I can't...I really have got to get a better line I can't believe I keep saying that. I just did it again didn't I?

My name is Bill Thorne NOT Belle. Yet here I am walking down the school hallways looking for all the world like one of the girls from the volleyball team. White tights in running shoes that have pink here and there. Red shorts that show not a single bulge. A tight school sweater with the demented cat on it, white, that shows me having puffy chest around where a girls breasts would be. Okay lets be honest it looks like I'm growing my own.

In my hands I have the stack of papers where all the girls signed that they took the sex ed feminine hygiene thing in gym class. I was of two opinions of that. One I was sent out with the forms because I'm male, at least someone sees that. But on the other hand my mind is playing pictures of scantily clad girls showing off all their privates too me. At least I hope they would.

Still tackle football would have been more fun than walking down a hall dressed like this. I keep getting eyed by boys all over the place. Heck even those same jerks who last week were teasing me about being a dweeb and learn to use a razor are eyeing me. It makes me feel like ants are crawling all over my skin. I would love to say the walk to the school office from the gym was mercifully short. It wasn't.

Probably took me the better part of 15 minutes to walk across the school to the office all decked out as a girl. I hated every second of it. So much so that as I approached the office I got goosed. A girl would have spun around and slapped the offender at worst. I'm a guy so I made a fist to hell with the papers and spun around with a haymaker ready to pound in the offender. My fist was caught by none other than Jason. Yes that guy from the drama class. The guy who kissed me on stage infront of everybody.

"That's no way for a lady to act Belle." My momentum of a moment ago was stopped.

"I'm no lady!" I'm not even a girl so what does it matter what punch I throw at another guy. He pulled me close so that our faces were not that far apart the only thing separating us was my other arm holding the papers to my chest.

"Maybe not yet but I'd be happy to break you of your tomboy habits and become the lady you are meant to be if you would honor me with a date." His eyes are ... uhhhhhh.... think!...

"Are you out of your fucking mind!"The nerve of this jerk! First he kisses me infront of everybody on stage then he gooses me and now he wants me to d...dd....ddd I cant say it.

"You make me that way Belle."

"Jason, Belle 2 feet apart at all times on school property. Mr. Glason do you need time in detention to think of your actions? Ms. Thorne I believe you have some papers to deliver?" Our principal Mr Haward, not Howard, Haward had come to my rescue like I was some helpless girl. I was embarrassed since this drew attention to me. Jason let me go and stepped back. My fist fell to my side but didn't release yet.

"Tomorrow night 7. Movie okay?" The nerve of this guy! I just stood there with an open mouth as he walked away. It took me a bit to get my head together as I prepared to yell at him that it was not okay. I never wanted to see him again and to stay away from me! I took a deep breath ready to yell when I got spooked by a hand on my shoulder. I actually jumped a little from it. I did not squeal, boys do not squeal!

"Sorry Belle, but I believe those papers are for me."Mr. Haward said while leaning down, okay I'm short so what,his face not really all that far from me which caused me to step back a step as he was in my personal space.

"Yeah.. Here these are from the gym teacher Ms. Brandy." Why is he looking at me with that stupid grin?

"Belle it's amazing how in just a few days you have become quite the girl. But I think you should slow it down a touch with the boys you might get hurt."

What the? I'm not a girl or a trans girl! This is all just a big mistake. I tried to come to school as Bill! All those things went through my mind and as I was about to reply he interrupted me.

"Anyways young lady I believe that that is your mother and sister out front maybe you should go help your sister like a good girl." It was not really a request more of a better do it suggestion. Of course as a guy I could tell him to go f... well you get the idea. But I did need to help mom with sis I already knew that. Free of the papers I walked out the front door and was well on my way to the car when a wolf whistle reminded me of how I was dressed. I just hung my head down and continued on through the stares my sister and mom were pinning me with.

"Just don't ask! I'm having a really bad day!"I stated before mom even opened her mouth. Samantha was just giggling. I'll get her later somehow.

"I....See. And here I thought I was meeting my son Bill at school today... Uhmm Belle is there something you want to tell me and your father? Maybe that t.v. reporter was not so far..."

"MOM it's not like that! I'll tell you when I get home!" Mom and I wrestled a bit getting Sam out of the car and into the wheelchair. She was in a long skirt that covered most of her leg cast and a sweater. No I don't know or care about the colors. Her remaining bruises were nicely hidden though. We had just got her settled and mom was adjusting her skirt to drape just so, its a girl thing I didn't see a problem, when three of Sam's girlfriends walked up. One of them sorta ticked a warning in my mind but couldn't figure out why.

"Sammie!" Squeals hurting eardrums followed. The three girls descended on mass to my sister with hugs while mom and I stood by. Sam smiled back at them and it was soon a rapid speak fest. I've been around the rapid girl speak before, while I do not really understand it I am used to it, more or less. I was grabbing the handle thingys that Sam uses for the short term to get in and out of the car for mom when ...

"So Belle what are you gonna wear on your date with Jason tomorrow night? Do you need to go shopping for the best outfit?"

"Of course she does numwit she probably doesn't have all that much for clothes yet she has only been out for a week."

"Oh good point but Den is right we should take her shopping for the right outfit and retail therapy is just what Sam needs as well. Imagine helping her little sister pick the right outfit to go out him!"

"How did you get so lucky Belle? We have been trying for ages to get him to notice us and you come along and steal his heart."

Blink Blink Please tell me that did not just happen infront of mom! I turned to mom to see if she had heard that. From the pure white look of her face I would say that this is a yes.

"I...I...I think I'll be going now. It would seem I will have to get Dave to look at some new paint for Belle's room after all. Oh here Belle don't forget your uniform you will need it for your deportment class after school." With that mom calmy gets into her car and tries to restart the already running engine. I think she is in a little bit of shock. Then again she is not the only one.

So there I stand a girls school uniform in one hand while I'm wearing makeup, a schoolgirls volleyball outfit. I have 3 girls all trying to get me to go shopping with them for an outfit I don't need for a date I never even agreed to. My sister is in her wheelchair and her eyes are the size of goose eggs one minute and narrowing to slits the next as she looks at me. Am I dead meat with my sister somehow? You bet! Mom is driving away thinking that her son is now really her daughter and she is talking about paint?

I wanna go back to being invisible as Bill!