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Life Of A Intersexual Boy More Girl - Part 3
🕑 Added 2021-01-09 11:47:36 +0000 UTCAs the week went by, she prepared herself every day for the fight she felt sure was coming. It never happened or not the way she had thought it would. Each day when she got home from work, there sat her new daughter fully dressed and wearing a pair of heels of some sort. Her makeup was always flawless and she always seemed happy when her mom got home.
It wasn't till the weekend came that the fight likewise showed up. It seemed she would have to drag him kicking and screaming to the doctor's office and that wasn't going to work if he had to go dressed as a girl. Carol relented, but only to the point that she gave him a pair of her old jeans and a tee-shirt she had stopped wearing so he looked somewhat like the boy they knew.
His firm and shapely breasts, along with the rest of his overall figure, would not fly under the radar of Dr. Markus. It was almost as if she didn't like him much and she was always touching his breasts and feeling of his male parts. He had no clue she was doing her best to understand why it was that his body had suddenly seemed to turn towards being a girl, when she was sure that he was a boy through and through. Neither of them would get an answer to that question today, but Dr. Markus felt sure, after seeing his sizable breasts and well-shaped figure, that his blood work would tell the tale.
She assured Carol that she would find out what it was that caused this. In the meantime, if he felt more comfortable dressing as a girl, she saw no reason not to let him do so. It was almost a relief to hear Dr. Markus give her the okay, as it were, to dress him like a girl. At the moment it wasn't what he really wanted, so much as what she wanted to hear.
That was early Saturday morning and now he and his mom were both at the Walker home sunning by the pool. Carol didn't stay by the pool long, as she was sure Becky wanted to talk to her girlfriend alone. It was more than she had to, to get him out of the house in his or her new bikini. Now that it was done, she intended for him to have bikini lines long before they headed home.
Carol and Ms. Walker watched the girls from the sliding glass window. Ms. Walker seemed unaware that it was a boy her daughter was sharing all her time with. She was happy that Becky had a friend with breasts at least as big as hers. She needed the support only someone her age could give her and that was just what she saw in Jenny.
Carol had no intentions of breaking the bad news to Ms. Walker. If she accepted Jenny for what she saw, then why try to explain something she had no explanation for. She had no more good reason as to why her son had boobs than the good doctor did at the time. No, Jenny needed her support, as well, and Carol saw how comfortable Jenny was around Becky now. This was a good thing she told herself and she would let it play out as far as it would go.
The girls were in and out of the pool a few times just to cool off. They did a little horseplay while they were in the water, but not so that either of the girl's mothers got concerned. In fact, it pleased Carol to no end to see her daughter forming a real bond with another girl.
Jenny and Becky talked in their own code and Jenny knew Becky had not told her mother that she was really a boy. Becky explained that it was best, if they wanted to remain friends over the summer, as her mom would never allow a boy at her house. They talked about clothes and boys and all the stuff any other girls their age might normally would have.
Jenny thanked her for picking such a nice bikini for her, even though she didn't really like wearing it all. She told Becky she all but felt naked wearing it and that was a little over the top for her. On the other hand, Becky told Jenny that she loved hers and that she had planned to wear it as often as she could that summer. Jenny thought that sounded pretty normal for a real girl. By the time Jenny and Carol went home, it was all but dark outside.
James always enjoyed the time he spent with Becky. She was still the prettiest girl in school, as far as he was concerned, so being with her was like a feather in his cap. That was till he stood in the shower later that night to wash off the tanning oil. The red tint to his skin was easy to see against the rest of it, as white as he was. His fair skin had seemed to turn on him, as well, as it now held the outline of his bikini.
For the next week, Becky all but hounded Jenny to come to her place and lay by the pool with her. His mom had told him it was okay if he wanted to do it. That meant he had to walk through the park dressed as a girl since Ms. Walker didn't know he was boy. This was not what he had planned for his summer vacation to be like, but his time with Becky was always fun so he did it. Thankfully, nobody paid attention to the two girls walking through the park each day, as she walked with him both ways.
Now, of all things to happen in his young life, his mom was acting rather strange. She would come in from work, have a light dinner with Jenny, then go to her sewing room and work while she talked on the phone right till bedtime. They usually went out to eat on her payday Friday, but they hadn't done that in almost three weeks now. He wondered if his mom was now ashamed that her boy had turned into such a girl. Becky assured him that was not the case, still, he knew something wasn't right about the way she was acting.
Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. His tan was about as dark as he figured it would get and this day he stayed at home. He spent hours on the web, looking at all the fashion and style sites for anything he could do to refine his look as a girl. It was almost noon by the time he decided to get dressed.
He decided on the mini dress he had worn the first day, he really dressed as a girl. He decided not to wear the corset since he had found a garter belt in one of his drawers. It fit much tighter than he had thought it would and after thinking about it for more than a few minutes, he decided to not wear a bra either. His breasts were plenty firm enough to not really need it and of late his nipples only got hard when he was excited or cold.
He used a small barrel curling iron on his hair and piled it high on his head leaving only one or two dangling beside each of his ears. In the jewelry box he found some big hoops that were gold and matched the necklace he already had on. To that he added several bracelets and then a half dozen or so rings spread out on his fingers. He clipped a gold chain style belt around his waist and then picked the highest of the heels he found in the closet.
It was his mom's payday Friday and he wanted to look better than he ever had. Cabin fever had long ago set in, even his time with Becky was not enough to stop that. He was sure his mom was feeling it, too. She was just ashamed of him and that was why they had stopped going out to eat. That was the way he saw it at the time.
At the vanity, he sat, and in great detail began to apply the makeup. He was going for that night on the town look, as the web page he looked at had called it. He had no idea why a girl would go to such extremes, but if that was what he was supposed to do, then that was what he would do. Right now he only wanted his mom to be proud of him again.
It took a lot of work to blend the foundation into his now very tan skin. He knew the idea was to not see where it stopped or started and he took great pains to make sure he got it right. It took three coats of mascara to get his lashes to look as full and plump as the pictures he had seen on the web. Three shades of eye shadow gave him that smoky look he wanted and the eyeliner defined his eyes with the line stopping just past where it really should have. He plucked a few stray hairs from his eyebrows and then stood and began learning how to walk in the much higher heels.
He had no clue the heels were five inches tall. He did feel as if he was walking more on his toes than on his heels like he normally would have. It was already three-thirty, so his mom would be home in an hour or less. He wasn't as steady in the heels as he wanted to be, so he spent the whole hour walking through the house dusting and making sure everything was just the way his mom liked it.
When his mom drove up, he moved to the back door and waited for her to get out of the car. Just as she was one or two steps from the door he opened it and watched for her reaction with a hopeful eye.
Her jaw went slack and she dropped her purse. His eyes were as big as the peephole in the door and he decided then he was sure he had done the wrong thing. She didn't come in or give him the hug he normally got when she came home. That only fueled his idea that she was ashamed of him and maybe even more so now. He was ready to cry, but he wouldn't allow his mom to see it. He turned and headed back to the living room, then sat down at the computer.
Carol was everything but ashamed of her son. Her heart had jumped into her throat and for several moments she was speechless. Still and silent she watched him walk away in the five-inch heels even she had trouble walking in. More to the point she or he did like a pro. Another moment passed before she picked up her purse and followed him into the living room.
She paused in the hallway just long enough to place her purse on the table there. She went to the desk where her daughter now sat and extended her hand. She took it gently, not looking at her mom as she knew the tears had streaked her makeup. All her hard work had been for nothing and she just knew her mom was going to have it out with her.
Carol slipped off her heels as this put her at eye level with her daughter. She cupped her chin and saw her tear-streaked cheeks. Before she could even speak she saw more tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
“You are so beautiful,” Carol stated, as she took a tissue from the box on the desk to wipe away the tears. “I was never so stunned to see the effort you put into looking like this tonight. I know it was a lot for you to do and I am so proud of you, words fail me,” she paused doing her best to hold back her own tears.
The smile on her face told James she was sincere. For a moment he felt more like the daughter she saw than the boy he still felt like he was. It was as if one of many great weights on his shoulder had been lifted and he smiled back at his mom in a most approving way. He had no clue that Becky had called her at work and expressed all his fears to her, in a way he never could.
“I love you with all my heart and no matter what I will always be proud of you. Please don't ever believe otherwise,” his mother said in a most gentle voice.
“Okay, Mom,” he said, as he shifted his weight from one hip to the other.
“Give me just a few minutes to freshen up and then the Conner's girls are going out to have some fun tonight,” his mom said with a smile that was bigger than before.
In what seemed like just a few minutes, his mom looked even better than he did. It had taken him three hours to look the way he did. This was so unfair, he told himself. He likewise fixed the streaks from the tears he had cried and in less than an hour, they were out the door. Knowing that his mom was proud of him rather than ashamed did great wonders to calm his nerves.
The Top Hat was the most expensive restaurant and bar in the small town where they lived. You had to be eighteen to get in the door, but his mom assured him that wouldn't be an issue tonight. He summoned all the courage he had and followed her through the door as if he and his mom owned the place. They were seated in seconds and the man that took them to the table never took his eyes off of Jenny. Carol saw it and she thought this time it registered with Jenny as well.
“What was that about?” Jenny said in low voice.
Her mom just smiled knowing she had no clue just how pretty she was.
“Well, honey, it's obvious he thinks you are a pretty woman,” Carol said with a smile.
“Pretty Woman! Like Julia Roberts, Pretty Woman?” He sputtered in an even softer voice.
“Well, of course,” his mother smiled as the man placed the two glasses of wine on the table.
Suddenly, his nipples were hard as rocks and this confirmed to his mom that he was indeed bra-less.
He tapped his glass with his mom's and took a sip of the wine. She ordered them both a chef salad and she tried to make small talk with the son that was truly becoming her daughter. He did amazingly well as they talked about clothes and men or boys. Work was still not a part of his life, but that was sooner to come than even she had thought.
Mr. Williams of Williams & Son's spotted one of his best employees from his table across the room. What really caught his eye was the young lady sitting with her. He hadn't so pretty and fresh a young face as the one that now had his eyes. She was drinking wine with Carol so he guessed she was of age. This girl would be perfect for the new line of girl's clothes he and one of his new designers had been working on. Granted, he was shooting for the ten to thirteen age group, but if she toned down her look she could pull that off, he thought.
Anxious to meet this young lady he thought of and then discarded several opening lines. He had manners and while he didn't want to disturb their meal he likewise didn't want them to leave before he had the chance to meet her. Once he knew who she was, Carol could make the in-roads needed for the company to use her as a model. He bought them another round of wine once the food arrived and decided to wait till he was sure the meal was over.
When the food arrived with the second glass of wine to boot, Carol knew someone else had bought the wine. Jenny picks at her salad as much as she ate it and it just screamed girl here for anybody that saw it for what it was. Even Carol had a hard time thinking of her as the boy she had raised. Becky had taught her well and she was doing just as she had been taught.
When the waiter took away the plates leaving the breadsticks and the unfinished glasses of wine, Mr. Williams decided it was time.
Carol spotted Mr. Williams almost as soon as he stood up. “Don't look up, but there is a man headed this way and he is my boss, so just play along,” she told Jenny quietly.
“It's nice to see you, Carol, and who is this fine young lady with you?” He asked, still treating her like an employee by using her first name.
“Jenny,” she stuck out her hand as if to shake his and not give her mom a reason to lie for her.
“Thomas Williams,” he replied in a single breath. “I was wondering since Carol is a designer if you had ever done any modeling,” he added with a smile.
“No, sir,” she replied,” but I have been told I was pretty enough to several times,” Jenny said, thinking this might stop him in his tracks. Nobody liked a model that was stuck on themselves, her mom had told her that long ago.
“She's not actually old enough to work without her mom's consent and I doubt we could get that,” Carol followed with Jenny's line of reasoning.
That put the brakes on him pursuing her further. Carol was right, if she was young her parent's permission was the first thing they would need. She was drinking wine though, so he had to wonder if Carol was about to step out on her own with her own designs. Carol's work had landed him more than a few big clients, she was the last thing he wanted to lose right about now.
He walked away for a bit sad, but equally prepared to dig into his rather deep pockets to keep Carol with the company. She had words with him more than once and he knew, if she wanted to make it on her own, she could very well do it with the right model to get her fashions noticed.
The ride home was quiet with Jenny feeling nervous and Carol thinking that she would have to make her move sooner than she had planned. Thomas was not so dense that he wouldn't put two and two together and realize what she had planned. Granted, fashion-wise he was stuck in the fifties and in her mind forever would be. That didn't mean he wasn't a smart man.
Carol walked into the house her smile beaming with pride for her new daughter. She went straight to the coffee maker and started a fresh pot as she looked at her daughter with more love than she had even for her husband. Carol sat Jenny down at the table and began to at least try to explain just what kind of man Thomas Williams really was. Halfway through each sentence, she would finish it and her amazement at the maturity she showed just continued.
She gave Jenny just the tip edge of her plan and while she seemed nervous about the whole idea of modeling anything. If this was what it took to get them on their feet and on their own again, then she was ready to do it. Carol and her daughter tag-teamed the phones well into the night. They finally found a suitable studio with a proper runway that they could rent.
Carol sent Jenny off to bed and alone she called in every favor she could to get at least three photographers there. She needed at least two models and Becky was the obvious choice both for Jenny's comfort and the security of Carol's designs. Long before either of the girls were awake Carol spoke with Ms. Walker about what she wanted to do. Carol did her best to hide her own excitement telling Ms. Walker that it was a fifty-fifty chance that her designs would be a hit. Ms. Walker agreed on the condition that she could be there for the shoot. That was fine with Carol as an extra set of hands was an extra set of hands at this point. She could help Becky change while she would help Jenny just to keep the show moving at a good pace.
Carol and Jenny, Becky, and Ms. Walker arrived first at the studio. All of the clothes were placed on two racks, one for each of the girls. This was her spring and summer collection and having to scramble for a time her fall and winter collection was still unfinished. Another week was all she needed, but now that Thomas had seen Jenny she didn't have another week.
Three very well dressed women sat at the end of the runway. A fourth sat way back in the last row as she wanted to see, but not be seen, as it were. The photographers were the last to show and Jenny and Becky were thankful for the time they had to practice the walk before everyone arrived. At three on the money, the music started and Becky took the first walk down the runway. This was like a dream to her, while Jenny just hoped not to mess up the show his mom had worked so hard for.
They set a slow pace so each had the time to change while the other was making her walk. The flashes of the cameras were coming fast and the looks on the faces of the women at the end of the runway seemed to be approving of their effort. Adele was the woman in the back row and she was stunned that Jenny was everything Carol had told her she was at two in the morning. She had known Carol since college and she was never too big on models. Becky was quite pretty and was model material, no doubt. She had no idea she was looking at two girls that had just turned ten years old.
At the end of the show, when the music stopped, Becky walked to the end of the stage and stood there. “My name is Becky Walker, I am ten years old and I go to Plymouth Academy.
In turn, Jenny walked to the end and stood beside her best friend. My name is Jenny Conner, I am ten years old and I go to Plymouth Academy.
After a collective gasp for breath that would have rivaled Hurricane Sandy, they gave the girls a standing ovation. Of the nine people present Adele was probably the only one that knew Jenny was really James. Carol would have her hands full when she grew up, she was pretty as a picture now at just ten years old.
Ms. Walker took the girls along with the clothes back home. Carol had some business to discuss and she was going to be a while getting home. The men rushed back to their collective studios to start making the prints for the photos they had taken. None of them were sure that the girls they had just seen were really ten years old, but they were new and fresh and that could make or break a good photographer if one of them hit the big time.
Carol dispensed with the buyers before the bidding war ever started. She would take only sealed bids and all bids had to include the use of her models only. Adele knew Carol was a shrewd businesswoman, but her terms gave her and the kids practically all the profits. That was a hard line to sell considering Carol had nothing in the market at the time. Adele sensed that her real motivation was to get Jenny in the public eye more so than her designs.
Adele agreed to be the agent for both of the girls without any hesitation. The fact that Carol didn't mention her designs any more than she did confirm what she suspected about getting Jenny in the public eye. Carol wasn't a trusting person and she knew Adele would do what was best for the girls, not her own self-interest.
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Brianna Demonet
Great story line
Randy linders
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Julia Miller
And you keep getting better at it. Anything I have ever written reads like a technical manual. lol
Urban
Writing a story is an art of deep observation and great imagination.
Julia Miller
This story keeps getting better as it unfolds. I am constantly amazed at your depth of knowledge about the fashion industry. This leads me to believe that you are or were deeply involved in this industry. If not, you certainly create a very believable story. Kudos!
