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School Days - Part 1
By Randi Michelle
This is a story that I have thought about for years. It's also the first
story that I have "published" in more than 15 years and my first here on
Fictionmania.
It will need a prequel, the back story of how Randy was attending the
formerly all-female college (Harrison) of his mother on a scholarship,
one of the first males admitted. While some accommodations were made for
him, such as being allowed to wear pants, he had to wear women's
trousers, the same as other students. I'm going to add that section after
I get some feedback from posting this story.
Randy's dilemma is that in order to keep his scholarship, his
participation in the school's orchestra, is required. And the orchestra
is combined with men from a nearby men's college (Wilkinson). This is a
dialog where where the school's orchestra director tells Randy that he
will have to wear the same black dress and high heels as the other female
members of the orchestra.
This is a work in progress. Your suggestions will be gratefully accepted.
"Randy I can't make an exception for you. You must wear the same black
dress as the other girls in the combined orchestra."
"Is that really fair? The school is now co-educational."
"I can imagine how you feel but our relationship with Wilkinson goes back
75 years. I'll do everything I can to make you participation as seamless
as possible but if you're going to continue to be a member of the
orchestra and retain your scholarship you will have to abide by my
decision."
"What if I talk to the Dean of Students?"
"I don't think that will help as I've already talked to her and on this
matter we are in agreement."
"Please, can't I wear the same suit as the Wilkinson men?"
"We discussed that but you are representing Harrison, thus you need to be
attired like the rest of the girls. Look, it won't be so bad...and think
of all of the opportunity you'll have to travel with the orchestra. We
have four trips planned this year, including the week-long tour of
Europe. You won't want to miss that?"
"You're right, I was really looking forward to the trip. Will I have to
travel as a girl?"
"We are still deciding on that. I did talk to Dean Smith about that and
we are formulating a policy but I think that will probably be the case.
We think that all of the rules, as far as the orchestra are concerned,
you should follow. It's not the same thing as you being admitted to
attend Harrison; this is an elective, not something that is required."
"But participating in the orchestra is required for me to retain my
scholarship."
"To that all I can say is that this is the decision. Don't fret over it,
with your slight frame, some judicious padding, a new hair cut, and
makeup, I'm sure that you will make a very attractive young woman and
will represent Harrison very well."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"Don't be afraid Randy...I'll be here to help you. Here's what I want you
to do. Go back to your dorm, take a bath or shower, be sure to shave your
body..."
"Shave my body?"
"Yes, shave your body. Remember you'll be wearing a dress so you will be
wearing pantyhose and high heels, so we'll need to get the proper
effect."
"Oh God!"
"Don't make such a big deal out of it dear."
"What's Terri going to think?"
"Your girlfriend?"
"Yes, she won't want me once she sees me in a dress."
"Don't be so sure. Ask her if she wants to come shopping with us. She
might be a big help to you moving forward. Now chop, chop. It's 3 o'clock
now, be back here at 4 and I'll take you into town so we can get you
outfitted. You will need to be ready for the first rehearsal on Friday
night."
With that, now resigned to my fate, that my feminization was about to be
taken one step further, I walked back to my dorm room. Along the way I
saw Terri and explained the situation. She seemed sympathetic and as Ms.
Carlton thought, offered to come along. I wasn't sure that would be such
a good idea but she insisted.
It didn't take long for me to shower and shave and I put on a pair of
shorts, a T-shirt and my sneakers. Terri blow dried my hair, blowing it
out in a style that was far more feminine than I would have imagined and
when she was done she had me apply some very faint pink lipstick which
tasted very fruity. And she told me to take off my sneakers and she gave
me a pair of her sandals which had a wedge heel and told me to put my
lipstick into an extra purse she had. When I looked in the full-length
mirror, with my new hairstyle, I saw a very flat-chested looking
tomboy...I felt very trapped. And my girlfriend now was seeing me in a
new light.
She grabbed another purse and we walked back to Ms. Carlton's office. I
felt very self conscious as we walked across the commons but I knew that
I had no alternative but to go along with this.
Ms. Carlton was pleased when she saw us both and we piled into her Mazda
sedan for the trip into town. I remember my last visit to Goldsmith's
when I was outfitted for all my school uniforms but this would be
different. This time I would be fitted for a dress, my dress, and who
knew what else.
Lucinda, the clerk who had helped me the first time was somewhat
surprised to see me again but was very cordial. Ms. Carlton explained the
situation to her, that I needed to be fitted for the orchestra's
signature little black dress. She snickered a bit but said that wouldn't
be too much of a problem but first, she suggested that we go over to the
lingerie department to get the "proper" undergarments. Ms. Carlton agreed
and Terri pushed me in that direction.
In the lingerie department Lucinda suggested that a body briefer would be
a good place to start and after measuring me she picked out a Playtex 36B
along with a set of foam breast inserts. Terri, who had already gone and
gotten me a pair of panties and a pair of black pantyhose, took me into
the dressing room and helped me get into the very restrictive garment.
Before I realized it she had me tucked in and after inserting the breast
pads, told me to put my T-shirt and shorts back on.
"We'll have to see about getting you a proper set of breast forms later
but those will do for now."
When I put my T-shirt back on the two bumps on my chest were plainly
visible. Putting my sandals back on my feminization had now progressed to
another level and Terri took a compact out from her purse and applied a
little powder to my face. She smiled.
When I emerged from the dressing room I was totally humiliated. Lucinda
and Ms. Carlton just smiled, knowing that they had already pushed me
further than I wanted.
"I think that before he is fitted for his dress, we need to get him a
proper pair of high heels so we can see how the hem of the skirt falls."
And before I knew it Terri was dragging me over to the shoe department
which was adjacent to the lingerie section.
I sat down, my legs encased in the black pantyhose when a man, about 30
came over and asked if he could help. Before I could say anything Ms.
Carlton spurted out, "Randy here is a member of the Harrison orchestra
and he needs to be fitted for his first pair of pumps, something black,
basic, and with a three inch heel."
I was absolutely mortified as she describes my predicament. The clerk,
his name tag said is name was Bob, was very professional and kept a
straight face as he measured my foot and said he would be right back.
I sat there dumbfounded, almost ready to cry but Ms. Carlton, Lucinda,
and Terri were talking away until Bob returned with three boxes. "Here's
three options that the other girls have chosen from."
As he said "other girls" I realized that my fate had been sealed. In
spite of my best efforts to avoid this since arriving at Harrison, I was
being fitted for high heels and there was nothing I could do about it. As
he slipped the dreaded high heels on I had a feeling in the back of my
mind, that I knew where this would lead, to my total emasculation,
feminization, and assimilation into the Harrison student body.
Standing up I was a bit unsteady. I wasn't sure if it was the breast
forms in the body briefer, the high heels, or a combination of both, but
I soon steadied myself and tentatively started to walk on the carpet.
"Be sure to put one foot in front of the other," said Terri.
It was a strange feeling as I was so tucked in and all that friction
reminded me that I was wearing the body briefer and the pantyhose rubbing
together at my thighs, was a very strange sensation. It wasn't as hard as
I imagined it would be and I felt extremely feminine, very girl-like. The
Nine West high heels had a very pointed toe but they we not as
uncomfortable as I imagined they would be.
Bob asked me how they felt and I meekly said they felt OK.
"Well try on the other two pairs and let's see if either feels better."
The second pair he put on was a pair of sling-back pumps with a 3 ? inch
heel, a bit higher than the first pair. Again I took a short walk in
them, heel in front of toe, aware that my butt was swinging from side to
side.
"I feel less like I'm going to come out of these."
"The strap in the rear will help you that way."
I sat down again as Bob took out the third pair, which had an even higher
heel.
"This is a 4-inch heel Randy. It might be too much for you at this stage
but it's a very popular shoe. Girls say that it is very comfortable."
And as it turned out Bob was correct. Unlike the first pair, the back of
the shoe was designed so it felt less like it would come off, unlike the
first pair. And for the first time I noticed a man watching me walk. I
realized how much I enjoyed watch a pretty girl walk in her high heels
and now I had detected a man watching me as I walked. Where would this
lead?
While I sat down Terri asked Bob to bring me a pair of ballet flats while
Ms. Carlton suggested that I try one more pair, a pair of 4-inch sling
backs, saying that I should have two pairs of pumps and that they should
both be the same height. So in addition to the ballet flats, I ended up
trying on a second pair of sling backs and ended up with three pairs
before we headed back to the dress department.
Terri took me back into the dressing room with three dresses and this
time, before I emerged, she applied just a bit of eye shadow and
refreshed my powder and lipstick. Looking in the mirror, in the short
black dress, the dark hose and especially the black pumps, I was totally
mortified. There was no doubt, I now looked like a girl.
"You look great Randy!"
As I stepped out to face Ms. Carlton and Lucinda I knew that my life had
changed irrevocably. Both smiled as I emerged from the dressing room,
especially Ms. Carlton, who looked very pleased with herself.
"Randy, you look stunning, even better than I could have hoped."
"I feel so strange, I shouldn't be dressed like this, it just doesn't
seem right."
"To the contrary, you look perfect. You will look great on stage, you'll
fit in perfectly."
Then it dawned on me, I would be in the front row of the orchestra and
that those in the audience, especially men, would see me in this short
black dress and my high heels. What would they think? I know exactly what
they would think, what a cute flutist.
I snapped out of my dream-like state as Ms. Carlton asked me to try on
two other dresses, one of which was a long, ankle-length, but was slit up
the side, almost to mid-thigh. While I was trying on the long dress,
Terri had gone and gotten me a casual set, a pink camisole bra top with a
very short black and pink skirt and a matching bra and panty set. While
all my other purchases were gathered and I paid for them, I walked back
to the car completely feminized in the cami, skirt, and ballet flats. As
we walked through the food court a group of guys whistled at us. My life
as I knew it, was over. I knew that it was just a matter of time before I
would be living as a girl, 24/7. The rehearsal Friday night would mark my
coming out party.
To be continued...
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