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Walker Academy by Alyssa Davis Chris was summoned to meet with the Dean of Admissions at the Walker Academy of Nursing. After earning an associate degree in Business Administration at a junior college, he had entered a competition for a two year scholarship in nursing at Walker with his goal towards Nursing Administration, and was eagerly waiting for the results. He had learned that Walker, a very well accredited school associated with a large medical facility in a campus configuration, offered a competitive scholarship which included tuition, books, and housing. He knew he would ultimately need a four year degree, but if he could get the first two years paid for, he would be well on the way, he thought with his AA degree as a good foundation. Always a gentleman, Chris was small in stature for his age, but very scholastic. Perhaps this influenced him to pursue the career in nursing administration since this typically required more brain than brawn and seemed to him to be potentially very lucrative. Being an assiduous student, he had studied hard in preparation for the scholarship exam and now he was hoping to receive good news. As Chris entered the administration building, he became aware of the building's odor of academia, befitting its age...the musty odor of well seasoned wood combined with the cleaning solvents or whatever it was, so typical of school buildings. The polished wooden floors creaked as he walked, announcing each step. Certainly unlike the tiled cement floors of modern public institutions, he thought. This was an old yet well accredited nursing facility and this was likely the oldest building on the campus. Chris was sure it would enhance his career to have training from this school on his resum?. Locating the office of Miss Jane Whitley, the Dean of Admissions, he shyly entered the prestigious sanctuary. Even the door hinges creaked in protest of their age. Introducing himself and his purpose to the secretary within, who then forwarded the information into an intercom in hushed tones. He was directed to enter the Dean's office where he was greeted by a distinguished looking and well dressed, middle-aged woman sitting at a large oak desk, attending to stacks of paperwork. She resembled a judge sitting behind the bench of justice and he felt like a defendant on trial. The overall ambiance made him feel relatively insignificant. The most modern item he had seen was a telephone and it had a rotary dial! Everything appeared ancient to the young man. It was as if he had entered a time warp. "Chris Adams?" she said, looking up from her work and over her half glasses. "Yes ma'am," he replied. "You're a man!" she said in a surprised tone of voice. "I think so, ma'am," trying not to mock yet replying to the obvious. "Well that's not indicated on your application for admission." "They didn't ask gender, ma'am." "Hmm, yes I guess not, but from your name, we assumed you were a female Chris. Anyway, I called you here to inform you that you've won the scholarship for our two year program. Congratulations on that. But, I now see we have a problem. Walker is a 'girl's only' school with obviously a 'girl's only' dormitory which makes it impossible for you to attend. We've never had a male student. Yes...we do have a real problem." Chris mustered all his courage to speak out in his own defense. This was something he hadn't planned on but he was placed on the defensive. "Miss Whitley, I competed fairly for the scholarship. There was no mention in the promotional information and your application papers about any gender restrictions. I naturally assumed it was a co-ed college as many have gone that direction, even military academies. I ask that either you allow me to attend classes or imburse me the cash equivalent of the program I have won fairly so that I may go elsewhere. I put in a lot of hard work preparing for your test. I'm not going to give up easily." His eyes were misty as he tried to avoid her stare. "Oh we can't possibly settle for cash...that would set a very bad precedent. I agree it was careless of us not to screen for gender in our paperwork, but this problem has never occurred before. Probably because of your rather androgynous name, we didn't catch your application earlier. And, now mistakenly, we assumed everyone applying for admission knows Walker is a girl's school and not co-educational. You see, being a private college, we are not required to provide open enrollment. We don't rely on public funding. Anyway, I do understand your position, so let me discuss this with the Directors of the academy to see if something can be worked out. If you'll return in two days. I'll have an answer." "Yes ma'am. Thank you," the young gentleman replied as he departed. Miss Whitley's eyes followed Chris as he stood up and walked away. At least, she thought, if he did have to attend classes, he certainly wouldn't stand out much among the girls...he's short, slight of stature, and might even make an attractive girl with that long blonde hair and those long eyelashes. 'I'll mention this to the Board.' There may be a way to resolve this problem. She thought it strange that, in selecting this school, he assumed the school was co-educational. Why had he not investigated further? Walker is such an old school and well established. The days passed rapidly, and at the appointed time, Chris returned to Miss Whitley's office. "Good morning Mr. Adams" "Good morning Miss Whitley. I hope you have good news for me." "Well I think I do, Mr. Adams. The Board has agreed to make an exception in your case because you tested so high in the entrance exam and your scholastic background is outstanding. They will permit you to attend our college subject to some restrictions." "Thank you Miss Whitley, I really appreciate your effort," he said excitedly. "You haven't heard the details yet. As you must certainly be aware of by now, this being a nursing school; all students wear uniforms to class, and you will be required to do so, also. Of course, we will provide the proper uniforms. We also have a rather strict dress code other than the uniforms which you will be required to follow. Here is a packet containing our rules and regulations for you which you will be required to adhere to, without exception. Any violations will give us cause to terminate your scholarship. So look everything over quite carefully. I know this may sound extreme, but it's the best compromise I could get. You must sign a letter of agreement." "I'm sure I'll have no problem with your rules and I agree to your terms," Chris said excitedly. He didn't expect to get this far without a battle...he would have agreed to anything at this point, and he just did. He accepted the envelope and placed it under his arm and signed the pre-written letter. Turning to leave, he said, "Thank you again, Miss Whitley." She smiled. "One more thing," she added. "About your living quarters, there is a room in the lower level of the building once used by a custodian when he resided on campus. We'll have it fixed up for you. You'll even have the luxury of a private bathroom. I think you'll be quite comfortable. You can move in one week before classes start. Good luck, and by the way, please leave your clothing measurements for your uniforms with my secretary." "I will, and thanks again. Good bye." The secretary handed Chris the form for the uniform order. He sat down and began to complete it. Height: 5'3", Weight: 128 lb., Dress size?...'How would I know? Well, this is the form for girls...I'll skip that,' he thought. Waist: 27", Shoe size: 6B 'Maybe this will confuse them even more when they see this form and my measurements. Not exactly those of a football player. This is going to be very interesting.' Chris couldn't wait to settle in to his new home for the next two years. At the earliest date, he arrived at the school, parked his old car near the nurse's dorm and entered to locate and check out his quarters. It took some effort to find the refurbished room since there was no one to ask. He knew only that it was in the basement near the boiler room. But it was clean, well lighted, and freshly painted. It has a built-in, wooden bunk bed with a thin mattress, a small desk and a simple, wooden chair for the only furniture. Boards mounted on the walls would serve as shelving to provide space for books. Very monastic, he thought, but suitable and very isolated. On the desk was a large package, wrapped in brown paper, with his name on it: "Ms Chris Adams." 'Another error, he assumed. Oh well, must be the uniforms.' The bathroom, which was adjacent to his room, was clean and also refurbished. Finding the rooms satisfactory, he began the task of unloading his car and moved his meager possessions into the new quarters. It was hardly a full car load...mostly small items. Nearing completion, he noticed a young lady in jeans and a T shirt approaching him. It was somewhat unique because it was a week before classes were to start and there was hardly any sign of life on this part of the campus yet, and girls never approached Chris unless they needed help with their homework. And this girl was a goddess! She was a very attractive girl, about Chris' height with short, dark brown curly hair, green eyes, creamy complexion, perfect red lips outlining a beautiful smile...slender and shapely body, very well developed...like someone from the pages of Playboy! To say Chris was impressed is an understatement. He was instantly in love! "Hi," she greeted him with a warm smile. "I'm Terry Neal. Kinda lonely around here today so I thought I'd say hello." That was a great conversation opener, Chris figured. "Hi Terry, I'm Chris Adams." "Are you helping someone move in, Chris?" "Actually no, I'm moving myself in." "You're a student here?" she asked surprisingly. "Yes, it's a long story," Chris replied in anticipation of the many such explanations forthcoming. "Let me give you a hand while you tell me," she said grabbing a briefcase as the last item in his car and following him. "Okay, thanks." They wound their way down the single flight of stairs and through the dimly lit corridor to his room. The door had been left open exposing the mess Chris had created when he piled everything on the bed to be sorted later. "Wow," Terry said, "nice room. You'll have a lot of privacy. I have to share with a roommate. So, tell me, when did this school go co-ed?" "It hasn't gone co-ed. Well, not exactly. You see, I competed and won a scholarship to Walker. I had assumed the school was co-ed like so many others, and they accepted my application assuming I was a girl." "I can see why. Chris could be a girl's name. I've had a similar problem in reverse." "Blame our parents for that. Anyway, since I did win, and they caught the error, I gave them the choice of allowing me admission or paying me the equivalent cash value so I could go elsewhere; that they refused to do, so we compromised and here I am." "Oh fun! You're going to have a great time being the only guy with all us girls." "Well, I hope you don't resent my being here, but it's an opportunity I cant pass up...worth a lot of money." "Ha! My dad would agree with you on the money issue. I don't see why you'd be resented. These days, the blending of gender is happening all over. We're here for an education...I don't know why this school isn't co-ed, anyway." Chris cleared a space on the bed so Terry could sit while they chatted. He wanted to join her on the bed but figured that would be improper. Her delicate fragrance was a sexual turn-on for Chris...he wanted to touch her, hold her, make love to her....he had to occupy his thoughts elsewhere. "Let's see what my uniforms look like," Chris said, eyeing the package. "They said I must wear a uniform too. Wonder what of snazzy outfit they came up with for me? Hope it's just surgical scrubs...something simple." Removing the outer wrapper, he opened the inner box and removed a layer of folded garments and held one up. "What's this! Dresses! I expected some sort of male nurses uniforms! Pants...shirts!" Chris was irate. "They know I'm not a girl. There must be some mistake, I can't wear these! I'll be the laughing stock of the campus!" "Did you read the info they gave you about the uniforms and dress code? Didn't it make any exceptions for you?" Terry was trying to placate Chris. "Well no, actually...I guess I forgot. I was too excited about being accepted. I just assumed it was the routine boiler plate, but modified for a guy in my case. In fact, here's the envelope. See, I never opened it. Let's have a look." "Here's the part about the uniforms," Terry pointed out. "The uniform will consist of a white cotton dress, a light blue apron, white hose, and white flat heeled shoes, all but the hosiery to be provided by the school. So, they really didn't alter a thing for you." "And they told me no exceptions.....and I signed an agreement," Chris said, dejectedly. "If I violate the rules, I lose the scholarship. That's their out...they know what they're doing. They want me to refuse and I'm history! Those SOB's!" "Look at the rest of the dress code: 'While on campus, no shorts or jeans are to be worn. Slacks are permissible. Proper attire is considered to be skirts or dresses. Sweat outfits, to be worn only in the athletic facility. While in the dining hall, proper attire is mandatory.' Boy, are you going to have fun!" "And I agreed to this, too! I obviously didn't know what I was doing...what a fool! This scholarship is worth a lot to me financially, so I'm committed. I've got to make the best of it. I'm not about to throw away two years of free education. It's either this or working for the next two years somewhere to build a college fund. Guess I'll be wearing dresses for a while although I'll feel foolish. I just hate to give in to the school's management and let them win. But frankly, I'm not sure I can go through with this." "Well Chris, if you want, I'll help you. It's going to be quite a new experience for you and I think you need a woman's help. Just consider it like an actor performing in drag. It's not the end of the world. Look what Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis did in their career, and many other female impersonators..." "Thanks, Terry. I really appreciate your offer and consolation, but remember, they were professionals with professional help. However, I accept your assistance. What other choice do I have than to become a drag queen in the interest of a free education? Doesn't it offend you that a guy is going to wear girl's clothes and attend a girl's school?" "Not in the least, Chris. You'll be able to experience what it's like to be a girl...maybe it'll do you some good! You may even come to like it!" "Well, I hope the other girls are as understanding. I'm sure glad I met you!" He meant that in more ways than one. "When you get settled here, we're going to have to do some shopping. You'll need some things to add to your new wardrobe. Certainly for a start, you need some white stockings. You don't have any do you?" Terry winked. Chris blushed. This lovely lady he admired (and lusted over) was going to help transform him into a girl and he was embarrassed over it yet in need of her assistance. He wanted to impress her, maybe seduce her but how could that happen if he was dressed as a girl? There would go his masculinity down the drain. She stepped back and studied Chris' petite features...blonde, slender, and wearing his hair long in a ponytail. His eyebrows: thin and barely visible, his eyelashes: long and curved, very girlish. "You know, you and I are about the same size, in fact, you may even be a bit smaller. That's handy. Shopping for you should be easy since I already know about what sizes you take. Call me when you're ready to go, room 202...and I suggest you read your rules and regulations to see what else you got yourself into," Terry said, departing with a laugh leaving Chris with mixed emotions. He was embarrassed at his predicament yet determined not to let the school win by default. They had challenged Chris and he accepted it. Chris met Terry at his car and they embarked on a shopping trip for some school clothes for Chris unlike any shopping he had ever done. At a large mall, they entered a department store where Terry led them to the lingerie section. To Chris, it looked like a sea of lace and femininity. Things he had usually walked past, but now had a forced interest in looking at. He was completely out of his element here. Alone, he would've felt extremely out of place, but with Terry's guidance, he felt slightly more confident, especially since there were few customers in the area. "You need some white stockings for the uniform...I suggest these thigh-highs...unless you prefer pantyhose or garters." "No thanks...these will do fine." Again, he blushed and Terry smiled at his shyness. "You may have a problem with them staying up, but you can try them," Terry advised. "The size is on the back of the package...see, your size is the same as mine." Terry selected some different colored hose also. Chris wondered why, but decided not to ask. "What about underpants? Do you wear those bulky, boy's jockey shorts?" "Yes" "They're going to show under your new wardrobe and look odd." "So what do you suggest, boss?" "I'd recommend cotton or nylon panties...lady's things are thin so they wont show through the outer layers, and besides, they're also easier to launder. And I think you'll find them comfortable," she said, holding up some examples. "OK, whatever you say," Chris said in a flippant manner attempting to conceal the fact that he wanted to run and hide his red face. Here he is with a beautiful young lady who's buying panties for him to wear! He was dying! Terry picked out 7 pairs of nylon panties of assorted colors. "One for every day of the week," she pointed out with a wink. "I don't suppose I could talk you into wearing a bra, could I? With a little padding, it would give you some shape." She was pushing. "Don't get carried away, Terry...I don't need the shape," Chris replied. "OK, OK, thought I'd try....maybe later," she mumbled, "but I do think you really need some slips. That cotton uniform dress is going to be awfully scratchy against your skin." "I'll take your word for that...go ahead with whatever you think." He wanted to leave and let her finish everything but knew that wouldn't be fair.....she was doing this for him as a favor. "You're being so cooperative! I think you're enjoying this?" He was not enjoying this, but he replied, "I have to enjoy this, it's going to be my way of life for the next two years, I guess." Terry selected two full slips, and two half slips, all in white nylon with lace trim. Chris began to be slightly intrigued by the selection of the female undergarments for him. Caught up in this environment of lingerie with all the lace, garters, and feminine finery, and with the thought that he was committed to having to wear this stuff, he suddenly felt a certain interest to try them on, something he'd never done before. What would it be like to dress as a girl, he wondered. The purchases where paid for and they headed to the woman's dresses section. "Why are we here, Terry?" Chris asked. He felt he had all the accessories to the uniform issue. "You're going to need some things to wear out of class, you know, like at meal time or other activities. Remember the dress code?" "Oh yeah, skirts and dresses...right. But watch my budget please. This is coming out of my savings." "We'll set you up with a minimum outfit for now...then wait for some sales. I know this gets pretty expensive. You can borrow clothes from me also if you need." "Thank you dearie," Chris said mockingly. He was going to wear Terry's clothes? Yeah, right...but then, what a novel idea! "We'll share all our things, right?" he said intending humor. "Why not, we're the same size. It's like an extended wardrobe. All the girls borrow from each other in a dormitory." "Well, I've never lived in a girl's dorm before." Chris was starting to get aroused at the thought of being a part of this "woman's world," especially Terry's world. "You'll get used to it," Terry said smiling. "You may even learn to like it." Terry selected two skirts of different lengths and styles, two blouses, two cardigan sweaters to go with the skirts, and one loose fitting dress. "Can't you pick things not so frilly and lacy?" Chris asked. "Don't fight me, Chris. I know what I'm doing." "You wont be able to try this stuff on here, but I'm sure they'll be OK. You'll find the skirts are more convenient to wear, but once in a while you need a dress. This style will be the most flattering for you...the frilly front conceals your flatness, since you won't wear a bra." "Not that again." "Thought I'd try...forget it." These items were purchased and they moved on. "What's next, boss?" "I think you need some shoes. You can't wear white shoes all the time, and your boy's shoes will look dumb with a skirt." In the shoe department, Chris tried some woman's shoes when no one was looking. "I can't believe you also wear the same shoe size as I do!" Terry exclaimed. "This makes it even easier. I'll model them and you tell me if you like them." "Oh what do I care...I trust your judgment. You select what you think I need." "OK, I think this is the best compromise." Terry chose a pair of black pumps with a 2" heel and a pair of penny loafers. She modeled them for Chris and he agreed they looked nice. "You won't have a problem walking in these, and they're not too dressy but still stylish." "Are we done?" Chris was getting anxious to end this experience. He had mixed emotions about the whole endeavor. Both a newly acquired excitement and apprehension of the propriety of what he was doing. "I think so. These are the basics. The rest you can borrow from me." "The rest?" "Accessories and stuff. You'll see, in time." They stopped for a bite to eat at a food court and returned to the Walker School of Nursing. Entering Chris' room, Terry said, "I think you should try on a uniform to see how it fits before classes begin so there are no problems. You don't want to foul on the first day." "Sounds like a reasonable idea. Do I need all the proper under things too?" Chris was becoming eager to try his new purchases, like a kid with a new toy, especially in the privacy of his room. If he was going to make a fool of himself, he wanted to be alone, or in this case, with a trusted friend. "Of course. Might as well see if they fit also, and start to get used to them." "OK, wait here. I'll be right back." Chris took his new possessions and went into the bathroom to change. He began to unwrap each item and laid them out in the order he was to wear them. "This is like unwrapping Christmas presents," he yelled out to Terry. "Except, you paid for these," she retorted. Chris stripped naked and hesitantly pulled on a pair of panties. They fit perfectly and felt similar to his Jockeys except for the smoothness of the fabric and the narrow cut of the crotch; comfortable, while snugly caressing his genitals with the fine nylon material. Was it the thought of wearing girl's panties that made them so comfy or was it really just tactile? Whichever, they were nice. Next, he placed a slip over his head and slid it down his hairless body. It too felt strangely delightful, clinging to his svelte figure. And it looked very nice, admiring himself in the mirror on the inside of the door. 'Hmm, this is going to be okay,' he thought, and he admitted to himself that the fabric of the bodice was void of what should be there. Sitting on the toilet, he carefully bunched up a pair of white stockings. They rolled up his naturally hairless legs easily. 'I could get accustomed to this,' he admitted to himself. In fact, the thought of what he was doing combined with the sensation of the delicate fabrics now felt so arousing that he was getting an erection, which slightly showed under his form fitting slip. Then the moment of truth. He lifted the white cotton uniform dress over his head, arms through the sleeves, and pulled it down over the slip, smoothing it as it fell, and awkwardly buttoned the "reversed buttons" of the front upper part. Except for the empty bodice, it fit perfectly, as had everything else. He continually admired himself in the mirror with each item. Finally, came the blue bib apron which went over the dress and tied in the back, and the white, flat heeled nurse's shoes. Luckily, the loose skirt and apron concealed his, by now, very rigid organ. He removed the band retaining his ponytail and fluffed his hair to let it fall fully creating a feminine presentation. "Here I come," Chris said as he shyly stepped into the room where Terry was waiting. He was visibly nervous, never having done anything like this before and with a girl he was trying to impress. "Wow, Fantastic! Looks like a perfect fit. And, by the way, you do make a very nice looking woman, Nurse Adams. Now, how about a little makeup?" "Hey, wait a minute!" he said, offering a feeble protest. "OK, thought I'd try. How's the underwear? Fit OK?" "Actually, yes," Chris said with controlled enthusiasm. Sure, he liked them but didn't dare admit it. He slowly walked around the room to feel the dress brush against his hose clad legs. A new and unusual feeling, but delightful. "I do believe you like these things," Terry observed. "Wait till you try on the other stuff, which, by the way, I think you should change into. We can eat in the college dining room tonight. Remember the dress code. It's time you start." "Will you pick out my outfit, then, please?" Terry handed Chris a long skirt and a matching blouse with a frilly front. Chris, no longer shy, removed the apron and the white dress in front of Terry and put on the blouse and the skirt, again struggling with the buttons. He knew this would take some time to adjust to the reverse buttons of women's garments. Again, he enjoyed the skirt; the freedom of movement, the way it brushed his legs. Terry handed him the black pumps which he placed on his feet. "Great, but the white hose don't go with the outfit. Try the tan pair." 'So this is why she got the different colored stockings,' Chris thought. He not only had never worn women's clothes before, but now he was dressing in the presence of a pretty girl he was attracted to! He was not only strangely enjoying this, but he was again fully aroused. Luckily, the full skirt hid his erection, or so he thought. "I can see you seem to be enjoying wearing these clothes," Terry said, noticing the bulge. "You'll soon get used to it." Chris started to blush and Terry, noticing, stood up and gave him a big hug. "You're wonderful, Terry...thanks for everything," Chris said softly to Terry and she kissed him gently on the lips. Chris returned her kiss as she pressed her body tightly against Chris' hard organ. She was getting aroused too, so she backed away. Chris sat down on the bunk and changed his hose. Terry watched him roll the white pair down his legs, then bunch up the tan stockings and roll them up his hairless legs. Pulling the thigh-highs up to the top, he extended his legs, revealing their shapeliness. Chris was not very muscular and, in fact, was potentially very feminine in appearance. "Much better," she said. "My goodness, you've got beautiful legs for a guy. And where did you learn to put on stockings like that? Have you ever worn hose before?" "No, but I've seen my mother do it." "Yeah, and I'll bet you always wanted to try. Now let me see you walk around in these shoes." Chris put on the black 2" pumps and paraded around the room as directed. The skirt bounced around his nylon covered legs and the feeling was ecstatic. The shoes and stockings enhanced his legs and ankles even further. Even without makeup, he was passable as a girl. "You are a quick study. You're having no problem walking in those heels. Wonder how you'll do in higher heels....and, you see, the ruffles on that blouse cover the fact that you are flat-chested, if I may be so bold. Eventually you may want to give some thought to a little padding there." "What, the bra, again?" "Just a suggestion. Finishes the look, you know. And speaking of looks, maybe we should do something with your hair." "Wait a minute. Why must I look like a total woman? I'm a guy in a girl's school. It will soon be no secret. So why the disguise? I'm merely conforming to the dress code. Isn't that enough?" "Sure, according to the dress code, you must wear woman's clothes. They made no exception for you, and so you are conforming to the rules. But, do you just want to look like a "guy in a dress"? That would be both silly and offensive to the rest of us girls. Wouldn't you rather try to be accepted by your classmates as a guy in your position, forced to fit in, by reasonably trying to emulate a girl? You know, after all, this is a girl's school, and you're going to be here a long time, so why not give in and try to pass as a girl. We wouldn't be so self conscious around you, and you might even learn to like it." "I suppose you're right, and I actually think I am already." "I think you are too. But remember, to me you're still a male." Terry whispered in his ear and gave Chris a long hot kiss. "OK, then, so what about my hair?" "I think I can make it up into a somewhat feminine style. You wear it long anyway. I'll give you something easy to maintain and yet able to be kept off your collar as rules dictate." Terry divided Chris' hair, pulling some forward over his forehead and using a pair of scissors which she had in her makeup kit she had brought in anticipation, trimmed his hair giving him bangs. The remainder, she pulled back into a ponytail tied with a ribbon. "Now, for some makeup," Terry persisted. "You do need some color." "I'm afraid to say no to you." The moment he was waiting for but was afraid to ask. Terry applied a light foundation to Chris' face. "This is a base to cover any beard shadow, but your blond hair color shows little," she explained as she worked. "You will be easy to do. Next, a little eye shadow to his eye lids and some pencil to darken his eyebrows and contour them a little. Just to accent your eyes a little. We don't want to overdo it. This is not a formal event. You've got such long beautiful eye lashes," she noticed. "I'm jealous!" She brushed on blush to the hollows of his cheeks, and dusted a little powder overall to soften the look. "This gives you a softer and more feminine look, though you don't need much added to what you already have." Last came the lipstick. She chose a medium pink lip gloss and carefully outlined his lips with a brush and then applied the pink shaft to fill his lips. "Gently purse your lips, please." He did as directed. She gently planted a kiss before smoothing the color evenly across his lips. He rubbed his lips together to even out the gloss. Terry was impressed again that he knew how to do that. "Didn't want to waste a good pucker. The pink gloss gives your lips color and shine. There now, you look a thousand percent better and I think you'll be able to do it yourself from now on. I'll leave these cosmetics with you. By the way, don't be alarmed if the lipstick doesn't wash off. It's a new kiss proof kind that's fairly permanent." Chris was watching his transformation in Terry's makeup mirror as she worked. He was glad he submitted to Terry's insistence to wear makeup. He thought to himself, since this is going to be a regular thing, he didn't care how permanent the makeup was. This school is going to teach him more than he had expected. Chris stood up from the desk, stepped back and twirled around the room. "My goodness! You do make a very pretty woman. You'll have no trouble passing now." "What will the other girls think?" he asked. "It's not my intention to deceive anyone you know." "I think they will respect you more because you've taken the trouble to fit in rather than mock them by appearing as a drag queen. You'll see." "Well, I've got a week to get adjusted to this before classes begin. Let's go eat and meet some of the other girls. Gee, I just met you today, and now we're like sisters. How can I ever thank you enough? I could never have gotten this far without your help." "My pleasure," Terry said, taking Chris' hands. "I'm flattered you have the confidence to let me help you. We will be dorm sisters and more, I hope. I want to continue helping you with your 'orientation'." "I also hope we can be more than sisters, Terry. And yes, I'd like your help." Chris kissed Terry warmly. She submitted and their tongues touched. Chris' erection returned and Terry, feeling it, pressed in tighter. She liked the feel but again thought better of it and pulled away. "I feel like a lesbian," she whispered. "I've never kissed a girl before." Their lipstick didn't smear. The two young ladies proceeded to the dining hall in an adjacent building. After having seen how well he looked in the mirror, Chris walked with confidence, very much aware of the unfamiliar feel of the feminine garments against his skin, a sensation he very much was enjoying. This might not be so bad, he thought. I'm going to like this. He kept trying to convince himself. Going through the food line, they chose their meals from the limited selection of the pre-school food service, and, despite Chris' protest, joined some other girls at their table. Terry made the introductions and no mention was made of Chris' real gender. The other girls didn't pay much attention to the crossdressing boy. Terry provided most of the distraction. After leaving the hall, Terry praised Chris on his behavior. "See? They didn't notice anything different about you. You can pass as a girl." "But I didn't say anything. All I did was listen. You did all the talking. I still feel strange about this charade." "Well don't, you can't go around bragging that you're not a girl. If it happens to come out, you don't have to deny it, but don't broadcast it either. When classes begin, we'll let our own classmates know. The word will spread soon enough. But give it enough time for you to prove yourself as a serious student and not some pervert trying to crash a girl's school." "As usual, I guess you're right again. You are an amazing woman. But what about my voice?" "Just speak softly, smile a lot, and be expressive with your eyes. No one will pay much attention to anything else, after all, they have to reason to suspect differently. Many women have low pitched voices." That put Chris a little more at ease. They returned to Chris' room where Terry began to give him lessons on how a girl sits in a skirt, and other female mannerisms, including how a girl speaks, gestures, and uses her eyes for expression. As before, Chris was a quick learner and a very willing student. Terry was impressed with his progress. "You amaze me. You're really into this girl stuff. I think you must've secretly wanted to be a woman. Was your applying for this school really an accident?" Chris immediately took the defensive position. "Hell yes! Honestly, I didn't know about Walker not being co-ed. But for now...this circumstance...I don't know. It's all so new to me, and I admit, I am beginning to like it. After all, I am committed to this life style for the next two years and who knows after that. I'm planning on going for a four year degree." For the next week, before classes began, Chris wore variations of his new wardrobe constantly to get accustomed to behaving as a girl. He had packed away all his male clothes. Little need for them anymore. He would eventually discard them, he thought. He and Terry spent a great deal of time together getting acquainted and bonding both as girls and lovers. He discovered that Terry was very aggressive and he liked that in a girl. She did not forget that Chris was a boy under the feminine finery. At the same time, Chris was learning to be very submissive to Terry, and she preferred him that way. With so few students in the dorm, they had a lot of privacy together for some great love making. Terry was afraid to let Chris penetrate her for fear of getting pregnant, but other methods were wonderful for both of them. She dominated Chris completely. He quickly became her sex slave. As the days passed, they met their classmates as they arrived. Terry steered the conversation around to Chris and his circumstances to a few of the girls and the word spread. The girls generally thought it was great what Chris had done to the school authorities, standing his ground with them, and were impressed with his presentation as a girl. They welcomed him as a sister and wanted to help him with his transformation. His fears were over. Classes began, and all the freshman girls were in their new uniforms. The freshman class had 60 girls in their own dorm. After a day in the new outfit, Chris was glad Terry had advised him to wear a full slip. He could see how he would have been miserable without it. The nylon slip allowed the crisp cotton fabric of the uniform to slide easily and not chafe his skin. She had been right again. In time, he was beginning to notice that maybe he should use a little padding in the bust area. His classmates filled out their dresses so well, and he was feeling a little self-conscious being so flat chested. especially with the bodice of his slip hanging so empty. Besides, the idea of having breasts was beginning to interest him. Of course, none of the other girls made any comments about his flatness. The instructors either didn't know or didn't care about Chris' genderbending. Nothing was mentioned. After the second week, while Chris and Terry were studying together, Chris said, "Terry, I was thinking, Maybe I should try to add a little shape to my outfits." "What a wonderful idea! Why didn't I think of that?" she said, laughing. "You can borrow one of my bra's till we go shopping again." Terry quickly went to her room before he changed his mind, and returned with a pink satin bra, trimmed in lace, and a tiny red bow in the center between the cups. "I know this will fit you." Chris took off the sweater he was wearing and put his arms through the straps. Terry hooked the bra behind him. She then took some rolled up stockings and stuffed the cups. It took two pair to fill them adequately. Chris put his sweater back on and admired his instant development. "Much better. You are right again, as usual, but isn't it a bit much?" he asked. "Not really, it's proportioned to your body. Keep this bra till we get you some padded ones. It may feel strange now but you'll get used to it." Chris smirked. The next day in class, Chris was pleased that he looked more like the rest of the girls. Some of them noticed, smiled and winked their approval. They enjoyed Chris' progressing transformation, and Chris continued to like being transformed into a woman. Chris endeared himself with his classmates by helping them with their homework. They had study sessions in his room or in the lounge. When they started to learn the metric system of measurement, Chris, having learned it in previous schooling, helped the other girls in dorm study groups. He also helped the girls with lab work, since he'd had science courses in junior college and was good with math. It helped form a bond with his dorm sisters and they were very appreciative. Nobody considered him anything but a sister. In return, they all contributed with coaching him in the art of being a woman: etiquette, clothing styles and accessories, feminine gestures and expressions, posture, makeup tips, etc. More than he needed to know, he often thought, but being innately a good student, he wanted to learn everything. Being totally immersed in the company of women, the learning came easily. He was getting a double education...more than he expected. When Thanksgiving arrived, the college held a formal dinner in the dining hall for the students and staff. Everyone had to dress appropriately in their best dresses. One of the girls loaned him a dress for the event. Several of the girls ganged up on him to do his hair and makeup. His transformation to making him beautiful seemed to become a class project. One girl with experience as a hair stylist, another as a makeup artist, etc. They all pitched in to work on him. His hair was now long enough to style. They cut and styled his hair into a very feminine hairdo. His eyebrows were plucked and shaped, and makeup applied like never before. He felt like Cinderella going to the ball. He was turned into a beautiful woman. And he was extremely pleased with the his new look, as any woman would be. He put on the borrowed party dress and a pair of matching shoes with 3" heels. By now, after several shopping trips, he had his own bras with foam pads in a B cup giving him the form he wanted. He had grown to feel perfectly natural in these clothes and the makeover gave him added confidence. He knew he looked hot this night. With Terry as his date, or rather, he was Terry's date, the two girls walked to the dining hall. "Chris, I think I'm jealous...you're prettier than I am. They did a wonderful job on you. I think you should leave your hair like that, it's very becoming." "I might have to, hon. They cut and styled it. I may have little choice." "How do the shoes feel? I see you're having no problem walking." "Fine. I've been practicing a lot, you know...short steps, concentrate on walking on my toes, one foot in front of the other. The girls have been grooming me a long time for this." "See, and you were worried about being accepted. Well, tonight's the big night...you get to be seen by the whole college and staff. We'll see if anybody suspects." "Terry, I'm a little nervous. Please don't leave me. I need your support." "I won't Chris. But relax, remember, my love, you're a lovely young lady now...nothing to worry about." They entered the hall and mingled with the crowd. As they stood looking around the room, Chris spotted Miss Whitley. He approached her and said, "Hello Dean Whitley, do you remember who I am?" Chris had his confidence now and decided to have some fun with his new identity. "Why, no, I'm afraid I don't recognize you. Should I?" "I'm Chris Adams, remember? The male student you thought was a female." "Oh my goodness, Chris. You certainly have changed! Of course I wouldn't recognize you. Well, I see you've adapted quite well, as I was sure you would. You make an attractive young lady." "You expected me to look like this?" Chris asked, surprised. "Actually, yes I did, Chris. Being petite in stature, you wore your hair in a girlish pony tail, being an academic type person rather than sports minded, and since you were applying to an all girls school, I felt you fit the stereotype of someone pursuing a gender change, even though you claimed it was a mistake on the school's part. I did not believe you were unaware this school was not co-ed. I think you wanted to go to a girl's school all along. So I convinced the Board to let you attend only if you wear women's clothes, something I felt you wanted to do, anyway. If you didn't, you were out, to which they agreed. And I was positive you would blend in well with the other girls. So, was I very wrong?" "Well, honestly, I guess not. I have never admitted it to anybody but I guess I always wanted to be a girl. I don't know whether to be angry or to thank you. You obviously had more insight about me than I knew about myself. I thought I'd try this for a while to see how I'd feel living as a woman. I've grown accustomed to living this way now and I like it very much, so I feel I must thank you. Time will tell how far I go with it," Chris said smiling. "I'm not only getting a paid education, but a new life style." "Well dear, if you need any professional counseling, don't hesitate to take advantage of our Health Service. Maybe you will decide to make the change permanent. You do make a lovely woman, I'm happy to say. I'll help you any way I can. Good luck." Chris thanked her and rejoined Terry and told her about the conversation. "Somehow, she knew I wanted to be a girl from the start," Chris said. "I think I did too, when I saw how excited you were about trying on your new underwear and dresses. You didn't offer any resistance as I would have expected a boy to do, and you didn't want to take them off. And you've adapted so well in such a short time." "Gosh, was it so obvious? I'm embarrassed." "Don't be, love...it's history now. And I love you the way you are. I think that's what attracted me to you." They sat down to the Thanksgiving dinner, and enjoyed the evening with their friends. Chris and Terry spent the long weekend partying, shopping and watching TV. No homework! Time passed with classes, lab work, and homework until Christmas break. Chris' wardrobe increased with the change of seasons. Terry invited Chris to her home to spend the holiday with her family, and he accepted, completely comfortable with his new identity. The two young ladies arrived at Terry's home and were warmly received. "So you are Terry's friend...we've heard so much about you Chris," Mrs. Neal said. "We're so happy you can spend the holiday with us. Terry, you girls will have to share your room, your brother is coming home also, so his room will be occupied." "OK, mom...we'll manage just fine, won't we Crissi?" Terry said winking at Chris. Chris thought, this is too good to be true. The girls went up to their room to freshen up. Terry pushed Chris down on her bed, jumped on top of him and planted a long deep kiss. "Now I've got you where I want you, my slave," Terry said. Chris purred with submission. They freshened up, repaired their makeup and returned downstairs. That night, Terry and Chris went to bed together in Terry's bed. Chris was wearing a pink teddy with a bra and panties, in case someone accidentally came into the room. Terry was wearing a white teddy with nothing underneath. When the house was quiet, Terry rolled on top of Chris and kissed him and stroked him until his penis grew firm She extracted it from it's nylon enclosure, then positioned her body so that his hot, hard shaft entered her receptive vagina. Chris responded immediately. He thought he had died and gone to heaven. Terry was his first vaginal sex partner. He was a virgin no longer. Their two bodies undulated slowly, her hips rising to meet his thrust, quietly, so as not to wake up the household. Chris climaxed first and Terry followed shortly after. They remained fixed in position for a while to savor the moment. "I thought you were worried about getting pregnant," he whispered. "I was, my love, but I planned for this and started on the pill a while back. Merry Christmas. Did you like your gift?" "Is the snow cold?" Chris responded, chuckling. "Oh Terry, I love you so much," he gushed. "I love you too, Chris. I want you always. You're not thinking of a total sex change are you? I do like you as a woman, but not a total woman." "No, my love, not total, but maybe some minor changes." "What do you mean?" she asked, as they lay in each other's arms. "I was thinking of maybe taking some hormones to grow breasts. I've been researching the subject." "Will they affect your sex drive?" "I don't think so...I'll have to find out for sure. I've read it takes longer for orgasm, though." "Ooooh, delightful," she purred, and she lightly fondled his nipples. "So, if you do grow breasts, do you plan on living as a woman permanently, then?" "Right now, I think so. That's the plan, anyway. I'm very happy. Do you object?" "No, I want you to be happy, that's why I've been there to help you get this far, but I don't want to lose you to a scalpel. I don't mind living with you as a woman if you've got the right equipment. It's been great, so far." "You're a rare find," he said. They kissed, rolled over and went to sleep. Chris got along with Terry's family very well...no one suspected anything unusual. She was welcome to come back. Returning to the academy after the holidays, Chris talked to a counselor at the health service about his desire for a gender change. His goal was to become a pre-op transsexual. The counselor could see how well Chris had adjusted to living as a woman and, with a little persuasion from Miss Whitley, agreed to help him. Chris was given a complete physical to establish a baseline medical database. He then was given a regimen of a light dose of hormones to take on a regular basis. It was explained that he would notice some changes in his body, both physical and emotional over a period of time as a result of the medication. His breasts would develop, his hips would enlarge, skin tone would soften, etc. His sex drive and performance would only change slightly. This all confirmed what he had learned from his research on the subject of sex changes. He was eager to start and took his first dose immediately. During the semester from January to June, Chris began to experience the expected physical and emotional changes. His hip measurements gained 4 inches, while his waist lost 2 inches as his weight rearranged itself. His nipples and breasts began to show development and required only slight padding to fill the B cups of his bra. His hair grew faster and thicker yet his facial hair growth seemed to reduce. To Terry's delight, his penis size only reduced a little, but was just as useful, and it was taking him longer to climax, although his sex drive had slightly diminished. Chris was extremely happy with his change. With his new curves, he could now wear a two piece bathing suit and draw whistles at the beach. He now found himself more openly effeminate and emotional over the slightest things, His positive attitude about his new femininity helped, and Terry loved that. She drew even closer to Chris. Their sex life was intense; as two woman making love, strictly orally, a real turn-on for Terry. She had worried for nothing, especially since she was the dominant one in the relationship; HER preference, as always. Chris was completely submissive to her; HIS preference. In June, the school year closed. Next Fall, they would start spending some time with on-the-job nurse's training at a hospital. Miss Chris was ready. During the summer vacation, Chris and Terry stayed with Terry's parents, sharing her room. Her parents still not suspecting that Chris was a male. They both got summer jobs as nurses' aids at a local hospital to earn money and keep their skills current. The girls occasionally went out on double dates with boys just for appearance. Mostly their social life involved group activities with friends. Chris was a hit with Terry's girlfriends and her old boyfriends, much to Terry's amusement. Chris would allow the boys a casual kiss, but no more. Terry would do likewise. Chris and Terry were very close, always touching or holding hands. Terry's mother noticed and was a little concerned but said nothing. The summer passed and vacation ended.....Back to school. The now second year students received their new uniforms...all white nylon dresses with blue caps. No complaints from Chris this time about having to wear a dress. He would have complained otherwise. They would attend classes half days and work in a hospital the other half, assisting the RN's. Chris was identified as a female student nurse by the staff and he didn't claim to be otherwise. Miss Whitley arranged that. In fact, he considered himself to be a woman and acted accordingly. Nor did any of his classmates reveal his true identity. They, long ago, had accepted him as a woman. And Chris' feminine features were continuing to develop as a result of the hormones. Chris had become a very attractive young lady. So much so that some of the young interns would occasionally hit on her. One young man was so persistent that Chris finally gave in and, with Terry's consent, went on a date with him. Fred, the intern, was very nice, and very handsome. Chris could have fallen for Fred if she didn't love Terry so much. To be polite, Chris kissed Fred at the conclusion of their date, which turned into a passionate and delightful kiss. Fred got all turned on by it, and Chris, having never kissed a boy before, also got excited and caught up in the moment. The kiss led to some petting. Fred fondled Chris' developing breasts which she enjoyed and Chris, in turn, fondled Fred's hard penis to the point of climax, which they both enjoyed. She had never experienced these feelings before, sexually touching another male, enjoying it...thinking maybe it was because of the hormones. Fred made Chris feel like a woman in a different way than Terry does, and she liked that. When Chris related to Terry what had happened and how Fred had made her feel, Terry understood and said Chris would have to choose which way to go, i.e. making love with a man or a woman. Terry didn't want to compete with a man. Chris decided to stay with Terry but she (Chris) never stopped thinking about that night with Fred. It was a close call. Chris didn't date any more men during the second school year. She concentrated on her work and studies, and graduated with honors. At the graduation ceremony, all the girls received their RN certificate and their white caps. Chris and Terry were now registered nurses. They took a short vacation trip back to Terry's home where Terry told her parents about Chris' real identity and that they planned to marry. Mr. Neal was speechless at first, but since he liked Chris, he accepted him/her into the family. Mrs. Neal claimed she knew it all the time, but wasn't really sure, and likewise welcomed Chris as a new son/daughter-in-law. They were married at the Neal's home, Chris in a white, feminine gown and shoulder length hair under her veil, and Terry in a black, tuxedo looking dress with a short boyish hairdo. As expected, Terry chose to be the groom, so she wore a black, tuxedo styled dress to accommodate her parents. Miss Whitley was Chris' maid of honor. She had been watching Chris' academic progress and transformation from a shy young man to a confident, attractive young lady, and was very pleased and not surprised with both. Terry got a job at a hospital near the school while Chris went on towards her degree in Nursing Administration. As promised to Terry, Chris never had SRS, but continued her career as a woman, and "wife" to Terry.