36-THE FRILL OF IT ALL!

"Leave it to me...it's still a month till school starts and you will be changing every day."

"How long before I see the effects?" I asked. Margaret only laughed.

The next morning, I was woefully sick. My stomach felt like it was on fire. My skin tingled and my vision was blurry. Margaret brought me some crackers and it gradually went away.

A few days later my clothes felt different, as if my skin was more sensitive.

I said I wouldn't take anymore pills, but I did. By the end of a week I was feeling better in the mornings. Giddily I took the purple pills every day for 21 days then seven days off.

Knowing what they were doing, I felt dizzy and hysterical. I wanted to say Stop! But each day, Margaret and took our pills together. She took her birth control pills and I my "boobie" pills, as she called them.

I was still stunned and dazed at what I was doing.

Susan came to visit us for a week and she went on and on about my girlish appearance. She said, "Margaret says you are being softened up a little by the pills."

Margaret interrupted, "He was having awkward male impulses. . ."

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Susan smiling at me, joked, "It must be horrible to not be in control! We girls are always in control.' They giggled at me and I blushed. "Hey!" Susan added, "I'm just jealous of your relationship. The men I date, are only interested in getting into my panties. AND not in the way YOU can!"

Margaret agreed, "Jackie understands me better than any man before! He appreciates finding a skirt that fits and sheds tears over a run nylon. He's always there for me now. . .like a girlfriend! I can tell him anything."

Susan shook her head. "I'd love a guy who noticed a new hair cut or new outfit. They never notice weight loss but always see my monthly bloat!"

"He had his own bloat now," Margaret said smartly.

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"And he never leaves the toilet seat up anymore!" Susan sat in open-mouthed astonishment as Margaret told her of our summer adventures as girlfriends. From that day on, Susan talked about things and even men in front of me as if I had never been one. Yet I still got excited with Margaret, even after a month of female hormones. Especially in the morning, I looked strangely at my maleness pressing outward from my nightgown.

She'd look at me and joke, "That's very un-ladylike! I'll be glad when it goes away!"

In the second month, the female hormones found less resistance and my breasts grew very tender. My skin got softer and rounder especially about my hips.

The hormones had relieved me of some of my male ego. Even Margaret began to respond to me in a more girl to girl manner.

I began to see how different women are from men. Women find comfort sharing their experiences as women with each other. Some would call it gossip or being "catty" but hearing Susan and Margaret tell intimate stories made me feel more feminine. I would listen to them chatter and realize how women support each other spiritually and emotionally.

Was it the female hormones that was pealing back the layers of my protective psyche? I began to understand what being a "girlfriend" meant. We exposed our darkest secrets and fears and I loved Margaret more than I ever could imagine.

I was losing my "get it done" attitude and accepted "emotion" as a virtue. It was more than just changing focus about the size of my maleness to the size of my breasts. By the end of summer my passions were changing.

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Besides all the new daily activities such as makeup, hair and clothes, we played. .like girls. We danced to records, watched silly romance movies, took innumerable pictures of one another, and gossiped about co-workers endlessly. I was becoming a narcissistic little beast!

At first, when Margaret would "virile" rate the guys at work, I blushed, but pretty soon I was rating them