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Tina               by: Jacki Pett

 

Tim was as nervous as a cat. This was only his second time out in public, at a mall, and he was acutely aware of everyone and everything around him. As it was on almost any Sunday, the mall was crowded. When the weather was poor, people flocked there in droves. Today was no exception.

Fortunately, he hadn’t run into anyone he knew. He hoped his luck would hold, but that would be a miracle. He could only pray he wasn’t recognized. Tim had only arrived a few minutes ago but the strain, from being so nervous, was already getting to him. He had walked to the middle of the busy mall and found an empty bench outside of Maas Brothers, by the ice-skating rink. He sat to rest. His eyes scanned the people as they walked by, looking for any indication that a passer by saw through the disguise. The mental strain was exhausting.

It had been three weeks ago today that his stepfather had come home early and surprised him.

Tim was sitting on the couch watching television.

Tim’s family was not well off. His mother had to work to help his stepfather keep ahead of the bills. They had a small house in the poorer section of town. When they had scraped together the down payment several years ago, there wasn’t much left over for new furniture. The house was a patchwork of odds and ends.

He would never forget the feeling when his stepfather first saw him, the look on his face. He blew up at Tim. Tim was so ashamed of himself. His stepfather threw him out of the house on the spot.

Tim froze when he walked in. Embarrassed almost to the point of tears, there was nothing he could say to the man. When he finally got tired of calling him every perverted name he could think of, his stepfather told him to get his things and get out.

Tim was just thankful he didn’t beat him and rushed to the bedroom, changed and, gathering everything of his that he could. He quickly skulked out of the house. Tim had been dressing up, secretly, in his older sister’s clothes for years. On the rare occasions that he was home alone, Tim would dress up and go about his chores as normally as possible.

He was sitting in the living room in one of his sister’s dresses, with his sister’s wig on and makeup as he ate his lunch, when his stepfather walked in and surprised him. There’s had never been a close relationship. The man had always felt that the boy didn’t like him, that Tim came between him and his mother.

Tim, in fact, didn’t like him. He was not very good to his mother. He was the lord of the house and nothing any of them said mattered. His mother had to bow to his wishes. It frustrated Tim that his mother put up with it but he sort of understood. Tim’s father had been her second try at marriage after her first husband had deserted her, right after Tim’s half sister was born. Tim’s Father had died in a car accident. His mother had gone to pieces for several years. When this man came along, she jumped into marriage with him. She never thought she’d get another chance and she didn’t think twice when he proposed.

Tim’s half sister resented him. She was four years old when he was born and her new father and her mother seemed to forget about her, showering all their affection on their newborn son. Bridget felt unloved and unwanted. After Tim’s father died, she regained her former standing with her mother, with Tim getting the leftovers of his mother’s affections. Matters were made worse between Tim and Bridget when, because money was tight, they had to share a bedroom. Bridget hated that situation and never let him have a moment’s peace at home.

Tim had nearly given up hope before he found a cheap furnished apartment over a furniture store. It was a small corner apartment, just three rooms. The living room occupied the corner of the building with two windows on the street side and one facing the alley. The furniture consisted of a worn plaid couch and a battered old stuffed chair. His coffee table and end table were full of scratches. Tim was grateful that the tv worked at all.

The kitchen was very small, there was hardly enough room to turn around in. The appliances all worked but they were chipped and rusted badly. A modest collection of pates, glasses and silverware hardly filled one cabinet. The entrance to the apartment, by way of a narrow stairway from the alley in the rear of the building, opened into the kitchen. His bedroom, about 12’ by 10’, was just slightly smaller than the living room. It contained an old metal frame bed, a double, with no headboard, a small beat up night stand, a large low dresser and a small desk.

The small, tiled bathroom had large chips off the porcelain washstand and bathtub. The toilet had stains that Tim had given up trying to scrub off.

It wasn’t easy to find an apartment when you are only fifteen. Tim was lucky that the man was willing to rent to him.

Tim was fortunate to have a full time job but he still couldn’t afford some of the things he would have liked to have. Like a phone. He saved every dime he could for more important things. Between high school and work he had very little time for himself. Most nights he would come home between nine and ten and have to do homework. Collapsing in bed at midnight, totally drained, was not unusual.

He had called his mother after a few days. He was careful to call when his stepfather wasn’t supposed to be there. She didn’t pretend to understand why he had done what he did. She was a God-fearing woman and what Tim had done was an affront to God. His mother didn’t even want to talk about it. She warned him not to come near the house, his stepfather wanted nothing to do with him, ever again. He would have been furious if he knew they even talked on the phone. He was very strict in his handling of his stepchildren and his wife. The man ran the household and Tim’s mother allowed it, she was afraid of losing the security he provided her and her remaining child.

Tim, from outward appearances, was one of those unusual kids that most parents wished they could call their own. He tried to do well in school and he was highly thought of at work. Normally he got along well with his parents. He never got in trouble or messed with drugs. His mother always used to sing his praises to her friends.

Tim had been working any kind of odd job he could, for years. He was saving to buy a car when he was old enough.

Being kicked out was a blessing in a way. He was out from under his stepfather’s strict rule and his sisters badgering.

Tim had taken the few things he treasured with him, although he didn’t intend to continue dressing up. He had some clothes he had bought, saying to the salesgirls that they were for his sister or his imaginary girlfriend. He was planning to throw them out but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

The long wavy wig was from a catalog. He had sent a lock of his hair for them to match. It was one of his prized possessions. Tim had some makeup, but not much. He had used his sister’s most of the time.

He didn’t know why or remember when the urge first struck him. He remembered way back when he was little, people always were mistaking him for a girl. He had a girl’s pretty, slender face. Big brown eyes and long thick lashes. His small nose turned up slightly and his smile was as pretty as any girl his age. His full, shaped lips were the envy of many of them. He’d go to bed at night praying that as he grew up, he would become more masculine in face and stature. After he began to dress up, he didn’t pray as often. Tim had been letting his hair grow for about two and a half years. He would pull it all back and tie it in a flat knot, high on the back, for school. He wanted it to grow long, even knowing he could never style it like the girls his age did. Long hair represented something to Tim and he could get away with having it. It grew slowly and his stepfather and he were always battling about it being too long. He constantly wore his baseball cap to hide it.

Tim didn’t think he was gay. He had always liked girls and never really given a thought to being with a boy. When he was little, he had more girl friends than boy friends but that was only because the boys didn’t accept him as readily, because of the way he looked and his small size. Peer pressure changed things as he grew older. His face and slender build began to cause him real problems. Some of the guys called him a sissy for no reason. He knew how to play ball and did all the other things boys his age normally enjoyed, when they let him join in. Tim was almost always the last one picked as the kids chose up sides for their games and it really hurt him deeply. Tim had only had two girlfriends as he grew up. One was very special to him and he was very serious about her. It didn’t last very long. Peer pressure again, the girls would hear him called a sissy or they’d be with him and one of the school bullies would pick on him. It wasn’t cool to go out with a guy that people called a sissy, no matter how nice he was. He spent most of his time alone, always the outsider.

It was during one of those really depressing periods that he thought he would see what kind of girl he would make.

It was a Saturday morning and he was home alone. His mother and stepfather were both working all day and his sister had just left for the beach.

The day before, he’d been harassed again at school. He had just been standing out in the field, by the school, talking to one of the girls in his class, when three guys he knew came up to them, making wisecracks.

"Who’s the girl with you with Chrisy?"

Tim knew what was coming next. He had heard it a hundred times before.

"Oh, it’s pretty little Timmy. You’d look much more natural in a dress Timmy."

The girl had walked off with the boys, laughing.

Tim was heartsick. Even the girls, who he felt closer to than the boys, laughed at him. He walked home with tears running down his face.

His mother didn’t understand, "It’s just a stage, you’ll outgrow it." His sister was no help at all. She teased him about his looks all the time. He absolutely couldn’t talk to his stepfather. Tim had slept late that morning and when he finally got up, he had to step over Bridget’s clothes to get to the bathroom. She had always been a slob when it came to picking up after herself but she had outdone herself lately. Even their bathroom was a mess, towels, clothes and her underwear all over the floor.

Tim didn’t make a habit of picking up after her but the mess really bothered him. He hung up the towels when he was finished going to the bathroom and carried her clothes back to their bedroom.

What prompted him to do what he did next, he didn’t know? He dropped the clothes on the floor with the rest of her things. A pair of her panties caught his eye. He picked them up, feeling the silky material. He was intrigued. After the years of harassing and teasing he wondered to himself. He took off his pajamas and stepped into her panties. They fit him perfectly and the silky material felt smooth against his skin.

Tim knew what he was doing was wrong but he was fascinated. A bra lay on the pile of clothes and he picked it up. Putting it on was awkward but he managed to connect the two hooks in the back. It didn’t look right as he stared at himself in Bridget’s mirror. The cups of the bra lay flat and empty. He got out a pair of his white cotton socks from his dresser and put one in each side. That looked better.

A thought came to mind. His sister, who had short blond hair had once worn a brown wig for Halloween. He searched through her closet, finding it finally, up high on a shelf, in an old shoe box. Tim was careful to remember exactly where it had been, under several other boxes. Sitting at Bridget’s dressing table, he tried it on. It took him a little while to adjust it but when he finally had it on right he agreed with the people who had teased him so much, he did look just like a girl. Tim was sitting there in the bra and panties and he thought, what the hell. He picked through the pile of clothes on the floor and found the black skirt and purple blouse his sister called her favorite. He and Bridget were close enough to the same height that the skirt, with its zipper in the back, came to just above his knees. Tim had always been slender and it fit his waist easily. It was actually a little big on him. He accidently pulled the wig off when he pulled the blouse over his head. With the blouse tucked into the skirt, he sat and fixed the wig on his head again. At the full length mirror on his sister’s closet door, he scrutinized himself critically. Turning this way and that, he compared the way he looked to the girls he knew. "Not bad." He said out loud to himself, smiling at the girl that looked back at him from the mirror. Something was still missing. He found a pair on the floor. Tim took off the skirt and very carefully pulled on a pair of Bridget’s pantyhose. If he snagged them, she might wonder what happened to them. He liked the way they felt against his skin as he walked around the bedroom and when he sat in the chair, crossing his legs. He didn’t have to take off the skirt to pull on her short black slip.

A pair of her short black heals were a little big on him. He stuffed the toes and then walked around the room. It was difficult at first but he got the hang of it before long. Tim tried on several of her outfits that morning, before he decided he better put everything away. He probably had several hours before Bridget would come home but he was really worried about getting caught. With everything back, exactly where he had found it, he got dressed and left the bedroom. He didn’t even want to be in there when Bridget got home. It was fortunate for him that he did because she came home not more than a half hour later. She suspected nothing and Tim thanked God. He had taken a great risk and while it had been strangely exciting, he told himself he would never do that again. He would tell himself the same thing, every time, for the next few years. Once he did it and saw how natural he looked, he came back time after time to experiment secretly. Each time he would swear to himself that he would never do it again. The anguish he would put himself through was horrible. Tim cried himself to sleep so many nights. The first time he found the courage to go out in public, dressed up, was a few days after he was thrown out of the house. The urge was so strong and it seemed so easy now, with no one to catch him. He was still in mortal fear that someone would see him and say, "Look at that, a boy dressed up as a girl." Some uncontrollable urge made him go out anyway. Tim still wore his wig, even though his own hair was well past his shoulders. His problem was that he had no idea how to style it and he was afraid to try. If it didn’t look just right, he was sure it would give him away. Who could he go to, to learn? Tim walked around the block in a pair of tight jeans and a silk camp shirt. He had on his wig and a pair of low heals. He had spent several hours getting ready and an equal amount of time getting up his nerve to step out the door. He even waited until 10:00 at night to play it safe. When he got back, he fell down in the chair in the living room, exhausted from the tension he felt. Never again, he told himself. A familiar phrase to Tim.

A couple nights later, about the same time, he extended his walk to three blocks. His heart stopped when he had to pass a woman walking her dog. She said hello to him, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Using the high voice he had practiced to perfect for endless hours, he returned her greeting, "Hello."

Tim had gotten away with it so far and he was feeling just a bit of self-confidence. Busses were dimly lit at night. He had a bus stop on his corner. It took him downtown. All the stores had been closed for an hour and he figured he’d get right back on the next buss and go right back home. It worked fine. A couple people spoke to him and he answered them back. He even had a five minute conversation with a lady on the buss with two kids. He had to think fast when she asked him his name. "Tammy," he told her.

The trip did a lot for his confidence.

Tim had taken a big chance when he mail-ordered his wig. If the mailman had delivered it when he wasn’t there to receive it, he would have had a tough time explaining it to his mother and stepfather. His desire outweighed the danger.

He had been using socks to stuff his bra ever since he had started dressing. Now that he was going out of the house he had called an order into Sears for a set of lifelike breasts, the kind that women who have mastectomies use.

He wasn’t there when they came to the apartment to make the delivery so they delivered them to the local store. The store called that night and asked for the lady, Mrs. T Brooks, who had ordered them. Tim collected his wits and in his female voice got back on the phone. "Hello." "Hello Mrs. Brooks. Your order came in today and it’s here for you whenever you can get in to get it." The woman was very polite.

Tim was thrilled. "I’ll send my son in for it tomorrow. Thank you."

"You’re welcome Mrs. Brooks. Goodnight."

Tim went to the mall right after work. He had to race to get home and then to work on time.

He didn’t even have the time to open the box and look. It drove him crazy until he got home. They were everything he hoped they would be. He tried them on and tried on three or four blouses to see how natural they looked with them. He was completely satisfied. They even moved when he did. They felt and looked wonderful.

The pharmacy trip was his next adventure. He needed more cosmetics. He had no lipstick or lipliner. The foundation he had always used was his sisters’ and it wasn’t quite the right shade for him. Her blush had been the wrong shade too. He wanted perfume of his own. Tim already had eye shadows, eyeliner and mascara.

Tim stood outside in the shadows for a long time. He wished he hadn’t put on a skirt, it made him feel so vulnerable. It also made him look more feminine and he felt that the more like a girl he appeared, the less people would notice him. He was on the verge of turning around and walking home when a car pulled into the lot and shined his headlights on him. He felt conspicuous, just standing there. On just an impulse, he headed for the door to the pharmacy. Once committed, he didn’t feel as though he could turn back.

The salesgirl offered to help him but he thanked her saying, "I’m doing fine." Tim didn’t even look up at her as he knelt before the display. He felt that somehow, eye contact would give him away. He breathed a sigh of relief when she walked away. He was sure he would sound strangely ignorant if he asked for her help. It took him a few minutes but he found what he wanted. He even bought a couple of pair of clip-on earrings. He had one pierced ear but there would be no way to explain to the kids at school why he had both ears pierced. None of the guys had both done.

Tim knew his face must be bright red as he stood at the checkout. He felt as though his palms were dripping with sweat as the young girl rang up each item from his basket. The cashier was too busy looking at the stock number of each item to look at the girl on the other side of the counter. It wasn’t until she finished and totaled it that she looked her in the eye. "Twenty-seven, ninety-three is the total." She announced to the girl. As she pulled her wallet out of her purse, the salesgirl couldn’t help but notice how red she was. "Are you all right?"

Tim wasn’t surprised by the question. "I’m fine." He got out a ten and a twenty and handed it to her. "I ran across the parking lot, I thought you were about to close." It was all he could think of to say.

That sounded reasonable to her. Giving her the change, she smiled at the customer. "Thanks, goodnight."

Tim smiled back. "Goodnight." He wasted no time getting home. It was easier than he thought it would be and again, he received no strange looks, even in the bright lights of the store. Nothing went fast enough. School and work dragged. He couldn’t wait to get home at night. Thursday was when he planned his boldest venture yet. It had to be a week night and Thursday was the only night he got off from work early enough. Tim was home by six. He was ready by seven thirty. Tim was too nervous to eat anything. He stood inside his front door in his denim skirt and jacket. He wore a white cotton, short sleeved blouse underneath.

He decided on sneakers and pale blue socks. He had picked up those big exercise socks that the girls push down and bunch up and he had laces to match. He took the laces out of his spotlessly white sneakers and replaced them with the blue ones. They looked enough like a girl’s sneakers that way, he would make do until he could buy a real pair. He had his wallet in his denim purse that hung from the long strap over his shoulder. Tim’s hand rested on the knob for five minutes before he got up the nerve to turn it. He knew that once he stepped outside he was committed. It was still light out and there would be people and children around as he walked to the bus stop.

Tim felt fortunate that his door opened on an alley. Someone might see him but they wouldn’t know what apartment he came out of.

No one paid him any particular attention as he walked down the street to the corner. It was a warm October evening, but not so hot that it caused him to sweat. The perspiration he felt on his back was because he was nervous.

He went to one of the smaller malls in the next town. The buss dropped him off right outside Gaffers department store. He summoned up all his courage and walked in as confident looking as she could manage. He knew that he would have to show confidence to get away with it. It wasn’t easy to muster.

The lingerie department was the scariest place to start and he decided if he could get away with it there, he could get away with it anywhere in the store. Besides, it was right by the exit. Tim was thankful that no sales girl rushed up to help him. He had a pretty good idea what he was after as he made his way between the racks.

Betty saw the brown haired girl when she crossed the isle and started looking through the racks of pajamas. She was too busy at the register to leave it. She looked like she knew what she wanted, she walked right to the nightshirts. The girl that was working the department with her tonight, Karen, was on break and would be back in a few minutes. The girl would have to fend for herself till then.

Tim found what he was looking for. It was a white satin nightshirt with tap pants. He guessed at a size small. With it over his arm he looked around. Underwear was next. Tim wove his way between racks toward the other side of the department. The panties were spread out on tables. He wanted a new bra too, so when he saw the sets of bras and panties, displayed on a rack nearby, he turned and went directly to them. He knew the sizes and it only took him a moment to pick out a white stretch bra, size 34B, and matching string bikinis, Size 6. Tim wanted more than one pair of panties so he went back to the display tables. He knew if he took too long to pick anything out, a salesgirl would see him and zero in. He quickly found the right size and picked out a pair of pink and another pair of white bikinis. Stockings were next, pantyhose. Here he was going to have trouble. Tim had no idea about sizes. He began reading the back of a package. He learned that the right size was based on height and weight. There was a different table on the back of each brand and he was confused. "Oh, Karen. I’m glad you’re back." Betty was still busy at the register and now there were two women and the girl that looked like they needed help. Karen could see why. "Which one’s first?" Karen asked Betty.

Betty pointed, "The girl over by the pantyhose."

Karen walked up behind her, not even thinking she might startle her, when she was only a few feet away, she said, "Hi, may I help you."

Tim didn’t hear her coming, he was surprised but he turned to her, still trying to look confident. In his well-practiced voice he said, "Hi. Yes, I’ve never bought this brand before and I’m not sure of the size. The package is confusing." Tim handed her the package. She didn’t look at him funny when did. He picked up another package to look at, he didn’t want to look her in the eye.

Karen was used to the problem. Everyone had trouble with these size tables.

"Ok, lets figure it out. What do you weigh?" Karen guessed at 115 to 120.

"118." Tim answered.

"And how tall are you?" 5’7" Karen judged. Maybe less, she has a lot of hair. "5’6"." Why was she looking at his hair. He had pinned his wig. It shouldn’t have moved. He’d check in a mirror as soon as he could.

Karen traced across the table on the back of the package and found her size. The package in her hand was it. "You’re and ‘average’. Is this the color you wanted? This is ‘suntan’." "I need two pairs of taupe." Tim said courageously.

Karen went directly to them. "There you are Miss, is there anything else I can help you with?" Karen handed them to her. She looked around and saw that one of the women had left. The other one was still browsing around.

Tim had done fine so far. "I wanted to find a pair of white lace trimmed leggings." Karen thought to herself, that will be easy. I already know her size. "Just follow me." She remarked in her bright and cheery manner as she made a bouncing turn and walked off. Tim did follow. He almost forgot to walk correctly. They passed a mirror on a column. His hair was fine. What was the girl looking at?

Karen walked right to them. "Which length were you looking for? Short, capri or ankle length?"

"Ankle length, please." She was holding what he was looking for. "They come two pairs to a package, One white and one black." Karen raised an eyebrow as if to ask, Ok?

Tim wasn’t about to argue. He figured most girls knew they were sold in twos. If he said he didn’t want them, she might think he was strange. "That’s great." He reached for the package. Karen, seeing that her hands were full, asked, "Why don’t you let me take those things to the checkout for you?"

Tim thought, Ok. "Thanks." He handed everything to her and followed. Betty had just finished with her last customer when Karen approached the register. "Betty, would you ring these things up for the young lady?"

Betty looked up and met the girl’s eyes. She has the prettiest eyes, she thought to herself.

"Sure Karen. How are you this evening?" Betty asked the girl.

Tim would have been happier without the pleasantries. "Fine, thank you." The young woman picked up the sleep set. "This is lovely." She rung it up. She wouldn’t be caught dead in the underwear the young girl picked out but then she wasn’t a pretty young teenager anymore. The leggings found their way into the bag last. Tim stood impatiently waiting as she rung up his total.

"That comes to forty-two dollars and fifty-five cents." Betty waited while the girl took out her wallet.

Tim had expected it to be over fifty. "Great." He handed the woman the money. He put the change back in his wallet.

Betty handed her the bag with her purchases. "Have a nice evening." "Thanks, you too." Tim was relieved to be getting out of there. He didn’t realize it until it was too late that he would have to walk right by the other sales girl in order to leave the department. He would have picked a different route if he had noticed her behind the rack of bathrobes.

Oh, to be young again. Betty thought to herself. The girl had the bounce of youth in her step. "Good night." Karen said to the girl with a smile as she passed. She thought to herself, it wasn’t that long ago that I was a teenager. She envied the girl. "Good night, and thanks." Tim said pleasantly as he passed her. He breathed a sigh of relief when he was out of the department with his purchases.

That wasn’t so bad. What was next? He went over his mental shopping list. Tim headed for the junior’s department. This time he would ask for help immediately when a girl showed up. He took a second to check his hair again in a mirror. He couldn’t see anything wrong with it. It must have been his imagination, he decided. He skirted the department, looking for what he wanted. When he spotted the displays of shorts, he turned in, between the racks. There were several girls in the area but they were busy in their own search for what they wanted. He went directly to the rack of bicycle pants and as he expected, a salesgirl spotted him.

Brandy spotted her first and took off to help her. Laura had beat her to it twice tonight and they worked on commissions. "Hi, can I help you?" She looked like she knew what she wanted. Tim saw her coming. She was young, not much older than him. Was she more astute than the last two older women? She made Tim nervous. "I was just trying to find my size." He didn’t pay much attention to her, he concentrated on finding the shorts in his size. He knew that he needed the same size as the panties he bought a few minutes ago. What bothered him was that the shorts were only marked small, medium or large.

"You’re definitely a small." Brandy told her. She was sure she already knew it but it never hurts to compliment a customer. Brandy grabbed a pair off the rack. "These would look fantastic on you with your coloring." The girl had beautiful brown hair, the bright floral ones would definitely be right for her.

They were so bright and colorful. He had planned on buying a plain white pair but. "Ok, I’ll take them." As nervous as he was, he was easily swayed.

That was easy, thought Brandy. "You want the top too, don’t you." She won’t give her a chance to think about it. "It’s right here." She grabbed one from the size seven section off the rack and showed her the red sleeveless crop top. "The red looks the best with that print." He hadn’t planned on buying a top like that but it would look great with it. He had to worry about his money, there were a few other things he wanted too. "How much is it?" Brandy continued to bubble with enthusiasm, "If you buy it with the shorts it’s only fourteen dollars."

It would be tight but he could afford it. "I’ll take it. I wanted to find a pair of plain white walking shorts, the kind with the cuffs and the high belted, paper bag waist." He had seen them in a catalog.

Brandy had to think for a second. "We’ve got em." She said with a smile and turned and took off at a fast walk.

Tim followed her. When she found them and held them up, they were exactly what he was looking for. "Perfect."

There was no doubt that she wore a size seven, Brandy didn’t even bother asking and the girl obviously trusted her. "What else can I show you?" This was too easy. "I’d like to find a top to go with the shorts?" The salesgirl dressed the way he wanted to look.

Let her pick something out, he took a chance.

Brandy was having fun. She liked customers like her. "I know the perfect blouse and it’s on sale. I’ve been waiting to get it myself." She took off again. Tim thought she was funny and cute. She certainly had energy. He followed her again. The girl was well ahead of him. She held up a two tone, blue chambray shirt with lace trim on the short sleeves.

"Is this perfect or what?" She said with a big smile. Brandy loved it.

Tim agreed. He nodded.

"Great, I knew you’d love it." Brandy said, smiling.

Tim was having trouble hanging on to everything.

Brandy saw her struggling, "I’ll take care of them for you." Tim was a little relieved. There was just one more outfit he wanted. He knew he shouldn’t, but he really wanted a black spandex skirt and a top to go with it. He found the rack of skirts before the girl returned.

"I’m going to take this and I want to get a blouse with it." Tim was becoming more and more relaxed.

Brandy went crazy, "Please, please. I know just the top."

Tim couldn’t help but smile at her. "OK, show me." The girl didn’t go as far this time and the top she produced was again perfect. It was a pale pink cotton nylon blend with a lacy trim on the open neckline and short sleeves.

Brandy didn’t have to sell the girl, she could see it in her eyes. Tim knew he had to stop. He had allowed himself a little extra and he spent it. The girl took the skirt and blouse and Tim stopped to just glance at another blouse for a second. He walked up to the desk where the girl was standing and looked for his things. Brandy looked up, surprised to see the girl standing in front of her. "Oh, hi. I put everything in the third stall for you." She said smiling than turned back to what she had been doing. The third stall? Then it dawned on him. She expects me to try everything on. Tim stood there vacillating. He hadn’t planned on that. He couldn’t go into the girl’s dressing room. Brandy looked up again and saw that she was still standing there. It dawned on her, "You don’t know where the dressing rooms are. I’m so stupid, let me show you." They were around the corner and if she had never shopped here before, she couldn’t know. There was no way out of it, he followed her into the dressing rooms, terrified. There were half a dozen girls in there trying things on. The stalls only had five foot high walls with short curtains in front. What was he going to do?

"I’ll hang on to that for you." Brandy reached for her bag.

"Oh, thanks." Tim gave it to her. She pulled the curtain closed when he numbly stepped in.

"If you need any help just call me. I’m Brandy."

The girl left him there. Tim adjusted the curtain. Brandy hadn’t closed it all the way. Waist up, was all he could see of anyone. Except the girl in the next stall. Her, he could see all of. How was he going to take off his skirt and blouse here? Surely someone will notice that he’s wearing falsies. If he takes off his skirt and the girl in the next stall should just happen to take a look, she’d get the shock of her life. It wasn’t that he was well hung, he wasn’t big at all, in fact, he felt it was embarrassingly small. But it did still bulge out the flimsy material of his panties. Tim couldn’t just stand there forever. He turned away from the girl on the other side of the wall and dropped his skirt. He quickly pulled up the bicycle shorts tucking himself well between his legs. He pushed and pulled until his male member didn’t show. Still facing away from everyone, he took off his blouse and put on the crop top. He quickly shifted and adjusted the forms in his bra. He was satisfied that he looked all right.

The mirrors were the next problem. They were at either end of the dressing room, one by the entrance and one at the back wall.

Tim chose the one at the back wall. There was only one girl between him and it, in a stall. There were four or five girls at the other end. He felt a little awkward as he walked toward the rear of the dressing room. He watched his reflection as he walked right up to the mirror. He liked what he saw, he was convincing. The outfit fit tight, just like it was supposed to, on a girl. He liked it. The bright print shorts with the red top looked terrific. "I told you." Her image in the mirror had blocked her view. Brandy had walked up right behind her. "You look good in that, you have the shape for it. A slim waist and slender hips." He didn’t turn around. He could see her well enough in the mirror. Tim took a better look at himself. He agreed. "I do like it."

"Great. Why don’t you go try on the others?" She had other customers to tend to. Tim went back and, with the same care, put on the other two outfits and checked himself out in the mirror. The salesgirl didn’t come back until he had finished putting his clothes back on. He was glad that was over. It didn’t feel right being in here with all these girls half dressed. He was safe from discovery but he felt like a peeping tom.

He handed one hundred and ten dollars to the girl at the desk. It was a lot to spend but it was worth it.

Tim had one last stop to make. He stepped into the safety of the main aisle again. He was sure no salesgirl ever attacked a customer when they were in the main aisle. The shoe department was next. Tim stood in the aisle looking in. He had seen an ad in the paper for what he wanted. Two pair of flats for twenty dollars. He definitely needed flats. He had a pair of low white heals and the sneakers, but that was all. He had to have flats for the outfits he bought tonight.

Tim spotted the shoes he was looking for and walked into the department, still unsure of himself but not nearly as nervous as he had been earlier. It was becoming less threatening. At least here he only had to take off his sneakers and socks.

"May I help you Miss.?" She was cute. He wondered how old she was. She to be what . . . 17? That was old enough. He was only 19.

The guy surprised Tim. He quickly collected his wits. This was really strange. He had worried about being able to fool the salesgirls, it never occurred to him that he’d have to deal with a guy.

Tim stood by the sale display, "Do you have that white flat, the one with the bow, in a size eight." Tim pointed to the shoe he wanted. He was particularly careful with his voice and avoided looking directly at the guy.

"I think so, let me go look. I’ll be right back, don’t go away." She had a sexy voice too. What the hell was that size she told me? I think she said a size eight but she looked more like a seven and a half, he thought to himself.

Tim sat and took off his sneakers and socks while he waited. He remembered when he sat to keep his knees together and slide his feet back to one side when he sat down. He practiced a lot at home, he didn’t have any trouble remembering now.

Tim watched as the salesman came toward him, coming through the curtain from the back room.

"I grabbed you a pair of peds, I thought you might need them." He sat in front of her on his little stool.

Tim slipped on the little stocking feet. The tiny stockings wanted to slip off his feet. He quickly put his feet into the white shoes the young man set in front of him. He checked the sides and toe. Ha, he was right about the size. With a smile, he told the girl, "You have daintier feet than you thought. These are seven and a half’s." He gave her his best smile.

Tim couldn’t help but smile back. It was an impulse. Was the guy flirting with him, Tim wondered? Impossible!

The shoes were very comfortable. Tim was surprised that the smaller size fit but they felt good. He sat back down. "Would you bring me out a black pair, the ones with the little buckle, in the same size?" Tim had never received this kind of attention before, when shopping as a guy. It was nice in a way.

"Sure, I’d be happy to." Nice legs he thought to himself as he headed into the stockroom again.

The guy returned quickly. This time he took the girl’s ankle and slid the shoes on her foot for her.

He was flirting. Tim couldn’t believe it. Did he look that good? Na.

Tim took both pair of shoes. The guy continued to go out of his way to be friendly with Tim.

He thought it was comical.

That was it. He had gotten what he came for tonight and it went beautifully. He had almost stayed within his budget.

Tim hurried outside. The buss was due, NOW. He caught it, luckily. He would have had to stand there and wait for an hour for the last one.

There was no one around as he walked from the buss stop or when he opened the back door and went up the stairs to his dark apartment. He laid out his new things and looked them over again. He was really happy with them.

He took off the tags as he hung each item up in his closet. One side was Tim’s and the other was Tammy’s. They shared the dresser too.

Tim was exhausted. He undressed and removed his makeup and earrings. He cleansed and moisturized his face, as he had done every night for years now. He slept in his new nightshirt. He felt good about himself as he fell asleep.

It was Friday and school was a bore, nobody did anything. The end of the day began a two- week holiday.

Tim only had to work tonight and then he’d start his two-week vacation. He deserved it, he worked hard. It had been a year since he missed a day of work. The night dragged out. No one does grocery shopping on Friday night. Tim still didn’t get home until ten and he was beat. Tim poured himself a soda and sat down to watch tv. He couldn’t concentrate on anything. As wonderful as he had felt the night before, he felt sad and confused tonight. What he was doing was wrong. It served no purpose. He rationalized that it also did no harm but was that true? It had gotten him thrown out of the house with very clear instructions not to come back. He didn’t know what drove him to dress up but he wanted to shake it off. He put everything away in a box that night, including the new things he had bought and his precious wig. He had every intention of throwing it out in the morning. He wouldn’t, of course.

It was a beautiful day. He went to the beach to get his mind off his worries. He took the buss. Most kids his age had friends that drove, not Tim. His looks had been responsible for his difficulty with making friends easily too.

He laid there most of the day, he read and sat and watched other people have a good time. Tim took care of himself, he used sun screen. The one thing he had learned was to take care of his skin and that he would never give up.

He laid there thinking, why did he have to give up what he enjoyed? Nobody gave a damn about him. No one cared what he did or didn’t do so why should he stop doing the one thing that gave him so much pleasure?

Tim would have to stop one day, he knew that in his heart. He would find a girl, a girl that really cared about him and he would put away these desires. Until that day, why stop? His emotions were in turmoil.

Storm clouds rolled in about 4:00 and Tim packed it up. He caught the buss home. Back in his sanctuary, he unpacked the box and returned all of Tammy’s things to their places. He ironed the things he had wrinkled. He could throw them out another day. He felt better but he didn’t dress up that night. He went to the mall as himself. That was where the kids from school hung out on weekends. Maybe tonight would be the night he would make a new friend. Maybe he might even meet a girl.

Tim grabbed a bite at the food court. He saw some people from school but they only acknowledged him, they didn’t invite him to join them.

Tim walked the mall. He passed more kids he knew. Most said hi, but when they’d pass, when they thought he was out of earshot, he’d hear snickering. After about an hour he gave up and went to the movies, alone. It was far from the first time he’d been hurt and disappointed. He got home about eleven thirty. Even the movie didn’t help him take his mind off how he felt. It was another of those nights when he cried himself to sleep. The sky promised rain when he got up late Sunday morning. Tim read the paper. He particularly enjoyed the circulars. He would check out all the sales of Junior’s clothes. He sat there daydreaming, he had really enjoyed shopping Thursday night. He had forgotten the scary moments already.

"Oh, the hell with it, I’m going." He knew there would be kids from school there but he didn’t care anymore. Who would recognize him if he did run into someone? No one! It didn’t take him long to get ready. He had used the lotion earlier in the week, to get rid of the fine hair on his legs and his underarms. He wasn’t shaving yet so all he had to do was put on his makeup, his wig and get dressed.

Tim had been saving his money since he could remember. He could easily blow his entire last paycheck to make himself feel good. He had almost two hundred and fifty dollars in his purse. He could pick up a dozen outfits, if he watched the sales.

The only thing that stopped him from buying many of the things he wanted was his fear of those dressing rooms. He knew now that there wasn’t so much to be afraid of. As Tim had so often, he wondered what it was that drove him to do what he did. He used to be content to just dress up at home but that had changed as he learned he was accepted as a girl by the people he encountered. Was it the risks he was now taking that made it so exciting, so compelling?

Tim finished off his soda and took a deep breath. He stood up. Enough stalling, he thought to himself.

He really liked the white shorts and light blue blouse, it looked good on him. He had on his new underwear. Even his new shoes. He slung his purse over his shoulder and started for J C Pennys. They had the best sales he had seen in the paper that morning. He was constantly aware of his movements, the way he walked and carried himself. Pam, Nancy and her friends were bored to death. They didn’t have any money to go shopping and their boyfriends were all playing football at the high school. The girls had been window shopping, but even that gets old when you have no money. The others wanted to go to the movies but Nancy and Pam were really broke. They were sitting on the outer edge of the food court, near the main mall.

Nancy was very pretty, with big brown eyes and a little pixie nose. Her smile made people take an instant liking to her. Her long, light brown hair was teased up on top and streaked with blond highlights.

Pam was a natural blonde with deep blue eyes that were hard for the boys to look away from. She had the whitest, straightest teeth of anyone in school. She looked like she just stepped off the cover of a modeling magazine. They used to kid her that her father, a plastic surgeon, had done a wonderful job on her.

"Go ahead," Nancy told the others. "We’ll be here."

Pam was going to hang around with Nancy. Neither of them wanted to admit to the others that they didn’t even have enough money for the movies. Some of their friends were working in the mall, they’d go pester them when they finished their sodas. Their friends took off. Their group was very popular in school. Nancy was the youngest one Pam had ever accepted in her click. These were the cheerleaders and the glamour types. Nancy lost a lot of her old friends when she started hanging around with them almost a year ago but that was in the past and she was happy to be one of them now. What you wore and who you went out with was very important to them. She made a lot of changes in her life to fit in and she was happy. Pam was their leader and she took the responsibility seriously. Lots of girls wanted to join her little group but only a few were good enough. Most who tried were either too immature or they weren’t pretty enough. She wasn’t about to be seen with geeks. Nancy had been her creation, she brought her into the group. It hadn’t been easy to shape and mold her. Her friends, at the beginning of freshman year, were definitely beneath her. And her clothes, the way she dressed, was too too tacky. But she was anxious and willing to change so Pam had taken a chance on her. She turned out alright. They were good friends now. It was even easier this time. Maybe it was that he was more confident. Without the help of a salesgirl, Tim found a blue sleeveless knit dress with white polka dots. He found it on the clearance rack. On the same rack was a gray pleated skirt. Together they were only twenty-two dollars.

The white crepe "T", to go with the skirt, was only ten dollars on sale. He found a shorts outfit that looked good on him. The top was a ten-button Henley print that went with a short pair of cuffed pale pink shorts. The set was only twenty-five dollars. Tim was much more at ease in Penny’s dressing room. The walls were high and they had doors. They even had mirrors inside the stalls. It wasn’t bad at all. No one gave him a second glance as he entered, except the salesgirl that counted the articles he took in with him. He bought sneakers for only twenty and a pair of 2" black leather pumps on sale for twenty- six.

Tim was thrilled. He had three more outfits and shoes for only about one hundred and ten dollars. He had another hundred and forty he could blow.

He left Pennys and walked past the food, giving it a wide berth, on his way to Lerners. At Lerners, he found the white bicycle pants he had looked for the other night. They were on sale for twelve dollars. He also found an oversized top, a blue and white rugby strip with long sleeves. He could wear it over his leggings or with his jeans or his denim skirt. It was only ten dollars. Hair accessories were on sale. Tim picked out a white bow. He didn’t know how he was going to use it with his wig, but he wanted it anyway. It was pretty. Nancy just happened to be looking in that direction when she saw the girl come out of Lerners. If it hadn’t been for the two big bags, she probably wouldn’t have noticed. "Who’s that?" She asked Pam. The girl was walking away from them now.

"I don’t know, I can’t see her face." Pam dismissed it and turned away.

It bothered Nancy. For just a split second she had seen her face and she looked familiar.

Nancy watched her walk into the Limited. She let it go.

Tim had seen the sale ad for a white denim mini skirt at the Limited. They had his size but only with an elasticized paper bag waist. He took it for eighteen dollars. They also had two for one, pocket crew neck tees. He picked out one in red and a turquoise one for ten dollars. They had a necklace and earring set on sale for fifteen dollars. The earrings were convertible, they could be either clip-on or pierced.

Denim Den had jeans on sale for twenty-two dollars. That was his next stop. No one had the slightest inkling that he wasn’t what he appeared to be. He wasn’t nearly as nervous any more. The knot in his stomach was loosening.

Pam was tired of sitting. "Let’s walk."

Nancy was agreeable. As they were approaching the Limited, the girl she had noticed earlier came out and turned in front of them, walking away. She was about twenty feet away when Nancy saw her again. She tugged on Pam’s sleeve. "There she is again." "Who?" What was Nancy’s problem?

"That girl, she’s right in front of us with all the bags. The one with the brown hair." It really bothered her.

"I still can’t see her face. What’s your problem? It’s just some girl." Pam had better things to think about. She had spotted John, her old boyfriend, walking toward them with Debra, his latest. Nancy was still fixed on the girl. "Let’s catch up to her, I swear I know her from somewhere." "Not now Nancy. You go ahead if you want but I’m staying here. John and Debra are coming and I have something to say to her." Pam had really liked John and she blamed Debra for their break up. She was going to get a piece of her mind.

The girl was getting farther and farther away. The hell with it, Nancy thought to herself. So what if I know her or not.

She sat next to Pam to wait for her ex and his ‘new woman’. Pam was probably going to blast her.

It was a good thing they were stretch jeans. They were even tighter than his other pair but they looked terrific on him. A guy even made a comment as he stood in front of the mirror. Tim turned and smiled at him before he realized what he was doing. Tim turned back to the mirror quickly, embarrassed.

Maas Brothers had a dress. The second he saw it, he had to have it. It was a two-piece outfit. A garden floral print on a black background. It had a fitted cropped jacket with lightly padded shoulders. The yoked skirt had three tiers of ruffles and a back zipper. This was the fourth time today he had tried on clothes and he was careful in the dressing rooms to take a stall far away from everyone else.

The salesgirl, a woman about 30, thought it looked absolutely charming on the girl. She told her, "You’ll just have to get a pair of black stockings to wear with that dress. Do you have a slip for it or will you need one?"

Tim didn’t need much convincing. "I’ll need both, you’re right." He didn’t need to try on the slip.

The woman was really friendly and Tim liked her. She was very outgoing and could tell that Tim was excited about the dress. Her enthusiasm was infectious and Tim couldn’t help but to reflect her high spirits.

He had spent a total of two hundred and forty-five dollars and decided it was time to quit. He looked at his watch. There was almost forty minutes before the bus was due. He’d walk slowly back through the mall and just window shop.

Pam embarrassed Nancy. Debra deserved the blasting, but the middle of the mall was not the place for a screaming contest. John had just walked away when Pam started getting loud. Nancy just stood back a few feet and tried not to look as if she were with Pam. Tim was pretty well weighed down by now. The dresses were both on hangers and he was juggling the four packages in his hands.

He just glanced in the window as he walked by. There it was on the mannequin, the prettiest, sheerest, most delicate teddy he had ever seen. It drew him into Victoria’s Secret like a magnet. Nancy spotted her as she turned into Victoria’s Secret. "There she is again. I just have to get a good look at her."

"If you must, but lets try not to look too obvious, just in case she isn’t who you think she is.

Come on, we’ll just sit over there and you can see her as she leaves the store." They sat on a bench and Pam lit up. They weren’t too obvious and they didn’t think the girl would notice them watching with the big plant partially in the way. "May I help you?" Pat thought to herself, seeing all the packages, she’s had quite a day shopping.

Tim had seen her coming and was ready. "There’s a teddy in your window, the one on the mannequin."

"It’s really beautiful, Do you want to try it on?" Pat knew the one she was referring to, she had put that one out there herself and really liked it. She looked at the girl and guessed at a small. "Yes, please." Tim replied with a smile.

"You would take a small?" She knew she would.

"Yes, I think so." It was so easy now. He really was enjoying himself. All the sales people were so friendly and they accepted him as a girl without a sideward glance. Pat went and got it for her. "Come with me and we’ll find you an empty dressing room." Tim had been sure that, in this kind of store, the dressing rooms would be private enough to try the skimpy lingerie on. He was relieved when he learned that he was right. "I’ll hold your packages at the desk for you." They weren’t allowed to let customers in the dressing room with their packages.

"Thanks, they are getting heavy." It was a relief.

"I’ll be right outside when you’re done." Pat was sure she had a sale. Tim loved the way it looked and felt on him. He didn’t fill it out the way it was made to be, but that was ok. He was bothered by the price tag. It was thirty dollars. After debating with himself for a moment, Tim decided that he had the money and it made him feel good. He would take it.

He handed it to the girl and she rung it up. Tim had just enough cash to cover it. "It really is pretty. You’ll enjoy it. Have a nice day." She really looked happy with it. She wished she had the money to buy it. Pat handed her the packages she had been holding for her at the counter.

He would enjoy it, even if he was the only person who would ever see it on him. But that didn’t matter. It was so pretty and so delicate.

Tim took his things. It took him a moment to get comfortable so he wouldn’t lose anything.

He was very happy. "Thanks a lot. You have a nice day too." That was definitely it. He had no cash left except for bus fare. He started out of the busy store, squeezing past the other customers.

Tim’s heart skipped a beat. He stopped in his tracks about twenty feet from the front of the shop and turned away from the entrance. He saw Nancy and her friend on a bench just outside the store.

What was he going to do? Surely Nancy would recognize him. She had been the one girl he had been really serious about a few years ago. They had been very close before she gave in to the peer pressure from her girlfriends and dumped him. He had cared about her, a lot. Tim couldn’t just stand there forever and it didn’t look as if they were about to leave any time soon. He was far enough back in the store that they probably wouldn’t notice him. He tried to collect himself for the umpteenth time that day but he couldn’t stop himself from shaking.

"Was there something else you wanted to see?" Pat had noticed her from the desk. Maybe she wanted something else?

Tim was startled by the salesgirl. "No, thanks. I was just looking around." Could she see him shaking?

"Ok, have a nice day." Oh well. It was worth a try. Pat walked back to the desk. Tim knew he had to leave now. He held his head up and tried to look as though he were in control. It was not how he felt on the inside. He started walking, not letting his eyes drift in Nancy’s direction. The last thing he wanted was eye contact with her. He made a sharp right outside the store and, in a pace that wouldn’t draw attention, headed toward the food court and his exit.

Nancy saw her coming, at last. While she was still pretty far away, she saw that she had even more bags that when she had seen her earlier. As she got closer, Nancy studied her face. She definitely knew her but she couldn’t think from where. The girl turned to her right and slowly walked away from them.

"Well, was she someone you know?" Pam had looked but didn’t recognize her. She was done with her cigarette. "Can we go now? We should get up to the food court to meet the others." Pam was tired of sitting there. It was boring.

"I swear I know her from someplace but I can’t remember where." It was really bothering her. They got up and started walking. The girl was only about twenty feet in front of them, walking along at an easy pace.

Something drew Nancy’s eyes to the girl’s legs. There was an odd little birthmark right behind her left knee. It hit Nancy like a ton of bricks. She grabbed Pam’s arm and stopped them both. Nancy’s hand covered her mouth in shock.

"What’s wrong?" Pam asked. She looked like she’d seen a ghost.

Nancy turned to Pam. "I know who that girl is." She couldn’t believe what she saw.

"Who is she?" Why the melodramatics, Pam wondered.

Nancy started walking fast, pulling her friend along with her. "That ‘girl’ is not a girl. That ‘girl’ is Tim Hynes." She wanted to catch up to him.

"You’re kidding!" She was shocked. "Isn’t that the kid in your grade that you went out with once?" Pam knew Nancy wasn’t kidding. She thought back to the face she had seen and knew that Nancy was right.

"Yes, I can’t believe it. Did you get a good look at him just then. He was as natural looking as any girl as I’ve ever seen. He was actually pretty." Nancy remembered how Tim was always being teased about how much he looked like a girl. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. "We’ve got to catch up to him. This could be fun." Pam’s mind was racing. He really was attractive. If Nancy hadn’t told her who he was she would never have known in a million years that he wasn’t a girl. There were a number of ways they could have fun with him. Nancy only hesitated for a second. She knew she had to go along with whatever Pam wanted to do. That was ok, she supposed. She almost wished she hadn’t told Pam. It was too late now. They got up really close by the time he reached the food court. Pam was the first one to say anything as they waked up on either side of him. Nancy on his left and Pam on his right. He prayed they didn’t notice him. It was hard to walk slow, he wanted to run. Not just to the buss but all the way home and slam and lock his apartment door and get out of these clothes as fast as possible. He didn’t dare look back in case they were behind him. Tim felt someone passing him on his left. No, on both sides. He must be walking too slow.

He should speed up.

"Hi Timmy." Pam said melodiously when she was right beside him.

Nancy chimed in from his other side. "Hello Timmy. You look particularly lovely today."

Was he crazy, dressing up this way, she thought to herself? Oh God! Should he run? Should he stop and try to explain? To these two, not a chance of them understanding. Tim stopped and looked straight ahead, his heart in his throat. He couldn’t say a word.

Nancy and Pam each took an arm. Pam steered him toward the food court. "Why don’t we go get a drink together Timmy?" Pam’s accent, like before, was on the "Timmy." "Yes. That’s a wonderful idea. You must be so thirsty after all the shopping you’ve been doing." Nancy couldn’t get over how he looked, even close up. He was even wearing makeup. Did he have a choice, he asked himself? God, he wished he could just run away. He turned and looked at Nancy. He didn’t like the look on her face. "Please, just let me go. I just want to leave." Tim whispered in his normal voice.

Pam answered before Nancy could speak. "But Timmy, we just thought we’d have a little talk, you know, just girl talk." There was no way he was going to get away from her. They were going to have some fun.

What was in Nancy’s expression was contempt. How could he make such a fool of himself? Pam was right, they should have some fun with him. The others would be back from the movies in a few minutes and they just had to see him.

"Timmy, if you are a good girl and come with us, we won’t pull off that lovely wig and show everyone in the mall that you’re really a boy. Now, you would like that drink, wouldn’t you?" Nancy whispered in his ear.

Pam was close enough to hear and thought what Nancy told him was just delightful. Not that. God, please not that. "Yes." He wanted to die, to just crawl in a hole and die. He let them lead him to a table.

"That’s a good girl." Nancy said, smiling.

Nancy only got them one soda as Pam kept him company. That’s all they could afford. They made him sit at ‘their’ table. The one their group always used when they came to the mall. The girls gave him a close examination. They hadn’t paid him much attention in a very long time. He really was skinny and shapely. Pam wanted to know, "Are your boobs real?" She was kidding. She really didn’t think they were but they looked very natural on him. Tim didn’t answer. He didn’t even look at them, he stared down at the table, too ashamed to look at either of them.

When he didn’t answer, Pam got angry. What right did this freaky little pervert have ignoring me? She poked him in his right breast. It felt real. "You better answer me when I talk to you little girl."

Nancy knew Pam would humiliate him right in front of everyone and she also knew it would be mortifying for them too. "You better do as she says." Nancy looked at Pam. "Be careful, you don’t want to embarrass us at the same time."

Nancy was right. She’d keep her voice down. "So you like dressing up as a girl. Do you like boys too?"

Tim only had a one word answer for her. "No." He knew there was nothing he could say to them that they wouldn’t make fun of him about. Maybe they’d get tired of him and let him go, he prayed they would.

"Who’s your friend?" Sue asked as she walked up to Pam and Nancy. Sue was a little annoyed that they let a stranger sit at their table. Patty, who had gone to the movie with Sue, just sat down.

Sue was tall and skinny with her yellow blond hair cut short, in a crop cut. She had deep green eyes and her nose was in proportion to her height, long and slender. She had full puffy lips that were an invitation to the boys.

Patty was as short as Sue was tall. She was no more than 5’ 2". Her light brown hair was a little darker than Nancy’s. Her little turned up nose looked perfectly in proportion to her little puckered mouth. Brown eyes and long lashes gave the impression she was made from the mold of a porcelain doll.

"She’s an old friend of Nancy’s." Pam would have a little fun with them. "We were just going to the bathroom. Come with us, we have a surprise for you." Nancy could just imagine what Pam was going to do. The idea of taking Tim into the ladies room was exciting. She grabbed a few of his packages and stood up to go. Pam grabbed the rest and she got up.

Tim was too afraid to move.

Nancy wanted to tell him to get up but she didn’t want to call him Tim or Timmy. That would ruin the surprise. She thought fast. "Come on Tina, let’s go. We’ll help you with your packages." She put her free hand under his arm.

If he didn’t get up there would be a fuss made, right here in the middle of all these people. He followed Pam with Nancy at his side and the others brought up the rear. Tim didn’t want to go into the lady’s room. He didn’t want to go anywhere with them. He had to go to the bathroom but he had planned on holding it until he got home. His nervousness didn’t help his full bladder.

Pam opened the door and the others followed her in. They waited until the two women in the bathroom left. Pam locked the door behind them. Now they wouldn’t be interrupted. "Ok, what’s the surprise." Sue wanted to know. She hated suspense. Her curiosity would kill her one day.

"You may know our friend ‘Tina’ here." Nancy suggested to them. They took a good look. Patty answered for them both. "I’ve never seen her before. What’s this all about?"

Nancy and Pam were nearly bursting.

Tim stood in front of the stall doors, silent, with his head lowered. He wished he was dead. "You really don’t remember her?" Pam asked. She enjoyed dragging it out. She knew it annoyed Sue.

"Stop fooling around, who is she?" Enough, thought Sue, looking at the girl again.

"You tell them Nancy." Pam watched their faces.

She was happy to. "You guys remember that kid in my class, Tim. The one with the really pretty face? The one that looks a lot like a girl?"

You could hear the intake of breath as they recognized him.

"Oh my God." Said Sue, staring at him.

Patty walked up to him and lifted his chin. "This is unbelievable."

"Is that his real hair?" Sue wanted to know. She walked over and pulled at his bangs.

Tim reacted and brushed her hand away. They were talking about him as if he wasn’t there.

Sue was too stunned to be angry at him.

"It’s a wig." Nancy injected. It really looked good on him.

"What’s he wearing under those clothes?" Sue wanted to see. "Show them ‘Tina’." Pam liked the name that Nancy had picked for him. "Open your blouse and shorts. I want to see too." She took a threatening step toward him. He could handle two of them but what about the others. If he put up a fight, they could leave him in here in worse shape than when he came in. They could take his wig, easily. He had two hundred and ninety dollars worth of clothes in the bags they were holding. He didn’t want to lose them. Worse, would be his embarrassment.

Nancy joined Pam and they both took another step in his direction. Nancy could see that he was terrified. He deserved to be.

"Enough fooling around." Pam reached for his belt. She didn’t like being kept waiting. She looked at him and didn’t see a boy. She saw a timid, annoying girl who wasn’t doing what she told her to do and she wasn’t accustomed to that.

"I’ll do it." He felt meek and completely out of control. Tim opened his belt and zipped his zipper down. His shorts didn’t drop, his hips held them up. He had a narrow waist. They all just stood looking at him. His blouse was next. He unbuttoned it from the bottom to the top. Nancy reached over and pulled his fly open for them to see his white lacy panties and bra with its fillers. "He really does want to be a girl." Sue was shocked and delighted at the same time.

"He’s strange." Agreed Patty.

"I think we should help him be as feminine as he can be. Don’t you girls agree?" Pam was turning over ideas in her mind.

Sue was quick to agree. "Oh yes, definitely." She had ideas of her own. Nancy agreed with Pam and Sue. By Tim’s doing this, she felt that he had cast a shadow on her reputation. She wanted to get even and agreeing to go along with anything Pam and Sue wanted to do to him would only help her, in their eyes.

"Gina’s working this afternoon. Let’s take him down there and see what she can do with him." Sue was anxious to do something, anything. If his hair was even the least bit long under that wig, Gina would be able to do something with it.

"That’s a great idea." Patty wanted to see him humiliated and that was a good start. Tim had finished redressing before Sue unlocked the door. It was a good thing. Three highly annoyed women were waiting to come in when the door opened. He didn’t know what they had planned for him or who this Gina was. All he could do was go with them.

The beauty shop was at the far end of the mall. Sue went in and found her friend while the others waited outside.

Gina’s boss usually didn’t work on sundays and this one was no exception. "Sure we can use the private room but what’s going on. Who is this girl that you want me to work on?" It was four o’clock and she had no one else scheduled today. The other girls still had one or two customers to finish but they wouldn’t bother them. "Bring her in."

They all brought him in and they all gathered in the back room to wait for Gina. They put Tim in the chair.

She knew almost instantly that the girl was wearing a wig. "What’s going on? Do you want me to restyle her wig?"

"Gina, I would like to introduce you to Tim." With that, Pam pulled the wig from his head.

He looked odd with his real hair all tied in a flat bun.

Tim was beside himself. He couldn’t talk, all he could do was fill up with tears. He wiped them away before they ran down his cheek.

The girls told Gina the story. When Gina got over the shock, she agreed, "It’ll be fun, he’s got beautiful hair." She had untied the big flat bun on the back of his head and let his hair fall down past his shoulders a good four inches. "There’s lots of things we can do but I think we probably better start with a wash and rinse. I want to put some highlights in there for him." He felt helpless, like a puppet. He tried to object several times. All they said was. "Go ahead and leave but we’ll follow you and announce to the world what you are, a freak."

She washed Tim’s hair and put in the blond highlights.

Off to the side, out of earshot of Tim, Pam asked Gina to, "Perm his hair so that he will look like a girl, even if he tries to disguise it."

"I could give him a really tight curly perm." Gina suggested.

Nancy was listening. "No, give him big soft curls. He will look much prettier that way."

Pam looked annoyed at Nancy.

Nancy went on to say, "We can give him a tighter perm later if we want to." Pam could picture how he’d look. She hated to admit that Nancy was right. She turned to Gina. "I agree. Go ahead and do his hair Nancy’s way."

"I’ll take good care of your little girl, don’t worry. The perm I’m going to give him will look great." This was fun for her and he deserved the full treatment for what he did, pretending to be one of them. He was a sick little perv.

"Gina, I’d appreciate it if you would keep this quiet. We want to have some fun with him and if anyone else found out it might ruin everything." Pam was really insistent. "I won’t tell a sole. I wish I could join you girls, it sounds like fun." She could almost imagine what someone like Pam might have in mind. The boy was going to be sorry he ran into her. His hair was full and thick after a layered cut and big curly perm. Gina teased the top so it was full in front. She gave him long bangs and streaked them just a little. They all watched as Gina transformed him. He looked pretty convincing with the wig but it didn’t compare to the way he looked now. His hair framed, and drew attention, to his pretty features. He was in style with the girls his age.

"Aren’t his eyebrows a little too bushy?" Sue thought as she looked in the mirror at the finished style.

"Definitely, they need to be plucked and shaped." Pam and Patty agreed. He’d hate to, but he would cut his hair when they were done with him and left him alone, but what was he going to do about his eyebrows. He supposed he could pencil them in, maybe no one would notice.

It took Gina a while to get them just the shape she wanted, plucking like crazy, but the time was well spent. He was so much prettier now with the thinner, shorter brows that swept up from the middle and curved over his eyes.

Gina finished, "That’s about it. What are you going to do with him now?" They had talked about that while Gina worked on him. Sue wanted to take him to the beach and cruse for a while. See if they could pick up someone new and have some fun with ‘Tina’. Patty suggested that they go and meet the guys and grab a pizza. Sue liked Patty’s idea. So did Pam.

Nancy was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable about how far they were taking this, she kept quiet.

Pam surprised them. She wasn’t going with them. "I need to go and check something out, but I think you ought to take him to meet the guys. I’ll meet you back at his place at eight. Ok?" They had gone through his purse and Pam knew the building. The apartment was in his name so it was safe to assume that he lived alone.

Of course, they agreed. Tim heard none of this, he was still in the back room with Gina, she was finishing him up.

Tim assumed they were finished humiliating him and that he could go home. He certainly wasn’t worried about the way he looked. He had to admit he looked better than he ever did. He wouldn’t admit to them that he liked it. It made him sick that he would have to cut off all of his hair if the perm and coloring didn’t wash out. It had taken him so long to grow it. They escorted him from the back room. They had his packages. Gina called after them, as they were leaving, "What do you want me to do with this?" She held up the wig.

Pam looked back. "Trash it. Tina doesn’t need it anymore." Tim thought she had put it in one of the bags. He didn’t care, he wouldn’t need it again. He watched as Gina threw it in the trash. A small feeling of loss swept over him. Pam saw the look on his face as his wig went in the trash. Too bad, she thought to herself.

It was six o’clock and the mall had closed. There were very few people left walking around.

They took him to a different door than where he came in, where the buss stopped. "The buss comes to the other side of the mall. Can’t you just let me go out that way?" He just wanted to go home, they had their fun, he was humiliated enough. Everyone would know about today in a few hours. These girls were famous for spreading gossip. He knew his life was going to be hell.

"We want you to come with us Tina. We’ll take you home." Nancy tried to make the suggestion sound sincere.

Tim didn’t like the idea. The sick feeling in his stomach was getting worse. It wasn’t raining any longer but the sky was still heavily overcast. The weather matched his mood, dismal.

After they put his things in the trunk, they sandwiched him in the back seat of Patty’s car, between Nancy and Sue.

"I’ll see you all later. Don’t forget." Pam waved and climbed in her car. She headed for home. "This isn’t the way to my apartment." They were going in the opposite direction. Tim was scared, his stomach was doing flips.

"We’re just going to make a little side trip." Sue told him. Wait until the guys get a load of their new girlfriend.

They all had agreed to string the guys along for now. If any of them wanted to come on to ‘Tina’ that was fine. Later they’d make them feel like jerks when they told them the truth. "It’ll be fun Tina." Patty enjoyed treating him like a girl. That was what he wanted anyway, or else he wouldn’t have dressed up like one of them.

"My name is Tim." They were being condescending and it was annoying. "You better get used to answering to ‘Tina’. If you’re going to look like a girl, you’re going to get treated like one." Nancy had mixed emotions. She was still angry with him, feeling his actions tended to humiliate her, since they’d been close once. On the other hand, they had shared something once. She had cared about him. She always felt guilty about breaking off their relationship, just because of the way he looked. Was she really that shallow? "What do you mean? Where are we going?" Tim was getting really worried now. Patty answered from the front seat. "We’re just going to pick up the guys from the high school. Then we’re going to get a bite to eat." She could see him squirm in the rear view mirror. "Please take me home." He begged. A few of their boyfriends were the same guys who always took so much pleasure in harassing him and beating him up. "Later Tina. Buy the way, I hope you can talk more like a girl than that. We’re not going to give away your secret as long as you behave, but if you talk like you’re doing now, we won’t have to tell the guys your secret." His voice was too low, he’d never get away with it. She knew he must be able to talk differently or else he wouldn’t have gotten away with shopping in the mall. God, could he fool those guys? He’d have to try. He knew how to walk and talk and move like a girl, he’d watched and studied them long enough and he practiced for endless hours in his apartment and in his bedroom at home before that.

They watched the girls turn into the high school parking lot. The guys had been waiting for a half hour.

"You’re late." Jim bellowed as he opened the front door. "Where’s Pam, we can’t all fit in here." There were four of them and four girls.

Tim knew them all by sight. They were all jocks and except for Jim and Jeff, they were huge. Only one had ever beat him up. That was Randy, Sue’s boyfriend. It had been almost two years ago and Tim prayed he wouldn’t remember him. He was a fullback and he was big and burly looking. He had dark brown hair and one long eyebrow that connected the bridge over his eyes. His nose had been broken several times and it didn’t set quite right the last time. He was the neanderthal of the group.

Jim was the team quarterback and Pam’s current love. He was as ruggedly handsome as she was beautiful. They made a perfect match. Both had blond hair and picturesque features and both believed that they were God’s gift to the opposite sex.

Bob belonged to Patty. Most people took that literally when they saw them together. She didn’t even come up to his armpit but she had more control over him than his coach and his parents combined. He would do anything for her. He wasn’t as heavy as Randy but he was all muscle. For Patty, he kept his brown hair neatly trimmed. He was almost as good looking as Jim. Bob stuck his head in Patty’s window and stole a kiss, being careful not to mess up her perfect makeup. "Come around and get in here next to me." She told him and like a big obedient trained bear, he did.

Randy opened the back door and gave Sue a kiss. He was filthy from playing touch football all afternoon and she didn’t want him near her. "You smell terrible. Don’t touch me." Nancy’s boyfriend was as well built as Bob. Jeff stuck his pepper blond head in the window and kissed her. She didn’t mind that he was a little dirty, at least he didn’t smell like Randy. He was a good-looking guy too. Eyes in proportion to his slender face and his nose and mouth matched the set. He had full lips that Nancy liked.

Tim felt just a twinge of jealousy, seeing them kiss.

"Who’s this?" Jeff was looking at the new girl. "Does your little click have a new member?"

She was pretty, he thought to himself.

Nancy made the introductions, "This is Tina. We met at the mall today. She’s new in town and we hit it off. She’s going to go to school with us. She needed a ride home." The girls all watched their guys as Nancy told the story and they looked ‘Tina’ over. Not a hint from any of them that they knew.

One after the other, they introduced the guys as if ‘Tina’ didn’t know them. As they all said hello, ‘Tina’ responded pleasantly to each of them in a voice that none of them had heard yet. The girls looked at each other with approval.

"How are we going to all fit in here?" Jim asked no one in particular. "Why don’t you guys climb in the back and we’ll sit on your laps?" Nancy liked that idea, she wondered how Tim would. She climbed out to let Jeff in.

He didn’t like it but what was he going to do? He slipped out behind Sue and Jim slid in the middle.

"Come on Tina. I guess you get my lap, you lucky girl."

Tim climbed back in. It wasn’t easy getting on his lap in the little car. The guy grabbed Tim’s ass and slid him up onto him like a feather.

Jeff enjoyed getting a free feel. He liked the circumstances that let him get away with it.

"Comfortable Tina?"

Tim had to duck, his head was almost hitting the ceiling and it was messing up his hair. He had to sit across Jim’s lap and Jim put his arm around Tim’s waist. Very strange feeling. He didn’t answer Jim.

"Another one who worries more about how she looks than comfort. No insult intended." She did look terrific and she felt good on his lap. After his little pun he gave her an affectionate squeeze. Nice shape, he thought to himself. "None of you better tell Pam about this." He had hoped the girl would smile back. She’s either uncomfortable or stuck up. He hoped she was just uncomfortable.

The girls got quite a charge out of watching Jim grab him and pull him up on his lap. Tim looked so uneasy. Too bad.

Randy got in and pulled Sue in after him. The door barely closed. Tim was glad he was facing away from Randy.

Patty started the car and they drove off.

Jim liked this. Having her arm around his neck and bouncing on his lap excited him. She smelled good too. The hint of perfume he had caught earlier was much stronger, this close to her. Maybe it was because she was someone new. Whatever, it felt good. He held her close to his chest.

Tim wasn’t stupid, he knew what he was feeling under him. What was doing that to him? He certainly wasn’t doing anything. The arm around his waist made him very conscious of his falsies. If Jeff’s arm came up a just two inches, it could bump them. Would he know? Tim said a silent prayer.

Patty watched in the rear view mirror. Nancy was facing him. This was better than they had hoped for. Tim must be scared to death.

"So where are you from Tina?" Jim asked.

Oh shit, thought Tim. "Atlanta." He had lived there when he was a kid. Couldn’t they just leave him alone?

"Both your Mom and Dad come with you?" Jim realized it was a dumb question as soon as he said it.

Patty jumped in. "She came down ahead of her parents. She’s got herself a little apartment until they get here." Talk your way out of that one Tim, she said to herself, laughing. "Your own apartment? Damn, I wish I had my own place. I’d like to see it sometime." He shouldn’t have said that. The girls are going to tell Pam and he’s going to be dead. Thinking quickly, he added. "Maybe we could all have a party sometime." "It’s only for a little while. My folks will be here soon." Tim was watching Nancy. The tiniest smile escaped her lips. No way was there going to be a party at his place. "Where is your apartment Tina?" Jeff was only casually curious. He was just making conversation.

Nancy swatted him. "Why do you want to know?" For just the briefest instant she was jealous.

How ridiculous, she mused.

They pulled into the Pizza Hut parking lot. It had only been a ten minute ride but it felt to Tim like an hour. Jim ‘helped’ Tim off his lap.

The minute they got inside the girls excused themselves, "We have to use the lady’s room."

The guys got two booths for them and waited.

As soon as the ladies’ room door closed and they were sure they were alone, Patty asked, "God, how did you learn to talk like that." She was impressed. "I practiced a lot." Of course. Why did they want him in here with them? Then again, he didn’t want to be out there with those guys either.

"You’re doing fine Tina, keep it up." Nancy was impressed.

"It’s Tim."

"It’s Tina from now on sweetie." They all got in his face.

"All right, it’s Tina." The sick feeling in his stomach was getting worse. "That a girl. Let’s go." Sue was feeling smug. They had him under their thumbs and they were going to keep him there for a while.

Jeff and Jim took one booth while Randy and Bob took another, right next to them.

"She’s a hot little number." Jeff could say it as long as Nancy wasn’t around. "She’s really cute and she’s got a great little ass. You think we can find out where her apartment is?" Jim wouldn’t mind a little fun with her.

"You better watch your own ass. If Pam finds out you’re asking about Tina, she’ll cut your balls off." Jeff knew her reputation. She was a real bitch when she was mad. "Ok, Ok. Cool it, here they come."

The girls were sure how the guys would split up and they were as predictable as ever. Patty slid in next to Bob, Sue next to Randy and Nancy next to Jeff. That left ‘Tina’ next to Jim. Tim was scared. He tried to leave as much space between them as he could. Jim, joking around, picked up his arm and sniffed his armpit. "Well, I don’t smell and I promise I won’t bite. You can get a little closer, you make me feel like a leper." What could he do to her here?

Tim closed the gap by only an inch or two. That was close enough. "I’m just a little shy." He knows the moves and the words as well as most girls do. Nancy wondered if maybe this wasn’t the first time he had been dressed up and a guy put the moves on him. Another thought occurred to her, maybe he really does like guys.

The boys had ordered and the pizzas came. Tim avoided conversation as much as possible.

He gave short, one or two word answers whenever he could. They were just about finished. Tim was well aware that Jim had been moving closer and closer to him the whole time they were eating. He was almost right up against him. Tim pretended not to notice. He wasn’t able to do that for long, Jim very gently and inconspicuously rested his hand on his bare leg.

Smooth and silky, like a baby’s ass. If she doesn’t move it in the next three seconds, I’ll know.

One . . . Two . . . Three.

What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t say anything without sounding foolish and if he just brushed it off he might get angry.

Four . . . Five . . . Six. Hmmm. He gave her leg a gentle squeeze. Tim jumped, hitting the underside of the table with his leg. Jim, quickly, pulled his hand back to his own lap.

Jeff, laughingly, asked, "What are you two doing over there?" Jeff knew what Jim was like.

He would cheat on Pam in a heartbeat if he got the chance and thought he could get away with it. She waited long enough. Shit, Pam will know what he did. Tina’s sure to tell her. He was doing fine until he squeezed her leg.

"There was something crawling on my leg." There, now Jim should get the hint and the others will think nothing happened.

Nancy knew Jim too. He was the biggest flirt in school. I bet he scared the daylights out of Tim.

Good girl, thought Jim. Maybe there was something there after all. At least she covered for me. "Want me to get down there and see if I can find that nasty old bug?" He just couldn’t resist. "No thanks, it’s gone now." Tim was ready to run like hell if he tried. "You better behave yourself Jim, before I tell Pam on you." What a joke. Nancy was going to tell her everything anyway. She will fall over laughing. Tim looks like he’s ready to jump out of that seat. "We have to go. We’re meeting Pam in a few minutes." They were done at the other table too. The guys pooled their money and paid the bill. Jim was even handier when he helped Tim onto his lap the second time and his erection was just as evident as they drove. It was inconceivable to Tim that he could get excited over nothing. One arm was around his waist and the other was on his lap. Tim had no choice again but to put his arm around Jim’s neck.

She really did have great skin and no stubble. Pam’s legs almost always had stubble. Tina seemed to be trying to get closer to him this time. Her arm was tighter around his neck and she was leaning into him.

The others were still watching and enjoying his discomfort. It was a short drive from Pizza Hut to Jeff’s house. The guys had all left their cars there earlier.

They all climbed out of the car. Tim was glad that was over. Jim was really going to be pissed when he heard on the grapevine who the girl was he was playing with. Tim didn’t know what he was going to do to him when he found out but Tim was sure it wasn’t going to be pleasant for him.

Jeff’s Mother was waving from the front porch. "Hello girls."

Nancy really liked his mother, she was really sweet. "Hello Mrs. Brown. How are you?" "Fine Nancy. If you girls don’t have to rush off, why don’t you come in for a while?" Nancy was the nicest girl Jeff had ever gone out with and she really liked her. "We can’t tonight. We’ll stop by during the week. May we use the pool?" The thought just occurred to her.

"Sure Nancy, anytime." She was disappointed they couldn’t come in for a few minutes. She had always wanted daughters but had only boys, three of them. She enjoyed it when the girls came over.

Nancy climbed in front with Patty. It was only a fifteen minute drive to downtown. The sense of relief Tim felt, getting away from their boyfriends, only diminished his nervousness slightly.

Pam knew right where to go to find what she needed. The keys to her Dad’s offices were in his desk at home. It was only ten minutes from the house to his office. Her first stop was her father’s small library. Pam had a general idea where to look for what she sought. It took a while to find and document the information she was after. The medical supplies were locked up but that didn’t stop her. She found the different things she needed. All that she had to do was to get everything back before morning, when the office opened.

It was already eight o’clock, it took her longer than she thought it would. They went through everything. His dresser, his closet, the little desk that held all his cosmetics. Even the bathroom cabinets.

Tim hung up his new dresses and put the other things, still in bags, in a corner of his closet. They pulled everything out, going thru those things too. He had to put everything away again when they were done.

"It’s like there’s two people living here, Tina and Tim." Nancy was surprised at all the clothes and things he had for Tina. There were more clothes for the girl than the boy. What went thru his mind? Why did he do this?

Sue and Patty got comfortable on the couch, in front of the television. Nancy paced, waiting for Pam. Tim straightened up in the bedroom. He didn’t want to be around them. He hoped they’d get tired and leave soon.

The knock on the door was Pam. Tim didn’t even bother coming out of the bedroom to answer it, he knew it wasn’t someone he invited.

Pam came in carrying a small brown bag. "Did you get everything we need for him?" Sue was anxious to get started. She and Pam had talked privately about what they planned to do to him. "I have it all." She turned to Patty. "How about you pour us all something to drink." Pam Held up the little bottle of Valium tablets.

Patty understood. She went into Tim’s kitchen and got down five glasses and poured them each a Coke. She gave Sue, Pam and Nancy theirs as Tim walked into the room. She was careful to make sure Tim took the one intended for him. It had triple the normal dosage of the drug. Tim had changed into his jeans, Tim’s jeans. He was thirsty. He took it gladly and drained the small glass. He thought it tasted a little funny but he dismissed it as his nerves. He plopped down on the chair. Sue and Patty were back on the couch. Nancy took Pam into the bedroom to show her what they had found.

"He has quite a little wardrobe." She was looking in the closet, at the outfits hanging there. "There’s more." Said Nancy, as she pulled out all the dresser drawers on the left side of the dresser, one by one.

"He’s got everything he should need." Pam pushed the things around, looking. Satisfied she had seen everything, she closed the last drawer. Nancy was standing over by a small table. "Look at this. It’s his cosmetics." Nancy still couldn’t believe it.

Pam was amazed. "He must have been doing this for years and no one ever had any idea." Pam had decided, she was going to make his dream come true and they were going to enjoy helping him. Then Pam remembered. "How did it go with the guys and dinner?" "Oh God, I almost forgot! It was great!" Nancy proceeded to tell her all about what happened. Including the good part, about Jim.

Pam almost got mad. "He’ll be sorry. We’ll tell everyone what he did with ‘Tina’." She knew he couldn’t be trusted from the beginning but he was the most sought after boy in school and she had him. "And how was our Tina?"

It bothered her now, "Scared to death the whole time." Nancy was having regrets. "Well we’re not done with him yet. The Valium should be taking effect by now. Shall we get into the good stuff?"

Nancy wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by the ‘good stuff’ but, "Sure." He figured they would just stay for a little while and then leave. There was no point in them hanging around. He figured that if he just sat quietly and ignored them, they would go away. Sue and Patty were sprawled out on the couch. World’s Finniest People had just come on and they were watching it.

Tim heard Pam and Nancy in his bedroom. Nancy was showing her all his things. It really bothered him the way they all just walked in here and invaded his privacy, poking into everything. He could hear Pam laughing in there.

Tim was feeling sleepy. It was probably from exhaustion due to nerves. He didn’t want to sleep, He had a lot to do as soon as they left.

Tim had finally made up his mind. It was over. He was going to cut his hair and get rid of everything of ‘Tina’s’. No more second thoughts or, ‘I’ll do it tomorrow.’ He knew school was going to be terrible for him, when he went back in two weeks, but he would deny everything they said about him. When everyone saw him, looking like himself again, and the girls with no proof, some, if not most people, would believe him. He had been harassed and teased for years, so they couldn’t make matters much worse. He would avoid these girls and their boyfriends like the plague, of course.

It was getting hard to concentrate and his head kept dipping as his eyelids grew heavy. They were watching him fight to keep his head up. Sue and Patty knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Patty thought he looked so cute in his jeans and tee shirt with his hair styled. Too bad he had taken off the falsies, he would have made a picture.

Tim was soon in a puddle, curled up in the chair.

Pam and Nancy came out of the bedroom at about eight thirty. Tim had been out of it for about five minutes.

"I think he’s ready girls. Let’s get to it." Pam was anxious to get started.

Sue jumped up, she was ready. "Ok, let’s go."

Pam and Nancy lifted him from under his arms. Sue took his legs. It was a little awkward, getting him into the bedroom. He wasn’t completely out of it, his eyes were closed and he was mumbling unintelligibly.

Getting him undressed on the bed wasn’t too difficult. "It’s a good thing he’s not wearing ‘Tina’s’ jeans." Patty said as she pulled the loose-fitting jeans off. Sue tugged the tee shirt over his head. She seemed surprised when she saw his chest, "He has no hair on his chest, anywhere." She thought all boys his age had some hair. "Maybe he shaves it." Patty suggested with a shrug of her shoulders. Sue looked closer. "I don’t think so. There’s no stubble and no sign of irritation from waxing or a cream hair remover." She was sure of that.

She had also noticed something else. "He has a pierced ear." A smile crossed her face. "Patty, would you get me my purse from the living room please." She knew she had a big needle in it. While Patty was getting it, Sue went over to his dresser. She had seen his box of earrings and there was a pair of fake diamond studs among the clip earrings. She sterilized the needle from her purse with her lighter and, after piercing his ear lobe, put the earrings in both his ears.

Tim had put on his boy’s underwear and Nancy pulled them off. Under other circumstances, the scene would have been arousing. A naked boy on a bed, surrounded by four very attractive girls. Tim’s face and styled hair ruined the picture. Pam was at Tim’s vanity table, getting the things she had brought ready, while the others made their little jokes about the pretty boy, lying on the bed. Pam was ready with the first step. She stepped up next to the bed with a strange looking hypodermic with a huge needle.

"What’s that?" Patty asked. She shivered at the sight of the thing.

Pam didn’t look up as she slid the huge needle into the fleshy underside of us upper arm.

"Hormones, twice the normal dosage."

Sue was not ignorant about hormones. "But doesn’t the body throw off anything over what it process in a day?" She and Patty sat on the far side of the bed. Pam looked up after she removed the needle. She had a band-aid ready to cover the small hole it left. "Not when it’s laced with certain chemicals. This time release capsule will last him six months, feeding him twice what is considered a normal dosage, daily." Pam had researched well and she explained to the others. "They’ve just come out with this time release system, it’s just like what they give to diabetics except this is what they’re giving now to women who’ve had hysterectomies."

"That’s perfect." Sue agreed. "That should be time enough to soften him up nicely." Sue couldn’t wait to see the changes that would take place. Too bad it would take so long. "Will that keep the hair from growing on his face and chest?" Patty was a little embarrassed she was so ignorant.

"He won’t grow hair like other boys. Since his face and chest don’t have hair already, they never will, as long as he stays on hormones. The little bit of hair he has on his arms and legs will get lighter and finer." Pam knew all this from her research. There was something that bothered Nancy. "Won’t the male hormones his body produces fight the female hormones we gave him?" She was merely curious. She wasn’t sure they should be doing this to him. She couldn’t tell the others her doubts. She had to pretend to go along. Pam smiled. "I’m going to take care of that too, just be patient." She turned to Sue and Patty. "We want to get rid of any hair in his crotch. I think I saw a tube of bikini hair remover in the bathroom."

"You did!" Sue said, as she jumped off the bed to go get it. Patty got Tim ready. She spread his legs wide and slipped a towel under him. It seemed so funny to be handling a boy this way, she almost laughed. "He’s so small." She commented, looking at his penis.

They all took another look and laughed.

"He’s going to be even smaller." Pam smirked.

Nancy and Patty, glancing at each other, wondered what she meant. Better not to ask, they decided.

Pam went back to the vanity table and got the high pressure injector she had already prepared.

Sue and Patty were already busy.

Nancy asked Pam, "What does that do?"

Pam was especially proud of her self for discovering this gem. "I found this by accident. The medication invades the muscle tissue and causes the muscles to expand. Muscle builders used to use it until they discovered an unfortunate side effect."

"What did it do?" Pam always dragged her stories out. It drove Nancy crazy.

With a big grin and a twinkle in her eye she answered, "It gave them breasts."

Nancy and Patty naturally assumed she meant temporarily. Sue knew better.

Patty was curious, "Why don’t they use it on flat chested women?"

Pam explained, "It doesn’t work the same on women. Their muscle tissue is different." Pam knew that his muscle tissue would begin to change soon from the hormones but by then he’ll already have breasts. The hormones will only make them better, more natural. Maybe even bigger. She turned her attention to the boy. It was important that she place the shots just right. Otherwise he might have funny shaped mounds instead of the lovely breasts she anticipated.

"Hold his shoulders Nancy, I don’t know how he’ll react to the shots." He felt a dull thump on the right side of his chest. Than another and another. Them the other side, one . . . two . . . three. He felt a little pressure. Like when the dentist shoots novocaine in your gums. It dissipated quickly. It was not enough to stir him from his drugged sleep. Pam leaned back. She was a little surprised. "He didn’t even seem to feel it."

"Was it enough?" Sue wanted him to have very realistic looking breasts. "He’ll have at least an ‘A’, But probably a ‘B’ cup." Pam raised her eyebrows to Sue. "Big enough?"

"Perfect." Sue’s smile indicated she was satisfied. "You said they may get even bigger later?"

Sue reminded Pam.

"They may, but not much. They’ll definitely get more fleshy and natural but he’ll be fine for a while."

"How long will it take?"

Pam looked to Patty, "The injections? Twelve to fifteen hours. The hormones should begin to affect him in five to eight days but probably sooner since he’ll be getting twice the normal level daily. It will take a while to see any change though. His nipples will swell and get real sensitive first, they’ll be really tender for a while, as he changes. The filling out of the fleshier tissue will be gradual." Pam was satisfied, so far.

Sue and Patty were done with their task.

"Is he really clean and dry?" He needed to be for what Pam was going to do next.

"Absolutely." She and Sue stepped back to give Pam room. Pam had another syringe and she knelt at the bottom of the bed. "Nancy, hold his pelvis down. You two each take a leg and hold his thighs down. I don’t want him to move." "What are you going to do?" Asked Sue.

"Remember Nancy asked about his male hormones countering the female hormones?" They had him ready so Pam slowly pushed the tiny needle through the thin skin and then through the harder membrane of his testicle that she had cradled in her fingers. Tim twitched, involuntarily, trying to pull away slightly. The girls held him down. Pam injected a few ccs of the fluid into him. She pulled it out and prepared to do the same to the other. "Well, this will stop that from happening." Again he squirmed as the needle entered his other testicle and she injected the fluid. When she was done, she looked up at her friends. "That will stop his body from producing the male hormones."

Pam didn’t mention that it was called ‘chemical castration’ and that it was permanent. She knew that Nancy and Patty would give her grief if they knew so she just left out that part. Pam felt no remorse.

Patty and Nancy thought it was neat. Beginning really soon he would begin to get softer and more shapely. The six months of this should serve to humiliate him adequately enough to cure him of his sick behavior.

Sue didn’t mind what Pam had done to him a bit. She thought the little sissy deserved it. "Ok, last but not least, let’s fix him so he’ll be able to wear his little panties and tight knits and no nasty bumps will show."

Nancy and Patty worried that Pam was going to cut his penis off but when she came back to the bed she only had a little tube of something, not a knife. Pam showed them the tube. "It’s something new. They’re starting to use this stuff instead of stitches when they do plastic surgery. It holds the skin together until it knits." "So how do you get him back to normal later?" Nancy asked.

Now Pam lied outright. "It will hold him like that until we use a special solution to dissolve it." Only Pam and Sue knew that there wasn’t any ‘special solution’. The body gradually absorbed it, long after the skin had permanently knit together. It was absolutely invisible because of the way it soaked into the skin.

They all watched as Pam pushed Tim’s testicles up, inside him and made folds of the loose skin. She ran a bead of the quickly absorbing liquid on the seam of each fold. She held his skin while the fluid did its job. Pam’s plastic gloves protected her. "The area won’t get hard. It will stay soft and pliable while it joins the skin." Permanently, she mused to herself. After about two minutes she let go. "It’s like super glue." The folds all stayed put. Pam was thrilled with the way he looked now. " See how it looks like the lips of a vagina?" They agreed. "It really does." Sue was amazed.

Patty and Nancy said nothing as they looked over Pam’s shoulder. Nancy wondered, "Won’t that be awfully uncomfortable with his testicles locked up inside him like that?" "Not for long." Everything was going so well. "His body will adjust in a very short time and he won’t even notice in a little while." What Pam didn’t tell them was that in no more than eighteen hours, his testicles will be the size of peas. In three days, they’ll be gone, dissolved altogether. Forever!

Pam started on his little penis. It was small enough that when she turned it inside out, pushing it up into him, it went up easily. She was careful that when she applied the glue only the very top surface of its head showed, just the little slit. No glue touched it or else he wouldn’t be able to sit and tinkle like a girl. The soft folds of his penis’ outer skin blended naturally to form a sort of clitoris when Pam was finished.

Pam was pleased with the results. His penis would shrivel up inside him from the hormones. "He’ll look natural in even the most reveling clothes. Someone would have to look very close, even when he’s naked, to tell the difference between him and one of us." Pam was more than satisfied with the job she’d done.

"Which of you can stay here with him tonight?" Pam asked as she started to put everything away in the little bag. "I can’t, I have to return all this stuff to my Dad’s office in the morning, before it’s missed."

Sue and Patty looked at each other. Sue volunteered. "I told my Mom I was staying at Patty’s. She can tell her Mom I had to change my plans."

That was settled.

Tim was resting peacefully now and the girls all sat down in his living room to discuss what they wanted to do next with him.

"We’ve got two weeks before school starts again and I think we can have some real fun with him between now and then." Sue could think of all kinds of things to do. She knew, but she had no intention of telling Nancy and Patty that what they’d done was permanent. "I’m sure we can do a lot to feminize him in two weeks."

Patty was a little worried, "He may give us some trouble when he finds out what we’ve done to him."

"What if we don’t tell him everything yet?" Nancy suggested. "He won’t know what we’ve done unless we tell him. Anyway, it will only last about six months and that should cure him of his weird fantasies by then."

"We can say that his breasts are a temporary condition and that they’ll go away in a few weeks." Pam knew they could convince him. "We’ll tell him about the glue, how it’ll deteriorate and let lose so he’ll look normal again soon." Pam knew that she and Sue had made the right decision, not to tell the others the truth. They would never have gone along with it if they knew what she had really done. They’d know eventually but by then it would be too late to point fingers. Nancy and Patty would be just as guilty as they were and would have to keep their mouths shut.

"If we pretend we’re sorry for what we did and say we want to make it up to him by helping him to live out his fantasy for a few weeks, he might even go along with us willingly." Nancy knew him better than the others. He had always been a very trusting person. She felt a little guilty, tricking him.

Pam liked the sound of it. It might be a little awkward for them, pretending he was one of them, but they could do it. They all agreed that it made sense. "Go through your closets and drawers at home. Bring anything you think will look good on him. Remember that it should only be things that will make him look or feel feminine." Nancy had a few cute outfits in mind that she didn’t wear anymore.

That wasn’t a problem for the others either. They all had things they just didn’t wear anymore.

"Good idea Nancy." Pam had plenty of things that would fit him.

Sue and Patty mentally went through their closets, checking things off. As they were ready to go out the door, Sue asked Nancy, "Tomorrow, pick up everything we’ll need to do his hair. I’m going to teach him to do it himself." Nancy thought that was a great idea. They’d have to teach him sooner or later anyway. "I’ll be back as early as I can in the morning."

"I’ll be back around eleven Sue." Patty was anxious to take part in what they were planning too.

Pam would be back as soon as she could get away from her Dad’s office. She turned to Sue, "Make sure to give him only one Valium when he wakes up. One’s enough to keep him calm but rational. And don’t forget the pain killers I left in the bedroom, he’ll need them too." After they left, Sue checked on Tim one last time. He was still resting peacefully. She curled up on the couch for the night. Sue normally slept light, she’d hear him if he woke up during the night. It was unlikely, considering the drugs in his system. The sun exploded over the building across the street and filled his bedroom with it’s bright light.

Tim awoke slowly, as if in a fog. He was aware of something on his face. He put his hand up and brushed it away, it was his hair.

Memory started to flood back.

The shopping, the girls and how they treated him. He knew he was in his bed but he didn’t remember getting up off the chair and climbing into it.

As he became more alert, he grew more aware of the pain in his chest. It was a dull ache, like after you’ve been punched hard. It felt swollen, like he had tripped in the night and fallen hard on something and bruised it. Probably when he stumbled to his bed last night. Tim rolled over. He could tell instantly that he was naked under his sheets. Something wasn’t right. Something was missing. A sense of panic started to rise inside him. He was about to explore when he realized he wasn’t alone in the room.

Sue had pulled a chair up next to the bed. She’d been awake for quite a while, watching him and rehearsing what she was going to say.

"Good morning." Sue rose from the chair and sat on the edge of the bed. She didn’t give away how excited she was feeling, only concern showed on her face. Tim was surprised to see the girl. "What are you still doing here? Didn’t you girls have enough fun with me last night?" He was indignant.

Sue was ready. Her voice and expression dripping with remorse, "Tim, we all feel terrible about the way we treated you yesterday." She had to reveal the rest to him before he asked, "I stayed to make sure you were all right."

With her eyes down, she then said, "I’m sorry but there’s something you have to know." What? The pain in his chest? Did they have something to do with that he wondered? "What do you mean, ‘Something I have to know’?" There was strong resentment in his voice. Sue took a deep breath, trying to make it look as though she really felt bad about what they’d done to him. "We drugged you last night." A little at a time, she reminded herself. She waited for his reaction.

"You Drugged me? Why?" So he didn’t stumble to bed and hurt himself. Tim put his hand to his swollen chest. "What did you do to me?" He hesitated to reach down and feel his crotch. He knew something was wrong down there but he was afraid to find out what. He didn’t want to go to pieces in front of the girl if what he suspected was true. He should be able to feel his dick when he moved but the sensation was missing.

"We did something to you," She quickly added, "but it’s nothing permanent." His hand flew to his crotch as he bolted upright in the bed. Sitting there, he discovered it was gone. Everything was gone. He knew where it had gone, he could feel discomfort when he sat up and he knew it was up inside him. He didn’t feel rage, he felt panic. "Don’t be afraid, you’re all right. Everything’s just pushed up inside you." It was a half truth, she thought to herself. She was laughing inside as she sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to him.

He knew she was telling the truth. "Why? How?" There were tears in his eyes as he turned to ask her the questions.

She could cause her eyes to tear. She had practiced the little trick enough times to get her out of trouble. "We got carried away. We thought, if he wants to pretend he’s a girl than we’ll make him look just like one of us. We thought we’d teach you a lesson." Now the regret. "We didn’t realize what unfeeling jerks we were being until it was done." He felt a little better, knowing it was only temporary. Some of the panic left him. "Why is everything stuck up there? Why won’t it come down?"

"We used something like ‘Super Glue’, except it’s something that doctors use. It will dissolve in about two weeks and you’ll be just like before. I promise." It was a really big lie but it didn’t bother her.

"What did you do to my chest? It hurts." The pressure was getting worse. "Shots," Careful, she thought to herself. Don’t let the delight you’re feeling show. He was not showing as much as she hoped he would. Pam had said it would take twelve to fifteen hours and it had only been about ten. They had only swollen a little so far. "We gave you a drug to make your chest expand. It’s only temporary too."

"What kind of shots. What’s happening to me?" His panic subsided only slightly, he believed her but he felt angry now. Angry that they could do things to him like this. "They’re to make your muscles expand." She put her head down in mock shame. "To give you breasts."

Breasts, the thought frightened him but he felt something else too. "How long will they last?"

He didn’t have to try to sound scared. "How big will they get?" Sue could sense the undertones of anticipation. It wasn’t easy to keep from smiling. "Not very big but enough to fill out a small bra." She turned the remorse back on. "We’re so sorry Tim. If we could reverse what we did to you, we would."

There was someone knocking at his door.

"I’ll be right back Tim." Sue went to see who it was. She figured it was Nancy. Tim felt himself, his crotch. All he could feel were the soft folds of skin. There was no hint of anything else. He felt his chest again. His breasts were only slightly exaggerated but he could feel the lumps of his chest muscle underneath. He only had a few seconds to explore, Sue was coming back.

Nancy followed Sue into the bedroom. The exchange of a few words in the living room was enough to learn where things stood. She had put drops in her eyes while she waited for Sue to come and open the door. She wasn’t as accomplished at this as Sue was. She had dropped her bag in the living room on the way through. Now she rushed to Tim, ‘crying’. Tim was still sitting up in bed when she hurried over to him. The hug was unexpected from his old girlfriend. The tears looked genuine. He didn’t get a chance to say anything. "I’m so sorry Tim." She held him tight. "Please don’t hate me." Tim was a bit surprised and just a little skeptical after yesterday. "Nancy, I didn’t think you, of all people . . . "

Nancy interrupted him. "I was a jerk, we all were. Are you all right?" She pulled back a little but held him by the shoulders. She still wasn’t used to the way he looked. Even with his hair a mess he still looked just like a girl.

"Sue told me what the four of you did to me." He was only a little calmer now. Seeing Nancy this way brought out a need in him to comfort her. Even though she had walked away from him a few years ago, he had not forgotten how much he cared for her. "She told me it was only temporary." He reprimanded the two of them, "It doesn’t excuse what you did to me." The drops in her eyes were beginning to dry up. "I know it doesn’t Tim." A pause to sniffle.

"We want to try to make it up to you if we can."

"Tim," Sue spoke up. "I have some pain killers for you. You’re going to need them in a little bit, if you don’t already. Your chest is going to hurt as the muscles expand and your breasts grow."

Tim turned from Sue and looked back at the girl he had once been crazy about.

"Sue’s right Tim. You really should take them."

He was already in pain. He looked back to Sue, "Ok."

Sue left the room to get him water. She opened the Valium capsule and shook the contents into the glass of water. She let it dissolve be