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M&R Stories My penname comes from a character I used to play in LockedInLace.com interactive fiction based on the enigmatic M&R Corporation. I loved the idea of hapless males being transformed by a faceless corporation. I also loved the idea that the victims of M&R Corporation were forced to choose (or were allocated one by their "sponsor') from one of four feminine roles: schoolgirl, secretary, maid or sex-slave. I plan to write a story for each of these roles, although not in the M&R Corp context. This is the first, enjoy. As always, love to hear feedback and reviews on this or any of my other stories if you read them. Helps make the next one better. 1. Sweet Schoolgirl It was just after my sixteenth birthday and I was a few weeks away from starting my second-last year of school when my life was radically changed. My father was offered a diplomatic role in a slightly risky country in the Middle East, one that would totally make his career if he took it. My parents agonised for a few days over what to do before reaching a decision. In order to keep me safe and let me finish my education, I would go and stay with my mother's sister, Aunt Margaret, while my parents would move abroad for a couple of years to allow my father to take up his new position. I was a little unhappy about being "abandoned" by my parents and torn away from my home and friends to move to a new town and school a couple of hundred miles away. However, I tried to be adult about it and resigned myself to the change. I had always got on well with my Aunt Margaret, an extremely good looking and stylish woman a few years younger than my mother, and there was a further compensation to the move - I would get to spend some time with her daughter, my cousin, Nicola. A few days later, my Aunt arrived on a Sunday lunchtime to collect me. After lunch, I loaded my suitcases into her car, said a nearly tearful goodbye to my parents and climbed into her car for the drive back to her house. We chatted amiably through the long drive, catching up on family news and gossip and my Aunt explain some of the ground rules for living at hers. As I said, my Aunt was an incredibly attractive woman, with the long, thick auburn hair that was a family trait, a very pretty, smiling face and an extremely curvy body with large, full breasts. Despite all this, she had remained single since my Uncle's death over ten years before, preferring to devote herself to raising Nicola and building up her highly successful business. Unfortunately, she explained, she had to travel abroad that evening for a week-long business trip. That meant I would be looked after for most of the week by my cousin, Nicola, but my Aunt trusted us both and was sure we would be fine together. My sense of abandonment grew a little, but I agreed with my Aunt and knew that things would be fine with Nicola as we'd always got on, even though it had been nearly four years since we'd last seen each other. I remembered some of the times Nicola and I had spent together as kids. She had always been quite the tomboy, usually dressed like me in sneakers, jeans, t-shirt or sweatshirt with short hair and no interest in traditional "girly" things. We had spent hours going on long bike rides, climbing trees or walking dogs. We played sports together, mainly tennis, badminton and soccer and were pretty evenly matched. Rainy days were for video games or board games - I could usually beat her at chess, but she always won at backgammon. The last time I'd seen her, when I was twelve, I'd been on the receiving end of some bullying from a few of my classmates. Nicola and I had been going out for a walk when we bumped into my nemesis and his henchmen. Thinking Nicola was a boy, they'd started teasing her and calling her names as they did with me. Nicola simply walked up to the largest of them, clenched a fist and smacked him full in the face. When the bully attempted to fight back, she had given him such a beating that he lay snivelling and crying on the ground, his humiliation complete when Nicola told him he'd just been bested by a girl. After that, I received no more trouble, nobody willing to risk a confrontation with my infamous cousin. When we got to my Aunt's house, though, I received quite a shock when Nicola came out to greet us. Her hair was still short, although styled into the latest cute pixie cut, but she was wearing light make-up and a pair of dangling earrings. She had on a pale pink summer dress and a pair of patent black women's loafers with white ankle socks. In short, she now looked completely feminine. Although we were not radically different in size or stature, the only obvious physical difference between us was the small breasts she had swelling out the front of her dress. Nicola smiled broadly and, with a cry of "Hey! Tim-bo!," (the nickname that only she ever used) gave me a warm embrace that I happily returned. We took the cases from the car and waved my Aunt goodbye as she headed for the airport. We put the cases in the spare room that I would be using before heading back downstairs. We had a lot of catching up to do and chatted away happily, ordering pizza for dinner. After dinner, we watched an action movie and I was pleased to see we still had similar taste in films. Once the film finished, I realised how tired the day had made me and headed for bed, bidding a good night to Nicola. In my room, I exhaustedly stripped off my clothes and dropped them in a pile on the floor. I was too tired to fish my pyjamas out of the case and the night was warm, so I climbed into the bed naked. It didn't take me long to fall into a deep sleep. I was woken in the morning by Nicola coming into the room with a cup of coffee and a plate of toast. She was wearing a cornflower-blue light summer dress, with a short skirt and small yellow flowers all over it, and navy-blue ballet pumps. I was still quite groggy from sleep, so I listened and nodded as Nicola sat on the end of the bed and told me of the plans for the day. When I was finished my toast and coffee, Nicola turned to me and spoke, a little nervously I thought, "Tim-bo. Do you mind if I ask you a favour?" she asked me. "Sure," I replied brightly, there really wasn't much I wouldn't do for my cousin. "Erm...do you mind if I try on some of your clothes?" she asked, gesturing at my open suitcase. I was a little taken aback, but it didn't seem that big a request, so I simply said, "Sure. Knock yourself out," expecting that she might take some away to try on. Without a moment's hesitation, she kicked off her shoes, stood, and unselfconsciously pulled her dress over her head, laying it on the bed. Underneath she was wearing a pair of powder blue, lacy boy-shorts with a matching lacy bralette. While I had no sexual attraction to my cousin, the sight of an older girl in her underwear did make my teenage cock twitch and begin to swell. Walking over to the case, Nicola picked out a pair of my grey cotton boxer shorts, a pair of khaki chino trousers and a dark blue sweatshirt. She pulled the bralette over her head and tossed it on the bed before pulling her matching panties down her legs and adding them to the pile. If the sight of a girl in her underwear had aroused me, the flash of her nakedness and the strangeness of the situation brought me fully erect and I put my hands on top of the covers, hoping Nicola wouldn't noticed. Her attention, however, was more taken with getting into my clothes. Quickly she dressed in the clothes she had taken before adding a pair of black socks and pulling on my boots (we were the same shoe size, my feet being quite small for a guy). Standing in front of the mirror, she admired her look, telling me, "I just love the feel of boys clothes. So rough and rugged. I only dress girly because mother insists on it and to keep the peace. I'd much rather dress like this." She smiled. She looked just like me, wearing my clothes, although with a different haircut and certainly nearly nobody would have mistaken her for anything other than a young teenage boy. I was still a little taken aback by this full-on display of her tomboy nature and preoccupied with making sure that my growing erection was kept hidden. With a mischievous smile, Nicola looked at the pile of her clothes at the end of the bed, saying, "Here's an idea. If I can wear your clothes, why don't you try on mine?" she asked, almost rhetorically. Before I could protest, she picked up her discarded lace panties and hooked them over my feet that were sticking out the bottom of the bedclothes. "Go on, pull them up," she commanded. Not used to arguing with my cousin and still panicking that my stiff dick would be displayed, I dumbly reached down under the bed clothes, took hold of the elastic waistband and pulled the panties up my legs. I was surprised at the tickly feeling of the delicate garment as I pulled them up my legs and how soft and sensuous they felt encasing my hips and my, now throbbing, erection. Amused at my blushing face and now obviously enjoying the situation, Nicola told me to put my hands up above my head. With a growing nervousness, bordering on panic, I obeyed. She picked up the lacy bralette she'd been wearing and put my hands through the armholes and pulled it down to my neck. Instinctively, my hands came down and pulled the flimsy lace garment down over my chest, smoothing it down over my breast and realising, with a little shock, how good it felt. Nicola took advantage of my momentary distraction and removal of my hands from the bed covers. Smiling, she said, "Let's have a look, then," as she grasped the sheets and whipped them away from me. Her amusement turned to surprise, then shock, as she took in the sight of my erection tenting out the front of her lacy panties. Her mouth formed a silent "O" before she put her hand over it as her eyes went wide. Recovering, she giggled before saying, "Well. Looks like someone is actually enjoying wearing girly underwear," she giggled again before gesturing to the door of the en-suite bathroom. "Why don't you go and take care of that. Your dress won't hang right with that sticking out," she smiled. Mortified, I wished the bed would swallow me up. Blushing crimson, I got up from the bed and hobbled towards the bathroom, my hands pressing my erection to my stomach and rubbing the soft lace of the panties against it (which didn't help). Shutting the bathroom door, I caught sight of my reflection in the full- length mirror on the back of the door. Apart from the bulge in the front of the panties, I looked just like a teenage girl in her underclothes, much to my own surprise. Gingerly, I pulled the thin elastic waist band of the panties over the head of my cock and let it pull back, cupping my balls in a lacy embrace. I wrapped my hands around my intensely stiff cock and gave it a few strokes. I was so aroused that I came within a minute, spraying my copious load all over the tile floor. After cleaning up the floor, I splashed some water over my face to relieve my embarrassed flush. I tucked my, now soft, cock back in the panties and returned to the bedroom. Nicola smiled, she was holding her summer dress and had gathered it up ready to go over my head. "Well, that didn't take long," she mocked gently before asking me to raise my arms again. She put my hands through the armholes of the sleeveless dress and pulled it down, over my head and down my body. I almost felt more naked than before with my bare legs and my body covered only by the thin cotton of the dress and my lacy underwear covering little underneath. I stepped into the shoes at Nicola's gesture and she coolly looked me up and down. "Not bad, but I think we still need a couple of things more," she mused before taking my hand and leading me to her bedroom. She sat me down on the stool in front of her dressing table, facing away from the mirror. She applied a little eyeliner and mascara with some pink eye shadow before handing me a small tube of transparent, slightly shiny, pink lip- gloss and told me how to apply it. My hair was longer than Nicola's, almost down to my shoulders. She took up some styling tongs and carefully styled into loose, wavy ringlets that she fixed with some hair spray. She looked at me with a slight frown, before walking over to her chest of drawers to get a couple of things, telling me, "You know, I used to be so flat chested when I was younger. I'm not much better now, I suppose, but mother suggested I used these to give me more shape," as she reached into the neck of the summer dress and inserted a couple of breast forms into the bralette I was wearing, adjusting them so that they sat properly, giving me, I guessed, around a B-cup size. Smiling at me with some satisfaction, she gestured to me to turn and look in the mirror. I was utterly shocked by the reflection that I saw. It was that of a pretty young girl, no hint at all that I was actually a boy. I stood up, desperate to hide my confused emotions. I was just about to suggest that I remove the make-up and clothes and change back when Nicola said, "Right. Let's go to the mall," looking happy and excited. I wanted to protest but couldn't think of any reason why we shouldn't go out - after all, Nicola went out dressed as I now was every day. I meekly followed her out, confident, at least, that nobody that didn't know us would think we were anything other than brother and sister heading out for the day. At the mall, Nicola took great delight in showing me round the women's clothes, shoes and accessory stores as well those selling make-up. She took great delight in explaining to me how all these feminine items worked or should be worn. Over a light lunch, she told me that my Aunt had taken her on a similar shopping trip a couple of years previously, eager to try and instil some more femininity into her tomboy daughter. We visited a department store and Nicola gave me a detailed expose on all the various styles and items in their lingerie department. I became so aroused at the thought of wearing the wonderfully colourful, silk, satin and lace garments that I had to excuse myself. After a quick trip to the (ladies!) toilet to relieve my erection, we headed back home. That evening, we had dinner and watched movies still dressed in each other's clothes. We headed up to bed and, just as I'd taken off the dress, I'd worn that day, Nicola came into my bedroom. She handed me a set of girl's pyjamas, consisting of a short-sleeved top and shorts, in a fuchsia coloured satin material with white polka dots. "Can I borrow a pair of your pyjamas? You can wear these tonight," she offered. Not wanting to deny her and, actually slightly eager to wear what she'd given me, I nodded. Nicola went to my case, dropped the towelling robe she was wearing, and picked out a pair of navy-blue, long, boys cotton pyjamas before putting them on. She picked up the robe and gave me quick goodnight peck on the cheek before heading back to her room. I climbed into bed myself, savouring the novel, smooth, silky feel of the pyjamas against my skin. I had to admit that the day had been quite fun, but I decided it would be a one-off and I'd wear my own clothes and be a boy again the next day. I quickly fell into a deep, relaxed sleep, not waking till morning. Of course, my plans for a return to boyhood came to nothing. The next morning, Nicola entered my bedroom with a cup of coffee and some toast and woke me from my sleep. Without even asking, she stripped off my pyjamas that she was wearing and helped herself to a pair of black cotton shorts, a pair of jeans and a navy-blue cord shirt from my case. She added a pair of grey socks and put my boots back on. She stepped out briefly while I ate my toast and drank the coffee and returned with a pile of clothes that she placed on the end of the bed and a pair of shoes that she put on the floor. Smiling, she said, gesturing at the clothes "Once you're finished your breakfast, get dressed and go fix your hair and make-up and join me downstairs." She smiled like a caring older brother before leaving the room again. I did as she asked, removing my satin pyjamas and, through habit, putting them under my pillow to wear again that night. I pulled on the dainty red thong panties with a lace waistband and matching bra before adding in the breast pads that I'd left on the bedside table. Of course, this left me intensely aroused and I quickly stepped into the bathroom to relieve my erection again. Returning, I stepped into a long, white, cotton gypsy-style skirt that came down to my calves and felt delightfully floaty. On top, I wore a red, sleeveless lace top with a broad, brown leather belt around my middle. I stepped into the strappy, flat, brown leather sandals that Nicola had left and fastened the ankle straps before heading to her room. With a little less skill, I carefully applied the same eye make-up and lip-gloss that I'd had on the day before. I styled my hair in the same way and when I was finished, on impulse, I gave myself a quick squirt of a delicate, floral perfume from a bottle on the dressing table. I checked myself in the mirror, seeing nothing other than a cute young redheaded girl smiling back at me. I joined Nicola downstairs and we played video games together for an hour before she suggested a game of tennis, my Aunt's mansion having its own tennis court, jacuzzi and swimming pool. I enjoyed tennis and remembered us being evenly matched, so I readily agreed. Of course, when we stepped out onto the court, Nicola was in a pair of my shorts and I was in one of her short, white tennis dresses. I was acutely aware that whenever I bent down to pick up a ball, or served, I was giving a flash of the white cotton panties I had on underneath. Fortunately, my Aunt's home was quite secluded and there was nobody else around. I enjoyed the game, despite Nicola narrowly beating me, and we headed back inside to get changed and have lunch. After lunch, we lounged about for a bit, reading and listening to music. I hadn't brought any of my favourite Sci-fi and Fantasy books, so Nicola lent me a copy of "Pride and Prejudice." I also didn't have any of my Indie-rock CDs so we listened to a playlist of female artists and girl bands. Both seemed somehow more appropriate when I was wearing a skirt and lace top. After a couple of hours, Nicola suggested that we go for a swim and enjoy the pool. Of course, this meant her swimming topless in a pair of my swimming trunks while I wore a bright red, lycra, one-piece swimsuit. The rest of the week settled into a similar routine. Nicola brought me breakfast and my clothes for the day, helping herself to a selection of mine. We'd play tennis in the morning with her in my shorts and me in a tennis dress or short pleated skirt and polo-shirt. Later in the afternoon we'd swim, her in my trunks and me in a swimsuit or bikini, before relaxing by the pool. By the end of the week I'd developed distinct tan-lines from the bikini straps, and I hoped they would fade quickly. Friday rolled around and we expected my Aunt's return the following day. I did feel some pangs of regret that this would mean the end of my time dressing as a girl, but I figured that Nicola and I could probably swap clothes again for a day or two when Aunt Margaret went off on another business trip. That evening I was preparing dinner in the kitchen as it was my turn. I was wearing a short denim skirt and a sleeveless white t-shirt with sequins over the front, my hair neatly styled and my make-up a little heavier than normal at Nicola's suggestion. On my feet were a pair of black leather ankle boots with a square, two-inch high heel and my legs were encased in a pair of dark purple, opaque pantyhose. I'd discovered the previous day how much I loved wearing pantyhose, the thin, stretchy material encasing my legs and hips. I had drawn the line, though, at shaving my legs when Nicola suggested it as, if the pantyhose were opaque, the few thin hairs on my legs were barely noticeable. I was waiting for a pot to boil when my new favourite song from one of the leading girl groups I'd been listening to all week came on the radio. I smiled and picked up a wooden spoon and began singing into it as if it was a microphone. I began to dance round the kitchen in imitation of one of the group's dance routines from one of their videos. I strutted and shook my hips and head, waving my arms seductively. I imagined I was a member of the group on stage, dressed in one of their skimpy costumes, with thousands of adoring fans cheering me on. When the last long notes of the song began to play, I stood with my feet apart, a hand on one hip thrust out to the side and the other holding the spoon microphone above my head as I threw it back, closed my eyes and sang along. I was abruptly brought back to reality by a slow hand clap from the kitchen door. I expected it to be Nicola teasing me but when I turned to look, to my horror, it was Aunt Margaret. She'd caught an earlier flight and come home a day early. I'd been so distracted I hadn't heard her car or entry to the house and I had no idea how long she'd been watching my "performance." The awkward silence when she stopped her clapping seem to extend forever. I desperately tried to think of a reason to explain why I was dressed as a girl, doing a girly dance around the kitchen, but, of course, there wasn't one. The moment was interrupted when Nicola appeared in the doorway, dressed in a pair of my jeans and one of my shirts, behind her mother. She put her arms around Aunt Margaret's waist and gave her quick peck on the cheek before talking, "Hi Mom, good to see you home. I see you've met Tiffany already." I blushed deeply, a little confused. Nicola had never called me that and it hadn't occurred to me that I would, or should, have a girl's name. Aunt Margaret untangled herself from Nicola's bear hug and turned to face her daughter with a slight frown and exasperated look, "I might have known you'd be behind this. Care to explain what's going on here?" she asked. Nicola smiled brightly and replied, "Sure. The day after you left, Tiffany begged me to let her try on some of my clothes. It seemed only fair that I borrowed some of hers, and we've just kind of kept that up all week." Aunt Margaret turned to me and asked, "Is that true, Tiffany?" her voice emphasising my new name. Of course, this wasn't true but there was no way I was going to contradict my cousin and, potentially, land her in trouble. Meekly, I replied, "Yes, that's right, Aunt Margaret." She sighed and shook her head, before replying, "Well, I don't pretend to understand what you youngsters get up to. I suppose there's no harm in it though so you can keep this up till school starts again, if you want." Before I could open my mouth to protest or suggest that we didn't need to do that, Nicola chimed in, saying, "Thanks, Mom, I knew you'd be cool about it. I've really enjoyed having a "little sister" this week and I know Tiffany just loves dressing in my clothes. Isn't that right?" she asked turning to me. "Yes," I replied, unable to find a way to back out of what was happening, "Thanks for being so understanding, Aunt Margaret," I conceded, defeated. So, the summer holidays continued more or less in the same way. My cases were unpacked into Nicola's room and her clothes were moved into mine, meaning that each day I had to pick out the clothes I would wear. Fortunately, Aunt Margaret was always able to help me out with clothes, fashion, hair and make-up advice. She confessed that she'd always wanted a daughter that was into more feminine things than Nicola had turned out to be and it seemed I fitted that role just perfectly. A week before school was due to start, Aunt Margaret suggested a shopping trip. I would need new uniform and clothes for school, as would Nicola. We headed to the same department store where Nicola had treated me to my first detailed explanation of women's lingerie. When the elevator opened on the school uniform floor, I instinctively headed over to the racks of skirts and blouses. It took me a minute to realise that Nicola and Aunt Margaret had headed over to the boys" section. Blushing at my "mistake," I turned to join them, finding them looking at me with amused grins. "Well, I was planning to get you some trousers and boys'uniform clothes today," Aunt Margaret began, "but you are in a skirt so I suppose trying on boys" uniform would look a little strange. Maybe we should come back tomorrow?" "Mom, Tiffany could always go to school in skirts like me, if she wanted," Nicola told her. Aunt Margaret thought for a moment before telling me, "Yes. I suppose that's true. What do you think Tiffany? I know the school has a protocol for,..er,..girls like you. If you like, I can contact them and make the necessary arrangements. I mean, you can take a couple of days to decide, but there shouldn't be a problem if that's what you want. Come on, let's head home," she finished. I thought for a second. This was an opportunity to return to being a normal boy. But did I want that? Could I give up on making myself look pretty and dressing as a girl? With only a brief hesitation, I spoke up, "No. It's OK, Aunt Margaret. I'd like it if you would contact the school for me. We can do our shopping as planned, I'd like to get some new skirts for school," I told them. Both Nicola and Aunt Margaret smiled at me and we did just that. We bought a couple of the short, pleated plaid skirts that the uniform regulations required along with a blazer and some white cotton blouses. I also needed lace-up, black, women's brogue shoes and knee-high white socks as well as white cotton panties and plain white bras. It seemed that, while the school was perfectly happy to accommodate girls like me, it was against uniform regulations for girls to have brightly coloured bras showing through their thin cotton blouses and distracting the boys. The first day of school I had terrible butterflies in my stomach as I stood on the porch with Nicola as Aunt Margaret took some first-day pictures. We were both in uniform; short plaid skirts, white blouses and ties and blazers, white knee socks and black brogue shoes. My hair was longer now and styled into two short plaits that came down to my shoulders and I had on some light make-up to remain within the school regulations. I smiled as brightly as I could with my cousin's arm protectively round my shoulder before we headed off to school. I was nervous as a kitten as we walked through the gates, but I really needn't have been. Everybody knew and liked Nicola, and most were prepared to accept her new cousin, Tiffany. A few of the boys ignored me or were only coolly polite. However, most were fine and a larger group were actually extremely friendly. I caught more than a few shy glances and smiles as well as some horny leers - I even caught a few of the male teaching staff appraising my long, slim legs and tight butt, despite them being married! The girls were even better, accepting me and taking me under their wing. Within a few days, I was just another one of the girls, joining in their conversations about fashion, hair, make-up and which actors or male pop stars they found most attractive. By the end of the first term, I'd been voted head cheerleader! Over the vacation, I told my parents on a call that I was now Tiffany and wanted to be treated as a girl. At first, they were horrified, but, when I turned the call to a video chat and they could see how pretty and passable I was, they became more comfortable. Further conversations where I told them how happy I now was, backed up by confirmation from Aunt Margaret and Nicola, led them to accept the change. I wasn't the only one that came-out over that holiday period. Over dinner one night, Nicola confessed that she was a lesbian, she was attracted only to girls and wanted to be known from then on as "Nicky." Aunt Margaret was also horrified by this news, initially. However, she decided that if my parents could accept me as Tiffany, she would accept Nicola as Nicky. Early in the second term, I snagged Brad, the star of the Football team, as my boyfriend. This caused some problems for me, as his ex-girlfriend Naomi was extremely jealous and bitter. She started making bitchy comments about me, moving on to following me around, teasing and, finally, downright abusing me. Nicky was furious when she found out. She marched round to Naomi's house to "have words with her." Somehow (I never got the full details), they ended up in bed together, Naomi becoming Nicky's first lesbian conquest. After that, things settled back into a happier routine. We even double- dated on a regular basis; me on Brad's arm as his cute teenage girlfriend and Naomi on Nicky's arm as her cute teenage girlfriend. By the end of the term, Brad and I also had an active and mutually satisfying sex life too. As the school year came to an end, I decided I was the happiest schoolgirl in the world. I was popular and had the hottest boyfriend. I actually enjoyed school more as a girl and I studied harder and my grades had improved. I was looking forward to my final year, the only downside being that Nicky would be away at college. Over the summer vacation, Nicky took a job to save some money for college - despite her wealth, Aunt Margaret didn't want us to have everything handed to us on a plate. Through one of her mother's business connections, Nicky got a job as a warehouseman. Rather than sit at home alone over the summer I decided that I would get a job too. Again, through one of Aunt Margaret's connections I got a job as a beautician's assistant in a local salon. Nicky and I made quite the contrasting pair as we headed off to work each morning. She dressed in dark blue cotton overalls with steel-toe capped boots and a leather rucksack over her shoulder. I wore a baby-pink work tunic with a mandarin collar and buttons up the edge of the fold over front, white glossy tights and black stiletto heels with a small suede handbag over my shoulder. The end of the summer came, however, and it was time for Nicky to head off for college. After she'd left, Aunt Margaret came to my room and hugged me and we both cried tears of sadness at the absence of our dear cousin and daughter. Aunt Margaret confessed she was glad that I was still there to keep her company and that, much as she loved Nicky, she was very happy to have another "daughter" in the house that shared more of her interests in feminine activities. Fortunately, though, Nicky was great at keeping in touch, texting, calling, video chatting or emailing nearly every day. I loved hearing her tales of college, it all seemed so grown up, and we agreed that I would try and get into the same college and share a room in the apartment Aunt Margaret had bought her next year. A few weeks into term, Nicky told me that she'd shown my picture round her new circle of friends and told them about her pretty cousin, Tiffany. A few of her lesbian friends, and a couple of gurls like me she knew, had expressed an interest in meeting Tiffany and getting to know her better. I had to admit, I found the thought of exploring a new aspect to my sexuality to be extremely exciting. I guess that if Timothy had been told what was going to happen to him and given a choice, he'd probably have chosen to stay a boy. But he was lost, more or less, from the moment he pulled those lacy panties on that first morning. I have no regrets now and I love being Tiffany. Much as I love being a schoolgirl too, I'm also looking forward to the next stage in my life and blossoming fully into womanhood.