"I Made my Son a Girl"
                        by Judigirl3@AOL.com

                       Chapter 1  "It's a Boy"!

I could scarcely believe my eyes as I read the words, "Most of the boys
who were born in the United States in the final years of the nineteenth
century and the first years of the twentieth wore dresses until they
were old enough to walk.  Only from that point onward did a clear
majority wear clothes specially designed for boys!"  My heart leapt
within me as I read Kenneth S.  Lynn's biography of Ernest Hemingway
which my sister had purchased to consol me after the recent birth of my
son.  I know that some people will think that I'm terrible for simply
not being happy with a beautiful baby boy, but you see I am not able to
have any more children and I  desperately wanted a little girl.  Permit
me to tell you my story and I do  hope you will understand.  My name is
Susan. I am twenty three, and my twin sister Debbie and I have always
been very close.  We are identical twins and we did everything
together.  Mother dressed us alike as children and she and dad were
really the only ones that could tell us apart.  In high school, we were
the stars of the volleyball team, princesses at the Senior Prom (I was
told another girl actually became the prom queen because they did not
want to give the title to one of us and not the other), and we decided
to go to the same midwestern college.  We were so incredibly happy and
our lives were remarkably intertwined.  But then something happened in
our senior year, something quite natural, but nevertheless devastating
to me.  My sister fell in love, became pregnant, and was married within
six months.  I couldn't believe it.  I was losing my dear sister, best
friend, and almost constant companion, to a man.  Maybe I would have
eventually gotten used to the fact that sisters do grow up and get
married except for the fact that Scott started to drink heavily and
began to mistreat her.  As the day of her baby's birth approached, he
became even more abusive, and the day after she had a beautiful baby
girl, he walked out on her for good.  Although I was still in school
Debbie asked me to move in with her to help with baby Stephanie.  I saw
this as a chance to get my sister back again and I gladly accepted her
offer.  I finished school, graduating with a business degree and
continued to live with Debbie and my little niece.  But the routine of
school, work, and helping Debbie became overwhelming at times and I
started to go out quite a bit myself.  I met John at a business
conference that I attended in conjunction with my work and we fell in
love. John was extraordinarily handsome it wasn't long before I found
out that I was pregnant. But Debbie saw the warning signs with John from
the very beginning and told me, "Sis, this is history repeating itself.
He is just like Scott, drinking too much and he isn't ready to settle
down".  I didn't want to believe her but Sis was right and he broke off
our relationship when I was seven months pregnant.  Debbie and I hugged
one another, cried on each other's shoulder and considered the life we
would have as two young single women trying to raise children on our
own.  Fortunately an inheritance from our deceased dad who became
wealthy in the textiles business allowed us to be free of the financial
burdens that young women in our position would otherwise encounter.  But
now the men were gone and we started to plan our course of action.
Stephanie was almost two now and my child's projected birth date would
coincidently fall on her birthday.  Debbie was as excited as I was and
we looked forward to having a playmate for Stephanie.  But then the
thought occurred to both of us.  What if my baby turned out to be a boy!
I told Debbie, "That just can't happen.  I know nothing about boys and
besides Stephanie needs a little sister to play with".  We agreed that
the child had to be a girl and almost unrealistically planned
accordingly.  With one month to go, we had decorated the new baby's room
in lovely shades of pink and white.  Going shopping with Debbie and
Stephanie gave us ample opportunity to buy little dresses, slips,
sweaters, booties and blankets in pretty pastel colors.  We could hardly
wait for the birth our our new princess, and little Stephie kept asking
us, "When is my new cousin coming"?  Stephie would come over and put her
ear on my stomach and say cheerfully, "Oh, I hear her inside, Aunt
Susan", and we would both laugh.  The last month of my pregnancy went
quickly and when the labor pains began, mom who had been helpful behind
the scenes for the whole time drove me to the hospital.  And at 12:05
A.M. on April 24, Stephanie's birthday, I gave birth to a six pound five
ounce baby BOY!!!!  I took drama courses in both high school and college
and I think it was only  my acting ability that kept me from bursting
into tears when my doctor told me that I had a new son.  Oh, it's not
that I wasn't thrilled with having a child.  I was!  But he should have
been a girl.  That's all.  I wanted a girl, Debbie and Stephanie wanted
a girl, and none of us were prepared for having a male become part of
our household.  So three weeks later while Jamie was sleeping, I was
reading the Hemingway book.  Debbie was an English literature major and
had read Hemingway's, "For Whom the Bells Toll", A Farewell to Arms",
"The Old Man and the Sea" and a couple of his biographies.  Apparently
she recalled the biographical sections that talked about his mother
Grace, a very strong willed woman, dressing little Ernest in dresses
like his sister Marcelline and taking him out in public.  Debbie of
course didn't suggest that I do this to Jamie.  She just gave me the
book and I continued reading,

    "In the early weeks of his life, Ernest's principle costume was a
baby dress that had been "His mama"s. At five months, he was often seen
in a white lacy dress with pink bows and light blue shoes that
Marcelline wore in her year old photograph".  I continued to read how
Grace put Ernest and Marcelline in look-alike outfits consisting of
bonnets, ruffled skirts, pink gingham gowns, fluffy lace- tucked
dresses, black patent-leather Mary Janes, high stockings, and picture
hats with flowers on them.  In an early picture of Ernest, Grace wrote
at the bottom, "Summer Girl" and it seemed that when Ernest was three
and one half and Marcelline was four and three quarters, they were
always dressed alike, like two little girls.  Now I don't know exactly
what was happening to me as I read these things but I do know that my
mind was racing a mile a minute.  Would it be possible that I could
fulfill my dreams of having a daughter afterall?  I called my sister and
said, "Deb, do you know what Ernest Hemingway's mother did to him?
Debbie simply smiled at me and said, "Yes, hon, that's why I got you the
book".  I was flabbergasted.  I said, But, Debbie, she made her son into
a little girl!"  Debbie replied, "Well, isn't that what you would really
like to do to Jamie?", and she left the room leaving me to my own
thoughts.  That night at supper, Debbie and I had a serious "sister to
sister" conversation.  I said, "But if I do this, what will everyone
say"?  Debbie was calm and very straight forward about it and said, "Why
should you care about what other's say?  He is your child. The important
thing is that you love him and show him the affection that too many
children simply aren't getting in this world today.  And if you feel
that you will be able to love him more as a little girl, I am totally
behind you Sis."  We hugged one another as we both knew that that was
exactly what I wanted to do and from that moment on Jamie's destiny took
a radical turn, from one that would be filled with toy soldiers,
baseball gloves, and fishing poles to the softer, more gentle world that
was to be his, a world of ruffles and lace, dolls and dresses, in short,
the sweeter world of women and girls that Debbie and I have so enjoyed,
and now desired for our children.


                  Chapter 2  "Jamie the Schoolgirl!"


When Jamie woke up from his nap, it was almost as if I was holding a new
child in my arms.  I had settled in my mind that if Grace Hemingway
could change Ernest into a girl, I could give my child the same
opportunity to grow up in a more gentle setting.  I slowly rocked him in
my arms whispering to him, "Oh darling, you are so fortunate.  You are
going to be mommy's little girl now and we are going to have such fun as
mother and daughter". I saw his little face break out in a big smile
almost as if he knew that he was going to be spared the rough and tumble
world of little boys and instead be dressed prettily and be mommy's
little helper around the house.  I know that I was probably imagining it
but I could almost sense a peace come over him as I whispered to him
about how I couldn't wait until he grows up to put him in frilly dresses
and tie pretty ribbons in his hair.

Well, Jamie was a very healthy baby and did grow very quickly.  Before
we knew it, we were celebrating Stephanie's and Jamie's birthday.
Stephie was three and Jamie one, and we invited several of our female
friends and their daughters to the party.  Debbie and I dressed Stephie
and Jamie in identical pink party dresses with the most darling
petticoats that made their little skirts flair out from their bodies.
Stephanie was such a big sister to Jamie and was very protective of him.
She fussed over him, shared her dolls with him and the two got along so
very well.  Some of our closer friends knew that Jamie was a boy and far
from being critical, complimented us on our successful feminization
project.  One mom whose four year old son was the only boy at the party
besides Jamie, confided in us that as soon as her divorce became final,
her child would no longer be seen in pants.  Melissa brushed back the
bangs on her sons's hair and Deb and I smiled as we knew that little
Harold was going to become Mary within six months.  Melissa thanked us
for giving her the inspiration to make Harold the child she always
wanted him to be.

Deb, who always had a mischievous spirit said, "Melissa, if Harold is
going to eventually be Mary, why not give the rest of us a chance to see
what he will look like when the change takes place"? The room suddenly
became silent, and all eyes turned to little Harold, who was unaware of
his mother's plans to change his gender within the year.  Mary Ann, a
close friend of Melissa's said, "Great idea, Deb!  Melissa, let's dress
Harold up so he doesn't feel out of place being the only boy here!"
Harold, already uncomfortable at seeing no other boys at the party,
began to back up and clutched the little racing car that he held in his
hand very tightly.  But alas, there was no place to run.  He was
surrounded by women and girls and sensing what was going to take place,
he began to cry.

But Mary Ann swept him up into her arms, held him close, and said,
"Honey, there is no reason to be afraid.  No one is going to harm you.
We just want to see how cute you will be as a little girl!"  His mother
came over and gently took the racing car out of his hand saying, "Dear,
we might as well get rid of this.  I don't think you will be playing
with toys like this much longer", and she kissed him on the forehead.
Mary Ann wiped his eyes and then carried him into the bedroom where she
and two other women helped Harold out of his boyish pants, shirt and
underwear.  Soon all the women and even a couple of the teen age girls
came in to see what was going to happen to the only boy at the party.  I
scooped Jamie up in my arms, and while he was too young to appreciate
what was going on, I thought to myself, "I'm glad that I put you in
little dresses and skirts early, son.  It will be so much easier for you
to be a girl as you have never been taken out of dresses like poor
little Harold.

Mary Ann, who seemed to be enjoying all this, stooped down and helped
Harold slip into a pair of Stephanie's light blue nylon panties that Deb
brought out.  Harold squirmed a little as all the ladies and girls
smiled approvingly.  Then she slipped a full, very dainty light blue
petticoat over his head and let it fall gently to his knees.  Putting
her hands on Harold's silky waist, she then spun him around and the
skirt of his petticoat went flying and all the ladies giggled to see the
swirl of his skirt.  At that moment Harold tried to run, but looked
silly running like a boy when he was so prettily attired.  His mother
actually got angry and said sternly, "Get back here this instant Mary,
and let Mary Ann finish dressing you".  Harold had never heard his
mother so cross and obediently returned, so that Mary Ann could slip the
light blue party dress over his head.  As he felt Mary Ann buttoning up
the back of his dress, he thought, "Oh my goodness, Mother just called
me Mary.  What are they doing to me."  He looked around and saw everyone
in dresses and thought "They are making me a girl!".  Mary Ann tied the
sash in the back of his dress and one by one all the women and girls
came up and gave him a little hug.  The last was his mother who with
tears of joy in her eyes said, "Oh Mary, you don't know how long I have
waited for this.  My precious little daughter".  Harold, feeling very
confused and yet loving the attention he was receiving, managed to let a
little smile escape from his lips, not realizing yet, how his life would
be forever changed.

The party was very successful and Stephanie and Jamie were showered with
clothes and toys appropriate for girls their age.  The months seemed to
pass quickly and Deb and I heard that little Harold was a full time girl
now and we were happy that his first outing in skirts, so to speak,
occurred at the birthday party of our children.  While reading the
papers and seeing the increasing incidences of juvenile misbehavior, we
have become more and more convinced that if more boys were treated like
Harold and our precious Jamie, we would perhaps have a gentler society.
Jamie is such a sweet child and is such a big help around the house now.
It is hard to believe that he will be starting kindergarten in the Fall.
I am not ready to lose my little girl and I have enrolled him as a girl
in a very exclusive private school where the teachers know of his
special situation.  Stephie is already in the second grade there and
welcomes her little "sister" going to the same school.  And Harold who
made the adjustment of becoming Mary very successfully, is in the third
grade.

As the first day of classes approached, I was a nervous wreck. I wanted
him to look so perfect for school.  Deb and I had gone shopping that
weekend and visited the most exclusive girl's shops in Chicago to
purchase school clothes for my "daughter".  I dressed Jamie in a little
yellow sun dress and white sandals and he was so patient trying on dress
after dress in the shops.  He is remarkably girlish as nature had been
very kind to him, providing him with very delicate facial features and a
small frame.  This reinforced my feelings that what I had done was right
for he would make a terrible boy...He would have been called a sissy for
sure and it is much better his simply being a little girl.  That way he
can be mommy's little sissy and no one will make fun of him because he
wears pretty dresses all the time.  And I must admit, I love him in his
pretty clothes.  He is such a wonderful daughter to me.

Well, the big day finally arrived and Jamie was ready to begin his first
day of school as a girl.  I knocked on his door and called, "Wake up
Missy, it's time to get dressed".  My little sweetheart jumped out of
bed and looked so precious in his little girl's nightie as he rubbed the
sleep out of his eyes.  After a quick shower I handed him a fluffy pink
towel and he dried himself off.  I brushed some scented dusting powder
over his body and then handed him his little panties that he slipped
into very quickly.  I could hardly hold back my tears as I saw my son in
the pretty light pink undies that most boys never get to enjoy.  I just
know that he loved wearing them.  Then I pulled a lacy pink slip over
his head and let it fall gently to his knees.  Jamie took a sideward
glance at him self in the mirror and then embarrassed, he quickly turned
away.  I said, Oh honey, it's just fine to admire your self now.  Girls
spend more time looking in the mirror than boys and you are mommy's girl
now "

Finally it was time for his dress.  I can't tell you how I have looked
forward to this moment.  I walked to his closet and ran my fingers
delicately across his many pretty dresses until I came to the most
darling outfit that we picked out at the store. Jamie was going to be
"pretty in pink" and I took his dress off the hanger and walked toward
him.  "Look darling what you are going to be wearing today".  Jamie
smiled just like a girl and he raised his hands in the air as I slipped
his dress over him. Oh it fell just right and the skirt came to about
four inches above his knees.  "Turn around sweetheart and let mommy tie
your sash", I said.  Jamie spun around and I just wanted to hug him to
death...he was so cute.  I quickly put his white lace -trimmed socks on
and then his pretty mary janes with the little bows.  Finally I tied a
pink silk ribbon in his hair, handed him a little clutch purse and my
darling son was ready to board the school bus.

Jamie made friends very easily with the little girls in his class and
was always in demand for the little girl birthday and slumber parties
that were so popular in our neighborhood.  I adored dressing him up in
the prettiest frocks and brushing his long hair that now fell down
almost to his waist.  On Saturday mornings when there was no school, we
would sit for what seemed like hours just brushing and fussing with each
other's hair.  Jamie loves bubble baths, perfume and hair ribbons and
all the things that a girl his age adores.  He likes going shopping with
me and we always end up bringing one or two new dresses home for his
well supplied closet.  I must say that my "daughter is becoming a
clothes horse while still in grade school.  What will I ever do when he
is a teenager? I take him to the beauty salon with me and my hairdresser
friend who knows Jamie is a boy, always reinforces his femininity by
giving him such a girlish cut and style.  I am pleased to say that he
seems to like his long hair and I have seem him fully attired in a
frilly dress, standing before the mirror admiring how pretty he really
is.

I do need to tell you of one unpleasant incident that occurred lest you
think that our life is totally without problems.  Jamie's father who
abandoned us when I was seven months pregnant somehow heard about
Jamie's becoming a girl and he was furious.  I have full custody and he
hasn't been in contact with us for years, but when Jamie was eight and
in the fourth grade, I got a very nasty letter.  John said that it was
outrageous that I changed his son into a "girl" and that he was going to
get a court order and seek custody.  I was not going to take any grief
from this man who abandoned us and I wrote back to him saying, "John,
you might as well know this.  Jamie is not your son anymore.  He is not
your son first of all because you abandoned him and have made no contact
with him for seven years and secondly he is not your son because he is
now and always will be a girl!  I have an excellent attorney and if you
try to interfer in any way, I will sue you for back child support and
you will have to pay dearly.  So stay out of my life and out of my
daughter's."Apparently this scared him off so Jamie and I are safe from
any meddling in our lives, at least for the time
being.

I enrolled Jamie in ballet class when he was eight and he took to it
like a duck to water, if you'll excuse the expression.  He loves dancing
and Deb, my sister, and Stephanie my niece, who is now ten, and I
attended his recital.  He was wearing a pretty short white dress with a
full skirt and danced so prettily in the school's rendition of Swan
Lake.  I was so very proud of my son.  During the recital there was a
representative from Sears there looking for possible child catalogue
models.  He contacted me through the school and after some negotiations,
Jamie became a child model, modelling girl's wear for Sears.  If you
turn to the "Girl's Section" you will see him wearing a floral print
Easter dress and holding a little white purse.  He loves his modeling
job, even though he is only eight and has made friends with all the
girls there.  At home Jamie is the daughter that every mother dreams of.
He is polite, courteous, loves to help me cook and bake cookies, keeps
his room neat, and takes such special care of his pretty clothes.  I
can't believe how neat he keeps his room.

This summer, Debbie and Stephanie, Jamie and I, are going to fly to
Great Britain to tour England and Scotland.  It will be fun travelling
together as Debbie and I want our daughters to receive the very best
education possible.  As I reflect on raising my son as a girl, I do not
have any regrets.  First and foremost, he is a truly a beautiful child
and has a temperment that is so suited to that of a girl.  I have seen
boys who are of a slight build and who are inclined to be girlish in
their mannerisms, so mercilessly teased by the bully boys whose size was
inherited by their lumberjack and football player fathers.  They think
that because they are big, they can terrorize the smaller,  more
delicate boys.  And of course many smaller boys live their lives in fear
of the bullies.  But my Jamie will never have to do that for girls are
not expected to be tough or fight.  Instead of being called names and
feeling inadequate because of his size, Jamie can slip into a pretty
dress, brush out his long hair and be the lovely girl he was meant to be
without be harrassed by mean and nasty boys.  And I as his mother, will
help him to be a lovely young lady.   Jamie is going to grow up to be a
young woman and we as mother and daughter will always be the best of
friends.


Chapter 3  "Jamie goes to England!"


The summer came quickly and mid July found Debbie and I packing
frantically for our European trip.  The girls were so excited about
their first airplane ride.  Stephanie and Jamie each had their little
beige suitcases packed with dresses, shorts, tops, sweaters , rompers,
skirts, slips and panties.  Mixed in with the clothes were books such as
Ann of Green Gables, Heidi and Pippi Longstocking as well as some of
Jamie's favorite barbies.  Debbie and I dressed them in cute sundresses
for travelling and we took a taxi to the airport. The girls must have
looked  precious because it seemed that everyone was smiling at them.
On the plane the flight attendants were very helpful and we were all
thrilled that the movie was "Little Women".  My Jamie is definitely all
girl but I feel that extra reinforcement is always useful in helping him
think and feel like a girl. I want him to be so thoroughly girlish when
those nasty hormones kick in in a few years, so that he will in no way
entertain any foolish boyish thoughts.

We were met at Heathrow Airport in London by a close friend of my mom's
with whom she went to school years ago.  Mrs. Jones lived in
Southhampton and we all piled into the car for the drive there.  She was
exceptionally friendly but Deb and I both noticed that she seemed to
take an extraordinary interest in Jamie during the whole drive to her
home.  She asked him about school, complimented him repeatedly on his
dress, asked him what he liked doing the best and on and on and on.
When we arrived at her very spacious home, we were met by a servant at
the door and ushered into the most beautiful home we had ever seen.  We
had heard that mom's friend lived well but we were not aware that she
had married into nobility that made her one of the wealthiest women in
Southhampton.  After tea, we were ushered to our rooms.  Debbie and I
would each have our separate room, lavishly decorated, and Jamie and
Stephanie would share a room together, not that they had to, for there
were many rooms, but because Mrs. Jones thought the girls would feel
more at ease together.

The jet lag apparently took its toll and the four of us slept until
10:00 AM the next day.  Mrs. Jones' servants had prepared a brunch for
us that consisted of breakfast foods, fruits, soups, sandwichs and
anything that you could possible have desired after a refreshing sleep.
Debbie, Stephanie, Jamie and I came to brunch casually dressed waiting
to hear what our itinerary would be for the day's touring which had been
so graciously arranged by mother's good friend.  While we were eating
and chatting pleasantly, the morning calm was broken by the unmistakable
sound of breaking glass.  Startled, we all jumped to see a soccer ball
come rolling right into the dining area from the living room where it
had crashed through the window from the outside.  Mrs. Jones was beside
herself with anger.  "He has done it again", she said, "and after I have
told him a thousand times to not play ball in the front yard".  Soon
afterwards a cute little boy came in saying in the highest little voice
I have ever heard for a boy, I'm sorry Grandma Jones, it won't happen
again".

Such was our abrupt introduction to Andrew Jones, the ten year old
grandson of mom's friend who was staying with her for the summer while
his parents were visiting friends in Australia.  Mrs. Jones stood there
with her hands on her hips, shaking her head and saying, Andrew, this is
positively the last straw and you know what I told you would happen if
you were a naughty boy again!"  "No, no grandma", shouted Andrew, "I'll
be good!  I'll be good"! "Oh yes you will dear.  You will be very good
when I am through with you". Meanwhile my sister Debbie, Jamie,
Stephanie and I were sitting there watching this fascinating drama
develop, wondering "What is going to happen to little Andrew"?  Later
that afternoon we dressed the girls in  summer dresses and we all piled
into a limousine as Mrs. Jones directed her chauffeur to drive us to
London and  Buckingham Palace where she had arranged a private tour for
us.  It was there, walking through the corridors of the royal family
home, that Mrs. Jones explained to Debbie and me her remarkable plan for
her grandson.

Girls", she said, "I have been so worried about Andrew.  He is so rowdy
and his parents can hardly control him anymore.  You saw how he kicked
the ball through the window.  His mother and father said, "We are going
to send him to a private military school unless you can do something
with him this summer. Well, I have thought more and more about a idea
that I have had for some time now.  May I ask you a question"?
"Certainly", Mrs.  Jones, I replied.  "Your dear mother told me last
month that your daughter Jamie is not really a girl. Is that true dear?"
I felt my face reddening and heard Debbie cough nervously as Mrs. Jones
told us that she knew what we always though was a secret concealed from
all but family members and very close friends.   But then, I guess  Mrs.
Jones was a close friend of mom. She sensed our uneasiness and put her
arms around my shoulder and said, "Oh, please don't be upset dear, many
mothers make their sons into daughters over here. I think that it is
wonderful that you are allowing your son to experience the joys of being
a little girl. He is extremely pretty, as I'm sure you have been told
many times".

I immediately breathed easier and listened closely as Mrs. Jones
continued. She said, "I have been in touch with my good friend Dr. Emily
Williams who has been involved with changing little boys into girls.
Then she totally shocked us saying, "I called Andrew's parents last
night and they agreed that it would be alright to begin proceedings to
make Andrew a little girl like your Jamie.  I have threatened him with
this before if he did not behave more appropriately and the breaking of
the window has convinced me that the time is right to put Andrew in
dresses".  "Could this be happening again?", I wondered.  We had seen
Harold sissified and sent to school as a girl.  My own son of course,
has been in skirts since infancy and now we have travelled three
thousand miles and are running into a possible boy to girl
transformation again.  I looked at Andrew skampering about with the
girls up ahead and mentally saw him in a dress like my son and niece.
Strangely enough it was not an unpleasant picture at all but one that
seemed quite right for this little boy with the very high voice.  I
thought, "Andrew dear, I hope you are enjoying being with the girls.
You are soon going to be one!"

Mrs. Jones was pleased with our agreement with her plans for Andrew and
she asked for our help.  "Oh Susan", she said, "The timing of your visit
is so fitting.  You know exactly what needs to be done to properly
feminize a boy. Jamie is so wonderfully girlish".  I thought, "Mrs.
Jones, you just don't realize that Jamie was in dresses right from the
beginning.  Andrew is a ten year old boy who likes to play soccer, rough
house with the boys and may very well be a problem".  I began to express
my thoughts on this but was dismissed with a friendly, "Nonsense dear,
he'll do exactly as I say".  I thought, "Well, I hope you are right, or
this could be a very difficult time for all of us".  We returned to
Southhampton from our lovely palace tour in the early evening and were
served tea by the servants.  I kept trying to size Andrew up on the way
back wondering how he was going to take his planned feminization. Debbie
and I told Jamie and Stephanie what was going to happen and both laughed
mischievously and said they would help.  Both girls liked Andrew and
said that he would make a nice new sister for them.

After tea, Andrew started out the door to meet with his boy friends when
Amanda, Mrs. Jones French maid stopped him in his tracks.  He tried to
pull away but she held him firmly and brought him back to the center of
the room. She forced him to sit down in an elegant rose colored chair
and Mrs. Jones began to explain to him precisely what was going to
happen.  Debbie, Stephie, Jamie and I sat fascinated as we watched the
early stages of Andrew's feminization.  Mrs. Jones said sweetly,
"Andrew, you are ten years old now. Soon you will be going through
puberty when boys experience a change in their bodies including a change
in their voices. They start to grow more hair and they become all too
aggressive.  Your parents and I think you are already too aggressive as
it is dear, and we have decided that from now on, you are going to be
Andrea!!  "Andrea!", shouted Andrew!
 My name is Andrew, not Andrea. Andrea is a sissy girl's name.  My eight
year old Jamie, clutched the sides of his dress and moved closer to me, a
little startled by Andrew's outburst, and I put my arms around my son,
whispering, "It's ok, honey. Mrs. Jones knows what is best for him".  Mrs.
Jones looked Andrew right in the eye and said to him, "Yes, it is a sissy
girl's name and as of right now, it is your new name dear, and you are
going to be my new grand daughter".

"Amanda dear, would you come and remove Andrew's clothes please".  The
very pretty maid, attired in a traditional black maid's uniform with a
short skirt, white apron and high heels minced toward Andrew and begain
to forcefully remove his shirt and pants.  As Andrew struggled, one of
the pretty maids in training, a teen age girl with long blonde hair
entered the room and also held the struggling boy. As he continued to
squirm, Amanda was forced to give him a little spanking, saying ,"Now be
a good girl Missy, or Amanda is going to get very angry with her little
girl".  He cried out but soon saw that it was useless as the two women
completely overpowered him. Soon he was standing in front of us without
his clothes and gladly reached for the soft lavender towel that Mrs.
Jones handed to him.  Debbie and I felt a strange stirring within us as
we watched what was happening, and later acknowleged to one another that
we secretly enjoyed seeing little boys feminized. The thought of this
rather aggressive child being turned into a very pretty girl made us
feel better.  The teen age girl maid whose name we learned was Marie
left the room momentarily and returned with a handful of silky garments
that were soon to clothe the naked body of a ten year old boy. Mrs.
Jones took the towel from Andrew and before we knew it the boy was
standing before us clad in the prettiest white satin panties we had ever
seen.  Andrew's little mouth was wide open in surprise and as he stood
there not knowing how to feel in his very dainty attire. He
subconsciously fingered the delicate lace, edging his panties, and
before he could mutter a word, Marie had his arms through a matching
white satin training bra, fastening it with the quick and skillful hands
of a trained personal lady's maid.

"Stand up Andrea", said Mrs. Jones.  "Stand up and show the girls how
cute you look".  But Andrew was still not ready to be Andrea and he
uttered a very nasty word.  Mrs. Jones was furious and said, "You will
be punished for that young lady" This afternoon your closest boy friends
on your soccer team will meet the new sissy girl in our home.  Andrew
began to say something but the words froze on his lips as Marie slipped
an exquisite lace trimmed white satin slip over his head and pulled it
down to a few inches above Andrew's knees.  With a flirtacious smile she
flounced the skirt of his pretty slip and gave him a little kiss on the
cheek.  Debbie and I gave each other a knowing smile as we thought, "Oh,
he does look pretty".  The best was yet to come though, and Amanda came
out of the bedroom with what had to be the prettiest white lace dress
that I have ever seen.  I thought, "I really need to buy dresses like
that for my son".  Amanda walked right up to Andrew, held the dress up
to him and then placed it over his outstretched arms and let it fall
into place.  The dress had delicate embroidery on the bodice, a cute
lace collar, and a full skirt that rustled when he walked.  Mrs. Jones
had spared no expense in assuring that Andrew's first day as a girl
would be a memorable one.

At this point, Stephanie, sensing in her little girl's mind the anguish
that this boy must be going through went up and gave him a big hug.
While Marie was tieing the blue satin sash on his dress we were all
touched to hear Stephie say, "I'll be your best friend, Andrea".  Then
my Jamie went up to him and said, "It's ok, Andrea, I'm a boy too but
mommy made me girl and I like wearing dresses.  You will too in time".
As the girls chatted with their new "sister", Marie came in with a pair
of lacy socks and white Mary Janes shoes just like those worn by real
girls.  Mrs. Jones then came over and placed a long blonde wig on
Andrew's head that fell softly to his shoulders. Debbie sighed in
delight with this ultimate feminine touch that completely changed Andrew
into a very attractive young Miss.  Marie tied a white silk ribbon in
his hair and Amanda began to apply lipstick to his lips, telling him
that soon he would be given courses on make up, color coordination and
other things that a young girl his age should know.  Marie then handed
Andrew a little purse and he stood there looking so pretty, as if he had
been a little girl for all of his life.  Debbie and I thought, "Indeed
he should have been, as should so many delicate boys who are being
deprived of the girlhood they so rightly deserve".

Mrs. Jones was beaming at Andrew's successful transformation and
addressed her new granddaughter saying, "This may be difficult the first
few days, dear, but I think you are just going to do fine as a girl."
Andrew managed a weak smile, and while he was still in a state of shock,
did kind of like the feel of his pretty clothes. He nervously held the
sides of his dress and felt so very pretty and vulnerable. The feel of
his silk slip against his knees was such a new experience for him as he
walked back and forth across the room  getting used to being in dresses.
Mrs. Jones said, "Honey, make a curtsy to Amanda and Marie now for
helping you dress and become such a pretty young lady".  Andrew grasped
the sides of his skirt and placing his left foot behind the right, bent
his knee and spread his skirt in the sweetest little curtsy a boy ever
made.  All of us clapped and Mrs. Jones directed us into the dining room
where a big "coming out" party was about to begin for the newest girl in
the Jones' family.  Mrs. Jones said, "Now Andrew won't have to go away
to a military school.  His mother and father will be so proud of their
new daughter".

We heard the sounds of cars pulling up outside the Jone's residence and
saw several women and their daughters emerging from the vehicles and
walking towards the house.  Mrs. Jones had planned Andrew's
transformtion better than any of us had thought, and several young
ladies his age had come to welcome him to the world of little girls.
Carrying elaborately wrapped presents and dressed in the lovliest party
dresses that money could buy, girl after girl came up to Andrew, kissed
him and handed him a present.  Mrs. Jones greeted all the mothers who
congratulated her on making her grandson into such a lovely girl.  I
later learned that some of the girls who came were also boys who had
been changed into girls by their mothers, a practice that is apparently
more common in England than in our own country.  After eating cake and
ice cream, Andrew began opening his presents, pulling out delicate lacy
 slips, little girl jewelry, expensive perfumes, prettily dressed dresser
dolls, earrings, and a wide variety of gifts suitable for a young girl.

I could see that this was one boy who would not be kicking a soccer ball
around anymore.  His world would become an ultra feminine one and Mrs.
Jones, Amanda, and Marie were there to see that all boyishness would be
removed from him before his parents return from Australia.  Mrs. Jones
thanked Debbie and me profusely for being present at Andrea's coming out
party and she told us how she looked forward to our travelling together
for the next two weeks visiting quaint English towns, crusader castles,
and other wonderful points of interest with her prettily dressed grand
daughter at her side.  As for Debbie and me, we were amazed at how we
have been a part of the feminization of three boys now who have forever
left the rough and tumble world of men and boys and entered into the
softer, more sensitive world of the female gender which is of course by
far superior, as any thinking person readily knows.  I hugged my Jamie
and was glad that I made him a girl and I wished Mrs.  Jones the very
best of luck in bringing Andrea to his full potential as a young lady, a
role in which I just know he is going to delight in.  As we got ready to
return to America, I thought about her mention of Dr.  Williams and made
a mental note to check up on Andrea in a couple of months to see if they
decided to remove all elements of boyishness from him.  In all honesty,
I sometimes wish my Jamie lacked all traces of being a boy but as he is
still only eight, I have a couple of years to decide if I am going to do
anything about that.  I wish I could tell you more about Andrea and our
exploits in England and later in Scotland, but I must continue the story
of my own son's growing up to be a proper young lady, a story which took
some interesting turns when we returned to the United States.


Chapter #4    'The Wedding'


Two years have passed since our wonderful trip to the British Isles and
I am happy to report that Jamie has continued to develop into a very
lovely young lady.  Shortly before his tenth birthday, I received a
telephone call from my college room mate Rachel, informing me that she
was going to be getting married in June, and wanted me to be a
bridesmaid.  Rachel and I had stayed in touch over the years and she was
one of the few college friends that I had told about Jamie. She told me
that she had been thinking about the two of us and would like to include
him in the wedding party too.  I didn't know what to say but Rachel,
anticipating my hesitation, blurted out, "Jamie can be my flower girl!".
""Oh my", I thought, "How wonderful!"  I remembered being a flower girl
at my aunt's wedding many years ago and how much fun it was.  Now my son
would have the chance to experience the same joy as I did.

I hung up the phone and looked out the window to see Jamie on our
backyard swing, swinging higher than he was allowed.  His little skirts
were flying in the breeze and I thought, "I must tell him again that a
young lady holds her skirts down. What am I going to do with this boy"!
I called him in , gave him a mild scolding for being so unladylike, and
broke the exciting news to him that he was going to be a flower girl in
my friend Rachel's wedding.  I expected him to be as happy as I was but
Jamie has been a little difficult lately.  I blame it on the new family
that moved in across the street with their two boys who are about
Jamie's age.  They invite him to play baseball with them and I am afraid
that they are awakening some boyish desires deep within him that I don't
like at all.  So I think that being a flower girl is the best thing that
can happen to him at this time.  Maybe when he tries on his lovely gown
and rehearses with the bridesmaids and junior bridesmaids, he will
settle into being a normal girl once again.

The next morning we dressed in blue mother and daughter tea-length
dresses and drove to the bridal salon.  Jamie seemed very subdued and
not at all like the cheerful daughter that I have been raising.  I
brushed his bangs, adjusted his hair ribbon, and asked, "What's wrong
dear?"  Jamie looked up at me and said, "Mom, I'm almost ten years old
and I decided that I want to be a boy".  Well, I almost ran the car
right off the road.  "A boy!  Jamie, what are you saying?  You're not a
boy.  You are mommy's girl.  Look at you honey.  You have long hair and
you wear dresses.  You can't be a boy !"  I started to raise my voice
and the next thing I knew, he was crying.   Oh I was so afraid that this
would happen some day and now I had responded so harshly to my son.
What was I to do.  He is my daughter, my pride and joy.  I can't give
her up now.  But she is a he....Oh, get so confused.  I quickly put one
hand around him as I drove, and told him we would talk about it some
more.  Unconsciously I pulled his skirt over his knees, instinctively
treating him as the little girl into which I had changed him.

We arrived at the bridal shop where we were greeted by the owner and the
prospective bride, Rachel herself, who had come for a fitting.  Rachel
threw her arms around me and we hugged.  "Susan, it has been so long",
she said.  Then stepping back, she looked at Jamie and said, "And this
must be the sweet little child that I have heard so much about".
Noticing Jamie's tear stained cheeks she said, "Honey, have you been
crying"?  I quickly explained that Jamie was going through one of his
rebellious stages, trying to act like a boy.  Rachel smiled and said,
"Oh Jamie hon, you don't want to be a boy.  You are going to be in my
wedding and I want you to be the prettiest of all my attendants".  She
held Jamie close and taking him by the hand, led him over to the clothes
rack where his flower girl dress was hanging.  Removing it from the
rack, I saw that it was absolutely beautiful and I couldn't wait to see
my son in it.  Rachel held it up to Jamie, and I saw a little smile
break out on his face.  Oh, I was so relieved.  He likes his dress.
Maybe the excitement of being in the wedding will dissipate those silly
boyish thoughts that rise up and make me fearful that I am going to lose
my little girl.

Rachel gave Jamie a hug, took his hand and let him off to one of the
dressing rooms.  There she lovingly helped Jamie take off his daytime
dress and slip and gently lowered a pink full-skirted petticoat over his
head.  Jamie was almost in a trance like state as the lovely flower girl
dress was then put on him.  The dress was pink satin, long and totally
feminine.  Rachel said, "Let me take a second to brush your hair dear
and we'll go out and show mother what a darling flower girl you are".  I
was waiting patiently outside the dressing room and was melighted to see
my son emerge looking like the most beautiful little girl in the whole
world.

Being his mother I am a little prejudice, but I do declare that Jamie is
prettier than most girls I know.  He ran to me and we embraced and I
thought, "Oh, I am so lucky to have a son like Jamie.  He is really a
girl at heart and he is going to just adore being a flower girl".  My
bridesmaid dress was similar to Jamie's and we would truly be mother and
daughter for this wedding.  I tried my outfit on and Jamie commented on
how pretty I looked.  I love his interest in dresses and feminine things
and always welcome his comments.  Rachel told us that she was delighted
that we would be in her bridal party and that she looked forward to the
big day.  The bridal consultant, a lovely girl named Kristy, handed
Jamie a little bouquet of flowers and had him practice walking about the
salon.  He moved so     gracefully in his dress and I was so very proud
of him.  When all the fitting was done and everything was just so,
Kristy helped Jamie out of his dress and back into his daytime outfit.
I asked hopefully, "Do you like your gown dear"?  And my precious son,
the love of my life, made me so happy when he replied, Oh yes mother,
it's a very pretty dress".  I said,  "Well, let's be off then honey.
Rachel has many things to do yet before the wedding and we don't want to
delay her".  I kissed Rachel goodbye and she gave both Jamie and me a
sweet hug.  "See you soon girls", she said, as my daughter and I left
the shop thinking about the fun we are going to have at the wedding.

The day of the wedding was soon upon us and it had to be one of the
nicest days of the year.  I was awakened by the bright sun shining
through my window and I saw that there was not a cloud in the sky.  As I
set up in bed, my door burst open and Jamie, clad in a little
embroidered white satin nightie with a lace collar, came walking in with
a smile on his face.  "Good morning sweetheart", I said, and he jumped
on to my bed and gave me a big hug.  "Are you ready to be Rachel's
beautiful little flower girl today"?  "Oh yes mother", he replied, "I'm
going to look so pretty".  I felt a wave of relief hearing Jamie say
that as I was still a little shaken up after he talked about wanting to
be a little boy the day we went to the bridal salon.  But apparently
Rachel's reassuring words that she wanted him to be her prettiest
attendant together with the unquestionable joy of being able to wear the
prettiest dress that me has ever owned, convinced my son that being a
girl was best for him after all.  I said, "Yes, dear, you are going to
be absolutely darling in pink satin and everyone is going to think,
"What a perfectly lovely little girl".

I drew Jamie's scented bubble bath, helped him into the bath tub and
told him to be sure to get all clean for the wedding.  I heard him
singing in the tub and was so glad that my boy child has adjusted so
well to his feminization.  Several different mothers have told me that
if they had to do it all over again, they would have changed their
unruly little boys into girls.  Jamie was the perfect little sissy, the
most delightful son that a mother could ever want.  I had his under
garments ready for him when he emerged from the tub and soon my child
was arrayed in pale pink satin panties with a little bow on each side.
The panties were trimmed with delicate lace and I could see that Jamie
was feeling so girlish in them.  He held out his arms and I slipped his
matching pink satin bra on him and fastened it in the back.  I said,
"Honey bun, lets put your robe on now while mommy makes your nails all
pretty."

I have always thought that wearing nail polish was especially important
for boys being changed into girls as they are always so busy with their
hands. It is difficult to think of one's self as a little boy when one's
nails are pink and pretty.  Jamie snuggled up close to me on the bed and
dutifully put out his little hands as I applied a coat of light pink to
his already manicured nails.  I did his toes too and  thought about how
pretty they would look through his stockings if he took his heels off at
the reception.  It was then time for his makeup and I applied it
lovingly to my son.  "Purse your lips dear", I said, as I applied a
pretty shade of lipstick to his lips.  I know that he is only ten, but
this is a special occasion and I wanted him to experience a little of
what it is like to be a more grown up girl.  You see I cannot bear the
thought of letting Jamie revert back to being a boy just because he is
approaching puberty.  He has been my sweet daughter all of his life and
I am determined that he will go into his teen age years in skirts and
dresses, the attire to which he has become accustomed.  After applying
his makeup, I gently placed two very lovely pearl earrings in his
pierced ears and began the pleasant task of brushing my son's waist
length hair.  This was a family ritual for us and mother and daughter
talk always flowed freely as we did each other's hair.  Jamie tilted his
head to the side and looked into the mirror as the brushing brought out
the shine and highlights in his lovely golden blonde hair, hair that
most girls would give anything to have.  After about one hundred
strokes, I slipped off his quilted robe and put his full pink petticoat
over his head.  It was truly a pretty garment and it would make his
dress flair out nicely as he walked down the aisle.  Jamie, like the
sissy girl that he was, spun around in front of the mirror and there was
a swirl of skirts and flying hair.  I said, "Silly girl, come here and
let mommy put your dress on.  We don't have that much time before we
have to go to the Church".  I got him into his lovely flower girl dress
and sat back and sighed.

"My goodness", I thought, "He is an absolute living doll.  What a
travesty it would have been to raise such a child as a boy.  He is far
too pretty to be anything but a mommy's girl".  I helped my ten year old
with his very grown up sheer pantyhose and my sweetie said, "Look mommy,
you can see my pink toe nails through my stockings". I said, "Yes honey,
they look so pretty".  I slipped his adorable white shoes with the
little heels on to his feet, tied two pink satin bows in his hair,
handed him his pink beaded purse and told him to be careful not to
wrinkle his dress while I got ready myself.  I dressed quickly and soon
mother and daughter were ready for the car that was picking us up for
the ride to the Church.  We heard a horn honk amnd so holding hands,
Jamie and I walked out to the car.

I had told my son to be sure to take dainty steps as he was still not
that used to walking in heels.  Granted they were not very high, but he
was still new at it and it would be quite a few years before he was
regularly wearing heels that were three or four inches high.  The
thought of my child as a young woman in a short pleated skirt and
stylish silk blouse clicking along the sidewalk in high heeled pumps
secretly delighted me, and reminded me of how glad I am to be a woman.
I have always adored pretty clothes and think that women and girls are
so fortunate in that they have such a variety of choices when it comes
to shoes and clothing.  Two of the bridesmaids were already in the back
seat of the car and we were going to have to squeeze in together.
Apparently there was some miscommunication along the way as we should
have had another vehicle to avoid wrinkling our clothes.  I thought, "I
hope someone had the foresight to bring a travel iron to the church in
case we have to touch up our dresses".  I said, "Jamie dear, you are
going to have to sit on Jennifer's lap".  My son squeezed into the car
and Jennifer was so sweet to hold Jamie for the twenty minute ride to
the church.  She whispered in his ear that he was a very cute little
girl, that he looked pretty in his pink dress and I could see that Jamie
liked her immediately. I want my son to identify with lovely girls like
Jennifer as I think having pretty and well spoken female role models is
very important for a boy learning to be a proper young lady.

Entering the church we were ushered into the room reserved for the bride
and her attendants.  There standing in her bridal attire was Rachel, who
lookmed absolutely dazzling in her breath-taking wedding dress.  Rachel,
who was exceptionally attractive and being married for the first time,
chose a white satin gown with embroidered Alencon lace. The scoop neck
was edged with pearls and crystals and she was very beautiful.  When she
saw Jamie and me she immediately came over and personally thanked us for
being a part of her wedding.  Addressing Jamie, she said, "Sweetie, you
can't imagine how happy I am to have you as my flower girl.  You are so
precious sweetheart and I am so proud of you".  Well, Jamie just beamed
and in a demure little voice said, "Thank you Rachel" and then he
twirled around just like a little girl.

Kirsten, one of the twelve year old junior bridesmaids came up to Jamie
and offered him some punch.  It was sweet of her to do but as she was
handing it to him, another girl walking by accidently brushed against
her, knocking her arm and caused her to spill a little punch on her
dress. As the ceremony was going to start in just twenty minutes she
became very upset and started to cry.  But something remarkable happened
that kind of took all of the adult girls by surprise.  My darling Jamie,
acting very mature for a ten year old, took the older girl by the hand,
led her to the ladies room and personally helped her wash the spot off
of her dress.  Jamie was so reassuring as he told her, "Don't worry
Kirsten, no one will even notice the spot" and he gave her a tissue from
his clutch purse to dry her eyes.  A bond of friendship was established
as a result of that incident which was to play a significant part in
Jamie's life when he entered college seven years later.  Kirsten and
Jamie were to become inseparable friends.  The organist began to play
the pre-service music and all of us gave Rachel a little kiss and said,
"This is it girl!  Are you ready for this"?  Rachel smiled sweetly and
said that it was the happiest day of her life.

As the processional began, my son preceded me down the aisle carrying a
little bouquet of flowers,and looking every bit the little lady that I
wanted him to be.  As I started down the aisle after him, tears filled
my eyes as I saw my beautiful child looking so radiant in his pre teen
girlhood.  He was truly a delicate child and he seemed so completely at
ease as a prettily dressed little girl.  I thought, "Susan, you are
fortunate in that you never had to assist Jamie through the awkward
tomboy stage.  Jamie never had one, and always preferred playing dress
up and having tea parties to climbing trees or rough housing with less
refined children".  The service went very well.  The minister spoke on
the importance of loving one another and urged the couple to remember
that life here on Earth is short and eternity long.  He quoted John 3:16
and in a very tactful way prompted all in attendance to reflect on their
own relationship with their Savior.  I want Jamie to realize that there
is a spiritual side to life too and that he must never ever forget that.
The service ended with the joyful couple kissing at the altar and
striding happily down the aisle to form the reception line.  Jamie stood
in front of me in the line and received so many compliments on how well
he did.  Only the bridal party and my closest friends knew that he was a
boy, although I doubt that many would believe it even if we told them
the truth.

Jamie looks like a girl, dresses like a girl, acts like a girl, and I
hope, thinks and feels like one too.  At the reception my son danced and
twirled around with the junior bridesmaids and other little girls on the
dance floor and all seemed to have a lot of fun.  That night as we sat
on the edge of the bed in our blue silk night gowns brushing one
another's hair, Jamie said, "Mom, I'm really glad that I'm a girl.  Do
you think I can always be your daughter"?  I smiled at my little doll
and said, "Yes honey, you will always be mommy's little girl".  And yet
I knew in my heart that puberty and the frightful things that it does to
boys was rapidly approaching.  I thought, "I have some decisions to make
in the next couple of years.  It would be unseemly to allow my lovely
child to leave the world of women and girls and enter a man's world.  I
must figure out a way to let Jamie continue to be a girl".  Jamie kissed
me goodnight, took his favorite doll in his arms, and climbed into bed
to dream the sweet dreams of a ten year old girl.  I remained awake
thinking for several minutes, reflecting on how happy Jamie is as a girl
and hoping that his future years will be filled with close girl friends
who will always love him as the girl that he is.  His world needs to be
one of lipstick and dresses, for he is my Jamie girl, the sweetest
little child a mother could have. I can't wait until he enters his first
beauty pageant,  tries out for the cheer leading squad, and shops for a
prom dress.  But that is yet to come!


Chapter #5 "Boarding School for Jamie"


As I sit at my keyboard on this lovely autumn evening, tears fill my eyes,
as I tell you that my little Jamie, now eleven years old, is off to
boarding school.  He has never been away from my side before and I miss my
sweet girl so much.  Our mother and daughter shopping trips, our
fun-filled cookie baking times, and our modeling dresses for one another,
were such important parts of our lives.  But Jamie is a big girl now, and
it is time for me to let him go.  He does write me the sweetest letters
and I am so happy that he and Stacy, his cute little roommate, are the
very best of friends. Jamie is a seventh grader at the Briarcliff School
for Girls where there are other boys who are being dressed and treated as
girls. I was so thrilled to meet their mothers at a pre registration tea
and to learn that I was not the only one who desired to raise a sweet,
gentle child. The day that we drove to the beautiful wooded campus, both
of us cried knowing that the separation was not going to be easy. I was
tempted to turn around and return home, but knew in my heart that this was
the best alternative for my son. I didn't want him to go to school with
boys and going here would further his education in a setting that was
decidedly feminine. The school has a total of about two hundred girls in
grades seven through twelve. As we pulled up to the administration
building we were met by the head mistress who greeted us warmly. Jamie
slid out of the front seat of the car in ladylike fashion and upon being
introduced, curtsied nicely to her. Headmistress Karen Chandler knew that
Jamie was a boy and as with all the boys enrolled at her school over the
years, she made a special effort to be certain that he would be treated no
differently than the other girls.  She put her arm around my eleven year
old and told him that his yellow dress looked very becoming with his long
blond hair.

 As we were chatting with the headmistress, we heard loud words coming
from a group of women standing around another car that had just arrived on
campus. A girl in a red velvet jumper dress who was apparently not very
happy about being here was saying, "I'm not coming here.  You can't make
me"! She was creating such a fuss that one of the women, who I learned was
her step mother, spoke very harshly to her. The girl stopped fussing and
began to cry as the lady said to her, "I'm sorry Julie, but you must learn
to be a good girl.  You will like school here once you settle in.  Now
stop being so difficult and you won't be scolded anymore". I didn't know
it then but it seems that Julie was a boy who was being forced to attend
this girl's school by his stepmother.  He had only recently begun wearing
dresses at her insistence and he obviously wasn't adjusted to being a girl
yet. Headmistress Chandler excused herself and walked over to offer her
assistance to Julie and his mother.  "Hi Julie!", said the headmistress,
trying to play down the incident.  "We are so glad to have you with us,
honey".  Headmistress Chandler gave a reassuring wink to Julie's mother,
and taking Julie by the hand, sat down with him on a nearby bench.  I
heard her say, "Julie hon, we all behave like ladies here.  Your mother
has enrolled you at Briarcliff to make a lovely girl out of you.  We do
not allow boyish behavior in this school. Do you understand, sweetheart?"

 Julie reached into his purse, took out a lace handkerchief and dried his
eyes.  He looked at Headmistress Chandler and said, "I'm sorry Ms.
Chandler." She then gave him a hug and he walked back to his mother who
embraced her repentant son.  I was so delighted to see the loving concern
that the headmistress and Julie's mother showed the boy. The poor dear had
not been wearing dresses very long and he was still adjusting to the role
that was so lovingly chosen for him. I often wondered if Jamie would have
rebelled like that if I had not been so careful to raise him as a young
lady from early childhood. I still have nightmares about the time when he
told me he wanted to be a boy again, but ever since his day as a flower
girl one year ago, he has been very girlish and feminine, showing no
desire to be a boy.  I hoped that young Julie would be so influenced by
all the girls on campus that he would feel comfortable leaving his boy's
world behind for good. The girls at this school are not allowed to wear
jeans or pants of any kind, for it is the administration's desire to
graduate young ladies who are graceful and totally feminine in their
behavior.  I went over and talked with Julie's stepmother, telling her not
to worry for I thought that Julie was a lovely girl and that she would
soon be so involved with living, studying and playing with girls that she
would forget that she was ever a boy.

 The sun was setting in the sky and it was time for me to say farewell to
my child.  Oh I love him so much!  I could see that while he was sorry to
be away from me, he was also as excited as a school girl can be at the
thought of this new adventure.  I hugged my honey to me, trying not to
wrinkle his dress, and told him that I would see him for the Thanksgiving
holidays. Walking away, I looked back over my shoulder and saw Jamie and
Julie heading toward the dorm where they would live on the same floor.  I
thought, "I hope that the real girls have a great influence on my son and
his new friend. I do so want Jamie to progress well in his feminine
training".  I cried some more driving back home and was glad that I had
taken so many pictures of my son in his pretty girl's clothes to remind me
that I have the loveliest little girl in the world.  I often sit and look
wistfully at our family album filled with the cutest pictures of my child
in his prettiest outfits.  One week after I returned home, I received a
delightful letter in the mail. It read,

 Dearest Mother,

 I miss you so much.  I am having a good time in school and like all the
other girls very much.  My roommate Stacy and I get along very well
together.  We wear the same size dresses and we share each other's
clothes.  Oh mother, Stacy is so sweet.  You will like her a lot. I hope
she can come to meet you at Thanksgiving. Mother, there are twin boys here
and they have to dress like little girls.  I will tell you more about it
when I see you.  I am so glad that I am a girl, mother, and that I am
going to school here.       Your daughter,
                                                           Jamie

 Well, I must tell you that Jamie kept a diary just like a girl while he
was at school and my sweetheart lets his mother read all his secrets.  If
I had let Jamie grow up as a boy, I know we would have never been so
close.  The things that I will now tell you come from Jamie's diary.
After I left the campus, Jamie was paired up with Stacy Summers, a very
pretty girl from California.  She was a mischievous thirteen year old who
was told by her parents that her roommate would be a pretty boy.  She
thought that was in her own words, "kewl" and promised that she would help
him to be a complete girl.  Upon meeting Jamie, she embraced him warmly
and told him that they were going to be the best of friends.  That evening
as they prepared for bed, Stacy pulled a peach colored nylon baby doll
night gown out of her drawer, handed it to Jamie, and said, "Put it on
Jamie.  My mom said I should share my clothes with you and this is the
prettiest nightie that I have".  Jamie took the silky garment from Stacy,
held it up to himself and both girls agreed that it was a very pretty
nightie.  He thought, "Oh, Stacy is so very sweet".  Stacy was wearing a
similar gown and the two climbed into their respective twin beds and
dreamed of the first day of school.

 The next morning the dorm was filled with the joyous laughter and shouts
of teen and pre teen age girls getting ready for class.  Jamie jumped out
of bed, washed up and dressed in the stylish white blouse and pleated navy
blue skirt that was the uniform that all Briarcliff girls wore.  He wore a
very lacy white nylon half slip, a pretty nylon bra with a tiny pink
ribbon in the center, and the sissiest of nylon panties under his outfit.
He felt very pretty in his school girl clothes. Stacy looked at him
approvingly and said, "Jamie, you really do make a nice girl.  I
understand why your mother raised you as a girl."  Jamie blushed and told
Stacy, "You look pretty too Stacy". With that, she grabbed a hold of
Jamie's hand and the two walked down the hall to the dining room where a
hot breakfast awaited them.  The dining hall was huge and accommodated all
the girls in the school.   Jamie had never seen so many girls in one place
before. They were all in pretty blouses and skirts, as was he, and he felt
very girlish and feminine being here with them.  Looking across the table
he saw the little boy named Julie who had resisted coming to school
yesterday.  But now Julie was a girl like all the rest and Jamie noticed
that his nails were painted a bright red.  Later he learned that all the
boys in attendance were compelled to wear nail polish. I was to learn that
while girls were expected to be feminine, the boys were required to be
ultra feminine. Headmistress Chandler did not want to disappoint even one
mother who paid the high tuition rate to be sure that her son would be
dressed and treated totally as a young lady.

 Jamie's first class was English, taught by a thirty year old young woman
who graduated summa cum laude from Radcliffe. She was the valedictorian of
her class and came to the Briarcliff School for Girls with very impressive
credentials.  Her name was Victoria White and she was informed that the
pretty blond girl entering her seventh grade English class was none other
than a boy named Jamie. Unknown to all but the headmistress, Victoria has
a special interest in boys being raised as girls for she had been involved
along with her three sisters, in dressing up their youngest brother many
years before. Her brother, being a very delicate child, wore dresses after
school every day through grade school, and when Victoria went off to
college, she missed having her own little "Barbie Doll" to dress up. It
was like losing a little sister, so now, many years later, she determined
that she would lavish her special attention on Jamie, just like the
attention she gave to her brother who so closely resembled this new "girl"
in her class. As she called the role all the girls answered, "Present Miss
White", and there was a spirit of excitement in the class on this first
day of school. Jamie felt very pretty in his pleated skirt and blouse with
his almost waist length hair falling gently over his shoulders.  After the
introductory class, Miss White said, "Jamie, may I see you for a moment,
dear?"  The other girls filed out of the room as Jamie waited to chat with
the teacher.

 "Honey", she said, "Headmistress Chandler told me that you are a boy and
I want you to know that I think that it is wonderful that your loving
mother saw fit to raise you as a young lady. My little brother made such a
cute girl that we put him in dresses too. But you, honey, are even
prettier than he was and I'm so happy that you are a little girl". Jamie
listened attentively as Miss White further explained, "Jamie, if you ever
have any problems, I want you to feel free to come to me honey, and I will
help. I know that I am your teacher but I want to be a big sister to you
too.  Now since you have a study period this hour, there is something I
want to do for you to get you started on your first day. Do you know what
that is, honey"?  "No, Miss White", said Jamie. "Well, honey, as you may
have heard, it is a school requirement that all boys wear nail polish to
help them adjust to being girls here so I would like to do your nails.
We can talk "girl talk" at the same time and get to know one another
better.". Without another word, Victoria reached into her desk drawer,
brought out some pink nail polish, took Jamie's hand in her well manicured
hand, and began to apply polish to his nails.  Looking into Jamie's eyes
she smiled and said, "Honey, isn't it just wonderful being a  girl"?
Jamie, blushed and feeling so delightfully girlish as Victoria finished
his nails said, "Oh yes, Miss White, I like being a girl".

 Jamie's first day of classes went remarkably well and he fit in
marvelously with all the other girls.  But I soon learned from Jamie's
diary that Ms. Chandler did not always immediately win over stubborn boys
who were sent to her school to be properly feminized.  I must tell you
about the Stapleton twins from Connecticut whose mother Cynthia was
determined to change them into young ladies. The boys were just short of
their eleventh birthday and they were simply unmanageable.  Although they
lived in a very expensive home and had all that money could buy, they were
sassy to their mother, impolite to the servants, and refused to apply
themselves diligently to their studies at the private school that they
attended.  Cynthia Stapleton heard about Ms. Chandler's school through a
mother she knew whose son was surgically transformed into a girl and sent
to the school several years before.  So after talking with Ms. Chandler by
telephone, she impulsively decided to tell the boys that they were going
to attend a new school in Wisconsin where they would learn better manners.
 The idea of going away to school sounded like fun to the twins and they
readily jumped into the car, although slightly puzzled that their mother
didn't pack any suitcases for them.  They looked forward to their new
adventure.  The only difficulty was that their mother didn't tell them
that they would be attending an all girl's school, as girls!

 The Stapletons arrived a day late and classes were in progress when their
white Lincoln Continental drove up to the administration building. Cynthia
and the boys got out and the boys immediately loved the tree-shaded campus
and open grassy areas, wondering if the students played football and
soccer in those areas. Robert Stapleton, the older by a few minutes and
the more aggressive of the twins ran over to a tree and started swinging
from a low hanging branch. His brother Stephen started throwing a ball
that he had in his pocket, high the air and catching it again.  Cynthia
was about to say something when all three heard the change of period bell
ring, and before they knew it the campus was full of laughing, giggling
girls going to their different classrooms. Several walked right by the
brothers, their little uniform skirts swinging in the light morning
breeze.  The twins watched all the activity with their mouths open and a
look of total shock on their faces. Frozen with fear they looked
pleadingly at their mother who simply smiled at them with a wry smile, her
hands resting on her hips. "Mom, what kind of school is this"? asked
Robert.  "Where are all the boys, mom"? begged Stephen. Mrs. Stapleton
just stood there and smiled as Headmistress Chandler came out of the
Administration Building to greet the new enrollees. Looking at Cynthia and
her perplexed sons, Karen Chandler walked right up to the newly arrived
family and said, "Good Morning, Mrs. Stapleton. Welcome to Briarcliff"!
Then looking directly at Robert and Stephen, she said to their complete
shock and amazement, "Good morning young ladies!  How are my new girls
this morning"?

 Young ladies? Girls?  Robert and Stephen looked at one another, their
eyes wide with fear, but before they even had a chance to think further
about what was happening, six female teachers attired in very smart skirts
and jackets appeared and surrounded the boys. Kathleen, a beautiful
physical education instructor with flowing long brown hair reached for
Robert's hand and said very matter of factly, "Come with me, Roberta. Ms.
Chandler wants me to show you where you will be staying". At the same
time, Paige, who taught Social Studies at the School, put her arm around
Stephen and laughingly said, "And you too Stephanie, follow me." We are
going to get you girls settled in so you can join the other girls for
classes right after lunch". Both boys, gradually realizing what their
mother was doing to them, screamed, "MOM, DON'T LET THEM TAKE US!" But
Cynthia was already light years away in her thoughts, thinking, "I just
know that my twins are going to be more manageable now. They will be
better behaved because they are going to become little girls". And leaving
the "girls" in the hands of women trained to deal with rebellious boys,
she said, "Good-bye my daughters.  See you soon". And she walked towards
her car. Headmistress Chandler walked with her and said, "Cynthia hon, you
made the right decision.  Don't you worry. The next time you see Roberta
and Steffie, they will be sweet well trained little girls of whom you will
be very proud"

 Robert was not going willingly with Kathleen, but he was only an eleven
year old boy and she was a twenty-two year old fitness instructor and
tennis player. She had a solid grip on his little wrist and told him quite
openly to stop fighting her or she would put him over her knee and spank
him right in front of all the girls on campus.  Briarcliff did not
tolerate badly behaved boys and they were dealt with very firmly.
Kathleen suddenly stopped and knelt down on one knee alongside Roberta and
said, "Honey, you might as well stop resisting. Your mother wants you to
be a girl now".  And reaching into her purse, she took out a pale blue
silk hair ribbon, and with a bobby pin, put it into the little boy's hair.
Adjusting the ribbon just so, she let the two little streamers fall down
the back of his head, thinking how pretty he is going to be after his hair
grows long like a girls.  Robert began to cry like the little girl he was
about to become, and Kathleen, used to such responses from newly feminized
boys, hugged him and said, "It's alright, dear.  By tomorrow you will be
just one of the girls and you will feel much better". And they walked into
the dormitory together.

 Meanwhile Paige was using a different approach with Stephen who was a
more sensitive child than his brother. As they walked to the dorm he would
be living in, Paige was explaining all the wonderful things about being a
girl to him. While Stephen was somewhat in a state of shock, he couldn't
help hearing Paige talk about the fun he would have in sewing class,
attending slumber parties and learning how to help his mother around the
house. Paige talked to him as if he were already a girl and it appeared to
be working because Stephen seemed to calm down considerably as they walked
to his dorm. Naturally Ms. Chandler felt it was wise to separate the boys
so they would not try to reinforce one another in resisting their mother's
desired transformation. Paige led Stephen into the room that he would be
sharing with a girl named Nancy. She showed him his bed with its very
lovely pink and white  bedspread with floral patterns.   The room's
curtains matched the color of the bedspread and had very pretty ruffles.
Paige proceeded to turn down the bed sheets to reveal sheets and pillow
cases of lovely pink satin. She then pointed out his desk and proceeded to
throw open the door of his walk in closet. Smiling she said, "Look,
Stephanie". When Stephen looked he saw several frilly dresses of various
styles hanging neatly in a row, pretty blouses, different kinds of skirts
including the school uniform, and four pair of girl's shoes, including two
pair with little heels.  Paige smiled at him and said, "These are the new
clothes that you mother purchased for you Steffie. Aren't they adorable"?
You mother spent a lot of money to be certain that you and your sister
would be properly attired". She reached over and kissed him on the cheek
saying, "Cheer up, sweetie. You'll make a great girl. Now take off all
your boy's clothes!"

 Across the courtyard Kathleen led little Roberta into his dorm and found
his roommate Teresa already in the room.  She had a slight stomach ache
and was excused from attending morning classes.  Seeing her new roommate
and knowing that he was a boy, she ran up to him and said, "Oh Robert, I
mean Roberta, I am so glad that we are roomies", and she gave him a kiss.
This was all happening way to fast for Robert. Earlier that week he was
"all boy" with the best baseball card collection in his Connecticut school
and now he was being called Roberta, and being kissed by a girl who was
going to be his roommate. Kathleen, looking at her watch said, "Roberta,
we don't have much time before lunch.  You have to get changed."  Robert
said, "What do you mean changed"?  Kathleen replied, "Silly girl, you need
to put on your uniform!" Well, Robert almost fainted on the spot.  But
Kathleen, realizing the shortage of time said, "Terri, will you get
Robert's uniform skirt and blouse out of the closet while I get him his
bra and panties?  His navy tights should be in one of these drawers too.
He is a boy, you know, and he may need a little help the first day".
Robert was totally dazed by what was happening to him but before he knew
it, Kathleen had him in his school girl uniform complete with delicate
lace-trimmed lingerie. Robert stood alongside Teresa looking at his
girlish appearance in the mirror and heard Teresa say, "You look cute
Roberta. We are going to have such fun as roommates."  Robert walked
around the room and felt so sissy in his pleated skirt and pretty blouse.
His tights made his legs feel very feminine and he wore little black
patent leather shoes with pretty bows and one and one half inch heels.
Kathleen smiled and said, "Come on girls, We are just going to make it to
lunch".

 Hearing Paige say, "Take off all your boy's clothes", left Stephen a
little numb, but he did what he was told.  Soon, like his brother, he was
a fully dressed schoolgirl in a stylish short pleated skirt and blouse. He
could feel the smooth silkiness of his slip and panties through his
clothes and it was not an unpleasant sensation for him.  He walked about
before the admiring eyes of Paige and felt rather free in moving about in
a skirt. He thought to himself, "Now I know what girls feel like in
dresses".  Paige reading his mind said, "You like wearing a skirt, don't
you Stephanie dear?' Stephen started to say something but Paige cut him
off saying, "Honey, you don't have to deny it. Lots of boys come here
trying to act strong and masculine when they are really very sweet girls
in their hearts. I think that's you, honey. So enjoy your pretty clothes,
Steffie, because your mother is making you and your twin, girls forever.
And she took Stephen by the hand and led him gently toward the dining
hall.

 It was twelve o'clock noon and the girls and faculty converged on the
dining hall to enjoy lunch.   Paige and Kathleen had pre arranged to have
the twins sit together and be introduced to the school as the newest
arrivals.  So as they walked in the door. Robert and Stephen, who had
played first base and shortstop on their former school's baseball team,
saw each dressed like girls for the first time.  Stephen looked at his
brother, saw his light blue hair ribbon, his blouse with the lace collar,
and his short pleated skirt and couldn't believe it was Robert. He noticed
that he was wearing little black patent leather heels with bows and his
legs were encased in girl's tights. He started to laugh when it dawned on
him that he was in a skirt and panties too. What had their mother done to
them?  They were boys, but they were now on a campus with two hundred
sissy girls and no one here was ever allowed to wear pants.  As the girls
ate lunch together they heard  Ms. Chandler announce a special meeting for
the special "girls" at school.  What more could possibly happen to them?
If they only knew, they may have run away.


Chapter #6 "Boyish Behavior Punished"!


 The four seventh grade boys enrolled by their mothers in the Briarcliff
School for Girls entered Ms. Chandler's office and curtsied to the
headmistress.  Karen Chandler was a very tall, beautiful woman and the new
"girls" were a little intimidated by her.  But she was smiling as she
said, "Sit down girls!".  Jamie sat down very gracefully, sweeping his
skirt under him as he had been taught from childhood.  Julie just plopped
down very awkwardly and Ms. Chandler shook her head from side to side
saying, "Oh Julie, I see that we are going to have to spend more time with
you.  Stand up honey, and sit back down again like a lady."  Julie stood
up and then sat down again, and this time arranging his skirt the way he
had seen Jamie do it.  Ms. Chandler said, "That's much better, Julie".
"Girls, I called you here to tell you that we are determined to make sure
that your mother's wishes are respected.  You are no longer to think of
yourselves as boys for as you can clearly see, this is a school for girls.
Jamie here will not be a problem as he has been a young lady since he was
a small child.  But the rest of you have some catching up to do and it is
important that you learn immediately that boyishness will not be tolerated
on this campus". She continued, "As for you twins, I am very disappointed
that you did not immediately recognize that your mother knows what is best
for you.  Two of my finest teachers told me that you boys almost had to be
dragged to your dorms after your mother left".  Steffie started to say
something but Ms. Chandler cut him off saying, "Be silent young lady. You
will talk when you are spoken to, and only then." She went on, "So I am
going to personally supervise your wardrobes until you are properly
assimilated as normal young school girls".  Roberta and Steffie looked at
each other wondering what could be coming next.  They were already doing
things that they would never have imagined in their wildest dreams a week
ago.  They answered to girl's names now. They were wearing skirts and
panties in a girl's school, forced to wear hair ribbons, and actually
making curtsies to the teachers.  What would their friends back in
Connecticut say if they could see them now? They would be laughed out of
town, but here, they were applauded when they appeared before the entire
student body dressed like sissies.  "And you Julie", Ms. Chandler said, "I
was disappointed that your mother had to scold you yesterday morning, but
I was also delighted that you responded to correction the way a Briarciff
girl should.  So we will not have to discipline you in the same manner as
the twins.  During this entire time Jamie sat with his legs together, his
skirt properly pulled down, and his hands folded prettily on his lap. He
was so relieved that the head mistress did not have anything negative to
say about him but home worried a little about what was going to happen to
the twins.

Ms. Chandler said, "I want you twins to remain after Julie and Jamie go to
class as you will not be starting classes today.  But I will deal with you
when Jamie and Julie leave.  Now girls, one of the reasons that I have
called you into my office is because I want you to be thinking about the
traditional Fall Harvest Costume Party that we will be having at the end
of the month.  It is the first major social event in our Briarcliff
calendar and one of the more popular festivals that we have.  After a
month of classes it gives the girls a chance to relax and just have a good
time.  Costumes are required, and as we have a wonderfully equipped
dramatic arts department at the school, there is an abundance of costumes
from which to choose.  Some of the more creative girls even make their
own, but that is not necessary as we have hundreds of costumes from almost
every Broadway musical that has been produced, as well as period costumes
that have been given to the school by different alumnae who have been
involved in show business.  I will expect you girls to choose appropriate
feminine costumes so that your dear mothers will not hear that you
attended a Briarcliff function in anything but the pretty girl's clothes
that they expect you to wear. So surprise me girls, and choose outfits
that will make me proud of my "special" little girls.  "Do you
understand"?  The four little ladies replied, "Yes, head mistress".  Then,
Julie and Jamie, you may leave and go to class.  "Thank you head
mistress", said the girls as they curtsied and left hand in hand to go to
their first afternoon class.

As the door closed Roberta and Steffie eased closer to one other on the
couch wondering what their punishment for misbehavior was going to be.
They really didn't think that they had been that bad, but apparently Ms.
Chandler wanted to make an example of them for any other boys that might
later be enrolled in the school.  She sat down again, looked the boys in
the eye and said, "I have some special outfits for youngsters like you who
think that they can come here and continue to be discourteous little boys.
 Take off your uniforms right now, girls"!  Roberta and Steffie were so
embarrassed, but were frightened enough to immediately comply.  They
unbuttoned their blouses and then after removing their skirts and lacy
slips they were standing in front of the headmistress in just their bras
and panties.  Ms. Chandler smiled at them saying, My, but you are cute
little twin girls. What a shame your mother ever permitted you to wear
anything but dresses. If you were my sons you would have been raised as
little girls".  She said, "Sit down girls and wait here until I return."
Then she left the room as Roberta and Steffie, the former star players of
their New Haven, Connecticut grade school baseball team, huddled together
in their sissy nylon bras and lace trimmed panties.

 "What should we do, Robert?", asked Stephen.  "Mom left us at this girl's
school and they are trying to change us into girls".  "Maybe we can run
away", replied Robert, "but we don't have any clothes except dresses".  "I
know", sighed Stephen.  It's like we don't really have a choice".  No
sooner were the words out of his mouth when in walked Ms. Chandler with
two large clothing bags, saying, "That's right girls, there are no choices
for the two of you.  Your dear mother empowered me to  properly modify
your unruly behavior and I, together with my staff am going to do just
that". As the girls looked on in amazement Ms. Chandler unzipped the bags
and brought out the cutest little girl dresses that were ever created.
Robert and Stephen took two steps backward as the headmistress approached
them with the dresses and held them up to each boy.  She said, "Aren't
they the most adorable dresses that you have ever seen, girls"?   Well,
the twins weren't used to offering an opinion on any kind of girl's
clothes let alone lace party dresses and they stood frozen to the floor,
their little mouths sealed.  Ms. Chandler exclaimed, "I love it when twins
are dressed in identical outfits by their mothers, and you girls are going
to be dressed in these  sister dresses as if you were four year old little
girls. Isn't that exciting, darlings?  This will be your punishment girls,
for not being thankful to your dear mother for enrolling you in our
school.  You will not wear your school uniforms to class like the other
girls but you will wear these frilly dresses to class and all around the
campus so that all the girls will know that you acted like babies when you
first came here instead of the big girls you were supposed to be.  If you
are good little girls, then and only then, will I allow you to dress like
school girls once again".  If the twins entertained any hope in their ten
year old minds of at least dressing according to their age, if not their
sex, that hope was shattered in Ms. Chandler's office as they realized
that they were about to be dressed as four year old girls.  And the entire
student body of two hundred girls would soon see and regard them as their
very own little sisters.


As Headmistress Chandler had a very busy schedule, she enlisted the help
of two senior girls to serve as "big sisters" for Roberta and Steffie for
the rest of the day.  The girls were called from their classes and told
that they were to take the twins around campus and show them off to all
the students and faculty.  Perhaps this would help them to learn that
boyish behavior is a serious offense at Briarcliff.  Of course it would
also allow the twins to experience the sweet innocence of being very young
girls, a joy that they missed when they were unfortunately raised as boys.
 As I read Jamie's little diary about the Stapleton twins, I thought, "Oh
Cynthia Stapleton should see what was happening to her boys.  She would be
so thrilled and she would probably regret that she didn't put them in
dresses herself when they were four years old".  Well the senior girls,
Debbie and Carla, entered Ms. Chandler's office, curtsied as all the girls
are expected to do, and asked how they might be of service.  They glanced
at Roberta and Steffie, sitting on the couch in little white quilted robes
that Ms. Chandler had given them to wear over their bra and panties.  Ms.
Chandler said, "Debbie and Carla, I want you to meet our new four year
olds who will be living at our school.  They are Roberta and Steffie.
"Debbie and Carla, recognizing the twins as the boys who had been
introduced to the student body at lunch, suppressed a giggle and wondered
what Ms. Chandler wanted them to do with the boys. It quickly became very
clear as the headmistress explained.  "Girls, I want the two of you to be
big sisters to the twins this afternoon.  You are to dress them in the
little girl clothes that I have chosen for them and then you are to give
them the chance to meet as many students as possible.  You will make sure
that they behave as little girls and you are to report any unladylike
conduct to me immediately.  You see, the twins will not be allowed to
disgrace the Briarcliff uniform by any boyish behavior.  When they have
learned to be proper young ladies, they will be allowed to take off their
childish dresses and wear the uniform skirt and blouse like the big girls
once again.  Is that clear, girls?"  "Yes, headmistress", replied the
senior girls.  Ms. Chandler then went over and kissed the twins on the
forehead and said, "Roberta and Steffie, I am counting on you to be good
little girls.  Do not disappoint me sweeties".  And she walked out the
door.

Immediately Carla said, "Well, little sisters, it is time to get you all
prettied up".  Reaching into one of the compartments of the clothing bag
she pulled out a very dainty silky petticoat, held it up admiringly and
beckoned to Steffie.  "Come here honey", she said.  Stephen, not knowing
what else to do, walked over to her and she slipped his robe off of him,
saying, "Put out your arms dear".  As Stephen did so, he felt her lower
the petticoat over his head. It fit just perfectly and fell to his mid
thighs.  "Ohhhh Debbie", Carla said, "Look how short the skirt is". " Of
course", said Debbie, "their dresses are little girl's dresses and they
require short slips".  "Debbie, could you hand me his dress please".
Debbie brought the dress over and Carla put Stephen's dress on him tying
the pretty blue satin sash in the back, as Stephen suddenly felt all
boyishness draining from him.  Meanwhile, Roberta sat with his hands
folded in front of him in his little robe, knowing that he was next.
Debbie looked at Robert and said, "Look at how pretty your sister is
honey.  Steffie, make a curtsy to your sister, dear".  Stephen, now
Stephanie made a cute little curtsy and Debbie bent down and gave him the
sweetest kiss, saying, "I think I am going to like having you as my baby
sister this afternoon".  Carla said, "Well, Roberta, you are next".
Robert stood up, and finally giving up on being a boy, let Debbie and
Carla dress him in a similar fashion as his brother.

 Soon both boys were attired in sissy white dresses with blue sashes and
full petticoats and panties.  Each was also required to wear a white satin
training bra, which the big girls put on them.  Carla took the lace socks
and white Mary Jane shoes with the darling bows out of the clothing bag
and put them on the boys.  Then Debbie tied the cutest white hair ribbons
in the hair of each boy.  Clearly the girls were enjoying making sissy
girls out of the twins and they looked forward to escorting them around
campus as little girls. "Oh wait", said Carla.  "We have to do their nails
or Ms. Chandler will be very upset.  I almost forgot that all boys at
Briarcliff have to wear nail polish all the time".  Each girl took nail
polish out of her purse and sitting Robert and Stephen down on the couch,
they began to apply polish to the little boy's nails.  Robert got a pretty
shade of pink and Stephen's nails would be red like his new big sisters.
When their nails dried, Debbie whispered to Carla, "Should we put a little
lipstick on them too?"  Carla smiled and said, Well, they are supposed to
be just four, but maybe just a touch won't hurt."  So as Robert and
Stephen sat silently, looking so pretty and girlish in their white
dresses, Debbie and Carla gently applied lipstick to their lips.  Their
transformation into pretty four year old girls was complete and they were
ready to tour the campus with their big sisters.

 In spite of what people may say, a little boy is deeply affected by
wearing dresses and skirts.  I know that my son Jamie experienced a change
in his way of thinking as he adjusted to the feminine role that was chosen
for him.  It was maybe selfish of me to make him a girl, but I wanted a
child that I could dress up prettily and be a companion to me.  Jamie grew
to love being a girl and he is such a happy child.  As for the twins, they
were starting to experience the joys of girlhood on just their first day
at Briarcliff.  They had already worn school girl uniforms their first
morning and now they were being propelled back in time to experience what
it was like to be a pre school age girl, an experience they had missed as
little children.  Walking around the campus' tree shaded walks on a
beautiful Fall afternoon, holding hands with the older girls, was a very
impressionable experience for the boys.  They felt so light headed and
free as their little skirts swayed from side to side in the afternoon
breeze.  They loved the silky feel of their petticoats against their knees
and the way their dresses flared out as they walked.  It was so natural
for them to take smaller steps and to walk just like girls.   It seemed
that all the girls that they passed were friendly and kind. It was a
setting free from the challenging and more aggressive world of boys.
Girls prefer to relate to one another rather than challenge one another
for supremacy.  So while Stephen and Robert were only ten years old, they
did not feel overly  uncomfortable their first day in dresses. Oh it was
definitely different, and there would be times of rebellion, and even
anger but those feelings would eventually go away as their new femininity
took root deep in their young minds.   Already their behavior was
improving and by the end of the school year, Cynthia Stapleton will be
overjoyed to welcome her children back into their home not as rude, sassy
boys, but an children who have been remarkably changed into very  sweet
and delicate young ladies.

 The four girls left Ms. Chandler's office and began their tour of the
campus.  For the second time that day the twins heard the change of period
bell.  The first time they had been swinging on trees and throwing a ball
around, fully expecting to be enrolled in a school where they would be
popular young ball players. Seeing the prettily uniformed girls spilling
out all over the campus had greatly unnerved them.  But now, they were
dressed as girls themselves, with bare legs showing under pretty dresses
and hair ribbons firmly fixed in their hair. Their nails were painted and
their socks had lace on them. When they ran their tongue over their lips
they tasted lipstick and they felt strangely different on the inside. Like
girls!   All the older girls knew that disobedient first year boys at the
school were dressed as children to help them adjust to being girls, so
they were very kind to the twins. They said things like, "Hi pretty
girls", "I love your dress, Steffie", and "We're so glad to have you at
Briarcliff, honey".  Debbie and Carla made sure that the boys said thank
you and curtsied sweetly when they were complimented by the older girls.
It seemed like with each additional remark Robert and Stephen were losing
their boyish identity more and more and entering deeply into the world of
women and girls that their mother desired for them.  The boys ate supper
with the students, still dressed in their childish dresses but with little
sweaters embroidered with pink flowers, thrown over their shoulders to
help them keep warm and cozy in the Fall Wisconsin evening.  After supper
most of the girls were going to watch "The Little Princess", the movie
being shown in the school theater.  But Ms. Chandler had asked Debbie and
Carla to take the boys shopping for night gowns for their mother had
neglected to purchase sleepwear for her sons.  So it was off to the mall
for the twins.

 At the mall, they went directly to the girl's section of a large
department store and received some interesting looks from shoppers and
salesgirls who wondered why such big girls like the twins were dressed in
babyish dresses.  It wasn't that they didn't look like girls, for they
most certainly did.  It was that they were not dressed according to their
age.  Debbie and Carla spotted the section where they sold nightgowns and
pajamas and approached the young salesgirl on duty.  Carla in a spirit of
mischieviousness said, "Can you help me find some pretty nighties for my
little brothers"? On hearing that, Stephen and Robert were so embarrassed
that they blushed and let out a little shriek.  Debbie herself was shocked
that Carla would tell the salesgirls that the children were boys and said,
"Debbie, what are you saying?"  Carla, suddenly feeling defensive said,
"Well, they are boys and besides Ms. Chandler will never know that we told
anyone".  The salesgirl, listening to all that was being said, looked at
Robert and Stephen and said, Oh my, what darling boys.  I'll be happy to
find you pretty gowns to wear".  She apparently though the whole think was
funny and she was going to play along with the game thinking that maybe
the boys were being punished for some reason.  Of course, that was exactly
what was happening.  What she didn't know was that this was not a short
term disciplinary action.  These boys for all practical purposes would
become girls from the seventh grade until they graduated from high school
six years later. The salesgirl held up one pretty nightie after another
and Debbie and Carla chose four night gowns apiece for the boys.  All were
silk or nylon, trimmed with ribbons and bows, edged with lace and ruffles
and were nighties designed for the most feminine little girls.  The
salesgirl said, "Oh boys, you are just going to love sleeping in these".
As they walked to the cashier desk, the salesgirl said, "Bye, bye little
sweeties.  Be good girls for your big sisters".  Stephen and Robert just
smiled as the words of the salesgirl registered in their little minds that
were rapidly being totally feminized.

 That night Robert and Stephen said goodnight to Debbie and Carla,
thanking them for a wonderful day.  The boys walked in their little
dresses to their own dorms carrying shopping bags with their newly
purchased night gowns.  Robert knocked on the door and was greeted by his
roommate Nancy who was already in a blue satin floor length night gown.
She welcomed him and commented on what a cute little girl he made.  Her
hair was in rollers as she had beautiful curls during the day, and she
asked Robert if he would help brush her hair out in the morning before
classes.  Robert agreed to help his roommate and excused himself while he
took off his dress and got into his own nightie.  Soon he was in bed and
fast asleep, dreaming wonderful dreams.  Stephen went to his dorm where he
was rooming with Teresa whom he had already met.  Teresa was a straight
"A" student and was still studying at her desk in her school uniform.  She
greeted Robert in a friendly manner saying, "Hi little sis!", and she and
urged him to get ready for bed.  She said she would be coming to bed soon
herself.  Each of the students had twin beds and as the rooms were very
large, they had lots of room to move around.  Robert chose his pink baby
doll nylon nightie and climbed in between his pink satin sheets.  Wearing
a silky gown and panties in a bed with satin sheets and pillow cases
caused him to slide all around under the covers.  He felt so much like a
girl in his new setting, and soon drifted off to sleep wondering what his
first  day of classes as a little girl would be like.

 I thought that you would be interested in hearing Jamie's thoughts on the
experiences of the Stapleton twins.  But let me tell you that Jamie also
was doing quite well during his first week at school.  Oh, he missed his
mother and especially felt bad that I would not be there to brush out his
almost waist length hair every evening.  But fortunately he was assigned
to a room where his roommate also had an abundance of beautiful hair.  So
Jamie and Stacy were perfect for each other and would virtually become one
another's hairdressers.  Stacy was a blonde also although her hair was
more of an ash blonde while Jamie was definitely a golden blonde.  So the
second night that the two were in the dorm saw the girls fussing over one
another's hair in the most loving fashion.  Stacy said, "Let me do yours
first, Jamie".  She took her brush and brushed my son's hair for what must
have been fifteen minutes.  It looked so long and pretty when Stacy
finished with it. Jamie's hair always had such a beautiful shine to it and
brushing brings out the beautiful highlights. I thought about how poor
boys miss out on such girlish fun with their unattractive short hair and
crew cuts.  Then Jamie did Stacy's hair and the two children, sitting
there in their pretty night gowns doing each other's hair, were the
epitome of American girlhood.  I don't think that Jamie has a boyish
thought left in his little mind and any mother would be proud to have my
child as her daughter.  I look forward to what Ms. Chandler's school is
going to do for my child's development as a young lady and I trust that
his education as a female and his constantly being in the presence of
women and girls will enable him to grow up to take his proper place in
society as a lovely young woman.  I will certainly keep you informed as my
my Jamie girl continues to let me know through his diary, all about his
school and social activities at the Briarcliff School for Girls.


Chapter #7         "The Harvest Festival"


 Excitement was in the air at the Briarcliff School for Girls! It was Fall
Harvest Festival time and this tradition was always one of the highlights
of the school year.  Girls being girls, they love to dress up and the
harvest festival party would give them an opportunity to shed their
schoolgirl uniforms and dress up in the most exotic, fashionable clothes
available. The party started Friday morning as the girls put together
their outfits, dressed and made up, practiced their skits and songs, and
thought about how they might outdo one another at the evening gathering in
the gymnasium.  Jamie wrote about it all in his diary and I am privileged
to share it with you now.

 Jamie was as excited as any of the girls. His love for girl's clothes
goes back to my putting him in the dresses when he was just a small child.
Not knowing what effect brain patterns and natural boyish hormones would
have on him, I went out of my way to make sure that he was feminized in
the most thorough manner possible.  As his mother, I decided that I wanted
a little girl and I treated my child as if he were a naturally born
female. Jamie wore nothing but silk and lace as a child and it was only
with great reluctance that I even let him wear shorts, let alone pants. It
was so satisfying for me to see that he loved his frilly dresses and that
as he grew older his preference in clothing was no different from the
sissiest of girls.

 Two weeks before the festival, Stacy and Jamie were in their night gowns,
brushing each other's blond hair when the topic of costumes for the party
came up.  "Stacy, what are you going to wear" asked Jamie.  Stacy, a very
lovely girl who loved pretty clothes as much as my son replied, "I'm
thinking of going as Alice. I love the Alice in Wonderland story and I
have a pretty blue dress that I can wear with a white pinafore.  It should
be lots of fun because my friend Barbara is going as the Queen of Hearts".
She laughed saying, "So there are going to be at least two of us from
Wonderland at the party". "That's so cute, Stacy.  You'll be the prettiest
girl there", replied Jamie. "Oh sure" said Stacy, "Maybe I would be if I
wasn't rooming with the best looking girl in the school".  Jamie blushed
saying, "You are so sweet, roommate", and the two girls embraced.  "But
what are you going to wear, Jamie"? Jamie smiled prettily and said, "I'm
going as Miss Scarlet O'Hara, from "Gone with the Wind"!  "Wow"!!!!,
exclaimed Stacy.  "Scarlet O' Hara!!!!  But where will you ever get your
dress"?  "I already checked with the dramatic arts department, Stacy, and
they recently purchased several dresses fashioned after the Civil War era
clothes for a production the senior class is going to do next year.  My
English teacher Miss White who  helps with the plays told me I could wear
one of them". "Oh Jamie, we are going to have such fun", laughed Stacy, as
she brushed Jamie's long hair.  "I can hardly wait"

 The morning of the festival arrived and there was great activity in all
of the dorms.  The girls were running to and fro, buttoning up each
other's dresses, applying makeup, making last minute alterations on
costumes, and laughing and giggling as they saw one another for the first
time in their chosen outfits and accessories. As Briarcliff was an
exclusive girls school, one did not see cheaply put together costumes with
little or no effort put into them.  Rather as one walked about the dorms
one saw an elaborately coifed thirteen year old Marie Antoinette, a very
well made up Cinderella, glass slippers and all, and a cute little ten
year old Peter Pan who looked like she was light enough to fly through the
air with Wendy and the children. Princess Leia from "Star Wars" was there
as was Wonder Woman with her bullet deflecting wrist bracelets.  One girl
was dressed as Margaret Thatcher in a very elegant burgundy jacket and
skirt, looking like she just walked out of Number 10 Downing Street. Many
of the seventh grade girls used the party as an excuse to wear high heels
for the first time in their young lives. One particularly beautiful girl,
wearing a long white satin gown cut to her proportions, who, when asked
who she was, replied, I'm Claudia Schiffer, the fashion model!  No one
laughed because along with Jamie, she was one of the prettiest girls in
the school and could very well be one of Eileen Ford's top models in ten
years.

 Right in the thick of all the activity was my son Jamie who was being
helped into his billowing petticoats and skirts by Stacy. Stacy was
already attired in her little blue Alice dress and looked
adorable. Now she was working on Jamie to help him to be the Civil War
era belle that he had chosen to imitate. Buttoning up his long dress
from behind, Stacy said, "Jamie, this dress is absolutely
ravishing. You are going to win first prize for the most beautiful
costume". Jamie spun around when Stacy was finished and felt so lovely
attired in his long dress and petticoats.  Holding the side of his
dress he turned and turned in front of the mirror wondering what it
would have been like to dress like this every day as the lovely
Southern girls in the mid eighteen hundreds used to do. "This is such
fun", he thought, and he swished back and forth around the room
feeling the silky smoothness of his petticoats brushing against his
legs. "Come here and let me do your make up, Jamie", said Stacy,
awakening Jamie out of his dream world. I don't know what kind of
cosmetics the girls used back then but you are going to have the best
that is available today".  Jamie gathered together his long skirts,
sat at the vanity table and Stacy applied his make up and
lipstick. Jamie was exceptionally pretty even without make up, but
with it, he was as beautiful as any Southern beauty that walked the
flower-filled gardens of the antebellum plantation mansions, carrying
dainty parasols and sipping pink lemonade.

 There was no afternoon meal served in the dining hall as the girls were
too busy preparing for the evening's activities.  Rather, lunch was
delivered to the dorms by the catering service that was hired each year.
The girls could hardly pull themselves away from their hair curling and
dress modeling but Ms. Chandler poked her head into the various dorms to
make sure her girls were taking time for lunch.  She did not want anyone
passing out from weakness during the dance or awards presentations later
that evening.  Ms. Chandler was also visiting the dorms to make sure that
her special charges, namely the new boys in attendance at Briarcliff were
doing well as they prepared for their first major social event at the
school. The Harvest Festival was designed to be an enjoyable celebration
but it also showcased the school for a select number of invited families
who had shown an interest in sending their children here in the future.
Consequently the headmistress did not want any of the boys inadvertently
discrediting the school by being inappropriately dressed for the occasion.
If any of the children were going to be prettily dressed, it most
certainly was going to be the seventh grade boys.

 Upon entering Jamie's room, Headmistress Chandler was not disappointed.
Jamie smiled and taking the skirts of his long green and white gown in his
hands, made a lovely curtsy to the headmistress. Ms. Chandler clasped her
hands together in pure delight as she saw this most lovely boy child carry
out this most feminine of gestures better than any girl she had known. She
thought, "This child must never be allowed to be a boy again'. He is far
too sweet a child to be subjected to the uncouth ways of men and boys".
"Good Afternoon, Scarlet"!, said Ms. Chandler. "My, we are looking so
lovely today". Then looking at Stacy she said, "And whom do we have here?
Why I do believe you are the pretty girl who chased the rabbit down the
hole"!  The two girls laughed and Ms. Chandler swept both of them into her
arms  saying, "Such wonderful costumes, girls. I am so proud of you. I
will look forward to seeing you this evening". As she left, Jamie and
Stacy giggled like the school girls they were, proud that they had been
commended by the headmistress herself.

 Karen Chandler really did not expect to encounter problems with Jamie.
Knowing his background of being raised as a girl gave her the assurance
that he would not only be properly costumed but that he would also conduct
himself in the manner of a well trained Briarcliff girl.  But Julie
Peterson was another story. The headmistress has a memory like an elephant
and something deep within her makes her very angry when boys resist a
woman's commands, especially when that woman is their very own mother.
Karen is a very beautiful woman, ultra feminine in her dress and
comportment but also a self confident leader who believes that the world
would be a better place if influenced and governed by women rather than
men.  As a keen student of history she concluded that it was the male ego
and lack of sensitivity that contributed to wars and violence, much of
which could have been avoided if left in the hands of the genetically
superior sex. While she does not classify herself as a feminist per se,
she has definite feelings about female superiority and is determined that
her girls enter the work place more fully qualified to compete than any
male.  So when a mere boy like Julie has the audacity to make a scene on
campus on his first day of school, telling his mother, I'm not coming
here", Karen was horrified.  She thought, "This child should be ecstatic
that he is going to be a girl.  He should be hugging and thanking his
mother instead of rebelling". So she made a mental note of his behavior.
"Julie", she thought, "is going to be my special project".  He is going to
be a lady if I have to dress and train him myself".

 But in spite of her good intentions, the demands of the first month of
school kept her from supervising Julie the way she intended, so now, on
the day of this important social event in the school calendar, she knocked
on Julie's door with the hope that she would find a very demure, subdued
little girl rather than the defiant boy that she had initially confronted.
 Julie's roommate Melanie opened the door and upon seeing the
headmistress, curtsied, and said, "Good Afternoon, Headmistress Chandler".
 Ms. Chandler said, "Good afternoon Melanie! Oh you do look beautiful,
honey!".  Melanie was dressed as Cleopatra, having made use of one of the
many movie costumes that were available at the school.  "Where's Julie,
honey", asked the headmistress. "I don't know Ms. Chandler, said Melanie.
She took off after breakfast and I haven't seen her since. She has been
acting funny lately and I have been worried about her". "What do you mean
"funny", dear"?. "Well", replied Melanie, she has said lots of times this
week that she wasn't a girl and that no one could make her be a girl and
that she was going to run away.  I told her that she was so a girl and
that you would be angry if she kept saying that". Ms. Chandler quickly
made her way to the telephone in the dormitory corridor and called
Victoria, Kathleen and Paige, who always assisted her when the school
needed to deal with rebellious boys.  She instructed them to meet her in
her office immediately where they would take care of this little matter
before it could disrupt the jovial atmosphere of the Harvest Festival.

 The Briarcliff School for Girls was situated on a four hundred and fifty
acre campus with an abundance of hiking trails and a scenic lake that made
Briarciff one of the most attractive prep school campuses in the country.
Using their feminine intuition and the experience that they had had in the
past dealing with boys resisting their feminization at Briarcliff,
Ms.Chandler and her assistants drove the school station wagon directly to
the beach house on the edge of the lake. As they emerged from the vehicle
they saw the ten year old run from the house toward the trail. Kathleen
who had taken Robert Stapleton under her wing on his first day of school
and who was a superb athlete, quickly ran down the child, and scooped him
up in her arms. A quick slap on the fanny stopped Julie's kicking
immediately as she carried the boy back to the headmistress and the other
girls. As Kathleen held him, Ms. Chandler let her displeasure be known.
She said, "Julie, you have been a bad girl! Look at you! Where did you get
those jeans? I am so disappointed in you. You apologized to me the first
day after being rude to your mother and now just one month later you run
away and I find you wearing boy's clothes. Honey, this will never do.
Paige, will you please hand me the dress in the back of the car?  "But Ms.
Chandler", Julie began.  "Be silent Julie.  This is not a time to be
talking".  You will be disciplined for this very unladylike behavior. Now
take off those ridiculous boy's clothes and put your dress  on. Please
help him girls".

 As they drove back to the dorm area Ms. Chandler said, "Julie, you are
not to leave my side for the rest of the day.  In fact you are going to be
the headmistresse's little helper through our harvest festival
celebration. Looking at the girls she said, "I just got a wonderful idea.
I was going to go dressed as Steffie G. the tennis star this evening, but
since I am going to have Julie here constantly at my side, I have decided
that I am going to be none other than Carol Ann Brady.  And looking at
Julie, now out of his unsightly jeans and back in a pretty dress, she
said, "And you honey, my little rebel boy, are going to be my precious
little girl, Cindy!  We will attend the festival in mother and daughter
dresses and you will be Cindy Brady!  Julie again started to say something
but Ms. Chandler put her hand up to Julie's lips saying, "Hush, my child,
and start thinking of the different episodes that you have seen.  You
lucky little girl!  You are going to be a member of the Brady Bunch
tonight, the one about whom the song goes, "the youngest one in curls".
Maybe everything does work out for the best girls. If Julie didn't run
away I would never have thought of this and I have always wanted to have a
little daughter that I could dress up like me, and now I do. Julie
Peterson, you are going to be my new little daughter for the rest of the
day. We must go and buy our mother and daughter dresses while the stores
are still open".  "But Ms. Chandler", Julie sighed, "I don't
want............"  Karen Chandler said, "Not another word, darling.  Be
happy that you were not punished more severely for leaving your dorm.
Beside when I am through dressing you, you will be the prettiest and
happiest little girl at school, for not everyone gets to be the
headmistresse's little helper.

 The headmistress thanked Victoria, Kathleen and Paige for helping her
apprehend Julie and dropped them off in the dormitory area. Then alone
with Julie, she drove directly to Ann's Boutique, a favorite women's and
girls dress shop in town.  Karen was excited about making Julie her
daughter. She was in her early forties but had never been married,
choosing instead to devote herself to making Briarcliff the best girl's
prep school in the country. Perhaps if the right person came along she
would consider it, but men were intimidated by both her beauty and her
intelligence.  She was well suited for the academic world but she dearly
missed having children of her own. Consequently, the thought of taking a
pretty young boy, and changing him into her daughter, if only for a day,
appealed both to her maternal and dominant instincts. This would be an
opportunity not only to properly feminize Julie, but to also show her love
for him, thereby making it easier for him to be the girl that he was
destined to be by his mother. If Julie responded favorably it would make
it so much easier, but if he didn't, he was going to have to be a girl
anyway.  Like it or not, Julie would be in pretty girl's clothes. Karen
fell in love with  a set of light blue mother and daughter dresses that
Carol Ann and Cindy most certainly would have worn during the early days
of the television show. The dresses were full skirted and had cute belts
around the waist.  The hems were three or four inches above the knees and
the dresses were designed to be worn with full slips.  Karen took Julie
into the girl's dressing room and put the dress on him.  It fit perfectly
as did hers when she tried it on.  "Oh, this was such fun", thought Karen.

 Looking at her watch and noticing that it was already 3:00 P.M., Karen
picked out slips and panties for her and Julie and they proceeded to dress
for the festival right at the store. Emerging from the dressing room, she
looked at Julie and said, "Look at you dear. You are absolutely beautiful.
 See how you are wearing a dress just like mine"? Julie was alarmed.  He
had been thinking of running away from school all week and now, here he
was in a dress shop, wearing a sissy dress and with the headmistress of
the entire school making believe that they were mother and daughter.  If
only he had been a good boy back home, maybe his mother wouldn't have sent
him here. But he had seen pictures of himself in the family album wearing
dresses when he was four years old. Maybe his mother would have done this
anyway.  Julie felt confused, but one thing was clear.  He had better go
along with the headmistress as he could see that she would not permit him
to act like a boy at all.  Julie was very right about that. Karen was
really getting in to this and she treated Julie just like a daughter.
Ordering him to take smaller steps, buying him a little purse to carry,
spraying perfume on his wrist and behind his ears, touching up his lips
with her very own lipstick and constantly calling him honey and sugar, let
the boy know that he was a daughter now, not a male child at all. Dressed
in identical outfits, they were ready to return to the campus when Karen
said, "Oh, just one more thing, Julie"!

 Karen took her new daughter's hand and led him to an area of the shop
where they had very expensive jewelry, including earrings.  Julie, sensing
what Ms. Chandler had in mind tried to jerk away but she physically
restrained him and sat him down in the chair. Summoning a salesgirl that
she knew, she said, "Colleen, this little boy needs to have both ears
pierced.  Will you do it honey?". Oh the shame of it all. She told the
salesgirl that he was a boy. He didn't know why she did that but it
apparently didn't make any difference to Colleen for she came over and
quickly pierced his ears. It stung just for a moment and then Julie felt
her placing little earrings in the newly drilled holes. As she did, this
sweet little lad, his boyish spirit broken, folded his hands on top of his
skirt and accepted that Ms. Chandler has won the battle for his sexual
identity.  He was in a dress and panties, wore earrings and accepted the
fact that he was the new daughter of the headmistress of the Briarcliff
School for girls.  But his boyish nature would make one final attempt to
gain control that evening, before being extinguished forever.

 At six o'clock P.M. the girls and faculty of Briarcliff marched into the
dining hall in the most colorful and elaborate display of costumes that
anyone had ever seen.  Even the kitchen help and the janitorial staff
stopped what they were doing to come  and see the girls parade into the
area.  Leading the parade of brightly costumed women and girls was none
other than Carol Ann and Cindy Brady.  As Julie's hair was still not long
enough to braid, Ms. Chandler had placed an expensive child's blond wig on
his head, with two delightful braids tied with blue silk ribbons to match
his dress. Right behind Carol Ann and Cindy, were two girls dressed like
Marcia and Jan, thus completing the female Brady Bunch cast members except
for Alice, whom no one wanted to be. Of course everyone made a fuss over
cute little Cindy, who just happened to be a boy.  Then it happened!
Julie tried thinking, I'm a boy! I'm a boy!  But it just wasn't working.
As everyone continued to tell him how cute he was, he felt a wave of
girlishness flowing over him. The senior girl dressed as Marcia Brady came
over, picked him up and kissed him, making him blush, and causing him to
feel more like a girl. He looked down at himself and thought, I'm really
wearing a girl's dress like Ms. Chandler's. I'm wearing mary Jane's. He
reached up and touched his hair and felt the ribbon that Ms. Chandler had
placed there.  Even as he walked he was aware of the sensation of the
white tights that the headmistress made him wear under his dress. Then
Julie had one final moment of panic. He could either run for his life, or
he could yield. With a precious tear in his eye, a tear as sweet as any
little girl ever shed, Julie made his decision. Walking over to the
headmistress he embraced her around the waist, and said, "I'm your
daughter now, Ms. Chandler. At last the battle was really over. Julie gave
up on being a boy and could get on with his life as a young lady at
Briarcliff.

 Every person has a defining moment in their life and for young Julie it
came at the Harvest Festival.  That it was a turning point in his life
cannot be denied in that Julie helped Ms. Chandler the rest of the evening
in every possible way.  He was constantly at her side greeting students,
faculty and visitors alike and went out of his way to acquire refreshments
for the guests with whom she was talking.  When she introduced him as her
daughter Cindy in the spirit of the evening, he curtsied with a sweet
smile on his face.  Even the real girls at the school noticed the
blossoming femininity of Julie and they were so happy for him.  Now he
would fit in so much better. Even Jamie saw what was happening, and
dressed in his breath taking Scarlet O'Hara gown, came over and embraced
Julie saying, "Oh Julie, I knew you were a girl on the inside right from
the beginning".  The two hugged and one could see the genuine delight in
their eyes.  As all the girls intermingled and the music supplied by an
all girl musical group began to play, all eyes turned to the Staptleton
twins as they entered the dining hall dressed as Shirley Temple and
Goldilocks.  Apparently the twins still had not outgrown the very childish
outfits they were required to wear and Robert did look adorable with his
hair in ringlet curls as if he had just disembarked from the Good Ship
Lollypop.  His little sailor dress was darling and the big sister assigned
to him on his first day of school, who was dressed as Princess Diana, was
holding his hand.  His brother Stephen, attired as Goldilocks, was wearing
a red dotted Swiss dress made for a little girl together with the sweetest
bonnet. His big sister was with him, dressed as a drum majorette, complete
with a high hat, short skirt, and twirling baton.

 After a wonderful meal, the girls began to file into the elaborately
decorated gymnasium for the dance. A junior girl in a striking catsuit
borrowed from the Broadway play, "Cats" danced with a Spanish senorita in
a full skirt from Barcelona.  My Jamie, attired in his Scarlet O'Hara
dress, was spun around by his teacher Victoria White, who was dazzling in
the top hat, spangled tights and cane of a Las Vegas Show girl. Ms.
Chandler was out on the floor dancing with her daughter Julie, causing
some of the girls to cry, knowing that Julie had finally accepted his
femininity.  Over all I am happy to say that the Briarcliff Harvest
Festival was a marvelous success, gave the girls something to talk about
for weeks and made me even more happier that I chose the Briarcliff School
for Girls for my son.


Chapter #8 "Home for the Holidays!"


The Thanksgiving holidays were upon us and I was so very excited because my
Jamie and his roommate Stacy, along with two of their girlfriends, were
flying in today for the four day weekend. It was going to be a wonderful
reunion because Eve Jones, mom's good friend from England whom we had
visited three years ago, was going to be in town together with her grand
daughter Andrea, who was first changed into a little girl during our stay
at the Jones mansion in Southhampton. They would be arriving tomorrow. I
was so interested in hearing how Andrea was getting along seeing that she
and Jamie, as former boys, had so much in common.  Andrea, now thirteen
years old, was going to stay with us while his grandmother would stay with
mom, so our big house was going to be put to good use.

I drove to the Madison airport and stood nervously in the waiting area as
their plane taxied up to the gate.  After several travellers emerged from
the plane, I heard girlish laughter and in the next few seconds I was
surrounded by excited, giggling, pre teenage girls. Jamie, looking darling
in a red jumper dress with a ruffled hem, threw his arms around me. "Hi
Mom!, he said. I want you to meet my girlfriends!". This is my roommate
Stacy, he exclaimed, pointing to  a long haired girl in a  red sweater and
hunter green plaid skirt. And this is Julie and Teresa!  "Oh, I recognize
those names", I thought to myself.  "Jamie had mentioned them in his
letters to me". After our initial introductions, Jamie and Stacy, both
eleven years old and holding hands like sisters, walked ahead of us toward
the baggage claim area, while I walked a little behind with eleven year old
Julie, and Teresa, who was twelve. I thought, "This is going to be an
interesting weekend", for I knew that Julie, the pretty girl in the blue
denim skirt with a ribbon in her hair, was a boy.  And Teresa, while a real
girl, attired in a black and white suspender skirt set, was the roommate of
one of the now famous Stapleton twins.

We picked up the girl's luggage and made our way to the parking garage as
the girls chatted about school and the coming weekend. The ride to our
lakeside home was a short one and the girls told me about their school
activities, especially the Fall Harvest event that was still fresh in their
minds three weeks later. "Mom, I wish girls still wore Civil War era
dresses, Jamie beamed.  "Did you like the full skirts hon, I replied. "Oh
yes mom, I felt so pretty in them". It was apparent that my son had lost
none of hi