“Larry” was coming to dinner and I was so excited.

Mommy and Grandma kept teasing me about how nervous I was.

I wanted to look pretty for Lisa.

It had been dark at the game and I didn’t want her to be disappointed in me.

But when I took the rollers out of my hair, my curls were flat!

I was desperate!

Only an hour before she came and I looked like a mess.

Mommy found me in the bathroom, c

rying my eyes out, t

rying to make my hair look like something.

“Come with me, dear.

Do you remember my electric rollers?

We’ll get your hair looking pretty in no time!”

And she did.

Mommy gave me a very sophisticated-looking style.

And then she helped me get my makeup just right.

I felt beautiful, and so grown up.

I couldn’t wait for Lisa to see me!

When she arrived and said hello to Mommy and Grandma,

you could have heard a pin drop.

I didn’t dare breathe.

Lisa was wearing black jeans, sandals, and a black tee-shirt.

I think they thought she really was a boy at first,

but then they noticed her curves,

her tiny diamond earrings, t

he touches of makeup.

And then she moved toward them and spoke,

and there was no question she was all girl.

There was something androgynous about her,

but she was too pretty and too delicate in her movements to be taken for a boy for very long.

I blushed when she looked at me and smiled.

“Chrissy! I love your hair!

You look great!”

Involuntarily, I reached up and primped my curls,

“Thanks Lisa, I’m glad you like it.

Mommy helped me with it.”

“Well, you can do my hair anytime, Mrs. Jones! You did a beautiful job.”

“Why thank you, uh…”

“Lisa. And you must be Grandma?”

I was so pleased that things were going well.

The four of us were chattering away in no time.

With great effort,

Lisa and I kept our hands off each other, except for the innocent touch on the arm and girlish hug now and then,

and pecks on the cheek when she turned to leave.

But Mommy wanted to know more.

“So, Lisa, you and Chrissy are a couple?”

“I hope so, Mrs. Jones.”

“You don’t act like a couple.” It was the first awkward pause of the evening.

Finally, I spoke up

“Mommy, we didn’t want to upset you and Grandma.”

“Listen, honey, we weren’t born yesterday.

If this is who you are, we can accept that.

But we have to know that you are being honest,

with Lisa,

with us,

with yourself.”

Another pause. Then Lisa stepped toward me.

“Mrs. Jones, may I kiss your daughter goodnight?”

Mommy nodded.

Lisa wrapped her arms around me, ran her hand through by hair, down my back, and placed it on my tush.

Then she pulled me close and kissed me deeply,

In fact, I did lose my balance, but Lisa kept me from falling.

When she released me,

I felt flushed and giddy.

Mommy came over to me and touched my blouse.

I was just a little embarrassed and I hid my face behind Lisa’s shoulder.

She took my chin in her thumb and forefinger and gave another kiss,

a tender kiss, and turned to leave,

waving goodbye to Mommy and Grandma.

I felt so dreamy,

still a bit wobbly, a

nd let out a long sigh as I blew a kiss to my darling.

Mommy smiled and said to Lisa,

“Now don’t be a stranger dear.

You come visit whenever you like.”

That night, while I was putting my hair up,

Mommy came in with a glass of milk and sat on my bed.

“Lisa is very nice, sweetheart.

I think she will be good to you.”

“Oh, I know she will, Mommy.

She’s all I can think about.

Do you think we can go shopping tomorrow for some new clothes?

She liked the grown-up look you gave me,

and I’d like to get some new skirts and dresses,

something a bit more up-to-date than what I have.

I really want to look nice for her.

Always.”

I finished putting the last curler into place and turned to Mommy expectantly,

hoping she would say yes.

Mommy laughed gently.

“My, you really are the girly girl, aren’t you?

Of course, honey,

I could use some new clothes myself.

We’ll make it a mother-daughter shopping day.”

I felt so excited!

“Now get a good night’s sleep, darling.

We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

Mommy stood up to leave, but then remembered something.

“Oh honey, I almost forgot.

Grandma and I have decided you can start taking your medicine tonight.”

She gave me a tiny blue pill and a glass of milk.

“You’ll take one of these each morning and each night.

Now don’t let me forget to give them to you!”

I inhaled and held my breath.

I couldn’t believe it.

“You mean… these are the pills that will make me just like a real girl?”

“Yes darling, and they’ll make your skin softer and give you curves.

You’ll look much nicer in your clothes after a few months.”

I was so happy I started to sob.

Our baby girl is due at the end of next month,

and I’m counting on my daughter to help me with the nursing, right?”

“Oh, yes, Mommy, it’s my dream!”

“Well, you may not be able to help right away, but a few months of these pills and regular pumping and you’ll be Mommy’s little nanny helper.”

I cried myself to sleep that night – tears of joy.

It seemed that I could feel the medicine racing through me already,

alerting every cell in my body that it was time to change into a girl cell.

It was time for a reality check –

here I was, lying in my bed on the brink of womanhood, wearing my own nightie and panties,

my lovely long hair in curlers,

the girlfriend of someone I really loved and who really loved me.

It was all so wonderful! I just couldn’t believe that only seven and a half months ago,

I was living the life of an unhappy boy,

browbeaten by his nasty father.

Mommy took me out of school again.

She said it was home school from now on and my most important subject was “mommyhood.”