Womanhood

With Rylee's aggressiveness in wanting to become more educated, there was never a chance that she would not be admitted to a prestigious college, focused on what she was pursuing. Her grades were one of the best in her school, and with the economic situation that she lived in, Rylee was easily able to get in through early admission. For others, something like this would be rather complicated, but for her, it was easy.

She had now lived more time as a female than she had lived as a male, previously. Yet, her whole focus in life was still on how to transform herself into truly being a male once more. No simple physical modification would be enough for her. Rylee wanted all that was masculine to be hers once more, and there would be no corners cut. She would not, nor could not, settle for anything less, even if it would be more simplistic.

As much as Rylee wanted, she was not able to ignore the social obligations that her parents asked of her. They had provided so much for her, that to ignore their goals, would be rude. Life with her parents provided her with comfort and happiness, that to abstain from participating could hinder them from helping her out in her own goals, though they did not know what her penultimate desire was.

Much to Rylee's chagrin, she had grown into a beautiful specimen of womanhood. Her hair, which her mother forbade her from trimming short, grew long and luxurious due to the constant attention brought buy the stylists that Rylee's mother took her too. Her face which contained a pert nose, full lips, and no blemish that detracted from it's picturesque qualities. Due to the prodding of her mother, tasteful amounts of make-up always was applied before she went out in public.

As for other parts of her body, needless to say, they were in no way lacking. If it was up to Rylee, she would have stayed home and study as much as she could. But, no, she was not allowed to. For her own benefit, both of her parents demanded that she visit a work-out facility every day, at least for an hour or two. Her father made sure that she had a trainer to ensure that she would have a healthy and safe workout anytime that she was there. And the trainers, they made sure that the exercises that she did were there to keep her in perfect shape.

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"Dad, can I please be allowed to buy a couple of more casual clothes, just for day to day use? Mom won't let me get anything but dresses. Please?" Rylee tried to beg of her father. She was a girl, who was a boy, but she had learned how to use her femininity to pout. Most of the time it worked on her father.

"Your mother would kill me. Your a beautiful woman, why don't you want to show off more? All your friends do." With a sighing answer, Rylee's father attempted to escape this situation. The last time that he let his daughter have some freedom of choice, away from her mother, he was banished from his wife's side for too long.

And yes, Rylee did start developing friendship with others around her age. Well, friends might be pushing it. Acquaintances might be the more apt term. As she had grown older, so too did all her peers. She might have lived longer than them, but she had not had to mature any further than she had started off as. With the gap shortening, it no longer became a chore to associate with others her own, physical, age.

Due to her circumstances, though, the good majority of her friends were female. At older, yet young ages, it is hard for guys to randomly start hanging out with girls, and vice versa. Her beauty did not help her out either. The only guys that tried to get closer with her, were the ones that were attracted to her looks. In a more crass tone, they wanted to hook-up with her, and do more adult activities. Well, most guys want that when they see a pretty face. Heck, it does not always have to be a pretty face.

"Come on, just one pair of jeans? Look how many other girls are wearing them. Even Evelyn is allowed to wear them." Trying to use the excuse of her father's boss's daughter, was Rylee grasping at straws.

As a child, she had been allowed to wear pants at times, even up till she was advancing into puberty, her mother did allow her some casual clothes. But that came to a close, rather quickly, when her body had started developing. Her mother wanted to show off Rylee, as she was proud of her daughter, and wanted the best for her.

Nowadays, the most casual outfit that she had, were simple sun dresses. They fell on her body and accentuated her features, especially with them getting fitted to her body. Adverse to admitting it, out loud, she did know that they were comfortable. But, they were clothes that only women wore. Normally a guy would never be caught dead wearing a dress.

"The answer is no Rylee. Talk to your mother." Deflated, that he could not allow his baby girl to have her way, he ended the talking point.

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Studying for her goal, kept Rylee busy, in her personal time. The problem, though, was that as she was advancing further towards the final steps, it became harder and harder to progress any further. All the easy avenues had already been traversed. Some of them were already worn thin from constant querying of them.

With her time in college nearly done, only a few glaring, but small, holes prevented her from her magnum opus. There was only a short while till the convenient access of knowledge would be taken away from Rylee. Her work would be harder to finish.

Rylee was sure that if she only had a little bit more time, she could finish the project. The spell was nearly there, just slightly out of her grasp. It was teasing her, that she was so very close, but ultimately so very far away. The end goal, kept away from touch.