The Harpist………………………by: Alysa Davis

 

It was a typical Spring afternoon and Terry was practicing his harp routines with his music teacher, Ms Jones. She had been teaching Terry for 4 of his 16 yr. and he was her star pupil. He had a natural talent for the harp, unusual for a person so young, especially a boy. As he played, she admired him with pride, as much as if he were her own son. He was a slender young man, handsome to the point of being too pretty for a boy with his shoulder length blond hair, gentle features, and long eyelashes. His hands were small, yet with long fingers, ideal for a harpist. They glided effortlessly across the strings as he played difficult movements of classical music. When he finished, Ms Jones praised him for a job well done, the fruit of her teaching combined with his natural ability.

"Terry, I know of a job opening for a harpist. How would you like a part time job over the summer?" Ms Jones asked.

"Gee...I guess I would, Ms Jones. What type of music would I have to play, and where?"

"My daughter has a small ensemble that plays mostly at weddings but also some private parties. They need a harpist as theirs had to leave the group. It would only be on weekends plus rehearsals but the money is very good. I know you can do it...you're a very good harpist. Should I talk to your parents about it?"

"Well, yes, please. It sounds like fun."

Ms Jones called Terry's mother and told her about the opportunity. Mom immediately discussed it with Dad. They learned that Terry could make up to $100 per wedding and it could continue all year. Being on weekends, it wouldn't interfere with school. Even the rehearsals were in the evenings and ended early. Ms Jones continued to sell Terry's parents about the job and Terry's talents and how he'd be a natural for the position. She was very persuasive and they became excited and enthusiastic about letting Terry do it. They were so proud of Terry and his talent for the harp. Mom was just going to call Ms Jones and accept when the phone rang and it was Ms Jones calling Mom with news…bad news.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. I’m afraid I built up false hopes for which I sincerely apologize. I guess I should have talked to my daughter first. It seems Jill is only looking for a female harpist. The girl she had left to have her baby."

"But why should it make a difference? A harpist is a harpist." Mom asked.

"Well, I asked the same thing. You see, they present themselves as an all girl ensemble. It’s sort of their reputation now, and all their advertising and notices portray them as four girls. They don’t want to have to upset everything by changing to a male harpist and they're concerned for their image with three women playing other instruments while the harp is being played by a man when it should typically appear to be the other way around. I didn't know all this before I spoke to Terry, and I thought it would be such a good opportunity for him. Even Jill is sorry after I told her all about Terry and his skills with the harp, but business is business."

"We're sorry too, Ms Jones, but thank you for your consideration...Terry will be so disappointed. Good bye" Mom said, hanging up the phone.

Mom relayed the conversation to Dad, and together they broke the news to Terry. After having their hopes built up and Terry all excited over the chance to earn money...a lot of money to him...they were, of course, shattered.

"Say, I have an idea that might change everything," Mom offered, "but you might think it’s crazy. Now hear me out before you yell. Terry, you're not very tall, you're slender, and very fair and I always said you'd make a pretty girl."

Before she could finish, Terry jumped up and said, "Oh No! I'm not going to pose as a girl! No Way! I don’t want the job that badly."

"Wait a minute, son," Dad interjected, trying to calm Terry. He picked up on the idea immediately. "Think of it as a costume, or a uniform, if you will. If you did it, no harm would be done and think of the money. And it could be the start of a musical career. Even if you were in a marching band, you’d need to wear a uniform. And face it, Terry, you aren’t exactly a jock so where’s the shame? "

It had always been a sore spot with Dad that Terry wasn't athletic or interested in sports or other traditionally male activities. The boy was devoted to music and wanted to make it his career.

"But posing as a GIRL! I don’t know anything about being a girl...how to dress or act, I'll make a fool of myself, a boy in a dress," Terry said, trying to angle out of the prospect.

"Don’t worry, dear, I'll teach you everything you need to know to get by," Mom eagerly reassured her son, soon to be a young lady.

"I don’t know, I wouldn’t want anyone to know I am a boy dressed as a girl, especially my friends. Besides, Jill would never go for it."

"I'm sure no one would recognize you, in fact I can assure you they wouldn't. Shall I call Ms Jones and ask her if it would work?" Mom pressed on..

"Uh...well....okay, I guess so. It's crazy, but it might be worth it. I doubt if Jill will agree, though," Terry said dejectedly, "why should she? I'm nobody special and why should she bother when so many female harpists are available?"

Mom told Ms Jones of the idea who then became all excited over the idea. She, too, had always said Terry was too pretty to be a boy, and she felt he'd make a passable young lady. It seemed like an idea worth a try and she wanted to make amends for creating the false hope. When presented with the idea, and a sales pitch about Terry's talent for the harp from her mother, especially that Terry could also play the Celtic harp, Jill agreed to let Terry audition for the job since, she was discovering that it wasn't easy to find a female harpist interested in part time work with so few hours. But, he would have to audition as a girl making it a double audition, of sorts. Jill knew her mother was a good judge of musical talent, but she wanted to see for herself if Terry could pass as the opposite gender. She knew Terry as a boy, but she couldn't imagine him as a passable girl.

Now, Mom and Dad were excited again about the job, but Terry, faced with the reality of having to go through with this, had mixed feelings. It would be his first money paying job, and the money was, indeed, very good, but having to perform disguised as a girl...this scared him. But he needed a job and it would be better than making hamburgers.

Mom, aware of his feelings, went to work on him to convince him that it was nothing to fear or be ashamed of. She was enthused to create the daughter she wished she had, even for a little while.

"Lots of men in show business cross dress at times. It's part of the business. You're going to be a performer...think of it that way. Think of it as a challenge. Remember the movie 'Some Like It Hot' where the two male musicians joined an all girl band? True, it was a fictional story, but the male actors made the movie playing women's parts."

In that light, Terry began to accept the idea and reluctantly agreed to let his mother proceed with his transformation.

Mom eagerly set about to gather the necessary items to make Terry into a presentable young lady. When everything was ready, and a day before he was to audition for Jill, Mom summoned Terry for a dress rehearsal of their own. She had Terry take a long, soaking bubble bath in the morning to relax and soften his skin, after which she rubbed his hairless body with skin softening, floral smelling lotion, and set his long blonde hair in curlers. Except for the small appendage in the front and the lack of breasts, his slender body appeared to be that of a prepubescent female. His small frame, soft, white skin, and under developed muscles, along with his long hair would make it easy for him to look feminine. All the time he should have been exercising to develop his muscles and toning up his body like other boys his age, he was practicing his music resulting in a slightly effeminate physique.

Mom started the dressing process by handing him a new pair of her white, nylon, lace trimmed panties which he put on with a great deal of reluctance. She and Terry were exactly the same size so clothing would not be a problem, especially since the plan was to make Terry look older than his 16 years. The feel and especially the thought of the tight nylon female undergarment against his skin began to arouse the young boy, reminding Mom to have him wear a panty girdle over the panties to further conceal his genitals just in case....to avoid embarrassment. She placed a bra on him and stuffed a single balled up stocking in each cup for a hint of a bosom without too much development.

Terry stood submissively as Mom pulled a full slip down over his raised arms and down his body, all the while explaining the need for each garment and complimenting him on how nice he looked, to put him at ease. With the addition of each item, he was appearing more like a girl. Standing in a slip, with the padded bra, he saw the image in the mirror of a slim young lady with blond hair in curlers and was amazed at how pretty he looked, and even more amazed at how nice it felt. Of this, he was thoroughly confused...he wasn't supposed to enjoy this. His boyhood was throbbing and tugging for release from it's silky containment. He didn't dare touch it in the presence of his mother, but it was begging for attention. He wondered if Tony Curtis went through this in the making of the movie.

"I feel stupid wearing these things, Mom," Terry said defensively, because he was having self-doubts. Did he really feel stupid?

He knew he should say that, be he was actually beginning to like his appearance and the way his mother was fussing over him.

"Well don’t be," she admonished, "You look wonderful...wait till we're done."

Now, he was getting curious to see the finished product. He sat down on the bed to put on the tan colored thigh-high stockings Mom handed him. He needed no instruction. He had seen her put them on many times, but never knew how good they felt as he rolled them up his legs. The elastic lace tops held them in place perfectly and made him aware that he was wearing hose. Terry sat there and slid his hands up and down his legs, feeling the smoothness of the hose and pondered the situation…what he was doing, what he was wearing, how it all felt on his body, how he suddenly enjoyed it all. Mom helped Terry slip into a loose fitting flower patterned dress which also started over his head and fell down his figure, adjusting the waist and sleeves for a good fit. She zipped up the back, taking up the slack to fit his figure perfectly and showing off his new breasts. The full skirt hung gently to well below his knees. While playing the harp, which was positioned between his legs, the long skirt would afford him the necessary modesty.

The dress had a high neckline, so Mom placed a pearl necklace on Terry to finish the look, along with small matching clip-on pearl earrings. A pair of white leather pumps with medium-width 2" heels went on Terry's feet, and he was completely dressed resembling a young lady older than his 16 years. He stood and moved back and forth in front of the mirror, letting the skirt flounce around his legs, another new sensation for him which he found pleasant.. Seeing himself so completely transformed he forgot his apprehension and was more than impressed with his new look. And he especially liked the way everything fit and felt.

"Well Terry dear, what do you think? How do you like it?" Mom asked.

"It certainly is different...not bad...not as bad as I thought it would be. The clothes are comfortable, but do you really think I can fool everybody?" He was trying to be reserved, but he loved all of it.

"Oh, I don’t have any doubt about that. Let's try a little makeup. With your girlish skin, it wont take much."

Terry, for once, didn't cringe when Mom mentioned his girlish complexion. He usually hated when she said that, but now, dressed as a girl, he didn't seem to mind hearing it. She began by dabbing a trace of powder on his face, applying a touch of blush to highlight his cheek bones, and bright pink lipstick to compliment his blond hair, carefully outlining his lips and filling in. Finally, a second dusting of powder to set the lipstick. While he was sitting at the makeup table, she removed the curlers and brushed and arranged his hair so that it fell graciously upon his shoulders where it rolled at the bottom. She separated a bunch in front and, with a scissors, snipped them to form bangs upon his forehead.

"What did you do!" Terry yelled at his mother. "You cut my hair!" he protested.

"I just wanted to shape it into something a little prettier."

"But I don’t want it to be too permanent...I still am a boy, you know!" he reprimanded. "I cant go around with bangs."

"Oh don’t worry, we can conceal them later," she assured him.

It looked very permanent to him, yet he had mixed feelings about it being so permanent.

As a finishing touch, she applied matching pink polish to his fingernails which he always kept well groomed so as not to interfere with the harp strings. He offered no resistance to this.

Admittedly, he agreed that indeed he did look like a very pretty girl, something he'd heard all his life and had been weary of hearing. His slender figure, thin arms, fair skin, now in a dress and stockings, his hair girlishly falling upon his shoulders in graceful waves, pearl drop earrings peeking out from the blond strands. His colored lips and blushing cheeks were definitely not that of a boy. This was indeed a young woman. At this moment, Terry didn't feel like a boy anymore, either...he felt the way he looked. Secretly, he liked the way he looked, yet he felt shy to appear this way, and his shyness only added to the feminine aura. Mentally, he took on an attitude of serenity, of maturity, of... femininity.

Mom sensed something different about Terry immediately. He had become a girl and she moved more slowly, more gracefully. She became more cooperative, more submissive in working with her mom, asking questions and showing interest in what mom was telling her about how to act ladylike, because, seeing it was now possible, she was committed to go through with this charade. She diligently practiced sitting in a skirt, crossing and uncrossing her legs, social gestures and graces, eye and hand movements while talking. It became a challenge to her. The whole day was consumed in an impromptu "charm school". Mom had found a willing subject, and she loved every minute of grooming her son to be a daughter..

At lunch, Terry learned how a young lady eats...certainly not as a teenage boy. She sat with her legs crossed at the ankles, knees together, a napkin folded in her lap, and eating slowly with small bites, using one hand, the other being off the table. And not talking with food in her mouth.

After lunch, she graciously excused herself from the table and touched up her lipstick, discreetly but willingly.

During the afternoon, as the lessons continued, Terry helped Mom make dinner. Mom was caught up with having a daughter and was giving Terry the crash course in how to be a woman, telling her probably more than she needed to know, ignoring the fact that Terry might not get the job and all this would be in vain. But Terry, looking and feeling like a woman, was caught up in the moment and now eager to learn and receptive of her mother’s teaching.

When Dad came home and saw his new daughter, he was both impressed by the appearance and pleased with the progress, but not surprised with the results. Terry, in full female attire and makeup, greeted him at the door with a mock curtsy and a hug, something he'd never before done to his father. Somehow, now, as a girl, it felt right, and Dad didn't resist.

"Dad, you were right...it's not as bad as I expected. I think I'll be able to fool everybody. What do you think?" as he twirled around for his dad to view from all angles.

"I'm impressed! You're beautiful! I cant wait to see what Jill thinks."

Having a son who spent all his time playing a harp, Dad wasn't too disappointed seeing his son wearing a dress. Whatever made the boy happy, he thought. Maybe Mom was right, he should have been a girl.

"Tomorrow we'll find out," Mom added.

After dinner, Terry volunteered to do the dishes. Both his parents took notice of this and smiled at each other.

"Terry certainly is a different person, and I don’t mean just his looks. Have you noticed?" Dad asked Mom.

"Yes, he seems to have changed. I think it's his new female persona. All this teaching I've been giving him...he's not the teenage boy we're used to. You know? I think I like the change," Mom said.

"I think I do too," added Dad as he watched Terry moving around the kitchen in a dress and apron doing cleanup and looking content. "He seems so much happier."

Afterwards, Terry joined them in the living room and sat down at the harp, flared out his dress as Mom had shown him, and entertained them on the Celtic harp with classical and popular music.

That night, at bedtime, as Terry gently removed his makeup and put his hair in curlers as Mom had shown him, she presented Terry with a long frilly nightgown to sleep in.

"You'll sleep better in this, dear. It's a new gown, and it's yours to keep no matter what happens. I think you'll like it."

She was right...he loved the feel of the soft nylon against his skin and the thought of wearing it aroused him. In fact, the memory of the whole day aroused him. Before he fell asleep, he rubbed his erect organ through the soft fabric, recalling the days events, how he felt, and what tomorrow would bring. The whole idea was pleasant and brought him to a massive orgasm which he caught in his tissue lined hand, being careful not to get his new gown soiled.

In the morning, waking with yet another massive erection, Terry finished himself while thinking of wearing pretty clothes again and how they felt. He took a warm bath, powdered himself, and got dressed with fresh lingerie Mom had left for him. He wrestled with the bra, then dutifully stuffed the cups. He put on everything else without hesitation...he enjoyed yesterday. Today's dress was different. It was a plain cotton dress in Navy blue, with white buttons all the way down the front. He had a slight problem with the buttons because they were on the reverse side of what he was accustomed to, but he struggled through it. He put on dark blue hose, and matching shoes with 2 inch heels. He removed the curlers and brushed his hair. The bangs were still there and perfect, for a girl, and he still wondered how he would conceal them later, but now, he was less concerned..

Mom came in and praised him for dressing so well by himself, then put on his makeup, carefully instructing him as she proceeded. She finished with a white bead necklace to match his buttons and matching clip-on earrings.

The narrow heels took some getting used to for Terry, but he walked around the house until he was confident. The dress forced him to take small steps which made his movements look even more effeminate.

Arriving for the audition, Terry was introduced to Jill who saw him for the first time as a girl. She knew Terry as a boy but she hadn't seen him in a long time. Jill was immediately impressed with his appearance as a girl, although Terry was blushing and began to feel uneasy again. He was thinking that Jill was an extremely attractive girl and here, he, a boy, was dressed the same as she was...he too was an attractive girl, and he was experiencing the same tactile sensations from feminine clothing that she was. He wasn't yet used to being as a girl with other girls. The whole concept aroused him. Thankfully, he was wearing a panty girdle again or the bulge might have been noticeable.

Jill introduced Terry to the other girls in the ensemble but didn't reveal Terry's true gender. They accepted him as the new girl and welcomed him to rehearse with them. Terry, feeling a little more at ease, sat down at the harp, hiked up his skirt a little, and positioned himself in the playing position with the harp against his stocking clad legs which exposed a little lace of his slip. Noticing this, he sheepishly looked up at Jill, who was watching him, and began to blush again. Jill smiled and winked at the sight of this beautiful creature before her, wearing nylons and lingerie under such a pretty dress, who was actually a boy. And he did have very shapely legs. She whispered to Terry that when they performed in public, they typically wear long gowns so modesty wouldn’t be a problem. Turning her attention to the group, Jill instructed them to begin playing a selection to test Terry's skills of playing in an ensemble.

Terry played to perfection, impressing the others, especially Jill. After they were finished with several selections, Jill quietly told Terry he was hired. His harp skills were indeed more than adequate and his appearance as a young lady was equally great. The announcement was made, and the girls all joined in welcoming the new girl as their new harpist and fawned over her hair and clothes and how nice she looked.

"Can I tell them? They're going to find out eventually," Jill whispered to Terry.

He shrugged, implying 'what's the use' and nodded affirmation.

"Girls, I have a secret to tell you, and remember, it must stay here. As you know, we've had a great deal of trouble finding a female harpist. Terry is a pupil of my mother's and came to us highly recommended. Mother was certainly correct in her choice except for one minor detail."

The girls looked puzzled, but waited for an explanation. What fault did Terry have?

"You see, Terry isn't actually a woman."

"So she's a young girl, so what?" someone said. A minor point, they all agreed.

"Well...not exactly," Jill continued. "Terry isn't a girl either, actually, she's a boy."

The group was instantly silent, then they started to applaud in acceptance. They rushed over to Terry and hugged him and praised him for his disguise and his ability to fool them, and how cute he was. Terry had expected to be teased or embarrassed but was instead, warmly accepted as one of the girls. Jill went on to explain why he did this and how he was actually helping them out of a bind. They had a wedding coming up shortly and were desperate to find a harpist so they really appreciated what he was doing besides the novelty of cross dressing to become such a pretty girl. They realized they couldn’t use a male harpist.

The group continued rehearsing that day and the following day, while Terry continued to show up in dresses. In fact, at Jill's suggestion, and without argument, he attended all the rehearsals en femme. The girls adopted him as their little sister and continued his feminization with enthusiasm. They helped him with his hair styles, giving him pointers on different looks, and convinced him to wear lip gloss all the time to condition his lips, even if it was a very light pink shade. He became very good at applying his own lipstick without a mirror and grew fond of wearing it. When in boy mode, he wore a colorless gloss.

Jill provided him with the gown that the girls wore for their performances, and Mom altered it to fit him. It was black chiffon, ankle length, with a full skirt, and matching high heels which Terry had to learn to walk in. He also had to learn to operate the pedals of the harp with the heels. The dress had a wide, square neckline which required a strapless bra to be worn. This took some engineering to create a little cleavage for Terry. Mom got him a Wonder Bra to mold the flesh of his nearly flat chest into the padded cups, and used a little makeup to paint the illusion of cleavage. Her skill worked and Terry had real looking breasts, by now, much to his pleasure. When Mom first saw Terry in the gown, she cried at his beauty. He, too, was thrilled with his appearance. The time spent with the girls of the ensemble and all their encouragement had affected Terry. Mom was even more convinced in her own mind that he was meant to be a girl.

The day of the wedding, his first public performance, he arrived at the church in a street dress and makeup and joined the other girls in a dressing room to change into their gowns. They undressed and changed in front of Terry, helping each other with zippers, etc. Terry thought he'd be embarrassed being in the company of the other girls while they changed, but he had now become completely comfortable as a girl and felt as one of them. And, after all, he was dressed the same as the other girls. He didn't envision himself as a boy in a room full of girls, rather that he was a girl like the others, so he felt no arousal by them.

The performance went well at the wedding ceremony and the reception that followed, the brides parents were pleased with the music, and the group was paid their fee, along with a generous tip and much praise for the four young ladies.

Terry received his share of the profits, and seeing the amount of money, was convinced that he had made the right decision...that it was worth the sacrifice of performing en femme. With renewed enthusiasm, he was excited to repeat the performance at another wedding which, he learned was next weekend. This meant two nights of rehearsals and the performance, and he was going to spend a lot of time as a girl. In fact, he spent most of the summer as a young lady because it was too much trouble to try to change back and forth between genders especially since he was too feminine looking to try to be a boy. In fact, with his skin so hairless and effeminately conditioned and his hair groomed, even in boy mode, he was mistaken for a girl.

Terry decided to continue in his identity as a girl, keeping his hair fashioned and wearing makeup constantly, even though he mostly wore jeans and tee shirts (always with a bra) with the encouragement of his mother and reluctant consent of Dad. To the delight of his musician sisters, he had his ears pierced so he could wear a selection of dangling earrings matching the others. This meant constant wearing of earrings also. Over time, he spent some of his earnings acquiring a new wardrobe of women's clothes, including some proper fitting and very real looking breast forms, with the aid and encouragement of Mom who was delighted with the fact that Terry was now serious about looking like a real woman.

In the Fall, Terry started his senior year of high school. It took a lot of effort to change his appearance to resemble a boy again. His skin had become very smooth and soft from all the beauty aids he had been using, and his lips were especially soft and full looking from the constant application of lipstick. With his hair still long and full bodied, although trimmed to a unisex style, he looked like a girl disguised as a boy and he actually felt that way. He had to make a conscious effort to act masculine, difficult after spending three months full time as a girl, especially since he never was masculine in the first place. Being an effeminate boy, a music student…a harpist…no one paid much notice to his somewhat androgynous appearance anyway.

Fortunately for Terry, there were fewer performances for the ensemble. There was fewer weddings, but the group did get jobs performing at private parties where Terry played the Celtic harp. For those occasions, he could dress without altering his features too much. He didn't wear a gown at these parties, but instead, they usually wore regular party dresses. He was so comfortable in girl’s clothing, it wouldn't take him long to change. And he was now able to fit even a sleeveless or off the shoulder party dress very well with his girlish skin and realistic breast forms.

Somehow, the girls in school sensed something different about Terry, because they were friendlier to him as never before. He didn't seem aggressive or boorish like other boys but more gentle and understanding. They become more attentive to him. He responded with friendliness in kind, but he showed little more than platonic interest in the girls. His first love was his music, and he had grown to be happier as a girl with her music rather than as a boy pursuing girls. While in the persona of a girl, he sometimes wondered what it would be like be pursued by a boy.

Terry became very popular playing the Celtic harp, receiving many requests to play solos. In time, he got job offers to appear as a solo performer, a young lady playing the Celtic harp and singing old folk songs. He had developed the ability to sing in a tenor voice, or contralto as he appeared. This brought him even more money to be saved for his college fund. But more, it gained him exposure and publicity which required him to spend even more time as a woman, something he now preferred to do, anyway.

After high school graduation, Terry started college towards a degree in music, while still continuing his professional appearances as a lady harpist. With the aid of the family physician and his strong desire, he started on a regimen of female hormones to enhance his feminine physique. He wanted his breasts to enlarge, which they began to do in a short time. He experienced mood changes of which he accepted as part of the transition. Attending classes as a girl, which was easy with his androgynous name, made it easy to keep up his female appearance for his part-time work. He was too effeminate to pass as a boy anymore which he didn't care to be anyway. Living full time as a woman, he perfected his presentation both in attire and demeanor as he had planned.

During one of his performances at a private party, a young gentleman approached Terry, now a very feminine and lovely young lady, and offered her a drink. They became acquainted and Terry wound up letting the man drive her home. At the door, he kissed her, Terry's first kiss ever, and it was from a man! It was a light kiss on the lips, but one she'll never forget. He asked her for a date, and she accepted without hesitation.

Telling Mom of her new experience, Mom, who now accepted Terry as her daughter, had mixed emotions about what happened or was going to happen. She reminded Terry of her true gender and warned her of the possible consequences of disclosure. As is usual with a young person receiving unsolicited advice, Terry denied any possibly of discovery and decided to continue her relationship with the man.

On their first date, Terry and Jim went to dinner and a show. Jim was very polite and smitten with Terry's charm and beauty. They held hands throughout the show, and later, went for a walk, Jim's arm around Terry. She enjoyed his touch and felt secure with him. The effect of the hormones made her feel like a real woman and dispelled any thoughts that she was really a genetic male. Returning to Jim's car, they went for a drive and parked at a scenic spot to view the moon. Jim made his move and kissed Terry passionately. She submitted to his advances, as their kiss continued while his hands roamed her body. He caressed her breasts, now real. She placed her hand on his to retain its position while he touched her erect nipple. Her maleness was rigid and throbbing painfully, but well hidden within the confines of her panty girdle. Her pent-up emotions were released as she continued to submit to Jim's touching, kissing, sucking. She returned every kiss. He wanted more but she stopped him.

"Not yet...we don’t know each other very well," Terry admonished, coming up for air.

Jim, being a gentleman, respected her wishes and backed off. But he continued to touch and fondle her affectionately on the trip home. Terry loved him as a woman and Jim loved Terry for the woman he naturally assumed she was.

They continued to date frequently for several months until the time came when Jim practically begged Terry to submit to him. Terry wanted to have sex with the man she loved, but knew it was not to be. She knew she had to reveal herself to him. It was inevitable that he must learn her true identity.

They went to Jim's apartment for an evening of television. She had decided that this was going to be the night...it was now or never. As the evening progressed, they drew closer and started to kiss and pet. When the petting got heavy, Terry drew back.

"Jim, dearest, I've got something to tell you and I don’t want you to hate me."

"What could you possibly tell me to make you hate you...I love you, Terry. Nothing will alter that."

"And I love you too, Jim...but there's something you don’t know about me."

"I know everything I need to know about you, my love...I want to marry you."

Terry was surprised to hear this. It was the first time the subject of marriage had come up between them. The emotional effect of the hormones kicked in and Terry began to cry. Jim, comforted her in his arms.

"I cant marry you, my darling…Oh .I want to, but I cant," she sobbed.

"What do you mean you cant? Why cant you? Are you already married or something?"

"No, it's not that. Here's why," she said as she placed his hand under her skirt, between her legs.

It had been there before, but not like this. She was wearing only sheer nylon panties and no protective girdle, prepared for the revelation. Her small, flaccid penis presented an object where there shouldn't have been one.

Jim felt it, then gently gripped it through the lacy panties, then proceeded to rub it to rigidity while he kissed her hard.

"You're all woman to me, Terry. If I didn't know you so well, and hadn't fallen in love with you, I'd be angry, but I've only known you as a woman, and you're the woman I love. This extra appendage doesn't stop me. I still want you to be my wife."

Terry instantly grabbed him and passionately kissed him long and wet and hugged him till he couldn't breath.

"Yes, my love, I want to be your wife more than anything. I'll even have surgery to please you."

"There's no need for that. We can live together as husband and wife as you are. You're woman enough for me and, after all, sex isn't the only thing in a marriage. No one ever needs to know your true gender....but it's your choice if you want to undergo the change. I love you any way you choose to be."

With that, they made love, pleasuring each other orally and manually, in a multiple of positions. It was just the beginning.

Terry and Jim eloped to Las Vegas to get married. They found a Justice of the Peace who didn’t ask many questions and performed the service, and they returned home as husband and wife. Terry finished her education in music and continued to perform professionally as a female Celtic and Classic harpist at parties and weddings. She happily was a wife to Jim while he continued in his career.

The effeminate boy harpist had found happiness as the woman he had become and was totally accepted as that woman.

 

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