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A/N: This is a story I wrote after the thrilling experience of cutting
through my old sixth form college to shorten a journey but getting caught
by their improved security measures. The whole thing was so exhilarating
that I wanted to write it down into a story as soon as I got home.
Because of this it may seem rushed and lack detail in areas, but it
really was the purest form of writing for me. I didn't even look at the
screen half the time, I was just so focused on getting what was in my
mind onto a story. Of course I did read through it and clean it up
afterwards, but there may still be a few little errors.
I want to make it clear that this story is completely true. Everything
that happens here happened to me today, I have only changed the names. My
author name is inspired by the name they gave me, and I even wrote this
story still wearing the uniform they put me in!
Ali xx
OOOOOooooooooooo
Friday was the day that I was scheduled to sign on at the Job Center,
something that I had been doing for several weeks now. I didn't have a
car so the only options were to walk or take the bus, and since I had
never taken the bus before and developed a phobia of using them, walking
was the only option. The walk into the town center took about twenty five
minutes from my home in the north of the town's limits, and not being
very fit, I was always looking for shortcuts to take.
One such short cut that was available to me was to cut through the Sixth
Form College, which wouldn't really cut much time off of the journey, but
the risk of it seemed to be the more appealing prospect. You see, I had
attended the Sixth Form College for two years between 2008 and 2010, so I
knew what to expect. I don't know where this whole idea came from, but at
some point I developed this fantasy of sneaking into the college, long
after I had graduated, and pretending to be a student. It wasn't
particularly exciting, it wasn't life or death, but it was still
something that stayed with me for a couple of years after I had left. I
guess I knew there weren't really that many consequences of being caught,
it wasn't like I'd be arrested for trespassing. It wasn't even that
likely that I would be caught. But it still seemed terrifyingly risky.
Anyway from my time spent studying there, I knew that the Stewards, the
people who were essentially the security of the college but were really
just glorified parking attendants, never seemed to be very strict or
thorough when letting people into the school. If you were wearing the
casual clothing of a teenager and maybe a backpack or bag of some sort,
they would pretty much always believe you were a student. No risk right?
So that morning I decided I would live out my fantasy of sneaking into
the college, at the same time cutting through to shorten my journey to
the job center. I was wearing a blue hoody and jeans, and carrying a
backpack that had a bunch of my Job Seekers paperwork inside. I'm only 21
and still look quite young and immature, so I figured I had a pretty good
chance of getting through unnoticed. And I did.
I entered the college through the student car park at the rear of the
college, then made my way between the cars to the center of the college
campus. Luckily the first period of the day had already begun, so most if
not all the students and staff were inside for lessons by now. There was
hardly anyone walking around the grounds, so I ended up walking through
an empty college campus and exiting out the front pedestrian exit and
continuing on my way to the job center. As much as I wanted to enjoy the
fantasy, I still had an appointment I needed to get to.
For the rest of the journey I was thinking about how easy it was to get
through the college unnoticed, and decided I would do the same again on
the way back.
With my appointment over and my Job Seekers cash on its way into my bank
account, I headed back towards the college and entered through the
pedestrian exit that I had used before. Things were much different now,
the campus was packed with students who had just finished their first
lesson and had started the fifteen minute break time before the next
period. I was immediately more frightened than I had been earlier, and
decided to keep my head down and get out of their as soon as possible.
For some reason it never occurred to me to just go back outside the
college limits and walk around. I guess I was too focused on going
unnoticed to think about completely abandoning the plan. Through the
staff car park I went, following the same path I had taken through the
college earlier, but this time there were some girls sitting on the
stairs and half blocking my way. There was a teacher at the bottom of the
stairs who was talking to them, but as I stepped around them and tried to
get past, the teacher's attention turned to me.
"Do you have a lanyard?" she asked, tugging on the one that was already
hanging from her neck. I looked at her confused and terrified, but didn't
say a word. I knew in that moment that I was caught.
She asked me again, "Do you have a lanyard?" and again I could hardly
respond, I was so nervous. I looked around and realised that every
student was wearing a black lanyard with a plastic card attached. I was
guessing they were ID cards.
The one thing I had counted on was the college's level of security. I had
expected the stewards to be lazy and easy to fool, but not the ID cards,
that must have been a recent introduction because we never had those when
I was there.
"I don't have one, I must have left it at home," I finally said giving my
best excuse.
"Are you a student?" she asked. In a way I felt like she was leaving it
open for me to say I was someone other than a student. As if I was just a
visitor or something like that. But I felt if I said I wasn't a student,
something really bad would happen.
So I said "Yes" in response to her question.
"Dear, you know all students have to be wearing their ID cards whenever
on campus."
"Yeah, I'm sorry," I mumbled.
"Well we need to take you down to reception to get you signed in."
I froze in place. The fantasy was never supposed to go this far. I knew
this was the point of no return, but I couldn't think of what to say, and
before I could say anything, she was gently holding my arm and leading me
inside the main building.
We walked down the corridor that contained the finance department, the
records department and all the other admin departments, as well as the
main reception and the head teacher's office. I couldn't even say a word,
every part of my body was frozen solid apart from my feet which were
reluctantly following the teacher.
It wasn't until we reached the reception that I thought of an answer that
would have worked. I should have said "Oh I'm just going home now'" I
thought to myself. Then she most likely wouldn't bother to sign me in and
just say "well next time remember to bring your lanyard."
At the reception they asked for my full name. What was I expecting them
to do, let me go? I couldn't give them my real name, if they still had me
in their records they'd know that I'd left the college several years ago.
I had to think of one on the spot, so I discreetly looked around the
room, hoping they'd didn't catch my hesitancy. On a table to my right I
spotted a familiar book, "The Ghost Chaser" and immediately knew what my
fake name would be.
"Nick Hunt," I told her, knowing the protagonists name off by heart.
I didn't know what I was expecting. I guess I hoped there would be a Nick
Hunt in the system they had, a student that still went there. Either way
I think I had come to realise that I was caught and didn't have a chance.
"The only one we have here is Nicky Hunt, is that you?" Yes! A stroke of
luck, although I was worried by the name, thinking it weird for a boy to
go by Nicky, I still said, "Yes, that's me."
"Nicola Allison Marie Hunt?" The receptionist looked at me quizzically.
Fuck, I thought to myself. I had no choice, there was no other Nick Hunts
in their system, and I'd already said that was me. Maybe they would
believe me, I'd just have to pretend I was the girl they were talking
about, but no matter how little I looked like a girl, could they really
prove that I was lying?
"Right then," the receptionist said, "let me just check out your details
and we'll get you signed in."
Slowly the receptionist began to mumble the details of the girl whose
identity I had stolen for the day.
"Nicola Allison Marie Hunt, sixteen, female, born locally, lives locally,
parents are Eleanor and William Hunt."
"Says here that you only completed one day of enrolment, and that you've
been ill for the past few weeks? You hardly have any of your college
information completed? This won't do."
I could hardly believe my luck. Not only had the fake name I used turned
out to be a real student, albeit a girl, that student hadn't been in
college for the first few weeks of the term. Everything seemed to be
lending itself to my little story.
"Well Nicola, your parents said we wouldn't expect you to be in until
tomorrow. We have so much to do! I have to get your ID card printed out
and your timetable set up, Don't you worry young lady, we'll get you into
your classes!" the receptionist seemed to be making it her mission to get
me into my classes, as if that was the one thing I wanted the most in the
world. The teacher that had taken me to reception decided her work was
done and excused herself to go to her next lesson, leaving me in the
hands of the admin team.
The receptionist went into a backroom that was out of sight, and I heard
her talking.
"Nicola Hunt? I thought we weren't getting her in until tomorrow?" a male
voice asked.
"Well she's here early, must be desperate to start her classes!" the
receptionist's voice replied.
"Is it really her? I mean she looks more like a guy to me."
"Don't say that! You have no idea how much words like that can hurt a
girl's confidence. She obviously doesn't know how to look after herself
as most girls do. Perhaps it has something to do with her being ill?
Remember, this is a very tumultuous time for girls at her age."
"Alright, whatever you say Wendy. I'll leave her with you" the male vice
ended, and Wendy returned to the reception desk in front of me.
"Sorry about that Nicola. We just have a lot of missing data for you. Oh
and we also have some of your forgotten property, you must have left it
here when you came in for enrolment a couple of weeks ago."
Wendy handed me a large white leather bag, stuffed full of a dozen things
that girls used that I had no idea about. Still, I went ahead and
pretended they were mine, believing I had to keep up this charade until I
could get out of there.
"Now I understand you have only been here one day and have yet to be here
when the college is actually teaching, but were you not told of the
uniform rules?"
"Uniform rules?" I asked. The last time I was here there was no uniform,
that was why so many people enjoyed it more than secondary school, there
was no uniform to adhere to.
"Yes I'm afraid so. All first years have to wear the college uniform.
Only the upper years are allowed to wear the casual stuff like you are
wearing now. Don't worry dear, I understand you haven't really had time
to adapt from senior school, do you happen to have the college uniform at
home?"
"I guess so."
"Mhmm well, I would rather you stayed here to get all your information
done and then send you to your classes, rather than have you go home and
waste time getting dressed again. Let me get you a spare uniform from in
the back."
Oh god, not only am I stuck here pretending to be a girl until I get out,
but I have to wear the uniform? This can't get any worse!
Wendy came back holding a tightly wrapped up package. "Here you go,
there's a private room back here that you can change in."
And so she led me back behind the reception and into a private room, then
placed the uniform on the table in the middle and slowly unwrapped it
from its packaging. The new college uniform was revealed to me in all its
glory.
"If you need any help just give me a call, alright sweetie?" Wendy asked.
"Yeah okay," I mumbled to her as she left. It was definitely getting
worse.
Slowly I separated each part of the uniform out, and everything was
falling into place. I had always fantasised about the whole schoolgirl
fetish like most guys, but I'd never imagined being the one wearing the
outfit!
The uniform was a white blouse, blue and white pleated skirt, blue and
white sweater, a navy blue blazer tailored for girls, black stockings
that covered the whole leg, a blue and white tie and black ballet flats
for shoes. It was the typical school girl getup, and I was expected to
wear it for the foreseeable future. I couldn't do this.
I opened the door of the room and poked my head out, hoping Wendy would
hear me when I said, "Is there anything else I can wear?"
"I'm afraid not dear. The head teacher is a bit of a perv and forces the
girls to wear skirts all the time, no trousers. I know it's horrid but at
least you get to flaunt these pretty legs of yours!"
With a dejected sigh I closed the door. For the longest time I stood
there staring at the offending items of clothing and just wishing I
hadn't gotten myself into this situation. I should have never cut through
the college, to use a shortcut that hardly even shortened my journey.
"Hurry up in there Nicky, we have lots of other stuff to do."
I had no choice, there was no way out of there. Wendy was guarding
reception and blocking me from getting out. The only way out would be to
put on the uniform and go along with Wendy. So far she believed I was the
girl in her system, no matter how much I appeared to be a guy.
Almost on the verge of tears, I slowly slid my jeans off, followed by my
hoody and shirt. The stockings went on first, pulling them up and over my
baggy boxer shorts, and then followed by the skirt which made me cringe
as it swished around my waist every time I moved. As I was buttoning up
the blouse, Wendy barged in without knocking.
"Oh sweetheart," she said, cooing at me, "you really don't have much
going on down there do you?" she asked, staring at my chest.
I just looked at her in disbelief.
"You don't even have to wear a bra, Oh I am so sorry for you girl! Does
this have anything to do with why you were way for so long?" she asked
curiously.
I wondered if it was even her place to ask that sort of thing, but she
had given me another reason for why a girl looked so much like a boy,
which was at least useful.
"Yeah," I quietly replied.
"Don't worry, there's a bra in lost property that I'll go get and we can
stuff it together, okay? Don't worry we've had it steam cleaned."
"Oh great," I said as she left. What the hell was going on? Even staring
at my flat chest she still was willing to believe that I was just a flat
chested manly girl.
I mean I wasn't the manliest man around. I had hair that was almost
touching my shoulders and I was pretty skinny and lithe, not to mention a
little shorter than most guys. But I was still fairly sure I looked
mostly male. Wendy just seemed to look at the data and had no reason to
believe I would lie, and so just believed I was a girl that didn't really
look after her appearance. But still, what the fuck was going on with all
this coincidental stuff?
When Wendy returned and fitted me with the bra, having it stuffed with
socks and tissues was one of the most humiliating experiences of my life.
She then did the rest of my dressing for me, buttoning my blouse, tying
my tie, pulling the sweater over my head and then the blazer on top. She
even slid the ballet flats onto my waiting feet.
"Right, all done, do you want to do your makeup and hair before we do
your Student ID too?" she asked me. Oh god. I didn't know what to say.
"My what?" I asked, perplexed.
"Your makeup and hair sweetie, don't you want to look pretty for your
ID?"
"No..." I said uncertainly. I didn't want any more of this girly stuff.
"I'll take that as a yes. Come on, it's time you embraced your
femininity!" She dragged me out of the room and brought 'my purse' with
me. She sat me down on a stool in front of a blue background, but then
slid a pink background in front of the blue one. Then she went to work as
my beautician. First my hair was brushed extensively and styled to look
more like a girl's hairstyle, all using brushes and hairspray again from
'my' purse. She then added a bit of foundation and lip gloss to my face,
then a little mascara and eyeliner, before spritzing me with some girlish
flowery perfume which was again from 'my' purse. The last crowning piece
was a blue and white plaid hairband that she placed on top of my head to
complete the ensemble. I was now completely transformed into a teenage
college school girl.
"Cheese!" Wendy shouted and I smiled awkwardly, then the camera went off.
I was now stuck as Nicola, and the Nicola Allison Marie Hunt that they
had in the system would, at least to everyone else, be me.
"There we go," Wendy said as she attached the fresh ID card to a black
lanyard and hung it around my neck like some crappy piece of jewellery.
The person in the photo was clearly a girl, although not the prettiest of
girl's. The pink background certainly helped make 'her' look more
feminine than she really was.
"Right, I'll just fill in the rest of your information and I'll then get
you to your first class. It looks like you have Hairdressing first, oh
how fun!"
Ugh hairdressing? I had always looked down on that subject in college. It
was what all the girly girls did. I mean there was loads of girls who
went on to do psychology and other more interesting subjects, but most of
the underachieving yet popular girls from senior school had chosen
hairdressing. I just thought it was typical that they went through senior
school focused on looks, fashion and popularity and when it came to
actually learning something they chose hairdressing. And now I was one of
them!
"Don't you just look darling!" Wendy said as she took my hand and led me
to 'my' first class of the day. I guess I looked the part. I was now
fully dressed up as a girl, with the makeup and hair to match, the smell
too. The ID card with my photo, which had my new name and new age printed
on it forever. I was completely trapped.
I even had the boobs too, no matter how small they were, they were still
more than I had when I first came into the college. I just hoped I'd be
able to find a way out sooner rather than later. But with Wendy keeping a
close eye on me to my first lesson, I wouldn't be able to get out for at
least another hour and a half.
So for now, I was stuck as a sixteen year old college girl, when I was
really just a twenty one year old guy trying to find a quicker way home
from the job center. I am so screwed!
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