Ballerina Boy Billy - Part 2 (Patreon)

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 'Punished!' 

Meanwhile, Melissa, standing behind me moved closer and turned back the neck of the garment to reveal a nametag. 

"Here it is Mummy, my name tag!" she exclaimed showing Mum the name.

"You've been telling us a pack of lies Billy," said Mum, "not only are you dressed like a freak but you are also a  thief and a liar. I cannot trust you anymore!" 

This revelation had dad once again on the offensive as he turned around from the fire. He strode across the room  towards me and bawled, "You little fairy, go to your room  this minute and get to bed there's no food for you tonight,  and take this with you as a reminder at how disappointed I am  with you!" Then he landed me a powerful slap across the face that sent me reeling. 

The floodgates opened and I burst into tears, wailing and crying uncontrollably. I turned and walked past Melissa and then rushed into the hall, up to my room, and threw myself on the bed crying unmercifully. I was still crying when Mum and Melissa came upstairs ten minutes later and despite still being angry, sat alongside me on the bed as they tried to comfort me as best they could. 

After I had calmed down mum began to explain the seriousness of the situation. 

"Your Dad is furious with you for stealing, which is a  phase boys tend to go through, but he is even more upset by your lying! Why didn't you tell the truth, Billy?"

"I tried to Mum, but it seemed such an easy way out," I  replied simpering away still feeling my face on fire. 

"I also know you've been inside my purse and stole money  and although father doesn't know, it makes me equally as  mad!"

"I'm sorry Mum, but I was desperate to buy my first  blocks."

"But little boys don't wear blocks Billy?" was Melissa's  comment as mother reinforced her argument by gently patting  me on the butt, "they're only meant for girls."

"But I like wearing them," I tried to explain. "I love to  rise up and try to defy gravity."

"Well look where your defying gravity has got you," she replied.

I turned around and could see dad standing in the doorway,  reflected in my dressing table mirror as he contemplated the feminine-looking creature arrayed on the bed. I was 

dressed in the flimsiest of attire in shades of pinks and pale blues, my feet encased in the daintiest of footwear,  my ankles trapped in delicate bonds of white satin ribbon,  lying prone across the bed, with my face obscured by the golden tresses of a long blonde wig. 

I wondered what was going through his mind. Maybe he was coming to terms with the fact I was just a bit 'odd' or at least he was trying to create some sort of sense out of my homegrown fantasy. It didn't end there as mum suddenly appeared from my dressing room holding a black bin liner bag. 

"After Mrs. Kelly's information we put two and two together and decided to look in your room," said Mum. "Now can you explain this strange assortment of female clothing we found in the back of your closet? Some of this is your sister's,  but we have no idea where the rest has come from!" 

She said sitting down and dumping the bag beside me, "have  you been stealing from the neighbor's washing lines?"

"Please Mum," I said slowly feeling very uncomfortable. How much worse could it get?

"You don't have to say anything now Billy but you'll have to explain yourself to Madame Olga in person tomorrow morning," she said wondering why they didn't make me squirm some more. Then my parents then decided to leave while  Melissa eagerly stayed on behind to do some more digging into my odd behavior. 

"You know, you look really sweet in that outfit Billy," she said sitting on the bed beside me. "No wonder you wanted to  go to ballet lessons in my place, you look quite convincing  as a girl, you're an absolute doll!"

Following my sister's comment, I sat up on the bed and  wiped my eyes, "Do you really mean that?" I blurted out without really thinking as she looked into my tear-stained eyes. 

"There have been times when I would love to have had a  little sister to play with instead of a brother when I was  younger, so if you keep all this sissy stuff going, perhaps  I will get my wish after all."

"But I only dressed like this so I could practice the girl's parts in my ballet lessons," I said weakly in response. 

"You might say that Billy and it might look that way to Mum  and Dad," she continued kindly, but then added firmly, "How  does that explain all the other girl's stuff you've  collected in your closet and other places we haven't discovered?"

My mouth dropped, trust Melissa but she wasn't finished yet.

"After all, you wouldn't wear a girl's nightdress like this one to ballet class, or a school girl's blouse, or a St.  Mary's School pinafore dress, now would you?" she asked and  I was beaten when I remembered the night I'd filched that from our neighbor's washing line a few month's earlier. 

"Then what about all these grown-up ladies knickers and slips?" she asked. 

"Umm. I found them in a skip"

"Now Billy, enough of the lies, you've stolen them all from clotheslines!" she stated.

"No Melissa please," I pleaded but she was in full flow.

"Billy I know what's wrong with you, but I need to ask you,  is it because you would like to be a little girl who grows into a big lady?" she asked. 

"No of course not!" I stammered as Melissa read the truth through all my lies.

Just then Mum came back in through the door with a supper tray. "Your Dad has relented, so you won't go hungry after all," she said setting it down on the bed beside me. While  you're eating, I can tell you about the phone conversation  Dad has just had with Madame Olga's husband, Mr. Somers."   "What did they decide?" 

"Although your father doesn't agree with him, Mr. Somers thinks that the shame of attending ballet lessons as a girl should nip all this in the bud," she said. "However I think it's going to teach you to stop lying and get all this  dressing as a girl out of your system."

I ate in silence and wondered if that was much of a  punishment.

"It seems that Diana was very impressed by your dancing,  and she told her mother that you could make a wonderful ballet dancer," said Mother plowing on but saving the best for last. "Your dancing abilities don't excuse your  stupid and irresponsible behavior, and her mother also  feels you should be punished!" 

Suddenly I choked on a mouthful of food and began coughing and spluttering all over my ballet clothes. I rushed to the bathroom to avoid being sick and to clear up the mess. As I  returned minus my ballet outfit, the meaning of Mum's statement slowly sank in.

Sure enough, that call had sealed my fate and mum told me that I would dress up as a girl for my confrontation with  Madame Olga in the morning in order to return her stolen ballet dress! 

Dressed just in Melissa's knickers, I was surprised when I  found that mum had lifted a pink cotton nightdress that I'd stolen from my cousin Amanda and asked me to come close.  She lined it up against me and said, "a good fit! What do  you think Melissa?"

There was an evil smirk on Melissa's face as mother looked at her and she nodded her approval. At that Mum just lifted it up and told me to lift my arms up so I could insert them in the sleeves.

"There now a good fit," said Mum as she lowered the garment carefully over my head and fussily arranged the frilled neckline to sit properly upon my bare shoulders. I went to try to remove the wig that was still on my head.

"We don't want to disturb those golden tresses, now do we  darling?" she said surprising me slightly, "You look so cute in that nightdress almost like a second daughter."

"Can I take this wig off, my head itches?" I asked.

"No just leave it where it is," said Mum. "Get into bed."

"Yes we might super glue it in place," threatened Melissa.

Such a threat soon had me doing as I was told, and without a moment's hesitation I jumped into bed and my mum tucked the duvet all around me. 

"Now there's a good girl," she said as though she meant it,  "You'd best get some beauty sleep, goodnight sweetheart!"

They both kissed me on the cheek and put my light out leaving me in total darkness as I heard them quietly sniggering together while they walked off down the hall. 

"Maybe Billy will take your place after all," said Mum,  "looks like she's going to have to do it for the next week  at least."

"Well I am going to have such fun with a sissy little bother," Melissa said as a parting shot as they retreated down the stairs leaving me to ruminate over an uncertain future. I couldn't help blaming Diana and her meddling,  everything was going great until today, now my preoccupation with things feminine was general knowledge and was I going to be humiliated for it! 

 'An eventful morning!' 

"Wakey wakey sweetheart!" said my Mum the following morning as she with Melissa in tow, bustled noisily into my room.  "To save your blushes in front of dad, we've brought you 

breakfast in bed." 

I sat up as she placed the tray in my lap and then she then disappeared into the bathroom to run my bath.

"I've laid out the clothes you're going to wear on your dressing room chair. Thankfully all the cold weather has gone so you can wear one of Melissa's pretty dresses to  Madame Olga's. 

As I glanced down at the golden tresses tickling my bare shoulders, and cascading over the lacy top of the nightdress I was wearing, panic suddenly set in. "But Mum,  you don't really expect me to go to Madame Olga's dressed  as a girl do you?" 

She emerged from the closet with my stolen tutu and she smiled wistfully at Melissa, "I always imagined having two daughters around the house! Now it looks as though my dream  is about to come true, albeit briefly." 

Melissa was happily dressed in jeans and a short-sleeve  white blouse, so while I brushed my teeth she scooted off downstairs with my tray while mother stayed behind to help me get dressed in Melissa's freshly laundered dress that now laid across a chair in my bedroom. 

"Take your nightdress off Billy, and slip into these." 

I did as I was told and stood in a pair of Melissa's white flowered cotton panties. The kind that the boys at school would deliberately attempt to ogle by following the girls up the staircase into school. Of course, I had done it too,  craning my neck to peep up their skirts but I certainly wouldn't be doing such a thing now that I was wearing them! 

"The trouble with girl's dresses is when the fabric loses its crispness, you need to wear a starched cotton slip to give your dress somebody. So hold your arms up for me now, precious."

She held the garment above me and slowly lowered it down over my head and arms. As the stiffened skirt descended and the white lacy hem came to rest just above my knees, she arranged the elasticated waistband comfortably around my tummy. 

"Do all girls have to go through all this fuss?" I enquired 

"You'd best ask your sister what it's like to be a young lady! She's older than you and is growing rapidly, so she has to contend with much, much, more." She replied.

However innocent little me didn't understand what she was talking about!

"Sit on the bed, and you can put on your socks and shoes." 

I looked in dismay at the short, white lacy socks that I was expected to wear. 

"But why can't I wear tights the same as Melissa does?" I said groaning with disappointment. 

"Do any of the girls of your age wear tights to school?" she replied.

"No Mum!" I replied, biting my lip. "Well girl, there's your answer!" 

So I had to settle for the frilly topped white socks and dinky black dolly shoes that Mum buckled on my feet. I was wearing what Melissa would describe later as my 'Shirley Temple' look.

Standing up, I looked over at the dress lying across the chair. It was a short blue cotton dress with elbow-length sleeves, a Peter Pan collar and a ruched bodice. As she held it up, I didn't need any encouragement to try the dress on for myself. I felt quite happy as she buttoned it up at the back. Before I turned towards the mirror for a preview, she went to work with her makeup bag.

Five minutes later I stood still dreamily staring into the mirror, having just had my first 'makeover ' when the door swung open.

"Is she ready yet?" asked Melissa who dashed into the room and gasped with delight as Mum finished tying my wig hair into two bunches with two blue satin ribbons.

"She looks pretty as a picture, can I play with my new sister?" 

"No you don't Melissa, I've spent too much time getting my new princess ready for her first outing for you to spoil things for her now, and anyway, we are running late!" 

The next moment I had the plastic bag containing my tutu thrust into my hand before being propelled out of my bedroom and along the corridor to the top of the stairs. There I hesitated, suddenly aware of my father looking up the stairs at my bare legs and goodness knows what else. He shook his head as he witnessed the start of my humiliation. Perhaps he was humiliated too. As I tried to walk down the stairs, my legs turned to jelly as the realization dawned on how vulnerable I had become in my new role as a little, innocent girl called Wendy.

Then I realized that my ordeal was about to begin and I visualized what was in store for me in a quick fast-motion movie.

As I reached the front door with Mum holding my hand, I realized that my second hurdle was just about to begin. It would be a quick dash out to the car in full view of all the neighbors. I was lucky that no one saw me hop and skip into the back seat. My hair bouncing up and down as I went.

As I imagined sitting in the car catching my breath, I realized that there was just a three minute drive through the center of town to Madame Olga's school. As the car moved off, I wondered if any of my school friends would spot me. I decided that I would slink down in the back seat as much as I could but I also hoped that with it being so early in the morning none of them would be about.

Finally, I was going to have to go past the hordes of senior girls at ballet class and then to face up to the nauseating experience of explaining away my stupid behavior to Madame Olga.

As I felt sick, I made a desperate grab for the banister and my legs seemed to buckle under me and the tutu slipped from my grasp and it quickly gathered speed as it tumbled down the stairs into Dad's arms.

His face registered shock and horror, as he must have thought I would be taking the same fast route. However I regained my balance, and so with trembling legs and gripping the handrail tightly for all I was worth, I clip-clopped unsteadily down the stairs. I was surprised when he opened his arms and gave me a most unexpected hug. 

"I thought you were a goner just then Billy!" he said as he passed the tutu back to Mum.

"No Dad, I haven't fallen down those stairs since I was three," I reminded him and that seemed to ease a sigh of relief from everyone. It was Dad's generous hug that restored my self-confidence, as he looked down at me and held me at arm's length.

"Ahem!" he coughed suddenly nervous. "You look very nice in that dress ahem!" 

I lowered my eyelashes on to my hot glowing scarlet cheeks. "Umm! Thanks, Dad!" I replied smiling at his unveiled compliment, which surprised us all! 

"Thanks for that Dad!" said Mum as she kissed him on the cheek goodbye.

"Race you out to the car," called Melissa happily to me.

"No more rushing around today for you young lady!" reprimanded Mum. So Melissa took me gently by the hand as dad opened the front door for us. Then as we skipped daintily down the steps towards the car, we were brought to an abrupt halt by the arrival of my best friends! 

"Is Billy indoors, Melissa?" asked Tom as my confidence took another tumble! But while the boys were talking to my sister, I slipped quietly past them down the steps and out into the car. 

"I didn't see him indoors, do you know where Billy has gone?" Melissa shouted and my backward glance of reproach at my sister allowed the boys to read the guilty expression on my face.

Recognition was immediate and James demanded, "Hey Billy, why are you going out dressed as a soppy girl?" 

Before I could answer, Mum had appeared on the scene and spoke out to twist the knife even further. "He's being punished, so that's the reason he's dressed as a girl, isn't that right Billy?" 

I nodded my head unhappily and John grinned impishly. " Normally I would be grounded for a week for anything serious but you must be in real trouble." 

They chuckled uproariously at my discomfiture, "Perhaps it won't be so bad and you'll be used to it with all the ribbing you get at school for being a ballet boy."

"What's the frilly thing in the bag, Billy?" asked Tom who'd spotted the ballet tutu I was carrying. 

So mum kindly explained! "It's a ballerina's dress, Tom, Billy stole it from ballet school to wear at home, so he's now on his way to take it back to Mrs. Somers in the car." 

'I don't believe I'm hearing this,' I thought to myself, as my friends looked me up and down just once more just to be sure! 

"We're taking this box to my uncle's house before going over to the common to climb the old oak so perhaps you can come along later?" asked James.

"Not dressed like THAT she won't!" laughed Tom. 

Mum intervened as she took my tutu and before Tom could protest shoved it in his arms "You may as well make yourself useful Tom, you can carry Billy's tutu out to the car for her." 

"Err yes, Mrs. Fielding," was all the shocked and dismayed boy could say as the other tho sniggered quietly in the background. As we got into the car they ran off as fast as their legs could carry them to obviously spread the word amongst their friends.

There wasn't much said in the car and Diana greeted our arrival at Madame Olga's as she dashed over to the car. She had a broad smile of welcome on her face as she excitedly opened my door. 

"Hi, Wendy! I'm so pleased you came, let me take that from you while you get out." She held my tutu as I climbed out of the car, "My oh my, I love the dress!" she continued warmly. 

"Umm, it's only one of my sister's cast-offs," I replied an admission that earned me a look of disapproval from Melissa.

"Well, it's a very nice dress, for a boy to wear that is! It really suits you, since you have such nice long legs!" 

Diana took me by the hand and led the way into the building, Mother and my sister tagging along behind as we trotted along the corridor past the dance studio, to tap-tap at the door of her mother's office, where Madame was already waiting.

"Come in my dears!" she said, her voice boomed from inside. 

I was surprised to see her husband Mr. Somers, my headmaster standing beside her as he looked strangely at me.

"Please sit down," she said pointing to the chairs in front of her desk. 

"So you are the thief that our daughter has told us so much about?" Mr. Somers asked.

I squirmed uncomfortably in my borrowed clothes under the gaze of 4 females and Somers even though his quietly spoken comment was kinder than I had expected.

"Speak, girl, speak!" prompted Madame. 

"Umm, Yes Mrs. Somers!" I stammered, unsure who to address beneath Madame's icy gaze.

"I'm pleased to see that you are dressed as a girl, and may I say, a very convincing one at that!" she said. "Your mother's appearance indicates that your parents fully support your punishment being meted out to you for stealing. In fact, I believe you've brought back some of my property." 

I looked down to the eye the white satin tutu, which I'd laid on my lap and coughed uneasily before finding my voice after a dig in the ribs from Mum. "Yes Madame, I'm afraid it is."

"I hope you realize Billy, that a costume like that is very expensive. Why even top ballet companies can't afford to lose such a dress so why did you steal it?" 

I fiddled with the plastic bag, as I recalled the pleasure that wearing the dress had given me and now it was making me feel so uncomfortable. 

"Answer her Billy." Prompted Mum. 

"Because, because I liked wearing it for my private practice sessions Madame Olga," I said honestly blurting out my true feelings for once. 

However, her eyes narrowed to slits, "I think the same would be true for all my female pupils, and even some of the boys. But only very special young ladies get to wear such a dress in my school and in any case stealing is stealing!" 

"I'm very sorry Madame, but I only borrowed it to find out what it was like to wear it because I knew I would never have the chance to wear such a beautiful ballet costume."

She stood up and paced up and down the office.

"Well young man, thank you for being so candid," she said, "You have a point that as a boy you could never wear that dress. However, if you were a girl then it is perfectly possible for you to do so and for this reason, I have asked you to come here today."

I looked at Mum and she at me.

"I have a proposal to put to you and it helps that you are appropriately dressed for the role I have in mind and that you have your ballet kit with you." 

Her face had now softened somewhat as she continued, "My daughter Diana told me how impressed she was with your unauthorized solo performance 'en pointe' last night, and it seems that your sister is to be congratulated for unwittingly encouraging you towards ballet."

My sister looked pleased with the honorary mention from her former mentor as Madame Olga sniffed, "It's a great pity Melissa passed up the opportunity I will be giving you instead, Billy, or perhaps I should say, Miss Fielding?"

Melissa's smile had now been replaced by a disapproving scowl as I waited to hear what fate had in store as Madame Olga continued and started her sales pitch. 

"In three weeks' time during the half-term holidays, our senior class and their parents will be making the biannual exchange trip to Madame Druon's ballet school near Paris. This will include a visit to the Palais de Madelaine, and the customary charity concert, featuring boys and girls from both ballet schools." 

She stopped pacing up and down and looked through the glass screen and into the studio where Miss Jones was putting the senior class through their paces. 

"Unfortunately the Blake twins will be unable to join us on this occasion since their family is moving back to the States early next week," she moving her head to the movement of the dancers, "That places us in a bit of a quandary." 

My heart skipped a beat as I already guessed what was to come next.

"I'd like to assess your capabilities and if you were to succeed it would bring you on further as a dancer if you had an experience of the female movements," she said and I listened to what she said in almost disbelief.

"The time is short and I would like you and Diana to be assessed with the senior ballet class forthwith," she said turning to face me. 

I wanted to shout out, yes, yes, yes!" but instead I looked at my mum quizzically. 

"It's okay Billy you can do it," she said encouraging me.

"Okay Mum if you're sure," I said but inwardly feeling delighted at this chance. I had trouble containing my fear and excitement as Diana took me by the hand and led me away towards the girl's locker room.

"Diana I can't go in there!" I said my voice quavering as she walked towards the door. I hesitated slightly before being hauled over the threshold and ordered to strip and put on my practice tunic. 

"Don't be so shy Wendy, you'll be treated just like one of the girls, you'll see," she said leading me towards a bench where I was ordered to sit down. "If you succeed and after watching you last night I think you can, you'll be in our team going to Paris."

"Yes Diana," I gulped.

"Just do as you're told and you'll be on the plane to Paris with the rest of us," she said handing me an orange tutu to wear. "Mummy said you should wear this."

Of course, inwardly I was overjoyed at wearing such a dress but outwardly I tried to show signs of reluctance and that cause Diana to giggle at my obvious discomfort. Without further ado, she began to get undressed right in front of me! I was about to follow her lead when there was a clatter of platform shoes down the corridor and two of the senior girls rushed noisily into the room. 

They just gave me a cursory glance obviously not recognizing me and started to strip off at great speed. "We thought we were very late but we can't be if you're still changing," said the tallest girl to Diana. 

"You are late because we are too, the class started 5 minutes ago," replied Diana pulling up her tights. "Come on Wendy, hurry up girl," said Diana impatiently at me as I sat unable to move. However her effort to make me change had both Angela and Tracy looking at me curiously. I watched them trying to put the face to a name, but it was only as Angela started to remove her panties and she glanced over at me that the penny suddenly dropped! 

"I know who you are!" she exclaimed. "And I know what you are not and that isn't a girl, you're Billy, Melissa's younger brother!"

"My God so it is," said Tracy after she'd moved closer to take a look. 

"I knew there was something odd about you," said Angela turning to complete her change.

"What are you dressed like a girl for, Billy?" asked Tracy. 

"I. I. I.," I stammered as with three naked girls in my field of view I was in no mental state to reply.

Diana explained the reasons behind my costume drama, "Billy is going to be Wendy for the trip to Paris otherwise it's going to be canceled for another 6 months."

"You're kidding," exclaimed Tracy.

"No Billy and I will be replacing the twins so you can still take the Paris trip," said Diana trying to make it clear that we were doing them both a favor.

"Well I hope he can pull it off, I have been looking forward to the Paris trip for months," said Angela. "If I were you, I would get stripped fast or you'll find all the girls in here helping you to do it." 

"Yes you also don't want Madame on your case either," said Tracey.

It was then I realized that I didn't have any choice and they actually wanted me to play the part of a girl or their trip would be in jeopardy. Then the three girls giggled at my discomfort as they quickly continued to get ready for the lesson. 

I turned to Angela and asked her, "Please Angela would you undo the buttons at the back? I just can't reach." 

Angela stamped her foot in mock consternation, "Tut-tut! Just like a girl! Always needing help with her clothes!"

The other two laughed as she undid the buttons down my back, "shall I undo your bra too or can you manage that yourself?"

"I can manage," I said undoing my arms from the sleeves and starting to push the dress down past my hips.

"Wait till the French boys get a load of you, Billy," laughed Angela. "Maybe your Mum will buy you something more practical to wear for the trip."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Oh my top and floral pattern jeans, trainers and white socks, much more practical and comfortable than dresses," she said pointing to her clothes lying across the bench. That reminded me that I was the only one in the room who had been wearing a dress and the others were all removing jeans and T-shirts.

Five minutes later and I began to lace up my ballet shoes as Diana called, "Come on Wendy."

She held the dressing room door as I eventually trotted out to join the class wearing a classical ballet tutu and my Pointes firmly secured in place with white satin ribbons. 

It felt as though everyone was staring at me but they were all busy doing exercises at the barre as we joined them. "Places girls," she shouted as we found a place by the barre. 

"Come on Angela, Diana, and the new girl, what's your name?"

"Wendy Miss," I replied stretching my knees joints.

"Well Wendy takes up your position and follow the others until you get the hang of it, and welcome aboard our team of dancers," she said. 

As I stretched I had a feeling as if I could conquer the world! Until I looked up into the balcony where Madame Olga and my family were watching.

With Miss Jones now playing the piano, I suddenly felt extremely nervous so my ballet lesson was hardly a howling success. However, I tried very hard to emulate the movements of the more experienced girls around me, particularly Carlotta who was head and shoulders above the rest of us. 

Her movements were so graceful and her interpretation of the music was faultless. She was truly a natural dancer, but she suffered from the fact that she not the most beautiful girl in the school.

Eventually, my enthusiasm and confidence returned but at the cost of being warned not to try so soon after warming up. So that helped me to relax even more and towards the end, I was confident of most of the moves and had learned several new ones. I looked up at my family and Madame and they rewarded me with a smile.

Just when I was beginning to give some good moves en pointe, the lesson suddenly ended and the forty minutes we had been on the floor was at an end. I felt comfortable joining the rest of the girls in a deep curtsey before we all trotted flat-footedly back to the changing rooms. 

"This way Wendy," said Miss Jones leading me to her room. As I entered I saw a bench and flopped down on it exhausted. "Come on start getting changed I'll go and get your clothes."

I undid the top and the tutu and was standing in my tights and ballet shoes when she returned and Diana and Angela were with her. 

"Here put on your clothes, your mum and sister are waiting," said Miss Jones.

"Yes Miss Jones," I said taking the garments and putting them on before undoing my ballet shoes.

"Before you go," she continued as I dressed with Diana's help. "I thought you should know that you've been picked to go to Paris with the rest of the girls. You have a few weeks to get ready but I'm sure we can hone all the rough edges away in time."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes really," said Diana, "the other girls are thrilled that you're prepared to sacrifice being a boy so they can have a great time in Paris."

"I'm doing what?" I asked.

"Oh did I say something wrong?" asked Diana, "Didn't they tell you?"

"Tell me what?" I asked as she did up the buttons in the back of the dress.

"You clot Diana," said Miss Jones, "you may as well tell him now."

"Well Wendy, since you still appear to be a bit of a boy in that girl's dress, your mum has agreed that you should dress as a girl right up until after we get back from Paris. So that means you'll need to wear a dress and skirts to school for the next few weeks. And we want to help!"

I'd been really surprised that my transformation hadn't prompted a more negative reaction from the other girls.

"But I'm a boy," I said.

"Well you don't look like one," said Diana as she finished up my buttons. "The rest of your belongings are in the dressing room and your Mum and sister are waiting."

So I followed Diana holding my shoes and ballet clothing in my dress and shoes in what I assumed would be a terrifying ordeal but in fact, the girls were all very nice to me.

"Thanks, Billy, I mean Wendy," said Carlotta she said almost totally naked.

"Thanks, Carlotta, you dance really well," I replied as I made my way carefully across the room to my bag and other belongings. I squeezed past young ladies in various stages of dress and undress, as they prepared to go out and face the world in their everyday clothes.

"Stop gawping Wendy and hurry up, your Mum's waiting and so is mine," said Diana.

"Thanks, Billy," said Elizabeth who was moving towards the door with us.

"That's okay," I replied as if it was an everyday occurrence for a boy to go ballet school and impersonate a girl ballet dancer.

I tried to ignore the array of bare breasts and bottoms on show all around me but it wasn't too easy, especially when something weird caught my eye. 

Two flat chested beauties were talking quietly together on the bench next to the door when I could have sworn that I saw things that didn't belong bulging their panties. As we walked outside, I turned to Diana and talked about my discovery. "There are others in there like me?"

"That's right, Jane and Pauline, they've been coming here for years so you see you are in good company here," she said. Just then they walked out in their day clothes their padded brassieres pushing out their small chests and tight jeans concealing their maleness and that made the two boys indistinguishable from all the other girls. Was that in store for me I wondered?

"Well you'd better make sure no one reads you either, those two started here about 4 years ago as boys and now they are adorable girls," she admitted. 

"I believe you go to our school Wendy? We're both in the same class but we're in the senior school. My name's Jane Fleming, while this ugly cow here is Pauline!" Pauline grimaced at her friend's joke as she slung her bag across her shoulder.

"I, I," I stammered unable to ask them what I saw. 

"We heard you are being roped in to helping us get to Paris, that's very noble of you," said Pauline. 

"Yes that's right," said Diana. "That's good so we can help you get even better in the next few weeks."

As we walked back Diana as the only female was in jeans while the three of us were in dresses. I looked at Pauline and Jane and they seemed perfectly happy to parade outside in a very feminine dress. Both boasted matching purple and pink minidresses, ribbons in their hair and puffed sleeved blouses. The blouse material was semi-transparent and their lacy bras were clearly visible through the blouses. As we passed the female toilets, they all went in and after they'd done their business in the stalls I stood fascinated, as all three expertly touched up their makeup, and clipped some dangly earrings in place.

"How about some lip gloss for you Wendy?" asked Pauline.

"No. No thanks," I replied.

"Go on be a sport," said Jane spritzing her wrists with perfume, "Look how kissable your lips become."

Diane had obviously been listening because when she came out and she just told me to stand still while she applied some coral pink lipstick to my lips and then showed me how to blend the color onto both lips.

"There now, some cologne, and you are done," she said.

Jane and Pauline both headed for the door, "Seeing as we are going to Paris now, do you fancy a coffee at the cafe Diana?"

"Yes that would be nice," she replied, "Perhaps Wendy would like to join us too? After all, it's her first day and we can make it a double celebration."

"My mum might have other ideas," I said. "I better make sure it's okay."

"Come on then Wendy," said Diana and we rushed upstairs.

"Oh what's this lipstick now?" asked Mum when she saw me close up.

"Yes Mum, Diana put it on me," I said.

"You suit it, doesn't she Melissa?"

"Yes Mum, he does," said Melissa back at me. "Maybe you can buy him some of his own so he doesn't have to borrow from other people?"

I didn't know what was bugging her but she seemed depressed about something. 

"That's a great idea, let us go to the Mall and get her some make-up, she'll need some for the trip anyway. Might as well make it now."

"Oh Mum, I wanted to go with the others," I whined.

"It's okay they can come too," said Mum who had said goodbye to Madame Olga.

When we arrived at the mall, Mum allowed Melissa to wander off to speak to some friends while we headed into Boots the Chemist where we bought all kinds of cosmetics for me. Apart from the mascara, foundation cream, the colors of the eyeshadow, lip color and eyeshadow were all fairly light but with the assistant's help, it all looked natural and girlish. As we were about to leave Mum added some light pink nail polish.

"Girls take a seat and I'll buy you all a drink," said Mum who seemed to be enjoying my situation more than I expected. My mind crossed over to dad and I wondered how he would take his son going to France dressed as a girl to appear in a joint production.

The others saw my introspection and decided to show me how everything had changed for me.

"See that boy over there?" Diana asked.

"Yes, why?"

"Well watch him look and then pretend not to look, as we stare at him," said Pauline.

"Oh yes," he peeked and then looked away. We all laughed and Mum wondered what the joke was. However, a little later a whole crowd of boys walked past and it was our turn to be on the receiving end of some whistles.

"This is different," I said. "And fun too! I wonder what they would say if they knew about us Pauline?"

"Oh not to pleased I bet," she replied. 

But I now plucked up the courage to ask Pauline something personal. "Why are you two attending ballet school dressed as girls and quite happy to be dressed as girls now?

"Oh that's easy," said Pauline, "We are girls and this is what we both wanted to be."

"You mean this isn't a punishment like me?" I asked.

"No we just want to be girls, that's all Wendy," added Jane.

As Diane listened curiously Pauline, continued, "We both started around the age of 10 when we saw this television program about a girl called Evelyn who claimed she used to be a boy called Evan."

"Really so what happened?" asked Diana.

"It was then we both realized that was what was wrong with us too," said Pauline. "We were always fighting but from then on we both knew what we wanted."

Jane then cut in, "Naturally the hardest part was telling our parents but once that was out of the way and we saw the doctors, our parents have given us lots of love and support."

My mind wandered and I felt strangely excited at what both of them described.

"We started at the age of 13 on female hormones and we have a few more months before our surgery," said Pauline who pushed her large breasts out. "These are all mine."

"But didn't you get treated like a sissy by your classmates when you started to live as girls?" I asked.

"They tried," said Jane, "but when a few suffered cut lips they soon stopped." 

"Living as a female takes a lot of courage so I don't consider myself a coward," said Pauline and said that way I tended to agree. "There is no way anyone is going to call me a coward."

"What about that first day at school dressed as a girl, 

wasn't that hard?" I asked.

"It was and it wasn't. It was easier because we did it together and we quickly made it clear that we wouldn't be diverted," said Pauline. "We both wore some of my sister's clothes so it was quite a shock to everyone."

"I'll bet."

"I remember we got dressed in the toilets on the way to school," said Pauline. 

"When the initial shock died down we came under a lot of bullying but being together meant that we could deal with it," said Jane.

Just then Mum came up with the drinks and then she left to find Melissa.

"But what did your parents say about you suddenly trotting off to school in girl's clothes?" asked Diana as both girls drank their coffees.

"They didn't know until they got a call home from school, saying what we'd done," replied Pauline. That scared us both to death rather than the ribbing we were getting."

"I remember Tommy Simpson lifted our skirts and took great delight telling everyone that we both wore pink frilly knickers to the whole class," added Jane. 

"Yes, I remember when Daddy came home and told my Mummy about you both." 

"Your Dad was at King's school then Diana?" I asked.

"Yes he's been headmaster for 12 years now," she replied.

"So what happened?" 

"We had both expected to be given a huge dressing down and sent home to change in disgrace," said Pauline taking out her mirror and applying fresh color to her lips.

"Your father had other ideas though Diana and after telling us that we were inappropriately dressed for class, we'd were just transferred over to another all girl's class."

"So what started out as a big joke backfired on us," said Jane. "Now we are going to be girls forever."

"We don't mind that though," said Pauline, "But at the time we had to behave like girls and we were surrounded by girls curious about why we would want to be like them when half of them wanted to be boys."

"So naturally, we did our utmost to conform and avoid being creatures of ridicule," said Jane. "It seemed to be second nature that we were unconsciously copying the other girls. 

We started calling each other Pauline and Jane, and then adopted more appropriate behavior patterns for little girls of our age in the hope that our punishment would end! However, if anything that probably made things worse and our change of clothes were confiscated so we even had to go home after school dressed as girls."

"What happened then?" asked Diana.

"Well I expected a sound thrashing but if anything my mother was actually happy at the thought of me being a girl," said Pauline. "My father had died a year earlier and I had been a bit unruly since then. The dressing as a girl had been some more of that unruly behavior but she had decided that if I wanted to dress like a girl then she would encourage it."

"What about you Jane?" I asked.

"I stayed close to where Pauline lived but my parents went ballistic about the dressing," said Jane.

"There was the whole thing about bringing shame and disgrace to the family. I was quite contrite about it and promised never to pull a stunt like that again," Jane said.

"So how does that explain how you are now?"

"Well I went back to school the next day and there was Pauline in her girl clothes again and me in my spare set of boys clothes and I knew that I couldn't desert her to this alone," said Jane. "I rushed back and retrieved my girl's clothes from the dustbin outside my gate and I got dressed again."

"Yes you poor sap, you'd be my boyfriend now if you'd not done that for me," said Pauline.

"Now you tell me," laughed Jane.

"My mother I know now was mentally ill, but she insisted that she wanted me to be a girl and I know now I had no choice but to continue," said Pauline. "When the medical people took an interest and diagnosed that I was gender-confused they decided to get involved."

"Of course I was the same and there was no way to convince them otherwise. There we were two boys who as far as they were concerned liked to dress in girl's clothes at school," continued Jane. "Pretty soon my parents had to accept the situation and allow them to start treatment."

Pointing down at her stylish clothes, Jane continued, "In the early days, we would rush home to change into our boy's clothing to try and make a statement but soon even that option was lost as we grew up."

"Yes my Mum, just stopped buying boy's clothes and I was dressing as a girl all the time after that," said Pauline.

"Didn't she want you as a boy?" I asked wondering if my Mum felt the same way.

"No she hates men after what her father and husband did to her," said Pauline sadly.

"What about at school didn't get any trouble?" asked Diana.

"Surprisingly no, after a period of adjustment our new classmates encouraged us to take part in sports and games along with them," said Jane.

"Oh yes we played tennis and hockey in for the girl's teams and we were even invited to lots of their birthday parties."

"So when my Mum decided to join me up in your mother's ballet classes," said Pauline, "Jane here felt obliged to keep me company. No one knew that she would become so good at it though."

"So you've been growing up as girls since then, no wonder you have convincing voices and appearances," said Diana. 

"Yes it would have been a lot harder if we'd not had the support of each other," replied Jane.

"Yes as time passed we've developed a firm solid friendship that looks almost unshakable," said Pauline, "Wouldn't you agree Jane?"

"No I would not, it was all your fault we got into this girl's stuff," she laughed. Her lips pursed in a wide smile.

"Oh you," said Pauline kissing her friend on the cheek.

"It can't have been easy though," I said.

"No it wasn't in the early days but it's been fun dressing twenty-four hours a day, enjoying our school days in a class full of girls, but also having to contend with the bully," said Jane. 

"So what does the future hold?" asked Diana.

"Well we've both been referred to have sex-change surgery just after our 18th birthday and hopefully we will be in hospital together," said Pauline, "We've both done this together so I see no need to change now." 

"But what did your Father have to say Jane about your treatment?" asked Diana. "My mother always wore trousers in our family. He wasn't too happy about it first but he found another woman a few years ago and I don't see him now."

"In the changing room, I noticed that you still have a willie. So how can you be changed into a proper girl? How is it done?" I asked greatly intrigued.

"Well actually Wendy, before we started puberty, we were given female hormones and a male hormone suppressant and that has had the effect you see now," said Pauline. "Now that we have developed breasts the next stage is to alter down there so we look like girls all over."

I was a bit confused by their answer, so I asked them, "can you explain what you mean by the surgery?"

"Well we're not sure ourselves of the detail, all we know is that it's been done a lot of times all over the world so what we're doing isn't so strange these days," said Pauline. "Besides you are way too young to know all about these things."

But Diana was clamoring for more answers, "so how do you take female hormones?"

"A couple of pills each day," said Pauline cupping her breasts. "The result is that we both wear B cup bras now. Our voices haven't broken either and that'll remain high unless we decide to go back to being boys."

Diana was now studying our friends intently, "The doctors give you hormones to change you into girls?"

"Yes on the National Health Service too," laughed Jane.

They were both proud as peacocks, or perhaps that should be peahens, filling their lungs with air to exaggerate their rapidly developing assets even more! 

"So when the surgery is done you'll be real girls?" I asked and Jane obliged. 

"Well no we will not be able to have babies but who knows one day that might happen too," said Pauline. "We should be able to make love like any other woman should."

"You mean with boys?" I asked. 

"Yes who else," exclaimed Pauline, "We need to keep our boyfriends happy."

I suddenly felt quite queasy at the thought of what they were prepared to do. "I'm feeling quite sick!" I murmured with my hand over my mouth.

"Quick then," said Pauline and we made a rush towards the toilets. "No not in there," she said referring to the gent's toilet sign, "this way!" We dashed into the lady's room and I was sick into a toilet bowl.

Pauline rubbed my back giving me consoling noises. A woman entered and asked if I was okay. "Yes she's fine," said Pauline, "just ate something that disagreed with her."

"Poor thing, it's good she's got a friend like you," said the woman sitting down in the end stall. I could hear her pull her pantyhose and panties down. The spraying of pee into the bowl followed that and she left shortly after.

When I came out I was ashen-faced and Pauline suggested some color on my face to cheer me up a little. She applied some lipstick and some foundation and my face were transformed. I looked in the mirror and trembled with fear and ached with longing at what I saw.

There was another shock waiting for me as I returned to Diana and Jane because my best friends Tom and James had joined them. I groaned inwardly as they looked me up and down.

"Hi Billy," said Tom patting the chair next to him, "Take a seat."

"Thanks," I said, "But you're sitting in my seat."

Dutifully he got up but said, "It's a pity you couldn't come tree climbing with us."

"Yes I was bit busy this morning," I said.

"So I see," said James, "But probably you would have found it a little difficult in a skirt?" 

"Yes just a little, girls wear jeans too you know," I said.

"Yes but you seem to prefer skirts," said Tom. Diana, Jane, and Pauline looked on and smiled at my discomfort.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked.

"We saw your mother with Melissa and she told us where we could find you." 

I grinned a sickly grin at Tom's remark, and could only respond inside with a "Thanks a lot Mum!" However, both boys looked highly smug at the lack of a reply.

"So you've been outed at last Billy," said Tom, "All the guys used to say that there was something queer about you now they're right."

"Yes Billy so you are more girl than boy now?" added James. "Give us a kiss."

Diana was obviously not amused, and neither were Pauline and Jane at the way the boys had dropped in and hijacked the conversation, but they were too polite to say anything. 

However, I finally found my voice.

"Look here guys, why don't you buzz off? You're both being stupid," I said in as feminine a voice as I could muster. "When I am with my girlfriends it's Wendy to you."

Both looked astonished at my outburst and got up to leave, "Come on Jamesy we know when we're not wanted Billy wants to play with the girls," said Tom. 

James simpered, placing one hand on his hip, and pointing his other limp hand in my direction, "Let's leave the new dolly bird to her friends."

The two boys then laughed and acted the fool out of the area looking smug and pleased with themselves. Diana's remark as they left was understandable. "What a couple of creeps however James is quite good-looking!" 

"I preferred Tom myself," chimed in Pauline and we all burst into laughter. 

"Pauline! You know your problem?" sniffed Jane.

"What?"

"You are just boy crazy," she said taking her drink.

"Well there's no accounting for taste!" added Diana. "They're both a little immature for my liking." Of course, I had to agree with that! 

The remarks of James and Tom had made me feel uncomfortable about what I was doing dressed as a girl. My Mum and Madame Olga wanted me to play the part of a girl and it was slightly disconcerting. Could I pull it off and maybe this was too high a price to pay for a passion in ballet and want to be a ballerina.

We kissed goodbye when Mum and Melissa dropped by. It was nice to hug and kiss with the three girls who had looked after me since the lesson. 

There was the usual, "See you at school," and, "See you tomorrow," but Pauline's, "Bye Wendy," was the one comment that struck me the most forcibly.

On the way home Mum let out a bombshell, "Billy you're going to need some extra time as a girl if you are going to be convincing in Paris."

"How do you mean?" I asked not sure whether I was going to like the reply.

"Well," she said slowly, "Madame Olga and her husband talked with me while you practiced and they asked me if I wouldn't mind if you went to school as a girl too."

"Why?" I asked not liking the sound of this."

"Oh they think you have great potential as a dancer but a few weeks in a female role would develop your acting abilities," she said continuing.

"Mum no way, I am going back to being a boy tomorrow. After James and Tom, I'm going to be a huge laughing stock tomorrow anyway."

"That's exactly what I was thinking," said Mum. "Since you are less likely to be beaten up as a girl, you should go dressed as a girl."

"Oh no Mum," I replied unhappily but inwardly the thought was exciting. 'Could I do this?'

"Great," said Melissa. "Maybe I can go to school in his clothes if he's using mine?"

That last comment I could do without, the thought of wearing her school uniform and her pantyhose and shoes while she wore mine was something I never expected to happen. Was it going to be a reality?

That night dragged by as I lay in bed, tossing and turning in my frilly nightdress at Mum had given me. I weighed up the consequences of my recent actions as I looked on the girl's uniform that even in the dim light of the room seemed highlighted by searchlights. I was going to wear that to school and nothing seemed to alter that fact.

I worried that in just 12 hours' time, I would be half-way through the school day and probably missing my old clothes, my friends Tom and James, and the games we played during the lunch break tormenting the girls. Now would I be on the receiving end? 

Then what about going home what would happen then? Would I be allowed to get out of this role my mum wanted? Would I delight in a more sedate and controlled regime? Would I want to find pleasure in small talk? What about Mum expecting me to help around the house and would Dad not want me to use his tools?

Avoiding my Dad was going to be a big problem because I knew he wouldn't approve of what Mum had agreed to do. In fact, he'd consigned all my contraband clothing to the dustbin and only Melissa had managed to rescue it. 

However, all my thoughts came to naught when I woke up the next day as the large man dressed in dark blue knocked on the door before I was due to go to school.

There was a shout upstairs from Dad, "Billy get yourself down here now! Melissa go get him and bring him down." He stressed him to her so she realized what was wanted.

"What's wrong?" I asked her for stretching.

"Put on your dressing gown and slippers," she ordered, "It's the police."

"The police?"

"Yes, what the blazes have you been up to now?"

"Me nothing," I said trying to think straight then it dawned on me. I suddenly remembered what I had done.

The policemen were standing in front of the window as I entered and I blinked as I tried to make out their faces against the sunlight.

"Now then Billy what do you know about Mrs. Kelly's new car?" the taller one said.

"Nothing except that it looks nice," I said hoping they'd go away.

"On Saturday morning Mr. Kelly parked Mrs. Kelly's new car on the drive," continued the policeman. "When he went to see it today he found that all four of the tires were punctured."

"Really?" asked Dad, "do you think Billy is to blame?"

"Well Mr. Kelly remembers seeing you near the car, yesterday," said the policeman.

"I just went to have a look at it," I said.

"I think you did more than have a look at it," said the Policeman.

"Oh Billy," said Mum.

"We can make this hard or easy what's it to be son?" asked the policeman. "Because you were spotted by someone letting down all four tires."

"Yes that was me," I confirmed to groans from Mum and Dad.

"Billy how could you?" asked Mum.

"Are you sure he did it?" asked Dad.

"Yes a man was walking his dog and spotted him, so when he saw Mr. Kelly looking at his car today he discussed what had happened and your son had been seen near it."

"So he is guilty then?"

"Fortunately Mrs. Fielding there's been no damage done and the tires were inflated again so Mr. Kelly won't press charges," replied the policeman. "The car was a birthday present for his wife and since as I say there was no damage done, he feels that perhaps you would like to take care of any punishment."

"That's kind of him," said Mum but Dad was furious.

"This way Billy here gets to see the errors of his ways but doesn't see the inside of a courtroom," replied the policeman. "We also save a lot of paperwork and in the end, it will deal with it properly."

"Rest assured officer we will deal with Billy," said dad, 

"he'll also personally apologize for his behavior."

"Thank you Mr. Fielding," he said moving towards the door and past me and I was struck dumb.

When the police had gone, my dad turned on me, "you stupid little idiot!"

"Leave him be Jim," said Mum as I burst into tears.

"No I won't leave him be, he's coming round with me to apologize to Mr. and Mrs. Kelly," said Dad and grabbed my hand dragging me out the door. Within seconds he was banging on the door and a surprised Mrs. Kelly answered it.

"Rose I'm very sorry to hear what Billy has done to your new car and I've brought him round to apologize to you in person, for what was supposed to be a birthday surprise."

"That's kind of you Jim," she said looking at my tear-stained face. "Looks like the boy has already been suffering."

"What do you consider to be a suitable punishment? I was thinking that if he washed the car whenever it was needed, you would be happy?" he asked.

"Yes I'm in a big rush at the moment but yes something along those lines would be fine with me," she replied.

"What do you say, Billy?" 

"I'm sorry Mrs. Kelly," I mumbled.

With that, we were walking back towards our house and my dad's anger had abated slightly. As he walked he turned to me and spoke, "maybe the solution is to keep you as a girl so you can avoid getting into trouble."

"Dad I'm very sorry," I said but he looked past me and headed into the house shouting orders. 

"Get all Billy's playing clothes, T-shirts, jeans and put them in a big sack," he commanded.

"What's your idea Jim?" asked Mum.

"Well if your son wants to be a girl, so much then he can if it saves me from scenes like this," he said grabbing his briefcase to check its contents.

"If you like girls' clothes so much, and if it keeps you out of mischief, then there is only one answer to our problem!" he said as Mum hastily grabbed all my playing clothes and handed him two bin liner bags full of clothes.

Despite my tearful pleadings, he bundled all my clothes into the boot of his car and driven off in a blazing temper. He phoned Mum to tell her later that he was just going to keep them in the boot of his car meantime. 

I went upstairs to get dressed for school and found Melissa grinning like a Cheshire cat, "so you stupid clot, you have to be a girl until your behavior improves. What an idiot you are."

"Give me a break Mel," I replied.

Melissa couldn't hide her glee though, "I'm going to enjoy having a little sister for quite some time to come."

"I'm not your sister," I said starting to put on one of her blouses.

"Well you don't look like a boy in that outfit," she sneered, "I wish you good luck today, you're gonna need it, Wendy."

Then I decided to string her along as she kissed me gently on the cheek. 

"I do like that smell Melissa," I said surprising her "Can I have some on me, Melissa?" 

"No Wendy, girls of your age aren't allowed such luxuries for school, it might give the boys ideas!" 

In hindsight, her reply made good sense but I was determined to try some later, so I just sniffed away in feigned irritation as she left the room.

"Come on Wendy you're going to be late dear!" Mum called from the foot of the stairs. 

This was it I was going to go to school dressed as a girl like it or not. Despite my fears, I was quite looking forward to the new experience. I brushed my teeth and brushed out my long hair, and began the task of dressing myself as a 12-year old girl pupil of Kings School. When I returned to my room, Mum was waiting with a small bra.

"This is a training bra," she said, "since most of the other girls will be budding you'll need this too."

"Mum do I have to do this?" I asked.

"Yes you do, there's no backing out of this now. Besides if you don't do this, there will be no trip to Paris for you or the other girls in the ballet class," she said slipping the straps over my arms.

"There now, it's slightly padded so you can show something," she said clipping it up in my back. I found the material tight around my ribs and I was conscious of wearing it.

I stepped into a pair of tight panties that held my little manhood in check and then the regulation black tights, green skirt, blouse, tie, and matching green jacket of a King's schoolgirl. Then on my feet, I watched as she buckled on a pair of black T bar shoes with a small one-inch heel. Finally, she did my hair in a ponytail clasping the hair firmly so it was tight across my head.

"There now, all done," she said.

I looked in the mirror and I was astonished to see that my appearance was quite convincing. I was going to be Miss Wendy Fielding at school. A big shock now and for the foreseeable future.

At first, I thought it was because I was already late, Mum drove me in her small car to the school. Then as we approached I knew it was more a case of making sure I actually turned up for lessons and didn't play truant.

"Mum I'm not sure about this," I whined realizing that I wouldn't be able to back out the gate and head for the canal until home time.

"You'll be just fine, go into the headmaster's study and he'll make sure you are sent to the correct class," she said.

"Yes Mum," I said and then reached over to give her a hug. She hugged me back so our breasts touched.

"Go on get into school," she commanded. "Don't keep scratching your boobs."

"I can't help it, this bra is itchy," I said opening the door.

"Stop complaining girl, you'll have to put up with the initial discomfort like all young girls have to!" 

I got out feeling the cold draft on my tight covered legs and then walked into the empty playground. I looked back and she was still sitting there. I walked into the doorway and rang the buzzer and the door opened up.

"Ah you're late little girl," said the Janitor.

"Yes I am sorry, I've to report to the headmaster," I said looking at my mum smile as she drove away. 

Once I entered the building, the 'clippity clop' of my block heel shoes was deafening in the hallway as I was escorted down the long corridor towards the Somers' office. The noise prompted two heads to peer out from the smoky atmosphere of one of the downstairs storerooms. Of course, it just had to be Rod Carter and Jerry Dixon, having a secret cigarette. 

"Hi, there gorgeous," called out smarmy Rod as I passed by. He was grinning from ear to ear as he eyed me as some fresh new young chick in a skirt who was obviously much to his liking. 

"Have you anything on after school, darling? Fancy a walk in the park?" called Jerry as he suddenly recognized me. "Hey Rod, that's no girl that's Billy, Billy Fielding." 

Both erupted into laughter and shouted some comments about me being a sissy before rushing off down a corridor.

I walked on in a daze, the very thing I didn't want to happen had just happened. It would be all over the school in no time and I looked up at the door ahead and knocked. It was shown in and waited until Somers finished with his phone call.

"Now then Miss Fielding, I have you down to join Miss Smythe's home economics class in a few minutes, but before you go I want to stress to you the importance of maintaining your new persona."

"Yes Mr. Somers," I said wondering why he wanted that.

"Well Wendy it will be a tough few days you will be experiencing and I want you to not to be riled by the other boys and girls," he said. "I certainly don't want any Unladylike behavior. If anyone causes you pain then please let me or your teacher know and we will take care of it."

"Yes Mr. Somers," I replied politely.

"Good girl," he said smiling. I could see he was happy at my discomfort. "Right then let's go and see Miss Smythe."

He took me down several corridors to a part of the school I'd never visited before except taking messages to a teacher. The home economics department consisted of three classrooms and we headed for the first one.

"Good morning Miss Smythe!" he said smiling, "this is Wendy Fielding, she's beginning here today."

I stood trying to hide behind Somers but one of the front row girls giggled as she saw me. I recognized her as Tracy, Tom's twin sister and she knew who I was all right. Quickly the news spread around the class and as both teachers talked for a few minutes. Somers was explaining my situation to her and she smiled at me.

"Now girls," said Miss Smythe. "This is Wendy Fielding and she will be joining this class and taking your course. So would you please make her feel welcome and at home, in the way you have to Jill and Marion last week. She obviously has a lot to catching up to do so please make allowances for her shortcomings, and help her all you can."

Somers then briskly departed, leaving me to my fate. "Wendy sit beside Tracy there."

I tried to ignore the sniggers and stares of disbelief as I moved towards the spare seat beside Tracy. When I was seated Miss Smythe started the lesson.

"Girls today I want you to make a sponge pudding today and you'll find the recipe and ingredients on the desk in front of you. As usual work in pairs with the girl next to you. I'll be around soon to check on your progress," she said moving back to her desk and then outside to the corridor where she was obviously going for a cigarette.

In the boy's classes, the lessons always included a lot of mucking about but this seemed much more orderly as the girls donned aprons and started to work.

"Here Wendy let me help you," said Tracy as she tied the apron around my waist.

"Thanks," I said turning as she tied the strings. I caught a sight of the entire class looking at me as if I had horns on my head.

"Relax Billy I mean Wendy, I like you so much better as a girl," she said trying to make me feel at ease.

"If you'll show me what to do I'll try," I replied.

"Well we need some eggs, flour, milk, and a mixing bowl," she said and we began to make the cake. I was able to concentrate on the job and found myself doing all the manual jobs such as whisking. Unlike the boy's classes that were run in an undercurrent of fear from the masters, this was relaxed and yet also very competitive.

"How is going Wendy and Tracy?" asked Miss Smythe as I mixed up some icing sugar.

"Fine Miss," I said hopefully while Tracy said, "Wendy's doing well, she seems eager to learn."

"Well keep it up," said Miss Smythe, "the oven's ready."

I worked away and Tracy saw the concentration on my face as I applied the icing. "Stick your tongue in Wendy," she laughed.

"Apart from your tongue, you do pass very well for a girl," she added.

"Thanks," I said. "It's probably my ballet practice."

"Maybe," she agreed, "your movements are quite graceful and your voice has a girl's lilt." 

Standing up for over an hour was never a problem in woodwork but in the shoes and wearing this padded bra, it was proving to be quite tiring. I began to realize that Melissa had overdone the padding, and although there were some well-developed girls in the class none of them had a bust like mine and I was subjected to some rude punishing stares! 

My white girl's blouse protruded well over the desktop and each time I looked down the false breasts would get in the way. Then the additional weight was pulling hard on my thin bra straps and they became quite uncomfortable. I was tempted to adjust the straps more than once but since none of the other girls did, I resisted the temptation just feeling the straps cutting deeper and deeper into my collarbones. 

As we waited for the cake to set, I eased the pressure by resting my false boobs on the edge of the desk to relieve the strain on my back and shoulders a little. I sighed and Diana, of course, found this most amusing, 

"You'll just have to use less birdseed tomorrow!" she commented ironically turning to me to show off her own reasonable endowment. My mouth must have opened wider and she laughed but I just wondered how she knew?

"Now then girls get cleaned up, the bell for a break will sound in a minute or so," said Miss Smythe. "You can collect the cakes later today to take home."

My heartbeat faster as the bell sounded and we trooped outside into the playground. I tried to keep close to Tracy and her friends, Josie, Deborah, and Lisa. 

"Do you mind if I stay close to you Tracy?" I asked.

"No Wendy, you can tag along," she said generously. 

However, I contented myself with listening in to their conversations, about boys, about starting their periods, about pop music, about fashions, about bigger sisters, and for some reason, they avoided the subject of me. They also didn't involve me in their conversations as I eyed some of the boys looking at me enviously. If I wasn't with the girls I was sure that I would be lying in a heap somewhere behind the bike sheds.

The biggest surprise though was that Lisa passed some wind and they all giggled. The sound was unexpected and it was one I always associated with my Dad who would let go while watching TV and then blame everyone else in the room. Never with girls.

After break, we trooped into Miss Duncan's biology class where we looked at flowers and the main parts of a flower. We each colored in the parts in our notebooks and I was quite pleased because mine looked as almost as good as Debbie's sitting next to me.

During the lunchtime break my former classmates were busy playing football,  so there were no boys pointing accusing fingers in my direction. In fact, I was quite glad I was being left alone for a while however I didn't enjoy my tranquillity for long as Jo and her friends sauntered over to where I stood and launched her attack.

"Donna here says you were caught stealing girl's knickers off clotheslines," she said loudly so all her friends could hear. "And then you wore them to ballet class, is that right?"

I mumbled, "Yes that's right."

"So do you think being dressed as a girl is a good punishment Wendy?" continued Jo.

I coughed nervously as their heads then turned in my direction, "Umm, Yes right now it is."

Then Sharon sidled up and looked down at me, "Tell me, Wendy, how does it feel being one of the girls?" 

"It feels good sometimes but mostly very strange," I confessed.

She gave me the once over before she fixed me with a stare from those dark eyes of hers.

"What's good about it?"

"Evidently you missed the point, Wendy, I asked how it felt to be a girl not whether you liked wearing our clothes!" 

"Humm, I don't think I can answer that Sharon, since I'm not a girl."

A satisfied smirk appeared on her face. "You could always change over if you liked 'sissy boy', it's so easy nowadays. Think of it, having to put up with these for real." 

She then prodded my oversized artificial mounds with her fingers. Then she even made a grab down below but fortunately missed thanks to the folds of my skirt. 

"And we would get rid of that thing down there and you could enjoy the monthly periods of blood, sweat, and tears we have to endure!"

"What monthly periods?" To a young boy with no knowledge of such things my reply was predictable, and the girls doubled up at the naiveté of my question. 

"Perhaps he could have the operation, and then he would know exactly what periods are all about," said Kirsty. 

"Until the scars heal that is!" agreed Sharon, "medical science isn't that good."

I turned aside to hide the tears welling up inside at Sharon and Kirsty's cruel jibes as Diana sprung to my protection. 

"Come on now leave her alone," she said. "Wendy doesn't know about those things yet so give her time."

"Well okay but maybe she's clinging to the nursery rhyme notion of girls being all sugar and spice," said Kirsty. "There's more to being a girl than wearing pretty clothes and playing with dollies."

"I think she'll find out the awful truth in her own good time, so let us leave it at that shall we?" asked Diana grabbing my hand. "I'm dying for a wee, are you coming Wendy?" 

So with Diana in the lead, we walked towards the girl's toilets. I instinctively hesitated on the threshold but was pulled in by Diana who showed me that I had to take an empty stall. After closing the door, I thankfully lifted my skirt, lowered my knickers, and sat down to pee.

"I hope you're sitting Wendy," said Sharon. I could hear the streams of urine as they all let go. At least I was able to enjoy my own company for a while despite the clamor in the background. 

"Yes I'm sitting," I said making sure my willie was inside the lid.

"Come on Wendy, it's time to stop playing with yourself in there and get back to class," shouted Diana who hammered on my door. 

That brought me back to earth as I realized the school bell was also sounding, so I stood up and then pulled up my tight knickers again. With Lisa and Debbie keeping me company, I managed to get back to class without getting detention. 

During the afternoon two of the girls who looked perfectly healthy suddenly disappeared off out of the mathematics class at great speed. I learned later it was to the sick room to see the nurse because they were obviously having female problems. 

"Poor Jo, she forgot her sanitary towels again," whispered Debbie to her friend Kate but loud enough so I heard, and then I realized what was wrong. Suddenly what had been a closed book to me was openly discussed by the girls and in the days ahead they often overlooked my presence to talk about heavy periods, the curse, the time of the month and more.

When I asked Debbie what they were wrong she just told me to shut up and mind my own business. "Just be glad you're not a real girl!"

At the end of the final period, I discovered that Debbie and Lisa had decided to protect me over the remainder of my time as a girl. They'd already been involved in a catfight on my behalf, as I noticed some scratch marks on their faces as we waited for the final bell to ring. Their faces were less marked than the scratches to Sharon's and Kirsty's faces and that showed how well they had acquitted themselves!

As we trooped out of the class, I was worn out but my ordeal wasn't over as Tom cornered me in the corridor near the front door.

"Can I walk you home?" he asked.

"Yes sure," I replied wondering what he had in mind.

"There's talk of some of the boys ambushing you at the old railway cutting," he said. "So I've decided to take you a different way home."

"Thanks, Tom, that's good of you," I replied wondering why they would do that. We walked out of the main gate and turned in the opposite direction to what we would both normally take.

"Did you see your new classmates fighting at lunch?" he asked.

"No, I was in the toilet," I revealed.

"I was in the crowd who witnessed it before old Somers pulled them apart," he said. "There was hair pulling, biting, scratching, and kicking each other. It was fantastic I've never seen anything like that before."

"Yes it looked like Sharon and Kirsty came off worst," I said.

"Yes they did, but I can't understand why 4 girls should fight over you," he said leading me down a narrow path beside the railway line. 

"I don't understand it either," I said though of course Sharon and Kirsty had obviously had a harder time adjusting to my presence and that had led to the fight between my two newest friends.

He clinically looked me up and down, and said, "You don't half look good as a girl Billy."

"Do you think so?" I asked.

"Yes," he said grabbing my hand and leading me into a dark wooded area. "Just through here Billy."

I felt my skirt swing gently from side to side as I walked through my once spotless black shoes were getting dirty on the muddy path.

"Where are we going, Tom?" I asked wondering where he was taking me. This track was strange.

"What's it like being a girl?" he asked instead and turning to face me in a dark alley.

"It feels different," I said as he looked into my eyes. I could tell that he had popped the big question he had been dying to ask all along. Then I added, "If you really want to find out what it's like then you could always join me."

"You mean dress as a girl too?"

"Yes if you miss my company so much why not?" I asked him.

I could see the thought cross his mind.

"Yes think about it, you could share in the thrilling adventures of having your bottom pinched and your skirt flipped, or experience the obscene name-calling from the boys like me," I continued.

"I am not sure I would go that far," he admitted.

"Well of course you have to move in a certain way," I continued, "Otherwise you wouldn't blend in with the girls."

"Who says I want to blend in with other girls?" he asked indignantly.

"Perhaps you just imagine it them Tom," I replied. "I mean having to listen to the endless drivel about clothes, periods, makeup, pop groups, schoolgirl crushes and boyfriends, babies, and the hundred other important things we girls talk about isn't up your street is it?" 

"No I suppose not," he said, "but I would like to try on a dress one day, I don't I have the guts to do what you're doing."

"I'm glad you feel that way because it's not easy," I said trying to make him see what was involved only to notice my feet were covered in mud. "Oh, Tom look at my shoes."

"Sorry Billy but this is the best way home. I know that Sam and Geoff wanted to have some fun with you," he said.

"Mum will kill me when I get home," I replied, "I'm supposed to stay clean and tidy not get into a mess."

"You're not listening to Billy, if Sam had got you, you would in a bigger mess," he replied.

"Okay Tom point taken," I said and I could see that we'd doubled back home and had avoided any problems. I thanked him goodnight and rushed into the gate. He waved good-bye as I walked into the house.

"How was your day dear?" asked Mum from the kitchen.

"Better than I expected," I replied. "Tom had to walk me home though because some of the bigger boys were waiting to get me."

"Really, I'll come by and pick you up tomorrow then," she said concerned.

"Thanks, Mum, but Tom showed me another route," I said but she looked down at my feet as she wiped the flour from her hands.

"Yes through a field I think, get those shoes off and get them cleaned," she commanded.

"Yes Mum," I replied happy to be home.

"Get upstairs and get changed," she said. "You'll find a pair of jeans and a blouse on the chair."

"A blouse?" I queried.

"Yes, and the jeans are Melissa's old ones. Get changed and help me in the kitchen."

"Oh Mum," I moaned.

"No oh mum's wash the baking stuff when you get back down."

That little incident makes it hard to say I settled into a routine, each of the days up until Thursday was different. Thursday evening would bring yet more stress as it was ballet lesson time again.