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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"Thomas what have you done to yourself?" Yelled Mom.

"Don't look at me!" I yelled back before I hurried from the kitchen. Due to grandmothers ‘Ladylike’ training I did so as much like a lady as possible. I didn't run or shuffle my feet I did walk sorta fast to my room.

To my horror in my room was the real Amy dressed very much like I was currently. She just stood there and stared at me. Grandmother had my closet open and was showing Amy my new clothes I guess. Honestly I didn't care as I made my way to my bed and sat down making sure to tuck my skirt under me as I did so. I think it was all habit.

I had wanted to flop down on my bed and bury my face into the pillows and cry but ‘young ladies do not flop themselves down’ was going through my head so I sat instead. I did cry a lot though.

"Oh Thomas I'm so sorry it was all my fault." started grandma as she pulled me into a tight hug. I know I should have done something else but she is my grandmother and I do love her.

Amy just stood there with a blank look on her face. It seemed that the only thing she could do was look right at me with wide eyes. It was actually creeping me out.

I did the only thing I could do and buried my face into grandma's breasts to cry some more. I still have no idea why I was crying so much or so emotional lately.

I heard but didn't see someone come into the room. I felt grandmother move her head a few times while I cried and cried. It took me awhile to cry myself out. All the while grandma just kept petting my hair and back while making baby soothing noises. Before I would have been upset now though it helped.

Once my crying had slowed down grandma helped me to get out of my school uniform, wash my face of my really ruined makeup, and then change into a light summer dress. I would have preferred pants but I knew from experience the only ones in the house were my school uniform ones. The ones I got in trouble for wearing this morning. Grandma didn't ask me to or even hint but for some reason I sat at my vanity and did my makeup anyways. It just felt wrong to wear a pretty dress and not wear makeup. When I was done, which didn't take all that long really, I stood up for inspection from grandma. Usually she would have said something but this time a sad look crossed her face instead. It wasn't until I was just about to leave the room that I put my foot down and hauled back my hand that had made its way into hers.

"Thomas there is nothing to be afraid of. You’re not the one in trouble I am, I have been a terrible Grandmother to you."

"But I don't want Mom to see me like this."

"Then why did you put on your face dear?" I didn't have an answer to that as my mind went a complete blank. Actually when I thought about it since grandma knew that I was Thomas now I should have gotten a spanking for wearing makeup. But it was my makeup not Amy's well it was Amy's but it was my Amy's makeup. My head was starting to hurt.

Walking into the living room where Mom, Aunt Peggy and Amy were was probably the hardest thing I have done so far. I hid behind grandma as much as possible. Yes I know it's the typical little shy girl response. I wasn't shy I was terrified. However obeying my grandmother was a habit and I sat down on the edge of the couch cushion ankles to one side and not with my knees crossed over.

Of course they noticed. Keeping my back straight while also trying to make one smaller is darn near impossible. I did fidget with the hem of my dress though.

I had figured they would start giving me the long lecture and yelling or screaming but they didn't. Trust me it only made it worse much worse.

I had not expected to encounter Thomas being so ladylike. It was unreal, wish my Amy was that well behaved. Even when he left the kitchen after Amy's outburst he was a proper young lady. The emotional outburst that we overheard in his bedroom and the way he sat. I really do not know what to say. Can this really be my nephew Thomas?
Now what was that name we picked if Thomas had been a girl? It was close to Amy but hmm...

I think I will need a good bottle of wine after this. To discover one’s own son like this is beyond my ability. I have no idea how I will explain this to Ned.

"Do you have a girl's name?" asked Amy.

"Amy!" exclaimed Aunt Peggy.

"But MOM, that is a girl not a boy!"

"Amy." I almost whispered.

"What?"

"No that's the name I go by Amy."

"But that's my name. You can't use my name."

"Amy!" Aunt Peggy is good at that.

"Whaaa, well she can't use my name it's not right!"

"Amber." My mother said in a low voice.

"What did you say Amy?"

"His name would have been Amber if she, I mean he had been born a girl."
"Amber fits. Well Amber is there something you would like to tell your mother, cousin, and I."

"Uhm Hi, how was your trip?" Well I was curious.

"Please Thomas go change into some of your boy clothes." Mom still would not look at me.

"I would love to. Where did you put them?"

"Amanda. Amber doesn't have any boy clothes you didn't send any." Thanks grandma.
"Don't call him Amber!"

"Amy look at her does that look like a Thomas? No it’s a girl whose name is Amber."

"Don't call my son a girl." Mom was freaking out. Then again so was I. I knew I had to do something. I was so gonna get in trouble for this. Grabbing both sides of the summer dress I lifted it over my head and put it on the couch behind me. I stood there in just my bra and panties almost right in front of my mom. Grandma, Amy, and Aunt Peggy gasped in unison. On a side note it was almost choral.

"Mom, look at me!" She raised her head and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Do I really look like I could pass as your son, do you have any idea how I feel at all?"

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I stood there infront of my own mother in just my bra and panties. She looked at me. I fully expected her to slap me. Yell at me that I did this to myself. Yell at grandma that this was all her fault. Something.

Instead she did something far worse to me. She cried tears. Silent tears. The tears brimmed over her eyes. Her light brown eyes. The very same eyes I had. The water built up and slowly at first they built and built till the dam broke and it trickled down her face.

I stood there less than a foot away and saw these tears. Tears I had caused. I knew in that moment I did something horribly wrong. I was no longer her son. That hurt me so deeply that my own tears also fell. I turned around grabbed the stupid dress off the couch and ran back up the stairs. It was not a ladylike run at all. I could care less.

I had lost my own mother. A woman I loved more than life itself. The happy memories of her holding me as a child in my teddy bear pajamas. Her loving smile as she held me tight and read to me. The time I fell off my bicycle and scraped my knee. It was my mother who kissed it better. All gone.

I ran into my room. That room with its girly bed and frilly sheets. I hated that bed suddenly and pulled all the sheets off onto the floor. I took off the bra and panties and threw them across the room. Not that they flew all that well. I swept my arm across that hated vanity and all that makeup so that the makeup ended up mostly in the garbage can beside it. The can already more than half full of tissue from my previous attempts at makeup.

The closet with all those dresses and the dresser with all that lingerie I thought about moving or doing something but my strength was gone. I screamed at one point I guess. I was in so much pain. A pain I had not experienced before. A pain I wanted gone. I wished I could take back what I did to my mother but that was not possible.

I do not remember getting onto my bed and curling up with the pillow but I did. I was curled up tightly crying the crys of pain. I knew I was no longer a boy. But I was not a girl either. All my life I had been so sure I was a boy. I was happy as a boy. But now I was a freak.

If I went to school they would all see me as a freak. The girls would make fun of me and the boys would hurt me with pushes, shoves, tripping. I had seen it all before. I knew deep down that even my father, who I was never that close to anyways, would want nothing to do with me. I was a freak.

Grandma, Amy, and Aunt Peggy saw me as a girl. They said so just 5 minutes ago. But I am not really a girl am I? I didn't know anymore. Nobody forced me to be a girl inschool. Yet I had. The girls had accepted me as one of their own. They boys I used to go to school with never did anything like that before. I was alone in my previous school nobody had wanted anything to do with me. Did they know I was a freak even then?

What about that 30 pounds? I know gran's ladylike training had me getting full well before I really was because of those small bites. Or was it the endless walking, sitting, or other activities from sunup to sundown over the last month?

Where did these boobs come from? Was it those vitamins and tea each morning? Was it something else deep inside of me that would have made me this way anyways? I am a freak. Please make the pain stop.

Mommy I am so sorry. I love you don't leave me alone. I need you so bad.

I had no expect my cous to do that. Before I thought he was just playing dress up in my close. Kinda like having a big barbie doll. But when I saw her, I mean him, I mean .. This is so confusing. All my life Thomas has been a boy but that was no boy. Every part of her just said girl. And then when she took off the dress and well.

Those are real boobies. A little smaller than mine maybe. I know that bra it's mine it wouldn't hold anything but boobies too thin and its not a push up.

And where was his penis? I saw a girls front in those skimpy panties. Not a boys shape at all. I mean I have seen boys things in their shorts before. Like who hasn't. Penis's bulge outwards. Hers, if she had one, was so small that it really looked like a girls vagina thru the panties. Well not our lips but the general shape.

The part that I do not understand is why she looks so much like me. It's really freaky. My hair is way longer but if I had short hair I would look like that.

That scream! That's pain. Ouch.

Oh my god! I can't believe she would do that. What kind of mother would raise her daughter... I forgot that's my nephew. This is so weird. Poor Ams

I don't really know how to tell mom and Ams but I doubt it was anything mom did. Those herbals she takes and may have given to Amber would not do that. They are not even enough to prevent menopause for crying out loud. I asked Dr. Kendra about it with the old bottles I snuck out of moms trash.

She said that even if someone took like 10 a day for 2 weeks straight the most they could possible do would be to make her hot flashes less intense.

But maybe on a young boy it would be different. Poor Ams.

Oh my god! Amanda I can't tell you how sorry I am. If I had known that this was Thomas I would have brought him to Doc Sam's weeks ago.

I do wonder if I should get one of those infernal answering machines though. Maybe they tried to call and tell me.

I lay on my bed for what felt like hours. Nobody wanted me anymore. Who wants a freak. What I did to my own mother. God why does it hurt so much.

What am I gonna do for school tomorrow. I can't go as a boy now when everyone has seen me as Amy.