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There were only two weeks left to summer. Usually I hated when summer
ended but not this year. I couldn't wait for it to end so I could regain
some semblance of normalcy by attending high school as a boy. Even if
mom made me dress in these clothes after school, I would have a lot of
time to be a guy again. School was my ticket back to some kind of a
regular my life after spending an entire summer wearing nothing but girl
things. I knew I would still have to deal with my brother and cousin
knowing the truth but at least this would be a new start.
The week after Jason left mom told me she wanted to take me out for the
day. She told me to wear one of my nicer skirts and a sleeveless blouse.
I asked her what we were doing but she wouldn't tell me. She told me it
was a surprise. As soon as I even heard that word my stomach started to
churn from nerves. I have come to dread my mother's surprises. However,
I got dressed in a nice taupe skirt with a multi-colored, sleeveless
top. Since it was warm I wore my beige wedgies without any hose. Mom was
dressed similarly. Mom grabbed her purse and a folder and off we went.
Our first stop was a nice restaurant for lunch. During lunch mom told me
how proud she was of my behavior.
"Danielle, you've done very well this summer. Your behavior is vastly
improved. You've learned to clean your room and take care of your
clothing properly. You've shown much more pride in your appearance,
which has made me very proud. And I must admit that you've developed
into a fairly good cook as well. So, you've made an enormous amount of
progress in such a short time."
I was elated. Mom was happy with me and here she was telling me all the
good things I accomplished. It was nice to hear that she was pleased and
I expected that she would now declare victory. Her strategy worked. I've
turned the corner and now it was time for my punishment to end. Boy, I
was about to learn just how wrong I was in assuming my punishment was
over.
"But I now have a dilemma. Do I take a chance and let you go to high
school as planned where you will be with your old troublemaker friends
or should we find ways to build on all your hard earned progress? Now I
know you won't like this but I decided you should not attend regional
high. I also decided that I do not want to force you to continue living
your life as a girl if you choose otherwise. But you do need to attend a
school that will continue to help you develop into a good citizen and a
contributor to our society. So, I'm giving you the choice between two
schools."
"Mom, are they all girls schools?"
"No. They're not. See, here's the paperwork for your first choice. It's
the Bridgeton Military Academy, which is certainly not a girl's school.
In fact, the school only accepts boys."
"A Military School? It says here that I would have to board full time.
That's not cool. And they wear some kind of military uniforms. I'm not
sure if I like that idea. They look kind of dorky."
"Well, before you keep complaining, you may want to look at your other
choice. It's Mount Saint Mary's."
"That's a girls school, mom. I thought you said they weren't girls'
schools. I don't want to go to either one. I want to go to regional."
"Regional is out of the question. And only one choice is a girl's only
school. Mount Saint Mary's has a wonderful reputation. And they have a
really good girl's soccer program too. You have to decide on either
Mount Saint Mary's or Bridgeton."
I guess I would pick Bridgeton if I had to." I answered a little
uncertainly since the Military Academy would be no picnic either.
Mom seemed disappointed but I should have known she would not lose the
debate so quickly and easily. "Okay, honey. Right after lunch we have to
go over and register and get you fitted for the cadet uniform. I made
appointments for today at both schools depending on your decision."
"Register today? And I have to get fitted for uniforms? We'll have to go
home first so I can change."
"Honey, there isn't enough time to for you to go home and change. Our
appointment is in less than one hour. And you look cute just as you are.
I'm sure no one would find fault with what you're wearing I mean who
would criticize a young lady wearing such a pretty skirt and blouse?"
"Mom, I may look fine to you but I can't go to the academy dressed like
a young lady today. The academy only accepts guys and guys don't wear
pretty skirt and blouses to register. Those guys over there don't fool
around either. Larry's brother went there and he said it was really
hard. They'll kill me if I show up like this."
"Well, unfortunately there isn't anything else I can do. Today is the
final day at both schools for registration so we have to go to your
choice right after lunch. So if your choice is Bridgeton's I'll have to
call Saint Mary's and cancel our appointment."
"Mom, wait. Don't call yet. You know I can't go to the Academy dressed
like this. You're forcing me to choose a girl's school."
"Honey, I'm not forcing you to do anything. You have the two choices
right in front of you so have to pick one now. I have to go to the
ladies room so you'll have a few minutes to decide. We need to get
moving as soon as I get back."
She left me sitting there looking at the two alternatives. One would
provide a cruel, quick end to my embarrassment. The cadets would kill me
for sure. The other choice would lead to many years of being trapped
further into this feminine web. I knew there was no way I could ever
show up at Bridgeton today wearing this outfit, with my hair femininely
styled and my face all made up. Not to mention the fact that my nails
were quite long and polished and my toenails were sporting a French
manicure. Mom knew I could never register today at Bridgeton. I was
trapped once again.
"So? What is your choice, Danielle?"
"I want to go to the academy but I can't go like this and you know it.
So, I have to go to Saint Mary's, mom. I can't believe you're going to
send me to a girl's high school. I'll never be able to get away with
it."
"Oh stop complaining. I'm not making you go anywhere. You decided but I
must say that I'm really happy with your decision, sweetheart. All I had
to do was to change your name and gender on the school record so you'll
be fine. I hoped that would choose Saint Mary's. I'll call Bridgeton and
cancel your appointment. I really think Mount Saint Mary's is the better
choice for you anyway. And of course you will fit in very well there
with all the girls just like you did in ballet class. Face it, Danielle.
You're really very feminine, so you'll fit it fine. And with your grades
you will definitely be accepted. Now, why don't you go to the bathroom
and freshen up before we leave. Our appointment with the admissions
office is for 2:00 pm. Okay, sweetie?"
"Yes, mommy." I answered realizing that the decision was final. I knew
then and there that I would be attending a girl's high school.
As I stood looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, I was in shock.
First, it was wearing girls clothing, then it was going shopping and
being forced to take ballet lessons and participate in a dance recital.
Then came my encounter with Jason. I had to endure the embarrassment of
my dad's visit and the constant harassment from my brother. And now, I
was faced with this latest twist of attending a girl's high school. How
did this happen? Could I have altered my fate? Could I still? I doubted
it. Mom was a very strong willed women and I was increasingly becoming
more and more compliant. I suspected the change in my vitamins had
something to do with my calmer demeanor.
The drive over to Mount Saint Mary's was really strange. I honestly
could not believe this was all about to happen. When we pulled into the
school's parking lot, I was practically frozen with fear as I opened the
door to exit. Mom gently brushed my hair away from my face and told me
to relax and just be myself.
What a laugh that was! Be myself? She had to be kidding. Here I was all
dressed up as a teenage girl preparing to register to attend an all
girls' high school. When we entered the admissions office, a woman
wearing some kind of nun's habit greeted us. After exchanging some
pleasantries with mom, she led us into an office. Mom sat down in a side
chair and the lady told me to sit down in front of the desk.
"Why don't you sit right here, dear."
I sat down demurely. I smoothed my skirt under me and femininely crossed
my legs at the ankles. My hands were neatly folded in my lap. Mom's
constant training over the past four months or so was very evident in
all my mannerisms. I was surprised at how extremely well coached in the
art of feminine behavior I was.
This was even more surprising since I found the entire process to be
extremely nerve racking.
"Danielle, I looked over your transcript and your grades have been very
good with just one little blip in seventh grade. I find lots of young
girls experience some minor growing pains at that age. Maturing from a
young girl into a fine young lady is a difficult transition for any
girl."
Oh great, I thought. She's going to start talking about my period next.
"Yes, madam."
She asked me a bunch of questions about school and my future and I
answered as best I could. I tried to respond to the questions like I
thought a girl would so I was never quite sure how to respond. After
about fifteen minutes of this, she closed my folder.
"Well, everything looks in order so welcome to Mount Saint Mary's,
Danielle. I'm sure you will be a fine student and a fine representative
of our outstanding school. We pride ourselves on turning out the best-
educated and well-mannered young ladies in the entire state. I'm sure
you will make us proud."
How could you be welcoming me to Mount Saint Mary's I thought? You think
this stupid skirt and blouse make me a girl. Well it doesn't. As I stood
up, I lifted up my skirt for all to see. Look, see this. See what I have
in my panties. Now you can see that I'm not a damn girl. I'm a boy. A
BOY. I may be wearing panties but you can see what's under my panties,
can't you? Now what do you have to say about that? Not too many girls
have a penis and balls in their panties, do they? So, do you still want
me to attend your dumb girl's school? I'm sure I'll be a big hit. I
could imagine the shock and embarrassment on my mom's face as she
seethed with anger over my outburst. But I didn't care. I just continued
to run around the office with my skirt held high above my waist shouting
over and over that I was a boy. Mom was so shocked she was speechless.
Meanwhile the nun was shouting at us to get out of her office.
"Danielle?"
"Danielle, say thank you to Sister Catherine, honey. Danielle, honey,
are you okay?"
I guess hearing my name awakened me from my little daydream. I did as
mom said and thanked the sister for accepting me into her school. I only
wished I had the courage to show them all that I was a boy. But all I
could muster was a weak thank you and a very limp handshake.
"Now there are a few other things for us to review. I've compiled some
material for you on some of the school's activities and programs. I'm
sure you will find a lot of things to interest a young lady."
"Oh, thank you." I said as I accepted the folder.
And here's a little paper on our dress code and uniform. All of our
students are required to wear the Mount Saint Mary uniform. Are you
familiar with our uniform, dear?"
Uniform? I never really thought about that. "Not entirely, madam, I know
the girls wear some type of uniform.
"Yes, of course. All of our girls are required to wear pleated skirts,
white blouses, either long sleeve or short, white knee high socks and
saddle shoes. The skirt length is not to be higher than three inches
above the knee. Some of our girls wear pantyhose in addition to the knee
socks, especially in the colder months. If you decide to do that, the
hose have to be nude. No other colors are allowed. There are also some
recommendations on personal grooming, things such as hairstyles, nail
lengths, make up and other things in here. But I am sure none of these
requirements will be of any concern for such a sweet girl. Oh, Mrs.
Exner, there's also a list of the stores that carry all of the uniforms
and the prices." Turning back to me, she continued. "Do you have any
questions, dear?"
Questions? Yeah, why the hell are you letting a boy attend your dumb
school? Telling me I'm a sweet girl. Can't you tell that I'm a boy? You
must be blind as a bat if you can't see this bat in my panties.
"No madam. I don't have any questions."
"Well then we'll see you in two weeks for the start of the school year,
dear. I'm sure you'll enjoy it here."
"Yes, madam. Thank you. I'm sure I will enjoy it here too." I lied.
"Congratulations, honey." Mom said, as she gave me a little hug.
Sister Catherine took us for a quick tour of the school making sure to
show me my homeroom. By the time we left I was still in a state of utter
disbelief. I had just enrolled in a girls' high school. I would be
spending the next four years impersonating a girl. And stealing a few
things from the store caused all of this. What a punishment!
It was now past four, so the uniform stores would be closed. "I guess we
can go tomorrow or Friday and get you all set up."
I forgot about the uniforms. But I guess they couldn't be any worse than
my ballerina stuff. Nothing could be that bad.
So that Friday, mom and I ended up at The Uniform Store. I felt that
familiar knot in my stomach as we walked into the store. Mom told the
clerk what we were looking for and she showed us the Saint Mary's
uniform. The skirt was kind of a gray, black and green plaid pattern
with pleats. The clerk suggested I try on in the dressing room to see
how it fit. I took it and tried it on one. It was really goofy looking
due to the skirt length. It was much longer than any of the skirts I
wore all summer. The sales lady must have noticed my reaction because
she immediately mentioned the length.
"Most of the girls have the skirt shortened. Trust me, it looks much
cuter after alterations. We can take it up to three inches above your
knee if you like."
"Yes, why don't you do that? How many skirts do most of the students
purchase?" Mom questioned.
As the sales lady marked the new hemline on my skirt, she answered mom's
questions. "Most of the girls purchase three for freshman year. Then
they add one or two in later years."
"And blouses?" Mom asked.
"Usually the girls buy more of those. Maybe three short sleeved and
three long sleeved. That way you don't have to do laundry every day or
two. I'd recommend buying at least a half dozen knee-highs too. And most
girls buy two pairs of the saddle shoes."
"That will be fine."
"I'll get your order all pulled together. Our seamstress can alter her
skirts right now. It only takes a few minutes to raise the hemline. And
you look like a medium in blouse size and about a size seven in shoes.
Is that right, honey?"
"Yes, madam. Size 7 should be fine." I answered.
"Okay. Give me about a half an hour to get everything ready. You can
look around at some of our accessories in the back if you'd like."
Thirty minutes later we left The Uniform Store with a few bags of
clothing. In addition to my uniforms, mom purchased a few pairs of white
panties and bras, a school sweater, and a few pairs of the recommended
pantyhose. Mom even made me buy a girl's book bag. Oh yeah, I almost
forgot one other thing that was on the list. I also had to buy stupid
girls gym uniform and white sneakers. The gym uniform was a one piece
with bloomers on the bottom and a button up top in a really pale shade
of blue. It was so queer. I couldn't even imagine myself wearing
something so silly looking.
As soon as we got home mom insisted that I go up stairs and try on my
uniform. I only tried in on piecemeal in the store and mom wanted to see
how cute I looked. As I was in my room changing I heard my brother come
home. Oh great I thought. Now I have to put up with him again too. By
now I was standing there in my white knee high socks and my panties and
bra. I slipped on my short sleeve school blouse and stepped into my
pleated skirt. The only thing remaining was to put on my saddle shoes. I
stood there totally dressed in my new Mount Saint Mary's schoolgirl
uniform in a state of utter humiliation and disbelief. I could hear my
mom calling me.
"Honey, are you almost ready?"
Taking a deep breath, I walked down stairs to face mom and Mikey wearing
my stupid uniform. I wasn't sure if mom told Mikey about this latest
situation but I could tell by his surprised look he wasn't aware of my
change in schools.
"Oh honey, that uniform looks precious on you. Turn around for mommy.
Oh, that's really too cute for words. How do your shoes feel? Do they
pinch?"
I felt like a total sissy turning around for my mother. She was treating
me more and more like her precious little girl and I responding. As I
turned back to face them both, Mikey blurted out, "What's all this? You
look like a catholic schoolgirl in that getup. Don't tell me you're
going to a girl's school now."
"Danielle decided that she wants to attend Mount Saint Mary's this
fall." Turning towards me, she turned the screw. "That was your
decision, wasn't it, honey?"
?Yes, but you"
"No buts. You had a choice of going to either an all boy school or an
all girl school and you choose Saint Mary's. That's all there is to it."
"Well, I kind of had a choice but not really."
"Danielle, you know very well you had a choice and you made it all by
yourself."
"This is too much. My brother is going to an all girl school. What a
hoot. And mom's right. You do look precious in your school girl
uniform."
"Oh shut up, you dumb ass." I shouted as I tried to slap him in his
face.
"Danielle. What do you think you're doing? Such language and trying to
hit your brother is very unbecoming behavior for a young lady. You
apologize to your brother right now or you will be going to regional
high dressed exactly as you are now. I'm sure your friends will just
love seeing you going to high school in your catholic schoolgirl
uniform. Or perhaps you'd want to wear your new girls' gym uniform
instead. Now apologize to your brother this instant, young lady."
I hated it when she called me young lady. That sounds even dumber than
calling me a girl. Young lady sounded so prissy and she called me that
in front of Mikey. And now I even had to apologize to my stupid brother
when he was the one that started it. I couldn't even face him so I
looking down at the floor as I mumbled a weak apology.
"I'm sorry for swearing at you and trying to hit you."
"No big deal. You looked just like a girl trying to smack me. I'm sure
it wouldn't have hurt." It was almost like he was the big brother now
and I was in the role of the younger sibling, a girl sibling at that.
And so the stage was set for the next step in my life. I could only
imagine what the next year would be like.
Mom and I had to take care of some loose strings before school started.
Mom had me (Danny) call a few of my old baseball buddies to tell them I
was going to be moving in with my dad and going to school there. That
way no one would suspect anything. I (Danielle) also had to call Karen
and tell her that I decided to stay with my mom and that I would be
attending Mount Saint Mary's. Karen was excited that we would be able to
continue our friendship even though she would be attending regional
high.
During the final few weeks of summer, mom continued to work with me on
my feminine actions, demeanor, traits and behaviors to ensure that my
transition to Mount Saint Mary's would be a smooth one. The final days
of summer raced by and as I fell asleep I realized tomorrow was the
first day of classes at Mount Saint Mary's.
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