Becoming Alanna Part 1

Instead of growing hair all over like the guys in my gym class, my skin had remained relatively smooth and nearly hairless save for a fine layer of peach fuz and a few errant stray hairs under my arms and on my pink puffy pelvis. From a lack of outdoor activity my skin was creamy pale. I stood 5'4 150lbs and had an oddly feminine shape to my body. With the addition of some extra fat, this translated into rounded hips, a shapely butt, curved legs and even small bumps on my chest. I had messy strawberry-blond hair down just past my shoulders and it was at this moment that I first realized that I looked almost a little more like a girl than I did a true boy. It wasn’t fair! I loved girls and how they looked, why did I have to look like this!?

Feeling dejected and freakish, I grabbed my bag, kissed my mother and father goodbye at the car and walked over to Samantha’s. When i arrived at her house I rang the doorbell and waited. 2...3...5...10 minutes I waited. Turning to walk back to my house I heard the door open. There was Samantha in tiny pink cheerleader's shorts with a white wife beater on. Her hair was braided into pigtails and she was covered in sweat, dust and slightly smeared running makeup. I realized she must have been cleaning the salon and smiled. "Hi Samantha" I said I’m here to help. "Great Alex I really need some". She said it with a little twang in her voice. "Come on in" she gestured to enter and I did, hearing the door shut abruptly behind me, like the door to a jail cell. I followed her into her house and she showed me around. Her home was very nice although not yet fully set up.

She showed me the upstairs rooms and I noticed that her room smelled like smoke a bit and that the room i was to stay in, was (conveniently enough for my self-esteem) painted fully in pink and oddly more set up than any other room in the house. "Put your stuff down here" Samantha said to me as we walked in. "Now let’s go down to the salon and I’ll show you what you will be responsible for while you’re working here this summer". I followed her down to the lover level of the house, my eyes glued to the wiggle in her short shorts as she bounced down the stairs.