RELUCTANT PRESS

with the loss of his boyhood. We shouldn't push him headlong into girlhood."

"Yeah," I exclaimed, thankful for the support. "I'm not ready to be a girl!"

"I suppose so," sighed my mother. "It will be difficult to wait, but since I waited fifteen years already, a few more weeks shouldn't hurt."

Even Cynthia realized her mother was right, but she wasn't about to give up completely.

"I see your point, Mother, but Nick really isn't a boy anymore. Right now he's between sexes. I think it will be easier for him to adjust if we start him wearing at least SOME girl's clothes now. I say we should start with lingerie. He can wear panties instead of his jockey shorts and camisoles in place of his T-shirts."

I winced as both women agreed she had a valid point and that it was a good idea. Once more, I saw the hopelessness of protesting in their determined looks. With a sigh of resignation, I decided not to fight their idea.

The result was that Cynthia rushed home to get me some of her dainty lingerie.

At least they allowed me to dress in private. To my surprise, Cynthia brought me a simple panty and camisole set made of shimmery white nylon edged with just a tiny hint of lace. From our intimate relations, I knew these to be her plainest undies.

How can I describe the sensations created as my first panties snugged about my bottom? "GOOD" just doesn't do it justice. I suppose "YUMMY" would be best. The panties simply hugged my flesh like a second skin and felt heavenly! My useless penis and scrotum were lovingly cuddled in the snug crotch, molding my groin girlishly flat.

Naturally, I was embarrassed as I slipped on my normal jeans and sweat shirt. But, no one could see what I wore beneath.

If wearing dresses feels as good as wearing the panties, it won't be SO bad being a girl.

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TWO LITTLE GIRLS

By JENNIFER SUE

When I emerged from my room, I had to open my fly and show that I was wearing the panties.

Then, we went shopping--thankfully in another town-where we bought several sets of matching white nylon panties and camisoles to replace all my jockey shorts and Tshirts.

As I finish this entry, I can't help but wonder how it will feel to wear a pretty dress. It's difficult for me to accept how much I've changed.

Journal Entry: October 12, 1997

School was weird. Now that I know I'm going to be a girl, my reactions to guys is easier to handle. Not less repulsive, but definitely more understandable. My body gets all warm and tingly when I look at the schools hunks. As for French class, well, it's a waste. I'm as bad as the girls; all I did was drool over Mr. Drew!

Cynthia pulled me away from the guys at lunch, very vocally insisting that I sit with her. It was a relief to get away from them. They can sense something is wrong with me, but have no idea what. I doubt they'd believe me if I told them. Anyway, Cynthia razzed me all through lunch about how cow-eyed I had been over Mr. Drew. Thank God we were seated by ourselves so no one heard. Even so, I know I blushed beet red! I'm going to have to try to control my arousal...at least until I'm all-girl. After all, I'm not a faggot! Of course, there's not much left of my manliness, so I really don't feel all that guilty about starting to like guys. It's hard to believe that just knowing I'm actually changing into a girl has relieved the frustration and tension I'd felt about the changes.

Still, I can't believe I'm looking forward to becoming a girl! I still feel like a guy inside my head. But, my body is definitely reacting like a girl! Heck, my wiener even likes being held between my thighs by my panties! I hope Miss Werner doesn't have me read from my journal until my change is over.

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