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Operation Rescue: The New Co-Ed Chapter 4 - Going all the Way
A young man gets in trouble and loses his scholarship. It looks like
his dream of college to escape a poor future is doomed - until he sees
an ad recruiting 'surrogates'.
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A heavy sigh echoed through the small office, as Tom's shoulders sank
under the weight of Rachel's words.
Dr. Tina nodded slowly when Tom glanced her way, confirming the bad
news. "Two more months," he said softly to himself, shaking his head
slowly. After a long silence, during which Tom stared at his feet, he
looked back to Rachel. "Okay," he said simply, his voice heavy with
resignation.
"Your hormone levels are just not right," Dr. Tina explained quickly.
"It would make this a _very_ high risk pregnancy. And you don't want
that, do you?"
Tom shook his head. "Nope."
Dr. Tina glanced at Rachel, then she rose and padded over to the door.
"If you need me..." she offered, then she slipped out, closing the door
behind her, leaving Tom alone with Rachel.
Rachel stared at Tom, trying hard to read his emotional state. "You
want to talk about it?" she offered.
Tom shook his head. "You know," he began hesitantly, "I almost expected
this." He looked at her, shaking his head as he smiled ironically.
"What do you mean, expected it?"
Tom sighed again. "Things didn't ... feel right," he said simply. "I
can't explain it, but it just didn't feel right."
Rachel smiled. "Some would call that woman's intuition." She saw the
sudden shocked expression on Tom, and hurried to add, "_I'd_ call it
being in tune with your body." She smiled. "All of this is new, so
you're a _lot_ more sensitive to changes than, say, a natural girl your
age. You notice things that other girls take for granted. So it's not
unusual. In fact, I hear it a lot."
Tom stared at her, wide-eyed, for the briefest of moments, then a faint
smile emerged. "Yeah, I suppose you do."
"How does this change your plans?" Rachel prompted.
"Plans?" Tom asked, momentarily confused.
"Christmas vacation plans."
"Oh, those." Tom shook his head. "I hadn't thought about it."
"Well, since you won't be confined to bed-rest or minimal activities,
you'll be able to travel - like maybe going home?"
Tom's eyes widened, then he shook his head vigorously. "No," he said
emphatically. "I ... can't." His eyes were almost fearful at the
prospect.
"Can't?" Rachel asked, her eyebrows raised. She'd noticed Tom's
reaction. It was her job to observe things like that. "Afraid of how
your family will react?"
Tom nodded, his eyes downcast. "I just ... can't."
Rachel nodded her understanding. "We've talked about this before you
were accepted," she reminded him. "We spent a _lot_ of time talking
about what this would mean to your family, your friends, to everyone you
know. And if I remember correctly, you said all those interviews and
discussions were silly."
Tom's head snapped up, his eyes fixed on Rachel as his mouth dropped
open in surprise. After a moment, the corners of his mouth curled up
slightly and he gave a half-hearted guffaw. "Yeah, that sounds like
something I'd say." He looked at Rachel for several silent seconds,
then he nodded slightly as he dropped his gaze. "I don't know."
"Well, if you don't want to go home, you've got friends in the dorm;
maybe ..." She let the thought hang.
Tom nodded. "Maybe."
**********
Tom glanced up from his books as the door opened. "Hi, Katie," he
called as she came through the door. Then Charisse and Michelle
followed her in. Tom frowned as he realized that Katie was up to
something. "What's going on?"
Katie glanced at the other girls, then stepped to Tom and closed his
book. "We were talking, and it was unanimous."
"What was unanimous?" Tom asked warily.
"This isn't working," Michelle explained as if it were obvious.
Tom's eyes widened. "What do you mean, not working? Are you telling me
that I'm not ..."
Katie cut off his words. "You're too ... masculine. Your appearance
and mannerisms just don't go with our floor. It's too disruptive."
Charisse, nodded. "We decided that we need to do something about your
appearance so you fit in better."
Tom realized what she was saying, and his eyes widened with alarm. "You
mean...?"
"Makeover!" the girls answered gleefully, almost in perfect union. They
pulled him to his feet, and then hustled him out the door and to the
parking lot. Even his protests were faint in comparison to the
enthusiastic banter of the girls.
In short order, the four of them were at the mall.
"I can't do this," Tom complained as he was led inside. "I look like a
freak!"
Katie nodded, still clutching his arm so he couldn't escape. "Yes, but
we're going to fix that."
"I don't want to fix anything," Tom whined.
"Too bad," Charisse said simply. With that, they arrived at a hair
salon. They led him to the counter.
The girl behind the counter was visibly puzzled as she looked over Tom.
"Can I help you," she asked cautiously.
Tom started to open his mouth, but Michelle stepped forward. "_She_
needs to get her hair styled. Something nice and pretty."
"And _very_ feminine," Katie added.
"And low maintenance," Charisse chimed in.
Tom glared at her, but the girls just laughed.
The stylist was nonplussed. "Any ideas of what you want?" she asked.
Tom glanced at Katie, Charisse, and Michelle, and then shook his head.
"No," he said softly.
Katie pulled her cell phone out and worked the controls as the stylist
watched the screen. "We were thinking something like this."
Tom realized that she was showing a picture. He suddenly realized _why_
the girls had taken his picture a few days prior. They'd probably done
some on-line virtual makeover to get ideas.
The stylist looked at the camera, and then at Tom. "Hmmm," she said,
but she was wrinkling her nose.
"Or this. Or this. Or maybe even this one."
The stylist looked at Tom again. "Back up one." She stared at the
picture, then at Tom. "That one might work," she mused.
Tom stepped toward the camera to see what the girls were planning for
him, but they quickly blocked him. He felt helpless.
"Just work your magic, and make her pretty," Katie answered with a sweet
smile.
Tom glared at her again. He leaned close to Katie's ear. "She probably
thinks I'm gay," he whispered.
Katie just smiled. "I doubt it," she whispered back. "She already
checked out your budding boobs, so she probably thinks you're either a
late bloomer or transitioning."
Tom's eyes widened in horror at the thought. "That's supposed to help
me?" he mouthed as the stylist led him toward the back.
Charisse giggled as Tom was led away. "Are we being a bit too mean?"
she asked, still chuckling.
Katie smiled. "No." She sat down and picked up a magazine to pass the
time.
Quite a bit later, Tom walked back to the counter.
Katie's eyes widened. "You look ... great!" she exclaimed.
"That's so _cute_!" Charisse added enthusiastically.
Tom wasn't convinced. He looked near tears. "Happy?" he asked Katie,
sounding slightly bitter.
"It's a start," she said as she quickly paid for his styling.
"What do you mean, a start?" Tom whined.
Michelle smiled. "We have a few stops yet to go," she said simply.
The next stop, to Tom's horror, was the manicurist's chair in the salon.
As the girls watched, encouraged, and giggled, Tom's nails were
manicured and short false nails were glued on and painted. When the
manicurist finished, Tom's nails were about three eights of an inch
longer than when he'd started. And _that_ had been a battle; the girls
wanted a half inch or longer, and he wanted none. They finally conceded
at three eights.
Next, the girls got his ears pierced, and with more of his allowance,
they bought large feminine gold hoop earrings to wear when the piercings
healed.
The department store makeup section followed; Tom's eyebrows were
painfully thinned. When Tom complained, the girls reminded him that they
would not tolerate a bushy unibrow on their floor. After all, their
floor had standards and pride. And again, the pictures on Katie's cell
phone were a guide to the sales associate. Tom got a lesson in makeup,
and, to his dismay, the girls got him a good supply of foundation,
blush, eye shadows and liners, and even lipstick and lip-gloss. Once
the sales lady finished, she turned him toward the mirror.
Tom gasped. He didn't recognize himself. "Holy crap!" he exclaimed.
"Is that ... me?"
Katie grinned. "All you," she answered.
Indeed, Tom looked nothing like the person who'd walked into the mall a
couple of hours earlier. The blush accented his cheeks, making them
seem higher. The lipstick and liner made his lips appear fuller and
more sensuous. The same was true of his eyes. Strategic use of eye
shadow and liner made them appear big and soft and feminine, and - as
much as he hated to admit it - sexy. With the short sassy haircut, he
was completely transformed - and very feminine.
"Now for the clothes," Michelle announced.
Tom's head spun to her, his mouth agape. "Aren't we done?" he
complained.
"Nope," Charisse answered. "Your clothes don't work. Time for some new
ones."
Tom frowned. "Okay," he relented, knowing that the girls were going to
get him new clothes whether he liked it or not. "Maybe we can get me a
couple of shirts and pants."
"Something like that," Katie said sweetly. Tom shuddered involuntarily;
he knew from her tone of voice that it was going to be nothing like
that.
First on the tour of torture was the lingerie department of a department
store. When Tom complained, they suggested that they _could_ shop for
underwear at Victoria's Secret instead. Tom decided to shut up to
minimize his embarrassment.
Katie and the girls helped him pick out various bras and panties to try;
he was still resisting wearing a bra, and wanted plain panties, while
the girls were pushing for something a lot more feminine. Once they
knew his size, the girls picked out his panties suiting their taste, not
his. His opinion, obviously, didn't matter.
When it came time to try on a bra, Tom felt humiliated when Katie came
with him into the changing room. So far, he'd been very shy about any
of the girls seeing him naked, especially after the mix-up with Diane
and the snobbish attitude of Shelly. He'd taken his showers very early
in the morning or very late at night, and he changed clothes only when
Katie wasn't in the room. When she was in the room and changing
clothes, he always turned away. He _still_ didn't feel like he was a
girl, and that it was okay to disrobe around other girls, or see them
partially nude.
Now, he was trapped in a changing booth with her. He hesitated,
embarrassed, but Katie would not be dissuaded. Reluctantly, he turned
his back and pulled off his T-shirt.
Katie spun him around until he was face-to-face with her. "We're both
girls," she said insistently but softly. "It's okay."
Tom felt like crying - again. "But ... this is ... I mean ..." he was
near incoherence.
Katie shook her head. "Get over it." She shifted her tone so she
sounded encouraging. "Now try this on." She handed him one of the bras
she was holding.
"I don't need a bra," he complained with a pout.
Katie fought to stifle a chuckle; Tom had no idea of just how sexy the
pouty look was on him. "Yes, you do," she replied quickly. "So ..."
"I know. Get over it." Tom pouted for a moment, then he realized that
this was a losing battle. He'd felt more sway and jiggle on his chest
as his breasts continued to grow. He glanced down, as if to see what his
growing breasts were going to give him some sign. They did - by their
mere presence. He had to accept the fact that he was a girl, too - for
now. With a sigh of defeat, he took the bra and began to clumsily put
it on.
Katie watched the spectacle, amused, for a minute or so. Then she shook
her head. "No, no, no," she said as she shook her head. "Like _this_."
She took the bra and demonstrated. "Didn't you ever watch your sisters
getting dressed and undressed?"
Tom's blush gave away his secret. Like most adolescent boys with
sisters, he'd had opportunity to spy on them getting dressed. "But I
didn't exactly take notes," he complained.
"Okay. There are two schools of thought for putting on a bra. Some say
to hook the band, then pull it up until the cups are on your boobs, and
slip your arms into the straps. Others say the right way is to put your
arms through the straps and then bend forward and let your boobs fall
into the cups, then fasten the strap in back." She shook her head. "I
go with the first; I'm not big enough that my cup fit is a problem, and
it's easier. Just do like I did."
Tom followed her example, and soon was wearing the lacy bra. He glanced
down at it uneasily, then looked at Katie. "It makes my boobs look
bigger," he wailed.
"Yes," Katie smiled. "That's the idea. It's padded. Now, turn
around." She examined how the strap fitted, and how the cups fit his
small-but-growing breasts. "You're just a bit bigger than an A cup now,
so a little padding won't hurt." She smiled at him. "But given how
fast you're growing, you'll outgrow this in no time. You probably only
want to get a couple for now."
She unhooked the bra and slid it off Tom's shoulders. "Try this one
now."
If Tom thought that selecting panties was a chore, then picking bras was
a life sentence to hard labor. Katie made him try on at least thirty
different bras in a dizzying variety of styles and colors. She finally
asked him what he thought.
"I would have bought the first one. It fit," he complained.
Katie's eyes widened. "Are you out of your mind? You can't pick
clothes without trying different styles and colors and brands!"
"But it fit," Tom rebutted.
Katie rolled her eyes. "You have a _lot_ to learn about shopping," she
sighed.
She shook her head for a moment. "Okay, you cannot wear a dark bra
under light tops. With a plunging neckline, you probably want a demi-bra
so the cups don't show. If ..."
She saw that Tom wasn't paying attention. "Forget it! Dress like a
cave-girl if you want!" She turned in indignation.
"Wait," Tom pleaded softly. "I ... I need your help."
Katie turned back to him. "Okay," she relented. "I know this is hard
for you, but if you want to fit in, you're going to _have_ to learn more
about fashion and style. And it all starts with the underwear."
Tom nodded slowly. "I'll try," he promised. "Just don't go so fast! I
feel like I'm drinking from a fire hose."
Katie nodded slowly. "Actually," she admitted sheepishly, "that was
kind of my plan. A little 'shock therapy' to push you away from your old
habits."
Tom frowned, then his expression lightened and he nodded slowly. "It's
working," he admitted. Then he looked at the bras Katie was holding.
"How about ... this one, and ... this one?"
Katie smiled. "Okay. Those are a good start. You know, you'll
probably be getting new bras in a couple of weeks."
Next came pants. Tom was dismayed by the jeans: "They're so ...
tight!" He glanced at his rear. "This pair makes my butt look ...
round!"
Katie nodded with a grin. "Your butt _is_ round. You're developing a
nice round girl-butt, so these jeans are just perfect! And they flatten
your tummy a bit. They're just right!"
Tom pouted - again. "I want to _hide_ my butt, not call attention to
it!"
Katie shrugged. "If you want to fit in, it's better to emphasize your
female parts rather than hide them."
Despite his remaining - but dwindling - male ego, Tom knew that Katie
had a point. He decided not to fight. "But there aren't any pockets!"
Charisse's answer was simple, if somewhat disheartening to Tom. "We'll
get to purses in a bit."
Michelle insisted that Tom get a couple of skirts, and he was past
objecting. He knew that it wouldn't have done any good, anyway. He
ended up with a tight moderately short denim skirt and a more modest
knee-length A-line skirt. Michelle wasn't happy, but Katie decided that
two were better than none, and they moved to tops.
Tom had never considered the vast array of choices that women faced when
shopping for blouses and tops. When he suggested a simple white blouse,
he found that he had to consider fabric, neckline, lace and ruffles
versus embroidered designs, and much more. He took the coward's way out
and simply let the girls decide.
Next were shoes. The girls let Tom get a pair of tennis shoes - as long
as they were woman's style and colors. In exchange, he let them pick
out a couple of pairs of pumps. If it hadn't already been late in
Autumn, he knew they'd have gotten him sandals as well.
As Charisse had promised, they had to stop for a purse. Tom felt
exhausted, but the girls seemed to draw energy from their shopping
expedition. He was too glad to go to the counter to pay.
The second point of Tom's female education came when he got to the
register. He was grateful to have the clothing allowance; as it was, he
put a large dent in two months' worth of his funding. As a final symbol
of his change, the girls made him change into one of his new outfits
before they left the store. He walked out of the mall looking much more
a woman than he'd entered. As they walked through the mall on their way
out, Tom felt conspicuous. He _knew_ that every guy was looking at him,
and probably laughing at how gay he looked. By the time they got to the
car, he was in tears.
**********
"Okay, it probably was a bit much," Katie admitted.
Tom sat on his bed, emotionally exhausted and staring at his feet, shod
as they were with his new pumps. "Uh huh," he muttered. The remaining
packages from the shopping trip were strewn on his bed.
"Was the trip worth it?" Katie asked simply.
Tom glanced up, surprised by her question. "What?" he stammered.
"The shopping spree. Was it worth it?"
Tom opened his mouth to answer, then shut it. "I don't know," he
answered slowly.
Katie smiled, and reached out her hand. Puzzled, Tom reached up and
took her hand, and she pulled him to his feet. "Let's take a look at
the result, okay?"
Katie led Tom to the full-length mirror on the back of the door. "Take
a look," she offered.
Tom looked at the mirror, and his mouth dropped open. "Wow!" he said
softly. "Is that me?"
Katie smiled and nodded. "That's the _new_ you."
"I don't look like a guy," Tom said softly.
"No," Katie answered. "You're going to fit in a lot better - both here
and in public."
"When we were walking out of the mall," Tom admitted softly, "I thought
every guy was looking at me because I looked gay or something. But..."
Katie smiled. "But what?"
Tom stared at himself, his eyes still wide. With his new look, the
wide-eyed stare fit into the appearance of a sweet innocent girl. An
attractive girl. "If ..." He found it difficult to continue.
Katie knew exactly what he was thinking. "If you'd have seen a girl
looking like you walking through a mall, you'd have been staring too,
right? Because that girl was sexy and attractive. Right?"
Tom nodded mutely, entranced by his own appearance. The face staring
back at him from the mirror was good-looking in a girl-next-door way.
He looked - sweet and innocent and, he almost hated to admit it, sexy.
The changes didn't stop at his neck. As Katie had pointed out often,
the loss of testosterone was causing him to slowly lose muscle mass, and
Dr. Tina's diet was doing wonders for his figure. His waist was
trimmer; he hadn't had much fat to begin with, and it was gone, having
moved to his rounder hips and chest. While he still looked slightly
manly, his general body shape was a lot more feminine than masculine.
He was wearing a white blouse with a pleated front, tucked into his hip-
hugging blue jeans. Katie had him keep the top two buttons unbuttoned;
with the curves suggested by his growing bosom beneath the padded bra,
it had a certain inviting allure, a magnet to male eyes into the
promised cleavage.
"I ... I almost don't believe it," he whispered.
As he stood and stared, a couple of girls came into the bathroom,
chattering away. They barely gave him a second glance as they went
about their business.
Katie led Tom away from the mirror, back to their room. "Now how do you
feel?" she asked as they strode back down the hall.
Tom shook his head. "I'm kind of overwhelmed," he admitted softly.
"It's like ... I'm a different person."
Katie nodded as she opened the door to their room. "That's the point."
Tom stepped in, and he saw a group of the girls waiting. They looked
him over critically, and appreciatively. "Wow!" "Look at you!" "That
looks cute!" "Your hair is darling!" "You look fabulous!"
Tom stood in shock, hardly believing the way the girls were talking
about him. He felt like he fit in finally.
Katie broke the spell. "Okay, girls, there's one last thing to do."
Tom spun toward her, surprised. "But ..."
Katie shook her head to silence him. "What did you all decide?" she
asked the girls.
One of the girls stood. "We took a vote."
Katie smiled. "And?" She glanced at Tom, noticing his confusion.
The girl smiled. "The winner is ... Tommi Sue!"
The girls cheered, and Katie smiled. Tom's mouth dropped open. "What
.." he started to say.
Katie grasped his shoulders, gave him a quick peck on both cheeks, then
hugged him tightly. "Welcome, Tommi," she said solemnly.
Tom shook his head. "But ..."
The girls were lining up to repeat Katie's gesture of welcome, as if it
were a formal ceremony or christening. One after another, they hugged
and kissed him, welcoming him as Tommi Sue. He felt the world spinning
around him.
Finally, the girls were done, and Tom turned to Katie. "What's going
on?" he stammered. "Why ... why are you calling me Tommi Sue?"
Katie just smiled. "It's your christening. Today is your re-birthday.
You changed your hair, your clothes, your looks - so we thought it was
time to change your name, too!" She saw Tom's stare of disbelief. "You
wouldn't change your name, and we simply couldn't have a 'Tom' on our
floor. So we took a vote."
One of the girls piped up. "Yeah. Shelly wanted to call you Gertrude."
"She's a bitch, anyway," another girl piped in.
"What ... were some of the other choices?" Tom asked hesitantly, almost
as if he didn't want to know.
"Candy, Teri, Liz, Jen," one girl volunteered.
"And Anne and Yvonne," another added.
Tom sighed, closing his eyes for a brief moment. He _was_ overwhelmed.
Katie was right - today felt like a total rebirth. He might as well get
used to the change. He was ... he corrected himself mentally ... _she_
was Tommi Sue. She was among her new friends. She felt accepted. Tears
started to seep from her eyes. "Thank you," she said softly as she
wrapped her arms around Katie.
Tommi knew that the girls had deliberately chosen a name that was
feminine, but close enough to Tom that she wouldn't feel overwhelmed.
They cared about her. They were her friends. She was Tommi Sue, a girl
in a girls' dorm.
********** To be continued...
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