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Dear Helga, Well I did it! I finally did it and the world is still spinning. Last Friday Diane, my daughter, stayed home from school. We went shopping for girls' panties for my sons. We found some very pretty sets on sale with panties and camisole. But my older son's size included a matching training bra. Well, I had to get that as well. We came home before the boys got home from school and I replaced all of their old underwear with the new pretty things and waited. When they arrived home they were filthy, as I expected they would be, so I ordered them to strip in the kitchen and to get into clean clothes in their bedrooms. It was not long before we heard the screams. When I got to their rooms they were busy accusing Diane of putting her underwear in their drawers. I took the panties from Danny and examined them. 'No', I said, 'Diane does not wear briefs but you two do so they are yours'. 'But they are girls' panties. We are not wearing them!' Danny exclaimed. 'Oh yes you will', I told them, 'I am not going through another summer with both you in pain from heat rash! Now Diane and I do not have heat rash because we wear nylon panties so that is what you're going to wear and with the camisole top'. Danny pulled out one of his training bras. 'What do I need one of these for?' he demanded. 'Posture!' I shouted, 'and you will wear it when you're home.' Diane helped him get the bra on and adjusted it for him and added the camisole. Surprisingly he did not object as Diane fitted him for the bra. I also did one other change to their wardrobe. I replaced their jeans with ones that button and zip to the left rather than to the right, as in male pants. They also had no back pockets and just an embroidered flower. The front pockets were a feminine crescent shape. The boys were a bit confused with the change but quickly got used to it. They played all day in these clothes. Though Danny was trying to get used to the restrictions of his bra. When it came time for bed the boys usually slept in their underwear. But I had them take off the pretty things, saying they were too delicate to wear in bed, and had them get into lemon yellow long nylon night gowns with matching slippers and robes. It was with a bit of crying and stubbornness before they would wear the nightgowns but with Diane's help they put them on. When we came back to their room, after we got into our nightgowns, they were surprised that our gowns were identical to theirs. Normally Diane and I would spend some time in my bedroom putting up our hair and doing our nails before coming down to the living room to watch some TV. But, since the boys were in identical nightgowns, I suggested we start a new tradition and that we all watch TV in my room while we get our hair put up and polish on our nails. Diane put my hair up in curlers and then turned to Danny and told him he was next. He turned beat red and looked at us but when he saw we were not teasing him he simply said, 'no thank you'. 'Very well', I said, 'but you're going to learn to put up your hair so, Diane, show Danny how to put up Marty's hair'. Marty sat in the chair and Diane proceeded to tell Danny how to roll up the hair. He caught on very quickly and soon Marty had a head full of curlers like Diane and me. We all praised how good Danny was at putting up our hair. With that he blushed and beamed with a pride in this girl thing. The next day, Danny was astonished at how Marty's hair turned out; it was very simple but definitely female. I think that Danny was a bit jealous of Marty and his curls. Even more so when Marty decided to help Diane set up for tea on the back porch. Danny was left to his own means of play without his brother. This was usually the other way around and Diane had no one to play with most of her life. So she was having great fun with Marty. At the tea party Diane and Marty had lots to talk about and now Danny was left out for the first time in his life. That night Danny agreed to having his hair done up and his nails lacquered a pretty pink. Diane applied the polish and lengthened Danny's bitten nails a bit. I told Diane joyfully that with the 'boys' now needing curlers as well we needed to get more for all of us. So we watched TV into the night with my three girls in their curlers and nightgowns in my bed. It was very precious. The next morning was church but with the boys looking as they did we could not go to our old church. So I took them to a new one several miles away. The boys wore a white version of their new pants and I filled Danny's bra with a bit of padding. Their tops were peach and sleeveless but the boys did not object to the clothes. I think they were looking at their hairstyle more than what they were wearing. I told them I had to add just one more item to their wardrobe and that was a hat. I told them if people saw them without a hat they would be upset, as girls had to be covered at this church, and even though they were not girls they might be taken for them and, well, they did not want to be noticed, did they? My girls all looked beautiful and I wished Danny and Marty, who we call 'M', were in a dress and a bit of lipstick but I accepted what I had out of them as more than I ever thought I could do. After church, at their coffee hour, I met many of the ladies and their children. Diane fit in swimmingly but Danny and 'M' were having a hard time. No matter how hard they tried to talk to the boys their age they were ignored and while one or two of the older boys brought Danny fruit punch and wanted to hold hands, Danny was quite unused to this. Diane would have to explain it to him when we got home. All the girls on the other hand wanted to draw them into conversations and talk girl-talk, which the boys were never used to. Finally Diane rescued them and I learned the girls had invited them to a sing-along in two weeks. I had to laugh. 'You know', I said, 'that is just for girls and mothers of girls'. 'Oh', said Danny. 'That leaves us out', he said a bit disappointingly. 'The guys are having a camp-out that day', Danny told me, 'but we were not invited', snapped Marty. Diane and I knew why but apparently it did not register with the boys. On Monday the boys had to go to school and off came the nail polish and the curls were combed out but they still had panties on. To my surprise Danny had his bra on after being reassured that it did not show. They were both painfully aware that they would have to pee sitting down, as panties were not made for anything else. That was very nice for Diane and me; for once we would not have to endure the missed spots on the floor and the seat would not get pushed up. They were given chores that include cooking and cleaning and they did not object to their new tasks. Now every night we spend it in my room with all of us in nightgowns and Danny is learning new ways to put up our hair. Diane gave Danny a book on hairstyles and he is practicing on Diane and myself. However we did get him to pick out a cute style to try this Saturday. I have also suggested he might like to be blonde like Diane and myself, and he is thinking about it for after the school year. I have already decided to have him go blonde for our vacation, the same color I have my own done in. That will be nice. On Saturday I moved out all the boys' male clothes except for a few pants and tops for school. I have been buying dresses for the boys for 6 months now without having the courage to tell them. So they already have a good feminine wardrobe. Diane and I put all of the dresses and skirts in their closet (they have no pants except for their school clothes) and I waited for them to come home from school. When they got home they refused to put on any of the clothes. 'We are not going to be girls!' they screamed. 'No', I said, 'you're not, but you will wear dresses and act like girls and look like girls. Now go and find a dress you like and put it for now'. Danny didn't say a thing but went straight for an electric blue dress. Diane smiled, 'that is one of my favorites', she said, 'but that requires a special petticoat. I'll get it'. Marty, or 'Em', now began looking through all the pretty dresses we got for him. I went down stairs and waited for what seemed like forever. They finally came down and there were three pretty girls all giggling and smiles until they saw me and then two of them began to frown. Danny was dressed in his electric blue dress with a full petticoat fluffing out from his skirt and a white pinafore with white open toed shoes with a 1-inch heel. Diane had braided his hair in two braids with large white bows on the ends. 'Don't you look pretty Danielle!' I said. He blushed. 'Come on now', Diane said and he curtsied. 'Oh my', I said, 'how nice'. Then Em poked his head around Diane's skirts and he was dressed in a pink satin dress down to his knees with puffed sleeves and double strap black shoes and his hair was a mass of finger curls. I thought he would look so cute as a blonde. He had gold earrings on. Diane saw me look and said he wanted earrings like us so I had to find these clip-ons for now. On Sunday I let the girls wear the same outfits and added gloves with a matching purse. But at the last moment Danny refused to go out. So Diane took him upstairs and when they came back down Danny was smiling and walking in 2-inch pumps and wearing a hat with a veil. I was taking quite a chance taking them to church in dresses since anyone discovering they were boys would be something I could not explain unlike when they were in pants. But my fears were quite unfounded. After the service they went straight for the gaggle of young girls and ignored the boys altogether. When we left it was with a fair amount of kissing from the new girls of mine. As we drove home Danny was very quiet and said only a few words noting that all the girls except him had pierced ears. I told him I had intended to get his ears pierced when they left school but he said nothing more. We have established a routine now that when they get home from school they automatically take off their school shirt and pants and Diane inserts breast forms in Danny's bra. Then he picks out a slip and dress and his high heel shoes. He has been doing very well walking in them so I promised him we would go and get him some higher heels to wear and he seems quite pleased about that. There is still quite a lot to teach the boys on how to act like girls but amazingly they are trying and, I think, looking forward to their vacation in dresses. I finally took my kids out of school and informed them they would all be in dresses from now on. There was a bit of crying from my two newest girls, and Diane was not pleased when she found out she was also required to be in a dress every day from now on. Mainly they saw it as a loss of their boy friends. But I told them they had not played with boys for weeks. So I threw out the last of their pants and put them in pretty dresses with full petticoats. There was one thing that I had to do with Danny. He was a teenager now and at his age he should have the beginning of breasts, ones that did not just fill in the bra. I had talked with my hair stylist and she was very sympathetic to my problem. She had lost a breast to cancer and now wore a prosthetic so she gave me the name of the company who did hers and I talked to them about Danny. Well, after a few weeks, I got back the breasts. They were a 'B' cup and perfectly weighted. I called Danny over and placed the glue on his chest and then carefully applied the prostheses to his chest; they were perfect and looked so real. They even became warm and they were resistant to water so she could take a shower or swim and not worry about taking them off for weeks. But now as a 'B' cup Danny did not fit into his training bras. So we gave them to Em who, to my surprise, was quite thrilled to have them because he could be just like us older girls. I thought to myself my boys are fighting over bras. Danny borrowed a bra from Diane and discovered he was a bit larger than her. She look a bit upset when she found out. We went shopping again for Danny to get bras to fit him. Naturally I went to Victoria's Secret to get him the sexiest and the prettiest. With the new bras Danny looked so cute, like a little princess in his dress. I could not wait to get him to the beauty shop. My friend Mary loved the prosthetics and I took off his bra to show her how smoothly they fit him. It was so hard to tell where the chest ended and the prosthetic began. We we're both in love with the breasts to Danny's embarrassment, but I did detect a bit of pride in his praise as well. Boys can easily be turned when they see that they are praised for their pretty clothes and looks. I had considered having breast implants put in them but this is a better solution since it is less invasive than implants. And when or if they want them out they'll be harder to remove. Still, if this new form does not work I will go ahead and get them done. Diane likes the permanence of implants over the prosthetic forms. Diane wanted to go back to her dark hair and Danny picked a strawberry blonde while Em chose a blonde much like mine. The boys were very brave in getting their ears pierced. Of course they did not want to cry in front of girls until Diane told them she cried when we did it to her. Em did then cry a bit but not much and they soon had each ear lobe pierced twice. It had to be done of course and they will thank me, when they wear larger and heavier earrings. Mary also suggested they get their brows arched and she applied permanent eyelashes which went on one lash at a time. They really looked so cute after it was done. I applied makeup to them and we went over to my mother's. Mom was shocked when she saw Danny and Marty dressed up in dresses and cute hairstyles. But she was quite pleased at their looks and insisted they should stay as girls for the rest of their life. She will be coming to live with us and I am sure she will spoil our two new girls just as she did with Diane. Girls in our family she can relate to since she never had any boys and will enjoy a house of females. So I really hope they decide to stay females after Christmas. Mother took dozens of photos of my new girls especially when they were doing their nails or hair. Of course by Christmas it will be nearly a year in dresses and they will be in school in dresses so I hope they will find female friends to hang out with but, knowing Diane, she will make it happen. 
L-R Kathy/Baby, Mom, Danny, Diane & Marty Thank you for your letter Katherine. It never ceases to amaze me how fast boys become accustomed to becoming girls with the loving guidance from determined mother. We all wish you luck with your new daughters. Auntie Helga |