The New Start 5

by

Paul G. Jutras

  

Tom was expelled from school for his delinquent behavior. He rode in the back of his parents wearing his torn tee shirt and ripped denim jeans. Even his sneakers were full of holes. He played his hand held computer game when he looked out the window and saw a pair of beautiful girls walking by. One was a blue one piece bathing suit with matching shorts covering the bottom of the suit and the other wore a green bikini with matching shorts.

"Oh man." Tom said as he saw the girls. "I think I'm going to like it here."

"I hope you will to dear." Tom's mom, Jane said with a smile as she sat in her rain forest jumper next to her husband Ray's three piece suit. She glanced down at her polished toe nails then over her shoulder at her son. "It is the fault of your being kicked out of school that your father must get a job in another town."

As Ray drove through the town, Tom looked as they passed one woman after another. They were all shapes and dress sizes. Some pretty and others not so. No matter where Tom looked; however, he didn't see one male face among the groups.

"What's going on here?" Tom though to himself

It was late afternoon when they pulled into their driveway. When Tom got out of the car, he noticed a woman in a Terry cloth dress and two inch heels starring at their family like they just arrived from outer space. She took a little long hair girl in a floral print dress and Mary Jane shoes by the hand and lead her off. "This is getting a bit creepy," Tom said to his parents as they entered the house.

Tom and his father went into the living room to turn on the sports channel, but the only games that seemed to be on were ones like tennis and swimming. "Dad, I thought this was a football night."

"Never mind, son." Ray said with a sigh. "The cable probably not hooked up yet. I'll see what I can do about it this weekend."

"Meatloaf surprise is ready, dear." Jane said as she called her boys to the dinning room today. After saying grace, they dug in. Jane: however, didn't seem to have much of an appetite while her husband and son ate like it was their last meal.

While Jane curled up on the couch with her husband for the late night movie, Tom went upstairs to unpack and get ready for bed. When he went into the bed room his mother said was for him, he stopped in his tracks. He starred at the pink painted walls, dresser covered in female cosmetics and a canopied bed with lace trim.

He dropped his suitcase to the floor before turned to call down to his mother. "Mom, they're must be some mistake. This room is set up for a girl, not a boy. The name plate on the door even says TAMMY instead of TOMMY.

"The house came completely furnished." Jane called up with a giggle. "The previous owner must have had a daughter. I'm sure you can sleep in that bed until we can get a different one for you."

"What am I to sleep in?" Tom asked. "The draws are opened and all I see are girl's clothes. Why would the previous family move away and not take their daughter's clothes with them."

"I really don't know what's going on, dear." Jane called back up to her son. She went upstairs to the room and pulled out a pair of pink satin pajamas. "You can't sleep in the nude. Just put this on and get to bed. If you want, we can talk to the police about the previous owners in the morning as well as the moving company about your missing stuff."

The next morning Tom woke up wondering what he was doing in some girl's room. When he remember the night before, he got out of bed and headed down stairs to see his mother in her embroiled night gown and his father in a Terry night gown. "Dad, what are you wearing?" He asked. "Are you're legs shaved?"

"Your body is shaved too, Tammy." Ray said to his son as he called him by the name on the door plaque. "There is something you don't know about this town. The reason this town almost a zero crime rate is that the female mayor has passed a law that all men have to wear only skirts or dresses and learn to behave like civilize women rather than savage men."

"The food you and your dad ate was drugged. While you two were out, I waxed off all your body hair and got rid of the remaining male items you brought with you. You are also now wearing a special panty under your pajamas that forces to pee sitting down. It is something you will wear all the time unless it is being cleaned. You became a uncontrollable delinquent in our old town and now your father has chosen to suffer in his new job while you learn to be less aggressive."

"Now you eat your breakfast while I pick out a nice outfit for you to wear on your first day in your new school. I hear that cheerleading try outs will be going on for the next week and a half. Maybe you can follow in your mother's footstep."

"Dad!" shouted Tom. "Do something!"

"You made your lace trim canopied bed, so lie in it." Ray said as Tom notice the small portion he and his father both had. "If you're wondering about breakfast, we're women now. We have to be careful we don't put on too much weight and keep our trim figures."

"This is a nightmare." Tom signed as he went upstairs and his mother glued a pair of breasts forms to his chest before helping him into a bra. He was only a B cup, but from his point of view he might as well of had watermelons growing out of his chest. He sat down; bunched up the hose and slid them on as his mother told him to. He then slipped into a pretty white dress and a pair of two inch pumps.

"Don't worry if the shoes make your feet hurt at first." Jane said with a caring look. "They just take time to learn to walk in. Unlike men, girls are allowed to take off their shoes and walk about a public place in their stocking feet."

Jane led his new daughter downstairs to see her husband had changed in a green ankle length dress with slits up the sides and a floral print. In open toe heels, his brown toe polished matched his finger nails. "I see you're ready for work dear." She kissed the side of her husband face so not to smear his lipstick.

The doorbell rang and Jane turned with a smile. "That must be Terry and her brother Amy. The school board said they'd be sending over this morning to show you around on your first day of school and I hope you all will become friends."

Jane looked at her son and then at the two waiting. "Son, if you can't tell, said Jane. "Amy is the one in a dress. Those born female are allowed to wear pants if they wish in this town, but all boys have to wear skirts and dresses to remind them to act in a lady like manner."

Tom felt strange as his nylon legs rubbed together as he walked while the wind blew up his flirt skirt. He didn't want to admit that the feeling of the breeze against his crotch was enjoyable.

"That is a lovely blouse," Terry giggled. Tom tried not to feel pleased with such a comment. "After school I'll see if my favorite salon can fit you in to do your hair and nails."

"That's nice of you." Tom said as his heels force him to take smaller, more feminine steps. As he glance down at his toes trough the open shoes, he wondered what color would make them look best.

"Is something the matter?" Amy asked as he took dainty steps with his books pressed up against his chest. Tom just sighed as he turned to see an obvious heavy set man with his hair done in a perm. To Tom's surprise in was dressed in an orange and white stripe sweater, orange pants, and sandals. He also noticed his finger and toe nail polish was also orange.

"I thought all men had to wear skirts or dresses here?" Tom asked, looking puzzled.

"They do." Terry said with a secret smile. "That is unless they decide to become women. They can op for either a body swap or sex change operation. If you want to get into pants again I suggest you go with the body swap since accidents can happen with surgery."

"Thanks." Tom said as the mere taste of his own lipstick was enough of a reminder of how his face was currently made up. "Can we go to the salon later this week instead," he asked. I think I'll have some talking to do with mom after school."

That's okay." Terry smiled. "I'm sure all this will take some getting use to."

"Greetings class," said a young woman with a pink ribbon in her dark hair. She was dressed in a black turtle neck that matched the straps of her wooden sandals and a tan mini skirt. "I would like to start the day off with having our new class member introducing herself. Tammy."

Tommy could only think of was what an ugly woman he probably made as his new class starred at him. He smoothed a winkle in his skirt and hose, noting that the stockings pinched his toes so much, he felt like they would fuse together.

"I Tommy… I mean Tammy." Tom introduced himself as he stood in a feminine posture with his feet together, and his wrists crossed in front of him. "My parents moved me here due to the school fights and general mayhem I was creating back home. My parents hope my experience here will make me a better citizen."

"Thank you dear." The teacher smiled. 'You may take your seat now."

"Miss," Tom paused. "Where's the men's room in this school. "I didn't see one on the way to class."

"Since this place is like a girl's school all the bathrooms are unisex." The teacher explained. "You'll be thought of as just another one of the girls when using them, dear."

The school day went by without much of a problem. Nobody paid much attention to how he was dressed. He dealt with his sore feet but taking his shoes off while at his desk. In his old school he had seen real girls walking about the school in their stocking feet, but didn't feel enough like a girl to do so himself. He was raised that it was okay for girls to do so but not boys. During drama class; however, Terry had forgotten she was to play the part of an old fashion sitcom type mother. Since costumes were not ready yet, she traded her pants for the skirt one of the other girls were wearing along with Tommy's pantyhose. Tom felt relief to have the restricting hose off.

When school was over, Tom got the cheerleader outfit he borrowed from his mom and stashed in his locker. He felt a little uneasy about going into the unisex bathroom and changing into it.

One by one the girls were called to perform for the cheerleading judges. Tom, not being as limber as he always wished he could be didn't have the balance or skills to do it. He couldn't help feeling like crying when Amy sat down to comfort him.

"Don't worry, Tammy." Amy said in a kind tone. "The try outs go on both this week and the next. They offer second chances if you want to practice and try again."

"Not in this body I can't." Tom sighed. "The fact I miss wearing pants, I wonder if I went body one of those body swaps, if it could be with a cheerleader."

"I've heard Jill is on the exchange list." Amy said as she pointed to one of the other girls trying out. "Her mother used to be a cheerleader and is forcing her to try out even though her heart isn't really in it. If you switched, you have a chance to live your dream and she could avoid her mothers."

Tom waited for Jill in the bathroom. "Hi there," Tom said nervously. "I'm Tom…I mean Tammy. I was told you were on the body swap list."

"My mother was against the idea since she wanted to relive her youth through me." Jill said as he looked Tom's body over. "I find having a period every month to be horrible and the thought of getting pregnant a nightmare. If you do decide you want to switch, I'll give you my number and we can make arrangements at the clinic."

"Thanks." Tom said as she noticed the clothes that he was about to change into. "I live those clothes. You wouldn't want to switch would you?"

"I currently can't wear pants." Tom reminded her. "I am a guy."

"Another reason I don't mind switching. "I love wearing dresses and hate when I run out and left with pants."

"Sure." Tom smiled. "I don't mind switching clothes with you."

When Tom got home from school, he noticed his mother had changed her clothes to work in the garden. In her pink tank top, sweat pants and tong shoes, she almost looked ready to join a harem. "Where are your hose, dear?" She asked.

"In my purse," Tom smiled. "Terry borrowed them for our drama class."

"What about the rest of your clothes?" Jane asked.

"Switched with this girl name Jill," replied Tom.

"Glad to hear you're making friends." Jane said sweetly. "When I was going through the old albums I knew you'd love it here once you got use to it."

"What do you mean?" Tom asked as he walked over and sat with him on the couch. Jane pulled an album out of a draw and opened it to some Halloween snap shots. He saw several pictures of himself at age five dressed as a bride and at age six wearing a white blouse with black palazzo pants and a pair of black Jane pumps.

"You use to dress up as a girl for ever Halloween." Jane said as the memories flowed back to him. "You use to tell me in private how you wish you were born a girl so you could dress like this on more than just Halloween. At least until the other boys teasing finally got to you. That's when you became such a delinquent to your old school."

"I remember." Tom said softly as he felt his cheeks moisten with tears. He lowered his head onto Jane's lap and began crying while she comforted him.

"There, there." She said softly. "Everything will be alright."

"I just wish I could wear pants when I wanted like you." Tom sniffled. "I was told by Amy and Terry about some kind of body swap clinic."

"Your dad is working there now." Jane said in an understanding tone. "Real girls who sign up for the volunteer list to swap with willing males are brought in to make a transition much safer than an operation. Since many of those who swap end up getting married you might be able to provide me with grandchildren someday."

"The day after tomorrow is Saturday." Jane said as she gave her son a kiss on the forehead. "If you want, I can make an appointment to switch with some nice girl."

"Thanks mom." Tom said as she handed her a piece of paper. "Jill; the girl whose clothes I borrow, is looking to switch. If I have to switch with a girl it might as well be someone I wouldn't mind looking like."

"Okay dear." Jane chuckled. "I'll see what can be done You get into those pink satin pajamas I bought you and go to bed.."

The next day, Tom met up with Jill in the bathroom and talked to her about meeting him up at the clinic the next day. With her period only a week away she was more than happy at the thought of being out of her current body. He spent the rest of the school day daydreaming what it would be like to have a pair of pants on again.

When they got to the clinic on Saturday, Tom was surprise to see her wearing a red tank top with red shorts. He notice the way the shorts fitted on her wider female hips, the word TERRY was on one butt check and the word BEACH on the other one. "I thought you'd like to be in a pair of shorts right after the transformation." She said. "After two days in heels being barefoot would be a relief."

"I hope you like the denim dress you'll be leaving here with." Tom smiled back as his dad signed the two in and they were taking to the back. They were each given some reading material about caring for a body of the opposite sex.

"Let's get started." Ray said with smile as he stood up in his Terry dress and lead the two kids to the back room.

"I'll see you when it's over." Jane smiled in a yellow bare midriff blouse and purple ankle length skirt. "We should be more the same size when you're done so beside Jill's clothes, you can borrow some of mine if you wish."

"How is my sweet new daughter?" Jane asked a few hours later.

"A bit disoriented but okay." Tom said as he ran his hands over his flat crotch and breasts. "It'll just take some getting use to having the real thing rather than breasts forms and one of those special panties that force me to pee sitting down."

"Did your father fill you in about your new name?" Jane asked.

"Yes mother," Tom said. "Instead of Tammy, I'll be called Jill from now on. Jill will take my old female name."

"That's right." Jane said as he gave her daughter a loving hug. "Just to make things less confusing at school and other public places where people are use to referring to your face by a certain name."

"I hadn't had a chance to get use to Tammy anyway in the last two days." Tom said as they said goodbye to Ray and headed out. "It must be harder for the old Jill. Where is she anyway?"

"You're father said that even though you weren't that bad looking, she also planned some plastic surgery. It is her body now and I guess she wants to be the best looking she can be."

"I did think I made an ugly woman." Tom said.

Tom spent the weekend getting use to his new equipment and center of gravity. When he returned to school the next day he decided to wear the pink print dress that Jill's mom told Jane was a favorite when the clinic's moves swapped their clothes.

"How do I look?" Tom asked as he felt like he was looking at a mirror when he saw his old self from the outside for the first time. "I made a better looking woman than I thought. I didn't realize how curvy I was."

"You weren't." Jill said as she saw the puzzle expression on Tom (her old) face. "I told you that I hated periods and the idea of pregnancy. I didn't hate the idea of being female. After you were leaving in my old body, the doctors where giving me plastic surgery to my face, a dose of their special hormone treatment for a figure in 48 hours, and the removal of your old manhood so I wouldn't be in need of the special panty the town supplies to sit to pee."

"Guess even if I had any regrets about the body switch, I don't have a male body to go back to now." Tom said as he realized that Jill's chest was real and now the breasts form he wore when it was his body. "Guess mom's plan of us getting married and having kids is out of the question."

"Actually you can always be artificially impregnated if you really want to experience child birth." Jill said as she gave him a kiss. "I always preferred girls anyway."

"You know…Tammy." Tom said using her new name. "I think I could get to like living in this town after all.

"Well, Jill." Jill said using Tom's new name. "I'm glad you came into my life too."

The two walked off to class arm in arm with a happy life in their future.

 

THE END

  

  

  

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