The Adventures of a Former Prom Queen - An Eventful Summer: Part I

by:	Katherine Day

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Synopsis:	Perhaps no girl in the history of Carney High School had ever had such an exciting and more satisfying year of school than did Corey Sanders. She had entered her junior year as a shy boy and ended as one of the prettiest of girls. Now she would enter the world of work in the summer before her senior year, facing new excitements and troubles. A sequel to "The Prom Queen: The Story of a Lovely Boy," but this story can be read independently.
Categories:	Crossdressing / TV  School Girl
Keywords:	Prom Girl or Fancy Dance

The Adventures of a Former Prom - An Eventful Summer: Part I

(A Sequel to "The Prom Queen: A Story About a Lovely Boy")

By Katherine Day
(Copyright 2007)

1 - A Big Disappointment

Perhaps no girl in the history of Carney High School had ever had such an exciting and more satisfying year of school than did Corey Sanders. She had entered her junior year as a shy, retiring, picked-upon boy and ended the school year one of the prettiest girls ever to turn a boy's eye. She had in the course of a few months accomplished feats that few other girls ever did: becoming a talented ballerina, the sharing of the title of prom queen, the admiration of boys who were dazzled by her singular beauty and fragile femininity, the love of the most popular boy in school and becoming the older sister and daughter in a loving family.

"Is it right for anyone to have such happiness?" Corey asked as she nestled next to Mark in his car on the night before the last day of school. She rested her head upon his shoulders, gently kissing his wide, muscular neck. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that said "Property of the Green Bay Packers," his hard chest bursting the cloth, looking completely like he was already a Packer, instead of a high school boy who was already being sought out for football scholarships at top schools throughout the nation.

Mark said nothing and gently engulfed Corey's fragile body with his massive arms. Mark's calloused hands moved slowly along her soft slender arms.

What contentment, Corey thought. She was so comfortable now as a girl; it was so fitting that she should feel such peace and love.

"I love you, Mark," she said. The words surprised her; she had never told anyone that she "loved" them, except of course her mother and sisters, Ronnette and Rachel.

"And how could I not love you, Corey? You are just about the sweetest girl there is."

"Oh Mark, do you really mean it?"

He didn't answer, but drew Corey tightly against him, kissing her voraciously and passionately. Corey just melted into his protective, strong arms.

Their lovemaking was very passionate, but limited to kissing, hugging and cuddling. They had both pointedly refrained from touching each other's sexual organs, or even talking about Corey's remaining maleness. They both realized that Corey still had her penis and they both felt to acknowledge that would spoil everything. Corey felt her penis grow hard and begin to throb, and she was sure Mark's was doing the same. They were both afraid to ejaculate, and suffered in hardening pain, until they found relief and broke their embrace.

Corey hated her penis and also hated the fact that she had no vagina. She knew she was a girl in all other ways, in her slender, soft body, in her emotions and desires.

As they broke apart, Corey began to feel a sudden sadness, and some tears began forming. She leaned her head again on Mark's shoulders.

"Are you crying?" Mark asked gently.

"I guess so. Maybe tears of happiness," she lied.

Corey didn't tell Mark that she was sorry she couldn't be "all girl" for him. She knew boys like Mark wanted sex, wanted to at least run their fingers in her vagina. And all she had to offer was her cute penis, still the size of most 7th grade boys. They didn't want boy-to-boy sex. After all, Mark, like other boys in her class, saw Corey as a girl.

In truth, Corey still retained certain other male characteristics. She still struggled to keep her voice in a high, but soft, pitch, using feminine inflections, but often her voice sounded more unisexual than totally feminine. She had to shave her beard, which was light and soft, twice weekly; and, her arms began to develop more hair, as well.

In all other ways, she was feminine; her shoulders were narrow and soft, her slender arms with smooth without muscle tone and her hips were wide in proportion to her slender body. Corey, too, had mastered feminine movements and mannerisms.

"Mark, I'll miss being with you so much this summer," Corey said.

"Oh, we'll still have weekends," he said.

"Except when I have to work at K-Mart."

"And, when you're with Tanya. You spend so much time with her."

"Oh Mark, we're such good friends."

"I know, honey, but I love being with you, holding you so close to me."

Corey snuggled a bit closer now in an attempt to reassure Mark of her love for him.

Both were headed into new changes during the summer; Corey was scheduled to have her first job ever, now that Ronnette was old enough to be home alone and to care for her younger sister, Rachel. Corey's job as a stocker at a local K-Mart had excited her; she would be able to dress as a girl, or at least in a unisex style; she would be working afternoons and some evenings, only 20 hours a week, leaving her time to work mornings with Ms. Simmons assisting at her ballet camp, joined by her friend, Tanya.

Mark was working construction, a job arranged for him by an alumnus of the state university who was tacitly recruiting him to play quarterback there.

Soon they were kissing, lips pressing together, tongues meeting and entering each other's mouths. Corey loved how Mark's strong hands caressed her, massaged her soft flesh and felt so protective. In those moments, Corey felt totally female; they were the sweetest times in Corey's short life as a girl.

Suddenly, Mark drew away from Corey, almost pushing Corey away from the warm embrace, surprising the girl who had felt so comfortable in the muscular young man's arms.

"What's wrong? Did I do something to hurt you, Mark?"

Corey looked at her lover, and saw in the stream of streetlight streaming through the windshield, that his eyes were glistening with tears. Mark was silent.

"You're crying. What is it, honey?"

She took out a hanky and gently wiped his eyes, still confused as to the cause of the tears. Wear they tears of happiness, as Corey herself had experienced, or were there some other reasons involved?

"I love you Corey," Mark said, repeating the phrase he said earlier. This time he said it haltingly.

"I know that, Mark, but why the tears?"

She continued to wipe his face with her hanky, which released a slight perfumed smell as it became moistened with his tears.

"I love you, I do. And, I love your sweet smell. I keep your smell on me at night in bed; it's magic for me."

Corey's eyes are now filling with tears, too.

Mark, however, briskly removed her hand from his face, forcing her hands to be held primly in her lap.

"Corey, I must tell you something."

"Yes, tell me honey."

"Remember I love you."

"Yes?"

"But we can't date anymore," he said this quickly, quietly, almost as if he hoped the words wouldn't come to reality.

"Why?" Corey was puzzled.

"You found a real girl?" Corey asked.

"Oh no, Corey. You're my girl, my only girl, really."

They paused, both sitting apart and erect in the car.

"You know, my sweet Corey that I will be getting lots of offers for college scholarships?" he began.

"Yes, and I'm so happy for you."

"Coach called me in his office the other day, and said my dating you would cause trouble. The colleges and other players won't understand me having a girl friend who's not a real girl."

"Oh, Mark."

She flung her slender frame onto to Mark's lap, and he tenderly caressed her smooth arms and shoulders.

They clung together silently for a few moments, and then Corey said through her tears, "Mark, I understand . . . ah ah . . . I do honey."

Corey saw instantly their love could not continue; that love, that wonderful sweet, warm, love would endanger his future in football and in finding a life that would take him out of Foundry Town. No big name college would take him if they knew he had a girl friend who was still in fact a boy. That Mark had taken this same girl-boy to the junior prom could likely be explained as a courageous challenge to the system, and nothing more.

"I'll always love you, Corey. You're such a special girl."

She now rose up and their lips met and they kissed and held each other tightly for what seemed to be hours, tears running down the faces of both of them.

Later in bed alone that night, Corey curled up tightly, feeling weak and diminished and cried uncontrollably. She had dropped into bed still wearing her panties and nothing else, too tired or dismal to take time to put on her nightie. She cursed her penis as she hugged herself tightly, caressing her softness that made her such a dainty and loveable young woman. Did she really love Mark? Oh, darling, yes she did, madly. He was so kind and gentle and loving; he was so considerate and open with her.

And, Corey felt sad as she had done so many times before in her wonderment: why am I such a freak, a boy who is not quite a boy and a girl who is not a girl? How could she ever ask Mark to love her for real? Or, any boy? She cried and cried and finally slept.

Corey awoke the next morning to find her mother sitting on the side of the bed, lightly brushing Corey's hair, and saying quietly: "Time to get up, my lovely girl."

Corey snuggled tightly against her mother's thigh, feeling warmth and peace there.

"I heard you cry last night," her mother said. "And you're not in your nightie, and your eyes are all red. What's wrong, dear?"

Corey suddenly was aware of her sadness: the loss of Mark as her boy friend. She began crying again and her mother hugged her, letting the tears fall onto her mother's robe.

"I can't see Mark anymore," she sad, now beginning to cry out loud.

"Why? Did he find another girl, or what?"

"No mom," she replied between sobs. "He's got all these football scholarships. . . . and I guess dating me would be a problem."

"Oh, I see."

"Isn't it awful mom? Why wasn't I born a girl, like Ronnie?" She cried uncontrollably, resting in her mother's arms.

"Now, now, honey. I can see that, but let's not despair. You're a pretty girl, and maybe someday you'll be a complete woman."

"Oh mom, but I love him so."

Corey and her mother had been investigating sex change procedures, and they had discussed those possibilities.

"Honey, let's get through this school year. Maybe it's time to see the specialist that Mrs. Pfeifer recommended."

"Oh mom, but that's years away."

"I know, Corey, dear, but let's dry our tears now and get you to school. I want to see your grades; this is the day they pass them out, right?"

"Yes, mom. I'll be all right, I guess."

Corey wondered again what she should wear to school; it was an everyday quandary for her. During most of the school year, she had dressed modestly, wearing unisex clothes, but today she decided she'd be all girl. It was a dress-down day, so she settled on a pair of mid-thigh length shorts, no stockings, sandals and a tank top. She had painted her toe nails.

"Don't you think you're exposing too much skin for school, girl?" her mom asked.

Corey blushed, knowing that her soft, smooth body was perhaps her most fetching feminine trait.

"Wow, Corey, the guys'll be hot for you," said Ronnie.

"Now, Ronnette, don't encourage her," her mom said.

"Won't Mark be mad? And jealous, too?" Ronnie said, hitting a sensitive nerve, causing Corey to again have to hold back tears.

"Ronnie, just be quiet for now," their mother warned.

The girls then left for school, Ronnie turning left to the corner to await the school bus, and Corey to the right. Today, the bright, warm greens of a sunny June morning should have brought joy to her heart, but for Corey there was only sadness. There was no Mark waiting down the block to escort her to school, on their last day before summer vacation. Corey felt tears welling up, but she fought it back, carrying herself with great dignity to school.

When she was within a block of school, she saw Michael approaching her. She liked Michael; indeed, he was the first boy who treated her like a girl and she even felt great affection for him. Corey, however, was in no mood to talk to him; she was still stung over her rejection from Mark, and wasn't sure what she'd say to Michael.

She slowed her walk, hoping he'd not see her, but it was too late. He saw her, and changed his direction to head her off on her trek to the school entrance. She'd have to talk to him.

"Aren't you pretty this morning?" said Michael, making more of a statement than asking a question.

"Hi Michael." Corey had grown so fond of this tall, gawky, somewhat nerdy boy. His face was pimply and his limbs seemed to be out of control as he walked or talked. He wore shorts this morning, due to the heat of the day, exposing knobby knees and skinny lower legs.

"You dressing to lure the teachers to give you a good grade?" he teased.

"No, I just felt like dressing real femme for the last day," he said.

"Well, you really look great."

Corey merely nodded slightly.

"What's wrong?" It was obvious Michael could see Corey was distressed.

"Nothing. Just worried about my grades," she lied.

"No, something's wrong. I can tell."

Michael was really a very smart boy, in spite of his nerdy, awkward appearance. He could read Corey like a book.

"Nothing," Corey lied again.

"OK," Michael gave up. "You can tell me later."

"You're sweet Michael," she replied, giving his arm an affectionate pat as they walked into the building.

"Have you been crying? You're eyes are all red," commented Carol as they moved from their second hour class to third hour ballet. "Is it your grades, honey?"

Corey looked at her inquisitively. "What? My grades? Oh no, they're OK," she responded. "Something else."

Corey grades so far were indeed good, an "A" in English and a "B+" in U.S. history. She was peeved, to be truthful, at not getting an "A" in history, but she put that off to Mr. Scanlon being such a conservative; he had openly shown his disgust at Corey's run for prom queen.

"What 'something else?'" Carol persisted.

"I'll tell you later. I'd rather not talk about it."

Carol's curiosity was aroused; that was certain. But Corey knew Carol to be so considerate and understanding that she wouldn't press the matter, knowing Corey would tell her in good time.

As sad as Corey felt, she couldn't help but be cheered by the reception she got as she and Carol entered the room for the 20-minute grade- signing session. The girls in the class all stood up as she entered and clapped and hooted.

Corey blushed, reddening totally, and quickly found her seat, burying her head in her hands and beginning to cry. These, however, were cries of cheer.

"Girls," Ms. Simmons said, once the class quieted. "This has been the best group of girls I ever had. This has been our most successful class, and each and every girl here deserves an 'A'."

They began cheering again.

"Never have I had a group that worked together better," she continued. "I heard very little gossiping or fighting among you girls.

"And the way you rallied around Corey, our newest girl in class, is to be commended. And, Corey herself is a credit to our school. She has overcome great obstacles, and in that effort she helped all of us do better, both as young women and as dancers."

Tanya, who was the recognized leader among the girls, arose then, and went to Corey's side, assisting her in standing before the class.

"Hooray for Corey," she said, holding Corey's hand up high.

Now Corey cried outloud and shamelessly. The girls all began laughing, and soon Corey's crying changed to laughter, too. It was an exquisite moment, to be so appreciated as a girl by these girls.

Corey got an "A," as did most of the class. Ms. Simmons said she'd have trouble explaining that to the principal, who felt there had to be an even distribution of grades. She felt that they all deserved good marks for this very special season.

As the class ended, and despite the good cheer exuded by the other girls, Corey tried to duck out of the class. She just didn't want to talk to many persons, even her good friends. But, Tanya caught up to her, grabbing her arm roughly, and with her strength forcing Corey to turn around.

"What's going on here?" she demanded.

"Nothing."

"Damn you. After all we've been through together, and you can tell your closet friend."

Her bright blue eyes blazed with insistence, her firm grip capturing Corey's slender arms, making it impossible for her to get away.

Corey started to cry again, and Tanya drew her toward her chest, letting Corey sob without comment. After a few moments, the warning bell rang again for the next class session, and Tanya let her go with the command: "I'll meet you at the front entrance at the end of classes, and you better be there, little girl."

"Ok," Corey said, drying her tears.

At noon, when the school session ended for the day, some students still lingered on the steps of the main entrance; many comparing grades, others still getting last minute signatures on their yearbooks. Corey didn't bring hers on this day, remembering verbatim the words written by Mark in her yearbook, right next to his homeroom class picture: "To the loveliest and prettiest girl in school, Love and Kisses, Mark."

Actually, Corey had many entries in the book, also calling her "prettiest," "the sweetest prom queen," and "beautiful girl." But Mark's entry was special, of course. Now, she wondered, as she waited on the steps to Tanya whether she would tear that page out of her book.

"How were the grades, Corey," puffed Jason, the chubby lad who once tried to bully Corey, but had soon become a friend, supporter in her campaign for prom queen and the boy friend of Carol, her friend in ballet class.

"Oh, Hi, Jason. OK, I guess."

"Only OK? I bet you got all 'A's.'"

She smiled. "I guess you're almost right. Got one 'B' in history."

"Ah Mr. Rightwing Conservative," Jason commiserated.

Jason also got nearly all "A's," except for a "B" in physical education. "Coach doesn't think I'm much of an athlete," he said. "Guess I better lose some weight."

He jiggled his belly in a good-humored manner. Jason had become the court jester of the campaign team that got Corey elected prom queen in May in a hotly contested and highly controversial election. Local television and the newspaper covered the election, because Corey was the first boy who had ever run for the position. The race ended in a tie with Pang Xiong, and the junior class agreed to have two queens. Though a boy, there was no mistaking Corey's beauty and femininity and she made a lovely queen. Jason had helped in that campaign and began dating Carol, Corey's ballet classmate.

Tanya arrived, breathing heavily, her words rushing out: "I thought I'd be late, and Mark would be here to take you home."

"No, he's not taking me home," Corey said in a low, colorless voice.

"Where is he?" Jason asked.

"I don't know," Corey said. "I'm walking home."

"What? No, you're not," said Tanya.

"Sure, I don't mind. I want to walk alone."

"Damn you Corey," Tanya said. "I'm getting fed up with you. You've been crying. You're eyes are red. And, Mark's not taking you home, as he always does."

Corey remained silent, and made as if to begin walking home, but this time Jason stopped her. "Have you two broken up? Had a fight?"

"No, we haven't fought," Corey replied.

"Then where is he?" Tanya insisted.

Corey began to cry again. It seems that was all she was doing that day. Corey felt pathetic.

Finally Tanya grabbed Corey by the arm, and began to lead her to the parking lot, telling Jason that she would take Corey home. Jason said as he parted: "Corey, we all love you. We're your friends, so call any of us if you need help."

Corey stopped walking, turned to Jason and said: "You're really so sweet, all of you. I'm sorry to get you all involved. Bye, Jason."

On the way home in the car, Corey finally told Tanya the whole story. Her immediate reaction was: "The bastard."

"No, Tanya. He's got a promising career. It would be ruined if the colleges found out he was dating a freak like me."

"I thought he loved you?"

"I love him, I know that. But, he's a boy, a normal boy, who really needs a real girl, a girl like you with a vagina. I'm not a girl. I got a cock, even if it is a small, sissy cock."

"You're a girl to me," Tanya said. "And now I think everyone thinks you're a girl. You are really so much more feminine than I am, honey."

Tanya stopped the car in the parkway, and said: "Want to just sit here and talk for a few minutes?" Corey leaned closer to Tanya, nodding yes, putting her hand on Tanya's firm forearm.

Tanya placed her hand over Corey's, began massaging it gently. Corey laid her head on Tanya's shoulder in response and soon the two were in each other's arms. Corey felt so warm and protected in Tanya's strong arms, her head now nestling on the more athletic girl's firm breasts.

"It feels so good to be in your arms," Corey said.

The two now looked into each other's eyes and Corey was surprised to see Tanya's bright blue eyes glistening with moistness.

"And I love to hold you so tightly, my dear Corey, my darling Corey, my sweet feminine Corey."

They now kissed, a cautious but deeply passionate kiss, lingering on each other's lips. Tanya's lips were moist; she wore only natural lipstick and it tasted sweet, almost like a peach flavor. Tanya's larger, firmer body was smooth and firm and she smelled of soap.

Corey knew her own lipstick was more bright colored and perhaps more tasty; her perfume was subtle, but most feminine.

"I could stay here forever in your arms, kissing you," Corey said as they parted.

"Oh my yes. I want you so badly, my girl," Tanya replied.

Corey had long felt close to Tanya, and had wanted to renew an embrace and kisses they had shared a few months earlier. At that time, Tanya had said she wanted to have Corey as a girl friend, not a boy friend.

Tanya's right hand now worked on Corey's thighs, caressing it gently, moving under her skirt, carefully avoiding the penis, which, though tiny, was now erect and hard. Corey's passion was growing strong and she was fearful that hated male body part would ejaculate all over Tanya's car.

"You love me as a girl?" Corey asked, confirming her thoughts. "You don't want me to fuck you as a boy."

"Oh honey, no, I want you only as a girl. I don't ever want a man's penis in me."

"But I'm not a girl," Corey protested. "I feel I am a girl, but I got this penis."

"Oh, Corey, you're a girl. No doubt. God you're so pretty."

"Oh Tanya, I'm so confused. I so love Mark, and I wish he could really fuck me, in my real vagina. And, I know he would want me to be a real girl."

"But, he's left you," she said. "Don't you love me?"

"Oh yes, Tanya, I do. I want to kiss you all over, be in your arms."

"Me too, honey."

"And, Tanya, I don't desire to fuck you. I only want to be your girl friend."

"You mean like lesbians?"

Corey didn't answer right away, finally responding, "I guess so. That's sounds so wrong to me. Yet, I want it that way."

"My lesbian lover," Tanya said now drawing Corey closely to her and beginning a long passionate French kiss, their tongues playing together in and out of each others' mouths.

"You think you're a lesbian?" Corey asked.

"I think so. I don't seem to get turned on by boys. When Michael and I dated, I didn't enjoy his kisses half as much as yours. And, I see you as a girl."

"Did you ever kiss another girl before, like this?"

"Not like this, but I did feel love for a camp counselor last summer. And, we kissed. She was a big strong girl, not at all feminine like you."

"Oh? Did she come on to you?"

"Yes, and I loved it, but we couldn't meet much, so we only kissed a few times, briefly. We were watched too closely."

"So you think you're lesbian?"

"Yeah. It's making life difficult. My mom and dad wonder why I don't date much; they say I am pretty but that I don't do much to draw the interest of boys."

"How would they react if they knew you were lesbian?"

Tanya paused for a minute, didn't answer the question, and began kissing Corey again. After a few moments she broke the kiss off, saying, "We better go."

"Oh they're pretty liberal thinkers," Tanya replied. "They vote Democratic and support gay rights and all that, but the knowledge that their only child, their daughter, was lesbian and would never provide grandchildren may make it tough."

"Oh Tanya, we're both in such a confused state."

2 - A Fight at the Party

Tanya's parents were hosting an "end of the school year" party for the ballet class members and their friends, and Tanya had suggested that Corey sleep over at Tanya's that night; her parents, of course, knew of Corey's transgender nature and had supported her quest for prom queen. Tanya said they'd not disapprove of Corey's overnight stay, although Corey would have to sleep in the family's guest room.

"They might have hoped that you'd revert to a boy, sneak into my room and give them those grandkids," Tanya laughed.

"Aren't you inviting Michael, too," Corey asked of Tanya, since the two had been doing some casual dating.

"No, I figured since you'll be without Mark, maybe we could be each other's partners."

"Oh Tanya, don't worry about me. Michael's a nice boy, and he was so important to the class in the prom queen contest."

"I know. Maybe I'll call him, see if he wants to come. No, not as a date, just as a friend."

"Good," Corey smiled.

Corey giggled. She loved being a girl, and right now she enjoyed resting her slender, soft body in the firm arms of another girl and enjoying her warm kisses. But lingering back in her thoughts was her unrequited love for a boy, her sweet, strong Mark. To be so loved was such a sweet feeling; to be a girl was so marvelous, but, oh, she still was not the complete girl she so desired being.

"You really are so deliciously lovely," Tanya said, as they parted and Corey left her car and entered her home.

As it happened, Michael was only too happy to be invited to the party and he called Corey that night, suggesting he pick her up. Corey agreed that would be a good idea, since it relieved Tanya of interrupting her party planning to pick Corey up.

Of all the boys in school, Michael was perhaps the kindest and sweetest boy, Corey felt. He was always so considerate, but as she and Tanya had commented: "He's so funny looking. He never seems to have the right clothes on, or is it something else."

They both giggled about Michael. He was indeed such an awkward nerd, but they both chastised themselves because such a nice boy didn't deserve such criticism.

"He'll probably turn out to be a big computer whiz and marry some Hollywood star and make us all look silly," Tanya said, with a laugh.

"Then we'll both be sorry we didn't marry him," Corey giggled.

Like the girl she was quickly becoming, Corey found the decisions each day of what clothes to wear becoming more and more perplexing. Boys, she was beginning to realize, had it simple: throw on briefs, a tee shirt, a pair of jeans, a shirt and socks with the same old running shoes and that was it.

"Oh I love how I look in this," she said that Saturday night, while dressing for Tanya's party. She had put on a short canary-colored camisole that exposed part of her tummy and a pair of mid-thigh length green shorts.

"No, Corey, not that," she heard her sister Ronnie say as she entered Corey's bedroom.

"Why not?"

"That's slutty. The boys will all be after you."

Corey smiled, recognizing that she truly did have an exquisite body, her smooth lovely shoulders and pretty arms coupled with her bare flesh of her tummy making her most enticing to the high school boys whose testosterone were growing active.

"Oh, I'll cover with this blouse," Corey said, putting on a white male shirt, which she'd leave untucked. With her sandals and bare, trim legs, she'd look pretty, but not like a sex-pot, she thought.

"OK," Ronnie said. "That's better."

Ronnie was Corey's 13-year-old sister, who actually was the same size as Corey; Ronnie had become quite a tomboy, and had assumed the chores that a boy would usually handle in a household, like mowing the lawn or shoveling the snow. She was indeed stronger than Corey.

In Corey's transition from being a wimpy boy into a lovely girl, Ronnie at first had been horrified at her brother's growing femininity, but more recently she had begun to treat Corey as her sister. The two shared clothes, including bras; Ronnie's athletic young body had developed cute "A" cup breasts, and with Corey's undeveloped upper body, Ronnie's bras fit perfectly.

Ronnie brushed Corey's dark blonde hair, which now flowed to her shoulders, and tied the hair in the back.

"You're so cute, Corey," Ronnie said.

Corey blushed, and Ronnie continued: "I'll never be as pretty as you. I'm so proud of you, sis." She gave Corey a light kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, you'll be a pretty girl, don't you worry," Corey said, only half believing it. Corey's soft facial features fit into a thin head, while Ronnie was brown-haired, round faced and freckled.

The fact was that Ronnie's good spirit and intelligence would carry her far; in many ways she may the most beautiful girl in the family as she grows older.

Michael surprised the family when he arrived to pick Corey up. He was dressed in stylish washed-out jeans, a satin blue blouse which was opened partly exposing budding hair on his chest. He wore a golden necklace, the type boys wear, which sparkled.

"Don't you look nice?" Corey said, not disguising her astonishment at seeing this once nerdy boy looking so marvelously dressed, appearing almost chic..

"My sister helped me dress up," he said. "She said I always embarrassed her, so I let her choose my clothes."

"She did a good job," Ronnie interjected. "I even helped Corey."

"That's what little sisters are for," Corey laughed.

"I wanted to look nice for you, Corey," Michael explained as they drove in his parent's car to the party. "I know how sad you feel about Mark."

Corey's eyes began briefly to fill up, but she stopped any tears from falling. "That's so sweet of you, Michael. You're such a dear friend."

Corey patted Michael's forearm and, at the next stop sign, the boy took his right hand off the wheel and grabbed Corey's left hand for a short while, awaiting the traffic light change. His hand was large, somewhat calloused, but exuded a warmth that was welcoming to Corey. She responded by gently placing her right hand on Michael's forearm, in a gesture of affection. Instinctively, Corey shifted her knees so that her thighs moved toward Michael and her lower legs tilted away. She knew Michael must have been excited to see her thighs were bare and viewable from the end of her shorts.

The moment was short, as Michael had to resume his driving, but Corey soon realized that Michael now considered her to be a girl, and a most lovely one at that. Corey was about to cry; her heart was still with Mark, and she didn't want to mislead the marvelous boy, Michael. She removed her hand from Michael's forearm.

Corey was beginning to realize that most virile men she would encounter if she continued onto womanhood would find her a most sensual and attractive women, full of feminine charms. The thought was so exciting; yet, she knew it would be frightening, too.

And it was also confusing. As she sat next to Michael in the car, feeling his warmth and young man's presence next to her, she felt truly female; yet, her penis, tucked between her thighs, was hard, and almost painful. This had been happening more often as she interacted with another person in a sensual way; it happened when Tanya showed affection to her; it had happened often when she was in Mark's arms, and now with Michael.

"You're so pretty," Michael said, as they continued their drive to Tanya's house in the wealthy part of town.

"Thank you, Michael. You're so sweet to say that."

The car was stopped for another light, and Corey gave Michael and friendly peck on his cheek; she could smell the spicy aroma of his aftershave lotion, which intoxicated her a bit, causing her lips to linger on his cheeks.

Suddenly, there was a horn honking. The light had changed.

"Oh shit," Michael said. "It's green," and he moved the car forward.

"Corey, honey, I know you still care for Mark, but I'd like to be your friend."

She began to tear up, and hesitated in your remarks.

"I am Michael, and you're my dearest friend. Thank you."

"I'll always be here for you."

There was silence, and Michael continued: "As your friend for now. I won't press myself on you."

"Oh Michael, you're so sweet. A girl couldn't have a nicer friend."

Already cars had filled Tanya's parent's driveway, and Michael had to balance his care precariously next to a ditch along the rural road, requiring Corey to exit out the driver's side. Michael was solicitous and gentlemanly, in assisting Corey to exit in a most lady-like fashion.

"Aren't you sweet looking today?" said Carol, a member of the school's ballet group who had been Corey's strongest backer as she attempted to become the first "boy" to be in the corps d'ballet. She was there with Jason, the two having become an "item" among the junior class. Jason had also worked on Corey's campaign for prom queen; he was a somewhat chubby lad whose mischievous nature and quick wit had brought laughter to the group on many occasions. It was apparent he had lost some weight as part of Carol's campaign to have him tone his body a bit.

"You are too," Corey replied, quickly noting that Carol's tightly fitting blue shorts and sequined tee shirt exposed the girl's somewhat fleshy body in a most alluring way.

Corey's appearance with Michael created a buzz in the room, since some of the ballet class girls had only heard of Mark's dropping of Corey as his girl friend upon their arrival at the party.

"Yes," Carol said. "You're still the prettiest girl in the place."

"I think so, too," said Michael.

Carol looked at Michael, smiling and saying: "And aren't you handsome today?"

"Yes he is," Corey agreed, taking Michael's hand.

Soon Corey was out at the family's pool, joined by several other girls, Michael and Jason having drifted off with several other boys to do their "boy talk."

"How could he do that do you?" Corey was asked by Tracy, one of the girls of her ballet class, again bringing up Mark and his apparent "dumping" of Corey. Tracy had joined Carol who was sitting with Corey.

Corey at first didn't answer, feeling she wanted to cry, and the girl said: "Corey, dear, I'm sorry. You don't need to say anything."

Corey, in a dainty motion, wiped her eyes, and finally replied, "Oh that's OK. You've all been so kind to me."

Tracy waited, and Corey explained: "It's just that both of us thought it was for the best at this time. I need time to do my summer jobs, and get ready for school next year, and maybe college."

That explanation didn't seem to satisfy, and Corey continued: "Besides, he's got all sorts of colleges hanging around, looking at him for football. I'd be a distraction."

Carol laughed: "I think most boys would like that kind of distraction."

Everyone laughed. Corey even smiled, realizing that she was now accepted as a girl by her friends, having been initiated in the group whose boy friends have "dumped" them. Despite her sadness, Corey felt so comforted being with her girl friends.

The party ended after a cookout, in which Tanya's dad was the chef, making hamburgers and hotdogs; her mom had made some delicious dips and the teenagers feasted heaving, gathering about the pool, some putting on sweaters, since the early June day still had a spring chill. In Wisconsin, many persons didn't get to use their pools until the 4th of July, the water taking so long to warm up.

Corey had curled up on chaise lounge, thinking about her summer ahead as a young woman. Her bare legs had begun to get cold, goose bumps covering her legs. She tucked them under her. Michael had gone off somewhere and Corey was thankful for a few moments of peace, and was still thinking of being held in Mark's strong arms.

"Bet you could use this," said a boy's voice.

She looked up at saw Kevin Witalski, a dark-haired lad of medium height who had a full head of heavy black hair, brushed back and a pock-marked face. He was carrying a beach robe which he placed over Corey's legs, before she could answer.

"Thank you," she said. "That was sweet."

"You looked lonely here," he said.

"Oh that's OK. I was just thinking."

"Sorry to hear about you and Mark."

"Oh, that's OK. He's still my friend."

The two exchanged some small talk about what they were doing this summer. Finally, Kevin, who was flexing his considerable arm muscles that framed his polo shirt, said: "You know Corey I'd like to ask you out sometime, like to the beach. You'd be knockout in a bikini, I bet."

Corey suddenly realized this boy was trying to get her to date him. It was flattering, and his remark about how she'd look in a bikini excited her.

"Oh I don't know, Kevin. Let's see how the summer goes."

"OK, I didn't want you to be lonely. I broke up with Susan, you know."

Susan was one of the graduating seniors in the ballet class, and Kevin also was a senior.

"I'm sorry about you and Susan, and I won't be lonely, Kevin. I have a job and my ballet to do. Thank you anyway."

"Just wanted you to know that I'm around, Corey. I think we'd have fun together."

Corey thought she detected a wink as he said it, an evil mischievous one at that. She didn't like this boy at all; he always seemed to be full of himself, in a macho way, in which he seemed to be saying to girls: "Here I am: the answer to your girlish dreams."

All Corey could say in answer was, "I guess so, but I'm busy this summer."

Just then, Michael returned carrying two diet drinks, and Kevin looked at Michael saying, "You busy with this loser?"

"What loser?" Michael asked, glaring at Kevin, handing the drinks to Corey.

"You. Queenie," he mocked Michael.

Corey was frightened now. She put the two drinks down on the pool deck and sat up, her slender body now shivering as the two boys confronted each other.

"Stop bothering Corey," Michael said in a weak, quivering voice. He was not used to facing conflicts like this.

"Stop bothering Corey," Kevin mimicked in a mincing tone.

Corey now was so shamed, as she noticed others in the group gathering around, attracted by what appeared to be a growing fight.

She got up, moving to Michael's side, grasping his arm, which was harder and more muscular than it appeared, trying to soothe the situation. "Oh, Michael, he was being nice, just brought me this robe to cover my legs."

"He's not nice," Michael said, freeing himself from Kevin's grasp, and moving toward Kevin.

"But I'm more of a man than you'll ever be," he said to Michael.

"Just move on, Kevin," he replied, pushing himself toward Kevin. "She doesn't want to be bothered with you."

"And who's going to make me? You? That's a laugh," Kevin glared back.

"Oh Michael, don't!" Corey pleaded, realizing that Michael was showing an anger she never saw before. It was obvious that Michael was jealous about the attention Corey was getting from other boys, and that he now wanted to show his own manhood.

Corey rushed to his side, trying to stop what appeared to be the beginning of a fight right there at Tanya's party. She was so embarrassed now, as the whole party started toward the area.

"Yes, I am. Now get out of here, Kevin." Michael pushed Kevin hard in his chest.

Kevin and Michael were the same height, but Kevin outweighed Michael, who was gangly and awkward, by at least 50 pounds, and it was all muscle. Corey was now so afraid for Michael; he'd be hurt, and she tried to get between them, but it was too late.

Michael's push did little to move Kevin, who merely grabbed Michael's left arm and tried to bend it behind him, but Michael's strength was more than he bargained for and the two grappled in a slow motion stalemate for a moment.

Corey was now crying, "Please Kevin. Michael. Stop."

Her cries seemed to only spur Kevin on as he tried to push Michael down, but Michael refused to move, perhaps his adrenalin fueling an unusual strength, and the two grappled.

"Fight. Fight. Fight." Corey heard some of the others yelling, as they gathered about.

"Stop." Corey yelled again.

Kevin's superior strength was beginning to wear on Michael, as the two held on two each other. Suddenly Kevin pushed hard, and Michael fell back, but not before he was able to send a leg between Kevin's legs, and as Michael fell, Kevin lost his balance and fell headlong into the pool with a huge splash.

Corey was now crying full blast; she was aghast at the violence she just saw, and she ran to Michael's side, as he was getting up and into a sitting position after falling to the deck. The others helped the sopping-wet Kevin from the pool, and Tanya's father broke into the scene.

"What happened here?" he asked.

Corey explained through her sobs, "Michael was defending me from Kevin who was bothering me. And Kevin challenged Michael, and Kevin lost his balance and fell in the pool."

Tanya followed into the scene, explaining to her dad that Kevin wasn't invited to the party and that he had come merely to harass Susan, who was his former girl friend.

Tanya then came to Corey and then hugged her, saying, "You poor thing." Corey welcomed the warm embrace from her friend, feeling such comfort from her sturdy body. She now wanted to cry so badly, but held back the tears.

She left Tanya's arms, and went back to Michael. "You're so sweet, so strong."

Michael was in shock, himself. "I've never done that before, got into a fight. I'm sorry I did that, but I didn't like the way he was looking at you."

"Oh Michael," Corey said, hugging him now, her tears ended, and feeling affection for this boy who had wanted to protect her honor. Tanya joined them in a three-way embrace. They had all become such warm friends.

Kevin was escorted away by Tanya's father, and given some dry clothes, and left the party.

Corey was now realizing that her life as a girl - a pretty one - was putting her into the spotlight and that this was not to be the last of approaches from leering males. She was not sure she could handle this.

And also, she was finding herself feeling warmth in the embraces of another boy besides Mark, as well as in the embraces of Tanya, her girl friend. Oh Mark, she thought, why couldn't he remain as her boy friend; she loved him so, and to welcome the arms of another boy like Michael just didn't seem right.

What am I? She mused. A slut? She hoped not.

3 - The Aftermath

"Wasn't Michael brave?" Corey said to Tanya as they lay together on Tanya's bed that evening after the party had ended. Her voice was soft and pensive.

The two girls were sprawled on their tummies on a bed cover of green and gold, with the "G" symbol of the Green Bay Packers emblazoned in the middle. Tanya's room was certainly a girl's room in many respects with a white draped vanity and fluffy curtains, but it also carried a sports theme, like that of a boy's. She and her father had enjoyed many times tossing footballs and baseballs about, and Tanya was easily as accomplished an athlete as most boys.

Tanya turned to Corey, and ran a light finger across Corey's forehead, as if to brush a loose hair to the side, and smiled at her lovely companion. Corey was wearing a short cotton red nightie with spaghetti straps, her femininity glowing so truly from the simplicity of the gown; Tanya wore a cami over shorts, her strong firm arms a contrast to Corey's slender, smooth arms.

The friendship between the two was readily obvious, Tanya's large hands displaying gentleness as Corey submitted to her friend's light caresses with joy.

"He's a sweet boy," Tanya agreed, "but I never thought he'd stand up to that Kevin."

"And all to protect me."

"Yes, he's your knight in shining armor now."

They both laughed.

"I know," Corey continued. "He was really the first boy who befriended me, except for Mark, of course."

"And Dennis, too," Tanya reminded her of the college friend whom she he met in one of her first trips to a mall dressed as a girl.

"Oh Tanya, I don't know what I'm to do. I love Mark so much, and he can't have me. So many boys seem to like me, and, Tanya, I love you so much."

"Pretty girls like you will never lack for boy friends, or . . ." she paused, "even girl friends like me."

Tanya now leaned her face toward Corey, kissing her lightly on the lips. Soon the two were in a heavy embrace, their legs linking and entangling. Corey felt her penis grow hard and begin to pain as they two embraced and kissed passionately. Corey's soft slender body seemed to be engulfed by the stronger larger girl.

"Oh we shouldn't do this," Tanya said quickly, pulling away. "I felt you grow so hard."

"Ahhhhhhhh," Corey sighed, turning on her back away from Tanya, but still placing a slender hand on Tanya's smooth hips. Her hard-on weakened.

"Corey, I have never loved anyone like I love you now," Tanya said, her hand continuing to brush lightly on Corey's blonde hair.

"Oh, this is so weird," Corey agreed. "What are we to do?"

"I want you as a girl, Corey. You know that. I don't want your manhood."

"I don't want my manhood either, Tanya. I want to be a girl, just a girl."

"I guess there's still some boy in you, Corey," she said, rubbing her cheek.

"You feeling my beard? I have to shave every other day now. Oh, how I hate it! And, my legs and arms, too."

"But you're a girl is so many ways, honey," Tanya said, raising herself enough to lean over and kiss Corey lightly on the lips.

"I don't feel like a boy, and I'm so weak. My little sister is stronger than me," Corey said chuckling. "She beats me in wrestling already."

"You're the prettiest girl I know," Tanya said, beginning to kiss her again.

There was a loud rap on the door, and then the sound of Tanya's father saying: "It's 2 a.m. Don't you two girls think it's time to get some sleep, and Corey to go to the guest room?"

"Oh come in, daddy, we're just talking."

Slowly he opened the door; he was in pajamas, a silky silvery set with a cardinal University of Wisconsin logo on the upper pocket. He was tall, broad shouldered with the body of the tight end he had been in college. Now, a prominent attorney and active Democrat, he had a broad, lightly creased face with a broken nose that seemed to add to his attractiveness.

"We're talking about how brave Michael was," Tanya told her father. Corey had already gotten off the bed and had put on a light blue robe that Tanya had loaned her; it was far too large, but it helped shield her body from Tanya's father's gaze.

"He was," her father said. "Sometimes bravery comes from the most unlikely sources, doesn't it?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hutchinson. It was all over me," Corey interjected.

"Oh, you can't help being such a pretty young lady," he said with a smile.

"Good night Tanya, and Mr. Hutchinson," Corey said as she turned to leave the room.

"Hold on a minute, Corey," he said. "I know you're headed for some difficult times ahead, if you continue in this direction of becoming a girl."

"Yes, sir."

"Tanya's mother, you know, is a strong supporter of gay rights and feminist causes, and she might be able to help you out."

"Yes, Corey," Tanya interjected. "She is and she has watched you this school year and was so impressed to see what you did."

"You're quite a girl," her father said. "Anyway, we'd like to talk to you in the morning about this business. To help you. That's if you want us to."

"Oh daddy, that would be so sweet."

Corey nodded, not knowing how to answer.

"We'll not sleep too late then, daddy," Tanya said, getting out of bed to give him a daughterly peck on his cheek.

Though Corey's legs had become firm and strong through her work in the ballet, they retained a soft appearing, smooth quality. Her slender feet led to trim ankles and calves that showed none of the sinews that some dancers developed, retaining a loveliness that others had commented upon.

The next morning, she put on the pair of denim shorts that Tanya had loaned her, a pair that the larger girl had outgrown in 9th Grade, and they fit perfectly, exposing her equally fetching thighs. She topped that off with her bra and a light blue camisole; her hair now flowed to her delicate shoulders.

"Oh, you look good enough to eat," Tanya said, bursting into the guest room as they both prepared to go down to have breakfast with her parents.

Corey blushed. "I better put on a shirt over this cami," she said.

"Not for me, you don't have to, but you better for daddy." Tanya's eyes gave up a slight twinkle.

Tanya wore a pair of tennis shorts and an oversized white tee-shirt to cover her large, firm body. Her short hair was tightly formed against her head and she wore a pair of simple pearl earrings. She looked like the muscular female tennis players that Corey had seen on television.

"Oh Tanya, I like you so much," Corey said, as the two embraced, their lips meeting.

Corey wanted to say "love," but the words just didn't sound right. She felt submerged in the hard arms of the bigger girl, and it felt so good. Corey's tiny penis was hardening again.

"You're crying," Corey said to Tanya after a few moments of embrace.

"I want to be with you so much, Corey," Tanya said as her tears subsided. "But it's so wrong. We're both freaks."

"Oh honey, we're just different," Corey said, now brushing the back of Tanya's head in a motherly fashion.

"No, we're freaks. I'm a girl but I'll never be as much a girl as you are! My parents are so disappointed, thinking I'll never be a mother and give them grandchildren."

Tanya tears continued, and Corey responded: "Oh sister, they're so proud of you. You're a tremendous student and a warm friend."

"I love you so much, Corey," and the two embraced, hands tenderly caressing each other.

Together, Corey thought, we'll be strong, able to weather a world that never seems ready to understand how one of them, Tanya, born a girl, was more like a man and how the other, Corey, born a boy, was really a girl.

The next morning, at breakfast, Tanya's mother, who told Corey to call her "Emily," apologized for what she was about to say. "I'm intruding into your life, Corey, and if I say something you don't like, or don't want me to continue, please tell me."

Mrs. Hutchinson was herself a tall, but more slender version of her daughter; both were dishwater blondes with pale Nordic complexions. Despite their obvious athleticism, both evoked a tenderness and gentleness that softened their manners.

"No go ahead, Mrs. Hutchinson . . . err, Emily."

"You know, dear," Emily began. "You are a truly lovely young lady, and if you are to continue in the change from boy to girl, you're headed for lots of difficult times."

Corey nodded, not knowing where this was going.

"What you do, of course, is your business," Emily continued. "But Martin, my husband, and I are truly fond of you, and we know how Tanya feels about you as well. And, we don't want to do anything to hurt you."

Corey blushed, nodding her head again, and looking at the three family members.

"We know that you're apparently going to continue your senior year as a girl," she said. "But as you look to the future, you have to think about jobs, about your family life will be and other things. You've been fortunate, so far, to have a supportive mother and sisters and lots of friends and a good open-minded school environment."

"I know, I've been so happy to have a friend like Tanya," Corey said.

"And many others," Tanya piped up. "And that's a credit to the lovely, warm and smart person you are."

"That's exactly why we'd like to help you out, Corey," Mrs. Hutchinson said. "You have great talents and you have the right to a happy and successful life."

"Thank you," Corey said.

"But, you know, Corey, that when you get out into the working world and out of this school environment, you'll face some terrible problems as you change. Many people won't understand, some will be absolutely hateful and some may become violent and you will be discriminated against."

Mr. Hutchinson then added: "You know transgendered people have been killed, and you would have trouble defending yourself."

Corey was fully aware that the very fragility that made her so feminine also put her at risk; she was not strong enough to challenge physical assaults from most people.

Mrs. Hutchinson then explained that because of her interest in civil rights laws that she would be happy to provide whatever advice Corey might like if she continued with the desire to live as a female. Furthermore, she explained to Corey, she knew a number of people in the gay rights movement who could also provide assistance, such as the processes of changing genders.

"But, this is all I will say about this now, Corey," Tanya's mother said. "I want to get permission from your mother to discuss this with you. I know she is a single mom, and your family resources are not as great as many."

Corey was quiet for a moment, and the three Hutchinson family members looked at her, before she finally said: "I think my mom would like that. She's become very understanding about me. And, I think she likes me as a girl."

"I want you to tell you mother to call me, if she wishes, and she and I will talk. Is that OK with you Corey?"

"I think she'll welcome that," Corey said.

Sitting here in a comfortable dining area, with the June morning sun streaming in the window in a friendly setting among people who loved her, Corey suddenly felt a moment of fright. What a weird feeling!

On Monday, Corey would enter the working world for the first time, as a 17-year-old girl in the unforgiving role as a stock employee of a discount store. The fears mentioned by the Hutchinson family suddenly became real to her.

She sat quietly for a moment, reflecting on her summer ahead, wondering whether it would bring joy and peace or fear and horrors.

(To be continued)