PAYBACK TIME

Another day, more new excitement to come.

I was up bright and early to get myself ready for school, I was still learning to prepare myself as a girl and wanted to give myself plenty of time. After a quick shower and shampoo, I put on my bra, knickers and a dressing gown and sat down to try to do my hair like Mam had done yesterday. It was awkward twisting my arm and wrist to try to get the brush in the right position to fill out my hair a bit while blow-drying it. Eventually I got it almost like she had done, gave it a final brush and a spray and I was happy. I decided that the more I do it , the easier and more natural it will become.

We were not supposed to wear make-up but all the girls in my class always used a little mascara and pale lipstick to which the teachers turned a blind eye. Mam had done my eyes the first day, and Sally had made me practice when I was at her house, so I managed to make myself presentable without poking my eye out with the mascara wand. It surprised me how much even just a small amount of mascara changed the look my eyes.

I still only had the one school blouse and decided that it would last another day without washing, but made a note to ask Sally where I could get another, I really needed a fresh one every day, or at least every other day. Quickly putting it and my skirt and shoes on, I went to the kitchen to start the coffee and toast and cereal bowls for myself and Mam.

“ You are up and dressed early, let me look at you to see if you are presentable. Pretty good, you have done well, it takes a bit more effort to be a girl, doesn’t it, but you have taken to it. I must say you make quite a pretty girl, it must be the genes that you have inherited from me ! You are obviously becoming very comfortable with this, let’s see the week out as you are and then decide what you are going to do.”

Having given my Mam a quick goodbye kiss, which just came naturally now, rather than the usual forced dutiful quick peck on the cheek, I set off for Sally’s to walk to school together. I was no longer worried about anyone seeing me, because of our high fences, neighbours could not see me until I was out in the street, and then I was just another young girl walking to school.

“ Sally’s still up in her room getting ready, Kim, why don’t you go up and chat while she is getting dressed., I’m sure that she won’t mind”

“Hi Sally, your Mam sent me up, is it ok to come in? You are a bit late this morning, you better hurry or we will be late.”

“ I’m a bit behind this morning, My period came on last night and it always makes me feel tired and slow, you know what it is like. Oh sorry, you don’t know do you? I hope that I have not embarrassed you, I forgot that you are not a girl, but that is how I think of you now, just another one of my girl friends. You are lucky that you do not have to go through all this every month, boys have it so easy.”

“ Boys have their own problems too, I know it’s not the same but life is a challenge for everybody. Periods are something that most boys are a bit squeamish about, they don’t really want to know the details, and either ignore the conversation or change the subject. A bit of advice for you, if ever you or a few of you are getting a bit of unwanted attention from the boys just start talking about your periods, the boys will soon clear off. You will have to tell me a bit more about it, if I am going to mix with the other girls all the time, I need to understand what you are going through and be able to be part of the conversation without feeling awkward.”

On the way to school Sally told me all about the cramps and the bleeding and the mood swings, and losing sleep and feeling tired, and I was glad it would never happen to me, but at least I could be a bit more sympathetic and understanding to the girls when they were going through it.

Going into school was no longer a problem, most had got used to seeing me now as a girl, and the Head’s talk yesterday meant that the joking and sniping had stopped, I was just seen as another one of the girls, or at least left alone without any obvious gossip about me.

During morning assembly, Mr Kier updated us on the situation with my bullies.

“ Following yesterday session with the boys present in the changing room, I now know the names of those involved, and have given them a punishment that fits their crime, Please welcome them into the hall.”

The doors opened and four of my classmates came in together looking very embarrassed and shy because they were all wearing skirts and girls’ blouses, causing a ripple of giggles and laughter to echo around the hall .

“ Quiet, calm down, I don’t think that they will do that again, and from now on for all of you any punishment will fit the crime, a bit like this four before you now. They are to remain dressed as they are for the rest of the day, they are not to make a mockery of their punishment by mincing around like drag queens or parodying the girls, they are just to behave normally. If they cause any trouble or break any of their rules, they will continue to wear a skirt until they have learned their lesson. Please do not goad them into breaking the rules .”

My morning lessons were French, Geography, and English which were just routine, and the morning flew past. However at lunchtime I was in the canteen having lunch with Sally and two of the other girls from my class, when a couple of my bullies came over looking very sheepish.

“ We’re really sorry about what we did to you Kim, we meant it as a bit of a joke, but we didn’t realise what it would do to you. Do you mind if we sit down with you and talk about it?” The girls all moved over to make room for them. They seemed genuinely sorry and apologetic and promised to stop hanging around with the others involved.

“ That’s ok as long as you mean it. No hard feelings, let’s just be friends, just think twice before you decide to pick on someone else. A little bit of ribbing is not a problem, but sometimes it can really hurt. As it happens it has at least found me some new friends, so it’s not all bad” They sat with us girls chatting away naturally until it was time to go back to classes, in a way I felt sorry for them, they had been led into it by the other two.

After a science lesson, next on my schedule was IT, and I had a decision to make, the boys’ class or the girls’. It was not too difficult a decision and I decided to go in with Miss Standing and the girls again.

“Hello again Kim, I’m glad that you have come back. Get on with making up your dresses girls, i need to have a chat with Kim.”

“ I’m assuming that you are going to be with us for a while and I will need to grade your work for the end of term report, so you need to do a project similar to the other girls so your performance can be graded against theirs. Normally the making of the clothes follows on from the girls using computer design programs to choose what they want to do, it’s a good way to get over any worries they have about technology. You are a few weeks behind the girls, they have already done that side of things, I will show you the programs that they have used and if you manage to find your way around them, as I am sure you will, I will give you a credit for that part of the course.

You are presenting yourself very well and in your uniform you can easily pass as a girl, but most of the dresses the girls are making are quite close-fitting, and, frankly, you haven’t got the figure for that sort of outfit, you need something looser but still stylish. I think that rather than a dress you will be better of with a skirt and top, I suggest a flowing peasant skirt with a Broderie Anglaise gypsy top, what do you think? Have a look at the samples on the program, pick one you like and think about how you would like to change it ”

I quickly searched through some options, selected a combination I liked, entered my size and printed off the design and the associated cut-out patterns to review with Miss Standing.

“ I think that I like this one, but I am new to this, can I discuss it with Sally, she knows a lot better than me what would be suitable, If I am going to spend a lot of time making something, I want to know that I will look stylish.”

“ Spoken just like a true girl, of course you can. If you decide to do it, I have some material in the cupboard that will work with what you want to do, you won’t have to go to the shops to buy your own so you can get started right away. I think you have already earned your credit for the design stage of the project, you had none of the usual problems or worries”

“ Sally can I have some advice about the design for my project, i need to know whether It will look ok or out of place, the last thing I would want is to be seen as some sort of fashion weirdo?”

“ Sure, but I need to go to the loo, we’ll chat on the way there and back. Don’t worry about going there together, girls often go with each other it gives us a chance to talk about things we don’t want the boys to hear.”

We talked as we walked and I suddenly found that that I had gone with her into the girls’ washroom. This was new territory for me, I had previously used the disability WC so as not to upset the girls or anger and provoke the boys. We went into adjacent cubicles and I sat down and had a wee as Mam had told me I had to do now, and was out well before Sally. She came out looking a bit flushed and panicky.

“I have a problem, I don’t have a spare pad and I am at my worst time, I don’t know what to do, if there was another girl in here I would ask her for one of her spares, I know you will feel awkward but can you go back to class and ask one of the girls for me.”

“ No problem, I can do better than that. I have some in my bag, just wait in the cubicle and I will be back in a minute.”

I was soon back and she sorted herself out, I even gave her a spare for later.

“ What are you doing with pads and tampons anyway, you don’t need them?”

“ Mam says to always keep some in my bag in case anyone needs one in a hurry, just like today, she said that sharing is not unusual as all women will have the problem sometime. I will need to get some more on the way home though, you can return the favour by helping me choose, when Mam goes in that part of the supermarket I normally go and look somewhere else, as I told you, boys are squeamish about that sort of thing.”

On the way back to class I showed her the printout of my skirt and top, “What do you think about Miss Standing’s suggestion, do you think it will be ok?”

“ I think it looks delightful, in fact I nearly did something similar myself, go for it. And thank you for the pads, you don’t know how much I appreciate it, particularly as you are new to all this. Now you know some of our secrets, you are even more of a girl to me. If you are going to stay as a girl, you need to feel like you are going through the same thing, why not synchronise with me and start by putting a pad in your knickers now and for the next few days so you feel in your mind as if you are on with me.”

After my first venture into the girls washroom and my first experience of dealing with the problems of periods I decided that there was nothing to be worried about and that in future I would just use the nearest girls’ loos rather than go all the way to the Disability WC, nobody can see you in the cubicles anyway. Maybe because I was in there with Sally I didn’t feel unsure or out of place and besides they were a lot pleasanter and cleaner than the boys, and a lot less clinical than the Disability loos .

Back in class, Miss Standing sorted out the material for me and left me to get on with my outfit. I managed to get everything marked out and cut and did some basic pinning, but ran out of time, the sewing and making up would have to wait until next time. This was definitely going to be more difficult and time consuming than the pillowcases.

On the way home we stopped off at the supermarket to get more pads and tampons, to keep us going for the next few days, she got some herself and told me why she picked those ones, and it seemed right that I just got the same. While we were in there Sally suggested that I need a more girly school bag, the one I was using was heavy grey canvas, very much a boys’ style, which was replaced with a small multi-coloured back-pack a bit like the one she used . I also got a small pocket pouch for the sanitary stuff, small enough to hold discretely or put in the small pocket hidden inside the skirt when I went to the loo, and we picked my very first lipstick, a light coral, not too garish. That was three visits to boy no-go zones today, the loo, the sanitary product shelves and the cosmetics racks, my world was changing slowly

Back at Sally’s doing homework she suggested getting changed and going out to the summerhouse, and pulled out a couple of strappy crop tops and shorts, and we quickly got changed out of our our uniforms.

“ Those shorts are a snug fit on you but are not sitting right, you have the little bulge of your boys’ bits at the front, I have been watching Rue Pauls Drag Race and the guys on there tuck their bits back between their legs when wearing tight stuff, give it a try and see if it is comfortable for you.”

In truth, in keeping with my general size, I was not over endowed in the ‘boys’ bits’ department anyway, so pulled down my shorts and knickers, did as she had said , pulled everything up again, and it didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.

“ That’s looks a lot better,, you are quite flat now you can’t really tell that you are not a girl, and I did notice that you are wearing a pad, you are a true friend to do this with me.”

Working on the homework together and helping each other out seemed to be working and we soon got through it all and sat chatting in the garden in the sun until it was time to go home.

“I’ve just remembered, I need to get another uniform top, I have had this one on for three days now and it needs to go in the wash, any idea where I can get one at this time.”

“ No chance you will have to wait for tomorrow, but I have a couple spare you can borrow. When you get home, put all the stuff you have been wearing in the washing machine on a quick mid-temperature wash and hang it out to dry, it should be ok overnight, and plan ahead in future!

You can’t really walk home in those shorts, but I have some Capri Pants which should be quite comfortable and cool, you can keep them and the top for a while, you can bring them back when you don’t need them. Here’s a bag for your uniform and shoes.”

“ What have you got for dinner today darling, I hope that it is something light, it is too warm for a hot meal?” Mam shouted from the hall as she came in.”

“ You are ok, I am ahead of you, go and get changed and I will put it out.”

Ma came down in a very similar combination to mine, with a loose bare-shoulder top and floral capris

“ Oh I like your outfit, we almost match, it is just right for this heat and you are getting a nice tan on your shoulders with wearing that strappy top, it’s all so cute. In my day we always tried to be discreet and hide our bra straps, but you girls nowadays don’t seem to worry about things like that, and why not”

We took our salad and chicken breast out into the garden, it was a lovely warm evening and we decided to make the most of it, getting rid of the plates into the dishwasher, and getting glasses of drink which we took out with us”

“ Anything exciting happen today darling?”

I told her all about the punishment for the boys which amused her, the two that had apologised to me were being allowed to wear their own clothes again, the other two had to continue in skirts until they changed their attitudes. I also told her about Sally’s period problems, which embarrassed Mam and me a bit at first. Although she was comfortable with me dressing as a girl, period problems was not a matter she thought she would ever have to discuss with her son, but when I talked it through with her and explained how grateful Sally and how I was matching Sally’s cycle she relaxed and we had a long conversation about women’s health problems and I felt able to cope with any conversation that may come up with the girls at school.

“You’ve been sitting in the sun too long, if you are going to wear skimpy tops like that you should really use sun cream, and moisturise afterwards. It’s too late for the barrier cream and the sun is not so strong now, but let me rub in some moisturiser for you.”

As she did my back and shoulders, I heard her giggling quietly.

“ What’s so funny Mam?”

“ You can’t see, but you are getting tan lines where your top has been, your shoulders are a lovely colour, but lower down you are still quite pale and you can see lines where your bra straps have been, and it’s the same on your front, you have got a very girly tan developing. You are looking more like a girl every day my darling.”

We sat chatting in the garden until it got dark, I collected my washing from the line, which brought another smile from her, “ I see that after 15 years you have discovered where the washing machine is and how to turn it on, Sally is a good influence on you, does this mean that you will be looking after your clothes yourself from now on? If you are, most girls wash out their knickers in the sink every night before going to bed, it saves any dirty stains drying in” We went inside for an hour or so, until it was my bedtime, I was really enjoying spending all this time with Mam instead of rushing off to my room at the first opportunity, and she said that she was enjoying the company, things had definitely changed for the better recently.

Getting ready and dressed in the morning was now becoming routine, but I almost forgot that I was meant to be using a pad, but I had to learn that that was part of getting dressed as a girl. The school day was uneventful, except that on one of my visits to the loo, there was another girl in there already and she shouted through the cubicle door “Have you got a spare pad, I must have left mine at home.” I pushed a couple under the door for her and when she came out, it turned out to be Jane who was in the Home Economics class with me, and she thanked me before realising who I was.

“ Hi Kim, I didn’t realise it was you, this is a bit embarrassing, normally we don’t involve the boys in anything to do with our periods, I hope that you are ok with it all. Are you using the girls’ loos now, are you really supposed to be in here?”

“ I can hardly use the boys’ now, can I, I wouldn’t get out alive or at least without being assaulted. I seem to have fitted in with you girls and everyone is treating me and talking to me as just another one of the girls, so why not? Before you ask I obviously don’t really need the pads but I keep some just in case someone else does. And don’t be worried about me knowing you are having your period, I am going to have to get used to it if i am going to mix with you girls all the time.”

“ You’re right, we now don’t even notice you as anything out of the ordinary, you just blend in, and it is so thoughtful of you to think of others and be so understanding, the boys usually do not want to know, and to be honest, we don’t want them to. I have no problems with you coming in here and I’m sure the other girls won’t, if they even notice, they are usually in too much of a rush when they get in here. See you later.” Jane gave me a quick thank-you hug and we left together to go to our classes. Another hurdle of acceptance had been cleared without problems.

I arranged with Miss Standing that I could stay on after school to work on my outfit, I was a few sessions behind the others and needed to catch up. Sally stayed with me and we chatted as we worked together.

“ Jane told me what had happened in the loo, and we are so proud of you and how you dealt with it. I told her about you matching my cycle and wearing pads too and with a bit of a groan about you not knowing even knowing the half of it, she thought that it was a sweet gesture, but be careful about who knows, everyone is not so understanding.”

I made good progress with my skirt and Sally helped me to finish pinning it out to fit my shape and size so that I could start sewing the side seams, ready for the next session. As it was now the weekend I decided to take it home and finish it off on Mam’s machine as I was still well behind the others.

I left Sally at her house as we had time over the weekend to do our homework and went home, and within even thinking about it changed into the Capri pants and top that Sally gave me yesterday and started preparing seafood and spaghetti for dinner.

“ That outfit really suitsyou. How do you feel about dressing as a girl after a week of it, are you going to stick with it or are you going back to being a boy?”

“ I am enjoying it at the moment, nobody seems to have a problem with it, and I am actually finding the clothes really comfortable Sally has become a super friend, I am getting on really well with the girls at school and you and I seem to be getting on much better. I think that I will stick with it for a bit, if that is not a worry for you.”

“ I’m glad you said that, because I’ve got a surprise for you. I was looking the internet yesterday and found some false breasts which I bought for you, they stick on to keep them in place and allow them to move naturally, but can be removed anytime you want. Why not try them over the weekend and see if you want to keep them on for school next week? What you have been using has done the job, but these should feel much more natural and realistic and your blouse will probably fit better too ”

“ I’m not sure how it will go down at school, but let’s give it a go and see how I cope with them.”

After dinner Mam had me lie down on the sofa while she put some of the special glue on my chest and stuck them on for me and told me to keep my hands pressed on them while worked the edges to blend in with my skin. After a few minutes to allow the glue to set she told me to stop holding them in place and to get up.

“Stand up and let’s see how they hang. They look quite normal and they seem to be the right size for you, what do you think?”

“ They do feel funny, I am not used to them and they feel like a heavy weight pulling on my chest. They look all right to me but I haven’t seen many exposed like this.”

“ Now you know why us women and girls wear bras most of the time, the shoulder straps give a lot of support as well as improving your shape. The bras you have are no use anymore, you don’t need the padding. I have got you another couple, I think they will be the right size and they are a bit nicer than the plain ones you have been wearing, try one on and see what you think, and put your top back on, even nowadays, girls do not sit around in their bras except on the beach with a bikini top.”

“That feels much more comfortable and my top fits me a lot better, I think they will work after I get used to them.”

“ Remember do not slouch, shoulders back, chest out, no need to try to hide your breasts, you should soon learn to balance yourself in a decent posture

The gate opened and Sally and her Mam walked into the garden. “ Oh my god Kim, you have a cleavage and your breasts have grown, what have you done?”

No longer being self conscious in front of Mam and Sally, I pulled off my top and unhooked my bra to let my new assets show and their faces changed from astonishment to grins after a few seconds.

“They are so realistic, but you will need to get used to the fact they get in the way sometimes, but it is actually quite convenient that you have them now. Sally and I are going down to the beach tomorrow and thought you might like to come, but didn’t know how you would be able to present yourself. Now though there will be no problem, Sally can loan you one of her swimsuits and nobody will ever know. She has told me that you are now hiding your ‘boys’ bits’ and it should not be a problem. As you know, she is on at the moment so she won’t be swimming and will be wearing a swimsuit as well, rather than a bikini so you will not look out of place. We can’t stay long tonight we really just called out to see if you wanted to come with us. Come over first thing and we will see what fits you and we can head off from there.”

Saturday morning Mam went off to work and I went over to their house where Sally had picked out a swimsuit for me that was snug enough to hold me in place but not too revealing that it would make concealment difficult. Before leaving home I had picked a light crinkle patterned summer skirt and a colour-matched top which seemed appropriate as beach wear, I was now beginning to get the hang of coordination. I stripped off completely, put on the swimsuit which did not look too bad and put on my clothes again, leaving all my underwear in my bag to change back into later.

We had a super day down at the coast, normally I would have been in and out of the water or climbing the rocks, but we just lay sunbathing on the beach for a while heavily covered in sun screen, with Sally commenting on how “fit’ the boys were when they walked past. A few times we went for a walk at the water’s edge, just so we could say that we had been in the sea, and so that Sally could ‘accidentally’ parade past some of the boys. We had a light picnic lunch and later stopped at MacDonalds for tea. Rather than my usual Big Mac Double Cheeseburger, I settled for a chicken burger and salad while the others went for the filet-of-fish.

When we got back Mam was already home so we rounded the day off with drinks in our garden, wine for our Mams and fresh crushed lemonade for Sally and I. It seemed that Mam and I both had found close friends that we could turn to when we needed someone to talk to.Sally and I giggled as I told her a bit more about how embarrassed Jane had been at first when we were in the loo, but how i put her at ease letting her go away happy

Mam had another surprise for me when I went up to bed.

“ Now that you have boobs and are tucking yourself, I thought you might like to change your night clothes. There is a matching cami and shorts sleep set which should fit you and be nice and cool and it is more in keeping with how you look at the moment.” I went to sleep that night with all sorts of weird dreams in which I was a girl doing all sorts of wonderful things.

I woke up Sunday morning and went downstairs to get my breakfast, leaving Mam to her usual Sunday-morning lie in. I just gave my hair a quick brush into shape and went down in my sleep set, had a quick breakfast and went to do a bit of work on my skirt. The basic skirt was now finished, it still needed trimming on the waist and hemline, but I needed a bit of help with that and put it away until my next class and tidied up Mam’s home work room.

Sunday was our day of the week for housekeeping so I made a start on clearing things away, dusting and cleaning down the work surfaces etc, and when Mam finally got up, all that was left downstairs was vacuuming the floor and carpet.

“ You should have woke me darling, there was no need for you to do all this yourself, and you still aren’t properly dressed, although that sleep set is fine for around the house. Go and tidy up your room, have a shower and get changed ,put on your eye makeup and when I have finished up in here we can go down to the lake for a walk and a snack.”

We were soon sitting down in the shade by the lake eating ice cream, and I was glad that I had put on a light short skirt and strappy top, it was definitely cooler and more comfortable that my old boys’ stuff. Mam had suggested that I leave off the bra and just go natural as the tight straps can make you perspire a lot in the heat, but I was still not used to the movement or weight of my boobs so had decided to keep it on.

A couple of boys my age walked past looking at me and giggling and I was convinced they knew about me, but Mam said they were just admiring a pretty girl and making lewd comments about what they would like to do with me, and that I should just get used to it as I would be getting that reaction as long as I stayed as a girl. In many ways that was a compliment but in other ways it was worrying.

It was too warm to have a hot meal when we got home so we settled for a light salad at the cafe by the lake, smoked salmon for Mam and Tuna Mayonnaise for me. I was getting used to having smaller healthier meals and generally felt better for it.

Monday morning, I prepared for school again. I had decided to keep on my boobs but noticed when I was dressed that they seemed an awful lot bigger than the padded bra I had used before and thought about changing my mind, but Mam convinced me that I looked fine and that if anyone noticed the change they would be too polite to make a comment.

Sally soon changed that. “ My god girl, you are really sprouting, those things are amazing, and they seem to have a life of their own, they are so realistic, you will have the boys’ tongues hanging out. I don’t think anyone will now look at you as anything other than a natural girl. By the way, there is no need for the pads anymore, I am quite light and it’s all over for a few weeks now.”

The first lesson of the day after assembly was PE/sports, which I was dreading, It had never been one of my favourite lessons and i was confused as to where to fit in this morning. Luckily I saw Mr
Rodgers in the corridor and asked for a chat with him.

“ I don’t know what to do Sir, I can’t go in with the boys and if’m not sure if I’m allowed in with the girls, and what activities I could actually do.”

“ Let me have a talk with the girls to see how they feel, I shouldn’t really let you change with them but there is no other option really other than excusing you from the session.”

“Can I suggest that you ask Sally to find out for you, she knows a lot more about my situation than you do and I’d rather not tell, I think the girls will be more open with her than with you.”

Five minutes later Sally came out smiling. “ There were no objections at all from the girls, particularly when I told them what you have had done, in fact they all want you in there so they can have a look for themselves. Most of us are going to play Netball and I have scrounged a few spare bits of kit for you, let’s go girl!”

We left Mr Rogers looking perplexed over what Sally had said and I went into the lions den of the girls’ changing room for my first time where I was greeted with a group handclap and hug from most of the girls and a cry of “Get your kit off and let’s all have a look”.Knowing that I really had no choice as they would keep going on at me until I agreed I stripped to my bra and panties and gave them all a twirl so they could have a good look. “ Hello Sister, hey, your boobs are bigger than mine, it’s not fair.”, “ My five-year-old brother has got more in his groin than Kim, are you sure that she was ever a boy.”, “ Look at the tan lines, it is obvious that it’s not just at school that you are wearing our stuff.”. It turned out that they could be as personal and lewd as the boys, but at least it was good natured rather than nasty.

I was soon kitted out in a short pleated flared skirt and sports top and we went out to the court and lined up for team selection. I was used to being the last to be picked by the boys, and although I had watched the girls playing netball before and knew the basic rules but had no idea of tactics and plays, I was picked in the middle of the bunch after the taller girls who would play Goal Shooter (GS), Goal Attack(GA) and Goal Defence(GD). As it is only 7-a-side, there are no safe positions where novices can be slotted in where they can’t do any harm. Along with GS GA and GD and the Goalkeeper(GK) the most involved position is Centre(C) who is essentially the main playmaker, leaving the only choices for me as Wing Attack(WA) or Wing Defence(WD). It was decided that as a forward playing WA, I could cause least damage.

It took a while for me remember the rules about passing quickly and not moving with the ball and I was penalised several times in the first quarter. When we changed ends my team Captain came and told me that I was catching and throwing well, and that if I just played to the rules, I wasn’t doing too badly. The second quarter I was getting into the swing of things - including the swing and bounce of my boobs - and my game was much better including several passes up to the GA or GS which led to goals or good scoring chances. Despite being small and wiry, I was quite fit and when some of the others started to tire towards the end of the match, I was still running around full of energy, the C was passing to me more as they gained confidence in me and I was involved in several scoring plays. Although it was only a friendly match between classmates our team were very glad to have won, and we all had a group hug bouncing up and down.

“ You did really well Kim, considering was your first time, the girls were really impressed with you, i don’t think that you will have any problems with PE in future.” Sally told me as we walked back to the changing rooms.

We walked in to the changing rooms to find the girls in various stages of undress, getting ready to go in to the shower cubicles or towelling off afterwards, Nobody took any notice of me or changed what they would normally do, not even turning their backs to me when naked, I was accepted as just another one of the girls with no need for special treatment. I went in for my shower, the main difference from the boys’ areas was that there were separate cubicles rather than an open area and that there was a smell of scented soap and shampoo rather than sweat.

Going to get dressed after towelling off I found that my relatively plain cotton bra and knickers had been replaced with fine lacy silky ones. “Come on girl, do it properly, if you are joining us learn to like the finer things in life, just put on what you have been given, and don’t ask where they came from.” came a voice from the back of the crowd

I put my new panties on, (they were proper women's’ panties rather than schoolgirl knickers) trying to conceal the tingling I was feeling in my groin, I just managed to keep my legs tightly together until I got my skirt on.The new bra was a much snugger fit pushing my breasts up and giving a much deeper cleavage, I was beginning to understand why there were so many types of bras on show when I was shopping with Mam, it’s horses for courses, and the one I had on now definitely made me feel a bit sexier, a feeling I had never felt as a boy. I had to see how it looked and went over to the main mirror and posed, much to the delight of the girls. We were soon all dried off, hair brushed, mascara and lipstick re-applied, and ready for our next classes.

Later in the canteen, one of the girls nudged me and looked over at the next table. “ You aren’t half getting the glad-eye from those boys over there, think your new bouncing little friends are making an impression” causing my cheeks to blush a bright red, I just wasn’t used to this positive attention, I had always been the scrawny kid sitting on his own in the corner.

Later, sitting in the garden with Sally, I asked what comments she had heard about me today as I was worried that I would be considered a bit of a freak with my false breasts and tucked bits.

“ The only comments I got were very positive ones, when the girls first seen you undressed in the changing room they were amazed, and complimentary, many were envious, but when we came back in after the match you became just another one of the girls. You had done really well during the game and surprised us all, me included, don’t be surprised if you are asked to join one of the teams. At first they thought that you might have an unfair advantage not having real breasts which change the way we throw and catch, but you were bouncing around with the best of them and those comments soon went away. Swapping your underwear was not a nasty vindictive thing like the boys did to you, it was all in a spirit of friendship and ‘welcome to the club’. Just keep doing what you are doing and you won’t go wrong.”

“Without hurting your feelings why are you being so friendly and kind to me, are you not worried that people will think you are weird being best friends with a boy who dresses and acts as a girl.”

“ Look, when I see you all I see is girl, and that is not just the clothes, it is your attitudes and the way you act. It would have been easy for you to hide in a corner humiliated on those first days, but you held your head up high , were pleasant and polite to everybody, and joined in without any feeling of being an outsider in the design class. The girls like you a lot and you are accepted as a friend by us all. The boys have been a little bit slower to warm to the new your are frightened that being friends with you will ruin their street cred, but they are getting there and they have short memories, you will soon be another target for their attentions. You might want to stay as a girl, you might want to go back to being a boy, but just live for today and enjoy what you are doing.”

“ That’s very deep philosophy for a 15 year old, you ought to take up therapy or counselling when you leave school. Anyway, this is all too heavy, let’s get some lemonade and biscuits and prepare for “As You Like It ‘ tomorrow.

At home over dinner, I told Mam about my day particularly all that occurred around the netball game, and she insisted on seeing my new underwear.

“ Very nice, not cheap either, somebody has good taste. I can see that we may need to do a bit more shopping for you.

to be continued