I was born twenty-five years ago in Portland, Oregon. My parents were middle class people, and my Dad owned a small business that did all right but just never seemed to take off the way some small businesses do. I was one of three children, two girls and me, the only son. Mom always made a fuss over my sisters, but never seemed to have time for me, and Dad was always busy trying to find ways to make the business more profitable.

I always seemed to be an outsider, not only with my family but with the other kids, as well. I wasn't very good at sports, so I was always the last one picked for a team, and soon even that stopped as I always dropped the ball in baseball, fumbled it in football, and couldn't dribble worth a damn in basketball. To tell you how bad I was, in gym class I was the only kid that didn't need a note to sit out the class. The coach just gave up on me after he tried everything he could think of to motivate me, including ridicule. The only activity that interested me was cheerleading, but that was an all girl activity at my school, and I had enough humiliation without trying to get on the squad.

At home I would stay in my room most of the time, playing video games or doing my homework. I did leave the room when my sisters had their girlfriends over. Most of them were on the pep squad, and since I couldn't join them there, I tried my best to join them when they came to our house.

I envied the girls so much, including my sisters. They got to wear such pretty clothes, and those cheerleading outfits were simply gorgeous. I think the girls all knew that I wasn't like the other boys because they never made fun of me and, in fact, treated me like one of the girls. They asked my opinions on some of their outfits, and even ask me what I thought of certain boys. Just like I was one of them.

Sally, one of my sisters, got Mom to agree to let her have a sleep over one weekend when Dad had to go out of town. Mom gave her some rules to follow, such as how many girls, no boys popping over, sleep by two A.M. at the latest, and all the girls had to clean up any mess that was made. Nothing had been said about me; I still don't know to this day if Mom did that on purpose. Mom said that she would trust Sally and Gina (my other sister) to obey her rules, and she would leave them alone as she wanted to go see her sister while Dad was out of town. One infraction and they would never see another party of any kind, and would be grounded for a month. The girls agreed, and that was that.

Friday came, and Dad had already caught his plane. Mom made us a nice dinner and laid out the rules one more time, and then she left for Aunt Jo's. It wasn't long after Mom left that the other girls started to come over. Even though I got along well with all of the girls that were invited, I didn't want to embarrass them when they were in their pj's or lingerie, so I went to my room before they got changed.

About nine o'clock, my sister Gina knocked on my door and asked me why I was hiding out. The other girls wanted me to join them and share the sleep over fun and games. I had a stupid look on my face, and asked Gina what she meant. She just smiled, and said that the whole idea of the sleep over party was to help me to 'really' join the girls. They knew, or at least thought they did, that I wanted to be like them, so they had devised this party as a way of helping me. Gina came over and grabbed my hand, and pulled me along with her to her room.

From the moment I entered that den of perfume and paints, my life changed for good. My clothes were pulled off my body until I was naked, and I blushed so deep a red you could see it all the way down to my toes. I tried to cover up, but the girls just said, "Don't worry, Tiffany, we've all seem it before and besides, tonight we're all girls here." I was still blushing, but I wasn't quite as embarrassed after I was given the ruffled panties that were part of the babydoll set that was to be my pj's for the night.

After I was dressed, it was time for the girls to start my makeup and hairstyle makeover. Sally took me into the bathroom, and tied a vinyl cape around my shoulders. She started to wash my hair, and then conditioned it. While she was doing that, I heard the other girls talking and giggling. I wondered what they had planned for me next. After my hair was washed, Sally took her rollers and put them all over my scalp. She pulled the hair tight in each one, and I wondered if girls really had to put up with this all the time. When I was done having my hair set, Sally took me back to the bedroom.

Everything was happening so fast, but it got so much faster that I was getting dizzy even though I was sitting down. Janet started doing my fingernails, filing and shaping them and then painting them a very nice shade of pink. While she worked on my hands, Kathy was doing the same to my toes. Gina was the makeup expert of all the girls, so she started working on my face. I guess I should provide a little description of what I looked like BEFORE the girls started their work so you'll be able to see the changes they made in me.

I was seventeen years old, six feet tall with gray eyes and sandy blonde hair. I wished I was more petite like my sisters, but being so tall could work to my advantage, as weren't all the supermodels tall girls? I also wanted my hair to be lighter, maybe not a platinum, but close to it. My hair was getting longer, and it was only a couple of days before that Dad had looked at it and made the remark that I made a pretty girl with nice hair. Was he trying to shame me into a haircut, or did he know about me as well? I started to wonder if the whole world knew about me.

It wasn't long before the girls were finished with my nails, and Gina was just finishing my makeup. I wanted to see what I looked like, but they kept me from the mirrors and said, "Not before your hair is ready." I just sat back and waited, but while I sat, I admired the way my nails, finger and toe, gleamed with the pink polish.

Sally took a hairdryer and finished drying my hair, and then she started taking out the rollers. I could feel the big curls sprouting all over my head, and then she removed the last one. Picking up a comb and brush, she was like a blur as she worked on my head. After about another twenty minutes her task was completed, and I was finally able to see what I looked like. When I looked in the mirror, my jaw fell almost to my knees. I saw a beautiful girl looking back at me, and nowhere did I see a hint of the boy I really was.

My hair fell around my shoulders in tight blonde curls, and bounced when I moved my head. The makeup served to soften my features so much that if I didn't know it was me, I would have thought I was staring at either one of my twin sisters. My lips wore a shade of lipstick that matched the polish on my nails. They were full and wet, and looked as if they were begging to be kissed. My gray eyes sparkled beneath the light blue shadow dusting my eyelids. My thin eyebrows had been filled in with pencil and given a slight arch. My lashes looked luscious with the thick mascara that coated them. I simply couldn't believe it.

It was like a chorus in church when all the girls said as one, "WELL?"

I was almost speechless, but managed to croak out, "I'm gorgeous!"

The girls started giggling, and Janet said, "This is just the start, my girl, now it's time for the modeling show."

"Modeling show?" I asked. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, not much, Tiffany," Sally said, "just that now you've got to model all your new clothes for us. We all contributed something for your new wardrobe, and you've got to model it for us, that's all."

I thought I'd died and gone to heaven, but for the next two hours I changed from one outfit to another. Of all the clothes the girls brought over, only two outfits were a little tight, and they told me I'd have to lose a little weight to fit them, that was all. I tried on jeans (tight) and blouses. Sweaters and skirts. Tight T-shirts and shorts. Dresses like you wouldn't believe, some tight and clingy and others with a full skirt that flared about my knees. The miniskirts they brought for me to try on were so tight I almost couldn't close the zippers, and they were almost obscenely short, but they made my butt look so good I didn't mind at all. Fact is, I wondered what kind of looks I'd get from the boys if I could actually wear them outside. Of all the clothes the girls had brought me, the one outfit I fell in love with was the cheerleading outfit...MY cheerleading outfit.

When I put it on, I didn't want to take it off.

I also had to try on all the lingerie they brought for me. I had satins and silks, nylons and lycra. All the bras were a size 38C, and Tammy had even gotten a pair of breast forms from her Mom's lingerie shop in order for me to have my own boobs. The feel of all the soft fabrics is hard to describe, but it was heavenly.

The shoes I tried on were as varied as the clothes I tried on. I had flats and heels, sandals that tied around my calves, and boots, lots and lots of boots, and every single pair fit. I knew that I'd have to have lots of practice wearing the different heels, as I almost fell on my face as I tried walking in a tight leather mini and three-inch heeled black boots.

That night, we didn't exactly follow all Mom's rules. First, the no boys rule was broken by me being there. Granted, I didn't look or feel like a boy anymore, but it was still technically true. Second, we never did get to sleep by two A.M. We sat talking about how I was going to manage to keep this a secret, and yet still find a way to dress, at least occasionally. Then, to my initial embarrassment, we started talking about boys. Now that my 'secret' was no longer a secret, the girls REALLY wanted to know what I thought about the boys in our school, and who I had a crush on, who I thought was the cutest, and who had the tightest butt. I told them everything they wanted to know, and then it became a brainstorming session as to how to fix me up with the guy of my dreams, Kevin Loken.

That's the way the weekend went, and it was hard to give it up before Mom got back, but I knew I had to return to being a boy and not a girl named Tiffany.

The last girl to leave was Janet. She was my first friend, boy or girl, and we always shared a lot. Her Dad was a doctor and her Mom a nurse, so she knew a lot about medicine. She came over to me and took my hand and led me outside. She told me that along with all the other girls, one other person knew about me and wanted to help, as well. Janet said her Mom knew all about me, even before the other girls did.

She had gotten some female hormones for me in the right dosage I'd need, based on my medical history. She told me I didn't have to take them, but they would give me more of a female body if that was really what I wanted. I took them from her and gave her a girlish peck on the cheek in thanks. That day I started on the course of medication that would allow me to finally be the girl I wanted to be.

For the next two years, I continued on the hormones that Janet and her mother supplied for me, and I found ways of dressing whenever I could with the help of all my girlfriends. I even managed some dates with boys the girls fixed me up with and yes, since I looked nothing like my male self and looked like my sisters, I had a few dates with Kevin as my own cousin, Tiffany.

The dates with Kevin were some of my most memorable experiences, but they almost exposed me as well. I remember the first time Kevin started to feel me up after a heavy session of kissing. When his hands ran across my breasts and squeezed, I jumped in my seat. When he took off the tight T-shirt and removed my bra, I was losing myself. When he bent over and licked my hard nipple and them started to nibble on it, I felt such pleasure, but when I felt his hand start to slide up my thigh but was brought back to reality in a hurry. I told him that he couldn't go there, as I wasn't that kind of girl. I was saving myself for marriage, and if he wanted inside then he'd have to marry me. He wasn't ready for that kind of commitment, but then, I knew he wasn't; neither was I.

I told him that I'd pleasure him in another way, but he had to agree to go no further and also to keep playing with my boobs. He agreed, so that's what I did. I reached into his crotch and unzipped him, and put my hand inside his pants. When my red tipped fingers brought out the monster that was hiding in his shorts, I had to let out a gasp. Once my initial shock wore off, I did what would come natural for a normal date that Kevin would have. For me at least, what followed was a new experience. When I'd finished with my oral ministrations, I asked Kevin if he wouldn't mind continuing this way in the future, since it provided us both with much pleasure and would still save me for marriage. He didn't object, and that proved to be the first of many nights that Kevin and I shared in intimacy.

All during this time my body had changed so much that it all but became impossible for me to hide my curves from Mom and Dad. Sally and Gina told me that I had to tell them, as Dad was arguing with Mom about having a queer for a son. I wasn't a queer, I was a woman, and Dad had to be made aware of that fact.

It was time.

It was another Friday night, must have been an omen, that I decided the time was right. I took a nice hot bubble bath, shaved what little body hair I still had, dried off and fixed my hair. I had laid out my most sensual lingerie, a red satin bra and panty set, matching garter belt, black nylons, black three-inch pumps, a low cut red blouse and a black leather miniskirt, yes, the same one I tried on two years previously, only now it fit much better.

After I dressed, I went to Gina's room and did my makeup in a very subtle tone, but made sure I still looked sexy. When I was finished, I waited to hear Dad and Mom come back from the movies.

Gina and Sally had agreed that I should be there alone when our parents came home. I was extremely nervous, but also knew that I had to tell them and get it over with and, for good or bad, live with the results.

At about ten, I heard the car pull into the drive and I hurried downstairs so I would be sitting in the family room when they got there. I heard the door open and two pair of footsteps heading right for me. I was sitting on the couch with my back to the door, and all you could see was my curly blonde head above the sofa. I heard Mom start to say, "Gina, what are you doing home, I thought...OH MY GOD!"

It's a good thing Mom was standing in front of a chair when she said that, as she fainted and fell right into the chair. I jumped up and my father was ahead of me bending over Mom and said, "Gina, get some water, QUICK."

I ran to get some water as fast as I could in my heels and tight skirt, and when I handed it to my Dad I said, "Here, Dad, is Mom all right?"

The glass fell from his fingers to the floor as he turned to look at me, shock written all over his face, and he said one word, "SON?"

I shook my head as my sultry voice said, "No, Dad, I'm Tiffany, now and forever more. The son you knew is gone, and is never going to return."

I left him there to get more water, and this time I took a pitcher and two glasses, as I thought he might need some, too.

Dad finally revived Mom, and she started crying and crying. It seemed like every time she looked at me she cried more. Dad was pacing around the room, and the more he paced the louder he shouted and the angrier he got. He did a lot of damage to a lot of things, but he never once hit me as I feared he would. I tried to explain, but neither of them wanted to hear a word.

Finally, Dad ordered me out. He told me to take my things and get out before he did something he'd regret. I was so hurt and I wanted to stay and MAKE them understand, but I couldn't; I went upstairs and started to pack my things, my girls things. They could do what they wanted with what I left behind, as I didn't care anymore. I had effectively killed off that part of my life. As I was closing my suitcase, I saw my sisters rushing into my room. I rushed to meet them, and we had a three way hug with all of us blubbering. Gina and Sally both wanted to run down stairs and make our parents listen, but I wouldn't let them.

I knew that if they tried right now that it would be three of us on the streets, and they didn't deserve that. They asked me where I would go and what I'd do, and I had no answer. I told them I'd be in touch as soon as I sorted things out. I had some money I'd put away, and that would last me for a while. Sally and Gina went to their rooms and quickly came back with some additional cash; it was only a couple of hundred and I didn't want to take it, but they wouldn't let me refuse. I took it from them, and after some more hugs, tears and kisses I left my family home, and I wouldn't return for quite some time.

I walked to the bus station for the first time from my house as a female, and bought a ticket to Seattle, Washington. I don't know why I picked that city, but I thought it was as good as any to lose myself, or maybe that should have been to FIND myself.

The first things I had to do when I found myself in Seattle was to find a place to live and find myself a job. Since I had limited funds until I found work, I had to find the cheapest furnished apartment that I could. What I found was a small bedroom and bath in a boarding house run by the sweetest woman I have ever met. Mrs. Bronson was in her fifties, and she took a liking to me from the minute we met. The feeling was mutual, as she did her best to make me feel welcome after I told her where I was from. She asked me if this was my first time away from home and when I said yes, she said not to worry, she would look after me. She gave me such a good deal on the rent as well, three hundred a month if I would help with the chores around the house. How could I refuse a deal like that? I immediately accepted, and she not only kept her promise to look after me but became my closest friend and surrogate mother.

For the first two weeks I looked for work everyday. I couldn't find anything that would work, as all my previous experience was as a male. I also was wondering if the fake ID the girls had arranged for me was holding up to scrutiny, as this was the first time I'd used it when applying for work. I had to tell Mrs. Bronson, as I only had enough for one more month's rent before my money would be gone. She took me to task for not saying anything earlier. She had an idea for a job for me, and told me she would make a call.

It was later that same day, I was having a cup of tea with Mrs. B when I heard her front door open and this deep bass voice yell, "Mom, you here?"

"In here, Dan," Mrs. B yelled back. "Come here, I've someone I want you to meet."

This girl's heart almost stopped when Mrs. Bronson's son walked into the kitchen where we were drinking our tea. He was so tall, I had to look up and up and up. And handsome!!!! He filled his suit perfectly, and it was impossible for him to hide his muscles. He had the blackest hair and the bluest eyes, and a jaunty smile on his lips as he saw me staring. I blushed as I realized how hungry I must look to him and tried to compose myself. It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do.

"Dan, son, I'd like you to meet Tiffany, Tiffany Hansen," Mrs. B said. "Tiffany, my son, Dan. I think he's the answer to your prayers (I blushed deeper) and you might be the answer to his. He needs some help at work, as you see, he just started a small software company. So small, in fact, that he's the owner and all the help as well. Dan, Tiffany is in need of a job as she is starting to run short of funds and is afraid I'll put her out if she can't pay."

He laughed as she said this, then said, "You, put someone out because they couldn't pay? She doesn't know you very well yet, does she, Mom?"

Mrs. B started a little laugh of her own, reached over and patted my hand and said, "No, not yet dear, but she will. I've taken a great liking to this girl, and she's exactly the kind of girl I always wanted as a daughter, not that I'm disappointed in you, dear," she said as she looked at her son. "Now, why don't I leave you two alone to get to know one another, and see if you can't find a way to start working together." After she said that, she patted my hand once more, gave me a wink, and left us there to talk about a job.

When his mother left the room, Dan sat down across from me and started asking the questions all employers ask prospective employees. I answered all his questions as best I could, but it was so hard to concentrate on what he was asking, he was so damn handsome. I had never felt this drawn to a man, not even Kevin, but just sitting across from Dan was turning me on.

I hadn't expected company that evening, and so I was casually dressed, just jeans and a black, square cut T-shirt with a comfortable pair of flats on my feet. I knew how turned on I was because I felt my nipples harden and poke against the silk bra I was wearing. I was sure that since both fabrics covering my boobs was so thin that Dan could see the effect he was having on me. Fact is, I knew he knew, and that embarrassed me even more, but there was nothing I could do about it.

We kept talking, and Dan expressed just a little concern about my lack of experience, but was willing to give me a try if I wanted the job. I agreed quickly, as I didn't want him to change his mind and we agreed on a starting salary with incentive if and when the company took off. All during these last negotiations I noticed that he had been checking me out just as I had been doing to him, only he was just a bit more circumspect. I managed a smile and stood up to thank him. He stood up as well, and seemed surprised.

"Hot damn, finally, a tall girl. I didn't think there were any more of you out there," he said with a wicked grin. "It's gonna be a pleasure working with someone that I don't have to look for all the time."

I just grinned back, and then I walked over and gave him a kiss on the cheek rather than a handshake and said, "Thanks, Dan, you don't know how much this job means to me. I promise to be a hard worker."

This time it was his turn to blush, and all he said was, "I know you will, Tiffany." He tried to give a little laugh, but I could see he was having a hard time of it, and I saw the reason as I glanced down at the growing bulge in his pants.

To save him some embarrassment, I turned and started to run in search of Mrs. B, yelling, "Mrs.B., Mrs. B,, Dan gave me the job. I've got a job." I had the biggest smile on my face, not only because I got a job, but I was actually going to get paid for working with a handsome and sexy man. I HAD died and gone to heaven.

I started working for Dan as his secretary and all around gopher. At first when I started working there I dressed as tasteful and yet as sexy as I could. It was all for Dan's benefit, as we very seldom had people come into the office he had set up. I had been hoping that after seeing his reaction to me at the house that he would ask me out, but after three weeks of trying, he still hadn't said a word about going out. On the fourth week I started to dress more casually with slacks and blouses, and once in a while some jeans and a T-shirt or sweater.

Maybe that's what did it, I don't know, but on the Friday of the fourth week, Dan finally asked me out. He wanted to take me to dinner and later on, dancing. We agree to go out the following night. He already knew where to pick me up.

On Saturday morning I decided to go all out, and I called to see if Jane, my hairdresser, could fit me in. She could, and I went and got myself a new hairstyle and makeover. When I left the salon that afternoon, I felt more beautiful than I had ever felt in my life, and from the looks I got from the men I passed I wasn't kidding myself. The cherry on top of the cake was the looks I got from the women I passed. Not one was a good comment, but all of them were catty.

When I got home I went through my things three times before I settled on my outfit for the evening. I didn't want to be a stereotype blonde and wear the classic little black dress but what could I do, my little black dress showed off all my assets and that's exactly what I wanted to do.

I dressed ever so carefully from the skin out. A black silk, demi cut bra went around my chest, lifting my beautiful breasts and holding them so that they looked as if they were made to be suckled. A black garter belt went around my twenty-four-inch waist. My cache sex pulled my little tiny nub back between my legs and out of sight, and provided at least an approximation of a real feminine crotch. Black silk panties went up my legs and covered my firm behind.

I sat and rolled black nylons up my legs and attached them to the tabs of my belt. I stepped into my dress and pulled it into place. The thin straps rested easily on my shoulders, baring a large expanse of skin. I pulled up the zipper and the dress molded itself to my curves, my breasts being barely covered.

The skirt wasn't too tight, as I didn't know what kind of dancing we'd be doing, but it was short enough to show off one of my best features, my legs. I touched up my makeup where it was needed and gave myself a splash of my favorite perfume, White Diamonds, in all of the right spots. I was ready for my date, and I just hoped he was ready for me.

Dan arrived, and took me to one of the best restaurants in Seattle. This was the first time I ever let a man order my dinner for me, but just that little surrender made me feel ever so feminine. After we finished dinner, Dan was true to his word and we went dancing. I had been right in picking out my dress, because we did some fancy moves around the dance floor. When we did some of the more vigorous dances, I knew my boobs were bouncing around; they almost popped out of my dress once, but the best time I had all night was when we danced the slow dances.

Dan held me tight against his body, and I found it so easy to follow his lead. He had a strong grip on me and it felt so nice to be held that way. I rested my head against his chest, something I had never been able to do with any of the other guys I had dated, and I felt so small and helpless. I also couldn't help but hear his heart beating and it seemed to be beating so much faster than mine. It was during the third slow dance that things started to heat up. While we were dancing around the floor I felt Dan's hand slide lower and lower on my back until it was resting on my butt. When I didn't move it off my ass I felt him give a squeeze and pull me closer to his body. I ground myself against his crotch and I could feel his cock getting hard and pressing against me. The more I ground into him the harder he got and the tighter he squeezed my ass.

I was afraid I would make him come on the dance floor, so I looked up at him, he looked down at me, and then our lips met. I had been kissed before, many times before, but not like this. Our lips parted, and our mouths made music that no one else could hear. I don't know how long that kiss lasted, but I was breathless when we broke apart. I wanted Dan and I knew he wanted me, and so we left.

I wanted Dan, I mean I really wanted him. I knew that if I told him I would be risking everything, but I couldn't deceive him any longer. I remembered the night with my parents, and almost changed my mind, but I had to chance it or else leave here and start again somewhere else because I couldn't go back to working with him day after day and hiding my feelings. Please, God, let this be the right thing.

Dan drove us back to his place and when we got inside, he took me in his arms and started back where we had left off. I felt myself responding, and yet I knew before it went too far I had to stop him. I broke his hold on me, and told him we had to talk. He looked hurt, but said okay and we went and sat on his couch.

"Dan, I know I love you, and I do mean love, and I think you may be in love with me, but there are things you don't know about me," I said.

He looked deep in my eyes and said, "You mean that you're not who you pretend to be? I already know all about your past. Just because my business hasn't taken off yet doesn't mean I don't know how to work a computer. I wanted to learn all I could about you because I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. I did some digging into your past and found there was no record of Tiffany Hansen. You should never have given me the name of your real home town, because it was easy to track down all the families named Hansen in that town. Searching the town records for someone of your approximate age was also easy, I then refined the search again to account for all the people in that age group and only one was unaccounted for, a young man who left town around the same time you showed up here. It wasn't hard to put two and two together. Why do you think it took me so long to ask you out, especially the way you were practically throwing yourself at me," he said with the biggest grin on his face. "I had to be sure about how I felt, and I had to talk things out with Mom, as well."

I sat back stunned, and almost shouted, "Your Mom knows? Oh MY GOD!!! How she must hate me!"

He grabbed me by the shoulders and looked right in my eyes, "Silly little girl. Mom doesn't hate you, she's known about you even before I did. One thing I learned a long time about my Mom, you can't hide anything from her. She told me that she hadn't told me because it wasn't her secret to share, and when I asked her what she thought about my being in love with you, know what she said? She said, 'Why do you think I brought you two together? I thought you would be perfect together. You know I always wanted a daughter, and maybe now I'll get one.' That's my Mom."

I started crying and crying, and before I knew it I was sitting on Dan's lap and he was smothering me with kisses and telling me not to cry. He loved me for me, and wanted to make love to me. I tried to smile as I returned his sweet kisses, but all I could think of was how my life had really changed in such a short time. I was kicked out of my own home, found a new home, a really good friend and adopted Mom, a new job and a new, handsome man that knew my past and wanted me despite it. I was so happy, and became even more so as we made passionate love that night, and almost every night thereafter.

It took almost a year for Dan's talent in programming to bear fruit, but it finally did. He sold one of his programs for so many millions it's hard to keep track of them all. He even retained a small percentage of each program sold, and the money keeps rolling in.

It wasn't long after Dan sold his program that he asked me to marry him. I wanted to accept, but I knew that nowhere could we legally be married as long as I retained that small part of my male past. I married Dan six months to the day that I had my surgery to give me the parts that other women are born with. I even made peace with Mom and Dad, and Daddy even gave me away.

Sally and Gina were my special attendants, and all the other girls that helped me to be myself were my bridesmaids. We had a wonderful honeymoon. We even found ways to do it that we hadn't tried before. We enjoyed our time on the beaches, but I noticed that Dan got a little jealous whenever he would spot a guy giving me the once over in my thong bikinis. He didn't have to worry one little bit, because my heart belongs to him then, now, and always.