My College Education
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---Disclaimer---
I wrote this story, partially as a semi-autobiography, partially as a
fictional tale. No one name in this story are in any way intended to be
real and any resemblance to anyone's real life is thoroughly
coincidental. This story does not contain any sexuality. It is a story
about a young man's voyage into the world of girl. If you don't like it,
feel free to let me know why, but please, no flames. It's immature. So
feel free to criticize...it's respectable. I will try to update this as
often as I can. If you are offended by stories of men turned into women,
two points. 1) Don't read it and 2) Why are you at fictionmania.tv then
in the first place? For the rest, enjoy.
---End of disclaimer---
"The Ultimate college education"
"Pro I Romeo, Buster 947, on 2, on 2... Let's go out with a bang, shall
we?"
I'll remember those words for the rest of my life. I was in my final
high school football game and I remember looking up to the stands after
Josh Anthony broke the huddle. We were not going to make the playoffs
this year and we weren't going to win this game. But the crowd didn't
care. They were standing on their feet for what they knew was to be the
last play of the season.
I had goosebumps as I lined up at my slot back position. I had the "9"
part of the 947, which was a fly route, straight up field as fast as I
could go. It's the single most fun route to run in football and I had
it.
I broke off the line clean and sprinted as fast as I could down field.
After I had run about 30 yards or so, I looked up and saw the football
spiraling into me. It was beautiful. I reached my hands out and snared
the football and realized that no one was near me. I tucked the ball in
and ran the final 15 yards for a touchdown and the completion of what
many say was the greatest career and EVERYONE said was the best season
of any wide receiver that had ever gone to my school. I finished the
season with 74 catches for over 1,200 yards receiving and with this
touchdown; I had 12 on the year. My career, well, simply put and not to
be too immodest, spoke for itself. 254 catches, 3,600 yards+ and 41 of
my catches were for touchdowns. But now it was all over.
We had lost this game 35-14 and finished the year at 5-4. No playoffs
and for me, probably no college football. Why, you ask, if I was such a
great receiver? Well, not too many big time NCAA programs want a
receiver that's only 5'1'' and weighs only 104 pounds. I knew it was
over. I had had my fun in high school and had had experiences that not
too many people can have. I looked out of the end zone and saw my
teammates coming towards me, smiling and celebrating. It was
strange...they were acting like we had just won the state title instead
of being pummeled. I looked up at the stands and I realized I was being
given a standing ovation. I felt tears spring to my eyes and was stunned
by the love I felt on that field. Even the other team's fans were
cheering me. It was a moment that will forever live on in my mind as the
greatest moment in my life.
After graduation, I did indeed head off to college, in the State of
Washington, so far from home. Not to play football, but to study
computer design and programming at Whitman College. I did try out for
the team, but was cut fairly early on. I wasn't distressed by this, as
it was not my driving force anymore. School was. For the first semester,
I was pretty homesick, but I balanced that off with the knowledge that I
was getting a quality education. Then it all changed.
I was at a party off campus, something I generally never did, even in
high school. School meant too much to me to throw it away by just
drinking and being stupid. But this party was being thrown by a
classmate of mine, who I knew to be like me...study-conscious. I figured
it would be more civilized. I was right. There were a lot of decent
people at the party. And one person who would change my life in a very
strange way.
I had seen her as I walked in. She was hard to miss. If you're 6'3''
it's hard to "blend in", when you're a female. I was introduced to her
by my classmate. I don't intimidate easy (that comes from being the size
of a 10-12 year old and playing high school football), but this woman
scared me a little. She was huge. I tried not to stammer, but I think I
did anyway. I learned her name was Janet and she had transferred here
from UCLA after the woman's basketball coach had tried for two years to
recruit her onto the team. Janet told me she hated basketball and that
she was at UCLA to learn, nothing more. Apparently the coach didn't take
no for an answer real well and resorted to harassing Janet, which
precipitated her transfer. After the initial getting-to-know-each-other-
stage, Janet and I hit it off pretty well. I had to admit, she was
attractive. At one point, she excused herself to use the restroom and my
classmate, Tyler, came over.
"She's something else, huh?" he asked me. I nodded, not knowing what to
say. He wasn't done speaking however. "If you want, I can talk to her
for you...about, you know, maybe..." He trailed off at that point, not
knowing if he should press any further.
I nodded, indicating to him he should indeed go further. He told me she
was in one of his classes and they were actually in a study group
together. He would ask her next time they met what she thought about
going out with me. I, at the time, was happy he would do this for me. I
mean, I had had girlfriends in high school, but I think that was mainly
because of my status on the football team. Looking back, I'm not sure
whether to thank him or kill him. Let me explain.
Three days later, the phone in my apartment rang (I didn't live in a
dorm. My parent's had saved for a long time for me to go to school and
they didn't want me to be "distracted" by the dorm life, they said, so
they rented me an apartment). I answered it and was surprised to hear
Janet's voice.
"Um, hi, is this Brian?" I heard on my phone.
"Yes... Is this Janet," I asked, rather stupidly. Of course it was
Janet.
What other female would call my apartment? She either didn't see how
dumb my question to her was, or chose to overlook it, because she didn't
say a word about it, she just said "yes," and we proceeded to talk for
about 2 hours. About nothing at first, then about our families and our
dreams and about everything else we could think of. We parted ways on
the telephone, with the promise of more talking tomorrow. It went on
that way for several weeks. Then I got news from home that would change
my life, forever.
Apparently, my mother and father were returning from a late afternoon
lunch when their car was sideswiped by another car. The damage wasn't
severe, but the roads were wet and my Dad lost control of his car. They
plunged off a highway bridge into the ravine below, where the car was
destroyed. Both Mom and Dad died instantly. I notified the school I
would be out for a while and was told to take as long as I needed to.
Then I called Janet and she was as upset as I was, I think. She offered
to come home with me, but I declined. Maybe it was a macho thing, who
knows. She told me to call her when I got to Pennsylvania and I promised
her I would.
I got home 12 hours later, after having just made the last flight from
Seattle to Philadelphia via a connection to Sea-Tac from the Walla Walla
airport. My cousin Brandy picked me up and we drove to my town. I was
glad she did. I was too mentally and physically exhausted to trust my
self to driving.
I wound up spending 10 days at home, grieving. I called Janet every day,
which made my life bearable. I missed my Mom and Dad, but I knew that I
had a friend at least, if not a soul mate, in Janet. I would get through
this. Brandy drove me back to Philadelphia and I contemplated what life
would be like without my parent's. I didn't worry about money... my
parent's had left me a sizable sum of money, plus the life insurance
policy named me as sole beneficiary, in the amount of $1,000,000. I just
knew it would be strange to be all the way across the country, alone.
But I wouldn't be alone, would I? I had Janet.
She met me at Sea-Tac Airport and we embraced as if we had not seen each
other for years, instead of the 10 days I was gone. We spoke of my
parents on the way back to Walla-Walla and it felt both good and sad.
Sad, because I obviously missed my parents, but good to get it all out.
We spent most of the 4 and a half hour ride, just enjoying each others
company.
A few days later, she came to my apartment for the first time. I was
surprised to see her here, but pleasantly. I invited her in and we wound
up sharing dinner and watching an old movie on TV. We even spoke a
little of how much I missed my parents and how I wasn't ready for them
to go yet. Janet consoled me and told me it would be okay. It was an
altogether pleasant evening. It would all change.
The next day, Janet called me and asked me if I wanted to share dinner
at her place. I agreed and drove my car out to her place on the
outskirts of Walla Walla. It was a 2 story Colonial type home and it
reminded me of my own house back home. I shut my car off and exited it,
heading up the front stair case. Janet met me at the door, wearing a
dress I thought was a bit too, how do I say this, motherly? It was like
something you see soccer-moms wearing to their kids' school play. Nice,
but... motherly.
"Hi there, Brian, welcome to my house. Come on in," she said to me.
Something wasn't right, but I wasn't sure what. My internal alarms were
flashing though. I followed her into the den and sat on the couch. She
went to the kitchen, returning with two glasses of Coca-Cola.
"So, Bri, I did some thinking about what you said yesterday, about you
not being ready for your parents to be away yet. I agree, 18 is too
young to lose your parents. So, I thought maybe I could help you out."
Now I was really confused and was unsure what to say. I just looked at
her with a perplexed look in my eyes and sipped at my drink. She smiled
warmly and again I was reminded of "Soccer-Mom". It was the same smile a
mother gave her child after he had said something especially cute or
funny.
"Well, Brian, the way I see it, we can both help each other. See, I know
you miss your Mom and I respect that. My problem is this. Your Mom was
lucky..."
She held up a finger, halting my forming protest at the word 'lucky'.
How lucky was she to have died in a horrible traffic accident?
"Lucky to have had a child in the first place," she went on. "I, on the
other hand, am unable to procreate. I will never know what it is like to
carry life inside of you. I envy your mother for that. But," she went
on, sensing my confusion and possibly explaining all this to me. "But,
you can help me see what it is like to raise a child. And I in return,
can be like a surrogate mother to you."
Now I was in a state of absolute and sheer confusion. What was she
talking about? She saw my look and smiled that sweet smile again. I took
another gulp of my Coke, feeling really thirsty for some reason.
"Look at it this way, you will get a 'mother' back, in the form of me
and I will get the chance to raise a 'child', in the form of you.
Understand now?"
I numbly nodded my head, unsure why I did so. I wanted nothing more than
to be Janet's friend, maybe even her boyfriend, not her 'child'. But
something deep down in me compelled me to say yes to her. She smiled at
me as I nodded.
"Good, now that that's settled, let's get it all set up. First, I need
your wallet and your car keys."
I handed them over, again unsure why. She put them in a clear plastic
baggie and then told me it was time for me to see my new 'room'. She
held out her hand and I took, it, my hand as small as a child's in her
hand. She led me up to the second floor and down the hall. She opened
the door into what was very obviously a little girl's bedroom. The
wallpaper was Winnie-the-Pooh and the carpet was pink. There was a
canopy bed against the wall and the bed sheets and covers were pink as
well. I felt as if I had walked into a princess' bedchamber. Janet led
me to the bed and I was too numb to protest as she began to undress me.
I did, however, hear her words.
"As you can tell, this is not a boys' room," she said as she removed my
shoes. "This is a room fit for a little girl. The little girl you are to
become."
By now, my shoes were off and well as my socks and she had lifted me off
the bed as effortlessly as a small child. Which, due to our size
differences, was not totally a stretch.
"From now on, you are my 8, almost 9, year old daughter Katie," she
informed me as she undid my jeans and slid them down. I was beginning to
worry a bit, but again, that sense of 'this-is-okay' washed over me. Did
I really want this to happen? I was down to my polo shirt and underwear
by now. Janet then slid my briefs down and I saw her eyes take in my
masculinity. It was a source of shame for me, my penis. It was only 2
inches long and was not very thick. It was the penis of a young boy. She
smiled and said that it was okay to have such a small yuck part. That's
what she called it, my yuck part. Then she told me to raise my hands and
she pulled my polo off. I was left standing in this little girl's dream
bedroom, absolutely naked. She then told me to sit back down on the bed,
which I did. She bundled all of my clothed up and put them in black
trash bag.
"You won't be needing these, Katie. Mommy has nicer clothes for her
special girl to wear."
She went to the dresser, which had an assortment of dolls lined up along
it, in front of the big mirror and pulled out a pair of what were
obviously girls' panties. She carried them over to me and handed them to
me.
"Put these on, Katie, or do you want Mommy to help you," she asked. Deep
down, some part of my manhood responded with, "I can do it by myself."
It sounded like a petulant child, even to my ears, which made me even
more humiliated. I slid the pink cotton panties on and was amazed at how
soft they were. Janet smiled and said they fit perfectly and pointed out
that my yuck part was completely flat. I looked down at my crotch and
saw what she meant. I saw that my tiny male genitals were completely
hidden and my crotch had been smoothed out by the panties. I realized my
crotch looked just like a little girl's.
Janet then said it was almost time for bed, so she pulled out a little
girl's nightgown. It was pink, had long sleeves and a pink bow at the
neck. Janet pulled it over my head and I put my arms through the
sleeves. She let it fall and it came down to about half way between my
knees and ankles. She then pulled my longish hair out of the neckline
and took the small elastic I had holding it into a ponytail out, letting
my long hair fall down. I was almost like an automaton at this point and
Janet tucked me into the girl's bed. She leaned over and kissed my
forehead.
"Nighty night, Katie, see ya in the morning," she whispered into my ear.
For some reason and in horror to my remaining masculinity, I said, "I
love you too, Mommy."
Why did I say that?
Janet picked up the garbage bag, turned and went to the door, shutting
the light off and closing the door. I heard what sounded like a deadbolt
being thrown and I knew I was trapped in here. I started to cry a bit as
I lay there, part of me disgusted with myself and a part of me liking
the attention and love that Janet was showing me. I tossed and turned in
the bed, finally falling asleep about an hour after Janet had left.
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