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My First Day at Understanding High School
By Jennifer Allison
"I want to welcome all of you to Understanding High
School." said Ms. Roth-Morton, my new school's principal.
"This is a new school in an old school building, but a
school set up for the needs of all its students."
Let me explain how Understanding High School came about and
the reason I am attending. First the school. The city I
live in has a population of around a half million. This
city is also one of the richest in the country, so the
school system gets all the money they ask for.
Understanding High School came about after the third
lawsuit brought by the parents of a student that was
hassled or harassed just because they were different. We
all know the types: The Nerds, geeks, undersize boys who
couldn't defend themselves. The gay students and the
students that everybody thinks are gay. Boys aren't the
only ones who have these problems, tomboys and the girls
who dress like a butch do, too.
So this high school was set up for these students so they
could go to school without worrying about a football
players beating them up cause they refused to do the team's
homework. A student caught hassling another student is
automatically sent back to their old school. They fixed
their first problem before school started. Understanding
High School would have no athletic program. Physical
Education yes, but no after school teams
As for me ? I have two problems that I know for sure
Understanding High will help me with. I stand 5 foot 3 and
weigh in at 120 dripping wet. I spent so much time locked
in my own locker the teacher working the room next to it
had the extra duty of checking to make sure I wasn't still
in there before he left for the day.
I also like wearing women's clothes. This problem has given
me so much trouble. A couple of times I almost wore a pair
of panties to school. These were the reasons I put on the
Understanding HS application. My parents knew about the
first problem but not the second. If my dad ever found out
I'm afraid of what he would do.
July 27th will always be a holiday for me. On that date Ms.
Thornton, a counselor at Understanding High, invited me to
attend the school.
"Dean, first things first. You have been selected to attend
Understanding High." she informed me. "Do you have any
questions before we go any further?"
"Was I selected for my size or my other problem?" I needed
to know.
"For both," Ms Thornton told me. "But either one would have
qualified you."
She explained more about Understanding High. "There will no
hassling or harassment like your last school. If a student
is caught they will be sent back to their old school. From
what we have heard from the schools, anybody sent back will
be considered gay whether they are or not."
"You won't have to worry about me going back." I said.
"That's not the only rule that will have you sent back to
your old school. We will not tolerate anything of a sexual
nature on school grounds. Kissing is allowed but that's far
as it will go. Off school grounds we cannot control." Ms.
Thornton told me.
"You still won't to worry about me on that part. I've never
even had a girlfriend." I said.
"Anything means heterosexual or homosexual in nature.
Around 40% of our students will be gay." she said with a
stern look in her eyes. "There will be no relationships
between students and teachers. The main reason behind this
is that the teachers also filled out a request like you
did. Some are gay, others like wearing women's clothes.
Most of them who like dressing will be teaching in any type
clothing they like."
"I understand." I said, then I asked, "What about my other
problem?"
"We're working on that. Some of the male students will
arrive dress as girls. Something will be worked out for
others like yourself whose parents don't know their
secret."
As Ms. Thornton finished saying this, she stood up and
offered me her hand. "I want to welcome you to
Understanding High. I have another student arriving in five
minutes."
"I have a question before I leave. How many others are like
me. The ones that their parents don't know about the need
to wear women's clothes?"
"Twenty-two."
I got up and left.
---
First day of school. Here I sit along with 200 students
listening to Ms. Roth-Morton in the school's cafeteria.
"Understanding was setup to help those kids who do not fit
in any place else. Each of us has our problems - teachers,
students and administrators alike." Said Ms Roth-Morton.
A voice in the back said in the back, "Administrators?"
"Administrators, and that includes me. I asked for this
job. When I stated my qualifications I was immediately
accepted. Would you like for me to tell you about my
special qualifications?"
There was a chorus of, "Yes!"
"I have the body of a woman except one piece of equipment
between my legs. I love the way I am. Most, if not all, of
your teachers have some of the same problems you are
having, that's why the threat of being fired was always on
their minds. As with you students, no sexual activity will
be allowed among the teachers, between teachers and
students or among the student body. This is important, I
want you all to remember this school is on a trail basis.
If you mess it up so the school board decides to close
Understanding, you will be putting the students in later
classes through the same hardships and problems we are
trying to eliminate.
"In closing, I want to say this. Follow the rules set forth
in the Understanding handbook and there won't be any
trouble. Then in twenty years, at your class reunion,
you'll be proud to be the first class of many graduating
from Understanding High School."
Ms. Thornton then took the stage. She announced, "I have no
speech prepared..." and the sound of clapping filled the
cafeteria. "I just have one announcement. Will the
following students report to room 26." She then read
twenty-two boys, my name was included on the list. "Also
will the following students report to room 19." Ten girl's
names were read off. "The rest report to your 3rd period
class. You are now dismissed."
Five minutes later there twenty-two boys standing outside
the locked door of room 26. From the maps we were all
given, room 26 was about three times larger than any other
classroom. A minute later Ms Thornton showed up.
As we gathered around, Ms. Thornton said. "During your
interviews last summer you were told we were working on
your problem of wanting to dress like a girl and go to
school, but were unable to due the fact your parents don't
know about this. I hope you all love the way we settled
your problem." she said as she unlocked and opened the door
to room 26.
The shock of seeing Ms. Roth-Norton's dick was nothing
compared to the shock the twenty-two of us had when we
looked inside room 26. We just stood there and stared. Our
brains couldn't comprehend what our eyes were seeing. Along
the wall across from the door stood vanity mirrors, the
type you would find in a teenage girl's bedroom for
applying make-up. Along another wall stood racks upon racks
of dresses, blouses, skirts and sweaters, too many to
count. There were also five chests of drawers.
"These are the clothes you can wear while you attend
Understanding High. If you want to dress up, you can come
early enough to get dressed be on time for your first
class. After your last class you can change back into the
clothes you wore to school. The chests of drawers will hold
your training bras, panties and the other undergarments
that a girl needs to wear."
Before another word could be said, a few of the boys
started to unzip their pants.
"Hold your horses."
"Yes ma'am." the boys replied.
"There are twenty-two racks. Each one has a name on it,
those clothes were set aside for that person. You have two
drawers set aside for your own undergarments."
As Ms. Thornton was telling us this, we all lined up like
the drivers in a motorcross, just waiting for the gun to go
off.
"You may begin."
Most of the boys ran to the clothes rack. Me, I headed for
my undergarments. I wanted the feel of panties around my
dick and I wanted it now. Within a minute there were
twenty-two naked teenage boys laughing and giggling like
twenty-two teenage girls.
I paused to enjoy the feeling being caused by my bra and
panties. This also gave me time to watch the other girls, I
should call us girls now, as we tried to decide what to
wear for the first day of school.
"Come on girls, make up your minds. We don't have all day."
Said Ms. Thornton. "Pick something nice to wear. Tomorrow
you can match everything up perfectly."
When the crowd subsided around the dress racks, I went over
to pick out my dress for the day. It only took me moments
to decide which one. It was an exact copy of a dress I have
seen my mom wear. I have had many daydreams about wearing
this certain dress. I was one of the first to sit down at
the vanity tables, still in just my bra and panties. I
didn't want to get any make-up on that beautiful, wonderful
dress.
"Dean, wait until the others are sitting down." Ms.
Thornton told me. "Then I will only explain only once on
how apply your make-up."
I had to make a decision. So finally put on the dress I had
dreamed of wearing. It wasn't as much as people would
think, just something a highschooler could wear. Not
wanting to put a run in my first pair of panty hose, I
chose to wear knee high socks that matched the dress and a
pair of Mary Jane's. By the time I finished tying my
shoelaces, everyone else was dressed.
"First, I want each of you to take a hair brush. Then use
it to make your hairstyle more feminine." Ms. Thornton
walked down the line of girls, helping those who couldn't
get their right. "Since there isn't much time before the
bell, I will show you how apply your lipstick and rogue.
Tomorrow, during PE, your instructor and I will go into
more detail about make-up and other things a girl needs to
know."
I went with a conservative look concerning my lipstick and
rogue. Then the bell rang.
"Remember, tomorrow when you are scheduled for PE, report
here to room 26 instead." Ms Thornton told us as we were
leaving. "Also don't forget your purses."
---
There were no stares or rude comments directed at me as I
walked to my next class. The students of Understanding High
accepted a person for what they were inside, not the
outside. My next class was history, followed by economics;
they were in the same classroom but had different teachers.
As I entered the room, one of the other students waved me
over to take a chair next to her. She wasn't one of the
twenty-two.
"Hi Dean." she said as I sat down.
I knew the voice from somewhere but couldn't place it.
"I bet you don't recognize me underneath my feminine grab."
she said.
Finally the 2x4 came crashing down. "Sam, is that you?" Sam
Crawford is my best and only friend from my old high
school.
"When I am dressed like this I prefer Sabrina."
"Why didn't you tell me about your dressing?" I asked.
"The Rules. When my parents caught me all dolled up, they
set up some ground rules. I could dress up as much I like
as long as I didn't tell anyone." she informed me.
"How are they about you attending to Understanding?" I
asked.
"I didn't even have to sign up, my parents did it for me. I
was one of the first students registered. Your parents
don't about your need to dress up, do they?" she asked.
"No, they don't." I replied.
We had to stop talking. The History instructor came into
the room.
"Students, please take a seat. Anywhere you would like. I
don't arrange seat assignments." He informed us. "My name
is Mr. Foster, I will be your history teacher." He stood in
front of his desk. "I want to tell all of you why I am
teaching here at Understanding. I am gay; I didn't come out
of the closet until after I was accepted to teach here at
Understanding, so I will do nothing that will jeopardize my
job here."
This happened with all of my classes. Each instructor told
us their reason for being a teacher at Understanding.
Sabrina and I had only history together, but we usually got
together at lunch. We sat with a few other students that we
met in our other classes.
"Dean - Oh I forgot to ask your femme name." Sabrina said
to me.
"Is it that important?" I asked.
"It is. You're dressed like a girl; you should use a girl's
name. Dean just won't do."
"I've always liked Jennifer." I told her.
She then introduced me to the others at the table as
Jennifer.
"Hi, my name's Brock. You're one of the twenty-two boys who
haven't told their parents they like to dress in girls
clothes, aren't you?" Brock was dress as a boy but she was
obliviously a girl underneath. "Don't worry, I have the
same problem. I haven't told my parents that I'm a butch,
so I have dress like a girl before I leave the house. When
I get to school I change into these wonderful clothes."
After lunch I found out that the students weren't the only
ones who had to hide their secrets from their family. My
English Lit. teacher Ms. Jamison explain her problem to us.
"I am a closet crossdresser. If my wife every found out
about my problem, she would be just a streak on her way to
see a divorce lawyer. So like some of you students, I will
change here at school." she said.
So that's how Understanding High School came about. A
school where students, teachers and administrators could be
what they are or want to be without having to worry that
others would hurt them. A place where teachers teach and
students learn in a healthy environment.
It was one sorry sight in room 26 after the last class, as
the twenty-two of us removed our feminine finery. The only
thought that stopped me from bawling was that tomorrow I
could again become Jennifer. By sheer luck Mr. Jamison, my
English Lit teacher, lived only about four blocks from my
house. Since we both needed to come in early and leave late
we decided to carpool, but since there was no way I was
going to be sent back to my old school and Mr. Jamison
didn't want to get fired, that was all of it.
---
As I walked through the kitchen door. My mom asked, "How
was school today, dear?"
"Great! For once I won't mind going to school." I replied.
"You had better go wash off your face before your dad gets
home." she told me.
"Why?" I asked.
"You didn't get all of your lipstick off." pointing to her
lip as she said this.
"MOM!!!!!" I almost screamed.
"Don't worry, I know all about room 26." she informed me.
"Why do you think that all of your clothes fit so well?
Then there's your favorite dress of mine. How do you think
it came to hang on your rack? I'll lay you 10 to 1 that was
the dress your wore today."
"Yes it was. How do you know about all of this?" I had to
know. "Does dad know?"
"No he doesn't, and that is the way I want it." she told
me. "I've known for years about your crossdressing. You
weren't as careful as you thought you were. I found my
clothes out of place or with unsightly bulges where there
weren't supposed to be bulges."
"Why didn't you say anything?" I asked.
"I just figured you'd work out of your system. When the
school district set up Understanding, I knew it was the
perfect high school for you. Remember last June when your
father got so mad at me for going over my budget? I wasn't
buying clothes for me, but for you. I knew you would be
accepted at Understanding last May."
Kissing her on the cheek. I said, "Thank you." and went off
to wash my face.
As I walked away she said. "Dean? You'll still have to use
room 26. We don't your father to find out about my
daughter, do we?"
"We certainly don't." I answered.
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