RELUCTANT PRESS

They giggled in response to my inexperienced questions before explaining what each was doing. One by one, as the wax dried, each strip was torn from my reddened flesh. I must confess that I had been unaware that the pale, nearly invisible peach-fuzz hair that covered my slender body could be rooted so deeply, or be so easily removed!

The pain created when the woman tore the dried wax from my flesh caused me to yelp in unexpected surprise.

Soon, they bustled me to a beautician's chair to trim and style my hair. While my hair was brushed and trimmed, more wax was poured onto my flesh. After my toenails had been manicured, that attendant moved on to my fingernails which were reshaped and polished a glossy pink.

The brief "SNAP" of a piercing tool upon the lobe of my ears startled me for a moment. Then in numbed silence I waited as three more "SNAPS" followed the first to give me double-pierced ears.

The brushing and blow-drying of my hair went almost unnoticed as I scrunched my eyes closed in fear as an electrolysis needle was skillfully wielded to thin my eyebrows to an acceptable state of femininity. The final deed was an application of soft pink lip gloss.

Taking a brush, the beautician stroked and smoothed my long, straight blond hair into a very feminine style. Separating a bit at the front, she brushed it straight over my big, baby blue eyes. Then, she fluffed it up a bit before trimming the excess off to create soft, bouncy bangs that just whispered against my now delicate eyebrows. Next, she swept the rest of my hair back, covering the top half of my ears. Gathering the locks together at the back of my head, she formed a ponytail at the top. After securing the ponytail with a hair tie, she took a pair of white and yellow ribbons which she intertwined to form a cute bow to cover the tie. The result was a high, cascading fountain of silken, shiny hair that shimmered and rippled to accentuate each and every scintillating movement of my now totally girlish head.

At this point, Barry Bangs swished over and clasped his hands together in unfeigned delight.

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TWO LITTLE GIRLS

By JENNIFER SUE

"Oh my," he gushed breathlessly. "You look simply scrumptious, my dear. I just wish I'd have looked so cute when I was your age!"

Yeah... Barry is a faggot sissy! Quite disgusting to another guy. But it helped me to see that I was not in the least like that! I was not a faggot nor a sissy. I'm a girl, not a guy trying to be a girl. At that moment I realized that all guilt I had felt had disappeared. Never again would I feel guilty for being a girl instead of a boy. No longer would I be repulsed by faggots or sissies. Suddenly, I felt sorry for Barry Bangs. It was plain to me that he would leap at the chance to be like me. Life like that must be horrible.

By the time we left the beauty shop, it was time for my appointment with Doc Harvey.

The exam revealed me to be quite sexless, like a doll, just as Miss Malloy had predicted. Doc Harvey didn't want to believe that my change was caused by a curse, but there was no other explanation. We all felt the tests on the blood, tissue, and urine samples he took would confirm that I was no longer male.

Pete and Scott were waiting for us when we arrived home, but our mothers refused to let us go out with them. They did allow the boys to stay with us, so we just sat around watching TV and making out a bit.

I'm glad I'm now a girl!

Journal Entry: October 25, 1997

Once again, Cindy woke me. This time we were a couple of giggly girls getting ready to go to church. It was interesting to see how adults who knew me all these years as a boy accepted me as a girl. Doc Harvey explained everything to the pastor, so I'm was sure there wouldn't be any repercussions. But still, I was anxious. I wanted everything to be just perfect. Cindy helped me dress.

I wore a lustrous purple velvet princess seamed dress with a dropped waist and back zipper closure. The long

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