"Success! For once I didn't say I can't believe... aww crud!"

Monday started off alright for me. Got up at my usual time showered got dressed in moms stuff again for the last time. Grabbed my bag, after checking to make sure it was my clothes and not something of Sam's not doing that again, and went for breakfast. Mom told me she would go during her lunchbreak to visit Edna to get me some smaller bras. I made her promise to only get me one or two as I wouldn't wear them for very long at all. I still remember how Edna can railroad you.

Since it was a nice day Sam and I decided to walk to school. Or more properly I waddled while pushing her. I did help her with her makeup again. I tried to escape the makeup on myself this morning and did for the most part. Sam used the mascara brush to give me a dot on my face and we giggled again. My lips were dry so I chose her lip balm to prevent chapping. It looked clear but had a strawberry taste to it.

The walk to school was nice even though my feet in there white running shoes with the pink bits were a bit warm when we got there. Surprisingly we made good time and I was actually early for school. Sam wanted to go to her first class where I pushed her and then I went to the home ec room to get rid of junior. Ms Anne was just unlocking the door the the room when I waddled up. I was not the only one wanting to get rid of junior as two of the girls who had also had to wear them were there along with the one girl with the baby, who I might add, didn't look all that well with a punk spiked hairdo on the doll.

Ms Anne frowned at the girl with the doll. We followed her into the classroom where Ms. Anne hooked up a cable to the doll before relieving the girl of it. Next she did the two girls in the simulators with the cable as well. It was just a network cable hooked up to a computer to pull the record of it. Ms Anne told us then that each of the straps on the simulator would record if they were removed at any point. One of the girls went beat red at that. My turn came soon enough and junior was gone. I did tell Ms. Anne about the doctor having me remove the top part for a breast exam. She told me that it was fine as I had also gotten a note saying such from the doctor. It took me a bit to get used to not having junior around and I actually felt flat. I continued to waddle around until Ms. Anne pointed that out to me. The girls giggled at me and I blushed. I held up the pants with one hand and left to use the unisex bathroom to change as the girls were hogging the one changeroom in the home ec room.

In the bag was a pair of my jeans, the better ones, a belt that I think is really Sam's as it is thin but plain. I don't actually own a belt. The red tshirt is a bit old but has no holes and my usual flannel was replaced with a grey hoodie that zips in the front. I didn't mind it at all. What I did mind was the note from mom in the bottom with one of Sam's older bra's. It was a size smaller than I am band wise but being old and stretched a bit fit okay. The slightly padded cups helped to prevent any unwanted irritation of my nipples. I resigned myself to wearing it since it would only be for a few days at most. Looking in the mirror you could tell I was wearing a bra and that I had small breasts. I tried zipping the hoodie then moving it side to side to hide the bra as much as possible. Finally I just left it open as with my bag over my shoulder it distracted enough.

Besides it's not like the kids haven't seen me wear girls stuff before. What I didn't notice at home or in the bathroom mirror was that my hair had not been slicked back, nor did I remember to remove the gold studs from my ears that I wore the day before. The 'beauty mark' if you haven't guessed was totally forgotten about as well. The jiggling from my chest was distracting at first but I soon forgot about it as I made my way through the first couple of classes.

Word of my temporary pregnancy had made rounds at school so inbetween classes I was buttonholed with questions about my experience. The snob girls gave me sneers all day and I didn't have a clue why since I was dressed as a boy. Aside from the belt and bra, oh and the shoes, I was wearing guy stuff not girls stuff. Sorry girls no Belle here today. Not that it helped as everyone called me Belle anyways.

Lunch was largely uneventful as Jason was sitting in a corner by himself and seemed to be pouting. Barb and the girls sat with me though. One was wearing a low cut top that exposed a little bit of cleavage. I think I didn't even taste my sandwich as I inhaled it. I was kinda distracted since the girl was sitting right opposite me. I think her name is Dawn but I'm not sure as most of the conversation was lost to me. Yes I stared at the piece of flesh for the lunch period. I may look like a girl lately but I'm very much a guy who is attracted to girls.

Amazingly enough Dawn, Barb and the gang didn't notice that I was staring at her cleavage. She removed her necklace and had me hold it instead thinking that was what I was looking at. Yeah the dolphin is quite detailed and it is real gold and all but my mind was thinking about how it was dangling over her breasts instead. You don't really need to know more than that.

Barb and the girls followed me to the washroom again, it seems I somehow and don't ask me why, had become a part of her group. They offered me some makeup which I turned down a few times.

"Belle it's not a big deal to wear more makeup than a light pink lipgloss. We know you have been playing with makeup as your eyes gave you away last week. Oh like the beauty mark by the way really makes you look cute." It was then I noticed I had not washed it off.

In the mirror I saw Belle once again. The hoodie had settled over my chest and actually enhanced my breasts instead of taking away for it. The belt pulled my waist in just enough to give me an illusion of curves slightly hidden. The beauty mark changed my face enough that there was little doubt I was a girl and not a boy. I sighed and used the offered lipgloss on my lips as people had already seen me as Belle today anyways. The tiny gold studs I hadn't noticed combined with my loose hair that fell naturally into a feminine look if you did one or two little things with it didn't help either.

To my utter surprise though Dawn noticed that a few whiskers on my face had sprouted up overnight. You could barely see them and I was gonna leave them but the girls had others ideas. My struggles were ignored and the 6 or 7 hairs were plucked via some tweezers. Once again I had a baby smooth face. I wondered if I would ever have my manly hair back. I actually mourned the few now dead hairs left behind on the counter.

When we walked out we got verbally assaulted, okay not really but this one girl did a rapid fire girlspeak to Barb and the gang. I caught one word out of three that it had something to do with Jason. After she left I asked and they told me what had happened to him over the weekend.

After he had left me on Friday when I made it clear I was not going to ride with him he had gone to the local teen hangout to shoot some pool. By the time he returned home his Aunt had already told his parents about his shameful behavior. Apparently he spent most of the weekend being grilled over by his visiting Aunt on his responsibility to honor the girl he got pregnant by offering to marry her or something. I'm sure there is more to the story than just that but that was what the girl had told us.

School being school the word got around fast and my locker had a few handmade wedding decorations on it. Not a big deal as Jason's was far more detailed. Serves him right for trying to pick me up. I grabbed the now laundered clothes from last week for gym along with my own and went to gym class. Again I had to change in the office and she was not thrilled with my gym pants and loose t shirt. It was the same stuff I had worn previously so I didn't see a problem with it.

Jason was waiting outside the office when I walked out. He actually looked depressed when he saw what I was wearing. I thought he was going to apologize to me at first but he walked away instead. I didn't get it but joined the rest for our 12 lap around the gym floor class followed by badminton. The girls told me a few times that I was tripping myself up in the gym pants and that was the reason I was doing so badly. I put up with it for a number of minutes before that competitive spirit in me got me angry enough at losing that I was willing to try something.

I walked back to the office where Ms. Brandy was waiting for me with the shorts, sweater and tights in her hand. The condescending smile on her face didn't improve my mood any. I thought for sure that my y fronts would show through the tight shorts and they did. I searched my bag and found a pair of panties I had worn last week. I actually felt happy to wear them as my juniors two partners had been bouncing around earlier. I resolved to ask mom if there was a guys version of panties available later and finished getting dressed before heading back to the gym.

I did fairly well in the girlie outfit without the pants and shirt tripping me up. What I found strange was that a number of the guys seemed to miss the stupidest shots though. I guess they were already tired from playing. My teammates for gym Sue and Debra did the hug and jump girlie thing with me in the middle everytime we won, which seemed to be fairly often. I actually enjoyed the last part of the class and openly laughed a few times. I had built up quite a sweat during gym class so Ms. Brandy let me use the shower stall in her office to clean myself up. I had not brought any shampoo or conditioner or even soap with me as I usually waited till I got home to shower.

Her soap was scented along with her shampoo and conditioner. It was subtle really not overpowering like some so I didn't really notice how it made me smell just that tiny bit more feminine. I was clean and that was all that concerned me at the time. I hesitated over the y fronts vs the panties. I chose the panties telling myself it was for the support and nothing else.

As I exited I handed the gym outfit back to Ms. Brandy. She gave me a look and handed it back.

"I think you should keep these Belle. Consider it a present from me for your wardrobe. Did you want me to get rid of your old ones?"

I looked at her in confusion I didn't really need the girl's outfit my gym clothes were perfectly fine. Even though I had to admit wearing them seemed to improve my game in badminton it wasn't like we played it that much. Still I took the offered clothes and put them into my bag.

I was still puzzling out why she had asked me if I wanted to get rid of my old clothes though. They didn't have holes in them. My thoughts got interrupted by Sue and Debra thanking me for being myself to play the game. Once again I didn't quite understand the comment about being myself. I was going to ask what they meant when we were leaving the gym but Jason was waiting outside for me and they abandoned me to him.

"Belle can we talk?"

Lil Jaci got up from her Barbie laptop giggling to herself. She was ready to post her latest chapter all it needed was a bit of tweaking here and there. She had already written three chapters of her story on her Barbie Laptop and her small delicate fingers were a bit sore from the typing.

In the hallway a forgotten tiny shoe was the only witness to hear the silenced sobs from Dottie into her pillow as her sister giggled away while the rapid fire click click of keys was the sounds emanating from her room.