The New Fantasy 7
by
Paul G Jutras
Base On A Dream I Had
"Ladies and Gentlemen," The Headmaster said with a smile. "You teacher Mr. Bullets can't make it in today. Due to his car breaking down, he had to walk to his apartment in the snow storm and became ill."
"I hope he'll be okay." Paul said as he sat front roll center in a turtle neck, vest, slacks and loafers.
"He'll be out for awhile but be back on his feet soon enough." The headmaster said as he turned his attention toward the class room door. "This is Miss Headrom. She will be taking Mr. Bullets place till he can return."
"Call me Lois." The teacher said with a smile while the headmaster left. She looked quite lovely in her pink skirt suit, two inch heels and suntan hose. The suit matched her nail polish.
"May I see you a moment, Paul?" Lois asked as Paul got up to leave. He stood at attention while the rest of the class left. He couldn't figure out what he could of done wrong. He stood waiting as she shuffled her papers and hummed to herself.
"Did I do something wrong?" Paul asked as he found the long silence unsettling.
"I notice the two of us are a lot a like, dear." Lois said with a smile as she pointed at the remains of removed nail polish from Paul's fingers. As Lois raised the bottom of her dress, Paul saw a familiar bulge behind her panties and hose. "You also like to dress up as a woman."
"I only do it when I'm alone in my dorm room." Paul admitted. Even though he felt embarrassed about being caught, he raised the hem of his pant leg and revealed a pair of average back hose underneath. "I do enjoy wearing pantyhose all the time."
"You shouldn't feel embarrassed about being yourself." Lois said with a smile and loving hug. "I never was and look at how happy I am at work now that I can save up for a SRS operation."
"I can't just start dressing up in public now." Paul said embarrassed. "I'd have to move to another school and start over."
"You may be teased at first." Lois said with a smile. "I'm sure you're strong enough to overcome that problem."
"I hope that you're right," said Paul. "I do have dreams of being Daisy Mae from those Little Abner comic strips."
That night Paul never enjoyed having a dorm room all to him self. After using some microwave Nair wax on all his body hair, he picked out a lovely white blouse, green skirt and vest with black two inch heels and nude hose to wear to classes the next day.
Paul was greeted with shock stares as he left his dorm room the next morning. Some guys were in varies state of dress as they were traveling to and from the floor's public bathroom. Paul's make up covered face moved back and fourth as he heard the snickers and giggles of those that surrounded him.
"Class, I see you have all been looking at the way Paul is dressed." Lois said with smile as Paul. He had made it through the day with snickers and shoved against the walls. He was tripped by one man who called him a fag and was force to sit alone when lunch time came around.
"This country has become great in the 21st century because it has something for everyone. There are room for whites and blacks as well as transsexuals and non transsexuals. I think what Paul is doing takes more guts and heart than anything you've done in your school life."
The class just sat in a moment of silence. Then one of the girls beside Paul rested her well manicured hand onto his polish one. She turned and flashed him a smile. "The group knew that everything would turn out okay."
"Thanks Lizzie." Paul scrunched up her face and smiled in a way that was warm and cheerful. He then spoke in whisper. "It was the group that I was most afraid of not understanding what I'm doing."
"This would explain why Mr. Bullet of all people could get sick." Lizzie said with a chuckle as she offered to share her lip gloss with Paul. "I think you'll look good with some of this on."
After class, Lizzie, Jane and Mary joined Paul in his room. Covering their hair from dust with bandannas they helped Paul move from the men's dorm to the women's dorm. As Paul finished with the vacuum cleaner, he stopped down on the off switch with her stocking cover foot.
"Thank you for the help girls." Paul smiled as they finished the cleaning. "There is still one thing I don't understand. Who was Lois?"
"You mean me?" Lois smiled as she walked through the wall in a flowing white robe that made her look like a Greek goddess. "Just an arch angel sent down to earth to guide you to your true self. You can't help others if you're too busy trying to figure out how to help yourself."
"Thanks dear." Paul said as he and Lois gave each other a hug. She faded away into cosmic dust as their bodies embarrassed one another. "I guess sometimes dreams can come true."
The next door Paul no longer felt like a freak at school. He actually felt like and was accepted totally as one of the girls. It was as if he had always been born as one. Paul was happy to see Mr. Bullets waiting for him when the class ended.
"Nice to see you bad sir," said Paul. As he and Lizzie remained, the rest of the class left. Soon some other boys and girls showed up for the after school group. "I should of known that there was a spiritual reason that an arch angel like yourself would become sick."
"The hallway is clear." Mr. Bullets said as he closed the class room and pulled the shade. "I will stand guard while the group meets."
"Thanks." Paul said cheerfully as a pair of rings sprouted out of his back. His clothing joined the others in changing into white bare back gowns as the guys and girls looked like they were wearing togas while their wings took them up into the air.
"As an Earth angel looking over the area in the form of a young adult, I was afraid that Heaven would have trouble with my cross dressing." Paul said as he and his female friends flew about the ceiling. As he did, he changed into a 100% real girl with the knowledge that everyone thought he was always a woman. "I should of known the Heaven would of known my greatest secret and that I only had to accept myself to find my happiness both on earth and in heaven."
THE END
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