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Andrea's Goes to School and begins to grows up By Robin Y. School started at St. Theresa's Junior High in September and I was excited and fearful to start my freshman year. Thus far, my new life as a girl had been limited to being with Aunt Hilda and her friends. The few other teens that I met didn't seem to be interested in including me in their circles. When school started things changed. In ninth grade all the girls came from different feeder schools. Most girls had at least one person they knew from eighth grade, but there didn't seem to be any clicks yet. I met a lot of nice girls that first week and tried to pay attention to all the instructions we were being given. There were school rules like our uniforms (which are standard parochial school girls attire).....other rules like no smoking on campus, no overstated makeup and no heels above 3" including at school dances. There was a long list of don't do's, but there was stuff about college preparation and using our time out of school to begin finding our identities. That was so we might be better prepared to enter the adult world with some direction. Hilda had given me the same speech as the sister. I understood it was not only making good grades that made you successful, but also knowing who you are and expressing that....whether in business, the arts or science. Hilda says that knowing who I am will be essential to knowing who I want to be. After Orientation and first classes it was already Friday. I was really glad because honestly, I was tuckered out. Not just from school, but also from meeting so many new girls. I was emotionally exhausted and ready to hang out at home with Aunt Hilda for the weekend. Maybe go to a movie......and of course get my assignments done and ready (although there was little work, it was mostly preparing to have work). Hilda was not available to pick me up from school and she had given me cab fare and my own key to the house. She told me she would be home by 7 with takeout food and a movie. I was standing in front of the school with my cell phone dialing the cab company that Hilda had programmed into my phone when a group of boys drove by hanging out of the windows of an older model car. They drove by slow and were whistling and asking me if I wanted a ride. I did my best to ignore them, but I was complimented at the same time. There was something dangerous about it that gave me a chill. That evening Hilda and I ate Thai food and watched a movie with Woody Harrelson and Emily Mortimer called Transiberian or something like that. I was enchanted by Ms Mortimer and wanted to be with her and to be her. In the movie she was a smoker and she did it just the way I wanted to. Very feminine and yet a bit naughty. I actually had a crush on her. I had always been attracted to girls, although prior to moving in with my Aunt I was a little young to have a real girlfriend...but I knew it made me excited to be around them. Now I was around them all the time and I couldn't really let on that I was attracted to some of them....you know! I mean... all the girls I know go to my school and if one found out and didn't like that I was different it could get ugly in a hurry. I decided (subconsciously) that I would live that part of my life in fantasy and figure something out for the future. At breakfast Saturday Hilda (That's what she wants me call her now....she says the Auntie thing sounds so juvenile)....Hilda asked how my first week had gone. I told her it was fine and that I had met a lot of nice girls. "I heard that St. Theresa's has really clamped down with the new school rules.... even down to the makeup that can be used. Did they give you a list?" Hilda asked. "Yes....they gave us all a list of the rules and even recommended guidelines for after school and weekends. Look! you can't even wear heels higher than 3"....even to a school dance!" I suddenly felt like my woman's rights were being infringed upon (I don't know why). "Let me see that....no I think the 3" heel rule is for school and school activities only. On your own time you can wear as high as you like, as long as you behave like a young lady." Somehow that did not soothe me. I had learned to be instinctively obedient to my Aunt, but the idea of being told how to live my private life by nuns seemed to me to be a burden that I didn't want. Hilda just smiled and said it would all work out fine. By Monday morning I had forgotten about my anger over the rules and when Hilda dropped me off in front of school I was ready to begin my journey into young womanhood....I least I thought I was. The first few days of class that week were standard fare and I worked really hard to start off on the right foot. On Thursday, between third and fourth hour I was in the girl's bathroom sitting in one of the stalls when I some girls walk in talking. I didn't recognize any of their voices and they were talking about the rules and some of the girls were saying the same things as I had to my Aunt. I was prepared to come out and join the conversation when I smelled smoke....they were smoking a cigarette!.....I was frightened...first, afraid the Nuns would come in and I would be caught with the girls smoking.... and second, that I might be on the verge of joining the rebel crowd. Then one of the girls yelled....sister Barbara is looking for us....lets go.....I heard a hissing sound and then a toilet flush and the girls scampering out the door giggling. I hurried out of my stall before Sister Barbara got there and caught me. I thought I had gotten away, but when I opened the door...there she was.....Sister Barbara. "Alright young lady....I smell smoke. Have you been smoking in here?" She said pulling me into the hall. I could see a couple of girls standing by their lockers watching us. "Well? I want an answer! Were you smoking in there?" she demanded. "No sister....it wasn't me." I looked over at the girls standing there and they kind of looked afraid. "Well, who was it then, young lady? Tell me this minute!" Sister Barbara had me shaking. "I don't know Sister.....I was in a stall and I didn't see their faces." I begged. I looked at the girls again and they seemed relieved. I figured they were part of the guilty group. "Let me smell your breath," Sister Barbara said. I breathed for her and she relented that indeed it did not smell like tobacco. Thank goodness. Hilda would not be pleased if I got into trouble breaking school rules. I went on to class and had almost forgotten about it when one of the girls I had seen in the hall touched me on the shoulder right before the bell. "Hi! My name is Marla....what's yours?" she asked. "My name is Andrea.....weren't you in the hall a while ago?" I asked her. "Yeah, that was me and Paige....she's my best friend," she said pointing across the room to the redhead looking at us and waving. "I told Paige how you didn't rat on us about smoking and she thinks that was awesome." I didn't want to say that I didn't know it was them, so I just smiled and said to tell her thank you and that it was no big deal. "Do you smoke?" she asked. "Yes, I do....but not at school. I live with my aunt and she allows me to smoke at home so I don't want to risk getting in trouble. She knows some of the people in administration here and I'm sure they would tell on me if I did." "Well, Paige and I think it was awesome of you. Would you like to come with Paige and I after school. We're gonna walk down to the ice cream shop on Lee Ave. Want to go?" "Sure, that would be fun. Can we meet in front of school after the bell? I have to talk to Sister Marie about a science project.....it will only be a minute, I have to tell her what project I've decided to do and see if she approves," I told her. "Okay, Andrea. We'll wait for you by the basketball courts." Marla smiled and I knew I was making new friends. The bell rang and we all took off for our last classes of the day. I was feeling good about things and I wore a big smile until the bell rang. When school was let out I met with Sister Marie who approved my science project and I gathered my books and went out to meet my new friends. "Hi! Andrea.....this is my friend Paige. Paige this is Andrea," said Marla. "Hi! Paige....its nice to me you. I love your red hair." I said truthfully. It was full and shoulder length and she had bangs that swept across her forehead. "It's nice to meet you Andrea." Paige was adorable when she smiled. Paige and Marla took off walking and I followed quickly catching up to them. Paige looked at me and said, "Andrea, where did you go to school in eighth grade." "I used to live in Missouri and when my mother died I came to live with my Aunt. This is my first year in this city. My aunt likes St. Theresa and she helped me get in." I wove truth in with modified truth. "I think that not telling Sister Barbara was super cool. I've been caught before and if she catches me again I will be suspended.....my daddy would not like that." Said Paige. "Have you been to the Dairy Barn Ice Cream Shop before?" asked Marla. "No, this is my first time," I replied. "It's where the cool kids hang out....that's why we are going," said Paige. "Oh!" Was all I said. The shop was three blocks from school and we were there in minutes. As we approached the store front I went to open the door. "Not inside." said Marla....."Around the side." And she and Paige walked past the store and around the corner. I scampered to catch up hoping my snafu wouldn't make the girls think I wasn't one of the cool ones. As I turned the corner I saw four boys and one girl. As we approached them, one of the boys waved and said. "Paige.....Hi! Have you got a cigarette?" I looked at Paige who made a mock frowny face then reached into her purse and pulled out her cigarettes. "Here....Moocher!" she said. "Don't you get an allowance?" and she handed him one of her cigarettes. Marla pulled a pack from her purse and offered me one....which I accepted. "Who's this?" asked the boy who was pointing at me (I later learned his name was William). "Andrea. She just moved here from Missouri and she goes to St. Theresa with us," answered Paige. Marla lit my cigarette and I took a deep drag. This was certainly exciting, but Hilda hadn't given me permission to smoke in public." I thought about the breath thing with Sister Barbara and resolved to buy some breath mints before going home. One of the boys and the girl said some goodbyes to everybody and left. That left Marla, Paige, William, Tony (a boy with olive skin and curly black hair), Michael (a blonde with blue eyes) and me. Three boys and three girls! William spoke up. "Paige, are you going to the dance at St. Michaels this weekend?" "And why would I do that?" said Paige teasingly. "Because I'm asking you?" replied William hopefully. "I guess I'm not really doing anything on Saturday.....I'll go with you if you promise not to act silly like last time I agreed to go out with you." Said Paige. "Great! I can call you tonight and let you know what time I will pick you up. My brother is a chaperone and he's going to drive us." Paige looked pleased. "What about my friends? I think Marla and Andrea or free Saturday....aren't you girls?" Marla nodded and I followed her lead. Tony spoke up. "Marla, I wanted to ask you....would you go with me?" and then Michael spoke up. He shyly looked at me, His blue eyes sparkling. "Andrea....I know we just met.....but ....well, I don't have a date and I was wondering....?" He shuffled his feet as he spoke....it was really cute. "If you would like to go I will promise to be a gentleman and show you a good time. I will dance with you and there is a good band playing." He was adorable the way he was pleading with me to go with him. I thought for a moment then remembered that I too am a boy and I hadn't dated before......or considered the implications....until now. I was sure Hilda would have some ideas and I knew she would help me. I nodded yes and I thought he was going to kiss me. (I probably wouldn't have minded. I did say he had sparkling blue eyes and gorgeous long blonde hair). "I still have to ask my aunt for permission, but if she says yes I would love to go with you, Michael," I said fluttering my eyelashes. It worked and I saw him melt. This girl thing is really fun I thought to myself. When I got home I asked Hilda if I could go to the dance. She not only said yes, but she got all excited and said we were going dress shopping right after school on Friday. "Oh, and remind me to call my hairdresser and make an appointment for you Saturday morning. You are going to get the works....Oh I am so excited. Your first dance....and at St, Michaels.....they have some boys from fine families that go to school there. Is this Michael of yours cute? What does he look like?" The barrage of questions made my head swim. Hilda, he gave me his number and I told him I would call him and tell him if you would allow me to go. May I go call him right now?" I asked. "Certainly, dear....but call him from the phone in here....I want to hear your conversation." It was awkward talking to Michael with Hilda right there, not to mention that I hardly knew him and was accepting a date to go with him to a dance. As Hilda instructed I asked if he were picking me up. He said his mom and dad were going to be out of town and that he was staying with his aunt and he was going to ask her. Hilda had her ear to the phone and promptly took it from me. "Michael, this is Andrea' Aunt Hilda. I think I might be attending the dance as a chaperone myself, but if not I will insure that the two of you get safely there and back....now let me speak to your mother or father." Hilda was now holding the phone and I couldn't hear what they were saying on the other side of the line, but I gathered that Hilda and I would be picking up Michael at 7 pm on Friday and going directly to the dance. After the dance Hilda promised she would have Michael home safe and sound. When Hilda got off the phone I asked her a question that had been plaguing me since I told her about the date. "Hilda.....I've been thinking......you know, about....." I felt like a 12 year old girl instead of the 14 year old girly/boy that I was. "You mean....sex?" Hilda asked. "Yes," was all I could say. "Number one you are much too young to be thinking about sex. A young woman must be mature in mind as well as mature in age. You still have a ways to go, honey. It is natural for teenagers to be curious.....especially about the opposite sex and I understand that there will be some experimentation going on, but never let a boy in your panties unless you are prepared for the consequences. A pregnant young girl has huge obstacles to overcome." "But, Hilda I can't get pregnant....You know that!" "Well, I don't want to take any chances. I've been teaching you what you need to know and I will continue until you are old enough to apply some of things I have taught you." "But Hilda, I don't think I like boys in that way....I think I like girls better....I mean I am excited to go to the dance and get all dressed up and everything.....and Michel is cute and seems really nice....I don't know. One of my new friends, Paige....the one with the red hair I told you about.....when she looks at me I get that warm feeling in my stomach....I don't get that with boys." I was confused. "Oh, that is all nonsense, young lady. Like I said, you are too young for such things....be patient. When your hormones really kick in, then we'll see who you are attracted to." Whenever Hilda talks about hormones I get a little nervous. I read some things about them in my science book....it said sometimes doctors give boys the girl hormones so they can become girls too. I don't really understand it all, but when I noticed that my little boobies started getting bigger I began to wonder in Hilda could be giving me some of those hormone things. As far as I know all she gives me are my vitamins, a supplement for my skin and a little blue pill that helps to keep me calm. All the talk about dresses and makeup and dances was making me excited. Maybe I should ask Hilda for one of those calm pills. I mean I could feel my willie squirming to get out of my panties and I was starting to have trouble remembering what we were talking about. Hilda's Health Instructions had come less often lately and I was getting a bit randy. Hilda noticed and commented. "Is my niece getting a little horney?" I knew from experience that when Hilda talked vulgar like that... I was going to be treated to a health lesson in being a woman. I felt a shiver go up my spine and then a warm glow in my front and back mid section. "Please Auntie! Don't tease me....I can't help it. My little willie has a mind of his own sometimes. All this excitement about the date has him all riled up." I pleaded. "No need to get upset child.....what you are feeling is natural. You just have to learn to satisfy these urges yourself until you are mature enough to have sex with a man. That's why I told you never to let a boy in your panties (She didn't say anything about titties and I decided then and there that if I liked Michael I might let him touch mine). "Men! Once they get going, it's hard to make them stop." She paused and rolled her eyes......"I wish we could just make them stop from being hard!" She laughed at the word puzzle she had created. If you need a little help tonight, I think you have been satisfactorily naughty and need a little reminder to be more diligent.....nothing harsh....just a gentle reminder." I could feel my pulse picking up and my little clittie screaming for attention. Even my little rosebud puckered. "Oh auntie! I cried as she pulled me over her lap...... "Please don't spank me hard." "Hush Adrea! Take your punishment like a big girl.....I won't spank you hard...I'll hardly spank you!" and again she laughed at her remark. After my lesson, Hilda told me to go upstairs and finish my homework and then come down for supper. I did as she said, but while I was doing my math, thoughts about the dance and about Michael kept popping into my head. I couldn't stop thinking about those blue eyes. The day of the dance When I woke Saturday morning I couldn't wait to get out of bed. Tonight I would be going to my first real dance....with a date and if I say so, a very cute date. I looked at the pretty little party dress Hilda bought for me yesterday. The skirt is a little short, but Hilda says it looks fine on a young girl. 'I could never wear anything that short, but it looks adorable on you' she said looking me up and down when I tried it on. Because of St. Theresa's rule about heel height, the shoes I bought had 3"heels....they had a cute little ankle strap and a small decorative flower on the toe. They went perfectly with the dress. It was black with a white lace inlay at the bosom with a black lace trim at the hem. It was slightly nipped at the waist (which accentuated my small waist and bubble butt) and it was sleeveless, showing off my narrow shoulders and slender arms. I was sure that Michael would like it. At breakfast Hilda began talking about the dance. Apparently she has a lady friend who is the Assistant to the rector at St. Michaels and she agreed to list Hilda as a chaperone. I think Hilda was more excited than me.....and that is saying something. "You know, darling.....I think you should have Andie put your hair up prom style. The sophomore dance at St. Michaels is a nice affair and I want you to be the prettiest girl there. (Oh....mother has been going to a new salon owned by a young lady friend of hers named Robin Young). They were introduced by another lady friend of Hilda's named Susan. Anyway, Andie is a stylist at Robin's salon and she was going to do my hair for me. I had been to a salon several times, but Hilda told me about Andie and Robin really being boys like me and I got all excited. We bought my dress at Susan's boutique and when we left we went next door to the salon to confirm my appointment for the next day. It was a really feminine and fancy place. The employees as well as the clients were all well put together. I couldn't wait to go back the next morning. The scents from the establishment followed me home that evening and provided me with quiet anticipation. After breakfast we returned to the salon. "Robin, Andie...this is my niece Andrea. Andrea say hello to my friends." Sometimes Hilda is so formal. "It's very nice to meet you both," I said looking around at the place and taking in the scents. Andie spoke next. "HI! Andrea. I saw you last night when you and your aunt came by to confirm your appointment. I have been thinking of a good style for your dance. Robin did say you were going to a dance, right?" "Yes, at St. Michaels," I answered. "Well, that should be fun. I've seen some cute boys wearing the blazers with St. Michaels on it. Does your date go there?" "Yes, he's a sophomore." "I was thinking an updo would look great on you with that long slender neck and narrow shoulders....what do you think?" I smiled. "That's what Hilda and I were talking about." "Good! Let's get started." The first thing that happened was that a pretty girl washed and conditioned my hair. It was wonderful....she massaged my scalp and I could have gone to sleep it felt so good. The she brought me over to Andie's station. "I love the color of your hair Andrea....have you colored it?" Andie asked me. "No, it's my own color, but thank you for the compliment," I replied. Aunt Hilda sat watching and listening and she smiled at my learned comments. "I'm going to trim a few split ends.....actually you must take very good care of your hair, it is in wonderful shape." Andie knew just how to get a girl to relax. Before I knew it my head was covered with huge plastic rollers....all held down tightly against my scalp. When I looked in the mirror and saw myself I started to giggle....I couldn't help myself.....those giant rollers made me look like someone from outer space. Pretty soon Andie had the giggles, too and even Hilda giggled a few times. Andie showed me to one of the hair dryers and sat me down and pulled the helmet thing over my head. Before he turned it on he gave me two magazines and told me it would me a little while and to relax and enjoy. I looked at the Seventeen and Marie Claire magazines and decided on Marie Claire. I started by looking at the pretty models on the glossy pages wondering how I would look when Andie finished with me. Soon I found an article on gender dysphoria and was reading intently when Andie came and checked my hair. "Just a few more minutes, sweetie." He said before lowering the dryer over my head again. "I see you are reading an interesting article.....there is a lot to know on that subject." Then all I heard was the dryer going again. When I was released from the oven, Andie brought me over to a manicure station. "We're going to let your hair cool down a bit while Elle does your nails. Elle this Andrea and she is getting dolled up for a fancy dance tonight." Andie knows just how to get a girl to relax (did I say that before?). I looked at the girl who was going to do my nails and I felt that warm feeling in my stomach again....no matter what Hilda says, I can't imagine not being attracted to a beautiful girl like this. "It's nice to meet you, Elle." Elle looked up at Andie. "Have you decided on lip color?" she asked. Andie looked at me. "What color dress or you wearing, sweetie?" "I am wearing a black dress with black heels......(I looked at Hilda who was watching and listening)....I guess almost anything would match," I said then looked at Hilda who was smiling broadly. "With her coloring I was thinking of a Fuchsia or something close that is festive and a little grown up, but not too old for her," Elle said looking at Andie. "I think you're right," Andie replied. Before I could say anything, Hilda jumped in and said we would be pleased to follow their recommendations. Elle and I talked while she removed the coral polish I had on. She told me she was 19 and had been working for the salon for two months. "I started as a shampoo girl, but I want to go to Beauty College and learn to do hair and makeup. Miss Robin is helping me and lets me learn new things in the salon. I really just fill in doing manicures on Saturday..... for fun and so that I can get better at it." I looked at Elle's nails and thought to myself that I didn't see how she could get any better. Her own nails were colored a deep crimson. She had long slender fingers and her nails were really long compared to mine. I found myself wishing I was as pretty and feminine as her. When my nails were finished I was amazed. They looked like they were covered in glass.....the color (Wild about Fuchsia) was so adult looking that I felt like a model in a magazine. I thanked Elle and said I hoped to see her again. She smiled and said she was sure we would meet again. Elle brought me back over to Andie who removed my curlers and began wielding brushes and combs like a mad scientist. In no time at all my hair was piled on top of my head with big curls hanging down from the crown. There was also a little strand of hair in front of each ear that kind of dangled there....I loved it and thought it made me look real girlie. I knew Michael would like it too. When my hair was finished, Andie began on my makeup. He smoothed warm beige into my skin....blending evenly with a sponge to give my face a healthy if mono colored glow. She used loose powder to set the foundation. While it set she looked at my eyebrows. Andie turned to Hilda and asked, "I think her brows could use some work. Her natural brow is wonderful, but now that she is dating I think we could provide a little more arch. If she starts wearing eye shadow regularly, it will look so much better with a smooth surface right up to the brow itself. "What do you think?" she asked Hilda. "I believe you are right, Andie. My young niece is growing up. Do what you feel is best," Hilda replied. Soon I was sporting sculpted eye brows. Andie was right about waxing....it looked so much neater than plucking alone. Andie showed me how to contour with blush using two different shades and then she dusted over my whole face with a finishing brush. Next came my eyes. Andie was so focused when he was doing my eye makeup, I thought he was angry at first. When he finished them and showed me I almost felt faint. The eyeliner was like that lady on the insurance ads on TV....I think her name is Flo. It curled just a little where it passed the outer corner of my eye. The shadows were a light beige over my lid and some dark grey in the crease (and just above it.....a little trick I didn't know until Andie showed me) that made my eyes look deep and mysterious. Right below the brow down to the gray was a silver color that made the space between the crease and my brow seem so much wider. I can't tell you how thrilled I was. "Now I am going to do your lips, but you will have to do them again before you go out. I just want you to see the whole package." Andie is so patient and explains everything....I just love him. I stood up and with Hilda beside me I looked in the full mirror. Even with my little romper outfit I looked like I was ready to meet the queen. I don't know whose smile was bigger....mine or Hilda's. Andie put all the makeup he used on me in a little makeup purse and handed it to me. Hilda and I thanked all the girls in the salon and promised to make appoints soon so we could tell them all about the dance. On the way home Hilda asked me what I thought about the salon and my makeover. I told her I was thrilled and I didn't see how things could be any better. That evening I took a bath so as to not mess my makeup and hair and I shaved my legs and under my arms. My Fuchsia colored nails grabbed my attention whenever they caught the light. Under my dress I wore a black strapless bra with padding, black hip hugger panties and a waist cincher Hilda bought for me to wear with my new dress. I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased with what I saw. My bra cups looked like they were filled with me.....Hilda say this particular bra is designed for girls with small breasts that want a little more.....to make their dresses hang right. I slipped on a pair of Sheer Black Thigh High stockings and I was ready for the dress. Hilda held it for me to step into and then she zipped the back for me. I stepped into my 3" Black heels and sprayed a bit of Hilda's Chanel perfume in the air and then walked through it....letting it settle around me. Hilda told me to stand in front of my full length mirror and I did what she said... I then knew why Hilda was so adamant about my feminization. I don't want to sound conceited, but I made a dazzlingly pretty young teenage girl. Nobody in my previous life would ever recognize me in a million years. I grabbed the little black clutch purse Hilda bought me and we were off to pick up Michael. We picked up Michael at his aunt's house. When his aunt opened the door, he was standing right behind her. "Hello, Mrs. Jones....I'm Hilda and this is my niece, Andrea." Hilda pulled me forward when she introduced me. I could see Michael peering around his aunt trying to see me. When she turned to introduce him he had his first chance to see me in my full glory.....his mouth was open and his eyes looked as though they were going to pop out of his head. "Don't just stand there Michael.....Michael! Pin the corsage on your pretty young date." Mrs. Jones smiled at Hilda. "They are so cute at this age." Hilda smiled back and nodded. His hands were shaking, but Michael found a place to pin my corsage and managed to get it fixed without stabbing me. Hilda looked at me and then reminded me. "What do you say to Michael?" "Thank you Michael, it is beautiful......and you look very nice. He blushed as I kissed him on the cheek the way Hilda told me to. I noticed the Fuchsia lip print on his cheek and took a tissue from my purse and wiped it off for him. When I put the tissue back in my clutch I noticed Hilda smiling proudly. Aunt Hilda spoke with Mrs. Jones about what time we would be back and everything and they traded phone numbers in case of emergency. Finally we were off to the dance. I couldn't wait to get there and see Paige and Marla's dresses and of course....show off mine! Michael and I sat in the back of Hilda's Cadillac and watched as she drove through the streets to Saint Michaels. I don't think he said two words....he was painfully shy. I didn't mind....it wasn't like he was my boyfriend. When we got to the school Hilda found a parking space in front and I started to get out. Hilda looked into the back seat and furrowed her brow. 'Oh yeah!' I thought. I waited as Michael went around and opened my door for me. As he offered a hand to help me out of the car in my heels, I slid my legs over as I had been taught and then let him pull me to my feet....trying to help him as he did. I could see Hilda through the corner of my eye and I could tell that I had done alright. When we got inside I saw that there were some couples dancing, but a lot of the boys and girls had separated into gender groups....boys with boys and girls with girls. As soon as Michael saw William standing with some other boys he took off toward them leaving me standing with Hilda right inside the door. When he got about 5 feet away he stopped, turned around looking sheepish and walked back up to me. "Sorry, Andrea. I guess I forgot to ask you if you wanted to go and talk to William." "That's alright darling, go.....spend a little time with your friends. But keep an eye on me....when I am ready to dance I will signal you. Understand!' I don't know who was more surprised at what I said....Michael, Hilda or me. I really don't know where it came from. Dressed as I was and feeling like a young adult, kids like Michael were there for my entertainment....it was like Martians had taken me over. I've never said Darling before in my life....I'm pretty sure. I must admit I felt a rush of adrenalin and I wanted to boss this poor shy boy all night. Fortunately, after he went to meet his friends Hilda had a little talk with me. "Andrea, I am a bit surprised at the way you bullied Michael. Do you think that was the right thing to do?" "Hilda, did you see the way he responded. He wanted me to tell him what to do. He's so shy he didn't say one word all the way over here," I pleaded my case. "That is not what I asked you, young lady. I saw his reaction.....that is not the point." "I'm sorry Auntie....I don't know what I was thinking. It just came out of my mouth.....but honestly,.....I liked being his boss and I really think he did too. I will go apologize to him." The party spirit was slipping away from me. "You will do no such thing! I'm raising you to be a strong independent woman and I will not have you apologizing for it." Hilda always knows what to say. "Andrea...Andrea, over here!" I looked for a face to go with the voice and I saw Marla with two girls getting soft drinks from the concession stand. I waved and looked at Hilda. "Go....go meet your friends, dear. I'm going to look for my friend. Do not leave the gym without asking me first....understand?" I nodded and then walked over to meet Marla using my best big girl sway on my hips....not hard to do in heels and with a cincher holding you up straight. Everyone loosened up after a while and people were laughing and joking as well as dancing. The gender groups held pretty steady....it seemed like the only time the boy and girl couple got together was to dance....then they would go back to the group they came from. I hadn't seen Hilda in fifteen minutes when Paige came up and whispered in my ear. "Andrea.....I want a cigarette. The dance is over in 45 minutes and then we all go home. My parents aren't as accepting as your aunt Hilda.....if I don't get a smoke now, I won't get a chance again until tomorrow. Come with me?" "I would love to Paige, but I'm not supposed to leave the gym without my....Hilda's permission." "Well, where is she....go ask her. Just tell her you are going with for some fresh air because I don't feel well or something." "I wouldn't lie to her, Paige, but I would ask her....if I knew where she was." I said looking around without luck. Michael was standing with Gary and William and they were starting to act like kids. I was thinking to myself that it was a shame they were so immature. "If your Aunt isn't here, how can you ask her? I know she won't mind....come on!" Paige was almost dragging me out. "Where are you taking me?" I asked. "I've been here before....the kids go behind the gym where there is a little garden with some statues. Come on lets hurry before someone sees us." And with that we were out the side door of the gym. Paige handed me a cigarette....I think she smokes Benson and Hedges and I put the slender tube between my fingers and brought it to my lips. Paige struck the lighter and our faces lit up as I pulled the fire into the end of the cigarette with my deep drag. As I blew out the smoke I watched as Paige lit her cigarette. She was beautiful with her red hair pulled back on top and fixed with an expensive looking hair comb. Wearing her hair like that shows off her dainty little ears and her dangling beaded earrings. Just as she was exhaling that first drag there was a noise behind us and someone walked out of the dark. It was Hilda and she had her own cigarette between her fingers. "Hello girls! Out for a smoke?" I tried to smile and then I decided to just face the music. "Auntie Hilda...I....uh....we....we were...." I stammered. I noticed that Paige looked at me a little strange when I said 'Auntie', but she didn't say anything. "Oh Andrea!....I know I wasn't inside. How could you ask permission? I needed a cigarette myself....I should have told you where I was going. Paige looked at me again and this time she smiled like 'what is up with you two'. We talked about the dance so far and Hilda wanted to know about every boy who danced with me.....'Was he a good dancer?.....what was his name again?.....is he handsome?....Did he ask you for a date? The questions kept coming as we smoked our cigarettes. Paige even jumped in about how some of the boys that asked me to dance were really cute. I felt like a young woman and not a young girl standing out there with Hilda and Paige.....3 women smoking and talking about boys. We finished our cigarettes and went back inside the gymnasium. Paige told me that I was really lucky to have an aunt like Hilda.....I think she really meant it. I did get all the dances I wanted and stopped bossing Michael around early on. Most of the dances were fast dances because I think that was all the band knew. Michael is alright, but he is still very immature. Hilda said that girls grow up faster than boys. There was one boy who I danced with to one of the few slow dances they played all night. His name was Thomas and he is 16. He is tall with a fair complexion and dark eyes. We talked while we danced and I thought he was going to ask me for a date.....but he didn't. At this age, boys seem to be a little behind the girls in the maturity thing. I can't wait until I can meet some boys who know how to be young men......and truthfully!.....I wished that Paige knew I was a boy and didn't care....and that we fell madly in love......I knew that wouldn't happen, but a girl can dream. After we dropped Michael off at his aunts, Hilda took me for a burger at a late night diner. When we finished our sandwiches and sat back in our booth to have one last cigarette I noticed that the other people there were watching us. Hilda a middle aged woman and a teenage girl in a party dress smoking.....it was scandalous I'm sure. Some of the young men at the counter seemed to like it....one even winked at me. After the dance The rest of freshman year went by quickly. I was busy with school, had two best friends in Paige and Marla and I even attended two more dances during the school year. One dance was at a youth center and I went with Paige and Marla and one was at St. Theresa. I asked Michael to that one....Hilda said I should since he invited me to his. I had a few other dates with a couple of other boys, one who took me to the movies (Gary) and one who took me to a his school play (Tim). Although I never let any of the boys I dated get inside my panties I did let Gary play with my boobies in the movie. It tickled and I kept giggling. The people around us nearly got angry, but I couldn't help myself...it tickled. It also gave me that same warm feeling that I got when Hilda had to discipline me. Speaking of Hilda! She continued to train me in the ways of a woman and by the end of the school year she decided it was time I learned to dilate. I didn't know what that meant and I asked her what it was. "It's when a woman's vagina begins to open up....so you can accommodate a man's penis. Even though I don't like men...it doesn't mean you can't get married and have a husband to make love to. Eventually, when you are grown you can have an operation and have the doctors create a vagina from your own privates.....Of course, you may not want to remove your willie, but you still have to be able to let your man penetrate you so I am going to show you how to dilate your special little place." "This, my dear... is a vibrator." She held up a little cylinder thing with a knob or a cap on the flat end. "Did you remember to douche tonight?" Hilda asked. I nodded shyly that I had. "Okay! Now lay yourself down over my lap and I will show you how it works." "I did as I was told." I had been having my period for a while now and having a tampon up there was no big deal....even Hilda's finger every once in a while wasn't bad, in fact I kind of like it. Hilda was massaging my butt cheeks and working her way to my rosebud. She was cooing and whispering as she went. Finally I felt the vibrator pushing against my little pussy. I could feel the slickness and the familiar smell of the lubricant. As I relaxed I felt it slide in. "Oooooo! Auntie Hilda!" I said. "Just wait darling." And she turned the switch and the little bugger started vibrating. I was vibrating too, from head to toe. It felt like Hilda was vibrating too. She continued to rub my buttocks as the little machine drove me to heights I had never imagined. Finally she turned the knob again and the monster felt like he was going to shake my insides out. I screamed in ecstasy .....'yes auntie....yes!' I heard Hilda moan and then felt her shake and we both searched for our breath. There was quiet for a few minutes and then Hilda told me to get ready for bed.... 'And be sure to hang up your dress,' she said. Well, school let out last Friday and I am so looking forward to summer. I like swimming and getting a tan and I have a new bathing suit. Hilda said it was good that we waited to buy the suit because now I could almost fill the bikini top. Paige's family has a pool and she said we could have pool parties all summer....I can't wait! The end (for now!)