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Data Entry Error By Elisabeth Kensington Chapter 1 Courtney Taylor balled up his sweater and wedged it between the seat back and bus window. The vibrations of the bus no longer jostling his brain, he let his thoughts drift in hopes that his mind would relax enough to let him sleep. It was a long ride and good sleep would make it pass that much quicker. He thought about how all this came to be. The scholarship notice he found in the guidance office was specifically for aspiring actors seeking to attend Wilfred Academy, a very well respected prep school. If you were needy, talented, and had good test scores there was a chance of a full scholarship to Wilfred. And Courtney won it. He was going to Wilfred. He was a dirt poor foster child. He had fallen in with the local university's drama group and had played the child role in several of their productions. Much to his chagrin, these were all female roles. He didn't care since he loved to act. He thought of it as like in Shakespeare's time when only men could act, so some had to play the female roles. Courtney had also aced his entrance exams; no doubt the loveless nature of his relationship with his foster parents and having no real friends at school had left him with ample time to study. But none of that mattered now, for now he was going to start the rest of his life. In two days he would be starting his freshman year at Wilfred and, having skipped a grade, he had just turned 13 -- officially a teenager! Courtney woke with a start at the sound of the bus's air brakes being set. He looked out the window -- it was his stop! He quickly gathered his things and ran to the front of the bus, bounding down the stairs. He grabbed his duffel bag from the luggage that had been unloaded and scanned the terminal for Dean Wilcox. "Excuse me, are you Courtney?" Startled, Courtney spun around to face who must be Dean Wilcox. "Yes, yes I am. Are you Dean Wilcox?" "I am indeed; pleased to meet you, Courtney." Dean Wilcox answered, holding out his hand. Courtney shook it, "Pleased to meet you sir, and thanks for being my legal guardian." "Not a problem. Mrs. Wilcox and I were shocked when we learned your foster parents withdrew when they found out the support payments would only be coming during the summer months after you started at Wilfred. We just had to do something. How was the bus ride?" "Long, but I slept for part of the way." "Good; you have a busy day ahead of you. We need to get you settled in your room and over to registration before five, so let's hurry. May I help you with your bag?" Courtney was puzzled, but gave it to him. After a short ride to the campus, Dean Wilcox pulled up to Morgan Hall. This would be Courtney's home for the next nine months. "Let's meet your suitemates, shall we?" "I can't wait," replied Courtney. As they approached the door labeled "6" Courtney could hear the unmistakable sound of girl's laughter from inside the room. He figured it was just his senior roommates hanging out with their girlfriends. At Wilfred, the freshmen were paired with seniors -- two freshman and two seniors to a suite. It was a big brother and little brother thing. Dean Wilcox knocked and a girl who looked to be a senior answered. "Oh, hi Dean Wilcox; I see you brought my little sister." "Courtney Taylor, this is Jessica Morgan. She'll be your big sister for this year. Jessica, I'll leave you to introduce Courtney to your suitemates and help her with whatever she needs. I best be going; it's a busy day. Courtney, we'll chat soon." Dean Wilcox held out his hand, Courtney shook it, and the dean was off before Courtney could even think how to say that he wasn't a girl and that he couldn't live in the girl's dorm. "Courtney, come in and I'll make the introductions. Jill, Tammy, this is Courtney. Courtney, Tammy is my best friend and Jill is a freshman girl like you." "Hi. It's nice to meet you," stammered Courtney. "But I'm afraid there's been a mistake. I'm, ah, I'm not a girl; I'm actually a boy." The three girls stared at Courtney in disbelief and then Jessica burst out laughing, "Ha, ha -- you drama people, very funny." Jill and Tammy started laughing too. "No, really I am." The girls stopped laughing. "You're not serious, are you?" asked Tammy. "I am. Oh God, everything was going so well and now it's all screwed up. How did this happen? What is Dean Wilcox going to say?" sobbed Courtney, suddenly realizing that his scholarship might be in jeopardy. He sank into a nearby chair and started crying really hard. His way out of his miserable life had suddenly blown up in his face. The three girls ran over to him. Jessica gave him a big hug. "Don't worry," she said. "We'll figure a way around this." "You can help?" sniffed Courtney. "Of course we can." Courtney calmed down and looked expectantly at Jessica. "First, we believe you. But just to be sure we need proof. Do you need to pee?" asked Jessica. "You're not going to watch me go to the bathroom, are you?" Courtney asked nervously. "Of course not; just go into the bathroom and do your business. We'll know." Courtney went into the en suite bathroom, lifted the toilet seat, unzipped his fly, pulled out his penis and let out a long stream of urine. He hadn't gone since before he got on the bus, so he did really need to go. He was glad the girls didn't want to watch him. Courtney hadn't reached puberty yet and having to show his small, hairless dick would have been really embarrassing. Finally done, he tucked things away, zipped up and washed his hands. He opened the door and was greeted by Jessica, Tammy and Jill -- all standing stock still and staring at him with dropped jaws. "Unbelievable," uttered Jessica. "So, now do you believe me?" "Yeah, we do." "I'm curious, what exactly did you hear in there that gave away the fact that I am a boy?" "Let's see, how about the toilet seat banging against the porcelain followed by what sounded like Niagara Falls. Oh, and the biggest clue of all, absence of the sound of the toilet seat being put back down because," Jessica looked into the bathroom for effect, "it's still up!" "Oh, sorry," Courtney uttered as he put the seat down. "I can see how you got this far. With your hair and face, the only thing that casts any doubt on you being a girl is your clothes, but lots of girls dress like boys now. How did this happen anyway?" "What do you mean, my hair and face?" asked Courtney. "Well, how many guys have long, curly blond hair and dimpled cheeks?" "My hair is long because my foster parents didn't give me enough money. I decided I could go without haircuts. As for my cheeks, I don't know why I have dimples. As for how this happened, I don't know," Courtney said dejectedly. "You have a serious problem." "No kidding." "No, I mean really serious. A couple of years ago a student used somebody else to take his entrance exams. It was a huge scandal when he got caught halfway through his freshman year. Since then, the school has been really strict regarding the slightest irregularity. You won't be admitted." This started Courtney crying again. "Oh God no, then I'll have to go to public high school, then Dean Wilcox wont be my legal guardian, and then I'll have to go back into a foster home." Jessica came over and hugged Courtney, "Don't cry, we'll think of something. Tammy, go find Kate at the registration desk and have her figure out what is going on. Be discreet." --- "Oh my God, you're not going to believe this," Tammy gushed as she entered the room. "Courtney, your high school record has you as a girl, your entrance exam is marked female, and all of your letters of recommendation refer to you as a girl. How could this happen?" Courtney stared at her, stunned. "The summer before I entered junior high the school district computerized all the records. Do you think this could just be a data entry error?" "Oh, with a name like Courtney, most definitely," nodded Tammy. "But what about the letters of recommendation and your entrance exam?" "Well, if my records had me as a girl, I guess my teachers assumed I was a girl. And this explains why the university drama coach didn't hesitate to have me play girl roles." "But what about your exam?" Jessica interjected. "I have no idea," answered Courtney. "Unless, perhaps since I took it during the time we were rehearsing a play I just spaced out and checked the female box. Oh God, what was I thinking?" "Actually, it's a good thing you did," said Tammy. "She's right," continued Jessica. "Since everything else has you as a girl, you never would have been accepted if your exam was marked male." "This is going to be a bitch to fix," said Tammy. "We'll have to get your original school records and then get statements from each of the people who wrote a recommendation. As for your story about your exam, let's hope the school buys it." "Do you think we can do all that?" Courtney was at last sounding hopeful. "Oh, we'll get it done. The problem is that it's going to take a while," said Jessica. "What am I going to do in the mean time? Classes start Monday and I have no place to stay tonight. I just can't go over to the boy's dorm and say, 'Hey, I'm actually registered as a girl, so they put me in the girl's dorm. Can I, like, crash here until this gets fixed?'" "Good point," said Jessica. "Well, don't freak when you hear this, but I think you should just pretend to be a girl until this gets straightened out." "I can't do that. Even if no one figured it out, I couldn't just stand up in class one day and say, 'Hey, everybody, I've actually been pretending to be a girl because of a data entry error. So, from now on just think of me as a guy'." "You wouldn't have to. We can probably fix this by the end of the week. Lots of kids change their schedules during the first week. Once we get your records straightened out just change your whole schedule and no one will be the wiser." Courtney stared at the floor. After a while he looked up at Jessica, Tammy, and Jill. His eyes darted between the three of them. "I'll do it. I don't see any other way around this. I'll just treat it like one of the girl characters I played. But you guys have to promise me not to tell anyone." "We won't. We promise; right guys?" Tammy and Jill nodded. "Do you really think I can pull it off?" "Trust me, you can. But to be sure I think we should make a few wardrobe and styling changes." "I think I know where this is going. Okay, but nothing drastic. Remember, I have to be a boy in a week." Jessica glanced at her watch, "Oh my God, registration closes in a little over an hour. We have to move fast. Tammy, remember how you needed a little help freshman year?" "They're in storage. I'll be back in a sec," Tammy said as she got up and headed for the door. "Jill and Courtney, stand back-to-back. Good, almost exactly the same height, and you two look about the same weight. Jill can you put an outfit together? Maybe a skirt would be best." "Not a problem," answered Jill. "A skirt?! Why can't I just wear pants?" shouted Courtney. "I don't want any inappropriate appendages to show, if you know what I mean." "Ah, okay." "Good. Now take off all your clothes, except your underwear." "Uh, you mean, like right here, in front of you?" "Oh come on, I have a younger brother, you know." Courtney reluctantly undressed. "Hmm, you're lucky. No body hair, and not too bony. I think this will work. Go take a shower and wash and condition your hair. Use my shampoo and conditioner; it's on the edge of tub." --- Courtney was drying off when he heard a knock at the bathroom at door. "Courtney, put on the stuff on top of the hamper. The padded one goes on last," Jessica called out. Courtney looked over at the hamper and saw some white panties and a girdle like thing. He thought briefly of just wearing his underpants, but realized they would be too bulky under the girdle thing. He picked up the panties and step into them, first one foot and then the other. He pulled them up his legs until the nestled snuggly around his hips and crotch. He had to tuck himself back to get everything to fit. The girdle thing was really just a large pair of panties with padding at the hips and butt. He pulled it on. The padding gave him a decidedly female shape and hid his penis. They came up high and pulled his waist in. He had a moment of doubt. It was one thing to play a girl for a few minutes at a time on stage, far from the audience. It was altogether a different prospect to pretend to be a girl 24/7, up close to other people, going to class and knowing that if he was caught his hopes of doing anything with his life would go out the window. He opened the door and walked into the common room. "Wow, that helps," said Tammy. "Yea, this is going to work, but we need to do something about your top," said Jessica. "Jill?" Jill smirked and pulled a bra off the stack of clothing she had assembled. "Here you go!" "Courtney," Jessica said smiling. "I now present you with your first bra." Courtney took it. He hesitated a moment and then slid his arms through the straps and reached behind his back to do up the clasps. It was a little awkward, but with a little fiddling he got the clasps hooked together. When he played a girl on stage he played a young girl. This was a new sensation. That band was snug around his chest. Not uncomfortable, but definitely there. The straps rested lightly on his shoulders. "Interesting," said Jessica, giving Courtney an odd look. "Here, these will fill out the cups," said Tammy, holding out two silicone breasts. "I'll show you how to put them in." After Tammy slipped in the breast forms, Courtney looked over into a full length mirror. His shoulder length hair, now released from the rubber band he had always used to hold it back against his neck, brushing against his softly curved shoulders with the two the bra straps. His breasts, nestled in the plain, white bra, rose and fell as he breathed. His waist flared out to curved hips and a nearly flat crotch. His smooth, long legs followed. He had never thought of himself as feminine, but now it seemed so obvious. He shook his head; it must be the padding. "Why don't you put on the rest of your outfit?" said Jessica. "Start with the slip." Courtney picked up the slip and stepped into it; he pulled the elastic band up over his hips until it rested snugly around his waist. "Next comes the skirt. It'll be easier to put it on over your head. The button and zipper go in the back." Putting his arms through the waistband of the multicolored peasant skirt, Courtney wriggled to get it past his shoulders and breasts. Once in place, he reached back to zip it up, then buttoned it. Lastly, he pulled the scoop-necked, short-sleeve top on. The fabric bunched up around his breasts. He had to pull it over them and down around his waist. The top was snug on him and the ribbed fabric felt odd compared to the heavy, baggy tee-shirts he usually wore. "What size shoes do you wear?" asked Jill. "Size five." "Let's see. That would be about a women's size six and a half. I'm a six, so these may be a little snug," she said, holding out a pair of white, strapped sandals with a low heel. Courtney sat down and slipped his feet into the sandals. Something about this action, with the skirt swirling around his legs, the inside of his arm pressing against his breast, and his hair brushing his shoulders, gave him the oddest feeling. It was at the same time totally foreign and very comforting at the same time. Courtney stood up and faced the others. "Well, do you think I'll pass?" They all nodded. "Definitely," said Jessica. "Okay, while your hair is still damp, let's do something with that mop," declared Tammy. After draping a towel around Courtney's shoulders and combing out his hair she scrutinized what she had to work with. She re-parted his hair, in the middle, and stood back again. "It's shorter in the front than the back, which you'd expect with a grown out boy's cut. I'm going to give you some layered bangs and then even out the rest." "Bangs?!" cried Courtney. "Remember, I need to be a boy again in a week." "Oh, don't worry. Your hair will have to be a lot shorter than the length of bangs I'm going to give you to fit in around here." Tammy then sectioned off the hair in front and snipped off the ragged ends, strips of blond hair falling to his lap as she did. Tammy then trimmed a little off the remaining hair, leaving it even all the way around and just a little past his shoulders. She carefully removed the towel and blew off any remaining hair with the hair dryer. After ten minutes with a hair dryer she said, "Take a look!" Courtney again turned towards the mirror. His mouth dropped open in shock. While not exactly hot, he looked like any other cute freshman girl. It was amazing what a little trim and some blow drying could do. He wondered what he'd look like with make-up on. "No time for make-up or to do your nails, let's go," said Tammy. Chapter Two Before Courtney could think, he was standing outside in the hallway with Jessica, their door swinging shut with a loud click. She took off down the hall with long, fast strides. Courtney followed as best he could, the heels of his sandals making a loud clacking sound on the floor. Being so late, the line at the registration desk was fairly short and in a few minutes the two roommates were standing in front of a pretty redhead. "Kate, it's so good to see you." "Jess, how are you?" "Great. You look awesome. How was your summer?" "Let's not talk about it. Keith broke up with me." "He didn't! He is such a jerk." "No biggy, I'm over him now." Kate turned toward Courtney and said, "Hi, I'm Kate." "I'm sorry," apologized Jessica. "Kate, this is my roommate Courtney." "Oh, Courtney!" Kate said a little dramatically. "It's great to meet you. I'll get your registration packet." Kate got an envelope from a large box in the middle of the table and brought it back to Courtney and Jessica. "I'll just go over a few things and then you'll be on your way. This book contains everything you need to know about the school, including rules and regulations. Be sure to read those. Here is a map of the campus, and here is the list of the classes you registered for this summer. You have one week to make any changes. And here is something just for us girls." Kate looked up and smiled at Courtney, and then she winked at him. "This details Wilfred's sexual harassment policy. This explains what your privacy rights are regarding health care. Well that's everything. Welcome to Wilfred, Courtney. I'm sure you'll fit in with the other girls just fine." Kate smiled again just to let Courtney know she was just kidding him. He was mortified. Jessica could hardly keep from laughing. "Let's get back to the dorm room before I pee my panties." "Good idea," said Courtney. --- Back in the dorm room, Courtney found Jill and Tammy half undressed. Jill was painting her toe nails and Tammy had a mirror out on her desk and was putting on eye shadow. "Oh, sorry, I'll come back later," Courtney said and started to leave. "Don't be silly," said Tammy. "We're all girls here." Jill snickered. "Okay guys, we have to cut this out," stated Jessica. "If this is going to work nobody can even hint that Courtney is not a girl. And Courtney, you are going to do everything we girls do. That means sitting around in your underwear doing your nails, hanging together in the cafeteria to swap gossip, and sitting down to pee -- you name it, everything. From now on you are a girl. Repeat after me, I am a girl, I am a girl, I am a girl." "I am a girl, I am a girl, I am a girl," intoned Courtney. "Good. Now, let's get ready for the barbeque." Courtney went and sat in a big chair by the window and started to open the envelope with all his registration materials. "What are you doing?" Jessica asked, rhetorically. "I'd thought I'd read through this stuff while you guys got ready." "And you think you're ready?" "Well, I think so," he said, looking down at what he was wearing. "Ha, ha; not by a long shot. Tammy?" "With pleasure," replied Tammy. "Let me see your hands," she continued as she hopped onto the Ottoman in front of the chair Courtney had just sat down in. He held his hands out nervously. "Girl, you have got to take better care of your nails." "What's wrong with them?" asked Courtney. "Ah, like your cuticles are growing half way up your nails, which look like they haven't been filed in a month." "I don't file them, I clip them. I, ah, lost my nail clippers a few weeks ago." "Not a problem; you wont need one. You have to use a file if you want to have nice nails. I'll start by pushing back your cuticles, and then we'll file your nails. I'm glad they're not too short. Now be patient while I do this; no fidgeting. Pay attention because next time you'll have to do this yourself. If you're good I'll even let you pick the color." Courtney didn't have the heart to tell the very enthusiastic Tammy that the manicure she was giving him would probably last the week he needed to be a girl. In fact, he thought the girls were starting to go a little overboard. He already looked distressingly like a freshman girl as it was. But, he didn't want to spoil the fun his roommates were having dressing him up, so he kept quiet. Soon he had ten fingernails and ten toenails all painted a glittery robin's egg blue. He held his fingers spread out so that nothing would touch his nails as they dried. Likewise his toes were spread by balls of cotton. Tammy concentrated as she lightly coated Courtney's eyelid with eye shadow. She imagined all the cool things she could do with his face. It was perfect, she thought; too bad it was wasted on a guy. She couldn't believe he was putting up with all this. But then, who'd want to go back to a foster home? The eye lids done, Tammy spread some lip gloss with the tip of her pinky finger across Courtney's full, red lips. "Every guy's going to want to kiss your luscious lips, girlfriend." "What?!" Courtney snapped out of the trance he was in. "What have you done to me? I don't want to be kissed by some guy!" "Oh, take it easy. I was just kidding. Take a look and you'll see; I just put the bare minimum on. You're only 13, after all." Courtney rose and went into the bathroom to see what he looked like in the mirror. When he saw his reflection his hands flew to his face. Seeing it looking way too pretty for a boy and surrounded by his painted fingernails made him gasp. "I look just like a girl!" "That's the idea," said Tammy, who was now standing behind him. "I don't think there's any risk of our plan failing." "I guess that's a good thing. I'm still shocked. I had no idea I was so, so ..." "Pretty?" "Yes, no, I mean -- oh never mind!" Courtney stomped is foot and turned to leave the bathroom. "I'm ready," Jessica called from inside the bedroom. "And so is Jill." They emerged as Courtney and Tammy were turning around. "You guys look great!" Courtney exclaimed. "We are definitely going to be one hot foursome tonight," said Tammy. "Let's go, I'm starving." --- Courtney woke the next morning and as the memories from the previous night flooded back into his consciousness he smiled. He had had the best time of his life, bar none. He'd met a ton of other kids. Usually, girls ignored him and guys picked on him. Last night he was gabbing with a half dozen other girls like they were old friends. It seemed if you were friends with Jessica and Tammy you were immediately accepted. Todd, Tammy's boyfriend, found them shortly after they arrived and brought an entourage of guys with him. Courtney was petrified when Todd's little brother Rick tried to start up a conversation. Courtney was sure Rick would figure out that he was really a guy and beat the crap out of him. But soon Courtney realized Rick was really nervous. Courtney had Rick go get him a soda so that Rick could calm down a little. When he got back Courtney brushed his nails lightly along Rick's hand as he took the cup from him, just to see what would happen. "They, they didn't have any, ah, Diet, ah Coke; is Pepsi okay?" he stuttered. "It's fine," Courtney said, with a genuine smile. Poor Rick couldn't speak for a few minutes. "Up and at 'em," shouted Jessica as she burst through the door. She was still wearing the gym shorts, tee shirt, and obviously no bra that she had gone to bed in. Courtney looked down at the frilly, floor length nightgown he was wearing. It was to make sure everything stayed hidden, he was told. "And what do we need to get going for?" asked Courtney. "Shopping, silly." "Shopping for what?" "Your going to need your own underwear and at lest two changes of the school uniform; and a gym suit. Oh shit! Tammy, we forgot about gym!" Tammy rushed into the bedroom. "Gym! Shit, you're right. What are we going to do?" "She can't go. She'll have to shower in front of all the other girls. That definitely won't work." Courtney raised an eyebrow when he heard himself referred to as she. "I'll have to be excused for medical reasons; it's the only way." "That's going to be tough; the school's very strict about gym," said Jessica. "The only way out of gym is to be on a sports team." "That would work!" exclaimed Tammy. "Because the practices are after classes, most of the girls just go back to their dorm room to shower." "You're right!" said Jessica, excitedly. "How about away games?" asked Courtney. "This isn't exactly collegiate level sports," said Tammy. Usually, there isn't enough locker space for both teams so showering happens after the bus ride home. "Good, that's settled, and one less thing to buy," commented Jessica. "Speaking of buying, I hardly have enough money for a single boy's uniform. I'd planned on doing laundry frequently. I wasn't planning on buying a couple of girl's uniforms as well, not to mention enough panties and bras to last a week." "Save your money," said Jessica. "My parents are loaded. My mother will be happy; she complains about my wardrobe all the time. She'll think everything is for me, so don't worry." "That's really kind, but I couldn't do that. I'd feel really bad that your parents had to pay for my mistake." "Put it this way, did you notice that the name of our dorm building and my last name are the same?" "No way," exclaimed Courtney. "Really?" "Yep, we're really loaded. But my dad got his money the old fashioned way: he inherited it." That got everyone laughing. "Okay, it's getting late," continued Jessica. "Let's get dressed and down to breakfast before it closes. And then we're going shopping!" --- Courtney glanced down at his front. They were walking at a fast clip across the mall parking lot and Courtney was sure his breasts had worked themselves up enough to show above the low cut top Jill had picked out for him. But everything was where it should be. He tugged the hem of his short, denim skirt down, but his padded hips wouldn't let it budge. However, the purse that hung from his shoulder slid down his arm. As he was dealing with that, he didn't see the manhole cover and caught his 2 inch sandal heel on the edge. He tripped and was headed for a face plant when Tammy caught him. "Easy girl; quit fussing so much, and take smaller steps!" Courtney looked around as they headed through the mall on their way to their first stop. Being a Sunday, the mall was packed. Most of the people he passed didn't even glance at him. A few girls looked at him almost analytically, but gave no indication they thought he was boy. A few of the boys they passed definitely thought he was a girl. They were so obviously trying not to look at him they might have just gone ahead and stared; it would have been less conspicuous. Some adult guys, even some with their wives, shot a furtive glance or two Courtney's way; that really grossed him out, though. Presently, Jessica, Tammy, Jill and Courtney arrived at Nordlings. "The first thing you're going to need is your own underwear," Jessica whispered to Courtney. Courtney blushed. He wondered what size he was in girls' clothing. A saleswoman appeared and asked, "Can I help you?" "Yes," answered Jessica. She pointed at Courtney and continued, "She arrived at school without a school uniform and some, like, really ancient bras and panties. Foster child; her parents kept all the money they got from the state. Can you believe that?" "Oh, that's awful. You poor thing," said the saleswoman, looking at Courtney with a very concerned expression. "Well, I'll take care of everything -- and I'll give you my employee discount. I suppose since everything is so 'ancient' I should measure you. Follow me to the changing room." She turned and started marching towards the dressing room. Courtney looked back at his roommates, but they were already pawing through the racks panties and bras. Courtney was mortified. Had they set him up? Was this whole thing a ruse to really embarrass him? He figured they'd wait until he was in the dressing room and then take off, leaving him to be exposed and be returned by the police to Wilfred in disgrace. Well, he'd go along with them and then when things went south he'd blame it all on then; say how'd they bullied him into doing it. After all, it was just a data entry error; it's not like he wanted to do this. He hurried into the changing room. "Let's see what we've got, shall we?" said the saleswoman. She measured his inseam (with Courtney holding the top end of the tape), hips, waist, just under his breasts and just across the nipples of his breasts. She wrote everything down. "How tall are you?" "Five feet." "And your weight?" "95 pounds." "Let's see, you could probably fit into some of the junior clothing. But since you are in high school now and your figure is starting to develop, I'd probably try a woman's extra small or small and size 2 or 4. You'd probably do better sticking with the petites. Oh, and your bra size is 32A. Start with a small in the panties as you can't return them once you've tried them on. If they're too big you can save them for when you grow, which I'm sure you will. In fact, since you are in-between size, you might want to favor the larger size so that you can get some good use out of what you buy, unless of course the sizing is completely out of whack. Believe me; unlike the junior clothes you're used to buying, there is lots of creative sizing in women's clothing." Just then a girl, a little older than Courtney, came out of a nearby stall. She didn't have her top on. Courtney had to remind himself not to look shocked or stare. "You were right. I think I am up to 34C," the girl stated. "Let me take a look," said the saleswomen. Then turning to Courtney she said, "Will you excuse me for a moment?" "Sure. No problem," said Courtney. "Why don't you go find some things to try on? I'll have a look when you are ready." "Okay. I'll be back in a bit," said Courtney with a little wave as he backed out of the ladies dressing room. All the while thanking the god of women's clothing for not having to undress. He turned back towards the racks of panties and bras. There, to his surprise and relief, were his roommates. "Well?" asked Jessica. "Well what?" answered Courtney. "What's your size," she hissed. "Oh, ah, woman's 2 or 4 and extra small or small with a 32A for a bra size." Jill and Tammy rushed over and joined Jessica in showing Courtney bra upon panty upon bra upon panty. They finally settled on a low rise hipster cotton panty for everyday wear. It turned out that small was a better fit, so Courtney picked out nine pairs in various colors and patterns. He complained that that was longer than he was going to have to be a girl, but was told someone might think it was strange if he had fewer pairs. He wasn't sure who would be going through his underwear drawer, but decided not to object further. Jessica also insisted he get an ultra low cotton and lace thong in pink azalea, "Just to see what they feel like." They also found a lightly padded t-shirt bra that worked well with the breast forms. Courtney ended up with two in white, a light nude, and one with a pink mini floral pattern. And Jessica found a lace demi-bra that matched the thong. He apparently also needed some slips and camisoles. Courtney also had to get some white knee socks and tights for the school uniform. And he was told that it would just be too weird if he didn't have the two night gowns, fluffy slippers and a floor length robe that Jill found. Jessica paid for it all. "This is really getting expensive. Are you sure this is okay?" Courtney asked Jessica. "Absolutely, and stop worrying because we still have a ways to go," she replied. The school uniform would also require a white shirt. They bought three cotton shirts with buttons down the front. Besides the small collar and the fact that the buttons were on the wrong side, Courtney wistfully thought that it was the first item of clothing he had bought that was remotely like male clothing. Except for the darts in the chest area, that is. Some white turtle necks were also bought, in case the weather got chilly. They also found some black lace-up shoes that would be perfect with the uniform. Jessica also insisted that Courtney get some girl's sneakers. The school uniform had to be purchased at Ella's. It was the only shop that carried them. This was one of those old fashioned main street dress shops that had a second store at the mall. The uniform consisted of a plaid knife pleated skirt that came to a couple of inches above the knee and a cardigan sweater with the school's emblem over the left breast. Two skirts and one sweater were deemed sufficient. The last stop was at Aperture. Although students at Wilfred had to wear a uniform whenever they attended most school activities, regular clothes could be worn the rest of the time. This usually occurred on the weekends. Therefore, Courtney would have to pick out at least two outfits. "Just in case," said Jessica. Courtney was only allowed to buy skirts, because of his special situation. The first one Jill found. It was light-blue denim-spandex mini with an embroidered butterfly and flowers on the back, right pocket. It measured all of ten inches in length, which Courtney thought was way too short. But everyone insisted he had to get it because his legs looked so great. Courtney was quick to grab a knee length tiered skirt for his second choice. Mercifully, it was accepted by the gang. A couple of tank tops were found to match the two skirts. After Jessica paid and they were on their way to the mall exit, quite laden with shopping bags. As they were passing Lang's, the jewelry store, Tammy came to a sudden stop. "We almost forgot." "Forgot what?" said Jessica. "Earrings!" "Oh my God, you're right!" "Do they even sell clip-on earrings anymore?" asked Courtney. "No, silly," answered Jessica. "You'll have to have your ears pierced." "Ah, no way; that's a little permanent." "Don't worry; the holes will close up when you stop wearing the earrings. You have to do it. Every girl at school has her ears pierced. It would just be too weird for you not to have pierced ears." Resigned, Courtney followed the others into the shop. "Can I help you?" asked a sales girl. Courtney felt an elbow in his side. "Ah, yes, I'd like to get my ears pierced." "Terrific, and just in time; today is the last day of our two-for-one sale. Now which would you like for your first set and which for your second?" the sales girl said as she pulled out a card with a dozen or so earrings on it. Courtney chose the some plain, gold balls for his first pair. For the second pair he'd tried to think what one of the girls might like. That way they wouldn't go to waste. He chose some CZ studs that were a little smaller than the first pair. He was told to come around behind the counter and sit on the stool back there. Jessica followed him and held his hand. The sales girl marked his ears and then gave Courtney a mirror. "How's that?" she asked. Courtney held the mirror and looked at his ear lobes. There was a dot right in the center of each lobe and another set of dots a little higher up. He couldn't understand why there were two sets of marks. He figured she had just messed up and hadn't bothered to clean up the mistake. "That's perfect!" enthused Courtney. The salesgirl fiddled with something behind him and then Courtney could feel the piercing gun at his ear lobe. He squeezed Jessica's hand. All of a sudden there was a snap and a sharp pain in Courtney's ear lobe. He winced, but the pain wasn't too bad. There was more fiddling behind him and Courtney felt the piercing gun at his ear again -- the one that had just been pierced! He was confused, but before he could say anything there was another snap and more pain; this time a little higher on his lobe. She had pierced his ear twice! Of course, two earrings for the price of one and free piercing with each pair of earrings! Well, it was too late to say anything so Courtney just let her pierce his other ear twice. When that was done he was handed the mirror again. He kind of liked it, but it was way too feminine. Anyway, they wouldn't be in long enough to leave a permanent mark. "I love them," said Courtney, not wanting to make a scene. "They really do look great," said Jessica. Jill leaned over the counter to have a look. "Wow, that looks great on you. I wish I had the guts to get my ears pierced a second time. And you did both holes at once!" --- As Courtney woke Sunday morning he realized he had been sleeping on his side and his newly double pierced ear was throbbing. He rolled onto his back and the pain eased. He was the first one up so he got first shot at the bathroom. After piling his hair on top of his head and securing it with a big clip, he took a nice, hot shower. Back in his room he found Jill was just waking up. He grabbed a pair of panties and bra from his drawer and, turning his back to Jill, he opened his robe and stepped into his panties. He pulled them up tight to his crotch, tucking his small penis back between his legs. The feeling was a little odd, but the soft fabric had a nice feel to it. After removing his robe, he next donned his bra. Once in place, he slipped in the breast forms. The bra also felt strange, but oddly comforting at the same time. After putting on the padded panty, slip, and camisole, he donned one of the white, front buttoned blouses. He fumbled with the backwards buttons, but soon got the hang of it. Next was the plaid skirt. While the short mini skirt he wore yesterday was certainly sexy, he just didn't register it as really feminine. Maybe it was the fact that it was denim, or that it had a fly zipper in the front. Maybe it was just the shock of dressing as a woman! The skirt he held in his hands was different. It needed a slip, had pleats, zipped up the side and had two little hooks at the waist band. He stepped into it, tucked in the slip, and secured it around his waist. He then reached under his skirt and pulled down the edge of his blouse to smooth it. Next he pulled on a pair of knee socks and put on his new shoes. Standing in front of the mirror over his dresser, Courtney unclipped his hair and let it fall around his shoulders. He gave it a little shake and felt it brush against his shoulders. He brushed his hair until it was nice and full, and then set down the brush. He turned and looked at himself in the full length mirror on the backside of the closet door. "You look like you've done that all your life," said Jill. "I, ah, no, really, I haven't. I, I, I've just been watching you guys; that's all," said Courtney. Jill smiled. "I'll shower and dress real quick. Wait for me and we can have breakfast together." --- Courtney's first day at Wilfred, and the end of his second dressed as a girl, was completely uneventful. Nobody looked at him funny; he remembered to use the girl's room when he had to go; and he was asked by one of his classmates to sign up for field hockey. Courtney, although relieved he hadn't been caught, was a little dejected that everyone thought he was girl. Rick was in his English class and insisted on carrying Courtney's books to his next class. Courtney would have been more annoyed, except that his backpack was really heavy. He had sat with Jill at lunch and met a bunch of other freshman -- all girls. He couldn't help himself falling into the flighty, laughter studded conversation -- hand gestures and hair flipping and all. He wanted to fit in so badly, he didn't care. If he was with the boys like he should have been, Courtney would have been talking about football, or whatever the guys were talking about, even though he didn't care about that stuff. His desire to belong was so strong that he let his acting skills project what the others wanted to see. Courtney was tired when he got back to his dorm room. All of his roommates were there, and so was Kate. Everyone looked a little nervous. "Hi Courtney, how was your first day?" asked Jessica. "Great! No problems at all!" Everyone was watching him with worried looks. "Um, is something wrong?" "We have a little problem," stated Jessica. "It seems when your school computerized the records they sent the old, paper records to an offsite storage facility," said Kate. "Uh oh, this sounds bad," Courtney said as he sat down, unconsciously smoothing his skirt underneath him as he sat down. "No, it's not that bad," continued Kate. "They said they could retrieve your records in 48 hours. It just means we will have to hustle to get everything else corrected. I'm sure we can get it done by the end of Friday." "I trust you guys completely. If you think this will work, then I'm not going to worry about it at all." "Good. Now, on to more important matters," said Tammy. "Who was carrying your books for you this morning?" "Oooh, do tell," said Jessica with a mischievous grin. "Uh, it wasn't anything; just some guy. My bag was really heavy." "Wasn't that Rick Thaxton, the guy you were talking to Saturday night?" asked Jill. "You know him?" asked Jessica. "Yeah, he's in one of my classes; definitely cute and not dorky like most of the freshman guys." "Wow, I'm impressed. You've been here for only two days and you already have a boyfriend." "He's not my boyfriend! I hardly know him!" "That's smart. You should just hang out as friends before getting involved." "You guys!!!" Everyone started laughing, even Courtney. --- Wednesday rolled around. No one had seen Kate all day. Courtney was getting nervous. He was at dinner with Jessica, Tammy and Jill when Kate pushed open the door and headed toward their table after scanning the hall. She didn't look happy. "Bad news," said Kate, looking directly at Courtney. "The offsite storage people can't find your records. It seems some folders were misfiled; apparently, yours was one of them. They said they'd search for it, but it could take weeks -- or longer." It was all Courtney could do to hold back his tears. "Well, that figures. Everything else in my life has sucked; why should things start changing now." "Hey, don't give up now," said Jessica, trying to soothe Courtney. "Well, what do propose?" "Just keep doing what you are doing and we'll make the switch in between semesters." "Come on, be realistic. I just can't disappear over Christmas and appear from nowhere at the beginning of the second semester. What would my 'boyfriend' Rick think?!" "Shhh, keep it down. Look I know this sucks for you, but look at your alternatives." Courtney sighed, "You're right. I really don't have a choice. There is no way I am going back to foster care and whatever crappy high school I'd get stuck in." "When your school finds your records we'll come clean with Dean Wilcox. If we can show him what happened he'll figure out some way to make it work. You're too good of a catch for the school to let you go. He'll probably just say you were doing a gender study or something like that. You know, turn it around to be a good thing instead of a scandal." "Does this mean we get to go shopping again this weekend?" asked Tammy. Everyone laughed and all was well again, for now. --- That evening, Courtney was reading in bed. Jill was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Jessica knocked and then peeked around the edge of the door. "Hey, you want to talk?" "Sure," said Courtney, putting down his book. "So, are you okay with, you know?" "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, what else am I going to do?" "What I meant was, does it feel okay?" "Ahhh, well, yeah, it actually feels okay. I'll admit it doesn't bother me." "Does it feel any better than being a boy?" "Hmm, yeah, sometimes -- I never had any friends when I was a boy. It's nice to have friends and to be included in things for a change, even if I have to be a girl to do. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to be a girl, no offense, but it has been good these last couple of days." "I'm sure this will change when you get older, but right now you do make a pretty girl. Don't take that the wrong way." "Thanks." Jessica studied his face for a moment. "What's wrong," asked Courtney. "Oh, nothing; it's just that if I look really closely I can see just the slightest signs of boy-ness. Nothing to worry about, but I can see it. It's good; I mean that would be just too weird if there was no indication what-so-ever." Courtney threw back the covers and ran to the mirror. "What do you mean; show me!" "Don't get alarmed, no one will notice. Just, well, see right here; that's just a little bony and prominent -- also, here, here, and here." "I see what you mean. Is there something I can do about it? I would die if I was caught." "Well make-up will help, but it'd be weird for a freshman girl to always be wearing makeup. There is one other thing that might help, but you probably won't want to do it." "What? What is it?" "My mother thinks she is very enlightened, so this year she got me a prescription for birth control pills. What she doesn't know is that one, because of AIDS, I would never have unprotected sex and, two, I have been having sex since my sophomore year. I was checking out some things on the Internet and discovered that some men who want to become women take birth control pills." "But I don't want to become a woman!" "I know. The changes that occur are subtle at first: softer hair and skin and a little more subcutaneous fat. That would smooth out the little boniness you have. The big changes, like growing breasts, don't occur for a while. If you want, you can have my unused prescription. I had it filled just so my mother would think I was taking them." "I don't know. It sounds risky." "From what I read, I'm sure you'd be safe for a few months. But, it's up to you." Courtney thought for a moment. "I think I'll do it. Above all, I don't want to get caught." "I'll be right back." Jessica returned with a round, pink, plastic case and a glass of water. She opened the case. "The first 21 pills are real, the last seven aren't. They are there just so your body has a chance to have a period. Obviously, you don't have to worry about that, so just skip those and go right to the next month's pills. I have three of these, so you won't run out for a while." Courtney popped one of the pills out of its holder, put it into his mouth, and washed it down with the water. Chapter Three September slipped into October and the leaves turned to their fall colors. Then November with her frosty mornings and fading sun curtsied to December. Old man winter was limbering up with some frozen puddles and a sprinkle of snow that looked liked confectioner's sugar. As Courtney made his way across the quad; the chill wind whipped around his stocking clad legs. He pulled his books tighter to his chest and thanked Jill for the navy blue pea coat she had given him. Her mother had gotten her a new coat that she loved so much she swore she would never wear the pea coat again. The knit cap and gloves he had gotten at the second hand shop were warm too, but his legs were freezing. He'd seen some of the girls with leggings that you could pull off once inside. He would have to get some. It took a bit of looking to find Rick; he wasn't at their usual table. "Hey," said Courtney. "Hi y'," he answered. "What's going on? Why are you sitting over here?" "Oh, some guys were being loud. It was just easier to move." They studied together almost every day. At first, Courtney would never have thought he would be such a good friend. He'd laugh it up with the guys and talk about sports with them -- just like any other guy. But as Courtney got to know him he found that Rick was a sharp thinker and very serious about studying. He was also very funny. When he had the time he'd come to Courtney's field hockey games, and likewise Courtney went to as many of Rick's soccer games as possible. Rick had even surprised Courtney by coming to one of the rehearsals for a play that Courtney had a small part in. "How are you doing with your term paper?" asked Courtney. "Fine, thank you, and, no, I don't need any help," said Rick, looking up and smiling at Courtney. Courtney stuck his tongue out at him and then said, "That's fine, I don't have time to help you anyway." Wilfred Academy used the trimester system, the first of which would end just before the Christmas break. Meeting Rick in the library had gone from a pleasant way to pass an hour or two and maybe get some work done to a focused onslaught on all the material that had accumulated over the semester. This was the first time any of the freshmen had been through semester finals; they were all scared. Courtney and Rick were studying so intently they completely missed dinner. "Oh my God," exclaimed Courtney, looking at his watch. "We missed dinner." "Oh, that's why I'm so hungry." Usually, Courtney went back to his dorm room to drop off his books and go to dinner with whatever gang of girls were milling about at the time. "Well, I've got some snacks back at my room I can exist on until breakfast," said Courtney. "Not an option for me; there is no way I'd make it on what was in my room." "Even if there was any food, I don't think it would be safe to eat." Courtney had seen the inside of Rick's suite. It was nothing like his. At that point, he knew that men and women were not equal. "Hey, let's get a hamburger at Steve's," said Rick. "I can't; I don't have any money." "I'll pay." "What will I owe you in return?" "Nothing; don't worry about it." "Well, come to think of it, I am a little hungry. Okay, let's go." As they left the library, Rick held each door for Courtney. Courtney stopped noticing this a while ago. It also didn't bother Courtney any longer that when they walked side-by-side they stayed fairly close to one another; even bumping shoulders on occasion. As they reached Steve's the snow starting coming down harder, swirling around the street lamps and dusting everything white. On their way back to the dorms, Rick was regaling Courtney with another installment of Ronald, the most accident prone student at Wilfred. This particular incident involved the chem. lab. and was by far and away beyond anything Ronald had achieved to date. Courtney was laughing so hard he didn't notice the snow covered frozen puddle he stepped on. Rick grabbed Courtney as he was headed down. He was too late to arrest Courtney's momentum and the two of them went down together in a tangle of arms and legs. This brought more laughter. When they stopped laughing they were suddenly aware that Rick was nearly on top of Courtney and just inches from his face. They looked into each others eyes. Neither made a move to get up. Rick leaned a little closer, hesitated, then kissed Courtney very softly. The feeling that went through Courtney was one of pure bliss. It didn't feel wrong. It just, it just made Courtney tingle all over. He worried about the deceit, but didn't care at that moment. He would take care of that later, before there was too much invested. Rick kissed Courtney again and could feel a gentle yielding; little signals that said, "This is okay, I like it." He kissed Courtney harder and they were soon passionately embracing one another. The kiss seemed to go on for ever. When they stopped, snow had begun to accumulate on Rick's shoulders. Courtney brushed it off and said, "We'd better get going." "Yeah, I guess so," Rick said, standing up and holding his hand out for Courtney. He took it and pulled himself up, then dusted the snow off the back of his skirt. Rick offered his arm, which Courtney took --partially because he didn't want to fall again and partially because it felt good. Mercifully, Courtney's roommates were all out when he got back to the suite. He wasn't sure he could hide his smile. Feeling cold and damp from lying in the snow, he decided to take a bath. After undressing, he inspected his breasts. Initially, after he started taking Jessica's birth control pills, he just put on some weight around his hips. In fact, lately he hadn't been wearing the padded panty. The last few weeks a new development had started: he was growing breasts. At first just his nipples were puffy, but now there was a swelling around the nipples as well. It wasn't much, but it was noticeable. Of course he was concerned and hoped that his old school would come through soon with his records so that he could go back to being a boy. But at the same time he was a little relieved. He was now more like the other girls. After soaking in the tub for awhile, Courtney addressed the other new development he had noticed. Earlier that day he had bought a razor. He had noticed just the faintest dusting of blond hair on his legs, underarms and around his pubic area. He carefully shaved his legs and underarms. The feeling was electric -- smooth and glistening. By the time his roommates got back from the library he had dressed in his flannel nightgown and was snug in bed studying for the next exam. --- The morning of Courtney's last exam he woke with a sore throat. He was sure he was coming down with a cold. "Typical," he thought, "my first Christmas with a family that might actually care a little bit about me and I get a cold." His exam went well and Courtney went back to his dorm room to pack. He was moving in with the Wilcoxes for the Christmas break since everyone had to be out of the dorms during the break. As he was packing, he could feel his cold getting worse by the minute. All he wanted to do was get to the Wilcoxes and snuggle up with a cup of herbal tea and honey. Eventually he was done and began the ten minute walk to the Dean's house. Mrs. Wilcox greeted him at the door. She seemed genuinely glad to have him. He explained about his oncoming cold and they both agreed tea, honey and warmth were just what he needed. That evening, Mrs. Wilcox had planned something of a welcoming dinner. Nothing fancy, but it would have been a little awkward if Courtney had bowed out -- especially since their two sons were in college and had not returned yet for Christmas. The meal was delicious. Courtney wished he felt better so that he could enjoy it more. Towards the end of the meal he started to feel really bad. First he was chilled, and then he was really flushed. He had resolved to excuse himself from the table at the first opportunity, but the Wilcoxes kept up a steady stream of questions. Suddenly, the room narrowed a bit, lights started flashing, and then everything went dark. --- When Courtney awoke he found himself in bed wearing one of his nightgowns. Even though he was still wearing his panties, he was pretty sure whoever undressed must have figured out that he wasn't really a girl. "Well," he thought to himself. "At least I don't have to worry about that anymore. I'll leave quietly in between semesters. They can just say I flunked out or something." Courtney tried to sit up, but was too weak. Presently, Mrs. Wilcox rose from the chair she had been sitting in and came to the bedside. "You gave us quite a scare, young lady." "I'm sorry about that. I guess I have a pretty bad cold." "The flu I suspect. Your fever was 104. I had to give you a cold sponge bath to cool you down. That and a couple of aspirins seem to have brought the fever down." "So, then, you know about, ah, down here," Courtney said, pointing to his crotch. "Yes, I do. Do you feel well enough to explain? Don't worry, Dean Wilcox doesn't know anything. I won't tell him until you and I have an agreement about the best way to proceed." Through tears and sobs, Courtney told the whole story. It was such a relief to have it out in the open he really didn't care what happened. "Well, that's quite a story. I believe you, especially since Jessica Morgan is involved." "Oh, why is that?" "Jessica seems to gravitate to, shall we say, unusual situations. This is certainly the wildest thing she has been involved in, but it isn't the first crazy stunt she's pulled." "Is she going to get in trouble? At every step she gave me a choice. I was never forced or pressured. Really, I just wanted stay here at school." "For now nobody is getting into trouble or being kicked out of school. You've been through enough; you don't need that. I'll handle this and will make everything right in the end, but you have to do as I say. Is that understood?" "Yes mam. I'd do anything to stay in school." "Apparently," Mrs. Wilcox stated flatly. They both laughed. "Now you know that you seem to be developing breasts. That would be from taking birth control pills. That is very dangerous. You could become sterile. You must stop taking them immediately." "Yes mam." "Besides your roommates and Kate, who else knows about this?" "No one else does." "Good, keep it that way. If this ever got out it would be a huge scandal. You would definitely be expelled. Your roommates would also be in serious trouble, and so would Kate. Because Jessica Morgan is involved with this, the press would have a field day. You'd probably end up on national news. You don't want that, do you?" "No mam." "I didn't think so. For the time being, you are to look, act and talk just like any of the other girls at this school. Now, I want you to get some sleep so you can get better. Goodnight." Mrs. Wilcox leaned over and kissed Courtney on the forehead. No one had ever done that to him. He felt as if all would be well. "Goodnight," he said softly. --- Mrs. Wilcox closed the pocket doors to the living room and took a seat in an armchair. Dr. Dennis Allen, the school psychiatrist sat opposite her in an identical chair and Dr. Frank Rogers occupied the sofa. "Well, shall we begin?" she asked. "Perhaps the boy's physical state is our first order concern. Shall I begin?" asked Dr. Rogers. "Please do." He cleared his throat and looked at his notes. "13 year old male presenting with flu symptoms, negative for strep, being treated with fluids, aspirin, and bed rest. Weight and height below average, but not to the point of concern. Courtney has just started puberty, which has been interrupted by taking birth control, Ortho-Novum to be exact. He shows the beginnings of female secondary sexual characteristics, but not so for male secondary sexual characteristics. Otherwise he is healthy." "Will there be any long term effects from taking birth control pills for three months?" asked Mrs. Wilcox. "It's hard to say. Taken long enough, they will cause sterility. However, even though Ortho-Novum is the stronger type, he may recover completely or with slightly reduced sperm production. It may be useful to jump start his puberty with testosterone." "Very well; what do you make of this, Dennis?" "Hmmm, you have a very interesting case. First, it would be very unusual for any boy to go along with this ruse at all, let alone for three months. Therefore, we need to understand the true catalyst. The foster care he has received has taken a toll. He seeks acceptance at any chance he can get. He is somewhat fatalistic. He has a high, but not unhealthy, sense of self-worth. He sees Wilfred Academy as a means to escape who he has been to date. This is very important to him and he is deeply concerned about expulsion. He doesn't blame his roommates for the situation he is in now. In fact, he values their friendship greatly as they are the first true friends he has had. He also shows some signs of gender dysphoria." Dr. Allen finished and looked at Mrs. Wilcox expectantly. "Gender dysphoria, what's that?" she asked. "Gender dysphoria, or gender identity disorder, is a condition in which a person identifies with a gender other than that which he or she was born with." "What do you do for it?" "Well, if the symptoms are acute enough and persistent, we can undertake gender reassignment therapy, also known as sex reassignment. This is a combination of sex reassignment surgery, hormone replacement therapy, and epilation. Although the latter may not be necessary in this case; should Courtney need this, that is." "In plain English, please?" "To be blunt, a sex change operation." "Ah, I see." Mrs. Wilcox looked thoughtful for a moment, and then continued, "Well, I thank you both for your time. Dennis, I'll be in touch when we sort out how to handle this. Frank, do you need anything else?" "I think I should have a look at Courtney Friday morning, if that's all right." "Friday morning is fine." Both men stood to leave and Mrs. Wilcox showed them to the front door. Just as they were leaving, she said, "Oh, Dennis, there is something else I wanted to talk to you about. Could you stay a few more minutes?" "Certainly." Seated once again in the living room, with the doors shut, Mrs. Wilcox sat thinking for a moment. "As you can imagine, this is a very difficult situation for the school, especially since Jessica Morgan is involved. The issues include liability, adverse publicity, and possible criminal proceedings. This could close the school if it got out. That is why I haven't told my husband yet." "I see." "Hypothetically speaking, if Courtney did turn out to have gender dysphoria to point of needing gender reassignment, what would the outcome likely be?" "Well, usually this approach is taken after someone reaches age 18. The results vary depending on the physique of the individual at the time he starts gender reassignment. Usually, the closer to puberty the better the results will be. If circumstances warranted, gender reassignment could be started before age 18. If it was started before the individual started puberty, effectively replacing a male puberty with a female one, even a doctor would have trouble spotting the gender reassignment." Mrs. Wilcox raised an eyebrow and was again quiet for a moment. "Do you think this could be right for Courtney?" "Possibly." "If that were the case, many of the issues I mentioned earlier would go away." "I see your point." "She is really a fine girl. She has excellent grades, is a real team player in field hockey, she has many friends and I think she has a boyfriend." "Well, that would be significant, especially if she was presenting herself to him as a girl." "Perhaps Courtney would be happiest if she were allowed the chance to express her gender dysphoria and elect to outwardly appear as the sex she seems to really be." "You might be right. Shall I pursue that possibility first?" "Yes, why don't you?" Chapter Four By Friday, Courtney was feeling much better. Dr. Rogers was delighted and said he should only have to see Courtney again if Courtney's condition worsened. By Sunday, Christmas day, the flu had been reduced to sniffles and an occasional fit of coughing. The Wilcoxes' were very generous to Courtney. He got a really nice and very popular handbag he had s