The New Start 6
by
Paul G. Jutras
"Are you ready?" asked Ann. Standing at the bottom of the stairs in a flower print dress, white two inch sandals and a white sweater, Paul's mother called up to her son to hurry up. "Orientation for first years of your new private school is today."
"Are you sure this private school doesn't have a dress uniform?" Paul called down.
"Yes, dear," she replied.
"How do I look?" Paul asked. He stepped out of his room with his hair up in a blue blouse and ankle length skirt with slits of the side. He looked down to his toes whose polish reflected the 4th of July weekend with a red white and blue alternating paten.
"Like the pretty daughter I've always wanted." Ann smiled as she looked him over. "You were very lucky to be accepted to Tracy Stewert's JR. High."
"You mean Transsexual Jr. High," Paul laughed at the school's nickname.
"I still can't believe it happened by accident." Ann said as they headed out to the wooden side panel station wagon. "Was reading the folder on the school and it says that this scientist came to speak to the school when some school pranksters poured some chemicals into his experiment. The formula went to the air like a virus and turned the two school bullies into twin blonde girls with pig tails. It also turned on white male into a black female. The formula created only works on males by removing the Y cromosone and replacing it with an X. After that the scientist figured out how the formula worked, he made a fortune by selling the formula to the school; which went private, and offers it to any transsexual of at least 12 or 13 years old who wants to become a real girl."
"Now only real girls and transsexual goes to the school." Paul said as he undid his seat belt and gave his mom a hug. "First year students have to just live as girls before the principal will allow them to transform. Make sure that a total change is what a boy like me wants."
As Paul got his books and headed to class, he noticed some older students getting out of another car. One was in a blue bikini and the other in a brown one. They went to the trunk of the car. The one in brown stepped into a pair of jeans and a matching tee shirt while the other slipped into a sweat suit.
"Must plan to hit the beach after classes," thought Paul. He noticed a third girl get out of the car in a pink thong bikini and pull a black tee shirt over her head. He also noticed while the other two had red toe polish this third one had her toes painted green instead.
Walking into the school, Paul notice the hall filled with red, white and blue streamers and other independence holiday decorations. Walking down the hall Paul passed a series of cheerleaders who seemed to be whispering to themselves.
"Look at the time, Teddie." One girl said to one who Paul guessed was the head of the squad. He watched as the cheerleaders started taking off down the hall toward the gym.
"Even thought I know a good number of the girls I'm looking at are just boys dressed up like me," Paul thought. "I can't help but feel that everyone is starring and whispering about how I'm dressed."
"Greeting, welcome to homeroom." A young woman in a white semi transparent blouse that revealed her bra straps, pink skirt and nude hose said. Paul notice the woman had kicked a pair of white pumps under her desk as she seemed to prefer to be in her stocking feet. "I'm your homeroom teacher, Brandi." The woman said with a smile.
"Hello," said a sweet voice. "My name is Jennifer."
"I put Paula on my file here." Paul said with a smile. He also recognized her from one of those who had gotten out of the car in the parking lot. "I saw you arrive. Hopefully next year I'll look good in a thong bikini like you."
"Saw my friends and me change in the parking lot, did you?" Jennifer asked. "We're second years, but got letters in the mail asking to be big sisters to the first years during orientation."
"I thought you had already been transformed." Paul said as he pulled his compact mirror from his purse and checked his face.
"Try my lipstick," Jennifer said helpfully. "I think its shade of pink will look good on you."
"Thanks." Paul said. "Are your friends here too?"
"They're in the other two homerooms." Jennifer said. "Are you trying out for the cheer squad?"
"I always wanted to be a cheerleader, but with my poor sense of balance I don't think I'd make it. Maybe I'll try out when I'm a second year."
"Suit yourself." Jennifer shrugged. "The coach offers special panties to give first years a flat crotch while in uniform. It also gets one use to going to the rest room since one doesn't have a choice with it on. That's why the cheer squad came in today. To scout out those who might replace last year graduates."
"Really?" said Paul. His hand moved to his own crotch and wondered what it looked like flat. "Maybe I'll give it a try. "I've got to think about it."
Paul suddenly looked up to see Brandi standing over him. "Sorry." Paul said feeling low for talking while his teacher was trying to pass out information of what first years were to expect and what was expected of them.
"Don't worry about it, dear," a first year said. He was dressed in a black blouse and blue flower print skirt, black hose and pumps. Paul admired both his bracelet and his necklace. "My older sister went through all of it two years ago, and nearly fell asleep. Besides the standard stuff of respect you get lectured about at any school it's about stuff like the girls treating the boys like girls in the locker rooms and bathrooms."
"Yes, Jane." Brandi said as she cleared her throat. "Some students might want to hear it."
"Okay now." Brandi said. "As you have already been pointed out by your other classmates, you are to show one another respect in cases of both the bathrooms as well as in the locker room. There is no men's here and all males are to be treated simply as your fellow sisters in both cases."
Everyone just nodded in agreement as Brandi sat at the edge of her desk and rubbed her nylon coated toes. "We are also having cheerleader try-outs later in the day in the gym."
"Yes?" Brandi asked a boy whose hormones filled his gold braless tank top with a C- cup. His top, sandals and ankle length wrap around skirt seemed almost the same shade as his short; but feminine, hair.
"Is it true that there isn't a dress cold here?" He asked.
"That is correct, Kate." Brandi said as she checked the roll list. "We do not have a dress code uniform even though this is a private school. We do expect however that every young lady here to dress half way descent. No ripped up pants or tee-shirts will be allowed on school grounds. If seen in class with such attire, you're parents will be called to pick you up."
As Paul laughed inward to himself, he couldn't help but think this will be a great school to be in and that he'd be one of those who make it to a 2nd year and true womanhood."
As the bell rang, Brandi dismissed the group. Paul gathered his things and joined Jane and Jennifer as they walked out of the classroom. "Do you think you're going to make it full woman hood?" Paul asked.
"I'm sure we both will." Jane said comfortingly. "I just wish I had started on hormones sooner. I'm not sure if my breasts will ever be as big as Kate's are since small breasts run in the family."
"Most of the members of my family are no more than a B cup as well." Paul said as he looked down at his own jiggling pair that was barely out of a training bra. "I don't expect to get very big either."
"It's okay." Jennifer said. "Remember that it is how you feel about yourself on the inside, not how you look like on the outside."
"Easy for you to say," said Paul. "You're almost as big as Kate."
"You may be jealous of Kate's jugs now, but wait until she makes through being a new comer." Jennifer said. "You keep the size your hormones give you when you are transformed. If he's lucky enough not to develop back problems in his old age, he'll have to deal with men starring at him like an object instead of a person the rest of his life."
As the threesome entered the gym, the cheerleaders were waiting at a pre step up table on the floor. The first years moved to the bleaches. "Welcome." One cheerleader said as she stood up. "I'm Teddie, the head cheerleader. "These are Melody, Barbie, and
Mary. We want to welcome you all to cheerleader try outs. Those who want to try out come down to the floor. The rest stay seated where you are."
"Are you going to try, Paula?" Jennifer asked.
"What about you?" Paul asked.
"I didn't make it last year, but why not." Jennifer giggled as Jane also followed them down to the floor. When Jane got out of the bleaches, she took off her heels and step them aside.
"I hope my stockings don't make me slip on the floor too much." Jane smile as the three of them joined with a group of other girls. Some Paul had seen from his homeroom. Others he assumed must of come from the home rooms.
"I'm sure you'll be fine." Jennifer said as she and Paul also took off their sandals. "I didn't think to wear sneakers since I planned to hit the beach later. "You two "girls" want to come? Results of the try outs will be mailed to you. You'll find out if you're in just before school officially starts."
"Sounds like fun." Paul said with a smile as they watched a first year in a white sweater, red mini skirt and suntan pantyhose busting some cheerleading moves on the floor. "He's going to be hard to beat."
"So how long have you wanted to be a cheerleader?" Jennifer asked.
"My mom is a teacher at my old school." Paul said as the sole of her right foot rubbed against his left leg. "One summer she ran a cheerleader camp out of our house. I got to help the girls make their pom-poms and practice their routines with them. I really had a lot of fun."
"I'm sure you'll make it." Jane said as Jennifer was called out onto the floor to do her routine. When they saw Jennifer routine, they couldn't believe that she didn't make it last year. "Maybe not."
"Thanks." Paul muttered. Jane soon watched Paul take Jennifer's place on the floor and was surprised how limber he was and how well he performed after all. Jane was good too, thought she didn't think so herself.
"Thank you all for coming." Teddie said as all the cheerleaders stood up and clapped. "As your homeroom big sisters have probably told you already, the results of the try outs will be sent to you by mail. You'll know if you made the team before the start of school."
"That was fun." Jane said out of breath. "I think you two made it."
"You were good too." Paul said. "We were up against some real good competition. It will be tough."
As Paul left the school, his mother was waiting in the parking lot to pick him up. As he leaned through the driver's window, he said. "Mom, this is my school mentor Jennifer. She's a second year and asked my friend Jane and I to the beach. Can I see you at home later on?"
"Sure dear." Ann replied. "You have to spend a year living in public as a girl while going to this school. You might as well get use to it now."
Paul wasn't sure how uncomfortable his mother was to hear him getting wolf whistles from some men as he joined Jane and the girls in their car. She waited until the car had driven off before she stood off herself. "This should be an interesting summer," she thought.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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