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Rodeo Girl

... had also noticed the way she looked at me in my riding gear. It was bad enough with my tight jodhpurs, riding boots and close fitting top, but riding the horse messed up my hair and it fell down into a fringe and began to look very feminine. I noticed her giving me funny looks, but it was not until I went to the wash rooms that I saw what had happened and just how much my glowing face and the bangs made me look like a girl! It was not a difficult break-up as it had reached a natural end. We still saw each other socially. I think it was best for both of us.

Much as I loved Maureen she did not know about my alter-ego and I had to keep Cristina in the closet when she was at our house. She was spending more and more time with us and Mom asked me if it was OK to tell her about Cristina. By then I trusted Maureen completely and was more than happy that she knew, it would actually be a huge relief. Mom and I planned a big reveal. She bought me a pair of silicone breasts and a beautiful new dress and lingerie set to go with them. I loved the shape they gave me and it made me realise that it was time for me to take my own next step. I had a shower and shaved off the last remaining body hair I could find which was under my arms and even cleaned up my pubes creating a landing strip just as I had seen on the internet. As I applied my Mom's body lotion afterwards the smell reminded me of our spa day and I loved how soft and smooth my skin felt afterwards.

Mom told Maureen that I ...

... had a surprise for her, but I am sure she had either already worked it out, or Mom had already told her. When she turned up that evening she was greeted at the door by Mom and a fresh faced angelic looking girl. She did look puzzled at first, and then she understood as Mom and I were holding hands and she could see the family resemblance. What she said next was so lovely.

"Hello darlings! Now what's this surprise you've got for me sweetheart," she said, kissing me on both cheeks. Maureen made such a fuss of me, complementing my make-up and my strappy summer dress, that I felt on top of the world. My moms were so kind to me that day, and Maureen offered to cut my hair as she had been a coiffeur many years ago. I was a little doubtful, but she assured me that she could give me a cut that would look stylish as a boy with a ponytail, but cute as a girl when I wore it down, all with some deft use of tongs and hair spray. She was right. I absolutely loved it and so did Mom. I admired myself in the mirror and my hair made me feel complete in a way I had never felt before.

Then Mom threw me a curve ball, bundling us into the car and taking us to a swish out-of-town restaurant to celebrate. I really was a bag of nerves despite all the reassuring words as the only time I had ever been out in public was at the spa, and that did not really count. Maureen joked that I was as nervous as any debutante and that was exactly what I felt like. I did recognise that despite all this I was ...