When I turned my head up to thank Leon for the ride, he bent over and began to kiss me! I was going to protest, but it felt so good and so right, I ended up wrapping my arms around him instead! Things seemed to be happening in my head and body as he did!
When he finally broke the kiss, he smiled at me, “I will pick you up at the usual time tonight Kate. Okay?”
I smiled and said, “Sure. I can’t wait!” And I meant it.
I went inside happy, and somehow knowing that Leon was now my boyfriend! And the thought of that made me even happier. As I entered the living room, my mom and dad were there! I stopped in shock wondering what their reaction would be!
My mom looked angry, “Katie! I realize that you are in college now, but as long as you are living in our house, you agreed to a curfew.” She looked concerned, “I was worried sick! Where were you last night? Please tell me you and Leon didn’t….”
I was wrapping my head around the idea that my mom seemed to recognize me as a girl, and talked to me as though I had aways been a girl. “Um, no mom, we didn’t.” Well, I don’t think we did, but I really had no way to be sure. So much had changed! “Leon was too tired to drive when the party ended, so we just slept over.”
You mom smiled, “Well, that is good. Leon seems like a nice guy. I hope you treat him right. It is not easy to find a good guy like that. And I want grand children you know.” She grinned.
I stared at her, said nothing, and just went upstairs to my room. It was obvious my mom was treating me like her daughter. She never once had talked about grandchildren before. But now that I was a girl, she talked like she expected me to have babies. That lead to another shocking thought, as long as I was like this, it was possible for me to get pregnant!
When I got to my room, my thoughts about the fact that I could get pregnant were pushed away as I saw the familiar yet very different room that I saw. It was my room, but it was so feminine! A pink blanket and sheets on my bed, my desk replaced by a vanity full of makeup, perfume and jewelry among other feminine items. Upon inspection, I had an incredible variety of dresses and skirts, fewer slacks, lots of blouses, sweaters and tops, an insane number of shoes, most of which had some kind of elevated heel, from low wedges to very high pumps! (How did I know that?) My dresser was full of feminine underwear, nightwear and various clothing articles. Apparently, whatever I have become, I was NOT a tomboy!
I locked my bedroom door and looked in the mirror. As a male, I would have considered myself a very pretty girl. Not a beauty queen or stunning knock-out, but more girl-next-door pretty. Just the kind of girl I always preferred. As I undressed, it was strange and a bit exciting to see the girl in the mirror undress, at least until I realized two things. One of course was, knowing that I was looking at myself did not turn me on. The other was harder to accept. I was not attracted to the girl in the mirror because, well, I was no longer attracted to girls! I wasn’t sure how I knew it, but I knew it for sure.
I threw myself on my bed naked and could not stop from crying! After a while I felt better, so I got up, put on a robe that was on the back of my door now, and went to take a shower.
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