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SENTENCED TO DRAG BY JANICE Chapter 1 Well, my friend Donna and I have been here for a week, and what a week. As I sit here writing this sort of diary I am wearing a white tee shirt with a teddy bear on my chest and a short denim skirt. Under these I have a pair of white bikini panties and a white cotton bra. My feet are in a pair of pink flip-flops. My hair is short but brushed in a very cute style. My toe and fingernails are polished a shade of purple. Donna is dressed pretty much the same. I have gone into a lot of detail to describe our attire but there is a reason for this, you see, neither Donna or I are girls, we are boys. We are both fifteen years old. I know what you are thinking, why are they dressed like that? I have an explanation and I will tell you. Donna's real name is Ralph, mine is David, and my girl name is Laura. We are friends and we loved to tease and humiliate girls. One day we went a bit too far, we caused physical harm to a girl. A court sentenced us to spend a minimum if two months as girls, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Our entire sentence would depend on our behavior, anytime we messed up our sentence would start back at day one; conceivably we could be here for years. We were sent to live in another town about four hours away, with court appointed guardians. The first day was hell. We took nothing with us but what we wore. We were driven to the house by cops. As soon as we got to the house we were forced to strip naked and given a pile of girls' clothes. Not just girls clothe but fancy little girls dresses. We were given our clothes and sent to a room that was to be our bedroom. We were told that we would not be allowed out of our room until we were completely dressed. It took us about an hour to get up the nerve to put on our dresses. They were identical. First we put on our panties which were all lacey, and then we had to put on another, which was padded, over these to give us hips and asses, and then came the fully padded bras. We had to help each other hook them, then our dresses. They were short and did not cover our asses by more than an inch or two. They were pink and all lacey. The skirt was heavily starched so that it stood out from our hips. Then came the white ankle sox and black Mary Jane shoes. I felt ridiculous in that dress and I guess Ralph did too. We spent a few minutes laughing and giggling until hunger got the best of us. We spent about an hour getting into the dresses and another getting up the nerve to leave the room. At supper we were given a whole bunch of rules, I will not bore you with all of them now but will tell you just the ones that were important at the time, the rest I will mention as the situation presents itself. First and foremost, we were never to call each other by our real name, from that moment on, Ralph was Donna and I was Laura. We were always to wear our padded undies and bras, except in the shower, even in bed. After supper our court appointed guardian showed us how to polish our nails and did our hair in a feminine style. We both slept in short flannel nightgowns. The next day, Sunday, we ate breakfast in our nightgowns and robes and pink fluffy slippers. We were told that we would be going for a drive around the neighborhood to show us where everything was, the school where we would be attending as Donna and Laura, it was an all girl school. And other places of interest, such as the local teen hangouts. I, for one, was glad we did not have to wear such little girls' dresses as we did yesterday. My outfit was cute. (I can say that now that I am used to being in girls clothes, at the time I thought they were ridiculous.) My skirt was short, just above my knees and was gray plaid with an elastic waist; it looked good with my padded ass and hips. My shirt was a black long sleeve stretch shirt with a neck that could be worn either on or off my shoulders, I wore it on. I had to wear a pair of fishnet pantyhose and black cross strap shoes. Stacey, our guardian, who we were told to call Aunt Stacey brushed our hair and showed us how to put on lipstick. Stepping in front of the full-length mirror I was surprised and astonished to see how good I looked. I would have sworn that it was a trick mirror and there was a real girl behind a window looking back at me. We were given purses to carry. I don't know how I was able to walk out to the car I was so nervous. I was sure the first person we met would know that the two girls were really two boys. Donna and I had agreed last night to do the very best we could to pass as girls. As we drove around town Donna must have realized how nervous I was because he reached over and squeezed my hand and held it for the rest of the ride. It made me feel comfortable so I did not let go or pull away. Then it hit the fan. We pulled into a restaurant parking lot and had to actually get out of the car. We got out holding hands. By the time we were seated and served I knew we could pull this off and we did. We even went to the ladies room, although with a lot of trepidation. The next day would be the big day; it would be our first day at school with hundreds of real girls. Could we pull this off? We had no choice, we had to. The thing that helped us was the threat that every time we goofed, either at home or at school, we would have more time tacked on to our stay as girls. I would do anything to get this bull shit over with. We found out that our school had a dress code and all the girls had to wear uniforms. You know the kind I mean, jumpers with white shirts or skirts with white shirts, both jumpers and skirts were a sort of blue plaid. We even had to wear black "T" strap shoes and white knee sox. The first day of school Aunt Stacey drove us and came in with us to register. There were only five people at the school that knew we were boys, The Principal, the Vice-Principal, the Guidance Counselor the Gym Teacher and the nurse. We were given a warning that if it was found out that we were boys, we were on our own, no one at the school would admit knowledge that we were boys. We were given our class schedules and sent on our way. One thing I must say is that to avoid any embarrassment we did not have to attend gym class, except on Fridays, they told us that Fridays were special classes. Donna and I had different class schedules, except for lunch; the whole school had lunch at the same time. We said goodbye to Aunt Stacey and headed for our separate classrooms but...as we stood outside the principals office Donna took my hand in his, wished me luck and gave me a kiss on the cheek. It was three hours before we saw each other again and that was at lunch. Most of the girls ate outside in the schoolyard, which had picnic tables. We got a surprise when we went out; there were boys with some of the girls. It seems there is a boy's school across the street and they were allowed to mingle at lunch. Donna and I found a table to ourselves and ate our lunch; we talked about our morning. The bell rang and we went back inside but not before he gave me another kiss, why did he keep doing that? Aunt Stacey picked us up at three and drove us home where we had to get out of our uniforms and into dresses. Mine was a red plaid one that came to just below my knees. It was a bit snug at my waist and made it look like I had a feminine body, (remember, we wore padding all the time.). The sleeves were short and slightly puffed and had elastic cuffs and an elastic neckline, I was beginning to feel less tense being a girl, it was too soon to tell but I thought I might get to like it. Like it or not, I had to live with it and was going to give it one hundred percent. I cannot and will not speak for Donna, let him write his own book. I asked him why he kept kissing me on the cheek when we met and parted. He told me that we were girls and girls did that. He was right, I remembered that my sister and her girlfriends always kissed on the lips when they met, I should not have said that because after that, he started kissing me on my lips. I didn't like it at first but got used to it. That whole week we were driven to and from school. After school we had to put on good dresses. Aunt Stacey told us that we had to earn any privileges, like wearing not so fancy dresses and being allowed to go out after school, (I could wait on that one) and even walking home ourselves. Chapter 2 Friday... we made it through the week. It was not as bad as I thought it would be. I will again speak for myself when I say that I became quite comfortable in my role. Neither of us had made any friends and that is understandable, we did not want to get too close to any girls, we did however associate with them in school. Now...about today. Remember I told you that on Fridays we had to attend gym class because it was a special class? Well, guess what...It was special, and scary, at least for Donna and me. It was a dance class. The boys from across the street came over and we had to dance with them, that was bad enough but it was the kind of dancing our parents did, where we held each other close. I damn near shit when I found I would be letting a boy put his arms around me. I looked for Donna but he was all the way across the gym. My partner was a boy named Chuck. When he took hold of me that first time and I didn't die, I figured things weren't as bad as I thought. The class was forty minutes long and after fifteen or twenty minutes I was o. k. being held by him. By the end of class it seemed natural and I didn't give it a second thought. At lunch Donna and I got together and talked about our experiences that morning. It seemed that his was much like mine and he too got used to being held by a boy, his name was Mike. When Aunt Stacey drove us home that afternoon we passed the boys from the dance class this morning. Chuck and Mike, Donna called out to them and they waved back. "What did you do that for?" I asked him. "I was just being polite." He said. Aunt Stacey said she knew them. They were twin brothers, fraternal, not identical. They are the Wilson brothers. The name seemed familiar until she told us they were nephews of Mr. Wilson, the Guidance Counselor at school. We got home and changed from our school clothes, me into a red turtleneck sweater and black mini skirt, Donna into a red plaid miniskirt and red long sleeve polo shirt. Aunt Stacey told us that she got a weekly report from school and was pleased with it. Starting Monday we would not have to wear skirts or dresses after school unless we wanted to. We would be able to finally wear pants. I was thrilled, it would be wonderful to be back in pants again, even though they would be girls' pants, and...If we wanted to...we would be able to walk to school and home by ourselves. The next day was Saturday and Aunt Stacey, (the hell with this) "Stacey", told us that it was time to expand our horizons. She gave us some money and told us we had to go to the mall and pick up stuff from a list she gave us. I felt not the least bit nervous until I saw what was on the list. Both of us had to get three sets of panties and bras and one dress each. We also had to try on at least three dresses each. She told us that her friend worked at the dress shop and would tell her if we did it or not. I thought to myself, wouldn't the very fact that we returned with the stuff be proof that we went? We still had to wear dresses because it would be Monday before we were allowed to get into pants. The bus ride to the mall was fun just to get out of the house after being locked up for so long. It was only a week but it felt like forever. The mall was big. We walked around for awhile building up the courage to hit the teen shop. We figured now was as good a time as ever, we entered the shop. The worst part for me was picking out bras and panties, we were told what sizes to get so that was a bit easier. We stood there holding hands for awhile looking at all the dresses. There were several girls from school trying on clothes. A sales clerk came and asked if she could help us. I told her we would like to see a few dresses. She gave us two that she thought we would like and showed us to the dressing area. We lucked out; all the stalls had doors to give us privacy. We did not know how Stacey's friend would know that we tried on dresses so we figured the best way was to try on a dress and go outside the dressing room to see it in better light, I had seen my sister and her friends do that. This seemed to work, Donna got the idea that, just for luck, we should try on more than three, I tried five, Donna, six. I was having fun and wanted more but I stopped at five. The hardest part was picking out only one. We finally got one each. Shopping made me hungry. We stopped at a fast food place for a snack. We had no longer sat down when two girls from school saw us and joined us. We knew that sooner or later we would have to associate with girls so we invited them to sit. They asked to see what we had bought; we showed them and asked to see their stuff. They liked our dresses. We socialized for awhile then had to leave. We didn't know when Stacey wanted us back, better early than late. We caught the bus home. Stacey said we did well with our purchases and liked the dresses we bought. It is hard to believe we had been here for only a week, it seems so much longer. It is Sunday and Stacey said we could wear our new dresses later when we go out for brunch. I looked forward to it; I think my dress is the cutest. In our room Donna and I got everything ready. We laid out our undies and dresses and shoes so that we had everything ready when Stacey was to take us out. I have a sister, I mentioned that, and I was using her as an example of what to do, I did what she did in such conditions. Donna and I sat on my bed as we talked about the past week. He was holding my hand, he told me how pretty I was and before I knew it he was kissing me, not on my cheek like when we went our separate ways at school, but full on my lips. I don't know why he did this but I let him, I think I liked him doing it. We were supposed to be girls and I have seen my sister and her friends do it so I guess it was all right. We no longer had to help each other hook our bras and did not have to after the first three or four days. I hooked my bra, put on my panties and pantyhose, and then I was ready for my dress. It was black, snug at my waist and full at the skirt, which fell even with my knees. Just below the hem was a bit of red taffeta that showed for about two inches. It had a tank top with a deep "V"-neck and was sleeveless. I posed in front of the mirror trying to see how it looked from all sides. I wore black 1' high heel cross strap sandals. Stacey came in and gave us each a little purse. Upon opening mine I found some make up. Up until then all we wore was a bit lipstick. I was satisfied with that until I saw what Stacey did with the stuff in the bag. She did my eyes with shadow, liner and mascara and eyebrow pencil. I thought I looked pretty. A lot more looking in the mirror. When she finished with Donna and I saw how pretty he looked I wanted to take him and kiss him, and I did. We admired each other and told each other how pretty we were. We went to the car and drove to the restaurant with us in the back seat holding each other's hand. We enjoyed the rest of the day and need I say...we spent a lot of time looking in mirrors, when we could find one, until Stacey told us we each had one in our purses. After eating we had to go to the ladies room and naturally fixed our make up as well as we could without Stacey, who watched us, giving us hints from time to time. Chapter 3 The next week flew by. A few things happened that are worthy of mentioning. It had already been stated that we could walk home from school. It was a walk of about four blocks but some of them were long ones. Walking home that first day started out fun but, as always happens, a little rain must fall. The rain that fell came in the form of Chuck and Mike. Donna and I had no sooner crossed the street in front of the school when we heard some one call our names, "Hey, Donna...Laura." We turned and saw them walking toward us. They wanted to walk us home. They lived two blocks down from us and one block over. We walked with them. It became a habit, we walked them as far as our house where we went in and they went to their house. Want to hear something funny? Even though we were allowed to wear pants, we didn't, at least not every day. We did however; wear more casual stuff, like denim skirts, which I seemed to have a fondness for, and tank tops. They, the boys, Chuck and Mike, also came to our school at lunch and ate with us, I got the feeling they were trying to hit on us. Some of the other girls and their boyfriends joined us from time to time but it was mostly just the four of us. Chuck pared off with me and Mike with Donna. Our friendship paid off that Friday at dance class. I figured if I was going to have a guy hold me, it may as well be someone I knew, Donna agreed so we danced with Chuck and Mike. Most of the other girls also had regular partners. Walking home that afternoon Chuck reached out and took my hand and before we reached home he had his arm around my waist. At the house we stood with their arms around us for awhile talking. They asked if we wanted to go out with them the next night, Saturday, naturally, we refused. I put on a denim skirt and Donna, a pair of red jeans with flowers all over them. Doing our homework Donna admitted that he wanted to say yes, he wanted to go to the movies with Mike just to have something to do to get out of the house. I too was getting tired of sitting around doing nothing, but I did not know if we had earned the right to go out, I would ask Stacey, and if she said we could go out, maybe we could go together. When I woke the next morning, that would be Saturday, the first thing Donna did was to ask if I would ask Stacey if we could go to the movies that night. For a minute I had no clue as to what he was talking about. He reminded me about last night. I said I would think about it. That afternoon the phone rang, Donna answered it, talked a little and hung up. When he hung up he said it was Mike asking about tonight. Donna told him that we would go with them if we were allowed. "Well you can just call him back and tell him I am not going." Stacey was listening and asked what we were talking about. We told her and she solved the problem, she said we had to go. The boys were the nephews of Mr. Wilson, the Principal, and if we didn't go with them he might get pissed off and give us a bad report. So, I had no choice, I had to go. I think I really wanted something to do, and this was as good a way as any to do it. Donna called back and told them we would go. The movie was at eight p.m. it was just ten a.m. we had ten hours to kill. Donna decided to go over to the boy's house after lunch. I asked him how he knew where they lived, he said Stacey told him. We got dressed, me in a pair of grey chinos and a red sweat shirt and a light jacket, naturally the pants were decorated in a feminine style and the shirt had a cute little kitten on it. I tied a red bandana on my head. Donna put on light brown sweat pants and an orange sweatshirt. I wasn't exactly looking forward to it but at least we would be with guys, after all this time with nothing but girls. I knew we could at least talk sports, something we could not do with the girls at school. Things worked out better than I hoped, when we got to their house they were playing basketball, I loved shooting hoops. We challenged them to a game but them being typical boys decided it wouldn't be fair boys against girls so we played Chuck and me against Donna and Mike. We played for about an hour and went home. It is a good thing we wore pants, can you imagine playing basketball in a skirt? At seven o'clock Stacey said it was time to get ready for our 'date'. I wish she wouldn't put it that way. I thought it would be all right to wear a skirt; there was this one that I liked and wore it a lot. It was a red checkered one that came to halfway between my hips and knees and a red pullover with a 'v' neck. I wore a pair of black knee high boots that laced in front but zipped on the side to make them easier to put on and take off. Donna wore a black dress with a tank top that was tight and showed his hips and butt and breasts. He looked real good in it. Stacey showed us how to do our make up in a casual manner. Before we knew it the doorbell rang, it was the boys. We stood next to each other while Stacey opened the door. Chuck and Mike told us how nice we looked and took our hands. As we walked out the door Stacey told us to be home by eleven o'clock. As soon as we reached the sidewalk they had their arms around our waists. I was not happy with this situation. I was glad to be getting out of the house, but going out with a guy, who thought I was a girl...well, I would have asked for something else, and Stacey said we had to do it. I did not want to spend any more time here than I had to so I did it. The bus stop was at the corner and one pulled in just as we got there. They paid our fare and led us to seats in the back. It was only a fifteen-minute ride to the theatre. At the theatre I finally realized what was happening, I was on a date with a BOY, what the hell was I doing? It was way too late to do anything about it now. I hoped he wouldn't try to kiss me, I know that if I were in a dark theatre with a pretty girl I would try to put the moves on her. If he tried to kiss me I know I would throw up on him. I was lucky, it seemed he was on his best behavior and the worst he did was to put his arm around me and once in awhile I would feel his hand on my boob. I have the feeling he wanted to kiss me but didn't want to be too forward. Well he didn't try, at least at the movie. We still had some time after the show so we stopped for a slice of Pizza where we met some of the girls we knew from school. It was getting late so they took us home. I thought things were going to be all right but Donna screwed that up. Just as we were ready to go in, Donna stepped close to Mike and kissed him. Chuck, seeing this, pulled me to him and kissed me. I didn't throw up but I thought for sure I would. He pulled me tight to him, bent down, he was almost six feet tall, and did it, he kissed me. I tried to push him away but he was too strong. He kissed me again and then let me free. Mike, in the meantime, was doing much the same to Donna; I wondered how the boys would feel knowing they were kissing guys. They let us loose, said good by and left. I grabbed Donna's hand and ran inside. I was almost in tears. I have never been so humiliated in my life. As soon as we reached our room I started crying. "How could you do that?" I cried through the tears. He held me in his arms soothing me, "How could you. If you hadn't kissed Mike, Chuck never would never have kissed me." "He kissed me first, I didn't start, he did." "It looked like you started." I cried. "No love, it was him. Why would I want to kiss him?" I guess he was right. I soon calmed down and got over it, but I was still upset. We changed into sports bras and pajama pants for bed. Donna saw that I was still upset and came over to my bed and lay next to me. We fell asleep in the same bed with me in his arms. What a night, kissed by one boy and sleeping with another boy, all in the same night. Chapter 4 That was Saturday night, the first day of our third week there. Only five more weeks to go. I woke up still in his arms. Last night was over with and I felt better, and having thought about it, it wasn't so bad, Donna and I have been kissing each other for weeks now. It was Sunday, family day, just Donna, Stacey and I. we got up, put on our robes and went down to breakfast. We told Stacey about our "date". I complained about Chuck kissing me. She told us not to complain to the boys because they might say something to their uncle who just might put in a bad word with the court and we will have to stay longer. Something about that bothered me but I could not put my finger on it and soon forgot about it. Sunday was our day to get dressed up and go to town. Donna and I asked if we could stay home and have a "girl's day", just us girls. Stacey thought it would be a good idea. Meanwhile I put on a light blue sweater, an ankle length skirt and black platform sandals. Donna got into a long dark blue dress with a halter-top. We discovered that our hair was long enough to put in braids, albeit small braids, but braids. We braided each other's hair. We spent the day just talking. Stacey allowed us to drop our female persona and be boys for a few hours, at least mentally, but it wasn't long before we were again talking about make up and clothes. Donna asked her if she could show us how to use make up so we could look like we did last week. She showed us how, and how to do different things with our hair. I asked Stacey why she had so many girls' things at her house. She said she had never married or had any children and wanted to do something to help kids, especially young girls. She decided to open her home to girls in trouble. She had been doing this for several years. That is why she had so many clothes. When the court approached her with our case, to show two boys what it is like to be a girl, to teach us respect, she took the challenge. So here we were. It was the best day I had since we came to that place, all too soon the day was over. We put on our jammies and went to bed. That was a week ago. It is now a week later, Saturday, Stacey said that tomorrow we will be going to visit a friend of hers. I was looking forward to it because we would get to the mall to get a new dress, or outfit. I knew just the one I wanted. I had seen it in a flier that comes in the mail. I showed the flier to Stacey and she said that I could get it. I hoped it came in my size. Before I get into what happened at the mall, let me tell you about the past week. You must remember that Donna and I have for almost a month now been living as girls and going to school with about 350 other girls. When you do that, something is apt to rub off on you, and it did on me. It was the Monday following our dates with Chuck and Mike. When we started walking to school that day we found them outside the house waiting for us to walk us to school. We walked them to school; they put their arms around us as soon as we met. At school when we parted to go our separate ways they kissed us good by, not only did they kiss us; they kissed us right in front of all the other girls. All morning I kept thinking about that kiss, I think I liked it and by lunch I was convinced I did and I wanted more. When we met for lunch I did not give him a chance to kiss me, I kissed him. I saw Donna looking at me with a smile on his face. About a minute later when Mike joined us, Donna kissed him but he took him in his arms. All during lunch we held hands, it only takes one hand to hold a sandwich, Chuck sat so close to me that our hips touched. There were several hairy moments, especially when Chuck put his hand on my knee and tried working it up my skirt. I was able to push it away. What would happen if he worked his hand all the way up and found other than what he was expecting? Lunch was over and I knew I would be seeing him again after school. I so wanted to talk to Donna to see what he thought about this, but I did not get a chance, Mike and Chuck were waiting for us after school to walk us home. About a block from school was a Pizza Parlor. They wanted to stop for a slice and soda but we told them that we couldn't because we had to get home. They talked us into calling Stacey. We did, and would you believe it, she said it was all right. We stayed for about an hour. They walked us home, kissed us and left. We no sooner got to our room than we started giggling and laughing like two schoolgirls. We both started talking at once. While changing out of our uniforms we calmed down enough to talk. He asked me how my guy kissed, I told him I didn't know if he was good or not having never been kissed by a guy before, or for that fact; I have never been kissed by a girl either, but I did like it. I told him that for all I care he could kiss me all day and into the night. While doing our homework he kept asking me how Chuck kissed, then he kissed me,"Was it like this?" He asked, and kissed me. "No, it was more like this." I said and showed him. Before long we were hugging and kissing each other. We justified it be saying we were practicing for when we were with the guys. Chapter 5 That was Monday. Wednesday I had an incident at school that I will never forget, it was horrible, but I guess it sometimes happens to girls and that is why we were here, to experience what it is like to be a girl. I was called into Mr. Wilson's office Wednesday morning. I knocked on the door and he opened it. I had no idea what he wanted. I was doing the best I could with my school and homework. He took my hand and led me to a leather couch and sat next to me. He put his arm around me and said, "Laura, It is very hard for me to believe you and Donna are really boys, you could fool me anytime." He said and put his hand on my knee just like Chuck had done at the movie and Pizza Shop. I felt that I had no choice but to let him. As he talked to me his hand went all the way up my skirt to between my legs and felt my penis. I felt like I was going to cry, he leaned over and kissed me, but not like Chuck or Donna. I thought I felt his tongue go in my mouth. He kept kissing me and rubbing me for what seemed like hours but was more like minutes. I got an erection; he played with it until I ejaculated. He gave me some paper towels and sent me to the washroom to clean up. I was crying. I cleaned up and stopped crying. He threatened me with a year punishment if I told anyone. I composed myself and went back to class. I didn't tell anyone for a long time. I don't know what the punishment would have been but I wasn't looking forward to finding out. The rest of the week was uneventful. We did get to know each other more; that is, Donna and I got to know Chuck and Mike better. I would have liked to know them when we were boys. I think we would have been good friends. Now we are back to today, Saturday. I was all excited about getting my new dress. I have a lot of dresses and this would not be the first one I would be buying, remember two weeks ago? But this would be the first one I would be buying because I wanted it. I know Donna was thinking the same because we talked about it while looking through the flyer. We were looking at them in the flyer, I showed him the one I wanted and he showed the one he wanted. We were just talking about them at supper and Stacey asked what we were talking about. I told her we thought these dresses were cute, she asked if we wanted them. I had not thought she would really get them for us, to tell the truth, I really did not know if I really wanted it or not; we were just girl talking. I thought about it for awhile, so did Donna, I could see him thinking. "Yes, I guess I do." I said. "Me too." Donna said. I looked at that picture a lot that week. [It is several months later and I am back home reading this. I am surprised at how naturally I was picking out girls' clothes and by the way I was thrilled at what a girl would be thrilled at, such as shopping and being with boys, and how good I was getting at fashions] I kept imagining myself in that dress and hoping they had it in my size. I knew I would simply die if they didn't. Stacey finally drove us to the mall and came in with us. We got to the teen shop and went straight to where our dresses were. I picked mine and Donna got his, we headed for the dressing room to try them on. We both went in the same cubical (we had seen girls do that when they were together. So we did it, we were girls, remember?) We got out of our skirts and tee shirts and helped each other into our dresses. Donna looked terrific in his, which was a camel colored dress with spaghetti straps and an empire waist. It was printed all over with lace and roses in shades of pink. The knee length hem was ruffled and the neck was square, it looked beautiful on him. Now for my dress. It was red with black lace flowers all over it. It was just above my knees. It too had spaghetti straps and a deep "v" neck; mine was a bit more form fitting than his and showed my hips, ass, waist and breasts. I thought it showed a lot of skin on top. We are luckier than the other girls are, if a dress doesn't quite fit in one or two places, we can change our bodies to fit it, thanks to all the padding we used. We went out to show Stacey how we looked. She gushed over our choices and told us how lovely we looked. I loved being told that I was lovely, pretty and beautiful, I guess Donna did too. Just for the fun of it, we tried on a few more dresses and other things. There were several more things I wanted but, out of gratitude for getting me this dress, I did not ask Stacey for them. While Stacey paid for our stuff the manager came over and talked to Stacey. I could hear what they were saying and was a bit surprised at what I heard. The manager was the friend Stacey told us about so long ago when she made us come alone to get the other stuff she made us get. She told Stacey that when she reported to her that we were there to get our stuff, she had the wrong girls. We were not the ones she reported on. She thought two other girls were we because they looked like guys in girl's clothes, I wondered if they like us; were being forced to dress, or were they just ugly girls. I felt good hearing this but did feel a bit sad for the girls who were mistaken for boys. Chapter 6 The next day we wore our new dresses to Stacey's friend's house. I could hardly wait to wear mine; Donna was just as excited to wear his. We had our dresses on real early. Stacey came in as we were posing in front of the mirror, she asked if we wanted to look a bit sexier. Naturally we said yes. She told us to take off our dresses and bras. We did and stood there flat chested in our French panties and hip forms. She showed us how to squeeze our pecks together and run a strip of tape across them to make it look like we had cleavage, it looked even more realistic when we put on our bras and dresses. It really made a difference. I felt a lot older, and sexier, with my cleavage showing and my dress looked even prettier. Then she asked a foolish question. She asked if we wanted to wear make up. The most we usually wore to school, or after, was lipstick and some mascara. Of course we did. She worked on us for awhile. I almost cried when I saw how beautiful we looked. I kissed Stacey and thanked her. I felt so sorry for any girl that wasn't me that day. We drove for about forty-five minutes to Carols' house; Carol is Stacey's friend. Stacey introduced us to Carol. "Didn't that other deal work out?" Carol asked. "What other deal?" Stacey asked. "The one with the boys. Weren't you supposed to be getting some boys this time? Did things change?" "No, I got them, these are them. These two stunning girls are the bad boys. How do they look?" I felt myself getting all red in the face from embarrassment, not from being told that I was a boy, but from being told how pretty I was. "Beautiful. But why do they look like this?" I have no intention of boring you with a word for word conversation, so I will just say that Stacey told her the whole story. Personally, I was thrilled to be mistaken for a girl. I loved it every time it happened. Donna and I were treated just as if we were real girls. We were included in any conversation and were even asked to help with the meal. We were given aprons so as not to soil our dresses. The day passed quickly and before we knew it, we were in the car headed for home. At school that Wednesday I was again called into Mr. Wilson's office. I hoped there would not be a repetition of last week. He opened the door and had his arms around me before the door closed. The first thing he did was to kiss me deeply. I did not respond, I just stood in his embrace with my lips firmly pressed together. He sat me on the couch and felt me up again. Again I came and again he made me promise not to tell. I was getting pretty mad at this. I wished I knew what to do. Friday after school Stacey told us that she had a big surprise for us Saturday. We were going to have visitors. Our mothers were coming to see us, and my sister Lydia. I didn't realize how much I missed them, I loved my sister almost to the point of admiration but I think she hated me. That night Donna and I had our first fight and, believe it or not, it was over a dress. Right after supper we went to our room to get our things ready for our company. We wanted to look our best. I got my dress from last week out of the closet to hang it over the door. Donna asked if he could wear it and I could wear his. I said no. We argued for a few minutes then he grabbed my dress from me. I pushed him and we fell to the floor. We were rolling around the floor fighting when Stacey came in to see what all the noise was about. "What the hell are you girls doing?" She yelled. "I want to wear her dress and she won't let me." Donna told her. (We always refereed to each other in the feminine in front of her.) "I told her she could wear mine." I want to wear my own dress, it is so pretty and I want to look my best for my Mother and sister." I explained. "Why don't you both try on the other dress and see how you look?" We did and I thought I looked good in Donna's dress, not as good as mine but I agreed and we changer dresses. We apologize to Stacey hoping we would not be punished, we weren't. Stacey said we did nothing wrong, this is just the thing girls would do, fight over clothes, "Now, I want you girls to kiss and make up." Sleep did not come easy that night. I tossed and turned most of the night. I heard Donna moving about too, I guess he was as excited to see his mother, as I was to see mine. We got up early that morning but it would be several hours before our moms' would get here. They would be coming by train and would call from the station for us to drive out to pick them up. Donna and I spent the morning getting all our accessories together. I remember changing jewelry three times. Finally it was time to get dressed. It took about a half-hour to get ready, not long for a couple of teen-age girls. The phone rang; we all rushed to answer it. Stacey won. Time to go pick them up. Chapter 7 The drive seemed like three or four hours but was really twenty minutes. We parked the car and went to the waiting room. We were early; they had called from a station up the line so they would not have to wait so long at this station. As it was, we had to wait for them. The train finally arrived. Donna and I stood holding each other's hands while the passengers entered the waiting room. My mom and sister, Lydia, came in and looked directly at me and walked past us, "Mom, Lydia." I screamed. Donna saw his mom at the same time. They looked at us for a few seconds before recognition set in. Neither Donna nor I realized that they never seen us as girls and might not recognize us. I ran to my mom, took her in my arms and kissed her. Lydia hugged me and gave me a girl kiss on my lips. I never thought she would as much as shake my hand. They ooed and aahed us and told us how beautiful we were. After the long trip they wanted to use the ladies room, when we, Donna and I, walked in with them they sort of held back a second or two until we told them that for the past four or five weeks, I was not sure how long it was, the ladies room was all we used now. How would it look with girls going into the boy's room? The drive home was filled with Donna and I telling them all about what we had been doing while here. [Of course we did not tell them about us going with the boys.] My mom and sister were pleased with my school marks. At home I was a "C" student at best; here my marks were B+ to A. At home we changed to skirts and tee shirts. I told Lydia to come on to our room with us while we changed. She looked around our room while we got out of our dresses and walked around in our panties and bras. We had to explain about our padding. She, Lydia, surprised the hell out of me when she told me she had a few old dresses and things that she really didn't want and I could have them. She was sure I would look good in them. I readily agreed, forgetting that when I went home there would be no more dresses. All too soon it was time for them to go. We drove to the train with them and, amid a lot of tears we sent them on their way knowing that if all went right, and what could possibly not go right, we would be together again in a matter of weeks. I was so thrilled that Lydia finally liked me. Sunday afternoon while Chuck and I were walking in the park he hit me with a bombshell. He asked me why I didn't do something about his Uncle sexually abusing me. I stopped in my tracks. "What do you mean?" I asked. I could hardly get the words out. Did his Uncle tell him everything? "I mean when he has you in his office and molests you, why do you take it?" "Did he tell you about that? What did he tell you?" "He told me he plays with your penis until you cum all over yourself." He must have seen the look on my face as I pulled my hand from his and backed away. He took my hand in his and pulled me back to him. "What is the matter?" He asked tenderly. "Do you mean you know I am a guy?" "Yes. Didn't you know I knew, I thought you did?" "No..." "Let me tell you something. Mike and I are BI-sexual but prefer guys. When our Uncle, who is full blown gay, told us about you guys coming to the girls school we wanted to see if we could hit on you. We never attended dance class before you came. My uncle pointed you out to us. We liked what we saw, we picked you up and the rest is history." I think I was pleased he knew about us, I felt guilty about fooling him, but it was he and Mike that were really doing the fooling. He bent down and kissed me. Now that I did not have to fool him, I put a lot into that kiss. I don't know when the change came that made me want to be his girlfriend. Remember, this all started because I was looking to hang out with guys because I needed a brake from all those girls all the time. I went home a much happier girl then when I left. I Told Donna about being abused and that Mike knew he was a boy. He seemed pleased as I was that he did not have to worry about slipping up and being found out. He said that Mr. Wilson had not abused him. I was called to Mr. Wilson's office again, this time I was ready for him. I didn't know how but I was going to put him in his place. As before, he took my hand and led me to the couch. I dropped his hand and stood before him with my arms folded under my breasts. He again kissed me and again I kept my lips firmly together. He stepped back about a step and to my horror, opened his pants and took out his penis. He again put his arms around me and kissed me. My arms were still folded over my chest between us. "Why don't you do something?" He asked, and I did. I moved my right arm down until I was able to touch his penis, as much as it disgusted me; I took it in my hands. I was able to grab his balls. He must have thought I was going to play with him because he started to smile, I wasn't. I started to squeeze. I knew I was hurting him because he let go of me and told me to stop, no, he begged me to stop. "You are hurting me." "I know," I said, "And I am going to hurt you a lot more." I told him, still squeezing. He started to go to the floor; I went with him, still squeezing. I told him that if he ever touched me or any of the other girls again, I would report him to the police. I told him that I had nothing to lose, that they could do nothing to me for attending a girl's school because I was sent here by the court system. I told him that he would not only lose his job for abusing me, he would probably go to jail. He was in tears by this time, I gave one last squeeze and let go. He got to his feet, zipped up and gave me the meanest look I had ever gotten. "By." I said Just before I left his office I gave him a kiss to remember me by. "See what you are missing by not being nice." Chuck and I had worked out the words I used but, not knowing the events, I played it by ear. The rest of the stay was easy going now that I had gotten rid of Mr. Wilson. He quit his job the next day. Rumors started that he had been molesting girls for years and that he had disappeared, he police were looking for him. Donna and I did not have to be so careful now that the boys knew what we had between our legs. Making out was more fun and the guys got a lot of use from our plumbing. We never became what you would call lovers, but for appearance sake, we made it look that way, and the guys treated us like we were girls and we loved being treated that way. Chapter 8 It was the last day of our stay there. Stacey said we could have a small party for the boys so we could say good by to them the way boys and girls are supposed to say goodbye. Our time was up and we were getting ready to go home after spending two months as girls. We still had at least three days left of our sentence but we would be spending that time in our own homes so we had packed some dresses. We also packed the clothes we acquired for ourselves. I was glad of that because I had two dresses that I simply loved, I might get a chance to wear them from time to time, in private. Stacey said we had about a half-hour before we started for the train station. We got into our traveling clothes; mine was a black top with short split sleeves and a ruffled edge and a short -A line skirt with an elastic waist. It was black, covered with flowers and came to mid thigh. I wore dark pantyhose and black platform sandals. Donna wore something that had become one of his favorite outfits, a red turtleneck sweater and a short solid black skirt. He wore black fishnet pantyhose and shoes similar to mine. I heard the doorbell ring. Stacey went to answer it. Chuck and Mike came for a last good by. I thought we had said our last good by last night. I guess it wasn't enough for them. We finished packing; there really wasn't much to pack. Stacey was getting impatient so we, the guys and us, had no time for more than a kiss good by. We waved as we pulled out of the driveway. We got to the train station with just enough time to say good by to Stacey. I knew I would miss her. This past two months with her were a lot of fun once we realized who was boss. The trip was fun, a couple of guys tried to hit on us but we ignored them. As far as I was concerned, I no longer had to put up with being treated like a girl. I have learned to respect girls and would give them the respect they deserved, and except for the lovely clothes I would get to wear, I am glad I am not a girl. Pulling into the station we got our bags from the overhead compartment with the help of the guys I told you about earlier. They were going on so I knew I would not have to put up with them trying to hit on us any more. In the waiting room Donna's mother was waiting for him, mine was nowhere in sight. I asked her if she was driving me home. She said no and she was sure my mother would be along shortly. They left before Donna, I guess I can use his real name, Ralph, and I could say goodbye. Just then my sister, Lydia, and her three best friends came through the door; mom just could not get away so she asked if Lydia could get her friends to pick me up. Her friend Sally was the first to see me. They hugged me and kissed me and told me how cute I was. I wondered how she knew me, none of them had ever seen me in a dress, and there was no reason to because before this, I had never worn a dress. Lydia had taken some pictures of me when she came to visit. I guess she showed them and Sally recognized me. This hugging and kissing was a surprise because I thought they hated me. At home mom greeted me and I went to my room. I had to go to the bathroom and when I came back the girls had my things unpacked and were looking at the few things I brought home. Two changes a day for three days, plus one or two for good luck. Tina, one of my sister's friends asked if she could try on my red dress; the red one I bought for my visit to Carol's house. I told her to go ahead. She did. She took off her shorts and halter right in front of me and tried on the dress. She looked good in it but I think I looked better. Now might be a good time to introduce Lydia's friends. There is the aforementioned Tina; she was Lydia's best friend, Sally, Tina's twin sister and Barbara, the twin's older sister at 19. The other girls and Lydia were seventeen, one year older than I was. Later they wanted to go for a walk and asked me if I wanted to go with them. I had never been included in anything they did before and was happy to join in. I changed into a blue tee shirt and pair of matching shorts. With my padding I looked as good as any of them. Just as we reached the sidewalk I realized something none of us seemed to have thought of. I was dressed as a girl, in my own neighborhood. What if some one saw me? And someone did. Three or four guys from my school walked by at that time. "Hi ladies," they said and kept walking without giving us a second glance. Had I changed that much? I guess I did because we met quite a few people, kids and adults, who knew me and no one paid any attention. Then they wanted to stop for a slice of Pizza and a soda. I thought that would be pushing it and declined. Tina asked if we went somewhere else would I go. I said I think that would work. We walked back home and got in Barbara's car and drove to a Pizza Place in her neighborhood. We hung out there for awhile and Barbara drove us, Lydia and me, back home. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed that afternoon, I mentioned before that I loved my sister and was very fond of her friends but they never paid any attention to me, that afternoon, I was the center of attention. Maybe it was because I was away for so long they missed me. I promised myself that if I ever found what made them change, I would do it all the time. Lydia asked me at supper if, while I was away, we had a pajama party. I said no. "Well...you are having one tonight, Tina and Sally want you to have one before it is too late. What do you think?" Remembering all the fun I had seen them having when Lydia had them over here for the night I agreed. We helped mom with the dishes. The girls came over about eight. Every time Lydia and her friends had a sleepover they took over the finished basement and did so this time. At about nine we got in our nightgowns and robes and settled down to watch a horror movie. During the movie Tina asked if she could put my hair up in rollers. I told her to give it a shot. It felt weird to have them in, but I did not complain, I loved the pampering. Later we decided to put make up on each other, now that is something I could do; after all, I had two months of practice. At bedtime they laid out two sleeping bags, Tina and Sally crawled into one and Lydia in the other. I looked around, "Where am I supposed to sleep?" I asked. "Tina and Sally are sisters and they are sleeping together, you and I are sisters, so we sleep together." Lydia answered. Then it hit me; I knew what was going on. I realized why they were treating me so nice; they were looking at me as one of the girls, as Lydia's sister. Well, if I were one of the girls, I'd be one of the girls and Lydia's sister. I crawled in her sleepingbag with her. As with most, if not all, sleepovers, there was not much sleep. I did find out a lot. Some things I suspected and some were a complete surprise. I suspected that Tina and Sally were lesbians, and I was right. I found out Lydia was a lesbian and that was a surprise. Sally and Tina were not only lesbians they were also lovers. The biggest surprise was that from the first time Lydia saw me as a girl...she fell in love with me. How perverted can that be? Guess what...I didn't care. Remember...I told you that I love my sister. Now she loves me as her sister, and her girlfriend. I could live with that. We talked well into the night. I loved being held in Lydia's arms. I even took a chance and kissed her good night, rolled over and soon fell asleep. The next thing I knew is it was morning and Lydia was waking me with a kiss. We ate breakfast in our gowns and robes. Tina took the rollers out of my hair and went to work with a brush and hairspray. I was satisfied with the results We decided to get dressed to go to Sally and Tina's after getting dressed. I put on a pair of brown plaid spandex pants with a back zipper. My padding allowed me to wear tight pants because it helped smooth out between my legs, and a camel colored rib knit turtleneck sweater with bell sleeves. I found out that a turtleneck sort of made my breasts look firmer and fuller. Barbara came to pick us up. I was glad because I am not a homebody and I could not be walking the streets in my neighborhood in girl's clothes, maybe no one would notice but I didn't want to take a chance. I still had today and tomorrow left. I gave mom a hug and kiss and left with the girls. We all piled out and went directly to the twins' room so they could change, they did not bring a change for the sleepover. I started to leave the room when they started undressing. They stopped me; they kept telling me I was one of the girls. I hoped they would not get completely naked, I don't know what would happen being in the same room with a bunch (2) of naked teen-age girls. Tina and Sally lived with their sister Barbara, 21, who was taking care of them since their parents died six months ago. I don't remember if I told you that before but I am telling it now. We got right to work making salads and stuff for a cookout. We ran out of bread and a few other things. Lydia and I walked to the store for it. At the checkout Lydia met some guys she knew. They lived in the house behind Barbara and knew the sisters and Lydia. Lydia introduced me as her sister to the guys. They offered to drive us home, which Lydia accepted. Lydia and I sat in back of the car with one of the three guys. Back at the house they were invited to the cookout, it was the polite thing to do, after all They did drive us home. It warmed up in the afternoon. Everyone changed into shorts and tee shirt or halters. Sally was closest to my size and gave me something of hers so that I could change. We did it all in the same room. I chose a white tee shirt with a picture of three girls and "best buds" on it and a pair of cut off genes. Maybe because I was wearing something that a real girl had worn I felt just a little more feminine, more like a girl. I had been told that I had good legs and was proud of them so I kept them shaved. While we were changing Lydia told me that Hal, one of the guys who drove us home, was asking about me, she said she thinks he likes me because he was asking a lot of questions about me, like, did I have a boyfriend. "What did you tell him?" "Well...I told him that you don't go with boys. You don't...Do you?" "No. Of course not. Except for Chuck who I told you about last night and that was only because I had to. How do I look?" I asked turning around in front of the mirror to see all around. "Gorgeous. Now get your tight little ass out of here. We have to bring the food out in the back yard." A thought struck me, "Who is Hal? Is he the one with the red hair?" "Yes, why?" "Maybe I'll play along with him, after all, I will only be here today. Tomorrow after court, Laura will no longer exist so she will never be here again." "Go for it, toots," she said and slapped my ass. I did go for it. In the yard I waited for him to make the first move. I wasn't pushy or aggressive I was just receptive to his advances. I had him waiting on me hand and foot. Of course there is the down side, He sat next to me and had to be always touching me, but I did not mind too much, Chuck had done a lot more than that. He did ask me to go out with him but I refused, telling him I was only here this weekend, He looked so sad. Just after dark Barbara drove us home but not before Hal tried to kiss me good by. I turned my face so that all he got was my cheek. Lydia teased me on the ride home. "Here we have three girls and a guy, and whome does this cute guy hit on? Not the girls. It's a good thing we are lesbians or we might get jealous." "When you got it, flaunt it." I said patting the back of my hair and smiling. Chapter 9 It was the last day of my sentence. Today, sadly, Laura would cease to exist and David would be reborn. How would I react being called by my real name? Lydia had to leave for school at eight, my court time was eleven but I got up early enough to say goodbye. "See you after school, love," she said and kissed me. After breakfast mom combed and sprayed my hair and helped me get dressed. Actually, she helped pick out what I was going to wear. I knew I was going to wear my good red dress so she picked out my undies and some jewelry and shoes. I didn't know if I wanted to be released or not. I loved the way I looked and felt as a girl. Sometimes I hoped it would never end; but it had to. It was time to head for the courthouse. I sprayed a little of Lydia's perfume on my wrists and between my breasts. At the courthouse I looked for and found Donna. He was standing by the courtroom by himself. He was wearing his favorite outfit, the red turtleneck sweater and short black skirt. I went over to him and gave him a hug and kiss. I asked where his mother was. He told me she was in the ladies room and would be right back. She came out and the four of us waited together to be called. Our case finally came up. Due to the nature of our case it was held in private in the judges' quarters, just me, my Mother, Donna, and his Mother. We were released; this was our last day as girls. Our mothers took us home but not before we stopped at a restaurant for something to eat. As soon as we entered the restaurant we, Donna and I, headed for the ladies room. We finished our business and were checking our make up when we looked at each other, He took me by my hand and led me to an empty stall, they were all empty, as was the ladies room. We made up for not seeing each other for the last three days. As we left the stall a lady came in. She must have seen us coming out of the same stall and our dresses and make up all messed up. "That is so disgusting," she said just loud enough for us to hear. I wonder what she would have thought if she knew we were boys, in dresses, in the ladies room, making out, she would have stories to tell her grandkids. We fixed our selves, straightened our dresses, and just to bust her balls; kissed each other again. Giggling, we left the ladies room. We parted in the parking lot. Donna and I, knowing that the next time we saw each other we would be just plane ol' Ralph and David, hugged and kissed, maybe for the last time. At home I did not want to get out of my dress but I had no choice. I showered and put on my jeans and a shirt; it felt strange not having boobs and hips. Mom gave me something to straighten my hair; if it did not work I would have to get it cut before tomorrow when I went back to school. When Lydia came home from school and saw me she said, "Oh, your back, welcome home." She seemed not as warm as she had been before. At school the next day Ralph and I got together and he gave me some bad news. He was moving in a week. We had only a week together. We became the center of attraction for being in "jail". The school was told that we would be put away when we left. All anyone knew was that we were away for two months, thank heaven, not what we were doing. I felt so bad about Ralphmoving, he had always been my best friend and these two months made us even closer. We spent the rest of the week together until he moved. He visited me his last night, and what a visit. He told me something that really shocked me. Chapter 10 "Dave, do you remember when we first had to put on those dresses, I was the first to do it? And when we had to go shopping, I was always the one to more or less lead? And who was the one to give our boyfriends a kiss? It was I, remember? As a matter of fact it was me that even first wanted to go out with them, right?" I thought for a minute. "Yes, now that you mention it, it was you." "Do you know why?" he asked nervously. "Well... no. What are you trying to say?" "I have been wearing dresses for most of my life and...I am gay." A few moments of silence followed. "Then that wasn't as hard on you as it was on me, was it?" "No it was even fun being allowed to do it all day long and to go out in public. I never did that before, I always did it in the house with my mother. Now that I know I could pass with no problem I intend to do it a lot more. Up till now she was the only one who knew. I'm telling you this because I know it will be safe with you. I only wish I could have told you sooner." "Wow. You are so lucky. Imagine dressing in dresses all your life. How much fun that would be." He was sitting on my bed next to me. He leaned over and kissed me, I kissed him back but it seemed different, maybe because we were both boys now and boys don't kiss each other. His mother called to leave. "I think I love you." He said. "I'll always remember the fun we had ...Laura." "Me too ...Donna," I said, knowing we may never see each again; we kissed and held it till we had to stop to breathe. I was very sad loosing my best friend; I did not hold it against him for not telling me about his secret life. I think I would have done the same. I just moped around the house for the next two weeks or so. Lydia must have felt sorry for me because one day, a Friday, she asked if there was anything she could do to cheer me up. I told her no, thanks. Later that day her friends came over and spent about an hour in her room. When they came out Lydia handed me a bundle she had in her arms. "Do you want these?" she asked. I took it and saw that it was a couple of dresses. "What are these?" I asked. "I told you I had some dresses I didn't want. These are they. Why don't you put one on, pack some things and spend the night with us. We can have a sleepover, go to a movie and you can just be one of the girls again for a couple of days." It took a few seconds to realize what she wanted, she wanted Laura. "I can't do that, I don't have anything here. Mom sent everything back to Stacey," "No she didn't. They're down in the basement. Do you want me to go get them?" "You're kidding, do I really still have my stuff, my red dress, and can I really be one of the girls again?" "Sure, now we will get your stuff and you better be in just your robe when we get back." I looked through the things she gave me and found something I liked. I was in my bathrobe when she brought my things from the cellar. I found my padding, this was the most important thing, without that I would have no feminine body. They waited in her room while I got dressed. I found a light blue peasant style top with an elastic neck and short sleeves and a long, ankle length cotton skirt with an elastic waist and two wide lace inserts. I had seen Lydia wear it many times. I had to borrow a pair of Lydia's shoes because I had nothing that would go with this outfit. Barbara came to pick them... us, up just as they finished my make up. I could have done it myself, but I loved being pampered. Upon arr