Nadia's Story

  nadiaNadia Almada wept tears of joy yesterday as she told how the nation has helped her achieve her life-long dream... to finally feel like a real woman. After nearly four million people voted for her as the fifth Big Brother winner, the 27-year-old transsexual said: "I'm overjoyed I've been accepted as a woman for the first time. It's the most amazing feeling - I could burst with happiness." The Portuguese beauty also said she now feels she at last has the confidence to find love - and is desperate to explore her sexuality. "I am a very sexual person," she said. "Of course it has not been long since I had the operation so I have not yet made love with a man. But I am desperately looking forward to it. I just can't wait to find my Mr Right!" After spending her first night out of the house celebrating with champagne Nadia, born a boy called Jorge Alamada, also revealed how she: Felt guilty for keeping her secret from housemates. Has not stopped crying since she won.nadia3 Fancied Jason - but went off him when he became aggressive. Wants to marry her dream man in a big white wedding. Nine million viewers tuned in to see Nadia win with an astonishing 61 per cent of the votes. Afterwards she said: "My whole purpose of being in the house was to feel in myself that I am a real woman. And I do now. "It was so important for me to gain acceptance as a woman, not something else. I felt guilty not telling the other housemates, but they've all now told me it doesn't matter and it doesn't change the relationship I have with them. "I feel like a real woman for the first time - and I can't even put into words how good that feels. I am so emotional. I cannot stop crying." Nadia was stunned to find her mother Conceicao, who lives in their home village on the Portuguese island of Madeira, waiting for her at the final. The pair have not seen each other for a year - since before Nadia became a full woman. They wept as they hugged each other and Conceicao told her daughter: "I'm so proud of you. You look beautiful." Nadia said: "We have always been very, very close. I have not seen her for a year because I wanted to wait until the operation was complete and until I felt comfortable with being a woman. "But there has been no problem. My mum accepts me totally and says she is very, very proud of me. That means so much to me. Seeing her again was so emotional."nadiaandmother  
  "I was so unbelievably happy that she came to see me, I can't even express how happy that made me. It was a shock but such a nice shock. We have a lot of catching up to do. I can't believe she's here! I can't wait to spend lots of time with her over the next few days. "I missed my special friends and my beautiful family so much. They have stood by me throughout everything." Nadia has not seen her father Luis Leodoro, 51, since he walked out on them when they were living in South Africa in 1992. He was tracked down to a remote town on the border with Botswana where he now makes a living stacking shelves in a shop. He only heard last week that Jorge was now a woman. But as he sipped champagne yesterday, he toasted Nadia's success and said he was counting the seconds before he would meet his new daughter. "I have been practising to make sure I call her Nadia, not Jorge," he said. "She looks so beautiful in the pictures, I cannot wait to see her in the flesh. nadia2"Nadia is extremely beautiful - perhaps the most beautiful woman our family has ever produced, though I would love her even if she wasn't beautiful." But Nadia says she is not sure whether she wanted to see Luis. Smiling wistfully, she said: "The only problem I have with my family is my dad. That goes back a lot of years. "I'm not sure whether I will see him again. I have a lot of other things to think about first." Sultry Nadia told how she at first fancied Jason in the Big Brother House and thought he had an amazing body. But she went off him after getting to know him and having shouting matches with him. She said: "I thought he was gorgeous at first, especially when he went into the house in just a leopard-skin thong. "Initially he was very attractive to me, because he is my type physically. He is a good-looking man and I noticed him admiring my breasts a few times. "But then I got to know him! Me and him clashed a bit because we are both fiery personalities. I WANT my man to be someone kind, trustworthy - that's very important - and someone who is willing to share everything with me. I am so happy right now and I would love to share that with somebody. "I would love a big white wedding. I can't wait to walk up the aisle in that dress, looking fabulous and feeling so happy. "It's every little girl's dream - and in my mind, I have always been a girl. So it's what I want so much." Nadia's only sadness is that she will never be able to bear children. Her eyes filled with tears as she said: "I got used to that idea a long time ago because I have had to. "But it still makes me sad because I would love to have a family. I don't know whether I would adopt. But I do love children." Nadia almost confessed her secret to her fellow housemates when they were talking about having babies. She had to admit she could not have children despite being young and fit - and curious housemates asked why. She admitted: "I don't like lying and before that point I hadn't really had to lie - I just didn't tell the whole truth. Nadia's sex-change op cost £15,000 - and she had it done on after arriving here from Madeira in 1999. She - then he - was assessed by a GP and a psychiatrist before being sent to a gender assessment clinic. Nadia was then put on its male-to-female programme which includes counselling, therapy and hormone treatment. She was told she had to hold down a job as a woman for at least 12 months and did a stint at Sainsbury's in Woking, Surrey.



Hello Last year I told my story of how I became a practicing transvestite, it was published as Cathy's Story. A lot has happened since then so I thought it was time for an update. I have been very surprised with how quickly my ‘femme’ life has progressed. Perhaps the biggest surprise for me was a change of name. For reasons I’m not sure, of my daughter decided I had to drop my femme name of ‘Cathy Mann’ and she wanted me to be known as ‘Helene’. Her husband felt I should take things further and create a whole female character around ‘Helene’ and when I dressed up as a woman that I should get completely into the role; I had to completely believe I was female. I was a bit taken aback by these suggestions but a girl has to do what a girl has to do and so threw myself into becoming ‘Helene’ and it has been an incredibly fun and rewarding time. I only began to dress as a woman in November 2000 at the age of 41 and now I can hardly believe or understand why I suppressed my desire to dress as a female. I truly believe I was a complete idiot not to dress up and I regret wasting over twenty years of my life denying I was a transvestite. It was the discovery of the ‘Transformation’ web site that got me started as an active practicing transvestite as the opportunity to buy wigs, dresses, high heels and of course make up in a discrete manner was exactly what I required at that time. My biggest and most exciting discovery being silicone breast forms, these were beyond my wildest imaginings and I just had to buy some! I have been learning with a passion how to dress and look female and now feel I am starting to get somewhere. It is not an easy process for the beginner but perseverance and practice eventually pay off, so if you feel you are not getting anywhere I can sympathise but stress you must endeavour with your efforts, it will work out for you, do not give up. The process of transforming myself from a male into a female is incredible fun and so liberating. When I’m finally dressed as a woman wearing my make up and walking in heels I feel on a total high, it is the most sensational feeling and I adore looking and feeling this way. My dream has always to pass as a convincing looking woman but I really believed I would never do more than dress up alone and in private. The big shock came in October 2001 when my daughter's husband asked me when I would be going out as 'Helene'. I had never considered this possibility, but the seed took hold and grew.  
  One evening in February 2002 I found myself walking out of the house and getting into my car experiencing a new sensation: my long hair was blowing in the breeze. ‘So what’ you may be thinking. Well as a man I’m bald but tonight I had long hair and what’s more tonight I was telling myself I was a woman. I had on full make up, I was wearing an elegant ladies trouser suit with a gorgeous ladies white shirt and I felt fantastic. I started up my car and set off for an hour and half’s drive to meet for the first time other transvestites, people like me, I was both nervous and excited. I had learned of a coffee evening for transvestites and made the decision to attend. I was about to venture out of the house and into the public domain, it was very exciting. I realised I could not park near the venue and I was faced with a long public walk from where I eventually parked. As I slipped out of the car and stood up in my heels on the windy February night I was thrilled and on a total high. I was about to walk for the first time in public dressed up as a woman! It was heady stuff. As I walked down the street I had to pass several people and a few small groups and I was surprised not to draw any strange looks. I realised at that moment how much imagined paranoia we transvestites suffer, the reality was quite different. I began to think maybe I actually look okay and they just see me as a woman. I began to relax and thoroughly enjoy being a girl and must admit I felt a touch of disappointment when I arrived at the venue. The night out was great and my confidence soared tremendously. I adored being out like this and chatting away with other T-girls, this was a dream come true. As with all good things the night came to an end and I set off back to my car. The pubs were emptying as I walked back and I noticed a few men looking at me when suddenly one fell in step with me and began to chat me up!!!! Total panic ensued, I’m a man, I don’t want to get involved with men and he thinks I’m a woman, what do I do? I continued walking and didn’t say a word I just smiled a lot and realised I was actually enjoying this, it was so flattering. It was the ultimate transvestite compliment, he thought I was female! Eventually I reached my car smiled sweetly and gave him a wave and drove off. I wondered how he would have reacted if he discovered I was in reality a man dressed up? I think I was fortunate as things could have gone wrong for me. It taught me to be careful. I have now been out dressed up as a woman on several occasions including a trip to Glasgow city centre during which I actually forgot I was a man! I have become so relaxed with being ‘Helene’ that I just think I’m a girl when I’m dressed ‘en femme’. Of course I only have to open my mouth and my voice is a total giveaway and I do need to refine my body language but I feel I improve all the time. I have found that now I spend time appearing as a woman that my life is enriched and more fulfilled. I have unconsciously slipped into regular things many women do. For example I was getting fed up shaving my legs and I now have them waxed every three weeks. I was waiting for my appointment in a beauty salon when a work colleague arrived and she was very surprised to see me in there. Without thinking told her I was in for my eyebrow and leg waxing, she looked totally dumbstruck! I suddenly realised I was sitting in this big salon surrounded by beauticians and only female customers. She now knows I’m a transvestite but fortunately for me she is discrete, yet another warning for me I should take more care in the future with my secret. I truly adore becoming a woman (albeit part time) it is such a fantastic experience and I would never give up being a transvestite. I feel privileged to have been born a transgendered person and that I can now experience life in both genders, I really do believe that transvestites are special people. It is so wonderful not to be constrained by conventional roles and of course dressing up is such fun. I for one would have it no other way.   Lots of love, Helene (Formerly Cathy) XX

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  The second series of Hotel Stephnaie went out on BBC ! Wales last Tuesday 14th September to rave reviews and great viewing figures which is great and gave me the boost I needed as I'm always very nervous when something new is happening. If you missed it you can still check it out using BBC I Player. This series mainly concentrates on me opening up a new hotel, The Wynnstay Arms Hotel in Wrexham in North Wales and all the trials and tribulation that opening a new hotel entails. Check us out on Facebook, The Transformation page is now up and running so keep in touch and see what's going on here in the Transformation offices !!! Lots of half price offers at the moment - check out Weekly Deal. Hormones and breast forms are half price with some that are even more than half price !! Why not stock up or try someting new and get your feminisation programme off to a great start. Remember if you need any advice or would like us to set up your own personal programme then drop us an email or give us a ring and we will set that up for you. Your Friend Stephanie xx

KATIE'S STORY

Hi, My name is Katie. I am a 24 year old cross dresser from Oxford. I have written this story about me because I was inspired by Zoë's story which I am sure you all read and linked with in most ways.   I have been dressing for as long as I can remember. At school at the age of 5 I performed in my first school play as one of the ugly sisters - although at age 5 how could I possibly be ugly?? This was I think my first time wearing girls clothes but not the last. I grew up and went to secondary school and although I was normal to everyone and had a normal school life my private life was very different. I have lived my life feeling cheated, I have always felt that I have been given the wrong body, feeling sad about who I am, sometimes it even feels like a punishment. I have been dressing now for 19 years and although I dont regret it I have had so many problems in life. I met my first girlfriend when I was 16 and we were together for 5 years, and out of this relationship I had a child. This I know now was a mistake but these things happen, I wanted the child at the time because I thought maybe it will make me feel like a man and after all that is what I am supposed to be. My girlfriend was sort of supportive. We experimented with me dressing for sexual fun which was not my aim, but at least a way of being a girl. I started wanting to dress more, I wanted to be dressed around the house because that's just how I felt, not for any sexual reason. This put my girlfriend off as she realised that I wanted to be a girl and I was not just doing it for our bedtime fun. I started dressing in her clothes when she was out, and cutting a long story short she finally left me for another man.   After about a year and a half of living back at home with no dressing, I met another girl, Sally, who I still love to this day. Again, every time she was out I dressed and spent some quality time with myself - unfortunately this relationship broke down too and I started to get depressed. We split because of me wanting to be a girl even though she doesn't know that's the reason for us moving apart. The present day however has started getting better. I am still a closet dresser and still scared of meeting anyone or telling anyone about me, but I'm happier. I have got myself a great design job as creative director in a marketing and advertising agency - this pays well so I have been able to expand my collection a female clothes, and buy the things I like instead of wearing other girls clothes. It is giving me the chance to express myself. I have just managed to sort out a place of my own so freedom to be me whenever I like is in sight. I hope you read this and understand the way I feel, I would like to give my support to anyone who needs it. I am a good listener and will answer any mail I get, maybe with each others help we can all get out of the closet and stop being afraid of who we are..... Love, Katie XXX starr_katie@hotmail.com

MARGARET'S STORY

  Hi, my name is Margaret and I'd like to tell you about my first 'real' cross-dressing experience. I had played the part of the daughter of Rosie O'Grady in a school play - it was an all boys school and since I was always one of the shortest boys, I'd get picked to play the girl. That first time I was 7 years old and I absolutely loved all the attention and the way I felt and looked. Of course I couldn't let on.   When I was about 12 years old, our next door neighbor asked my mother if I would be willing to help her alter some of her clothes, as she did a great deal of sewing and alterations etc. She had just provided me with a dress for another school play and knew that I was her size. My mother agreed that I would help, without even consulting me. This lady was always very good to us and mother felt that it was the least we could do. The next afternoon, after school, I went next door and Polly, our neighbor, thanked me for coming in to help her. I wasn't aware of exactly she wanted to do until I got there. She had a few dresses hanging on a hook on the back of the door, and told me that she needed to hem them and take them in a bit. She wanted me to put them on so that she could use me as a manniquin. Initially she asked me to remove my shirt and pants, which I did. She put the dress on me and decided that she had to put a stuffed bra on me so that the dress fell properly. She and I were the exact same size. She began hemming the dress and I was absolutely loving the feeling I had wearing this dress.   The next day I suggested that she would get a better idea of how her dresses would look if I was wearing heels. She smiled. I think she knew that I was enjoying this little sojourn into pretending to be a girl. She said, "That's a very good idea. In fact, in order to fit the heels on properly you'll need stockings and garters". I had no objection to that! Finally she said, "Why don't I put a slip on you, then the dress will fall just right". She got me all dressed and proceeded to do her alterations. When she was done she was going to give me some hot cocoa and cookies. She said, "Go inside and change and I'll have the cocoa ready for you". Instead of changing, I posed in front of her full length mirror, loving the way I looked. I went out to the kitchen and she wondered why I hadn't changed. I told her that I liked the dress and the way it looked on me and didn't want to change yet. She was wonderful! From that day on, whenever I went to help her, she would get me all dressed in female attire and eventually put some make-up on me and even a wig.   She never told my parents and continued to have me come to her apartment regularly dress me up, even when she didn't have any alterations to do. In fact, she had altered a few outfits just for me! That was one of the greatest experiences I ever had with cross-dressing... Margaret

SUSAN'S STORY

  I was 14 years old and had been dressing in earnest for about 18 months. Up until then I had occasionally tried on my cousin's tutu and school uniform and had famously allowed myself to be tricked into playing all afternoon in her garden in her wonderfully garish party dress, something she loved to remind me of although I suspect not if she knew what I really liked to get up to. But when I turned 13 it suddenly became more serious. I wanted to wear underwear, jewellery and make-up. I wanted people to pass me in the street and look at the well-dressed young lady across the road. I had wonderful fun working out the order in which my mother's clothes went on and feeling the beautiful constriction of a bra for the first time. After about 18 months of bunking off school or pretending to be ill and sneaking into my mother's wardrobe I wanted to go out dressed. My opportunity came one cold November afternoon. I had been left in the house on my own with the certainty that I would not be disturbed until early evening. My only task was to walk the dog.   On hearing the front door close I decided to begin the day again en femme. I went to bed in a nightie for a cat-nap and woke up and had a bath. Having dried myself I put on a beautiful soft lilac negligee and went over to my mother's dressing table and applied make-up, mascara, eye shadow and lipstick, none too expertly. I then dried my hair. My hair was quite long in those days and could be styled into a passably female style. Having put my face on I then dived into the wardrobe, desperate to transform myself from a gangly teenage boy into a gamine young woman with a taste for sensible clothes. I stuffed a white lacy bra with a pair of socks, put on a pair of matching panties and dark blue tights and a lovely slip with a lace trim around the bodice and hem. I loved that slip and always got a thrill when I saw the lacy hem against a blue-stockinged thigh. I then chose a white chiffon blouse with puff sleeves and a long bow at the collar and a dark blue pleated skirt. It was perfect, with my lacy underwear covering my small bust showing through the blouse. I finished it off with a pair of earrings and a pearly necklace. I donned a pair of dark blue patent leather court shoes and after choosing a suitable handbag I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. Looking back at me was a shy, pretty girl who looked as though she worked in an office as a secretary or a sales assistant in a department store. I thought I looked so feminine it was ridiculous to think of me as anything else. I was quaking with excitement. I wondered what her name was. It wouldn't be a racy name like Samantha, more likely to be a more modest name like Claire, but that did not go with my surname very well. Then I remembered that everyone I knew seemed to have an older sister called Susan and they were always nice and if rather dull girls. I liked the name, a sort of "everywoman's" name, and so it was that I became Susan for the first time. It was then downstairs to find a suitable coat and hat to protect me against the cold. I felt the rustle of my skirts as I went downstairs and noticed the pleated skirt billow with my descent exposing the hem of my slip. At this rate I was going to be lucky to get out of the house without wetting myself. I chose a cream raincoat and a silk scarf tied loosely around my shoulders. I did not have the confidence to venture out without anything on my head in case I was recognised so I put on a woollen bonnet popular at the time which I felt framed my made-up face nicely and showed off my earrings.   Closing the back door behind me with the rather bewildered dog on the lead, I felt the cold wind in my skirts - it was delicious and I felt a quiet gasp of pleasure at this sudden vulnerability and internalising, all- pervading femininity. I felt my movements grow calmer. If someone had spoken to me at that moment my voice would have been higher and softer. Sneaking out the back gate I looked both ways and seeing there was nobody about I ventured out with quick short steps. The feeling of exposure only intensified. As I got used to walking and gained confidence I began to mince a little. I loved the fact that it was cold and that I was being kept warm by wonderful feminine attire. I walked for miles, slowly gaining the confidence to walk on the same side of the road as passers-by. I walked through parks and past shops which I stopped to gaze into hoping to catch my reflection. A rather alarming incident occurred when another dog started to pay attention to mine and its owner, a middle-aged man, seemed to want to engage in conversation about canine matters. I smiled sweetly and nodded my head a few times and carried on. I don't think he ever twigged. I was so ecstatic I could have skipped.   It was beginning to get dark and it was time to head for home before the nightmare scenario of my parents and siblings being in the house whilst I, dressed up to the nines, was marooned outside. I walked home quickly nervously checking to see whether any cars had returned before me. Had there been I do not know what I would have done apart from go into a quiet, blind panic. Waving mischievously to the old lady across the road in the semi-darkness I slipped through the back gate and into the house. The house seemed warm after the cold of outside. I hung up my coat, hat and scarf in the cloakroom and went upstairs and undressed, taking care to put everything away exactly as I had found it. It was a relief to be able to take my shoes off. I then had another bath to wash off all the make-up and whilst I was in the bath the rest of the household returned. "Could you leave the bath in," came my mother's voice through the door. "Yes Mum," I said. "Did walk the dog?" "Oh yes," I said more dreamily. "We had a lovely long walk." As I thought of the blissful last few hours I sank back into the bath and I am afraid did what teenage boys do in bathrooms on their own. That night my parents were going out. I had to smile when I saw my mother dressed in exactly the same clothes as I had been wearing only a couple of hours before. I thought she looked lovely and showed great taste. My first outdoor experience dressed as Susan remains to this day my finest.

John Williams has an exclusive interview and photo session with the divine Davina, winner of the UK's top cross-dressing competition... Looking as pretty as a picture, 18 years old Davina Willis stole the judges' eye to become the UK's first-ever 'Tranny of the Year' in a contest shown on Channel 5.

 

A total of eighty tranny hopefuls had originally entered the competition, half coming from London and half from the North West of England. But by the time it came to the grand final, the budding beauty queens had been narrowed down to just six.

 

The final was a star-studded occasion, with Ruby Wax as compare and actress Patsy Palmer among the judges. For the three rounds, Davina wore a long lacy halter-top and hot pants; then changed into a schoolgirl outfit, and finally into a glittery long dress.

 

She proved to be a sensation. As one of the judges remarked during her televised interview, “You’re just so lovely and dainty and feminine!”.

 

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Back at home in Romford, Essex, Davina is David Willis -the typical boy next door. His family knows all about his feminine side, and their reaction is mixed. His brother wont hide his open disapproval, but mum and dad are far more relaxed.

 

“Dad used to work in Soho, so he’s seen it all before,” said David. “They watched me in the contest and they really thought it was great.”

 

With her blond hair, long legs and and a body that slips into a size 12 dress and size 7 shoes, the 5’9″ tall Davina has a natural-born femininity. It’s hard to believe she has only been out in public for just over a year.

 

David had first started dressing in his mum’s clothes when he was about eight, in a domestic scenario behind locked doors that must be familiar to many of us. Later, he progressed to chancing putting on make-up when he got home from school and had the house to himself.

 

When he was 17, he took his first step outside, and has never looked back…



LISA'S NEW SISTER

I grew up in a small house with two bedrooms, So Mom had one room and mysister, Lisa and I shared the other room. So It was easy for me to getcourious and try on my sister's clothes.

I started out with her panties andslip, then gradually added a bra and nylons. As time went on I started towear Lisa'a dresses and petticoats when she was not at home. I would sneakand wear her lingerie to bed at night and sometimes in the morning I wouldwear her panties and nylons under my regular clothes when I had time to putthem on before school. One day while Lisa was staying late at school, I hurried home and put herclothes on. I was parading around the house and doing some household choreswhen the front door opened. I ran to our bedroom and hid in the closet. Icould here my sister coming in. I could also hear her talking with someoneelse. She had come home with one of her girlfriends and they were talkingabout what they were going to wear to a party coming up this month. My heart was pounding hard as I listened to them talking. I was hoping theywere going to leave again soon and I could continue with my dressing fun.Well all of a sudden Lisa's girlfriend opened the closet door and there Iwas, standing in the middle of the closet in Lisa's dress and heels. She just stopped talking for a few minutes. It seemed like forever. Then shestarted to giggle and then laugh really load. Lisa asked what was so funnyand she motioned for Lisa to came and see. As my sister got close enough tosee me, she grabbed me and dragged me from the closet. She was very upsetat me at first, then she started laughing right along with her girlfriend.They started to call me sissy names. Her girl friend lifted up my dress andsaw I was wearing lacey pink panties. They all blurted out some morelaughing again. They told me to walk around so they could look at me. Finally they settled down a bit and told me go out into the living room fora little while. I did as they said. While I was sitting on the couch, Icould here them in the bedroom talking and giggling, but I couldnt make outwhat they were saying. Then I heard my sister call me in. As I came into theroom they were still trying not to giggle at me. There was a slightsilence, then Lisa said I was going to be there new little sister. They saidthat I would no longer be wearing boys clothes and as Lisa removed all myclothes from the dresser, her girlfriend was placing some of Lisa's pantiesand extra slips and nylons in the drawers. Lisa also took all my jeans andshirts out of the closet and said that the right side of her closet wasgoing to be mine and she hung up a few dresses me to wear. They told me Iwas going to wear panties and nylons everyday including to school. Lisa and her girlfriend said that this weekend they would go out and get mesome more lingerie and nylons so that I would have enough to wear all week.I was to wear everything under my clothes to school. Then when I got homethey would have a petticoat and dress laid out for me to wear. I was nowgoing to do all of her girl chores around the house in my dress. And if Ididnt do as they said they would tell all my friends at school how I like towear sissy clothes. I continued to be Lisa's new sister all thru my school days and as I gotolder they helped me with make up and clothing to keep in style and to thisday I am still her little sister. Hey, keep in touch, Miss Lee

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PROTECTING ALICE (PART 1)

I am a 14 year old called Alan and I live with my mum and dad, my sister does not live at home as she had a disagreement with my parents a few years ago, so she moved out and now lives at a boarding school. I have kept in touch with my sister Helen, but I have not let my parents know this, so as not to start any arguments with them. I came home from school early on Friday as a reward for doing well in my course work, so I got home before my parents did but this was not a problem as I had my own key to the house. I had the house all to my self, I rushed up to my room and turned my computer on to check for any emails that I might have received. I had just started to read them when I heard a car pull up in the drive way, it was my mum and dad, so I just settled back down to read my emails. I heard the front door open and close and after a little while I heard shouting coming from downstairs. I quickly turned my computer off and quietly creeped along the landing, to see what all the shouting was all about and that was when I saw my dad start to hit my mum. My mum replied that she was leaving him and that as soon as Alan was home she was going to take him away from him forever. My father the grabbed my mother's neck. I was terrified by this as I did not know what to do, so I watched as I watched my mothers body get looser and looser and then just hang there limp, when my father released my mum she did not move and then he looked around to see if anyone had saw him. I then thought he might be coming upstairs so I ran into my parent's room to hide as there was no places in my room that I could hide from him. When I got into my parent's room I quickly looked around for somewhere to hide and saw the big wardrobe up against one of the walls, so I ran and opened it and climbed in, hiding behind some of my mother's long dresses that where in there. As I closed the door I heard steps coming up the stairs and into my room, them after a while I heard the steps go into each of the rooms ending up in the room I was hiding in.
    Whether he had heard some noise earlier or not I did not know, but I was terrified at being found so I was being very still and quiet when the wardrobe door was opened. I dared not breath for fear of giving my self away. After what seemed like hours, but was in fact only a few minutes, the doors where shut and I heard footsteps walking away. I then heard the front door open and shut. I creeped out of the wardrobe and up to the window in and saw my father getting into his car and drive of towards my school, so after what I had just seen and heard my father do and say, it was fair to say terrified out of my skin. I suddenly knew what I had to do, and that was to go into hiding from my dad! So I ran into my room and grabbed a bag, and stuffed some of my clothes into it and ran down stairs and out of the back door and away from the house. After I had got to the other side of town I saw a cheap hotel and booked myself in under a different name for a night, I then called my sister Helen and when she answered and said that I sounded scared, I told her about all that I had seen and heard. She asked where I was so I told her, she then told me to turn my mobile of and to wait the for her to arrive, after 3 hours Helen arrived with a big bag, and said that the police had called her to ask if she had seen or spoke to me today, because I had gone missing from school. She them reassured my that she believed my story, but my father will soon start showing pictures of me around the area to find where I had gone, and that she had a plan to hide me but that I would have to do exactly what she said to do, I replied that I would do anything to stay hidden from him as he is going to kill me.
    I asked her what her plan was and she then said that as everyone was looking for me Alan as a 14 year old boy, I was to become a girl and her cousin I thought about the plan for a few minutes and then agreed to her plan. Helen then asked me to strip all of my clothes of and to stand upright in the middle of the room, witch I did and then Helen looked my body all over and said to go into the bathroom and run the bath, and that she will be there in a minuet, she came in with some female bath lotion that she pored into the bath, and instructed me to get in to the bath. After washing myself all over my skin felt different, but I could not place my finger on what it was, and then my sister leaned into the bath and but some female shaving gel on my legs, chest and arms and started to shave the hair off my body. When she had done she asked me to lift my arms and then shaved under my arms as well, when it was all done she told me to rinse all of the bubbles and gel off and to come back into the bedroom after I had dried my self. I when into the bedroom to see that Helen had opened her bag on the bed and took out some of her clothes, and after looking over her selection she selected a flowery pair of pink panties that had a lace frill around the edge that she then gave to me, I pulled them on up my shaved leg and was amassed at how smoothly they slid up my smooth legs. Next she passed me a matching bra and explained how it was put on by females, and after a little struggle I managed to get the latches at the back to catch shut, she then passed me some of her old tights with some small weights in the toe ends. I looked at her with a confused expression and said "where do I put these?" and the reply was that they where to go into the cups of the bra, and that the weights would make the bras act like they where designed for, so I put the weighted tights into the bra cups and after a little bit of moving them around, the bra felt heavier and seemed to handle better.
    I asked her what her plan was and she then said that as everyone was looking for me Alan as a 14 year old boy, I was to become a girl and her cousin I thought about the plan for a few minutes and then agreed to her plan. Helen then asked me to strip all of my clothes of and to stand upright in the middle of the room, witch I did and then Helen looked my body all over and said to go into the bathroom and run the bath, and that she will be there in a minuet, she came in with some female bath lotion that she pored into the bath, and instructed me to get in to the bath. After washing myself all over my skin felt different, but I could not place my finger on what it was, and then my sister leaned into the bath and but some female shaving gel on my legs, chest and arms and started to shave the hair off my body. When she had done she asked me to lift my arms and then shaved under my arms as well, when it was all done she told me to rinse all of the bubbles and gel off and to come back into the bedroom after I had dried my self. I when into the bedroom to see that Helen had opened her bag on the bed and took out some of her clothes, and after looking over her selection she selected a flowery pair of pink panties that had a lace frill around the edge that she then gave to me, I pulled them on up my shaved leg and was amassed at how smoothly they slid up my smooth legs. Next she passed me a matching bra and explained how it was put on by females, and after a little struggle I managed to get the latches at the back to catch shut, she then passed me some of her old tights with some small weights in the toe ends. I looked at her with a confused expression and said "where do I put these?" and the reply was that they where to go into the cups of the bra, and that the weights would make the bras act like they where designed for, so I put the weighted tights into the bra cups and after a little bit of moving them around, the bra felt heavier and seemed to handle better.
    After this was done she asked my to turn around so that she could work on my hair, into a more female style which she did by putting my shoulder length into a pony tail, tied of at the end with a girls pink hair ribbon. She said to open my eyes and to look at my new self and I was gob smacked so I got up and started to walk towards the mirror in the room when Helen said that there was one thing missing and that was shoes, she then got a pair of 3" cream court shoes out of her bag and slipped them onto my feet. I then tried walking towards to mirror and found that with the 3" heels and the petticoat I could not move my legs as much as I could before and that i had to walk slower. After I had mastered the walking like a girl, Helen said that she could not call me Alan and that she would call me Alice from know on, and that it was time to go or our father would find us. So we quickly gathered all of her clothes that she did not use into her big bag, and piled my own clothes into my own bag and then put in her big bag, and quickly left the hotel and headed towards the train station. As we started walking along the road I was terrified in two ways, one was that our father would come along the street and recognise me despite the disguise, and the second was that other people would recognise that I was a boy dressed as a girl. Helen sensing my nerves reassured me that I was not attracting any glances, and to just act like I had always been a girl and not to think about it, so I took her advise and then realised that the wind was blowing the dress that I was wearing, and that the wind was flowing around my legs. I had to admit that the feeling of the wind blowing around my smooth legs, was a brand new experience but one that I was starting to enjoy.
    I asked Helen in a softer voice then was normally mine, that got softer and softer and I talked to her where she was going to hide me as I had know idea where to go, she said not to worry about it as she had the perfect place lined up and she just had to get me there without being seen by anyone on the look out for you. It turned out that Helen was taking me to her boarding school, and when I realised this, I said "but I can't stay here with you as I am not a girl and this is a girl's boarding school!" she replied, "what better place to hide a 14 year old boy than in a girls boarding school, and besides you don't look anything like a boy at the moment!" At which point I looked down at myself and realised that for most of the journey here, I had not thought about being a boy and had just acted like a girl, because that was what I was dressed as. I then raised my next objection - how was I going to blend into a girl's boarding school when none there had seen me there before? Helen gave a little chuckle and said that she was in her own room with space for one other girl, and as she was very close to the head mistress of the boarding school, all she had to do was to sneak me into her room without anyone seeing us along the way. She would then go and talk to the head mistress about Alice, and explained all of what had happened and why she had taken the steps that she had, she was sure that the head mistress would help with the problem of keeping me hidden from our father. So using as much stealth as possible we sneaked into the school grounds, and up into Helen's room luckily no one saw us as we made our way to Helen's room, Helen then told me to take of all of her clothes apart from the panties and bra, and started the hunt in a draw. After I had taken off all of her clothes apart from the panties and bra, she passed me a cotton nightdress, and told me to climb into the bottom bunk bed, and to make sure that the nightdress stayed smoothed out above and below my legs whilst in the bed. Helen then said that she was going to see the head mistress about Alice and that she would be locking the door behind her and if anyone knocked on the door, whilst she was gone, to just act like you are not here. With that Helen opened and closed the door to her room and then locked it. Then the realisation caught up with me. That my mother was now dead and that my father was looking for me in order to kill me, so I quietly wept. To be continued