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THE BEST WEEK OF MY LIFE
(- so far!!)
CHAPTER 1 - THE BEGINNING
(Author's Note: The mixing of male/female names and pronouns in this
story is deliberate and not the result of sloppy editing! I am trying to
convey the confusion that exists in our hero(ine)'s mind as (s)he goes
through the week's programme.)
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For the teenagers studying at St Jude's Academy in Warminster, the end
of exams in the 5th Form provided an opportunity unlike anything they
would have experienced had they attended any other school. Their GCSE's
were over and completed before half-term, which was deliberately
scheduled later than usual in the summer term. Whilst the rest of the
school went off on an Outdoor Activities week, the boys and girls in the
5th Form stayed behind to take part in a unique life-style project.
What made St Jude's so different from other schools was that, when aged
around 15, all pupils spent a week living and studying as the other
gender. Robert - (Rob) - Harris was one of those pupils. He breathed a
sigh of relief as he walked out of his final GCSE exam. He thought he
had done reasonably well; hopefully well enough to be able to take the
A-Levels necessary if he were to pursue his dream career in medicine.
Until this moment all his energy and attention had been focussed on his
exams. Only now was he able to start getting his head around what the
forthcoming half-term holiday would bring. The school deliberately did
not make a song and dance about the gender-swap programme, preferring to
let students enter it with an open mind. Of course everyone knew it
happened and the project was a source of much sniggering amusement among
the younger children who hadn't yet quite grasped the fact that they, in
due course, would come to participate themselves.
On the Friday before half-term, coaches pulled up outside the school and
all the pupils, other than those in the 5th Form, climbed on board. The
5th formers looked on enviously as rucksacks; walking boots and wet-
weather gear were stowed in the buses lockers. They would have much
preferred to be going off with the others than going through the gender-
swap programme.
Once the buses had departed, the remaining students and teachers filed
into the Hall. There were two classes in the 5th form at St Jude's; so
about 70 pupils in all, half boys and half girls. When everyone was
seated, the Head Teacher, Ms Brownlow, got up onto the stage and started
to explain what the coming week would entail. "As you know" she started,
"it has long been the policy at this school to ensure that, as part of
your social education, all you boys learn what is like to be a young
woman and, similarly, you girls get a chance to flex your muscles as a
man." This small joke invoked a burst of nervous laughter which helped
relief the tension.
"We believe it is vitally important that if you young people are to take
your proper place in society, you understand and respect the needs and
drives of the opposite sex," Ms Brownlow continued. "To that end you
will each spend the week learning skills and behaviours appropriate to
the opposite sex. You will dress, study, and socialise exactly if you
were a member of the other gender. Your lessons will be very gender
specific; indeed so politically incorrect that we had to get special
authorisation from our Governors to go against Equality legislation! You
boys - now "girls" - will learn cooking and needlework, whilst the new
"boys" will have classes in woodwork, car maintenance, and other similar
masculine topics. I know it all sounds very strange and somewhat scary,
but we teachers will be here to help you and to go through the process
alongside you. Thus, after this meeting, I will become Mr Brownlow for
the week, and I expect you to address me as "sir". Mr Adams will become
"Dawn"; Miss French, "Charles"; Miss Ackland, "Peter"; and Mr
Mythenroyd, "Sylvia". For this week only, it will be perfectly
appropriate for you to address them by their new first names."
This announcement produced another round of giggles; all the students
were trying to imagine what sort of woman tubby Mr Mythenroyd would
make! "Now, in order to help each of you to get into role as quickly as
possible, we have introduced a "buddy" system. Each of you will be put
into a boy/girl pairing so that you can help your buddy deal with any
immediate issues arising from your change of sex."
Mr Adams - "Dawn" - read out a list of names and the students moved
around to sit next to their buddy. Robert was pleased to discover he had
been paired with Sally Sanders, a girl in his class with whom he got on
well. Sally leaned over towards him, "Are you looking forward to this
next week Bobby? I know I am. I love being a girl, but you guys always
seem to be freer and more relaxed. I'm looking forward to experiencing
that, as well as seeing how you boys cope with all the restrictions that
apply to girls." Robert replied; "To be honest I'm a bit scared and
excited at the same time. This week is a bit of a rite of passage for
all of us and it is awesome to know we are following in the footsteps of
so many other kids who have been through this experience in the past."
"Listen everyone," the Head Teacher called out, "it is time to get
dressed in your new clothes. Will the new "boys" accompany Charles and
Peter to Boys Changing Room, whilst you new "girls" go with Dawn and
Sylvia to the Girl's one." Everyone shuffled out of the Hall. Robert was
surprised to see how much cleaner the Girls Changing Room was compared
with the one he usually used; no sweaty trainers or jockstraps hid in
corners and that unmistakable "changing room pong" was missing.
Sylvia called out names and gave every new girl a holdall containing
their new clothes. Robert's name was called out as "Roberta Harris" and
everyone was given a new girl's name. "First off," announced Sylvia, "I
want you all to take a shower. In your bags you will find a bottle of
special shower cream. This will remove, temporarily, your body hair. So
I want you to make sure you use it on every part of your body except
your face and head - unless you want to be bald for the next few months!
Rub the cream in well; wait a few minutes until your skin starts to
tingle and then wash it off." Roberta stripped of her male clothes and
headed into the showers along with everyone else. The cream smelt pretty
disgusting, but (s)he applied it as directed and, after about ten
minutes, felt her skin start to burn. Quickly rinsing it off, (s)he
watched with horror as her sparse body hair flushed down the drain.
Towelling dry felt subtly different on the newly smooth skin,
particularly as they had been given soft, pink bath-sheets in place of
the rough old towels they normally used.
Wrapping the bath-sheets around themselves, the "girls" returned to the
changing room. Whilst they had been in the showers, Dawn and Sylvia had
changed their clothes and were now resplendent in skirts and heels. They
had even found time to put on make-up, jewellery, and wigs. Dawn was
wearing a pale-grey, sleeveless sheath dress, whilst Sylvia wore a pale-
blue blouse and pleated navy skirt. To Roberta's surprise both teachers
looked very realistic in their new female roles.
"First lesson girls," called out Sylvia; "You should all be wearing your
towels wrapped round your chests like Roberta, Christine, and a few
others; not round your waists. Get them in place at once." Shamefacedly,
those who weren't correctly attired adjusted the position of their
towels.
"It is now time for you to get acquainted with your new clothing" smiled
Dawn. "Panties first, I think". Roberta reached into his bag and drew
out a pair of pale pink knickers; high-waisted, with lace trim on the
front. Somewhat embarrassed, he stepped into them and gingerly pulled
them into place under cover of his towel. To his surprise they were
surprisingly comfortable and once he had tucked back his "private
parts", he presented a smooth female vee at his crutch. "Maybe this
won't be so bad after all" he thought to himself. "I guess that if I am
going to get the most out of this week, it is about time I stopped
thinking of myself as "him" and started becoming "her"." So, without
more ado, "she" dropped her towel and stood there in her clean pink
panties.
"What are these sir - sorry, I mean miss?" one of the "girls" called
out, holding a couple of round things in her hands. "Ah," said Dawn,
"those are your breasts. By 15 most young women have them - as no doubt
you have noticed Charlotte! - so it is only right you experience them
also. Now we are going to glue them on, so that they can remain in place
for the whole week." The next half-hour was taken up with Dawn and
Sylvia helping glue the breast-forms to young male chests. Roberta was
surprised how heavy they were and was relieved when Dawn explained how
to put on a bra. After some fumbling, she managed to fasten the clips of
her white bra and then stood looking down at her own cleavage. It felt
very strange. As a boy she was entranced by the budding breasts of her
girl friends, and now she had a pair of her own.
Tights were the next challenge and Dawn and Sylvia had to hand out
several replacement pairs before everyone was attired in un-laddered,
mid-tan hose. The white, girl's blouse with its peter-pan collar and
short, puffy sleeves wasn't that difficult to put on - once you got used
to the buttons being on the wrong side. Getting into a skirt felt odd,
but, once on, didn't feel to bad and, secretly, Roberta thought his legs
looked rather nice peeking out beneath the green, pleated uniform skirt.
The green blazer with the white piping wasn't so different from the one
he wore as a boy except, once again, for the fact that the buttons were
on the "wrong" side. Finally they got to the shoes and Roberta slipped
her feet into a pair of black, patents with a little heel.
All the girls stood around laughing and joking about how peculiar each
of their friends looked. Dawn and Sylvia knew this was the standard
embarrassed reaction at this stage of the week and allowed them to josh
about for a few minutes before calling everyone back to order. "Nearly
there" Sylvia announced, "just your hair to deal with now." Dawn arrived
with a tray of wigs on stands. There were many different colours and
styles and the "girls" were invited to pick the one they thought would
suit them best. Roberta picked one that was curly, fell a bit below her
shoulders, and was blonde with auburn highlights. Sylvia helped her fit
it in place.
The school rules did not allow girls to wear make-up or jewellery, so
they were now fully dressed and ready to face the world in their new
roles. Taking a deep breath, Roberta let Dawn and Sylvia usher her,
along with the other new girls, back into the Hall.
The first sight that met their eyes as they entered the Hall was a
gaggle of smartly dressed, embarrassed "boys" standing in the middle of
the room. Roberta drew a breathe; (s)he wouldn't have recognised any of
her female friends in their new garb. They were totally convincing as
boys, with their hair constrained under short wigs. The only thing that
struck a slightly wrong note was the fact that they were all too tidy;
ties were neatly knotted - not hanging slackly below the top button;
shirts were crisply tucked into trouser waistbands - not spilling out
and hanging loose. Female habits of tidiness had obviously carried
through to their new roles.
It was at this point that Roberta suddenly realised that if the girls
could look convincing as "boys", then (s)he and the others probably
looked equally good as "girls". Roberta made her way over to Sally - or
"Stan" as "he" now introduced himself. "How do you feel about this now?"
she enquired. "Not too bad," Stan replied; it isn't probably as strange
for me as it is for you. After all I am used to wearing trousers, but I
guess this will be your first experience of a skirt. The most
uncomfortable thing is the elastic vest they have given us to wear so as
to hide our boobs. It is really tight, but I guess I am going to have to
get used to it for the next few days."
"Listen children," called out "Mr" Brownlow, who was now dressed in a
dark grey, man's suit, with a white shirt and striped tie. "Gather round
and I will explain what happens next." The children moved closer to the
stage. "It is time for you to go home now. Your parents have all
received a letter briefing them on the week's programme, so they are
expecting you to arrive dressed as you now are. They have been asked to
ensure you remain in role over the weekend. I will expect to see you
back here at 08:30 Monday morning and we will get started on your new
gender-experience lessons. My advice is to try and enjoy the experience
of living as the opposite sex. The more you enter into your new roles,
the more you are going to get out of the programme. Good luck!"
Everyone felt nervous about venturing out in public dressed as they
were. Fortunately "Stan" lived quite close to Roberta, so they were able
to walk home together, giving each other moral support. Never the less
it was a very apprehensive Roberta who entered her home a little while
later. "Is that you darling?" called out Mrs Harris as she heard the
front door close. "Yes Mum," replied Roberta, standing in the hall
nervously tugging at her skirt. Mrs Harris came through from the kitchen
and paused, her mouth falling open in surprise. "I'm sorry Mummy," cried
Roberta, "do I look that silly?" "Not at all darling," replied her
mother. "I was expecting you to come home dressed as a girl. It is just
that I never thought you would look so beautiful!" At this both mother
and new daughter burst into tears and fell into each others arms. The
crying jag released all the tension Roberta had built up on her way home
and, when she had dried her eyes, she was able to gasp; "Do you mean it?
Am I really nice looking as a girl?" "Oh my dear," replied Mrs Harris,
holding Roberta close, "you are the daughter I would have loved to have
had, had we not been blest with such a wonderful son." More tears
ensued.
Finally the two of them pulled themselves together. "Your father is
going to be amazed at your transformation," said Mrs Harris. "He has
been so looking forward to seeing what sort of girl you would make. I am
sure he will be as delighted as I am. Now, he won't be home from work
for a couple of hours yet, so why don't you and I spend that time
getting you out of your school uniform and into something pretty to
surprise him." Two hours to change clothes seemed a bit excessive to
Robert but, of course, he didn't know what would be involved now that he
was "Roberta"; and "pretty" sounded a bit of a challenge! Still "go with
the flow" was going to be his motto for the week, so let's see what Mum
has in mind.
Mrs Harris ushered Roberta upstairs and into his/her bedroom. It was
immediately apparent that a few changes had been made whilst "he" had
been at school. His football scarves and rock posters had been taken
down from the walls and replaced with prints of bunnies and kittens -
(urgh!!!) - and a couple of posters of Boy Bands - ("I've noticed how
cute some of those guys look" - double urgh!!) The coverlet on his bed
had been replaced with a lacy white one and his old stuffed rabbit toy -
(which he had kept for sentimental reasons, but had stuffed away in his
wardrobe) - now had pride of place on "her" pillow! Most disturbingly of
all; the mess that habitually covered his floor had been cleared away
and, as a consequence, "her" room now looked cleaner and more spacious.
"Now slip out of that uniform whilst I run you a bath" instructed Mrs
Harris. Roberta stripped down to her bra and panties, but, for some
inexplicable reason, felt reluctant to remove these last two garments.
Mrs Harris returned from the bathroom, where she had been preparing the
bath. "Off with those dear," she said, with a smile. "It's not as if I
am unfamiliar with breasts, and your "private parts" have hardly been a
secret from me since you were born!" Reluctantly Roberta removed her
final garments and stood naked in front of her mother. "You have a very
nice figure dear" mussed mother. "Now into the bath - but don't forget
to take your wig off first!" Roberta did as instructed and then climbed
into the foaming bath. Mother had put in some sweet smelling crystals
and, as she relaxed, Roberta mussed that maybe there were some aspects
of being female that definitely improved on the lot of the mere male!
She luxuriated in the bath for a good half-hour before getting out and
towelling herself off. "Remember to "pat" not "rub" dear" announced
mother; "Ladies do things differently from men!" Once dry, mother
insisted Roberta wrap her towel above her breasts, rather than round her
waist, as was Rob's habit. Once dry, Mrs Harris passed Roberta a clean
bra and panty set. "I bought a few things for you in anticipation of
today" she announced; "Not too many, so that you can enjoy shopping for
yourself; just enough to get started." Before long Roberta was
respectably clad in lemon coloured bra and panties; sheer tan tights; a
burgundy-coloured, corduroy mini-skirt; and a cream, Angora jumper. Mrs
Harris produced a pair of black shoes with a chunky, three inch heel.
"Girls of your age experiment with fashion," she announced, "so you
ought to do the same and get the feel of what it is like to wear heels."
Once appropriately clad, Mrs Harris sat Roberta down in front of the
mirror and told her; "I'm now going to show you how to apply make-up
appropriate for a girl of your age. Take notice because you are going to
have to do it for yourself for the rest of this week." She applied eye-
shadow; mascara; and lipstick. "At your age, "less" is "more"," she
explained. "Young girls don't need much make-up; just sufficient to
enhance their features."
With her wig securely back in place, Roberta looked every inch the smart
young woman. Mrs Harris stared in amazement. "If I didn't know better, I
could easily take you to be a real girl," she exclaimed; "your
transformation is incredible. I think you are going to have an
interesting time this week!" This last, somewhat ambiguous statement
caused a slight frown to momentarily cross Roberta's face.
"Come downstairs and you can help me prepare dinner" Mrs Harris
requested. The two of them went down to the kitchen, where Mrs Harris
passed Roberta a frilly full-length apron. "We don't want you getting
any marks on that pretty new jumper, do we?" she announced. Roberta
happily donned the apron. As "Rob" his mother had made sure he knew the
basics of cooking and food preparation but his actual involvement
helping in the kitchen had been spasmodic and brief. Clearly, as the
daughter of the house, Roberta was expected to be more involved. She
started by laying the table and then prepared the vegetables whilst her
mother made a Lancashire hot-pot.
It was about half past six when Mr Harris arrived home. The two women
had just about finished in the kitchen and Mrs Harris told Roberts to
quickly take her apron off so that her father could meet his daughter
for the first time in all her glory. "Welcome home darling" Mrs Harris
called out; "Come and meet your lovely new daughter." Roberta tried to
smile, but inwardly her stomach was tied up in knots. Would her father
sneer at his sissy son all dolled up in skirts and heels? She need not
have worried. Mr Harris took one look at her and swept her up in his
arms. I've been waiting all day wondering how you would take to the
gender programme and now look at you! My little girl is a true
"princess"!" Roberts was mightily relieved. She disentangled herself
from her father's embrace. "Don't be silly Daddy" she chided him; "I'm
sixteen and much too old to be your princess. This week I am going to
learn what it is like to be a young woman, not a little girl!" All three
of them burst into laughter and any residual tension was dissipated.
Daddy asked Roberta to "do a little twirl for me" and complimented her
on her poise and the way she handled her unfamiliar clothing. (Roberta
mused that somehow, as a girl; it seemed perfectly natural to think of
her parents as Mummy and Daddy, although Rob had always addressed them
as Mum and Dad.)
Mrs Harris announced that dinner was ready and Roberta hurried to bring
through the food whilst her father opened a bottle of wine. As he was
only sixteen, his parents discouraged Rob from regular consumption of
alcohol. He wasn't allowed to drink during the week, but at weekends he
was given a half glass of wine with his evening meal. Normally this was
a red wine, but tonight Mr Harris was opening a bottle of bubbly. "It is
a very special evening and I think we ought to toast Bobbie properly" he
announced. ("So my family name is now "Bobbie" rather than "Rob"" she
thought.) Daddy handed her a flute of fizz and declared; "To our
wonderful daughter. May she enjoy this experience and learn from it; to
Bobbie". He and Mummy stood and raised their glasses whilst Bobbie
beamed with delight.
They enjoyed a lovely meal and Roberta was complimented on her
vegetables. "Just right dear" said her mother; "al dente and not
overdone. You show real promise as a cook." After dinner Bobbie helped
clear the table and load the dishwasher. They settled down together to
watch television whilst Mr and Mrs Harris enjoyed the remainder of the
wine. "Remember to smooth your skirt under you and keep your knees
together when sitting" Mrs Harris admonished; "I can see your knickers
from where I am sitting and no young lady would wish that to happen."
Bobbie blushed and rapidly adjusted her sitting posture. "You might find
it helpful to try crossing your legs as I do" Mummy advised; "Most women
naturally adopt this posture when seated. Bobbie tried it and, although
it felt odd, found she could sit reasonably comfortably with her legs
crossed at the knee.
When it was time for bed, Mummy accompanied Bobbie up to her bedroom.
"You will need to remove your make-up before getting into bed" she
explained. "I have put out appropriate cleansers for you in the
bathroom, but I thought that on this first occasion I should explain how
you use them. Bobbie took off her sweater and skirt and, clad only in
her underwear - but this time without embarrassment - allowed her mother
to clean her face. "Thank you," she said, "for having made this evening
so special for me. I wasn't at all sure how you would react when you saw
me dressed as a girl, but you and Daddy have been wonderfully
supportive." Leaning over she gave her mother a big hug and kiss.
(Something "Rob" would never have dreamed of doing.) "It is my pleasure"
Mummy replied. "I love my son, but it has always been a regret that I
could only have the one child and that, therefore, you never had a
sister or I a daughter. Just for this week we can put that right and I
am going to love having my gorgeous "Roberta" around." For not the first
time that day, tears ensued.
On going to her bedroom, Bobbie found that her mother had laid out a
nylon nightdress and matching panties for her. Eagerly she removed her
tights, bra and panties and put them in her dirty laundry basket. She
shivered as the cool nylon slid over her shoulders and down her body.
"So much nicer than my usual boring old cotton pjs" she thought.
However, once in bed she discovered a downside to being a woman; her
breasts kept getting in the way and she found it difficult to find a
comfortable position in which to sleep. Eventually she did drop off and
dreamed about all the changes that she had gone through that day.
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