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-----Chapter 4: The first week-----
If there was any solace in this whole thing it was that school started
well before my parents even got up, so I was able to wake up, get
dressed, and drive to school before anyone else could see me. As my
alarm blared, I crawled out of bed and into the shower before
remembering my nightmare had begun.
I opened the package labeled Monday. Inside I found a pair of blue
boyshort panties and a light blue girl's tee shirt without much flare
to it; the only thing that really indicated it was feminine was the
slightly narrow waist and shorter sleeves than a boy's shirt would
have, and the softer fabric. She gave me jeans too, in a girly style
but not in a way that any boys would notice, only the girls. I got
dressed and made it to school, and while things were not super obvious
to most guys (as I hoped and expected), a few girls certainly chuckled
as they noticed I was the next of Erin's victims.
I met Erin by my locker as prescribed, where she complimented my choice
in outfit and told me to go on with my day. I already had moderately
long hair for a boy, going just over my eyes in the front and touching
my neck in the back, and she apparently didn't feel a need to go any
farther with my look today. Call it day 1 generosity. I got a text from
Roger just saying "sorry to hear about it dude, good luck". I
appreciated his message, and he appreciated my desire to keep my
distance from my friends and others as much as possible.
Returning home was interesting and luckily my dad was at work and my
mom was busy in the kitchen, allowing me to sneak past unnoticed and
get changed back in my room. As far as it could have gone, the first
day didn't seem too bad, although I knew Erin was certainly going to
escalate.
Tuesday was very similar, except this time the panties were lime green
bikini cut and the matching shirt was more obviously a blouse, with
buttons on the wrong side. The cut wasn't overtly feminine, but again,
a keen eye would notice. Her instructions said to wear the same jeans
again, so I did, along with my normal shoes. At school, Erin wanted to
do a little more with my hair this time, so she pushed my dark brown
bangs out of the way with a pink barrette, and if it wasn't clear
before that I was the guy on the chopping block, it was clear to
everyone now. Rumors spread fast, but oddly enough everyone was kind of
used to someone being at the butt of it. I just never thought it would
be, or wanted it to be me. The passing glances and small laughs that I
used to participate in I noticed from others, and the inevitability of
the whole thing was almost numbing. I reminded myself that I never
noticed other guys wearing panties, even though they probably were.
That meant mine probably weren't overtly obvious either, and they also
didn't know about the photos she took.
I had a lot on the line, but also if I went through with it, maybe I
could get away relatively unscathed.
Wednesday she shook things up a little bit, and added a white bra to
match my white lace panties. Bra notwithstanding, the panties were the
prettiest and most feminine yet, which I noticed for sure. The
undergarments looked angelic on my nude body, but I quickly covered
them up with a heavy pink sweatshirt representing the local university,
and some fairly tight sweatpants like a soccer player would wear,
although they did capture the slightly feminine vibe Erin wanted. I
looked at the tag and they said "Women's L" unsurprisingly.
At school, Erin pushed my hair aside again and gave me a couple
bracelets to wear on my wrist. They were basic loops but I felt them
jangle as I walked the halls. She confessed to me that the menial
chores she had her other boys do were really experiments, and frankly
she preferred to carry her own things and handle her own business since
that's the only way she could be sure it was done properly. Turns out I
wasn't so much a slave as I was her modeling mannequin to try to
embarrass, and while it wasn't too bad yet, it was certainly working.
The bra clinging against my skin was a discomfort I couldn't get used
to and trying to avoid showing the straps, especially on my back, was
hard and I'm sure some people noticed. Really the thing that killed me
most was the anticipation. I don't remember anyone in the past getting
this girly this fast, although plenty of them went much farther than I
was already. I thought I might get away with more easy time and then a
ramp up near Halloween, but at this rate, it was hard to expect that.
Thursday it was unseasonably warm for October, and she replaced my
usual long pants with jean capris that went right down to mid-shin, and
there was truly nothing masculine about them. On top I wore a tee shirt
like Monday, but this one was pink and covered up a purple lace bra,
matching my purple panties with black trim. I had gotten oddly used to
wearing women's underwear that it hardly felt out of the ordinary at
this point. If anything, my normal boy underwear felt scratchy and
uncomfortable in comparison, although it did fit certain 'aspects of my
body' a little better.
I guess I never realized how normal Erin's girly boy being a presence
at school had become. There was certainly novelty with each new day,
and I hated it, but the people at school didn't even really seem to
care much anymore unless there was a major development. I remember
being on the other side of that. It wasn't a spectacle every day, just
on the ones where she pulled out a new stop. The outfit apparently was
enough today although Erin chastised me for not being clean shaven,
since a bit of stubble had grown in. She pulled a headband out from her
bag, just a basic pink band but thick like a child would wear, and slid
it over my head to complete the look.
I actually slipped up as I reentered the house that evening, and my mom
saw me in my girl's outfit. I scrambled to think of an excuse, but
before I could she just laughed!
I didn't know how to react so I quickly meandered upstairs and changed
as usual. When I came back down for dinner, she chuckled to herself and
I remembered I was still wearing the headband! I quickly pulled it off
my head, deeply red in the face.
She only had one question for me, and it was a surprise.
"So you're the next one, huh?" she said through another laugh.
"You know about that?" I responded incredulously.
"Oh yeah, all the parents know about that weird little thing that
happens at your school with Erin. Whenever a new boy gets it I'm always
curious to find out if the mom is angry that her little boy is being
bullied by a girl or if they're glad that their rapscallion is finally
getting a lesson in femininity and girl power."
"Which are you?" I asked. Honestly I was surprised that anyone younger
than 100 would use "rapscallion" in real conversation and it took me
aback more than the content of her comment even did.
"I just think it's funny! I think they're all funny, the moms always
share a picture or two with the others. Mrs. Greenberg couldn't believe
how Zack looked on Halloween, looks like you might get the same royal
treatment!"
I wasn't particularly looking forward to it. It seemed like she was
very intent on one-upping herself and if history was any indication, I
wasn't in good shape.
Friday was one of those reprieve days I had seen before, as the package
only had underwear and her note said to wear whatever I wanted over it.
The panties were basic deep red cotton and there wasn't a bra, so
actually it was the easiest day yet. She didn't even meet me at my
locker, but I found another note when I opened it up. It read:
"Hope you appreciate your easy day because it's the last one for a
while. Tomorrow you're going to shave your legs and arms and underarms,
and everywhere else you have hair that isn't your head. I don't care if
you use a razor or wax or whatever, but I expect you to be perfectly
smooth on Sunday. We're going shopping."
I did appreciate my easy day and Roger texted me noting the sudden
change, asking if she had finished with me so soon. I told him I hadn't
bored her yet unfortunately, but it was nice to be mostly back to
normal, if only for a day.
Apparently mom was ready to take my picture to share with the other
moms when I came home, but I had to disappoint her with my boring
outfit.
"You'll probably have plenty of much better chances in the near future,
though," I commented.
Saturday I did as I was told and shaved everything I could with a
razor, though it was incredibly time consuming and rather painful since
I nicked myself a few times. Turns out even without much visible hair
on my relatively immature body, there was still a lot more than I
realized. I asked my mom what a better way to do it would be, since
apparently she could be my confidant in this, and she recommended I use
a depilatory the next time. I wrote it down and went to bed that night.
-----Chapter 5: Mall Adventure-----
Sunday morning I found out that Dad had signed up for a business trip
for the next two weeks and was heading out early Monday morning. Mom
clued him in to what was happening, and I think he wanted to get out of
town for both of our sakes. He didn't want to see his son dressed as a
girl, and I didn't want him to see me like that either, so I think it
was a pretty beneficial mutual agreement. Home actually became a
relatively safe haven since only mom would be there, and she knew
everything already, more or less.
Erin picked me up at 10 to head to the mall. She was wearing a tank top
and yoga pants, and looked casual, but casually stunning in her
particular way. She didn't have much makeup but looked incredible
anyway; her style really lent itself to whatever she wanted. I was
dressed in my normal boy clothes for this time of year, jeans and a
long sleeve shirt, but my newly hairless body made the air feel
surprisingly colder than I expected and the roughness of the jeans was
much more apparent with nothing to shield my legs from the fabric. She
made light conversation on the way there, and I spoke to her pretty
neutrally, answering whatever little questions she asked but not
offering much more. It had only been a week and I can't say I was fully
used to my predicament, although the reality of the situation had
sufficient time to settle in and I was coming to terms with my new
bizarre world as Erin's target.
The mall was a few towns over, since you really had to get well out of
Jettsville before anything interesting or civilization worth exploring
actually emerged. It was bustling for a Sunday, even during church
hours, and the food court was abuzz with some early lunch eaters ready
to start their weekend sprees, evidently us included. I had been to
Great Star Mall plenty of times before, but usually to either buy a new
video game or dick around with some friends by the food stands. I'd
reckon 95% of the stores I'd never set foot in, nor ever would have a
reason to set foot in, but today would be a new experience.
"It's about time we get you some proper outfits, I have some stuff to
lend but most of it won't fit you well enough," Erin started. "Where
should we start?" she asked me.
"Uh, I don't know?" I naturally responded. She was in charge and I
certainly wouldn't be offering ideas for my own torture.
"Well, I'd hate to ruin all of the surprises, so some stores I'm going
to have you wait outside of while I shop. We do need to have you
properly sized for a bra though, and I'll take mine back, since they
definitely weren't right."
She dragged me by the wrist into the nearest lingerie shop where for
the first time I contemplated whether I should have dressed up as a
girl for our adventure. At least it would be less obvious I was a guy
then, maybe.
"Hello!" she introduced herself to a salesperson. "We'd like to get my
boyfriend fitted for a bra, he has decided to find himself and explore
his kinkier side."
I was mortified at that suggestion, as if this was all my idea. I also
only had imagined before how sweet it might be for her to call me
"boyfriend" and it sounded even better in person, although my smile
quickly faded as my eyes readjusted to reality.
"Well of course we can help with that! He looks small, but we have a
great assortment of training bras and push-ups that might be able to
give him a little more shape, or breast forms if you are interested in
those as well."
"Let's get him sized and I'll check out some of the padded options,
thanks!" she beamed. I wondered whether I was the first to go on an
adventure like this or if the others before me had as well. The
salesperson seemed to recognize Erin, although it could have been a
coincidence.
The saleslady was probably in her early 20s, either late college or
just finished by my estimation. She wasn't particularly pretty, but her
figure was nice and her apparel was very professional, and it suited
her well. I guessed that she wasn't the worst person to be putting me
through this shit, at least it was better than an older person and also
better than someone overly stunning too. Or a man.
She took me into a special changing room where I was asked to take off
my shirt. She noticed my fully hairless underarms and chest, but didn't
mention anything. I guess it was par for the course given that I was a
boy getting sized for a bra.
She took a tape measure and wrapped it around a few parts of my body,
right under my pecs and across my chest, as well as around my neck and
waist just to be thorough. She told me I was a 32A, but the small
amount of muscle and baby fat I had in my bust was actually enough to
fill the cup a little.
"What a joy," I thought sarcastically.
I wanted to ask her whether she knew Erin, and I fumbled with the words
before spitting it out. "So...did you recognize my, uh, girlfriend back
there? Has she brought anyone else here?"
My hunch was amazingly correct. She told me that she had seen Erin
bring one boy here before, although her coworkers had spoken about at
least one or two others. I guess this was a standard part of her
process.
I tried to consider what I had noticed in the boys that came before me,
and I realized that the more I thought about it, the less I really saw
of what was going on. On the surface there were boys in skirts, some in
makeup, some in various girly whatever, but I didn't look or ask about
their underwear, nor really see what happened behind the scenes. In a
way this was reassuring, maybe no one really noticed that stuff about
me either. In another way, it was frightening. I had no idea what those
other boys really had to do when I wasn't looking.
I saw the worker report her findings to Erin before Erin nodded and
proceeded to check out. I waited patiently by the exit, still partially
surrounded by mannequins in skimpy undergarments, but at least now I
just looked like a boyfriend waiting on his girlfriend like normal.
She joined me again and quickly we moved on to the next few stores,
where as promised she made me wait outside while she shopped for
presumably my next week's outfits. Each time she would exit with a
large bag of clothes which she asked me to carry, and I resisted the
urge to take a look inside each time. Just like last week, I thought
the suspense of knowing would kill me more than the surprise, plus she
obviously was trying to keep it concealed.
Finally, she pretended to have a thought pop into her head even though
she wasn't a very good actor, and I could tell she had it planned the
whole time.
"Wait, I have a great idea!" she exclaimed. "Let's get our nails done,
come on it will be so fun!"
"Oh why don't you go ahead and I'll watch the stuff by the food court,
and you can relax!" I said, trying to weasel out of it.
"No silly Lucas, it's my treat! Let's go!"
It was a longshot, but we both knew what happened if I said no, so I
walked with her over to the nail salon on the second floor.
She approached the counter and confidently requested mani-pedis for
both of us. How na?ve was I to assume it would only be my fingernails,
but I guess at least toes would be easier to conceal.
As I sat down next to Erin and across from my nail tech to do fingers,
the worker asked me what I wanted. I nervously looked to the side at
Erin.
"Oh Lucas, how about we do something matching? How about a nice ocean
blue, with silver tips? It should go great with your outfits."
I was in no position to decline. I, after all, didn't know the outfits,
and therefore couldn't support nor reject her claim. All I had to do
was sit back and watch as my previously boyish hands transformed into
distinctly cute girly ones. I felt the cold polish being swept up each
nail and accented at the tip, and the smell struck me more than I
realized. When our hands were finished, we moved over to the pedicure
stations where the tech got to work on my admittedly not very well
taken care of toes.
Looking over at Erin, I noticed her new nails were a jet black and
fairly long, which carried a certain intimidation with it. I guess she
decided our toes would be the same as each other, since each of us were
the proud new owners of bubblegum pink toenails. I wiggled them, still
not fully believing that they were my own with their new look.
She paid and we exited the store, and I was transfixed with the feeling
of polish on my fingernails as they felt so much smoother than before,
and almost a tiny bit heavier too. They were the most permanent part of
my getup, and stood out against my otherwise still masculine
appearance. Anyone who took a look under my clothes might see
otherwise, but on the surface they were small pools of femininity which
stood out to anyone looking my way.
"I'm hungry," she spoke as a command rather than a comment, and we
walked over to the food court.
"Ok boyfriend, get us some lunch," she instructed me sternly.
"But they'll see my nails, can't you go do it?" I pleaded.
"Absolutely not, you should be proud of your pretty new nails," she
responded and punched me on the shoulder. That was no enough, I
guessed.
I saw the young guy at the counter looking at my nails as I ordered and
paid for two hot dogs and two drinks. His nametag said Daniel.
"Are you one of Erin's?" he asked.
I nodded.
"I'm a sophomore and I noticed this whole thing she does, I didn't
realize she had a new one yet. How is it?"
"It's not something I ever wanted," I answered truthfully. I wasn't
about to dive into details for my own sake. "I guess it could be worse,
but I also think it will get there."
"Yeah, well good luck. Looks like she always target kids in her own
grade and boy am I thankful for that."
"Yeah," was all I could answer.
He brought over my food which I quickly returned to Erin's table. She
seemed excited and wolfed down hers faster than I even could, but maybe
that's because I was still staring at my nails between each bite. She
had a wide grin on her face as she watched me, which I guess meant
things were going according to her plans. Maybe that was good. If she
was happy, it would run its course, but if she was pissed, she might
drag it out.
"One last thing, I almost forgot," she said as we began to walk away.
"You need shoes, those ratty old boy ones you wear every day won't cut
it any more.
We pivoted quickly and headed to the shoe store by her command.
Luckily, you don't need someone to assist you with shoe sizing, it's
easier to just try them on, although a bit more conspicuous since we
were in the middle of the store and Erin didn't hold back. The first
pair I had to wear were just casual shoes like I usually wear, although
pastel pink with white laces, obviously made for girls. The next were
ballet flats in a few colors, and we figured out that I wore a women's
10 by trial and error. Finally, she grabbed from the shelf some strappy
sandals and like five pairs of heels, which I tried on before she
decided which ones she like and which she didn't. Then five more just
to make sure we had enough. In total, she must have bought me 6 pairs
which seemed insane given how long I expected this whole thing to last.
I guess she could reuse them on the next guy if he's the same size.
"Ok doll, I think we have enough to go home, oh you must be so
excited!"
I nodded out of fear, not affirmation.
-----Chapter 6: First Skirts-----
Mom noticed my nails over dinner that night, and my next package
arrived at the door that evening. Erin had been taking things quickly,
in fact, far more quickly than I'd ever seen before, and Halloween was
still a full 2 weeks away. That was the absolute earliest I could
expect to end this nightmare, since there was no way she had time to
drop me and pick another boy before then, and there was no way she
would be spending Halloween without her symbol of dominance at her
side, proving her power to an audience that already fully understands
and fears it.
By this point, everyone who paid any attention at all knew I was man's
latest sacrifice to Erin Meadows, and by "man's" of course I mean the
collective male population of Jettsville High eleventh grade. I knew
how it went by watching the others: there was an air of collective
relief not to be chosen, matched with the entertainment and comedy of
watching a boy's girly peril (as long as it wasn't you), and then there
was a solemn respect for the poor soul, who by taking on this challenge
willingly or not, kept Erin happy, and a happy Erin was a good thing
for everyone. I really hoped that behind the chuckles and stares I was
getting the same appreciation I tried to give the other victims. I knew
I was lucky to be so supported at home; certainly not all of the boys
were.
Monday used to be a Columbus Day holiday, but the local Indian tribes
apparently made a legislative breakthrough in the state so now we
didn't get our usual 3-day October weekend. I sympathized with their
cause although resented that we now got a new day off in January where
we didn't really need one, instead of right now when I really did.
Nevertheless, it meant I was doing my whole song and dance that
morning, and given the events of the last three days, include Friday's
reprieve, I had low expectations.
I ripped open the bag labeled "Monday" just as I had last week, and I
dwelled on how it had seemed like far longer than only one week since
my ordeal began. Getting the note in my locker which sealed my fate was
hardly 10 days prior, and yet it seemed like forever ago in my head. I
laid out my new outfit and let out a deep sigh as I began to put it on.
The bra and panties were sky blue, and I noticed that bra had a notable
bit of padding, and it fit snugly against my body today thanks to the
fitting over the weekend. My completely hairless body felt cold and as
I looked in the mirror, I could hardly believe the sissy I was just
letting myself become. Somehow, putting on panties in the morning had
become normal and routine, and that was maybe the oddest part about it.
Erin had a way of never letting you settle in though, she just kept
pushing. Today was no exception. Apparently, she had decided it was
time for my first skirt, which felt like a major step to me. Knee socks
and the pink converse I had tried on were in there too, so there went
my last masculine part of the outfit, my shoes.
I came downstairs surprised to find mom and dad in the kitchen before
me. Right, he was leaving on his business trip early, just not early
enough to miss seeing his boy willingly walk down in a baby blue
pleated miniskirt barely reaching mid-thigh on his smooth, slim legs.
My legs. The man's son wore a short-white top which the matching blue
bra underneath showed lightly through. The words "girl power" were
written in silver glittery lettering across the bust, and as my hands
came to cover my face in shame they revealed ten beautifully manicured
ocean blue nails, with glittery silver tips.
Dad was speechless, obviously struck by the extent of the moment, and
became suddenly very eager to get going. He gave my mom a kiss before
saying "good luck" in an encouraging-but-disturbed tone I had never
really heard before. I don't think he was mad, or disappointed. I guess
he was conflicted between a desire that I would stand up for myself,
and an understanding that the social order of Jettsville wouldn't allow
that. Better to have a sissy son than an expelled one, but maybe not by
all that much.
Maybe it would be over by the time he returned. The man took his
suitcase and headed out the door, both of us wishing I had waited just
a few more minutes before coming down, I guess.
Mom had a much different tone, and after a good look decided this was
the moment to snap her first pictures.
"You look very cute sweetie!" she commented excitedly as I just tried
to get a bite to eat and get out the door. If I were her real daughter
she might have objected to the length of my skirt, but as the proud
owner of an only son she seemed oddly fine with it.
I didn't know whether to be happy or sad that the weather had stayed so
hot this far into autumn. On one hand, my skirt was shockingly much
more comfortable than long pants to sit around in all day, but then
again if it wasn't so hot maybe Erin wouldn't have picked an outfit
that showed so much.
I went to school choosing to believe that she would have regardless.
I picked up on more stares than usual, probably because this was a huge
jump in femininity and in record time. The earliest boys never even got
this far, and more recent ones seemed to build up slower. I was only a
week in and already Erin had decided to prove a point. Even the socks
and shoes really sealed the deal and made it seem like I was playing
along hard.
Erin put on a wry smile as I approached my locker in our daily ritual.
She was wearing an outfit very similar to mine, almost matching in fact
except her skirt was pink. She decided my hair, despite its moderate
length, wasn't girly enough today, and she parted my bangs off of my
forehead, securing with a blue barrette adorned with an attached
plastic blue butterfly decoration. I thought that would be all.
"Your lips look a little dry actually," she commented, pulling out her
chapstick. She applied it first to herself, and then drew the tube
across my lips in full view of everyone around. The stick left a light
red tint behind it, not as bold as any real makeup would be, but
noticeable for someone who saw a before and after of my mouth. It must
have foreboded real makeup soon to come, although I dreaded that day
enough to pretend it wouldn't happen.
Given the entirety of my getup, I think everyone must have known I was
wearing panties too; it would be too out of character for Erin not to
force that on me if I was already in a bra and mini skirt. That said,
it sure didn't mean I wanted anybody to see them. Every move I made
while I walked, sat, or shifted my body made me anxious that I was
about to show my whole pantied bottom off to the rest of my class. I
had almost learned to handle the embarrassment of the clothes, but my
legs were permanently crossed to avoid even worse humiliation. I'm just
thankful my, uh...unit, didn't give me too much trouble either. I
figured out that if I tucked it between my legs I couldn't get the
whole front smooth enough that an awkward hard on wouldn't tent my
pretty skirt.
Counting down the hours to 2:00 was a struggle every day, but met by
relief when I could finally head home and get out of everyone's view. A
different question met me at home though, which was whether I'd bother
to change into regular boy clothes or just keep what I had on. Part of
me wanted to return to my boy stuff just to regain a sense of normalcy,
but on the other hand, that left more laundry to do and really the only
person who would see me at that point was mom, who I could tell kind of
liked my new getups. Plus, I hated to admit it, but there was a clear
choice when it came to comfort and it wasn't pants and boxers, it was
skirts and panties. I always took my bra off though, and discovered the
relief girls must feel after a long day wearing one. The support during
the day was appreciated, I could imagine, but letting things go at home
was refreshing.
I went to sleep once again, in nervous anticipation of the next
morning's new outfit.
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