"I really am a girl mom!"

It was decided that Drew should begin his transition to Amy as soon as 
possible, hormones were prescribed to help his development catch up with 
girls his age and he was given pamphlets normally given to girls entering 
puberty. Drew spent the trip home engrossed in learning about his 
developing body, anxious to fill out his bras.

There were going to be major changes coming, Drew was sure of that, but 
he just knew that he'd love making the change. He'd have a whole new 
wardrobe of pretty clothes, he'd be allowed to wear makeup and do his 
hair, and best of all there'd be boys!

Drew was busy for several weeks after that fateful visit. There were 
further appointments to iron out the details of his transition, in a few 
weeks his genitals would be placed back where they came from inside of 
his body and female looking genitals would be formed. Nothing 
permanent would be done for at least two years so that the hormones he 
would be taking would have time to shape his body as best that they 
could. Once the shaping from hormones was complete Drew's male 
genitals would be permanently removed.  


It was after one of these appointments that Drew decided that it was time 
to tell his friends about Amy. He called a few friends telling them that he 
had something important to show them. He hoped that they would all 
understand and still be his friends, especially Bob, whom Drew had 
begun to think of as very cute!

Drew rushed to his room to change into a pretty pink dress Barb let him 
buy on their first shopping trip. Drew had only worn it once before but he 
was sure that this dress would be perfect for his coming out. He loved the 
way he looked with his mini dress, white stockings, and low heeled white 
pumps but there was much more to do before he called his friends to come 
over for the big announcement. Applying a light coat of liquid makeup 
Drew skillfully blended it over his face, applied powder to set it, then with 
an artists skill touched up his high cheekbones with pink blush. He 
quickly rolled his hair in Barb's hot curlers then called a few friends 
telling them that he had something important to show them. He hoped that 
they would all understand and still be his friends, especially Bob, whom 
Drew had begun to think of as very cute!

Drew's hair was a cascade of soft, light brown curls when he finished 
brushing it out, a quick spray of his favorite perfume and he was ready to 
meet his friends as Amy.  He was lost in thought as he walked towards 
away from his room but before he had time to sort them out the doorbell 
was ringing. He looked to his mother for help but she smiled and 
motioned him to the door.

Drew's hand was shaking as he turned the know to open the door. "Hi , 
come on in."  He motioned for three confused friends to enter. They all 
stood outside however, unsure of what was going on.

"Come on guys, "  Drew mustered his best girlish smile. "I'll explain 
everything in the living room."

As his friends walked in they looked at Drew not really sure if they were 
taking part in some kind of strange joke.

His friend Patty was first to break the ice for the group. "That's a great 
looking dress Drew but why are you wearing Barb's stuff?"

"This is so weird,"  One of the boys muttered. 

Drew took a very deep breath and tried to control his emotions which were 
on a wild swing. "I've got to go through with this,"  He told himself. 
"They've seen me this way so there's no going back."

"Yeah, this is pretty weird I guess,"  Drew smiled and ran his hands along 
his dress. "But this isn't Barb's stuff, everything I'm wearing is mine. I 
picked out this dress because I thought it was pretty and that I'd look nice 
in it, just like my shoes, stockings, and all of the rest of the things I'm 
wearing."

"The rest of the things?"  One of the boys asked. "What's up?"

 "What's up is that I'm not Drew anymore."  Drew was relieved to finally 
get it out. "I'm going to be Amy Lynn from now on."

"Wow, did you get your mom mad or something?"  Another boy asked. 
"Is she making you dress like that?"

"Yeah Drew,"  Challenged another boy.  "A jokes okay but this is goofy!"

"Come on kids, let him finish okay?" Drew's mother pleaded as she 
walked in with refreshments. "This isn't easy for her you know."

"Okay like I said my name's not Drew anymore, it's Amy Lynn. The 
reason it's Amy is the same reason that I'm dressed like this, I'm going to 
be a girl from now on."

"Seriously?"  Once of his friends laughed. "Are you going to get a sex 
change?"

"Seriously."  Drew told him. "It's a long story but yes I'm going to get a 
sex change. See I used to dress up and play house with Barb when I was 
little like I've been told other little boys did.  I stopped a couple of years 
ago and tried to act like a normal boy, actually more than a normal boy. 
All the fights and other trouble that I got into were just my trying to prove 
that I could really be a boy. It took smashing my head to make me 
understand that I really should have been a girl."

The kids listened in amazement as Drew described how he started wearing 
Barb's sweater then her nightgown and then moved on to dressing in all 
of her clothes. The boys seemed embarrassed as talked about his first time 
wearing a bra and how he pulled it over his head, his first pair of 
pantyhose, and learning to use makeup but the girls understood and 
laughed along with him. He could feel the boys pulling away as if afraid 
of some contagious disease but he was getting along better than ever with 
the girls. He'd miss the close friendship with the guys who seemed to be 
distancing themselves but he knew that part of his life was over for good. 
He wasn't anxious to ride a dirt bike or play tackle football, swinging on a 
rope over a huge puddle just didn't seem like fun either. All of the things 
he had enjoyed in the past seemed silly and nowhere near as much fun as 
shopping for a pretty dress or watching a romantic movie. He hoped the 
boys would understand that snakes and snails were gone forever, it was 
all sugar and spice from now on.

The girls hung around after the boys left, they were anxious to get to 
know Amy and offer her their friendship.

They found it amazing that a boy would be willing to give up the 
privileges of masculinity to become a girl and couldn't wait to learn details 
they knew Drew would never share with a boy. 

Drew had a great time showing off his new wardrobe and his lingerie 
collection was met with ooh's and ahh's from the other girls who were 
determined to spice up their lingerie with matching sets just like Drew's! 
When one of the girls wondered what kind of lingerie Drew wore with his 
dress he was only too happy to step out of the dress to show off his pink 
slip, bra, and panty combo. When he removed his pretty half slip there 
was a collective gasp as the girls turned their attention to his flat crotch.

"What happened to your thing?"  A girl named Annie asked in shock. "Did 
they cut it off already?"

"Not yet,"  Drew sighed. "I have to wear these special belts under my 
panties to keep things from showing. They're really tight and hard to get 
used to but in a couple of weeks or so I won't have to wear them 
anymore. Mom promised to buy me a really hot looking bathing suit to 
celebrate!"

"Are you going back to school like this?" Another girl asked. "That would 
be way cool!"

"Sure am,"  Drew proudly told her. "Mom's already talked to the people 
from the school board and as long as a doctor says that I'm a girl then it's 
okay. I can't wait to wear a skirt to school everyday!"

"Those uniforms suck though,"  Annie stated in disgust. "I'd rather wear 
jeans and tops instead."

"Maybe I'll feel the same way in a while,"  Drew shrugged as he pulled 
his dress back on.  "but it 's going to be a real kick to wear a skirt and 
everything."

Drew and the girls talked about clothes, makeup, school and of course 
boys. They all thought that his crush on Bobby was hilarious but agreed 
not to say anything to Bobby about it thinking that there was no point in 
scaring him off before he could be hooked. Drew and Bobby had been 
close friends as boys but now Drew wanted to be more than just a friend 
to Bobby who had become so cute in only a few short months! Drew had 
a huge crush on bobby and the girls all agreed to help him become Drew's 
girlfriend by making sure he and Bobby just happened to bump into each 
other at school or when roller skating they'd pair off with the other guys 
so that Drew would be the only girl left for the couple's skate. With any 
luck the girls felt that Drew and Bobby could become an item at school in 
no time at all. In any case Drew would wear his prettiest outfits whenever 
he was going to be around Bobby just to make sure that Bobby would 
notice him. By the time the girls left Drew was confident that he'd be 
accepted as a girl at least by the other girls and once the boys saw how 
pretty he looked they'd be more than happy to accept him too. 

Drew loved his new life, his mother had given away all of his boy's 
clothing leaving empty spaces in his dresser and closet which he did his 
best to fill with pretty things. He went shopping with Barb and his mother 
every weekend choosing the prettiest outfits he could find in some of the 
best stores in town. Before he never thought much of how he looked and 
his mother never let him buy anything very expensive. Now looking good 
was a major concern in his life as it was with most teen age girls and his 
mother loved taking him to pricey stores catering exclusively to teen girls 
like him. In no time at all Drew's closet was filled with skirts, dresses, 
tops, slacks, and shoes to match. His once empty dresser drawers were 
now filled with panties, bras, and slips in just about every shade of pink, 
lilac, green, yellow, white, and blue imaginable. 

Drew had about a dozen pairs of panties that he wore with his regular bras 
under jeans and tops but his real pride lay in the dozen or so matching 
panty, slip, and bra sets that he wore with his skirts and dresses. These 
were no ordinary lingerie sets, they were satin, lavishly trimmed in lace, 
and pretty enough to make even the most hardened tomboy feel like 
Cinderella.

Many of his friends and neighbors ran into Drew and his mom while they 
were shopping and many came away amazed and impressed that this 
person who they may have thought to be something of a sissy was 
actually a very sweet, polite, and well dressed young lady. Drew looked 
nothing like the fourteen year old boy that had once been with unkempt 
hair, ragged looking jeans ad sweatshirts. Instead people were greeted 
with the image of a very pretty girl on the verge of womanhood wearing a 
skirt and top or a dress that no boy could possibly wear. This young girl 
had a bust that was certainly appropriate for her age, her hair was perfectly 
done, her minimal makeup emphasized her feminine features, and her 
curves would set any teen boy's hormones into a frenzy. Drew was 
quickly forgotten and Amy was welcomed into the community as mothers 
began comparing Amy to their own daughters.

Drew grew increasingly confident in his new role with each passing day 
and was soon back with his old friends laughing and joking as if his 
wearing a denim skirt with a midriff top was nothing out of the ordinary. 
At first it was difficult for the guys he had grown up with to see his bra 
straps through his tee shirt and it took a lot of adjustment on their part 
when Drew walked out of the house in a pink sundress, his pretty hair tied 
back in a ponytail.

...Finis

~Taming Of The Drew~ © 1999 by Karen Elizabeth L.
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