The Girl Rules

Ever since you came out to your mom as transgender, she had always been very supportive. She even agreed to send you to a new school where nobody would know you. However, after you finished transitioning she began to treat you differently.

"Are you wearing makeup?" your mom asked one morning as you were about to walk out the door.

"No," you said.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Into the city," you said.

"Not without makeup, you're not," she said.

"What?" you asked in disbelief.

"Now that you're a girl, you have to put effort into your appearance," she said. "Go put on makeup. If you don't know how ask your sister but you better be able to do it yourself by the end of the week."

You went upstairs and knocked on your sister's door.

"What?" she asked.

"I need you to show me how to put on makeup," you said.

"Okay," she said. "I'm kinda surprised you didn't ask me this earlier. How have you been living as a girl without it?"

"Nevermind that," you said. "I didn't know it was so important."

"Obviously you have a lot to learn," she said.

She put your makeup on for the rest of the week, and at the end of it you were able to do it yourself. Your mom was semi-impressed.

"So it seems you're able to get a grasp on the basics," she said. "By the time school starts you'll have to be ten steps above where you are now, or people aren't going to believe you're a girl."

The next morning after you finished taking a shower, your mom questioned you.

"What shampoo did you use?" she asked. "Did you use any conditioner?"

"No, I just used the regular kind," you said.

She ran her hands through your hair.

"As a girl, you need to start caring about your appearance," she said. "I'll get you some hair products, but you need to promise you'll use them every day."

You nodded.

"If I ever don't smell all the fragrances I bought you in your hair, you're grounded. If I ever see you not wearing makeup, you're grounded."

It seemed like only a few days later when your mom confronted you again.

"Your legs look like they're covered with fur," said your mom. "As a girl, I expect your skin to be smooth and hairless."

"Not all girls shave their legs," you said.

"Do you want to be punished?" she asked. "Go shave your legs, armpits, and everything below your eyebrows. That includes your vagina."

"But mom-"

"Are you a girl or not?" she asked.

You complied, asking your sister again for help, and she showed you how to shave yourself thoroughly.

A few days later, your mom took you to the mall and you were walking with her.

"Don't walk like that," she said.

"How am I supposed to walk?" you asked.

"Sway your hips, honey," she said. "And make sure to shake your butt a little bit."

"Shake my butt?" you asked. "That's ridiculous."

"Stop arguing with me young lady," she said. "Now shake your butt or else."

You started shaking your butt as you walked, and it seemed to be attracting a bit of attention.

"People are looking at me, mom," you said.

"You're an attractive girl, so guys are going to look at you," she said. "Be thankful for the attention."

You started shaking your butt a little less, but your mom noticed.

"Shake it hard, Courtney," she said. "If you ever walk without shaking your butt noticeably, I will punish you."

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One day when you were in the bathroom the door opened and your sister came in.

"Jacklyn!" you yelled. "What are you doing?"

"Calm down, we're both girls," she said.

Your vagina was completely exposed, yet she seemed to think it was no big deal. She sat down on top of your legs.

"What are you doing?" you asked, exasperated.

"Girls go to the bathroom in pairs or groups," said Jacklyn. "You should know that."

"But you're my sister!" you said.

"Who else would you go with at home?" she asked. "Mom?" she asked, stifling a giggle.

You struggled to get up, but she kept your butt on the seat.

"Are you going to pee or what?" she asked.

You said nothing. Instead she started peeing, and since she was sitting on top of you her pee covered the sides of your legs.

"Go!" she said before she finished peeing. "Or I'll tell mom."

You finally gave in, letting the pee come out and mix with hers. You both got covered in it, having to sit there until every last drop was gone.

"Are you going to get up now?" you asked.

She didn't budge.

"Jacklyn!" you said.

She scooted forward, making it ever harder for you to get up.

"Can I talk to you for a few minutes?" she asked.

You couldn't say no.

"Okay," she said. "At school, your bffs are Becky, Liz, and Celia. You sit with them (and me) at lunch, we travel together in the hallways, and you hang out with us after school. You'll also be playing field hockey, doing ballet and theater, and you'll be in the Girls Club."

"Okay, are you done yet?" you asked.

She ignored your question and was silent for a few seconds.

"We're going to the mall to pick out some clothes for you," she said. "You have five minutes."

She got up and left the bathroom. Twenty minutes later you both walked into the mall.

"You'll need a full wardrobe, those leggings and t-shirts you have have got to go."

"What am I going to wear, then?" you asked.

"You can wear dresses, skirts, blouses, and short shorts," she said. "Always make sure people can see your legs."

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After you finished picking out some of your clothes, Jacklyn took you around to find bras and underwear.

"Why would I wear a padded bra?" you asked.

"'Cause you only have B cups," she said. "You need to make them look like D cups."

She also insisted that you buy padded panties as well, to make your butt look really big.

"Okay, swimsuits," said Jacklyn. She lead you to an aisle filled with bikinis.

"Pink, right?" she asked.

"Do I have to get a bikini?" you asked.

"Yeah," she said. "How else would you show off that body when you go to the beach?"

"What if I don't want to show it off?" you asked.

"Then you'll do it anyway," she said.

"I want a more modest swimsuit," you said.

"I'm warning you," she said.

"Warning me of what?" you asked. "You're not mom."

She smirked and took a micro bikini off the shelf.

"If only you'd settled for a regular bikini when you had the chance," she said.

Lastly, you headed over to the shoe aisle and picked out a bunch of pairs. Boots, sneakers, flip flops, and flats.

"Okay, do you want 3, 4, or 5 inch heels?" she asked.

"Three," you said, trying not to get a similar reaction as you did with bikinis.

"You can have the 3 and 4 inch heels to practice in until September, but after that you'll wear these three 5 inch heels," she said.

"But I don't know how to walk in heels," you said.

"You'll learn," she said. "Every girl can do it."