"Melissa, look at you. You look so professional" said 'Mom'.

"Thanks Mom!" I said, grabbing a warm oatmeal cookie as I headed out the door. She was making all of 'my' favorites today.

The lesson went well, and the little girl really seemed to look up to me.

"I want to be a good rider like you when I grow up" she said. I had never realized how much I liked children. This was actually very fun! Then I had two more lessons before lunch, and two after. It was a busy day, and 'mom & dad' were very happy. They had booked a lot of business since word of me spread.

"I have to go to the bank to deposit all these tomorrow" said 'dad'. "I'll keep some cash aside for you. You'll earn some good spending money" he told me. That was nice. I was going to go out with Katie the next evening, and having some dough in my purse would be good.

That night, I was very tired as I went to bed. I was sore from wearing the girdle all day, but I knew I needed it. Wearing a bra all day had also grated against my skin a bit. Perhaps I'd try one of her...I mean 'my'...sports bras. That might be more comfortable.

I also pulled out something I had found, in the back of the underwear drawer. It was a brand new, unused diary. I turned to today's page, and wrote. I had spent some time practicing her handwriting on notebook paper, and now I was ready to try it in the diary. At first, I could only think of a few things, like what I had done. But she wrote about thoughts and feelings too, so I started with that. I said how it made me feel so proud to see someone learning what I had taught them. I loved how the little girls looked up to me, like I was a role model for them, and how the little boys seemed intimidated by me. I wrote about how it felt to be popular, with everyone wanting to talk to me, even if it was just to say hello. I wrote about my feelings when I was out riding, and before I knew it, I was out of space.

I read what I had just written, and I was surprised how much it did seem to resemble the sort of thing she would really have written. I was really getting into the role now.

Writing my innermost thoughts and feelings in the diary became a daily ritual, along with taking my vitamins, and long rides on Suzanna.

* * *

The next few weeks seemed to fly by. I could not believe that one month could go like that, but every day was a whirlwind of activity. Work on the farm, give riding lessons, have dinner, get dressed up, and go out with friends all night. Katie was a sweetie, and we did everything together. We went to movies, went to the next town to see plays, went to dances, parties, or just rented a movie, had popcorn, and stayed in. I could not believe that a beautiful blond woman like that was *my* friend. But I never let on that I was attracted to her. In fact, I tried all the more to act like a woman myself. I would imitate what she did, and how she did it. She became a role model for me.

Mom and Dad were really happy. We had now earned enough money to ensure that we could stay open. Business was picking up, and it looked like we were out of the woods financially. They thanked me again and again for returning to them.

I had never been so happy in all my life. I had been reluctant to become Melissa, but now that I was her, I realized that it was the best decision I had ever made. I loved being popular! Guys were always offering to buy me things, if I would just go with them to dinner and a movie. Or hang out with the group. Women flocked to me, and I learned so many secrets! Not just gossip and girl talk, but secrets about women in general, how they did things, and why they did them. I was immediately accepted as one of them, and I tried my best to absorb all the feminine knowledge I could.

* * *

As late summer was moving towards fall, we had a special dinner one night. Mom's sister Alice was in town. She lived in the big city, and was a lawyer. She handled all of the family's legal affairs. She acted somewhat strange towards me, as if she could see through my makeup, knowing what I really was underneath. It made me nervous.

After the meal, Dad had something to tell me.

"Melissa, I asked Alice to come here as the family lawyer, because we have some business that needs to be taken care of. I've told you how you've saved our farm, our family business. You are over 21 now, so I wanted to finally do this for you. I am going to make you a full partner in the business, giving you half of it. When your mother and I retire in three years, you will get the rest if you promise to keep it in the family when you pass it on."

I was stunned. I was going to become the owner of the farm? I never expected that.

It was wonderful! A tear welled up in my eye.

"Jack, I need some time alone to review the papers with Melissa" said Alice. Mom and Dad nodded, and left the room closing the door behind them.

"I know all about you" said Alice. "I know about the sham you are."

"What do you mean?" I said, innocently.

"I knew, because you can't be Melissa. She is dead."

"Dead? No! She's in Brazil." I said, dropping all pretenses.

"She was, but her plane disappeared over the Amazon. They found the wreckage months later, and there were no survivors."

"How horrible! But why do Mom and Dad...I mean Jack and Claire...think that she was still there?"

"You know them. They would die if they knew she was gone. It was only their hope for her to come back that kept them going. Not to mention Grandma Bessy. When we found out, we kept it quiet. We told them that Melissa was there, but in a place where she couldn't communicate to them. In a way, that was true. I wondered if they read between the lines and really knew, or if they really thought that."

"They've treated me as if I really was her" I said. "I think they need me. I think that by now, I *am* Melissa, even in their eyes."

"I agree. They told me 'Melissa is back', not 'Our nephew has become our daughter'."

That made me wince a bit. I *had* all but become their daughter. I hadn't acted as anything *but* like Melissa for months now.

"They want to give you this place. But as an officer of the court, that would be fraud if I were to have you forge Melissa's signature on these papers. You're not her, so it would not be legal."

"What can we do? It would break their hearts" I said.

"It all depends on you, and how serious you are about this."

"What do you mean? Serious about what?"

"About being Melissa.

"How so?"

"Are you prepared to live the rest of your life as her? Is that what you really want? Or do you want to go back?"

"Go back? Why would I ever do that? I was miserable, but now I am happy. I was alone, but now I have friends."

"You were a boy, but now you're a girl" she said.

"Yes, and I like it. I never want to go back. Never!"

"Then sign here. This is a legal document to officially change your name. Sign your old name here, and your new name there, then date it. There are three copies to fill out."

I did it. I was now legally Melissa.

"This form is for legal change of gender, so you can have 'F' on your drivers license and such, without breaking the law. It states that although you currently have male body parts you are in the process of changing that, and you intend to fully follow through with your complete gender change."

I signed it. Let them cut it all off. I was never going to use it anyway. I wished I really was a girl, like her. At least I was, legally, now that I filled in the forms, in triplicate.

"There is a clinic where I live, and when you come to visit me for Christmas shopping, we will visit there for your gender reassignment surgery."

"I can't wait" I said. I meant it. I wondered if they could give me real boobs too. I was tired of wearing the breast forms. I had been using a home electrolysis kit to get rid of my facial and body hair. I hoped they had a better laser technology I could use there, because this was too slow and painful.

"Now that you are really a woman named Melissa Collins, you can sign this partnership agreement, and it will all be legal, and I can do this with a clear consciousness."

I signed the papers. I was now a partner, as well as a woman.

"Wonderful. By the way, I'll ask your mother to increase the dosage."

"Dosage?" I asked.

"Yes, of the estrogen pills you've been taking every morning. I can see that your skin is smoother already. With the higher dosage, hopefully your breasts will start to develop sooner. I know you must hate the breast forms. Those of us with breast cancer have to use them, or undergo reconstructive surgery."

"You have breast cancer?" I said, more shocked over that than the fact that I had been taking female hormones.

"Yes, it runs in our family. Once you have real breasts of your own, I urge you to see your doctor regularly for breast exams. You don't want to get it too."

"I promise, I won't miss an exam" I said. My head was floaty from the though that one day I'd have real breasts of my own.

* * *

I walked with Aunt Alice down the busy streets, carrying all of our shopping bags to the car. We had to clear the snow off the windshield before we could drive off. It was a thrill to shop in such a large city as this, with stores that had fashionable clothes and shoes, instead of having to order out of a catalog at home.

Tomorrow was my big day and I was excited. After the surgery, I would really *be* a woman. The increased dosage of estrogen (along with the birth control pills) were working their wonders on my body. My own boobs were small, but growing. I moved from breast forms to gel inserts, which enhanced my own real breasts, instead of having completely fake ones. And I was going without the girdle now. Winter clothes were more shapeless, and my own real curves were starting to come into place. Another year, and I would have the body I dreamed of.

I couldn't wait for the next day! I wrote in my diary about all the wonderful shopping I had done, how it felt to try on a fur coat, or to walk into a shop with hundreds of pairs of cute shoes! I was overwhelmed. And tomorrow would be the best day yet. After that, I'd be able to wear bikinis next summer, short shorts, and miniskirts. Mom and dad might now approve of sexy clothes like that, but I wanted to wear them like the other girls did. I was feeling peer pressure from them.

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