Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2005 09:10:56 -0500
From: Brian Nelsen <bucknaked@email.com>
Subject: Elysum Dreams (TG, teen, Magic/Sci Fi) (2/2)

This story is totally fictional.  Some of the props are real in that they
are exactly as they appear on various websites or are at least based on
reality.  The characters and everything else are fake and this has never
happened in real life that I know of.

As always, the supporting characters do without description for the most
part.  They are props and nothing more.

E-mail rants, raves, etc can be directed to bucknaked@email.com (its my
would be porn star name).  Don't bother flaming I won't waste time reading
it.

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Elysum Dreams (TG, teen, Magic/Sci Fi) (2/2)



Brian thought for a second Natalie might be suggesting he was a girl, but
quickly dismissed the thought.  If the clothes made the man, Natalie
thought, then Brian was surely a girl, at least for the weekend.

"Come on, lets go," said Becky.

The girls grabbed their helmets and headed for the front door.  Brian was
still uneasy, he was sure someone from the neighborhood would recognize
him.  Making sure the coast was clear, he stepped outside.  Nothing bad
happened and he relaxed and quickly caught up to the two girls.  The three
of them rode for what seemed like all afternoon.  Brian was able to forget
about his troubles and had the most fun he'd had in while.

It was four in the afternoon when they returned to the neighborhood.
Becky's parents had called over and left a message that they were going out
to dinner with some friends and would be back around 7.  Having ridden all
afternoon the children were all equally sweaty.  Becky had a great idea, or
at least what she thought was a great idea.  They had time to use the pool
and get Brian out of there before her parents came home.  Natalie loved the
idea, Brian hated it.

"Come on Brian, we'll cut through the backyards and you know there's a
privacy fence so no one will see you.", said Becky.

Brian wasn't comfortable going that far with things, but he'd already been
all over a couple neighborhoods that afternoon dressed the way he was.  He
had to think quickly, just saying know wouldn't work.

"I don't have anything to wear.", he said, regretting it almost
immediately.  After all, nothing he was wearing really was his anyways.

"I have a swimsuit you can borrow." said Natalie, already half way up the
stairs before Brian could stop her.

Brian realized he had little, if any choice in the matter.  He followed her
upstairs.  Natalie handed him one of her older suits.  It was soft pink
with black striping around the leg openings.  Brian closed the door to his
room and shed the borrowed clothes he wore.  Tucking his penis between his
legs, he pulled the suit up to his wast and adjusted the fit before sliding
his arms through the straps.  He'd lost the effect of the training bra and
looked like a rather flat chested girl.  Natalie didn't fair much better he
remembered, the breasts she'd been able to develop all but disappeared when
she wore a bathing suit.  Brian was worried, and hoping, that his penis
would protrude from the bathing suit, but no such luck there either.  No
one who didn't already know would suspect that Brian was really a boy.

The girls were ready and Brian, again making sure the coast was clear,
followed them over to Becky's pool.  The two hours they spent swimming and
laughing as they splashed each other was the most relaxed Brian had been
for a long time.  He knew it as did the girls.  Brian actually found
himself sad when it was time to go back to Natalie's house.  He would have
denied it if they'ed asked him, but Brian was starting to enjoy himself.

Brian and Natalie returned to her house.  They'd had enough adventures for
one day.  Both of them were exhausted.  It grew late, Natalie changed into
her sleep shorts and handed Brian a pair, his were pink with red roses.
Brian wasn't expecting this.

"All or nothing, Brian, all or nothing," she said.

It certainly wasn't that Brian was unhappy this way.  Did he think of it in
terms of being happy, no, just not unhappy.  As for "all or nothing", Brian
simply wasn't expecting the dress up to continue the way it had.  Brian
took the sleep shorts and changed into them.  Both of them returned to the
oversized sofa down stairs.

"I had fun today," Brian said softly, "Thanks."

"I know Bri, I know."

It wasn't long before both fell asleep.  Brian slept more soundly then he
had in a long time.

The rest of the weekend was largely uneventful until Sunday night.  The
three had ridden the bus to a further away movie theatre to keep anyone
from recognizing Brian.  They were in line for tickets when a girl Natalie
had gone to summer camp with recognized her from across the lobby.  They
began chatting.  Becky and Brian hung back while the two chatted until
Natalie inadvertently introduced her cousin, Brian, or nearly did.  Without
thinking, she began to introduce him as Brian cutting herself off just
short of getting his whole name out.  What everyone heard was something
close enough to "Bree" that the other girl didn't question it.  No one
specifically agreed to it, but the name Bree stuck with Brian.  For the
remainder of the weekend he was referred to as Bree not as Brian.  He
became so accustomed to it, he half wondered if he'd remember to answer to
Brian after Monday.

As long weekends do, this one came to and end.  Monday afternoon, with
their parents due home shortly Natalie could sense the sadness enveloping
Brian again.  As the last of the house was cleaned and the clothes washed
and put away Brian's voice trembled as he talked to Natalie.

"I had fun this weekend.  I feel bad for the way things have been for us
for the past year.  This weekend was just like it used to be for us.  I
miss how things used to be.  I want to do this again with you."

Natalie expected this would be Brian's reaction.  She had planned this
weekend to push his limits a little.  She was satisfied that he was as
happy as he seemed.  Nothing was said between the two, but they both knew
this wouldn't be the last time and indeed it wasn't.  School started again
which limited Brian's chances to spend his days as Bree, but with Natalie's
help he made the most of every opportunity he'd get.  Before long Brian was
able to style his own hair and even began experimenting with makeup.  The
idea that he might "want" to be a girl was still foreign to Brian, that he
was happy as Bree was all that mattered to him.  Brian was a boy, Bree was
not a boy, that's as complicated as it got for Brian.

Bree's wardrobe expanded as well.  Brian had begun babysitting and had
become comfortable venturing out to shop for clothes with his babysitting
money with Becky and Natalie or who ever else might be along.  That, and
handme downs from various friends outfitted Bree with a complete wardrobe.
That was another change for Brian as well, as friends could be trusted to
keep Bree's secret, they were told of her true nature.  It was always girls
though, never any boys.  Some girls went to school with Brian, many didn't.
The girls that knew Brian and Bree were the same person easily accomodated
both.  The girls that didn't know, Brian some how managed to keep just as
in the dark as they always were.

Switching from Brian to Bree was getting easier and easier as well.  All he
needed was a safe place to change clothes, it could be Natalie's house or
just about anywhere.  He never traveled anywhere without his backpack
anymore.  It had all he needed to emerge as Bree.  His parents never
questioned what was in the backpack.  As far as he knew they weren't even
aware of it.

It was a year after Brian first ventured out as Bree.  Where he was fearful
and tentative a year ago, he lived life as Bree like any other 12 year old
girl would do.  Even still it wasn't about "being a girl".  He just knew
that as Bree he was happier then he'd even been.  His parents and teachers
noticed a change in him as well.  He could live life enough as Bree that he
could tolerate life as Brian.  He had done well in sixth grade, he did even
better in seventh grade.  He was more involved in his family and more
active then he'd been before.  For all they had reason to believe, sixth
grade had just been growing pains.  They couldn't be happier that Brian was
through his blue period.

Brian was thrilled with the progress he'd made as Bree.  It was easy for
him to switch roles back and forth to the point that almost any free moment
he had he was living as Bree.  One thing couldn't escape him though.  As
the girls grew, they began padding their bras less and less.  Brian had to
pad his more and more to keep up appearances.  As they grew, their clothes
fit their developing bodies better and better.  Brian found himself
avoiding certain clothing lines that he felt made him look too much like a
boy in a dress.  The harder he had to work at making Bree presentable the
more often he tried.

As the eight grade began, Brian found himself spending almost all of his
time as Bree as much becuase he could as he found himself fighting against
his own body.  Brian had gone as far as to dress almost entirely as Bree as
much as he could.  Brian wore as much of Bree's clothing as he could as
still present as a boy.  He took music, rather then gym, so there were no
locker room issues.  The underwear his mom had been washing since September
was merely a decoy.  He lived exclusively in Bree's underwear.  Alone in
his room, with his parents a safe distance away Brian could quickly dress
as Bree.  His door was always closed, his parents respected his privacy and
if he were wearing something he couldn't take off quickly he could just as
easily cover it up with an oversized hoodie.

That he was never "caught in the act" was nearly a miracle in itself, until
one night.  It was a January night like anyother.  Brian's had gone to bed
early that night, he'd been increasingly depressed as he worked harder and
harder to be Bree.  His parents didn't know why he was depressed, they only
knew that he was depressed.  As mothers often do, his mother, Olivia, went
into his room to check on him before she went to bed.  Brian was a restless
sleeper and had kicked the sheets off his bed.  It was clear from the door
he was wearing a strappy top and bikini underwear.  The moonlight clearly
showed the white cotton fabric with pink trim, the flowers only confirmed
it.

She was shocked at the secret he'd been harboring, but she loved him
anyways.  There had always been clues, she realized, she just never put
them all together.  There was the underwear she'd been washing for months
now that seemed just a little too clean for a 12 year old boy.  She'd long
suspected Brian was doing some of his own laundry, but all she had to go on
was that she'd been buying more laundry detergent lately - other then that,
it didn't seem like she was doing any less of his laundry .  Then there was
the family vacation last summer, Brian had always been carefull to limit
the amount of time he wore his orange floral print bikini, but he had
misjudged the intensity of the sun right before the trip and spent several
days in his back yard trying to balance his tan.  For the most part it was
indistinguishable, but his mother had seen the faintest shift in tan lines,
enough to make her think at least in passing that Brian had been wearing a
bikini top recently.  At the time, she quickly dismissed the idea.  Now she
knew she'd been right.  For the first time, she wondered what he carried in
the backpack he always seemed to have with him.

She was confused, but she loved him.  She pulled the sheets up to cover him
and kissed him goodnight.  He never moved.  Brian woke up the next morning
completely unaware of what had happened the night before; for her part, his
mother never said a word of what she'd seen.

It would be another couple months before Brian would find himself
completely devastated.  It happened late one night, something had woken
Brian up from the dream he was having.  He couldn't remember the details of
the dream, or maybe didn't want to remember it involved Luke, but his pink
panties were full of enough of a sticky mess for Brian to realize he'd had
his first "wet dream".  Brian was horrified.  If there was solid evidence
he was losing the battle to stay Bree as much as he could, a wet dream was
it.  He all but tore the soiled underwear off his body and crept to the
bathroom across the hall.  Brian frantically cleaned himself up.  It was
then that he noticed the hairs that had begun to sprout around his thin
penis.  It was like adding insult to injury.  Brian knew he could only a
matter of time before his body would rapidly masculinize and make it near
impossible to continue his outings as Bree.  The tears welled up in his
eyes and he began to cry softly.  He clawed at the strappy top he'd been
wearing and cast that aside as well.

As happy as he was as Bree, he was exactly as he saw himself at that
moment.  Above all else, despite the clothes, the makeup and everything
else he did to live as Bree he was really just a naked boy.  All the
clothes and makeup in the world wouldn't change the fact that given time he
would masculinize and Bree as the world knew her would cease to exist.  He
knew this day was coming, until now he'd managed to live in a relative
denial that it was coming much sooner then he was ready for.  Brian curled
up in a ball on the rug and cried softly as he fell asleep.

Something had caused Olivia to wake up not too much later.  Maybe it was a
mother's way of knowing when her child is hurting.  What ever the case may
be, she knew enough to check on Brian.  The bathroom light was on, she
could see the light under the door.  She'd thought she heard Brian go in
there earlier, but the door to his room was closed.  He must have left the
light on, she thought.  She opened the door to turn the light off, not
expecting to see him naked on the floor and in the fetal position.  The
pink strappy top he'd shed reminded her of the time she'd checked in on him
several months ago.  She was suprised to see him naked, but even more
suprised to see him curled up in a ball the way he was.  By all appearances
he looked to be hugging himself.  She wanted to cradle her baby in her
arms, but she knew he would only suffer more to wake up naked in her
presence.  That he would have to explain the presence of the girls clothing
would only add to his trauma.  She turned out the light.  She reasoned he
couldn't sleep forever on the hard floor and would soon find his way back
to his own bed.  She wanted so much to help him stop hurting so much, she
just wasn't sure what she could or should do.  Months ago she thought it
was a phase he was going through, it seemed to her to be much more then
just a phase.

Brian did wake up a short time later.  He wanted nothing to do at that
moment with the clothes he'd gone to bed in.  Instead he grabbed one of the
many pairs of his underwear he'd been dropping in the hamper for some
months now.  It was the first time in as long as he could remember that
he'd chosen, rather then been forced, to wear boy clothes.  To say he slept
the rest of the night is to say he laid in his bed and waited for sleep to
come, but it never did.  Brian's depression spiraled out of control after
that night.  Bree had the power and control over her life that Brian felt
helpless against.  Bree had the confidence that always seemed to elude
Brian and now Bree was slowly slipping away from him.

It was a week before Brian would even try to get dressed as Bree, let alone
do his hair or makeup.  Brian was quick to remove the few trace hairs he'd
sprouted.  He'd taken to shaving his legs and underarms as well before a
stray hair in either of those places would cause the trauma of the week
before.  Brian began to feel better, but even he knew it was short lived.
Brian slowly returned to his life as Bree, but even now that caused him
suffering as he knew those days were coming to an end.

It was early August when Olivia saw what looked like a new store as she
drove home from work.  "Grand Opening", it proclaimed from the store front.
She had no idea what kind of store Titania might be, but something drew her
to it.  It appeared to be a resale shop of some sort.  A lone clerk stood
behind the counter.  She appeared much older then the average retail clerk
and Olivia reasoned she was the owner.

"Welcome to Titania dear, where we strive to make your dreams come true.
What might you be looking for today?"

Olivia had in truth been looking for something to cheer Brian up.  She'd
tried many different places to find the one thing that might bring Brian
happiness.  She had so far only been successful in becoming more depressed
herself. She'd felt like she was losing Brian more and more since the night
she found him on the bathroom floor.  Maybe for no other reason then her
utter frustration she found herself telling the clerk about Brian's
increasing depression and how she'd found him on the two occasions and that
she suspected he was dressing that way far more then she knew of.

"I just want for him to be happy, I'd do anything it took for that to
happen.  I'm losing him and I don't know how to stop it," she said,
starting to cry, "Surely as a mother you must know how it feels."

The last bit was a gamble, Olivia had seen the wedding ring and just hoped
that the clerk had been a mother herself.

"You'd be willing to do anything for his happiness, dear?  I think I have
just the thing, came in the other day it did."

The clerk disappeared in the backroom, reappearing a few minutes later she
produced a box with a neatly folded pile of clothes in it.  There was a
kahki pair of cargo style capri pants, a pink strappy top with blue lace
trim, a blue button down short sleeve shirt, a blue bra and matching
panties completed the outfit.  It reminded Olivia of the sort of thing a
girl Brian's age might wear to school.  This wasn't really what she had in
mind for him.

"You think this will make my son happy?" said Olivia, empahsizing the "son"
part.

"I promise you this, it will help him find the answers he is looking for.
Tell you what dear, take it with you, if you're not satisfied you can bring
it back.  Just pay me what you wish then or not at all."

Olivia had struggled for sometime with what to do about Brian.  She wasn't
sure this was the best idea, but she had yet to come up with something
else.  She left the small store carrying the box with her.  The box ended
up in the trunk of her car and stayed there for most of rest of the month.
Finally it was time for their last trip of the summer.  Brian had just
turned fourteen.  Olivia knew he was still sinking deeper and deeper into
depression.  She remembered the box she'd been given as she was packing the
car.  Partly she needed the room the box occupied and partly she was
interested to see if the clerk's prediction would come true.  She wasn't
sure she was ready to be around for when Brian opened the box as much as
she suspected he'd rather do anything then wear the clothes around her.
She left the box on the front porch where she knew Brian would find it
sooner or later.

Brian had woken up early.  He'd had no great plans for the day, it just
felt good to be able to be Bree as freely around the house as he wanted to
be.  Brian spent most of the day in the matching white strappy top and boy
short set he'd slept in.  At some point he heard the mail truck go by.
Brian had no reservations about stepping outside dressed the way he was,
but there was no way he could explain who the girl was his neighbors saw
leaving his house.  Brian threw one of his t shirts over the strappy top.
From a distance, the boy shorts looked enough like, well boy shorts, that
no one would question it.

He spotted the box as soon as he stepped outside.  Initially he assumed it
came with the rest of the mail.  It wasn't until he got it inside that he
realized it had no address and had to have been left there by someone, but
who?  And who was it for?  Brian opened the box, the clothes were his size.
Only a handful of people even knew that Brian lived largely as Bree and
none of them had said anything about leaving a box of clothes for him.  He
felt very uneasy about the box to say the l east, for the time he shoved it
in the corner and left it there.  Brian stripped off the t-shirt and
returned to what he'd been doing before the mail came, which was largely
nothing.

Not too much later it seemed, the phone rang.  It was Natalie, she was
calling from summer camp.

"Did you get what I sent you?"

It occured to Brian that Natalie must have left the clothes for him as a
belated birthday present.

"Yeah everything looks really cute.  Thanks."

Natalie thought it was strange that Brian used the word "everything" in
reference to the card she'd sent him, but said nothing more about it.
She'd been late in sending it becuase she had sent him a card for Bree.
She had timed it to get there the day Brian's parents left town.  The post
office hadn't delivered it yet.  The two talked a bit more about everything
and nothing, then Natalie had to go.  Brian hung up the phone and decided
now was as good a time as any to try on the clothes from the box.  He
picked up the box and headed up to his room with it.

It was strange, Brian hadn't been this excited in a long time.  He wanted
to try the clothes on right away, but he forced himself to quickly dry off
first.  Fresh from the shower, Brian rummaged through the clothes holding
each one up and examining it.  Each of the tags read "Elysum Clothing LTD",
Brian had never heard of that label but he certainly liked the way the
clothes looked.

Brian picked up the panties and stepped into them.  Pulling them up to his
waist, he adjusted their fit.  He was amazed at how well they fit, as if
they were made just for him.  Brian decided he would have to find a store
that carried the Elysium line at some point.  Next, Brian slid his arms
through the straps of the bra and adjusted the fit.  The capris came next,
Brian fastened them around his waist was was thrilled to see that they were
low rise capris.  The pink strappy top and blue shirt completed the outfit
and fit as well as everything else had.  Brian looked himself over in the
mirror, he hadn't looked or felt this good in a while.

Dressed, he set out to complete the chores his parents had left for him.
Brian's work was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.  He had no
idea who it could be, his parents hadn't told him to be expect anyone.
Wondering who it was, he positioned himself so he could see out a front
window without being seen.  The van parked in front of his house said
"Oberon Plumbing".  The man standing on the porch had to be the plumber,
Brian thought.  Common sense should have told Brian not to open the door,
but he hadn't looked this good in a while as Bree.  He was unafraid of
being regarded as anything less then a fourteen year old girl by the
plumber.

Brian opened the door.

"Hey kid, I'm here to fix your plumbing."

Brian stared blankly at the man.

"What?  Your parents didn't tell you.  Let me call my boss we'll get this
all cleared up."

The man forced his way in as much as Brian let him in closing the door
behind him.  As he strode past, Brian couldn't help but notice the
unusually large bulge in the plumber's pants.  More like Brian was obsessed
with it, for the life of him he had no idea why, he couldn't take his eyes
off it.  The plumber must have known Brian was staring as he turned to face
him.

"Go ahead Bree, you know you want to." hissed the plumber.

How the plumber knew him as Bree escaped Brian.  Instead he was focused on
the bulge that had been the object of his attention all along.  Maybe Brian
just didn't hear what the plumber had said.  Brian found himself suddenly
unbuttoning and unzipping the plumbers pants.  The massive tool sprung free
as Brian tugged the plumbers underwear to the floor.  Brian had never been
this close to a penis, other then his own.  He'd never given even a moments
thought to what he found himself doing next as he dropped to his knees and
swallowed as much of it as his mouth could hold.

Brian had never done this sort of thing before, whatever instinct he
posessed took over as he began licking and sucking the hefty shaft of the
plumber.  What seemed like hours to Brian was over in just a matter of
minutes.  The plumber grabbed Brian's head as his cum flooded Brian's
mouth.  Brian had the urge to spit out the massive amounts of cum flooding
his mouth, but the massive shaft of the plumber gave him no choice but to
swallow what was flooding his mouth.

"That's a girl Bree, drink it all down."

As the last of the plumbers cum spurted into Brian's mouth he had a split
second before the room started to spin to ponder again how the plumber knew
him as Bree.  The room stopped spinning and Brian found himself laying on
the floor.  As he slowly recovered, he felt the need to brush his hair back
out of his face.  That's odd, Brian thoght, my hair's never been that long.
He fixed the errant strands as it occurred to him that his hair was nearly
shoulder length now.  He noticed the plumber standing over him.

"What's happening to me?", squeaked Brian.

"See for yourself in the mirror"

Brian steadied himself and stood up.  Almost immediately he felt the jiggle
of what he realized were his breasts.  They had never done that before.
Brian looked down at his chest.  His breasts had never stuck out nearly two
inches from his chest either!  Brian was a bit unsteady as he made his way
to the mirror in the hallway.  He was able to steady himself and gaze in
the mirror.  His now curly dark red hair fell almost to his shoulders.  His
breasts stood proudly on his chest and nicely filled out the strappy top he
had on.  Brian was amazed at the changes, some subtle, some not so subtle.
He looked better then he ever had before as Bree.  He needed to see more of
himself.

Brian removed the shirt and pulled the strappy top over his head.  His
breasts filled out the bra he had on nicely, they were young and firm as if
they'd been there all along. Brian pulled the bra over his head and marvled
as the weight of his breasts as they tugged at his chest.  His nipples were
plump and round.  He brought a thumb and forefinger to his right nipple and
teased it.  He felt the electricty from his touch course through his body.
They were very real indeed!

"Don't you want to see the rest of it?," asked the plumber as he glanced
towards the capris Brian was wearing.

Brian had the sudden sense that his panties fit differently then they ever
had before.  He tugged furiously at the waist of his capris, pulling them
down without unfastening them.  Somehow even without looking, Brian knew.
He had to look to be sure anyways.  Brian's reflection in the mirror
confirmed that the panties sat flatter against his crotch then they had
ever sat before.  He looked at the plumber.

"Go on, see for yourself."

Brian tenatively rolled the waist of his panties down.  It wasn't as if he
wasn't expecting to see what he already knew was there, it was just
everything seemed to be happening so fast.  He didn't have to slide his
panties down all that far before he got his first glimpse of the soft folds
of his vagina.  His penis was gone!  He looked in the mirror, his panties
slid the rest of the way to his ankles.  The small slit throbbed, its
newness had left it tender and moist.  Brian's hand trembled as he brought
it to his vagina and felt it slide inside of him, unlike anything he'd felt
before.  He quivered as he had playing with his nipple.

"Is this what you want?" said the plumber.

"I just want to be happy," croaked Brian.

Brian looked at the plumber.  Without saying a word the plumber blew what
looked like dust from his open palm.  For Brian, everything went black.

The sunlight flooded Brian's room the next morning waking him up.  It took
a second for him to get his bearings.  He still had the strappy top and
panties he'd changed into the day before.  He remembered most of the
details of the bizarre dream he'd had about "the plumber" that turned him
into a girl.  He hadn't given much thought to actually being a girl, but he
reasoned that was his true desire.  At least he wouldn't be Brian he
thought.  It occured to Brian his strappy top fit differently then he
remembered.  He threw back the covers, he had the same breasts he
remembered from his dream!  Remembering the rest of his dream, he bolted
out of bed.  He kicked his way out of his panties, almost tripping over
them as much as he was able to run out of them.  Brushing his hair back,
there was no mistaking the vagina that had taken the place of his penis.  A
few stray hairs even crowned the entrance to his new girlhood.

In the mirror in his room he was a naked 14 year old girl.  Everything was
just as he'd remembered it from the dream, but it wasn't a dream, it really
happened!  Brian would be Bree from now on.  There would be no boy puberty,
Bree could already feel the effects of the estrogen being pumped through
out her body.  Brian's face was still largely the same, but Bree knew after
years of her estrogen it would be her face.  Brian was gone.  Bree grabbed
a handheld mirror from the bathroom and sat on the floor to inspect her new
sex.  She spread the folds of her vagina and examined herself with the
mirror.  Everything, as she had learned it in sex ed, appeared to be
intact.  She was a girl as if she'd been born that way.

A slender finger found its way towards her vagina, Bree slid the finger
inside herself and stroked her clitoris until the powerful orgasm rocked
the teen.  She squeaked with the pleasure it brought her.  It was Bree's
voice that escaped her lips, not Brian's.  She couldn't wait to both tell
and show Natalie what happened.  Will Luke think I'm pretty, Bree thought.
She giggled, everything was going to be better from now on - no it was
going to be great from now on.

The leggy teen stood up and pulled a clean pair of panties on.  They were
white with pink trim around the legs and waist.  She pulled out a pair of
pyjama bottoms, they were purple with lace around the ankles.  She pulled
the bottoms up to her waist and marveled at how they fit her so well.  She
had work to do, Brian's clothes needed to be gotten rid of; finally Bree
could hang her clothes in the closet and put her underwear in the drawers.
As if to remind her of her origins, she wrote down a quote and taped it to
her bathroom mirror.  It said, "Anything is possible if you try hard enough
and believe in yourself."  Bree was happier then she'd ever been.

It was early Wednesday morning, Olivia had been worried about Brian.  She
was eager to get home to her child, as well as to see what might have
happened to the box of clothes she left him.  She parked the car in the
driveway, everything seemed normal from the outside.  She let herself
quietly in the house while her husband busied himself unpacking the car.
She quietly made her way upstairs, if Brian was sleeping she didn't want to
wake him up; she knew he hadn't been sleeping well lately.  She opened the
door to his room.  She was not all that suprised to see a pink sleeveless
top and the capri pants she'd bought him tossed in the corner of the room.
The sheet was pulled up around Brian.  She noticed his hair was different,
it had always been shaggy, now it was near shoulder length - maybe it was
some sort of wig he'd left on.  She didn't give Brian's hair much thought,
he'd been running around in girls clothes to some extent for at least the
past six months that she knew of, that his hair made him look like a girl
was really unimportant to her.  She tucked her sleeping child in, something
was different.  It felt as though he had breasts.

Olivia naturally assumed they were breast forms.  She pulled back the sheet
just to reassure herself.  Brian's breasts filled out the strappy top he
wore embroidered with "Princess".  She was shocked, but not upset to see
the perky breasts rise and fall with each breath of the sleeping teen.
They were indeed very real.  Olivia noticed the panties Brian wore matched
his top.  The jeweled crown on his panties didn't look right to her, Brians
penis should have distorted it.  Olivia realized the crown itself, rested
above where his penis should have been.  But it wasn't there!  There was a
spot of blood she noticed, the folds of his vagina were suddenly visible
against his panties.  Brian was having his period, Olivia realized and then
repeated the thought, my son is having his period!

Olivia looked around the room, the closet doors were open and full of
clothes for a girl Brian's age.  She opened the drawers to his dresser,
they too were full of t-shirts, underwear, and shorts all girls clothes.
Olivia was shocked to learn the depths of Brian's despair, but her daughter
was sleeping soundly and seemed quite happy with herself.  That her child,
whether it was her son or daughter was happy was all that mattered to
Olivia.  She would have some explaining to do to her husband as well as a
long talk with her daughter, when she woke up, but her family was whole
again and she was happy.

Somewhere a kindly old lady was closing the shop she'd opened just the
month before.  She'd helped a few people achieve their dreams, sure, but
her real purpose for being there had been fulfilled and it was time to move
on.  With a snap of her fingers she, along with the store, disappeared.
All that was left was the empty store front that had been there all along,
the store itself had only been visible to those people whos dreams were
unfulfilled.  At that same time a husband and wife were greeting the
daughter they'd had all along.  It was a happy home again and that was all
that mattered to the elderly store keeper.