The Office Boy
By Janey Stickney
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"You would have done this sooner or later anyway Diane. If I help guide you then you'll have an easier time of it and I get to have another daughter who is a lady to her core." She glanced at me and saw the worry on my face. "Diane, you are a boy, that's true. But only on the outside I think. Inside, where it counts the most I think you're a girl. That wasn't clear to me until I saw you for the first time this morning, then it was obvious, to both of us I think. Am I right?" It was my moment of truth, and without even thinking about it I nodded my head yes. "I don't think that you feel you're much different from any other girl at this moment Diane. I know that you want people to think you're a girl, and you want them to treat you like a girl, so we'll have to make them think you're a girl, won't we?" Again, I nodded my head yes, but this time I knew I had a smile on my face. "You'll need panties and bras of your own Diane, so why don't we start there." It was a statement of course. We both knew I would do whatever she wanted.
I walked right beside my mother, keeping step with her, noticing how she held her hands and like her shadow, I began doing the same things. In the lingerie department we bought a dozen panties and three new bras before we moved to the junior department where I tried on several skirts and dresses which we bought along with two suits. In the shoe department I tried on shoes and found that Claire and I wore the same size, so I only bought a pair of beige flats. "Let's put the packages in the car Diane, and then we can have some lunch before your appointment at the salon." "My appointment?" "While you were in trying on that nice pink suit I asked the girl to call ahead and get you an appointment. You do want to look your best on Monday don't you?" "But I thought I was going to do this on the weekends for three weeks before I went to work as a girl!" Mom was pushing me to see how far I would go, so in a fit of bravery, I one upped her to see what she would do. "Of course! Maybe I'll get my hair colored and a nice perm at the same time." "That's probably best if you're going to work as a woman. Maybe they can pierce your ears at the same time." Mother was not about to be one upped by me, and had even raised the stakes a bit higher. Unfortunately I had nothing else to offer and my bravery made it firm. I could only smile in my acceptance. I had walked up to the cliff and stepped right off so to speak.
After lunch we walked to the salon in the mall and a woman named Betty took me to a chair. "This is Debbie, she'll be your stylist." I looked at her and smiled. After some discussion about what I wanted, Debbie concluded that I didn't have a clue, and she simply told me that she would do a 'modest' amount of work on my hair before she started on me. I simply let her do her work with a minimum of chatter. When I had to move to the dryer another girl came over and started in on my nails, removing the ones I had put on that morning then made them slightly longer and used a light red polish on them. While she was doing my nails another girl pierced my ears and added small gold hoops! When Debbie was done and I looked in the mirror I was stunned at just how much a simple hairstyle can make a person change. My once soft brown hair was now blond, done in soft waves on top that terminated in sharp curls behind my head. My hair was just below my ears, brushed out to frame my face with bangs that were swept to one side. In my ears sat small gold hoops. I looked so different that it was hard not to keep looking in the mirror!
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