Tiffany, Barb, and Stacy assured Sienna she was ready to go and that she had eaten. "Your last morsel,” Barb insisted, “You ate clad in a panty and bra.” Sienna would sit for many poses in different outfits. She would get to wear two outfits as she walked down the practice runway. While they said she did well for the first time, it was obvious she needed more practice and experience. She walked, moved as directed, with many flashes, light from phones and cameras pointing at her.

Scotty thought it must have been ten in the evening when things came to a halt. He was surprised it was barely 7:00 in the evening when he was pushed into a shower with a cap protecting her hair.

It was about half an hour later when Sienna walked out of the room as a regular girl. It was their gathering room where Patti and Barb were waiting for her. Mom said, “You did very well, honey, but we want you to stay as Sienna for the full evening.”

There was a buffet for all workshop participants. Sienna was as hungry as a bear, but her hand was gently slapped when she reached for things her mother didn’t approve of. Barb enjoyed showing Sienna her plate, though well chosen, it had many no-nos for her.

They had time between then and nine to have fun and even dance. She saw Billie, one of the boys, taking part in his male attire. He and Jeffrey were two of the more experienced performers there. He insisted that Sienna should take no less than two dance lessons the next day. “You need to move more gracefully, and you’ll need to practice dancing with someone as your partner.”

When she protested about not wanting to be anyone’s sissy, “You’re choosing to be a girl. You not only want to look good, but you also need to come across as if it is something you enjoy doing. Even if it will mean bending over backwards or your partner kissing you.”

Sienna barked back, “Never!”

Billie smiled, “You will come to enjoy it as a special moment.” She didn’t want to hear it, even though she was sure he was right. She muttered under her breath, “Damn, you.” They shared a hug as another boy asked her to dance.

Going back to the suite, she was happy that her day would be over, but found out it was not. Quickly, she had to take off my makeup and get into a pair of teddy bear PJs. Her ‘B cup’ boobs were staying on; her hair was being rolled into large curlers so they would not lose their shape, and she was once again putting on a facial mask for half an hour.

Tiffany and Barb were vying for the most enthusiastic for her first day. “Wow,” said Tiff, “You can’t tell me you haven’t been doing this longer!”

Barb insisted, “It’s obvious she’s new, but she looks natural. If you were this disciplined at school, I bet you’d be an ‘A’ student. The grace and how you progressed just today is amazing.

Mrs. Haynes replied, “I’m happy with how everyone helped her practice. Sienna did well, but you’re the ones behind the scenes who helped her.”

Patti insisted, “You can help, but it will need to be his sisters and me a little older to get this sissy to behave.” Sienna wanted to growl at the word ‘sissy’, but she knew she meant it as a boy behaving as she needed to as Sienna.

Patti hugged her, “I know you don’t necessarily like that expression, but you did well in accepting it. I have all the respect you need in support of doing this.”

The face mask was no sooner peeled off and Patti took her to the bedroom. “Your mother wants me to sleep here and make sure you stay in bed to sleep.” Sienna turned to one side, and Patti changed out of her sight. She enjoyed that Patti was there and that she wasn’t alone. Once, Patti rolled in bed, and one of her hands was on Sienna’s waist, and it stayed there. Come morning light, she moved out from under her touch.

Peeing like a girl and wiping herself was funny, a good funny. Moving around and feeling her small breasts continued the experience.

During the morning, there was a prayer time, and all participants were doubly encouraged to be respectful of others, as well as to cast their anxieties over to someone, so they didn’t stress over things on their own. Her mother walked her through two informal prayers. The term 'Lord', she learns, is used in many faith traditions. For her, it is Jesus, and her mother encourages her to understand that nothing is hidden. She felt silly thinking that God knew about this side of her. Tiffany reminded her that God knows even this side of her. She’s a believer, but it stretches her faith to believe God knows her while she embraces herself as Sienna.

A meditation for a dozen others and her was moving in her mind, was a breeze of wind; she took flight as a butterfly as different winds carried her here and there. There are fragrances like flowers that drift over her, and there are some that she is attracted to. She felt chiffon on her upper body and arms, satin strips from a skirt around her legs. She became sensitized to feeling clothing and its movement. She sighs with a joyful cry as she imagines herself as Sienna. The time ends much too soon, but she finds that it has been three-quarters of an hour. Her mind yells, ‘Not possible!’

Like Billie had mentioned, she would have two times for dancing. One time to be with a partner comes after she puts on heels. If she doesn’t overthink it, dancing comes easier as she feels the front of a shoe land or a heel touch down. Bart, a brother of Billie, is her partner. She’s on guard, as Billie suggested; she was not going to trust him. He kissed her, but she didn’t think badly of it.

A rest time with a protein drink was her mid-afternoon snack. Now, she had on a long skirt to the top of her ankles as she moved in dance-like motions. She’s kicked up her legs, twists and spins as the one leg circles around her. She does several cartwheels that she didn’t know she still had in her repertoire. She bends forward and finds herself doing a forward cartwheel as others are to her right and left. Ms. Jung steps toward her and takes her hand as she lets her arm float. Ms. Jung leads Sienna around the floor, has her spin under her arm without direction, and she falls back to find herself in Bart’s arms once again. He leads her in a circle, around him, and lifts her into the air, and she trusts him. Landing on her right foot, she spins three more times before she stops and leans against him.

People, including Billie, stand and applaud her. She curtsies to the crowd, to Bart, and waves like she has finished a performance. Ms. Jung and Louise will tell her numerous times, ‘You need to practice no less than two hours a day, Sienna. The pageant will be here sooner than you expect. You will wish you had practiced more.’

She is in what they call street clothes as they leave, but it is an outfit borrowed from Barb. Her diet and workout allow her to fit into a smaller size. Mom gave gift cards to Patti, Barb, and Tiff and felt a need to insist they keep them. “Mrs. Haynes, it’s our pleasure, plus you paid for everything else. We volunteered.”

Monday was a teacher-in-service day, so they did not have school. Kara was over, with Barb and Tiffany. It was Sienna’s turn to practice makeup on herself as well as her girlfriends. That she was in a pink bodysuit with a short skirt pleased everyone. It wasn’t until Kara and she were across from each other that Sienna saw her staring at her breasts and realized how she was dressed.

She asked, “Why didn’t someone say something earlier?”

Kara said, “I was going to, but they asked me to watch, because you were just one of the girls today. And that you need to practice doing makeup every day.”

She changed, but they insisted it was to be in an outfit she recently bought. Sienna put on a bra, panties, and another skirt and top. She wanted to change out of wearing her breasts, but Momma said, “You can’t, stay in character, Sienna.”

Her Daddy was upset that dinner came, and she was still dressed as Sienna. Mother said, “It was intentional, as she was around girls all weekend and today. Plus, Scotty needs to become comfortable with you guys seeing him as a girl. There will be plenty of fathers and boys at the pageant, and some of them will be there to spook other girly boys who aren’t ready?”

Her father asked her, “Boy, are you ready to be hassled tomorrow? I know they aren’t supposed to hassle you, but dressing as Scotty won’t hide your changes. They’re going to see through your attempt to look like a normal boy.”

Her expression gets a little sad, “I know, and I don’t like being seen as a sissy, but that won’t stop some from thinking it. I don’t want to say, I’m transgender. I want to be in the pageant. I was even thinking of going to the dance as Sienna in the next town over for the experience this coming weekend.”

Her father looks at the mother, “Why did you put that into his head?”

Mother said, “If I heard it right, it was Kara who told the other girls. It was Barb who asked if we’d mind if Sienna went with them. Sienna didn’t complain, and I said it was her decision.”

Sienna said, “Daddy, that will give me extra hours of dressing up, practicing my makeup, and dancing. They agreed not to tell on me, so I should be fine.”

Sheila speaks up, “Father, if you’re not going to stop him, I’m going to have him practice until he gets sick of it, or Sienna becomes my sister!”

Staci says, “He also needs to be Scotty to compete. However, you making Sienna second nature to him won’t end it. His blood will be tested to make sure he’s a boy and not using hormones.”

Dad says, “It seems, Scotty, that this is a dream that you want to see through. If so, you have my blessing, but I don’t want to lose Scotty. Come here, Sienna, and let me give you a hug and a kiss on your cheek.”

It was second nature; she was already becoming Sienna. “Thanks, Daddy, your love is very important and I don’t take that for granted.”

Dad says, “I am starting to like this side of you. I will be one of your biggest fans by the pageant weekend.”

The next day at school, Scotty had many girls and a few boys encouraging him. Ms. Susan, his language arts teacher, commented on him after class. “I hear you are competing as a young person in a beauty pageant. And I hear you are doing quite well in your preparation. I want you to know I am happy for you, and I’m here if you need another adult friend.”

Suddenly, in Sienna’s voice, she says, “Thanks. That means a lot coming from you.” Scotty hugged her and went to his next class.

Scotty went to Ms. Susan’s classroom at the end of school. She was picking up her things to leave the room when she saw him. “If you’d like to know by name, it is Sienna. It might seem strange, but I’ve come to like being Sienna; it is like another dimension to who I am.”

Ms. Susan Lane asks him to sit down and talk awhile if he wants. Scotty was already comfortable and liked talking to her, but had a shy side in doing so. He asked, “Would you be embarrassed if, as Sienna, I wanted to talk to you as a friend?”

“It would be important for me that your parents are comfortable with me doing so.” Ms. Susan was warm, a great teacher, and her joy for teaching was contagious. Scotty assured her that he would tell his parents.

To be Continued…