It was a gorgeous day at the beach and I needed a drink to cool down. There was a small bar area, where I ordered a lemonade. It was busy and I got the wrong drink, an orange juice, which wasn't too bad. A girl, who was there with her father got my drink. It took a while to sort things out and I bought her a new OJ. But I got to know them a bit and together we walked back and I played some frisbee with the girl.

I showed her a few tricks, how to tip the frisbee up on a finger, rather than catching it, and how to throw it with a curve, rather than in a straight line. She was a fun girl, around 12, a quick learner, and loving my tricks. When we were tired I walked her back to her dad, and did my last trick, as I've learned a few from a magician. I pulled a small bouquet of mini roses from behind her ear, but her first reaction of delight was replaced by tears in her eyes.

Mom would have loved this, she cried, it was her favorite flower. She even named me Rosie. I looked in panic at her dad, who embraced his daughter. Her mom died a few months ago, from cancer, he said, it was our first time out since then. She'll be okay in a while, and she loved playing with you, so thanks.

I nodded, and when Rosie asked if she could keep the bouquet, I said, of course, anything. And then she hugged me, and her dad smiled.

They ended up inviting me to their home, as they were going to throw some burgers on the grill. The dad's name was Jack and he made her call me Mr. Jonathan. Their house was pleasant but I could sense the lack of a woman's hand. Rosie pulled me up to her room, which was as girlie as it could be, with lots of pinks. She put the roses right next to her alarm clock on the side of her bed. We played a game of Chutes and ladders and she dressed in a wonderful princess outfit.

At some point Rosie had to take a bath and Jack showed me further around. In the master bedroom he told me how he had noticed I had played his wife's favorite games with Rosie and she looked so happy for the first time in so long. His wife had been sick for four years, before she died, slowly detoriating despite the treatments, and it had been really hard on Rosie.

He pointed out his wife's walk-in closet, which he had not dared to empty out yet. And then he said, I noticed you're her size.

It's not the first time I have been compared to a woman. My twin sister and I still look very much alike. Typically a boy and girl twin are fraternal, and not very much alike. But we were identical twins, and I should have been a girl. Except I wasn't, I was a biological anomaly. When my sister started developing curves, I never developed any of the male characteristics that my friends went through. As a matter of fact, it was easier to bond with my sister's friends than my own. And as we shared a room all the way through highschool, I knew pretty much what goes on in a girl's life.

From as long as I can remember my sister and I dressed as twin girls every Halloween, and I believe some people in the neighborhood don't even know one of us was a boy. And when our older sister taught my twin all about makeup, I was right there with her. I knew what to do, how to do it, and I did it better than my sister. Even nowadays, if my sister has a date or some occasion, I still have to help her doing her face. As we got older, I even dressed up as her sometimes, if she wanted to dump her boyfriend. Or if the boyfriend wanted her to do something that she had no interest in. I remember giving my first blow job, as her, and quite a few after, as she became known as such an expert.

I never blamed her, she's my twin after all, and we have always stood up for each other. I actually didn't mind giving the bj's, as I got more sex this way than I did myself. But I did wonder if it made me gay perhaps, until my sister invited me in her bed together with the first girl she had seduced. The girl enjoyed us both going at her very much, and I still see her every now and then, simply for sex. But as my male member never really developed either, girls were typically not wowed by my performance.

My sister and I still share an apartment together, as we're too close to separate. But I have seen her love for her current girlfriend and I wonder if at some point she'll move out. She sometimes makes me wear a new outfit so she can see better how it would look on her. And I share her soap and shampoo, and with no body hair to speak of, I could easily be mistaken for a girl. And that's exactly what this man has in mind now.

Jack pointed at a lovely summer dress in yellows and blues. And I simply could not deny him. Give me some time, I told him, while you make the burgers. When he left I looked at what I had to work with. There was a beautiful makeup table with quality stuff. There was a wig, probably something the wife had to wear after she'd lost her hair from the chemo. And there were breast prostheses, the unfortunate woman must have given up her own, trying to beat the cancer.

I stripped down and located the panty drawer. No reason to do things half way. I glanced at all choices and then selected a pair and it felt right. I had no trouble fitting it over my small penis, pushing it back as to not show even a tiny bulge. The matching bra was easy to find and it was a perfect fit for the breastforms. I contemplated a waist cincher and decided I would need one. I sucked in my breath to give me the extra inch. I selected a silk slip dress, enjoying the way it clinged to my skin. Then I stepped into the dress. It was a perfect fit.

I sat down at the makeup table, wondering what the woman had liked. My hand picked up brushes and eyeliner and lipstick and it was almost an out of the body experience how I applied it all. I sensed I was not alone, doing this, but I couldn't stop it, had I wanted to. I knew what color to apply to the nails on my hands and feet. And finally I put on the wig.

There was nothing left of me, I was all woman now. I searched for shoes but couldn't find a perfect match for the dress, so I settled for some open sandals, showing off the color on my toes. When I left the clothing/makeup room, I saw a huge painting of the mother/wife and I realized I looked like the spitting image of her. A little voice in my head said, just for today...

When I got downstairs and stepped onto the deck, Rosie saw me first. Her face was stunned, then she said, Mom?

I smiled at her and she rushed towards me, hugging me tight. I went down to her level and said, No, I'm not your mom, but I think she helped me to change my looks, so I'd look like her.

This should have been creepy, and I suddenly wondered if this whole thing could actually harm her or mess up her feelings. But she smiled, then she said, Mom has told me in my dreams she was searching for someone who looked a bit like her. I never thought that could have been a man, yet here you are.

Then she got up, saying, you need different shoes. She ran away to her room and was back in seconds with the perfect pair that I knew should have been there.

When I had put them on, I turned around, only to look in Jack's face, staring at me. Joanne, he could only say.

I knew I had my job done too well, so I tried to bring him back, saying, It's still Jon under all this, but thanks for the compliment.

It pulled him out indeed. He smiled now, saying, I know, but you look amazing! I was right about being the right size. Don't worry about Rosie, I did prep her a bit, she knows it's a game, yet a very pleasant one.

We all sat down with our burgers, though I couldn't eat too much, with my waist constricted. Rosie was still in awe, and she kept telling of everything that happened, since her mom passed away. But I could tell it was good therapy for her, like it allowed her to finally let go of all those feelings that had weighed her down. And the way Jack was relaxing, it seemed to help him too.

I had fun actually. Being the center of the attention for a change. Everything seemed to revolve around me. I determined when to bring the desserts. I got us all to clean up. I suggested the game to play. And seeing Rosie very tired, I suggested bedtime for her. I was part of the ritual, ending up reading her favorite bedtime story, a story I knew very well, so I kept her on the edge. She fell asleep with a smile on her face, which I kissed softly before I realized that was perhaps not my place.

But Frank just nodded and as we walked down for a final nightcap, he asked me if I knew the book, as I read it so well. Of course, I told him, I wrote it.

It was a surprise and we talked quite a bit about it. Obviously I had used an pseudonym, as a girl's book should probably have been written by a woman. But I explained about my twin sister and my "situation" and how I grew up with more influence from girls than from boys.

It was so refreshing to be able to talk about me and my secret and I could tell he was interested. In me. But from the bulge in his pants, in the female me. When he noticed I saw it, he was clearly uncomfortable. And I could think only of one way to relax him. I sat down on my knees in front of him, and opened his pants. I took out his hard manhood and caressed it for a second. Then I took it in, like I've done a number of times to my sister's boyfriends. But this felt different. This was a grown man. And this was for me. I clearly pleasured him, as he started to breath heavily. And it seemed like his first time in a long while, as he shot his load in no time.

After I cleaned him up and zipped his pants back up, he caressed my face, and I couldn't help but be turned on myself. Finally he spoke. Joanne never wanted to do that, so I know you're not her. But I needed that so badly, and you look so lovely. Is there any chance Rosie and I can see you again?

I nodded, before I could think over the consequences. But it was enough for him. On Wednesday I have to go to the school for parent teacher conferences. Rosie hasn't been doing too well since her mom died. Would you mind watching her that night? And of course you're welcome to have dinner with us beforehand. I should have it ready by 6.

I'll be here at 5 and help you with dinner.

It was out of my mouth again before I realized it. Was it me, or was it Joanne's spirit that I could still sense?

Would you... he started.

Dress up again? I finished. Of course. And I know just what dress. Would you mind if I bring it home with me?

He nodded, anything you want.

We went upstairs, where I selected the red dress with the roses, plus matching lingerie. He helped me carry it to my car, only to find out I was still fully dressed. But rather than changing, I grabbed my keys and put them in a little purse that I had found, and left as a woman. And that's how he treated me, as he softly kissed me goodbye.

When I reached home, my sister, Wanda, was waiting, like she knew something was going on, just like I knew when she was in a mood. She complimented me on my dress, not particularly disturbed by it and I had to tell everything. She listened quietly and didn't interrupt.

But she had a clear opinion on my visit Wednesday. You can't be Joanne. You can be Jonie like I've known you all my life, but you can't be Joanne again. I knew she was right, I had thought of that already. And I think even Frank knew.

Do you think he's falling in love with you? I didn't know for sure, his kiss was nice. But it was me to worry about. I had been so relaxed talking with him, taking care of the girl, enjoying being the woman in their life. Were the doctors right, when we were still little, to suggest me becoming a girl through surgery, before puberty started? I would have grown curves and breasts, just like Wanda, and not be left out of puberty. Our parents thought it better I stayed how I was born.

Now, so many years later, I was known as a female children's book writer. I knew how to apply makeup better than my sister. And I felt totally comfortable, sitting here in a dress and high heels. Gave a man a blow job and was happy to do so. Is it too late, or can I still change?

Anyway, Wednesday came, and around lunch time I reported to my sister's favorite salon. I wore the red dress already, so they could match the makeup and nails in the right color. And I had enough hair length to get it styled as a woman. When they were ready I saw my sister in the mirror, but it was me, Jonie.

When I arrived at Frank's house he took a double take, not believing his eyes. Hi, I said jokingly, my name is Jonie, and I'm here to watch your daughter. And help with dinner, I added. I sensed Joanne again, but it was just a sense of approval. Rosie was there too, but she seemed distraught, like she had some troubles. A math test, she said, but I knew there was more.

Dinner was fun, both the making and the eating. Frank brushed multiple times his hand over my butt, so I knew it wasn't an accident anymore. He cooked well, trying to keep it healthy. But I fixed up his salad quite a bit, making it actually a pleasure to eat.

He had hardly left for the parent teacher meeting, or Rosie burst out in tears. I took her in my arms, hugging her, asking her what was going on.

I'm bleeding, she said, but there is no cut. And I can't stop it. And she lifted up her skirt, so I could see her red stained underwear.

Oh honey, I hugged her harder, that's nothing to worry about. It means you're becoming a woman.

I called my sister, asking her to come right away, and bring some feminine hygienic products. Wanda knew enough, and she arrived in fifteen minutes. Had even stopped at the pharmacy, to get different sizes. Wanda explained all of the pieces, how they worked, when to replace them, and I paid as much attention as Rosie.

By now Rosie had gone from depressed, not knowing what was going on, to excited at becoming a woman. She realized they had actually had a biology class on periods, just for the girls, but she had never thought it'd happen to herself.

Wanda had to leave again, to take care of Pi, our new puppy. Rosie was even more excited now, asking when I would come again, and if I would bring Pi. I told her, math first, and I helped her studying for her test. Rosie was eager now to learn, and she felt comfortable for next day's test.