Georges Awakening

by Amberjane

 

Hello, I’m George and this is my story. It was late in the summer term of my second year at University and I was thinking about how life had changed over the course of the last year. Exams were over and they were going out to celebrate, the girls had asked me to join them as they often did and now I was taking care to get ready, just as they had shown me.

It had all started at the same time, exactly one year previously…

I had decided that one year in residence would be enough; I needed to move out, share with other people, meet new friends, well actually make some friends. It wasn’t that I didn’t get on with anybody; I just didn’t seem to make friends. I knew that I wasn’t anything special at nearly six foot and just under 11 stone really quite slim, I had fair wavy hair with a bit of length, the sort that if I’d grown it out then it would have a curl that women would envy, but there it all stopped, you see in reality I was very shy and when I opened my mouth, nothing or rather no innocent make idle conversation. I was just plain boring and everybody just wandered away. Yes, George needed to take action, do something, get a new life for next year, but how.

There I was still pondering over this dilemma when I wandered up to the notice board and started scanning, there was all the usual stuff about club meetings, second hand text books for sale and so on, I was just about to move on when it caught my eye, there partially obscured was somebody offering accommodation, quickly I noted down the details. Contact ‘J. Fisher’, no clue as to male or female, Rm 266, Highdown Hall of Residence. Good that was the nearest hall I could nip over there immediately. Then, reality set in, everybody was looking for rooms it had probably gone already almost certainly the moment the notice went up, I guessed it had gone weeks ago, but hey, no harm in asking.

I quickly found Rm 266, on the door was the name, Julie Fisher, my heart sank, female, they probably wanted the safety of another female. Still I knocked, I was in luck, and a voice shouted come in.

On entering, a female, presumably Julie turned from her desk and looked up at me ‘Yes, Can I help you?’

‘Um, I’ve come about the room’, I sort of stammered whilst staring at her, she was pleasant looking but not as though you’d notice in a crowd.

‘That was quick’ she replied, ‘I’ve only just got back from putting up the notice’.

Then she paused, ‘I guess you were looking for another girl, for company’ I mumbled, ‘ I guess we were, although we never really discussed it’ she said, ‘so may be I’m not really sure’. At this point if I’d been true to form then I’d have normally mumbled something to my feet and made a rapid and blushing retreat, but something in my inner self made me stop. In just those few seconds, the way this girl had spoken to me, it made him feel comfortable and not the trembling wreck I normally become in front of the opposite sex. I had also realised that there was at least one other person who would be sharing the accommodation as well as Julie.

‘Perhaps you’d like to consider me instead’ I suggested. ‘Could you tell me about the accommodation available’.

‘Why don’t you come in and have a coffee and we could talk’ said Julie, ‘by the way I don’t know your name’. ‘Oh, sorry’ I muttered, ‘its George and I guess you must be Julie’.

We sat down and Julie passed a coffee and outlined the situation. There were four of them altogether, all girls, Julie, herself, Pam, Bryony and Vikki, they were, like George, all coming to the end of the first year and had decided to live out next year. They had found a house to rent, with four bedrooms, in a reasonable neighbourhood. Consequently the house was a bit better than your average student dwelling and this meant the rent was also a bit more than they really wanted but they couldn’t resist it. Now the house has got a small attic room, it will need decorating and some furniture, but could be used as another room, anyway they had sat down to discussed this and decided to offer the room to a fifth person to keep the rent down. Julie admitted she had presumed that the others were expecting her to find another girl to take the room, however Julie would talk to the others. As George was the first to ask about the room, then if the others deemed him suitable then he would get first refusal.

They chatted for a bit longer and I found out a bit more about Julie, the other girls and the house and I told Julie a bit more about myself and where I could be contacted. Then I left to go back to his room, not really sure how I felt. I may have a place next year but on the other hand maybe I didn’t, would I like it if offered, did I want to be with four girls, maybe sharing with blokes would be better for me and my image all these and many other questionings where whizzing about in my mind.

A few days went passed, I hadn’t found any other leads for accommodation and had not heard from Julie either this was all causing me to worry, like I do, about what to do for the best. Checking through the internal campus mail I found an envelope in an unfamiliar hand, opening it, it was from Julie, and time stopped as I quickly read the rest of the letter. Could George call round to her room again tomorrow at 2.00pm where the other girls would like meet him. My mood brightened considerably and boy I couldn’t wait. At the appointed time I was there at Julie’s room, I’d made sure I was presentable or at least as presentable as any 19-year-old undergraduate ever looks amongst other students.

Julie called me in, the others were already there, and I felt very nervous and could feel myself blushing. It was enough to say hello in a normal voice as Julie introduced me to the other girls. First there was Pam, she was quite petite, barely five foot and quite slim with dark hair cut in pageboy style. Bryony on the other hand was as tall as I am but well built, not overweight at all but heavy boned, she probably had shoulder length hair, but had pulled it back into a severe pony tail and finally Vikki, my eyes nearly popped out of my head and I had to work hard not to fawn over her at the expense of the others, stunning good looks complemented a full firm figure of average height with golden-fair coloured hair that was nearly to her waist.

‘Sit down, won’t you’ said Julie ‘and have a coffee now that you’ve met everybody. As you know we’re all here so that we can talk to each other and decide whether you and we are compatible housemates for next year.’ They talked about many things, but the girls were keen to check that George would pull his weight in shared jobs around the house, at least that was easy, I may have been a bloke, but he still knew how to cook, wash, clean and iron, even though it may not be up to my mothers standards. Anyway more than an hour had passed when Julie said, ‘well I think that has covered everything. George would you mind stepping outside for a while; I did so with fingers firmly crossed. Within less than a minute the door was opened again and Julie beckoned me in. They would be delighted to let me have the attic room if he wanted it. I needed no second invitation.

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Normally George found Summer Holidays fun and they went by all too quickly, however this was not only his first University summer break which was twice as long as those from school, he was quite excited about next year and couldn’t wait to get back.

I’d managed to get a part time cleaning job which was deadly dull and made me even more determined to graduate with a good qualification and be thankful for an education, still the money I made would come in handy for the coming year.

At last the summer break ended and I was able to give up the part time job and get back to being a student. Living out meant I had to take a few more things up with me this year, but no problem I just persuaded my parents to load up the car and take me up there. Actually I went up a day earlier than was really needed, this allowed me too get settled in before the girls arrived, it also meant my parents would miss them which was no bad thing as far as I was concerned.

Fortunately my room was by now furnished with some basic items and decorated, we’d been able to have a couple of days in the house just before the summer break had begun. The following day the various girls arrived and got settled in, Bryony was the first to arrive followed by Julie, Vikki and then Pam, they all greeted each other warmly and I helped them take all the heavy bags into their rooms.

Anyway we all quickly settled back into student life, there were lectures to go to and lectures they missed, they worked hard and also played hard, in the house there was very much a routine, whilst each person was responsible for there own room and washing and ironing, when it came to the communal areas we shared out each taking turns including me to cook and clean. Tuesday was always my cooking day, as that was the day when I had my earliest finish. As the weeks went by the girls became quite impressed by my standards of domestication, commenting that my culinary skills were the equal of any of their own.

During the week we’d all go down to the local pub at least once a week as a group, but at weekends the girls tended to go clubbing. Now I felt uncomfortable in clubs, I guess that I wasn’t trendy and had no skill whatsoever in chat up and pick up lines, so I preferred to nurse pint down at the local pub and watch the world go by. As a result I often never saw the girls at weekends, they’d often return from their Friday and Saturday nights out in time for an early breakfast and that assumed they actually came back at all.

It was whilst they were all having a few drinks together in the local pub, that the girls started having a dig at me on why I never went out clubbing and dancing. Julie opened him the conversation first. ‘You know George you really ought to get out more, come clubbing one night.’

‘Why?’ I said, ‘All I’ll end up doing is watching enviously at lots have half clad wonderful women who by the end of the evening are draped round various drunken blokes.’

‘And what’s to stop you being one of those blokes, you’re a lot more pleasant than most of them, who only have a one track mind’ said Vikki. ‘Well to start with I wouldn’t know what to say to any of the girls, I’d say something really daft and they’d look at me as though I was stupid. Then they probably tell all their mates. So I end up as the nerd in the corner by himself.’ Pam and Bryony looked at me with that look of you really don’t know what you’re talking about. Now normally by now I’d have withdrawn from conversation so as not to bring attention to myself, but as I’d got to know the girls and we were becoming good friends then I kept trying to rebut each of their points of persuasion, each time just digging a bigger hole for myself. Eventually the conversation move on but not before Julie had said something like ‘well maybe we’ll just have to take you in hand and help you’.

Anyway after I few days I’d forgotten all about the conversation, it was Friday afternoon, I’d got back slightly earlier than usual as my last two lectures had been cancelled. I was lying in my room listening to some music and wondering what I was going to do that evening when Vikki and Bryony burst in with out so much as a by your leave. ‘Excuse me’ I said, ‘you could knock, I could be doing unspeakable things in here’, Vikki just laughed and Bryony said ‘You’re coming out with us tonight, George’, I was just about to disagree when she said ‘ and there won’t be any arguing about it’. As she was tall enough too look me in the eye and probably knock me back I decided not too. ‘So we need to start getting ready now’ said Vikki. ‘But it’s at least six hours before you go out, we’ve got plenty of time’. ‘It’ll take that long to sort you out’ said Bryony ‘as you don’t think you can cut it as a man, you can see it from the other side of the fence as a girl!’

My jaw dropped literally, ‘But…..’ I never got any further, Bryony grabbed me and said, ‘just stop gawping and start moving’, my brain was whirring now I was nervous, intrigued and excited all at once.

Vikki handed me a tube of cream, ‘go and have a close shave, rub this on yourself, especially under you arms, have a shower and then take a long hot bath and throw these in’.

I was so shocked that I just grabbed them and moved towards the bathroom, ‘don’t forget to take a large towel with you’ Bryony shouted.

I went into the bathroom and drew a steaming hot bath into which I put the salts, they came across as lavender, meanwhile as the bath filled, I followed instructions, used the cream all over, except for a small patch and then after a while washed it off, now I know I had very little body hair, but even so it was a bit of a shock too see it disappearing down the plug hole.

Getting into and soaking in the bath felt very strange as the hot soapy water slid over a body feeling very silky smooth. The best part of an hour had gone when a tap on the door indicated that it was time I moved on. I dried off; usually I rubbed myself dry but somehow patting myself dry, felt more comfortable this time. Wrapping the towel round my waist I left the bathroom and ran straight into Julie, she admonished me ‘I want to see you wearing that towel properly from now on, up round your chest not your waist, now in here and sit down’. Julie grabbed me and forcefully propelled me through into Pam’s room and I was sat him down in a head backed chair.

At this point excitement seemed to get the better of me and a bulge arose in the towel. The girls glanced at each other, ‘who’s getting all excited then George’ said Vikki, ‘we can’t have the game given away can we now, follow me.’ Vikki dragged me back into the bathroom and in next to no time had left me gasping and exhausted as she gave me the best hand job I’d ever known. ‘Now that’s just a one off favour’ she said and added with a little glint in her eye ‘we thought that might happen and I drew the short straw, next time you’ll have to control it yourself. To prevent any further mishaps, put these on.’ She handed me what looked at first like a flesh coloured pair of lightweight pants. ‘Its called a gaffe, it’ll prevent any further unwanted revelations’ Vikki said in response to my unanswered question. After a short struggle in arranging myself I got them on and there I was flat. ‘Lets go back and start again shall we’ Vikki motioned to me.

Back in Pam’s room as I sat down each girl grabbed a limb, Bryony and Julie taking my hands and Vikki and Pam where down at my feet, by this time I was in too much of a daze to comment or do anything. Being somewhat lazy, I’d meant to cut my nails about a week ago, but hadn’t quite got round to it so they were really a bit long for a man. Of course the girls thought this was ideal as they now trimmed and shaped them. Now some varnish said Pam, I tried to tug my hands away from them, ‘but I can’t wear that I said, what if somebody sees me’, ‘that’s the whole idea stupid’ said Vikki, ‘you’re supposed to be seen, but all they’ll see is another girl. We’ll go gentle on you, just a gentle Coral Pink, now hold still’.

I just sat there as they worked away and put on two coats of lacquer. ‘Times moving on’ said Bryony, ‘we’ve got to get ourselves ready as well.’ ‘Right’ said Julie ‘most of things we’ve got are from us, we’ll actually Bryony as she’s closet in size to you, but there were a few items such as underwear that we’d bought in.’ ‘You mean you’ve been planning this for a while’ I said, ‘well ever since the conversation in the pub’ said Julie, ‘but we had to catch you by surprise of else you’d have found an excuse to be elsewhere.’ ‘I guess that true.’ I sort of mumbled.

First she handed me a matching set of bra and pants, ‘put these on please’. I slipped on the panties; they felt odd as they sat quite differently to male underpants. I then had several attempts at the bra without getting anywhere near to get it on done up and adjusted. ‘Look. ‘ Said Bryony you put it in the reverse way round to it up and then twist it round you chest, I did as she instructed and then slipped my arms through the straps. ‘I’m a bit flat chested to need this.’ I said, ‘Don’t worry’ said Pam handing me a box, ‘you’ll need these.’ I opened the box and found a couple of basic breast forms, taking them out I slipped them in and then Bryony adjusted them and the straps, ‘there that’s better’ she said. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. ‘Now we need to make you figure a little more of a rounded feminine shape’ Pam said ‘so just breathe in.’ As I did as I was told a sort of corset type garment was placed around my waist and middle and some laces pulled it tight. It knocked the wind out of me. ‘Steady on I can’t breathe.’ ‘You’ll soon get used to it; there that looks a lot better. ‘ They said.

‘Now you’re starting to take shape.’ Looking at myself already from the neck downwards all vestiges of manhood had disappeared as I now had a nipped in waist and formed and lifted breasts in front of me.

‘OK.’ Julie motioned me towards the dresser, ‘sit down and turn round so you can’t see a mirror.’ There was no turning back so I just lay back and let the girls get to work, it wasn’t long before the complete facial makeover was over and done.

‘Now stand up and lets get you dressed for Clubbing. Normally we wouldn’t wear tights, but as its November you might feel a bit cold and uncomfortable, so put you can put these on.’ Julie handed me some sheer flesh coloured tights and explained how to put them on smoothly’

‘These are borrowed from Bryony as she’s nearest your size.’ I was handed a sleeveless black sparkly top made from a stretch material with a high neck and low back which accentuated my ‘new’ breasts and waist, there followed a shortish black figure hugging skirt that finished well above my knees and a wide loose belt.

‘We had to get you some shoes of your own ‘ said Vikki ‘as your feet are a bit bigger than ours. However we’ve kept it simple for now.’ She showed me a pair of open toed sling backs with a low 2’ heel.

I put them on and tottered to my feet. ‘Heh, slow down’ said Pam ‘still a couple of things to do yet’. Of course I realised. ‘First of all jewellery.’ A fashion ring went onto my right index finger, and whole host of bangles round my left wrist. A chunky necklace completed chunky clip-on earrings. Then came the crowning glory as Julie held up a wig, I recognised it as one she used now and again, its fairish colouring was similar to my own my came well past my shoulders, Julie expertly arranged it and brushed it out. ‘Now, take a look’ as they guided me to a full-length mirror. I gasped in amazement if I hadn’t have known it was me I’d have said there was a moderately pretty 19 year old girl, certainly my mother wouldn’t have recognised me.

‘I think she likes it, but what are we going to call her’ said Vikki. ‘Call who, what.’ I said, ‘You of course silly who else, we can’t go round calling you George.’ ‘What about Georgie’ said Pam, ‘um, that’s a bit close to George, well we could try Gina as in Georgina.’ ‘Yes, I like that’ I said and so it was there now stood five girls, Julie, Vikki, Pam, Bryony and Gina.

‘It’s all very well me standing here like this looking pretty, but the moment I try to walk or talk, I’ll give the game away.’ ‘We’ve still got time before we go out, so I’ll start coaching you whilst the other get changed’ said Pam, then we’ll swap, ‘take this handbag, you’ll need it for a few bits anyway, but it’ll also help you gain posture.’ She then handed me a bag, which I slung from my right shoulder and let it hang about waist level.

There then followed two hours of intensive walking posturing and trying to speak in a different pitch, by the time we were finished whilst I probably wouldn’t pass in broad daylight in the semi-darkness of a nightclub there shouldn’t be any problem.

When the other girls were all ready they handed me a short jacket to slip on, I briefly struggled with the unfamiliarity of the buttons being on the reverse side, the front door was opened an as it did the enormity of what was happening hit me and I froze, ‘I can’t do this’ I said, ‘somebody will spot me.’ ‘You can’t back out now we’ve spent all this time on you’ said Bryony as she literally bundled me out of the door. I felt really strange, to start with I could feel the air and chill autumn breeze on my legs, then there was the clip-clop sound of mine and another four sets of heels on the pavement. Anyway we soon found a taxi and I sat quietly in the back with my legs firmly together squeezed between Vikki and Julie. Soon we were being dropped off at a busy pub in the city centre, I realised that the taxi driver was eyeing me up and down and was convinced that he had worked me out, until I noticed he was also eyeing the others. Bryony felt my uncertainty, ‘now you know how it feels so be on the other side, I sometimes think they look at us like a piece of meat.’ ‘What are we doing here, I thought we were going clubbing,’ I said. ‘Its all right’ said Julie, ‘its still a bit early and we need a few drinks, we’ll stay close to you. Now remember no pints, its halves of spirit mixers, but don’t overdo it.’

In retrospect I realise they were being kind to me, a few drinks just gave me that edge of relaxation I needed. Anyway it soon became apparent that nobody had read me and we were just a group of girls on a night out.

After a couple of rounds it was Bryony who spoke up, ‘Right then girls time to move on.’ We strolled, well as a man I would have strolled, we more sort of click-clacked down the street to the nightclub. By now I was more comfortable with myself and less self-conscious and laughed with the others. There was a special queue for group of girls that let us get in quicker and cheaper, so there were some advantages. Once in, Vikki said ‘Right, time to freshen up, before we hit the dance floor. Come on Gina.’

‘But I can’t go in there I protested, it’s the ladies.’

‘And where else do thing you’ll be using tonight the way you look?’

I hadn’t though of that. In I went, it was different from the boy’s room, to start with it looked cleaner and smelt fresher and of course all the urinals were behind doors. I went in and used one, remembering to sit down, just in case. When I came out the others were waiting, they checked me over without raising any suspicion and then directed me on how to freshen up my make-up and add a quick dash of perfume.

After that the night passed quite quickly and all of a sudden they were dragging me home. For once none of them had gone off to spend time with that nights conquest, somehow I think that was deliberate so they could keep an eye on me.

‘So, what do you think then’ said Julie, ‘you seemed to be really enjoying yourself there.’

‘I can’t believe it, to start with nobody read me.’

‘To busy trying to see how they could get into your pants.’ said Vikki.

‘Then I hardly had to buy myself a drink and the absolute nerve of some of them, they must think they are gods gift the way some blokes go on and the chat are lines are so awful. I couldn’t come up with something that bad if a tried. I guess most of the time I’m trying to be too nice.’

‘Well you just carry on.’ Pam chipped in ‘ We prefer it that way now do you understand what we meant.’

‘But you haven’t answered the question.’

‘Yes, I have’

‘No, you were really enjoying yourself tonight’ said Bryony, ‘I think we might be seeing some more of Gina in the future, what do you say girls?’

Secretly I thought I agreed with them, but I couldn’t say so. ‘But I thought this was a one-off, and anyway I’m a bloke and I fancy girls not other blokes.’ That last bit was admittedly true and I had managed to stave off any attempt that got closer that flirty conversation.

They just looked at each other and smiled.

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That was many months ago, they were right, Gina had gone out with them a number of times since and even once by herself. With careful budgeting of my students’ loan I had even got myself a modest but nice wardrobe and accessories. George had even benefited from Gina, having managed to have a few dates for him.

Anyway here we are nearly at the end of term and I’m getting ready to go out with the girls again, there was a tap on the door and I heard Julies voice, ‘Hurry up Gina, we’re all waiting for you.’ I smiled I’d learnt more than one female trick then.

 

 

 

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