The Academy                     by: Alyssa Davis

 

Cris was summoned to talk to the Dean of Admissions at the Walker Academy of Nursing. After earning a 2 year degree in Business Administration at a junior college, he had entered a competition for a 2 year scholarship in nursing at Walker with a goal towards Nursing Administration, and was eagerly waiting for the results. He had learned that Walker is a very well accredited school, associated with a large medical facility, and the scholarship included tuition, books, plus room and board. He knew he would ultimately need a 4 year degree, but if he could get the first 2 years paid for, he would be well on the way, he thought with his BA degree as a good foundation.

A gentle boy, Cris was small in stature for his age but very scholastic. Perhaps this influenced him to pursue the career in nursing administration since this required more brain than brawn and seemed to be potentially very lucrative.

Always a good student, he had studied hard in preparation for the scholarship exam and now he was hoping to hear good news.

As Cris entered, he noticed the building smelled of academia…the musty odor of old wood mixed with the cleaning solvents or whatever it was, but so typical of school buildings. The well worn wooden floors creaked as he walked, breaking the silence. Certainly unlike the tiled cement floors of modern public institutions, he thought. This was an old yet well accredited, nursing facility. Cris knew it would help his career to have training from this school on his resume’.

Locating the office of Miss Jane Whitley, the Dean of Admissions, he slowly entered. Even the door creaked in protest of it’s age. Introducing himself and his purpose to the secretary who then passed the information into a telephone, he was directed to enter the Dean’s office. He was greeted by a distinguished looking, middle-aged woman sitting at a large oak desk, attending to stacks of paperwork.

"Cris Adams?" she said, looking up from her work.

"Yes ma’am," he replied.

"You're a man!" she said surprised.

"I think so, ma’am," trying not to mock yet replying to the obvious.

"That's not indicated on your application for admission."

"They didn't ask gender, ma’am."

"Hmm, I guess not, but from your name, they assumed you were female Cris. Anyway, I called you here to inform you that you've won the scholarship for our 2 year program. Congratulations. But, I now see we have a problem. Walker is a girl's school with obviously a girl's only dormitory making it impossible for you to attend. We've never had a male student. Yes…we do have a real problem."

"Miss Whitley, I competed fairly for the scholarship. There was no mention in the information and your application papers about any gender restrictions. I naturally assumed it was a co-ed college as many have gone that direction, even military academies. I must ask that either you allow me to attend classes or pay me the cash equivalent of the program so that I may go elsewhere. I put in a lot of hard work preparing for your test. I'm not going to give up easily."

"Oh we cant possibly settle for cash...that would set a very bad precedent. I agree it was careless not to screen for gender in our paperwork, but this problem has never happened before. Probably because of your rather androgynous name, we didn't catch your application. And, now mistakenly, we assumed everyone applying for admission knows Walker is a girl's school and not co-educational. Being a private college, we are not required to provide open enrollment. We don't rely on public funding. Anyway, I understand your position, so let me discuss this with the Directors of the academy to see if something can be worked out Please return in 2 days. I'll have an answer."

"Yes ma’am. Thank you," the young man said as he departed.

Miss Whitley studied Cris as he stood up and walked away. At least, she thought, he certainly wouldn't stand out much among the girls...he's short, slight of stature, and might make an attractive girl with that long hair and those long eyelashes. ‘I'll mention this to the Board.’ There may be a way to resolve this problem. She thought it strange that, in choosing this school, he assumed the school was co-ed. Why had he not investigated further? Walker is such an old school and well reputed.

 

The days passed rapidly, and at the appointed time, Cris returned to Miss Whitley's office.

"Good morning Mr. Adams"

"Good morning Miss Whitley. I hope you have good news for me."

"I think I do, Mr. Adams. The Board has agreed to make an exception in your case because you tested so high in the entrance exam and your educational background is outstanding. They will allow you to attend our college with, of course, some restrictions."

"Thank you Miss Whitley, I really appreciate your effort," he said excitedly.

"You haven't heard the requirements yet. As you must certainly be aware of by now, this is a nursing school; all students wear uniforms to class, and you will be required to do so, also. Of course, we will provide the proper uniforms. We have a rather strict dress code other than the uniforms which you will be required to follow. Here is a packet containing our rules and regulations which you will be required to adhere to, without exception. Any violations will give us cause to terminate your scholarship. So look everything over quite carefully. I know this may sound extreme, but it's the best compromise I could get."

"I'm sure I'll have no problem with your rules and I agree to your terms," Cris said excitedly. He didn't expect to get this far without a battle...he would have agreed to anything at this point, and he just did. He accepted the envelope and placed it under his arm.

Turning to leave, he said, "thank you again, Miss Whitley."

"One more thing," she said. "About your living quarters, there is a room in the lower level of the building once used by a custodian when he resided on campus. We'll have it fixed up for you. You'll even have the luxury of a private bathroom. I think you'll be quite comfortable. You can move in one week before classes start. Good luck, and by the way, please leave your clothing measurements for your uniforms with my secretary."

"I will, and thanks again. Good bye."

The secretary handed Cris a form for the uniform order. He sat down and began to complete it. Height: 5'3", Weight: 128 lb., Dress size?...’How would I know? Well, this is the form for girls…I'll skip that,’ he thought. Waist: 27", Shoe size: 6B ‘Maybe this will confuse them even more when they see this form and my measurements. Not exactly those of a football player. This is going to be very interesting.’

 

Cris couldn't wait to settle in to his new home for the next 2 years. At the earliest date, he arrived at the school, parked his old car near the nurse’s dorm and entered to locate and check out his quarters. It took some effort to find the refurbished room since there was no one to ask. He knew only that it was in the basement near the boiler room. But it was clean, well lighted, and freshly painted. It has a built-in bunk bed, a desk and a chair. Very monastic, he thought, but suitable and very isolated. On the desk was a large package, wrapped in brown paper with his name on it. Probably the uniforms, he thought. The bathroom, which was adjacent to his room, was clean and refurbished. Finding the rooms satisfactory, he began unloading his car and moved his few possessions into the new quarters. It was hardly a car load…mostly small items. Nearing completion, He noticed a young lady approaching him which was unique because it was early and there were few students on the campus yet. And she was a very attractive girl, about Cris’s height, long brown hair, green eyes, slender body, well developed…Cris was immediately impressed.

"Hi," she greeted him with a warm smile. "I'm Terry Neal. Not many people here today."

"Hi Terry, I'm Cris Adams."

"Are you helping someone move in, Cris?"

"Actually no, I'm moving myself in."

"You're a student here?" she asked surprisingly.

"Yes, it's a long story," Cris replied in anticipation of the many such explanations forthcoming.

"Let me give you hand," she said grabbing a briefcase as the last thing in his car and following him .

"Okay, thanks."

They wound their way down one flight of stairs and through the dimly lit corridor to his room. The door had been left open exposing the mess Cris had created when he piled everything on the bed to be sorted later.

"Wow," Terry said, "nice room. You'll have a lot of privacy. I have to share with a roommate. So, when did this school go co-ed?"

"It hasn't gone co-ed. Well, not exactly. I applied for and won a scholarship to Walker. I assumed the school was co-ed like so many others, and they accepted my application assuming I was a girl."

"I can see why. Cris could be a girl’s name. I 've had the same problem in reverse."

"Blame our parents for that. Anyway, since I did win, and they caught the error, I gave them the choice of allowing me admission or paying me the equivalent value, which they refused to do, so we compromised and here I am."

"Fun! You're going to have a great time being the only guy with all us girls."

"I hope you don't resent me being here, but it's an opportunity I cant pass up...worth a lot of money."

"Ha! My dad would agree with you on that. I don't see why you'd be resented. These days, the blending of gender is happening all over. We're here for an education...I don't know why this school isn't co-ed, anyway."

"Let's see what my uniforms look like," Cris said, opening the package. "They said I must wear a uniform too."

Removing the outer wrapper, he opened the inner box and removed a layer of folded garments.

"What's this! Dresses! I expected male nurses uniforms! Pants…shirts!. They know I'm not a girl. There must some mistake, I cant wear these!"

"Did you read the info they gave you about the uniforms and dress code? Did it make any exceptions for you?

"Well no, actually, I guess I forgot. I was too excited about being accepted. I just assumed it was the routine stuff but modified for a guy in my case. In fact, here's the envelope. I never opened it. Let's have a look."

"Here's the part about the uniforms," Terry pointed out. "The uniform will consist of a white cotton dress, a light blue apron, white hose, and white flat heeled shoes, all but the hose to be provided by the school. They didn’t alter a thing for you."

"And they told me no exceptions.....and I agreed," Cris said, dejectedly. "If I violate the rules, I lose the scholarship. That's their out...they know what they're doing. They want me to resist and I’m history!"

"Look at the rest of the dress code: 'While on campus, no shorts or jeans are to be worn. Slacks are permissible. Proper attire is considered to be skirts or dresses. Sweat outfits, to be worn only in the athletic facility. While in the dining hall, proper attire is mandatory.' Boy, are you going to have fun!"

"And I agreed to this! I obviously didn't know what I was doing. This is worth a lot to me financially, so I'm committed. I've got to make the best of it. I cant throw away two years of free education. Guess I’ll be wearing dresses for a while although I’ll feel foolish. I just hate to give in to the school’s management and let them win."

"Well Cris, if you want, I'll help you. It's going to be quite a new experience for you and I think you need a woman's help."

"Thanks, Terry. I really appreciate your offer and I do accept. Doesn't it offend you that a guy is going to wear girl's clothes and attend a girl’s school?"

"Not in the least, Cris. Welcome to the woman's world. You'll be able to experience what it's like to be a girl…maybe it’ll do you some good!"

"I hope the other girls are as understanding. I’m sure glad I met you!"

"When you get settled here, we're going to have to do some shopping. You'll need some things to add to your new wardrobe. Certainly for a start, you need some white stockings. You don't have any do you?" Terry winked. She stepped back and studied Cris's petite features. He is blond, slender, and wears his hair long in a ponytail. His eyebrows are barely visible, his eyelashes are long and curved, very girlish.

"You know, you and I are about the same size, in fact, you may even be a bit smaller. That's handy. Shopping for you should be easy since I already know about what sizes you take. Call me when you're ready to go, room 202...and I suggest you read your rules and regulations to see what else you got yourself into," Terry said, departing with a laugh leaving Cris with mixed emotions. He was both embarrassed at his predicament yet determined not to let the school win by default. They had had now challenged Cris and he accepted it.

 

Cris met Terry at his car and they embarked on a shopping trip for some school clothes for Cris unlike any shopping he had ever done. At a large mall, they entered a department store where Terry led them to the lingerie section. To Cris, it looked like a sea of lace and femininity. Things he had usually walked past, but now had a vested interest in looking at. He was completely out of his element here. Alone, he would’ve felt extremely out of place, but with Terry’s guidance, he felt more comfortable, especially since there were few customers in the area.

"You need some white stockings for the uniform...I suggest these thigh-highs...unless you prefer pantyhose or garters."

"No thanks...these will do fine"

"You may have a problem with them staying up, but you can try them," Terry advised.

"The size is on the back of the package...see, your size is the same as mine."

Terry selected some different colored hose also. Cris wondered why, but decided not to ask.

"What about underpants? Do you wear those bulky jockey shorts?"

"Yes"

"They're going to show under your new clothes and look odd."

"So what do you suggest, boss?"

"I'd recommend cotton or nylon panties...they're thin so they wont show, and they're easy to launder. And I think you'll find them comfortable," she said, holding up some examples.

"OK, whatever you say"

Terry picked out 7 pairs of nylon panties of assorted colors and varying degrees of lace trim.

"One for everyday of the week," she pointed out with a wink..

"I don't suppose I could talk you into wearing a bra, could I? With a little padding, it would give you some shape." She was pushing.

"Don't get carried away, Terry...I don't need the shape," Terry replied, although the idea was becoming interesting. To be considered another time.

"OK, OK, thought I'd try....maybe later," she mumbled, "but I do think you really need some slips. That cotton uniform dress is going to be awfully scratchy against your skin."

"I'll take your word for that...go ahead with whatever you think."

"You're being so cooperative! I think you're enjoying this?"

He was enjoying this, but he replied, "I have to enjoy this, it's going to be my way of life for the next 2 years."

Terry selected 2 full slips, and 2 half slips, all in white nylon.

Cris began to be intrigued by the selection of the female undergarments for him. Caught up in this environment of lingerie with all the lace, garters, and feminine finery, and with the thought that he was committed to having to wear this stuff, he suddenly felt a certain excitement to try them on, something he'd never done before. What would it be like to dress as a girl, he wondered.

The purchases where paid for and they headed to the woman's dresses section.

"Why are we here, Terry?" Cris asked.

"You're going to need some things to wear out of class, you know, like at meal time. Remember the dress code?"

"Oh yes, skirts and dresses. But watch my budget please. This is coming out of my savings."

"We'll set you up with a minimum outfit for now...then wait for some sales. I know this gets pretty expensive. You can borrow clothes from me also if you need."

"Thank you dearie," Cris said mockingly. He was going to wear Terry's clothes? Yeah, right...but then, what a novel idea!

"We'll share our things, right?" he said.

"Why not, we're the same size. It's like an extended wardrobe. All the girls borrow from each other in a dormitory."

"Well, I've never lived in a girl's dorm before." Cris was starting to get aroused at the thought of being a part of this "woman's world."

"You'll get used to it," Terry said smiling. "You may even learn to like it."

Terry selected two skirts of different lengths and styles, two blouses, two cardigan sweaters to go with the skirts, and one loose fitting dress.

"Cant you pick things not so frilly and lacy?" Cris asked.

"Don't fight me, Cris. I know what I'm doing."

"You wont be able to try this stuff on here, but I'm sure they'll be OK. You'll find the skirts are more convenient to wear, but once in a while you need a dress. This style will be the most flattering for you...the frilly front conceals your flatness, since you wont wear a bra."

"Not that again."

"Thought I'd try...forget it."

These items were purchased and they moved on.

"What's next, boss?"

"I think you need some shoes. You cant wear white shoes all the time, and your boy's shoes will look dumb with a skirt."

In the shoe department, Cris tried some woman's shoes when no one was looking.

"I cant believe you also wear the same shoe size as I do," Terry exclaimed. "This makes it even easier. I'll model them and you tell me if you like them."

"What do I care...I trust your judgment. You select want I need."

"OK, I think this is the best compromise."

Terry chose a pair of black pumps with a 2" heel and a pair of flats. She modeled them for Cris and he agreed they looked nice.

"You wont have a problem walking in these, and they're not too dressy but still stylish."

"Are we done" Cris was getting anxious to leave the store. He had mixed emotions about the whole endeavor. Both excitement and apprehension.

"I think so. These are the basics. The rest you can borrow from me."

"The rest?"

"Accessories and stuff. You'll see, in time."

They stopped for a bite to eat at a food court and returned to the Walker School of Nursing.

Entering Cris's room, Terry said, "I think you should try on a uniform to see how it fits before classes begin so there are no problems."

"Sounds like a reasonable idea. Do I need all the proper under things too?" Cris was becoming eager to try his new purchases especially in the privacy of his room. If he was going to make a fool of himself, he wanted to be alone, or in this case, with a trusted friend.

"Of course. Might as well see if they fit also, and start to get used to them."

"OK, wait here. I'll be right back." Cris took the packages and went into the bathroom to change."

He began to unwrap each item and laid them out in preparation .

"This is just like unwrapping Christmas presents," he yelled out to Terry.

"Except, you paid for these," she replied.

Cris stripped naked and pulled on a pair of panties. They fit perfectly and felt comfortable while snugly caressing his genitals with the fine nylon material. Was it the thought of wearing girl’s panties that made them so comfy? Next, he placed a slip over his head and slid it down his body. It too felt strangely delightful, clinging to his svelte figure. And it looked very nice, admiring himself in the mirror on the inside of the door. ‘This is going to be okay,’ he thought. Sitting on the toilet, he carefully pulled on a pair of white stockings. They rolled up his naturally hairless legs easily. Luckily, Cris had very little body hair and being blond, what he had was fuzz.. ‘I could used to this,’ he felt. In fact, the thought of what he was doing combined with the tactile sensation of the delicate fabrics felt so arousing that he was getting an erection, which slightly showed under his form fitting slip. Then the moment of truth. He lifted the white cotton dress over his head, arms through the sleeves, and pulled it down over the slip, smoothing it out and awkwardly buttoned the "reversed buttons" of the front upper part. Except for the empty bodice, it fit perfectly, as had everything else. He continually admired himself in the mirror with each item. Finally, came the blue bib apron which went over the dress and tied in the back, and the white, flat heeled nurse's shoes. Luckily, the loose skirt and apron concealed his, by now, very ridged penis.

He removed the band from his ponytail and fluffed his hair to let it fall fully creating a feminine presentation.

"Here I come," Cris said as he stepped into the room where Terry was waiting. He was visibly nervous, never having done anything like this before and with a girl he had just met.

"Wow, Fantastic! Looks like a perfect fit. And you do make a very nice looking woman, Nurse Adams. Now, maybe a little makeup?"

"Hey, wait a minute!" he said, offering a feeble protest, but afraid to suggest it himself.

"OK, thought I'd try. How's the underwear? Fit OK?"

"Actually, they're great," Cris said enthusiastically. He slowly walked around the room to feel the dress brush against his hose clad legs. A new and unusual feeling but delightful.

"I believe you like these things," Terry observed. "Wait till you try on the other things, which, by the way, I think you should change into. We can eat in the dining room tonight. Remember the dress code. It's time you start."

"Will you pick out my outfit, then, please?"

Terry handed Cris a long skirt and a matching blouse with a frilly front. Cris, no longer shy, removed the apron and the white dress in front of Terry and put on the blouse and the skirt, again struggling with the buttons. He knew this would take some time to adjust to the reverse buttons of women’s garments. Again, he enjoyed the skirt; the freedom of movement, the way it brushed his legs. Terry handed him the black pumps which he placed on his feet.

"Great, but the white hose don't go with the outfit. Try the tan pair."

‘So this is why she got the different colored stockings,’ Cris thought. He not only had never worn women's clothes before, but now he was dressing in the presence of a pretty girl he was attracted to! He was not only strangely enjoying this, but he was again fully aroused. Luckily, the full skirt hid his erection, or so he thought.

"I can see you enjoy wearing these clothes," Terry said, noticing the bulge. "You'll get used to it."

Cris started to blush and Terry, noticing, stood up and gave him a big hug.

"You're wonderful, Terry…thanks for everything," Cris said softly to Terry and she kissed him gently on the lips. Cris returned her kiss as she pressed her body tightly against Cris's hard organ. She was getting aroused too, so she backed away.

Cris sat down on the bunk and changed his hose. Terry watched him roll the white pair down his legs, then bunch up the tan stockings and roll them up his hairless legs. Pulling the thigh-highs up to the top, he extended his legs, revealing their shapeliness. Cris was not very muscular and, in fact, was potentially very feminine in appearance.

"Much better," she said. "My goodness, you've got beautiful legs for a boy. And where did you learn to put on stockings like that? Have you ever worn hose before?"

"No, but I've seen my mother do it."

"Yeah, and I'll bet you always wanted to try. Now let me see you walk around in these shoes."

Cris put on the black 2" pumps and paraded around the room as directed. The skirt bounced around his nylon covered legs and the feeling was ecstatic. The shoes and stockings enhanced his legs and ankles even further. Even without makeup, he was passable as a girl.

"You are a quick study. You're having no problem walking in those heels. Wonder how you'll do in higher heels....and, you see, the ruffles on that blouse cover the fact that you are flat chested, if I may be so bold. Eventually you may want to give some thought to a little padding there."

"What, the bra, again."

"Just a suggestion. Finishes the look, you know. And speaking of looks, maybe we should do something with your hair."

"Wait a minute. Why must I look like a total woman? I'm a guy in a girl's school. It will soon be no secret. So why the disguise? I'm merely conforming to the dress code. Isn't that enough?"

"Sure, according to the dress code, you must wear woman's clothes. They made no exception for you, and you are conforming to the rules. But, do you just want to look like a "man in a dress?" That would be both funny and offensive to the rest of us girls. Don't you want to be accepted by your classmates as a guy in your position trying to fit in by reasonably trying to emulate a girl? You know, after all, this is a girl’s school, and you're going to be here a long time, so why not give in and try to pass as a girl. We wouldn't be so self conscious around you, and you might even learn to like it."

"I suppose you’re right, and I actually think I am already."

"I think you are too. But remember, to me you're still a male." Terry whispered in his ear and gave Cris a long hot kiss.

"OK, then, what about my hair?"

"I think I can make it up into a somewhat feminine style. You wear it long anyway. I'll give you something easy to maintain and yet able to be kept off your collar as rules dictate."

Terry divided Cris's hair, pulling some forward over his forehead and using a pair of scissors which she had in her makeup kit she had brought in anticipation, trimmed his hair giving him bangs. The remainder, she pulled back into a ponytail tied with a ribbon.

"Now, for some makeup," Terry persisted. "You do need some color."

"I'm afraid to say no to you." The moment he was waiting for but was afraid to ask.

Terry applied a light foundation to Cris's face.

"This is a base to cover any beard shadow, but you're blond hair color shows little," she explained as she worked. "You will be easy to do."

Next, a little eye shadow to his eye lids and some pencil to darken his eyebrows and contour them a little.

"Just to accent your eyes a little. We don't want to overdo it. This is not a formal event. You've got such long beautiful eye lashes," she noticed. "I’m jealous!"

She brushed on blush to the hollows of his cheeks, and dusted a little powder overall to soften the look..

"This gives you a softer and more feminine look, tho' you don't need much added to what you already have."

Last came the lipstick. She chose a medium pink lip gloss and carefully outlined his lips with a brush and then applied the pink shaft to fill his lips.

"Gently purse your lips, please."

He did as directed. She gently planted a kiss before smoothing the color evenly across his lips. He rubbed his lips together to even out the gloss. Terry was impressed again that he knew how to do that.

"Didn't want to waste a good pucker. The pink gloss gives your lips color and shine. There now, you look a thousand percent better and I think you'll be able to do it yourself from now on. I'll leave these cosmetics with you. By the way, don't be alarmed if the lipstick doesn't wash off. It's a new kiss proof kind that's fairly permanent."

Cris was watching his transformation in Terry's makeup mirror as she worked. He was glad he submitted to Terry's insistence to wear makeup. He thought to himself, since this is going to be a regular thing, he didn't care how permanent the makeup was. This school is going to teach him more than he had expected.

Cris stood up from the desk, stepped back and twirled around the room.

"My goodness! You do make a very pretty woman. You'll have no trouble passing now."

"What will the other girls think?" he asked. "It's not my intention to deceive anyone you know."

"I think they will respect you more because you've taken the trouble to fit in rather than mock them by appearing as a drag queen. You’ll see."

"Well, I've got a week to get adjusted to this before classes begin. Let's go eat and meet some of the other girls. Gee, I just met you today, and now we're like sisters. How can I ever thank you enough? I could never have gotten this far without your help."

"My pleasure," Terry said, taking Cris's hands. "I'm flattered you have the confidence to let me help you. We will be dorm sisters and more, I hope. I want to continue helping you with your ‘orientation’."

"I also hope we can be more than sisters, Terry. And yes, I'd like your help."

Cris kissed Terry warmly. She submitted and their tongues touched. Cris's erection returned and Terry, feeling it, pressed in tighter. She liked the feel but again thought better of it and pulled away.

"I feel like a lesbian," she whispered. "I've never kissed a girl before."

Their lipstick didn't smear.

 

The two young ladies proceeded to the dining hall . After having seen how well he looked in the mirror, Cris walked with confidence, very much aware of the unfamiliar feel of the feminine garments against his skin, a sensation he very much was enjoying. This isn't going to be so bad, he thought. I'm going to like this. He kept trying to convince himself.

Going through the food line, they selected their meals, and, despite Cris’ protest, joined some other girls at their table. Terry made the introductions and no mention was made of Cris's real gender. The other girls never guessed. After leaving the hall, Terry praised Cris on his behavior.

"See? They didn't notice anything different about you. You can pass as a girl."

"But I didn’t say anything. All I did was listen. You did all the talking. I still feel guilty about this."

"Don't, you cant go around bragging that you're not a girl. If it happens to come out, you don't have to deny it, but don't broadcast it either. When classes begin, we'll let our own classmates know. The word will spread soon enough. But give it enough time for you to prove yourself as a serious student and not some pervert trying to crash a girl's school."

"As usual, I guess you're right again. You are an amazing woman. But what about my voice?"

"Just speak softly, smile a lot, and be expressive with your eyes. No one will pay much attention to anything else, after all, they have to reason to suspect differently. Many women have low pitched or deep voices."

That put Cris more at ease.

They returned to Cris's room where Terry began to give him lessons on how a girl sits in a skirt, and other female mannerisms, including how a girl speaks and gestures. As before, Cris was a quick learner and a very willing student. Terry was impressed with their progress.

"You amaze me. You're really into this girl stuff. I think you must’ve secretly wanted to be a woman. Was your applying for this school really an accident?"

Cris immediately took the defensive position.

"Hell no! Honestly, I didn’t know about Walker not being co-ed. But for now…this…"

"I don't know. It's all so new to me, and I admit, I'm beginning to like it. After all, I am committed to this life style for the next two years and who knows after that. I'm planning on going for a four year degree."

For the next week, before classes began, Cris wore variations of his new wardrobe constantly to get accustomed to behaving as a girl. He had packed away all the male clothes. No need for them anymore. He would eventually discard them, he thought. He and Terry spent a great deal of time together getting acquainted and bonding both as girls and lovers. Terry did not forget that Cris was a boy. She liked him a lot. She wanted Cris but knew they had to practice safe sex and neither had protection. Cris was learning to be very submissive to Terry, and she preferred it that way. With so few students in the dorm, they had a lot of privacy together for some great love making.. Terry was afraid to let Cris penetrate her for fear of getting pregnant, but the oral sex was wonderful for both of them. She dominated Cris completely. He quickly became her sex slave.

As the days passed, they met their classmates as they arrived. Terry steered the conversation around to Cris and his circumstances to a few of the girls and the word spread. The girls thought it was great what Cris had done to the school authorities, standing his ground with them, and were impressed with his appearance as a girl. They all welcomed him as a sister and wanted to help him with his transformation. His fears were over.

 

Classes began, and all the freshman girls were in their new uniforms. The freshman class had 60 girls in their own dorm. After a day in that new outfit, Cris was glad Terry had advised him to wear a full slip. He could see how he would have been miserable without it. The nylon slip allowed the cotton fabric of the uniform to slide easily and not chafe his skin. She was right again. In time, he was beginning to notice that maybe he should use a little padding in the bust area. His classmates filled out their dresses so well, and he was feeling a little self-conscious being so flat chested. especially with the bodice of his slip hanging so empty. Besides, the idea of having breasts was beginning to intrigue him. Of course, none of the other girls made any comments about his flatness, and, in fact, were very warm and friendly. The instructors either didn't know or didn't care about Cris's real gender. Nothing was mentioned. After the second week, while Cris and Terry were studying together, Cris said,

"Terry, I was thinking, Maybe I should try a bra to add a little shape to my outfits."

"What a wonderful idea! Why didn't I think of that?" she said, laughing. "You can wear one of mine till we go shopping again."

Terry quickly went to her room before he changed his mind, and returned with a pink bra with lace trim and a little red bow in the center of the cups.

"I know this will fit you."

Cris took off the sweater he was wearing and put his arms thru the straps. Terry hooked the bra behind him. She then took some rolled up stockings and stuffed the cups. Cris put his sweater back on and admired his new figure.

"Much better. You are right again, as usual," he said, approvingly.

"You're learning. Keep this one till we get you some padded bras. It may feel strange now but you'll get used to it."

"I like it already."

The next day in class, Cris was pleased that he looked more like the rest of the girls. Some of them noticed, smiled and winked their approval. They liked Cris's progressive transformation, and Cris continued to like being transformed into a woman.

Cris endeared himself with his classmates by helping them with their homework. They had study sessions in his room or in the lounge. When they started to learn the metric system of measurement, Cris, having learned it in previous schooling, helped the other girls in dorm study groups. He also helped the girls with lab work, since he'd had science courses in junior college and was good with math. It helped form a bond with his dorm sisters and they were very appreciative. Nobody considered him anything but a girl. In return, they all coached him in the art of being a woman: etiquette, clothing styles and accessories, feminine gestures and expressions, posture, makeup tips, etc. More than he needed to know, he often thought, but being innately a good student, he wanted to learn everything. Being totally immersed in the company of women, the learning came easily. He was getting a double education...more than he expected.

 

When Thanksgiving arrived, the college held a formal dinner in the dining hall for the students and staff. Everyone had to dress appropriately in their best dresses. One of the girls loaned him a dress for the event. Several of the girls ganged up on him to do his hair and makeup. His transformation to making him beautiful seemed to become a class project. One girl with experience as a hair stylist, another as a makeup artist, etc. They all pitched in to work on him. His hair was now long enough to style. They cut and styled his hair into a very feminine hairdo. His eyebrows were plucked and shaped, and makeup applied like never before. He felt like Cinderella going to the ball. He was turned into a beautiful woman. And he was extremely pleased with the his new look, as any woman would be. He put on the borrowed party dress and a pair of matching shoes with 3" heels. By now, after several shopping trips, he had his own bras with foam pads in a B cup giving him the form he wanted. He had grown to feel perfectly natural in these clothes and the makeover gave him added confidence. He knew he looked hot this night.

With Terry as his date, or rather, he was Terry's date, the two girls walked to the dining hall.

"Cris, I think I'm jealous...you're prettier than I am. They did a wonderful job on you. I think you should leave your hair like that, it's very becoming."

"I might have to, hon. They cut and styled it. I may have little choice."

"How do the shoes feel? I see you're having no problem walking."

"Fine. I've been practicing a lot, you know. The girls have been grooming me a long time for this."

"See, and you were worried about being accepted. Well, tonight's the big night...you get to be seen by the whole college and staff. We'll see if anybody suspects."

"Terry, I'm a little nervous. Please don't leave me. I need your support."

"I wont Cris. But relax, remember, my love, your a lovely young lady now...nothing to worry about."

They entered the hall and mingled with the crowd.

 

As they stood looking around the room, Cris spotted Miss Whitley. He approached her and said, "hello Dean Whitley, do you know who I am?" Cris had his confidence now and decided to have some fun with his new identity.

"Why, no, I'm afraid I don't recognize you."

"I'm Cris Adams, remember? The male student."

"Oh my goodness, Cris. You certainly have changed! Of course I wouldn't recognize you. Well, I see you've adapted quite well, as I was sure you would. You make an attractive young lady."

"You expected me to look like this?" Cris asked, surprised.

"Yes I did, Cris. Being petite in stature, you wore your hair in a pony tail, being an academic type person rather than sports minded, and since you were applying to an all girls school, I felt you fit the stereotype of someone wanting to try a gender change, even though you said it was a mistake. I did not believe you didn't know this school was not co-ed. I think you wanted to go to a girl's school all along. So I convinced the Board to let you attend only if you wear women's clothes, something I felt you wanted to do, anyway. If you didn't, you were out, to which they agreed. And I was positive you would blend in well with the other girls. Was I very wrong?"

"Well, actually I guess not. I have never admitted it to anybody but I guess I always wanted to be a girl. I don't know whether to be angry or to thank you. You obviously had more insight about me than I knew about myself. I thought I'd try this for a while to see how I'd feel living as a woman. I've grown accustomed to living this way now and I like it very much, so I feel I must thank you. Time will tell how far I go with it," Cris said smiling. "I'm not only getting a paid education, but a new life style."

"Well dear, if you need any professional counseling, don't hesitate to take advantage of our Health Service. Maybe you will decide to make the change permanent. You do make a lovely woman, I'm happy to say. I'll help you any way I can. Good luck."

Cris thanked her and rejoined Terry and told her about the conversation.

"Somehow, she knew I wanted to be a girl from the start," Cris said.

"I think I did too, when I saw how excited you were about trying on your new underwear and dresses. You didn't offer any resistance as I would have expected a boy to do, and you didn't want to take them off. And you've adapted so well in such a short time."

"Gosh, was it so obvious? I'm embarrassed."

"Don't be, love...it's history now. And I love you the way you are. I think that's what attracted me to you."

They sat down to the Thanksgiving dinner, and enjoyed the evening with their friends. Cris and Terry spent the long weekend partying, shopping and watching TV. No homework.!

 

Time passed with classes, lab work, and homework until Christmas break. Cris's wardrobe increased with the change of seasons. Terry invited Cris to her home to spend the holiday with her family, and he accepted, completely comfortable with his new identity. The two young ladies arrived at Terry's home and were warmly received.

"So you are Terry's friend...we've heard so much about you Cris," Mrs. Neal said. "We're so happy you can spend the holiday with us. Terry, you girls will have to share your room, you're brother is coming home also, so his room will be occupied."

"OK, mom...we'll manage just fine, wont we Crissi?" Terry said winking at Cris. Cris thought, this is too good to be true. The girls went up to their room to freshen up. Terry pushed Cris down on her bed, jumped on top of him and planted a long deep kiss.

"Now I've got you where I want you, my slave," Terry said. Cris purred with submission.

They freshened up, repaired their makeup and returned downstairs.

That night, Terry and Cris went to bed together in Terry's bed. Cris was wearing a pink teddy with a bra and panties, in case someone accidentally came into the room. Terry was wearing a white teddy with nothing underneath. When the house was quiet, Terry rolled on top of Cris and kissed him and stroked him until his penis grew hard. She extracted it from it's nylon enclosure, then positioned her body so that his hot, hard shaft entered her wet vagina. Cris responded immediately. He thought he had died and gone to heaven. Terry was his first vaginal sex partner. He was a virgin no longer. Their two bodies undulated slowly, her hips rising to meet his thrust, quietly, so as not to wake up the household. Cris climaxed first and Terry came shortly after. They remained fixed in position for a while to savor the moment.

"I thought you were worried about getting pregnant," he whispered.

"I was, my love, but I planned for this and started on the pill a while back. Merry Christmas. Did you like your gift?"

"Is the snow cold?" Cris responded, chuckling. "Oh Terry, I love you so much," he gushed.

"I love you too, Cris. I want you always. You're not thinking of a total sex change are you? I like you as a woman, but not a total woman."

"No, my love, but maybe some minor changes."

"What do you mean?" she asked as they lay in each other's arms.

"I was thinking of maybe taking some hormones to grow breasts. I've been researching the subject."

"Will it affect your sex drive?"

"I don't think so...I'll have to find out for sure. I've read it takes longer for orgasm."

"Ooooh, delightful," she purred.

"So, if you do grow breasts, do you plan on living as a woman permanently, then?"

"Right now, I think so. I'm very happy. Do you object?"

"No, I want you to be happy, that's why I’ve been there to help you get this far, but I don't want to lose you to a scalpel. I don't mind living with you as a woman if you've got the right equipment. It's been great, so far."

"You're a rare find," he said.

They kissed, rolled over and went to sleep.

Cris got along with Terry's family very well...no one suspected a thing. She was welcome to come back.

 

Returning to the academy after the holidays, Cris talked to a counselor at the health service about his desire for a gender change. His goal was to be a pre-op transsexual. The counselor could see how well Cris had adjusted to living as a woman and, with a little persuasion from Miss Whitley, agreed to help him. Cris was given a complete physical to establish a baseline medical database. He then was given a regimen of hormones to take on a regular basis. It was explained that he would notice some changes in his body, both physical and emotional over a period of time as a result of the medication. His breasts would develop, his hips would enlarge, skin tone would soften, etc. His sex drive and performance would only change slightly. This all confirmed what he had learned from his research on the subject of sex changes. He was eager to start and took his first dose immediately.

 

During the semester from January to June, Cris began to experience many physical and emotional changes. His hip measurements gained 4 inches, while his waist lost 2 inches. His breasts began to show development and required only a little padding to fill the B cups of his bra. His hair grew faster and thicker yet his facial hair growth seemed to reduce. To Terry's delight, his penis size only reduced a little, but was just as useful, and it was taking him longer to climax, although his sex drive was slightly diminished. Cris was extremely happy with his change. With his new curves, he could now wear a two piece bathing suit and draw whistles at the beach. He now found himself more openly effeminate and emotional over the slightest things, His attitude about his new femininity helped, and Terry loved that. She drew even closer to Cris. Their sex life was intense; as two woman making love, strictly orally, a real turn-on for Terry. She had worried for nothing, especially since she was the dominant one in the relationship; her preference, as always. Cris was completely submissive to her; his preference.

 

In June, the school year closed. Next Fall, they would start spending some time with on-the-job nurse's training at a hospital. Miss Cris was ready.

 

During the summer vacation, Cris and Terry stayed with Terry's parents, sharing her room. Her parents still not suspecting that Cris was a male. They both got summer jobs as nurses' aids at a local hospital to earn money and keep their skills current. The girls occasionally went out on double dates with boys just for appearance. Mostly their social life involved group activities with friends. Cris was a hit with Terry's girlfriends and her old boyfriends, much to Terry's amusement. Cris would give the boys a casual kiss, but no more. Terry would do likewise. Cris and Terry were very close, always touching or holding hands. Terry's mother noticed and was a little concerned but said nothing.

 

The summer passed and vacation ended.....Back to school.

 

The now second year students received their new uniforms...all white nylon dresses with blue caps. No complaints from Cris this time about having to wear a dress. He would have complained otherwise. They would attend classes half days and work in a hospital the other half, assisting the RN's. Cris was identified as a female student nurse by the staff and he didn't claim to be otherwise. Miss Whitley arranged that. In fact, he considered himself to be a woman and acted accordingly. Nor did any of his classmates reveal his true identity. They, long ago, had accepted him as a woman. And Cris's feminine features were continuing to develop as a result of the hormones. Cris was a very attractive young lady. So much so that some of the young interns would occasionally hit on her. One young man was so persistent that Cris finally gave in and, with Terry's consent, went on a date with him. Fred, the intern, was very nice, and very handsome. Cris could have fallen for Fred if she didn't love Terry so much. To be polite, Cris kissed Fred at the conclusion of their date, which turned into a passionate and delightful kiss. Fred got all turned on by it, and Cris, having never kissed a boy before, also got excited and caught up in the moment. The kiss led to petting. Fred fondled Cris's developing breasts which she enjoyed and Cris fondled Fred's hard penis to the point of climax, which they both enjoyed. She had never felt that way before, touching another male, enjoying it...thinking maybe it was because of the hormones. Fred made Cris feel like a woman in a different way than Terry does, and she liked that. When Cris related to Terry what had happened and how Fred had made her feel, Terry understood and said Cris would have to choose which way to go, i.e. making love with a man or a woman. Terry didn't want to compete with a man. Cris decided to stay with Terry but she (Cris) never stopped thinking about that night with Fred..

Cris didn't date any more men during the second school year. She concentrated on her work and studies and graduated with honors. At the graduation ceremony, all the girls received their RN certificate and their white caps. Cris and Terry were now registered nurses.

 

They took a short vacation trip back to Terry's home where Terry told her parents about Cris's real identity and that they planned to marry. Mr. Neal was speechless at first, but since he liked Cris, he accepted him/her into the family. Mrs. Neal claimed she knew it all the time, but wasn't really sure, and likewise welcomed Cris as a new son/daughter-in-law.

They were married at the Neal's home, Cris in a white, feminine gown and shoulder length hair under her veil, and Terry in a black, tuxedo looking dress with a short boyish hairdo. As usual, Terry chose to be the groom, but she wore a dress to accommodate her parents. Miss Whitley was Cris's maid of honor. She had been watching Cris's academic progress and transformation from a shy young man to a confident, attractive young lady, and was very pleased and not surprised with both.

 

Terry got a job at a hospital near the school while Cris went on towards his degree in Nursing Administration.

As promised to Terry, Cris never had SRS, but continued his career living as a woman, and being a wife to Terry.

 

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