Peer Pressure

by Jennifer White

 

Seven women met in a darkened penthouse suite in an old office building in New York City. The eldest, clearly the leader sat at the end of the table.

"Ladies, what new ideas have we found for mass feminization? We have perfected the individual techniques, but there are so many people! We need to move forward faster."

"Madam, I have a new concept" said the redhead, clearly the youngest of the group. All heads turned as she began her presentation. She wore a sharp gray pinstriped business suit, sensible shoes, and a minimum of ornamentation. Yet she exuded female sexual prowess. Not her age nor her plain attire could hide it.

"I have an answer. Peer pressure" she said.

"Peer pressure?" asked one of the other ladies in a skeptical tone.

"Yes, peer pressure. It is a more powerful force than you might think at first. For example, how many ads are run every day telling children that smoking is bad? How often do they hear the message at school about it's effects? Yet every day, thousands of children start smoking. Many become addicts. Why do the start? Peer pressure. They want to be cool. They want to fit in. If the cool people do it, and all their friends, then they're left out if they don't do it too."

"So you think we an turn a population through peer pressure alone?"

"Yes madam, I do. We would need to seed an existing population first. I thought we could try at a high school in a small town. Feminize the right people. The class president. The captain of the football team. The school bully. The rebel. A few teachers. Soon, the other students would feel the pull, and would be drawn in. I estimate that we could get a 75% ratio within a year."

There were gasps from the crowd.

"Janice: select a proper town. Kimberly: I authorize you to use our resources to feminize a proper seed population. Amber: begin preparations for Operation Smokescreen."

The meeting broke up, and they all set out to their appointed jobs.

* * *

 

Westerville was a small town. Not much exciting happened there. The highlight of the year was the annual corn festival, when a parade was held, along with a concert and long endless speeches from the mayor and other local politicians with their highly inflated egos.

Carl grew up there, and as most people, it seemed that he would spend his whole life in the same town. Children grew up to take over their parents business, whether it was the farm, the mill, the store, or the restaurant.

Carl was now old enough to enter high school. Between the town itself and the kids bussed in from the surrounding farm communities, it was large enough to be considered class 'C' when it came to sports. Carl was a farm kid, and he was excited that he'd get to try out for the football team. True, they couldn't compete with the big schools from the north part of the state, but they were a team to be reckoned with most years.

So he was very excited the first day of school. He would try out after the last class, and would make the team for sure! He followed the map in his hand to find his locker, where he put his lunch and some of his stuff. Then he walked down the long hall looking for his classroom.

As he walked, he saw something strange. A guy wearing a skirt! This guy was dressed up like a girl, and had a purse over his shoulder and everything. Carl laughed.

"What's so funny punk?" said the guy. He towered over Carl. Carl saw that he was wearing full makeup, wore ear rings, and even had perfume on. He was close enough to smell it.

"Uh oh, that's Brad...I mean Brenda, the school bully" whispered his friend Todd, who was a sophomore.

"I asked you a question! What's so funny?" said Brenda again, his face getting redder, even with the foundation covering most of it.

"You...you're a guy, and you're wearing a dress" said Carl.

Brenda slapped Carl with the back of his hand. Then he clawed at Carl's arm, scratching him with his long, manicured fingernails, which were covered in a coat of blood red nail polish.

"Ow!" said Carl.

"Oh the little cry baby" said Brenda. "You're in *my* hallway, and you had better show me respect! Now you're going to have to give me your lunch money!"

"I brown bagged it" replied Carl in a shaky voice. This Brenda really was a bully.

"Then give me your pocket change" demanded Brenda. Carl didn't move, so Brenda swung his purse, hitting Carl in the stomach. He crumpled over in pain. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the one dollar bill he was going to use to buy a soda, and handed it to Brenda.

"That's better. Make sure you keep this coming, every day, if you don't want me to kill you!" said Brenda as he put the money into his purse. He then slung the thin strap over his shoulder, and strutted away.

 

Todd helped Carl find the classroom, and warned him not to get Brenda angry again.

"What's his deal? He's dressed up like a girl" said Carl.

Todd gave him a funny look, shook his head, and pointed to the door that Carl had to enter for first hour. He nodded and walked in. There were only a few empty desks left, so he took one in the third row next to a pretty blond girl. Carl smiled at her, but then turned his head and blushed. It was not girl he was next to, it was another guy. But he was dressed up so daintily with a black skirt, pantyhose, shoes with heels, even something to make it look like he had breasts. It was another guy in a dress. What he hell was wrong with this place?

As Mrs. Greene came in to take attendance, Carl was shocked to find that almost all of the boys in his class either had names that would normally be used for a girl, or they were dressed up like girls.

"Class, lets go around and introduce yourselves. Many of you are new students this year, and you should get to know one another."

"Hi, I'm Amy" said the first girl. At least he thought it was really a girl. "I'm a sophomore, and I'm in the drama club. We meet on Thursdays after class if anyone is interested."

Mrs. Greene pointed to the next student.

"Hello, I'm Tammy" said the boy sitting behind Amy. "I work after school, so I guess I'm not in any clubs or anything."

"I'm Gina" said the boy sitting to Carl's right. The one he mistook for a girl when he sat down. "I am the captain of the football team. We have open tryouts after school, if any of you aren't too afraid."

"You're the captain of the football team?" whispered Carl to Gina as the girl behind him talked about the school marching band.

"Yes I am. Are you trying out?"

"Yes."

"What position?"

"I'm a wide receiver, but I can play tight end too."

"Good, we need someone there. Glad to have you on the team" said Gina, extending his hand with it's exquisitely manicured fingernails.

"Oh these are just press-ons. They get too screwed up out on the field. But I can't stand having short nails, so I just put these back on every day. They're lovely, aren't they?"

"Um...I guess. Yeah" said Carl. This was just way too weird.

"Your turn" said Mrs. Greene pointing to him.

"I'm Carl, and I'm a freshman. I'm going to try out for football."

"More like 'Carla'!" said a whispered voice from the back.

The two guys who seemed most normal were the math nerds in the back. They had boys names and dressed like boys. But even a first day freshman could tell they were the unpopular nerds, and should be avoided unless you wanted to be like them. Guilt by association. Doomed to be unpopular. Carl would avoid them like the plague. He tried to concentrate as class began.

* * *

 

Second hour was no better. There were a bunch of guys dressed as girls again. The president of the honors society. The star catcher from the baseball team. The point guard from the basketball team. They were all dressed like girls, acting like girls, and nobody seemed to pay them too much mind.

Perhaps this was a first day of school thing, to scare the freshmen. Perhaps things would be better tomorrow.

* * *

 

After school, Carl went to the gym, where he met Coach Clark. He went to the locker room to suit up, and was amazed that so many of the guys were wearing frilly pink panties. Most of them wore bras too. He saw Gina, the QB take off a frilly white bra, and replace it with a sports bra before putting on his pads.

The receivers and linebackers put lines of black makeup under their eyes to reduce glare. They also put on waterproof mascara so it wouldn't smudge, and fixed their lip gloss.

"You want some?" asked Gina.

"Uh, no thanks" said Carl. He wasn't sure anyway if Gina was referring to the manly black eye stuff or the girly makeup. He wasn't going to take a chance!

"Suit yourself" said Gina, who put on his helmet and ran out the door.

Not all of the guys had on women's clothes and makeup, but most of the team leaders did. The only one who seemed to scoff at them was the nerdy kicker, who would have been too small except that all he did was kick the ball for field goals and extra points.

"You won't find me touching that stuff!" he said to Carl supportively. Carl wasn't sure that he wanted his friend on the team to be the nerdy kicker, so he ignored him, put on his helmet, and ran out the door too.

Practice was great, and several players said they were sure he would make the team. He was good enough, he might even get to start. He sure hoped so.

* * *

 

Day two of school was pretty much the same. Carl waited for the right moment to pass through the section of hall that Brenda patrolled. He got by without incident. He went into first hour, and talked to Gina about the football team until class was started.

He could not believe that the team captain acted and dressed like a girl when he wasn't on the field. He noticed that Gina's legs were shaved, and his painted toe nails showed through his open toed sandals. Gina's hair was long and pretty. From being in the locker room, Carl knew it was not a wig. Why did so many of the guys at this school dress and act this way? It was too strange.

Football practice was great again, with the coach telling Carl that he wouldn't have to worry about making the cut. That was such good news to hear! He couldn't wait each day to get through class so he could get to practice, which was the best time of the day for him.

 

After two weeks, final cuts were announced, and as the coach had said, Carl was on the team. In fact, he had earned a spot as a starter. The starting players all got together after practice on Friday.

"We're all going to the mall tomorrow night to get matching ear rings" said Kelly, the linebacker. "You need to come with us and get your ears pierced too. The we can all match, as a team."

"I don't know. I'll have to ask my folks."

"Come on! Most of the guys here pierce their ears. Perhaps coach was wrong to pick a freshman to start.

"No! I'll be there. What time?" asked Carl.

"Seven. Be there."

 

Carl showed up at the appointed time. Most of the guys on the team who were starters already had their ears pierced. There were only two of them besides Carl that didn't. Gina and Kelly picked out which ear rings the team would wear, and Carl waited to get his ears pierced. There was only a quick shock of pain as his earlobes were penetrated by the sharp metal, leaving behind a clear hole. The girl at the booth put in his earrings, and handed him a mirror to admire himself.

He was shocked that they had picked a long dangly ear ring, not a stud like players in the NFL wore. These were very pretty and girl. Not what he was expecting!

 

When the non-starters saw the earrings on Monday, they all felt left out. They weren't cool. Not only were they the bench warmers, but they didn't look like the captain or the starters did now. They met after practice, and all headed to the mall before going home. They would go get the same thing for themselves. They didn't want to be left out in the cold!

* * *

 

It was time for the first game of the season. Carl was so excited that he couldn't think of anything all day at school, but the game. He was so glad when it was finally time to suit up. This time, when Gina asked if he was going to put the black stuff on his face, he said yes. Gina dipped his finger into the can of makeup, and put two dark lines below Carl's eyes. Then he took the mascara, and made Carl's lashes look long, lush and attractive. He put more on the outside than on the inside, for an interesting effect that drew attention to Carl's eyes.

He handed Carl the lip gloss, which Carl put on himself. He wasn't going to be the only one who didn't do it! He put on his helmet, and ran out on the field.

 

The game was close, but in the last quarter, it was Carl who went deep and caught a perfect pass from Gina to put away the game! The nerdy kicker missed the extra point, so there was some drama at the end, but Kelly sacked the QB on 3rd down to put an end to things.

They had won! And Carl was a hero.

 

In the locker room, after the coach's speech, they all showered up. Carl felt ashamed that he was just about the only starter on the team with hair all over his body. He would have to start shaving so he would fit in better.

The all dressed up in their frilly clothes, although Carl just had slacks and a sweater.

"We're all going out to celebrate" said Gina. "Want to come?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"The cheerleaders are all coming" said Kelly.

"Then I'm there dude!" said Carl as they all laughed.

 

They met at a local restaurant, and ordered salads and diet colas. Carl was sitting at a table with Gina, Kelly, and three cheerleaders. Two of them seemed pretty interested in his friends, but the third one was somewhat aloof.

"Come on Carl, ask her out" whispered Gina.

"Uh Katie, listen. I have something to ask you" he said shyly.

"Sure Carl, what is it?"

"Well, I was wondering, I mean, if you aren't too busy or whatever on Saturday, if you'd like to maybe go see a movie or something?"

"Oh that's so sweet of you. I'll have to think about it" she said.

Carl felt crushed. Rejected by a cheerleader. He was the hero of the football game. What was wrong? She should have said yes.

"Go take a leak" said Kelly, giving him an elbow. "I'll find out what's wrong."

 

When Carl came back to the table, the topic wasn't discussed again. But when Gina drove him and Kelly back home in his car, he told Carl what was up.

"She's a hot commodity you know" said Gina. "Every guy in the school is asking her out all the time."

"I'm sure. But she seemed so...cold to me. I don't get it."

"She says its the way you dress. You're so out of it. I mean, look at you. You have the worst fashion sense! Maybe if you tried to fit in more. But if you insist on dressing like some nerd, I don't think she'll ever go for you."

"Yeah" added Kelly. "You're the only starter who doesn't have cute shoes. And I've never even seen you in a skirt. What's wrong with you? Your legs look fine. You should show them off!"

"And that hair. What an awful cut. You need a stylist, STAT!"

They both laughed.

"Look, lets get you a good makeover, get you some proper clothes, and you can try again with her. I'm sure she'll come around. She just doesn't want to be seen with someone who looks like such an uncool nerd. That's all. Don't take it personal."

"I won't" said Carl, not sure if he liked the remedy for his situation. But they guys were right. Perhaps he was just out of touch with things. All the other cool guys were wearing skirts and heels. Why was he in jeans and sneakers? He didn't want to be left out. He didn't want to be shunned by cheerleaders. He would go to the mall, or borrow something from his older sister. Then he'd have a fighting chance.

* * *

 

When Carl came out of his room wearing a dress, his father blew a fuse.

"No son of mine is going out looking like that!"

"But dad, all the guys are dressing like this."

"Well you are not!"

"Oh come on! I'm tired of getting teased for looking like a nerd."

"I knew we shouldn't have let him keep the ear rings. Look at him now."

"Oh dear, let the boy be. I've seen his friends. They're all very nice. They just dress that way these days. Don't be an old fogey. Remember how you told me your father was so mad when you went out, and didn't want to wear a tie?"

"Yes, I guess so. But I still say this is wrong. He looks like a fruit."

"Dad! I have a date with a cheerleader tonight."

"Looking like that?"

"She wouldn't date me until I did start dressing like everyone else."

He had been shaving his legs for weeks. But this was only his second time in public wearing clothes he borrowed from his sister's closet. When he asked Katie again when he was wearing a skirt, she accepted his offer. They were going to a movie that night. He was determined to dress prettier than last time, to make sure she was happy with him.

His mother helped him fix his makeup, and helped do his nails as his father scowled. But it was worth it. Katie just loved how he looked, and had a long stem rose for him. They had dinner and a movie, after which they went dancing.

Carl thought it was the best night of his life.

* * *

 

On Monday, he went to school wearing a pink tank top, with spaghetti straps, so that his bra straps showed through. Everyone was impressed how his fashion sense had improved since the first day of class. As he looked around, he realized that only the nerdy math guys in the back were still dressed as they were the first day. It had seemed shocking to see a guy in a skirt, but now he couldn't imagine going to school without one. He had seen this really cute navy blue one, with pleated panels. He just had to have it!

"Hey Carla" said Gina.

"What? What's up?" he said. Most of the guys were calling him that now, and the girls too. He had been reluctant to go along with it until Katie said it was cute. So now he was even signing his papers as Carla. It just seemed natural now.

Carla pulled a pen out of his purse, and started to take notes for the class.

* * *

 

In New York, the seven women met again to assess the progress of Operation Smokescreen.

"So, by half way through the school year, we have all but a few nerds who've given in to peer pressure?"

"Yes!" reported a joyful redheaded woman. "Operation Smokescreen is a huge success. We seeded the population with a few dozen key individuals whom we feminized over the summer, using the usual mind control techniques. And just as predicted, the other students, their peers slowly but surely marched in step with them. We also programmed the key girls to only be attracted to men in dresses, which helped add more pressure. We have almost the entire male population of the school going around in female attire every day. It is now a self-sustaining cycle. When the new students come in next year, the will fall to the same force of peer pressure. All we had to do was to start the cycle, and now it will continue on by itself."

"I sense from you that you want something more though"

"Yes Madam. You see, we've got them to dress like girls and act like girls, but who is to say that when they go off to a college that they don't revert back? They will have a new set of peers and new peer pressure to fit in. We may lose them."

"So what do you suggest?"

"We need to have them alter their bodies. If they have breasts and vaginas, they will not be able to go back."

"Indeed. And how will we accomplish this?"

"I have a theory."

"You usually do."

"My theory is that if we can get just one of them to undergo 'the operation', then it will be like a house of cards, and others will follow."

"Why didn't you program one of them to do it when you had the chance?"

"Because that wouldn't work. It needs to be a 'new recruit' who came to school this year as a regular boy. If one of them took the plunge, the others would feel like they are falling behind. And they would try to keep up with *her*."

"Excellent. Make it so."

* * *

 

Carla brushed his long hair and studied his complexion. He was getting good at applying foundation to hide the skin blemishes. If only he had a prettier nose, like Katie did. He sighed, and teased his hair to get it just right.

He went to school, and had the usual day of learning interspersed with talking to the girls, hanging out, being with friends, and talking about football. The season was over, and he had been a star player for the team. Next year, they would even be tougher.

He was walking home, when a car pulled up beside him. A red haired woman asked him to come to the window.

"Young man, are you Carla Wilson, the football player?"

"Yes I am" he said proudly.

"Please come in. I have business to discuss with you."

"Who are you?"

"I am a recruiter. Do you want to play football in college?"

"Yes! But I have three years of high school left."

"Well do you want to listen to my offer?"

"Sure."

He got in the car. The woman drove over to a parking lot, turned it off, then turned towards him.

"I love your shoes" she said.

"Thanks! I just got them last week. Do you know how hard it is to find cute wedges in this large of a size?"

"I can imagine" she said. "Listen Carla, I have an offer to make to you. We would like you to play for F.S.C. on the football team."

"What's the catch?"

"There is no catch. We have seen your talent, and we want you to be the first girl to play big time college sports for the football team."

"But I'm not a girl. Not really."

"I understand. That's why I'm here."

"What do you mean?"

"We can fix that."

"And make me a girl? How? I don't get it."

"We have ways" she said. Carla didn't even feel the slight prick in his arm from the small dart the woman had poked him with. He listened, and noticed that the room was spinning. The next thing he knew, he woke up in the car.

"Carla, are you all right?"

"I guess I was zoning for a minute."

"That's OK dear. Anyway, your appointment with the doctor is next week on Tuesday. Don't miss it!"

"I sure won't. Thanks!" he said, putting the bottle of estrogen into his purse. "I'll be sure to take these every day" he added as she drove off.

How exciting! He was going to play football on a college scholarship!

* * *

 

On Tuesday, Carla showed up at the doctors office.

"All your paperwork seems to be in order. I just need to go through a few last details. Are you 100% sure you want this?"

"Oh yes!" blurted out Carla, not even really understanding what was going on.

"And you obviously dress as a girl every day, and have taken a girl's name."

"Yes."

"And you take your estrogen?"

"Every day!"

"Good. We can begin. Undress, put a robe on, and lay on the table over there. We will begin shortly."

Carla complied. Soon the anesthesiologist arrived, and hooked up the mask to Carla's face. He began seeing double, and soon passed out.

* * *

 

When Carla awoke, he looked down. His chest was puffed out, and covered with bandages. He touched them lightly. His new breasts. Big ones, just like Katie had. He was so proud! The other guys were going to be jealous.

He shifted positions, and had a shooting pain between his legs. He groaned, and reached down there to move the blanket a bit. It was uncomfortable against his new....vagina! He was a girl now! Unbelievable! This was the best day in his life! Carla was a she now! A real girl.

"I'm a girl!" she said out loud.

"Yes you are" said Katie, who held Carla's trembling hand.

"Wow, look at you. You're stacked" said Gina. "I wish I was like you"

"Me too" said Kelly.

 

Carla was in the recovery room for a day, then went home. After a few more days of recovery, she was ready to begin school again. She felt so free! Instead of covering up her body, she could now wear V-neck shirts like Katie wore. She could wear shorter skirts or tight little shorts, since she didn't have that unsightly bulge between her legs anymore.

She was Miss Popularity. Everyone wanted to talk to her, to be with her.

"What was your doctor's name? I want boobs too!"

"Wow you're a real girl. I wish I could afford to do that too."

"Please, let me hang out with you. You're the most popular girl in school!"

"Hey, you can be a cheerleader for the basketball team now too. You'd look good in that little skirt and the tight sweater"

On and on it went.

* * *

 

"Report."

"In the second half of the school year, out of 154 males, we know that at least 128 are on hormones or birth control pills. Forty eight have had plastic surgery. Only seven have gone all the way, but the others have had breast implants, facial surgery, hip implants, and other minor procedures. I estimate that next year we will hit nearly 90% compliance. They all want the feminine body style now."

"Wonderful. Operation Smokescreen is a huge success. We will begin to roll it out at small schools all over the country, then Europe and Asia."

There was a huge applause.

"Calm down ladies. Now tell me, what is the next idea?

  

  

  

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