College Girl
Chapter 3
by poetheather

We returned to the house and I took my suitcases upstairs with Gwen helping me. The rest of my bags of stuff were already there. We laid out my stuff on the bed and started to go through it. Nadia, the Rush Chair, showed up and helped us, making statements about Meredith’s work throughout.

Very few of my clothes survived the purge, mostly some sweaters and a few of my flannel shirts. All stuff that was deemed too masculine was packed back up and taken down to storage. Even my luggage was sent down. I was left with almost nothing of my old life.

Dinner went well; all of the ladies came up and introduced themselves, congratulating Meredith on a job extremely well done. My appearance seemed to settle some of the discomfort in a few of the ladies. Everyone approved of my new name and agreed that it was much more feminine than Richard. I tried to keep from causing any disturbances and Gwen helped deflect any near disasters on my part, by jostling me in the ribs to get me to shut up. It worked pretty well. I only hoped that I didn’t have any bruises.

Meredith and Gwen took me upstairs after a while. I was actually relieved. Gwen smiled brightly at me. “Not bad for less than a day as a woman, Caitlin. However there is still a ways to go.”

My shoulders slumped a little at that. Just how much did I have to do to give the illusion of womanhood? Meredith laid a hand on my shoulder and gave me an encouraging smile. “Caitlin, don’t get discouraged. You have not been at this too long. Remember you will get plenty of practice and I will help you go from Richard to Caitlin, as will everyone in this house. It’s a process, just like creating a character for a play. Only this play will last you a bit longer than expected.”

“I’ve never made a character for a play. I have no idea what to do. Give me some ideas? Please?” If I was going to succeed in this I had to do whatever I had to to be believed. I could do this and some help would make it easier. Better to reach out to those who planned on helping me rather than not.

“Well, my plan for you, when Sandra told me this idea, when you first brought this up to her, was fairly easy. I mean Sandra wanted to know if it was even possible. What I told her was this. We get you to look and dress as a woman. We then work on making you talk like a woman, move like a woman and try to think like a woman. The plan at this stage is simple; you are going to be surrounded by feminine things until Rush week in three weeks. Twenty-four, seven immersion in being a woman. That will allow you to go to class without being caught. So we will buy you skirts, dresses, jewelry, shoes, feminine sheets, a diary to organize your thoughts, at least one teddy bear, feminine magazines and books, watch ‘chick flicks’, various things along those lines. We are going to talk about boys, being a woman, periods, cramps, ob-gyn appointments, have PJ parties, facials, things like that. All you really have to do is just learn and not fight the changes. If you just relax and go with this you will become a woman mentally to the point where you will forget Richard and become Caitlin. At that point there will be no way for anyone to catch you. Now let’s get changed into PJ’s. I got some films for us to watch. We’ll have some drinks and relax. Smile, the worst is over.”

With that Meredith hustled off to her room to get her stuff. I went inside with Gwen and had a seat on my bed. “So what should I change into? I don’t have any Pj’s. The ones I had didn’t survive the purge.”

“We bought you a nice nightgown. Can’t miss it. It’s the green satin one in the bag on your bed. We found it when we picked up your outfit earlier.” She moved off to her side of the room and began to change. I snuck glances at her while we both changed. I was just your normal red-blooded American boy after all, with a few exceptions. Gwen was beautiful and her body was magnificent. I removed my blouse and skirt and bra after I happily noticed her removing her own. I thought she was extremely attractive, as did another part of my body. I turned my back to her to hopefully hide my notice. It felt quite constricted in my panties, almost to the point of hurting. While I pulled on my nightgown she had put on hers.

Mine was a hunter green satin gown with spaghetti straps that came down to the middle of my now bare thighs. The material was soft and cool next to my skin and it clung to me, my breasts rising from my chest.

Gwen was wearing a gown of black satin that came down to her ankles, with spaghetti straps as well. Just looking at her, her brown hair coming over one shoulder as she brushed it got me even more aroused. I could feel my penis begin to swell even more in my panties, becoming fairly uncomfortable in it’s restriction. I had to look at any thing else to regain control.

Gwen put down her brush and grabbed her towel and what looked like a shaving kit with a flower print on it. “Let’s go remove our make-up and wash up. I’ll show you what to do. We’ll get you your own stuff tomorrow.”

We walked down the hall to the communal bathroom and stepped up to the sinks. She got out several things and set them down. “First you clean off your makeup with either a make-up remover or cold cream. Then you rinse your face with an astringent to get the last of the residue, and then you moisturize it. We’ll cover this more when we need to.”

We washed up, with me following her lead and borrowing her stuff. Finally we finished and the distracting pressure abated. I went into one of the stalls and sat down on the toilet. It was a kind of a pain pulling down the panties and my nightgown up but I could cope. I figured if I did my business this way it would help keep the illusion going. I finished and wiped, then tucked myself back up, pulling my panties up tight. I returned to the room and saw Gwen sitting against the wall on her bed. Nadia, who was wearing a cotton-ruffled nightgown, was sitting with her. Meredith was sitting on the floor in a Winnie the Pooh oversized shirt. Meredith patted the ground beside her invitingly. “We got two movies for tonight, The Secret Garden and A Room with a View. They are for enjoyment and study. Listen to how they talk and try to mimic it. Also see how the women relate to each other.”

“Meredith just let the poor girl enjoy the movies. Either she’ll get it or she won’t. Don’t beat a dead horse.” Remarked Nadia. “Caitlin will do fine.”

I smiled back at her. “I’ll try.”

Both films were very enjoyable and I did pay attention to how the characters talked and related. We drank some wine coolers while we watched and I had a great time. The others talked about the movies and then onto men they were interested in. Other girls drifted in and out of the room, sometimes joining in, others just listening for a bit. It was a very different conversation to listen to. They brought up how they felt about things a lot more than I was used to. And they did seem to pay attention to what they were each talking about. That was different. I just closed my eyes and let their voices and opinions seep into me.

I felt like I was drifting away as the alcohol began to really effect me. I got lost in the feel of my smooth, hairless body, the feel of the fabric on my body, the weight of my new breasts, the bangs on my forehead and how my hair sat. The sensations were much more enjoyable than those of my male body had been. Some one helped me up and led me to my bed. I crawled in and slept.

The morning came with a nudge. I woke to see Gwen smiling down at me. “Time to get up sleepyhead. We got a big day ahead of us Caitlin, so let’s get going. We’ve got to shower and dress. Meet you in the bathroom.”

I got out of bed and the weight of my breasts threw me off some. I could see myself in Gwen’s mirror and a stranger stared back at me. I looked like a woman and that snapped me more awake. The day prior came back to me in a rush. I had spent a night in a Sorority house, as a woman and as a pledge. What would today bring?

I walked down the hall to the bathroom, yawning. It was mostly the way my hair was cut and the nightgown, but still if this was after only one day then who knew how convincing I would look after say a month had passed.

I entered the bathroom and said good morning to a few of the other girls there. A few of them smiled at me as I headed to the showers. Gwen was waiting next to the shower stalls for me. “Well Caitlin, we need to work on you some. You need to shampoo and condition your hair daily, wash using a moisturizing soap to get your skin softer. Facial scrubs and masques and all that will become part of your skin care regime so your skin will take on a more feminine appearance. I’ll pass you over the stuff when I am done with it.”

Showering my now hairless body was different. My skin was smooth and the soap felt good. The water even felt different on my skin. After using the soap my skin did feel smoother. After using Gwen’s shampoo and conditioner my hair felt different as well. Soft. It was nice.

Washing my body aroused me some. I ran my hands over my fake breasts, which looked totally real and the feel of the nipples under my hands got me even more aroused. I stroked my stiffening cock as I ran my other hand over my now feminine body. The sight of my breasts moving with my breath and under my other hand added to my arousal. I sped up my strokes on my erect shaft and felt my testicles tighten in preparation. Just the thought of me masturbating in the bathroom of a Sorority, with girls around me helped push me over the edge. On a whim I caught my cum in my left hand as I milked myself dry. I don’t know why but I did. Once I stopped ejaculating I brought it up to my lips. As I wondered what went through a girls mind as they gave a blowjob I licked my own cum from my hand. The salty thickness of it surprised me.

I rinsed off, getting the last stringy traces of my cum from my now limp penis and my left hand. I turned off the water and began to dry off. I looked down at my heart shaped pubic hair and smirked, when I tucked myself up and under I looked like a woman. It was odd.

I wrapped a towel around myself, remembering to cover my breasts and exited the shower. Gwen was waiting for me with a sly smile on her face. We gathered up the shower stuff up and went to the room. After we entered Gwen locked the door.

“That was really erotic Caitlin, watching you masturbate and eat your own cum. It turned me on, but please try to remember that you are a girl now. Don’t try to hit on any of the ladies of the house or you will find yourself charged with a crime and kicked out all nice and legal. However, Meredith and I like you. She and I talked about you after you fell asleep.”

I was embarrassed and surprised: embarrassed over having been caught in the showers and surprised over someone actually talking about me. I generally had no one talk about me. I was a forgetful person, no one remembered me.

“We both are of the opinion that we can make you a beautiful girl, if you let us. We also think you look really good with the equipment you have. You were a plain boy, but you will be a remarkable woman. But time will tell if we decide to go any further with you. The better you do, the more likely it will be. I know the idea gives me flutters in my belly.” Gwen smiled brightly at me. “But we have things to do. Hopefully that bit of info will tempt you out of any trouble.”

I was stunned. A woman, no two women found me attractive like this? They wanted me to look like a woman as well, to all but be a woman. They were both attractive and their company was nice. Why choose me? The possibility set my head a whirl. I got dressed in a near daze, tucking myself in and pulling my panties up tight.

I put my skirt on again and another shirt, one of my own white dress shirts, which had survived the purge, except now it fit me very differently. It was not buttoned all the way up and showed the roundness of my breasts. My bra felt good, helping to support the still new weight on my chest. The flats slipped on easily.

Gwen waved me over to her as she finished getting dressed. “Let me get your hair Caitlin. Pay attention. You need to start doing this soon. Meredith will be along soon for your make-up.”

She taught me how to comb my hair out and free tangles. I had mostly just pulled them free. This way hurt much less. Then she just pulled it back and used one of her hair clips to hold it back. The effect was quite feminine. I was surprised at how the transition was going. There was a knock at the door and Gwen went and let Meredith in. Gwen whispered something to her while they were still in the doorway. I was sure it was about what had happened earlier. When Meredith broke into a broad grin I was sure of it.

Meredith sat me down in one of my chairs while Gwen finished getting herself ready. First she moisturized me, then applied the base, powder, blush, eyeliner and shadow and finally mascara. She explained the whole process as she did it. She stepped back when she was done. “We forgot something last night Caitlin.”

“What? I didn’t think there was anything else to do last night, except watch movies?” I couldn’t think of anything we had missed.

“Piercing your ears.” She pulled out her piercing gun, already loaded. She quickly and efficiently pierced my ears. It stung a little, but the feeling passed quickly. “Turn the posts about every half-hour and leave them in for a while so the holes heal correctly. Now don’t loose those posts. Those were the first diamond studs I got when my ears were pierced.”

I was touched by her gesture, “Thank you Meredith. That’s really nice of you. Thank you.”

She smiled and gave me a quick hug. “You’re welcome Caitlin. See how they look.”

The diamond studs added something to the face that looked back at me. They were so obviously not a man’s earrings. My face was looking more feminine with each change they made. “Wow! It looks wonderful. Thank you again. So, what is on the plan for today?”

“Gwen and I are going to work on your walk and carriage. Then you are going to work on speech with Anne. Oh, I was wondering, can I use pictures of you for a school project?”

“Pictures of me? Why?” Pictures of me for a project? That I really didn’t understand.

“Well, my advisor in the theatre department brought up the option for me to transform a man into a woman as a project. The more real the transformation the higher my grade will be in the end.” She looked at me all pleadingly. I have always been a sucker for a girl looking cute and asking for my help.

“Oh, all right. I guess it would be okay. I have some pictures of me from before this whole thing started and I don’t see a problem with you taking more pictures.” I really didn’t know what to think about the whole thing but she did ask nicely. What could it hurt?

“Enough. Let’s get breakfast and got started.” chided Gwen.

Breakfast passed quickly and then they began to correct my posture and the way I walked and how I carried myself. Getting my hips to sway correctly without exaggerating the movement was difficult. I copied Gwen, Meredith and a couple of the other girls in the TV room where we were practicing. When I finally moved well enough for them they started in on how to hold my hands and move them when I walked.

Getting your hands to be held lightly and more open took some work. I also had to move them out so they would not hit my hips as they swung. After an hour and a half they stopped and got Anne.

Again her raven hair was braided, but it was now held in by a bow in the back and she wore a letter t-shirt. She had with her a tape recorder and several tapes. She asked me a couple of simple questions just to get my voice recorded. She and Meredith were both pleased with the fact that puberty has not really hit me and my voice had not deepened. Apparently the thing that bothered me the most growing up was a benefit in this.

“Richard…ah…Caitlin, listen to me. With the way your voice is right now you could all but sound like a girl. We’ll use a couple of tricks to keep it sounding the way we want. Talk like Mickey Mouse for a second.” ordered Anne.

“Okay.” I did so, feeling kind of weird. I said a few things and she looked pleased.

“Do it again. Feel your throat when you do.”

Again I followed her directions and felt the vibrations near the bottom of my throat. She had me feel the vibrations of my voice normally and resonated higher.

“Caitlin, that lower vibration is where you want to talk. Now just talk, but keep your voice at the upper range. Try to match the vibration.”

Anne kept me at that for another hour and a half, taping me again towards the end of that time. She played the first tape and then the second. I sounded much more like a girl on the second tape. “Caitlin, I need you to concentrate on talking at that lower vibration all the time until you can talk there without thinking about it. Gwen, you and Meredith keep on him…her until she gets this right.”

She reached across the table where we sat and patted my hand comfortingly. “You’re going to do alright Caitlin. If you can keep your voice there you are over halfway there. We’ll see how things are coming along tomorrow and go from there. Talk lots. That will set the voice. If your throat gets sore, gargle with some warm water. That will soothe your vocal cords.”

I smiled and nodded.” I’ll do that Anne and hopefully my voice will sound right really soon.”

She smiled and left, going through her notes. Meri came over and pulled me up. “No rest for the oppressed Caitlin. Back to walking. We got you a new treat.”

Gwen handed me a pair of nylon socks and a pair of heels. The heels must have been about three inches. They looked absolutely huge. I stared at them.

Gwen’s chuckling broke me out of that spell. “These will shorten your steps and help you walk right. If you move your hips right the heels will be easy.”

I slipped off my flats and pulled on both nylons and shoes. I stood hesitantly, using the chair I had been sitting in for support. I took a few short steps, wobbling a little. That drew a couple of chuckles from my audience. Gwen shushed them with a reminder that they had all wobbled learning heels. Meredith gave me some more advice. “Try to walk as if you were on a balance beam, one foot in front of the other. If your hips swing correctly then you will have no problem setting your feet correctly. Now let’s go.”

Another hour of walking apparently helped my appearance walking and turning. I called for a rest and sat down. My feet ached from the heels and my legs were getting tired. That’s when they started in on the way I sat. I needed to cross my legs correctly, hold my hands differently. At least I was able to sit through most of it. Nadia and Sandra came in and watched the end of my walking and my lessons in sitting. They looked pleased by my performance.

Another girl came in to the room and rescued me, by announcing lunch. We stopped the movement lessons and headed off to eat. Thankfully they had let me put my flats back on. I had hoped for a reprieve but that was not to be. I got my first lessons in how to eat. No scarfing of my food this time. I had to take smaller bites and hold my utensils correctly. Also my sitting was corrected and they all jumped on any alteration of my voice. It was maddening. I was really beginning to think I couldn’t pull this off; not if I had to keep putting up with this.