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One-Handed Tales #4: Surrogate Schoolgirl
By Sarcastic Slut
At age eleven I was in the last year of junior school. Some time
next year we would be going to the secondary school in the
village. The secondary school had been mixed but had changed
hands and was going to become a boy's school. The council were
planning on sending all the girls to the next town (a round trip
of nearly 20 miles a day) to attend the school there.
The residents of the village pleaded and begged but were told
that there would be no funding for a girl's school unless enough
pupils could be found to justify building it. There was a count-
up and it was found that we were one girl pupil short of the
council's strict target. They argued that it was only one person
but the council would not back down.
Finally the residents of our village decided that if they could
not persuade anyone to move here, then they would have to select
a boy to pretend to be a girl to get the numbers up and save half
the village children from a ten mile journey to school. Lots were
drawn and the long and short (straw) of it was that I was chosen
to be a girl.
Obviously I refused, threw tantrums, stamped my feet, broke
stuff, cried, screamed and generally acted up something terrible
but there was nothing I could do when the whole village was in
league to make me be a girl. I was told that if I refused then
everybody would hate me as the girls would all have a long trip
to school, parents would have to leave earlier to get them there
and get back to work and the boys would be annoyed that it would
be my fault that the girls were not being schooled in the same
area. I would have taken that risk but like I said, the whole
village was in league against me on this.
I found myself next year wearing a pleated navy blue skirt, a
white blouse with a lacy collar, pretty ankle socks, Mary Jane
shoes, pale blue cotton vest and panties with my longish hair
(which had been allowed to grow since the decision) tied in
plaits with pale blue ribbons. I hated what I was wearing and
hated that my name had been changed from Andrew to Jennifer. I
asked to be called Andrea so that people could still shorten it
to Andy but was refused. I was now called Jenny.
Luckily I didn't get teased as all the boys had been threatened
that if I was teased because of pretending to be a girl, I would
be sent to the boy's school and whoever teased me would take my
place as a girl. The girls were warned not to tease me as if life
was too horrible for me I would go back to being a boy and they
would have to travel miles to school after that.
I hoped that people would tease me so that I would be let out of
my predicament but the boys were polite to me and the girls all
treated me as their best friend, aware of how much I was going
through to make life easier for them.
Even though people were nice to me I was constantly aware that I
was a boy forced into skirts against my will. I was allowed to
dress as a boy at weekends but everyone still called me Jenny to
be on the safe side and I still ended up playing with the girls
who had befriended me at school.
Mum bought me a pink frilly party dress for one of the other
girl's birthdays after asking the girl's mother what sort of
dress code there was. I was so embarrassed, running around with
other young girls in my satin and lace frothy dress.
At school I found myself learning to skip, playing netball in a
short skirt, joining in doing handstands against the wall,
joining in talking about makeup and clothes. I soon found that I
could no longer relate to the boys I had known at junior school.
They had grown interested in sports and cars whereas all I knew
about was lipstick and soap operas.
I was treated more and more as a girl by everybody, eventually
ending up wearing skirts and dresses outside school as my female
wardrobe built up over time. It started off with some casual girl
clothes for school trips or wearing my girl's swimming costume
when swimming at the weekends and progressed until I found myself
wanting the new shade of lipstick or new type of shoes or new
pattern of skirt that all the girls I related to wanted. Along
with every other school kid I felt the need to conform in some
way with my peers. Unfortunately my peers were now other girls.
As I grew a few years older, my voice started to break and hair
started to grow on my upper lip. The village residents panicked
and I found myself on a strong course of female hormones, which I
was told would merely postpone puberty for me. I was assured that
as soon as I stopped taking them, my boy hormones would take over
and make me develop like the other boys I had previously been to
school with.
My voice stopped breaking and stayed high pitched. The hair on my
upper lips stopped and vanished. My legs never got hairy. I began
filling out at the hips and chest. I nearly cried with
embarrassment when my parents bought me my first training bra. I
was embarrassed and also somehow pleased that I had caught up
with all the other girls in my year at school.
I was relieved when the final exams drew near. I would take them
and be allowed to go back to being a boy in the sixth form. Or so
I thought. I did really well at my exams and applied to the sixth
form. My exam results were all in the name of Jennifer. I was
only able to continue my education as a girl.
I turned up first day of sixth form in my new uniform. I had
given in to being a girl and had been out shopping for new
uniform with several girlfriends (one of whom had become an
actual girlfriend). As I walked in the gate, my friends ran up to
greet me, praising me on the beautiful navy blue skirt I was
wearing which I had carefully raised the hem of, the shiny high
heeled shoes and sheer tights I wore and the pretty, frilly
blouse. They also liked the sexy satin bra and panties I had
chosen.
The next year I wanted to learn to drive. And - you guessed it -
as all my records were now in the name Jennifer, I had no choice
but to take the test as a girl and got issued my licence as a
girl. Which meant that anytime I wanted to drive it would have to
be as a girl.
Every single item of clothing I owned was girl's clothing, I had
bought no male clothing since I was twelve. I was now 17 and had
not worn trousers or boy clothes for years. I wanted to go to
university and realised that as my O and A levels were in the
name of Jennifer, I would have to take my degree as a girl and
after that take a job as a woman to be able to use my degree.
The years of female hormones had taken their toll. I now have 38C
breasts and my penis has not grown since I was twelve. It may
have even shrunk slightly. Put it this way, I have no real
trouble tucking it back and hiding it when I want to wear a tight
Lycra dress when I go out with my girlfriend.
I guess all that remains now is to have what little bit of boy I
have left removed. I'm saving up for it now and my girlfriend is
supporting me all the way. She has some special, extra tight
skirts and dresses for me for when it is gone. Shame I never had
a say in the matter though, I wonder what I would have been like
as a man.
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