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THE BEST WEEK OF MY LIFE
CHAPTER 3 - BACK TO SCHOOL
Normally on school days Robert left it as late as possible before
getting up; leaving himself only enough time to throw on his clothes,
gulp down a cup of tea, and grab a slice of toast to eat as he walked
into school. This Monday morning was different.
The alarm went off at 7:00am and Robert rubbed the sleep out of his
eyes, yawning as he wondered why he was waking up so early. Then he
remembered - today was the start of his week of lessons learning what it
was like to be a girl. As he jumped out of bed both the nightdress he
was wearing and the bounce of his breast forms on his chest served as a
reminder of everything he had experienced already during the last two
days. Robert had only recently started shaving, as his beard growth was
light. This morning he took particular care to give himself a close
shave and, whilst in the shower, checked carefully to ensure that there
weren't any stray body hairs which had escaped the application of
depilatory cream he had used the previous Friday; there weren't.
Once he had patted himself dry, Rob - switching swiftly into "Roberta"
mode - stepped carefully into a pair of plain green cotton knickers.
(S)he took care not to ladder her hose as she rolled tan tights up her
legs. A white bra, with just a little lace trim around the cups, gave
support to her, surprisingly heavy, breast forms. After a weekend of
practice, she found fastening the buttons on her white blouse much
easier than she had on Friday. The green, pleated skirt and matching
blazer completed her uniform and, slipping her feet into a pair of black
shoes with a small stacked heel, she went downstairs.
Bobbie's mother had prepared breakfast for her. "My girl isn't going to
walk to school chewing on a piece of toast" she said with a smile. "Just
sit down there and eat your breakfast." Breakfast was a sliced
grapefruit, a small bowl of muesli and yogurt, and a cup of tea. "We
women need to constantly think about what we are eating" Mother
explained, "If we aren't careful our figures just get bigger and bigger.
This is another lesson for you to learn this week; eat like a girl."
As she approached the school gates, Bobbie wasn't sure whether she was
excited or scared; "A bit of both, I guess" she thought. The other
pupils from her year were slowly assembling in the playground. A few
looked decidedly uncomfortable in their new clothes, but the majority,
like Bobbie, wore their uniforms in a natural, relaxed way. Bobbie
spotted Stan across the yard and walked over to him. "Thanks for all
your help and advice over the weekend" she said. "It has certainly made
coming in today easier than it would otherwise have been." "Don't be
silly" said Stan "that's what friends are for. Anyway you helped me just
as much as I helped you. And then "Sally" and "Robert" chipped in by
loaning us some of their clothes!" This little joke caused the two of
them to subside into a fit of giggles from which continued until the
voice of Dawn Adams called them to order.
The children filed into the Hall and took seats in front of the stage.
Their teachers, all appropriately dressed in their revised gender roles,
sat on the stage. "Mr" Brownlow, the Head Teacher addressed them: "I
trust you have all had a pleasant weekend adjusting to your new gender"
she started. "Today your week of learning starts in earnest. You girls"
gesturing towards Bobbie and the other ex-boys, "will start with a
lesson on how to apply make-up. Oh I know we don't usually allow make-up
to be worn in school, but this week is an exception. Meanwhile you
"boys" will learn what it is like to get your hands dirty by stripping
down a car engine. Now off you go, and good luck to you all."
As they filed off into their classrooms, Bobbie reflected that this
week's programme had clearly been carefully thought out. It looked as
though "Rob" was going to gain some unexpected new skills. Their class
room was set up with large mirrors on every table with an array of make-
up products spread in front. Dawn Adams asked everyone to pair off and
sit at a table. She then introduced Mandy Wright, a genuine girl and a
beautician from a nearby salon. Mandy then explained the secrets of
female make-up. She started by emphasising the importance of "less is
more" and explaining why some colour pallets suit one complexion but not
another. She then showed them how to apply the different products and
got them to practice on each other and then themselves. Naturally the
first attempts were pretty dreadful but, gradually, most started to get
the hang of it and, by the time the lesson finished, Bobbie was pleased
to find that she could now apply a very reasonable, simple, daytime
make-up. "I'll be back later in the week" explained Mandy "to show you
how to put on an evening look. In the meantime keep practicing!"
It was now lunch time and the "girls" rejoined the "boys" in the
canteen. Bobbie was amused to see that Stan had a smear of grease across
his cheek. She pointed this out to him as they queued to get their
lunch. "It was gross" Stan muttered. "Oh, the business of stripping down
an engine was fascinating, but how you boys cope with filthy hands and
broken fingernails all the time I just can't imagine!" So saying, he
ruefully looked at his hands and Bobbie notice that his nails, usually
so well groomed on "Sally", were chipped and broken. Stan sighed, "I
guess they will grow back" he said.
When it came to her turn to be served, Bobbie was careful to avoid the
burgers and chips and chose instead a tuna salad, and a glass of
sparkling water rather than a cola. To her surprise she rather enjoyed
the lighter lunch as a result didn't feel stuffed when it came time to
start their afternoon lesson. For the girls this turned out to be
needlework and they were given instruction on the use of a sewing
machine and how to use paper dress patterns.
By the time the bell rang to mark the end of the school day, Bobbie was
tired but exhilarated. She had worked and concentrated hard but, as a
result, had learned two new skills. She looked forward to telling her
parents what she had learned. Bobbie walked part way home with Stan, who
had also got a lot out of the day. His afternoon had been spent on the
sports field playing rugby. "I'm fine with soccer" he explained, "and I
know that girls do play rugby, but I haven't before and it is a pretty
brutal sport. Still, I'm glad I have tried it - once!!"
Bobbie's Mother was thrilled when her son explained that he now knew how
to apply make-up and, immediately, insisted he show her what he could
do. At the end of Bobbie's demonstration, Mother hugged her and said, "I
am so proud of you and the way in which you are embracing this
opportunity. You can't imagine now, but all this knowledge will come in
so useful when you are dating in a few years time."
Tuesday morning found Bobbie up bright and early, eager to get to school
and see what the new day offered in respect of new experiences. The
morning session turned out to be domestic science. Bobbie got less out
of this session than she had from the previous day's lessons as she was
already a fairly good cook, her mother being of the opinion that all
young people needed to master the basic tenets of cooking so that they
could always look after themselves. The afternoon proved to be more
interesting. Dawn Adams explained that on the Saturday night of the
gender-swap week, it had become traditional to hold a formal dance.
"Girls will need to choose a party dress for the occasion, so this
afternoon we will be studying the fashion industry and looking at how
you decide what is going to work for you and what isn't." Bobbie found
it fascinating to pour over different fashion magazines and to learn how
skirt lengths, colours, and materials varied from season to season
depending upon the dictates of a few fashion designers who seemed, at
any point in time, to control what women would wear. "This is
ridiculous" she thought, "Why can't women make up their own minds as to
what they look good in or not?" Still it was a really interesting
session and she was glad to have gone through it. "Maybe the fashion
industry is one I might consider for my own career" she thought, "I'm
good at art, design, and technology, and it seems as though the industry
has more male designers than female." She filed the thought away for
further consideration.
And so the week progressed. Bobbie had opportunities to learn how to
play netball; write poetry; and, in one amazing day, care for babies.
First thing Thursday morning, each of the new "girls" was fitted with a
prosthetic belly which, as the day progressed, was inflated by regular
additions of water. The point of the exercise was to simulate, in one
day, what it was like to be pregnant. By mid-afternoon, the weight of
the inflated belly pressing on her intestines was causing Bobbie acute
discomfort. She, along with everyone else, forever had to put their hand
up and ask to be excused to visit the toilet. "This is awful" she
thought. I've only got to cope with this for a day; real girls have it
for nine months!" By the end of the day, everyone had been "delivered"
of their baby and had been taught how to change a nappy and administer a
bottle. "We will excuse you breast feeding" Sylvia announced with a
smile; but only because we haven't yet come up with a way to make it a
realistic experience."
On the Friday afternoon, each of the "girls" was asked to outline which
of the different things they had learned had made the most impression on
them. For Bobbie it was the brief experience of what it must be like to
become pregnant. "Very good Roberta" agreed Dawn, "and just remember
that we weren't able to simulate the pain of childbirth for you and be
grateful. Men have it so much easier than women when it comes to the
continuance of the species!"
Saturday was the day of the formal dance. Bobbie had been giving thought
all week as to what she should wear. Naturally she consulted "Sally",
the sister of her best friend "Stan". Stan had it easy; all he needed to
do was find a black dinner jacket that fitted properly and he was
sorted. For Bobbie it was much more difficult. After a great deal of
heart searching and discussion with both her mother and Sally, she
settled for one of the outfits Sally had loaned her the previous
weekend. This comprised a short, tight, black velvet skirt; a sequined,
sleeveless top in tones of bronze and gold; sheer, black seamed
stockings, worn with a suspender belt with the straps adjusted to their
shortest position in order that the welts on Bobbie's stockings should
not be visible. Mandy's second make-up lesson was invaluable when it
came to applying a sophisticated evening look that was still appropriate
for a teenage girl. Bobbie's ears, which she had had pierced the
previous Saturday, had healed sufficiently for Mummy to loan her a pair
of dangly earrings. She had also given Bobbie a sweet necklace
comprising a gold heart on a thin chain. "This is a present for you
darling" she said as she handed it over. "It was Grandma's and I always
intended to give it to my eldest daughter. As Daddy and I never managed
to have a girl, it seems appropriate to give it to you tonight. In due
course you can pass it onto your daughter. It is a genuine family
heirloom." Tears were shed.
When she was dressed and ready Bobbie came downstairs from her bedroom
and entered the lounge where her parents were waiting expectantly. Daddy
took a deep in-draw of breath, whilst tears welled in Mummy's eyes. "Oh
darling, you are so beautiful" she gasped. "Whilst I love my wonderful
son dearly, you should really have been born a girl. You are beautiful;
and your legs are to die for!" (Bobbie was wearing Sally's "forbidden"
pair of four-inch, black patent heels.) Daddy was lost for words and
limited himself to giving Bobbie a big hug.
Bobbie had arranged to go to the dance with Stan - (no girl should have
to go to an event like this without a gentleman escort.) She didn't have
wait long before Stan arrived. He looked splendid in his hired black-tie
suit. In his hand was a box which he handed to Bobbie. It contained a
single orchid, which Stan pinned to the top of her dress. The
presentation of a corsage moved Bobbie deeply and she found herself
close to tears. Somehow she regained control of her emotions; it would
never do to ruin her mascara by crying!
Mrs Sanders had driven Stan over and took the young couple on to the
school. They entered the Hall hand in hand. It had been an amazing week,
but it was rapidly coming to an end. "I'm going to miss my skirts and
heels" Bobbie whispered. "I've really come to enjoy wearing such
colourful, light-weight fabrics. Going back to flannel and tweed holds
no attraction at all." "I can understand that" responded Stan - (nee
Sally) - "for my part I can't wait to get out of theses itchy trousers
and constricting ties and regain the freedom of skirts!"
By eight o'clock all seventy of the year five pupils were present in the
Hall, which had been decorated attractively for the occasion. All the
"boys" were in black-tie, whilst the "girls" glittered in a kaleidoscope
of colour. Bobbie was pleased to see that all the faux-girls had made a
real effort to be pretty for the occasion. "You are definitely the
prettiest girl here" Stan whispered in her ear and Bobbie found herself
blushing with pleasure.
Before the dance started "Mr" Brownlow got up onto the stage; "This is
the last time you will see me like this" he started, "from Monday I will
be Mrs Brownlow again - and I warn you I won't take kindly to any jokes
about my temporary change of gender!" This last was said with a smile
and a ripple of laughter ran round the Hall. "I just wanted to say how
proud I am of each and everyone of you" (s)he continued. "You have all
entered fully into the spirit of this week and I salute you. I hope that
it has been instructive and that you have enjoyed yourselves as well?" A
chorus of "Yes Sir/Miss" ran round the Hall, which caused a further
outburst of laughter. "Well I have some good news for you" continued
"Mr" Brownlow. "Monday has been designated an in-service training day
for us teachers, so your half-term has been extended and normal classes
won't resume until Tuesday. This gives you an extra day to put into
practice what you have learned this last week. Now, enough talking from
me; you have come here to let your hair down and enjoy yourselves; let
the dancing commence!" Mr Brownlow left the stage as the curtains parted
to reveal a fashionable local rock band who blasted off into their first
number.
The dance was very enjoyable, although it took Bobbie a while to get
used to dancing in heels. Whilst she spent a large part of the evening
with Stan, Bobbie also danced with a number of other "boys" as well as
"Charles" French and "Peter" Ackland. Both teachers were very
complimentary on the way Bobbie looked as well as the way he had handled
himself during the week. "Every year we find one or two star pupils who
really shine in this programme" explained Miss French. "This year you
are definitely one of our stars!" "Thank you" said Bobbie. "I have
really enjoyed the chance to learn what it is like to be a girl much
more than I expected." She blushed; "To be honest I'm rather sorry the
week is coming to an end." Miss French laughed; "Well it doesn't have to
end here Bobbie" she said, "you might be surprised if I told you that a
large proportion of the male population enjoy wearing skirts from time
to time! You might turn out to be one of those men....and there is nothing
to be ashamed at in that" she hastened to add. "I have many male friends
who cross-dress now and then and that doesn't make them one whit less
manly."
Part way through the evening it became necessary for Bobbie to use the
rest room. "Excuse me for a few minutes" she whispered to Stan, "but I
really do need to go to the loo." "Well if you are staying in character
you really ought to go with another girl" smiled Stan in reply.
"However, as I can't accompany you, I guess you will just have to go on
your own!" Bobbie hurried off to the girl's toilets where, to her
amusement, she found a number of the other cross-dressed boys refreshing
their make-up and generally primping and tidying their hair. In urgent
need of relief, Bobbie quickly found a vacant stall; she remembered that
she should sit to pee. When she had finished her business, Bobbie joined
the others in front of the mirror and applied a fresh layer of lipstick.
Stan was waiting for her with a glass of non-alcoholic punch when she
came out and the two of them took their drinks into the playground to
get a bit of fresh air. They finished their drinks and were about to
return to the hall when Stan turned to Bobby; "I meant it when I said
you were the prettiest girl here, you know" he said, taking Bobbie in
his arms. The two young people kissed passionately. Bobbie felt her
heart pounding. As "Rob" he had fancied Sally for a long time, but
before this week their relationship had not been anything more than
platonic friendship. Gender Week had, perforce, brought them much closer
together and Bobbie sincerely hoped that once this "one-off" event had
come to an end, that they might be able to continue to get to know each
other better. "I've gone and smudged your lipstick" laughed Stan when
they finally drew apart; "Now you know what we girls have to go through
when our boyfriends become amorous. You had better go back to the rest
room and tidy up before anyone notices!" Bobbie hastened to do as she
was told.
The dance finally came to an end at 11:30 pm and, reluctantly, Bobbie
and Stan left the Hall to find Mrs Sanders waiting for them with the
car. "Did you have a good time?" she enquired, as they drove home.
"Lovely, thank you" they both replied. "Well don't forget you still have
the weekend during which you can continue to enjoy your gender swap" Mrs
Sanders reminded them. "Come next week, you will both have to return to
school dressed appropriately for your real gender. But until then, Mrs
Harris and I have agreed that we rather like having our "new" children
around and are happy for you to enjoy another couple of days of role
play." Both Bobbie and Stan squealed with delight at this thoughtful
suggestion and agreed, with alacrity, to staying in role for the rest of
the weekend; plus, as they explained, the extra holiday they had gained
on the Monday. What new opportunities might these additional three days
offer?
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