"Tell me that you want to grow up to be a pretty woman" said JoAnne in a slightly stricter tone.

"I want to grow up to be a pretty woman, just like you mommy" said Chris.

They all clapped, and made a big deal over it.

After eating ice cream and cake, JoAnne had a surprise for the other girls. She had bought extra bras, and told them all to go put one on so they would know how it felt. They all stuffed their bras full of socks, and went around pretending they were women. For the occasion, JoAnne even let them all wear makeup.

"My girls are all so pretty" she told them. "I'm a very lucky woman to have four wonderful girls like you."

* * *

Ever since Chris had learned how to talk, JoAnne had drilled certain things into 'her': You're a girl. Women are good, men are bad. And one more important thing: You are never to allow *anyone* to see you naked. JoAnne wanted to make sure that everyone thought that Chris as a girl, so they would treat her like one. If anyone discovered this secret, it would have made life complicated for everyone.

She also knew that she was coming to a critical part of Chris's life. The part where the child would reach puberty and start to turn into an adult. The part where puberty started, causing the body to change. That change would include secondary sex characteristics, like facial hair and a deepening voice.

This mean that she had a decision to make. If she kept things as they were, Chris would end up with a male body. That would ruin him, in her eyes. He should have been her daughter, and she had raised Chris that way since day one. Now was no time to change things.

So JoAnne took Chris to see a doctor, and it was easy enough to rattle off a few symptoms and get Chris diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD). That meant going on medicine.

But JoAnne didn't ever give the pills to Chris. Instead, she found an OB-GYN, and talked her into prescribing estrogen and progesterone for herself. Then it was a simple matter of throwing out the pills in the little bottle for Chris, and putting her pills in there instead.

Now 'she' would develop the correct secondary sex characteristics for a girl, like breasts. All she had to do now was to get ahold of another pill which would block testosterone from his system. She found one, and obtained a quantity of it from the internet. She made sure that Chris took these pills too.

Now 'she' would develop normally. For a girl that is.

* * *

Things progressed very well once Chris started on the hormones. She started to act a lot more like a girl, once her system was saturated with estrogen. And the testosterone blocker made the tendencies towards male behaviors stop. Soon, she was acting like a wonderful little girl.

Her body also started to change. Just like her sisters, her skin got softer, and she started to develop breasts and curves. Only the 'deformity' between her legs would show anyone her birth gender.

* * *

But one day, when Chris was fifteen, there was trouble in paradise. Ever since their divorce, Tom had sent a monthly check to JoAnne for her and the girls to live on. But one month, the check didn't come.

They tried to call, but no answer. A letter sent received no response. JoAnne was worried. She called the police station in Portland, where he had moved. They reported back that his house had recently been sold, and there was no forwarding address.

Desperate, JoAnne hired a private investigator with some of the last money she had left. In three days he reported back: Tom had been married to a 22 year old woman at the courthouse the week before, and had traveled with her to Brazil on a one-way ticket. He was gone.

Now JoAnne was worried. How could she raise four children with no money coming in? There was only once choice: get a job. But that meant that she could no longer home-school the girls. She would have to enroll them in public school.

She was frustrated and upset. She cried herself to sleep that night, and now hated Tom even more than before, if possible. He cared so little about her that he had an affair. He cared so little about his own children that he never visited them, and now cut them off financially. She hated him. She hated all men.

She got a newspaper, and started calling to answer the help wanted ads.

* * *

A week later, JoAnne had found a good job in sales at a local company. She had worked after graduating college, but had quit when she got married. She got into it right away, and was successful, right from the start. She had picked this job because the hiring manager was female. She couldn't even think of working for a man, as much as she hated them. *All* of them.

She had never worried as much in her life as the first day, when she put her girls on the bus to head off to school. Any mother watching her children go for the first time feels a tremendous worry. But with her girls having been so close to her, and never have been alone with boys, she didn't know what they would do.

If there was any way to avoid this, she would have. But she was forced to do it. The girls all wore their prettiest dresses, and got on the school bus.

* * *

"They made fun of me!" said Jill.

"Why is that?" asked JoAnne.

"The other girls don't wear dresses to school. They wear jeans, T-shirts, or sweaters. A few wear skirts, but nobody dresses like we do. They all made fun of us."

"I had to sit next to a boy" said Chris. "He smelled funny. I hope I don't get sick from him."

"You had better go wash your hands, just to be sure" said JoAnne, relieved that her lessons had sunk in so well.

But not all went as she would have hoped for.

"I saw that Kevin sitting in the back at lunch" said Marie. "He's cute."

"Oh yes" replied Lynne.

She knew that their hormones were kicking in, and they would start to get sexually curious. There was nothing she could do to prevent them from starting to want to be with boys. All she could do was to keep reminding them what boys did to girls.

"Remember girls" she said, "that boys want you for one thing only: sex. They want to use you, then they'll leave you and hurt your feelings. Remember girls, sex is only for married couples."

"We know mom. You've told us a million times" said Jill.

"Then this will make one million and one" she replied. They all laughed.

* * *

Chris rapidly became frustrated at school. She wasn't quite like the other girls, and without her sisters around to support her, she sometimes felt left out. JoAnne wrote a letter saying that she couldn't participate in gym, because of a medical condition. In truth, she couldn't allow anyone to see Chris change, because that would give her away. So Chris had to sit on the sidelines as all her new friends played volleyball, dodge ball, or whatever game was selected for that day.

Chris really wanted to try out for the cheer leading squad too, or the dance team. But that was out of the question too.

"But mom, its not fair! I want to be a cheerleader!" 'she' said after school one day.

"You can't do that yet baby. You have your deformity to think of. How would that look under your skirt?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I wish I didn't have it there. Can't we just get it cut off or something?"

"Soon my little kitten. Soon."

JoAnne was saving what money she could, but it was an expensive operation. She had found online a clinic in Mexico that charged far less than local places did, and it had enough good references and certified doctors that she would consider trusting them with her child. Soon, she would use the last of the money she had hidden away, so she could 'save' Chris from a life of maleness.

* * *

One month passed by, and the family settled into their new routine of the girls going to school. They had gone shopping with their mother, using money they made from working small jobs like cleaning neighbors houses, or weeding their gardens.

They were each able to buy a couple of outfits, more like the other girls wore in school. They all loved wearing their dresses, but they felt that they needed to fit in with their social peers.

Chris bought an outfit of hip hugger jeans, and a white tank top that was just barely long enough. If 'she' posed just right, or stuck out her chest (which was rapidly developing now), then her midriff would be bared. Now if she could just talk her mom into letting her get her belly button pierced, and to get a tattoo...

* * *

"Can I sleep over at Jeanette's?"

Chris had asked 'her' mother many times, and finally JoAnne was inclined to give in. What harm could it be for Chris to experience a sleep over, which almost all girls liked to participate in. Chris was shy enough that she wouldn't do anything to uncover enough of her groin to give away her secret. So why not?

"Sure sweetie. You know our number here. If you need anything at all, just call."

"Oh mom, I'm not a baby anymore" said Chris. "I can take care of myself."

"You're still my baby to me" said JoAnne.

"Aw mom!"

Chris ran over and gave her a big hug.

Armed with a change of clothes, a makeup bag, and the latest issue of Cosmo Girl, Chris headed out the door to spend a night away from JoAnne for the first time in her life.

Jeanette was in her class, and they were fast friends. They studied together, played together, went to the movies, hung out at the mall, and did all of the other things that girls of that age enjoyed doing.

At 8pm, they were having a blast eating popcorn and a frozen pizza, watching a movie, and drinking diet cherry coke. They had done up each other's hair, and had applied way too much makeup to each other's faces.

They went into Jeanette's room, and Chris stared at all of the posters on her wall.

"How come all my other friends have boy singers and movie stars on their walls, but you've got only girls?" said Chris, looking at a large poster of Jessica Simpson.

"Do you promise that you can keep a secret?" said Jeanette.

"Cross my heart, hope to die" said Chris.

"No, I mean really."

"Yes, I swear to you, I can keep a secret!"

Chris was really excited. This must be good.

"Well, I've never told anyone this, not even my mom" said Jeanette. "I've never been quite like the other girls at school. The boys are all right, but I'm not all that interested in them. I find myself looking at the girls instead. I mean, like, you're my friend and all, but I'd like rather...uh...be with you, then with them. Oh, I'm so stupid!" she said, starting to cry.

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