Over the next week I saw Aaron twice, but between me and Sarah things cooled down a bit, not surprising really. She very much likes her guy, and to be honest I don’t blame her. We did talk about it in a bit of detail and she admitted she thinks she’s a little bi and she found herself attracted to me, but is very aware that she prefers, well, men. Which is where the conversation turned to me and what I liked admitting that yes, I think I am a little bi and enjoyed our make out sessions, but when I kissed Aaron for the first time, well, something clicked inside me.

Not that, get your mind out of the gutter, although, yes, that as well once it happened. It’s like it confirmed for me what I’ve known for a while.

I like guys.

But apart from that, during the week I was flipping between being a boy and a girl depending on my mood. Sometimes I felt more fem than others and I lent into that side of me, sometimes less so and went back to my more androgynous self. I bumped into Dave on one of those days and we hung out for a couple of hours in town. The only interesting thing to report is when he needed to loo, I went with him into the mens and stood one urinal away while I peed.

At least that fully confirmed I am a boy down there at least to him.

When I woke up on Saturday it there were two things I couldn't miss; my sister shouting happy birthday as she opened the curtains and how bright it was! While having some cereal the ‘rents said it was going to be a hot day today but wouldn't tell me anything about what was planned. I still felt a bit nervous to be around dad dressed as a girl, I mean, I know he says he’s ok with it but I am a boy, so I picked out a pair of skinny jeans, baggy tea shirt and converse.

Of course, when I walked downstairs they were waiting for me and all dressed for a really hot day, so my dad just asked my sister if she has something she could lend me so I wouldn’t bake all day, with mum suggesting a summer dress, so back upstairs I go with her and after changing my underwear to something more suitable along, I came back down in an above the knee summer dress with a handbag and light make up, and now wearing white converse instead of black ones.

Turns out the plan was to get me some more clothes as I was spending more and more time as a girl, but I didn’t mind, it was so much fun. At some point me and my sister Claire decided to dump our bra’s in our bags as the day was already getting hot. Mum noticed of course but said nothing.

After picking up a couple of outfits and some shoes, we stopped for some food before heading out to a zoo of all places. I can’t remember the last time I went to one and we spent a very happy day as a family, even if my sister did dare me to walk around for an hour without any underwear on. I made her do it as well and the deal was we had to look after each other to make sure there was no cheating.

I wanted to tell her that it’s not like I haven't done this before, although at least this time there was nothing to make me ‘stand up’.

I was very aware of a couple of cute guys there and giggling about them with Claire and how we were going commando. It was really nice not feeling anything restricting me, but I did miss feeling smooth so I guess it’s a swings and roundabouts thing. Anyway, we put them back on before heading home and had a family movie night, eating pizza and popcorn till we felt like we would explode. I really do feel like this is the perfect summer before school starts in just over a week.

The last week before school obviously involved mum insisting I make sure I’m ready for my last year and reminding me how important my GCSEs are, but I did get to see Aaron twice and hung out with Sarah a lot. We didn’t do a lot, it was just moaning about the summer being over, but when we were out we bumped into Dave.

I could tell he wanted to talk to me, and I wasn’t the only one. Sarah was being really annoying and kept talking and after a couple of minutes I started to get it. Dave had admitted that while he knew Sarah, the whole goth thing really intimidated him a bit. But then Sarah said, “Oh, stay here I’ll be back in a second I need to say hello to someone.”

We watched her walk off, and Dave turned back to me. I of course could see her over his shoulder and she just stood there watching us with a smile on her face.

“Hi Dave.”

He looked really nervous and I think I could guess that he wanted to ask me out, which is a surprise as today I definitely wasn’t dressed or presenting as a girl, no make up, he knows I’m a boy really. Ok, a boy with boobs, but he knows this. He knows nothing about me and Aaron, no idea what my sexuality is, and here he is looking nervous like he’s about to ask me out.

Should I help him out?

He said, “So Andi, I wondered if you wanted to go and see a film?”

Not what I expected, so I said, “What, I go to yours or you come to mine to watch Netflix?”

He blushed, and said, “No, no. I mean, that would be ok too, but I was thinking of going to the cinema, maybe?”

Ok, he does look cute when embarrassed.

“Yeah, that will be nice. But you do know I’m actually a boy, right?”

He blushed again, answering, “Yeah, of course. I was just thinking it would be nice to hang out before school starts.”

I stood there and looked at him, thinking over what I would say. I knew I was going to say yes, but I maybe needed to make some things a bit clearer.

“Yes, and I know you’ve seen me in a bikini, but when we go to school I will be there as a boy all the time, you know that, right?”

He answered so quickly I was wondering if he was trying to hide something about himself. “Yes, of course, it’s just two mates going to the cinema, nothing else. Is that ok with you?”

I nodded and Sarah saw that as her queue to come back, and the three of us hung out for a couple of hours. She of course was desperate to know what we talked about, but there were no chats in the girls toilets today so she had to wait. When I told her not he bus she was actually excited and told me just how nice Dave is and that we would make a lovely couple.

So we went to the cinema together the next day and with school about to start I was probably the most manly I had looked for a long time. No make up, I was wearing jeans and kept my boobs as hidden as possible, but I was still directed to the ladies by someone. Anyway, we watched the film and as walked home we held hands a couple of times, but it was just a sweet little thing. I mean, I like him, I think he is sweet but I’m not sure if I want to date him. Maybe once Aaron has left in a week or so I would feel differently as I think discovering sex has maybe confused some of my feelings, plus I have no idea how things will be in school if I was openly dating a boy.

Anyway, who knows.

All too soon it was the start of the school year and in my new uniform with the strangely itchy trousers I waited for Sarah to come round as my mum was driving us both to school and she was going to be my designated ‘guide’ for the day. I wore no makeup as I didn’t want my fem side to be on show and kept my hair tied back in a ponytail per the dress code. I did check that out online as I didn’t want to cut my hair and the code wasn’t gender specific I noticed so I could either wear it down if I wanted or the suggested ponytail I went for.

After the stuff mum had to do I was given a timetable and Sarah showed me to my homeroom, she was in a different one to me but a lot of our lessons were the same and she said where we would meet, so I walked in the room.

Of course people looked at me as the new kid and I looked for somewhere to sit and I saw Dave, he smiled at me and called me over and I sat down with him, saying hello’s and so on. After that the day was just another school day and me trying to work out the layout of the school.

I did meet up with Aaron that evening, and the sex was good as always but he seemed less willing to talk, we just seemed to get down to things very quickly. But once he had cum in me and got his breathe back, he told me he was leaving next week and had known the date for a while now, but kept it from me.

I wasn’t upset, I like him and enjoy having sex with him, but he’s my first, not my first love and not my first boyfriend. Even Sarah told me that was really obvious in how we both behaved towards each other as it was based purely on attraction and nothing else. Still, we had sex again and hoped to meet up right before he leaves.

Anyway, as one chapter of your life closes, a whole new one opens up, I just wish it hadn't happened the way it did.

The next day I walked to school with Sarah but I was a bit more worried about today as we had a swimming lesson. Mum had told me not to worry, I wouldn't have to do it, just tell them I have a medical condition and that should be it but if there’s a problem she will write a letter. Sarah didn’t think that would be enough, and when I texted Dave about it, he didn’t either.

Apparently a few years ago a kid at the school drowned so they were really strict on making sure that everyone could swim and everyone had at least one term where we were taught and it was now our turn.

At lunchtime I went to see the PE teachers and explained I have a medical condition so couldn't swim. There were two teachers, one old and gruff, the type that likes to bully kids a bit if they can’t climb the rope if you know what I mean. The other one, well, he was a lot younger, maybe even not that much older than me and he wasn’t even wearing a proper teachers ID.

He was kinda good looking really and when I talked about why I couldn’t swim he seemed quite open about it and listened to me. But the older one told me that unless I have a letter from the doctor, I have to swim. I told him I didn't have any shorts so couldn't and he said not to worry, they have something I can wear, but that ‘in this school everyone swims.’

Outside I called my mum to explain it to her, but as she didn’t answer I guessed she must have been in a meeting at work and dad didn’t answer either (he forgot his charger and was out of battery). I was panicking a lot the rest of the day, spoke to the reception staff, but everyone was really firm on this, swimming is important.

Sarah, Dave and Jane were really supportive, but at the end of the day we all walked across to PE for the guided group walk to the swimming pool next door to the school. I tried again with the teachers and the gruff old teacher showed me the lost property box and where I could find a towel or have a month of detention and he walked off to organise the rest of the boys.

I looked in the box and the shorts in there were way too big for me, same as the speedo’s, but I kept looking and then lower down in the box were bikini bottoms and I knew they would fit me. I grabbed two that looked like they could be speedos and a pair of shorts, hoping I would at least be able to wear a tee shirt as well. I stuffed them in my bag along with an old towel and joined the class on the short walk.

I hadn’t heard of wet tee shirt competitions at that point otherwise I wouldn’t have even thought about wearing tee shirt.

Dave was waiting for me and we started walking then Sarah and Jane joined us as well while I explained about the swimwear and I would keep my tee shirt on, but they all said no even the girls weren’t allowed to do that.

Sarah stopped me and said, “Look, if you’re being forced to do this, you may as well just do it properly. You’re a boy so no one can complain when you’re not wearing a shirt, and if bikini bottoms are the only thing that will fit, then wear them how they are meant to fit.”

She squeezed my hand and nodded, with her eyes telling me I could do this.

But could I?

I took a deep breath to try and control my fear, nodded back at her and tried to stop myself crying. She told me later she realised I was about to start crying and she had to make me be in control of my own narrative.

Walking into the changing rooms I was the last boy in and the only cubicle was right at the other end, by the entrance to the pool. The gruff teacher told me to hurry up or I would slow everyone down and put on whatever I found that fits me. Well, I was still small so even though I had the boys stuff I think I knew what would happen. I tried them all on and they all fell down or were so loose they would fall off in the pool, so I looked at the bikini bottoms.

The first was a bit too big and I tried to wear them as speedos but of course there was a big gap around the leg holes with my bulge. I looked at the one I was avoiding, pink and very clearly the right size for me, slipping them up my legs. I looked in the mirror and they looked stupid with a bulge, so I slipped them down and tucked, looking again and thinking how much better they looked.

I even found myself seeing how I looked in the mirror, turning around and so on. The other boys were running past my cubicle and the gruff teacher was telling everyone to hurry up, banging on doors and so on. I slipped off my shirt and stood there in my vest, the one I use to try and stop my boobs bouncing too much, again, checking myself in the mirror and thinking this will do, I will wear this. Then I heard the gruff teacher shout at a boy to take his tee shirt off, it will only weigh him down and ‘until we know you can swim it could make you drown’.

I slipped off the vest and stood looking at myself.

This is going to be a horrible moment, everyone will see me. Then the gruff teacher banged on my door telling me I was the last and to get out there now.

I opened the door and stepped out slowly, no one was there and I turned to the pool exit, taking the hairband off and throwing it on my clothes. I started walking and kept my arms folded at first, but realised that’s a plan that isn’t going to cut it. I lowered my arms and stood there, taking a deep breath and getting myself mentally ready for this.

I look down at myself and I was exposed, in public. My ears were burning and my face must have been bright red.

I decided if I was going to do this I was going to do it right, just because I haven’t been to a pool in years doesn't mean I don’t know you should stand under the shower first, so I did that then stepped out seeing the boys at the shallow end on our side and the girls the same on theirs.

I walked down the length of the pool, focusing on the gruff teacher. If he was going to embarrass me them I was going to return the compliment. I walked to him, feeling my little boobs bounce and slowly it got quiet as everyone was stopping talking to look at me.

The gruff teacher turned to look at me then did an actual double take. If I hadn’t been burning with embarrassment I was trying to hide, I would have laughed. I stopped in front of him and pointed to my boobs saying, “This is my medical condition.” And then I pointed at the bikini bottoms and said, “And this is a tuck.”

His mouth dropped open and of course he looked at me then looked away before focusing intently on my eyes and only my eyes, saying, “Join the other, er, boys.” And I walked down the line of them to stand with Dave near the other end.

Of course everyone was looking at me, but I resisted the urge to fold my arms and cover myself up. If I’m being forced to out myself like this, then I’m not the one who should feel any shame.

We were split into three groups, the great swimmers, the ok swimmers and the non swimmers, which I joined with Dave. Sarah was in the great swimmers and they were going to be taught life saving stuff, but for us, they just wanted to make sure we could swim. We had to duck our heads under, stand at the edge of the pool and practice kicks and swim a little if we wanted to try.

I was partnered with Dave, although I think it may have been that some of the other boys wanted to stay away from me, but at least the girls smiled at me and some looked at me and mouthed ‘are you ok?’ Quite a bit, so I just nodded and smiled back.

Practising swimming with Dave was funny as until this moment he was the only boy at the school who knew about my girls, but I caught him looking a few times. He was really struggling to support my weight as he didn't know where to put his hands and with both on my stomach I kept tipping forward and my head went under. In the end I did it for him, taking a hand and putting it on one of the boobs so he could feel it, but more importantly I no longer felt like I was going to drown.

After that he would kinda feel them when he wanted to, and it was funny really, mostly it was while helping me, but he also kept hold of them for longer than he needed to. I was enjoying it to be fair, he was very gentle and the water made me slippery which seemed to add it.

If I do see Aaron before he leaves I will try and get into the shower with him.

Anyway, as Dave was feeling me a lot, which I thought to myself, ‘ok, fairs fair’, so when I next supported him, I slipped a hand down his stomach slowly and held him there.

He was rock hard, not surprising really, but he was like really rock hard. When no one was close enough to hear us, I said, “You need to stop touching me or everyone will see him when we get out and everyone would know I had caused it.”

“I can’t help it.”

“I know, but you need to think of something else quickly.”

We had a different exercise to do, pushing off the wall of the pool and try to swim four metres, so I tried to swim to him, he tried to swim to me. But I could tell he was still hard.

We were given a five minute break and the whole group either stood by the wall or in little groups in the shallow end, and me and Dave leant on the side. I asked him, “Still?”

He nodded. Great. Here’s me with boobs and my only male friend at school - who also has a little crush on me - has an erection and we can’t be here much longer now.

So I did what any friend would do, and in the pool surrounded by people I gave him a hand job and he felt my boobs till he came, stifling any noise he wanted to make. I told him it was our secret and after that he kept his hands well away from me.

When the lesson was over we climbed out the pool and all stood in a line and of course the other boys were all trying to look at my boobs and there was no point in me trying to hide them anymore. In fact, I felt quite powerful standing there in my pink bikini bottoms. The teachers talked about how important it is to be able to swim but we were just getting cold now being out of the water so they said we could get changed.

As I walked past the younger PE teacher, Mr Howard he stopped me and asked me to hold back a second and one of the women PE teachers came over to talk to me.

She told me how sorry she was I had to go through with this, Sarah and Jane had explained about me and that she will make sure the school rules are changed. She also suggested I start wearing a bra and if I do decide to keep up with the swimming lesson to borrow a swimsuit.

I thanked her and walked back to the boys changing room, some of them were already out and dressed. I walked past Mr Howard and he apologised as well for the gruff teacher, saying that he had good intentions, but is just a bit old fashioned.

Mr Howard said, “I’m currently training to be a PE teacher, only just in my second year and doing a work placement as part of my training. I can tell you that how he behaves is not what we are taught. He’s the past.

I looked at Mr Howard and thought, wow, he’s not even a proper teacher yet and still at university. Suddenly I was looking at him a bit differently and realised he’s about the same age as Aaron.

And cute too.

I walked in to my cubicle but kept the door open as I talked to him, telling him it’s ok really as I wrapped my hair in the towel.

Ok, I was flirting with him a little, pushing my boobs out a bit, hoping he would look and trying to work out if I caught him or not.

Without even thinking I slipped my bikini bottoms down and told him it was ok, I understand and appreciate his concern but really I just did what every other boy did when you think about it. I took the towel of my head to start drying myself and Mr Howard was looking at me, or I should say he was looking at what wasn’t tucked anymore.

I said, “See, I am a boy.”

And because the tuck was released and having my boobs caressed earlier and giving a hand job I was already beyond a semi and now getting harder. I sat down and of course it poked up, but I decided to pretend it was nothing and said, “I really appreciate you asking the girls teacher to speak to me. She suggested I get a bra to wear to school and borrow a swimsuit from my sister for next week’s lesson. Do you think that will be a problem, me wearing a swimsuit?”

I snuck a look at him. Hmm, is that the outline of something I can see there?

As he answered me I stood up and made no effort to hide my boobs or little erection as I dried my hair.

He said, “No, I think it makes sense, you have as much to cover as any girl and no one will complain. But you should speak to your parents about it.”

I stood there looking at him and I was completely rock hard and I needed to deal with my own problem and wasn’t even listening to him as he talked about maybe not needing to swim in future. I stood right by the open door, naked and hard and said that’s ok, these don’t stop me swimming, and I brushed my fingers over them and down across my stomach, copying something I had seen in a film, trying to be sexy.

I said to him, “I do need to take care of this though, I will be quick, I promise.”

And I wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking it slowly as I slowly pushed the door closed. He never once stopped looking me in the eye, and I didn’t close the door completely, and he stood outside all the time, telling boys to hurry up, we don’t have all day. I like to think he was encouraging me to finish, and it really didn’t take long before I came, opening the door a little and looking at him and mouthing the word ‘finished’.

I never told anyone about that, I really didn't want him to get in trouble and I really didn’t want to get in trouble myself. Still, it was kinda hot!

Outside the changing room Sarah and Jane were eating for me with a couple of the other girls, who all asked loads of questions but now I hadn’t bothered to put the vest back on my boobs were a lot more obvious. I told them about what the teachers had said to me after and the need to wear a bra to school and borrow a swimsuit in future, which lead to a long conversation about different styles.

At home though, mum and dad were very unhappy when I told them about it, and I begged them not to do anything. I found out a lot later they did speak to the school and the school and had a meeting with the gruff teacher and this encouraged him to take retirement at the end of this school year, not that it mattered to me.

My sister Claire thought it was hilarious and had already heard about how I ‘strutted out like a supermodel at the beach’, which really isn't true at all, Sarah told me I looked as scared a rabbit but got more confidence as I walked towards everyone. Claire is going to sort out a swimsuit or something for to wear next week, but really wanted to know what bra I should wear, I had too many to pick from.

So the next morning I picked up Sarah on the way to school and she noticed immediately, I was in one of my pink bras as the dress code allowed it, but I was wearing a bit ore than that. I was wearing the full matching set and one of Claire’s old fitted school shirts, and a pair of her trousers which she said are pretty close to the dress code so I should be ok. I was still wearing my boy school shoes, but with my uniform blazer on my boobs looked more obvious and that’s where everyone will look anyway.

Just like Dave said when we first met in the mall, everyone was really accepting of me, I was asked to talk about it in homeroom and everyone was completely ok, well, there were still the whispers and looks, but no one was outwardly horrible to the boy with boobs. I was a lot more accepted by the girls than the boys, but I was never into sports the way they are. The girls PE teacher who suggested I wear a bra spoke to me when we bumped into each other, she did notice my trousers and said not to push the dress code any further.

I had hoped to go out with Aaron that evening, but he had to do something with his parents so I needed up inviting Dave over after school and streamed a movie. We hadn’t talked about what happened in the pool and I wasn’t going to bring it up, but I probably shouldn't have forgotten what I was wearing and changed in front of him.

Honestly, it never occurred to me as we were technically two boys together. I had slipped off my bra and my panties halfway down my legs when I realised he had stopped talking. I looked at him and just stepped out of them, went to get a pair of cotton ones to put on and of course he finally saw in very close detail that I am a boy.

He quietly watched me as I slipped the clean panties on and tucked, then grabbed a pair of leggings and a loose tee shirt, putting them on. I sat next to him again and told him he has no idea how much more comfortable this is, and at least now he knows I am a boy under this. I asked if he was ok about that, and that next time he will need to find a way to control it or take care of it himself.

The rest of week at school was just another week at school, I did start to wear a little make up and was definitely more on the girl side of life than the boys - bras do that to me - but I did have to go to PE again and I tried to keep as much of my body hidden from everyone as possible in the changing room. I also wasn’t dumb enough to wear something so pick or lacy.

At the weekend I hung out with Sarah in between getting throughly fucked by Aaron before he left to join the army. I was sad, but I knew he would leave and he was only a fuck buddy really. A really good fuck, but a fuck buddy!

Monday after school though, I arranged a date with Dave, and I do mean a date. I knew I needed to find out a bit more about this side of me and we were going to get a pizza. We walked to mine first and he waited downstairs while got changed into a skirt and top and put some make up on. I walked into the kitchen with my handbag over my shoulder, took his hand and we walked to his so he could get change and a short walk to Starbucks before going to a pizza place around the corner from his.

To anyone who was looking at us they could see we were on a date, but we had never discussed it being a date. I thought of it as a date, but I did wonder what Dave was thinking about it. I think he might have thought it was a date as when we left he took my hand and he walked me home.

We didn’t say much at this point, just walked together. When we got to my street, he stopped a few doors from my house and told me how much he enjoyed our date. So he did think it was a date as well, and he has seen me naked, he has felt my boobs and I have given him a handjob, so maybe this isn’t so much a date as the start of a relationship?

I’m not sure I want that with him, but I do like him, so when he leant forward to kiss my cheek, I turned my face to kiss him. I think he was surprised as he pulled back. I just looked him in the eye and then he gave me the most toe curling kiss I have ever had. With Aaron it was about lust, but this felt like something different, maybe not passion, but different to lust and maybe more like what I did with Sarah. Maybe he is going to be the boy version of Sarah for me? A friend that is more than a friend and help me be more like myself?

Anyway, we finally broke the kiss and I walked to my door. Dad was cool about me having a date with a boy, mum wanted all the details and Claire was watching me through the window so she knew all about it, but I said I had homework to do.

In the morning though, I seemed to be running late trying to get everything I needed for school, and Claire sorted my swimming gear for me, stuffing it in my bag. Once again I was wearing a pink set of lacy lingerie under my clothes and really I was wearing all girls clothes despite going into the boys changing area at the pool. That I thought was quite funny, and walking in with Dave after our date was just as funny.

It seemed everyone goes to the same cubicles so once again I was right at the end. I stripped off and got out the swimsuit and saw that Claire was being a typical sister and messing with me.

There was a bright pink bikini, the type you wear to the beach not a swimming pool. There was also a swimsuit, but not one for swimming in, it was the type of thing you would wear on a boat party in Ibiza! I slipped it on and it barely covered anything, I was showing a lot of side boob with a deep cleavage that stopped below my belly button and only just had enough material to cover my tuck. I looked at myself in the mirror and almost had a panic attack.

I opened the door a little bit and could see Mr Howard and I called him over, saying my sister played a joke on me and I showed him what I was wearing. His eyes went wide and before I could say anything I told him she also packed a bikini for me, showing him that. I knew bikinis were not in the dress code, but the swimsuit was literally indecent and he agreed it was the best option so I closed the door and changed again. By now of course everyone was in the pool area and I would be the last one out, but at least this time there’s a lot less to be scared off as everyone saw everything last time.

I stepped under the shower and once again made an entrance in my body glow pink bikini that was giving my boobs quite a lift and the bright colour making me more eye catching than ever. Walking out of course everyone looked and I saw Sarah and Jane giving me the thumbs up, so I decided to work it, swinging my hips and rather than being a boy with boobs, be the girl I’ve been all summer as I joined Dave and the other non-swimmers.

This lesson was fun, I felt a lot less exposed which is hardly surprising really, but this time I enjoyed it and was paired with another girl to help each other. Wait, did I just say another girl. Whatever. I explained about my sister setting me up with this, and she told me I should have worn that swimsuit anyway as everyone here has seen my boobs. We then talked about boys and how the girls hate that swimming in mixed classes and that I must know what it feels like to be stared at by now like. But really, I hadn’t noticed it as I’ve not grown up with it and normally just try to hide my body.

At the end of the lesson I was one of the last again to walk back as I’d had another talking to about what I was wearing and only just managed to avoid a detention, promising to get a more suitable swimsuit for next time. I started to walk back to the boys changing room, but this time there was a pool attendant standing by the entrance who was mopping the floor and he stopped me.

He said, “You can’t go in there.”

I tried to explain but he made it very clear I needed to go back to my changing room, not even prepared to go and get a teacher for me, so I walked as fast as I could around the pool and called out to the teacher in the girls changing area. I explained what the attendant said and she looked me up and down telling me she could understand and to follow her but not try anything funny and keep my eyes on the ground.

And into the girls changing area I walked, past the girls in their own cubicles, mostly with doors shut but some open as they dried their hair. Of course Sarah and Jane saw me and and as I explained what’s going on they both said I may as well use the girls in future as we’ve all changed together before, making the teacher raise an eyebrow as she looked at me.

I just shrugged at her.

We walked out into the public area and across to the mens changing rooms and she called out to Mr Howard, then saying to me I looked very pretty last night in the pizza place. I almost died. I thought to myself, so what? I’m in a bikini so it’s not like she isn’t aware of me. Mr Howard collected me and I walked past all the boys, all finished getting ready and all looking at me. It was like that scene in Grease when Rizzo tells someone she’s pregnant and the message gets passed along. Ok, maybe not like that but it felt like every boy knew I had walked through the girls changing area. I stepped into my cubicle, thanking Mr Howard and slipped off the bikini top, gave him a smile and closed the door.

Ok, he’s quite hunky, and yes, I kinda flashed him.

Sarah and Jane were waiting for me but Dave was nowhere to be seen this time so I will text him later anyway, but they both said they were going to speak to the teachers and make them let me use the girls for swimming in future, but I told them not to worry, I just need a proper swimsuit and we agreed to go shopping for one after school the next day.

After I had done my homework I called my sister Claire into my room. She was smirking and I knew she thought I was about to talk about the bikini and I gave them both back to her saying, “The teacher thought the suit was a bit too much for the boys to handle, but the bikini worked ok, thank you.”

I wasn’t going to give her the pleasure of knowing how terrified I was when I first tried it on. I could see was a bit miffed that I was acting as if it didn’t bother me, and if the girls hadn’t been ok with me in their changing area, I maybe would be. But right now I was more concerned about some new school uniform stuff that had appeared in my wardrobe.

Mum had been out and picked up some new things for me. There were four skirts in there, two short pencil ones and two of the short pleated ones (whoever decides these things must like seeing school girls legs). Anyway, she brushed it off saying mum had picked them up for me in case I want to wear them and the school doesn’t have a gender uniform policy so they won’t complain. I opened my sock drawer and there were two packs of five opaque black tights, uniform approved and held them up to show my sister who was holding up a pair of shoes, Mary Janes in my size with a one and a half inch block heel. I sat down on the bed in surprise.

The next day I knocked on Sarah’s door and she squealed in delight when she saw me in the short pencil skirt. She checked my face closely and said I could wear some lip gloss as they allow that as well so I put some on and us girls walked to school.