I got undressed and wore the fluffy robe to the bathroom.  Rob saw me again as I
was going in, and I could feel his eyes on me as I entered. Inside, I did as
Marcia had instructed.  I tied my hair up so as not to get it wet again, then ran
the shower.  In the shower I did as Marcia had instructed and shaved my legs for
the first time.  I really didn't need to, because the hairs I had were blonde,
but than again no-one would notice when I went back to guy mode anyway.  I also
shaved the little bit of fuzz under my arms.  As I got out of the shower I
studied my reflection in the mirror.  I certainly didn't need to shave my face.
There wasn't even any fuzz there.

Looking at my reflection, I wondered what was wrong with me.  Here I was,
fifteen, and it was like puberty was only a distant dream of the future for me. 
My voice hadn't broken yet, I had no adam's apple, I was still mostly hairless,
and Marcia was taller than I was - I even had slightly smaller feet!  When my mom
took me to the doctor six months ago he'd said there was nothing to worry about,
that it would all happen in time, but the question was, how much time?

I used some of the powder Marcia had suggested, then wrapped myself in the robe
again and headed back to Marcia's bedroom.

"Okay", she said when she saw me.  "Say, you look cute with your hair in a
ponytail like that.  That gives me an idea.  But first, come sit over here."  I
did, and she gave me some moisturiser to apply to my arms and legs.  Then she
began filing my nails, which were not especially long but were kind of untidy.

Then she bent down and did my feet.  "Kneel, slave", I joked, and she made a
face.  She reached up to the dresser, and retrieved a small bottle of a silvery
nail polish, which she began to apply to my toes.  "Don't you think that color's
a bit over the top?" I asked, but she laughed and told me it was easily the
coolest color around at the moment.  So much for my powers of observation.

As the polish was drying Marcia went and had a shower herself, giving me strict
instructions not to move.  She laid out a magazine on the dressing table in front
of me, it was a pretty crappy read but I learned a bit about applying makeup from
it.  When she came back into the room, wrapped only in a towel, I stopped
reading.  I was pretending not to look at her body.  Of course I was pretty
terrible at pretending, and as she applied some moisturiser to her own legs she
looked up at me and smiled.

"Um", I said, "do you want me to leave the room?"

"I think my family would think that was kind of strange, don't you?" Marcia
grinned.  "You're just going to have to get used to being one of the girls. 
Okay?  Think of it as training."  And with that, she dropped the towel entirely
and went over to the bed, where she'd laid out some clothes and lingerie for both
of us.

I really couldn't do anything except stare.  Marcia had a fantastic body. And I
had never seen a real live naked woman before.  Perhaps she was aware of how
difficult it was for me to pretend not to be looking, because she faced away from
me as she put on her bra and panties, but not before I'd had a good look at her
wonderful breasts and the downy hair between her legs.

"Uh, Marcia, you probably know this, but you're really very beautiful".

She walked over toward me and smiled.  "That's very sweet of you, but most girls
my age look like this.  Becky looks a lot better, you should see her.  But enough
of me, more of you.  Drop the robe, and give me a look."

I was embarrassed, but I did as she asked.  I thought I looked very strange, with
my fingers and toes adorned in silver and my hair up and my scrawny little body. 
My penis stood to attention, and I blushed.  I knew it wasn't very big, and I
knew she knew that, too, but was too nice to say anything.

"You look sweet", said Marcia, and kissed me on the forehead again.  "But we
better hurry".  She led me to the bed, and pointed to the lingerie she'd laid out
for me.  "Try that on."  she said.  I pulled on the panties.  They looked very
strange with my penis trying to make a tent out of them at the front.  Marcia
looked puzzled for a moment, then disappeared for a moment and came back from the
bathroom with a very cold damp washcloth, which she had me hold against my penis
until it subsided.

"How'd you know how to do that?" I asked, but she waved me on to the task at
hand.  I tucked myself back in my panties so that there was no bulge at the
front, then tried on the bra.  This one was flimsier than the one I'd worn
earlier in the day.

Then  Marcia handed me two very strange objects, little flesh-coloured pieces of
quivering jelly.  "Put these inside the cups".  I looked at her quizzically as I
did so, and as she adjusted them in the cups of the bra she said "I borrowed
these from Becky this afternoon, though she doesn't know it yet - I snuck into
her room when I went to the bathroom.  She used to wear these a few years ago,
before she blossomed out like she has.  Not that she ever admitted it to anyone,
but you can tell when you see a lot of someone.  They're only meant to enhance
breasts, not substitute for them, but you're skinny enough to look good with
small breasts, and they'll feel real if anyone gets gross enough to try feeling
you up.  This old bra is a cup size too small for me, but it's pretty and it'll
hold them properly."

Whoaa.  There was too much in those last few sentences of hers for me to absorb. 
She'd planned that I would go out with her tonight all along, or else she
wouldn't have thought to 'borrow' those things from Becky.  She stole something
from her friend.  And she was talking about me getting felt up.  As if.

"Time to reverse this 'slave' thing you were so into.  Sit", Marcia commanded. 
She was going to start in on my makeup. but I stopped her and started applying it
myself.  She watched me bemusedly.

"I read that article,"  I said, pointing to the magazine, "and I saw what you did
today".

"Okay, whatever", she said.  "Just remember, less is more, especially with skin
like yours.  You want to accent your eyes more than your lips, I think.  Your
lips are pretty full.  So it's paler lipstick for you". She watched me doing the
makeup, correcting me a couple of times, then quickly did her own before turning
to work on my hair.  Using a curling iron again and a lot of spray, she put my
hair up at the crown, then pulled a few curly tendrils down to soften the look. 
I was amazed at the effect, I thought it was just my long hair making me look
like a girl before, but I guess it was the makeup, too, even though I didn't look
like I was wearing much.  Marcia brushed her own hair out, and let it run loose
across her back.  Leading me across to the bed, she held out a pair of pantyhose
and a bit of black material I could only assume was a dress, then began to pull
on a pair of pantyhose herself.  I tried to watch what she was doing, and
succeeded in getting them on even if they felt a bit twisted.  Marcia bent down
and straightened them a little for me, then held the dress over my head.  It was
a light jersey, which clung to me as she lowered it over my newfound curves and
flared over my hips.  Then she pulled a red dress over her own shoulders, and I
helped her do the buttons up at the back. Finally she passed me a pair of black
shoes, kind of mary jane style but with an open back and a 2" heel.  I put them
on, and took a couple of steps.  They felt like a pretty good fit.

I looked at us both in the mirror.  Once again, it didn't look like me. Maybe I'd
been in my 'Cousin It' phase far too long.  I looked ... well .. amazing.  I
looked really pretty.  The dress hugged me without being too revealing, though it
was very short.  I looked across at Marcia and smiled, then blushed.

"Yeah, I know, it's disgusting that a boy can look so much better than a girl,
isn't it?", Marcia said, smiling back.

"You don't think it's a bit much for a party like this?"  I asked a little
timidly.

"Okay, you get the denim", she passed me a cropped and faded denim jacket. 
"That'll dress it down just a little.  I'll take Mike's jacket.", she said as she
picked up a leather jacket that was way too big for her. "we probably won't need
them, anyway, it's pretty mild".

When did she get that, I wondered.  Obviously Marcia and Mike were more serious
about one another than I'd known if he was doing things like giving her his
jacket to wear.

"They'll be here in a few minutes, we better hurry", Marcia said, handing me a
pair of earrings.

"Uh, I ..." I stopped, holding the earrings.  Marcia looked at me and realised.

"Oh, right, they're not pierced.  Um, I don't have any clip-ons, I've had my ears
pierced since I was eleven.  Uh, wait here."

She left the room, and I could hear her running down the stairs.  I took the time
to take stock of my appearance again.  I really hoped this was going to be as
convincing as the way I looked earlier in the day, or I was going to have a lot
of trouble with the jocks at the party.  I thought I looked great.  Really.  But
then I had the feeling my judgement was very faulty today.  Still, I had fooled
everyone earlier in the day. I lifted my hands to my breasts, and squeezed. 
Marcia was right, they felt very real.  And although they looked small, it kind
of fitted in with the rest of my skinny body and the clothes she had dressed me
in.

Marcia came bounding back into the room with a needle and a potato, and said
"this is gonna hurt a bit."

"You're gonna pierce my ears?"

"If you take the earrings out tonight and disinfect the earlobes they'll heal
right over.  No-one will notice."

She was right, it hurt a lot.  I felt like my ears were on fire as she attached
some small silver hoops to them.    Then she gave me a couple of silver
bracelets, a chain for my neck and a thin watch with a tiny black band.

Finally, we were ready.  Marcia led me downstairs to wait for the guys. As we
came into the living room I stopped dead in my tracks.  My mom was sitting
talking to the Wilsons.  Marcia stopped, too, clearly at a loss for what to do.

Mr Wilson stood up.  "Uh, Kath, this is Jenny, a friend of Marcia's. Jenny, this
is Katherine Miller, our neighbour.  Wow, you both look terrific.  You girls want
a seat while you're waiting?"

I wanted to die.  I wanted the floor to eat me,  I couldn't move, I couldn't
speak, I'm sure I looked really strange.

I could see from the expression on my mother's face that she knew instantly who I
was, and so could Marcia.

"Nice to meet you ...  Jenny", said my Mom kind of stiffly.

There was a kind of embarrassed silence.  Finally Marcia came to the rescue
again.  Sort of.  "Mom, Dad, I hate to drag you away, but could I talk to you in
the kitchen for a moment?  It's important".

"Okay honey", said Mrs Wilson, a little puzzled, and they all moved into the
kitchen.  "We'll be right back," she said to my Mom and I as they left.

There was a very strained silence.  "Jenny?"  my mother said.

"That was Marcia", I said.

"And everything else?"  She indicated all that I was wearing.  "And what happened
to your hair?"

"Um, we sort of bleached it"

My mom looked shocked.  She slumped in her seat.

"Uh, I'm sorry, mom", I said.

She looked up at me, as though seeing me for the first time.  "Are you enjoying
this?  How long have you two been doing this?  How come the Wilson's don't know? 
How..."

Her voice trailed off.

"It's only been today, Mom, honest, it's just a bit of fun and it's kind of
gotten a bit out of control.  It was easier to let it go with the Wilsons than
explain, really".

"Is this a sex thing?", she asked me.

"Mom, it's not anything, it's just fun, okay".  Outside I could hear a car coming
up the drive.

"You're not doing drugs are you?"

"Mom!  Gimme a break!"

She sighed.

"Well, I must say, for whatever it's worth, you do it well.  I almost didn't
recognise you"

"Can you just go along with it for a little while?  It'll all be over soon".

"I know you haven't been happy, but I didn't know it had come to this.' She shook
her head.

There was an awkward silence as she looked me over more carefully.

"I think I need some time to think about this", Mom said.

"Well, I have to go out" I said.  "Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow"

"Out," Mom repeated, as though in a trance.  She put her head back in her hands. 
I sat down.  Then the Wilsons re-entered the room with Marcia. Mrs. Wilson looked
at my mother and said "What's wrong, Kath"

Mom straightened up.  "Oh, it's nothing, I was just explaining to ... uh, Jenny
... that I've got a terrible headache all of a sudden"

"You do look a little pale", said Mrs Wilson.

There was a knock at the door.  Marcia ran to answer it.  Then she came back into
the room.  "Jen?  Our ride is here".

Mike came into the room behind her, followed by Paul.  I could see both of them
pause a moment when they saw me, but they were both trying to impress Mr and Mrs
Wilson.

"Mom, Dad, you know Mike, this is Paul, and this is our neighbour, Mrs Miller",
said Marcia.  I could see my Mom's radar had gone up as soon as the boys had
entered the room.  Now she was clearly gonna blow a gasket. After everything
else, Marcia and I were gonna get into a car with a couple of boys.  With me
dressed like this.  She looked across at me, and I could see something in her
eyes I'd never noticed before, a kind of fear.  But she didn't say anything, and
after Mr Wilson and Mike had exchanged a few pleasantries we left the house.  As
we were leaving I could hear my mother saying that she thought she'd go home and
lie down.