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Are you a gerle or a girl?
Now I had met the drama teacher in the school car park and been
immediately clocked as a boy dressed as a gerle, (or rather I think it
was time I faced the facts, a boy dressed as a girl,) it was time I faced
Julia's school again.
Julia's Mum gave us our clothing bags and I started to walk as gracefully
as I could, with the limited practice I had had walking in heels, towards
the school.
It was a very different experience now walking down the corridors of
Julia's school, I thought to myself, reflecting on how last time as
something of an alpha male or wolf on the prowl, I had been with a bunch
of guys heading in to the debate, looking for a girlfriend and thinking
of sex. Now I still hadn't had sex with anyone but I had a girlfriend,
which I should perhaps has seen as something of a victory, but I was
dressed like her and this was no victory but a humiliation.
As we walked down the corridor I heard the clack of our heels on the
wooden floor. The sexy sound of a girl in heels. Heels that declared
confidently, "Here I come boys!" But it was the first time that I had
been the girl in heels.
I was starting to feel scared. Julia held my hand. This should have
felt empowering to walk into a room holding my girlfriend's hand, but it
didn't feel like I was her boyfriend anymore. I felt more like a
butterfly caught in a net about to be shown to a room full of collectors,
unsure whether they would let me go or pin me to the table. This feeling
was enhanced as Julia opened the door and led me into the room. I was
being led, not doing the leading. That wasn't lost on me.
Julia called out, "Girls, I have found our Frank'n'Furter!"
I did not know then that that was my character's name and this just made
me think that I was about to be eaten alive. Pinned to the table.
I looked around at a room full of girls that any boy would have lusted
after, some were wearing school uniforms, Julia was dressed as a French
Maid and so was the girl I had beaten in the debate with my little trap,
who I learnt was called Sam, and a few others were wearing costumes to
play Transylvanians.
They were all looking at me, the only boy in the room, and I was dressed
as a girl.
"Don't you recognise her, girls?" called out the drama teacher from
behind me.
Julia removed my wig as the drama teacher called out, "She's Tracey, the
captain of the first 15!"
The girls were all laughing at me as I tried to run from the room but the
drama teacher blocked the door and said, "Sam, help Tracey get ready."
The teacher held my arms behind my back as Sam undressed me removing my
top and shorts. Instinctively my left hand covered the bulge in my
panties but I found a strange new instinct taking over my right hand that
moved over my heart like a naked girl in some shower scene covering her
breasts.
I felt naked.
"How sweet!" Sam said. "I guess that you know what it is like to feel
inferior now, little boy!"
I felt like I knew what it felt like for a girl to go swimming with the
boys from my school lusting after her.
Sam was looking me over.
"You are going to need to be rather more confident if you are going to
play the role of our sweet transvestite from Transexual Transylvania."
Said the drama teacher. "Let's see the alpha female in you walk across
the room."
It's alright I have got this I told myself. I had, after all, practiced
my walk.
Not enough it turned out.
"An alpha female shows off her assets, and that means your chest, young
lady, not whatever is in your panties." Admonished the drama teacher.
This was going to take practice.
At the end of the rehearsal I saw the drama teacher and Julia's Mum
talking to someone on the telephone.
I asked Julia for my clothes and she passed me my bag and I asked her
where the boy's changing room was.
"This is a girl's school, silly," said Julia. "There are no boys and no
boy's changing rooms here Tracey."
Julia knocked on the door of the girl's changing room and checked there
was no one in there before leading me in.
I thought it was odd for a moment that she remained with me and watched
me open my bag, before I saw what was in it. It contained a French
Maid's outfit, like the one Julia had shown me earlier and that she was
wearing, and a school uniform from her school.
It also contained a black lace bra and matching panties and a suspender
belt and several pairs of fishnet stockings.
"Where's my clothes?" I asked in a tone suggesting that I was amused but
a joke's a joke but now it's over.
"We threw them out," Julia replied. "The drama teacher, my Mum, your Mum
and I discussed your role and agreed that if you were going to be
convincing you had to stop dreaming it and be it. Or in other words you
had to become a girl. Your school has been told you are sick and you
have been enrolled in my school for the next month. You are going to be
spending the rest of term and the mock exams as one of the girls,
Tracey."
"Now let's get you some more clothes and get in a bit of shopping before
Mum takes you home. Do you want to go shopping dressed as you are, or as
a schoolgirl or like me?"
I picked the black silky French maids dress and pulled it over my head
like a pullover.
"You should step into a dress rather than pull it on like that," I was
told as Julia zipped it up and attached the cloth cap to my wig.
I tied the apron around my waist but Julia retied it so that the bow was
prettier.
She attached two bracelets to my wrists that looked a bit like shirt
collars.
"Let's touch up your makeup a bit," said Julia before painting my lips
and powdering my face.
"Let's give you some lashes so you will pass for a girl more easily."
Seeing the sense in that I allowed her to glue on some false eyelashes.
Julia the touched up her own makeup before we rejoined her mother.
"Time for your first girls lingerie shopping trip Tracey," Julia's Mum
said.
I should have, and I am sure I would have, felt terror at being taken
lingerie shopping before, when I was a boy and dressed like one, but
dressed as I was I struggled to think of myself as a boy any more.
Although we got a few wolf whistles between getting out of Julia's Mum's
car and reaching the lingerie shop it appeared that no one seemed to
notice two young girls dressed as French maids shopping together. I was
starting to feel I understood why girls often dress in similar clothes
when they go shopping.
"Hi Julia," said the sales girl. "Who's your friend?"
"She's an exchange student," Julia lied, realising that if I did not have
to speak much the sales girl might not clock me. "She doesn't speak much
English and lost her bags on the way here."
Julia got me a membership card at the shop, giving my name and I ended up
with a week's worth of matching bras and panties in silk and lace, a
white full slip and a black full slip and some gel pads to give me
breasts.
I now found myself with my shopping and clothes bag, dressed as a French
maid, ringing my front door bell.
Lara opened the door.
"Tracey, I see that you have come out!" She giggled, as any girl might,
seeing her brother dressed as a French Maid. "You are going to tell me
that this is method acting and I see that I am going to have to share my
clothes with you. Oh, I am glad to see you have your own lingerie. But
tell me are you still a gerle or have you become a girl?"
Just as I walked in Pedro saw me. "What the fuck! My brother's a faggot
tranny!"
"Pedro, I am your sister now, I am not a faggot tranny," I said. I had
come to accept I had had to become a girl now and it was upsetting to be
called a "faggot tranny". I couldn't see myself as a boy anymore as I
was dressed as a girl and had just been lingerie shopping but I did not
think of myself as a "faggot tranny", would I find myself preferring sex
with men? Was I really a faggot tranny? I didn't know any more where I
was on the sexual scale. A tear came to my eye,
My Mum heard this, and as usual when Dad was away on business she was the
boss around the house. In fact really she was the boss when Dad was home
too. "Whilst many mothers might tell you off for swearing, Pedro, what I
won't tolerate is you calling Tracey a "faggot tranny" or misgendering
Tracey as your brother. Do that again and you too will be in a bra and
panties like everyone else in this house and you will wear a slip too.
Tracey is your sister, now, be careful if you don't want to become her
sister too."
"Why are you dressed as a girl, Tracey?" Pedro asked.
I could tell he was scared. I explained to him about how Julia had
persuaded me to become one of the gerles but that really meant one of the
girls. I told him how I had landed the main role in the play but that it
meant that I was going to have to spend the rest of term as a girl
attending Julia's school.
Pedro had started to forget about what Mum had just said and then said,
"It's going to take some getting used to my brother as a girl but I am
glad to hear you are not a faggot tranny."
A tear came to my eye again.
"What did I just tell you Pedro?" my mother said angrily, handing him a
matching white silk and lace bra and pantie set with a full slip. "Now,
either your sisters and I will undress you and put on your new clothes or
you will go and get dressed yourself."
Pedro looked at me helplessly. Ordinarily he might have expected me to
help prevent our mother and sister Cara feminise him but realising that I
had become his sister too now he knew the only thing that I would do was
help them to feminise him.
He might be able to stop one of us feminising him but he knew he couldn't
stop two of us, let alone all three of us.
"Tracey, can you help put on my bra?" Pedro said resignedly.
I never thought that I would hear my brother ask me to help him put on
his bra I thought to myself as I looked at him in the mirror and at
myself in my French Maids uniform and attached his first bra to his
chest.
He looked at himself in his bra and panties and I saw the bulge in his
panties. He still thought of himself as a boy, as a "him" not a "her."
He then pulled the slip over his head and looked at me. The bulge had
disappeared, whether because of the slip or because his masculinity was
starting to slip away as he started to look less like a boy in a bra and
panties and more like a girl in her underwear, I wasn't sure.
Mum knocked on the door.
"Is your sister dressed, Tracey?"
"She's wearing the clothes you gave her," I said careful not to misgender
Pedro, conscious that Pedro needed to think of herself as a girl now.
"I think we better think of a new name for her, as Pedro is a boy's name,
Mum," I said.
"Let's call her Sharon," Mum said.
"Now Sharon, it's time to do your makeup."
I could not imagine the terror Sharon felt at being addressed as Sharon
for the first time and being told that she was going to be wearing makeup
but I could see the fear in her eyes as Mum put on the mascara and
eyeshadow but she had become resigned to it when Mum put on the lipstick
and puckered her lips like one of the girls.
Her masculinity had disappeared before Mum put the wig cap and wig on
Sharon's head.
We went down to the kitchen.
"Wow," Cara said as she looked at me in my new lingerie and Sharon in
her's.
"Your transphobic brother has gone, meet your sister Sharon," Mum said
before adding, "We're going to have a girl's night in and watch Titanic
tonight. Tomorrow we're all going to have our nails done and Sharon and
Tracey are going to have your ears pierced."
Gone were the days when Sharon and I monopolised the television.
In fact it was starting to look like our masculinity had gone too.
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