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The AltSchool Effect Synopsis: When Sky begins tutoring a student at the nearby Alternative School he doesn't realize that their time spent together will evolve into her developing a plan to feminize him - and that she'll receive assistance from some unexpected sources. Freshman Year - Back when I was in the sixth grade, one of my friends and I had been exploring an old warehouse building several blocks from my house. It had been abandoned for many years and just about anything that had any value at all had been stripped out but we weren't looking to take anything - just wanted to wander around in its huge, echoing empty spaces and see what it looked like. When we got to the top floor it was pretty messy, flocks of pigeons and other birds had been nesting in it for years and as we walked along our sneakers stirred up clouds of dust from the bird droppings that covered the floor. By the time we'd finished exploring and left the building we both had a light covering of powdery white bird droppings on our clothes and as soon as I got home I showered and ran my clothes through the laundry. Well, a couple of months after that I started feeling tired all the time and then developed a low grade fever and a dry cough. When this lasted for over a week Mom took me to the doctor and after he listened to my breathing with a stethoscope he ordered a chest X-ray and after reviewing that, announced that I had some sort of fungal infection in my lungs - probably Histoplasmosis, he said, and then asked me if I had been exposed to bird droppings in the past six months. I remembered the pigeon poop in the warehouse and told him about that. He said something about how the spores that cause Histoplasmosis thrive in bird droppings and that if you inhale any of the dust, the spores get into your lungs and begin to multiply. At that point I was, like, getting kind of worried - like I had mushrooms growing in my lungs or something? But the doctor went on to say that the disease generally isn't serious and with extended bed rest that the body can fight off the infection. "So," I asked him, "what's 'extended' mean?" "Could be anything from a few months up," he answered, "you've got a pretty good case so it might be as long as a year." When she heard that Mom kind of gasped and asked him if there wasn't some medicine that I could take that would cure me faster. He replied that there are anti-fungal drugs but they can have serious side effects and are not recommended for someone who hasn't gone through puberty, so they prescribe those only if bed rest isn't successful. And in fact he was underestimating things for it was seventeen months of bed rest before X-rays showed that the infection was gone. Now, just lying in bed and watching TV and having Mom take care of all the chores around the house wasn't too bad - at first. But after a couple of months it began to get to be kind of boring, and then really boring. I couldn't have any friends visit because the doctor thought that while it was unlikely, there was some chance that I could infect them if I coughed at the wrong time. So basically I lost almost two years out of my life - missed two years of school - and when I could go back to school again I was in classes with kids that had been two years behind me before my illness. The other thing was that while just lying in bed and not exercising, I had gained some weight and was now on the chubby side - well, worse than chubby - I was fat! And with no exercising or physical activity for seventeen months my muscle tone was shot and I had lost a lot of body strength. One of the first times I got out of the house with the permission of the doctor, I went swimming in the community pool and it was awful! Mom had to get me a pair of swim trunks with a 44" waist and even then there was this big roll of fat that hung down over the top of the trunks. And I had a big second chin, and between my chin and my waist, I had these two huge "boy tits." When I waddled out of the changing room at the pool my belly was swinging from side to side and my boy tits were bouncing up and down. The guys were staring at me and the girls were giggling. I was so embarrassed that I turned around and waddled back into the changing room and call Mom and asked her to come and get me. After that embarrassing event I realized that I didn't want to waddle through life and began dieting and exercising. By the time I started my Freshman year in high school I'd managed to lose almost all of the extra weight that I had put on during my illness but I had only regained some of my muscle tone. I had always had a slim build, and once I lost most of the extra weight that I had gained while bedridden, I had regained my slim build even though my body just had this sort of "soft" look to it. I had made a few friends with the kids in my classes but they were two years younger than me and seemed, well, kind of immature. I'd tried hanging around with the kids that I'd been in classes with before I got sick but they were Juniors now and, well, Juniors don't hang around with Freshmen. I wouldn't say that I was isolated but I didn't do much socially and devoted most of my time and effort to my studies - with the result that I was getting pretty good grades. So when the weekly school newspaper had an article about how students with good grades were needed as tutors to work one-on-one with students at the Alternative School several blocks away I was mildly interested. And when the article continued to say how the student tutors would get paid on an hourly basis I got really interested. I didn't really know what an Alternative School was but I thought that it might be for kids who didn't fit into regular schools, and it must be okay because otherwise they would never had run the article in the school paper, would they? So anyway, I filled out an application and dropped it off in the Guidance Office and when I hadn't heard anything for several months I kind of forgot about the application. That is, until shortly after Christmas Break when I got a note asking me to come down to the Guidance Office. When I stopped by during a study hall I was told that there was a student at the AltSchool (Guess that is some sort of abbreviation for Alternative School?) that was having trouble with math and since that was a strong area for me, that they thought I might be a good match and was I interested. "Well ..... uh ..... yeah maybe ..... but like it does pay ..... doesn't it?" I asked. When I was told that it paid $9.50 an hour I was hooked so I signed up. About a week later my homeroom teacher handed me a note from the Guidance Office that I had an appointment with a Freshman named Makki Corso over at the AltSchool after my classes were over that afternoon. "Makki Corso," I thought, "what kind of name is that? Sounds like some kind of Hawaiian-Italian name!" So anyway, I went over to the AltSchool after class that afternoon - I'd walked past it before but had never gone in so I had to wander around a little before I found the office. I went in and showed them the note from the Guidance Office and the lady behind the counter told me to just go down the hall to the Library and that Makki would be down shortly. So I went into the Library and found an empty table and sat down and after about five minutes I heard this soft voice behind me, "Pardon me, I'm Makki Corso. Are you my tutor?" I got up and turned around and ..... HOLY SHIT MAKKI CORSO WAS A GIRL! She was a good 4" taller than I was and had a slim build with a kind of olive complexion and long straight black hair and she was wearing a skirt and some sort of blouse-like top. I mean, she wasn't bad looking but I'd thought that I'd be tutoring some guy - not a girl. I guess I was staring at her with my mouth open as she just giggled a little and asked if we could get started because she had to leave shortly to go home and help her mother cook dinner. Makki and I sat down at the table and just chatted for about fifteen minutes - I was trying to get an idea of what math courses she had taken so far and what kind of problems was she having and how could I help her. It kind of sounded like she just wasn't good at math and as long as someone sat down with her one-on-one she was okay but when she got into a classroom with little individual attention she just couldn't keep up. So we agreed that I'd come over on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons and tutor her and after a couple of weeks we would see how things were going and maybe adjust the schedule. And that was that. As I was leaving I glanced around the Library and thought, "Man, are there some real winners at this school" - some of the kids had all these piercings and some had goth makeup and a couple of the girls looked kind of spaced out - just staring off into space - and one fat guy had his head down on his arms and he was snoring. "At least Makki is one of the more normal ones," I thought. When I got home late that afternoon, Mom was asking me how the first tutoring session had gone and I told her it was okay. Then Mom asked, "So Sky, I assume that you're tutoring a girl? At least I can smell a little of her perfume on your clothes." "Uh, yeah, Makki's a girl," I said as I lifted my arm up and sniffed at my sleeve and could smell just a little of her scent from where our arms had brushed up against each other. "Cute?" Mom asked. "Any interest there?" "Oh come on Mom," I said as I blushed, "I've only met her once ..... and ..... and she's taller than I am." And I blushed some more. Mom just kind of smiled and turned her back on me as she went back to fixing supper. So for the rest of my Freshman year I tutored Makki after school - usually twice a week, sometimes three times a week if she was having trouble with a particular concept and after awhile we got to be friends. Oh, not boy-girl kinds of friends, just friend-friends. We'd chat a little about the new songs that we liked, or what was good on TV the last couple of days, or movies that we had seen or were planning to see. I never learned much about Makki's home life other than that her mother was a single parent and that she had never known her Dad - I told her that almost made two of us as my father had walked out on my mother when I was three years old and he's had no contact with us since. But as much as I liked Makki, there was something about her ..... well, just something that seemed a little ..... well, I couldn't put my finger on it but she was just, sort of "different" in a subtle way. She didn't appear to have many friends at the AltSchool and in a way it seemed like she was closer to me than to the other kids at her school. We kept in touch during summer vacation through phone calls every couple of weeks but we never got together or did anything socially. Sophomore Year - In my first tutoring session of the new school year with Makki I couldn't believe how much she had grown over the summer. Like, last year she had been maybe 4" taller than I was but now she towered over me by almost 8". Then as she walked toward the table where I was sitting I realized that she was wearing these shoes with these really high platform heels. "You like the new look?" She asked as she saw me looking at her, "I think it makes my legs look much longer and slimmer," and she did a slow pirouette to show off her figure for me. I had to admit that she did look nice but until we sat down at the table I felt kind of uncomfortable having to look up to talk to this girl who was so much taller than I was. It was at the third tutoring session with Makki that I noticed something. She had worn a tight pair of jeans and as she walked into the Library and I smiled and waved at her it looked as though ..... well, as though she had a bulge in the crotch of her jeans. As she sat down next to me it was even more prominent and I guess she saw me staring at it as she frowned and said, "You don't have to stare at me you know. I know these jeans are too tight but they were all that I had that was clean when I got up this morning." "Uh, yes," I said, "it's just kind of funny because they make you look more like a ..... well, more like a guy than a girl down there." Makki's eyes got really big and she stared at me for a moment before saying, "Sky, you didn't know ..... that is ..... no one told you that ..... that I'm a guy? Well at least physically but not mentally, and maybe not even physically forever and ....." And her voice just trailed off. I was like Ohmygod I've been tutoring her for a half a year and all the time I thought she was a girl and she's, I mean he's, really a guy? I think I must have had this awful look on my face for he ..... uh, she ..... uh, Makki leaned back away from me a little and then said, "That's why I'm attending AltSchool. The kids at my other school were picking on me and I got beat up a couple of times," and she brushed back one of her bangs to show me a small scar on her forehead. "I got this when someone hit me with a tray in the Cafeteria." She paused for a minute and then continued, "So, now where does that leave us? You still want to tutor me?" "Uh ..... yes ..... sure, I mean, like, why not," I stammered. "Well, some kids don't like to be around me because of the way I dress and act," and she leaned forward and put her hand over mine on the table and rubbed it gently, "I'm glad to see that you're different." Man, it was like I felt a shock when she touched me. Way too much was happening way too fast. Like, I'd just found out that the girl I thought was a girl was really a guy and now here he was sitting next to me and rubbing my hand! "Yeah, well, let's get today's session going," I said as I pulled my hand away from her. The funny thing was, that after the initial shock, after a couple more weeks worth of tutoring sessions things were, like, almost back to the way they had been before I found out about Makki. I was even back to just thinking of her as a friend and not necessarily as a girl - or even a guy. So, often during the tutoring sessions we'd even chat about things and I remember one time when somehow we got off on the subject of makeup and I commented about how nice her eye makeup and lip gloss looked and asked her if it didn't take a long time to put on her makeup in the morning. "Not once you know what you're doing," she answered, "I've got it down to five or ten minutes. Here, let me show you," and she reached down into her backpack and took out a small bag with her cosmetics in it. Well, just about that time I realized that she was going to put makeup on me and I'm, like, protesting and moving my chair back away from her and she got this really disgusted look on her face and said, "Oh for god's sake Sky, it's not like I'm going to cut off your balls or anything. Stop being such a sissy!" So I gritted my teeth and let her put the makeup on me - eye liner and eyeshadow and some lipstick. When she was done she let me look at myself in the little mirror she carried in her makeup bag and while I couldn't see my whole face, my eyes really did look different and my lips looked fuller. And then the fire alarm went off. We found out later that it was a false alarm set off by one of the AltSchool kids but the teachers were yelling at us to evacuate the building and we had to grab up all of our stuff and get out fast. Actually, it was kind of neat to stand on the sidewalk and watch the fire trucks come rolling up with their lights and sirens on and then see the firemen rushing into the building. After about fifteen minutes they came back out and announced that it was a false alarm but by then it was too late to go back in and continue the tutoring session so Makki and I said goodbye to each other and I walked home to supper. As I walked into the house Mom looked at me and then did a double take and I realized that, Oh Shit - I'd forgotten about the makeup in the excitement of the fire evacuation! I mumbled something about how, "..... there had been some sort of makeup contest at the school and the girls had all picked a guy and put makeup on them .....," and headed off to the bathroom to wash it off. The funny thing was that once I got a chance to look at myself in the bigger mirror in the bathroom, I realized what a nice job Makki had done and how my eyes looked bigger, and sort of "luminous," and how my lips looked much fuller and how the lip gloss made them sparkle a little. "Gee, that's not too shabby," I thought as I admired her handiwork for several minutes before I washed it off. A month or so after that the weather was unusually warm for a late fall day and I guess the AltSchool had switched their HVAC systems over from cooling to heating as the Library was a little warm and stuffy. I was just wearing jeans and a T-shirt and Makki was wearing a mid-length skirt and a tan blouse. She had the top couple of buttons on the blouse undone and a little of the upper part of her chest was exposed. I was doing my "guy thing," leaning over a little and trying to peer down into her blouse and I guess she saw me because she smiled and said, "You like these?" And she looked around to make sure that no one was watching us and reached up with her hands and cupped the two mounds that were pushing against the inside of her blouse and bounced them up and down a little. I was really embarrassed that she'd caught me staring at her and I could feel my face getting really hot and she looked at me and smiled and giggled a little before saying, "That's okay. I take that as a complement." "Uh, yeah, but ..... uh ..... they're ..... they can't ..... uh ..... guys don't have breasts," I stammered. "They do if they've been taking these," she said as she reached into her backpack and pulled out a bottle of small white tablets. "They're ..... uh ..... what are those?" I asked. "Hormones. Female hormones." "So, uh, you've really got .....," and I let my voice trail off. "What you see now is really mostly a padded bra. But yes I do have small ones. And the longer I take the pills the bigger they'll get, along with some other changes. Want to try a pill or two?" And she rolled the bottle across the table to me. I jumped back from it as though it were a piece of red hot metal and she giggled, "Oh you guys are too much. Afraid to even touch a glass bottle. Don't worry, your dick won't fall off or anything," and she giggled a little more and reached out and picked up the bottle and stuck it back into her backpack. I was getting really confused now. Makki was a boy and I guess I could accept her wearing girl's clothes, but taking hormones to become more feminine? I guess my confusion must have shown on my face for she continued, "Sky, ever since I can remember I've thought of myself as a girl and not a boy. Eventually I went through a lot of counseling sessions with my mother and the counselor, and my Mom finally agreed that raising me as a boy was not the right thing to do so she started buying me girl's clothes instead of boy's clothes, and then around puberty my counselor worked with a doctor to get me started on hormones. It's been tough at times - my last school was a nightmare and even this place isn't that great - but at least I don't get beat up anymore - and you're the closest thing to a friend that I've got," and she smiled at me. Man, I wasn't sure how much of this I really wanted to hear - oh, the part about the friendship was fine with me - but the idea of someone changing their body to look more like the opposite sex? "Yeah, well just don't slip any of those pills into my soda when I'm not looking," I finally said and we both laughed at that and went on with the tutoring session. At the end of our last tutoring session before Christmas break, she handed me a small present and said, "Happy Holidays - and don't open this in front of your mother." As soon as I got home I made sure that Mom was still out shopping and I opened the present to find - some makeup and a package of girl's panties! What the heck was going on here? Why would Makki give me those things? I just hid them away in my closet where Mom wouldn't find them. Mom and I had a pretty quiet Christmas - exchanged a few presents and went out to eat a couple of times and that was it. Things were even quieter between Christmas and New Year's and I was just lying in my bed one morning - kind of daydreaming and rubbing my dick - not really jerking off - just playing with it a little. And for some reason my thoughts drifted to Makki and how she was wearing makeup and how (I assumed) she was wearing girl's underwear as well and all of a sudden I had this big erection, and of course I didn't want to waste it so I jerked off. Afterwards as I was cleaning up and taking a shower I started thinking about the makeup and panties that she had given me and I got another erection and I didn't waste that one either - just took a little longer the second time. So anyway, when I was getting dressed after drying off I went to my closet and pulled out the panties and makeup and pulled on a pair of the panties - wow, did they feel different than my "tightie whities" - not better or worse - just different. And then, standing there in front of the mirror in just my panties I opened the container of eyeshadow (She'd gotten me a light violet color.) and brushed a little around my eyes. As I looked in the mirror I realized that I'd learned two things: 1) The eyeshadow did look like, well, sort of nice on me and ; 2) I really had to practice applying it as I had done a really sloppy job. Just then I heard Mom's car pull into the garage so I quickly washed off the eyeshade and pulled on a pair of jeans to cover up the panties. At the first tutoring session after vacation Makki looked at me and said, "Wow, the eyeshadow does look nice on you." I hadn't even thought that she'd notice it because for the past several days when I got up in the morning I had been putting on a little eyeshadow, not much, just a little so that I could barely tell I had any on when I looked in the mirror - but I guess that girls notice stuff like that more than guys. "And the other things I gave you, are you wearing them?" I didn't say anything but felt my face get really hot as I blushed. She smiled and laughed a little and said, "See - I had a pretty good idea that you'd like that Christmas present." And if someone had asked me why I had started wearing panties and putting on eyeshadow, I wouldn't have known how to answer them - it was just sort of like it felt right or something. And when I was at school and walking through the halls I'd notice how my panties felt different than my Jockey briefs and I'd think, "Man, you other guys have no idea what I'm wearing under my jeans," and sometimes I'd giggle just a little. Later that spring I was scratching my head during a tutoring session. "Will you cut that out? You're driving me crazy just watching you sit there and scratch," she finally said. "Well, you'd scratch too if it itched." Makki got up and came over and looked down at my scalp. "Eeewwwww! You've got dandruff. And your hair is all greasy. Don't you have any shampoo in the house?" "Well, all I've got in the bathroom that I use is a bar of Dial soap. Mom might have some in her bathroom but she keeps leaving her underwear hanging all over in there while it dries so I avoid that room," I said. Makki just shook her head and mumbled something about, "..... guys ....." So at the next tutoring session she handed me a bag with a couple of bottles and a hairbrush in it. "Shampoo and conditioner," she said, "I want you to shampoo every other day - and put conditioner on when you shampoo - and use this hairbrush to brush your hair every night." "Yeah, sure," I mumbled, eager to get off the subject. But I did use the shampoo and conditioner that night and then brushed my hair as it dried. Wow! Not only was the itching all gone but the conditioner made my hair look really full and shiny. The only problem was that as I brushed my hair I realized how overdue I was for a haircut - you couldn't see my ears at all and my hair brushed the tops of my shoulders. "Are you wearing perfume?" Mom asked me the next morning. I was like, "What's she talking about," I thought and then I remembered that the shampoo and conditioner that Makki had given me had been scented but I hadn't thought about how much "staying power" the scent had. "Uh, I'm trying this new shampoo," I answered. "That's probably it," she responded, "It smells pretty." "Pretty?" I thought, "Like, give me a break. Guys aren't supposed to smell 'pretty'." Makki told me how much nicer my hair looked the next time that she saw me and got this look of horror on her face when I said that I was going to get it cut. "No way! It looks so nice now, you don't want to get it cut. You just need to trim the ends a little - I can do that for you. And you just need to part it like this," and she pulled a comb out of her backpack and combed and arranged my hair a little and then said, "There. Comb it that way." "Yes boss," I thought. Junior Year - The apartment complex where Makki lives has this swimming pool and she invited me over to swim a couple of times. I'd be wearing my baggy boy's trunks and she'd be wearing ..... well ..... uh, this, like, really tiny bikini. And she really looked good in it - she'd been sunbathing, I guess, because her olive complexion had darkened to this really deep tan - which contrasted with the white fabric of her bikini. The only thing that surprised me the first time I saw her wearing it was that you couldn't see her ..... well ..... her dick. I remembered how I'd seen this bulge in her jeans that time that tipped me off that there was something funny going on but, nope, no bulge. I finally got up the courage to ask her if the pills had made it shrink up, or anything, but she just said that no, it was pretty much like it had always been but she was keeping it tucked down and back between her legs when she wore tight clothing. Eewwww - the idea of having my dick tucked down between my legs seemed really gross to me but I didn't say anything to her. "And, uh, the other things are about the same size?" I asked her. She looked around to make sure that no one was looking in our direction and then lifted up the cups of her bikini top and said, "See for yourself." Holy Shit She Had Breasts! Now they weren't huge or anything but they looked so beautiful that I couldn't believe it, and I was getting kind of turned on by the sight of her breasts and my dick was, like, getting hard and making this tent in my swim trunks and I think that she'd noticed that. "Okay, you can put your eyeballs back in your head, and don't poke anybody with that," she laughed as she covered herself up and rolled over on her back on her beach towel. I blushed and rolled over on my stomach so nobody could see my erection. Several weeks before school started I'd realized that I needed to buy some back-to-school clothes. Mom and given me her charge card and approval to use it and I'd asked Makki if she wanted to go shopping with me. After a couple of hours of shopping I was beginning to think that might have been a mistake as she was just hauling me from store to store and we'd hardly bought anything. Finally I told her that I was getting tired of this and could we please start buying some clothes, maybe? She just rolled her eyes and made some comment about, "..... men shoppers ....." that I didn't really catch. But she did settle down and we started buying some clothes. Most of the things like the jeans were okay but I wasn't too wild about some of the shirts she had me buy - like, some of the yellow and lavender colors were a little bright for me but I went along with her. And after unsuccessfully looking for a sweater in the boy's section, she dragged me over to the girl's section where she found one that she said was perfect for me. "But it's a girl's sweater," I protested. "Silly. As long as nobody looks at the tag they'll just think it's a nice boy's sweater," she answered. "Boy's wear white sweaters with these low cut V-necks?" I asked. "That's so it will show off the pink dickie we're going to buy next," she replied and it was my turn to roll my eyes. And then to top it all off she had me buy some more panties ("I know you love to wear them," she said), and some tank tops that were clearly girl's clothing. ("You can wear them under one of your shirts," she explained). At this point I had, like, completely given up - whatever she put in my hands I paid for. "Man, how am I going to explain this to Mom?" I thought. The funny thing was that when I got home late that afternoon and Mom wanted to see what I'd bought I just handed her the packages and went into my bedroom and awaited the explosion. But it never happened - "Why Sky, I think these are very nice clothes. I think that it's nice that you're getting more conscious about your appearance and picking out some things that are prettier than just jeans and T-shirts," were her only comments. My Jaw dropped and I just shook my head in bewilderment. Yeah, I did take some kidding from some of the kids at school the first time they saw me wearing some of my new clothes - "cute," "pretty," "darling" and "precious" were a few of the adjectives I heard. But you know what? It didn't bother me - after I'd tried the new clothes on at home and experimented with different combinations, I really got to like the clothes that Makki had helped me pick out - well, "picked out for me" might be more accurate - but I still loved them! At the end of one of the tutoring sessions, she asked me if I'd like to come over to her apartment on Saturday and have dinner with her and her Mom - I didn't have any plans for the weekend so of course I said yes. So I got over to the apartment on Saturday and rang the bell and all of a sudden the door bursts open and this ..... this ..... well, this 5' 2" 300# lady grabs my arm and pulls me into the apartment and hugs and kisses me all the time she's telling me how happy she is that Makki has a friend like me because, like, Makki is always talking about me and saying how nice I am, and like, she's so happy that she can finally meet me. Anyway, she finally let me go and I could start breathing again and I noticed Makki standing about ten feet away and laughing as she said, "So, I see you've met my Mom." Makki and her Mom had fixed this huge Italian dinner and every time I emptied my plate they would pile more food on it and just when I thought the meal was over her Mom announced that the desserts would be ready in a few minutes and I'm, like, "Desserts? There's more than one of them?" To tell the truth, I was having a little trouble concentrating on the food as Makki had on this really tight tank top and it was cut so low that I could see the upper part of her breasts and then a little farther down her nipples were trying to poke through the thin fabric and I'm thinking about how big her breasts have gotten and then I remembered that "she" is really a "he" and the thought of a guy having breasts got me even more turned on and I know that Makki realized that I was staring at her chest because she smiled at me and bounced up and down in her chair a little and that made her breasts jiggle a little and then she said, "If you haven't realized it, you're drooling a little," and both she and her Mom laughed a little as I blushed. So anyway, after dinner was over Makki and I went into the living room and turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels. After about five or ten minutes, when we hadn't found anything we wanted to watch, she got up and went into her bedroom and came back with a small makeup bag. "Here," she said, "You can help me with my toenails." "Toenails? Like you want me to cut them or something?" "No silly, I want you to help me put polish on them. Here, take off your shoes and socks and I'll show you how it's done." And I'm like, "I'm not sure about this," but I took off my shoes and socks and put my feet up on a low table (at least I'd showered that afternoon so my feet were clean) and Makki sat on the floor by the table and trimmed my toenails and smoothed the ends and put wads of cotton between my toes to separate them and then applied this bright red polish to each of my toenails. "There," she said when she was finished, "Be careful not to let anything touch them for about a half hour while the polish dries. Now you can do mine." So she got up on the couch and I carefully got down on the floor and started to work on her toes. I was kind of nervous since I'd never done this before and I didn't want to hurt her but she kept telling me what to do next and after a few minutes I realized that I was really enjoying this - not only having my toenails taken care of but working on her toenails as well. Just as I was finishing and admiring the job I'd done on her toes, her Mom stuck her head in the room and asked, "You girls want some more dessert?" Mom invited me to go to a jewelry party that one of her friends was hosting. I'd never been to one before but she explained that the hostess allows a salesperson to come into her home and display jewelry for folks to buy - and the hostess either gets free jewelry or a percentage of the sales as her reward for hosting the party. Didn't seem all that interesting to me but my homework was all done and there wasn't anything interesting on TV so I reluctantly agreed to go. Actually, once I got there it was kind of fun. The salesperson had brought along lots of different pieces and had them displayed in several rooms in the house and we could just sort of walk around and look at the pieces and try them on if we wanted to. I hadn't planned on buying anything but Mom said how nice some of the pieces looked on me, and how she'd pay for them - an offer I couldn't refuse - so I ended up with quite a take of necklaces, bracelets and rings. Mom wanted to buy me some earrings but they were all of the pierced ear style and I didn't want to have my ears pierced so I turned those down. Right around Christmas Makki asked me what I was going to do with my hair. I hadn't actually planned to do anything with it other than the shampoos and brushing that I had been giving it. It had grown to the point where it was about three inches below my shoulders and what with the shampoo and conditioner that I had been using it was very full and nice looking. "Why, what's wrong with it," I asked, "It's gotten nice and long." "That's the problem," Makki said, "long hair looks good on some people but not on you. You need a shorter hairstyle to frame your face. Let's go to the beauty parlor this weekend - I'll treat." So that's how we ended up at the beauty parlor. Makki and the Beautician talked about different styles for several minutes and then agreed on one, called a "bob" or something, and the Beautician got to work - man, it took hours. Finally she was done and turned the chair around so that I could see myself in the mirror. Ohmygod did it look different. First, instead of a dark blond it was now almost black - with a hint of red in the black. And on the sides and in back it wasn't much longer than a regular boy's haircut. But she had parted it over my left eye and left it long in the front so that on the right hand side of the part it swept over my forehead and across the bridge of my nose and completely covered my right eye and much of my right cheek. Wow, talk about making a fashion statement! As long as we were at the beauty parlor Makki thought we should take care of a couple of other things so my eyebrows were thinned and shaped and I got a manicure and some white nail extensions. When Mom first saw the "new me" she was silent for a moment and I was thinking, "Oh, oh, she doesn't like it. I'm in trouble," but then she threw her arms around me and whispered in my ear, "Oh, Skyler, I think you look beautiful," and she kissed me, and that got me all emotional and I cried a little. Last Saturday Makki and I had decided to go to the mall for some shopping. Around lunchtime we'd gone to the food court to grab some Cokes and a couple of slices of pizza. Before she began to eat her pizza, Makki reached into the small fanny pack she was wearing and pulled out a small glass bottle about half full of white pills, took out two pills and popped them into her mouth and swallowed then with a sip of her Coke. She saw me watching her and instead of putting the bottle back in her fanny pack she held it out to me. I'm not sure what I was thinking about, or maybe I wasn't even thinking at all, for I accepted the bottle, took out two pills and swallowed them with a sip from my Coke. The minute I swallowed them I realized what I'd just done - I'd taken female hormones - and I got this look of horror on my face. Makki laughed at me and whispered, "Ohmygod Skyler, if you could see the look on your face. But don't worry, two aren't going to do anything to you. It took me months and months before I could see any effects." I just let out a sigh of relief and we finished our lunch and then went to the Victoria's Secret store where Makki wanted to check out some new underwear styles they had been advertising. That night, I was lying in my bed around 10pm or so and listening to some of my favorite songs on my iPod and my thoughts drifted to the two pills that I had taken earlier that day. Makki was right - I didn't feel any different now than I had before I took the pills. I reached down with my right hand and rubbed and played with my dick for a few minutes - yep, it hadn't shrunk up or anything . Then I put my hands up on my chest and rubbed the areas around my nipples - yep, didn't feel any bigger or softer, or anything. I left my hands on my chest and rubbed and played with my nipples while I was listening to the music. That felt pretty good and I realized that my nipples had stiffened up and stuck out just a little more from my chest. As I continued to play with my nipples I began to wonder what it would be like to have breasts and how it would feel to play with them, and I thought about how beautiful Makki's breasts had looked that time she flashed them at me at the swimming pool. And then I thought about the first time I had supper with her and her Mom at their apartment and how you could see the shape and size of her breasts through her tight tank top. And then I realized - I wanted breasts! It took me a couple of days to get up the courage to talk to Makki about it. And I wasn't sure how to bring the subject up, so one afternoon after school I just blurted out, "Those pills you take, do you need, like, a prescription to get them?" I wasn't sure how Makki would react, I mean it isn't every day that some guy asks you how to get female hormones but she just answered matter-of-factly, "Yeah, you do need a doctor's prescription to be able to buy them." And then seeing the disappointed look on my face, she continued, "But if you want some I can help you out. You see to keep the cost down, our medical insurance policy requires that we order all our medications from a mail-order pharmacy, and every time we order them I get a 90-day supply. Well, somehow the last time we ordered some they screwed up the order and instead of sending me a 90-day supply they sent me ten times that amount. And the funny thing is that they only billed us as though they had sent a 90-day supply. So now I've got this dresser drawer full of bottles of the pills. You want a year or two's worth? Be my guest." So that's how I got a two-year supply of female hormones. The only instructions that came with the pills were to: "Take two (2) once a day with food." That seemed easy enough so now I'm taking female hormones. Even though I don't have any really close friends at my school, most of the kids are okay with my appearance but several of the boys have been bullying me and calling me names. It was the last week of school and when I walked into the Boy's Room to use the toilet this morning I heard someone call out, "Hey fag, aren't you in the wrong room?" I turned around and there were two of the bullies. I tried to ignore them but one said, "Hey girlie, we're talking to you. And we don't want you in the Boy's Room. Go to the Girl's Room where you belong." And he stepped over to me and grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back. I tried to pull away from him and his friend punched me in the stomach and I felt something snap and then I passed out. When I woke up I was in the Nurse's Office and my left arm hurt like hell and she was putting some sort of splint on it. One of the Guidance Counselors asked me a lot of questions about what had happened and then an ambulance showed up to take me to the hospital. Turns out that I had something called a "green stick fracture" which heals fairly fast and they put a cast on my arm and let Mom take me home. Golly was Mom mad, "This isn't the end of this," she muttered under her breath several times. Senior Year - I guess that Mom really lit into the school district early that summer about how I had been injured at school, and she was threatening to sue the district, and she wanted them to take action to protect me in the future. Well, they took action all right - about two weeks after her tirade we received a letter stating the for my Senior year I would be attending the Alternative School! Mom was really mad but it didn't bother me all that much - it would allow me to spend more time with my best friend - Makki. It's been about four months since I started taking the pills last spring and I haven't noticed any changes. Now I hadn't expected things to happen overnight but you'd think that in four months SOMETHING would have happened. I think I'll start taking four (4) pills a day instead of two (2). I was shopping for some back-to-school clothing last week and I think that taking Makki along with me might have been a mistake. Oh, she's my best friend and everything but whenever we're shopping she always wants to make all the decisions. Like, I was shopping for some jeans in the Boy's section and she dragged me over to the Girl's section - now, it's not like it made me mad or anything because all the boy's jeans that I tried on were, like, really way too loose around my waist and really way too tight around my hips and thighs - but she didn't have to be so bossy. And then she insisted that the girl's jeans that I buy were these really, really low rise ones. And the tank tops and Tees that she helped me pick out were so short that a lot of my midriff was exposed - "Man, that's going to be fun when the weather turns cold," I thought. Then she wanted to shop for bras. "Knock yourself out," I said, "But I'm taking a pass." "You don't want even one or two?" she asked. "Look how pretty they are." "Yeah, they're pretty all right but you've got to have something to put in them," I said, gesturing at my flat chest. I think that she was going to say something but then she just frowned and shook her head and said that I needed a new pair of shoes. So we bought a couple of pairs of shoes. I liked the open-toed sandals that I bought because you could see the pink toenail polish that I had started using instead of the red. Even the sandals with the 4" spike heels that Makki insisted that I buy weren't all that bad because when I wore them she was only about 3" taller than I was. So after we finished shopping we decided that we'd go to a movie. We were standing outside the ticket boots, trying to decide which movie we wanted to watch when a couple of boys nearby kind of drifted over and began to talk to us - the usual things about which school we went to (we lied about the AltSchool), and what music we liked and which movie we were going to see - when we told them which movie we'd chosen they said how that was such a coincidence as that was the movie that they were going to see, and then they insisted that they pay for our tickets, and then when we got into the theatre we ended up sitting boy- Makki-boy-me which didn't really bother me because the one I was sitting next to was really cute - except he kept putting his arm around my shoulder and letting his hand slide down to my chest but I kept pushing his arm away and just ended up holding hands with him throughout the movie. After the movie they bought us some Cokes and we just sat in the food court and talked for almost an hour before we had to leave and we traded phone numbers and promised to keep in touch. After we'd left the mall Makki turned to me and asked, "So, how did it feel to date a guy?" And I was like, thinking, "Ohmygod! That was a date? And with a guy?" I had just thought of it as hanging around with some other kids, not as a date, but I didn't say anything. It was about a month into the school year, late September, when I noticed something - the area around my nipples was kind of puffy and swollen. I'd noticed for several weeks that my nipples were more tender, or sensitive, when I played with them but now I had these two areas that were swollen and stuck out maybe a little more than half an inch. I thought that was pretty neat and bought this white silk camisole that was just a little on the small size. When I put it on you could see these two small "tents" in it caused by the swellings around my nipples. The first time Mom saw me wearing it she stared at me for a second or two but didn't say anything. But when Makki saw me wearing it for the first time she, like, got this really big smile on her face and said, "Ohmygod Skyler, they're so cute! I love them!" "Yeah, aren't they neat," I said as I turned around so she could see them from the side and I arched my back a little so that they were more noticeable. I wish they were a little larger though. I think I'll start taking six (6) pills every day instead of four (4). The funny thing is that it's easier for me to make friends at the AltSchool than it was at my high school - well, there are a lot of really strange or creepy types at the AltSchool that I'd never want to be friends with. I think at times that Makki has been annoyed that I've made other friends but she's still my best friend and I spend more of my time at school with her than I do with Alexis or Peyton or Casey or Harley. And of course I spend almost all my time outside of school with her so she shouldn't be jealous. It's funny about the whole "jealousy" thing - like, guys don't get jealous about who is hanging around with who, while girls do. And then I realized that sometime recently I'd begun to not think of myself as a guy - not necessarily as a girl, just not as a guy - something in between maybe? Oh well, whatever fits. Makki and I are pretty much inseparable these days. I've been hanging around her apartment so much that her mother was saying that it's like having a second child. She's been teaching me how to cook a number of her favorite Italian dishes and while the cooking lessons are really fun, I've been eating a little more than I should lately. My jeans are getting a little tight on me and while I'm not fat or anything I've developed this soft little rounded tummy that is noticeable whenever I wear a pair of my low cut jeans and a short top. We were going through the line in the Cafeteria at the AltSchool today and I was commenting to Makki that I needed to cut down on my eating as I didn't want to gain any more weight. Makki just reached over and rubbed my little tummy and said, "Oh don't worry Skyler, I think it looks cute on you." I just blushed. "But you know, what doesn't look all that great is that," she continued as she gestured at my crotch. I looked down and didn't see anything wrong. "What's the problem?" "Well you've got that bulge down there." I looked down again and, yeah, there was a bulge in the tight fabric of the jeans in the area of my crotch, and you could see the outline of my dick laying over against the top of my left leg, kind of pointing to my left pocket. "Hey, that looks fine to me," I said, "After all that's one of my favorite body parts," and I rubbed the bulge gently. Makki just got this disgusted look on her face and didn't say anything more. I've noticed that the areas of my chest around my nipples have become more swollen lately. As I was showering last week I was rubbing those areas gently and I could feel these, like, little pads of tissue underneath my nipples. Looking at my profile in the mirror I could see that in addition to the puffy area near my nipples I had a larger swollen area that stuck out maybe a half inch. "I wonder if the pills are finally beginning to have an effect," I thought, and while I was pleased with the changes that I was seeing, I wasn't sure that I wanted everyone else to be able to watch what was happening, so I went over to the mall several days later and bought several larger, bulky sweaters and started wearing those instead of the tight, skimpy tops that Makki and talked me into buying. The first time she saw me wearing one of the sweaters she got a funny look on her face and asked, "You don't like the tops that we chose anymore?" "No, they're fine," I said, "It's just that the weather is getting colder and I wanted something warmer to wear," which I guess was also true. Guess I'm still eating too much as my jeans are getting really tight on my hips and thighs. But Christmas is coming and I'll just ask Mom to give me a gift certificate so I can pick out some jeans that fit me better. I mean, my waist and tummy haven't really gotten any bigger - it's just my hips, and rear end, and thighs - so I want to be able to try the jeans on to make sure that they'll fit my new "shape" before I buy them. My chest has continued to develop, or maybe "improve" is a better description. I now have two rounded swellings that stick out about an inch and they're now large enough that I can cup them with my hands when I play with them. And it seems like the bigger they get, the more sensitive they are. Well, not "sensitive" so much as ..... well, it's hard to describe but it's like the sensation when I play with them is more intense. Up until maybe six months or so ago whenever I was fondling and playing with myself, it was with my dick, now it's with my chest. Back then, I'd play with my dick and get this erection and then a quick orgasm. But now when I play with my chest I can make the feeling last for minutes and minutes. I was in a Girl's Room at school yesterday (The funny thing is that I'm using both the Boy's Rooms and the Girl's Rooms at the school - well, it is an AltSchool after all and nobody really cares which restroom you use. I'll use a Girl's Room if I have to use a stall or work on my makeup because they're cleaner and smell better. But if I have to take a leak I'll use a Boy's Room because it's so much faster and easier to just stand in front of a urinal.), anyway, I was adjusting my makeup between classes and I guess that I'd lost track of time until I heard the bell ringing to signal the start of the next period. "Oh crap, I'm going to be late," I thought as I ran out of the Girl's Room and started up the first of two flights of stairs on my way to my next class. As I was running up the stairs I could feel the swellings on my chest bouncing up and down a little and rubbing against the rough inside of my sweater. And that felt pretty good and as I finished the first flight of stairs and started on the second flight it began to feel even better and then Ohmygod! I had to stop and lean back against the wall of the staircase as wave after wave of sensations rolled over me. After about a minute I began to get my breathing under control and made it to my classroom, still slightly red in the face and sweating. If I've been spending some of my time at Makki's apartment learning to cook, she's been spending some of her time at our house learning how to sew. Mom's a really good seamstress and it seems like Makki has a real aptitude for designing clothing. She started out just making some blouses and skirts from patterns, but lately she's been designing some of her own clothes. Actually, I'm not sure who is happier - Makki or Mom. Mom had given up trying to get me interested in sewing years ago and I think that she's happy to be able to pass some of her skills on to someone else. I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to hide my breasts under the loose sweaters. Yeah, you heard me right, "breasts." They're not "swellings" any longer, they're real breasts now. I was trying to use a tape measure the other day to see how big I was and after fumbling around (and getting kind of turned on by playing with my breasts during the process) I found that I now have a 34" bust and if I were going to wear a bra (which I am obviously not) that I'd probably need a B-cup. I can't see why girls wear bras - it must feel funny to have this tight underwear restraining their breasts. I love the feeling as mine jiggle a little as I move around and it feels really neat when they rub against the inside of my sweaters. So anyway the loose sweaters that I've been wearing do hide my breasts, but if they get any larger I'm afraid that I'll begin to "show." In school the other day I was kind of sleepy from staying up late to watch TV the night before and I leaned back in my chair and stretched and yawned and Ohmygod - the shape of my breasts were clearly visible through the sweater. I quickly leaned forward so the fabric wasn't stretched tight over them so much, and luckily I was sitting in the back row and Makki who was sitting next to me was paying attention to the teacher and not to my chest. Close call. It was in the spring and we were walking home from school when Makki turned to me and asked, "So, are you going to keep trying to hide what you've been growing on your chest or are you going to show them to me sometime?" I looked down and noticed that even with the loose sweater that you could see two mounds in the fabric over my breasts and I realized that there was probably no point in trying to hide them any longer. So when we got to my house I invited Makki up to my bedroom and we shut and locked the door and I pulled my sweater off and tossed it on the bed. "Holy Crap," Makki said, "They're huge." "36C," I proudly said, "Now it's your turn." Makki looked a little doubtful but after all I'd taken off my sweater for her so after a moment's hesitation she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off and then unsnapped her bra and removed that. So there we were standing there and staring at each other's breasts - mine were larger than hers and more rounded and they hung down more on my chest where hers were smaller but more "pointed" like and stuck almost straight out. Without consciously thinking about what we were doing we slowly moved toward each other till out breasts were touching and then we slowly rubbed our breasts against each other and then embraced and pulled our bodies tightly against each other and kissed. After several minutes of passionate embraces and kisses we both came to our senses and realized what we were doing and, blushing, we backed away from each other and put our clothing back on to cover ourselves up and went downstairs. As we walked into the kitchen where Mom was preparing supper she glanced up at us and then took a longer look and said, "You've got funny looks on your faces. Is there something going on that I should know about?" And we just blushed and giggled. And then I could have killed Makki when she blurted out, "We were just comparing our breasts." Mom didn't act like she was surprised at all as she matter-of-factly asked, "So, who won the contest? Or wasn't it a contest?" I couldn't control myself and blurted out, "Holy Shit Mom, Makki just told you that I've got breasts and you're acting like it's no big deal?" "Seriously, you think I don't have eyes?" Mom said, and she came over and put her arms around me and continued, "It's been making me very happy, watching you develop into the daughter that I've always wanted. And I'm guessing that someone in this room was very helpful during the process," and she looked over at Makki who was blushing a bright red. At that I burst into tears of happiness, and that got Mom crying and then Makki chimed in and the three of us were, like, standing in the kitchen hugging each other and bawling our eyes out. Too bad there wasn't someone with a video camera there to catch that on film! So anyway, now that my secret was out in the open, in more ways than one, I didn't have to be so secretive and try to hide myself under the baggy sweaters. The weather had been turning warmer anyway as summer approached and I had been trying to figure out what to do as the sweaters were becoming increasingly warm and uncomfortable to wear. Mom agreed that I needed some new clothes and she did the credit card thing for me again and Makki and I headed off to the mall that weekend. As far as clothes go, I was pretty good from the waist down but I pretty much needed everything from the waist up - well, at least until the weather turned cooler again. I pretty much let Makki pick out most of my new clothes, only protesting occasionally, "This blouse is too tight, you can see my nipples through it." "Well, yeah, but it looks so nice on you." "Well, yeah, but they're my nipples. Pick something else." I thought that some of the bra tops that she chose at Victoria's Secret showed too much of my cleavage but she argued that I'd get more comfortable with the way I looked in them after I'd worn them a couple of times. (And she was right.) So when we were done, I had a new wardrobe from the waist up that showed off my new "assets" without being way too revealing. The AltSchool does have a formal graduation exercise but it's not that big of a deal - over half of the kids that attend the school never graduate - and even the ones that do graduate usually skip the ceremony. Makki and I had been talking and decided that we were going to skip the ceremony as well. Our Moms weren't too happy about that, they'd been looking forward to us getting our diplomas. So we compromised - we'd skip the ceremony but the four of us would dress up and go out for our own private celebration - a nice dinner and then maybe to a movie or show or someplace with music and dancing. Our Moms offered to make the arrangements and we thought that was nice of them so we accepted their offer - in retrospect I kind of wish we'd turned them down. The first thing that they wanted to do was buy formal dresses for the two of us and then they insisted on going shopping with us. I wasn't totally against a dress - I had one that Makki had given me at Christmas and I had worn it a couple of times - but that was just a regular dress, like you would wear to school or around the house. The Moms took us to a store that specialized in more formal dresses and made most of the decisions and I ended up with a black evening dress with just little shoulder straps to hold it up and it was cut way low in front and exposed a lot of my cleavage. The dress came down only as far as my knees which was okay but it was made of this tight stretch fabric so it almost looked like it was painted on my body. "Oh Mom, it makes my rear end look so big," I protested as I examined my reflection in the mirror. "If you've got it - flaunt it," Makki whispered in my ear and I gave her a dirty look. Then Mom bought me a pair of black leather dress sandals with 5" spike heels and a small black handbag and some more jewelry. If that wasn't bad enough they booked us into a salon the day we were going out to celebrate and we spent most of the day getting manicures and facials and pedicures and these really fancy hair styles and all of this professionally applied makeup. I almost didn't recognize myself when I finally looked at the result in a mirror - I looked more like a fashion model than a high school senior. And then when the four of us met at our house to get dressed we found out that the Moms had haired a fashion photographer to come and get a bunch of glamour shots of each of us, and then Makki and I together, and then each of us with our Mom and then the group of four - you get the idea. I complained and was told that they just wanted to get the photos to show how beautiful we were when we graduated from high school. So then we went off to a fancy restaurant and had a really great meal and the Moms ordered two bottles of wine and Makki and I each had some although we were underage. After two glasses of wine I was ..... well ..... pretty happy, and thinking about how I was the most beautiful girl in the world and this was the best night of my life. And after we left the restaurant we went to a comedy club and really enjoyed the music and the performances even though some of the jokes were pretty dirty. The Moms had gotten us a table over in a dark corner and ordered another bottle of wine and I remember thinking that the wine was, like, really, really good and holding out my wineglass to get it refilled and then chugging it down. And then I passed out. Well, technically, I guess I didn't pass out because I wasn't unconscious or anything - I just don't remember anything that happened from that time till the next morning when I woke up in my bedroom, lying fully clothed on my bed and with the absolutely worst headache in the whole world. Later on, Makki told me a few of the things that she remembered me doing even though she was pretty drunk herself - like, at one point I was trying to hug and kiss our waiter - and then I wanted to take off my shoes and dance on top of the table - and she thought she remembered me trying to take off my dress to show everyone how beautiful my breasts were - but she wasn't really sure about that last point. Anyway, it was a night to remember! I think I'm going to stop taking the pills - like, enough is enough. My tops were all beginning to feel tight on me and I could feel all this weight hanging on my chest. What kind of made my decision for me was when I came down for breakfast one morning last week and I was sitting at the counter and eating my yogurt when Mom commented, "You know Skyler, you should really start wearing a bra." "A bra? Like I don't want to wear a bra!" "Do you realize how big you are now? And you're going to start developing stretch marks if you're not careful." I looked down and realized how big the two large mounds in the front of my nightie looked. In fact, if I didn't sit up as straight as possible, they'd just rest on the countertop on either side of my cup of yogurt. "Why don't you finish your breakfast and we can go shopping. You don't have to wear them all the time if you don't want to, but at least you'll have several that fit you," Mom continued. So anyway we went shopping and, sure enough, I found that I had to get a 38D to get the right fit. And while it was a little uncomfortable at first, after a couple of days I got used to the feeling and actually got to like the feeling of being supported and not having to feel all that weight pulling on my chest as I moved. Plus, Mom took me to Victoria's Secret and bought me a couple of these bras that "shape and uplift you" and when I put them on I looked, like, I was at least two cup sizes larger and had this huge amount of cleavage showing. The first time Makki saw me wearing one of those bras with a scoop-neck top her eyes got really big and I thought, "Yeah? Who's drooling now!" As we got into the summer, it finally sank in that we had graduated from high school and had to decide what we wanted to do in the future. Neither Makki nor I wanted to move to far from home and we wanted to be able to stay close to each other, so we finally decided that, at least for the next year, we'd just take classes at the local community college. I'd applied for their Nursing program and Makki had applied for their Fashion Design program and - surprise - both of us had been accepted! We found an off-campus apartment and spent the remainder of the summer hunting down furnishings for our apartment. Something really funny happened in one store - Makki and I had found this small dinette set that we really liked, and which we could afford, and we were standing