Making of a Porn Queen Ch. 06

The following Wednesday I went to my second group therapy session. For the first hour I sat and listen to one of the younger boy's talk on about how bad his life was and how mean his parents were. As far as I could see his parents weren't mean at all. Okay so his father didn't want his son to be a sissy I could understand that. It wasn't like his father beat him and I could see his father loved him by the way the boy talked.

Don't ask me why but for some reason I went off on the boy. I told him he was lucky his father loved him and he should be grateful. I then went on to tell him how my father didn't love me also how he never touched me. By the end of the session tears were rolling out of my eyes.

As Dr. Acres took me down to her office I sobbed like a little girl. She held me till I had stopped crying before she said. "Like I told you last week you really need these sessions."

Whether I needed them or not I was going to take them. I receive my shot and left the office. That would not be the last time I cried at one of the sessions. In fact I would feel like crying after everyone for the next three months. Most of the time I controlled myself, other times I held it in till I was in the car.

For the next month my life didn't change much. On Fridays I went out with Helen. Sometimes we would see a movie and other times we would go dancing. I never learned to dance as a boy and when we went to our first dance club I was a nervous wreck. Helen taught me to sway to the music and before I knew it I was dancing.

By the end of the first month I thought I notice some subtle changes in my body. My nipples seemed to grow a little and the areola seemed to get wider. Seeing I was the only one that noticed I didn't say anything. I just chalked it up to wishful thinking. One thing for sure was the fact that my nipples itched all the time. They also seemed more sensitive when some one played with them.

Also at this time Laurel moved out of Tracy and Mark's house. She decided to stay in California, as the movie industry was more lucrative. Besides that she met a guy and fell in love. She met him on one of the sets for a movie she was making. They moved in together and still made movies together.

By the second month I noticed that the constant wearing of corsets had taken its toll on my body. First off I noticed that they didn't feel as tight as they did when I first started wearing them.

At first I thought it was because I was loosing weight. Due to the mostly vegetarian diet I was on I had lost about fifteen pounds. I thought this was the reason I had to have Maria pull the laces tighter.

One day I was standing in front of the mirror and I noticed that I had curve to my sides. It wasn't that pronounced but it was definitely curved. That was not all I noticed either.

My bottom looked better too. Though I always had a feminine butt it now looked even more so. It seemed tighter and stuck out more than it did before.

My chest looked different as well. As I looked at my nipples I could see they were longer and the areolas were definitely larger. I even noticed some fatty tissue starting to develop around the nipples. There wasn't near enough to but in a bra but there was a start.

I noticed other changes as well. Like my hair. The hair on my head felt different. It felt thicker than before. Even Fredrick noticed a change in my hair when I had my hair cut. I also noticed that my legs looked better and thinner than they were two months ago.

By the end of the third month every one seemed to notice the changes in me. Well everyone that saw me naked that is. My breast had grown larger. Not enough to fill my bras, but enough to almost fill an A-cup bra. My nipples had grown to almost three times their original length and width, and the areolas were about the size of a half-dollar coin.

My body hair had changed too. I didn't need to shave my face near as often and what hair did grow there was softer and finer. My head hair seemed to have more body then ever before. And though I still used hair remover on my entire body I only had to do it once in the last month. Except my legs those I always kept completely hair free.

Thanks to the constant corsets I wore I now had girlish hips. No one could miss that my torso had an hourglass shape to it. Mark has told me that while he's fucking me from behind he could almost swear he was fucking a real girl.

The only down side of these changes was to my penis. It's a little smaller now and a little thinner. For the most part I don't have any problems getting an erection though I have had times when it took some doing. A few times I came with out an erection. Once I told Dr. Acres about this she adjusted my hormones and mostly solved the problem.

I felt I was now ready for my breast implants. Dr. Acres told me that was the next step seeing I would never develop larger breasts naturally. The only problem I had was I needed Dr. Acres and Dr Mathewson's approval before the plastic surgeon I wanted would perform the procedure. I wanted him because he was the one that did Tracy's breast implants and you couldn't tell they were done. I wanted mine to look as good as hers does.

Dr. Acres and Mathewson both agreed to sign the consent under three conditions. The first one was to continue with the therapy for six more months. The second condition was to continue with the hormone treatments for one year.

Both these conditions I could live with. I would have continued with the hormones any way seeing Maria still took some and she's been doing it for years. As for the third condition, that was a lot harder to agree to. They wanted me to tell my father what was happening. Not only did they want me to tell him, but also they wanted me to meet my father and to prove that I did it.

I knew they were right I had to confront him and tell him how much he hurt me. But they want me to do it dressed as a girl. I probable would have done it that way anyway but in my own time, which would have been at his deathbed. To get what I wanted I had no other choice, I had to meet him.

I hadn't talked to my father since the day I moved out of his house. He had moved to The East Coast and took the job liked he planed, but he still flew back every few weeks for meetings or so he told me. One Monday with Tracy at my side for support I picked up the phone and called my father.

When he picked up the phone at the other end he sounded quite cheerful. I almost regretted calling him seeing I was about to rain on his day. "Hi daddy it's me Steven." I told him in a high pitched girlish voice.

"Steve you don't sound right are you okay." He asked full of concern.

I had forgotten to use my normal male voice. So I cleared my throat and said. "No daddy I fine and how are you."

I could hear a note of suspicion enter his voice when he said, "I'm good son is there a problem, are you in some sort of trouble."

I hadn't called him daddy since I was ten and using it now must have made him suspicious. "No Dad I'm not in any trouble and there isn't any problem."

"Well good son and its good to hear from you. I was just think its getting close to your birthday and I like to share it with you." He told me somewhat relieved.

One thing I had to say for my father he always remembered my birthday and we would always do something for it. Mostly we would go out to eat at a restaurant. My birthday was the following Friday so this made it a good reason for us to get together. It would be the last birthday we celebrate together that I was almost sure.

"I'd like that Dad." I told him.

"Good how about we meet at Franklin's on Friday at seven o'clock." He told me.

"Sounds good Dad. I'll meet you there." I told him slightly relieved that it was almost over. A few seconds later we said our good byes and hung up the phone. Now all I had to do was wait.

As soon as I hung up the phone Tracy asked how it went. Once she heard that I was going to meet him at a restaurant she told me I should buy a new dress for the occasion. Before I knew it I was caught up in the excitement of going shopping for a new dress. Though later that night once I was in bed I thought of how my father would react.

Mark was away for the week but he would be back on Thursday so I was in bed with Tracy. She had tried to take my mind off my father with some gentle foreplay but it didn't work, as I couldn't relax enough to get into what she was doing.

After Tracy gave up trying to arouse me she asked, "You're worried about what you father will do aren't you? Do you think he'll cause a scene at the restaurant?"

"No." I told her as I shook my head. "That's one thing I'm sure he wouldn't do. My father would never cause a scene in any public place including a police station. No the most he would do is walk out and never speak to me again." I told her as I could feel tears come to my eyes.

Tracy pulled me close and said in a whisper. "That's good right. I mean he wouldn't hurt you, at least in public. Mark and I will be there so he can't take you away and hurt you."

"You're right but I guess I really don't want him to leave at least until we talk. I know he probably will, but I hope he won't." I told her through my tears. Tracy soothed me and told me she understood though I really doubt that she did. For that matter I wasn't sure I understood.

The rest of the week went slowly. Tuesday I did my work around the house till noon when Tracy took me shopping for a new dress. The dress I finally settled on was a bit more conservative than anything else I owned.

It was a black silk dress that cost me almost a whole week's pay. It had a wrap around collar that hid my Adam's apple quite nicely. It also had a full skirt that the hem tickled my kneecaps. I also picked up a new pair of shoes and a clutch purse that matched the dress.

I wasn't worry about the money so much as I had quite a bit saved up by this point. I knew the augmentation surgery was going to cost about fifteen thousand and I almost had that saved up. Thanks to the generous paycheck Tracy gave me plus working as a fluffer for Mark I had almost enough.

Helen and I had worked together on close to two dozen movies over the last three months. Helen also worked on straight movies that I wasn't allowed to work on. Supposedly the straight actors didn't want a girl like me around, as it would make them look gay. Even though most of the straight actors were bisexual they didn't want anyone knowing about it.

I also worked on gay movies when Mark made them. The gay actor's were a different bred altogether. They didn't care to socialize with me because I was a she-male, but they would gladly let my suck their cock to get a hard on for the next scene. In the end I could feel their disdain for me because I was so different.

This didn't bother me at all seeing I didn't care for gay men either. I preferred men who had a bi-side to them. But really I was just in it for the money and in three months I had close to fifteen thousand saved up. I also knew that once I had breasts that little nest egg would be wipe out. So I would have to continue fluffing up actors to rebuild my nest egg.

None of this entered my mind as I bought the first dress my daddy would see me in. I really wanted that night to be special. I want my father to see how pretty I looked in a dress but I really wanted him to see how happy I was. But the more I thought about it the more I wanted to cancel. I just didn't want him angry with me anymore.

Wednesday night I went to my group therapy session as usual. With out thinking about it I told everyone I was going to come out to my father. Dr. Mathewson then asked me what I was planning on saying. It was then that I realized I had no idea what to say to him. I made up with something, which I was sure both doctors could see right through.

When I went down with Dr. Acres to her office for my hormone injection she said. "You know sweetie no matter what you plan on saying to your father it will change the moment you see each other. Fathers never act the way you expect them to. Mine didn't when I told him about my sexuality and I'm sure yours wouldn't either. I thought my father would understand and be completely supportive of me. In reality he is in complete denial."

I understood what she was saying no matter how much I worried and how much I planned I had no control over the situation. Once he's seen me in a dress he would be in complete control of what happens next.

To prove that I had talked to my father Tracy and I came up with a plan. She Mark and I would go to the restaurant earlier and take a seat at one of the tables. Tracy would bring a small digital movie camera so she could capture our meeting. Even if he does walk out at least I had tried and surely my doctors had to understand.

Late on Thursday Tracy told me I didn't have to work around the house on Friday seeing it was my birthday. This meant I could sleep in if I wanted, but as soon as Maria moved off my bed I was awake.

After we showered together I dressed in a cute little sundress for my appointment with Fredrick. I still took Tracy and Mark their breakfast but instead of leaving the bedroom I sat and talked with them.

Once Tracy was finished with her breakfast and after she soaked in the tub she got dressed and we left for our appointment with Fredrick. As a birthday present from Tracy I got the full treatment. Manicure pedicure and a cut and style.

By this time my fingernails were my own. They had grown out in the last three months and I didn't need the nail extensions any more. My hair had grown longer too and now thanks to a perm I had wonderful curls down to my shoulder blades. By the time Tracy and I got home it was time to get dressed for dinner.

For underwear I chose a tan silk stockings a black satin and lace corset that I had Maria pull extra tight. For panties I chose a pair of tight black satin thong panties that would hold my sissy clit firmly between my legs.

Once my undergarments were on I did my make up. By this point I was quite good at applying make up. I could set any mood I like from Goth to a sweet teenybopper. Tonight I chose elegant yet conservative.

The only thing I wore that wasn't conservative was my high heels. They were three-inch heeled pumps with a gold heel that was quite slender. Not quite a stiletto but very close. The gold heel matched the gold chain on my clutch purse.

When I looked in the full-length mirror once I was dressed I looked ever bit a girl as any that were born to it. I couldn't help but smile, as I would be sure to turn quite a few heads at the restaurant.

By the time I came out of my bedroom Tracy and Mark were already waiting for me. Mark wore a suit jacket but instead of a button down shirt and a tie he wore a black tee shirt. All in all he still looked quite handsome.

Tracy wore a blue dress with a tight skirt that threatened to rip at the seams if she sat down too quickly. The dress clung to her every curve and left little to the imagination. She was quite beautiful and I'm sure she would turn more heads than I would.

We arrived at the restaurant about fifteen minutes to seven. We were shown to a table that was off to one side but had a clear view of all the other tables in the restaurant. Mark and Tracy ordered their drinks and I wanted one very badly but I knew I didn't pass for twenty one and seeing I wasn't that old yet I wasn't about to try and bluff the waiter. I really didn't have the time, for as soon as the waiter left with the drink order my father walked into the room.

My heart skipped a beat as I watched him follow behind the mater'd to his table. He was dressed in a well-tailored gray suit and he carried a brief case that told me he had just finished work. For some reason he looked younger than his forty years and I also realized he was quite attractive.

He wasn't the least bit over weight as his waistline was quite slim. His chest was broad as if he lifted weights but I never knew him to exercise. He was taller than I by several inches and broad in the shoulders. To tell the truth if he wasn't my father I would be quite attracted to him.

Tracy must have seen where I was looking for she poked me in the side and asked. "Is that him." I didn't answer, as I couldn't take my eyes off him. All I did was nod my head. "He's a stud. You never told me he was so good looking."

With out taking my eye off him I said as quietly as possible. "I never realized it before."

Tracy put the movie camera on the table and focused it on my father. As soon as she had it ready and it was recording she said. "Okay honey I think it's time for your father to meet his new daughter."

I knew she was right but I couldn't get my legs to move. It took every ounce of courage I had to get to my feet. As soon as I was standing I could feel my father's eyes on me. I looked over to where he was sitting and saw I was right he was looking right at me.

Once I knew he saw me I also knew I had to go through with it. I walked over to my father's table and as I watched his face I could see the blood drain out of it. I watched as his mouth opened as if in shock.

When I finally covered the twenty or so feet to his table I stood in front of him and said. "May I sit or should I leave."

My Father stood gentlemanly and said. "I waiting for my son but I," His voice trailed off at that before recognition appeared on his face. He then said as if asking a question, "Stevie?"

It was then that I realized that my father didn't recognize me at all. I didn't know what drained the color from his face or gave him that shocked look but it wasn't what I thought. "Yes dad it's me though I go by the name Stephanie now."

"Yes well that would make sense wouldn't it. Uh we better sit and I'm sure we'll draw attention to ourselves." He told me haltingly.

To this day I don't think he even realized what he did but in the next second he was holding my chair for me as I sat down. I couldn't help smiling as I sat down.

Once he was seated the waiter came over and handed us our menus and asked for our drink orders. "I'll have a double bourbon on the rocks." My father told him. I told him I'd have diet cola.

After the waiter left my father fiddled with his menu for a few minutes before I said. "Dad would you like to talk about this before we eat?"

"Let's eat first then we can go somewhere quiet and talk. I'm sure you have quite a bit to tell me and I have a few things I need to tell you. I don't want our conversation being overheard. I'm sure you understand." My father told me as he studied the menu.

Once we decided what we would have and our meals were ordered I couldn't help but notice that my father seemed to watch my every move. He watched as I sipped from my drink. After the food arrived he watched as I cut my food in to bite size bites and as I ate them. I started feeling like I was some sort of science experiment.

I declined desert, as I was quite full so my father suggested going into the restaurant bar for out discussion. My father was right behind me to hold my chair as I stood up. As we turned to leave the restaurant I looked around for Tracy and Mark. They too stood to leave and as we walked into the bar I saw that they had followed.

My father and I sat at a booth that was all the way in the back and away from every one else. He ordered another drink and I ordered another diet cola.

"You not drinking yet I see." He asked as the waitress went to Tracy and Mark to get their order.

"I'm not old enough yet." I told him.

My father laughed before saying. "That never stopped you from trying before."

I laughed too remembering how since I was sixteen, I always had tried. "As you once told me. 'With age comes wisdom.' Besides I stopped doing those childish things."