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Melanie Holmes is in her bedroom preparing for her date later that night. She wore only her underclothes. Melanie is a thin woman with small breasts. She was wearing only a lacey cami, nude half-ship, and a pair of high-cut bikini panties in a neutral color. She was looking in her closet for the dress she planned on wearing.

***BUZZ*** ***BUZZ***

Melanie's doorbell sounded. Melanie wasn't expecting anyone. Her date wouldn't be arriving for a couple of hours yet.

Melanie exited her bedroom and headed towards the door. “Who is it?” she asked.

“Kenneth,” was the reply from outside.

Melanie recognized the voice. Kenneth was the son of one of Melanie's friends. They lived in her building, but on different floors.

Melanie was about to tell the boy (Kenneth is a fifteen-year-old) that she was busy and couldn't speak. But before she did, Melanie heard a clicking sound. It was the clicking sound of a ballpoint pen. Melanie changed her mind. “One moment, I have to put something on,” she called.

Melanie returned to her bedroom and retrieved her terry cloth robe. Put it on, covering her slip and cami. She tied it shut with its drawstring.

Returning to the front door, she opened it and let Kenneth in. Kenneth was dressed in skinny jeans, a blue t-shirt with the sleeves cupped high, and a baseball cap turned backward. Kenneth's hair was longer than is typical for a boy while his shirt is shorter than it should be. In his hand, almost hidden from sight was what looked like a pen.

“Hello, Kenneth. What's happening?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“OK, but hurry. I have to get ready for my date.” Melanie looked at her wrist as if she had a watch to accentuate the point.

“I told my mom that I'm a woman and wanted to be treated like one.” Despite being fifteen, Kenneth specifically used the word 'woman' instead of 'girl'.

“I don't think that's a good idea.”

“It's not an idea. It's how it really is. I'm a woman.”

“You're a boy.”

“No, inside I'm a woman. I've always known that.”

“Look, you can't be a woman. You weren't born that way.”

“I know in my soul, I'm a woman!”

“So, what did your mother say?” Melanie knew what Kenneth's mother said. She had already discussed it with her.

"She said she was going to send me to military school. They will make a man of me there."

“So.”

“What would you do if you were me? Would you go?”

“Yes, if I was you, I would go.”

“Even feeling like you do now?”

“YES.”

“Aren't you a woman?”

“You said if I was you.”

“I'm a woman. I might not look very much like a woman now. But I am. I think like a woman. It's who I am meant to be.”

“You're a boy.”

“If you were dressed like me, you would look like a boy, but you're still a woman. I look like a woman when I'm dressed up.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Swap clothing with me.”

“What? NO! Are you crazy?”

***CLICK*** The noise distracted Melanie. It drew her attention to Kenneth's hand. She saw something that looked like a pen. Kenneth clicked it.

“I said swap clothing with me,” Kenneth reiterated. Then he clicked the pen again ***CLICK***

Melanie changed her mind. “OK,” she said. Then she turned to disrobe in a more private area.

***CLICK*** “You aren't embarrassed or find it inappropriate to change in front of me.” ***CLICK***

Melanie pulled open the knot on the drawstring of her robe. She then pulled open the robe exposing her cami and slip.

Kenneth didn't have any excessive interest in seeing Melanie's naked body. When she removed her robe, Kenneth Used his left foot to slip off of his right sneaker. Then he did the same with his left. He pulled off his t-shirt next.

Melanie folded her robe and then pulled down her half-slip exposing her high-waist bikini. The pair removed their apparel in front of each other in a similar way that two ladies in a dressing room do. There wasn't sexual interest between the two of them.

Melanie finished first. She had to wait for Kenneth for about fifteen seconds. The pair swapped clothing and began to redress a moment later. This time Kenneth finished first, although he didn't cover his underclothes with the robe as Melanie had.

“What do you think?”

“I think you still look like a boy.”

“I just need a little makeup. Let me see myself on your phone.”

“Why don't you just use the mirror.”

***CLICK*** “Give me your phone. And tell me your password.” ***CLICK***

Melanie fetched her phone from her purse and told him it was “2357”

Kenneth unlocked the phone and looked at himself. “I think I look good.”

“What's the point of this?” Melanie said in an exasperated manner.

***CLICK*** “You are Kenneth now. Go home your mother is waiting for you.” ***CLICK***

The new Kenneth, headed towards the door, while the new Melanie headed to the bedroom to get dressed. Kenneth exited. His mother was waiting for him to arrive. Kenneth had already used his pen on her before he went to Melanie's apartment. Kenneth and his mother would have one last mother/son night together before Kenneth started military school.

When Kenneth left, Melanie looked at her apartment. “It's mine. It's all mine!” she shouted. Kenneth had Melanie's life. Everything that belonged to Melonie was hers now. That included her name, her apparent gender, and everything that belonged to her. If there was a problem, the CLICKER would smooth it over.

Melanie walked into her bedroom. Her slips swished across her legs. This was the first time that she could walk so freely without having to worry that someone would see her.

Inside Melanie's bedroom, she saw a dress lying on the bed. It was the dress Melanie had selected for her date. She picked it up and put it back in the closet, she decided to wear something in a brighter color.

Melanie loved everything she saw. Even the plain old jeans and shirts. Since Melanie was a woman, everything she wore, even the unisex apparel was womanly.

She looked over everything in every closet and every drawer. Simple tops that Kenneth couldn't wear, Melanie could. She was so happy.

After a half hour of wasting time instead of dressing for her date, Melanie called her date. “This is taking me longer than I expected, come an hour later.”

“But we have reservations.”

“Make new ones. If you do I promise you won't be disappointed.”

“Great. Hey, you sound different, are you coming down with a cold or something? We can reschedule.”

***CLICK*** “My voice is the sexiest you have ever heard and so will be my body when you see it.” ***CLICK***

“No, I'm just fine.”

“I was just kidding. I'll see you soon.”

“Not too soon...”

Melanie decided upon a red lacy dress, with a right elastic waistline with a flared skirt.  He would pair it with high-heeled pumps.

Melanie draped herself over the couch sensually and waited for her date to arrive.

End.