I had just turned seventeen years old. I was in the second semester of my junior year in high school. I was somewhat of a loner, although I did get together in a study group regularly with four girls from my advanced classes. That was pretty much the focus of my social life. I was an only child and very close to my mother. My father had a job that took him out of town for weeks at a time. So most of the time, it was just...

That Saturday will always be a fond memory. In just one day, my fantasies and dreams merged into reality. Two days before, I was a boy who wore his mother’s lingerie and pretended to be a girl. After that day, I was transforming into a girl. It reached deep inside of me. As I fell asleep that night, wearing a pink nightie, I felt at peace with myself. When I awoke on Sunday, I lay there. I thought about what had happened....

As the school year wound down, Linda and I became closer friends. Our study group met weekly and all the other girl’s moms liked me. We had our first group meeting at our house and mom loved meeting the girls. They all loved her and told her that she was just the greatest for letting me be the girl I wanted to be. I didn’t know at the time, but Linda had talked to mom about how she felt about fixing me up with a date. Mom...

It was nearing the end of junior year. I dressed as a girl so often that I was finding it difficult to act like a boy at school. I did my best, but I couldn’t help being effeminate. I heard references in my classes to a “sissy” and “he acts like a girl.” But I had my girlfriends who knew and supported Robin. Even though I came to school dressed as a boy, they knew I wasn't a sissy. I was a girl. With only a few weeks left...