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chance of making me a man."

"What do I do?" I said pressing the palms of my hands over the little swellings jutting outward from my sweater.

"I don't know but I do know that men's pants aren't going to fit over those shapely hips of yours?"

"I have to stop taking those pills! Look at me!" "I love looking at you," she said, her dark eyebrows arched mischievously. Her mouth trembled with the need to smile. "You could stop taking the pills OR take MORE!"

Margaret silently and dexterously took my hair out of the pony-tail and finger styled it into sexy waves. She pulled up one side and hooked it up high on my head with a blue barrette letting it spill over the opposite side in sexy curls.

I couldn't help but stare at my image in the mirror----girl's hands, my long hair curled sexily about my girlish face, and the beginnings of a nice set of sensitive breasts pressing outward from my soft sweater. It struck me. . .if I continued to take the pills, this is how I would look everyday. Just like the summer. A unthinkable flutter of guilt went through me as I pondered my future.

"It's your choice," she said fluffing out my hair again and then getting me a black bra out of her drawer.

"You want me to be a girl?" I stammered.

"I want to be LIKE a girl," she stated. "I know that I love the closeness we share and I frankly don't want ole' macho Jack back. If you decide to stay Jackie, I'll marry you right away!"

She and I had been talking about marriage for months now but Margaret had been non-committal to a date. I worried it might be because of the way I was dressing. I asked, "So what's the hurry suddenly?" She laughed. "I want to marry you while there's still a chance a Justice-of-the-Peace will believe you're a guy!"

I knew I'd never find another girl to marry me now! Later when Susan came over we broke the news to

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her. "We're getting married!" Margaret shouted, then added, "AND Jackie is here to stay!"

Susan ran up and gave her a hug and said, "You are a lucky girl. . .I guess you are both lucky girls!" I blushed at the realization of what I had agreed to, as two pairs of lush feminine eyes fixed on me. Susan came up and hugged me girlishly too.

"Ah, my dear Jackie. Your waist is so delightfully slim," Susan sang out. "And those hips! Maybe I should start taking hormones too! Come closer, dear, Let me check your figure." Susan ran her hand over my waist and hips. I shuddered at her touch.

"So wonderfully rounded. So like a girl's figure," sighed Susan. She held me away at arms length and checked out my bosom. "Don't tell me all THAT is his too?"

Flushing a deep red, Margaret came to my rescue. "Some of it is! She came over and planted a hot dewy kiss on my lips, her fingers coming up and tweaking my nipples causing me an unexpected, but delicious, thrill.

I recognized that our relationship had changed a lot. For one, my two small but sensitive breasts jutting out from my chest were like a red flag with a bull. Margaret couldn't keep her hands off them.

I also felt differently in many ways. If I moved quickly, I could feel a strange new motion on my chest----an itch that couldn't be itched. I could feel the extra weight of hips and my skin was so sensitive, I got chills from my hair brushing against my back and shoulders.

Susan watched Margaret "feeling me up" and asked, "Can I see them?"

"That's up to Jackie," she said, then turning to me, added, "Go ahead, it's not like she hasn't seen boobs before."

I shyly pulled off my sweater and turned my back to Susan. I blushed, feeling a strange sensation as I undressed in front of another woman.

I reached around and unhooked the straps of my padded brassiere. My small breasts twitched and moved slightly with each arm movement----a delight-