Mary and Linda met at primary school, became best friends, and supported each other as they grew to womanhood. Both married at twenty. Mary's daughter Julie was born a year later, and I followed within a few months. For both of us, the first few years were a blissful blur of happy families. 

Sadly, this idyll changed when Julie’s Dad, soon to be followed by my own, succumbed to the wanderlust, and sought out pastures or at least lady gardens new. Life was now hard for the single mums, but they helped and encouraged each other through all the difficult times. Above all, they made sure that Julie and I had good upbringings.

Julie and I met regularly and got along okay but, sadly, couldn't become close friends. The attitudes of the time still dictated that girls and boys be raised separately and taught to have quite different interests and expectations. Any boy or girl deviating from the expected norm had a tough time, and the easiest way to survive was to stifle or hide any nonconforming thoughts.

Julie was struck down with measles when she was seventeen. I knew from my own experience of the disease that recuperation was a long-drawn-out process involving prolonged bed rest and confinement to the house. In my case, the first week flew past because I was so ill. The second week began to drag out once my health improved, and the third week was a never-ending nightmare. I felt well but remained confined to the house. I was almost crawling up the wall in frustration, and I’m ashamed to say that my poor mother had a tough time coping with my tantrums.

“George, I want you to go and see Mary and Julie today. Mary has several jobs around the house with which she needs some help. Also, I’m sure she and Julie would both like some outside company and sanity. Remember what confinement with the measles was like for us.”

“Yeah, Mum, don’t I just? I’m so sorry for all the grief that I put you through.”

“You were hard to handle but no more difficult than I was when I had childhood measles. Off you go and see how Mary and Julie are getting along.”

I made my way to Mary’s home and knocked on the door. To my surprise, it was Julie who answered. She looked stressed and in a foul mood.

“Well don’t just stand there gawking. Come in.”

As I followed Julie through to the sitting room, I noticed that under her housecoat, she was still wearing pyjamas. Was she still on bed rest?

“How are you? How much jail time have you still got to endure?”

“I’m feeling fine, but I’ve still got four days until I get my freedom. I’m stir crazy, and I’m desperate to get out into the sunshine. You know what it’s like, but Mum doesn’t. She insists that I stay indoors for the whole three weeks.”

I was staring at Julie. “I know that it's tough for you, but your Mum is just following the doctor’s orders. I hope you don't mind me asking this, but why are you still in your PJs if your bed rest period is over?”

“This is Mum’s way of making sure that I stay indoors. She’s locked away all my other clothes.”

“Oh, that’s sneaky but effective. You certainly cannot go outside in just your PJs.”

As I said this, I noticed a wicked grin pass over Julie’s face. She grabbed my hand and pulled me through to her bedroom.

“I know how you can help me. Take off your clothes.”

“What, you’ve got to be joking. I’m not doing the strip for you.”

“Don’t be silly. I don’t want to ogle your boy bits. I want to borrow your clothes and go for a short walk. Get on with it.”

I was speechless. This plan was terrible, but it was clear that Julie had made up her mind. So, I followed her instructions and was soon down to my vest and drawers.

“Don’t be silly. Those as well.”

I was blushing as I slipped off my underwear and went deep red when Julie took off her pink PJs and knickers. To my dismay, this first view of a girl au naturel disappeared all too soon as Julie put on my vest and skivvies.

Completely unabashed, Julie handed me her clothes. “You’d better get dressed. You don’t want to catch a cold."

I picked up the panties and stepped into them. To my amazement, I quivered with delight as the leg and waist elastic pulled the soft fabric into a snug cocoon. These sweet sensations increased further as I put on Julie's PJs. Unlike my rough and course boy's pyjamas, these were smooth and snug and caressed me. I was in a pink dream, shocked to feel so at ease but loving the moment.

Julie was by now fully dressed in my clothes and looked a picture.

"You can't wander about the house in case someone sees you through a window, so it’s probably best for you to go to bed.”

By now wholly bemused, I did as told, and slipped between the sheets. Julie then tucked me in, kissed me on the cheek, and was on her way out of the room before I could say anything.

“I won’t be long,” were Julie’s only words as she closed and locked the front door.

Swept along by Julie’s resolve, I hadn’t given any thought to my situation. But now reality kicked in. Julie had gone off with my clothes, and I'd no idea when she’d be back. Even more, I was alone in her house, wearing her PJs and in her bed. Not a situation that I could easily explain if caught, which was a distinct possibility since Mary could return at any time.

Amongst this blur of thoughts, my cock awakened. Now nestled in the warm gusset which had been hugging Julie’s pussy, it got excited, and started to stretch the fabric. These stirrings were, however, short-lived and disappeared almost as quickly as they began. Snuggled down amongst Julie's fragrant and scented sheets, I succumbed to their feminine ambience. I slipped into a sensual daze and fell asleep.

A loud and angry voice suddenly awakened me. "What the hell is going on here? Where's Julie, and what’re you doing in her bed?” As I'd feared, Mary had arrived home and found me. She was livid, and her tirade continued until I burst into floods of tears.

“Now, now love. No need for that. What exactly is going on here?”

Mary looked increasingly astonished as I told her the story.

“Well, well, this is one for the book. But, knowing how badly Julie’s been behaving over the last few days, I can believe it. We’ll have to wait until she comes back.”

Mary then left the room but soon returned with a pile of girl’s clothes.

“You can’t stay in bed all day. Let’s get you up and dressed. I haven't got any boys' clothes, but I’m sure you’ll like these.”

Mary was in charge. I blushed when she removed my clothing and held out a pair of pink knickers. I stepped into them and sighed as she pulled them up into place.

"Oh my, you like panties, don't you?" I nodded.

Soon, Mary had me kitted out with a padded bra, camisole, short slip, zip-back knee-length dress, socks, and shoes. Finally, she took me over to a dressing table where she fitted a shoulder-length wig, applied some light makeup, and sprayed my wrists and neck with scent. As I looked in the mirror, I was astounded by the change. While in no way pretty, I could certainly pass as a girl, and to my amazement, I felt quite comfortable.

"Okay, sweetie, we can go and have a snack while we wait for the other miscreant to come back.”

I set off with Mary to the kitchen, but immediately she told me to stop.

“No, no, girls don’t galumph along like that. We take slow dainty steps, just like this.” I did my best to copy her but struggled to attain an appropriate walk.

Mary and I had a light snack with some juice and were tidying up the kitchen when I began to become uncomfortable. I whispered to Mary, “I need to go to the loo.”

“Just go, you don’t need to ask my permission. Oh, silly me. You don’t know how to do the business while wearing a dress. Come along then.”

You cannot imagine how embarrassing it was to be in effect, potty trained like a girl. Still, like any good mother, Mary gently guided me through the essentials.

Mary and I had just gone back through to the sitting room when we heard a knock at the door. Mary went to see who it was. I recognized the voice immediately and shivered. It was my Mum, and she wasn't alone.

"Look who I met while I was out for a walk. From the story that I've heard, I assume that my little scoundrel is here.”

Mum's eyes were out on stalks when she saw me, and even Julie looked shocked. Mary dragged Julie through to her bedroom and unleashed a tirade far worse than the one that I’d endured. All the time, Mum just stared at me without saying a word but then she nodded to Mary when she came through to the sitting room.

“Now that the unpleasantness is out of the way, you can go and sit with Julie while your Mum and I have a chat.”

I wandered through to the bedroom and gasped. Julie was now back in her PJs, in bed and sobbing her eyes out. As I sat down on the chair beside Julie’s bed, I also noticed that my boys’ clothes were not in the room.

Between sobs, Julie said, "I'm so sorry that I've got you into trouble."

I got some tissues and dabbed her eyes. “Don’t be silly. I don’t mind. If you’re no longer stir crazy, then it was worth it.”

Julie smiled and kissed me on the lips. “Thank you. I’m feeling so much better. To get outside into the sunshine was the cure that I needed.”

"Good, I'm pleased. By the way, what's happened to my boys' clothes?"

“Mum took them away. I assumed she was taking them to you.”

"No, she didn't have them when she came through to the sitting room. Ah well, I'll have to wait for them."

Julie then looked me straight in the eye. “You need to keep your knees together. I’m getting the full flash of your knickers.”

"Oh, dear, I've so much to learn."

Julie planted another kiss on my lips. “If you want, I’ll be more than happy to teach you.”

Julie and I had just broken off when Mum appeared in the room carrying a girl’s coat and hat. She looked a little flushed, but I couldn’t think why.

"Come on, sweetie. It's time for us to go home."

"But, I need to get changed first."

“Oh no, you don’t. You seem to like being a girl, so you’re going to be my niece for the rest of the weekend. Hurry up if you don’t want another smack.”

I quickly put on the coat and hat, and we headed off. Mary kissed me on the cheek as I left the house. "Take care, dear.”

It was petrifying to be outside in a dress, especially with a cold breeze swirling around my legs. Also, the streets to home seemed to go on forever, and I was mightily relieved to reach the house without meeting anyone that I knew.

I’d expected to have my ear bent by Mum when we got home, but no. She was cheery and chuckling to herself.

“You’ve always been so masculine. I can hardly believe that Julie persuaded you to swap clothes with her.”

“I know that I shouldn’t have let Julie take my clothes, but I also remember how I felt at the end of confinement. If I'd said no, her anguish would’ve worsened. So, I took the line of least resistance. Honestly, just seeing her smile again made it all worthwhile.”

“Ahh, you’re a caring soul, and I’m sure that Mary will appreciate having a less disruptive patient. But that doesn’t excuse what you both did, especially as you must’ve seen each other naked.”

I didn’t engage the brain before speaking. “Yes, but not for long enough. Julie put on my vest and drawers before I could get a good look.”

“Now, now, no more of that dirty talk. I should punish you for that, but in truth, there's no harm in appreciating the human form, provided it’s only as eye candy. Anyway, there is another side to the coin. Julie had the joy of seeing a boy in the buff for the first time.”

“I never thought of that. I was too focused on putting on Julie's PJs to notice."

“To see you so at ease in girl’s clothes was a shock but also a nice surprise. We need to explore your female instincts.”

“But I’m a boy. I’m not allowed to be girly in any way.”

“Yes, I know the dogma, but if you do have a feminine side, you should try to understand it and its implications for you.”

"Maybe you're right. Hidden girly feelings could explain why I'm so uncomfortable with rough boy behaviour."

“Okay, you can spend tomorrow as my niece. We will go to church as usual and then for a walk in the park. Let’s see how you cope with that.”

I was astounded by this idea. While I was keen to learn about my femininity, I couldn’t believe that Mum wanted me to jump straight in at the deep end and spend a whole day in public as a girl. But I decided not to argue.

“Tomorrow will be hectic, so you’d better get plenty of rest. Let’s get you tucked up in bed.”

Mum took me through to my room and helped me undress. She then put me in white panties and a pink nightdress. I was then ushered into bed and tucked in. She kissed me on the cheek and switched off the light. "Good night, honey, have pleasant dreams.”

I was exhausted after all the events of the day. Despite this, I couldn’t get to sleep. I tossed and turned for about an hour before I got up and went to the loo. As I sat there listening to the tinkling in the pan, I spotted a bottle of Mum's perfume in the wall cabinet. I took it with me when I went back to my room and sprayed a little on the sheets and pillow before I went back to bed. Now bathed in this female fragrance, I relaxed straight away and dropped off to sleep.

"Wake up, sleepyhead. Have a shower, and I'll help you get dressed. Mm, it smells nice in here. Clothes aren’t the only feminine thing that you appreciate.”

By the time I'd washed, Mum had laid out my clothes on the bed. Soon, she had me en femme, wig in place, makeup including lip gloss done, and a hint of scent. She did a marvellous job. The image that I saw in the full-length mirror was that of a smartly dressed girl. Now, I had to find out if I could carry off this persona in front of others. My one niggle was that the skirt was well above the knee, and the knickers were snow-white, meaning that even a minor misstep on my part could easily be spotted.

“Wouldn’t it be safer if I wore a long skirt?”

“Yes, it would, but males expect girls to wear short skirts, the shorter, the better. They want to see more leg and don’t care about the difficulties this causes for a girl in preserving her modesty. For your development, you must experience these problems and learn how to deal with them from the start.”

“Well, there’s no point in being half-hearted about being a girl for the day. I should experience the bad as well as the good.”

“Perfect, let’s have breakfast and then head off to church.”

Later, I found the dress coat and hat that Mum had left for me and put them on.

“You look wonderful. Now let’s go.”

At first, I kept stumbling as I tried to walk down the street. Maintaining control of my skirt, which readily threatened to lift in the wind while also concentrating on a female walk, was difficult. But Mum was patient, and I was relatively at ease by the time that we neared the kirk. My heart started to race as we approached the crowds waiting to go in, but to my relief, they just nodded and smiled as we walked amongst them and then filed into the church. I had to chuckle when we passed by a very proper lady and her daughters. They were all in ankle-length dresses and looking down their noses at me.

“See how the lower orders dress. They’ve no shame.” If only they knew the truth.

Mum and I shared a pew with a mother and daughter that she knew.

“This is my niece Georgina. She’s visiting me for the weekend.”

“Nice to meet you. I hope you’ll enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you. I've been looking forward to it.”

Thankfully, there was no hint that they suspected I was anything other than a girl. Why would they? As we filed out of the church, we met several of Mum's friends. Most expressed amazement that they’d never met me before, but all were kind and nice to me.

Unexpectedly, we now headed off towards Mary’s house, where there was a meal already prepared for us. Over lunch, Mum and Mary talked about their plans for the afternoon. We were to go to a pony show on the other side of town.

I usually enjoyed these fetes, but this suggestion filled me with dread. I’d be out amongst hundreds of teenagers, many of whom might know me. I knew that if I were recognized, they would take great pleasure in blowing my cover in public. However, I couldn’t disagree, so I just went with the flow. Soon, we set off and caught a crosstown bus to the event.

At the fair, we visited many stands and exhibits, attended craft demonstrations, and watched events in the show ring. Julie and I stayed together, leaving our Mums to do their own thing. At first, I was apprehensive and tentative about going into marquees where there were droves of boys and girls milling about, but Julie coaxed me along.

My heart sank as soon as I found myself alongside five boys from my class at school, but my composure quickly recovered when they showed no signs of recognition. As far as they were concerned, I was just another piece of local talent to eyeball. Boys being boys, they were so fixated on my tits that they probably never looked at my face.

My calm shattered once more when I was wolf-whistled. Had I been recognized after all? No, a boy had just spotted my panties as I leaned over to examine an exhibit. I was angry with myself but also relieved that my faux pas had done nothing more than brighten up the boy's day.

Remarkably, these encounters changed my mood and demeanour. I relaxed and began to enjoy what was going on around me. Julie and I now giggled and laughed together while we spent the remainder of the afternoon visiting many attractions. We were having such fun that it was disappointing when the time came to leave for the trip home.

After meeting up with our Mums, we faced an ordeal inflicted only on females, queueing to get into the loos. There was only one set for the whole site and hundreds of women and girls waiting. It was nearly time for the bus before we got inside. Even then, there were no free cubicles. At last, one became free. So, Mum and Julie took it while Mary and I grabbed the next to become available. Being closeted together, knickers down, and at our most vulnerable was unnerving, but there was no choice. This option was the only way for us to get relief and be back to the halt in time.

The bus was almost full when we got there, so Mary and Julie took an empty seat nearby the door while Mum and I had to go a few rows back to a place in front of a group of noisy boys. As we settled, an old lady got on the bus, but she couldn’t find a seat. Having been taught well by Mum, I got up and let the lady have mine. I just stood in the aisle, holding onto the handrail.

Not long into our journey, I realized that the boys had gone very quiet, and I soon knew why. One of them was holding up the back of my skirt, revealing my pantie-clad bottom in all its glory. He and his mates were mesmerized by what they saw before them.

I went bright red with embarrassment, but I knew that I couldn't risk causing a fuss, so I just let the boys continue with their fun. I could, in part, excuse the boys' behaviour because they were inherently curious about girls and were taking the chance to gaze on some female delights. But, what about the adults at the back of the bus. Why hadn't they done anything to stop the boys? I could only assume that the ladies appreciated the peace that had now descended on the bus. At the same time, the under-the-thumb gents were probably enjoying the delightful sight of a female tushie, something that they hadn't been near in years.

The bus stopped suddenly. I stumbled forward and broke free from the boys. They groaned at the loss of their free amusement, and sadly it wasn't long before they became unbearably boisterous again. A mischievous idea then came to mind. I bent over to check my shoes, and in doing so, I flashed the boys. They couldn’t help themselves and grasped the hem of my skirt as I straightened up. Soon, my pantied-rear was again the focus of their attention, and peace returned to the bus. I saw Julie looking back. She almost burst out laughing when she saw what I’d done.

As I got off the bus, an elderly lady said to me. "Thank you for distracting those intolerable boys.”

Her husband, who was a few steps behind, made me blush when he whispered. “You've made my day, young lady. It's years since I’ve seen such a sweet bum.”

Julie ran up beside me. "Well, well, I'm sure our mothers wouldn't approve, but you’ve just used a ploy that we girls have to bring boys to heel.”

“You mean, flashing my knickers.”

“Yes, boys are desperate to know what’s under our dresses. Even the slightest glimpse of pantie or bra strap sends them into a tailspin. That works well, but the emotional charms are even better. What boy won’t melt at a hint of tears? They become putty in our hands.”

“Wow, I never twigged to that, but then why would I? Don’t worry, Julie. I won’t talk. I want to learn more about these guiles. By the way, have you ever used them on me?”

“Of course, I have. You wouldn’t have been so amenable to switching clothes if I hadn’t. Don't expect me to say what I did. I need to keep my secrets.”

“Ahh, I see. I have wondered why I caved in so easily. Boys aren't as all-powerful as they believe, are they?”

“No, but they must never know.”

Julie and I walked hand in hand, following our mothers on the way to Mary's house. There Mary and Mum prepared a meal, while Julie and I set the table. While waiting, I wandered along the corridor to Julie's room. As I glanced at her bed, I had a flashback of all the events that led to my present situation. These memories heightened my confusion. A delightful feminine side had bubbled to the surface over the last two days. I wanted to embrace it, but this didn’t fit with the unbreakable ethos that boys must be manly. What was wrong with me? Was I weird? Was I going doolally?

“Penny for your thoughts.”

“Just reflecting on the last couple of days.”

“You’re uncomfortable with your liking of girly things, aren’t you?”

“Yes, you read me so well.”

“Have you ever heard of tomboys?”

“No, who are they?”

"A tomboy is a girl whose manner, dress, or behaviour has characteristics associated with males. They dress in a boyish manner or prefer boyish games and pastimes rather than girly ones. Tomboys often get a hard time for not conforming to the girly-girl norm but are usually just accepted as girls that are different. I think that you may be the boy equivalent, a tomgirl."

I hadn't noticed that Mum was now standing behind us. "Julie is probably correct. Let's talk about this after dinner."

We had a lovely meal together, and then as we relaxed afterwards, Mum dropped her bombshell.

"George, I know that it has been a great shock for you to find out that you have female instincts, but you are lucky. Most boys never realize or get to admit that they have these feelings. The fact that you seem to be comfortable as a girl suggests that your feminine side is stronger than usual in boys. You need to understand how this female side influences and shapes you, even if you have to conceal it in the future to allow survival in our macho world.”

I hesitated to say anything, but Julie urged me on. “Go on, tell them.”

“I’ve always thought that I was manly. So, discovering that I liked female things was very alarming. I’ve even wondered if I was going daft. It’s a relief to know that I’m not peculiar. Every instinct tells me that I should hide these feminine traits, but then I’ll never know the real me. So, I want to embrace them.”

“Good, I’m glad that you're thinking that way. However, to properly appreciate your female side, you can’t just dress and spend time as a girl now and again. You’ll need to spend considerable time with girls of your age, and we have a suggestion about how you can do that. We are due to go on holiday for three weeks. If you want, you can come as my daughter instead of my son. Then, you and Julie can spend all the time you want with the girls in the area. The only issue is that there can be no backing out. If you arrive with us as a girl, you must remain as a girl for the whole three weeks no matter what happens.”

This offer took the wind out of my sails. Yes, I wanted to learn more about myself, but the idea of living as a girl for three whole weeks was terrifying. I could about cope with one day at a time, but three weeks without letting slip that I was a boy seemed impossible. But I also knew that this would be an excellent opportunity to find out about the feminine me. Mum, Mary, and Julie were delighted when I agreed to the plan.

We talked for a while about the holiday arrangements before Mum and I headed home. We walked together in silence, which was a clear sign that Mum was upset. I’d no idea why but found out as soon as we got home.

“You’re feeling quite pleased with yourself, aren't you, but I’m not. I saw what you did on the bus today. What will people think of me when my daughter behaves in such an offensive manner in public?”

Mum then let loose with a rant the like of which I’d never faced as a boy. My ears were practically burning, and I was in absolutely no doubt just how much my immodesty had upset her. I was sobbing like a baby before Mum decided that I'd got her message; I must be on my very best behaviour at all times. No indiscretion, however minor, was acceptable.

Then, Mum did the unexpected. She picked me up, sat me on her lap, hugged me tight, and kissed me on the cheek.

 “Now, now, it’s all over. Let’s make sure that this nastiness doesn’t have to happen again. I do love you.”

This moment was a revelation. My anger with Mum quickly dissipated as it dawned on me how deeply she cared. Mum had my interests at heart and would do her all to keep me on the straight and narrow and ensure that I was a good girl. Mum and I were now in tune with each other as never before.  We were and taking our first baby steps in bonding as a mother and daughter.   

“I’m sorry that I disappointed you. It won't occur again. I will be good and make you proud.

I meant it too. I now appreciated how much anguish my bad behaviour caused Mum. Also, I realized the need to be more modest and careful around boys. I'd taken stupid risks with those on the bus. I hadn't checked that my skirt was in place, and then I'd teased them. What at the time seemed like a harmless lark could so easily have turned to disaster. Had the boys' hands wandered just a little further, they could have goosed me. Worse still, they would have found out that I was a boy. I daren't even imagine their reactions to that.

Mum kissed me on both cheeks. “Let bygones be bygones. Now, off to bed, you’ve got school tomorrow.”

I was sad to find my boy PJs laid out on the bed and my school uniform hanging up alongside it. I undressed and carefully placed my girls' wear in the wardrobe and drawer unit and put my wig on a stand that Mum had found. Then, I put on my boys' pyjamas. Before getting into bed, I sprayed the pillow and sheets with some scent. If I couldn't wear cosy girl's PJs, then I could at least spend the night immersed in a feminine fragrance.

“Wake up lazybones. You’d better have a long shower before you dress. If you got to school smelling like that, the boys are going to give you a rough time.”

Mum was right, of course. So, I had a thorough wash before I put on my uniform, had breakfast, and headed off none too enthusiastically to school. I kept very much to myself, and fortunately, the day went without mishap as did most of the remaining week. The exception was Thursday morning when I got the tawse for not paying attention in class.

I’d begun people watching and, to my amazement, found that Julie was partly correct. Even in this haven of machismo, there were significant differences amongst boys and how they interacted. There were a few dominant alpha males, many betas and beta-wannabes, and a high proportion of hangers-on.

The latter sycophants outwardly supported alpha- or beta-males but, wherever possible, didn't get involved in the brutal battles between them. To my surprise, I couldn't detect a hint of non-masculine behaviour even amongst the mildest members of this toady group. Either I was the only boy in the school with a female side, or others were much better at putting on the macho act.

The teacher caught me watching a game of football outside in the playground. For some reason showing an interest in other boys was a red flag for him. He took the greatest of pleasure in lashing me so viciously with his two-tail tawse that my hands were still tender and shaking at the end of the day. I couldn’t help wondering if he was overly harsh with me to hide his imperfections.

Friday was the last day of term, so the school closed at midday. As agreed with Mum, I went straight to Mary’s house. When I arrived, she took me through to her bedroom.

“Strip off and lie on the top of the bed.”

I’d no idea what Mary had in mind, but I knew that I must obey. I went bright red as I lay there. I’d been naked in front of Mary before but never so utterly exposed and hanging out there. My embarrassment heightened as Mary spread my legs and began shaving my nether regions. Once done, Mary then tucked my willy into a silicone device.

She placed this gadget just below my belly and then stretched it down into my crotch. As a result, my dick now nestled between my legs under a layer of silicone. As Mary held the device in position, adhesive on its inner surface fused with my skin and glued it into place.

Mary moved back to admire her handiwork but told me to stay put.

“Don’t move. I have something else to fit onto you.”

Mary then attached breast forms to my chest.

“Stay there until I come back. I want to be sure that the adhesive has plenty of time to set.

As I lay there staring at the ceiling, I couldn't help but wonder what Mary had done to me. The breast forms I understood, but what about down there. Time passed, and Mary came back with a set of girl's clothes.

“Get up slowly and sit on the side of the bed.”

As I did so, the new appendages on my chest jiggled and unbalanced me.

“Oh my, we’d better get those babies under control.”

Mary fitted me with a bra and then held up a hand mirror. I was stunned by the changes in my appearance. Not only did I have cleavage, but my boyhood was gone, now hidden behind a large triangle of short brown hair. This fuzz continued down into my crotch, where it partly concealed a pink gash.

“Good, that’s much more girly. Now put on these panties.”

Only as I pulled up the knickers did I fully appreciate how much had changed. The usual boy bulges were gone. I was smooth except for a small mound at my crotch.

“Wow, what’s happened to me?”

“I’ve fitted you with a fake pussy.”

“Wow, do I look like a girl down there?”

“Yes. Fitting these prostheses was your mother’s idea. We both know that no matter how much care a girl takes, it is certain that she’ll occasionally expose more than she should. While that is bad enough, you have the added danger of revealing yourself as a boy. Now that you have a more girly outline, that risk is small. Unfortunately, when disaster does strike, you’ll still have to endure the horror and embarrassment that all girls face when they accidentally show too much.”

"I haven’t told anyone before, but I had a couple of very close calls last week when I inadvertently flashed my knickers. That was humiliating, but my skirt almost gave the game away. When I leaned forward, it tightened across the front and revealed some distinctive boy bulges. Fortunately, it was my panties that drew the boys' attention, so they didn’t notice, and luckily none of the nearby girls glanced in my direction. I’ve been ultra-careful since then, but you’re spot-on. It’s only a matter of time before my guard slips again and I show more than I ought. That occasion will still be mortifying, but at least it’s only a girl’s profile that will reveal itself. Thank you for doing this for me.”

“Okay, I’m glad that you are happy. Now let’s get you properly dressed. Decent girls don’t run around in their bra and panties.”

Soon, she transformed me into Georgina. I looked the part but was very unsteady. Despite the bra, my new boobs still wobbled disconcertingly. Also, for the first time, I was wearing kitten-heeled shoes instead of the usual flats. So, I stumbled and fell many times while trying to achieve a correct walk and posture. Mary insisted that I keep practising, and by late afternoon I was more comfortable with my female bearing.

“Well done. Take a break; no need to overdo things."

“Thank you for everything. I’m sure that there’ll be many more pitfalls, but I will try my best to handle them.”

I began to feel very uncomfortable, so I headed apprehensively to the loo. I wasn’t sure how the prosthesis was supposed to work or even if it would. So worried was I that I held the wee in even after I was seated. Finally, the strain was too much, and I had to release it. I held my breath as I let go but then gasped with relief and delight when pee started trickling underneath me from the new gash in my crotch. This event probably seems trivial to most, but for me, it was a rite of passage; the first time I’d no choice but to be a girl.

Julie arrived home from school. “Wow, you look great. I’m jealous of those boobs.”

I blushed. “Thanks, but how do you cope? They’re dragging me forward and swinging when I least expect them.”

“Welcome to another challenge of girlhood. Take your blouse off. I’ll check the straps. They may need tightening a little.”

Julie adjusted all the straps. “There that’ll keep those puppies under control.”

“Thank you very much."

Now the bra constricted me. The straps pulled my shoulders back and pushed my chest forward so that my cleavage was even more pronounced than before. The bonus was that the breast forms were now firmly cupped in place. They were now part of me and made me feel oh so feminine.

Julie watched as I buttoned up my blouse. “Boys won’t be able to take their eyes off those beauties. They’ll be like bees around the honeypot.”

“Oh great, so much for keeping a low profile, but I suppose that I’ll learn to cope.”

Mum arrived with her packed suitcase. She stared at me but didn’t say a word. However, this time I wasn’t worried. The beaming smile on her face showed her delight to have Georgina as her daughter. After a snack, she and Mary finalized the plans for the following day while Julie and I finished packing our suitcases. Since I was unsure what I needed, Julie helped me pick out everything for the trip. She also handed me two of her pink PJs and pantie sets.

“You looked great in these the other day. Enjoy.”

As I packed them in my case, I quivered just at the thought of wearing them again.

Soon, Mum and I headed off home. I kept stumbling on the pavement because of the heels, so we had to walk much slower than usual.

"Take your time, honey. You’re dealing in one fell swoop with challenges that girls learn to overcome one by one as they grow up.”

“My shoulders, back, and ankles are aching. Is it like this for all girls?”

"No, most girls don't have these issues. The problem is that you're now putting a great strain on joints and muscles you hardly used as a boy. Things will get better. You need to keep practising."

"Ah, well, another hard lesson in girlhood.”

"Don't worry. It's not all bad. You’ll soon find that the advantages of being female far outweigh the disadvantages.”

Once home, I crashed out in bed. I was exhausted by the afternoon’s exertions but couldn’t get comfortable because of the appendages on my chest. Eventually, I fell into a deep sleep.

I still had plenty of aches and pains when Mum wakened me the next morning, but thankfully these diminished with a hot shower. By the time I returned to my room, Mum had set out my clothes on the bed. I dressed, put on my wig, tidied it, and applied a little makeup. Mum then came through to apply the finishing touches, including a light lipstick.

Mum checked over the house, locked up, and we set off. Mary and Julie were ready and waiting for us, so we collected our suitcases, and all headed off to the bus station. Two long bus journeys later we arrived at a seaside town and found our accommodation. It was a little cottage, the last one at the end of a short street.

It had a sitting room, a dining kitchen, and four small bedrooms. Mum and Mary took the first two bedrooms, Julie the third, and I was left with furthest away one. We unpacked, and then shared a light snack. Everyone was quite tired after the long journey, so we then headed off to our rooms for a nap. The plan was that we’d all go for a stroll in the evening to check out the area.

I dozed for a short time but couldn't settle, so I got up. Not wanting to disturb the others, I decided to go outside and scout out the immediate vicinity. I didn’t see anyone around as I strolled down the garden path, but a gang of boys surrounded me as soon as I was outside the gate.

“Well, well, what do we have here, an intruder on our territory. Show us your knickers, darling. You’re going nowhere until you do.”

"No, go away, you horrible beasts."

I tried to escape, but they surrounded me. My heart began to race as two boys clasped the hem of my dress.

“Don’t be shy, dearie. Let's see what you've got."

With that, they whipped the skirt up, revealing my drawers in all their splendour.

 “No, no, please leave me alone.”

I was shocked to see that most of the boys had obvious tenting of their trousers. Fear now consumed me as I realized that these highly aroused lads wouldn’t be satisfied with just gawking at my panties. They’d want to see more.

Sheer terror and the need for self-preservation now took over. Fortunately, the lads restraining me were momentarily distracted by my boobs. These were bobbing up and down due to my rapid breathing. This lapse in their attention allowed me to wriggle loose. I then directed a very unladylike kick at their leader. There was a momentary silence before my shoe thudded into its ultra-sensitive target. The leader gasped out loud and began wailing in pain as he slumped to the ground clutching his groin.

Alerted by the commotion, women and girls began appearing from the nearby houses. As my predicament became clear, they came running. Without delay, the boys picked up their stricken leader and ran off. Shock now took over, I blacked out and collapsed on the ground.

Surrounded by an anxious crowd of women and girls, I came around while cradled in Mum’s arms.

“Are you okay? Have those boys harmed you?”

 “I’m as good as can be expected. I'm not hurt, but those boys did scare me.”

There was a collective gasp when I said that. “Oh my, oh my, let’s get you inside. You’re safe now.”

I was traumatized and shaking like a leaf, so Mum took me to my room, got me into my PJs, and put me to bed. As to be expected, I couldn't get to sleep. The event itself had been bad enough, but it was the attitude of the boys that terrified me. When those on the bus had lifted my skirt, they were just curious, but these lads had a far more unnerving agenda. They were asserting their power and superiority over girls by dominating and humiliating them. I shuddered to think about what they were capable of and what they might've done to me had I not lashed out.

As I tossed and turned during the evening, I was aware of several visitors to the house and many hushed conversations in the living room. Eventually, all went quiet, and the lights went out when Mum, Mary, and Julie went off to bed. A few minutes later, I was surprised to hear my bedroom open and shut. I shot upright when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Calm down. It's only me. After all your ordeal this afternoon, you shouldn’t be on your own tonight.”

With that, Julie slipped into bed and cuddled up with me. At once, my stress and tension reduced, and I relaxed. It’s a mark of how far I'd come that this felt so right — one girl who has had an awful day being comforted by another. Soon, fatigue took over, and I slept through to morning.

I was alone when I awoke, but Julie came through later to help me with my makeup. I kissed her full on the lips.

“Thank you for being with me. It was what I needed.”

“I remember how scared I was after it happened to me, so I couldn’t let you suffer alone.”

"You've been abused in the same way?"

"Yes. Three boys cornered me a couple of months ago and forced me to show my panties. Luckily, that was all they wanted. They went off chuckling, but I was left distraught. It was no help knowing that I was now just another of the many.”

I was horrified that Julie had dealt with this trauma on her own. I hugged her tight.

“I'm sorry. I never realized that it was so common for boys to demean girls in this way. I promise that from now on, I will do my best to keep you safe.”

Julie kissed me. “Thank you. Hopefully, together we can wipe out the bad memories.”

“Yes, but I should thank you. You’ve taught me a special strength of girlhood. Unlike boys, we are compassionate and care about each other.”

Julie and I had breakfast with our Mums. Given the previous day's events, the conversation was non-existent until Mum broke the ice.

“Several ladies came to see us last night. They were appalled by what occurred and assured us that it hadn't taken place before and that they'd make sure that it won’t happen again. I believe them. They were genuinely upset about the torment that you faced. That said, we, and more importantly, you need to decide what to do about it. I said before that if you came here as a girl, you had to stay that way for the whole holiday. Under the circumstances, I won’t hold you to that. We can work things out. Georgina could go to stay with her aunt to recover from the ordeal while my nephew George comes to vacation with us.”

“Thank you for the offer. Last night I would have grabbed it with both hands, but today I won’t. I came here to experience girlhood, the bad as well as the good. Those boys set out to intimidate and scare me. If I chuck in the towel and run away, they will have won and will believe that they can get away with anything. Georgina is staying.”

Mum, Mary, and Julie hugged me. “We’re proud of you.”

"I'm not doing this just for me but for all the girls holidaying around here. I'm sure that yesterday wasn't the first time for those boys. They were organized and coordinated. Somehow, they knew that there was a lone newbie in one of their safe hunting grounds, and they then worked as a well-ordered team to trap me. I hate to think of how many girls have suffered at their hands."

“But surely the girls would’ve told their mothers. You’d tell me if it happened to you, wouldn't you, Julie.”

“No way, I was too ashamed to say anything and scared that I’d get the blame. After all, boys only do wrong when they’ve been teased or led astray by shameless hussies. Boys are in a win-win situation.”

“Oh my, I'm so sorry, Julie. I would've been there for you because I suffered the same trauma as a teenager. That said, I know from where you’re coming. The doctrine about boys is so deep-rooted that most mothers would assume straightaway that their daughters were in the wrong. It's very unfair, but what can we do?”

I piped up. “Boys can cope with losing to other boys, but they are terrified of being shown up or worse still beaten by a girl. That is an absolute status-buster; they can go from top dog to nothing in one step. After yesterday’s debacle, the boys will keep a low profile for a while, especially if I’m still around to remind them that girls can fight back. Hopefully, that will give us time to form a plan against them.”

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Eight girls from houses further down the street were there.

"We were heading down to the nearby play area for the day and wondered if you’d like to join us. Only girls can be there. Boys must go to other playgrounds. So, you’ll be safe and in good company. What do you say?”

Julie and I both agreed and with a nod of approval from our mothers set off with the girls. I must admit that I was very twitchy and nervous as I went out of the gate. I kept looking in every direction just in case there were boys around. Thankfully, I calmed down as we talked while heading to the playing area.

There were hundreds of girls there. The jungle telegraph had spread the word about the events of the day before. So, most girls knew who I was and went out of their way to support and encourage me. Who would believe it? The actions of those horrible boys had unquestionably strengthened my image as a girl.

I was still a little in shock from the previous day, so I wasn't enthusiastic about playing games. Instead, I mingled and chatted with many of the girls — their boundless enthusiasm, empathy, and joy lifted my spirits. I felt at home in that sea of femininity.

My reverie broke when I was approached by five girls who'd also been victims of the boy gang. Each was trapped within a couple of hours of their arrival in town and had their skirts lifted. While the boys then gawked at the girls' panties, they also embarrassed and belittled the girls by uttering a long string of suggestive and disgusting comments. They only backed off and ran away laughing once the girls burst into tears.

None of the girls told their Moms about the incidents. They’d just coped with the distress on their own. However, I could see how relieved that they now were to be able to unburden and talk openly about the events without the fear of criticism or blame. We were all in tears as they completed their stories.

As I pieced our experiences together, I surmised that the gang were locals and deliberately picking on girls that were new to the area. This fact meant that there was no chance that the boys would be recognized, and the girls couldn't complain because they knew no-one in the neighbourhood. These boys were revelling in the terror that they were causing. We had to stop them, but how?

As we huddled together, I noticed that in this play area, many of the girls were far less reserved than usual. Some were doing handstands or clambering and swinging on monkey bars. Others had their skirts tucked into their knickers while playing games, and a brave few souls were just in their drawers. There was nothing wrong with this. It was only right that girls were free and safe to enjoy themselves.

The downside was that this made the playground a target for boys. Where else could they so easily get an eyeful of girls in their underwear and possibly strike the jackpot and get a glimpse of much more? The girls might feel safe here, but there were plenty of hiding places from which boys could get a close view of the action, and believe me, they'd never pass up that opportunity. Indeed, there were probably two or three lusty boys concealed around there most of the time. Out of the blue, I realized that we might use this to our advantage. If we could catch one boy in the act, we might have enough leverage to get them to identify the main gang.

I got Julie and the girls with which we'd come to the park to join us, and I explained my thinking.

“Oh my, I’ve never considered that. Do you mean that there are always boys watching us?"

“Unfortunately, yes, but if we could capture even one peeping Tom, that will probably be enough to stop the problem at least in the short-term.”

We discussed and agreed on a plan to put on an eye-catching show the following day to trap a voyeur. Pleased with the possibility of a fightback against those horrid boys, we practically skipped our way home that evening.