I should note I didn't really want to post another chapter and may or may not continue this story as I really want to work on my other stories. However my muses seems to have other ideas.

Grandma was write about one thing at this new school. The girls did pick up on who was and was not of "upper crust" pretty quick. Truthfully I think they are a bunch of snobby self righteous bigots.

That does not mean I was picked on. Actually They, and yes that's capitalized for a reason, found me to fit right in. Ie since I was not a lowbie, their words not mine, I was pretty much ignored as long as I kept my appearance right.

My classes as Amy were Deportment followed by Woman's history, who knew women had their own history seperate from everyone else,followed by Mathematics. Physical Education was after lunch, that scared the hell out of me since I had to strip to my panties and bra before donning the rather useless white tennis skirt and its matching fluffy panties. No really they are fluffy there is a bunch of lace around the back that makes them fluff out. The skirt is pleated and short but sticks out. One wrong move and everyone sees your panties plain as day. The golf shirt I actually liked since it was way warmer than the camisole and blouse. White socks that you pushed down for some reason and real shoes! Pity we cannot wear them all the time.

I should mention although it is a co ed school for both girls and boys we didn't share any classes with boys at all. I was thankful of that. If any boy saw me dressed up like a girl I would so be dead meat. Following phy ed. If you were part of the gymnastics team, ballet team, or ice skating team you went to those. Otherwise it was more phys ed. Since it was my first day I was told a few things. Such as on testing days we wore a leotard, what is a leotard anyways? Some guy who is mentally challenged? The reason I was told was because they would use a scanner to measure our build. The girls have some other name for it but I forget it at moment.

I was also told that after the test days the boys of the school would usually post the results of a girls breast size on a bulletin board or wall somewhere. The teacher gave me a look when she suggested that nobody would stuff their bras for that as it would not help. Stuff bra? Well yes I would like to stuff this constricting thing up someones... Down girl!

The small tests they did do that day were not bad I was shocked to learn I had lost some 30 pounds. According to the teacher she said I had gained only 3 pounds. That meant that I was 3 pounds more or less of what Amy was. I couldn't help but cry at that and a few girls consoled me that it was probably due to breast growth and not that I had put on fat. They didn't get it I felt more and more that I was becoming Amy for real. The teacher took me aside and quietly asked me if I was starting my period. I guess because I was so emotional it looked like it. I said no of course. I should have said yes as I was sent with the other girls to run some laps around the gym.

In my old school I used to be able to run laps like this no problem but my stamina and strength were gone. I was sweating and huffing to finish the laps. It didn't help that the jiggling of the breasts in my new bra combined with sweat was itching like crazy. While walking had been no problem running like a girl with all this new weight had thrown me off totally and that took a bit to get the swing of things. I copied what the girls ahead of me were doing and it seemed to help with maintaining balance.

After gym I used the shower with relish. I was so glad that the shower stalls were all separated and not a communal shower. The school supplied soap and a shower cap. I really was glad of that last bit because drying my new hairdo was a royal pain. The soap was of course scented and all flowery. They probably got a bulk discount. I also think they did something with the water as well as my skin was as soft as when I used the bath salts at grans.

I do not know why but the school policy was that no girl could walk around without her panties on. Meaning after the shower you had to put on your panties. Going without a bra was apparently fine though. Strange rule but one I enjoyed because I could make sure my tiny junior was not pointing out. Getting caught as a boy now would be a serious problem. Not that I didn't think about it a few times already that day. Everytime I saw myself in a mirror or window. All I saw was Amy with no sign of Thomas. Getting a teacher to believe me was unlikely unless I dropped my panties. There was no way I was gonna do something as foolish as that.

After gym class I headed to Iceskating for my orientation. I got measured for a skaters skirt, leotard again with that guy, and skates. We were shown videos of stuff we would be learning to do on the rink. The teacher stated she wanted us all to start off with the basics and would proceed to the harder stuff as time went by. This was so that nobody got left behind. We girls were also informed that once a month the boys team would join us for mixed couple skating as duals. Not sure what "duals" is. could she mean duels? Like 10 paces and fire? Cools wonder what we do throw the skates at them? This could be nice. I smiled of course and got noticed for it. The "someone has a crush" comment kinda went over my head though.

Last class was science. Our teacher was rather droll though and staying awake was a bit of a chore. She did have a long stick and a short temper. One of the girls nodded off and she slammed that stick down infront of her. I shot up in my seat a bit when she did that. My schedule for tomorrow was a bit different with home economics first thing followed by women's work economics. Not sure what that will be like at all. English sounds easy lunch choir practice, math, then foreign languages and study hall.

Not that tough overall but rather different from what I was used to. We all left like proper ladies, something the teachers constantly reminded us of all day. No running or skipping etc. I am sure this was first founded by nuns and we would have been following them to the buses. I did however look over at the boys section. I was envious of the way they could play around. I saw smiles and balls tossed back and forth. Nothing to bad really but they sure got more slack than we girls did thats for sure. To think if Amy had not missed that bus that could have been me over there.

During the bus ride home to grandma's Diana and Susan, two of the girls that I had made friends with during the day, and I chatted about this and that. I tried to follow them with how they though so and so was cute and hunky. I am really not all interested in boys having been one not long ago. Though I did blush when Theodore Radcliff looked my way for some reason.

I got off the bus at grandma's and was dreading the grilling to come of my first day at school. I was sure Grandma would be all full of questions and constant reminders to be ladylike the rest of the night. My pink Kitty backpack only had the one bit of math homework to do as the rest I was able to finish in class. I made sure to check myself for any unsightly grass stains before going in the door. I had remained clean which surprised me. Before I would come home with half the school dirt somewhere on me much to moms dismay.

"Gran I'm back." I called out.

I was shocked when Mother told us she had made a mistake and thought that my Thomas was Amy. I mean yes they did look kinda alike but they were cousins after all and young.

Peggy and little Amy were also speechless as Mother told us what she had done to "cure Amy of her tomboy ways" over the summer. I mean I could understand that it would have been alright if it had really been Amy. I mean I probably would have done the same. But my Thomas was a boy.

I know how narrow minded she can get sometimes but this was a new one on us I think. Peggy and I spent part of the day discussing what we should do. I mean its our mom! Peggy wanted to have her committed right there but I talked her out of it.

Peggy likewise talked me out of going to the school and rescueing Thomas. I was all for running there and bringing him home but she convinced me that this may be a good thing for him. I had to agree that Thomas did have a problem with respecting women but then again so did his father. I loved Ned with all my heart but sometimes his insistence on treating us women like glass was annoying. Thomas wasn't that bad really just teased his cousin when she had those cute pigtails till she didn't want them anymore.

I suppose I should have told mother about Thomas's little breast growth but the doctor assured me it would go away so I didn't really see any harm in not telling. Though the idea of seeing Thomas in that cute uniform with a training bra did amuse me.

When I looked up at clock I noticed that the time had just flown by. It was already time for Thomas to come home. It was at that point I heard the front door open. I swear it sounded just like Amy when I heard "Gran I'm back."

"Come into the kitchen sweetie." That was Peggy she had always been able to make herself sound like mom.

I was expecting to see a flat chested Thomas in a girls uniform but this was...

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