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Sorority Tutor by Linda_C When he woke up the next day he was told to get ready for his special spa day. He was wearing the long nightgown. It was so strange to not be wearing any underwear, just a long gown. How could he be so covered up yet feel so exposed, he wondered. Still, it was far better than the babydoll, and part of him was a little bit relieved he could choose to wear the nightgown instead. But only a little bit. Stacy and Susan were with him that morning (and the night before), and they were very excited to be sharing his spa gift with him. Stacy make sure that he was as pretty as he could possibly be. He wore his emerald green jeans ("Just perfect for the holiday!") that had sparkly back pockets, along with a thin chain belt that was decorated in lots of pink hearts, with pink heart earrings to match. His hair was tied up in a high pony tail with a pink ribbon. It wasn't quite long enough for that, but there was enough, and Susan loved how it was growing out. With some cute bracelets and one of his new slim watches, he was all set. His nail polish didn't need to be updated, because that would be done at the spa. After putting on his peacoat, he slipped his light pink satchel over his shoulder and they headed out together to the spa, where they met the other girls. At the spa the staff was very professional. Mostly women, it was a place that men sometimes went to, but it primarily and obviously catered to women. Some of the younger staff smiled at his outfit and complimented him on his hair and accessories, but that was as far as it went. He made sure he was polite, but he felt really uncomfortable knowing he was wearing more feminine accessories than the mostly female staff did. It surprised him, though, that he was able to relax. They got there early in the morning, and there were snacks of fruit, yogurt, water, and even a hot chocolate fountain for dipping! He was reminded to watch his figure so he only had a few bites, but still, Jake thought it was a nice touch. He had no idea such a place existed, and was amazed at how much the staff worked to pamper them all. He then got a private full body massage. He was one of the lucky ones and got two people to work on him, one male and one female. No comments were made about his shaved body, and the massage itself was amazing. He started to see why girls like their spa days so much. He didn't like the next part. They worked on his hands and face. They shaped his nails and extended them out a full inch, painting them bright pink at the girl's suggestion. They shaped his eyebrows. Sitting in the massage chair while they worked on his feet and toes wasn't so bad, but he kept feeling incredibly awkward with his new nails. Jake was told in no uncertain terms that this would be his standard length from now on, although he could grow them out longer if he wanted. At the end of the day he had to agree that getting a spa treatment was really nice, and they did know how to treat a girl. Or a boy who was slowly becoming one. It was a really long day at the spa, and afterwards all the girls, which included Jake of course, went out to dinner and drinks. They had fun, and Jake found that he was enjoying himself (when he could ignore his nails!). Sure, they treated him like one of the girls, but even Stacy was nice to him. They didn't even have to push him too much to get him to wear the babydoll to bed that night. * * * * * He actually got to have some alone time during the holiday. Not much, but enough to play some games online. He was horrible at Warcraft with his long fingernails, and while he felt he could eventually get better, it would take far too long, so he switch to some other games. Jake also agreed to invitations to go out with the girls. They were never dates, of course. But he'd go to the movies with three of them, or to a coffee shop, or even shopping. It was something to do, and they were really trying to get him to be comfortable dressed as a girl. In fact, thanks to the hair, nails, and electrolysis (he had another session over the break), he frequently blended in if he didn't draw attention himself or speak loudly, and that made going out much easier and less stressful for him. He even agreed to pick up another yoga outfit, and because he didn't fight it they let him get a set of yoga flared pants with a simple strappy yoga top, and he was allowed to alternate the outfits. Yoga was terrible, though. First was the skirt and top. It really was the most girly thing so far, and having the skirt flow against his legs was something that made him feel extremely vulnerable. Not as bad as the babydoll, but this he had to wear in public. Second, contrary to what he was told, he really was the only guy there, and everyone insisted that he was one of the girls. They wanted to give him a female name, and since he insisted on Jake, they just called him girl or girlfriend a lot. Third, and worst, though, was that Jake had no idea how hard yoga actually would be! He was terrible at it. He tried, but it wiped him out all the time and he couldn't even keep up the basic poses for long. At one point Jake hoped that they would kick him out, but instead the women there were encouraging him and giving him pointers. Jake just couldn't understand why everyone wanted him to be a girly girl! He didn't have to pick from any more sets of three new girly transformations for the rest of the break. They wanted to glam him up in a fun dress and heels for a New Year's Eve party, but he refused. Politely. He did agree to go party with them. At the party many of the guys were uncomfortable around him, and some were openly hostile. More of the women were accepting, but there were plenty that weren't. He was never left alone by the Delta Delta Delta sisters. At least two were always with him and kept him safe, and needed protection from women made him feel even weaker. While most of the evening was somewhat fun, it was tough that he couldn't really hit on any of the girls there. After a few times of being either politely turned away or openly laughed at, he gave up and just chatted with them. And he really hated it when some of the guys hit on him. Lori and Cheryl liked pointing out cute guys to him. When the evening ended he went home, and was allowed to be alone that night. He took off his clothes and, after just a quick though, put on his long nightgown. The sorority had keys to his apartment now, and he didn't want to be caught breaking the rules. He didn't want to push them at all anymore. * * * * * The next semester started and things got into a strangely normal routine for Jake. He went to Yoga every morning, and was accepted as one of the girls. On campus it seemed that everyone knew of his situation, but it was kind of old news now. Not that his situation was ignored. For instance, the girls in his classes, who spoke to him, had set up a pool as to when he'd be showing up in skirts and dresses, and they didn't believe him at all when he said that would never happen. He didn't believe it either, and knew it was only a matter of time before he was in a skirt full time. He almost ... almost ... thought about giving in completely, just telling them that they didn't have to draw ideas from a hat anymore, that he'd just live as a girl from now on, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He held out hope that they'd let him go, and so resolved to just be really nice to not just the sorority sisters and pledges, but to everyone. So every time his temper started to flair, he'd focus on his bracelets or hair or jewelry or his purse and realize he wasn't in control of most of his life, but at least he could try to control his temper. And it usually worked. The girls at Delta Delta Delta commented that he was becoming a very demure young lady, and encouraged it. When he made a mistake and snapped at someone, it was so rare that the girls forgave him, especially since he would catch himself and apologize. But he rarely lost his temper now. As soon as he could after the holiday break he had lunch with Sarah. They hugged and he was really glad to see her, and relieved that she was glad to see him. Sarah complimented him on his nails and his new coat, and when asked Jake told her that he was taking yoga classes now. He even invited her to join, but Sarah wasn't into yoga. Jake was a bit relieved. At least this way she wouldn't see him in a yoga skirt. She talked all about her holiday and her new boyfriend, the guy she started dating before the break. She talked about how he looked, in detail, his smile, how he kissed, how she felt around him, the places they went, everything. Jake listened, and asked questions, and realized that he was having actual girl talk, and she really was treating him like a girlfriend. In fact, she never made any reference to Jake being a guy at all. "I know it is fast," she gushed, "But he really is a nice guy. I'm going to date him a lot this semester, and who knows where it will lead!" "That's great Sarah. I really am happy for you! Just, you know, be careful." "Oh, I will, don't worry." She reached in her purse and pulled out a condom packet, blushed, then quickly put it away, "We haven't done it yet, but I'm thinking in a month or two we will. I've dated some real losers in the past, but also some pretty nice guys too. So far I think he is the best! Well, he is on those online computer games too much, but we girls know how boys are, don't we?" Jake sighed, and forced a smile, "Yes, we do." He realized she hadn't called him by name once. After lunch they hugged, and Sarah asked if they could see a movie together, "He'll see a romance movie with me, but I know he isn't that interested, so we go to action and comedies. I thought you and I could see some romantic movies every so often and hang out! Please??" "Of course, Sarah, that would be great." She hugged him again, "You are such a great girlfriend. I really like who you are." She bit her lip then said, "In fact, you are perfect. I am totally relaxed and at ease around you. You really are a girl to me, and I've realized that you'll never try to steal my boyfriend or anything silly like that, so I can be comfortable and totally open with you. I hope you never win a bet with them!" She smiled and gave a friendly laughed, hugged him again, and went off to class. Jake just stood there speechless and watched her go, realizing that every word she said was true. He was no threat to her, or to anyone. * * * * * It wasn't long before Jake had to choose again from the "hat of recommendations". The girls were really hoping that he'd be wearing outwear soon, and many had already set aside some outfits they wanted to donate to him. Jill settled everyone down and motioned to Stacy, who said to Jake, "Please show me the magazine you are carrying with you today." Jake swallowed, he forgot all about that during the holiday break, and remembered that he was supposed to get advice on what magazine to read and then carry it around. The last one was Glamour. "I forgot, Miss Stacy." He lowered his head, "I really am sorry, and I'll be sure to pick up a couple either after this or first thing tomorrow, honest!" Stacy grinned, and patted him on his girly hair covered head, "Oh, sweetie, I am glad you are sorry, but you know the rules. Tomorrow you can pick up one magazine, but make it Cosmogirl. As punishment though, hmmm, well, I guess you'll have to pick two recommendations tonight!" He knew not to argue, and adjusted his purse and said, "Thank you, I appreciate how nice you are, Miss Stacy." The first set of choices was actually easy for him. The first recommendation was that he wear corsets, and felt that a corset would be far worse than a bra. He'd seen that one before, and the second choice, which was heels. The third one was new though. He have to get five feminine items for his apartment. Amanda explained, "This was my idea! We want you your apartment to have a more feminine touch. So for this task you have to pick five items to replace or add that are distinctly girly. You could get some pink flowery bed sheets, or some potpourri, or a cute girly computer mouse, some pretty lamp shades, flowers, whatever! It will be your choice of what to do exactly, but we get final approval. We'll go to thrift shops, and other discount stores, but over time it should be a girly girl's dream! Oh, we'll have to get you a cute vanity too!" The other girls started talking about bright colored rugs, polka dotted cups, tea sets, wall art, lace curtains, and things Jake had never heard of. Jake didn't like the other choices at all, and at least he could keep this hidden, so he stood up and said, "Oh yes, this is a great idea! I'd love to redecorate my apartment! I need help and advice, but I think that is a fantastic idea." He was getting good at lying. "That you, Miss Amanda, for your recommendation." After more animated discussion, and some donations of stuff for his room (including a picture of all the sorority sisters in a glitter frame), he had to pick three more recommendations. These were: carry a purse, other pants, or new blouses. Jake knew that the clothes would be incredibly girly. Sure, his tops were feminine, but at least he was used to just wearing Sorority shirts and tops. And he was still wearing jeans. Who knew what he'd be wearing if be picked pants and blouses? They did. The girls talked about all the cute styles and colors he'd be wearing. So he immediately he gave in to something he had avoided for a long time, and chose to carry around different types of purses. He was already carrying one, how bad could different styles be? He soon found out. Thanks to donations and thrift shops, he soon owned a dozen different purses, large and small, from clutches to hobo bags. "And Jake," Kim told him with glee, "you must never use the same purse during the week. Even though we might only change out a purse for a date or a special outfit, we want you to experience how all the different styles and shapes work! Oh, and here is a list of what you have to have in your purse. We'll be checking!" Jake look at the list and winced: lotion, hair bands, hand held mirror, a slim feminine wallet for money, a change bag, lip gloss, mascara, nail file, perfume, tweezers, a cute pen, small hairbrush, and a comb. "You can vary the items if your purse is just a small clutch, but all this will fit in your typical coach bag." Kim then look through her purse and said, "Oh, I almost forgot!" She handed him a sanitary pad, "Be sure to carry these also. You never know when you'll need one!" Jake didn't want to touch it at all, but he took it and thanked her. They couldn't be serious about feminine hygiene products! Kim then handed him a medium sized black leather handbag with a 10" strap and put it on his shoulder. It rested just under his armpit. He quickly shoved the pad inside of it as Kim instructed him. "Now, you can wear it this way, and for bags with a longer strap you should do so. But...!" She them moved the purse so that it hung from his elbow, and then she adjusted his arm so that his forearm was parallel to the ground, "This is how I want you to carry this type purse from now on!" Jake wanted to cry out no way, but he knew better. He cringed though, realizing that he'd seen women carry purses in this most feminine manner. It didn't make any sense. They had him put his keys in his new purse and transfer his stuff from his men's wallet to the new slim girly one. They kept his wallet and said they'd donate it to charity. For the next half hour they had him walk around with his purse, practicing different variations, sitting down, finding lip gloss in his bag and putting it on. Great, Jake thought, now there was makeup he was wearing. He should have chosen the pants, even if it meant capris, leggings, short shorts, bright color slacks, flower pattern ones, and culottes. What a horrid choice that had pushed him into... * * * * * A couple of weeks later, Jake woke up to his pink plastic large digit alarm clock and pushed the white bed sheets with pink dots to one side and got out of bed, his nightgown flowing down to his feet. He looked around the room and everything was pink, lavender, and white, with some other pastel colors. His phone rang, one that now sported a hot pink case on it, and answered it. "Hi! This is Ella!" That was his new name. He had to answer to it, say it was his name when picking up the phone, sign his emails that way, and use it all the time. "Yes, Miss Maria, I'll be ready ... of course I can't wait to go shopping! ... I'll be there on time ... just my purse? ... right, don't need to carry a magazine with me since we'll be so busy shopping ... see you soon!" He ended the call, and hoped he sounded happy enough. Jake/Ella walked into the shower after taking off his nightgown. Even the bathroom wasn't safe. He had chosen to accent his apartment in a feminine manner so many times (it came up quite often, and adding five more items was usually the safest choice in his opinion) that it was definitely more feminine than masculine. There were plastic and real flowers everywhere. Even though he didn't use it yet, there were some makeup items on the white "adorable" vanity he got, and in the bathroom. Even his toothbrush was pink, and matched his women's razor. And they had him keep tampons on a shelf. He was now using Herbal Essence shampoo, a loufa, and violet sparkle Secret deodorant. Miss Lori loved reminding him that it was strong enough for a man. After he showered and dried himself off with his pink fully towel, he grabbed an apple to eat ("You must watch your figure, right?!") and got dressed. He put on a pair of boxers and realized that this might be the last time he would wear men's underwear. He noticed again that his curtains were white lace, but that most of the items were now pink, or had hearts. Why did the girls have to go so overboard with that color? Even they didn't wear pink that much. But he knew the answer - they wanted him to be the most girlish of girls. Today was Saturday, and Jake realized it was going to be a very very long day. He had been doing so well, but he lost it in front of the sorority sisters. It was one of his choosing nights, and he had drawn the choices of wearing dresses, wearing heels, or wearing bras with breast forms. He yelled, he stormed, he even cursed. He started crying. He just couldn't stop himself. Eventually they calmed him down and Jill spoke to him directly, reminding him of his choices. He could stop any time he wanted to, but he'd have to face the consequences of being kicked out of school. "But Miss Jill," Jake pleaded, "I've done so much, and it is all so humiliating! When will it be enough?" "That's the problem, Jake. You see being a girl as humiliating. A lot of men do, I get that. We all understand your feelings. But most of the men we know don't put women down the way you used to. They aren't as condescending as you used to be, and still are in some ways. Once you accept that there is nothing wrong with being female, when you can accept yourself as a totally feminine person, then maybe we'll be done. But honestly, Jake, I don't see that happening. This is only embarrassing because you think women are less than men, because Society says it is wrong for a man to behave as a woman. I can wear pants, but you can't wear a skirt. Why? Because acting like a man is fine, but acting like a woman isn't." She took his hand and pushed his still growing long hair away from one of his eyes, "You are a great tutor. We are learning so much from you now, and you are becoming a nicer person. But this outburst has shown me that you still don't get it. You have a long way to go." The girls then set to figure out what to do about Jake's outburst. They talked for a while, and some of the girls sat with him and talked directly about what should happen. He thought about leaving. He was so close do quitting college. But once again, he didn't, even when they told him how it was going to be from now on. Stacy explained it all to him. "Okay, first of all, we aren't going to draw from a hat anymore. It was fun, and I loved that you got to chose what you were going to do next, but I think it is too slow, and so do the rest of us." Jake wasn't glad about that, because he was sure that meant he wouldn't get any choices in the future. Or now. Stacy continued, "We will still use the ideas, but add them when we feel like it. Mainly, though, you have been trying your best to avoid dressing properly in public. And so we are going to fix that! Enjoy the rest of the week, because this weekend you are going to switch over and become girl from head to toe, inside and out!" Cynthia took over. "You don't seem to realize that with your hair and electrolysis, you actually look pretty feminine already. Sure, you'll never completely pass as a girl without a lot of surgery or something, and we won't go that far, but with the right clothes, I bet from ten feet away no one would really tell that you are boy. I've seen you on the street. From far away you look like any other co-ed on campus with your purse and backpack and jewelry." Jake nodded. They were right, and he knew it. A couple of times guys even whistled at him when he walked by. And not in a sarcastic manner either. When that happened he just lowered his head and walked faster. "This weekend we are going to take you shopping!" Maria told him, with all the girls saying supportive things. When they quieted down, she went on. "You'll be wearing lingerie from now on, bras and panties. We'll get you breast forms so you look right in the new dresses and tops we will get you. Just think, your sorority tops will finally fit as they should! We'll also get you skirts, but not many pants. We want you mainly in dresses and skirts from now on. When you see other women, the first thing you'll notice is not how hot they are, but what they are wearing, and how you are wearing similar items. You'll learn to coordinate your outfits. And just wait until you need a formal gown! That is the best!" Jake had never thought about formal gowns before, and yes, he cringed as he was still embarrassed by it all. He was so lost in thought he almost missed Stacy talking to him again. Almost. "Oh, and Jake darling, you also will be donating most of your clothes to charity. We'll let you keep a few of your male clothes for when you go home or some other really good reason. Hmmm, in fact, we'll let you keep two large boxes of anything you want, but we'll store them here at the Sorority house. I want your apartment to have no male clothes at all!" The sisters and pledges thought that was a fantastic idea! Jake had to say something, "I ... okay, I'll do it, as you knew I would. I have no choice..." Jill looked at him and rolled her eyes. Jake took it back, "Fine, yes, I have one choice, and I can't do that. But I can't afford all the clothes you are talking about!" One of the pledges, Vicki, spoke up. "We have that all figured out. We'll front a bunch of the money to get you started, and your tutoring will pay for a lot of it. We also think we can sell a bunch of your stuff, like to Plato's Closet, and use that money to buy you outfits from there and from actual thrift stores. Some of us will also give you hand me downs, even though most of us aren't your size, some of us are and we can make a few things work, like skirts with elastic waists. But yes, some items, like lingerie, you'll have to get new. And I for one don't want any guy wearing one of my bras!" At least she still thought of him is a guy, Jake thought bitterly. As bad as the thought of the clothing was, there was something else that happened that was much more immediate. It was a suggestion of Shelly, one of the pledges. He guessed she still held a grudge, because her suggestion was great payback for her, because he had made fun of her name. What an idiot he was, he thought. Shelly said that since he was going to be all girl, he should have a girl's name now. They all thought that was a fantastic idea, and huge discussion started. It was quickly decided that he shouldn't have a variation of his own name, like, like Jill, or Jackie. They also didn't want an simple variation of a guy's name, like Bobbi or Georgina. It had to be something really pretty and sweet, they said. The Sorority actually went online and looked up baby names, bringing up a bunch then rejecting some. They eventually picked the name Ella for a number of reasons. They liked that it could be short for Cinderella. In Spanish it actually means "she". And another definition for his new name was "beautiful fairy," which caused a fit of giggles. That also meant that later he watched "Ella Enchanted" with them, and had to act like Anne Hathaway's character for them. "Oh Jake, I mean Ella, you really need to get some dresses like that!" From that night on they called him Ella, and not just in private. He hoped against hope it would just be with the sorority sisters, but whenever they saw him on campus they called him by name, and he answered. It was quickly picked up by everyone else on campus who he interacted with. Only his teachers called him by the name Jake, and it jarred him when they did because Ella was used so much. The girls also got him a gift of a one of those name necklaces. So around his neck he had the name Ella in bright gold. Bringing himself back to the present, he made sure his Ella necklace was on the outside of his sweatshirt. He wasn't allowed hide it. Like it mattered. He put on one of his pairs of green girl jeans, which had sequins in the shape of hearts on his back pockets and the bottom of the pant legs. He wouldn't be wearing these much anymore, and compared to the skirts he would be getting today, he realized he would miss them. He wore a sorority sweatshirt since it was still cold out, put on his peacoat, grabbed his purse, and left his apartment. Some of the girls would be by today to pack up most of his clothes. He left aside some clothes that he said he would need sometime, like an interview suit and some clothes for home. He hoped they wouldn't pack them away. Then again, they were in general nicer than he used to be, and he knew that if he really needed a male outfit for a good reason, they'd let him have one. Almost all of the girls wanted to go shopping with him. There was no way over twenty could do that, but Stacy reminded everyone that Jake would need to do a lot of shopping, and even when he had a good amount of clothes, "A girl always wants to go shopping, isn't that right Ella? You want to go shopping every chance you get, don't you girl?" "Yes, Miss Stacy, I will go shopping whenever anyone wants. I'd love the company." And so here he was, at the mall, with five sorority sisters, shopping for a whole new wardrobe. When they stopped in front of Victoria's Secret he sagged his shoulders and said, "Isn't this kind of a clich??" Stacy laughed at that as she, Maria, Jill, Vicki, and Holly led him inside the almost entirely pink store. "Sure, Ella, but sometimes things are a clich? for a reason. Yes, we can get bras at Penney's and other stores, but almost every girl has shopped here. And more importantly, the salesgirls will take the time to measure you for the right bra size." When Jake looked at her at bit shocked and confused, she continued, "Really Ella, you have no idea how important a proper fitting bra is. But you will, as you'll be wearing one all the time from now on! Isn't that great!" "Yes, Miss Stacy, it is great..." "Good girl." She turned towards a salesgirl, "Oh, Miss, would you mind helping us? Our friend Ella here needs some new lingerie," she said, pointing at Jake. Mindy, the salesgirl, looked closely at Jake and easily saw he was a guy. She laughed a bit and said, "Really?" She looked right at Jake, "Your name is Ella?" Jake just lowered his head, "Yes, Miss." Vicki poked him, and he continued, "My name is Ella, and I...I..." He swallowed, then continued, "I would like to be fitted for a new bra." Mindy giggled, and touched him gently on the shoulder, "Well, you are my second guy this week. You'd be surprised how many love to come in here. The best part is that they buy a lot! So, follow me, ladies," she said, very obviously including Jake when she said that, "I'll get a dressing room for Ella here." As they walked into the back of the store, Jake saw many of the women in the store pointing and smiling at him. Some were upset. There were two other men in the store, and they just look uncomfortable and turned away. Jake totally got that. Jill came up to him and said, "Before you get fitted, I got you a gift." She pulled out of her large purse a rather large green box, tied off in a pink ribbon. "This is on us, you don't have to pay us back." Jill entered the room with him and asked for a moment. She pulled the curtain closed and motioned Jake to open the box, which he did. Inside, he saw breasts. "What...what are they?" "Oh Ella, they are breast forms! Your clothes won't fit properly unless you have breasts, and we didn't want you to use tissues or socks or something silly like that. I'll help you put them on, and the adhesive should last for weeks. Don't worry, we'll help you out! And trust me, it would be far worse without them." Dazed and stunned, Jake obeyed when Jill had him take off his coat and sweatshirt, revealing his hairless upper body. He wanted to complain and argue about it, but he was in this ultimate feminine store feeling alone and helpless and defeated. He watched as Jill carefully applied the glue and one at a time pressed the forms carefully to his chest. He had to hold them in place for a while, tightly. "With some makeup, Ella, we can probably blend them in pretty well. You shouldn't get outfits that show a lot of cleavage, but look at you, you are a woman now! Keep holding them on while I find Mindy and we'll have her measure you. Hey, Mindy, she's ready!" When Mindy came in she was carrying a tape measure and didn't seemed phased at all that he was holding breast forms to his chest. "Ella, I wanted to tell you that I think your hair is really cute. You are going to have such fun shopping with your friends today. I'm sure this will be a day you never forget!" No, Jake thought, he was sure he'd never forget. Mindy measured his chest at the largest point, below his chest, and also his shoulders, hips, waist, height, and other parts. She took lots of notes and spoke to Jill, "He is kind of petite, isn't he? I think he's a 36C, and should fit a size 14 dress, maybe even a size 12. Here are all his measurements." She handed Jill a copy, "I'll be right back." Jake stood there nervously, holding his chest tightly, with a big look of shock on his face at what was going on. Jill touched his shoulder, "You know, you are actually getting to experience something that all women go through that men, well, most men (!), don't. Ella, you are getting your first bra! It is like you are a young teenage girl, although she'd be far more excited that you are now, but honestly, just as nervous. It is a shame you missed out on teen fashion, but I'm thrilled you get to experience this. This is such a special day for you Ella! You are blossoming into womanhood!" He couldn't believe his ears. It sounded as if Jill was not only thrilled about this, but thought him getting fitted for his first bra was the best thing in the world for you. "I guess..." "Ella, remember, you need to be excited about this, or at least accepting. We could start you off with a training bra and some teen, or even pre-teen fashions. Be grateful that we are treating you as an adult." Jake swallowed, "I am, Miss Jill. I just...please, I hope you understand that this is really tough for me. But I'm here, and will do it. I'm doing my best to be polite and accepting. Just...it is still a lot for me. I hope you understand..." he bit his lip, actually worried. Jill hugged Jake, "Don't worry Ella. I'm actually proud of you, and sure, we can cut you some slack." "I think one of the hardest parts is to tell all of you what I think looks best on me. I'm trying to learn, and I read all the magazines, but honestly, because I'm not really a girl, I think it doesn't look good at all, and so don't know how to answer and then you think I'm being obstinate or bad. And you know when I'm just guessing. What do I do?" Jake pleaded. Smiling, Jill said, "Ella, I'm really proud of you. That was very honest, not just to me, but to yourself. I'll let you in a little secret. Sometimes I don't think something looks good on me, because I'm self conscious or down about myself, even when it does. I can understand why you feel that way, and yes, we are treating you like a girl, but we don't forget you are a boy." Jill pondered for a moment, and adjusted Jake's hands so he was pressing hard on his new breasts again. "I know. You are able to tell when something looks good on me, right?" Jake nodded, "Well, yes. Thanks to all I've learned I can even give better reasons than just that I like it. But yes, on you and the other girls, I can do that." "Good," Jill said. "Then just imagine the piece of clothing on me or some other woman, or ask yourself if you'd like to see a girl wearing it. You won't be able to forget it is for you, so that will temper your decisions and you won't be picking things that are slutty for no reason. You'll find you'll be thinking even more like a woman if you do that. Will you try that?" He swallowed and nodded, that was actually reasonable, "Yes Miss Jill, I can do that, and will try." Jake managed to smile at Jill, and as she beamed back at him as Mindy came back in holding three white bras. "Okay girls, I'm back!" Jack wondered if he'd ever be used to being referred to as a girl, and could see that Mindy was having a ton of fun with this. "I'm really good at my job, and I'm pretty sure you'll be a 36C, but I brought one smaller and larger just in case." She hung up the bras and carefully moved Jakes hands while holding up the forms, "I think these are set, but Jill, why don't you hold onto them while I slip his arms through the bra, just to be safe." The three of them shifted around. Maria asked, "Ella, honey, have you ever worn a bra before?" Jake couldn't speak, he just shook his head no. "Well then, this really is a special day!! One that every girl looks forward to! Okay, hold out your arms..." Maria held up the white bra. Jake could immediately tell it wasn't plain. Yes, it was pure white, and he was surprised it wasn't pink or red, but it had a strong lace flower pattern all over it, with some lace trim, and a little bow in the center. Why do all bras have that, anyway, he wondered. He closed his eyes and held out his arms while Jill pushed on his chest . He felt the straps and bra trail up his arms and then the cups tug on his chest as Jill carefully moved her hands out of the way. He started to get aroused, and was ashamed at himself, but it was all so intimate. When Mindy hooked the back closed, it felt like she was locking him. He chest was heavy and he felt off balance, so he automatically stood up a little straighter and pushed his chest out while Mindy adjusted the straps. She lightly touched him, adjusting him here and there. Again, intimate and personal, yet professional. Getting fitted for a men's suit was nothing like this! "I knew it, 36C!" Mindy adjusted the straps here and there, and told him which hooks to use out of the three sets in the back. "Because of your, um, body type, the straps are adjusted different from what I am used to, but it still works for you." She fiddled some more while Jill looked at different angles and nodded. Maria turned Jake towards the mirror, "Well, Ella, what do you think?" He opened his eyes and started at himself. Jake still looked like a guy, but he definitely had breasts, and he was in a bra. A bra! They said he'd be wearing one every day from now on, just like every other woman on campus. As he gaped at himself he barely heard Mindy saying, "This is our Body by Victoria line. I gave you full coverage because or your needs, but you may be able to wear other styles. This one is lightly lined, with underwires. Can you feel them here at the bottom of the cups? Good. Feels silky, doesn't it? It really looks pretty on you!" Jill smiled, "What do you say, Ella?" He managed to stammer, "Thank you, Mindy, it really does look nice. And...thank you for your help." "Of course! Let me get you some other styles. And colors!" Mindy asked Jill, "She needs two weeks worth, right?" Jill explained what they were hoping for, and Mindy went out to get more. "You look adorable, Ella, really!" He was surprised when Maria came back with a bunch of bras that weren't all lacy and stuff, but were instead cotton. "What, did you think we wore expensive sexy bras every day? Those are for special occasions, or when we need a pick me up. You'll find these cotton ones more comfortable, but see, they can still be pretty, like this pink floral one, and this red one with small snow dots. But yes, you need a plan white one, plain black, and some other colors to go with various outfits." He was also given a couple of demi pushup bras, which were strange, but had to be worn with tops that showed a bit more. They even picked out a couple of sports bras. One was normal at least, grey in color and supporting, but the other was called Runway style, and it was almost like a halter top, pink with grey sparkle trim. "How cute!" the other girls told him. Occasionally he had to step out of the dressing room and show the other girls what he was wearing, and while they really enjoyed it, they also gave critical comments, and even he had to agree that the ones they turned down weren't really right for him. It was definitely going to be a unique day for Jake. In the end, Jake had the two dozen promised. None of the bras were really plain. It was as if they were trying to make up for lost years of him not wearing bras or something. He also had a black strapless bra and a white convertible one. They said he might need even more, especially if he ever wore a cocktail dress or gown, but that would be for later. Jake really missed dressing like a guy. He didn't realize how easy he had it back then. When Mindy brought in a bunch of panties, it barely phased him. Sure, they were different from boxers, and yes, they were very girly and feminine. And, as Mindy stated, "Many of them are part of a matching set with your new bras!" But after the bra, and having a chest now and cleavage, it wasn't as big a deal as he thought it would be. It was still tough. In front of Jill he took off his boxers and gave them to her. She passed them outside the dressing room where they would be thrown away. He then slipped on his first pair of panties that matched the white bra - they were silky, french cut, and just tight against his groin. Aside from that, a perfect fit, but still, he shivered a bit in humiliation. As Mindy and Jill went out to get him a couple of dozen panties to round out his collection, he quickly slipped on his boot legged green jeans with sparkly pockets and his sorority sweatshirt. He sighed. The sweatshirt was a bit tight before, not baggy, and now his breasts here easily visible, pushing out the sorority Greek letters. How much worse will his spaghetti strap or babydoll tops look now?!? He made sure his "Ella" necklace was on the outside of the sweater, checked his hair, and walked out. He walked out with his first bra, the white one, which would go best with most of his outfits that he might try on today. Mindy even gave him that one and the matching panty for free, since it was his first and he had bought so many others. "Come back any time, Ella, and ask for me! I know your style and have your measurements, and I'll be glad to help you out anytime!" Walking out, he realized that now, for the first time, he was entirely in women's clothes except for his feet. Panties and bra underneath, and full outerwear. He felt naked and exposed, yet the straps were like a prison and he constantly felt them. When he looked around at other women Jake could see that, if he tried, he could most of the time make out the outlines of a woman's bra or straps underneath her top, and then realized with horror that the same was true for him now. He had thought they were pushing him to join their sorority. Instead, he realized they had pushed him into a different society: that of being a woman. * * * * * (End of part 5)