Two Unique Weeks

by Betsygirl

  

My consuming interest in women's apparel began before I entered junior high school. I would look with interest at my female classmates as their bodies were just beginning to develop. I would try to see their bras through their blouses or catch a glimpse of their lacy slips under their skirts. On occasion, I would even imagine myself dressed like my classmates. At home, I would look through the catalogs that we regularly received, paying particular attention to the women's apparel, whether it was lingerie, dresses, gowns or even maternity. I was enthralled with it all. While I would rummage through Mom's lingerie drawer or her closet when she wasn't around, I usually only looked at her lovely things or briefly touched them because they were Mom's and moms are to be treated special by their boys. I mean, how would it look if Mom caught me wearing her lacy panties and slips or one of her nightgowns. So, even with my consummate interest in feminine apparel, I had not taken the final step of wearing any of these delightful items.

It was hard though growing up in the single parent house, with Mom the only parent around and no male there for me. She had a good job and was able to provide well for us. In my consummate interest in women's apparel, I did crave to see more and more of what the girls wore under their skirts and not simply look at pictures in catalogs. Toward the end of the school year, I started looking in the schoolyard for those girls who wore the full skirts or dresses with slips or petticoats underneath. When I saw one, I would run past her and try to flip her skirt up so I could get a look at her lovely lacy underthings. This resulted in more that one visit to the principal's office and finally a letter about my ungentlemanly behavior being sent home to Mom. Needless to say, she was not happy with me. Since she did not believe in spanking or any other physical punishment, she merely yelled at me and cajoled me to do better. Also, she took away all of my privileges for a few weeks, hoping that would turn my behavior around. She constantly reminded me that in the fall I would be going to a new school, a combined junior-senior high school. My past behavior would not be tolerated and I might find a few of the boys physically objecting to my flipping their girlfriends' skirts. I put on a good front, saying I would behave better, knowing full well that I would again try to look under girls' skirts every and any chance that I would get.

When school started in the fall, I didn't realize that there would be so many temptations for me. Not only were there the girls who had been my classmates before, but also there were the older high school girls dressed in such a way to tease and tempt their male counterparts. Being one of the youngest and smallest boys in the school, I was completely enamored with them all. As an additional source of sightings, I regularly passed by the doors to the girls' locker room. I would go slow, hoping I could see one or more of the girls in some state of undress when the doors were open for someone entering or leaving. More than once I had been chased away by a student or a teacher who sensed what I was trying to do. One day, Ellen, one of the older girls from my neighborhood, almost caught me. To try to cover my tracks, I asked her how the girls kept from getting their hair wet when they showered after gym. She smiled at the seemingly innocent question and said that many of the girls wore plastic shower caps to protect their hair, especially if they had gym the first class of the day.

It didn't take long before I again began to flip up the skirts of the girls at school. One day, I made the mistake of flipping the skirt of one of the seniors. While I enjoyed seeing Linda's lacy petticoat and her lacy white panties as I quickly lifted her skirt into the air, I didn't realize that this action would result in a unique punishment for me.

Unbeknownst to me, Mom had been in touch with the principal and a few of the teachers about my previous and possible future behavior. She wanted some suitable punishment or deterrent for me, short of anything physical, that would keep me from misbehaving. In essence, she gave these teachers her blanket approval for any plan that they might feel would work. In turn, these teachers let some of their top seniors in on the plan. It was all very much a secret though and was not known to anyone in the general student or teacher population. The teachers and their students had been watching me since school began. One of those students was Linda whose skirt I had just flipped. Another of the students was Ellen. In all, the principal, two teachers and eight girls were in on this plan. Although I was feeling pretty smug at that moment about seeing Linda's panties, my day of reckoning would soon be at hand.

At the end of the next school day, I was passing by the girls' locker room hoping, as always, to get a quick look inside. As I got to where I could hopefully see, Linda and Ellen emerged from the locker room. Before I realized what was happening, they grabbed me and forced me into what had previously been forbidden territory. They dragged me to an open area in the locker room, where girls and a teacher waited. The gym teacher, Miss Harris, a lovely young lady, seemed to be supervising everyone else. She told me that all of the girls throughout the school were fed up with my behavior and that it was time that it changed. Although Mom didn't know what had been planned, Miss Harris was one of the teachers that she had given a free hand to try to bring me under control.

Without much more being said, Miss Harris ordered the girls to completely undress me. I was naturally scared as several pairs of hands quickly removed my shirt, pants, shoes and socks before I could protest what was happening to me. Standing there in only my shorts and tee shirt, I tried to cover myself with my hands. The girls laughed at me in my underwear. Linda asked if I was enjoying being undressed in front of the girls. This caused me to blush bright red. Janet said that I even blushed like a girl. While the girls held me, Miss Harris cut off my tee shirt and shorts, so that I was completely naked in front of eight senior girls.

Miss Harris said that, since I wanted to see the girls' lingerie, I would now get that chance to see it from a close in perspective. With that, Ellen brought out a pink satin bra and managed to get it around my chest without too much of a struggle from me. After it was hooked, Janet produced some realistic breast forms that almost gave me a full B cup. I was starting to experience conflicting feelings and emotions. One part of me said that the bra and the breast forms looked and felt nice. The other part said that it was wrong to be here and to be dressed as a girl, by the girls. I tried to get away when I saw Linda holding a lacy pair of pink satin panties. She asked if I would cooperate so that they could put them on me. Since I was outnumbered, I nodded weakly. I carefully stepped into the soft garment and almost shivered as the satiny panties were slid up my legs.

The softness and silkiness of the panties had an unexpected result for me. I felt myself beginning to get hard, something I had not previously experienced. The girls all started teasing me about my unladylike appearance in my panties. Mary quickly went to her locker and returned with a maxi pad. She said that Jennifer would need it in her panties to properly control herself and keep a feminine front. It took a minute for me to realize that Mary had just referred to me as Jennifer. While I was held, Mary lowered my panties, put the pad in place and the properly tucked me in. When she was done, the girls told me how feminine Jennifer was becoming. I almost pleaded with them to let me go and I would not be a problem again. The girls all smiled at my pleas while Kathy said I still had more to experience.

I was then dressed in a girls' green one-piece, belted, front button gym suit with short sleeves and elastic around the legs. Pink anklets and pink tennis shoes completed my gym outfit. Several of the girls told me how sweet and feminine I looked in my gym suit. I was led me into the gym and put through enough of a workout to develop a good sweat. I was then led back to the shower area of the locker room. Joy and Mary indicated that I needed to undress and shower. Even though the girls had already seen me naked, I paled at the thought of showering in front of them. Miss Harris noticed my obvious reluctance and asked, "Jennifer, do you have a problem with taking a shower?" I stammered, "No ma'am" and started to slowly remove the gym suit. Martha told me that I could store my new clothes in the locker right next to hers. I carefully put it all inside as I was directed. I was embarrassed to notice that my gym locker also contained a box of maxi pads. When I blushed at seeing this, Martha patted my arm and said I should be happy I didn't also have to use tampons during this time. She then showed me how to properly dispose of my used maxi pad.

Just before I got into the shower, Ellen came over to me and placed a pink shower cap over my hair. "See, Jennifer, you are one of the girls who uses a cap to protect her hair during her shower after gym." I entered the steaming shower and quickly washed. While I wanted to stay partially hidden in the mists from the hot shower, I knew that I would have to go out and face the girls shortly. I soon stepped out and allowed two of the girls to dry me off. One of the girls had some scented feminine bath talc and applied it to my body. Another girl proceeded to wrap a towel around me so that it covered me from my breasts to just below my male parts.

I wanted to get dressed and leave, as quickly as possible, as I felt I had already learned my lesson. However, I still had more to endure. Miss Harris stood before me and told me what the rest of my punishment would be. For my bad behavior, since there was already a past history of it from my prior school, I could be suspended from school for two weeks or I could accept the punishment that was about to be offered me. For the next two weeks, I would dress as a girl when I attended school. I would be put on a special schedule where I would take my core courses in the morning and then, in the afternoon, I would be on a special schedule. This would include serving as a dress dummy for the girls in home economics who were learning how to make skirts and dresses. Also, I would be a practice head for the girls in the cosmetology classes to use to practice makeup, facials, manicures or hair styling. At the end of the day, I was to return to the locker room, put on my gym uniform, have my daily workout, shower, and dress and go home.

Miss Harris gave me a few minutes to ponder my decision, while she and the girls silently watched me. While the idea of being dressed as a girl for two weeks had its good points as well as its bad ones, it was far better than being suspended. At least, I would still be able to keep up with my schoolwork and not fall hopelessly behind. As for the inevitable teasing and harassment from the boys, I figured that I should be able to tolerate it. After some thought, I told Miss Harris that I would accept the terms of the punishment she had described rather than risk being suspended.

Miss Harris then informed me that, if I had changed my ways after the two weeks of punishment, I would again be allowed to resume my regular male life. Additionally, I would not be suspended or expelled from school unless there was a repeat of the behavior that got me into this situation in the first place. Also, although our school did not have formal uniforms or a special dress code, I would have to wear a schoolgirl's uniform each day. The uniform would consist of a green and blue plaid, knee length jumper and short sleeve soft white blouse along with the proper lingerie. Each day, two of the girls, hereafter known as Jennifer's big sisters, would make sure I was properly dressed for school before escorting me there. They would also escort me home at the end of the day. I was also informed that my two weeks also included the intervening weekend. Mom had already been contacted and agreed to the punishment. She had assured everyone that I would be properly dressed at all times. She told Miss Harris that she would go shopping for the starter wardrobe that I would need.

After I heard the scope and extent of my punishment, I stood in the middle of my "big sisters." My towel was removed and Linda and Ellen expertly dressed me while the rest of my "big sisters" watched. First, I learned that my pink satin bra and panties that I had worn for my workout were to be worn only under my gym suit. Ellen quickly fastened a lacy white satin bra across my chest and made sure that the breast forms were snugly placed in my cups. Linda then placed a white satin garter belt around my waist and fastened it. She told me that I would feel so much more feminine wearing stockings and suspenders rather than wearing pantyhose. She then helped me into a lacy white pair of satin panties. Before anything else was put on me, she made sure I had a maxi pad and even watched me to make sure I positioned it correctly.

I was then seated on the locker room bench and shown how to put on my black seamed stockings. Ellen told me that seamed stockings made my legs look very feminine. She also said that I had to make sure that I kept the seams straight. Ellen then showed me how to properly attach my stockings to the suspenders. When the stockings were properly attached, I was allowed to stand up and move some. I will say that I was enjoying the tautness of the stockings against my suspenders and I think the girls knew it. One or two teased me about my feminine status. A lacy, full white satin slip was quickly put over my body. I wanted to touch the lace covering the bodice of the slip but I thought better of it.

My white uniform blouse was very soft and had two long streamers at the collar that could be tied into a big floppy bow. I briefly fumbled with the buttons, as they were backward from what I was used to. Ellen helped me into my jumper and zipped the back while Linda tied the streamers into a big bow. Lastly, I had a pair of one-inch heels slid onto my feet. The girls took turns holding me up and helping me walk. In turn each one gave me a few pointers about walking in heels.

When I showed them that I could finally walk in heels, I was again seated on the bench. Janet, one of the cosmetology students, stepped close to me. She took her comb, brush, styling gel and hairspray and fashioned a somewhat feminine style out of my long, unkempt hair. She tied a white satin ribbon in my hair when she finished. Next she started to do my makeup. I almost reneged on the deal at that point. However, I sat there and let her put foundation and powder on my face. I closed my eyes, as directed, while she put some pink eye shadow on my lids. A little pink blush was applied along my cheekbones. As she worked, Janet said that I didn't need much makeup since I was just into my teen years. She then applied some pink lipstick to my lips and had me blot on a tissue. Mary produced some perfume, a simple beaded necklace and some clip-on earrings.

I was ready to go home at that point and I think the girls were ready to let me go. However, I was handed a purse and shown how to carry it over my shoulder. I was also shown how to carry my schoolbooks like a girl would. I was also reminded that when I went to the restroom, I would have to hold up the skirt of my uniform while I sat down to do what was necessary. Finally Linda and Ellen were ready to escort me home. With my purse over my arm and my books held in front of me, I started to leave the locker room. All of a sudden I felt the skirt of my jumper being pulled up, exposing my slip and panties. Of course I blushed and tried to quickly get it back in place. Martha was smiling at me and asking how it felt to be on the receiving end of having my skirt lifted up? Even though I felt embarrassed by having my skirt raised and my lingerie visible to the girls, I said nothing and left with Ellen and Linda.

On the way home, I was afraid of what would happen if I met some of the boys from school. I was also concerned about what Mom would think when she saw her new daughter instead of her son coming in the door. I wouldn't have long to wait to see Mom's reaction since I didn't live too far from the school. As we walked, I heard my heels hitting the pavement and felt the skirt of my jumper and my soft slip brushing against my stocking covered legs. I also felt the strange sensation of having a maxi pad between my legs as I walked. I was confused as all of these sensations filled me with pleasure, even though I knew that I was being punished for my behavior. Ellen and Linda took me right up to my door. Mom was waiting for us and greeted the girls pleasantly. She then looked at me with a mixture of joy and disappointment. She was obviously disappointed about my behavior that had led to this situation. However, as she looked at me in my new apparel, she smiled, reached out and hugged me and said that I looked pretty. She said if I worked at it, I could be a very pretty girl. At that moment, it was the last thing I needed or wanted to hear.

My "big sisters" said that they would see me in the morning and left. Mom had me sit at the table and start on my homework while she fixed dinner. I was really enjoying the feel of the soft silky attire and had a hard time remembering that this was meant to be punishment. During dinner, she asked me how I felt being dressed and treated as a girl. I looked down at my plate and blushed. She continued to ask, trying to coax an answer from me. Finally, I told her that, perhaps this was what I really needed. I liked wearing a dress and lingerie. I then admitted how often I had looked and touched her nice things but had never gotten the nerve to try any of them on. When I admitted to being into her dresser and her closet, she smiled and said that she knew it from the way things were messed up and out of order. She didn't want to embarrass me by coming out and asking me directly if I had been into her things.

After dinner, I helped Mom clean up the kitchen. She put a frilly pink apron over my uniform for protection. I didn't even mind the style or the color of the apron. At bedtime, Mom helped me change out of my uniform and hang it up properly. She also showed me how to properly remove my makeup and to cleanse my skin. Back in my room, I changed into a pair of light green satin babydoll pajamas with lace all around both the sleeve and leg openings. Mom tucked me in and gave me a good night kiss on my cheek. As she turned off the light, I settled into my bed and thought about all of the day's events.

The next morning, Mom got me up earlier than usual, saying that it would take Jennifer longer to get ready until she was used to her new status. I quickly showered and used the bath talc as Mom had directed. I wrapped my towel around me as was done yesterday and returned to my room. Mom had laid out my clothes for the day and had said she would be right there to help me get ready. I started to dress and managed to get the bra hooked around me with the breast forms filled my cups. The garter belt went on easily and I slid my panties in place and made sure I had the maxi pad in position. I sat on the bed and carefully slid my stockings on my legs. I was in the process of attaching the stocking tops to the suspenders when Mom walked in to help. She stopped and watched me clip the stockings to the suspenders. When I was done, she complimented me on how well I had done. She oversaw the rest of my dressing and then helped me with my hair and makeup.

I barely had time for a brief breakfast before my "big sisters" arrived. They looked me over, making sure I was dressed as I was supposed to be. We then walked to school for my first full day as Jennifer. The morning wasn't too bad, although I did hear some nasty comments from some of the boys in my classes. After lunch though was a totally different experience. The home ec teacher had me remove my jumper and blouse and then be available to put on the dress or skirt of a student so she could work with the hem. In that first class I must have had on ten different skirts and dresses, not all of which fit me properly. The second home ec class was merely a repeat of the first, although these girls were working on long, ankle-length dresses. The first one I put on felt different from any of the other things I had worn. It was a dark green satin gown, fitted bodice, sleeveless, somewhat full-skirted gown that seemed to be made especially for me. The feel of the long, soft skirt around my knees and ankles was a strange and lovely sensation that I savored.

I then went to the beauty salon and lab where I received a manicure with pale pink polish. My nails looked different now and I loved it. I then had my hair set on rollers and dried. The girls in cosmetology treated me as if I were another girl for their use while learning their future craft. I had a pink plastic shampoo cape covering my uniform all the time I was in the salon and lab. I also wore a hairnet after my hair had been set and I was under the drier. At one point, Janet walked past and whispered to me that I looked very feminine with my shampoo cape covering my uniform and my hair in rollers.

As I was being combed out, the teacher watched the student and gave some advice on ho to make my style softer and more feminine. When the school day ended, it was back to the locker room and my physical exercise in front of all of my "big sisters." As I was headed for the locker room, I was confronted by a few of the older boys, who made crude suggestions about me in a dress and what I should do for them. They started to close in on me when Miss Harris and two of my big sisters appeared from the locker room. As both a teacher and as an individual, Miss Harris was not one to be trifled with. She glared angrily at the boys and said that they had better behave or they could be subjected to the same punishment as I was receiving. She was about to start taking names when the boys quickly decided to disperse. I gave Miss Harris a look of thanks and went into the locker room and changed into my gym uniform. When my physical exercise was completed, I showered and dressed. Martha and Janet were waiting to escort me home.

The rest of the first week went by in a similar fashion, although the word had gone out to the boys and I was left alone. I wore my pink frilly apron and helped Mom clean up the kitchen after dinner. I learned how to hand wash my soft lingerie and to properly hang it up so that it would dry. The girls continued to provide escort service each day, both to and from school. In home ec, I continued to serve as a model. In the second class of the day, I was fitted with the dark green satin gown while the student made any adjustments to make the dress fit. If I didn't know better, I would have sworn that this was my gown.

I was experiencing the different selections from the beauty salon as I received a pedicure, facial and makeover. On Friday, I even received a permanent, giving my hair soft curls. In the locker room after my new permanent, I was about to change into my gym suit when Ellen told me to stay dressed. Mary came up to me and said that there was a slumber party at her house and I was invited. When I looked at her quizzically, Ellen said I would be there and she would help me get ready.

On the way home, I asked Ellen about the advisability of me being at the slumber party. Surely the parents would object to having a boy attend, even one wearing panties, bra and nightgown. Ellen assured me that Mary's parents had been informed about Jennifer and they were open-minded enough to accept her as a guest. I then asked what went on at a slumber party. She explained that is was a girls' evening together, where they watched movies, talked about boys and did each other's hair and nails. Ellen assured me that very little sleeping was done at a slumber party. Once at home, Ellen talked to my Mom and told her of the plans for the evening. Together, they selected a skirt and blouse for me to wear to Mary's. Ellen also selected my long lavender satin nightgown, matching panties and a satin sleep bonnet for me to wear that night. As I went to my room to change for the evening, Mom told me how nice my hair looked with its curls.

Ellen talked to Mom while I changed. I wish I could have heard the conversation because I am sure that I was the main topic under discussion. I knew that I dared not be caught while trying to eavesdrop, so I quickly removed my uniform and hung it up. I slipped the lavender satin blouse over my arms and buttoned it up the front. I stepped in the short, straight black skirt and placed it around my waist. I felt partially unclothed, as the skirt was a good five inches above my knee. Had the skirt been flaring rather than straight, I am sure my stocking tops and suspenders would have been visible. Since no other shoes were out, I kept my heels on and walked out to join Mom and Ellen.

Mom handed me a canvas overnight bag with my nightwear, my slippers and my makeup and told me to have fun. Ellen said that I would be home some time in the afternoon because all of the girls were going shopping after we woke up. Mom asked if I needed any money for shopping. Before I could answer, Ellen said that I would be just one of the girls and not have to buy anything. Mom smiled as she gave me a big hug and again told me to have fun. I smiled weakly and said that I would.

Ellen and I walked to her house where she went and quickly got her things. Just before we left, Ellen introduced me to her mother, saying that I was a new girl at school and she had befriended me. Her mom gave me a once over and said that I was a pretty girl. This caused me to blush in front of her. She smiled at me and said that it was nice to see that a young girl, like me, still had the innocence around her so that she could blush. She told us to have a nice time tonight.

Ellen and I walked to Mary's house in the next block. I was carrying my purse over my shoulder and my overnight bag in my hand, following Ellen's example as we chatted about my first week of punishment. In strictest confidence, I did admit to her that it no longer seemed like punishment but rather seemed to be an enjoyable experience. I smiled and said I liked the feel of my new clothes. Ellen admitted that she liked the new, more refiner me as opposed to the brat I had been. I smiled and thanked her.

When we got to Mary's, we went to a spare bedroom and changed into our sleepwear. Leaving my bra and panties on, I quickly slipped into my nightgown and slippers. Ellen changed into a lovely pair of black satin babydoll pajamas, that were so sheer and filmy they barely hid any of her lovely body. We soon joined the girls in the family room. Each of the girls wore lovely satin sleepwear in different styles and lengths, from the babydolls of Ellen to the waltz-length nightie of Janet to the ankle-length nightie of Kathy.

As promised, the evening was one of snacking, watching what are affectionately called chick flicks, giggling a lot, doing each others hair and toenails, and talking about boys. For most of the conversation, I kept quiet, contributing little. Part of the discussion centered on the big dance next Friday and what each of the girls was wearing to it. As Joy painted my toenails with a nice pink enamel, she asked me about my dress for the dance. Upon hearing her question, I blushed while looking down and said that I didn't have a dress, as I wasn't planning on going. At this comment, several of my big sisters gave each other knowing looks. I did not detect this exchange nor would I have understood its meaning if I had.

We finally settled down sometime during the night and caught a few hours of sleep. When we awoke, there was a mad dash for the bathroom. It was interesting with that many girls and those few bathrooms. Finally, everyone completed her morning routine and we had a late breakfast while still dressed in our sleepwear. After we finished breakfast, several of the girls excused themselves and changed into their regular clothes, saying that they could not go shopping with us as they had things to do with their families. This left Mary, Ellen, Linda, Kathy and I to go out shopping. I dressed carefully in my lingerie, skirt, blouse and heels. Ellen assisted me with my hair and makeup. I was wondering what we were going to do about the weather since it was raining. Each of the girls wore a regular hooded raincoat over their clothes. Before I could ask if I would have a nice raincoat, the girls produced one of the old fashioned, clear plastic raincoats with a belt and attached hood. I slipped it on, fastened the belt and adjusted the hood, ready for our shopping trip.

We went to the mall, which had several large department stores and numerous small specialty shops. In one shoe store, Ellen suggested that I try on a pair of four-inch heels. She reminded me that we were the same shoe size. Ellen casually asked the saleslady if they were available in dark green. Upon seeing me in my raincoat, she asked if we wanted the clear plastic rain boots also. Ellen smiled and said that perhaps we would be back for them later. When the heels in the requested color were brought out, my big sisters watched as I tried them on. They were ready to assist me if I had difficulty standing or walking in them. However, after a few steps around the store, I was able to walk almost effortlessly in the heels. Ellen jokingly said that I could wear them for her and break them in. Our next stop was the lingerie store, where Mary picked out bra, panties, garter belt and a long ankle-length full slip in dark green satin. I looked at the lovely lingerie and asked her why everyone was interested in dark green apparel. She just smiled in response.

At the jewelry kiosk, we giggled as we held different length earrings up to each other's ears. Kathy held out a particularly lovely pair of gold clip-on roses and asked my opinion. I said that they looked very nice, but I thought most of my big sisters had pierced ears. She replied that it was a birthday gift for her mom. She had me try them on so she could see how they looked. She also had me try on the matching gold necklace. After a few minutes, she seemed satisfied and said that her mom would like them. I took them off and let Kathy have them. We kidded with each other as to whether any of us had the nerve to go into the Exotic Undies store and buy some of their sexy lingerie. Although none of us would admit to having the nerve to go in, we did look in as we walked past a few times. We did stop into the bridal and formal shop though. I did take some kidding about one day wearing white when I got married. I tried on a pair of elbow length satin gloves in dark green to see how they felt. Linda said she liked them so much; she bought the pair for herself. The rest of the time was spent trying on different dresses, blouses and skirts in the large department stores. I must admit that I enjoyed trying on the different styles and hearing my sisters' comments about how things looked on me.

It was mid-afternoon by the time we returned to Mary's house. Ellen and I picked up our overnight bags, thanked Mary for her hospitality and left. On the way to my house, I told Ellen that I had had a wonderful time. I also apologized to her for my previous behavior. She smiled and said that the change in my behavior was evident to all of my sisters. She reminded me that I had another week to endure before I could become a boy again. When she said this, I almost began to cry. I told Ellen that I wished Jennifer didn't have to go away. She said nothing but stopped walking and turned and hugged me until I was composed again. She didn't mention my wish the rest of the way home.

After a quiet Sunday with Mom, I began my second week of punishment. On Monday, it seemed like I had settled into the routine of my new class schedule. After all of my classes on Tuesday, I headed for the girls' locker room and my physical education. When I entered, I saw three of my big sisters dressed in their green and gold cheerleading uniforms. I was about to put on my green gym suit when Amy, the head cheerleader told me that I would be wearing something special this afternoon. With that, she pulled a cheerleader uniform out of the locker for me. Ellen gave me a white satin camisole to wear under the top, which I quickly put on. The gold satin panties went over my regular white satin panties and provided me with double protection. Amy helped me into the short green uniform, trimmed in gold and zipped up the back for me. I sat on the bench on put on my gold anklets and green and gold tennis shoes. Janet then enhanced and added to my makeup. She said that I should wear as much makeup today as the other girls. Lastly, she put several green and gold satin streamers in my hair and said I was ready.

Amy handed me my pom-poms and then led me out to the field with the other girls. I was introduced to them as Jennifer, a special student here at the school. Amy gave me a quick course in our cheers and how to lead them. She said that if I didn't know a cheer or a routine, that I could just shake my pom-poms. I was nervous but said I would do my best. She flashed a radiant smile and said she knew I would.

Throughout the afternoon, I followed the other girls in leading the cheers. As I jumped about, I could feel my short skirt moving about and revealing a bit of my gold panties. Somehow, I managed to get through the game. Afterwards, Any hugged me and said that her little sister Jennifer had done a nice job. I thanked her for the compliment. Rather than change, I asked if I could wear my uniform home. Amy agreed, especially since she and Joy would be my big sister escorts today. Joy had my school uniform in a plastic garment bag, waiting for me. She said that she had watched me throughout the game and that I had done very well for not knowing any of the cheers or the routines. She smiled as she asked Amy if I was a good cheerleader. Amy replied that she wished she had some way to keep me on the squad.

At home, Mom greeted us and told me that I looked lovely in my cheerleader uniform. I blushed, something I had been doing a lot of lately, and let her hug me. Later, when I took off the uniform and hung it up, I knew I would have to return it, but I wanted to keep it in my room for a few days. Mom thought that it would be all right and said she would call Amy and explain.

The rest of the week hurried on to its conclusion. In a way, I was sorry to see Friday arrive, for it meant the end of my time as Jennifer. I dressed and met my big sister escorts for our one last walk to school. The morning classes passed quickly as did the first home ec class. In the second class, I had the dark green satin gown on as the student did the finishing touches. I didn't want to take it off. Mrs. Thompson, the home ec teacher, told me I would look lovely in it tonight at the dance. When she said that to me, I was stunned speechless. As I stood there in the gown, Linda came into the room and told me that this was, indeed, my gown for the dance. She would have my gown and gloves; Ellen had my shoes, Mary my lingerie and Kathy my jewelry. Janet, during my time at the beauty salon and lab, would do my hair, makeup and nails. It took a few seconds for all of this to sink in. When it did, I thanked everyone for making it possible. Mrs. Thompson also assured me that Pamela had wanted to make my gown for tonight and had earned an "A" for her grade on this project. Linda said, that I had to change and get to the beauty salon. She and the rest of my sisters would be waiting for me after school.

I quickly changed back into my jumper and blouse while Linda took my gown for me. Janet was waiting for me when I arrived and quickly had me protected with my pink shampoo cape. She gently washed and conditioned my hair and then took me to a styling station, where she put my hair up in rollers. As I sat under the dryer, I watched as she did my nails. She used a nice red polish to accentuate my nails. I was afraid to move them because they looked wet even when they were dry. Janet assured me that was how they were supposed to look.

Back at the styling station, Janet did my makeup in shades of red, from my blush to my eye shadow to my lipstick. Everything coordinated with the red of my nails. I looked in the mirror at my red pouty lips and smiled. Janet took my hair off of the rollers and proceeded to do my hair in a very formal fashion. It also made me look older than I was. As a finishing touch, she took several tendrils of my hair and had them frame my face. I gasped when I saw her finished product and thanked her profusely. She removed my shampoo cape and walked out of the salon with me.

All of the girls were meeting at Mary's to get dressed. Janet and Joy were my escorts this afternoon as we headed to Mary's house. By the time we got there, all of the others were already there in various states of dress and undress. Most were too excited to eat. Mary handed me the bag with my new lingerie and asked if I needed any help. I smiled and said if I have a little space, I believe I can manage getting into my lingerie. Mary took me to the spare room where I took off my uniform, sad that it would be for the last time and removed m white satin lingerie. I changed into my new green satin lingerie. I also took note that Mary had thoughtfully placed a maxi pad and black stockings in the bag for me. I luxuriated as the full, lacy satin slip slid over my body, covering me from the ankles to my bodice.

Once I was dressed in my lingerie, I went returned to the family room where all of the other girls were getting ready. Ellen handed me my heels, which I easily slid on my feet. Everyone was asking if I would be able to dance in those heels. I gasped and said that I had not even considered the thought of dancing. I then admitted that I wasn't sure I knew how to dance, especially to slow music. Everyone laughed at that statement and then Joy, dressed in her black satin lingerie and heels, showed me how a woman can dance backward and in high heels. It took a few minutes with Joy before I felt comfortable.

As we were putting on our gowns, gloves, jewelry, perfume and making sure our makeup was still all right, I suddenly realized I had no idea who my date would be. I asked everyone who I would be dating or would I not have a date. Martha quickly spoke up and said that her twin brother Roger would be my date. I asked her if he knew about me and she assured me he did. It seems that he was just beginning able to deal with his sexuality. While he liked girls, he really did not want to date them nor would he really like his male partners in dresses. If he could have gone to the dance with another boy, both dressed in tuxes, he would have been overjoyed. Since this was not possible, he had planned to stay home until Martha asked a favor of him. When she explained about Jennifer, he was happy to be her escort, promising to be a perfect gentleman. This would allow Roger the appearance at school of dating an attractive girl while keeping his true nature hidden. Even Roger's present boyfriend approved of the idea.

The girls were finally dressed waiting for their dates to arrive. Their gowns were every color of the rainbow. Most of them wore gowns like mine, with a fitted bodice and a flowing skirt from the waist. Some were sleeveless and some had sheer sleeves. One was even strapless. Two of the girls had selected form-fitting sheath gowns that truly enhanced their figures. The boys had all gone together and rented a super stretch limo that would easily and comfortably hold the nine couples. When the boys arrived, it was a scene of mass confusion as each of the girls received her corsage. Roger gave me a wrist corsage and told me that I looked very pretty. As I took it, I noticed that it went well with my gown. I looked to Ellen for assistance with how to wear the corsage. She showed me how to carefully slide the elastic wristband over my glove and around my left wrist.

The rest of the evening was a blur for me as Roger was the perfect gentleman. He did not misbehave or make any improper suggestions. In the limo, he sat beside me and put his arm around me as the other boys did with their dates. On the dance floor, I felt at ease as he held me and guided me around. He held open doors for me and held my chair when I sat down. In this situation, I could not have asked for a better date. When we returned to Mary's house, he escorted me to the door and then, even though the porch light was on, gave me a light kiss on the lips. I walked inside on cloud nine. My big sisters teased me about my first kiss.

I was glad though that I could finally take my heels off and give my aching feet a rest. Many of the girls felt the same way. Rather than go home, the girls had all brought their sleepwear for another slumber party. Mom had even brought my things over while I was at the dance. We sat around in our gowns and talked about the evening. Eventually our talk turned to my last two weeks. They asked me how I felt about all that had happened to me. I first apologized to them for the type of individual I had been. I also admitted to them that what had started out as punishment had turned into two of the greatest weeks I had ever lived. Lastly, I admitted a degree of sadness over the loss of my identity Jennifer. I then went and hugged each of the girls, personally thanking them for all of their help and for making me truly feel like I was Jennifer.

As I sat down, Ellen looked at me and spoke for the others. She felt that I had made major changes in my behavior and in my treatment of girls. Perhaps, if I wanted, they could talk to Miss Harris, the principal and my Mom about continuing Jennifer's existence. I looked at her with tears in my eyes and asked if she and they really would do that for me? They all nodded and voiced their assent. I felt like I was in heaven at that moment. Then Amy spoke up and said that if Jennifer was staying, she sure could use her and develop her into an excellent cheerleader. I look forward to again wearing the green and gold and serving as a cheerleader with Amy.

  

  

  

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