The Tomboy Tapes (TG) Part 3



“Oh my God,”  Dad gasped in shock. “This can’t be true!”
“I did listen to them.”  I agreed. “But they didn’t seem to help my grades at
all!”
“There has to be some way to reverse this,”  Mom sobbed. “I never meant to turn
him into a girl, it was all meant for Cindy!”
“I know dear,”  Dad consoled her with a hug. “I went along with it to make you
happy. Don’t worry, we’ll find some way to fix it.”
“What if you can’t?”  Cindy asked. “What then?”
Knowing what had happened seemed to strengthen the little resolve to stop that
I had left.  “Please, there has to be a way.”  I sobbed. “I was never meant to
be like this, there has to be some way to change me back again!”
“But you said you wanted to be a girl, I wish you’d make up your mind!”  Cindy
sighed. “First you want to be a girl, then you don’t, I’m confused.”
“So was I!”  I cried. “Those tapes did this to me! I never ever wanted to be a
girl, it’s not my fault!”
“Calm down, quit crying,”  Dad told me. “This whole thing is crazy but there
must be a way out. Just be patient and for God’s sake don’t let anyone see you
dressed up!”
Mom and dad contacted the company that made the tapes but they had never faced
a problem like this either. It turns out that the tapes were a new addition to
their line of products which were used to help turn men into women! They were
so successful with a line of tapes that helped mothers turn their sons into
sweet young ladies that they branched out into tapes to help women due the same
to their Tomboy daughters! I was unlucky enough to have used a series of tapes
meant for a girl. 
After numerous visits to Psychiatrists and weeks of testing mom, dad, and I
were called in to a counselors office and given the results. After much
research with the company that made the tapes it was found that the tapes had
an ingenious feature built into them which while planting and reinforcing the
suggestion of increasing femininity built a defense against removing the
suggestions!  The counselor explained that by listening to the entire set of
tapes I had unknowingly allowed this defense to complete it’s work and there
was absolutely no way to overcome it.  That explained the gradual loss of
resistance that I had noticed, little by little the feature had broken my
resistance and changed my thought process. Having completed the change it
welded shut the door to the area that it had changed to prevent any reversal.
It was all very precise and scientifically done, I would never again be able to
go back to being a normal boy.  For the rest of my life I would feel out of
place as a male, my actions would become increasingly feminine and I would find
myself drawn to feminine clothing and lifestyle. If I expressed my feelings I
would be a social outcast, if I tried to suppress them there was no telling the
extent of mental problems I would experience.
I heard the counselor pronounce my death sentence.  “The only thing that I
could possibly recommend at this point is that your son undergo treatment for
gender reassignment.”  He told my weeping parents. “It would actually require
very little adjustment on his part and would avoid a lifetime of torment and
mental anguish.”
“Very little adjustment!”  I screamed. “How can you say that, I’d be a girl
right?”
“That’s right, but mentally that would not pose any problem for you, actually
you’d find it very pleasurable. Remember I told you that mentally you’ll be
developing into one regardless of what you do.”
“What would happen to me if I went through with this reassignment thing, “ 
Even though I was becoming more and more interested in the idea by the second I
tried to seem turned off or at least neutral to it. 
The counselor saw right through my act, smiling at me and my parents he
continued. “You would immediately be started on a program of female hormones
which of course will cause you to develop female secondary sex characteristics;
 smooth skin,  fatty deposits on your hips and buttocks,  breasts...”
“Breasts!”  I blurted involuntarily. “I’d have breasts?”
“You’d have all the secondary physical characteristics of a girl your age in
about four to five months,”  The counselor said smiling. “You’d look perfectly
normal in a dress or any other feminine outfit you might choose to wear.
Frankly with your size and current level of development you’ll become a very
lovely young woman. 
“But what about...”  I asked shyly glancing towards my crotch. 
“I recommend that as soon as possible you undergo complete reassignment surgery
as soon as possible,”  I was told. “You’ll feel much better about yourself when
you’re completely female.”
I couldn’t believe that we were all sitting around calmly discussing my
changing from a boy to a girl as if we were talking about the weather. It just
didn’t seem right to me, what about all the years I’d spent as a boy, how could
we just pretend they never happened?
“I’m scared mom,”  I said softly. “It’s like planning my own funeral and I’m
way too young to die.”
“Let me assure all of you that it’s nothing like that at all,”  The counselor
advised us. “Jimmy, you’ll still have your family, and in today’s society
you’ll still be able to do anything as a female that you ever wanted to do as a
male. You’ll live the rest of your life as a female but you’ll have a life to
live.”
Apparently my parents had heard enough to convince them. “When should he begin
the change?”  Dad asked after taking mom’s hand in his.
“Wait a minute, don’t I get a vote in this?”  I asked surprised that they had
made such a decision.
“Think about it for a few seconds,”  I was told by the counselor. “Do you
really have any objections to becoming a girl Jimmy?”
It was more time that I really needed. “No,”  I  sighed. “Not really. I think
it would be so wonderful to be a girl.”
“That’s what I expected given the amount of time the program has had to
influence you.”  The counselor said with a smile. “There are a few details
which I was asked not to divulge before you made your decision, the company
which made the tapes did not want to try to influence you in any way.  The
tapes were designed with the intent of making Tomboys into young ladies, they
were never meant for use on boys. Your predicament however provided them with
an entirely new market, changing males into females! You provided all of the
testing they needed to successfully market a line of tapes for that purpose and
they want to express their appreciation.”
“They’re happy about this?”  Mom was puzzled. “What if we sued them?”
“That would expose your son here to a lot of needless publicity and
embarrassment. They’re very  willing to make Jimmy’s life very pleasant in
return for his unexpected help in making the company unimaginably successful.”
When the plans were all laid out mom and dad were impressed and I was amazed. I
was going to be a young woman there was no doubt about that but I would be a
very well dressed and well educated one thanks to monthly royalty checks.  
“Wow, they’ve thought of everything haven’t they,”  I whistled in amazement. 
“Not quite everything,”  Laughed the counselor. “If they had you wouldn’t be
here today!”
We left the office with a large packet of information detailing the changes
that would occur and the promises the company was making. Maybe a normal boy
would’ve been scared out of his mind over the idea of  permanently becoming a
girl but by now I was not a normal boy by any stretch and I couldn’t wait to
get home and out of my boy’s clothes!
Cindy was waiting for us when we got home. “Well, what’s up with Jimmy?”  She
asked barely able to control herself.
“Jamie,” Mom corrected her with a grin. “She’s Jamie Lynn from now on!”
“Are you serious?”  She squealed in delight. “He’s going to become a girl?”
“We’ll talk about it later Cindy,”  Mom told her as she took my hand. “One
tomboy for a daughter is enough, Jamie is going to learn to dress right! At
least she’ll know how to look and act like a young lady should.”
“Oh wow!”  Cindy exclaimed, following us to my room. “My brother is going to
become a young lady, this I’ve got to see!”
I took off my shirt and pants to change into a pair of Cindy’s jeans and one of
her tops. As I was fastening one of the bras I had bought for myself  it
suddenly occurred to me  exactly what had happened. I had spent months dreaming
about how great it would be to wear girl’s clothes but now it was so very real.
 I wasn’t just going to dress up in some of Cindy’s things for an hour or so
then change back, I was going to spend the rest of my life wearing bras because
soon I’d need them to support the breasts that I would develop! Every morning
from now on I would slip the straps of a bra over my arms, I’d shave my legs
and underarms every time I showered and when I finished my shower I would pull
on a pair of panties. Mom was busily gathering all of my boy’s clothes from my
drawers and closets, I wouldn’t be wearing them again, ever. 
 I tied my hair into a ponytail and spent the rest of the afternoon listening
to mom and dad explain what was going to happen to me. I was going to be a girl
from now on I was told but for a few weeks I was to wear jeans or shorts until
mom and dad got used to seeing me as a girl. Then I could wear dresses or
skirts if I wanted to.
“There are a lot of things you’ll have to think of from now on Jamie,”  Mom
poured some juice into my glass and set two small pink pills in front of me.
“This is going to be an everyday thing for you now.”
I picked up the pills and looked at them strangely. They had no obvious
markings yet somehow I instinctively knew what I held in my hand. 
“Is this what I think it is?”
“Estrogen along with a testosterone suppressant.”  Was dad’s contribution to
the morning’s conversation. “One will stop any further development as a male
and the other will make a female out of you. In about a month or so you and
Cindy will be closer than ever before.“
The weeks dragged by so slowly I was beginning to wonder if mom and dad would
ever let me dress up in something pretty. I spent my time helping with
housework, practicing feminine mannerisms, and signing all kinds of forms which
I never got a chance to really read, and of course listening to a few more
tapes to reinforce my new lifestyle.
Once in a while I got a chance to run a few errands with mom, I was terrified
at first but whenever people mistook me for Cindy mom quickly corrected them
and introduced me as Jamie. To those who knew about Jimmy mom simply said that
I had been suffering from a recently discovered hormonal problem which made me
seem like a boy although I was really a girl. 
Mom explained that it was thought  that the best thing to do was to let me
finish high school as Jimmy before setting things straight. People, especially
women, ate it up! Instead of being considered some sort of pervert I was first
pitied then admired for having the courage to become the girl I was meant to
be!  The story line was very helpful to dad since now people felt sorry that he
had lost the son every man wants through no fault of his own while Cindy was
considered the perfect sister introducing me to life as a girl! A totally win 
- win situation! 
Since Cindy didn’t have enough jeans and tops for both of us mom took me out on
our first mother daughter shopping trip to pick out a few things I’d need. I
borrowed a cute little clutch purse that Cindy didn’t use, packed a couple of
tubes of lipstick, tissues, perfume that I’d bought because I loved the way I
felt about myself when I wore it , a compact and blush for touch up work. I
held the clutch purse tightly, smiled and waved to Cindy and dad as if there
was nothing in the least bit unusual about what I was about to do then started
for the door with mom. 
Mom must have sensed my true feelings or maybe she just heard my knees knocking
but she was right there beside me whispering encouragement and helping me
through the door.  “You’re doing just fine Jamie, you look lovely,”  She told
me. “Just relax and let your inner feelings take over.”
 Of course mom was right, once I took a deep breath and relaxed all of the
feelings which the tapes had created in me took over. I was going shopping with
my mom to buy some pretty outfits, just like any other girl my age I couldn’t
wait to get to the mall.
I found the dreamiest blue dress with an empire waist and embroidered trim
around the neck and arms within minutes of entering the first store. I stared
at the dress trying very hard to picture what I’d look like in it. 
“Don’t just stand there, take it and try it on if you like,”  Mom’s voice broke
into my concentration. “Take a couple of outfits with you though, it’s such a
bother to get dressed and come out for more!”
“I can do that now, can’t I!”  I was overjoyed at the thought of being able to
go into a girl’s dressing room to try on clothes. This was so much better than
trying to get Cindy to model for me!
“You certainly can Jamie,”  Mom smiled. “You have as much right in there as any
other girl!”
 Mom’s words of encouragement pushed me to new heights of shopping pleasure,  I
may not have been a girl for long but I was determined to make up for lost
time! Within minutes I was heading for the dressing room with an armload of
skirts and dresses with one or two pairs of slacks thrown in for variety!
I was heavenly to strip off my jeans and top then slip that gorgeous blue dress
over my head. It fit very well against my padded bra and ended just an inch or
two above my knees, nothing flashy just a very tasteful and pretty dress that
would look good anywhere. I smoothed it out as the tapes had taught me to do
then hips swinging stepped out to show off to mom. 
“That looks prefect on you Jamie,”  Mom beamed in pride. “With the right
accessories it’ll be just right for some special event this summer!”
“I was thinking about white sandals with a medium heel, possibly nude
stockings, Opal earrings, and a gold chain, what do you think?”  I asked as I
admired myself in a mirror. “Too much?”
“Not at all,”  Mom assured me. “I think you have wonderful taste!”
“I can’t wait to show you some of the other outfits mom, I feel just like a
princess!”  I was bubbling over with joy as I hurried back to the dressing
room. 
I modeled six dresses, five skirts, three tops, and four pairs of slacks before
I was through and if I must say so myself I looked great in each outfit! One
skirt was a gray, black and red check with wide pleats that was a little
shorter than any of the other outfits but I felt it gave me a sexy look without
being slutty so of course I just had to have it! Mom said that with my legs it
would certainly catch a boy’s eye which made buying the skirt a necessity!  I
hadn’t mentioned it before, not even to Cindy but I desperately wanted to have
guys look at me and to want me! In school I used to daydream about some of the
cute football players and what it would be like to be their girlfriend and be
held and kissed by them. 
After choosing several outfits including a couple of pairs of silk slacks,
sundresses and shorts mom and I made our way to the shoe department where I
picked out several pairs of summer sandals, six pairs of medium height pumps to
go with the different outfits I bought and a pair of white sneakers with pink
trim. The sneakers weren’t the prettiest shoes I would have but I thought the
pink trim would go far in offsetting their dull white look.
Mom and I made a sales girl’s day at the makeup counter when we purchased a
deluxe makeup kit for my dresser at home, and enough foundation, powder, blush,
shadow, and lipstick to that I could do makeovers on every girl in my senior
class. Mom thought I was going just a bit overboard on the makeup but I assured
her I’d need it to match the many different outfits we’d bought for me!
Mom had saved the best for last, our final stop being the lingerie department! 
“Mom, I’m so happy I could cry,”  I whispered as we approached the racks of
silk, lace, and satin in pretty pastel shades. 
I selected about two dozen pairs of panties in pink, blue, lilac, and yellow. I
wanted some of the sexy little bikini styles but mom said that for now the full
cut style would be a much more practical choice, later, when certain physical
adjustments had been completed the naughty little bikini styles would fit much
better.
I spared no effort to examine every style of panties and bras the store had,
I’d walked past these departments so many times in the past dreaming of being
able to take my time and shop for just the right lingerie I wasn’t going to be
rushed now that the time had finally come. 
I found myself blushing as I held up a pair of very sexy panties, I wanted to
buy them but I still wasn’t sure I felt comfortable enough as a girl to be able
to wear them.
“I think you may be rushing things just a bit Jamie, they’re just a little too
much for a girl your age.”  Advised mom. “Maybe in a few years when you’ve
found the right man and settled down, they’d be a perfect treat for a romantic
evening!”
“Do you really think that could ever happen mom?  Could I ever really fall in
love with a guy?”
Mom smiled at me. “Since you started listening to those tapes, have you noticed
any different feelings towards boys?”
I could feel the heat burning up my face and knew I must be as red as an apple.
“I was so upset at first,”  I told her. “Suddenly I was noticing how cute some
of the boys were and wondering what it would be like to be their girlfriend.  I
didn’t know what to do until  I found out about the tapes, I was so relieved!”
“And now?”  Mom goaded playfully. “What do you think about those boys now?”
“Some of them are stuck up jerks,”  I admitted sadly. “But others!”
“Others?”  laughed mom. “Do tell!”
“Others,” I mused. “I want to make them forget that there are any other girls
in this world!  I want so badly to have them hold me tight, kiss me, and make
me forget that there ever was a Jimmy!”
“I think some boy is going to be very lucky!” Mom hugged me and smiled. “I’m
sure you’ll be the woman he always dreamed about!”
We shopped a little more while I selected a bit more conservative lingerie than
I had first looked at then headed home where I spent hours modeling my
treasures for mom and Cindy, it made me feel very sad but dad still wasn’t
ready to see me in anything more feminine than slacks and tops. 
I took my new pills every day and it wasn’t long before I started to notice
small changes to my body and mind. My butt was beginning to fill out as were my
hips and my chest was becoming so sensitive that I would occasionally get a
cheap thrill from my padded bra rubbing across my nipples! I hadn’t needed to
shave yet before I started listening to the tapes and now the combination of
blocking male hormones while increasing female ones had teamed up to make it
unnecessary ever again.
 The changes to my mind started of course with the desire to wear pretty
clothes and act like a young lady but took an interesting turn once the
hormones had kicked in. Now I was feeling much more emotional, things that had
never entered my mind before were now important to me. I started to notice
things like the flower bed in a neighbors yard, the way items were displayed in
stores, and of course boys! 
I had told mom when we went shopping that I had started looking at guys
differently some time ago but now guys weren’t just different, they were cute,
well built, dreamy, and in some cases very desirable! To a guy it may seem
silly that a girl would take a little extra time in the mall restroom making
herself look good but when I was anywhere that guys could be found I made extra
certain that my hair looked pretty, my outfit was perfect, my makeup just
right, and that there was a happy look on my face.  I knew from personal
experience that nothing but nothing caught a guy’s attention the way a smile
would so whenever I saw a cute guy approaching I always tried to smile. I
didn’t care if I had just broken every nail on both hands, I was going to
smile!
A few weeks after our shopping trip mom came into my room one Saturday for a
little talk. She solemnly announced that she felt that dad was taking far too
long to adjust to his new daughter and that we were going to do something about
it. 
“I managed to talk him into taking us to a really nice restaurant and then a
show tonight,”  She announced. “This is going to be the night when your father
realizes that you are a beautiful young woman and he’s just going to have to
accept it! I’ve already booked you with my hairdresser for a complete
makeover!”
“Are you sure this is the right way to do this mom?”  I was barely able to
conceal my excitement, Finally I was going o show daddy the girl I wanted to be
and had become! 
“It’s the only way left now honey,”  Mom assured me as I climbed out of bed
tugging my baby doll nighty down over my panties. “We tried giving him time but
he’s having trouble accepting you as a girl. You’re never going to be anything
but a pretty young woman so we might just as well push him into accepting you
that way!”
As I showered and dressed mom explained that I’d spend most of the day at the
beauty parlor she used where I’d be given the works, a new hairstyle, pedicure,
manicure, and makeover. Once I was beautiful we’d come home and change into
pretty outfits then dad would have three lovely ladies as his dates for the
evening!
How could I want more? I was going to get a complete makeover before going out
with my family as a pretty young lady. My heart was pounding throughout
breakfast and all the way to the shop.
Mom’s friend Betty owned the shop and had been nice enough to schedule plenty
of time to do the transformation. She showed me to a small restroom where I
removed my slipped a cotton gown over my clothes to keep them from getting
damaged by the chemicals.  She talked to mom for a few moments while another
lady was washing my hair and when I looked up mom was gone.
“Don’t worry honey,” Mary Ann the shampoo girl told me. “You’re going to be
tied up for a little while so your mom’s going to do some more shopping. This
way she can be surprised at how pretty you look when she returns.”
I thought about the idea for a bit and managed to overcome my fears of being
left alone in this feminine fortress, after all I wanted to look pretty and now
I would have expert help!
Once my hair was shampooed I was led to a styling chair where Betty began
combing and snipping while another woman
began work on my fingernails and toenails. Talk about having your dreams come
true I was sitting in a beauty shop getting my hair done and having a manicure
and pedicure too! What more could a girl want to make her feel special!
The manicure and pedicure kept me occupied while Betty was busy with her
snipping, combing, and rolling my hair onto large pink curlers. Once my nails
were done another lady began work on my eyebrows with some type of needle.
“This will keep them from growing back once I get them shaped just right’  She
told me as she stung my brows with the needle. “You can’t look your best with
unruly, bushy eyebrows!”
When my nails and eyebrows were finished all that remained was my hair and
makeup which Betty wanted to do herself. The other women made me promise to
stop back on the way to dinner so they could see the results of their
handiwork. Of course I agreed! 
“I guess all this was quite a shock at first?”  Betty asked once we were alone.
“Sort of, “  I shrugged. “I didn’t know mom planned on bringing me here but I’m
really glad she did.“
“I meant it must have been a shock to realize that you suddenly wanted to be a
girl!”  Betty laughed ignoring my comment. “I guess getting into a girl’s pants
took on a whole new meaning to you!”
“It was a hormone problem,”  I stuttered lamely trying to stick to the story
mom had made up. “My family just thought...”
“Your mom just thought Cindy could use a little help in becoming a young lady
but things got a little mixed up and here you are!” 
“I don’t know what you mean!”  I protested, trying to act outraged. “I had a
...”
“Just relax Jamie,”  Betty said as she patted my hand. “Your mom told me all
about those tapes that were meant for Cindy and how you ended up listening to
them. Your secret’s safe with me, after all I’d lose a lot of clients if I had
a big mouth!” 
I felt relieved to be able to confide in Betty. “You’re right,”  I laughed as I
thought back to the confusion I had felt. “It started out with trying on
Cindy’s panties then one day  I found myself in a slip, bra, and stockings and
thinking about how great it felt to wear those things!  From then on it was all
downhill, I wore panties everyday and tried on every outfit Cindy and mom own.”
“You really had no idea what was happening did you? You must have felt awful”
“At first I did feel pretty bad, but the more I dressed the better I felt. With
Cindy’s help I was able to get some stuff of my own which really made me fell
good.”
Betty smiled at me. “Your mom told me that you can never go back to being a boy
again, does that bother you?”
I thought about what she was asking for a long time before I answered. “No, I
really wouldn’t want to be a boy again,”  I explained. “That would mean giving
up pretty clothes, makeup, and things that I think are so great! Being  a boy
would be so depressing!”
“My feelings exactly!”  Betty exclaimed as she began to unroll my curlers. “Men
are so limited! They have to wear pants all the time and worry about not being
enough of a man. I can wear slacks or a pretty dress if I want and of course
there’s always the gorgeous lingerie!”  She giggled. “When I’m done you’re
going to be a beautiful young lady Jamie, just the kind of daughter any mother
would be proud of.”
“Mom’s already proud of me,” I sighed. “Dad’s the problem, he just can’t seem
to get used to me as a girl. I haven’t been able to wear anything really pretty
since he found out.”
“Trust me, tonight will change all of that. Once he sees what a beautiful young
woman you are he’ll never be able to thing of you as a boy again. “  Betty
explained as she continued to roll up my hair. “No father can resist it when
his daughter looks the way you will tonight!
I couldn’t answer, I was too busy wiping away the tears of happiness.
It took several hours before my hair was done and the ladies had fixed my
makeup and nails but one look in the mirror and I swore that no matter what,
even if they ever found a way to reverse what the tapes had done to me I’d
never want to be anything but a girl! I couldn’t wait to show off to Cindy,
finally I could answer her old taunt of “Being way prettier” than me!
The three of us all ended up in my room after mom helped me put together an
outfit made up of a pale yellow half slip, a matching bra and camisole, white
stockings,  and of course a pair of yellow satin panties. Once I had my
lingerie on mom helped me slide a yellow dress with a sheer overskirt over my
head to keep me from messing up my pretty hairdo.  
Mom must have planned on my wearing my yellow outfit because the makeup I wore
was a prefect compliment for that dress
Even Cindy was amazed that I’d have the courage to confront dad dressed the way
I was , she was sure I’d get cold feet and chicken out. Mom carefully examined
me once then gave me a thorough looking over again before she began to smile.
 “I never meant for this to happen Jimmy, it was all a stupid idea to make your
sister into something she couldn’t be.  Of course, if it’s any comfort you
certainly are a very pretty young lady!”
“I know mom,”  I said brushing aside her concerns. “It’s okay though, I really,
really like the idea of being a girl!” 
I excitedly ran my hand along the side of Cindy’s dress and shuddered as I felt
the silky fabric of my slip brush against my nylon covered legs. “I promise
I’ll go shopping with you and wear all kinds of pretty outfits!”
“This is too weird!”  Cindy exclaimed glancing at mom”. “Your son is standing
here wearing girl’s clothes after spending the day getting a makeover in a
beauty shop and you’re acting as if there’s nothing wrong?”
“I didn’t have any choice Cindy,”  I explained. “The idea was to make you more
interested in feminine things like pretty clothes and makeup to enhance your
girlishness I guess you could say. If you had listened to those tapes you would
have found yourself wanting to wear pretty outfits, makeup, and stuff like
that. Instead I listened to them and now I want to do that stuff.”
 “So quit listening to them and take off that dress.”  Cindy said with a shrug.
“Problem solved and you can go on being a boy!”
“It’s not that simple,”  Mom explained. “Those tapes were made to lock in the
behavior pattern permanently, there’s no way to change the way they make you
think. Jimmy would find that as time went on he’d want to be more and more
feminine. He wouldn’t  understand why but the desire would only increase, never
go away.”
“That’s what you wanted to do to me!”  Cindy shouted stunned that mom would try
such a thing. “You would have turned me into some frilly little thing only
concerned about her looks?”
“Try some well dressed, lovely young woman!”  Mom shouted back. “Look at her,
does she look like a bimbo to you?”
Suddenly the silence was deafening as we all realized at once that mom had
referred to me as She and Her.