Carrie's Story

by Marci Manseau



Chapter One  -  In the Beginning





	My name is Charles Ankersby.  Well, at least it used to be,
and this is the story of my life.  It tells the tale of how I came to
be Carrie Miller.  No, you're wrong.  This isn't just another
autobiography of a transsexual.  I'm a transgerderist and, if you're
not aware of it, that's a whole different thing.

	It's an almost true story.  It happened just the way I'm going
to tell it to you.  I have changed some names in order to assure
anonymity for the other people involved.  Later, if they're proud and
want to brag, they can identify themselves, but I won't.

	I suppose my Aunt Jeannie, my mother's younger sister, had a
lot to do with the way I turned out.  My parents died when I was only
eleven.  Aunt Jeannie came to me after their funeral and said my
parents had asked her to look after me if anything ever happened to
them.  She said she'd love to take care of me.

	I had always liked her a lot, probably because she'd always
spoiled me so.  She spent a lot of time at our house and was like a
second mother to me.  In some ways I had been closer to her than I was
to my parents, so when she told me I'd be living with her, I was
pleased.

	It worked out well for both of us.  Between the insurance
settlement from my parents' estate and her alimony, Jeannie could
afford to quit work and stay at home while she looked after me.  That
made it easier on her as she had always detested working for someone
else.

	A year or so after I'd moved in with her, she came home
unexpectedly one day from shopping and caught me trying on some of her
lingerie.  I was panic stricken but thankfully she didn't make a big
fuss about it.

	All she said was, "Chuck, we're going to have to talk about
why you like wearing my clothes.  Please don't misunderstand me.  I'm
not angry with you.  I don't mind it at all, but I think if wearing my
clothing is important to you, it's something we must discuss."

	I decided I had to be honest with her and trust her.  There
was no point in my denying it.  I was standing right in front of her,
wearing her pink slip and panties, with a very obvious hard on.  I
felt completely ridiculous.  There were tears rolling down my cheeks.

	"I don't know why," I explained, "but I like the way your
clothes look on me and the way they feel.  I've been wearing your
things for a couple of weeks, but I didn't want you to find out about
it because I was afraid you'd laugh at me or punish me."

	The look on her face told me she'd do neither.  She took me in
her arms and said softly, "I love you and I want to make you feel
comfortable living here.  So if it's important to you, then it's
something I'll have to deal with.  Please don't ever be afraid to tell
me anything.  I'll always try to understand and I promise I'll never
laugh at anything you feel is important."

	"Ok, Aunt Jeannie, I promise I'll tell you everything from now
on.  Thanks for not being angry.  I love you so much," I said, and I
meant it.

	From that day on, when I'd come home from school, she'd be
waiting for me at the door.  We'd talk about my day and then she'd
have me take a bath.  When I got out of the tub, some of her lingerie
and clothing would be on my bed, just waiting for me to put on.  As
she has a small build, almost everything of hers fit me or was
slightly large.

	I'd spend the rest of the afternoon with her, helping her get
dinner ready or doing my homework.  After a few months, I became very
comfortable in her clothes.  I even got so I could walk in heels
without breaking my neck.

	One day when I was about fourteen, Aunt Jeannie told me it was
about time that I stopped dressing in her things.  For a moment I was
very afraid, thinking she wanted me to stop wearing her clothes, but
that wasn't it at all.

	"After all," she said, "you're not a child anymore.  You're at
the age where little girls become big girls.  I think we should spend
this weekend changing you into a young lady.  Would you like that?"

	"Oh, yes," I exclaimed.  I was excited, but a little
embarrassed by my enthusiasm.  But, as usual, she always seemed to
know exactly what was on my mind.  "I've been thinking about that a
lot lately and I'd really like it.  Some of the girls in school have
begun to develop and I guess I'm jealous.  How can I be a woman,
though?  I know I'll never grow boobs."

	She smiled at my embarrassment.  "That's probably true, but
there are ways to make up for what nature hasn't provided.  Women have
been doing it for centuries.  I'll make you beautiful, you'll see.
Just trust your Aunt Jeannie.  She knows what she's talking about."

	"Oh, I hope so.  I'd love to look as pretty as you do, or like
some of the other girls at school.  I see the boys staring at their
chests as they walk down the hall.  It's very confusing for me.  When
I look at them I feel turned on but envious too.  Maybe it's because
even though I like girls, I guess I want to be one too."

	Aunt Jeannie gave me a very surprised look.  "That's the first
time I've heard you say you wanted to be a girl.  When did you decide
that?"

	"I don't know.  I guess maybe I've always felt that way.
Spending a lot of time in your clothes has made me realize I'm much
more comfortable as a girl.  I guess I'd have been happier if I'd been
born that way.  Does that make me weird or something?"

	"Believe me, you're not weird.  There are a lot of people in
this world who feel exactly as you do.  Many of them eventually end up
having operations that change their sex to the one they feel they
should have been born as.  It's becoming more and more common all the
time.  So don't think you're a freak.  You're definitely not."

	"But enough talking," she said.  "Let's see what you're going
to look like as a young lady.  Go hop in the shower.  Make sure you
shave your legs and underarms well.  We want you looking your best
today."  She gave me a pat on the rump to speed me on my way.

	I felt a lot better knowing I wasn't alone in the world.  I
didn't want to be a freak.  I quickly undressed and got into the
shower.  I couldn't wait to see how I'd look as a mature woman.  I
shaved my legs and underarms, making sure that not even the smallest
hair remained.  It didn't take long as I've never been very hairy.
After drying off, I creamed my legs, then covered my whole body with
perfumed dusting powder, just Jeannie had taught me to do.

	She was waiting for me in her bedroom sitting on the edge of
the bed.  She checked me over to be sure I'd shaved well.  "I want you
to wear the things I choose for you, but just for today.  That way I
can be sure you look as good as possible the first time you see
yourself as a young woman.  From then on, you can wear whatever you
like.  All right with you?"

	"Sure, that's fine with me," I answered.  I was so happy that
she was going to let me get dressed up as adult that I didn't care
what she'd selected.  Besides, I knew she had great taste in clothes,
so whatever she picked out for me would look good.

	First, she had me put on one of her pretty pink uplift bras,
and then insert some foam rubber falsies she told me she'd bought just
for today.  With the falsies in, I felt as if I were complete for the
first time.  So feminine!  But when I put on the matching pair of pink
panties, my erection made the whole thing seem silly.

	Jeannie was determined she was going to do something about
that problem.  She knelt down in front of me and caressed my penis
through the soft fabric of the panties.  Just before I was ready to
come, she took it out and sucked it between her lips.  I lasted about
three seconds before I gushed into her mouth.  To both our surprises,
my erection didn't disappear.  She had to do it again before I finally
went limp.

	But even after all that, the bulge in my panties was still
considerable.  We tried several different things to conceal it, but
nothing seemed to hide this very unfeminine protrusion.  Finally,
after several other methods failed, much to my embarrassment she tried
a sanitary belt and napkin.  The belt was made of elastic, about an
inch wide.  It fitted around the waist and had two hooks that the
sanitary pad attached to.  She had me put that on and, with the
sanitary pad pulled very tightly, it turned out to be the perfect
answer.  I put the wispy panties on again and this time they looked
like they were made for me.  Not a bulge in sight!

	"Oh, Aunt Jeannie," I said, "I can't believe how well it
works.  By the time I get on all my clothes, there won't be any sign
of it at all."

	Jeannie and I decided that, as we were going to dress me as a
young woman, not a girl as we had in the past, a pink garter belt and
stockings would be fun for me to wear.  She showed me how to put the
garter belt around my waist and then helped me put on the sheer
stockings.  I was amazed at how pretty my legs looked and the feeling
of the stockings on my legs was wonderful!

If it hadn't been that my cock was so tightly compressed by the
sanitary napkin, my erection would have caused another unsightly
bulge.

	Next, she handed me a pink slip that had a wide band of lace
at the top and hem.  I wriggled into the slip, adjusting the straps to
fit.  The smell of my perfumed dusting powder, combined with the soft,
silky caress of all this pretty lingerie, was making me feel very
feminine.  It seemed so very natural for me to feel that way.

	She picked out a pair of black patent leather shoes with
three-inch heels for me to try on.  They fit perfectly, but when I
tried to walk across the bedroom, I nearly broke my neck.  Jeannie
laughed and said she knew I'd get used to wearing higher heels very
quickly.

	We completed my outfit with an off-white blouse and a short
pleated plaid skirt.  The skirt was a bit loose on me around the hips,
but she told me not to worry.  She would be able to make minor
adjustments to many of her pretty things so that I could wear them.

	All this time I was becoming more excited, thrilled really.  I
was somewhat nervous, yet pleased at each step as we continued my
conversion into a young woman.

	She tried several wigs on me, but all the styles seemed too
adult.  In the end, as my hair was rather long, Aunt Jeannie used her
curling iron and did my hair in a very pleasing feminine style.

	We went through the whole business about makeup and jewelry.
She said I'd have to learn to do this myself in the future so she'd
explain each step as she went along.  Putting makeup on properly, she
told me, was an art.  Too much makeup made you look cheap, and not
enough made you look plain and unhealthy.  Jeannie was an expert.  By
the time she was finished, I looked exactly like a very pretty young
girl.

	My reflection in the mirror was stunning, especially to me.  I
had never imagined I could look as nice as I did.  The makeup, the
foam rubber breast pads and the grownup clothes made all the
difference.

	We left the bedroom went into the living room as Jeannie
wanted to show me a few more things about being a lady.  She led me to
a chair and said, "I sure you don't want to look all wrinkled, so when
you sit down, make sure your skirt isn't all bunched up in back.  You
have to be conscious of how you sit as well.  A lady either crosses
her legs or keeps them together.  Try it and see how you do."

	I had been watching women and the way they do things for quite
a while, so it was very easy for me to slip into their role.  I
smoothed my skirt out in back and then slipped onto the chair.  As I
experimented with crossing my legs, I was enthralled with how sexy my
stocking-clad legs looked peeking out from under my skirt.  I loved
their silky feeling.

	When I got up, she hugged me and said, "You seem to be a
natural at being a woman and you look much more like a pretty girl
than I'd ever hoped for.  So much so, that we'll have to pick out a
name that's more suitable for the new you.  Calling you Chuck would
seem silly now."

	"How about Carrie?" I suggested.  "I know a girl at school by
that name, and I like it a lot.  I'd like to use Anne as a middle
name."  She knew why.  It had been my mother's name and I still missed
her very much.

	"That's a great idea.  We'll start calling you Carrie right
away.  I know your mother would be pleased.  If she were here today, I
think she'd be as supportive of your need to be feminine as I am.  I'm
very proud of you, honey.  I've just got to show off my pretty niece.
We've gone to too much trouble today to just sit around the house
without anyone seeing how lovely you've turned out.  Let's go shopping
at Northland mall.  That's perfect.  Then we can buy you some pretty
clothes of your own."

	I looked at her like she had suddenly gone crazy.  "You've got
to be kidding!  I can't do that!  People would point at me and laugh,"
I complained.

	"Honey, they'll not only believe you're a girl, but I'm sure
once the boys see you, they won't leave you alone.  Come to think of
it, that might prove to be a problem.  How will you feel if men pay
attention to you?  Are you going to like it or will it make you
nervous?"

	"I've thought it once in a while, but I'm not sure how I'll
react.  I've had some dreams about meeting a man, but I'm not sure how
I'd feel if it actually happened.  Do you think it means I'm gay?"

	"No, probably not.  Most people have similar fantasies.  You
might be bisexual, but judging from the way you reacted earlier, I'm
sure you're not a homosexual.  Bisexuality is becoming very prevalent
these days.  I found out a few years ago that I'm bisexual and so are
some of my friends.  So even if you are, don't worry about it.  It
just means all the people in the world are your potential lovers, not
just half of them.  What's so terrible about that?"  I knew I was
blushing, but I couldn't help it.  Sex wasn't something I'd ever
discussed with anyone before.

	"I guess that makes sense," I said.  "I've never thought about
it that way.  I know women have always turned me on, but I think I
fought any attraction I felt for men because all my friends hate gays
so.  I didn't want them to think I was one."

	"Most children act that way because they don't understand
gays.  As they grow older and get to know some gay people, they
realize they're not very different than anyone else."

	I had to admit it was comforting to know I wasn't as strange
as I'd thought I was.  She took my arm and told me, "You and I are
going to go shopping now, Carrie.  We're going to buy you some pretty
things of your own.  How would you like that?"

	"I'd like it a lot but I'll be scared to death," I admitted.
"Are you sure no one would be able to tell I'm not really a girl?  I'd
die if anyone found out."

	She gave me a reassuring look.  "No one will be able to tell
you're not a girl because, in my opinion, you really are a girl.  You
think like a girl, you act like a girl and now you even look like a
girl.  You look more natural now than you ever did as a boy.  So don't
even give it a second thought.  Don't you feel as if this is the real
you?  I'll bet you're a lot more comfortable with yourself now."

	"I guess I do, but I'm so nervous about going out in public in
a skirt.  Won't people who know me be able to tell it's me?  You know
how the other kids in school would treat me if they ever found out
about this.  I'd never be able to go back there again."

	Well, the flattery eventually worked and I reluctantly agreed
to go.  Jeannie spent a few more minutes putting the finishing touches
on me.

	"Here," she said.  "You can carry this handbag.  Let's put
some makeup, a brush and this wallet in it.  Oh, and here's a watch
for you to wear as well.  What about a necklace?  Would you like to
wear one with that outfit?"

	I knew just which one I wanted to wear.  "Could I wear the
pretty braided gold chain you got in New York last year?  I promise
I'll be extra careful with it.  I've always wanted to see how it would
look on me."

	"Sure, it's in my jewelry box.  Help yourself.  Here, put this
money in your wallet.  We'll have to get you some identification with
your new name on it eventually.  There are so many fun things we'll be
able to do now.  Just us two girls."

	We both had a good laugh at that.  Her reassurances had calmed
my nerves and I was beginning to enjoy myself.  I knew she was right,
but I guess I couldn't help fearing discovery by someone I knew.

	After a final check in the mirror, we left for the mall.  I
was still very nervous.  It was a new experience for me to be outside
as a girl and, as we approached the mall, I was tempted to ask Aunt
Jeannie to turn around and take me home, but the thrill of being out
as a girl outweighed my fear in the end.

	As we got out of the car I felt as if everyone was staring at
me.  I told Jeannie, but she said it was because I was so pretty, not
because they thought I wasn't a female.  She said it's something every
pretty girl has to get used to.

	"There are so many things I want to buy for you, Carrie," she
told me.  "I think you should have some pretty things that will be
your very own, like shoes and lingerie and so many other things.  Not
that I mind you wearing mine, but I think every girl should have her
own very special feminine things.  You'll see.  I know you'll love
being a young woman as much as I did when I was your age.  It's so
much more fun than being a boy."

	"You're right," I conceded.  "It is fun.  I feel so strange,
but it's a good feeling."  I felt like I was in a different world.  I
was so much more aware of everything around me.  I kept up a non-stop
conversation, talking about everything that popped into my head.

	As we were approaching the mall, Jeannie stopped me and said,
"Carrie, you've been getting dressed as a girl at home for a long
time.  I've been watching you.  You behave perfectly as a girl when
you're wearing a dress.  As the saying goes, you've come a long way
baby.  So stop worrying.  I guarantee you no one will know the
difference."

	Walking through the mall, it pleased me to notice that we were
getting many admiring glances from men.  Jeannie noticed it too and
asked me what my reaction was.  I had to admit I loved it.  Almost
immediately I became more relaxed and began to enjoy the feeling of
being a woman.  It was fantastic!  I loved how my skirt caressed my
legs as I walked, and the clicking of my heels sent chills up and down
my spine.

	Maybe it was the novelty of the situation or the fact I also
felt more grown up as well.  I didn't know why for certain, but I
truly loved being a girl.  So many men stared at me and I could see
desire in their eyes, and that thrilled me sexually.  It really did.

	Jeannie and I had a great time shopping for my new wardrobe
and trying on clothes.  We went into almost every store in the mall.
I spent at least a half hour trying on lingerie at one of the better
department stores.  I didn't even get too nervous when one of the
saleswomen walked in on me.  All I had on was my bra and panties.  She
clearly didn't think of me as a boy.  Luckily, my sanitary napkin hid
the bulge in my panties perfectly. She just handed me a nightie to try
on and then walked out.

	We stopped at Jeannie's favorite shoe store and she bought me
four pairs of shoes there.  There was a particularly cute young
salesman in the store who waited on me.  He became friendly very
quickly.  I was amazed when I discovered that he was trying to look
under my skirt each time he helped me try on a pair of shoes.  That
made me very nervous, but I knew I was also flattered.  I did
purposely cross my legs a few times and I'm sure he liked what he saw.
I had to choke back a laugh.  Wouldn't he be shocked if he knew what
was really inside those lacy pink panties he sneaking a look at!  I
must admit I even flirted a bit with him.  Aunt Jeannie watched all
this, trying to hide her laughter.  While she was paying for the shoes
we'd bought, he asked me for my phone number.  I was tempted to give
it to him, but I knew I couldn't.

	When we left the store, I told her what had happened.  She
teased me about having made my first conquest and told me I should
have given him our phone number.

	This time she had a huge laugh when she saw the horrified look
on my face.  "You can't be serious," I replied.  I couldn't date a
boy.  What would I do if he wanted to kiss me, or worse, if he wanted
more?  I'd be in big trouble."

	"Look, Carrie, you're going to spending a lot more time as a
girl and if you think you'd like to date, it's certainly fine with me.
There's no reason you can't.  You can kiss and go as far as you like,
as long as you don't drop your panties.  Your breasts are not any
smaller than a lot of other girls your age.  A boy would never know
the difference, believe me.  As I recall from when I was a teenager,
they're so happy to get anywhere at all, they don't even realize what
they're doing.  So relax and enjoy being a girl, will you please?  I
won't let you get into situations I don't think you could handle."

	I was sure it would take a giant leap for me to adjust to
being with a boy, but knew I would eventually like to.  "I guess
you're right, but I think it'll be a long time before I could date.
It's not that I don't want to, but I don't think I could relax enough
to enjoy myself.  There's so much I need to learn first."

	"I'll teach you all you need to know about boys, honey.
They're so eager to get you in bed, it makes it a very simple matter
to control them.  Any girl with brains has no problem at all.  I want
you to be just like any other girl, that is if you truly want to be."

	"Oh, Aunt Jeannie, I do.  I really want to be a girl, in every
sense of the word.  I know you're right about boys, so if you'll teach
me, I'll be a very willing student.  Do you actually think it's
possible for me to date?"

	"Carrie, you'll not only be able to date, but after I get
through teaching you a few tricks, you'll have them eating out of your
hand.  You're now a beautiful young woman.  It'll be easy for us to
make you one of the more popular girls in town.  Believe me, I know
what I'm talking about.  Your mother taught me all I know about men
and she had a very special knack with them.  You may have even
inherited her talent."

	We continued our shopping, stopping at the discount pharmacy
to buy all the necessary feminine things I'd need if I was going to be
spending a lot more time as a girl.  We bought makeup, nail polish,
shampoo, hair spray, big pink hair rollers, perfume and bath powder, a
blow dryer, two more boxes of sanitary napkins and six more of the
wide elastic sanitary belts.  I'd never realized how many different
things a girl needed to make herself pretty, but I was learning very
fast.

	Next we stopped and had a bite to eat at the restaurant in one
of the big department stores.  We both ordered a crab salad plate and
iced tea.  Again I had time to practice my ladylike manners.  I made
sure I kept my legs demurely crossed and tried, as best I could, to
copy Aunt Jeannie's other mannerisms.

 	Jeannie must have noticed my efforts.  She reached over and
touched my hand.  "I see you're being conscious of how you eat.  Make
sure you take nice little ladylike bites.  This is part of your
education as a young woman.  You've never had the opportunity to learn
a lot of things other girls your age have known for years so I'm going
to make sure you have a chance to discover them, that is if you want
to."

	"Oh, yes please, Aunt Jeannie.  I want to be as much a girl as
anyone else.  I promise to be the best student in the world.  I know
I've got a lot to learn, especially about boys, so whenever you think
I need to know something, please tell me."

	"I will, and I'll try to make sure you know all about boys
before too long.  I've got the feeling you're going to need learn
quickly, judging from the looks the boys have been giving you today.
You really are a very pretty girl, and I'm not just saying that
because you're my niece."

	At that I blushed, not knowing how to handle flattery, but
loving it all the same.

	After we had eaten, I realized that I was in very serious
trouble.  I had to take a pee.  When I finally mentioned it to
Jeannie, she just smiled.

	"Come with me," she said, smoothly and quite casually.  "I
have to go myself."

 	When I realized what she was suggesting, I was horrified.  She
laughed at the expression on my face and as we walked toward the
powder room, and she told me something that was to become quite
important to me.

	"You're a girl now," she said, "so when nature calls, you'll
just have do the same thing the other girls do.  You'll learn."

	"You can't mean I should use the ladies' bathroom," I
stammered.  "I'd never be able to walk in there.  I'd faint, I know I
would.  Please, let's just go home before I burst."

	"Carrie, I've told you at least a dozen times today you can do
anything, go anywhere you want.  Absolutely no one is going to realize
you're not completely female without seeing you in the nude.  You've
got to stop being so paranoid.  Now follow me.  I have to go too, so
let's just get it over with."

	"Ok, but I want you to know I'm scared to death," I admitted.
"Please let's get in and out of there as fast as we can.  From now on,
I'm going to make sure I go before we leave the house."

	As we entered the powder room I began to tremble and, while I
had a smile on my face, it felt like it was pasted there and wasn't
working too well.  There were several women standing in the outer
room, but Jeannie and I ignored them and went into the room where the
facilities we needed were.  There were several toilets in little
stalls with the door that could be pushed closed.

	I ran into one of the empty stalls, locking the door securely
behind me.  I hung my coat and purse on the door hook, then used some
paper to clean off the seat.  I quickly lifted up my skirt and slid my
panties down as far as the tops of my stockings.  I carefully sat
down, all the time watching the door to be sure no one was spying on
me.  When I was satisfied that no one was watching, I slipped my cock
out from under the sanitary napkin and quickly peed.  What a relief!

	When I'd finished, I patted myself dry with some paper, then
pushed my penis back under the napkin, feeling so much safer with it
hidden.  I stood up, pulled up my panties, again being thrilled with
feeling so feminine.  I dropped my slip and skirt back into place
after adjusting my stockings.

	Finally, I sensed I was gaining some self-assurance.  I
thought about how no one had given me any strange looks all day.  On
the contrary, all the looks I'd received had been very flattering.  I
decided Jeannie had been right all along.  I'd been silly to doubt my
appearance.

	As I'd been warm all day wearing my coat inside the mall, I
now decided I'd carry it.  Before I'd felt too self-conscious to take
it off.  It was, I decided, time to be brave.  I was starting to enjoy
myself for the first time that day.  I was now a real girl.  I knew
it, no one else seemed to doubt it, so I might as well enjoy it.  What
a phenomenal feeling!

	I strolled out to the mirrors and checked out my appearance,
just as most of the other women there were doing.  What a pleasant
picture.  I loved my feminine reflection.  I couldn't remember any
time in my life I'd ever felt better.

	I fussed a little with my hair, then went and sat in one of
the chairs to wait for Jeannie.  It was even fun just sitting there,
crossing and uncrossing my legs, feeling the slippery smoothness of my
stocking-clad legs as they rubbed against one another, and it was
especially wonderful that there was no longer any ugly bulge to get in
the way.  How I loved being a girl!

	I noticed how nicely the room had been decorated.  The walls
were papered with soft pink flowers on white background.  The carpet
and chairs were a light grey.  So pretty and so unlike the mens' rooms
I'd been in.

	When Jeannie finally came out, she immediately noticed me
sitting there looking like the cat that had eaten the canary.  She
gave me a radiant smile and, when she's finished washing her hands, we
walked out together.

	"What's come over you, Carrie?" she asked.  "You're acting
like you own the world now."

	"I guess when I had time to think about what you've been
telling me, I realized how right you were.  No one all day has treated
me any differently than they treated you.  I just love being a girl
and now I think I finally beginning to relax and enjoy being Carrie.
Thanks for being so helpful, Aunt Jeannie.  I want you to know I love
you, and I really appreciate all the effort and expense you've gone
to.  You're the best friend and the best aunt anyone ever had."

	I could tell she was pleased.  "You're a very good nephew as
well.  Whoops, I better make that niece in the future."  We both
giggled at that.

	We continued our shopping, buying me all the pretty things
that Jeannie had promised.  I had such fun picking out a whole new
wardrobe.  All the pretty lingerie, dresses, jewelry, shoes and
hosiery.  I was in seventh heaven.  I guess the main reason we stopped
shopping was that we couldn't carry any more boxes.

	By the time we arrived home, I was dying to get into the house
and try on all my pretty new things.  Jeannie and I Carried everything
into my bedroom.  I couldn't believe all the boxes and bags.  It was
going to take hours just to put everything away, much less try them
on.

	Jeannie left me to play and experiment while she went and
started dinner.  We had a fabulous meal, special because Aunt Jeannie
felt this had to be a extraordinary day for me.  She let me have wine
with dinner and we just sat at the table when we were done, drinking
coffee and talking, reliving our day.

	"Carrie, honey," she said, "this truly was a terrific day.
You know, I feel as if you've been a girl all along.  I guess I'm more
comfortable with you as Carrie than I ever was with Chuck.  Somehow
you never seemed at ease with yourself or with me before.  Are you
happier now?"

	"I know I'm happier," I answered, quite honestly, "but today
has given me so many things to think about.  I'm a little scared about
the future.  Do you know what I mean?  If I'm really more female than
male, I'm going to have a lot of problems to solve.  I'm going to need
your help now more than ever."

	"You know I'll always be around to help you," she said, "so
don't worry.  We'll work everything out, you'll see.  If you decide
you want to be a girl all the time, then we'll simply register you in
another school as Carrie.  That will be easy.  I know people who can
get any kind of identification we'd need.  If you're sure at some
point that you'd like to consider a sex change, we'll explore that
possibility, too.  So why don't you just relax and enjoy being your
new self."

	"I will," I explained.  "It's just that I just need some time
to get used to all these changes and to learn more about being a
woman.  Once I do, I'll have to think more about what the future
holds."

	"That's the idea.  Now scoot.  Go and try on the rest of your
new clothes.  It's already late, so you'll have to hurry if you want
to finish before bedtime."

	I didn't need any more encouragement.  I went to my room and
spent the next hour or so trying on the rest of my new outfits,
rushing back into the living room and modeling each of them for Aunt
Jeannie.

	All in all, we had bought six dresses, four sweater and skirt
combinations, seven blouses, two pairs of pants, six pairs of shoes,
two blazers, a coat, three handbags, five bras, twelve pairs of
panties, three full slips, a half slip, a camisole and matching tap
panties, a gorgeous pink silk teddy, two garter belts, three nighties,
six pairs of panty hose, four pairs of stockings and all kinds of
scarves, jewelry and makeup.

	Parading around in front of Jeannie in all my new fashions
was, to me, the perfect end to a perfect day.  Everything seemed to
fit well, except for a skirt which needed shortening.  Jeannie told me
I should wear short skirts because, when a girl has legs like mine,
she should show them.

	Gradually I was learning the feminine art of walking in high
heels.  I was also learning how, with many suggestions from Jeannie,
to properly accessorize my outfits.  What jewelry for dressy
occasions, how to coordinate shoes, or what shade of eye shadow went
with each color and style.

	The last thing I modeled was my new very sexy peach negligee
with matching bikini panties.  Jeannie insisted I keep it on.

	"Carrie, I'm not ever going to let you sleep in anything other
than a pretty nightie," she said as I twirled before her.  "I always
hated those pajamas you used to wear.  You look so cute now.  Do me a
favor and throw out all those pajamas tomorrow."

	I went over and gave her a hug.  "I will, I promise.  I hate
them, too.  Please don't ever make me wear any of those dumb clothes
again.  I know I'll be much happier as a girl, you'll see."

	She held me in her arms and said softly in my ear, "I already
know that.  I just love the way you feel in this nightie and your
perfume smells so good."

	Her hands moved down my back, gently caressing me through the
silky fabric until she reached my panties.  She slipped her hand
inside the waist band, softly kneading my buttocks.  Even though I was
tired, I immediately became erect under the sanitary pad.  I pressed
my pubic bone into hers, lightly kissing her on the neck.

	"Carrie, it's about time you learned more about women.  I'm
going to give you some first hand experience on how a woman makes
love.  Give me just a moment to change into my nightgown, then we'll
get in my bed.  I'll show you how a woman likes her loving.  Do you
think you're ready for that?"

	I just shook my head, letting her know I was willing.  I was
too excited to talk.  We went into her bedroom, turned down the bed
and then I got in.

	Jeannie slowly undressed, knowing very well that my eyes never
left her for a moment.  She unzipped her dress and let it fall to the
floor.  She slid the straps of her slip off her shoulders and let it
fall around her ankles.  The sight of her in her bra and panties
almost made me come.  She turned toward me as she reached back to
unhook her bra.  Her bra slide down her arms and she smiled at me as I
stared at her breasts.  They were perfect, not too large and perfectly
shaped.  Her nipples were as erect as my penis.  I couldn't wait to
touch them.

	She walked over to her dresser, wearing only almost
transparent pale yellow panties, and got out her nightie.  Then she
came over to my side of the bed, laying the gown on the bed next to
me.

	"Carrie, I want you to finish getting me ready for bed.  Take
off my panties for me and then help me get into my night gown.  I
think you should pamper me a little tonight.  After all, we spent the
whole day doing things for you.  Now it's my turn."

	"Oh, Aunt Jeannie, I always would do anything for you, but
after today, I want to spoil you forever.  You just tell me what you
want and I'll do it, anything at all."

	"Just get me undressed and into my gown.  I can tell you're
still wearing your sanitary belt and pad.  You can take them off.
We're going to be putting your penis to work shortly, so let

it out of its cage."

	I got out of bed and stood next to her.  My heart was
pounding.  Although it seemed as if my arms were made of lead, I
finally managed to move.  She just stood there, smiling.  I took hold
of the elastic waist band of her panties and slowly slid them down her
legs.  I knelt in front of her as she stepped out of them.

	I looked up to see her vagina a few inches from my face.  I
moved forward and kissed it, feeling her slit against my lips for the
first time.  The smell of her sex was addicting.  It was all I could
do to stand up and put her nightie on her.

	My cock was very hard by this time, so I was glad to be able
to take it out from under the sanitary napkin.  I pulled my panties
back up, barely covering my erect penis.  The feel of the fragile
silky fabric against it sent shivers through me.

	I got into bed, letting Jeannie take the lead.  She
immediately took me in her arms, kissing me and delicately exploring
my body.  My hands roamed over her.  I was amazed at her softness and
suppleness.  Our bodies pressed together, her hips slowly rocking her
mons against me.  I took her breast in my hand, feeling the stiff
nipple.  What wonderful things breasts are.  How I wished they were
mine!

	"Carrie, I'm going to make love to you now.  I want you do as
I tell you, and if there's anything you don't understand, ask me.  If
there's anything you'd like to try, we'll do it, but not now.  Tonight
I want to teach you all about my body and yours, how a man pleases a
woman and how a woman pleases a man.  You're going to have to learn
both.  Someday you may want to be able to please a man yourself."

	With that, she kissed me again, slipping her hand down to
stroke my erection through my panties.  She had learned earlier how
much I loved that.  I needed no encouragement to follow suit.  I trace
her cunt lips with my finger tips, trying to remember her response to
each caress.  I wanted so badly to turn her on as much as she turned
me on.

	She finally sensed I was getting too excited.  She slipped my
panties down, then lowered her head and softly nibbled at the tip of
my hard on.

	"I want you to get on your back and then just relax.  I'm
going to get on top of you and put your penis in my vagina.  Don't do
anything.  If we don't go slowly, you'll come right away.  That's not
what I want.  I hope to keep you erect for a long time."

	She placed me as she wanted, then straddled my hips.  Very
slowly she lowered herself on to my cock.  As the tip touched her
lips, I fought to control myself.  It was incredible!  When she'd
finally inserted it all the way in, all my attempts at control weren't
enough.  I came and came, the throbbing seeming to concentrate all
sensation in my cock and balls.

	But fortunately I didn't lose my hard on.  She stopped for a
few minutes, leaving my cock inside her, and then went right at it
again.  This time I lasted for ten minutes and Jeannie was able to
have several intense orgasms.

	"Honey, you're a fast learner," she said.  "We'll rest for a
few minutes and then I want to teach you how to please a woman orally.
It's the best way to make sure a lady enjoys herself, so I want you to
be good at it.  It's one of my favorite forms of sex.  The best part
about it is I can get satisfaction from either a man or a woman.  I
bet you'll learn to love it as much as I do."

	By now I was relaxed enough that I felt comfortable asking her
a question.  "It felt so nice down there, especially when we were
making love.  Does it tastes as good as it feels?"

	Her response was completely honest.  "I think it does.  I've
always loved the taste of a woman's sex and I love how it turns a
woman on.  I love the way a man tastes, too.  Their cum has a salty
taste to it.  I think you'll learn to like these tastes as much as I
do."

	Our rest period lasted about five minutes.  Jeannie starting
licking my soft cock and in no time my erection reappeared.  She took
of her nightie and taught me how she liked her breasts sucked and
massaged.  Then she had me slowly kiss my way down until I reached her
pubic mound.  I spent a few minutes there, then moved straight down to
lick her cunt lips.  She was right.  The taste was super.

	She coached me on just how she wanted it done.  She told me
the names of the different parts of a woman's organs.  I'd never even
heard of a clitoris before that night, but I was an expert on hers by
the time it ended.  I loved pleasing her.  She'd been so wonderful to
me that I was more than willing to reciprocate.

	We fell asleep in each other's arms, sleeping like newborn
babes.  I dreamt all night about being a woman.

	What a day for me!  My first official day as a girl and my
first time making love to another woman.  Yes, that's what I said,
another woman.  By that time I felt very strongly that nature had
truly intended me to be a woman and that I probably would think of
myself that way for the rest of my life.


Chapter Two - Becoming a Girl




	The next morning we got up around eight.  Jeannie and I
showered together and then went into her room to get dressed.

	"Carrie, today I want you to pick out your own clothes.  I
don't want you to get used to me doing it for you.  You've got to
develop your own sense of style.  Experimenting with different outfits
is the only real way to do it.  You're welcome to wear anything of
mine or any of the new clothes we bought you yesterday.  I'll make an
occasional comment, but if you disagree, then you do as you feel is
best, ok?"

	I was anxious to get into my pretty clothes once again but I
took time to consider what Jeannie was saying.  "I'm going to need all
the help I can get for a while, so please let me know if there's
something you see that doesn't look right.  I want to look as good as
I can and until I learn all the things a girl needs to know, I'll
probably make a lot of mistakes if you don't give me hints."

	"You've been wearing girl's clothes for a while now," she
answered, "so just go with your instincts.  You look very pretty when
you take the time to get all dressed up.  I think you know more about
being a girl than you realize.  Have you decided what you're going to
wear today?"

	I'd been thinking about it all morning and, after considering
just about every possibility, I finally made a decision.  "I guess
I'll wear my new red sweater and red plaid pleated wool skirt.  If we
go shopping again and I'm going to be trying on clothes, wouldn't that
be easier to get in and out of than a dress?"

	"See, you're thinking like a girl already," she smiled.
"You're not going to need much help from me at all.  That's my
favorite of all the things we bought yesterday.  Hurry up and get
ready.  We're going to have another incredible day today, I can just
tell.  It's so nice to have a girlfriend to do things with, don't you
think?"

	She laughed when I blushed at the thought of being a girl and
being her friend.  God, being a female was so terrific.  I don't think
anything could have made me unhappy that day.

	I went into my room to get dressed.  I began by tucking my
privates under a sanitary napkin.  I pulled it tight to be absolutely
sure nothing at all would show.  I picked out a pair of white bikini
panties with lace around the waist and leg openings and the matching
bra which also had pretty lace insets.  With my breasts pads in place,
I once again began to feel like a true girl.  I decided to wear beige
panty hose and, as I had learned to love full slips as much as Jeannie
did, I selected a white one with matching lace.

	Aunt Jeannie helped me with my makeup and hair.  She also gave
me a manicure, then painted my nails with a shade of polish called
"Passionate Red."  I was thrilled!  I couldn't stop looking at my
nails.

	She finally rushed me off to finish dressing.  I removed all
the tags from my new sweater and skirt and carefully put them on.
Lastly, I put on little pearl earrings, my watch and a bracelet, then
just a hint of perfume.  I was very cautious as I didn't want to risk
ruining my pretty nails which were not completely dry yet.

	Jeannie found me in front of the mirror, staring at my
reflection, as usual.  I knew I'd never tire of seeing myself as a
woman.

	We spent an hour or so sitting around the breakfast table,
discussing yesterday's events.  Jeannie was particularly interested in
my reactions to having spent the day as a woman.

	"You seemed to be more at ease," she said.  "No typical
teen-age hostility about having to spend time with your aunt.  You
know, like the way you used to act.  As a boy, you're very quiet and
unsure of yourself, but you seemed different when you became Carrie.
You talked to me like any other adult would.  You appeared to be more
comfortable, even with yourself."

	"I was very nervous at the start," I said, "but as soon as I
realized people didn't take me for anything other than a girl, I
relaxed and began to enjoy myself.  I liked the way men stared at me
and the attention I got from the salesman in the shoe store.  But I
guess I'm confused about why I enjoyed it so much."

	Jeannie looked at me for a moment, as if deciding whether she
should tell me what was on her mind, then replied, "I've always sensed
a lot of femininity in you, even at an early age.  I thought it was
better to encourage what was natural in you rather than try to force
you to be something you weren't, so I gave you every opportunity to
express that side of your personality.  The reason I think you enjoyed
yesterday was because you finally accepted that this is the real you.
If you agree with me and want to continue to explore, then I'm more
than willing to let you develop your female side as quickly as you
want."

	I had to admit I'd never been very happy as a boy.  I was much
smaller than the rest of the boys my age and very quiet, so they
teased me a lot and rarely allowed me into their group.  I spent most
of my time playing with the girls in the neighborhood.  I guess I
liked playing with them better anyway, and they always treated me as
one of them.  I know there had been times I wished I'd been born a
girl, but would rather have died than admit that to anyone.  That is,
until now.

	"I guess that's why I was always happy when you allowed me to
wear girl's clothes," I admitted.  "I've even worn panties under my
clothes at other times.  I love the way they make me feel."  I could
feel myself blush as I admitted that to her.

	She laughed and told me she'd known it all along.  "The reason
I took so much time and effort yesterday was to let you experience
being a real girl.  I think you're old enough to begin making some
decisions for yourself.  If you want to try living as a girl, then
this would be the perfect time to start.  You're just about to
graduate from grammar school, and if you decide to be Carrie all the
time, then all we'll have to do is to switch school districts and
register you in high school as a girl.  You don't have to make up your
mind yet.  We've still got about six weeks left before registration.
Think about it for a while, and we'll discuss it again before then."

	The prospect of living as Carrie enchanted me, but, to be
honest, it also scared the heck out of me.  It meant becoming another
person and committing to a completely different way of life.

	"I think I want to try it, but first I need to know what
you'll expect of me.  Does that mean I have to remain Carrie for the
rest of my life?  And what about if I meet somebody and get serious?
There are so many things to consider."

	Jeannie reached over and took my hand in hers.  "You can
always be anything you want as far as I'm concerned.  If you find
being Carrie is not what you want, then we'll try anything you feel
might be right for you.  And as far as the opposite sex goes, if
you're a girl I'd expect you to act like any other girl and date the
boys you go to school with.  It's up to you to tell someone you care
about whatever you feel is right for the two of you.  Just remember,
I'm completely open to anything you want to try.  As long as you're
happy, that's all that really matters."

	"How about if we try it for the next few weeks," I said, "and
if I like it and want to continue as a girl, then we can register me
in school as Carrie."

	"Then Carrie it will be," she smiled, "at least for a while.
Let's get the dishes out of the way so we can begin working out all
the details.  This is going to be fun!  I don't think we'll have any
problems with the people in the neighborhood.  They're all so snobby.
They never take much notice of us anyway.  If someone asks, I'll say
my nephew went to boarding school and you're my niece from upstate
who's come to live with me.  I refuse to sneak around.  We're going to
go wherever we've been going.  You look so different and so much more
mature as Carrie, I'm sure no one will ever recognize the old you."

	As we were determined to finish all the shopping we hadn't
completed the day before, we hurried through the dishes and then drove
off to the mall.

	We arrived at the mall just as it was opening.  Jeannie felt
positive we'd finish all our shopping that day.  She wanted me to be
able to settle in as Carrie and she thought it would help if I had my
own wardrobe.

	"Carrie," she said, "if you see something you'd like and it's
not on our list, be sure to tell me.  We've got plenty of money to
spend and I want to get as much as we can today.  Once all this
shopping is out of the way, we can concentrate on completing your
training to be a young lady."

	"Ok, I'll tell you if I see something.  I guess I won't be
sure of everything I'll need until I get some more practice though.
What more do I need to know right away?"

	"Honey, you got to learn more about makeup and more about
doing your own hair.  If you like, we can let it grow longer.  It's a
nice length now, but most girls your age have longer hair.  Besides, I
think it'd be cute.  Many boys these days have long hair, so I don't
think anyone will say anything about it if you decide not to dress as
Carrie.  We can even get your ears pierced."

	"Also," she added, "I want you to take some time every day to
experiment with clothes.  I'll get you some fashion magazines and
they'll give you some ideas, but you should also look at what other
girls your age are wearing."

	"Oh, I'd love to let my hair grow," I answered excitedly, "and
it'd be fun, especially getting my ears pierced.  Please don't think
I'm silly, Aunt Jeannie, but I'm so happy when I'm Carrie and wearing
girl's things."

	"What's silly about that?  I loved being a girl when I was
your age and I still do.  Half the fun of being a teenager was
dressing up in new clothes or reading about them.  The other half was
talking about boys with other girls my own age.  You can do that once
you make some friends as Carrie."

	"Do you think I'll be able to, Aunt Jeannie?  It's so hard for
me to believe I can pass myself off as a girl that well.  I don't know
what I'd do if someone realized I was really a boy and then told
everyone I know about it.  I'd just die of embarrassment."

	"Carrie, you're as much a girl as I am.  How many times do I
have to tell you that you look and act just like any other girl.  All
you need is to develop some self-confidence.  Don't worry, it'll come
in time and then you'll have as many girl friends and boy friends as
any girl your age."

	Well, I guess I had to believe her.  No one had treated me as
if they were aware of my being different, so they must think of me as
a girl.  I know I was beginning to think of myself that way.

	We continued with our shopping, buying a robe and more pretty
lingerie.  Jeannie insisted I buy one very dressy dress.  I finally
found one at Nieman-Marcus.  It was a beautiful shade of pale rose
eyelet lace, with cap sleeves, a scalloped neckline and a full skirt.
I felt like a princess in it.  Once I had it on, I didn't want to take
it off.

	We went to the cosmetics counter and the saleslady showed me
what makeup would look best for my complexion and skin.  She showed me
how to apply it and how I should change it for evening wear.  She was
so wonderful to me.  Aunt Jeannie said she had even learned a few
tricks.

	Next, we went to the junior sportswear department, where, much
to my dislike, Jeannie insisted I buy some more pants in addition to
some of the skirts and blouses I'd already selected.  She said all
girls my age wear pants, usually jeans, so I had to wear them
occasionally, just so I'd fit in.  I hated them, but I knew she was
right, so I picked out jeans and one pair of dressier pants.

	After that, we went to the shoe department where I bought some
dressy shoes to wear with my new dress and some casual shoes for
everyday.  We finished up at one of the jewelry boutiques where I
bought some necklaces, four pairs of earrings and two rings.  I also
had my ears pierced.

	It was too early to go home, so we returned to the tea room
where we had had lunch yesterday and then, after going to the car to
lock up all our packages, we took in a movie at the theater in the
mall.

	It had been another great day for me.  I'd spent it totally as
a girl with no one wondering if I was a male.  We'd spent tons of
money on a new wardrobe for me.  I'd can't remember ever having been
more excited.

	When we returned home, I held another fashion show for
Jeannie, this time behaving like the models I'd seen on television.  I
swirled, trying to look sophisticated.  I acted so outrageously that
she was in tears by the time I'd finished.

	"Carrie," she said between bursts of laughter, "you really
were meant to be a girl.  I've never seen you so happy, or so
comfortable with yourself.  You used to act like such a child when you
were a boy.  Now, you don't act any differently than most of my
friends.  You've grown up in one weekend and come out of your shell.
I want you to stop thinking of me as Aunt Jeannie.  Let's just pretend
we're girlfriends, not aunt and niece, Ok?"

	That made me stop and think.  "You mean you'll treat me like a
girlfriend, rather than a niece?  That's fine with me.  I feel like
we're friends already."

	"I want us to continue as we started this weekend," she said,
"as equals.  You'll learn about being a girl faster that way and we
can share a lot more time if we're friends.  I'll teach you all the
feminine wiles and show you how to act around men.  Would that please
you?"

	"It guess it would, but I know I'll be very embarrassed, so
you'll have to be patient with me.  I know if I spend most of my time
as a girl, I'll need to know more about men.  It's just that I'm still
a little tense about having any kind of relations with a guy.  I think
I'd like to try it, but yet I'm afraid of what it means."

	"I understand what you're saying," she answered.  "I won't
push you into anything you don't feel comfortable with.  I'll just
teach you what you need to know if you decide you want to date men.
You're more girl than boy now, or so it seems.  It would only be
natural for you to date men.  Besides, do you remember what I told you
about being bisexual?  Many people are these days.  It's nothing to be
ashamed of."

	"If sex with men is as fun as it is with you," I said, "then
I'm sure I'll try it.  You make me so horny, even though you're female
and I feel I am too.  So maybe it doesn't matter to me what a person
is.  Is it as much fun with a man?"

	"You'll love dating as Carrie, I'm sure of it.  It's great fun
to have a man fuss over you and buy you presents.  Being pampered is
one of the best parts of dating, but I'm sure you'll find sex with a
man just as wonderful.  Just try it a few times and if it doesn't turn
you on, then you can try some alternatives.  But whatever you do,
don't knock it until you've tried it."

	I had to admit she was making sense.  "I guess it'll be fine
once I learn how to act.  Do you think boys will really want to date
me?"

	"Honey, when you get prettied up like you did this weekend,
you're as beautiful as any other girl, really you are.  Please don't
think I'm saying that just because I love you.  It's absolutely true,
I swear it."

	I knew from my many trips to the mirror that I wasn't too bad
looking.  I knew men liked my appearance from the looks I got at the
mall, but I couldn't quite believe I was beautiful, in spite of what
Aunt Jeannie said.  I decided I'd work hard to make the best of what I
had.  I'd learn all about makeup and clothes and I'd listen very
closely when she taught me how to act around men.  Maybe then I'd be
able to find someone who liked me.

	The rest of the day we spent talking.  She gave me tons of
tips on being a lady, taught me how to act around men, especially on a
date and told me many funny stories about her dating days.  We'd never
been so close or spent so much time talking to one another.  I guess
we both loosened up once we had things in common to discuss.

	The next seven weeks flew by.  We went everywhere together and
quickly became close friends, and I was more comfortable as Carrie
with each passing day.

	We both knew after about the first week I was truly meant to
be Carrie.  So somewhere

in the second week we sent a slightly altered record of my grades (we
only had to change my first name) to the high school I'd be attending
in the fall.  Jeannie had called there earlier and was assured I'd be
accepted for September.

	The next day she called a close girl friend of hers who was a
doctor.  She explained that her niece Carrie from Cleveland had come
to live with her and would be starting high school in the fall.  She
said as I was extremely shy and couldn't bear to get undressed or
shower in front of the other girls in school.  It would be a very
traumatic experience for me if I had to take gym classes.  Her friend
was very understanding and agreed to send a letter that would get me
excused from gym classes, but only if Jeannie would promise to get a
professional to help me with my problem.  Jeannie assured her she
would.

	When she hung up, she laughed and said, "If you had to shower
with the other girls, I'm sure it would be more traumatic for them
than it would be for you.  You'd probably love it."

	"By the way," she continued."  I've got a surprise for you.  I
decided last week that we needed to redecorate your room, so I ordered
new furniture for you.  Also, there's a new carpet coming and a man
will be over today to put up new wallpaper.  All those boy's things in
there looked ludicrous.  But that's all I'm going to tell you about
it.  We're going out to lunch and a movie and when we come back, I was
promised all the work would be done."

	"Oh, Aunt Jeannie," I said.  "You're so good to me.  I swear
I'm going to work very hard in school so you'll be proud of me.  Thank
you, thank you, thank you!"  I ran over to her a gave her a hug.  God,
I was so lucky!

	We went to the movies, but I don't even remember what the film
was about.  When we left the theater, I ran to the car.  "Come on," I
shouted, "I can't wait to get home."  I let out a squeal of delight.

	Jeannie looked at me with obvious pleasure in her eyes.  As we
drove home, she reached over and held my hand.

	"Carrie honey, every day I'm more sure we're making the right
choice.  You were meant to be female, I just know it.  In the last
month you've almost caught up for a lifetime of not being a girl, and
you now act like every other teen-aged girl I've ever met, even to
that squeal of excitement you let out a few minutes ago.  I'm so happy
for you and I know you're a lot happier, too."

	As we pulled into the driveway, I saw the decorator from
Sampson's, a local furniture store, standing in the doorway.  She was
a very pretty, petite blonde, somewhere in her early thirties I
guessed.  She waved and told us everything that all the work had been
completed as promised.

	I began to run into the house, dying to see what my room
looked like, but Jeannie took me by the arm.  "I know you're excited
sweetie, but that's no excuse for not acting like a lady.  I want to
introduce you to Mrs. Brooks.  Joan, this is my niece Carrie."

	I made myself slow down and be polite.  "I'm very pleased to
meet you, Mrs. Brooks.  Thank you so much for helping with my room."

	She gave me a warm smile.  "I'm very glad to meet you, Carrie.
You're just as pretty as your aunt said you were.  But you don't have
me to thank for your room.  It was all your aunt's idea.  I hope
you'll be very pleased with it."

	Sensing that I couldn't hold back any longer, Jeannie released
my arm and said, "Let's go see what it looks like.  I'm almost as
excited as you are, Carrie."

	I rushed in and, when I finally saw what had been done, I was
beside myself with joy.  I couldn't believe it.  It was beautiful,
like something out of a dream.  More beautiful than I could have hoped
for!

	There was a double bed with a canopy, a matching triple
dresser and a lighted makeup table, all made of maple.  The
wall-to-wall carpet was a pale shade of pink and felt like it was a
about a foot deep.  The walls had been redone with a flowery pink and
green wallpaper.  The bed was covered with a white eyelet spread and
the windows had white curtains that matched the bedspread.

	I must have thanked Aunt Jeannie a thousand times and I
probably hugged her almost as often.  I know there were tears in my
eyes.

	Jeannie and Mrs. Brooks also seemed very pleased with the way
my room had turned out, and they both agreed they would have loved a
room exactly like this when they were my age.

	When Mrs. Brooks left, I said to Jeannie, "I love you and my
room very much.  Now I can honestly say I feel a hundred percent
female.  You've made my life perfect.  I want you to know I really
appreciate all the trouble and expense you've gone to.  You didn't
have to, you know.  I could have lived with the room the way it was,
but don't you dare think of changing it back," I laughed.

	She stood there, holding my hand.  "I'm glad you like your
room so much and I love you too.  But you know, you're wrong on one
count.  We couldn't have left that room the way it was.  It was just
too boyish.  Maybe you could have put up with it, but think how you'd
feel if you had some girlfriends in and they saw your room the way it
was.  Can you imagine how the girls would talk?  And besides, you've
suffered with masculine things long enough.  I intend to see that
you're surrounded with pretty, feminine things from now on because I
know you'll be the best niece an aunt ever had."

	She was right, as usual.  "I guess I hadn't thought about
having other girls see my room.  I guess I still have a lot of things
to learn about being a girl."

	Although Jeannie hadn't let us be intimate since that first
night, I felt so close to her now.  I decided to tell her how I felt,
regardless of how she might react.  "Jeannie, I'd love it if you and I
were to spend tonight in my new bed.  I'd like you to be the first
girlfriend I have sleep over.  And I'd also like to show you how much
I love you.  Please, would you do it for me?"

	It was her turn to have tears in her eyes.  "I'd love it,
honey.  That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me.  I'd be
happy to help you christen your new bed and even happier to be your
friend."

	After dinner we got into our nighties and went to my room even
though it was only nine- thirty.  We got into my new bed, snuggling
under the covers.  I purposely didn't wear a pad under my panties and
soon Jeannie was aware of my erection pressing into her pubic bone.

	"What kind of a girl are you?" she teased me.  "Whatever do
you have in mind?"

	I decided I'd rather show her than tell her, so I slid down in
the bed.  I raised up her nightgown and, with my tongue, slowly
stimulated her clit.  I twisted around so my panty- covered cock was
close to her face.  She knew what I loved and in no time we both
erupted in a fabulous orgasm.  The rest of the night was spent
exploring each other's most intimate places.  We slept like babies,
locked in each other's arms.


                          -------- * --------


	The rest of that summer was spent perfecting my transformation
into Carrie.  We gradually built up my wardrobe of summer clothes and,
by the end of August, I no longer had a need to borrow any of
Jeannie's clothing.

	I became so used to living as Carrie I almost forgot about
ever having been male.  I learned to walk, talk, think and act like a
girl.

	As my hair approached shoulder length, Jeannie took me to a
beauty salon to have my hair professionally cut and styled.  She'd
told me a few weeks earlier I could choose any style I wanted.  As I'd
been looking through all the fashion magazines and had learned to pay
attention to the hair styles other girls my age had adopted, I was
sure of how I wanted it to done, long and with lots of curls.

	"Just like every other teen-aged girl," she laughed.  "I was
hoping you'd be different, but I guess I knew in my heart you'd choose
something like that.  You know this style will require a lot of work
to keep it looking nice, don't you?"

	"I don't mind," I said.  "In fact, it'll be fun for me.  I
want to look as pretty as possible for the first day at my new school.
I'll be nervous enough being with kids my own age for the first time
as Carrie, without worrying about how I look."

	Jeannie finally agreed, so when we got to the salon I showed
the stylist the picture I'd cut out of a magazine.  She said it would
be absolutely perfect for me.  An hour and a half later, I emerged
feeling like a fairy-tale princess.

	Jeannie took me out to lunch at a very expensive restaurant.
I felt to ladylike in theposh surroundings.  The waiters fussed over
us and the food was the best I'd ever eaten.

	Afterwards, we spent the balance of the day shopping for my
back-to-school wardrobe.  When we finally pulled in the drive around
seven, we were both happy and exhausted.  It took us three trips to
the car to empty all the packages out of the trunk.

	We spent the rest of the evening getting everything put away.
By the time we were done, I was ready for bed.  I went into the living
room and sat next to Jeannie on the couch.  I gave her a kiss,
thanking her again for being such a wonderful friend, then said
goodnight.

	"Before I go to bed Jeannie, I want you to know you can share
my bed any night you want.  I love you so much and you know how much
you turn me on.  Especially tonight."

	The kiss she gave me told me she was more than willing.  She
drew me into her arms and I responded by slipping my tongue between
her lips.  I sucked her tongue into my mouth as I felt her hand on my
stocking-covered knee.  Her fingers massaged my thigh, slipping
higher, up under my skirt and slip, past the top of my stocking, until
she reached my panties.

	I reached into her blouse, gently rolling her nipple between
my thumb and forefinger, just as she'd taught me to do.  Her moan told
me I learned my lesson well.  With my other hand I softly stroked the
back of her neck, weaving my fingertips through her hair.

	She gently parted my legs, reaching between to feel the bulge
growing under my imprisoning pad.  She reached into my panties and
unhooked my napkin, releasing my now fully erect penis.  Softly she
massaged my balls and cock, stopping only when she sensed I'd become
too excited.

	I moved my hand down and under her skirt, easing my way up
past her stockings and garters until I felt the moisture seeping
through the crotch of her panties.  She parted her legs and I teased
her clitoris through the delicate fabric, knowing how she loved it.
Now it was my turn to stop, delaying her orgasm until later.

	"Let's get out of these clothes," Jeannie said, "so we can
have some real fun.  But don't take everything off.  Let's leave our
stockings and garter belts on.  I want to feel your legs encased in
nylon while we're making love."

	I did as I was told, not that I had any objections.  We
stripped down to our garter belts and stockings, then rushed into bed.
She placed me on my back and mounted me so that her face was directly
over my cock.  She straddled my head, slowly lowering her oozing cunt
onto my waiting tongue.  I lapped up her juices as she teased the tip
of my erection with her tongue.

	I licked one finger and then gently slipped it into her anus.
We'd let my nails grow long over the summer, so I had to be especially
careful not to scratch her.  She shuddered as I probed deeper,
twisting my finger slowly, exploring her secret place.

	We spent a few more minutes entwined, then she turned around,
inserting my penis into her vagina and her tongue into my mouth.  She
moved slowly up and down, her hips pumping my cock while her tongue,
acting like a cock itself, fucked my mouth.

	We both came in a few minutes, unable to resist the fantastic
sensations.  Then she turned around once again and had me lick my
semen out of her cunt.  What an wonderful taste it had, having been
mixed with her juices.  I must admit I thought it was delicious.  It
was her idea

for me to do this because she wanted me to experience all the tastes
of sex, male as well as female.

	After completing my snack at her snatch, we spent time just
holding each other and exchanging pleasurable caresses, not willing to
let the enjoyment end.  Later we took a quick shower together, then
went back to bed, this time to sleep.

	The next morning Jeannie began teaching me how to use rollers
so I'd be able do my own hair.  I spent the rest of the day trying on
all my new clothes.  As I watched, Jeannie made any minor alterations
that were necessary.  I wanted to learn to do my own sewing, so she
started showing me the basics.  Jokingly I said I'd need to go to
school just to get a rest from all the lessons I was getting at home.

	The next two weeks before the start of class seemed to fly by.
As the time drew near, I became more and more excited.  I was looking
forward to starting school and making a lot of new friends.  Spending
the last six months as Carrie with Aunt Jeannie had been great fun and
very educational, but now I was more than ready to be with kids my own
age.

	The night before I was to start school, I got out all the
things I was going to wear the next day.  I'd selected a loose fitting
Mexican peasant blouse and skirt, cool and very feminine.  Underneath
I'd opted for a lacy white bra and matching panties, a white slip and
light beige hose.  My shoes were low, open-toed beige slings and I
decided I'd wear some white hoop bracelets and one ring, but no other
jewelry.  As I'd spent a lot of time in the sun and had a good tan, my
makeup was minimal, just a little mascara and blusher.

	I called Jeannie into my room to show her my choices.  She had
me try on everything, just to be sure.  When I was dressed, she gave
me a thorough check, then told me I looked very pretty.  I blushed,
but I knew I'd never tire of hearing her tell me I was pretty.  I set
my alarm for six a.m., wanting plenty of time to make sure my hair and
nails would be perfect.

	I didn't sleep well at all.  I felt like a child again,
waiting for Christmas morning to come.

	I was up an hour before my alarm went off, in the kitchen
making coffee, when I finally realized everything was going to be
fine.  I'd spent the entire summer and much of the spring as a girl.
I'd gone everywhere, done anything I'd wanted and no one had doubted
my femininity.  Worrying about my first day at school was silly and
would only make things worse.  Somehow I knew I'd be just fine.

	When Jeannie finally joined me in the kitchen around
six-thirty, I was as cool as a cucumber, sitting there finishing my
coffee and polishing my toe nails.  She sensed the change in me
immediately and guessed why.

	"You've finally realized you're going to be fine today,
haven't you," she said.  "If you were as nervous this morning as you
were last night, your nail polish would be all over your toes."

	We both giggled at the thought of that.  I told her about how
I'd come to that conclusion, and now realized I'd really been a girl
all along, so there was nothing for me to be scared about.

	Jeannie's eyes began to mist over as I told her how I felt.
"Honey, I'm so glad you've finally accepted your femininity.  About
two months ago I decided you probably were meant to be a girl all
along, but I was afraid you'd be unable to accept it, or worse, go
back and forth between being male and female, never truly being
comfortable as either.  Now do you realize how wonderful your life
will be?"

	"I think I'm going to want to be as female as possible and, if
you agree, sometime soon I want to start taking female hormones.  I'm
not sure I want to have my male organs removed just yet, though.  I
have so much fun in bed with you using them.  I'd hate to give that
up."

	"That's a big step, Carrie, but your taking hormones is
something I could accept, so long as you realize all the consequences
before you start taking them.  Are you aware how your body would be
affected?"

	"I know my boobs would get bigger, but that's all I know
about.  Are there other side effects?"

	"I did a little reading at the library about the effects of
female hormones on transsexual men and you're right about breast
enlargement.  But you'd also fill out at the hips, just as any girl
going through puberty would.  You'd probably never have to shave your
face and the rest of your body hair would become soft and light.
Also, there's a possibility you'd have difficulty getting an erection,
depending on the dosage you take.  As far as I was able to tell,
that's all the effects.  How do you think you feel about that?"

	"Oh, that's exactly what I'm hoping for," I admitted.  "I hate
not being well developed and, as for body hair, I wouldn't care if I
ever had any.  The only thing I'd want to be careful about is being
able to get hard.  I think I'd miss that a lot, but if we're careful
about the dosage, then it'd be fine, right?"

	"Yes, I guess so," she said as a wistful smile crossed her
face.  "I know I'd miss you erections, too.  I love the way you feel
inside me.  Tell you what.  You think about hormones and the side
effects for a while, and then we'll talk about it again, when you've
made up your mind about them, Ok?"

	"I'll think about it, but I'll tell you right now I'm sure I
want to take them.  I'm dying to have real breasts and although I know
I'm not skinny in the hips, I'd love to have them fill out and look
more feminine.  I see other girls in tight jeans, how their fannies
look and I want mine to look just like that too."

	Jeannie laughed, knowing how sensitive I was when it came to
my appearance.  "You're silly, you know that.  I've seen more than one
guy admiring your bottom.  It's just perfect the way it is.  But I
agree with you when it comes to your bust.  You'll need some
development there eventually if you're to continue living as a female,
and especially if you begin dating boys, as I'm sure you will."

	"Can I start on them right away?" I asked.  "I promise I'll be
careful about how many I take, so I'll still be able to get hard.
Please, Jeannie?"

	"Alright," she said.  "Let me see if I can even get any.  It
might be difficult without a prescription, but not impossible.  Almost
any drug is available these days, if you know where to look.  Are you
positive that's what you want?  I need to be sure you know what you're
doing."

	I'd never been surer of anything and told her so.  "You know
yourself I'm much happier as a girl than I ever was as a boy and I've
never had any doubt about wanting to stay as Carrie.  Please?"

	"I'll see what I can do," she said, knowing in her heart I was
completely committed to my feminine self.  "I don't think it'll be too
difficult.  Just leave it to me.  You'd better get a move on or you'll
be late for your first day.  Don't forget to take some money with you
for lunch."

	"Ok, but please get me the pills as soon as you can.  I want
to start on them as soon as possible."

	My toenails were dry, so I went back to my beautiful new room
to finish dressing.  I'd already showered and shaved my legs, so all I
had left was my hair, makeup and getting dressed.

	I'd become very good at makeup over the summer, so that only
took me a few minutes.  My hair was another matter.  I'd always had
fairly long hair, but over the summer we'd let it grow much longer.
Now it reached my shoulders.  I loved it even though it took me about
a half hour to style it, but I felt the results were worth the effort.
I wore it parted in the middle, with lots of curls to frame my face.
As it was almost blonde, the effect was very feminine.

	When I was satisfied it was just perfect, I squirted it with
hair spray to be sure it wouldn't get messy on the way to school.  I
slipped off my robe and, looking at the time, realized I'd need to
rush to finish dressing on time.

	I put my sanitary pad in place, pulling the belt up as tightly
as I could, then slipped into my white bikini panties.  I hooked my
bra in front, sliding the pads into place.  I hoped Jeannie would be
able to get me hormones soon because I couldn't wait until I had
breasts of my own.

	I sprayed my body with a little perfume, then quickly hooked
my garter belt and pulled on my hose.  I looked down, loving the way
my painted toenails looked through them.  My new slip looked equally
great.  I thought what a shame it was to have to cover it up.  It was
so pretty.

	Jeannie came in to hurry me as I was getting my blouse on.
"Carrie, you really are pretty.  I'm so happy for you.  I know you'll
love being at your new school and I know you'll makes tons of friends,
especially boyfriends.  I want to her all about how it went as soon as
you come in the door this afternoon, so be sure to remember as much as
you can."

	"I will, I promise," I replied as I pulled up my skirt.  "I'm
starting to get a little nervous, but I know everything will be fine.
As soon as I get my shoes on, I want you to make sure everything is
perfect."

	I slid into my shoes and lastly put on my bracelets and ring.
I added just a touch more perfume to my wrists and neck.  I grabbed my
purse, making sure I had my wallet and all the papers I'd need to
register at school.  I was ready, willing and I hoped able to start
spending the rest of my life as a girl.

	Jeannie looked me over carefully, tucking in a loose strand of
hair.  "I think you're ready, honey.  Let's get out of here.  I'll
drive you, so you won't be late."

	I ran out to the car, being careful not to wrinkle my skirt
when I got in.  As it was only a mile away, we were there in no time.

	We had no trouble finding the school.  It was a new building,
a one story affair, surrounded by open grounds and athletic fields.

	When Jeannie dropped me off in front, I leaned across the car
seat and gave her a kiss good-bye.

	She said, "Honey, I don't want you to be nervous or shy today.
You're just as smart and just as pretty as any of the other girls
you'll be meeting.  You're also a very likable person, so be outgoing
and make a lot of friends.  All the kids in your class will be new at
this school and they'll be just as anxious as you are.  Ok?"

	"I'll probably be nervous no matter what you say, so I'll just
try to hide it and make as many friends as I can.  By the way, thanks
again for being such a wonderful aunt."

	"You make it a pleasure," she said as she returned my kiss,
"and give me a call if you want me to pick you up after school."

	"Ok, but I'll probably take the bus.  I want to start being a
little independent.  Bye."


Chapter Three - The School Girl


	I started up the walk with a smile on my face, trying to look
nonchalant.  My heart was racing a mile a minute.  What if they find
me out?  What if no one likes me?  I almost turned around and went
back to the car, but in the end I realized I had no choice, so I went
in.  I immediately found myself surrounded by several hundred other
kids.

	There were signs directing all new students to the auditorium
for an orientation lecture.  I followed the others headed there,
probably feeling no more nervous that anyone else.  I took a seat
about midway down, in a vacant aisle.  Within minutes, two other girls
and a boy had joined me.  We made a few jokes about how terrible it
was to have to start school again, although I'm sure we were happy to
be starting high school and feeling very grown up.

	There was a short talk about the school and the rules, and
then we were given our homeroom assignments.  We were called, class by
class and left with our teacher leading the way.

	As we walked to our room, we passed a lot interesting labs and
craft rooms.  I was beginning to feel like maybe I could enjoy being a
student here.

	Once in our homeroom, we were assigned seats by Mrs. Newman,
our teacher.  She looked like she had been teaching for at least
ninety years.  When we had all settled in our seats she had us stand
up in turn and say a few things about ourselves.  Everyone stammered
out their name, where they'd gone to grammar school and where they
lived.

	When my turn came, I got up and gave my name, said I'd gone to
school in Cleveland before moving here to live with my aunt.  Then I
told them where we lived.  I tried to be relaxed, but my nerves got
the best of me, and I'm sure I came across just about as dumb as
everyone else had.

	After the introductions, Mrs. Newman told us what books and
supplies we'd need for the semester and gave us a brief description of
our subjects.  By the time we were done, it was lunch time, so she
dismissed us.

	I walked to the cafeteria with two girls who had been sitting
near me in class, Diane and Patty.

	Diane was smaller than I, with short light brown hair and
large brown eyes.  She had a very petite figure and I guessed she was
just beginning to fill out.  She told us she was the youngest of four
kids, with three brothers who never let her have any peace.  She lived
in the suburbs.

	Patty had pretty red hair and was about my height.  She was
very outgoing.  She had beautiful green eyes and a figure I envied.  I
guessed from her clothes that her parents had money.  She said she was
an only child and, after what Diane said, glad she didn't have any
brothers.  Her family lived just a few blocks from Jeannie's house.

	She made both of us laugh when she gave us her appraisal of
the boys in our class.  "They all seem like they're still in fifth
grade.  All bony and shy.  God, they're totally terrible!  I hope the
older boys here are better looking."

	I told them about Aunt Jeannie and how nice she was to me.  I
gave them the story Jeannie and I had prepared to explain my move here
- that I'd come here for school because my family had refused to send
me to the inner city school I'd been assigned to in Cleveland and, as
they couldn't afford to send me to a private school, this was their
only other choice.

	We hit it off right away.  The three of us spent the rest of
the day together and when school was over, Patty and I waited with
Diane until her mother picked her up.  Then we took the cross-town bus
home together.

	By the time we reached our stop, I knew all about every boy
she had been out with and everything that had happened on each date.
I made up a few stories about dates I'd been on, but admitted to her
she was way ahead of me when it came to boys.  She laughed and told me
she was sure I'd catch up.  She'd said she'd noticed some boys looking
at me in school.

	"Would you like to come over to my house for a while?" she
asked.  "Both my parents are gone all day and I hate being home alone.
I'll show you all the new clothes mom bought me for school.  My mother
and I went to New York for two days and bought everything there.  It
was a neat trip and what a city!  I'd just love to live there.  I'd
never be bored, like I am here most of the time."

	"I'd like to," I answered, "but I want to call my aunt when we
get there.  She'd be nervous if I was late coming home on the very
first day.  I hope your fridge is full, because I'm absolutely
starving."  That was the truth!  I'd been too nervous and I guess too
busy talking to eat much of anything at lunch.

	When we walked up her front walk, I knew I'd been right about
her family having money.  Her neighborhood was only two blocks from
ours, but was considerably ritzier.  Her house looked like something
out of a book.  All red brick, with white trim and about twice as big
as our house.

	We went in and headed straight for the kitchen.  We both were
famished, so we ate all kinds of junk.  After we finished pigging out
I gave Aunt Jeannie a call just so she wouldn't worry about me.

	Then we went upstairs to Patty's room.  I was glad to see it
wasn't any nicer than mine, although it was somewhat larger.  She had
a walk-in closet and more clothes than a lot of stores.  She told me
her mother was a buyer for a department store and got lot of things
free, or close to it.

	She gave me a complete tour of her wardrobe.  She had tons of
clothes, more shoes than I had seen in one place before and a lingerie
collection that looked like something from France.  Everything
appeared to be very expensive.

	"I've got a dresser full of nothing but underwear," she said.
My mother brings me things from Paris and New York.  But I don't have
any reason to wear things like this."

	She was holding up what had to be the most beautiful slip I'd
ever seen.  It was a pale shade of yellow and trimmed with what I
guessed was antique handmade lace.

	She showed me nightgowns, panties, garter belts and teddies,
all works of art, the kind of thing most women own one of in their
whole lives.  I could hardly believe my eyes.  Maybe she had no reason
to wear them, but I knew I would have worn them, reason or not, if
they were mine.

	I was very impressed and told her so.  "If I had this many
clothes, I'd probably spend most of the day trying things on.  I'd
never be able to make up my mind about what to wear."

	"I know what you mean," she laughed.  "I have that problem
sometimes.  If you see something you'd like to try on, go ahead.  I
just love experimenting with clothes, don't you?"

	"I didn't used to," I admitted honestly, "but lately, I've
really gotten into it.  I guess it's because of being around my aunt.
She loves clothes and she taught me to like them, too.  She showed me
how to choose what will look right for me.  I used to look like a
tomboy before I moved here this summer."

	"Well, you sure don't look like a boy now," Patty replied.
Would you like to try on this slip?"

	"Thanks, but I'd feel funny trying on something that
expensive.  I'd be afraid I'd tear it."

	"Oh, don't worry," she said.  There's so many things here that
even if one thing was gone, I don't think I'd ever miss it.  Besides,
I can tell from the look on your face your dying to try some things
on.  I'll feel bad if you don't.  Want to try on my new bathing suit?"

	The white bikini she held up couldn't possibly have covered
everything than needed to be covered on her.  It was tiny, to say the
least.

	"No way," I said, lying in my teeth, "but thanks.  Do your
parents let you wear something so sexy?  I know my aunt would have a
fit if I did."  That probably wasn't true, but I couldn't explain to
Patty the special relationship Jeannie and I shared.

	She just smiled.  "My mother gave it to me.  She said if
you've got it, flaunt it.  It's the best way to get the boys to notice
you, she told me."

	"They'd sure notice you in that suit," I giggled.  "You'd
probably be surrounded by guys just staring at you.  I guess it
wouldn't be so bad, but I know I'd feel naked init.  Don't you?"

	"Not really, but they sure do stare.  Last year I wore one
even smaller than this and I never had to worry about getting dates.
Of course, I had to fight some of them off, but I didn't mind.  I got
to meet a lot of sexy boys and go to all the fun places."

	My face turned red and she laughed.  I was surprised to find
out a girl my age could be so frank about sex.  I was also getting
more than a little turned on.  The thought of her in a skimpy bikini,
teasing a bunch of horny guys, was making my cock strain at the napkin
holding it in.

	"Why don't you try it on," I said, hoping she wouldn't realize
how much I wanted her to.  "I'd love to see how you look in it.  I
think it's great that your mother can be so open with you.  She must
be a neat lady."

	"Ok," she answered, "if you want me to model it for you, I
will.  You're right about my mother, except that she's my stepmother,
so she's more like a friend to me than a real mother.  She's taught me
a lot about boys."

	She walked over to her bed and started undressing, just as if
she'd known me all her life.  I wasn't prepared for anything like
that, but I admit the idea of objecting never crossed my mind.  As she
took off each piece of clothing, I just stared harder and hoped I
didn't look as interested as I was.

	She took off her panties and stood across the room from me
completely naked.  I couldn't tear my eyes away from her pubic mound.
It had a light covering of red hair and her labia were very visible.
I felt a very familiar stirring in my own pubic area.

	I just had to say something, I was so nervous.  "I'd do
anything to have the kind of body you do, Patty.  I've given up hope
that I'll ever have great boobs.  If I tell you a secret, will you
promise never to tell anyone?"

	"Sure, I promise," she said.  "I think we're going to be very
good friends and we'll both know a lot of things about each other.
I'd trust you not to tell my secrets and you can trust me."

	I decided she meant it.  Besides, if she was right and we did
become close friends, then she'd probably find out most of my secrets
anyway.  That is, all but one, if I could help it.

	"After Aunt Jeannie finally got me interested in nice
clothes," I said, "I almost reverted to being a tomboy because I
couldn't stand getting all dressed up, looking mostly adult except for
my chest.  So she got some padding to help fill me out.  She didn't
like doing it and she kept telling me it'd happen all by itself in a
few months, but I just couldn't stand the way I looked.  Promise me
again you won't tell.  I die if anyone else found out."

	"I promise, I promise," she responded.  "I'd never tell
anybody.  I know just how you feel because last year I didn't have
much on top either, so I went and did the same thing.  Next year
you'll have great boobs and we'll both laugh at this.  Now, what do
you think of the suit?  Does it cover, or not?"  She came over and
stood in front of me.

	"The bra almost covers you," I said, trying not to gawk, "but
you'll have to shave a few pubic hairs before you wear that bottom.
Turn around and let me see the back."

	She turned around and I was treated to a close up of her
shapely ass.  It was all I could do not to reach out and caress it.
Instead, I said, "Well, you're barely covered.  I guarantee you're
going to get loads of attention when the boys see your bottom in this
and, believe me, they can see a lot of it.  Whatever you do, don't
ever let your father see you in it.  He'd never let you out of the
house."

	We both laughed and then, as she took the bikini off, she
asked, "Would you like to try it on?  I bet you'd look good in it,
too."

	Even though I was very distracted by her nude body, I had my
wits about me enough to refuse her offer.

	"I'd love to see how I'd look in it, but I've got my period,"
I said.  If I had been alone, I'd certainly have put it on, but I knew
I'd couldn't get away with doing that in front of anyone.  My body,
especially between my legs, just wasn't feminine enough yet.

	"Well, there are lots of other things here.  See if this looks
good on you," Patty replied.  "I think it's too old for me yet."

	She handed me a pastel pink dress that was decorated with
sequins in the shape of a flower on the top, had long clinging sleeves
with a full skirt and was cut low in the back.  It was made out of a
sheer, silky fabric.  It just oozed sex appeal.  I couldn't wait to
get it on.

	She unbuttoned the back of my blouse for me and as I stepped
out of my skirt, she said, "I think you've got a cute figure.  I don't
think mine's any better than yours.  In fact, I wish my legs were as
nice as yours."

	"Thanks, but any time you want to switch bodies, just let me
know," I more than truthfully replied.  Little did she know how much I
meant it, or how surprised she'd be if that ever occurred!

	I was getting a little self-conscious standing there in front
of her in my slip, so I quickly took the dress off the hanger, being
very careful of the sequins, and stepped into it.

	Patty pointed me toward the full length mirror on her closet
door.  I was thrilled with the dress and with the way I looked in it.
I pirouetted so the full skirt would fan out and told Patty I felt
like a princess at a ball waiting for Prince Charming.  What a
terrific dress!

	She gave me the matching shoes to wear and I knew I could
spend the rest of my life in this dress and never get tired of it.

	We spent the rest of the afternoon talking and trying on her
clothes and makeup.  By the time her mother arrived home, we were
getting to be real friends.  She introduced me to her mom and told her
all about my having moved here from Cleveland.  Her mother seemed to
be very nice and I think I could have stayed there for hours more
talking to the two of them but, as it was getting late, I thought I'd
better leave.  I didn't want to over stay my welcome.  I knew Aunt
Jeannie would be a little anxious and very curious about how my day
went, so I thanked Patty and her mother, and left.

	On the walk home I ran through the day's events in my mind.
I'd gotten over my nervousness quickly enough and thought I'd like the
school.  I'd met two girls who were very nice and I was sure we'd be
good friends eventually.  But most of all, I was sure no one doubted I
was a girl.  What a super day it had been.

	Aunt Jeannie and I discussed everything that had happened when
I got home.  She was overjoyed when she heard I'd met some girls my
own age.

	"I think it's very important for you to spend time with them,
so you can catch up on what other girls your age think about and talk
about, and particularly how they act," she said.

	"The only two things they think about or talk about are
clothes and boys," I replied.  "I love talking about clothes, but I
still don't know what to think about boys."  I had learned by this
time I could discuss any subject with Aunt Jeannie.  She gave me
advice, but didn't try to force me to do things her way.

	"How are you feeling about boys lately, Carrie?  Are you
attracted to them?  Don't be embarrassed to admit it if you are.  As
far as I'm concerned, you're a girl and I think of you that way.  So,
although you might be uncomfortable thinking of boys in a sexual way,
I consider that to be the normal way for you to feel."

	"I know I'm attracted to them," I answered, "but I still feel
a very strong attraction towards girls as well.  That's what confuses
me.  Today, when Patty undressed in front of me, I was very turned on.
Whenever I see you walking around in your bra and panties, I almost
always get hard.  See what I mean?  I can't make up my mind."

	Jeannie paused for a minute and then said, "Oh, honey.  I had
no idea you were so confused.  You should have said something earlier.
Let me explain something to you.  I think you're old enough to
understand what I'm talking about."

	"There are many people in this world who are attracted to both
sexes.  They're called bisexuals and it seems to be more common for
women to be this way than for men.  They like to make love to either a
man or a woman, and sometimes to both at the same time.  It's a
perfectly natural way to feel.  I even think it's even preferable.  I
know what I'm talking about, because I'm one of them.  So just relax
and enjoy it."

	"Really?" I said.  "You're not just saying that to make me
feel better, are you?"

	She reached over and took my hand.  "No, I wouldn't do that.
Once you get used to the idea, you'll find out, like I did, that all
it means is you'll have many more chances for sexual pleasure.
Everyone is a possible lover, not just one gender.  I grew up feeling
bisexual and I'm glad I did."

	"Your mother and I shared a room as children.  When we were
very young, we started to experiment with each other's bodies using
our hands.  I knew her body better than I knew my own.  As we grew
older, we learned how to please one another orally.  But that didn't
stop us from liking boys, or from having sex with them.  Even after
she'd married your father, we still loved to cuddle and turn each
other on occasionally."

	"That's the reason she insisted I be the one to raise you if
anything ever happened to them.  She knew I'd never be judgmental,
never enforce a lifestyle on you that you weren't comfortable with.
You know, you might even say bisexuality runs in the family," she
added with a grin.

	I laughed at that.  I know I felt a lot better after she
explained it to me.  What a relief.

	"Aunt Jeannie," I asked, "seeing as you've had experience, is
it better one way or the other.  I mean, is sex more satisfying with a
man or a woman?"

	"It doesn't matter who or what your partner is.  What's
important is how you feel about them and how they feel about you.  If
you both take the time to be tender and loving, to consider each
other's needs, then sex is beautiful no matter who you're with."

	We talked all through dinner and up to ten o'clock, until we
were both falling asleep.  I wanted to keep talking, but I was just
too tired, so I gave her a kiss good night and headed for bed.  I
prayed tomorrow would be as nice as today had been.


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	As the school year progressed, I became so used to living as a
girl, I rarely ever considered my true gender.  The only time I was
aware of my penis was in bed with my aunt or when my hormones got the
best of me.  Then I'd have to relieve myself by masturbating.  When I
did, I fantasized about how I would feel if I were a complete female,
or about making love to whichever boy was my current heart throb.

	For my birthday in October, Jeannie gave me almost an entire
new wardrobe and, much to my everlasting joy, a very special present.

	We were in the living room sitting on the couch.  I'd just
finished opening my presents and I was excited by all the beautiful
things I'd received.  Jeannie reached over and took out a small,
exquisitely wrapped box from the end table.

	Before she gave it to me, she said she first had to explain
something.  "I want you to think long and hard before you decide if
this gift is right for you.  It involves a change in your life almost
as extreme as becoming Carrie.  If you have any doubts whatsoever, you
must tell me.  Promise?"

	Was I ever curious!  I had no idea what she was talking about
and it wasn't like her to be so serious.  But I trusted her and told
her so.  "I promise.  I know you've always done what's best for me.
Besides, don't I tell you everything anyway?".

	"I hope so," she answered.  "You know I'll try to help you
with any problem you have, and I try not to be judgmental."

	She handed me the box, but the odd look on her face didn't
change.  I carefully unwrapped the box and when I opened it, I was
still perplexed.  It contained two small cut glass bottles.  They
looked very old and very expensive.  One held oval shaped purple pills
and the other smaller white circular pills.

	"Is this some kind of a joke?" I asked.  "You know how I hate
to take medicine."

	I could tell she was very anxious.  There wasn't a hint of
humor in her voice as she spoke.  "Honey, these are absolutely no
joke.  They're female hormone pills."

	My face lit up like a flash bulb and I threw myself into her
arms with a shout of joy.  I couldn't stop squealing with delight!  I
was laughing and crying!

	She finally calmed me down with a very stern look.  "There are
some things you have to know.  I want you to fully realize all the
consequences of taking hormones before you make your decision."

	She paused to let that sink in before she continued.  "If you
decide you want to take them, after a few months you're going to begin
to develop breasts.  Also, the rest of your body will become more
feminine.  Your hips and derriere will fill out and your skin will
become softer.  Also, as long as you take them, your voice won't
change and you won't grow a beard.  Now that's the plus side."

	"On the minus side, if we aren't careful and you take too
many, there's a chance you won't be able to get an erection.  And,
once your breasts and nipples are enlarged, only surgery would restore
them to the normal size for a male.  So you can see why I want you to
be so sure before you begin taking them."

	I was still so ecstatic.  I couldn't believe my eyes and ears!
"Oh, Aunt Jeannie!  I love you so much!  Of course I want to take
them.  I know exactly what they'll do.  How did you get them, anyway?"

	"Don't ask," she said.  "But it's wasn't a big problem.  The
only things that are really against the law to get without a
prescription are the kind of drugs you can get addicted to.  No one
seems to care too much about pills like these."

	I knew she wasn't the kind to take foolish chances, so I
relaxed and opened the bottles so I could get a better look.  "Can I
take one now?  Please?"

	"Are you sure, Carrie?  You must be two hundred per cent sure,
or I won't let you take them."

	"I'm at least five hundred per cent sure," I said, meaning it
absolutely.  "Oh, please believe me.  I want breasts more than
anything.  I can't stand having to wear falsies.  Please, please let
me take them!"

	Jeannie paused for just a brief moment.  "Ok, I'm guess it'll
be alright, but I want you to keep a close eye on any changes that
take place in your body and you must let me know at once if you become
concerned.  I want to know about any body development or if you're
having trouble getting an erection.  You will tell me right away,
won't you?"

	I assured her that I'd not only tell her, but as soon as my
boobs got big, I'd flaunt them.  "Oh, Aunt Jeannie, I love you more
than anything in the world.  You've made me happier than I've ever
been in my whole life.  I want you to know how much I appreciate you."

	We hugged and we both had tears in our eyes.  I knew she was
happy too, but nowhere near as thrilled as I was.

	I started taking the pills that day and took them right on
schedule from there on in.  By March, my nipples were enlarged and
sensitive, and I was able to fill out a AA bra.  I couldn't keep my
hands off my breasts.  Jeannie teased me that I was going to rub then
off if I didn't stop caressing them.  But I loved touching them and so
did she whenever she slipped into my bed at night.  My hip measurement
also increased by two inches and I was very pleased because now I
filled out all my skirts exactly the way I wanted to.  I had no
problem getting or maintaining an erection, so I guess the dosage was
appropriate.

	I'll never forget the tenth of May.  That's the day Jeannie
and I decided my falsies weren't necessary anymore.  I was up to a
full A cup.  My breasts, although they weren't big, were as large as
most of the girls in my class.  I began to open more buttons on my
blouses.  The dresses I used to think were too low cut suddenly became
my favorites.  I adored it when a boy looked hungrily at my breasts!
How I loved being a girl!

	After a year of doing my own hair and makeup, that daily
ritual had become second nature to me.  But I was still delighted
every morning when, right after my shower, covered with scented powder
and perfume, I put on my pretty lingerie and feminine clothes.  I
loved the way I looked in the mirror.  I doubt any teen-aged girl ever
primped more than I did.

	Patty, Diane and I had become very close friends.  If we
weren't at each other's homes after school, then most probably we were
on the phone together.  There was almost nothing we didn't know about
each other.

	We spent hours discussing boys and clothes, hating the way
boys acted and treated us, but loving them anyway.  We poured over
each new fashion trend and experimented on each other with every new
hair style.  In spite of all the tales we told each other, none of us
had much real experience with the opposite sex.

	Patty and I had become especially close, I guess because our
interests were more similar and because we lived so near one another.
She and I always seemed to have the same opinions about things and
enjoyed most of the same activities.

	The only thing we differed on was boys.  She leaned towards
the jock type.  I was more attracted to the intellectual type,
although I had nothing against a great body.  I guess I felt the jocks
were too into themselves.  I wanted my special guy to be more
interested in me, not live and breathe sports as most jocks seemed to
do.  I liked cute where she liked rugged.

	Although I liked Patty very much, I knew I could never tell
her, or anyone else for that matter, about my true self.  Sometimes it
bothered me, not being completely honest with her, but as Aunt Jeannie
said when I discussed it with her, there was no real reason to tell
Patty.  She'd certainly have a difficult time trying to understand
such an unusual need in me.  I knew she was right.  How could I expect
her to understand what I was going through, especially when I couldn't
completely understand it myself?

	Neither Patty nor I was the least bit self conscious about
getting undressed in front of each other.  The sight of her in her
lingerie or less always sent blood pulsing to my cock.  I guess I was
beginning to realize that what I felt for her was more than just
friendship.  At night, I often had fantasies about making love to her,
both as a woman and as a man.

	So, when her parents were going out of town for a weekend and
she asked my to sleep over at her house while they were away, I had
very mixed feelings.  I finally went to Jeannie and asked for her
advice.

	"I want to go," I explained, "but I'm afraid of what might
happen.  Suppose I talk in my sleep or she notices the bulge in my
panties.  She'd hate me, I know it.  And what about school.  I'd never
be able to go back there again."

	"Carrie, you're being silly.  I can tell you that you don't
talk in your sleep and, as for her noticing anything in your panties,
you know as well as I do the sanitary napkin doesn't let a thing show.
Just change into your nightie in the bathroom.  Now, why don't you go?
You know you want to.  Just be careful not to get Carried away when
you're in bed with her."

	Jeannie gave me a knowing smile.  She'd guessed how I felt
about Patty.  I was glad, because it gave me a chance to ask her about
that as well.

	"I guess you've realized I feel more than friendship for
Patty.  She's so pretty and we get along so well together.  There are
times when I just want to be her best friend and others when I want to
hold her and make love to her.  I know that's probably impossible
unless I go back to being a boy and I just can't bear the thought of
doing that.  I know you told me all about bisexuals, but do you think
any girl could ever understand about someone like me wanting to be
Carrie and still be willing to make love to me?"

	"I don't see why not," she answered.  "I know I could if I
cared enough about someone.  I'm sure there's a lot of women like me
in the world.  All you have to do is to find the right one and, if you
explain it to her in the right way and if she loves you enough, I'm
sure your chances of success are extremely good."

	"Now don't sit here worrying," she continued.  "Go call her
and tell her you'll be there.  Things like sleeping over are an
important part of a girl's growing up.  I don't want you to miss any
more of that than you already have.  These are the kind of memories
you and Patty will laugh over when you're old ladies."

	I had to giggle at the idea of us being old ladies.  I gave
her a kiss.  "Thanks, Aunt Jeannie.  You always know how to make me
feel better.  I'll go and call her right now."  I ran to the phone.

	Patty was glad to hear I'd be staying with her.  She said her
parents intended to make her stay with grandmother if I hadn't been
able to.  We were on the phone for hours planning the weekend ,
treating it more like a two week stay in the Bahamas.  She had
something for us to do practically every minute.

	After school on Friday afternoon, we stopped at my house so I
could get my overnight bag, then continued on to her house.  We went
right up to her room and flopped on the bed.  We were both
enthusiastic at the prospect of being on our own for two days, but I
could tell Patty was up to something from the way she was acting.

	"My parents made me promise I wouldn't have any boys in the
house," she said, "but maybe we can stretch that rule if we meet
someone really cute.  I'm so tired of the dumb boys at school.  All
they want to do is neck and feel your boobs or get in your panties.
They don't care about any girl as a person."

	I knew her well enough to know she wasn't kidding and I was
going to hear all about it.

	"The last time I was out with Bob," she continued, "we spent
three hours necking in his car."  Bob was her current boy friend and
captain of the J. V. football team.

	"In ten minutes, he had my bra off and was sucking on my boobs
like a baby.  A few minutes later, he had his hand up under my skirt
and was stroking me through my panties.  Then he tried to take them
off but I wouldn't let him.  We were supposed to go out on a date but
he was even too cheap to take me anywhere.  Then he expects to make
love to me in his car.  Can you believe the nerve of that jerk?"

	I just shook my head in agreement and let her go on.

	"We kept on necking and he kept on trying.  But I wouldn't let
him get any further.  The next thing I knew, he stopped kissing he and
said it was time to go home.  I couldn't understand what had happened
until I noticed a big wet spot on the front of his jeans.  He'd come
in his pants!  Can you believe it?  I called him a pervert and made
him take me home right away.  Boy, was he ever embarrassed.  He didn't
say a word all the way home.  I told him I didn't want to see him
again until he learned to act like a gentleman."

	"You know, Carrie, I'd give anything to meet a boy who'd treat
me like a lady.  He'd have no problem having sex with me."

	I wished I could volunteer.  Instead, I could only agreed with
her and said, "Sometimes they're like very loving and can't be away
from you for more than five minutes, and then the next day they act
like you're a complete stranger.  I guess I'll never understand it."

	Patty was sitting cross-legged on the bed.  Her skirt was so
short I had a direct view of her beautiful red-haired pussy, covered
only by very transparent white panties.  There was a definite wet spot
on her panties that told me that, although she might be mad at Bob,
she was enjoying thinking and talking about what he did to her that
night.  It was all I could do not to lean forward and kiss her moist
little mound.

	She noticed me looking between her legs and her face turned a
little red, but she didn't change her position.

	"I guess I can't blame him for trying," I said.  "You've got
such a great body and a beautiful face.  Any guy in his right mind
would want to make love to you.  It wouldn't even surprise me if some
girls reacted the same way to you."

	I decided I'd give her just a hint about my feeling for her.
I knew I had to be cautious.  I didn't want to lose her friendship.

	Hurriedly I went on.  "Aunt Jeannie was just telling me that
more and more people are bisexual, especially women.  She said she
felt the reason so many women seemed to like an occasional bisexual
experience was that a woman knows exactly how to please another woman.
She knows where her partner's pleasure centers are, and exactly how to
stimulate them.  She makes sure it's good for both of them.  All some
men seem to care about is their own pleasure.  So it seems when more
and more women need very good sex, they're turning to another woman
for it."

	I knew I was the one blushing now.  "Don't think I'm weird,
but sometimes I can understand that.  I've had a few experiences like
you had with Bob and, while the guy always makes sure to get some
satisfaction for himself, they never seem to care enough about my
needs and all I ever get is frustrated.  I guess sometimes I'd like to
be with someone who cares about me and understands that I need to be
held and caressed more than I need to be groped and grabbed.  Then,
like you said, having sex would come naturally.  I wonder sometimes if
it's possible for a man to be that way."

	"You mean you think you'd have a better time in bed with
another girl?"  she asked.

	I could tell from the way Patty looked at me that she was
beginning to wonder if I was a lesbian.

	"No," I said, hoping she believed me.  "I don't exactly mean
that.  I guess what I'm trying to say is most girls are more romantic
and giving, especially if they are making love to someone they care a
lot about.  So, if all guys act like the ones we've been around, I can
understand why one woman might finally need to go to another woman for
some tenderness and satisfaction.  That's all.  I told you to begin
with I'm not weird."  I laughed, again hoping she accepted what I was
saying.

	Finally, after thinking about it for what seemed like hours,
she answered.  "I guess I get what you mean.  You did have me
wondering for a minute, though.  Who knows, maybe when we get older,
the guys will understand what we need a little better.  I sure hope
so."

	"Let's get something to eat.  I'm starving," I said.  I jumped
off the bed, and headed for the hall.  I felt it would be better to
leave this subject alone for a while.  Patty chased me down the
stairs, still trying to lay out a master plan for the weekend.

	"How about if we stay home tonight," she said as she opened
the refrigerator.  "Just lie around and listen to records and talk.
We can decide what to do tomorrow night.  That'll give us time to wash
our hair and pick out something fabulous to wear.  Ok with you?".

	I was more than happy to spend time alone with her.  "That's
fine with me," I said.  "I'm too tired to run around tonight anyway.
It'll be fun to relax and get ready to party tomorrow night."

	We spent the rest of the evening washing our hair and trying
on every possible combination of clothes that we might want to wear on
Saturday night.

	We finished around ten o'clock.  We were both tired so we each
took a quick shower and then headed for bed.  I let her go first and,
while she was in the shower, I got my things out of my over night bag.

	At Jeannie's suggestion, I had gone out and purchased a plain
cotton night shirt for tonight.  It wasn't the sort of thing I'd
normally choose for bed, but I got it because Jeannie thought my usual
very feminine gowns might not be quite appropriate.

	To my surprise, Patty came out of the bathroom wearing a
powder blue baby doll nightie.  When she saw my night shirt, she
laughed.

	"Where did you get that relic?" she asked.  "I can't believe
anyone wears things like that past the age of ten.  That must have
been part of your tomboy days."

	She knew how to tease me, knew my weak points.  I tried to
hide the gown, but she came over and took it from me.

	"Throw that ugly thing out," she said.  "I'm going to give you
one of my new nightgowns to wear.  This is supposed to be a special
weekend, or did you forget?"  She went to her dresser and got out a
yellow gown, very similar to the one she was wearing.

	"I don't like that night shirt either," I admitted.  "It was
Aunt Jeannie's idea.  She had one just like it when she was my age, so
she thought I'd like one as well.  So much for family tradition."

	I took the yellow nightie from her and headed for the
bathroom.  I probably should have taken a cold shower as the sight of
Patty in that see-through gown had aroused me.  But, as I hate cold
water, so I decided against it.  I did a quick wash and rinse.  I
dried off and liberally dusted myself with her Ma Griffe bath powder.

	The nightie fit me perfectly and I was glad it had panties
with it, so my sanitary belt and pad wouldn't show.  I couldn't risk
Patty discovering my secret.  I brushed my teeth and then went back
into her bedroom.

	She was seated on the bed reading a magazine and when I
entered the room wearing the nightgown, she looked up at me with a
amazed look on her face.

	"You didn't tell me about your boobs," she said.  "All this
time I thought you were still wearing those dumb falsies.  Why so
secretive?".

	"I guess I'm not the kind of person to brag."  I was
embarrassed, but also very flattered she'd noticed.

	She stuck out her hand and said, "Come over here and let me
get a closer look.  I'm so happy for you.  I know you were very
self-conscious about being flat, but you sure don't need to be any
more.  They're perfect!".

	 Now I was blushing as I stood in front of her, knowing that
my breasts were quite visible through the sheer gown.  I looked down
at her breasts.  They seemed to be begging me to touch them.

	"I still say I'd trade my body for yours any day," I said and
meant it.  "I've seen the stares that you get in school.  My boobs
would have to be half again as big to match yours."

	As I spoke, I cupped my hands under my breasts and pushed them
out, trying to make mine as pronounced as hers.

	To my surprise and delight, she smiled and gently moved my
hands away from my chest, then replaced them with hers.

	"That's not how you make them look big," she said.  "Here, let
me show you how.  You have to lift up and push them together like
this."  She was not the least bit shy about it.

	I thrilled to the touch of her thumbs as they traced my
nipples through the thin, silky fabric of the nightgown.  I could have
stood there for hours while she held my breasts.  I decided that I'd
get a bit bold, too.

	"Umm, that feels so nice," I said.  "But I know yours are
still larger."

	I reached out and cupped her breasts just like she was doing
to mine.  I'd dreamed about doing this so many times that I scarcely
believed I'd finally gotten the chance.  I lightly caressed her
nipples and I could tell from the look of pleasure on her face that
she was enjoying it at almost as much as I was.  I felt the pressure
of her thumbs increase.  My cock was straining so hard against the
napkin that it actually ached.

	Suddenly, something seemed to bring her back to reality.  She
blushed and let go of my breasts.  Very reluctantly, I did the same.

	"Let's get some sleep," Patty stammered.  "I'm kind of tired
and if we do even half of the things we have planned for tomorrow,
we're going to need lots of rest."

	We both quietly slipped into her bed and Patty turned out the
light, leaving just a small amount of light coming in from the hall.
The tension in the room was unbearable.  I figured I'd better say
something to make us both relax, or the rest of the weekend wasn't
going to be just tiring, but more likely uptight and boring.

	"Look, don't be embarrassed Patty.  There's no need.  I've
done enough reading to know that almost everybody at our age does a
little experimentation with someone of their own sex, and they don't
turn weird or anything.  The psychologists say it's a safe way to
discover your sexuality.  You're most likely to be with a friend you
can trust and you know you won't get hurt or pregnant.  Besides,
remember what Aunt Jeannie told me about bisexuality?  I almost hope
that I turn out that way.  It sounds like a lot of fun!"

	At that, Patty laughed and I could feel her begin to relax.

	"I guess you're right, Carrie, but I still feel a little
strange.  You hear so many outrageous stories about lesbians.  I know
that I don't want to end up like that."

	She was quiet for a moment and I could tell she was trying to
make up her mind if she should ask me another question.

	Finally, she said, "Are you serious about not minding if you
discover you're bi, or was that just a joke?"

	My mind raced, trying to decide if I should tell her the
truth.  I figured I might as well.  It was probably the only way I'd
ever get to make it with her.

	"After Jeannie told me all about it," I said, "I spent a lot
of time kind of fantasizing about making it with another girl.  Before
she told me about it I'd always fantasized about boys and got turned
on, so I thought, if I also got turned on by my bisexual fantasies,
then I'd have a pretty good idea how I'd feel about trying it.  That
is, if the opportunity ever came up in real life."

	I left it there, not telling her how my fantasy had turned
out, knowing she'd help but ask.  We'd been friends long enough that I
bet, because she was always so interested in sex, she wouldn't be able
to resist.

	"Ok, creep," she said after a few moments, "I give up.  You
know I have to know the answer.  What happened?"

	"I'm still not sure," I lied.  At this point I felt that I'd
better not commit myself too much either way.  I wanted to make love
to her very badly, but not so badly that I'd risk losing her as a
friend.  It was time to slow down.  But I couldn't resist saying, "I
was turned on by fantasizing about making love to another girl my own
age, but not with someone older.  I guess I'll never be sure until I
experience the real thing."

	That was about as honest as I was going to get.  If things
went any further, it would have to be because she made it clear she
was more than willing, not because I put her in a position she
couldn't get out of.

	I just lay there thinking about how terrible it would be if I
didn't have her as a friend.  I was suddenly very scared.  I was
surprised to find tears in my eyes.

	"Patty, promise me we'll always be best friends," I said.  "If
it hadn't been for you and Diane, I'd really regret having moved here
and going to that school.  Knowing I have two such good friends has
made everything a lot easier."

	She must have sensed how I felt.  She reached over and hugged
me.

	"Don't be silly," she responded.  "Of course we'll always be
best friends, even when we're ninety-two and little grey-haired
biddies.  Can you imagine that!  How totally disgusting!"

	Her mock horror made me laugh and I returned her hug.

	"Thanks, I needed that," I said.  "I was afraid all this talk
about my fantasies might have made you think I'm a weirdo."

	Ours arms were still around each other and our faces were only
inches apart on the pillow.  I could feel her warm breath on my lips
whenever she exhaled.

	"Carrie, I want to ask you another question about the fantasy
you said you liked.  If you don't want me to ask or you don't want to
answer, I'll understand.  Ok?"

	I knew I'd only ever kept one secret from her, so I decided
that it would be alright if she asked.

	"Sure," I answered.  "I guess it's ok.  You mean about the one
with the girl my own age," I said.  For some reason I knew it would be
more embarrassing for her to ask the question than it would be for me
to answer it.

	She hesitated and then, in almost a whisper, said, "I was just
curious to know who it was you were with in your fantasy, and what
kinds of things the two of you did.  I know it's real personal, so
don't answer if you don't want to."

	Her hand was softly moving up and down my back as she waited
for my answer.  I knew then she'd guessed it was her I had fantasized
about, and I felt equally sure we were going to live out some of my
fantasy that night.  Slowly, slowly, I said to myself.  Don't ruin it
by going too fast.

	"You know who it was, don't you?" I said.  I wanted her to
admit it to me.

	She nodded.  "I guessed it as soon as you told me about the
fantasy, probably because I had the same kind of dream one night about
you and me.  At the time I was ashamed of it, but now I know that's
kind of stupid.  But you still haven't told me what happened in your
fantasy.  Would you, please?"

	There was no reason now not to tell her.  I was sure it would
be just foreplay.  I'd show her as I told her, I decided.  I moved my
face closer to hers on the pillow, so that our lips were almost
touching.

	"We were in bed together just like we are now," I began.  "I
started by kissing you softly on the lips and then moving down to kiss
your neck."

	As I told her, I separated each word with a soft kiss.  She
stiffened slightly at first, but soon relaxed and then tentatively
returned the kiss.  Slowly, I told myself again.

	I felt no resistance so it became even easier to continue.  "I
slid my hand down to your breast and circled your nipples slowly with
my finger tips.  After a few minutes, I felt your fingers drawing the
same circles on mine."

	Our hands followed my script.  I was getting so excited I was
afraid I was going to come at any moment.  I also knew that if this
continued, my secret was in great danger.  So I quickly modified my
real fantasy, hoping it would work.  I was too hot to stop, so it was
my only hope.

	"I felt you were becoming very nervous," I continued, "so I
told you just to lie back and relax.  I'd be the active one.  All you
had to do was to relax and enjoy yourself.  You didn't argue with me
at all."

	When I told her this, I felt that, in reality, I had relieved
a lot of her fears.  This was a way she could have her first
girl-to-girl experience without the guilt of having done anything.

	I kissed her hard and slipped the tip of my tongue into her
mouth.  Her arms went around my neck and held me very tightly.  Very
cautiously, I eased her on to her back, all the time continuing to
kiss her.  By this time she had lost all her will to resist.  I sensed
that, from now on, anything I did would be alright.

	My hands went under her gown, raising it as I moved to her
breast.  Not long after, my lips found her nipple.  I greedily sucked
it, using my tongue and lips on one breast while I kneaded the other
with my finger tips.  She laced her fingers through my hair and gently
pressed my head into her.  The movement of her hips told me she was
enjoying herself.

	Then, to my surprise, I felt her begin to pull up my
nightgown.  I lifted myself up just enough to help and, as I did, I
took her gown off.  When our bare breasts touched for the first time,
I was on fire.  I held her tenderly and kissed her for what seemed
like hours.

	Finally, I lowered myself down, easing my legs between her
thighs.  Slowly, very slowly I kissed my way down her chest to her
navel.  I licked and kissed it, darting my tongue in and out.  I slid
my hands under her ass, tracing the center seam of her panties along
the crack with my finger tips.

	Patty responded by pressing her hips into my breasts.  I could
feel her moisture seeping through the crotch of her panties onto my
nipple.

	Again I slowly kissed my way lower, dying to taste her musky
fluid.  I kissed my way past the top of her panties, feeling the lace
with my lips.  Now I could smell and feel her excitement.  Her aroma
was as sweet as honey.

	As my tongue found her clit through the soft fabric of her
panties, her fingers were again pressing the back of my head, guiding
me to her most sensitive spots.  For a few more minutes I continued to
chew on her clit and vulva through the crotch of her panties, loving
the taste and feel of her juices on my face.

	Slowly I began to lower her panties, kissing every inch of
delicate flesh as it was exposed.  She raised her hips and I quickly
slid them off.  Her pubic hair was soft on my lips.  I spent a few
minutes gently kissing her stomach, then as my fingers parted her
lips, my tongue lovingly caressed her clit.  Within moments she began
to shudder and climax.  As she did, I felt myself explode into my
napkin.  Again and again I brought her to ecstacy until she finally
she begged me to stop, saying couldn't take any more.

	I kissed my way back up her body, then held her in my arms.
When her breathing finally returned to normal, she thanked me over and
over again.  Her words turned to kisses and soon I felt her lips
trailing their way across my neck, finally encircling my nipples.  Her
tongue teased while her lips caressed them, lingering only until both
were as stiff as my newly awakened erection.  I felt her hand
hesitantly caressing my thigh.  Slowly she parted my legs, inching
upward.  Abruptly she stopped as she discovered the pad covering my
well disguised manhood.  Then how I longed to be a complete woman,
wanting to feel her loving lips on my vulva, her tongue parting,
teasing me, bringing me finally to orgasm.  But instead, she pulled
her hand away, leaving