RELUCTANT PRESS

Cynthia told me we'll be even closer now than we were before, we'll be best girlfriends. I really have a LOT to think about.

Journal Entry: October 11, 1997

Today was quite humiliating and yet very exciting. After yesterday's revelations, we all slept in this morning, then gathered for brunch. I guess it was their way of pampering me in my time of trial that they allowed me to come downstairs in my pajamas while they had all already dressed. I had little to say as we ate. What CAN a guy say when he discovers he's turning into a girl? My feelings of frustration did not stop the others from talking.

Cynthia was delighted that I was changing into a girl.

Grace, her mother, was less enthusiastic since she'd assumed Cynthia and I would eventually marry and now had to worry about a suitable husband for her daughter.

My mother was delighted.

"This is going to be so exciting," she enthused. "I always wanted a lovely daughter to pamper and dress up! Now, I'm going to have her! Oh Nick, this makes me so happy!"

"Oh Nicky, this is going to be great," Cynthia bubbled. "I can't wait to see you in a cute miniskirt and sweater! You'll drive the guys crazy!"

"No thanks," I sullenly answered. "If I have to be a girl, I intend to be a tomboy! No dumb skirts or dresses for ME!"

"That's what YOU think, young lady," Mother responded curtly. "No daughter of mine will be a tomboy! In fact, for at least the first year I won't let you wear pants of any type!"

"Mom," I whined hopelessly, knowing that once she had her mind made up there was no changing it.

"Don't even try it," Mom countered abruptly. "It's not easy being a girl. You've been a boy all your life, so you have to make up for lost time. Besides, everyone knows you as a boy. You'll have enough problems convincing everyone

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TWO LITTLE GIRLS

By JENNIFER SUE

you're suddenly a girl without dressing and behaving as a tomboy! No, darling, I'm afraid you'll simply have to mimic Cynthia."

"Cynthia...," I cried in horror as I looked over at Miss Prim and Proper. Cynthia, as ever, looked lovely.

She wore a pure cotton, pink flowered dress with ruffles and eyelet trim from each shoulder down the front to the gathered waist. The button front was accented by simulated pearl buttons with gold-tone rims. A sash tied prissily in the back and the skirt was edged in eyelet lace. Pink rose-patterned lace tights and glossy black patent leather shoes called attention to her pretty legs. Her gleaming auburn hair was gathered into a bouncy, full ponytail held in place by a pink ribbon tied into a pert bow. She looked like a dainty Southern Belle.

Much to my bewilderment, my horror quickly faded as I found myself wondering how would I look in that outfit. I had every confidence and fear that I would soon be finding out. An image of myself attired in the cute outfit attending a dance popped into my mind. Much to my horror I could see myself in Pete Monroe's arms swirling about the dance floor! To my chagrin, I felt myself becoming aroused!

I KNOW I'm not gay; up until my run in with Miss Malloy, I had always been sexually attracted to girls. Mentally, I still was a boy, but physically? My growing attraction to guys, more than anything else, convinced me that my days as a boy were already over. But I still wasn't ready to admit defeat.

I guess my face belied my daydreams since Cynthia began to giggle. "Would you like to try on my dress, Nicole?" Needless to say, I turned beet red and vigorously shook my head.

"It's no use fighting it, Nicole," she giggled. "Sooner or later you'll be wearing pretty dresses."

"I definitely prefer later," I scowled, doing my best to sound indignant but failing miserably.

"I think we better take this slowly," Grace counseled. "Poor Nick is going to have a difficult enough time coping

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