He Wasn't Even A Boy! - Chapter 9

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When Mom and Sue looked at me, they were seeing a stranger, a girl they'd never met before today. And even though intellectually they knew it was still me underneath it all, it was as if we had just been introduced for the first time. 

So our conversation was a lot more formal than it would have been otherwise.  But as you may have picked up, I have a fatalistic sense of humor, which I was liberally using to cope with all of this. 

My various jokes and sarcastic remarks actually helped us in a way we didn't have to tiptoe around what had been done to me. I told them about the theory that GB was an artificial creation and I'd been deliberately infected. They were both outraged. 

I also told them a little about Girl School. They giggled at my description of the lingerie class.  

"So now you know all about the frilly stuff we females have to wear," Sue smiled.  

"I would have rather found out the way most boys do in the back seat of a car," I smiled back.  

We cleaned up the dishes. I spent a few minutes in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and so forth. It was still surreal to see the girl in the mirror. I finished and turned the bathroom over to Sue. A short while later, she came into my bedroom.  

"I really admire how you're handling things, Stephanie. If I suddenly turned into a boy, I don't know what I'd do."  

"I'm hanging in there. But I'm also hanging out there," I said, pointing to my chest.  

"You've got quite a body, Stephanie."  

"I suppose. Seriously, I'm so glad you're here, Sue. It means a lot to me to have your support."  

"You'll always have it. Are you going to school tomorrow?"  "I'm very nervous, but I think I will. I mean, it's not like staying home will make me any less of a girl. I might as well get it over with."  

"Good for you. I'll ride in by your side if anyone even looks cross-eyed at you, I'll," She said that so fiercely, I couldn't help but be touched by her protective manner.  I reached out and gave her a hug, which she held closely for several moments. 

Then my nipples started to firm up inside my bra. She was still my girlfriend after all! I may have changed, but she remained the delightful young woman I'd fallen in love with.  

But Sue released the hug, I could tell she had felt my physical response to her. We looked at each other awkwardly for a moment, then looked away.  "I guess we'd better get to bed," I said.  We pulled out our sleepshirts. 

Shyly, we stripped off our clothes. This was the first time I'd ever seen Sue in her underwear. I couldn't help but sneak peeks at her. The bra she wore was white nylon and layered with lace. Her panties were also white nylon, with lace around the waist and a cute pattern of flowers sprayed across the seat. 

Sue had always been a very feminine girl, and her taste in clothes clearly reflected that. And to see her lovely body in such an intimate setting was appealing.

I then had a curious feeling: My simple white cotton panties seemed drab and inelegant when compared to hers. I really thought her undies were pretty. But was it that I liked how the panties looked on Sue? Or how they might look on me?  Was I jealous of my girlfriend's underwear? Jesus, what was happening to me?  

I slowly pulled off my bra, rubbing my skin where the straps had left marks. Now she peeked at me, apparently fascinated by my chest just as I was by hers, which she revealed as she removed her own bra. 

My breath caught in my throat as my sexy lady stood before me dressed only in skimpy panties, her small, perky breasts bobbing slightly. Lord, she was hot!  We both just stared at each other for a moment, but for different reasons. 

I was drooling over finally seeing Sue in a nearly nude state. But Sue was looking at me in wonder, not lust, assessing what her boyfriend had become.  

"God, Stephanie, you really are all girl!" she exclaimed. Standing there in just my female briefs with the eerily flat crotch that matched hers, I guess it was kind of obvious. "It's incredible, most of us would die to look like you!"  

"Don't sell yourself short, Sue. I'm impressed by what I'm seeing as well."  We pulled on our sleepshirts and got into bed.  That was another dramatic change from manhood. 

Guys never shared a bed. When Hal had stayed over at my place, he'd slept on the carpet just as I had done at his house. Sure, we had double beds, but it was an unwritten rule that we never used them together.  But girls? It seemed to be perfectly normal for two girls to crash on the same mattress. Sue hadn't even hesitated. I suppose there's some psychological background for all that. 

I'll figure it out some other time.  Dammit! This was supposed to be my dream come true. I'm in bed, lying next to Sue Wendell in her nightie! To be where I was now, every guy in the school would have given his left testicle.  But then again, I'd lost both of mine.  

So now I had this incredible opportunity, and I couldn't do anything about it. 

Or could I?  We lay side by side in the dim light, staring up at the ceiling, not talking at all. Then I slowly reached to take Sue's hand, which seemed larger than before. 

That, of course, was because my own hand was smaller. I tried to interlace our fingers instead of cupping palms, it took a moment before she responded in kind.  

I then moved my arm across her torso, snuggling up to her. Much to my consternation, my breasts pressed against her, distracting me slightly from the seduction I was attempting. I reached out to touch her face and gently turned her head towards me. There was a nervous look in her eyes. My motions had raised the hem of her nightshirt, revealing the pretty underpants I'd admired earlier. 

Unfortunately, it had done the same to me, so as I pressed closer to her, our panties brushed together in an affirmation of our mutual femininity.  Still determined, I gave her cheek a light but long kiss. 

While doing so, I caressed her left breast, feeling the nipple (all too much like my own) harden. Sue was motionless through all of this, not resisting, but not responding either.  My body was responding, though. My own nipples were quite hard, and I sensed a glow through both my breasts. And for the first time, I felt a familiar rush of blood to my groin. 

Only this time, I didn't grow hard. I grew soft. I felt an odd, almost spongy feeling between my legs, and I became aware that my panties were damp in certain places. The strangeness of the sensation warred with the pleasure of it. Very weird, but very nice.  

Mmmm. Even with this new body, it was so fun to cuddle with my lovely girlfriend! My enthusiasm grew, and as I continued to stroke her breasts, I rolled on top of her in a classic male position. 

Sue and I have never achieved this level of intimacy before if becoming a girl was what it took to get her into my bed, maybe it was all worth it!  Below me, she remained quiet as we both adjusted to our breasts pressing against each other through our thin nightshirts. 

I was definitely getting more aroused, aware of my full chest and feminine crotch as I lay on her. I felt a new warmth building between my legs. I leaned my head forward to kiss her, meeting her sweet lips with mine. My long hair fell down around both our faces. 

She reacted tentatively. I opened my mouth slightly for our tongues to touch as they had done for so many wonderful kisses before.  

Yet her mouth remained closed. And as I glanced into her eyes, I could see only one emotion reflected there.  Revulsion.  God bless her, she was trying. But I could not deny the harsh reality.  Sue did not desire me anymore, not physically. 

There was no spark, no magic. Oh, I wanted her as much as ever. But she no longer felt the same about me. She wasn't even capable of having that passion for me. For Sue, the idea of having sex with another girl was repellent.  

She was a girl who liked boys. And I was not a boy. Not anymore.  With matching cries of anguish, we pulled apart.  

"Stephanie, I'm sorry!" she gasped. "I just can't be that way with you."  I sat on the edge of the bed and looked disconsolately down at my flawlessly smooth legs. I sighed deeply. 

"It's not your fault, Sue. I think I think I knew all along it couldn't work between us anymore."  

"Stephie Jack, I love you so much. But you're like me now! It's not the same. I mean, I want to want you, I really do. But,"  

"I'm still Jack on the inside, Sue. I feel like I've loved you my whole life! Even now I want you, but I know that. We're girls. Both of us." The finality was crushing.  

We were in tears at this point. "It's hard for me too, Ja, Stephanie, whoever you are. God, my sweet, handsome boyfriend is now prettier than me, and he has bigger breasts, to boot!"  

"Nobody's prettier than you, Sue. But I do understand. If GB had left me alone and turned you into a guy. I doubt I ever could have."  We fell into each other's arms, but there was no eroticism now. 

We just hugged, while I mentally cursed the softness of my chest that matched hers. We spent the next few minutes actually sobbing into one another's shoulders. 

We wept for what was lost, for what might have been. It was the most poignant moment of my life. I'd dreamed that Sue and I had been destined for one another. I'd feared I might lose her to someone else, or that she might become tired of me. 

But I never dreamed I'd lose her because I'd grown a vagina!  Yet that was exactly what had happened. Sue and I were the same gender now and we could never attain that near-mystical union of male and female as a boy and a girl.  

She smiled at me sadly and took my hand. She led me over to the full-length mirror. 

"Look at us, Stephanie. We're both going to be women. And I don't think we're cut out to be lesbians, neither of us looks like the chicks from t.A.T.u."  

"No," I smirked. "We're cuter than they are."  She laughed. 

"Damn straight, girl! You may not want to be this way, Stephanie, and Lord knows I wish you were still Jack, but you do have a lovely body, and I'm hoping you can learn to take pride in it. 

Nobody likes a girl who's conceited about her looks, but if she can quietly enjoy her appearance, it really helps with her self-confidence."  

"So that's why you always seem so emotionally 'together'! Because you know how gorgeous you are."  

She looked at me with a fond smile. She cupped my face with her hands and stared intensely into my eyes. 

"Listen to me, Stephanie Lind. We have lost, but we have also gained. 

You're my girlfriend now, and I will always, always be there for you. You never had any siblings before, but you do from this day forward. We're sisters, you and me. Now and forever."  I felt my heart skip a beat. 

I knew this was no exaggeration, no hyperbole. When Sue said something, she meant it! All my life, it had just been me and my mom - I'd always felt a little lonely at that. But not anymore. 

Sue and I were going to have a lifelong connection. It might not be the one we had expected, but I sensed (somewhere deep in my newly feminized psyche) that it would be just as fulfilling.  

I felt a storm of emotion come over me. In tears once again, but this time happier ones, I hugged her tightly. I sort of had a sister!  

Feeling more positive, we got back into bed. We snuggled up next to each other and doused the lights. It was bittersweet, for I still had sexual feelings for Sue. You don't just turn those off. 

But I was also catching a hint of the emotional bond that could form between two girls - and it was very powerful in its own right.  

It didn't take long to fall asleep. Waking up the next morning with a young woman in my bed was a little disconcerting, but as we greeted each other, it seemed more natural. 

Already, we were adjusting to our new relationship.  After we had a quick breakfast, I took a shower. I still had to struggle to keep my hands from wandering around my feminine crotch. Last night's arousal had sparked an interest in those nether regions, but I wasn't prepared to explore my new sexuality just yet. 

Besides, given the astonishing length of time it took to wash my hair, I had no minutes to spare. It was heavy and took like, forever to dry. The part fell straight down the middle. I made no attempt to style it; I let it hang naturally, draping down below my shoulders.  I wrapped a towel around myself and headed for my bedroom. I was very nervous about what was to come on my first day of school as a girl. 

When I got to my room, however, both Sue and my mom were waiting expectantly. "We thought we'd offer you a choice today," Mom said, pointing to the bed.  Laid out on it were two outfits. 

The first consisted of a pair of jeans, a simple pullover, sneakers, and a set of the very basic underwear we'd bought yesterday. As for the second outfit.

My breath caught in my throat. There was a matching pink lace bra and panty set, a pretty red blouse, and a skirt! A pleated, tartan kilt! Sue and Mom were smiling at me.  

"You've got to be kidding," I said.  

"Didn't you tell us about that girl, Erin, you met at GRS? She wore a skirt on her first day," Mom replied.  "Yeah, but."  

"And didn't she say it helped her to fit in, to be treated more like a young woman?"  

"But"  

"And aren't you just a little bit curious about what it would feel like?"  

"Umm,"  Sensing I was weakening, Sue chimed in. "Stephanie, there's something else to consider. You are, were the first boy to get GB in Milford, but you may not be the last. You're popular and successful, and you'll be out of here in a couple of months. The next boy might not be so lucky. 

He could be 15, a social outcast, and stuck for three more years in this school, all alone in the body of a girl. The way you handle your transition is going to set the stage for all the guys who come after you."  

It was Mom's turn. "If you can convince everyone that you're truly female, and it shouldn't take long with that face, then it will go easier for the next person. Let's face it, Stephanie, this is a small town, one way or another, you're going to leave a legacy."  

"Your mother and I have talked about this," Sue said. "The choice is yours. But you should know I'm going to wear a skirt myself today. Why not join me?" She smiled winningly.  Then they left me alone with the two outfits. Decision time. 

Yes, Erin had argued a persuasive case for dressing in a feminine manner right from the start. And yes, I'd already accepted the necessity of wearing a bra. But that was just it necessity. I had to wear bras to protect my very sensitive breasts and to keep the boys from drooling any more than.

 normal.  But wearing a skirt was optional, which took me to another plane of womanhood. Unlike a bra, I could ignore dresses and so forth. So if I voluntarily put on a skirt, it meant that I was saying to the world, "I'm happy being a girl!"  

Was I ready for that? Not really. But then I thought of Sue's comment about the next boy to get GB. She was right since I was the first, my experience would shape his. If everyone thought of me as some androgynous freak, then I would be treated accordingly. 

I only had a short time left at this school, so I could tough it out no matter what. But the next guy might not be so lucky.  On the other hand, if everyone saw me as a true girl, inside and out, then that next GB victim would have an easier time of it.  

Also, I've been a runner for a long time. That means dealing with a lot of physical and mental pain. I can be a stubborn son-of-a-bitch.  Correction: I can be a stubborn bitch.

Besides, I WAS very curious.  What the hell. I picked up the pretty pink panties and stepped into them. The white lace caressed my smooth thighs as I pulled them into place. 

Oh! The sensation of the silky soft nylon sent a tingle all over my hips. I traced a finger over the satiny fabric and felt a shiver. Wow! That was certainly different from 'Jockey for Her' briefs. 

God, my crotch was so smooth and flat! I then strapped on the matching bra, lavished with lace, placing my breasts in the soft cups and working the front clasp gingerly.  

I took a quick look in the mirror. It was remarkable how I appeared even more girly in the frilly underwear, and my, it was sexy. 

The panties were sheer enough to show a hint of the inverted triangle that was my pubic 'bush'. I didn't have a lot of hair down there, but it did follow the natural female pattern.  

I pulled the blouse over my head and over my breasts. Then came the moment of truth. I put on the skirt a little awkwardly at first, working the elastic waistband all the way to my belly button. It was a dark, pleated plaid kilt that fell to about two inches above my knee. 

Not very short by teenage girl standards, but it still felt as though I was indecently dressed. White knee socks, black flats, and my purse completed the ensemble.  Another trip to the mirror. God, I was cute! 

The classic picture of an adorable schoolgirl and I'm her? I stared at myself it was stunning how the clothes dramatically enhanced my femininity. What was also stunning was the brief sense of delight I took in my appearance. 

I felt a strange fluttering sensation in my tummy as I realized part of me was starting to like my new look. It felt, special.  Special in a way that I'd never felt as a boy.  There was a knock at the door. Mom and Sue entered. I looked at them nervously.  Mom spoke first. 

"Oh, honey, you look delightful."  

"That outfit is definitely you," Sue chimed in, looking pretty hot in her own short blue skirt.  

"It's hard to believe I have a lovely daughter." 

"Mom, is it just me, or are you taking a bit of pride in the fact that I might be cute?"  

"Well, it is kind of a nice reflection on me, too."  

I responded. "Don't worry, Mom, you still got it, and then some."  "Stephanie, I'm really proud of you myself," Sue added. "Just one more thing." 

She stepped up to me and began to lift the hem of my kilt. I nearly said "eek!" She told me to relax, and she fastened a large safety pin in the classic preppie manner I'd seen other girls do.  

"We'll have to work on accessorizing later, but you're definitely going to be a hit. You look great. Let's get the bus."  With a final hug from my mom, we headed outside.  

"Oh, and Sue?" My mother stopped us with an impish expression.  

"Yes, Mrs. Lind?"  

"Make sure she keeps her knees together. We don't want any boy getting a peek at her panties, they're so pretty she might be tempted to show them off."  

"Mother!" I cried out, flaming red with embarrassment.  

Sue laughed. "I'll teach her how to sit like a lady." Mortified, I headed for the corner while they both chuckled.  God, it was strange to wear a skirt! I felt as though I had no pants on, which, of course, was true. When I stood still, I couldn't sense any clothing below the waist. 

I was so, exposed! And the breeze gently swirling up my kilt didn't help.  Sue saw me clutching my hem. 

"Don't worry, Stephanie, you're perfectly dressed."  For a girl. "I feel half-naked!"  

"That's because you are. We both are," she said, holding out her own skirt. "But you'll get used to it. Of course, I've been wearing dresses since I was little, so I've had more time. Admit it, though it's fun, isn't it?"  

"No! Well, maybe."  She took my hand. 

"You're a pretty girl in a pretty outfit, Stephanie, and you've got me by your side. You'll be fine."  The bus approached, and she released my fingers. I realized, a little sadly, that we couldn't hold hands in public anymore. 

At least not in Milford.    

NEW GIRL IN SCHOOL  We got on the bus. I had more butterflies in my stomach than ever before. I'd been riding this bus for 10 years now. Otto the Busdriver Man (who was also a local farmer) had been behind the wheel every day. He just stared at me with an amazed expression.  

One was duplicated by every kid on the bus. 

Even though I'd changed sex and looked quite different, most of the kids already knew I'd been hit with GB. Plus, this was my house, so they were able to deduce who I was very quickly. All conversation stopped as Sue and I took our seats. 

I made sure to smooth my skirt under me. Everyone turned to stare, and I was very grateful for my friend's presence. Then the whispers started.  

"Holy, is that really Jack?"  

"Jesus, he sure looks like a girl!"  

"Get a load of that chest."  

"It's not fair, how come he gets to be cuter than me?"  

"She's, I mean he's a babe!" 

 "Nice legs." 

 "I wonder where she got that pretty blouse?"  

"Damn he's even hotter than his girlfriend."  

"He's giving me a semi, does that mean I'm gay?"  "I love her hair; she must use a really good conditioner."  It was impossible to ignore all the comments. But I took heart in that no one seemed to think I was a boy in drag. 

At least they acknowledged I was female on the outside. Of course, looking at my full breasts pushing out my top and my creamy thighs projecting from my hem, it was an easy call.