The night ended like a dream. Our date to the drive-in resulted in some pizza and some heavy necking, but nothing more than that. Todd was real cool and stopped whenever I asked him to or moved his hand. I guess he realized I was only fifteen and not ready for anything more. Lucky for me. The guys dropped us off at the door after a goodnight kiss and we went inside. That's when things got bad.

Mom was sitting in the living room waiting for us. Before we turned the corner out of the hall, she said, "It's about time you got home," in a stern, but not angry voice. She didn't get angry until she saw me. "Sara, what are you doing out when I'm not home. And Michael!, what are you doing dressed like that?"

I couldn't make a sound. This was worse than anything I could have imagined. Or so I thought. Sara tried to blow it off, "Oh, we were just playing and I thought it would be fun to see what Mike would have looked like as my sister."

"I had something important to talk to both of you about tonight," Mom said, " but I'm too shocked and angry right now. Go to bed and I'll deal with both of you in the morning. And this had better be a good story!"

I ran upstairs and threw myself on the bed. I thought for sure I would start crying. But I didn't. Mom's surprise homecoming had thrown me for a loop. And that on top of my other experiences of the day. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. Yesterday I had been a normal, healthy teen-aged boy with urges and desires like everybody else. I stared at girls and looked at dirty magazines and imagined being with them. Now I was reliving my day AS a girl, complete with a new boyfriend. And that's actually the way I thought about it, too. I liked what had happened tonight. To my surprise, I wanted it to happen again. But, now I'd be lucky to ever get out of the house again. Even with all of these thoughts going through my head I eventually managed to fall asleep.

I woke up the next morning with someone knocking on the bedroom door. It was Mom. "Mike, I think it's time you got up. We have a lot to talk about." I sat up and realized I was still wearing my clothes from last night. So it hadn't been a dream after all. I got up and went to the mirror and was still shocked by what I saw. My hair was messed up, but I still looked like a cute, maybe even pretty, girl. I thought, "What the hell, not much I can do to change what happened last night now." So I ran a brush through my hair to try to make it look as good as possible, then opened the door and went down stairs.

Sara was already in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea. Mom was sitting on the other side of the table with a big mug of coffee and red puffy eyes. This really made me feel bad. "I'm sorry, Mom," I said softly, "I didn't mean to make you feel so bad."

"You didn't cause this," she said, "we'll talk about that later. First we need to talk about you. Sara has told me most of what happened and how she talked you into it. But, now I need you to tell me what happened. This is about more than your sister making you get dressed like a girl. You went out with a boy last night. I assume you did things boys and girls usually do on dates? You don't have to answer, I can tell by your expression."

Now I was starting to cry. "I don't know what happened last night," I sobbed. "This wasn't supposed to happen, I was just going along with Sara and was going to come home from the mall and forget all about it." By now I was crying uncontrollably. She pulled me over and held me, gently rubbing my hair. "Well," she said, "you certainly looked the part. I'm amazed at how pretty you are in these things, and how nice your hair looks. Although, I'm not sure this is the right style for you." Now her voice was soothing and quiet. It was like being a little kid again, having her hold me when I would fall down or get a cut or something. I had expected her to be angry and ground me for the rest of my life!

"I take it this is something you would like to keep doing. Do you like being a girl?" she asked. I wasn't sure how to answer. I mean, how could I go out with my friends or play ball or skateboard? "I think so," I finally answered.

'Well this isn't at all what I expected when I came home early last night," she said sadly. "I guess you both know that your father and I wave been having problems lately"

I had forgotten about Dad. Boy, he was really going to kill me when he found out what had happened.

"We went away," she continued, "to try and work things out. But we both decided it was too late for that. We are going to get a divorce as quickly as possible."

This on top of everything else that had happened! My entire life had changed in just one day. Nothing would ever be the same again.

Mom went on, "You know that when Grandma died last winter she left me her house in Ohio and quite a bit of money. Well, we are going to go and stay at her house until we get things sorted out. By that time, things with your father should be settled. And, Michelle," she said, "that should give us time to decide what's going to happen with you."

It took me a few seconds to realize what she had called me. All I could do was give her a puzzled look. She saw this and laughed, "You know, it will be kinda nice having another daughter for a while. And nobody there will know us. Grandma hadn't lived there but a few months and we never met anyone there. I think we three girls can move there and take our time to figure what our future is going to be."

We spent the next few weeks packing and getting the house closed up. It seems Dad was living with a "friend" until we moved out. Then he was going to move back in. Apparently Mom thought the house had too many bad memories and wanted to make a fresh start somewhere else. The house in Ohio was a perfect solution for all of us. During the time we were packing, I had a good excuse for not seeing anyone in the neighbor hood. I spent most of the time dressed jeans and tee shirts with my bra and panties underneath. Even going out shopping or to eat, I dressed like this with light make-up and earrings. My hair continued to grow and I experimented with different styles. No one seemed to question my appearance and I was becoming quite comfortable in my new role.

Todd had gone away to a summer program at Cal Tech so I didn't get to see him during this time either. I wrote and explained we were moving and what a great guy he was and that maybe we could see each other again sometime.

By now Sara and I were as close as real sisters and spent much of out time together or with Lisa. She thought my transformation was great. "I always thought you looked more like a girl than a guy, I guess I was right."

My wardrobe continued to expand. By the time we moved, I had as many feminine things as Sara. After the movers loaded all of our things, we piled in the car for the two day trip east. As we left the house, I also left Michael behind. By this time I was so happy with my new life I never wanted to switch again.

The trip was relatively uneventful, just three girls on the road, stopping to eat, and at a motel for the night. The only thing I missed was not being able to go swimming in the motel pool. I don't think a stuffed swim suit would be all that convincing.

We got to our new home about lunch time the second day. It was a big Victorian house on the edge of town, away from the road and surrounded by trees. I knew I was going to like it here.

By now it was the middle of summer and we enjoyed the warm weather. The house had a large wrap around porch with a swing. It stayed shady and cool most of the time. We all enjoyed sitting outside in the evening after dinner with a cold lemonade or ice cream.

It was an idyllic time, with no stress and no worries. Mom and Sara continued to instruct me in how to be a girl. I practiced walking, talking, putting on nail polish and make-up and doing girl things in general. The one major change was the package that came to me one day in the mail. It was addressed to Michelle but didn't have a return address. I opened the box and found a pair of silicone breast forms and adhesive. Mom walked in while I was looking puzzled and cleared up the mystery. "I was surfing the Net for information about crossdressing and found a lot of ads for forms. I thought this might help you fell more feminine and natural than the foam pads. Let's go upstairs and I will help you put them on." I ran up the stairs tingling with anticipation. We read through the instructions several times before we felt ready to start. We finally got through the process and I now had breasts that felt heavy and moved when I walked or turned. There was putty-like stuff that came with them that was used to smooth the edges into the skin. She added a little make-up to blend the edges and it looked like I had real breasts! This was beyond my wildest imagination. I put my bra back on and was amazed how different I looked and felt. The new forms were a little larger than I had before, so they bulged slightly out of the cups. I put the top I was wearing back on and looked in the mirror. This was definitely an improvement.

We got to know a few people in the area over time and several of the neighbors came over to introduce themselves. The ones who lived closest had a girl a year older than me and a boy Sara's age. Amanda and I became good friends quickly. She was really cute, so my interest wasn't purely platonic. I guess I still had some of my old urges and desires. This was a little confusing and troubling to me. I guess I was going through what you would call a gender crisis. I had been really attracted to Todd and enjoyed being with him. But I was also turned on by Amanda. We clowned around and touched and hugged each other and thought nothing about it. Well, I did. Every time I would brush against her breast or touch her leg, I felt a shiver. I really liked her for a friend, but this was going to be a difficult and strange relationship. Just how strange was yet to be seen.

From our regular discussions about everything, it became obvious that Amanda was much more experienced in affairs of the heart. Considering I had had only the one experience, that wasn't saying much. Amanda went to a private all girls school just outside town. To avoid some of the apparent problems I would have in a regular school, Mom was planning on sending me there as well. That would be a teen-aged boy's dream come true. If I was a boy. I was concerned about being with teen-aged girls all day and what it would do to my ability to keep the fact that I was boy hidden.

Amanda and I spent a lot of time together. She showed me the neighborhood, the local hangouts, and all that stuff. She also filled me in on all of the available boys in the area. She was very thorough and added a lot of what appeared to be first hand details. I was a little shocked about this. She seemed like a quiet, respectable girl. Looks can be deceiving, I guess. "You really have to watch out for John Taylor," she said. "He's really cute, but he like doesn't always know when to stop." She giggled as she said this so I figured she was speaking from experience. "But over all, the guys around here are pretty nice," she said.

"I'm glad you moved in here," Amanda added, "I like having someone close I can talk to and do things with. All my friends from school live on the other side of town so I don't see them very often." She reached over and gave me a long hug and a quick kiss. I was startled by this and I pulled back slightly. She just giggled and said, "Don't get upset, going to an all girl school, you'll get used to a lot of hugging and kissing." Then she gave me a sweet smile and added, " and who knows what else." With that she leaned over and gave me a longer kiss. "I think we are going to be great friends"