Adrian's New Uniform

by Josie Brian

 

"Cath, my Dad's gone, he's not on the settee. Looks like I'm stuck here again", I had hoped to convince Dad to take us home.

"Is that so bad Ade? Don't you like sleeping with me?"

"I love sleeping with you Cath, you know that's not what I meant. I'm worried about the morning; your Mum will expect me to borrow one of your skirts again"

"You've managed ok for the last 4 days, one more won't matter. Now give me a nice hug and kiss and let's get some sleep"

Dad was lying on the settee when we got up for breakfast. Mrs Davies saw us both and hurried us into the kitchen. "Now, you didn't leave any school clothes here last time did you Adrienne?" Mrs Davies asked.

"No, sorry I borrowed some from Cathy but I haven't brought them back yet"

"Not to worry" she said, "Catherine will find you another set for today, won't you darling?"

After breakfast, Cathy found me a clean skirt, blouse and tights for school. "Mum says she doesn't have any more black shoes, you'll have to manage with a pair of mine". I changed out of my nightdress into the uniform, the skirt was a lot tighter than the last one I had borrowed and the shoes hurt my feet but should be ok.

"Oh no" said Cathy, "you can't let Mum see you in that skirt, look at the bulge in the front. Wait here in our room, I'll be right back". Cathy went quietly into her mothers room then came back carrying something white. "This is a panty girdle" she whispered "I just borrowed it from Mum. Put it on under your tights, it should flatten that bump", pointing at my groin.

I did as I was told but had to wonder, why are girls clothes so uncomfortable? I've been wearing a bra for four whole days but it still hurts, the skirt hardly lets me move and now this girdle that is crushing my nuts. Soon Cathy and I are walking to catch the school bus, between the tight skirt and the platform shoes I can only take small steps. I have to jump to get on the bus as the step is too high for my skirt.

Lessons go better than yesterday; the teachers don't bother to ask me to explain my uniform this time. My only worry is PE, today it's a swimming lesson and of course Mrs Davies has packed me a girl's costume. Tom, my closest friend comes to see me at first break. "Why are you dressed like a girl again Ade?" he asks me.

"I'm still pretending to be a girl around my friends' mother" I tell him "she would go nuts if she found out the girl sharing her daughters bed was really a boy"

"You're sleeping with a girl? Who is she, do I know her?"

"I'm not saying Tom, that's a secret. But she's 14 years old and very nice"

"Wow, I think I would pretend to be a girl if I could do that, you're not the fairy everyone thinks you are"

"I'll just be glad when today is over so I can get out of these clothes and back to being myself"

After three hours wearing those shoes and the underwear, I was glad to strip off for the swimming lesson. The criss-cross straps of the swimming costume do not match the suntan bra line on my back; the overall effect must have made me look like a very girly sissy. Wearing a one-piece swimming costume was a strange feeling, I had not guessed what it would be like to have wet, clingy material on the top half of my body; Not unpleasant, just different. After swimming I did not put the bra or girdle back on, there was no need. Everyone here knows I'm a boy; I don't need to hide bulges in the front of my skirt or add bulges to my chest. Just a few more hours, then I can go home and get some normal clothes on.

"Now class, pay attention" called Miss Williams, "as you all know today we are having the class photograph taken and you will all have individual photos as well". Oh no I'd completely forgotten about the class photos. "So in the next break, please make yourselves presentable and go to the main assembly hall by 2pm"

I found Cathy outside the assembly hall; she was going to have a photo taken as well. "You look a mess" she said "come with me". We went to an empty classroom to tidy ourselves up. Cathy insisted I wear the girdle and bra again, "Trust me, you'll look less ridiculous if you wear them" she said. "Do you still have your lippy in your bag?" she asked. Seeing my blank expression she explained "lipstick, the one that puffs your lips up that you wore last night". I let Cathy use some, wow she looks sexy, and then she put some on my mouth. My lips tingle for a few seconds as the lipstick does its magic making my thin lips into a girly pout. "We can use a little mascara" says Cathy, "but the school will not allow eye shadow". We both use the mascara and brush our hair – I feel like such a girl!

The pictures take most of what is left of the afternoon. I am the only person in my class wearing a skirt and the photographer makes me sit in the front row. Soon every member of my class will have a copy of the class photo and a picture of me wearing a skirt.

The bus ride and walk home seemed to take forever, I tried to run some of the way but my skirt was just too restrictive. As soon as I get through the front door I turn towards my room.

Dad calls out, "Ade, we need to talk". The de-skirting will have to wait but these shoes come off now. "OK Dad, I'll be right there"

"I'm sorry about last night, I can't imagine what you've been through today" Dad says.

"Today wasn't as bad as yesterday" I tell him, "I think people are getting used to seeing me like this already"

"Good, I'm glad it's getting easier for you. I need to ask you to do it again"

"Do what again Dad? Not wear a skirt again?"

"I kind of promised Helen that I would look at her car tomorrow afternoon, I need you to catch the bus with Cathy and meet me at her house after school"

"Aw Dad, that's not fair. Why?"

"This will be hard for you son, but I think Helen is a very special person she could be the most exciting woman I've met since your mother left us. I need to see her again Ade, I need to know if she's the one for me. So please, come home with Cathy tomorrow, that way I can have a bit more time with Helen"

"Cath's going to hate me for this, and I don't want to lose her either"

"You like sleeping with Cathy don't you? You know that Helen would never allow it if she knew. Do this for me and I'll get you anything you want, a computer, bike, whatever you want, and you get to stay with Cathy – what do you say?"

Looking down at the skirt around my legs, it seems to be even tighter, binding me and trapping me. "Don't you realise how much this hurts Dad? Especially this bra it feels like my back is burning"

"I remember you telling me before, that's why I bought you some new stuff today. There are new panties and bras in your room; they should fit better than the ones you borrowed from Cathy".

Finally I agreed to help Dad by dressing as a girl again in the morning. At least I can get out of these clothes for tonight. In my room, I find several carrier bags from various clothes shops. One bag contains the panties and tights, some black for school, others flesh coloured, another bag has the bras, and they are heavy with a liquid filling in the cups. In the other bags I find some skirts and girly t-shirts and some girls sports kit, a leotard, blue netball skirt, swimming costume and a tennis dress. There are also girls' pyjamas on the bed and a nightdress hanging in my wardrobe. How long does Dad expect me to keep this up? I change into my trousers for the first time in five days and wonder if I'll ever be able to wear them again.

The next morning I have my shower then get dressed for school. I start with a new pair of girls' panties, a blue satin pair that barely cover my bits. Then a pair of black tights, I'll need to shave my legs again soon I can feel the hairs being lifted by the tights. The new bra Dad bought is not as tight as Cathy's but it is heavier and has more padding. My chest is bigger than it has ever been before and it bounces when I move, hopefully that will not draw too much notice in school. Of course my own skirt and shoes are a good fit. I pack my PE kit for the day, my shorts and football shirt, but also pack the leotard and skirt in case Mrs Davies looks in my bag.

Tom is a little surprised when he sees me but keeps quiet until we leave the house. After the pain of Cathy's shoes and underwear, today's' uniform feels much more natural and comfortable. Ignoring the familiar calls of 'skirt-boy' and 'sissy', Tom and I go to school. Again, most people seem to ignore me, I try to find Tom at break but end up talking to Cathy.

"Has your mother said anything to you about my Dad?" I asked her.

"She keeps asking me if I like your father and do I think he's nice"

"My Dad likes your Mum; I know that much and he's going to see her again this afternoon. I have to go on the bus with you and meet him at your house"

"That explains the skirt then. Do you think they're in love?"

"I don't know about them but I think I'm in love Cathy, I think I love you. I'm only doing this because it let's me see you"

"You're growing on me Adrian, you're not the boy I thought I would end up with but I do like you. Let's just see how things develop between us, ok?"

Still no sign of Tom, better return to class. Amazingly, the next class is a biology lesson and the subject is the difference between males and females. The whole class think it's a great joke to say I can't tell the difference.

At lunchtime I find Tom, he's been hurt with a huge bruise on his left eye and a cut on his knee where his trousers have ripped. "They said I am a poof who liked kissing boys in skirts" he said. I have never felt so angry and sorry at the same time before. Just because Tom had stayed a good friend to me he had been beaten up by school bullies and there was nothing I could do to help. "Just keep doing what you have to do Adrian; I'll always stick by you. Otherwise those assholes win."

After school, I caught the bus to Cathy's house to meet Dad. I wanted to tell him the trouble he had caused for my best friend, but that would have to wait until we were alone.

Dad had his head under the bonnet of Mrs Davies car, Cathy and I went indoors. We found Dad had brought back all Cathy's uniform that I had borrowed and her mothers' shoes. He also remembered to bring a change of clothes for me so I could get out of my uniform. Cathy and I got changed in her room; Dad had brought me a white t-shirt and a white mini-skirt. "Your Dad's not much of a fashion guru Ade" laughed Cathy. I almost felt myself get annoyed that Dad had not brought me a prettier outfit – I'm getting far too girly.

"Catherine darling, your Aunt Elisabeth is here" called Mrs Davies

Aunt Elisabeth was chatting to Mrs Davies in the lounge. I was introduced to Elisabeth as 'Adrienne, the daughter of the dear friend' who is fixing the car. When Dad came in and announced the car was repaired he joined us in the lounge, sitting next to Mrs Davies.

"Hope you don't mind if we girls talk about weddings?" asked Elisabeth to Dad

"Not at all, who's getting married?" he answered

Elisabeth smiled, "well me of course, doesn't my sister tell you anything. Do you want to see my dress girls?"

Well it was only a picture of the dress but Cathy gasped "It's gorgeous" and remembering to follow her example on all things girly, I echoed "beautiful".

"Let me show you the bridesmaid dress" said Elisabeth enthusiastically. Cathy got all excited and said "they are so pretty, don't they look fabulous Ade?" Trying to act properly I answered, "lovely, wouldn't it be lovely to wear that?"

Elisabeth smiled, basking in the praise of her choices. "It's a shame your mother is not as keen as you two girls. I had hoped my only sister would be my bridesmaid but she says she's too old for that kind of thing"

"And so I am, Liz but your niece is just the right age for it. Come on, what teenage girl doesn't want to be a bridesmaid?"

"Oh would you Catherine, would you be my bridesmaid?"

"Wow, thanks Aunty Elisabeth. Who else is doing it?"

"I only have one sister and she only has one daughter, you'll be on your own. I would have preferred two though, are you sure I can't persuade you to change your mind Helen?"

"Not a chance little Sister, how about young Adrienne here? She is my boyfriends' daughter, that's almost family"

"They do look good together, will you do it girls?"

Crap, how am I going to get out of this? I just said I wished I was her bridesmaid, how can I say no now? All I can do is smile and say "I'll be delighted and honoured – thank you so much". The wedding is not happening for another four months, I'll think of something by them.

Dad makes another excuse to make us stay the night knowing that I'll be happy to share the bed with Cathy again, even though it will mean another day at school wearing a skirt. Mrs Davies fussed with my hair again, adding some beads and some more pink dye, because 'it works so well with your blonde hair'.

Once again I walked to the school bus with Cathy, the two of us being the only pupils at school wearing skirts. I'm getting used to the bouncing of my water bra and the skirt just feels normal now that I've been wearing a skirt for 6 days. We meet up with Tom at assembly, he has a slight limp and a very bruised eye but smiles and says hello.

During my first lesson, the Headmaster enters the classroom and speaks to my teacher. Then he calls to me "Adrian, please come with me". I follow the Head to his office where my Dad and a lady are waiting.

"Mr Smith" he says to my father, "this is Alice Summer or Social Services, the child protection section"

"Hello Mr Smith, hello Adrian, please do not be alarmed we are all only concerned in your best interests" said the lady.

The Headmaster was next to speak, "Now young Adrian, on Monday, you came to school wearing a girls' uniform and you assured me that you had done so because you had borrowed the uniform from a girl who had nothing else to lend you, is that right?"

"Yes Sir, as I explained, I had been unable to get home and my friend was able to let me borrow her school skirt so that I could come to school"

"Yet, it is now Wednesday and both yesterday and today you have come to school dressed in a skirt and I can't help but notice you have had your hair styled in a feminine manner" said the social worker

"Um, yes Miss, after Monday I told my father I liked dressing like this and asked if I could continue"

"Why did you agree to that Mr Smith, do you think it is a good idea to let your son dress like a girl?"

"May I call you Alice? I feel my son needs to explore his feelings, I don't want to repress him by forcing him to conform to the norm; am I wrong?"

The meeting went on for a long while; eventually the social worker was convinced that Dad was not abusing me and that it was my idea to dress like this. The Headmaster confirmed the school policy did allow boys or girls to dress in either trousers or skirts. He also agreed that my hair, although not normal for a boy did not breach any school rules. "I suppose we will just have to get used to your choice of uniform since it seems that is what you wish to wear and there are no rules against it. In fact, Miss Summers would you recommend we allow Adrian to join the girls for cookery, needlework and games lessons?"

The social worker was keen on this idea, 'it may help Adrian decide if he has chosen the right path' she said. Oh no, now the school expects me to dress like a girl, I'll even have to do cookery and needlework.

Before completing the meeting, Miss Summer made a statement to my father. "I came here fearing that I would have to remove Adrian from your care, I'm very pleased to say that will not be necessary at this time. However, I must insist that your son attends an appointment with this doctor, he's a psychiatrist specialising in trans-gender issues", she handed Dad a business card.

Outside the office, I had a chance to speak to Dad before returning to class. "That was very close" he says, "You could have been living with foster parents tonight". That was true, but now I have to pretend I like dressing like this and go to see a shrink!

When the PE lesson started, the period before lunch, Miss Jenkins the girls' teacher came to see me. "Hi Adrian, did you bring your leotard today or would you like to borrow one? Join us in the Gym once you've changed". The girls had a ballet lesson, I was surprised to see another boy in the class but he was dressed in shorts and was learning different moves to the girls. I was given some ballet shoes and a tutu to wear and started practicing with the girls.

At lunch I saw Tom; he had been fighting again and had another cut on his face. The same bully, a boy named Peter James, had led a gang into beating my friend up, just because he wouldn't call me a sissy. Soon, no doubt, Peter would turn his attention on me.

Instead of going to my woodwork lesson, I had to do a needlework class. The girls thought I was stupid because I had no idea how to sew, but they helped to teach me the basics. Their project for the year is to make a new school skirt for themselves; I have to try to catch up with them by the end of the term.

Cathy meets me near the bus stop after school, "It's my turn to stop at your place tonight, my Mum is going out with my Aunt; something to do with the wedding" she tells me and travels home with me and Tom.

"You're in deep shit Ade" says Tom, "you have to pretend that you want to be a girl, convince a psychiatrist that your not lying and your going to be a bridesmaid – now that will be funny"

"Don't forget you also promised to join my mother and me on a two week holiday, and she still thinks you're a girl"

"Thanks you two – I really needed reminding of all that"

Dad is at home waiting for us, he's just glad we're still together as a family. "The appointment with the head shrink is on Monday, until then we should be safe"

Cathy and I spend a couple of hours browsing the Internet. "That's the kind of thing I was thinking of" she says, showing me a file from a story site.

"Print that out, let's see if I can talk my Dad into helping us" I tell her

Armed with the printed story, I approach my father. "Dad, you told me I could ask for anything and you would help?"

"Anything for you, I owe you so much already. What can I do for you son?"

I told Dad about the beating Tom had received today and yesterday and it was all my fault. "We know who the bully is Dad and this is how we want to get revenge", and I passed him the print out.

Dad patiently read the story and laughed, "You're not really serious are you? We would be arrested for assault if we did this. Assault on a 13 year old at that. We're talking prison time here!"

"Only if he finds out who did it Dad. Cathy and I can blindfold him and with your help we can teach him a lesson for being such a bully"

It took several hours of debate and argument and eventually threats to come clean with Mrs Davies before he agreed. We would be catching Peter James on the way to school in the Friday morning and he would be punished. Dad had all day tomorrow to collect the things we needed.

Thursday came and went without much event. I had my first game of hockey and learnt how to prepare an apple pie. Cathy arranged to stop over at my house again, telling her mother that we had homework to do together. Which was partly true, we had to plan our attack on Peter James in the morning. Dad showed me the hood blindfold he had bought and a device to keep Peter quiet.

"This will be the best way to keep him quiet, see the penis shaped piece? That goes in the mouth and these buckles stop him pushing it out". Cathy practices by slipping the gag on me; it's the most uncomfortable experience I've ever known. Within seconds my jaw starts to ache, but I can't push the gag out and any sound is much muted.

In turn, I practice with the hood we are going to use to blindfold Peter and the plastic cable ties we are going to use to bind his wrists. Cathy says they hurt and her wrists are marked, I apologise and kiss them better.

Friday morning, Cathy and I are dressed for school, both in our regulation skirts and blouses but in our bags are the cable ties, hood and gag. We are waiting in a quiet area of the park where we know Peter will walk on his way to the bus stop. As he strolls passed, we both jump out from the trees where we had been hiding, I put the hood over his head while Dad grabs him, putting a hand over his mouth and carrying him into the bushes. Peter hardly has time to draw a breath before Cathy forces the penis gag into his mouth, pushing the material of the hood into his mouth as well. Dad holds Peters' arms while I bind his wrists with a cable tie.

We carry Peter into the girls' toilets in the park, where the rest of our stuff is stored, nobody has seen us. Held tightly by Dad and with his arms locked behind his back, Peter cannot prevent me from unfastening his shirt and pulling it down to his wrists. Meanwhile Cathy opens his belt and pulls his trousers and underpants down to his ankles, effectively tying his feet together.

What hairy legs, I wish we had time to wax them but this is a public place and we have to be quick. Cathy soaks the first breast form in superglue and pushes it into position on Peter's chest. It bonds in seconds and is soon followed by he second breast. To hold the breasts in place while the glue fully sets, I fasten a lacy bra around his chest then pass the straps under his arms and over his shoulders and reconnect them to the bra cups. Remembering the instructions in the story, I applied superglue to the band and straps of the bra – Peter will not be able to take this off for weeks.

We pull his shirt back on and re-button it, leaving the top buttons open to show his new cleavage. Then I wrap a skimpy netball skirt around his waist that barely covers his naked groin. Cathy pulls off his shoes and socks, replacing them with a pair of very high heeled shoes having first poured yet more glue into the shoes. With a nod from Dad, we had agreed not to speak near Peter, Cathy and I left to catch the school bus.

Our bus reaches the school gates at the same time as two others. Before we all enter the school a soft, sobbing cry is heard "Help, please help". All the pupils turn to the alleyway by the gates, slowly moving towards us is someone with a bag over their head and hands tied behind their back. Dad has told us what to do, I rush over to the bound person, making sure everyone sees my put my fingerprints on him. I pull off the hood from his head to let everyone see who it is.

Peter can't keep his eyes open; he has been in the dark too long. Several pupils recognise him, "It's Peter James, look at his tits". Peter looked too; this was the first chance he had been given to see what had happened to him. I pretended to try untying his hands but failed, "We need to cut this, let's go to the metalwork classroom. Cathy, go find a teacher and meet us there" I said. With about 20 others still following, I led Peter into the school buildings to the metalwork room. He struggled to walk in his high heels which did not surprise me as they were much higher than any I had tried.

I cut the cable tie with some wire cutters, Peter cried in pain as the plastic band released his wrists. With so many girls watching him, Peter did not remove his skirt; instead he opened his shirt and struggled in vain to remove the bra. Crying pitifully, he tried to run and hide from the laughing crowd, his rapid click-click steps echoing on the wooden floor. Finally a teacher arrived and told everyone else to go away. "I know exactly how you feel" I whispered in his ear before leaving.

We didn't see Peter again until first break, when he was led out to an ambulance, still tottering on his heels. I wonder how long he will have to wear them. I find Tom and ask what he thought of had happened. "Nobody deserves it more" he says, "now Peter can feel what it's like to be laughed at".

The rest of Friday went well, I was looking forward to the weekend when I could stop all this pretending and be myself again. Of course, when I get home I find that's not to going to happen. Dad has a message for me, "Helen and Elisabeth are asking you to join them on Saturday, and they want you to have your first fitting for your bridesmaids dress".

"But the wedding is not for months" I protested, but it seems it takes that long and many more dress fittings. Damn, that will be 8 days in a row I have had to dress like a girl, when will this end? At least I can get comfortable for tonight.

Mrs Davies and Cathy collected me from home on Saturday morning and we went into the city. The wedding dress shop must be the most girlish shop in the world. The dresses Elisabeth had chosen were lemon yellow with three quarter length net skirts and a corset style bodice. The sales assistant approached Cathy and I and carefully measured our bust, waist and height. She selected the nearest sizes available and said we should try them on.

This dress has no sleeves or shoulder straps, so I have to remove my bra. Worried that my lack of breasts will give the game away, I pull the dress into position but can not fasten the laces at the back. The assistant pulls the corset laces tight and inspects the fit. "We have strapless bras that you can wear with this dress" she says, noticing my lack of shape, "we were all young once" she tries to assure me. Then she goes behind the counter and returns with a strapless, half cup bra. With the bra in place and the corset tightened, I actually have a little cleavage. Mrs Davies is delighted with the both of us, I certainly agree that Cathy looks fantastic and I am glad the net skirt hides my otherwise obvious pleasure. With more measurements completed and the dresses returned for adjustments, Mrs Davies decides to treat us to a hair salon. Later, we both have our ears pierced and pretty gold studs fitted.

On Sunday, Dad takes me away to a far away park where I can play football and wear shorts. So I have curly hair with pink highlights and gold studded earrings, but I'm a boy again and it feels great.

With no school on Monday because of my doctor's appointment, I still have to keep up the pretence for the doctor. I wear my red dress with the pleated skirt and use a little perfume for added effect. The doctor asks so many questions and we complete lots of forms. Overall he seems to believe my story that I need to experiment with my girly side.

"Mr Smith, I congratulate you on raising a fine son and for recognising when she needs your help. Adrian has shown without doubt that she is a girl trapped inside the body of a young boy and your understanding is all that has kept her from becoming chronically depressed."

"Thank you doctor, but isn't it a bit soon to start saying 'her' and 'she'?"

"Not at all, Adrian has demonstrated a complete willingness to accept he is a girl and so should you. I am going to recommend that she remains in your care and I am going to prescribe something to prevent any anxiety attacks. The school nurse will administer an injection 3 times per week until further notice."

"What are you giving my son doctor?"

"The injection contains a small dose of oestrogen; it will help calm Adrian when she feels threatened. This treatment is compulsory and is a condition of my allowing Adrian to remain in your care Mr Smith, so please ensure she does not miss any injections."

With the doctors' help, Dad was able to get me a passport showing my name as Adrienne and my sex as female. With the passport I was able to join the Davies family on their holiday to France.

The wedding was a success; Cathy and I were both complimented on our beauty and elegance. No one else had any idea that I was a boy, not least because the oestrogen I was taking had started to feminise my appearance even more.

Cathy and I had spent time in bed together as boy – girl and girl – girl; it turns out she likes girls so we love each other more and more.

Dad and Helen are still dating, I think they will marry. Cathy and I are looking forward to being bridesmaids again. Helen still doesn't know I am a boy and I always wear a skirt whenever she is around. Actually, I wear skirts all the time now.

As for Peter James, the hospital tried for hours to get the bra and shoes off but had to give up to stop hurting him more. He had to wear the 4 inch heels all weekend before they could finally be soaked off. The bra and fake breasts took a little longer; the glue had fused with his skin too securely. He was seen with bouncing breasts on a few occasions during the next two weeks.

The End

  

  

  

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