In fact, had he but known it, this was just the start. A rigid sense of purpose filled his mother's heart.

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Not lightly, she had made the vow that she would never rest Till Mary Jane was molded into her pretty best.

His mother's plan had many things which left the lad in tears. She sterilized a needle and then she pierced his ears. "From now on, you'll wear earrings. Dangling ones of pearl. Another small reminder that you are now a girl."

She put him into corsets and they were tightly laced. "Mary Jane, they'll help you achieve a trimmer waist." And the daily pills she gave him weren't really for his nerves. They were female hormones to give him shapely curves.

At the same time, they prevented the things his mother feared. His voice would stay an alto. He'd never grow a beard. "And when your hair grows longer we'll set it in feminine style. Then we can throw your wig away but that will take a while."

By fourteen, there was progress. He walked with swaying hips. And he had learned to apply the makeup to his lovely, rosebud lips. But still the lad resisted the dreadful change in him. He longed for rough and manly sports. To box and hunt and swim.

"Please mother, let me be a boy. I've learned my lesson well. I promise you that I'll behave. Release me from this hell." "Mary Jane, what nonsense. You look so cute and frilly. Let you be a boy again? The whole idea is silly."

Knowing she would never yield, he sprawled upon his bed. Sobbing till his makeup ran and wished that he was dead. "Don't cry, my little Mary Jane. It's best for you like this. And some day you will thank me for making you a Miss."

Sometimes, he grew submissive... regretted that he'd fought her. Other times, he felt a rage that he was now a daughter. His fifteenth birthday present was incredible indeed. A visit to the clinic of the eminent Dr. Reed.

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