Formatting note: This story, as received, had an end-of-paragraph character at the end of every line, meaning that the author tapped the 'Enter' key at the end of each line instead of letting his word processor wrap the text. I used software to correct as much as it could, but in places things still appear disjointed.

 

Framed

by Josie Brian

 

I did not expect to find anyone in the computer lab this late. All lessons have finished

and everyone else should have gone home. Yet, sitting in the corner and looking very

miserable was Caroline. Not having the nerve to talk to her, I just powered up a PC to

get on with my work. Before going home tonight, I need to prepare the school newsletter for printing tomorrow.Other pupils got the glory jobs, like photographers and journalists, our Editor chose the stories and pictures to use, and I get to lay them out on the page for printing. I don't even get a mention in the credits, plenty of 'photographs by..' and 'reported by..' but nothing about who puts the whole document together, who corrects all the silly spelling and grammar mistakes or who touches up the pictures. Still, it was fun to do and quite satisfying to see the end results printed.

This week's top story is the Mayor presenting our school soccer team with the regional champions' trophy. Concentrating on removing the red-eye from the Mayor, I didn't notice Caroline watching over my shoulder.

"No way can that asshole be on the front page, you got to rub him out" Caroline looked very angry, of course I had forgotten the captain of the soccer team, receiving the trophy, was Kevin her long time boyfriend.

"Why are you so pissed at Kevin?" I asked, "He's no friend of mine, but I thought you two were really close". "Not any more" she said, "not after what he called me, not after he told the whole school I'm a slut, not since he started screwing that slag Josie. Don't you know anything?" "I'm sorry Caroline; I don't get to hear much gossip. I don't really talk to that many people. But I still can't delete the picture, only the Editor is allowed to change the content of the newsletter".

"You could do it for me, couldn't you?" Caroline smiled at me and touched my face, making my heart race. She is one of the prettiest and coolest girls in school. Her skirt, always shorter than the rules allow, touched my hand as she got closer. I could feel myself getting more flustered and starting to sweat. She owned me, and she knew it. "It wouldn't help if I did delete the picture, all that would happen is I would get kicked off the newsletter team and the picture put back by someone else". I tried to sound logical, but really I was desperately trying to stay out of trouble. Caroline's eyes suddenly lit up, "let me edit the story, let me tell the whole school what an utter swine their soccer captain is".

"It would never get past the editor's check in the morning Caroline. I can correct spelling mistakes but that's about all".

"But I saw you changing that picture; can't you do something for me?"

I promised to think about it but there really isn't much I can do that would get past the pre-printing checks. Caroline went to stare out of the window while I continued setting out the pictures and text. If only I could do something to make her happy, she's such a beautiful girl I would so love to have her like me. Her back is turned as she stares out the window and an idea comes to me. Using the digital camera on my mobile, I take a picture of Caroline and load it into the PC. "Caroline, come look at this" I called. On my screen was a picture of her looking out the window.

"What are you doing? I never said you could take my picture!"

Before answering I circled a few points on the picture. "Look at this" I said, "what can you see here?"

"Are you a child? Don't you know what a bra is? All the girls wear them you know, you should get out more if you don't know what a bra is" "OK, slow down, of course I know what a bra is and more importantly that only a girl should wear one", seeing the blank look of disbelief on her face I continued, "imagine what might it look like if I blended the shape of your bra onto Kevin's back?" "You can do that? You can make Kevin wear a bra?" Caroline looked almost shocked but also really excited."I can - and I can make it almost unnoticeable so the picture will still be printed, yet clear enough that someone will spot it. But I will need your help, I'll need you to put on Kevin's soccer shirt so I can match the colours exactly or it will look false. If you're willing, I'll go fetch the shirt from the changing rooms?" Now Caroline was really excited and planted a kiss on my lips. I was stunned and must have looked especially dopey staring at her with my eyes glazed over and mouth open. "Let's do it" she said, "please, pretty please, pretty please with lots of kisses?" It didn't take me long to run to the boys changing rooms and find the laundry bin with Kevin's shirt. After locking the computer lab door, Caroline wasted no time stripping off her blouse and putting on the dirty shirt. It looked more like a dress on her, longer than the skirt she was wearing.

"Now turn sideways and hold out your hands as if you were receiving the trophy, like the picture". I took a few photographs with my phone and loaded them onto the computer.

"It's not going to work Caroline, sorry but the shirt is so loose on you that the bra

straps are not showing through"

"Then you'll have to wear it" she said, "you're a little fatter than Kevin, his shirt will

be a snug fit on you"

"But I'm not wearing a bra Caroline, remember only girls wear bras", I replied, immediately wishing I had not sounded to patronising."I'll be back in a few minutes, will you wait?" she asked. Since I still had at least another hours' work to do I agreed. With Caroline gone, I was able to concentrate on the task and get all the pages prepared for printing. Now, all I needed to do was doctor the front page picture.

Right on cue, Caroline reappeared and flashed me a stunning smile. "I have something for you" she said and held up another white bra. The bra had come from the girls lost & found bag kept at the gym. "I couldn't let you use my bra" Caroline said, "you would stretch it, this must have belonged to one of the older girls, you should be able to wear it". I wasn't keen on the idea of wearing a bra and letting Caroline take pictures, but she is so persuasive, I simply could not resist.

Snap. Snap. Using my camera phone, Caroline photographed my back and we had the images we needed. "I need to put this soccer shirt back in the laundry before the cleaners collect it, you should take the bra back as well" I suggested. "No need to take it back, you keep it" she said with a wicked grin, "it looks cute on you". I hoped she was only teasing me. "Unfasten the back please" I asked her, "I have a better idea". I pulled off Kevin's number 9 shirt, keeping the bra inside. "I'm going to put these in the laundry bin together" I told her. Redressed, I took the captains soccer shirt back to the boys changing room and returned to complete the newsletter.

Twenty minutes work with Photoshop and the job was done. Soccer captain, Kevin Mackenzie could be seen receiving the regional trophy from the Mayor and if you knew what to look for, he was wearing a bra under his shirt! "After all that effort, it hardly looks any different" Caroline complained, "I can see the bra straps, but only because I'm looking for them". That is the whole idea, I explained, if we make the straps any clearer no one will believe the picture. It would not even pass the editors review and would never be printed. "Let's see what happens", I told Caroline "if necessary, you can just mention to another girl that those creases in his shirt look like bra straps, the rumours will spread quickly enough". Finally satisfied with our work, Caroline allowed me to walk her home. And I was very happy until she suggested we should not be seen together for a while, in case our plot is discovered.

The newsletter went to print the next day and no one picked up the changes I had done. The printed papers will be available by Thursday, two days time. Until then, Caroline avoided being seen with me and I got frustrated.

By Thursday, I had pretty much forgotten about the newsletter. Until, at first break I heard a fight in progress. It was none other than Kevin Mackenzie laying into a younger boy. Only when I heard the shouts from the mob of girls watching did I guess what must have happened. "Watch out for his tits" "Show us your bra" "Pull his shirt off" Eventually, Kevin stopped pounding the unfortunate boy and opened his shirt. "Look, I am not wearing a bra, I have never worn a bra and anyone who says I have will get the same as this cheeky twerp" indicating the battered youngster "and that includes you girls!" The girls went quiet and backed away, seeing how angry Kevin had become from their mocking. Obviously the photo manipulation had been successful and several pupils, especially the girls, had noticed the faint outline of bra straps on Kevin's back.

No matter how much Kevin denied wearing a bra, the photographic evidence was there to see and every pupil in the whole school had been given a free copy. When asked, I simply said I could not see anything on the picture; it was just a trick of the light or someone being over imaginative. Caroline could not resist making matters worse for Kevin by claiming he had often asked to borrow her clothes when they were together. His reputation was in tatters, only the support of Josie, his new girlfriend, saved him from total humiliation. Josie was adamant that Kevin had never shown any interest in girls' clothes and he is completely normal.

And that would probably have been the end of the matter. But on Saturday the school soccer team were playing again. As usual, the soccer coach arrived with a bundle of uniform shirts for us just before the match. Each shirt ironed and folded into a clear plastic bag, fresh and ready for us to use. Of course, when the number 9 shirt was handed out we could all see what was inside. Cleaned and folded into its own little bag and packed with Kevin's shirt was a crisp, white bra.

Everyone stared at Kevin in shocked silence. We had all heard the rumours but here was overwhelming proof. James was the first to speak up, "That's it, I'm not playing with that fairy, we need a new captain" This had gone further than I wanted but there was little I could do without putting myself and Caroline in a lot of trouble. Kevin of course, was still protesting his innocence. "Wait a minute," I said "Kevin is still our best player; we would never have won last week without his two goals" "That's right", said Adam "he played his best game ever last week. Does wearing a bra help you play better Kevin?" Again Kevin claimed he had never worn the bra, he did not know how it got mixed with his shirt. He could not explain the photo and all the rumours spread by Caroline were just lies.

Once more it was Adam who spoke up, "I have a lucky bracelet from my girlfriend that I always wear for matches, and if wearing Josie's bra makes Kevin play better then that's what he should do" "No way", Kevin shouted, "I don't wear bras; this is all a set up. I'm not a cross dresser, I did not…" but before he could finish ranting a fist landed on his face. "You either try your best for the team – and that means you wear your pretty bra – or we pummel you to a pulp right now" I watched in fascination as Kevin meekly opened the bag containing the bra and considered it in horror. If he was going to get out of this room uninjured, he would have to wear this bra for the whole game and play the best game of his life, for his life might actually depend on it.

Shaking and almost in tears, Kevin slipped his arms into the loops of the bra straps. Struggling pitifully, he twisted his arms behind his back and tried to fasten the clasp. I could not watch any longer and decided to help Kevin by securing the hooks of his bra. The shocked look on his face as the bra was locked around his chest reminded me of my reaction when I had worn it just days ago. If he had known that I was also the last person to handle this bra he would not have been so keen to thank me. With a clean, dry jersey on, the bra was not easily visible. I assured Kevin no one would notice and asked the rest of the boys to keep the whole thing quiet "for the good of the team".

None of us were prepared for the crowd of supporters waiting to see the game.

Normally, a few family members might show up to support us, but this week there

were at least 30 of our classmates cheering us onto the field. With the home crowd

cheering us we played a great game, smashing the other team 4-0. Kevin scored 2 again and I had a good game in defence.

The coach was delighted; we had beaten one of the best teams in the league and had

more support than ever before. The team were happy to have won and to be friends with Kevin again. Kevin was just glad it was over.

"Hey coach, any idea why so many fans turned up?" Kevin asked. "Well it seems to be something to do with our success last week" the Coach said, "since we won that trophy and told the school about it in the newsletter, there's been a lot of interest in the team". "Quite a few pretty young things have asked me when and where they can watch us play, and they were very interested to know if our Kevin would be playing. You seem to be building a fan base Mr Mackenzie" Already feeling miserable, matters got even worse when we left the changing room to find Josie waiting outside. SLAP!

Probably the hardest and loudest slap I have ever heard, as Josie calmly looked Kevin in the eye and told him "how dare you make a liar out of me, I supported you, I believed you. Don't ever come near me again" Stunned and with tears welling up, Kevin looked totally destroyed. That's when Caroline reappeared; this was just the result she had hoped for. I expected her to rub more salt in the wound before coming to see me. At last I would get my reward for all this, finally Caroline would be mine.

Now it was my turn to feel betrayed and humiliated, Caroline was not making fun of Kevin or even ignoring him, she was cuddling him. She was giving him comfort, smiling at him and kissing him. Just 5 days ago she hated Kevin enough to destroy his life, now she was kissing him. How could this happen? I deserved better than this. By Monday morning, new pictures of Kevin playing soccer over the weekend were being passed around the school. One in particular had caught him lifting his bra strap back onto his shoulder, the white strap easily visible leaving no doubt that there was a bra under that shirt.

Our class teacher, Miss Wilson had also seen the pictures "Kevin Mackenzie" she called, "please come to the front of the class". When he arrived, she asked him to explain what was going on. "Is this a picture of you playing for the school team last Saturday?" she asked, showing Kevin the image of himself adjusting his bra strap. When there was no immediate answer she continued, "no need to answer, I can see that it is you. But I would like you to tell us all what that is in your left hand, being lifted onto your right shoulder?"

"Um, it's my vest Miss, it falls down sometimes". Miss Wilson's tone suddenly became harsher, "Are you lying to me Mackenzie? Let me show you a closer image of that shoulder". The overhead projector flashed up another view of the picture, zoomed in to the strap in Kevin's hand. "That young Kevin, is a girls brassiere, I have seen enough bras to know what they look like. Now please tell me, and the class, why you were wearing a girl's bra during last Saturday's game?"

Utterly humiliated and having no possible explanation he just shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know" he mumbled.

"Does it hurt when you run? Does wearing a bra help stop your chest bouncing? I'm a girl, I know about these things. Or are you just being silly? Do you get excited by wearing girls' clothes?"

If he had waited a little longer, Miss Wilson would probably have offered a better

answer, instead he opted for the option he thought was least embarrassing. "It's my

chest Miss, it bounces when I play. The bra helps to stop it hurting"

Miss Wilson and the class were shocked, that was not the answer we expected. "OK

Kevin, I'm sorry I had to ask you these questions" the teacher said. Feeling slightly

embarrassed for raising such an obviously difficult topic, she tried to help by adding

"I'll speak to your sports teacher and soccer coach and let them know you have special needs. They won't give you any more trouble if they notice you using um, extra support. OK?"Kevin was trapped. From this moment on, for every PE lesson or sports match of any kind, his teachers would expect to see him wearing a bra. They would even insist on it, to ensure he did not get injured and leave the school open to compensation a claim. Secretly, I was so very jealous. I have always loved girls' clothes, if only I could have been in Kevin's position.

That evening I received a call from Caroline. "I've got Kevin back thanks to you" she said, "I'm sorry but he was always the man for me, you're just too much of a sissy".

"Don't call me that. I can't believe you used me, you're a real bitch"

"Oh, I'm not finished with you yet sissy!" she told me "you hurt my man and now you're going to help him" "Well I do feel sorry that things got so out of hand, your poor boyfriend is going to be the one dressing like a sissy for a while. I'll try to think of a way out for him if you like?"

But this was not enough to satisfy Caroline, "I need you to do more than that", she said "I don't want my boyfriend being the only cross dresser in school, you're going to dress up too. So get yourself over to my place tonight sissy, or else!" "I told you, don't call me sissy. Besides, what can you do about it?" I said rather too desperately. Caroline laughed, "Just check your mobile, especially the out-box for picture messaging" she said "and when you have done that, get over here" After Caroline had taken my picture wearing the bra under Kevin's number 9 soccer shirt, she had sent it to her own mobile. She had irrefutable picture evidence that I had framed Kevin Mackenzie from the start. Crap.

It was only a short bicycle ride to Caroline's house. Her brother answered the door, gave me a very disapproving look, and then let me in to talk to Caroline. I had hoped to find her alone, so I could force her to destroy all copies of the picture. With her older brother there, it would be impossible for me to try anything like that. Caroline took me to her room, again to the annoyance of her brother. "I'm sorry I've been such a bitch" she said, "I'm feeling really guilty over Kevin and I'm determined to help him through this. And that means I'm going to make you share the embarrassment with him" "I feel guilty too Caroline but it's not fair to blame me, I only did any of this for you".

Caroline just nodded, we walked outside and talked. "There is something you have to

do for me" she said. I listened warily while she continued "I promised to get Kevin a

bra that fitted him better. That old one he's been forced to wear is hurting him"

"How can I help with that?" I asked foolishly

"I'm taking Kevin bra shopping tomorrow and he's very embarrassed about it. He's afraid the salesgirls will think he's queer or something. I want you to come along and get a bra fitting as well". It's a scary thought, I could easily imagine why Kevin was so embarrassed, but with no option, I agreed to skip the afternoon classes and meet them both at the Mall just after lunch.

I found Kevin & Caroline in the food hall. "What are you doing here?" Kevin asked, obviously worried that someone from school would see him looking in lingerie shops.

Remembering what I had agreed with Caroline I tried to sound innocent "I was about

to ask you the same question" I said, "but since you are here - this is somewhat embarrassing but I was hoping I could ask your advice on something?"Kevin seemed to relax and gave me a friendlier look, "what do you want to know?" he asked. I tried to look suitably nervous and said "I wanted to ask where you get your bras from?"

"That's none of your business" offered Caroline "why should we tell you that?"

This was the hard bit, the line I knew I would have the most difficulty delivering "because I would like to get one too" I muttered.

"Are you trying to take the piss? What do you want a bra for" Kevin said angrily. I simply answered, "For the same reason as you, my chest hurts when I run or jump but I've never had the courage to do anything about it. Can you show me how to get a bra please?"

We tried the department store first, but the lady who does bra fitting measurements

was not there, and Caroline insisted it was vital we were properly measured. So we

ended up at 'La Senza', a specialist lingerie store. The whole shop sold nothing except

girls' underwear; a very frightening place for two 13 year old boys. Caroline spoke to

the assistant, who seemed to think the whole idea was a prank of some kind but agreed to measure me. Pulling a tape measure tightly around my chest and then more loosely a little higher, she announced my size was 36AA. "We don't have many bras in that size" she told us, "in fact I can only offer you this one". She passed me a smooth looking bra that was surprisingly heavy when I took it. Seeing my surprise, she told me "it's a gel bra; the cups are filled with liquid to help girls with a small bust to, well make the most of them. You can try it on in there" pointing to a room behind a curtain. Caroline and Kevin both came into the changing room to see me try the bra. In truth it fitted well, and if I really wanted to increase my bust by two cup sizes I would have been delighted. So I took it off and told the assistant it was OK. "I only have pink or pale blue in your size, which would you like?" she asked. Caroline answered for me, "better have one of each" she said "and my other friend would like to be measured as well please" Now much more at ease, having watched me being fitted; Kevin went through the same rigmarole and found his bust size was just 32AA. "I can only offer you a training bra in that size" the assistant said, and produced a very childish looking bra with pictures of teddy bears on it. This one had no gel padding or under-wires; it was just for very young girls to get used to wearing something around their chest. "Don't you have anything plainer, or a little more grown up?" Caroline asked. "If you go up a size to 32A, you can have something similar to your friend" the lady said, "I can also offer one of these, no gel in this one just a light padding". Kevin chose the plain white T-shirt bra and tried it on. It was a much better fit than the bra he had been using so he also bought two.

Kevin knew that tomorrow we both had a gym class. Somehow it didn't seem so terrifying any more. With two of us in the same situation, the whole idea just seemed easier to cope with. "Thanks, both of you" he said, "I don't think I could have managed today without your help". We decided that it was too late to go back to school and started browsing the Mall instead. As long as we had a girl with us, carrying La Senza bags didn't seem too perverted. "Kevin and I are going to the youth club tonight, why don't you join us" Caroline asked, "I have a friend who I think you will like". This was my chance to hang out with the 'cool' crowd and meet a girl, I loved the idea.

I had been measured for a bra, one of my fondest dreams and since I had no real intention of wearing it for sports this could be my only chance. I could not resist it any longer and said "I think I should try wearing this bra for a while – to get used to it. I haven't had as much practice as Kevin". Hoping they did not think me too much of a sissy, I went into the boys toilets and put the bra on again.

Kevin & Caroline stared at me as I came back out. "Is it that noticeable?" I asked. Truthfully, I already knew the answer; the gel padding was so effective I could even feel my chest bounce as I walked. "Wow, that's a fine set of boobs you have there" said Caroline, "I'm getting jealous. What to swap uniforms?" It was getting hard to hide my true feelings. I loved the feel of the bra and would love to swap uniforms and wear a skirt but I must pretend that the idea is ridiculous.

Looking at my chest I asked "do these really look like girls breasts? I know I

promised to wear this bra but I can't walk around looking like I have breasts"

"You could if you were a girl" Caroline stated with a wicked smile, then to make sure

I had no doubt she was not kidding, she showed me the picture on her phone. Kevin

had missed all this and wanted to know what we were going to do next. "Pamela

Anderson here needs a new outfit for tonight" Caroline told him, "We're going to

help him chose something trendy"

Much to Kevin's surprise, but not mine, Caroline lead us into Primark, a shop that

sells cheap clothes but almost entirely for girls. "I dare you to try this" Caroline said

to me, holding up a fairly plain black and pink mini dress. "Are you mad?" I cried. But Caroline held the dress against me, tutted, got another size then pushed me towards the changing rooms. Kevin was laughing, thinking this was just fun.I emerged from the changing room wearing the very short, tight dress. Caroline had helped me fasten the zipper and I suspected she would have to help me undo it again. I doubt my arms can reach that far around my back. The pink skirt flared out a little and hung only just long enough to cover my underpants. The top had a low cut front that displayed the tiny cleavage my bra had created. Kevin started giggling uncontrollably. Eventually he passed comment "The top half is pretty good, although your arms a too hairy" he said "and you're a bit tubby, that dress is a little too tight on your belly" he continued. "The skirt is great but again your legs are hairy and you had better make sure your pants are clean" again he doubled up in laughter. I looked at my reflection in a full length mirror, sucking in my belly to improve the silhouette. Caroline was also amused but thought the dress was lovely "it'll do nicely" she said, "We'll take it!"

Kevin stopped convulsing for a second "Are you serious? Are you really going to wear that tonight?" he asked me. "If Caroline can make it look like I'm a girl rather than a boy with tits, I'll do it" I said. Soon we were back in the lingerie store, this time to find a girdle for my fat belly. This was not so easy; I discovered that there are panty girdles, open bottom girdles and all-in-ones. This shop only sold panty girdles but the difference between a girl's body and boys became more apparent when I tried one. A normal panty girdle only reaches my waist and did nothing to flatten my belly. We found a 'high waisted' panty girdle that worked well, although it is possibly the most uncomfortable piece of clothing any boy could ever wear.

Stopping at Caroline's house on the way home, I left all my new clothes there. I couldn't take them home and let my Mum or Dad see them. Caroline gave me a tube of something to remove the hairs from my arms and legs. I promised I would use it before returning to go out later. This was all my dreams come true, yet all my nightmares too. I have always wanted to go out in girls' clothes but I also wanted an excuse. Well I had the excuse, I was being blackmailed, but I could never tell anyone so it didn't help. All anyone would see tonight is a sissy boy wearing a dress because he wants to.

At home, I had food with Mum and Dad, completed my homework and took a bath with the hair removing foam. By 6pm it was time to go out. I was utterly terrified, in a few hours everyone I know would see me dressed as a girl. I wanted to back out, just not go and save my reputation, but this was my only chance to do something I have always wanted to do. Perhaps this one night in a dress will get these silly ideas out of my head, perhaps I just need to do it once tp be free of these feelings forever. Besides, if I didn't show, Caroline might start showing that picture of me framing Kevin to anyone she fancied.

At Caroline's house, I wriggled into the girdle again and put on the gel bra. Squeezing my tummy in the girdle seemed to push even more fat into the bra; my boobs looked bigger than ever. Caroline passed me a pair of pink panties "you don't want anyone to see that you're wearing a girdle, with this short skirt you need pretty panties". She also borrowed a pair of her mother's shoes and matching handbag for me to try. I don't expect her mother knew she was lending her things. The shoes are black, with narrow 3 inch heels and straps around the ankles. Before finally putting the dress on, Caroline fixed my hair and added some makeup.

The final result was not bad, given more time for hair styling and a proper makeup job, I could look quite pretty. This was better than I had hoped and I was getting very excited, thankfully the ridiculously tight girdle prevented any chance of my excitement showing. We met with Kevin and a friend of Caroline's called Tracy. To Tracy she said, "I told you I would bring a date for you, this is ah – we haven't picked a name for him yet". "That's a guy?" Tracy asked, "Are you sure, why is he wearing a dress?"

"Hi Tracy" I said, "I'm Nick and the dress is just for fun, is that ok?"

"Well alright then Nicola, let's go have some fun"

What a fantastic night. I danced with Tracy all night, we hugged, we kissed, we compared boobs and we laughed. Dozens of boys from school recognised me and I would suffer for it in the morning, but none of that mattered.

I walked Tracy home, and we talked more. We made plans to meet again, she wanted

to watch a film at the cinema, it was a 'chick flick' and I could wear my dress again. We planned to go swimming; probably best I went as a boy for that. We kissed goodnight at her front gate.Only when I had walked back across town to my own house did I realise I had a problem. It was past 10pm on a school night, all my clothes were at Caroline's and she was probably in bed by now. I was stood outside my own house, where my mother and father would be waiting to berate me for staying out so late and I was wearing a mini dress and high heels. If I go back to fetch my clothes, I would have to face Caroline's parents who would probably just call my family anyway. It was no good waiting for Dad to go to bed then seek in; he always waited until I got home. So with my heels clip-clopping and my girdle squeezed backside wiggling, I strutted into the house. Mums usual shout of "Where the hell have you been?" Didn't quite get out, instead it became "What the hell are you wearing?" Dad was especially concerned and we had a long discussion about why boys do not wear dresses. It didn't seem to matter what I said, their minds were made up. There was something wrong with me, some sort of gender identity problem. I was just glad to get to bed, and although it was disappointing to take the dress off, removing the girdle was wonderful. The next day at school started off badly. 'Nicola' was now my official nickname, 'Sissy' was just as popular. But apart from name calling and mocking, it was not too bad. The day got much worse when I was called to the Headmasters office, where my Mum was waiting to see me.

"Your mother has convinced me that you have a problem Nick" the Head said. "I

have advised your mother that in my experience young boys usually will grow out of

these fantasies with proper counselling. However, in accordance with her wishes, I am

willing to let you continue to find your own way"

"I'm sorry Sir, I don't understand" I said

"To put it plainly young man, your mother and father have asked that I allow you to attend lessons wearing a girls uniform. Specifically, you will be permitted to wear a skirt every day until such time as you and your parents believe you have resolved your gender identity".

"I brought these in for you darling" Mum said, showing me a school skirt and blouse she had bought earlier for me. "And I found this in your room" she added, passing me my pale blue gel bra. By the time I returned to my Science lesson, I was dressed as a girl again. Mum had taken my other clothes home, so this is how I would have to dress for the whole day. Mum had also told me there would be a selection of skirts and dresses at home for me to use in the evenings.

I had framed the school soccer captain into looking like a transvestite, but as a result it was me who ended up in skirts. In a few more weeks I have to decide if I want to start hormone replacement treatment and prepare for a sex change operation. I'm not sure yet, I'm having such a great time being a girl but I do miss playing with the boys. I still love doing boy things, like rugby, soccer and kissing girls. Perhaps the only part of dressing like a girl I enjoy is the clothes?

In the end, I'll probably remain male but continue to cross dress and enjoy wearing dresses, even though I'll be laughed at and possibly hated. I can't explain why, but I can't stop either. So I'm just going to enjoy every minute as much as I can. As for Kevin, he told the sports teacher that he no longer needed a bra, his doctor had treated the problem and he was normal again. I wonder if he ever regrets saying that? Tracy and I are the best of friends – more than friends, I love her deeply. She accepts me without judgement and is always supportive. I pray we will always be close.

  

  

  

*********************************************
© 2007 by Josie Brian. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, and compilation design) may be printed for personal use only. No portion of these documents may be stored electronically, distributed electronically, or otherwise made available without the express written consent of StorySite and the copyright holder.