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GIRL Center - A Leap of Faith

Karen Elizabeth L.

© Copyright 2003

 

Harry and I were as close to brothers as two friends could get; we spent almost all of our free time together, went to the same school, and just like any other boys we got into trouble together.

We thought we were just pulling a few pranks here and there, nothing to get all worked up over, but for some reason our parents, teachers, and other adults didn't see things the same way. We started out small, ringing doorbells and running, phone pranks, stuff like that, and then we moved up a little shoplifting. We never took anything really expensive, just a few candy bars and some magazines, but it was just another thorn in our parent's sides.

Harry seemed to go out of his way to cause more and more trouble which drove his mom crazy. Just after starting the eighth grade Harry thought it would be fun to skip school, borrow a neighbor's Jaguar and take it for a little ride. I wish I had gone along that day, it's not everyday you get to drive a Jaguar you know, but I was home in bed with the flu and missed all of the fun. The fun, at least what I thought would have been fun, was tearing along at seventy five miles an hour and taking turns on two wheels.

The cops who were chasing him weren't amused though and neither was the owner of the Jag when Harry slammed into a fence causing several thousand dollars worth of damage to the car. Harry was arrested; there was a quick trip to the local magistrate's office who, after reviewing Harry's record, decided that he would spend the next two years in a reform school called the Great Indian River Learning Center.

Harry wrote to me often after he got sent away to Great Indian River. He mentioned that the name was sort of a joke to the students but he didn't explain the joke. Several times he begged me to get him out, he swore they were going to do something terrible to him but he never did say what it was. He had to know that there was nothing that I could do to spring him because in one letter he said that he couldn't take it anymore and that he was running away.

I thought that he must have been successful since I didn't hear from him for almost three months. He'd been caught trying to run away and had his letter writing privileges suspended for three months. He said that he was glad that he was allowed to write again and it seemed that he was much calmer and didn't seem to mind being at the school. He said that his grades were improving, he had a girlfriend who was helping him to adjust to the school and that things weren't that bad after all. From then on Harry actually sounded happy to be at Great Indian River but repeatedly warned me to shape up to avoid being sent there myself.

I couldn't figure out why he was so worried about me ending up there, after all if it was so bad, why did he stay after his sentence was up?

Yeah, that's right, by then Harry was into his third year at the school by then, he'd decided that he liked it so much he decided to stick around and graduate from the school. Even though we'd been best buddies before he got sent there, the longer he stayed the stranger he seemed to get. I mean really, warning me to shape up? This from the guy who stole a Jag, raced it around at seventy-five miles an hour and then wrecked it? If it had been anyone else I would have told them to get lost but I couldn't do that to the guy who almost my brother.

Just about that time My mom mentioned that Harry's mom, who had moved to the Great Indian River area herself just after Harry got sent up, was going to get married and that we were invited to the wedding. Normally I wouldn't go anywhere near a wedding, I think they're less fun than watching paint dry, but when mom said that Harry would be at this one I was more than happy to go!

The church part was pretty dull; mom and most of the other women were crying and the guys were looking bored. I considered taking a nap until I noticed that one of the Bridesmaids, a foxy looking redhead, kept looking in my direction and smiling. We weren't close enough for me to get a really good look at her but even from where we sat she looked hot to me. I caught her staring once and smiled back which seemed to make her pretty happy judging from the smile on her face. When the ceremony was over I got another big smile from her as she walked down the aisle with the rest of the wedding party. I couldn't wait to get to the reception and check this babe out!

While I waited for the wedding party to get to the hall I looked everywhere for Harry but couldn't find him. I watched as the wedding party walked past me in church but he wasn't in the wedding party, which confused the heck out of me. Why come to his mom's wedding and not be in the party?

Finally the wedding party arrived and there she was; my dream girl! She was even prettier up close than when I saw her in church; long red hair, fantastic body, and a smile that could turn me on from miles away. I hurried over to talk to her but she smiled and said that she had to mingle first.

"See ya later on!" She called out in a sweet sounding voice as she turned and walked away. All I could think was that she looked just as good from the back!

I spend some time looking for Harry again. I checked with his mom who smiled and said, "Oh I'm sure that he's around here somewhere." before her new husband whisked her off to meet some people. No matter how hard I looked though there was no sign of Harry anywhere.

"Lose someone?" A voice asked from behind me.

I turned and there she was, the girl who had stolen my heart. Finding Harry didn't seem so important then, I didn't want any competition when I set out to land this hot looking chick!

"Yeah, an old friend of mine was supposed to be here tonight, I haven't seen him in a couple of years."

"That's sweet," She said as she flashed that smile again. "Do you miss him?"

"Yeah, we had a lot of fun together. Can't figure out why he didn't come though, but that's his loss." I shrugged.

As we sat and talked I fell further in love. Holly, my new friend, was everything a guy could hope for in a girl; funny, pretty, and she seemed to enjoy hearing stories about Harry and me. I was about to ask for her phone number when they announced that special dance for the bridal party. Holly seemed very interested in watching so I kept quiet hoping to earn a few brownie points for manners. After all, a guy can never score too many brownie points when he's trying to impress a girl, right?

I sat quietly and watched as Holly clapped and cheered when the new Mr. and Mrs. Binkler were introduced, then the Best Man and Matron of Honor, the son of Mr. Binkler, one of the Groomsmen, and his partner. My calm was shattered though when they announced the next couple - the Binkler children, Robert and Holly Lynn!

I sat there dumbfounded as Holly smiled and walked to the dance floor, her cute little butt swaying back and forth in a hypnotic manner. I'd spent the last hour talking and falling in love with a girl that must be Harry's new stepsister and she never bothered to mention that little piece of information.

Holly moved gracefully, matching her partner's move perfectly as though she'd been dancing since birth. She laughed and smiled as they talked and danced, occasionally looking back towards me. Whenever she smiled at me I felt totally relaxed and happy; there was just something about Holly that made me feel better than I ever did before.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were Harry's step-sister?" I asked when she came back.

"It didn't seem that important." She said with a grin as she pulled me to the dance floor. "Come on, let's dance!"

If watching Holly dance was good, holding her in my arms while I danced with her was Heaven on Earth! She looked fabulous in her gown; it fit her like a glove and was cut low enough to show off enough of her breasts to get me all worked up. It must have been obvious that we were meant for each other since every time I looked around; our families were looking at us and smiling. I couldn't help but smile back, it just felt right.

We danced every song the band played; the slow songs, the fast ones, the Chicken Dance, the Hokey-Pokey, you name it and we danced to it. I would never have though about doing something as dumb as the Hokey-Pokey before but it was worth it to see Holly stick her sexy looking legs out from under her gown. Anything was worth doing if Holly was there doing it with me!

At the end of the night I asked Holly for her phone number. She smiled, kissed me on the cheek and said that it would be long distance but that she'd write if I liked. She said she'd get my address from Harry when she saw him and was gone before I could get hers. It would be tough waiting for the first letter from the girl I planned to marry. Wonder what Harry will think of being my Brother-in-Law?

I waited for weeks yet no letter from Holly ever came. We seemed so right for each other at the wedding, what could have gone wrong, I wondered?

I decided that she must be busy or something but would eventually write, she seemed as interested in me as I was in her. Meanwhile I'd keep busy playing a few pranks. Since I met Holly I'd been slacking off, now it was time to have a little fun.

I broke into the school one evening, set off a smoke bomb in the Chemistry lab, and then sealed the doors with Super Glue. I couldn't wait for the town's inept volunteer firemen to try to figure out how they'd get in to put out the fire and it would be hilarious when they found that it was only a little smoke bomb.

Things didn't go exactly as planned though; the smoke bomb caught some papers on fire, the papers caught a lab table on fire, and soon the entire Chemistry lab was on fire. They had to break the doors with axes to get in and put it out.

I tried to sneak away but I heard someone shout. "He did it, I saw him come out oft the school!" Before I could push through the crowd the cops grabbed me, put handcuffs on me, and threw me in to the back of the patrol car. I knew this was going to be a tough one to get away with but if I could, it would be my last.

My parents weren't about to intercede for me, "You've pulled your last stunt boy!" My dad vowed. "I hope they throw the book at you!"

The judge wasn't taken in by my promise to reform, it seems my smoke bomb ended up causing over $50,000 in damages and he intended to make me pay.

"Looking at your record, I see that your parents have been unsuccessful in making you a productive member of this community," He glared at me as he spoke. "Left to your own devices you're likely going to seriously hurt yourself or someone else in the near future and even though the prospect of your getting hurt may warm the hearts of many members of this community, I can't let that happen. After discussing this with the school officials, the police, and your parents, I'm sending you to the Great Indian River Learning Center for the next two years. I have a feeling that you'll be a different person after spending a few years there."

The judge and my family must have thought I'd break down and beg for mercy, didn't they realize that my best friend Harry was also at Great Indian River? If they didn't, I wasn't about to say anything. I just nodded and acted as though I was sentenced to a horrid punishment.

"This isn't going to be fun for you," Dad said as we drove to Great Indian River. "Mom and I weren't happy about this but it had to be done. It's going to be a huge change but it's supposed to be one hundred percent effective in settling down troublemaking boys like you."

We were taken directly to the office where the Principal, Mrs. Williams, explained that I would be required to wear a school uniform while attending regular classes, but could dress in casual clothes while taking behavior modification classes unless otherwise required. Any offenses would be dealt with harshly and could result in my being dismissed from Great River and sent to a juvenile detention center until I was eighteen.

"Trust me," She said in a voice that sent a shiver through me. "You don't even want to know what they'd do to a boy like you in one of those places. Let's just say that you wouldn't be much of a boy for long. At least here, you'll have a choice."

"A choice? What the heck was she talking about", I wondered. Before I could ask though my mom kissed me and dad hugged me. "Good luck," Dad told me as he and mom walked out. "Mrs. Williams will show you around, mom and I will be in touch after you've had time to settle in."

Mrs. Williams walked me to my new room where dad had already left a suitcase on the bed. "Behave yourself, and don't try to run away." She cautioned. "You'll hate the penalty. Start getting unpacked, when your roommate gets here she'll help you change after which I want you back in my office."

She certainly wasn't the friendliest person in the world, I thought as she turned and brusquely walked out of the room. Must be some sort of a liberal school though since she said my roommate was a she."

The room was pretty big and had two of everything; beds desks, tables, and walk -in closets. There must have been two girls in the room at one time since both closets were filled with girl's clothes, making me wonder why one of them had left everything behind? I looked around the room and noticed several pictures on a desk. When I got close enough to look at them my heart started to pound. The pictures were all of Holly, Harry's stepsister, the hot babe from the wedding! Now she was going to be my roommate? I had to have died and went to heaven.

No wonder she didn't want to give me her address, I guess she was embarrassed to be here. Still, something about the pictures confused me; there were several pictures of Holly with her dad, brother, and stepmother together but there were no pictures of her and Harry or with just her dad or brother. If she grew up with her dad and brother, why didn't she have any pictures of them? She looked so familiar in the pictures with her and Harry's mom yet not quite the girl I met at the wedding. What really threw me though was a picture of Harry and me, a picture his mom loved and that had always been on the mantle in his mom's house. Did she think I was that special that she talked her step mom out of the picture she loved?

"I thought I warned you about getting sent her Bozo," A cheery voice called out from behind me. "You never were all that bright, the wedding certainly proved that!"

I wheeled around to see Holly standing there in a short denim skirt and a yellow tee with "Boy Toy" written across it. "Long time no see, huh?" She asked with a big grin.

"Now I know I've gone to Heaven." I smiled as I checked her out. "That judge must have been nuts, sending me here as punishment and I get a gorgeous girl as a roomie!"

"Trust me," Holly smiled and shook her pretty head. "He wasn't nuts, you are being punished, but thanks for the compliment anyhow Bozo."

"Bozo, there was that name again. I thought to myself; it was Harry's favorite name for me when we hung out together as kids.

"Did your brother tell you to call me that?" I hoped so, it sounded so much better coming from her.

"My brother never met you before the wedding so I kind of doubt it." She had this silly look on her face that I knew I'd seen before.

"Your brother and I grew up together. We were almost brothers ourselves."

"Nope, sorry Bozo, you and I grew up together, remember? I doubt we'd be considered brothers anymore though!" She laughed and plopped down on the bed.

There was that maddening grin again.

"Not likely sweetie." I shot right back with a grin of my own. "Unless this is the twilight zone, we only met when your dad married Harry's mom."

"We met at the Crafton Heights Pre-School and my dad died when I was eleven."

Now I was getting totally ticked off. "Cut the crap will you Holly, it's just not funny."

"Still don't get it, do you?" She laughed and pointed to a bottle in the shower. "Tell you what I'll explain while you're getting changed, Mrs. Williams doesn't like to be kept waiting. Get undressed and get in the shower, lose any leg hair by using the hair removal cream on them and use the razor on your underarm hair. Yell if you need help, I'll pick out something nice for you to wear."

"No!" I said as forcefully as possible. "Nothing is making any sense. I'm stuck in the goofiest reform school with a girl for a roommate who keeps telling me things that I know aren't true and now I'm supposed to shower and get rid of the hair on my legs and my underarms. I'm not doing another thing until someone tells me what's going on around here."

Holly shook her head and started to pull clothes out of drawers. "You were always stubborn Frank, it would have been so much better if you had listened to what I said in my letters but no, you had to find out for yourself."

"Will you cut that out?" I screamed. "You never wrote me any letters, we never met before Harry's mother's wedding, and I never went to pre-school with you either!"

Holly sighed; she put down the clothes she'd been picking out and began rattling off details of my life that blew me completely away. She knew everything about how Harry and I met, what we'd done, the girls we'd liked, everything!

"You must have a fantastic memory and you can tell Harry that it was a nice try but I'm not dumb enough to fall for it." I said smugly.

"You can't be that stupid Frank, nobody can!" She reached into a drawer and threw a stack of letters in my lap. "Don't you get it? I'm Harry!" She shouted. "These are all of the letters you wrote to me, to Harry!"

I was getting very ticked off; this chick was getting to be a huge pain in my butt! "Yeah, sure you are. How's this sound, Harry gave you the letters and I'm really Bill Gates?" I was feeling very confused but then I looked at her cute, upturned nose and knew I had her. "How stupid do you think I am? Even if Harry were goofy enough to dress up like a fag, he'd still have a big, busted up nose, and you don't."

"Don't ever call me a fag!" She said threateningly. "I'm a girl, not some guy pretending to be one, and you better never forget that!"

"Hey, if you want to be a girl, go right ahead, don't let me stop you." Yep, I could hear the Twilight Zone theme song starting up. I couldn't even start to figure out what kind of weird game she was playing but he sure got pissed so I'd just ease off.

"The nose job was compliments of my new dad," Holly relaxed and smiled. "He arranged for me to get it fixed, he said he wanted everyone to see how pretty his little girl really was. He's a real sweetie and I love him to bits!"

I stared at her carefully, trying to imagine what she'd look like with Harry's nose. After a couple of minutes of trying I gave up; she almost would've looked a little like Harry but I couldn't picture her as Harry, no way, no how.

"You don't get it, do you?" She laughed as she handed me a photo album. "You really are dumb, do you know that? Your best friend Harry gets sent to this school. He told you that something terrible was going to happen to him and to make sure that you never got sent here. You kept looking for him at the wedding but found some girl named Holly who just happened to have the same parents as Harry. Now that same girl can tell you everything about you and Harry that even you have to admit, no one else could know. Here's one last chance to show you're smarter than I think; have you seen a single boy anywhere since you were brought to this school?"

I thought for a bit and then shrugged. "No, but what's that got to do with anything?"

"For God's sake, open the damned album and see for yourself!" She screamed.

She seemed really pissed so I opened the album and there was Harry, busted up nose and all, smiling at me. I turned the page and there he was, smiling again, but this time he had blue eye makeup on. As I turned the pages Harry was wearing more and more makeup, his nose looked just like Holly's and his hair was curled, like a girl's. Next came pictures of Harry with makeup, his hair long, wearing girl's clothes; a school uniform, skirts and dresses. It was so spooky; each picture was a little different than the one before it and each one showed Harry looking more and more like Holly. Then I saw it, a picture of Holly in the gown she wore to the wedding. Her hair wasn't fixed like Holly's was that night and she had less makeup on but it was definitely Holly but at the same time it was really obvious that it was also Harry, or at least had been Harry. I turned back to the first picture of Harry, then back to the picture of Holly and felt very, very sick; I had the hots for another guy; my best friend.

"Harry?" I asked, afraid of the answer I sort of knew I was going to get.

Holly smiled and shook her pretty head. "In the flesh!"

"What's going on, how come you look like that? Do the other guys here know that you're pretending to be a girl?" Talk about problems; I started with a dream girl for a roomie and she turned out to be my best buddy. Why did they stick me with him for a roommate, if the other guys knew about him they'd think I was queer or something?

"You really are that stupid," She muttered as she opened the closet on what must be my side of the room displaying nothing but girl's clothing. "This isn't a co-ed reform school you jerk, there aren't any guys here to care if I dress this way. Remember how I said the students joke about the school name? Think about it, Great Indian River Learning Center's initials spell GIRL Center! That's why there aren't any guys here, they send guys here and then they make girls out of them! Can you guess who will be wearing all of these pretty outfits?"

I was getting a little sick as I stared at the closet wondering if he, I mean she, or whatever, was completely nuts. I didn't know why he was getting such a kick out of pretending to be a girl but I knew for certain that I didn't have any desire to join in his sick little game.

She gestured towards the bathroom. "Now, you have thirty minutes to shower and be in the principal's office before she comes looking for you. If you don't want her to give you a shower, you'd better get busy. "

I was still confused and didn't care for the thoughts going through my mind but I cared a lot less for the idea of the principal giving me a shower.

"Toss out the clothes you're wearing, you can have them back when you leave." Holly called as I closed the door behind me. "Smear some of the stuff in that pink bottle on your legs, and then rinse your legs off last."

Behind the locked door I removed my pants, shirt, socks, and underwear and with a shaking hand passed them out to Holly. I smeared the goop on my legs then fifteen minutes later, minus the little bit of leg hair I had, and wrapped in a fluffy pink robe, I sat scared stiff as Holly applied pink nail polish to my fingernails and toenails.

"No, please, not this." I begged as Holly handed me a pair of nylon panties. "I'll do anything, just not this."

"You ran out of options when you set the Chemistry lab on fire, now get them on while I show you how to fasten a bra. Unless of course you'd rather have Mrs. Williams help you?"

The last person I wanted help from was Mrs. Williams, that woman scared me! I nodded meekly, pulled on the panties and let Holly give me a lesson in bras. After that came the pantyhose, slip, dress, and a pair of flats.

"You're kind of cute, do you know that?" Holly teased as she brushed my hair into sort of a girl's style. "You're going to be a real heartbreaker!"

"You're all nuts, do you know that?" I hissed to Holly as we walked the corridors to Mrs. Williams' office. "I look like a guy, I'll always look like a guy and I'll always be a guy."

"Keep telling yourself that." She whispered as we entered the office. "God knows I did."

She must have felt me tighten up at her little joke. "No one will hurt you, I'll be there to help, and you're going to be okay." She whispered as she squeezed my hand.

What I wouldn't have given for a time machine as Holly opened the door to the office. I'd go back and be the best person imaginable; I'd do well in school, I'd be polite, no one would ever know I was there, anything to get out of the trouble I was in.

"Please have seats ladies." Mrs. Williams gestured towards two chairs in front of her desk. "You look very nice for your first time Faith; this is your first time in girl's clothes isn't it?"

I glanced around to see whom she was talking to.

"Please look at me when I'm speaking to you Faith, it's a sign of respect." She admonished to whomever it was she was talking to. Since Holly and I were the only other ones in the room I had a horrible feeling that I was the Faith she kept referring to. A nudge from Holly confirmed it.

I quickly turned my attention to Mrs. Williams. Jeez, that woman scared the crap out of me!

"Thank you, that's much better Faith." She smiled.

Smiling didn't help; even her smiles made my blood run cold.

"Well, is this the first time you've dressed in girl's clothing?"

"Uh, yeah, of course."

She raised and eyebrow and gave me a stare that made me want to crawl under my chair. "Please try to use proper grammar young lady."

"Yes, it is." I said as nicely as possible, trying desperately not to offend.

"How do you feel about wearing them now?"

"Stupid!" I blurted out without thinking. Crap, now she's going to knock me off my chair!

Instead of glaring, Mrs. Williams smiled. "I expect you do Faith, but that's not important. Soon you'll be so used to dressing this way that it will be second nature to you. You'll also begin to act and think like the young woman you'll appear to be, it can't be helped."

I couldn't help myself, it was bad enough sitting here dressed like a girl and then she had to call me by a girl's name, but the thought of pretty much changing into a girl tore me up. I couldn't stop the tears welling in my eyes from rolling down my cheeks.

"No, please don't do this to me; I don't want to be a girl. I'll behave; I'll do anything, just send me home." I sobbed.

"That's entirely out of the question Faith dear." Mrs. Williams shook her head. She glanced at a folder on the desk in front of her. "Your being here is entirely your choice. Your record shows that you've had many chances to change your ways but you always seemed to laugh them off and get into even more trouble. If you didn't want to come here why didn't you do something to help yourself?"

"I meant to change, really I did." I swore. "If I could just have another chance..."

"No." Mrs. Williams said sternly. "There will be no second chances until you finish the program here. After that, you may decide to leave or continue your education here. I'm sure you'll find that we at Great Indian River have an excellent academic program that will leave you extremely well prepared for post-secondary educatiMany of our girls have been accepted into the fines schools in the country."

"You can't make a girl out of me, it ain't right!" I screamed as more tears ran down my cheeks.

"The courts have decreed that it is indeed right. In the past twenty years hundreds of hard case boys just like you have temporarily become refined young women while at Great Indian River. Every last one of them also swore that it wasn't right; many are now well-adjusted husbands and fathers, a few have risen to executive positions within major firms, none regret the time they spent here."

"Why?" I choked. "Why do I have to be a girl?"

"Simply because studies of unruly young men like you have shown that they all feel a need to control their lives, to be dominant. Your behavior is a manifestation of a need to control so we take away that need; you become a young lady who is treated deferentially, you learn to give, not take, to use your intelligence to affect your life, not your strength. It's amusing in a way to see a crude boy who was out of control switch to a sweet young lady in a manner of weeks."

"The rougher the boy, the faster he switches." She continued. "Oddly enough, it seems that the boys who do the most swaggering, get into the most trouble, have a very strictly defined concept of what girls should be like; all sugar and spice and everything nice. Once they are forced to become girls, that mental image takes over and the former gang leader becomes a beauty queen. Some of my prettiest, sweetest girls have been former gang members."

"What if I don't break?" I asked looking for a possible out. "Are you going to brainwash me or something?"

"You've read too many spy novels Faith dear." She laughed for the first time since I met her but she still seemed cold. "We could get into quite a bit of trouble if we even thought of doing something as silly as that. No, after a few weeks you'll find that being a girl comes quite easily to you. Now, let me explain the schedule of classes and activities available."

I sat there for nearly an hour listening to the classes I'd take; Algebra, History, English, along with classes in personal grooming and poise. The last two it was explained were because all students at Great Indian River were expected to present themselves at their best in public.

"Public?" I asked in dread. "I'm not really going to have to leave this place in a dress am I?"

"Not if you don't want to." Mrs. Williams countered. "And you certainly will not be permitted to for the first month. After that, if you wish and feel confident enough, there is a shuttle into and out of town every evening and several times each day on the weekends"

"You'll get so lonely sitting in your room, and it's so nice in town, there's a mall with lots of great places to shop, a food court, multiplex theatre, and there are dances for the kids every weekend too." Holly explained enthusiastically.

"Every girl is assigned a big sister when she arrives." Mrs. Williams continued. "Holly requested that she be yours. She will help you adjust and answer any questions you may have. If you feel that you have any problems that she cannot help with, please feel free to ask me for help. You have the rest of the weekend to get settled in, classes begin Monday at eight."

I was handed a schedule listing all of my classes and suddenly it was over. As far as anyone cared, I was just another new girl in the school. But I knew that this was one time Great Indian River would fail; I would never give in, I'd have to wear the silly clothes but I'd always be a boy and they would never change that!

Back in our room I tried to get Holly to help me plan an escape. "I know I can do it, you can come with me and get away from this zoo!"

"No, I'm not going anywhere." She said firmly. "I'm better off than I was three years ago. I'm happy, I've got tons of friends, and I've pretty much locked up a scholarship for State University when I graduate."

"Come on, admit it. You're afraid of what that old hag Williams would do if she caught you but this time she won't! Your mom would never send you back; we can talk her into getting us out of this mess."

"I know what Mrs. Williams would do remember, she caught me once before. I don't want to lose my privileges and go through that torture again. Besides, mom and daddy know that I love it here!"

I wondered what had happened to my buddy Harry. He had always been willing to try a new adventure and I couldn't think of a single thing that scared him. Now, he was just a scared little girl, afraid to take a chance.

"You know you don't love it here so quit saying that." I insisted. "Are you sure they don't brainwash you here? That's what happened wasn't it? They caught you trying to escape and brainwashed you into thinking you're a girl."

Holly shook her head and sighed deeply. "I haven't been brainwashed, I really do love this place, and as a matter of fact I am a girl!"

With that she took off her top and skirt. "Look at these," She said proudly as she thrust out her chest. "Do boys have breasts like these? I wear a size thirty two B bra and there's not a bit of padding in it!"

Placing her hands on her panty clad butt she thrust out her hip and asked. "How may boys have curves like this? Do you know any fifteen year old boys with a figure like mine?"

If it weren't for the slight bulge in the front of her panties I would have sworn that I was looking at a girl. What had they done to my buddy?

"What happened, you said that they wouldn't try to change me physically? Do your parents know about this? They could sue this place for what they did to you!"

"How stupid can you be Faith Jordan?" She asked exasperatedly. "This was all my idea! I decided to become a girl two years ago when I was thirteen. Mom took me to a shrink and we talked it over with Mrs. Williams who agreed to let me stay once my sentence was over. I started taking hormones and once I graduate I'll have the final operation."

"No, you can't do that!" I screamed. "You're my best friend Harry, a boy; they're just making you think this way to control you!"

"My name is Holly and although I have dated a few boys that's about as close as I come to being one!" She giggled as she put her skirt and top back on. "You didn't seem to think that I was a boy the last time we met." She said coyly.

I was beaten, my best friend had turned into a girl and I couldn't bring him back. I started to remember the pretty girl at the wedding, how good she looked in her dress, how pretty she was, how nice it felt to hold her in my arms when we danced, and how badly I wanted to kiss her. Suddenly I noticed that I was getting excited. The bulge in my pants was growing and I couldn't stop it.

"Pesky little devils." Holly giggled as she noticed my erection. "You wouldn't happen to be thinking about the wedding?"

I was too embarrassed to answer. I mean, how do you tell your best friend that you wanted to take him someplace quiet and suck face?

Holly smiled and kissed my cheek. "Thank you, it means a lot to know that you thought that way about me." She said softly.

I was alone, my buddy was gone and I had to get out of this nut house before they could do the same things to me that they did to Harry. I'd pretend to give in for now until I could think of some way to escape. I wished I could bring Harry with me but he was gone and I knew that Holly would never go.

Too bad, I found myself thinking. She's a real fox; we could have a lot of...

What's wrong with me? Holly may look like a fox but she's still as much a guy as I am. Still, those breasts and that figure didn't look like anything a guy would have.

I decided to get my suitcase unpacked as a way to get my mind off Holly. I threw open the latches and nearly died when I saw what had been packed. My suitcase was filled with panties, slips, bras, pantyhose, and makeup. A pink envelope rested on top, I opened it and saw my dad's handwriting.

"Dear Faith," It read. "Mom and I felt that this was the last hope to settle you down. We gave this a great deal of thought and although it anguished us both, we felt that there was other way. By now I imagine that you've been told all of the rules and are smart enough to realize that there is no way out. Please, for once just listen to what you're told and don't try to buck the system. Mom and I are looking forward to seeing you soon and hope there will be a positive change in your attitude. Give our best to Holly; she's putting her reputation on the line to help you."

It was signed "Good luck sweetheart, Mother and Daddy"

"Mother and Daddy?" Whatever happened to mom and dad? Only a total swish would call his father "Daddy".

"It sucks to realize that your parents knew what was going to happen to you." Holly said offhandedly. "It takes a little while to adjust but you'll manage, every girl does."

"Why do you keep talking about girls?" I asked testily. "You admitted that all of the students here are boys."

"We think of ourselves as girls." She shrugged as if it was perfectly normal for boys to think of themselves as girls. "You'll get used to it."

I shook my head and started putting away the lingerie my folks had packed. "You think they could've thrown in a couple of pairs of briefs at least."

"I know, that's the same thing I said on my first day. It's really easy to get used to wearing panties and stuff; they're much nicer than briefs."

Did she have any idea how annoying it was to hear that she went through the same things, felt the same feelings, said the same things, which I was going through? Who gave a hoot? It didn't get me out of the stupid get up that I was wearing and it didn't replace the silky underwear in my suitcase with good cotton briefs.

"Did anyone ever tell you just how incredibly annoying you are?" I pointed out. "I don't care how you felt, I don't care what you thought, just shut up and leave me alone!"

She crossed her sexy legs and stared at me for a bit before opening up on me.

"You stupid jerk! You inconsiderate moron! I'm the only Sophomore girl that's a Big Sister, I begged and pleaded to be your big sister, I should have let them assign you to one of the senior girls, you'd probably be wearing some frilly baby doll nightgown, a garter belt and fishnet stockings, a push up bra complete with fake boobs, drenched in perfume, and trying your best to retain your balance in a pair of six inch, "FM" heels!"

"Don't get your panties all twisted sweetheart." I joked, reveling in my perceived gift for comedy.

"Don't worry, I won't!" She shouted. "You will though since I'm going straight to Mrs. Williams and tell her to get you a new big sister. I just hope that you'll enjoy being all dolled up and paraded through the halls!"

I'd never seen Harry get that mad before, could it be a girl thing?

"I don't scare easily Harry, you know that." I purposely used and emphasized her male name. She looked like she was going to choke me or something but suddenly she calmed down and started to smile.

"Let me show you my first days." Her voice was dripping with sweetness as she walked to her desk and removed something.

She smoothed her skirt as she sat next to me on the bed and opened a photo album. "A gift from my big sister." She said with a smile that was making me horny.

My excitement and erection vanished in a second as I looked at pictures of my best friend Harry being given a makeover. The look of horror on his face was clear as his skin was covered with makeup and blush; blue eye shadow was applied to his lids, and dark red lipstick to his lips. The next couple of shots showed his boy's clothes being removed and him being dressed in a pink bra, garter belt, and panties with black fishnet stockings.

On the next page were pictures of Harry with his lingerie covered by a pink baby doll style nightgown that barely covered the ruffles on the back of the panties he wore. He was walking down a hall lined with what must have been other students and it was clear that he was utterly humiliated.

Other pictures in the album showed Harry in skirts so short you could see his panties peeking out, his makeup and chest padding done to make him look like a cheap whore. There was page after page of pictures of Harry in various outfits, each more humiliating than the last.

"I dressed like that every day for two weeks, in and out of class." Holly explained. "It was horrible and it's something that I swore I'd put an end to but I guess there will have to be one more poor guy that goes through it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to speak with Mrs. Williams."

I grabbed her arm as she reached for the doorknob. "I guess I goofed." I mumbled softly.

"Excuse me miss, what did you say?" Harry always knew when he had me cornered but I could tell that Holly was going to push in a way that Harry never had, in a way that only a girl could.

"I uh, I said I guess I goofed."

"I'm sorry young lady." She pressed her advantage. "You're very difficult to understand. Would you be a good girl and repeat yourself, please?"

"Knock it off Harry!" I shot back angrily. It was bad enough to have to say that I was wrong but I was being taken advantage of and I wanted it to stop!

"Harry" She said in that soft, sweet voice. "Mrs. Williams has a strict policy about when boys are allowed on campus. I'd better hurry and tell her that you've spotted one."

I caught her again as she reached for the doorknob. "C'mon," I begged. "Cut me a break, will ya?"

"I'm cutting you a break you don't deserve." She said with a nasty gleam in her eye. "Now, you either apologize or ask me nicely to be your big sister or I'm out of here!"

"Okay, I'm sorry, please be my big sister." I sighed.

"Say it nicely."

"Pretty please would you be my big sister?"

"Do you promise to be a good girl and do everything I tell you?"

There was no stopping this girl; I swear she'd have me on my knees any second now.

"I guess that depends..." I started to say but by then she had the door open and it was all I could do to get it shut and get her to sit down.

"Okay, you win anything you say." I was defeated and she knew it.

"Do you have to do that?" I pleaded as she jumped up and hugged me.

"You didn't mind holding me when we danced at the wedding." She said demurely

"I didn't know you were a guy then."

She gave me a funny look, wrapped her arms around my neck and slapped a lip lock on me that made my knees buckle. Before I could react she had forced her tongue past my lips and was making me feel things that embarrassed me.

"Do you still think I'm a guy?" She asked in a voice no teenage girl should ever be allowed to use.

"Don't ever do that again!" I insisted when I finally got my breath back.

"I'm sorry," She teased as she ran a finger slowly up my chest and kissed my cheek. "Did I do something wrong?"

How could I stop her from causing me untold embarrassment? If she knew what was happening under the skirt I had on I would have died.

"You haven't answered my question yet," She cooed. "Do you still think I'm a guy?"

"Of course you are." I tried to insist as she moved closer, her hips swaying sexily with every step. By then it was too late to hide my growing excitement; the front of my skirt had a telltale bulge in it.

"Mr. Happy thinks I'm a girl." She giggled while pointing to the bulge. "I think he likes me." I was about to mount some sort of defense when once again she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me close to her. When our lips met my resistance failed; I put my arms around her neck and met her tongue with mine.

We held our kiss for an eternity. I was in heaven, holding a beautiful girl in my arms and giving her the most passionate kisses a guy my age could manage. We finally broke off our embrace but it was too late for me, a wet spot was growing on the front of my skirt.

"I've wanted to do that to you for two years now," she said with a smile. "Ever since I decided to become a girl I've wanted to have you hold me and kiss me"

She ran a brush through her gorgeous hair then turned and smiled. "Of course, if you ever try to kiss me again I'll have to hurt you."

Any doubts that Harry had turned into a girl were instantly erased.

"You're a girl, there's no doubt about that." I groaned. "Harry would never pull such a sneaky trick."

"I'm really sorry but I just had to know." She apologized. "I've had this fantasy about you since I started taking hormones. Like I said, I had to know if you were the guy for me."

"What makes you think I'd be interested? No offense, but I prefer real girls."

"I was real enough at the wedding and it looks like you think I'm real enough now." She giggled as she stared at the spot on my skirt. "You'd better get cleaned up; you've got a hair appointment in half an hour." She handed me a pink denim skirt and another pair of panties then shooed me into the bathroom.

"Why a hair appointment?" I called as I unzipped my skirt. "I don't want to look any more like a girl than I have to."

"You have to!" she called back cheerfully. "It's all in the rule book Mrs. Williams gave you earlier. All students are required to make use of the beauty shop for hair, nails, and grooming, and are required to dress appropriately at all times. That means our uniforms for school, slacks or jeans for loafing, and dress clothes for anything special."

"If I can wear jeans, why the skirts?" I asked hoping to get into a pair of pants, any pants, just out of dresses.

"After your probationary period, you can wear anything you like. That's a month from now, until then, you're stuck wearing skirts or dresses."

I changed panties, stepped into the skirt and wondered why there were no stockings.

"That was just to show off your pretty legs to Mrs. Williams." Holly laughed. "No one ever wears stockings with denim skirts; it's a fashion faux pas!"

I smelled a rat. "Who gets to decide what I wear during that month, you or me?"

"You don't trust me!" She exclaimed, pretending to be highly offended. "You pick the clothes you'll be wearing. I may make suggestions now and then but you get the final say so on your clothes, your hair, and makeup."

"Feel better now?" She chided. "You really thought that I would pick out your clothes and make you wear something silly, didn't you?"

I ran my hands along my new skirt. "You already have."

"You're going to take a lot of work," she laughed. "Pay attention cause I don't want to have to keep telling you this stuff. You were sent here to experience life as a girl; to leave your stupid macho ideas behind and see that they aren't necessary, that it is possible to be a kind, caring, thoughtful person. All of the silly male expectations societies had for you are gone. For the next two years you can cry if you want to, you can giggle if you want to, you don't have to worry about people thinking you're weak; you don't have to act like a male dog; constantly trying to pee further up the tree than the last male dog. You'll learn to relax and then you'll find that there's a whole different world than what you were used to. If you pay attention and work hard the top colleges will come looking for you and they won't care about how you're dressed. Yes, you'll do all of that while living as a girl since you couldn't seem to grasp those ideas as a boy. After your time is up you can leave and no one will ever know that this happened."

I had to know. "Why didn't you?"

She smiled and shrugged. "I guess I got used to being a girl and found that I enjoy being feminine and pretty. No one forced it on me; I gave it a lot of thought and decided that being a girl was right for me. I knew you wouldn't understand, that's why I signed my letters as "H". I talked it over with my folks, got my nose fixed, started hormones and the rest is history."

She tossed me a pair of slip on shoes. "Come on, you've got to get your hair done."

I put on the shoes but stumbled because of the slight heel. "Do they have to have such high heels?"

"You're a girl now; they're girl's shoes which typically have heels. Since you are a girl let's get your cute little butt to the beauty shop!"

"But I don't want to get my hair done." I was starting to sound like I was whining. A couple of hours in panties and I was whining like a girl!

"Did you see any cross dressed boys when you came here?"

"No."

"Do you want anyone to see a cross dressed boy?"

I figured out that she must have meant me. "No."

"Then you'll have to look like a girl, right?

"Lead the way." I whimpered.

"You'll have to act like a girl too!" She laughed as she ran into the hall. "I can't wait to see you swishing down the street in town!"

I tried to run after her but couldn't get the hang of the shoes. "No fair, you're used to heels!" I yelled.

She stopped, laughed at me and told me to put one foot in front of the other and swing my butt. I hated to admit it but as long as I took her advice I could walk with ease.

Everything had been pre-arranged at the beauty shop; I was given a light blue plastic smock and leaned backwards over a sink to be shampooed. The shampooing felt great and I quickly fell asleep. I woke up feeling someone yanking on my brows and was sickened to see a girl with shoulder length, light brown hair and highly arched eyebrows staring at me.

"What did you do to me?" I screamed as I realized that I was looking into a mirror.

"Hush up, don't be a sissy." The woman doing my hair ordered. "Once you get used to looking like this you'll be back all the time. You're really very pretty, did you know that?"

"I can honestly say that I've never been told that by anyone."

"Get used to hearing it; you're going to hear it a lot from now on." She said simply. I was starting to feel very sick.

Two hours after walking in I had long brown hair, plucked eyebrows, curled eyelashes that had been lengthened with mascara, a light brown eye shadow on my lids, pale pink blush on my cheeks and a darker pink on my lips. My nails stuck out an inch past my fingertips and perfectly matched the shade of lipstick that I wore. The sick feeling was hard to stop when I realized that I had been made into quite a fox!

"One last thing," the woman smiled as she took a container out of a microwave. "Step out of your skirt please."

I looked at Holly who nodded. "What now?"

"Leg waxing," she beamed as I sat back down.

If sitting on a cold seat in nothing but flimsy nylon panties wasn't bad enough, the hot wax added to my woes, and I could have screamed when she removed it.

"There you go; soft, silky, and hairless for another two weeks." The woman said proudly. "You're going to have it made, you're pretty, you're small, and you have great legs."

"I'm jealous," Holly teased. "It took two years of hormones for my legs to look that good."

"I'm sick," I muttered. "Let's go back to our room please."

Once in our room I took off my skirt and top and tossed them into a heap in the corner. "Look at what they've done to me!" I wailed. "That goofy broad made me look like a ..."

"Can you say Major League Babe?" Holly teased. "'Cause you are."

"That's just friggin' wonderful. I have to dress like a chick, act like a chick, and now I look like one too. I hate to think what the guys back home would think if they saw me now."

"Let see," Holly's smile went from ear to ear. "Barry would stand there and stammer, he never was good around pretty girls. Jake would get that goofy look on his face as he wondered what you'd look like naked, Tom would definitely ask you out, he knows what he likes and believe me, you're it. Anyone else you're wondering about?"

"It was a rhetorical question you jerk." I spat.

"Me a jerk?" She laughed. "You're the hot looking honey who's wondering what boys will think of her. How dumb can that be?"

"I'm not a hot looking honey, I'm a guy for heaven's sake." Why did she have to be so dumb? Did taking female hormones somehow affect her brain? I was about to reach over and choke her when there was a commotion in the hallway.

Holly slipped out of my reach and threw open the door. A small group of girls, I guess that's what to call them, were staring into the room.

"We heard there was a new girl starting, is this her?" One of them asked.

"Someone said they saw you guys coming from the beauty shop and that she was cute." Another chimed in.

"Whoa, is she ever!" A third girl added, as she looked me over.

I suddenly realized that I was sprawled across my bed wearing nothing but a bra and panties. I made a desperate grab for my blankets to preserve my modesty.

"We're all girls here." A girl called out. "Relax, we don't bite."

How do you fight a small group of girls determined to check you out? You don't, I found out as they all streamed into the room calling out their names. Becky, Susan, Mary, Kathy, Kara, how was I supposed to remember who was who?

"What were you sent here for?" I was asked. "How do you like it? Did you know you were pretty before?" Question after question was fired at me until I finally broke down and started to answer them. Next thing I knew I was surrounded by a bunch of girls and telling them about Harry and me and then the Chemistry lab.

They all thought it was so cool that Holly and I had been friends since we were kids.

"Is this the guy from the wedding?" One asked.

"Didn't Holly warn you about this place?" Asked another.

"Are you going to date?" A third wanted to know.

"Yeah, I'm the guy from the wedding; at least I think I am." I laughed and looked at the bra and panties I was wearing. "Yeah, she warned me, but she never said I'd end up looking like this and where could I find a girl who would date a guy in a dress?"

"Not girls, guys. Are you going to date guys?" My interrogator explained.

"No way," I said, shaking my head. "I like girls."

"You are a girl, remember?" Someone felt a need to remind me. "And guys are gonna go nuts over you."

"Let her go, if she doesn't want to date guys that leaves more for the rest of us!" Someone from the group laughed. "Having her running loose could dry up the supply of guys."

"You date other guys?" I asked incredulously.

"Our boyfriends don't think of us as guys. It feels so nice when a guy holds you tight and tells you that you're pretty. I have to be a girl anyways so I might as well enjoy it."

I shook my head, was this real?

"You're serious, guys don't mind dating you?"

"It's a very liberal town," Holly tried to explain. "Over the years a lot of families moved here to be close to their new daughters and a lot of girls came back here after college so it's no big deal if a brother or son wants to date a girl from here. As long as we present ourselves as girls we're completely accepted as girls. Some of us work in town, just about every girl here shops in town, most of us date and many of us have steady boyfriends."

"Once you get used to it, being a girl is a blast!" A girl next to me exclaimed excitedly. "Guys will do almost anything for a pretty girl, all we have to do is look nice, treat them with respect, and let them take care of us; they enjoy feeling all strong and protective. You faced embarrassment every time you asked a girl for a date, right? That won't happen when you're the girl; now you're in charge, you decide if the guys cute enough to go out with! If you do decide to go out with him he'll do everything possible to win your approval, all you have to do is smile and he'll do the rest."

"Of course there is the matter of payment for his time." A girl behind me snickered. "Kisses on the cheek or letting him slip you a little tongue if he's really cute and you had a really good time."

The thought of another guy sticking his tongue in my mouth made me ill but when I looked over at Holly she smiled knowingly. Hadn't I already let another guy stick his tongue in my mouth? Hadn't I already pushed my tongue past the lips of another guy? I tried to ignore the memories of sucking face with Holly in our room earlier.

"In one of your letters you said that you had a girlfriend, but that doesn't make sense."

"I have lots of girlfriends here, they listened to me when I was upset, they taught me how to fix my own hair and stuff, and they got me through some rough times." Holly said softly as she gazed at the girls in the room. "That's what I meant but I knew you wouldn't understand and besides, we're not allowed to tell anyone else that we're girls."

"I promise I won't tell." I laughed and crossed my heart. "It's not exactly something I want to brag about."

"Are you really her big sister Holly?" The girl named Jenny asked. "That is so cool!"

"Yep, I had to promise Mrs. Williams a lot but I didn't want Faith to go through the crap some of the older girls would have put her through." Holly said proudly.

"That's a pretty name," another girl whom Holly called Mary told me. "Mary's so plain; I wish my parents had given me a pretty name like yours."

"You can have mine if you get me out of here." I joked.

"Don't even think about trying that," she said very seriously. "You don't want to know what will happen when you're caught."

"If, not when." I insisted.

"When, not if!" The girls all said in unison. And Holly claimed that there was no brainwashing.

They could try to scare me but my mind was made up; the first chance I got; I would be out of here. I'd beg and plead until my parents gave in. They could change Harry into Holly and even make him think it was his idea but I'd be long gone before they got to me.

It was pretty late when the girls finally left, after making me promise to behave and to read the student handbook Mrs. Williams had given me. They made me promise to have breakfast with their group so we could talk some more.

Holly showed me how to take off my makeup and then handed me a pair of silky

PJ's to wear. "I didn't know if you were ready for a nightgown yet."

The PJ's were light pink, trimmed with a wide band of white lace around their short sheer sleeves and the legs.

"Good thinking, it's probably best to stick to something less frilly like these." I mocked as I pulled on the bottoms. "God knows no one would ever mistake me for a girl in these."

Holly was up to the task of handling my sarcasm. "I see your point." She nodded in agreement. "I could lend you this adorable baby doll nightgown I have if you're worried about being mistaken for a boy, Faith."

"Thanks ever so much," I teased and fluffed my hair. "But I've been going through this tomboy stage lately so it's not a problem if someone thinks I'm a boy."

"Don't fret," she shot back as she slid into her bed. "In a couple of weeks no one will ever think of you as a boy, yourself included."

I was sure she was just teasing me but her casual remark kept me from getting to sleep for quite a while that night. I tossed and turned trying to sleep but I kept dreaming that I was back in my old school yet everyone called me Faith. I'd get up in the morning, shower and throw on a Tee shirt and jeans but when I looked in a mirror I was wearing a plaid uniform skirt and white blouse. Mom, dad, all of my friends, my teachers, everyone I ran into called me Faith and treated me like a girl. I was walking through the hall at school and had to use the restroom. I walked right up to the boy's bathroom but as soon as I touched the door the sign changed to "Girls". I quickly turned and reached for the other door, which also read "Girls". No matter which door I chose I would be in the girl's bathroom. I hoped for the best, pushed a door and went inside.

Large mirrors, shelves above the sink, and no urinals, greeted me. I rushed into a stall, locked the door, pulled up my skirt and pushed down my panties as if I'd done it all my life.

"At least my plumbing is still all there." I thought to myself as I sat down. I stared down at a pair of pink lace panties that had somehow come to replace the white briefs I remembered putting on after my shower. I knew I'd put on briefs, jeans, and a Tee shirt yet here I was in a plaid skirt, white blouse, lace panties, a white slip, and judging from the tight feeling on my chest, a bra.

"This just isn't right." I thought as I hefted my backpack onto the counter after finishing in the stall. "I'm a boy, I know I'm a boy, I've always been a boy, so how did I end up in girl's clothes?"

Worse yet, when I looked in the mirror as I washed my hands I saw a pretty girl with long, light brown hair instead of the boy with short, dark brown hair. When I reached for my backpack I found that it had been replaced by one of those baby backpacks that girls carried for purses.

If things weren't bad enough the door suddenly swung open and a group of girls walked in. I was about to offer some type of explanation for being in the girl's restroom when they smiled and walked past me. "Hi Faith," they all called as they headed for stalls.

I woke up several times that night but every time I went back to sleep it was as if I'd put the dream on pause and started it up again. I went from the restroom to walking down the hall, my skirt swishing about my legs, then into a classroom where I smoothed my skirt, set down my purse, and smiled at the cute guy sitting across from me. Throughout the entire school day people called me Faith and I answered with a smile. Guys flirted with me and I flirted right back, sick to my stomach that I'd do such a thing yet feeling a secret thrill that guys thought I was cute.

I was a wreck the next morning but I refused to say anything to Holly about it. I would have probably told Harry; I always felt that I could trust him, but I didn't feel the same way at all about Holly. I was sure that if I told her that I dreamed about being changed into a girl she'd jump up and down and tell all of her friends that I wanted to be a girl for real!

"Let's go sleepyhead," she called as I took my time getting out of bed. "We've got to shower, do our hair and makeup, get dressed, and be at breakfast in ninety minutes."

"But it's Sunday, a day of rest." I reminded my overly motivated roommate.

"Later, but first we have to go to breakfast, didn't you read your handbook?"

"I got a little distracted last night." I muttered as I made my way into the bathroom. "Somehow a swarm of giggling girls got into our room."

"Make a point to read it after breakfast." Holly insisted as she walked in to the bathroom behind me.

"Hey, a little privacy would be nice you know." I couldn't believe she'd just walk right in like that.

"Why, I know what you've got. The same as me, remember?"

"Almost." I added for effect. "You're a girl, remember?"

"Uh huh, and so are you now."

"Not quite, nor do I ever plan to be." I might as well have been talking to the wall; without hesitating she stepped out of her nightgown and panties and began to shower.

"You're welcome to join me," She called out as if asking if I wanted a soft drink. "It'll be faster and we can do each other's backs."

"No thanks, I'll wait."

I knew that if I got into that shower with her looking the way she did I'd be very embarrassed. How was I ever going to get used to seeing my former best friend with curves and boobs?

"Suit yourself; you might want to pick out something pretty to wear. We always dress up for Sunday breakfast and you wouldn't want to upset Mrs. Williams."

No, of course I wouldn't want to upset dear Mrs. Williams; lord knows I might end up in stocks! I wouldn't put anything past a woman who insisted on turning boys into pretty girls as a means of punishment.

"Something pretty," I asked, trying not to look at her boobs. "Don't suppose you could give your little sister a hint, huh sis?"

"Think of something you'd enjoy seeing a girl wear." She advised over the shower noise. Did she know that she was at that very moment wearing what I'd most like to see a girl wear?

I went to my closet and stared. How was I supposed to pick something pretty when I hadn't a clue as to what pretty was? Should I wear a dress or maybe a skirt and top? What color? I heard that girls matched their shoes to their outfits; that just complicated matters.

"Don't be a big baby," Holly said from behind me. "I'm here to help, not be your wardrobe consultant. Grab that blue dress; it'll go nicely with your eyes. I'll let you decide on what you wear under it."

I set the dress on my bed and picked out some plain lingerie to wear with it; white cotton panties, bra, and a half-slip along with tan pantyhose. I might have to dress in girl's stuff but it wasn't going to be the frilly colored stuff mom had picked out. Yeah, I'd probably have to wash my underwear every three days since I only had two pairs of cotton panties but it would be worth it.

After my shower I had to sit patiently while Holly did my hair. "Pay attention Faith, you've got to look nice and I'm not going to have time to do your hair every morning."

Jeez, I hated being treated like a little kid; a girl kid at that. I couldn't afford to wait too long before getting out of this place, otherwise I'd end up worrying about how pretty I looked and if my dress and shoes matched. I really hoped a way out would come my way real soon.

Holly curled my hair and helped me with a little makeup; I didn't look as good as the night before but even a dummy like me could tell that there was definite fox potential in me. I knew I'd have to work hard to prevent them from trying to convert me into a real girl.

"You make a pretty good looking girl." Holly started to say.

"Forget it, I'm a boy, I like being a boy, and I'm not going to switch!" I shouted angrily. "No one, not you, not that hag in the office, no one will ever change that!"

Now you'd think that kind of outburst would cause a normal person to retreat and try a different course of conversation. Holly, I guess, wasn't a normal person.

"Don't get your panties in a knot Faith Joanne Jordan!" She ordered. "I'm trying to help you out. God knows you're nothing to write home about as a boy, but you have the looks that most girls only dream of having; you have a fantastic complexion, your hair takes a curl very easily, your eyelashes are long and sexy, and I can't imagine an outfit that you wouldn't look good in."

"Did you ever once think that a guy wouldn't be thrilled to have those characteristics? No one's ever mentioned anything like that to be before which makes me wonder about you. How long have you been looking at me that way? Are you sure you want to be a girl or is it just a way for you to be with other guys? I don't think that the average girl looks at a guy quite the way you do."

"Trust me; you don't interest me at all." She said with a shrug. "Sure I thought about you a lot, I wondered if you'd accept me as a girl and if we could turn our friendship into something more. That's why I kissed you yesterday; to see if you turned me on. You didn't, and your constant whining is a real bummer."

"I've got news for you sweetie; you didn't do anything for me either!" I shouted. How dare she tell me that I didn't interest her? What kind of a girl was she? Oh yeah, forget about that question.

"Yeah, you mentioned that before." She laughed. "I didn't do anything for you except make you have to change your skirt, panties and stockings, remember?"

"Forget it." I grumbled. "Let's get to breakfast before the dragon lady comes looking for me."

"Mrs. Williams is a real sweetheart but you'll have to find that out for yourself."

I wondered what power that old bat had over Holly; was she the one who persuaded my best friend to become a girl?

With heels on I was forced to walk at a slower pace and in a different way. I pretty much had to put one foot in front of the other if I wanted to keep my balance. I could put up with that but it really ticked me that by walking like that my butt would sway just like a girl's! It had to be just another sneaky way to change me into a girl.

"Do I have to wear heels all the time?" I complained. "It sucks trying to walk in them."

"Will you ever stop whining?" Holly seemed to be getting very annoyed but that was her problem. I couldn't help that she thought it was great to pretend to be a girl; I never asked for this kind of crap and I wasn't going to smile and be a good girl either.

"Just as soon as I get out of this nut house." I snarled. If she could be nasty, so could I.

We were still at each other's throats over breakfast and when we got back to the room Holly announced that she was going out and that if I had any brains left, I should read my handbook. Earlier I had been hoping that she'd show me around the school but by then I was mad enough to be happy to see her leave.

"Big date?" I asked as bitterly as possible.

Holly brushed her hair into a ponytail before tying a green ribbon into it. "No," She answered sweetly, refusing to take my bait. "Just going into town with a couple of the girls to cruise for guys. Be nice and we'll take you along in a couple of weeks."

She slipped off the dress she wore to breakfast and pulled on a black skirt that was considerably tighter and shorter.

"It pays to advertise." She smiled, slung a purse over her shoulder and left leaving me very confused.

My best friend thinks he's a girl; he wears girl's clothes and makeup, he uses a girl's name, he looks totally hot, and his kisses make me hornier than any girl ever did. I'm stuck in a nut house where I'll have to spend the next two years pretending to be a girl too. How long before I start thinking that I'm a girl? What if I can't find a way to escape? I'll kill myself before I let them change me into some sort of queer like Holly.

I made myself comfortable on my bed, at least as comfortable as I could in a dress and stockings, and started to read my handbook. Just like Holly had said, all students were expected to wear the skirt and blouse uniform for school, white knee socks, with the proper lingerie consisting of panties, bra, and a slip. Light makeup and cologne would be allowed; hair should be neat, and no excessive jewelry would be permitted.

After class students who had been at Great Indian River for less than one month were required to wear casual skirts or dresses with the proper lingerie; makeup and jewelry were optional. For special occasions such as Sunday breakfast, casual outfits were banned; all students were to wear dressy outfits such as dresses or skirts with dressy blouses. After being here for a month students were permitted to wear slacks, jeans, or shorts, depending on the weather and as a bonus, every Friday we were all permitted to wear dresses to class instead of our uniforms.

Hygiene was a big item; all students were to keep their hair washed, brushed, and if long, out of their faces. We were expected to keep our nails well manicured; nail polish was optional, and our bodies cleanly shaven. It didn't seem like anything had been overlooked, if a girl wore it or did it, so would we.

Students here less than the magic month were not permitted to leave the grounds, after that though they were required to sign out but could work in town or spend their free time there if their grades were satisfactory. Any student caught trying to leave the campus without permission would be punished and lose their privileges for three weeks. A second attempt to leave would result in the student being expelled and turned over to the court that sentenced them. The same punishment was spelled out for failure to pass.

Being turned back over to the court might be a problem, I thought I could talk mom and dad into not sending me back here but getting around a judge, especially one who would sentence a boy here, would be tricky. Still I figured I could handle it.

The handbook covered everything; classes, spare time, clothing, privileges which included an Olympic sized pool, letter writing, and visitors, as well as being allowed to leave campus for periods of time over the weekend or holidays if we wanted to spend time with our families.

Fat chance of my spending time with my family after they let me make a fool of myself at the wedding. They must have known who Holly really was yet they didn't bother to tell me that the girl I was falling in love with was my best friend in a dress. I'd happily use them to get out of here but I'd never forgive them.

After going though the handbook I got up and started to look through my closet. Sure enough, every type of outfit I'd need was there; uniform skirts and blouses, casual and dressy outfits with matching shoes, everything a girl could want except pants; there wasn't a pair of pants to be found anywhere in that large closet.

My dresser drawers were even worse; tons of panties, stockings, slips, and bras, dripping in lace and many of them matching sets. I was getting excited looking at all of the delicate clothes; let's face it, boys never get to se that sort of stuff on girls; they see the ordinary outerwear but never the sexy stuff. I never even imagined a girl would wear such things, but it looked like my parents planned on my wearing them.

Holly came back later that evening, while I was doing an inventory of my new underwear. "I'll bet you never imagined wearing some of those things." She joked as she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped out of her skirt.

"I don't suppose you could undress in private and possibly wear some clothes when you're around me?" She had to know that it drove me crazy to see her undressed. "I'm sick of seeing you like that."

"You never minded when we were kids and slept in our underwear." She said with a shrug as she took off her slip and started to undo her bra. "What's the big deal now?"

"You were a boy then, remember?" I couldn't help staring as her breasts came free of her bra.

"Yeah," She giggled as she stood there in just a pair of panties, her breasts tempting me. "The bad old days, I much prefer being a girl!"

She rummaged through her drawers and came out with a baby doll nightgown and ruffled panties. She stepped into the panties and slid the gown over her head tugging it down to mid thigh.

"Like what you see?" She asked in a voice that was way too seductive for her age. I could feel Mr. Happy stirring again.

"Very weird," I muttered white staring at the very sexy looking girl in front of me. "You're not at all like Harry; somehow you've even managed to change mentally."

"I'm really becoming a girl Faith," She said softly. "You've got to accept that your old friend Harry is gone forever."

"Tell me the truth; is that what's planned for me? Am I supposed to take hormones and turn into a girl too?"

"Outside of spending two years here, nothing is planned for you Faith. Once you're time is up, Frank can go home and no one will ever know about Faith. If before then you find yourself thinking that you might not want to be Frank again let me know. It's not a decision to take lightly and I might be able to help. You don't have to go through a sex change to look pretty."

"Don't hold your breath, I'm happy the way I am." I told her as convincingly as I could.

"That's only because you haven't tried anything else. Who knows you might end up being one of the boys that Mrs. Williams talked about; you know the kind that goes all sugar and spice?"

"Not me!" I insisted. "This guy's staying a guy and no one will ever make me like wearing girl's stuff."

"Wanna bet?" She asked mischievously. "I'll bet that I can make you enjoy being all dolled up."

I didn't like the look on her face but if she was dumb enough to bet then who was I to talk her out of it?

"What do I have to do?"

"Good girl!" She cheered. "That's the first step. Now, just let me get you all prettied up tonight, wear whatever I pick for you to wear under your uniform tomorrow and whatever I choose for after class. I'm betting that after a full day in frilly outfits, you'll admit that you're a girlie-girl, a girl that loves to dress up and look pretty!"

"That sucks, what do I get when you lose?"

"Remember the way I kissed you on Saturday?" She asked with a smile. "Better have clean panties ready. Of course, if I win, I get to pick your clothes for another week"

I knew I had the bet won so I decided to up the ante a bit.

"A week, when you lose, I want you to kiss me goodnight like that for a week." I insisted.

"Get real, I already told you that I don't get turned on when I kiss you." Suddenly she screwed up her face. "Why would I want to kiss you goodnight for a solid week?"

"You're choice, no kisses, no bet." I smirked. I had her right where I wanted her.

"Are my kisses worth trying it for a week?" She gave me a smile that simply melted any resistance I had. "If you try being a girlie girl for a week and don't like it, I'll give you a goodnight kiss and wake you up with a kiss every day for a week."

I should have stuck to my guns and kept it to one day but she looked so hot when she smiled, and Mr. Happy seemed to feel it was a good bet so I agreed.

She was ecstatic that I'd agree. "I can't wait to see your reaction when you realize that you enjoy getting all dolled up! I can't wait to get pictures of my new girlfriend, Miss Faith Joanne Jordan."

"Why would you want pictures of a miserable guy in a dress?" I asked in an innocent tone.

"You can put on a brave front now Faith, but I know that once I get you all prettied up you'll beg for more."

"Talk's cheap!" I shot back with a smile.

She raced over to her dresser and pulled out a bottle. "Time for your bath, young lady." The next thing I knew I was sitting in a tub of hot water, covered in scented bubbles.

"The first step in making you into a girl is pampering you." Holly told me as she picked an outfit for me. "Don't get out until I tell you to."

Lying back in the hot tub of water I was in no real hurry for Holly to tell me to get out. I hadn't had a bubble bath since I was a little kid and it felt fantastic. I fell asleep dreaming of the goodnight kisses I'd soon be getting.

Sure, I knew Holly was still a guy but all I could picture was the gorgeous girl that I had in my arms at the wedding, the kiss she gave me that first night, and those nicely formed breasts that she's so proud to show off. No guy could ever look as pretty as Holly or act as girlish as she did; it didn't take much for me to forget Harry and Holly's kisses filled that bill nicely.

"Time to get dressed Faith dear," Holly called, waking me from my dreams. "You're going to love the outfits I've chosen for you."

As I stepped out of the tub I noticed a pair of panties lying on the table. Then again, that wasn't nearly good enough for those things though; they were nothing but lace; sheer, pink lace, front and back, a little less sheer in the front, but not by much.

"Are you goofy?" I yelled out to Holly. "You don't expect me to wear these things, do you?"

"Throwing in the towel already little sister? Afraid that you can't handle the way you'll feel, afraid that you might just be a girlie-girl after all?"

"Of course not, it just takes a little getting used to, that's all." I called out as I took a deep breath and stepped into the panties. A cold chill running up my spine immediately overcame me, causing me to involuntarily shudder. These were not the cotton panties I had worn the last two days, not in style, not in texture, and certainly not in design. "I didn't expect anything like this."

The panties I had worn before were more functional than pretty; plain white, no lace anywhere, except for the lack of a front opening I could almost think of them as briefs. Obviously the ones I was now wearing were designed to make a girl feel special and somehow they were having a similar effect on me.

I didn't exactly feel pretty or anything as silly as that, it's just that I, well I felt different; like I was doing something horribly wrong but having a great time doing it. I caught a glance of my butt in the mirror on the door and at first I thought that I was looking at Holly. Nice smooth legs, cute butt shaped by sexy panties, I started getting excited until I realized that I was seeing my own reflection! Without thinking I started rubbing my butt through the panties and before I realized what was happening I was also rubbing. Mr. Happy to his obvious delight

"Having fun yet?" Holly asked as though she could see what I was doing." Don't you dare get those panties messed up; I want you to keep them on for a while yet."

Did she have X-ray vision or what? What had been a fine erection collapsed like a balloon with a hole in it.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door. "What kind of pervert do you think I am?"

"Average, garden variety who likes the way those panties feel." She said as she rewrapped my towel girl style. "A lady keeps her chest covered as well."

I was ushered over to her vanity where she went to work on my hair and makeup. "You're gonna be so cute," She told me over and over as she rolled my hair onto heated curlers. "Later I'm gonna set it right so you can look like a good girl for class tomorrow. For now though I'm gonna make you look so hot you'll burn up with desire."

"I'll have to sleep with curlers? No thanks, I'm not into self inflicted pain."

She never even broke her rhythm of reaching for a curler, grabbing a lock of hair, rolling it and pinning it. "It's not self inflicted, I'm inflicting it and it's something you need to get used to if you're going to be a girl for a couple of years."

"I told you that I'm getting out the first chance I get. I don't know when that will be but it will sure as heck be less than a couple of years."

"Please don't do anything stupid, you can't get out and it's not worth trying. Trust me; staying put isn't as horrible as you think. It's kind of weird at first but then you get used to it and realize that there are worse ways to spend your sentence. I told you; when it's over you can be Frank again, no one's going to know about Faith."

I felt bad for her; she was pretty much begging me to stay put but I knew I couldn't. "Could we please get going here, I'm looking forward to those goodnight kisses I'll be getting.

"At least promise to tell me when you plan to leave, I'd like to have one more chance to talk you out of it."

"Fine, you'll be the first to know but I'll never forgive you if you tell Williams."

"Deal!" Holly seemed happy with that small concession and joyfully continued trying to make a girl out of me. She carefully applied liquid makeup to my face, smearing it around with a small sponge before brushing on a lighter powder and blush.

"Your first outfit will be the gown I wore to my parent's wedding Faith, we're about the same size and I know the color will look good with your complexion. I chose a light pink blush and a peach eye shadow to compliment the gown." She was going on and on, seemingly getting off on describing how she planned to treat me like an overgrown Barbie doll. "We'll fix your hair up exactly like the way I had my hair done and we'll change your nail color to match your gown. You're gonna love being a pretty girl!"

"No, I'm sure I won't love it and I won't be pretty or a girl." I hated to have to shoot her down but she was way out in the ionosphere and getting farther away as she described every detail of my transformation.

"Trust me, okay?" She asked in a voice dripping with sweetness. "After all, if I lose, I have to kiss you."

"For a week, every night." I didn't want her to forget the exact details of her foolish bet.

Holly didn't bother to answer, instead choosing to go merrily about trying to make me as pretty as she could. I sat there silently wondering why she'd go through so much trouble for a bet she was destined to lose.

"That takes care of your pretty face," she announced. "Now let's get started on your hair and then your lingerie. We'll save the gown for last so that you don't get any makeup on it."

She had an enormous grin on her face as she picked up something that eerily resembled a set of breasts.

"What've you got there, it looks like a boob?"

"Right the first time sweetie." Holly laughed as she squeezed some sort of gunk from a tube onto the back of the boobs. "They're called breast forms; they were what I used before I grew my own. Now they're going to be yours for a week."

I couldn't take my eyes off them; it seemed so weird to see someone holding boobs in their hands. "Get real, what do I need fake boobs for, I know that bra I wore was padded."

Without another word Holly undid my towel and placed the boobs against my bare chest. "Hold them for a bit, would you please?" She asked as she placed my hands against them. "The glue takes about thirty seconds to set."

"Glue, tell me you didn't glue them on." I insisted. "I told you I didn't need them that my bra was pretty well padded."

"That one was," she laughed as she held up another bra that like the panties I wore was all lace. "This one isn't though. Pay attention, I'll teach you how to put one on all by yourself"

Releasing my grip on my new breasts I held the bra backwards in front of me and hooked the two ends together. I worked the bra around until the cups were directly under my new boobs then carefully worked the straps onto my shoulders. "No need to be that delicate," Holly laughed as she watched. "Those babies aren't coming off without the solvent. You might say that you're stuck with them!"

I tried to avoid looking at myself in the mirror; I couldn't handle the hot looking chick wearing nothing but a bra and panties staring back at me. I couldn't say anything to her but Holly had done a fantastic job on me; my eyes looked so big and wide, my cheeks were smooth looking and looked sort of like I'd spent some time in the sun, sort of a beach bunny type look. My lips begged to be kissed and I had a set of boobs that would cause guys to trip on their tongues. I half wanted to tell her to stop; if she made me any prettier I'd start to question my own masculinity. Of course if I did, I know she'd push me even harder to be a girl and I could easily see myself ending up double dating with her. For a couple of kisses I'd gotten myself into a really crappy situation.

Holly gently shook my shoulder. "Snap out of it Faith, you're not done yet. Put this around your waist and hook it up."

I looked in confusion at what she was handing me. The same pink lace as the bra and panties, it was sort of like panties but completely open and had several long straps hanging down.

"A garter belt for your stockings," She smiled, reading the confused look on my face. "The straps get threaded though the inside of your panties"

"I don't get it, how do I hook pantyhose up to these?" I asked as I threaded the delicate straps through my panties

"They're not for pantyhose silly girl, they're for these." She held up a pair of pantyhose legs that weren't connected. "Nylons; silky, sheer nylons that will make you thank god that you're a girl."

I hesitantly took the nylons from her and following her directions, very carefully rolled them up my legs and attached them to the garter belt's straps. Once I had them both on I looked down and saw a set of the sexiest legs I'd ever seen on a girl; smooth, shapely, and covered with stockings so sheer that it took a careful look to notice them.

"Take your hands, put them around your ankles, and gently run them up your legs." Holly ordered playfully. "You're gonna go nuts."

I didn't understand what she was driving at and made the mistake of doing exactly what she wanted. By the time I got to my thighs I had an erection.

"Feels good, doesn't it? I told you that you'd like being a girl."

"I don't like dressing like a girl but I can't help the way the stockings feel; it's the material, not the fact that I'm wearing them."

"Yeah, right. I really believe that too," She laughed, "We'll see at the end of the week."

I ended up looking like her sister when I was completely dressed. It was so totally goofy to look at my self in the mirror and see only a girl. The face was familiar but it sure wasn't a guy's face and boys sure didn't have boobs like the ones peeking out from the top of the gown I was wearing.

Holly wasn't stingy in her praise as she had me do several slow turns so that she could see me from all angles "You look great Faith, just like I did in that gown." She squealed in delight.

She was right and there was no way for me to deny it. I looked so much like her sister that it was scary; after all what boy wants to admit that with long hair, makeup and a dress he can easily pass for a girl?

"Put your hands on your hips and throw your head back," Holly ordered. I'm used to being yelled at so I quickly did what she wanted and was rewarded with a flash from her digital camera.

I quickly went into full panic mode. "Hey, cut it out. We never agreed on pictures, what if someone sees them?"

"What if they do?" Holly shrugged and showed me the preview pane on her camera. "Think anyone's likely to think they're looking at Frank Jordan? I figure they'll see what I see, a pretty girl in a beautiful gown."

I stared at the little window and tried my best to imagine that I could see something other than a cute girl dressed for the prom but it was useless; there was simply no way on earth for me to connect that girl with the old me. I was in serious trouble!

I didn't mind when Holly had me do a bunch of other poses; what the heck no one would know it was me, she was having a good time, and I got two heart stopping kisses to be a good kid and play along.

I did a couple of nice girl shots looking all sweet and innocent, and a couple of sexy ones with the gown pulled up to show some leg or slightly off the shoulder for a little boob shot.

"Yeah, show me what you've got!" Holly yelled as I did a sexy pose in her black dress. "Gimme one of those "bad girl" looks."

I lowered my head, pursed my dark red lips; put my index finger in front, and looked up to the camera.

"Good girl!" Holly was near ecstatic, and I was feeling completely out of this world as I modeled one outfit after another, pretending to be the girl next door or the bad girl that all the guys wanted to date. As long as no one knew it was me in the pictures I could go all out and Holly would be thrilled; who knows, maybe I'd get another kiss?

"Oooh, I'm too sexy for my dress," I later sang as I suggestively lowered the red velvet dress I was wearing to show my bra. By then, Holly had abandoned her digital camera for a camcorder; the better to catch my performances with.

"Too sexy," I sang in as sultry a voice as I could manage as I let the dress slide to my ankles, exposing the black lace bra, panties, and garter belt that I was wearing. Holly collapsed on her bed in a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

"You were great," Holly kept repeating while I hung up the dresses and removed the lingerie I had worn. "Why wait for a whole week, why not just admit that you like being a girlie girl? You're so pretty and you looked perfect in those outfits, come one, admit it!"

"When will you listen, I did that as a joke, to have a little fun, and because you gave me those kisses. I don't enjoy wearing girl's clothes, I hate the idea of pretending to be a girl and that's never going to change." Harry used to be easy to reason with, Holly as just a pain.

"If you insist," She giggled as if she knew something I didn't. "Are we ready for bed now?"

"I suppose you have something you want me to wear?" As soon as I saw her grin, I knew I was going to regret having made the bet. She reached into a drawer and handed me the frilliest baby doll nightgown and panties imaginable.

"Oh no, please not those."

"Oh yes, these." She said firmly as if talking to a child. "Be a good little girl and get dressed."

"Could I get a kiss to make this a little easier?"

Holly smiled, walked over to me, lifted my chin, and kissed me on the forehead!

"That's not what I meant." I almost sounded as if I was pouting.

"Tough," She laughed and handed me the nightgown. "Now be a good girl and get going."

I climbed into bed feeling extremely silly; my butt was enclosed in a pair of pale pink ruffled satin panties and the rest of me was barely covered by a silky, low cut, matching nightgown that ended at the lace trimmed leg openings of my panties. Holly whistled softly as I walked out of the bathroom. "Nice hooters!" She called out. "Has anyone ever told you how hot you look?"

"You really know the right thing to say to a guy, I'll bet you're never at a loss for dates." I adjusted the tight curlers on my head and crawled into bed.

That was greeted with a smile and an outstretched tongue. "You're just a sore loser but you're right, I never am at a loss for a date."

Even though I knew she was really my old friend Harry I just couldn't get enough of her smile. It scared me to think that I might be falling in love.

I somehow managed to get to sleep despite the curlers but the clock radio went off way too early.

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