Nick decided to go along with the plan.

I watch Sarah go toward the garage studio while I head back to my room where Sarah had shuffled all the new clothes… all MY clothes… to. When I step in and hit the light switch, I’m taken aback by the transformation. Earlier today it was a basic bedroom. Beige walls, beige carpet, simple ceiling light, single bed off to the side. Now it was a girl’s paradise. Pink and purple overlapping triangles covered the walls where the workers evidently mixed the paints. Instead of two and only two colors, there were dozens giving a truly dreamy appearance. The bed had its head and footboards attached and even without any sheets, blankets, pillows, or comforters, it looked girlier than before. To the left was the desk ready for the computer and streaming equipment where it would obviously point at the bed. And finally the ceiling light as well as all the accent lights for the streaming were on giving everything a pink or purple hue.

On the bed are the bags and bags and bags of clothes. Remembering that we didn’t buy any male underwear I look through to find the least feminine pair of panties, not wanting to sleep commando. While there were some white panties to pick from they were all either thongs or lacy almost bridal things. I end up with a striking purple pair that I think are called boyshorts. There’s a little bow on the front, but it’s still better than all the rest. Picking out a pair of the silk PJs, I head into the shower.

Once I’m in and soaked I see that I’m again assaulted by feminine things. I’ve always used a basic Irish Spring bar of soap. It smells good and simple, gets me clean, and helps keep my skin from getting oily. That and a bottle of whatever shampoo is on sale for under a dollar are all the supplies I’ve ever needed in the shower. Sarah’s shower is full of tools and bottles. There’s a washcloth, two loofa sponges, a back washer with a natural sponge attachment, two different razors, and what I assume to be a little massager that attaches to your hand. She has bottle after bottle of soaps and oils and shampoos and conditioners. It takes me a long time to pick out what seems like the simplest body wash and shampoo.

When I’m done, I can’t help but smell the pretty rose scent from the shampoo seem to overpower everything around me. Moving to the vanity, I’m surrounded by more tools of the trade. I mean, why does she need two different toothpastes? I don’t bother wiping the fog from the mirror, not wanting to get distracted by my reflection again. It’s bad enough that as I slip the new toothbrush into my mouth, I can feel it press against my new inflated lips.

When I’m done, I pull my hair up into a high ponytail as I figure there’s no need to ruin all the hard work Marci went to. At least not yet. Finally, I get dressed, noting that the panties fit fine except for up front. Obviously not designed for male genitalia, they hug me quite closely. Their silky material feels erotically good as I head back to the room.

When I get to the room, I put all the bags on the desk pulling out a pair of panties similar to what I have on now and the new jeans and flannel shirt. I add a pair of short socks with little frills on top then finally my dirty clothes and take them all to the mud room and put them into the washer along with, naturally, Sara’s flowery smelling laundry soap. When I dry them in the morning, I’ll at least have two sets of ‘boy’ clothes with only one having a pair of panties and girly socks.

Lying on the bare bed, I simply put my arm under my head as I’m just suddenly so exhausted from the day’s emotional journey that I don’t even want to find the pillow and blanket I used the previous night. I expect to toss and turn and struggle to sleep but I’m out like a light in no time flat.

I find myself walking down the street, hand in hand with Sarah. It’s a beautiful day and I know we’re heading to the bank to withdraw some of the online money we’ve both earned. My jeans and t-shirt feel tight and I can see my pink hair waving around my face as we chat what we’ll have for lunch. From across the street a parade of people walk by, each calling out something different.

“Hey Nicholas the Gorgeous! Look this way so I can get a pic of the tranny gamer!”

“Hey girls, plenty of room in the back of the truck! We even have sleeping bags for…”

“Nick, you know I’ll support whatever you want. If you want to be a girl, then I’ll love my new daughter!”

“Bro, you’re like hot now! Mind if I have one of my friends give you a call? He needs a date for homecoming and would score major points bringing a hottie like you!”

“FAG!”

“Ignore them BabyDoll! Your hair looks great by the way!”

“Nikky Nikky the tricky gamer doll!”

“Hey Sarah and Nick, I want you to come on the PC Gaming show, but only if you get the breast surgery first!”

“Miss Oaks, I’m afraid I have to fail you from this class unless you sign these papers agreeing to legally change your name to Nicole!”

I wake with a start as I hear Sarah knocking on the door. “Nick? I have breakfast ready when you are.”

Stretching, I get out of bed and head straight to the washing machine. I see both the washer and the dryer going while the clothes I’d put in last night are sitting folded on top of the dryer. Shrugging, I go into the kitchen to see Sara sitting before a small bowl of plain granola cereal and a cup of black coffee. A similar bowl rests near the other chair and as soon as she sees me, Sarah pours a cup of coffee for me.

Sitting down I don’t let her hang and wonder where I landed. “I think I’m in. But I have some questions and some conditions first.”

I take a bite and look up to see that she’s already happy with my answer. “Well Nick, I’m happy to hear that. Let ME start by saying that I’ll let you back out of our arrangement today and today only. I can see that I was wrong to fool and string you along. My plan is simple, we girl you up and get you gaming. We have to work on you visually, your voice, and even your mannerisms. Trust me on this, the guys will be watching you carefully and we want them to see a pretty… dare I say sexy?... girl that is enticing them to give up good hard-earned money without even directly asking for it.”

Sarah gestures to the breakfast “That’s going to include everything. Diet… we have to get your weight down by maybe twenty pounds? Thirty pounds would be better. Body… while we could get by with you as a flat chested girl, we’re not going for ‘good enough’. We’re going for attractive. You’re gonna need to get some curves. Body motions. You move like a shy guy right now and we need that to transition to moving like a confident gal. From your head to your arms, from your hips to your stride. You’ll be streaming long enough that you’re going to need to get up and stretch, so you’ll need to even look girly when you do that. And finally, your voice. You need to speak girl. We can use a bit of a filter to change your tone for awhile, but eventually we’re going to need you speaking in your normal voice. And it’s not just going to a falsetto, the way you intone your words. Girls just talk different than guys.”

I nod along with everything she says, not only understanding and agreeing with it, but going further. “I see what you mean and agree with it. In fact, that’s one of my conditions… I have to pass completely. Not just on camera. I thought about hiding out all the time, but I can’t just become a hermit. I need to be able to go out and when someone sees me, either in person or on screen, they can NOT see Nick or Nicholas the Great. They can’t even question it or think I’m his sister or cousin.”

Sarah’s smile is encouraging. “Rock on girl! I assumed you wouldn’t want to be seen as a guy, that’s why I got all those clothes. You should be girly from morning to night. You’ll wake up, do your school work, eat, stream, game, chat, and go to sleep as a girl. If we do this right, you’ll even dream as a girl. And you know that’s going to take commitment from me too. Once we really get into this, I’m going to look at you as a friend… a gal pal… and not a guy I’m helping out.”

I breathe a sigh that’s equal parts acceptance and disappointment. It makes sense that if we’re going this right, Sarah would see me as a friend but part of me had the fantasy of us kissing and making out like lesbians. Well, a boy can dream! “Okay, first question then. How do we work the financials? I can’t set up accounts under my name and I have to have a bank to accept cash. I’ll also need to sign up for gaming services, streaming services, and I’m imagining advertisers and signing as ‘Nicholas’ will kind of ruin all this, won’t it.”

Sarah nods. “Well, I see two ways out of this. The hard way and the easy way. The hard way is we fudge as much as we can. You and I go in together and get a DBA business license. The business name will be your girls name. Then everything that we can sign up for using that DBA, we do so. But any official will still be able to find your name. They’ll just be a step further from it. And some of the services you mentioned, especially gaming companies, will want a person and not a business. So we’d be setting you up with my spare accounts or we’d have to find someone else to sign you up after. It’s so twisted and complicated and I doubt we’d be able to maintain it without someone eventually finding out that you’re really just Nick under a new beautiful skin.”

I nod, biting the inside of my cheek as I can see it’s more complicated than I’d already feared. “So, if that’s the hard way, I guess we’re in for the easy way. I mean, it can’t be worse than that, can it?”

For the first time I see Sarah look sheepish. She took my girly girl shopping, got my hair styled without my consent and has just suggested that I start living as a girl twenty four hours a day. What the hell could be getting under her skin at this point?

She’s barely even looking at me as she says quietly “We don’t do any of that. We set up everything in your name.” She looks up at me, puffs out a breath and then with obvious effort pushes through “We just legally change your name first.”

I wait for the other foot to drop for a full minute before realizing there is no other foot. “Wait, you’re serious? I don’t just act like a girl, I BECOME one?”

Sarah’s hands both come up quickly in a pushing ‘no’ gesture. “No no no… we legally change your name to a girl’s name. You’ll still be you. You’ll even be able to change your name back at a later date. But this is permanent as any time you’re asked if you’ve worked under another name, you’ll have to admit to this. But you, under this new name, could set up accounts, sign up for services, and open a bank account. And except for there being no history before this week, there won’t be anything for people to find. It’ll take a private eye to find these types of records.”

I’d thought I was ready for this. That she couldn’t surprise me, but evidently Sarah could still hit me below the belt. Sadly, she’s right. It’s easy and follows with what I want, for it to not lead back to ‘Nick’. “Okay, so what name am I going to go by?”

Sarah shakes her head. “Nope, we’re going to go over stuff until you’re either satisfied or are walking away from it. Picking a name is part of the work.”

That makes sense. “Okay, next question. Just how sexual will I have to be? I’ve seen a lot of girls gaming online. They range from casual gamers, gamer girls, e girls, cam girls, and stuff that has to be behind an adult pay wall. I know casual gaming is out as that doesn’t make money. But what are your thought? Where are you picturing this? I’d imagine the more sexual, the more profitable.”

Sarah suppresses a giggle. “Well, you’re right of course. The more risqué you get, the more you’ll make. But my plan doesn’t involve you being sexual, just sexy. Nothing overt but hinting at things. That being said, if you get comfortable and want to move further down that line… well let’s just say that there’s a LOT more money to be made there.”

I keep looking at Sarah questioningly until she gets what I’m after and adds “Gamer girl. Maybe a bit of e girl. No cam girl or OnlyFans unless you want to.”

I’d think she’s pulling my leg or hiding some of her plan but she actually looks a little hurt that I wanted to hear her say it that clearly. “Okay, I can do gamer girl. No promises for anything beyond that. Another condition I have… if I get too far and find that I’m lost in all of this and need to just drop out of it… you’ll help me get back to myself. You can’t just throw me out on the street if this ends up freaking me out too much in six weeks. What I mean is… I THINK I’ll be able to do this, but obviously I haven’t sat down in front of an audience as a girl before. If I find out I can’t, you’ll help me reverse out.”

I see Sarah look frustrated and go on “I’ll still owe you the money and will still stick to my side of the bargain. I’m just saying, you won’t screw me over, putting me out to the wolves.”

Sarah gets up, pulls her chair over to mine, turns me so that we’re facing each other, and gives me a hug. “I promise Nick, I won’t do anything to hurt you. It might bruise and ache and scratch you, but it won’t really hurt. I’m here to help, and that includes aftercare.”

I nod into her hug, feeling warm and cared for, for the first time in… well, in the first time since I left home to come to college. “Okay then. Everything else is minor or doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. I’m in.”