Becoming Miss Cooper Ch. 01

I found a Sailor Moon, Sailor Mercury cosplay outfit. She was, hell still is my favorite character in the Sailor Moon series. I forgot about everything else and just stared at it for like 10 minutes. I may have even drooled a little. It came with gloves, a tiara, and a blue-haired wig. "You would look great in that," Sal said.

I let out a little, "yelp" and backed away.

Sal looked through the outfits hanging on the wall, then pulled one off the rack and handed it to me. "This should be your size." He said with confidence.

Next, we went to the section with thigh highs, nylons, and stockings. He grabbed a pair and put them up to my face. The thigh highs were just a shade darker than my real skin. They said petite but I thought, we'll see.

He took me by the arm and lead me back towards the beaded curtain by way of a shoe section that had all kinds of boots. "You, a six or a seven?" Sal asked.

"Six." I squeaked on autopilot.

Sal smiled pulling out a box. "Still got it." He said to himself as he put the box in my arms and the Sailor moon outfit on top of the box.

Sal ushered me toward the back room. I was not sure what was happening. I was getting a little scared but at the same time a little excited. I mean it was a cool outfit. He took me into the back. There was stuff all over a table with a sheet of what I assumed were address labels. There was also a station for packing and shipping items. In one corner at a desk, there were a bunch of security images of the parking lot and the store on two large computer screens. Sal had been watching me in the store the whole time while he readied items for shipping.

He pointed to a door marked, 'employees only'. "Try it on," he ordered.

"Sal, sir," I stuttered, "I just thought this looked hot. I never..."

"I'd like to see you in that outfit sweetheart. I know you're nervous, but I also know you're going to look great." with his speech deliver, he pointed to the door again.

I don't know if it was his voice or the fact I wanted to try on the outfit and see what he thought of me, but I went. I closed the door behind me. "Take your time sweetheart make sure everything is on right," Sal called. "What's your name kid."

I heard items go into the package and packing tape being applied. I didn't think I should give him my real name so I lied. "Ami."

He let out a great barrel laugh. "Cute kid." Then he was silent, "I like that. Ami it is."

I had seen cheap versions of this costume online go for over 50 dollars. This was not a cheap version. I put on the thigh highs which came only to about mid-thigh like they were supposed to. I was shocked. I stepped into the white one-piece with the true-blue skirt and pulled up the zipper in the back. The light blue bow on the front covered the fact I didn't have a front. The smaller but still light blue bow on the back distracted people's view of the fact that I didn't have much of a butt either. It felt like this thing was tailored to fit me.

I put on the wig, which was better quality than the one I had at home. It had the same Velcro tighteners as mom's so no problem there. However, I put it on first forgetting the taira. When I saw it at the bottom of the package I cursed. "You ok, Ami?" Sal asked.

"Fine Sal, just a few more minutes," I called back.

"Regular customers are not due for hours Ami. Take your time as I said." Sal called back. He was so nice.

The tiara went on, then the wig. Then the choker. I wondered why they had not made the wig and tiara one piece. The gloves were too big so I rolled them at the elbow so you could not see they were rolled up and sat on the commode to put on the boots. They slid on smooth as glass. They were dyed blue leather with black velvet lining. They smelled of saddle soap and made me a good two inches taller. I took one last look at myself in the mirror and figured this was as good as it was going to get. "Ready Sal?" I called.

"Oh, I was born ready, Kid," Sal called back.

I opened the door and stepped out. I struck a pose and pointed at Sal. "I am the pretty Guardian who fights for Love and intelligence. I am sailor Mercury." I resighted.

I was afraid that Sal was having a stroke. He didn't move. He didn't blink. He was barely breathing. "Sal? You, OK?" I asked.

"Don't move." He ordered.

He returned in just a moment with a few items including a make-up case that looked like a tackle box, a set of what looked like my breast inserts strung on a clear band, and a real camera on a tripod. Sal had me unzipped my top. I could have said no to him but I didn't want to. Playing dress-up was fun.

Using a mirror, Sal placed the silicone self-adhesive b size bra with inserts in it on my chest. He placed them perfectly with an eye that knew what he was doing. He told me to zip the top back up as he went to his make-up tackle box. Boy, did the bra make a difference. Then he started applying make-up to my face. Everything he did made me ten times more feminine. "If you don't mind me asking, are you on Estrogen and t blockers?" Sal asked as he worked.

"No," I answered.

"You should think about it." Sal said, "I mean your face and body are already so feminine. I'll get you the number of a doctor who can help if you'd like. He's legit, not a quack but he's retired and sees very select clientele."

"That would be great," I answered "But I don't live around here I'm just passing through."

"He doesn't either," Sal said. "He lives in Springville, but he does a lot of stuff via skype"

I chuckled and mumbled, "Skype."

Sal chuckled too, finding the fact that anyone was still using skype as funny as I did. "Good. Now stop moving or your eyebrows are going to be uneven." Sal said with an eyebrow pencil in his hand.

He accented my eyes with light blue eyeliner and my lips with matching blue lip gloss. He hung a big gray drop cloth to serve as a backdrop. He gave me a prop wand and moved behind the camera. He started taking pictures of me from every angle. Then he told me to say the line again. I did and he took a video of it.

I watched it a couple of times and couldn't believe that was me. Then he replaced the gray background with a stock one from the 90's cartoon. It was amazing. He asked if he could show the video to a few other people including the CEO of Mythical Clothes and Costumes manufacture, Emily Parks. I told him of course he could. No one would recognize me dressed as Sailor Mercury so I didn't care who saw the pictures. I ask him to send a copy to me and gave him my email.

"Jared, huh," Sal commented. "I prefer Ami."

I cringed inward. I had forgotten my name was in my email. I made a mental note to create a few junk emails when I got home or tomorrow.

Seeing that dress-up was over and that was all we would be doing today; I couldn't help but look a little depressed. He took my chin in between his thumb and index finger. "Hey look, Ami. You are super hot and like you but I'm not that kind of guy. I like to get to know a person first. OK."

I nodded yes. I was disappointed but also kind of glad Sal had not abused his power over me. I would have done anything he asked. I gave him my hand and said, "Friends?"

Sal pulled me into a huge bear hug, which was so nice. We parted and he told me to go change. The doorbell rang and he walked into the front room. He said high to the next customer but was not nearly as nice. It took me almost as long to get out of the costume as it took me to get into it. I folded everything nicely and put everything back into their plastic bags. I washed the makeup off with a few cleansing wipes Sal had given me. I took down the name of the wipes. They worked great, fast, and left my skin feeling so smooth. I came out to find Sal had helped the other customer and was sitting at his computer.

"Here you go, Sal," I said proffering the costume and boots. "I tried to pack it up the way it was before. I only wore it for like ten minutes so you should be able to resell it."

"I already sold half a dozen." He answered looking at the screen of his computer. There were six more costume sets almost exactly like mine sitting on the table in different sizes. He handed me a sharpy. "I just need you to sign a couple of them. Ami."

"You know my name isn't Ami, right?" I asked not sure if he did.

"Yep, but don't break the fourth wall OK, Ami." He said with a smile.

I put down the costume I had been holding and pulled off the cap of the sharpy. Then I moved to sign it. "No, No, No," shouted Sal pulling the costume away.

I looked at him confused. "Not that one. That one's yours." He walked me over to the table and started to point to the first three sets. "This one is for a guy named Arthur Class. This one is for Jennifer Conner. Got that?"

"Arthur Class and Jennifer Conner, check." I saluted then wrote as neatly and femininely as I could; To (Their name.) Mercury Power, Make up! Love Mizuno Ami. Name I signed in Japanese characters.

Sal looked over my shoulder. "Nice touch. They will both love that."

Sal handed me two large bags. I looked inside them and discovered he had put the Sailor Mercury costume, the boots, the butt plugs, the vibrator I had been looking at, and a bottle of edible lube in the bags. "Sal, I can't buy all of this, even with the good-looking guy discount."

Sal looked hurt. "Ami, you're not buying anything. These are yours."

"I can't take all of this," I protested, "There has to be 400 dollars in stuff here."

"You can and you will." He said, "I'm paying you for modeling that costume."

"But I've only been here a couple of hours," I said confused.

Sal pointed to the clock, "Ami, it's 4:30. You have been here all afternoon."

Holy shit. We had been having so much fun I had lost track of time. I had to get home.

"I assume you had fun," Sal asked.

"A lot. Thank you." I answered. Then I decided to push my luck. What did I have to lose? "Maybe you could take me under your wing and help me learn all the girl stuff. Then from time to time, we could play dress up some more. Obi-Sal-Kenobi you're my only hope."

Sal smiled like the cat that had just caught the canary. "Nothing would give me more pleasure Ami."

Sal sent me another email asking if Tuesday, and Thursday from 10 to 12 noon would work for my training. I answered that would be perfect. I also received an email from his doctor friend who as it turned out lived closer to me than Sal. I emailed him back and made an appointment for Wednesday to see him. This was happening so fast. I was juggling a whole bunch of things and I never thought about what was going to happen if I dropped one. That would prove to be my undoing.

Chapter 3

Traffic was light and I got home before 5:30. I could not remember what kind of game Dad was watching and knew so little about sports that I didn't know how long I had so I was in a rush the whole time. According to Edgar Allan Poe, the best place to hide things is in plain sight, so I put my new make-up with mom's old make-up. My new shoes when with mom's old shoes. I put my new Sailor Mercury outfit at the back of mom's closet along with my new blue boots. I was distracted several times by how many of mom's dresses would look so good with my new Sailor Mercury boots. I left the blue wig in the bag planning to get a wig stand for it later and put mom's black wig on my new make-up head.

The toys I was keeping with me. I knew they were probably the most damming thing I had bought today but I didn't want them out of my possession. They went into my underwear drawer under my boxers and mom's panties. I picked up all the bags and discovered that one of them still had something in it. I pulled out an unmarked box and wonder, what is this? I used scissors to open it and inside I found the dragon statue I had been looking at for Dad's birthday. Around its neck was a card that said for the father of the cutest model in town. My eyes moistened "Oh Sal."

I had just enough time to get the statue tucked away before Dad came home. "Jared?" Dad called out.

"In here Dad," I called joining him at the table. "How was your day?"

"Good," Dad answered, "Bill's burgers are not anywhere as good as yours."

I smiled and sat down across from Dad. "Thank you. Who won?"

"Cardinals," Dad said. "Looks like the day out was good for you. You look great. Did you get a haircut or something?"

I could not believe how much a simple compliment from my dad meant to me. I blushed like a schoolgirl. The very notion was absurd. If anything, my hair was longer than ever. "I did get the oil changed in mom's car."

Dad flinched. "I was meaning to do that."

"It's fine. I got your back, Dad. I'm a big girl." I could not believe what I had just said.

Dad didn't notice my mistake or didn't care. "You sure are and I am so grateful to have you, Jared."

"I'll always be here for you." I said, then wanted to change the subject as talking about feelings was considered girly, "My classes start in two months and in the meantime, I picked up an elective."

"That's good." He thought for a minute. "This new class going to be online like the one from the U?"

"Online mostly but there may be a few times I need to go to class," I said only telling him half the truth again. "I'll let you know far enough in advance and leave you a shepherd's pie or sandwich to warm up."

Dad was looking at me again. "You just look so nice tonight," Dad said to no one in particular, then got up. "Well, working men have to work." He walked around the table and kissed me on the top of my head as he went past. "Night, sweetheart."

I heard his shower turn on and rushed back to my room. I opened the box of the butt plugs as quickly as I could, figuring with Dad in the shower, he would never hear the plastic tear. I would dispose of the box tomorrow but put it under my bed for now. I dropped my pants and mom's panties and left them carelessly on the floor. I took all three plugs with me to the bathroom and put lube on the smallest one. I took several deep breaths and pushed it into my ass. It was bigger than my finger but not by much. It did go a lot deeper and a lot straighter. I tapped the end of the plug and could feel the vibrations up my ass. Oh, did it feel good? I started to stock my little dick. My cock had turtled itself until it almost disappeared altogether. I started to stroke my penis' head and it started to grow. Images of my dad showering filled my mind. "Oh Dad, your finger feels so good in my ass," I said to my empty bathroom.

This was incredible. I couldn't wait to try the vibrator. For now, I lubed the slightly bigger butt plug. I pulled out the smallest butt plug and started to push in the medium size one. This one didn't go in quite as easily. It hurt a little, in fact so much I stopped. I pulled it out. It looked only a little bigger but it felt twice as big. I put more lube on it and started pushing it in my ass again. It went in easier but still I was not sure it was going to fit. I told myself to relax and breathe. It started to hurt again and I almost stopped again when I felt a pop and my ass sphincter close around the plug.

The timing couldn't have been better as at that moment I heard a knock at my bedroom door. I wrapped a towel around my waisted and walked into my bedroom from my bathroom at the same time as my dad. I felt so good to have the butt plug in my ass. I hadn't expected it to feel so good. Then my blood went cold. Mom's panties were right there on the floor. If Dad looked in that direction, I was dead. "Hey, Jared." Dad was wearing only a towel. "You, OK?" he asked.

"Of course, Dad." I took a couple of deep breaths, "I'm fine."

"I came to say good night again," He explained, "and it sounded like you were hurt."

"No. I was," I looked anywhere but at him, "You know."

He looked at me muddled. Then it hit him "Oh." The ah-ha look on his face was almost comical. "Well, um, goodnight then."

"Love you Dad," I said to the closing door.

"Love you." I heard him say from the hall.

I held my breath and waited to hear the door to his room close. I was afraid I was going to pass out then I heard the click and let out my breath. I could not believe how careless I was being. I mean, it was almost like I wanted to get caught. Maybe I did. I sat down to ponder that and felt the but plug go a little deeper. It felt so good and put me right back to where I was as far as excited level. I forgot about getting caught or anything other than the butt plug in my ass. All the adrenaline from almost getting caught had made me so aroused. I dreamed of Dad dropping his towel by accident or on purpose and that got me to a full erection. My shaft was so thin and my dick so small rubbing my pole from my balls to the head of my dick took less than a second. I grabbed the pillow off the bed and used it to muffle my moans, then I came and fell back into my bed.

After I had a chance to get my breath back, I went to the bathroom. I pulled the butt plug out, cleaned it, and the smaller one was really good. They were really in the need of a good cleaning. I had read somewhere that a lot of people give themselves enemas to make sure they were clean for their partner. I may have to start doing that. I used the towel to clean myself up and then looked in the mirror. I swear my heart stopped for about 5 seconds. Under my shirt, I could still see the faint outline of the self-adhesive bra and breast inserts Sal had put on me that afternoon. I had forgotten to take them off when I stopped being Ami Mizuno.

Chapter 4

By the next morning, Dad was gone at the usual time. I went into my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. It was like a scene out of Fight Club. I started talking about my reflection. "Do you want to get caught? Do you want Dad to know you are a cross-dressing fag? Because if that is what you want, we can just dress up before he gets home and tell him tonight." I shook my head no. "OK then, no more mistakes. No more sloppiness. You are better than this."

Sal video called me right at 11 am. He spent an hour showing me how to put make-up on my fake head and then on me. Then he spent twenty minutes showing me how to clean my face every night and made me put it back on. He said I was doing great. I was to put on make-up every day and take a picture of myself. He would evaluate my work and send me tips. I gave him my new email, MizunoAim1992mercury. He gave me a big thumbs-up on that.

The next day I went to see Sal's doctor friend who insisted I simply call him "Doc," like Doc Brown from Back to the Future. Doc turned out to be a super nice guy. He was in his sixties and confided in me that he was a perfectly good doctor, accredited and everything, but that his eyes had begun to fail him. When his sight failed him completely the state would not renew his medical license and so he would have to stop practicing. He had been asked by his partners to retire early and he had thought it was a good idea. Now, he volunteered at a local clinic and did what he was able to still do until his sight failed him completely. I couldn't help but hug him weeping.

He did an at-home blood test on me for estrogen and testosterone and was not surprised to see that my estrogen was higher than normal and my testosterone was at the very lowest end of the scale. He asked me about my goal and I told him I wanted to be a girl. It was so freeing to be able to admit that to myself and finally to another person without judgment. He told me that once I started down this path there was no going back. Was I sure this is what I wanted? I said Yes.

He gave me a bottle of T-blockers and said that would last me for the first month. Then came the hard part. He gave me a liquid and told me that this was liquid estradiol that I would be giving myself via injection via my hip. He said that he had pills if I wanted them but to get my levels up to the ideal, 300 to 400, this would do it faster, would have less effect on my liver and I would only have to take one injection a week. I was very reassured when I found he had put me on the same prescriptions as several other transexuals I had seen on YouTube and in the support chat groups. He made me practice several times giving an injection of water to an orange before pronouncing me ready. We went over side effects and possible warning signs. He gave me his personal cell number and told me to call him day or night if I was having any trouble. He told me to start eating more as I was too thin in his opinion and make sure I drank lots of water.