RELUCTANT PRESS

We wore back-zippered pink party dresses of sheer polyester voile. They had pink and green lace trim on the collar, on the end of the puffed sleeves, and on the hem. A kicky ribbon sash accentuated our narrow waists while satin rosettes detailed our well-rounded bodices. (Of course mine was padded. I wonder what it will feel like to have my own breasts?)

We caused quite a stir at the church we visited, and received many compliments. Lunch was a giggle fest. Then, we went shopping again. I can hardly wait to begin wearing the new clothes we bought.

Cynthia wants me to go to school tomorrow as Nicole. I'm tempted, it'd be wonderful to be rid of this dreaded masquerade. I may still be a male, technically at least, but these last two days has pretty well destroyed any boyishness that remains in my brain. But I'm scared about going to school as a girl.

How can I just show up in a dress?

Mom said we'd better wait at least another two weeks. By next Saturday, Doc Harvey should find me a sexless babydoll, which is what I'll be like. I'll wear my lingerie under my male clothes. By the following week, I'll definitely be a female. I'll show up for that check-up in a dress.

Mom says Doc Harvey will explain that I'm really a girl to the school so I can begin dressing as a girl all the time.

Heck, I'm even looking forward to dating Pete Monroe! Cynthia says she and Scott High will double date with us. God I can't wait! I guess I really AM a girl now!

Journal Entry: October 19, 1997

Life is such a confusing thing!

Today was simply horrible! Mom had to force me to wear my jeans and sweater to go to school. They feel totally gross! I hate the way I look! I'm not a guy anymore, I'm a girl!

TWO LITTLE GIRLS

By JENNIFER SUE

Or at least, I look and feel like a girl when I'm in a cute dress. I actually felt like a dyke as I walked the halls at school.

There was no way I learned a thing today. I was either drooling over the guys or critically analyzing the outfits the real girls wore. I simply can't understand how a girl can be so crude as to be a tomboy. It's such a horrid thing! I can't wait to go to school in a cute miniskirt!

Thank God Cynthia stayed near me all day. I think I'd have gone over the edge without her to hold me in place. We rushed home from school and I tore off my horrid boy clothes. Cynthia pushed me on the bed once I was down to my panties and camisole and we made out like a pair of horny lezzies. It was great!

By the time our parents came home, I was dressed in a cute plaid pleated jumper over a soft pink blouse. I felt so good and just kind of right.

Of course, Mom and Grace loved the way I looked. Cynthia told them they'd better take me to see Doc Harvey ASAP. She said there was no way I'd last the week having to continue to masquerade as a boy!

Since it was too late to get an appointment, I'll have to got to school as Nicholas again tomorrow. But I'll be going to Doc Harvey as Nicole! Hopefully, Wednesday I'll be able to go to school as Nicole!

Journal Entry: October 20, 1997

I never made it past French class today. I felt absolutely horrid wearing those yucky boy clothes! How could I have worn them for eighteen years? God, was I dumb! Anyway, it had been rough all morning. Pete kept looking at me strangely, which made my heart pound. I felt an urge to go sit on his lap and kiss him!

Thank God Cynthia was with me! But, even Cynthia couldn't help me when it came to Mr. Drew!

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