After I put my blouse on, I looked in the mirror. I was so proud that they were *my* breasts. You could see just a hint of cleavage, where they started to part as the neck of the blouse closed off. I was so happy that I actually started to cry. Tears of joy! I was a girl. I was so happy! I glided through the halls, and on to my class.

I learned something interesting in dating class. By now, they had us all convinced that we all would be much better off if we started dating boys. We were all excited to do it. I don't know how they go to me, but I was *craving* it. Me! Oh how I wanted one for my own.

Anyway, this one girl named Lauri asked the teacher a question.

"You always warn us how boys will always pressure us to have sex with them, and how they see it as a reward they should get after treating us to a date. What do you do when he's treated you very nicely, and you really enjoyed it, but you just don't want to have sex that night?"

"Good question Lauri. I'm going to tell you something that every women knows, but you've got to promise to never tell this to a man."

We all nodded our heads.

"Make sure you always keep a few tampons in your purse, even when it is nowhere near your period. You see, your period is a great weapon, because it is the one thing that totally grosses out the bravest man. He wants nothing to do with sticking his thing inside you when you are flowing. So what you do is say you need to go to the bathroom, dig through your purse, and pull out the tampon. Say something like 'oh good, I've got one on me. I'll be right back dear, I've got to put this in'. Guaranteed, there is no way he will want sex that night."

We all applauded.

"What about if he insists on oral sex?" asked Fiona.

"Remember, you're on your period. You have wild mood swings. Make some reference when you eat that you get so mad sometimes, then bite your food hard, and show your teeth. Just a hint that you could get mad at him and bite....no, he'll back off. No oral sex that night either."

More applause.

"Or the last way: tell him 'you first'. Most men won't go down on you, so you've got him beat before you even start."

Wow! I was learning a lot. Men would be easy to manipulate. I didn't quite understand them sometimes, but I was a woman, so that was to be expected.

* * *

As the weeks went on, things were going wonderfully. I felt so feminine. I felt like a real girl. Yes, I had the wrong plumbing between my legs, but since the hormones had really kicked in, it wasn't getting aroused anymore, and I felt like it wasn't even really a part of me anymore.

So when we reached a weekend, and the nurses came to lead us back to the medical center, I had no doubts as we walked down the hall. Again, the nurse told me: "Let the woman inside you be your guide", and for some reason, she hummed the same tune that the other nurse had. But I took no notice. I was too excited that they were about to cut off the last reminder that I had ever been a stupid aggressive stinky boy.

* * *

When I awoke, there was considerable pain. They had to give me a shot to help ease it, but inside I was *so* glad to be free from the terrible things that had been on my groin. I could wear a bikini in public now, or go to aerobics class in my leotard without being embarrassed at the unsightly bulge.

I hardly noticed the music this time as I drifted off to sleep...

* * *

A funny thing happened after a few weeks: I was getting bored with class. I knew all this stuff they were talking to us about, and I was getting tired of hearing it. I hoped I could leave this place soon, so that I could go out into the world and get on with my life.

I had a roomie now, and we were like the best of friends. We stayed up every night talking and giggling until the room monitors came in and made us listen to the relaxing music, and go to bed. Her name was Bethany, and we became fast friends.

She moved he seats next to mine in our classes, and more than once the teacher scolded us for passing notes back and forth. We became like sisters, and we shared our thoughts and feelings with each other in a way I could never have done when I first arrived here.

As I said, the classes felt too slow for me. But there was one class that did make me worried: we were getting close to the time that we were going to have to go out on dates, with boys. I mean, what if he tried to take advantage of me? What would I do? I wasn't sure.

It was time for our final exam, and we all dressed up in our prettiest clothes, and headed to a hall where a dance had been arranged. We all waited by one wall, with the boys on the other side. One by one, they would come up to us, ask one of us to dance, and off we would go.

About half of the girls had a dance partner when one handsome young man approached me. My mouth went dry. I was suddenly scared. He held out his hand, and I didn't know if I could go through with this. Something inside of me was screaming that I couldn't dance with a boy! This was wrong! This had to stop!

I looked up, and saw our teacher, Mrs. Edison. She turned to me.

"Let the woman inside you be your guide" she said.

I looked up at the boy, and my heart leaped. He was so handsome, and he wanted to dance with me! Me! Of all the girls, he had picked me! I was so excited! I felt so attracted. I was like putty in his hands. If he asked me at that moment to make love, I would have undressed right there on the spot.

I took his hand, and headed out to the dance floor...

* * *

I was packing my bag, and saying a tearful farewell to Bethany. She would be there a few more months, but I was ready to move back home with my family. I hadn't seen them since I had left. I walked down the hall, and said good bye to the other girls. I waited outside the office, where I was to meet my family.

The door was open just a crack, and I could hear a hushed conversation.

"....and remember, if any sign of any male behavior ever appears, just use the phrase. His mind has been reprogrammed, and the phrase will trigger his feminine side to take over. There should be no male left inside. Nichole is completely female. But just in case of a relapse."

I didn't know what they were talking about. I heard a door open, and another voice: my father. That made me feel something strange inside. A foreign feeling. I had wanted to be just like him at one time, hadn't I? Back when I was....a boy? I was a boy? That couldn't be. Something was wrong! I felt so confused!

Mrs. Edison saw me, and asked what I was feeling. I told her.

"Let the woman inside you be your guide" she said in a soothing tone.

Suddenly, all of my doubts were gone. I was a girl, and that was all I knew. I was a girl. Now, and forever.

* * *

After I was home for a few days, I ran into my old friend Lynn from school, when I was at the mall buying a new pair of shoes. She didn't recognize me for some reason.

"It's me, Nichole!" I said.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember you" she said.

She was just jealous that my boobs were bigger than hers. That must be it. Her boyfriend was staring at me, gaping at my chest (like all those boys liked to do). She was just being catty, that was all. Her boyfriend was cute however. I would have to work on him, and steal him away from her. Not only would that teach her, but I was a little lonely too, and he sure was cute. I was going to make him mine.

I smiled and looked into his eyes. He would never know what hit him. And she learn not to mess around with a pretty girl like me. I smiled a wicked smile, and batted my eyelashes as him. When she looked to the side, I touched my boobs, and licked my lips. I could almost see him getting hard. I had him now. He was going to be mine.

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