So-Called Friend              by: Jennifer Allison

 

Part 3

It is now four months later.

After Dean's first day at school everything fell into a normal routine.

A month into the school term I was wearing clothes more appropriate for a girl my age.

When Ms. Ripley took my measurements last night. I am proud to announce I am now a 34-28-36.

Today is my first day out in public. It will be a trip to the mall, which includes a visit to the hairdresser for a perm.

Some of you might have wondered what would happen if I had fought my transformation. Let's say I glad I didn't.

Let me tell you about Miss Phyllis.

 

It was six weeks to the day since I came to Ms. Singleton's when a new student was introduce to our class. A Miss Phyllis. She was the third new student who had started since my arrival.

With the first look I knew there was going to be trouble.

The first words out of her were.

"I am not a girl and I will never be one. I don't care; they will never make me be a girl. I will not become a girl!"

Phyllis acted so much like that. Sweet and kind Ms. Johnstone had to paddle her first girl in three years. We found out why Ms. Johnstone hated to punish any of us girls. When she does punish a girl, the spanking is worse than all the other staff members combined.

Finally after a week of paddling and other punishment. Phyllis' attitude didn't change. So Ms. Singleton devised a suitable punishment.

Phyllis disappeared for a week. When she returned her attitude was completely different.

What Ms. Singleton came up with was very simple if Phyllis wanted to act like a baby then that is what she became.

During the week Phyllis was gone. She had surgery done were she had no control of her bowels and bladder. Now she has to wear diapers for the rest of her life. She still has to attend class but she is always dressed like a two year-old. When she is not required to talk she has a pacifier in her mouth. Her diet now consists of baby food, which we her classmates have to feed her.

The only thing I hated about this whole mess was. The rest of the girls in the class had to take turn changing Phyllis' diapers. It seemed like everytime that it was my turn. It was a messy diaper.

Ms. Singleton's rational behind this was. It gave the rest of us training when we have children of our own.

 

The dress I wore to the mall. Showed off every bit femininity I had. Long legs, my figure and cleavage.

From the stares I noticed from the males at the mall. I must have cause more than a hundred woodies.

At the hairdressers I finally received a perm. For the last four months I have been just combing it in a feminine style. But today it is the works. Bangs and lots of curls. I am thinking of changing my hair color too. My hair color was dark brown. I had it changed to a very light brown, almost blonde.

As I was sitting underneath the hairdryer. I recognized the girl sitting next me. As an ex-girlfriend. I didn't say a word to her. All she said to me was "Show off!"

The reason behind this remark was. I now had a better figure than she did.

 

I wonder what she would have said if she knew it was I underneath all this feminine finery.

For the first time in four months I could eat anything I wanted. Guess what I ordered. Some fruit and cottage cheese with skim milk. I like my figure and causing men to have embarrassing woodies.

 

Another six weeks passed. With every day my operation came closer and closer. Today I met the doctor who would perform my surgery. He performed a pre-surgery exam on me.

The doctor usually makes the trip to school twice a month. Then he examines the two girls that are next in line for their surgery. On the days of his visits the rest of the class knew whose turn it was. To save time the housemother of those girls would send them to breakfast, still wearing their nightgowns.

Today I am wearing my nightgown to breakfast.

"I see you have rounded out quite nicely." said the doctor.

"Thank you," I replied. Proudly showing off my almost 36 inch breasts.

"Please climb onto the exam table and put your legs into the stir-ups."

The same type stir-ups they use when a mother is delivering her baby.

He then examined me for the next ten minutes.

He then told Ms Bracken. "I see no problems here. The operation should be quite normal."

He then turned to me. "You may get dressed."

"I want you to lower Miss Deanna's hormone dosage to where she only needs enough to maintain her feminine looks."

I asked, "when will I have my operation?"

"In a couple of weeks or so. We have found from experience that if a girl knows the exact date. Some girls will become sick. So we don't tell them the exact date."

 

Exactly two weeks later I was taken from my room and transported to the hospital. I was feeling no pain. To help me through this I had been given a sedative at supper, without my knowledge.

I didn't come to my complete senses until two days later. By this time, it was all over with.

As I woke-up I tried to talk to the nurse hovering around me.

"Miss Deanna, please do not try to talk. Your surgery went so well that they decided the work on your throat. So you will able to talk more feminine."

I gestured towards my crotch.

"Yes it is gone. You are all woman now."

I then tried to sit up and take a look.

"Please wait until your doctor makes his visit. That should be sometime this afternoon."

Deciding waiting for my doctor was better than the pain I suffered when I tried to move. I went back to sleep.

It was late afternoon when the doctor finally showed up.

"I know you feel like you have been hit by a truck, Deanna. But the pain will go away in a couple days."

I gestured to my groin.

"You want to take look at yourself. Most new girls do."

He then gave me a mirror so that I didn't have to hurt myself trying to take a look. When I finally got a look at my new sex organ. I felt a little disappointed. Since I have seen only one other pussy except for those in magazines. It looked the same as Donna's. The only differences were the white string hanging out of it., and it was mine.

"That is a tampon. It is there to help stop your vagina from closing."

I returned to school five days later.

 

 

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