The girls went back to the table and enjoyed the attention the young men showed to them, especially Pamela. She had never had the attention that men usually show to females. Having been raised as a boy for the last 12 years, and just her and Claire, since her father died when she was very young, it was a totally new experience, but one that she just adored. When the dance was over, Brent asked her if he could write to her, since they were not allowed to leave campus except for special occasions. Pamela gave him the address, and after a quick peek on the cheek, she left for home with Claire. "Oh Mom, he's so nice! And he wants to write to me!" It was Pamela's first "date", and she was on cloud nine. Claire knew the feeling. She also met someone at the dance. Major Stevens. He was the Father of a young son that attended the academy. They had met at the dance and hit it right off. So she knew the attraction of a handsome man in a uniform. They talked on the short ride home, and then they quickly went to bed. Pamela was lulled to sleep with the dreams of young girls everywhere. The next day was a lounge day, and Pamela and Carolyn spent the day in Pamela's room doing whatever it is that young girls do. Pamela's birthday was coming up soon, and she would be 14, and she was wondering if her Mother would let her have a party. She and Carolyn had it all planned out, they just needed Claire's permission.

Time was quickly passing and had Pamela become a very good tennis player in her age group. She especially liked to wear the very frilly pants under the short white skirts. Her body was gradually adapting to the force of the hormones she was taking. Her bust had developed to a very nice, very full, "A" cup, and her hips had started to widen as well. Claire had encouraged her to get a perm to make it easier for her when she played tennis, so Pamela now sported a slightly shorter mane of curly blonde hair. She and Brent had written back and forth for almost a year, with occasional visits when Claire went to see Major Stevens, or he to came to see her. The party she and Carolyn had planned for her 14th birthday included many of the young men that some of the other girls had met at the previous dance. Major Stevens and Claire coordinated it so that the boys could come to the party, casually dressed this time. With all of the work involved with the party Pamela and Carolyn recruited some of the other girls that had their own boyfriends coming to help out. It was not only Pamela's 14th birthday, it was the day she planned to let Brent know, in a more direct way, what she thought of him.

On the day of the party Pamela got dressed in the party dress she had picked out earlier. It was a dark blue cocktail type dress with very thin spaghetti straps, fitted through the bust, as well as the bodice, and a flaring skirt of blue chiffon. She selected black patent leather 3" heels with a rhinestone clip on the toe. Her jewelry, like the shoe clips were also rhinestone, the dangling earrings glinting in the light as she walked, the pendant necklace lay on her soft white skin, accenting her beauty. Starting with a long bath, Pamela spent a couple of hours getting ready. When she finally slipped the dress over her head and zipped it up, she knew that Brent could not resist her! Claire saw her as she walked downstairs, and stood rooted to that spot. Her daughter had the looks and natural beauty that she just missed as a young girl. For her to reflect on the changes her son had undergone in the last year, she merely had to look at Pamela to know that he was right in his decision to become a girl. Claire was very proud of her and all of the work Pamela had put forth, to get to this point.

"Holy Cow Pam! Are you trying to scare this young man of yours?! You look sensational! Turn around and let me see the back." Pamela spun around, the skirt flaring to show her very nice legs, clad in the silky embrace of her nylons, her smile radiant, framed by the bright red of her lipstick. Carolyn's knock on the door brought squeals of delight as each girl surveyed the other. Carolyn was wearing a strapless black sheath type dress that clung to her figure like wallpaper! The black velvet changing as she walked, her new heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Carolyn's auburn hair, down her back, swayed with every movement. As the kids had started to pair off, Claire started the music and some of them were dancing, cheek to cheek.

"Attention! Can I have everyone's attention! If Pamela will come up here, we will have her open her gifts." Pam looked at the pile of boxes, wrapped brightly, with ribbons and bows and bright paper. She saved the one from Brent until last. As she unwrapped them, she knew that she had been accepted as the girl they all thought her to be. Earrings, bracelets, perfume, makeup, and some clothes came from her girl friends. The boys brought gifts that were obviously picked out by their Mothers. Handkerchiefs, scarfs, gloves, a nice blouse, and a nice summer hat. The one from Claire was special, and she asked Pamela to wait until later that night to open it. The one from Brent was indeed special. He gave her his school ring, in a small box wrapped in pink and white paper. Pamela blushed, Brent stammered, both became surrounded by their friends. The girls oohing and aahing, the boys punching Brent on the shoulder Both were embarrassed by the attention, but they both also wanted it. Complications of youth I guess. Claire put on some music, and the two of them started the next dance. Slow and easy, Brent held her close, femininity oozing from her every pore, her perfume intoxicating to him. He was proud to have her accept his ring, and be "his" girl!