No not gonna say it... I .... I ... can't....be..beee...believe I can't stop saying that!

Sitting there on the edge of the counter, the lower one, is a gym back. A pink gym bag. A bad sign if I ever saw one. I know I should leave it alone and not touch it but there is a paper and well curiosity...

Dear Belle

Barb

So that's her name. I should have not opened the bag but again curiosity got the better of me. It was worse than I thought it would be. There was an acid wash denim skirt, the flared kind that changes at the hips. A light blue camisole,panty,stuffed bra set. And a white blouse with puffy short sleeves. A denim purse with makeup in it as well as some wrist bangles. I immediately stuffed it back in and was partway to the door when I stopped.

I went back to the counter and put down the bag and looked at myself again. Was I Belle? Or was I Bill? Some part of me was curious to see how I would look in the outfit. I know really bad idea. I hesitated for awhile going back and forth between the counter and the door.

I'm really no good with makeup of any type I thought about it but just the clothes was more than enough. A part of me was reveling in the feel of the lingerie. I knew it was bad but I couldn't help myself. The tshirt I wore this morning to cover my brrr...breasts wasn't working out at all. The lingerie was like heaven against my sore and sensitive nipples. I stepped out of the stall in the outfit I really didn't want to wear but I needed to see what I looked like. I stepped up to the mirror expecting to see myself Bill wearing girls clothes. What I saw was unquestionably Belle. The skirt was a little tight in the waist. Somehow this made me look like I had very girlish curves.

I almost ran back to the stall where my normal clothes where and quickly changed out of the skirt. My pants fit fairly well if a bit loose at the waste. No it wasn't a pair of my super baggy jeans that fall down all the time. It was a pair of my newer jeans. They fit past my hips and thighs alright, left me room the crotch for junior, but the waist was loose. With my yfronts they would sorta grab and hold for a bit. The panties on the other hand are made to slide by and the pants were always falling down. I was so preoccupied with my pants as I walked out of the stall that I didn't notice Barb and the gang were there watching me till I heard a giggle.

"The skirt would have been better Belle." It was then I realized I had not yet taken off the cami and blouse.

"It's not what you think. I was just curious to see what I looked like is all I'll put it back." I turned to walk back and change when I felt a hand on my arm.

"Belle why are you fighting this so much?" Barb said it in a soft voice loaded with concern. I turned to face these girls who less than 2 weeks ago would not have given me the time of day.

"Look girls I know you mean well and all. But this is not who I see myself as."

"Soooo... you see yourself as Bill then?"it was a good question.

"Actually that's part of the problem. I'm not sure that I'm Bill either anymore." I could tell by their silence they didn't get it. I don't blame them.

"This is something I need to find out on my own I guess. Sorry." With that I went back to the stall and removed the blouse and camisole. I was very tempted to remove the bra as it was wrong for a guy to wear one. If it wasn't for the sensitive nipples I would have not had hesitated. Then again I should know better and have locked the damn stall door too.

"Belle?" It was at that point my hand slipped on the sink edge and I woke up. I was still infront of the bathroom mirror where I was staring at myself till I sort of fell asleep. I looked for the bag of girls clothing and it wasn't there. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I ran the tap on the sink for some warm water and splashed my face to help wake me up a little.

Lunch was as subdued as the rest of the morning had been. Even Barb and her posse seemed to stay away from me as I ate my peanut butter and jam sandwich in peace. The dream I had in the washroom did make me distracted and I didn't notice a certain someone come to my table. I looked up into the face of Jason sitting on the other side of the table.

"Belle I..." I held up my hand as soon as he started.

"Save it for the girls in the school Jason. And the name's Bill." with that I got up and tossed the remains of my sandwich into the garbage. It would have been a perfect moment if some jerk hadn't ruined it.

"Jason zero Belle 2" which got half the lunchroom either giggling or laughing.

My afternoon classes passed fairly quickly except math where it was a chore to stay awake. Our teacher Mr. Newcastle teaches in a monotone. It's the one class I prefer to get quizzes in or homework.

My last class of the day, and the week, was home economics. It was the one class mom insisted I take. Her idea at the time was to learn how to cook for myself when I became a successful scientist or lawyer. Yeah she has these big dreams for me.

Still I was happy that I had managed to remain Belle free for one day. Being called Belle doesn't count as I got called that all day by teachers anyways. We had all settled down into our seats when our teacher Mrs. Anne came in. Anne is her first name she doesn't like to be called by her last name of Shilt. Ill give you two guesses why.

Now for most of the semester we had been working on stuff like sewing pillows or cooking but today when she came in, yes I'm the only boy, she was pushing a cart. I stood up to help her but she waved me down so I sat. It was a bit of a shock when she pulled out babies and put them on her desk. Four of them with baby bags for each.

The babies were actually baby simulators that had a key you had to insert into them when they cried or pooped or did something that you had to pay attention. I spent most of the class dreading being assigned one of those things for the weekend. Thankfully 4 girls in the class volunteered to take care of them for the weekend. I guess my relief was a bit to noticeable as Mrs. Anne called me to help her with something in the one change stall we had.

Since it wasn't a baby I was thrilled to help. She asked me to remove my shirts, which I did and then she had me hold this latex thing infront of me while she pulled on some straps and junk. She then used some tube thing to put water into the latex thing and did some checks. I was then told to put on this blouse with a pullover jumper thing in blue. I didn't quite understand any of this as the changeroom has no mirror. It wasn't until she had me stand infront of the class that I got the clue.

I was wearing a pregnancy simulator! Oh how embarrassing, and yes I did get openly laughed at in the class. Here I was avoiding trying to avoid Belle and now I'm not only Belle again but pregnant Belle! I kinda listened to what she was talking about as she explained what the simulator would do. I didn't catch all of it as I figured at the end of class I would be able to remove it for some girl to wear. Boy was I wrong.

At the end of class I found out that , just like the girls with the babies, those of us in the pregnancy simulators would be graded in part by how we responded to the simulators. They would record what we did and so forth. After we were done come Monday we would write an essay explaining our experience.

Really it wasn't that bad. During class I got kicked twice by my baby. Not fun. Mrs. Anne did provide for the pregnant girls though. Each of us got, in a bag, 3 stretch maternity dresses and tights to wear. I found out that jeans, even my baggy ones, didn't work well with the belly especially trying to sit down. It was a relief to actually put on the tights and dress as they allowed for far more maneuvering. I didn't think women needed this kind of freedom until this. Gave me some respect for what mom went through with Sam and I. Mom yeah.. Gonna have to say something to her on the ride home as well.

I walked outside or more accurately waddled outside that belly was just too much in the way to be able to walk properly. And of course the stupid baby thing kicked me in the stomach. Worst part was it was a low hit and for some reason made me really want to run to the bathroom. I didn't since mom would be... where is mom?

I was standing outside the front doors where mom should have been picking up Sam and myself but there was no sign of mom's car or Sam for that matter. I just stood there wondering what the heck was going on. It wasn't until I saw my school bus pass by that I realized that unless mom was late I was screwed!

I did see Denise, Sam's friend and waved to her frantically. She came running and laughing as she saw my uh condition.

"Oh Belle! That is so you!"

"Ha ha very funny where is Mom and Sam?"

"Oh! Didn't you know? Your dad came early to bring her to hospital for her leg scan." she said with this worried look on her face. It was then I remembered a vague reference from dad about leaving early for Sam. I thanked Den and started the long waddle home. I passed up a few offers from Jason, he followed me for 2 blocks, to let him drive me in his puny Geo Metro. I was fairly sure I couldn't even fit in sideways without trouble. Besides the dress was not something I wanted him to get a close look at especially with me in it.

I got a number of stares but then again so did Jason. I knew exactly what they were thinking. Preggers girlfriend being followed by boyfriend after a fight. I could almost hear the 'that poor girl' or ' serves them both right'. I kept my head down and waddled along. Even though I was wearing my sneakers my feet were not accustomed to the weight or the waddle for the couple of blocks I walked. Still opening my front door while drenched in sweat was a godsend as my feet were really overheated. I dumped my schoolbag, the bag with the dresses, my shoes all in the front hall and waddled to the couch in the living room.

I was the last one home and had made a fair amount of noise coming in. Not the best way to hide from ones parents.

"Hey sport how was...OH MY GOD! Belle what have you done now!" Dad was a bit on the surprised side as his eyes were really open wide.

"Bill what did you do to your fath.... Belle! How? Why? Your pr...pre... ohhh... " and mom faints! Sam is wheeling or trying to anyway, to get too mom past dad. She is not having a lot of success so I got up and waddled over to help. Dad reached down and put a hand on my fake belly. I don't know why but the thing decided to kick at that point. Dads face went very pale very fast.

The last we saw of dad that night was him walking out the door with one golf shoe on and one rubber boot with the lawnmower keys.