What have we done?

Another perspective to the short story Lara Croft 2.0 and some further development.

by MonicaS

Copyright © 2020 Monica S.

This story contains footnotes at the end containing some terms and references.

Chapter 1: Retrospection

“Rachel, can we talk?”

“Oh, that sounds serious, love. What’s the matter?”

“I wonder if we did okay with Kelly. Or did we cause this … horrible mess?”

“What do you mean, Linda? Ah, you mean Kelly’s porn website?”

“Yes. It’s disgusting. How can she do that? I’m so ashamed. I thought that we raised her to become a strong independent woman. And now she’s exposing her nude body to all these misogynistic men. I don’t want to think about what they do while looking at her images. It goes against all my feminist ideals. Perhaps we should do something about it?”

“Are you going full SWERF^[1] on Kelly? I’m not sure what to think about it either but she chose to do this on her own free will. She doesn’t seem to have a problem with her nudity even though she’s … special. It actually shows her strength and self-esteem. She’s proud to earn her own money, to be able to finance her university studies. Who would have thought that men pay so much money for a few images and videos? And with onlyfans^[2] she has as much control as possible at least.”

“I still wonder if we caused all this. What if she’s a man internally after all? Did we force womanhood on her and this is a form of rebellion now?”

“You mean our social experiment with raising her gender fluid?”

“Yes, I didn’t really like the idea of raising a boy. I’d hoped for a girl.”

“Yeah, imagine us, two radical, man hating feminists, having to raise a boy, to become what we hate. laugh Oh the good old times. We certainly are a lot more moderate and I hope wiser nowadays.”

“I certainly had some worries. Did we do wrong?”

“Well, let’s recall what we actually did. We named her Kelly, the most common girls’ name that can be a boy’s name too^[3]. That way she didn’t need to change her name regardless of what gender role she chose.”

“But it’s foremost a girls’ name.”

“I don’t think that really matters. At least she could have presented as a boy without problems. Putting her in dresses to play with girls might have been more influential.”

“But she looked so pretty in them.”

“She didn’t have much regard of that when she went outside to play in the mud though.”

“Yes, Kelly could behave like a boy regardless of how she was dressed. She’d ruin her dresses in an instant if we didn’t pay attention. So she actually wore pants or shorts most of the time.”

“But even then you often prettied her up with pigtails or a barrette.”

“I guess I couldn’t help myself. And she seemed to like it too.”

“It might have made the difference about how other people saw her. Most referred to her with ‘she’ and ‘her’ even if they knew she was born a boy.”

“We didn’t talk much with her about how she felt, did we? At least until you introduced her to Lara Croft.”

“Don’t blame me, Linda. How could I know that she’d create such a fixation on a fictional character? I just thought that she needed a female role model who’s more of a tomboy like her. We weren’t exactly good examples in that regard.”

“Not everybody can be a craftsman. We didn’t have a problem to use men for that.”

“We didn’t need them as often when Kelly grew up and began fixing stuff.”

“Yeah, she became quite good at that, too. Well, anyway, once you showed Kelly Lara Croft she always wanted to dress in shorts, tank top and boots, with her hair in a ponytail. And guns strapped to her thighs.”

“Ah, the guns. Perhaps we shouldn’t have got her the toy pistols. I certainly shouldn’t have let my brother show her how to shoot. Do you know she got real guns when she turned 18 and is sometimes running around with them?”

“Oh no, is that even legal?”

“Yes, she got a carry permit.”

“She certainly went much too far with her Lara Croft fixation. Remember how we had to show her images of Lara Croft in a dress to get her to wear dresses again?”

“Yes, but the slinky black dress we had to get her for that wasn’t really age appropriate.”

“I’m glad she eventually toned it down a bit. Even though she never let go of it. Do you remember the talk she had with Dr. Franklin, her therapist?”

“You described it often enough, how Kelly asked the doctor ‘Can you imagine Lara Croft without boobs?’ She certainly had a strong image of what she wanted to become.”

“Yes, Rachel, but how much of that was her inner self and how much did we push her in that direction?”

“We can’t be sure but she could have stopped being a girl if she wanted. We told her many times. I never saw a sign that she didn’t want to be a girl. Well, except for not wearing dresses. But that doesn’t matter as she still presented as a girl in her shorts. She’d certainly have it easier in her teens if she had gone back to being a boy.”

“Yes, she had to be strong to get through all the doctor appointments, the trouble with the bathrooms and bullies at school and so on.”

“Well, she was strong for others too. Do you remember Melissa, the other trans girl in her class? How Kelly got into quite some trouble for the fights she had to defend Melissa?”

“Yes, I’m still angry that they punished her for standing up to the bullies. I’m glad that she had learned martial arts, even though that was also a part of her Lara Croft fixation. I don’t want to think how it might have turned out if she’d lost her fights. At least she had her friends who stood by her. I still wonder how well she could connect with both boys and girls.”

“Well, with the boys it was easy. She was quasi one of them. I mean in behavior and interests, not in looks and not in body once she started hormones. She just had to make it clear that she wasn’t romantically interested in them. As for the girls, she did have some interest for girls’ stuff like makeup and fashion, enough to hold her own. I wonder though what happened when the other girls started talking about boys.”

“I actually know that she played matchmaker between her girl and guy friends. That she wasn’t interested didn’t mean she couldn’t see what others wanted in a boy.”

“Too bad the matchmaking didn’t work out so well for herself.”

“Yes, only one girlfriend in all her high school years. At least I could see her feminine side for the few months it lasted. I’d never have thought that she’d change so much for somebody else.”

“She really blossomed up as a young woman in that time and I think she retained quite a lot of that femininity. Just think about her senior prom. At least we dodged the bullet about her bringing a boy home. Could you imagine Kelly together with a boy?”

“Ugh, no.”

“Well, actually, she did bring boys home.”

“Yes, but only to play video games. Not to have … I don’t want to think about it.”

“So altogether I think she must be a woman in her core. Could she be as happy as she always is if she’d be living in the wrong gender role? And now she finally met a girlfriend and is bringing her home for Thanksgiving. Could it be better?”

“Well, if there wasn’t her porn website.”

Chapter 2: The Bombshell

“Mommy, Mama, I’m home!”

I hurried to the entrance when I heard these long missed words, with Rachel a few steps behind me. And there she was, my grown-up daughter. She’d spent her summer break at an archaeological dig, so I hadn’t seen her for quite a while. I hugged her fiercely.

“Ugh, I didn’t know you missed me that much.”

“Well, you were gone so long. So who is our guest?”

“This is Susan, my fiancée. Honey, these are my moms, Linda and Rachel.”

“Fiancée? When did that happen?” I was quite surprised. I never met Susan before and now she’s becoming my daughter-in-law already?

“I proposed last weekend. And she said yes.”

“Oh, congratulations. I’m so happy for you two.” I actually meant that. But I was worried that it was rushed. I gave Susan a hug, too.

“Congratulations from me, too,” said Rachel and then hugged both youngsters.

“Thank you. I’m so happy to finally meet you. Kelly told me so much about you,” returned Susan.

I couldn’t say the same. Kelly didn’t seem to have that much time for her mothers anymore. But I intended to rectify that and to get to know Susan. So after they refreshed themselves we sat down to talk. And they talked, a lot. From how they got to know each other to how Kelly proposed and everything in between.

Finally there was a pause and I noticed that Kelly got nervous. Susan seemed to notice too and hugged her in support. Finally she started to speak again.

“Mommy, Mama, I have to tell you something. I want to stop taking my hormones.”

“Oh no! I knew it. What have we done?” All the rationalization with Rachel about how we raised Kelly didn’t matter anymore. The feeling of guilt overwhelmed me. “We should never have put you into dresses. Or put your hair in pigtails. Or allow you to get hormones. I’m so sorry that I pushed you to become a girl even though I knew you’re a boy. And now you have to live with a feminized body. And you got so confused that you make porn on the Internet.”

Kelly looked confused at me. “What the fuck?”

Chapter 3: The Aftermath

“What does my porn have to do with this?” Kelly asked after she got her composure back. “You still haven’t accepted it, have you?”

“Um, no. I just can’t understand how you can do that.”

“It’s quite simple. I – like – sex. And I’m not ashamed of it and I like my body. I might even be a bit exhibitionistic. I get turned on when I think about how men are watching me having sex. And women, too. I have quite some female fans.”

“Watch you have sex?” I blushed. “Not just nudes?”

“Yes, fucking sex. Do you think I could earn that much money with nudes only?”

“With Susan?”

“With Susan and others.”

This was just too much information. I think I fainted. The next thing I remember was Kelly leaning over me and holding a wet towel to my forehead. Rachel, my bastion of calm, looked quite pale too.

“Are you okay?” Kelly asked me.

“Yes I think so. Do you have to shock your old mother like that?”

“You asked.”

“I guess I did. I still don’t want to think about it. I’m just so worried. Are you really okay? What if somebody finds out?”

“I know what I do. Conservative people hate me anyway because I’m trans. Doesn’t matter if they hate me additionally for doing porn.” Kelly laughed. “But seriously, you raised me to be a strong woman. And I’m earning a shitload of money. I’m not dependent on what people think about me. And you always said, a girl can do whatever she wants.”

“This isn’t exactly what I meant by that, but I guess I have to accept what you do.”

“Good. Now what was this bullshit about you turning me into a girl?”

I wasn’t used to Kelly using this vulgar language. But I had more important things to discuss.

“You want to stop hormones. That means you want to return to being male. So all this was a horrible mistake. My mistake.”

“Oh Mommy. That isn’t the reason. And you didn’t turn me into a girl. I didn’t know where I fit in at first. But once I learned about Lara Croft I knew what I wanted.” Kelly hugged me.

“Your fixation about Lara Croft. That didn’t make it easier.”

“Well, perhaps for you but it helped me. Look where I am now. I have money. I have people around me who love me. I’ll be married soon. And I have fun in my life. I’m happy, mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“Yes, Susan and I want to have kids. And I can’t have kids, at least at the moment. That’s the reason I want to stop hormones.”

“Oh. But you’re on hormones for 4 years now. Won’t that have lasting effects?”

“I found a video^[4] of a trans woman who was even 5 years on hormones and she got her fertility back.”

“And how long was she off hormones?”

“8 months.”

“8 months off hormones?” asked Rachel. “Do you know what that will do with your body? You began your hormone replacement therapy early, so you never entered full puberty as a boy. If I remember correctly you’ll get a deeper voice and grow a beard if you go off hormones for such a long time. And who knows what it does to your psyche. And then it’s not guaranteed to work. Do you really want to do that?” She was always well informed and the voice of reason.

“Oh, I didn’t know that,” said Susan. “You don’t have to do that, Kelly. I’d still love you with a deep voice and a beard but, honestly, I prefer you the way you are.”

“I guess I better don’t do it then,” Kelly said dejected.

“Hey, it’s not that bad. We can always adopt or find a sperm donor,” Susan tried to cheer Kelly up. “Hmm, that reminds me, how were you born? I mean, who is your father?”

“Um, actually I don’t know. I only have my two moms. You never told me.”

“You never asked,” said Rachel. “But if you want to know, Linda is your biological mother and my brother donated his sperm. That way you have at least some of my genes in you.”

“Wow, uncle Mike is my father? That explains a lot. Do you think he’ll donate some more sperm?” My daughter smiled again.

Communication is everything.

Footnotes

1. SWERF means “Sex Worker Exclusionary Radical Feminist”. ↩

2. OnlyFans is a content subscription service, mainly used by pornographic models. ↩

3. Census data from 1990 about frequently occurring names. ↩

4. YouTube Video from a trans woman who was on female hormones for 5 years and then off hormones for 8 months and finally regained some fertility. So it is possible. 8 months off hormones must be very hard for the psyche of a trans woman though. Additionally her body probably lost quite some female fat accumulation. ↩

The Blue Dress - Part 1

by MonicaS

Copyright © 2021 Monica S.

High school wasn't nice to me. The first year I somehow managed mostly to avoid the bullies, but now in my junior year, it seems I became their target. The changes over summer break certainly didn't help. Instead of growing taller and bulking up like most boys, I had stopped growing at 5' 4" and had no muscles to speak of. Well, not doing sports certainly was a reason for the latter. I was just more of an artsy type of person. I liked to draw and had a keen interest in fashion. It led me to take a fashion and design class this year. Perhaps that was a mistake.

As soon as the bullies noticed me choosing fashion class, they called me names like gay or girly, sometimes even getting physical. There were only two boys in my fashion class, and the other one, Ralph, was flamboyantly gay. Nothing against being gay, but I wasn't, and Ralph's style wasn't mine. That was a reason we didn't connect. Somehow Ralph didn't have any trouble with the bullies, perhaps because he was taller and much more athletic. And rich. At least I knew some of the girls from art class the year before, and we got to talk sometimes, but I wasn't part of their group. I didn't fit in with any other group either after my best friend moved away, another unfortunate change over the summer. So I was mostly alone.

The worst change over the summer, though, was that I had grown breasts. Well, not real breasts, at least that's what my doctor told me. He called it gynecomastia, caused by me having a low testosterone level. They weren't big, not really noticeable under clothes. To be sure, I hid them under a bandage, especially for physical education. The low testosterone probably was also responsible for the lack of any beard. Together with my hair getting quite long, I might have been called Miss sometimes while shopping. I was about to get it cut when it all got out of hand.

One day I entered the locker room for phys ed a bit late after my fashion class.

"Hey Chrissy, could you not stop playing dress-up with the girls again?" Mark Peterson, my nemesis, asked. My name was Christopher, Chris for short, but not Chrissy.

"We aren't dressing up. We are designing and creating clothes. And it's Chris!" I replied with anger.

"Sure, Chrissy, if you say so," Mark said and laughed while his friends joined in.

Why did I even try to reply anything? He goaded me again, and I could do nothing. He was a big jock, and I was a scrawny nothing. I had to get my anger under control, though, or I wouldn't be ready in time. So I undressed quickly and didn't pay any further attention to Mark. Big mistake.

As soon as I pulled my shirt over my head, I felt somebody unfastening my bandage and yanking at it while somebody else grabbed my arms. With my arms trapped in my shirt, I couldn't do anything about it, and I got spun around until the bandage was off.

"What have we here? I always wondered what Chrissy was hiding under the bandage, but I didn't expect this. He has tits. Or is it 'she' after all?" Mark howled in laughter, soon followed by his friends.

I wished the earth would open up and swallow me. I was so ashamed. When the goon who hold my hands let go, I quickly pulled my shirt back down. But it was too late. The damage was done. My secret was out, and Mark would taunt me even more. And even more people would probably join in.

I sat down and cried. That didn't help either, of course.

"Oh, Chrissy is crying now. She really must be a girl, as boys don't cry," was one of many remarks.

Finally, the teacher came into the locker room.

"What's the matter here?" he asked while looking around, not noticing anything out of order. "Chris, why aren't you changed? Hurry up! The rest, out into the gym."

Well, at least I was left alone to finish changing.

* * *

As expected, the following days were horrible. Walking through the halls was like running the gauntlet. Everybody stared at me. A lot of name-calling and whispering. I heard some "tits," "freak," and "it."

When I had the next fashion class, some girls approached me.

"So, is it true that you're a girl now?" Anne asked. "Should we call you Chrissy, now?"

"Oh no, not you too!" Anne was the leader of the girls and sometimes quite bossy.

"Sorry, I didn't want to offend you. I saw a documentary about transgender kids, and with the talk about you, I thought you'd be one of them."

"No, I'm still a boy." I knew the general concept of transgender but didn't know much.

"But you have breasts? I thought that's what you get when you take hormones. To change sex."

"No, I don't take hormones, but I have a hormonal imbalance. It made me grow breasts. It's called gynecomastia."

"Oh. Well, that must be hard then. Anyway, it doesn't matter to us if you're a girl or a boy. We wanted to say that we'll help you if we can, right girls?"

The other girls affirmed Anne's offer for help.

"Thank you." I was glad at least some people were still nice to me.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Anne asked. "I mean, with the rumors going around."

"I don't know. Probably just wait until it quiets down. Mark Peterson and his goons probably won't stop bullying me, though."

"I heard of him. Not a nice guy. What did he do to you?"

"Always name-calling, sometimes pushing me aside. And Mark was the one who tore off my bandage so everybody could see my breasts."

"That must be bad. Did you tell anybody?"

"What good would it do? I can't prove anything. And he's a Peterson. His family is loaded. I don't want to aggravate him."

"Yeah, not easy. But you could stay close to us so Mark can't do that anymore," Anne suggested.

"Thanks. Can't harm at least. That guy seems to think I'm one of you girls anyway."

"You can be an honorary girl if you want. At least we have fashion as a common interest."

* * *

I actually took the offer to stay close to Anne and her friends. I didn't notice before, but I had each class together with at least one of them. Additionally, we sat together at lunch break, and I found out that fashion wasn't the only topic I could discuss with them.

The hubbub around me slowly died down, or I didn't notice it as much anymore, as I was walking through the floors with my new friends, chatting along. Only in the bathrooms and locker room I still felt alone and was sometimes harassed.

Mark wasn't done yet, of course. He approached me in the locker room some days later.

"So, Chrissy, did you finally become one of the girls? You always hang out with them now."

"They accept me and are nice to me. You guys are just mean to me. But then you're probably just jealous I get to hang out with girls while you can't find a girlfriend."

The girls had told me that his last girlfriend broke up with him some time ago, and his reputation scared girls off. I shouldn't have said that, though, as Mark got angry and he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall.

"You think you're better than me? I'll show you who's better."

With that, Mark punched me in the gut, and I convulsed in pain.

"Hey Mark, calm down," one of his goons said, "you know what happened last time you got angry. Besides, the teacher could come in at any time. You don't want to get caught again."

With this voice of reason, Mark released me.

"This isn't over, you little prick," he said and got back to his stuff.

After some moments, the pain lessened, and I was able to think again. I never expected such a violent reaction from Mark. Sure he pushed me into a wall before, but he never hit me. I would have to be more careful now. I was lucky that his goon was more level headed than Mark. I don't want to know what would have happened if he hadn't stopped Mark. The goon's comment meant Mark had done worse before.

I moved to the furthest corner of the locker room to change, wary of any movements Mark made. Luckily the rest of phys ed was uneventful.

At lunch, I discussed Mark's assault with the girls. The other guys in the locker room either didn't see anything or didn't care as nobody said anything. And I didn't report it immediately, so now it was too late to get teachers involved. It probably wouldn't have helped anyway. In the end, we talked about more and more ridiculous ideas about how I could avoid phys ed.

* * *

Some more days passed, including some uneventful phys ed classes. Mark was surprisingly restrained, but he always smirked strangely when our eyes crossed. It creeped me out a bit but was better than the alternative. So the situation was mostly like before my secret got out, except that I had the fashion girls as my friends now.

Perhaps this lulled me in. I still kept my distance from Mark, but I didn't pay enough attention to his goons. So one day, when I was just about to enter the locker room, they grabbed me and pulled me into a dead end. One guy had his hand over my mouth so I couldn't scream. Mark arrived shortly afterward.

"Hello Chrissy, if you behave everything will be fine," he said. "If you don't things might turn ugly. And we don't want that, do we? So will you behave?"

I was shielded from view, and nobody could help me, so I decided to cooperate and nodded my head.

"Good, because I have a present for you. Something to complete your journey to girlhood." With that, Mark pulled a blue piece of clothing out of his bag and gave it to me.

I was stupefied.

"Don't you want to put it on?" Mark asked.

"What, now?"

"Sure. Show me how much you like my gift."

I was trapped, and Mark had shown before that he had no qualms about hurting me. I unfolded the piece of clothing, and it turned out to be a simple shift dress.

"Hurry up and take your clothes off," Mark demanded.

So I did just that, removed my shoes, pants, and shirt, then pulled the dress over my head. It fit quite well as it was stretchy and reached nearly to my knees.

"Let me help you with the zipper," Mark said and proceeded to zip up the back of the dress.

"And now the final touch. Pucker up." He had a tube of bright red lipstick in his hand and applied it to my lips.

"There, finished. Now you can finally go where you belong," Mark said and pulled me towards the girls' locker room. There he opened the door, pushed me in, and closed the door.

I immediately turned around and tried to open the door again but couldn't. Accepting the futility, I turned towards the room. All the girls stopped changing and looked at me, the boy in the blue dress, invading their private space.

"Chris? What are you doing here?" asked Anne, standing in her underwear.

I was embarrassed, but I was glad that Anne was here. At least one friend.

"I ... I didn't want this. Mark pushed me in."

"What about the dress?"

"He forced me to put it on."

"Did he hurt you?"

"No, he just threatened me."

"Where are your clothes?"

"I had to take them off at the end of the hallway, in the dead end."

"Linda, you're still dressed. Can you look if they're still there?"

"Sure," Linda replied and went out to look. Mark must have left already as she had no problem opening the door. Shortly afterward, she came back, empty-handed. "Nothing's there."

"Damn. What do I do now?" I said. "I can't go into the boys' locker room like this."

"Hmm, what if we turn the tables on Mark and make you look like a girl?" Anne suggested. "You could change here with us and go to the girls' bathroom so that Mark can't get at you alone anymore."

"You mean permanently?"

"Well, as long as needed to protect you from Mark."

Could I do that? Could I pretend to be a girl for the foreseeable future? "What about the teachers? Will they allow it?"

"You could say that you're transgender. There are rules to protect trans kids in school."

"What about the other girls?"

"Let's find out. Everybody who is for helping Chris to become a girl and allowing him to change in here raise your hand."

One after the other, all the girls in the locker room raised their hands.

"There you have it. So do you want to become a girl?" asked Anne.

That was the big question. I informed myself about transgender after Anne brought it up. So I knew it was possible. I also knew that it wasn't easy and that trans kids usually had therapists and I didn't, of course. I just considered dressing like a girl. I didn't want any hormones or surgery.

I looked at the door. If I said no I'd have to go through that door, and there would be never-ending ridicule. If I said yes there would be some ridicule too, but I would be among friends. Perhaps I would even fit in more. So I said "Yes."

"Okay, then let's start. We don't have much time," Anne said. "I have a spare pair of leggings, here, try them. Does anybody have a spare shirt? And a sports bra? What is your shoe size?" Anne was in her element, quickly organizing my transformation.

In no time at all, I was decked out in female athletic gear. The borrowed sports bra even gave me quite a female shape.

"Now for your face. You have fair skin, no foundation necessary. The lipstick is badly applied, though. Let me redo that," Anne said and wiped the lipstick off, followed by applying a new coat. "There, this light pink shade looks better one you. Now some mascara, eyeliner, and eyeshadow." She continued to apply makeup. "There, finished."

There was a knock on the door towards the gym. "Time's up. Get out here," barked the teacher.

The girls were all watching Anne transforming me into a girl. So nobody went out into the gym yet.

"I have to get your hair styled quickly," Anne announced and proceeded to brush my quite long hair mostly to one side and attached a barrette to keep it out of my eyes. "Okay, this has to do. Get up. We'll go into the gym together."

This was the moment of truth. How would the teacher react? And the boys?

Contrary to my expectations, nothing happened at first. It seems I didn't stand out in the group of girls entering the gym. The teacher only noticed when he put us into groups and had to place me.

"Christopher? Why are you wearing makeup? And girls' clothes?"

I had thought about how to answer that question for the last minutes, so I was prepared. "I'm transgender, and I have decided to live as a girl. Please call me Chris from now on."

The gym teacher was momentarily speechless but then said "Okay ... Chris ... I didn't get notified. Wait, you changed with the girls?"

"That's okay," Anne came to my rescue. "We all support Chris, and she can change with us, no problem."

"Well, okay, but no shenanigans." Then he continued to put us into groups as if nothing happened.

All the boys had their eyes on me then, of course. It's not often that somebody suddenly changes their apparent sex. But then the story about my breasts wasn't that long ago. They talked among themselves, but I couldn't understand anything. When I looked at Mark, he seemed stunned. I guess this wasn't what he expected from his prank as he would probably call his act of forcing me into a dress.

The teacher kept us busy, so there wasn't much chance for the boys to talk to me. I was sure I'd get the comments soon enough, though. Well, I went through that before.

Eventually, the class ended, and we returned to the locker room. There I looked into a mirror and saw myself as a girl for the first time. And I did see a girl. The makeup and different hairstyle transformed my not-so-masculine face enough that I couldn't detect a boy in the mirror. Together with the clothes, there was no doubt I was a girl. Well, except for my crotch area. I had a little bulge there. I'd have to pay more attention to that.

It was time to change back to street clothes again. I only had the blue dress for that. As it was a bit cold and to hide my leg hair, one of the girls gave me nude pantyhose. For shoes, I put the borrowed trainers back on. Anne quickly repaired my makeup, and I was ready to go.

I was still missing my male clothes, especially what I had in my pants' pockets. Luckily I had "find my device" configured, and we could make my phone beep. Anne went with me for the hunt, and we heard a faint beeping from the boys' locker room. I chanced to open the door and was lucky that the room was empty. I found my clothes in a wastebasket, drenched in water. I retrieved my phone, keys, and wallet and then noticed I had no pockets in my dress. I could only hold them in my hand for now. We tried to remove as much water as we could from my clothes, and I decided to put everything into my locker for now.

We were just about to leave the locker room when some boys entered.

"Hey, wrong room, girls."

"Oops, sorry," I replied, and we were gone. I guess I passed as a girl.

I rushed to my locker, but in the end, I wasn't ready in time for the next class.

"Chris, you're late," the teacher stated the obvious.

"Sorry, Ms. Jones. My clothes got wet, and I had to change."

"I see you changed. Nice dress, by the way. Is it 'she' now"?

"Umm, yes."

"Okay, sit down."

That went better than expected. But then Ms. Jones is young and progressive. My appearance caused some talk among the students, but Ms. Jones quickly quieted it down.

After the bell rang for lunch break, I couldn't avoid the comments and questions any longer. I decided to continue with my "I'm transgender and have decided to live as a girl" and didn't mention Mark's role in this. Most girls and some guys were surprisingly supportive. Some even claimed to see it coming with me always being more feminine. I didn't understand how, as I'd never thought in that direction before. I even got asked if I had the sex-change surgery already. I told them that I was just starting to transition and that things took time. Fortunately, the bullies and haters stayed in the background for now.

When I reached the fashion girls at lunch, Anne had been busy organizing my future as a girl already.

"Hi Chris, as you'll live as a girl now, you need new clothes, makeup, and other stuff, of course. I don't have time today, but Susan offered to go shopping with you. She's a shopping wizard. Nobody can shop as fast as her. I made a list of what you need for the next few days. We can go for more at the weekend. With bras, get some a cup size larger than you need. I have some breast enhancers I don't need anymore. I'll give you them tomorrow. After you're finished shopping go to Paula. She'll show you how to use makeup and style your hair. She's very good at it. She'll also put the hair extensions in I put on the list. You look okay with your short hair, but you'd look much better with longer hair, don't you agree?"

"Umm, yes." This was a bit much, but I was confident Anne knew what she did. I didn't think about how expensive the decision to live as a girl could get. My family wasn't rich. My mother was a single parent and I was her only child. No big sister's closet I could raid. Luckily I had worked over summer break and had saved most of the money. I thought about getting a car, but that had to wait now, it seems. With what I learned in fashion class, I could make or change some clothes myself. Perhaps I could save some money that way.

After lunch, I had to use the bathroom. It turned out to be a non-issue. Susan went with me, and the other girls in the bathroom didn't say anything. I sat to pee, of course.

I met Mark on the way to my next class.

"So Chrissy, you're transgender now?" he said and frowned.

"You are the one who said I'm a girl. You should be happy. You got what you wanted; I'm wearing your dress. Thanks for the gift, by the way. It's a nice dress. How did you know my size?"

He didn't answer. He couldn't vex me anymore by calling me a girl, now that I adopted the role. And he didn't have a new spiel, yet. He turned and went away.

1:0 for team Chris.

The next classes went okay too. I said I'm transgender, and the teachers accepted it somehow. The grapevine was fast, and quite some students had heard about it already, so I only had to answer a few questions during the breaks.

* * *

As planned, Susan took me shopping after school. We hit Target first and looked for a purse, so I didn't need Susan to carry my wallet, keys, and phone for me. I actually got two, one cute small one with only enough room for the essentials and a bigger one that was more practical, as Susan told me. After that, we got quite some makeup and related stuff. I didn't know there are so many different products you need just for your face. Next was some underwear, only basic bras, panties, socks, and pantyhose for now. Target isn't known for high fashion, after all. I was a bit nervous trying them on, but Susan assured me I looked perfectly normal and wouldn't have any problem at the changing cubicles. I was glad I did try them on, though, as the first set was too small. Then I got some athletic gear, leggings, shirts, sports bras, and trainers, which I also had to try on. That took quite some time. I hoped it would become faster once I knew my sizes. We looked for skirts and tops, too, but didn't like the selection. At the shoe section, a blue pair of heels got my attention because the color matched my dress perfectly. They were pumps with an ankle strap and 4" stiletto heels. I had to get them. I also got some more practical black pumps, black ballerina flats, and sneakers. Only a girl for one day and I already got more shoes than I ever had before as a guy.

After Target we went to H&M, where we found some cute skirts and tops. I decided to try my old boy jeans as a girl before getting new pants. I also thought about some lingerie, but it was getting late already. Finally, we had to get hair extensions, for which we went to a specialty store. We were lucky to find real-hair extensions in my color on sale. They still were the most expensive single item in my shopping spree. Altogether I spent several hundred dollars. I was committed to living as a girl. Otherwise, all that money would have been a waste.

Susan then drove me to Paula, where I unloaded my many shopping bags. I thanked Susan profusely. I wouldn't have been able to get all the stuff on my own, especially not in such a short time. She really was a wizard.

At Paula's, I put on my new blue heels so I could get used to them. Paula gave me some valuable tips for walking in them, but I'd need some practice. At least I didn't break my ankles. Paula then started to install the hair extensions and we got to talk.

"I never got the whole story with your sudden change. Anne just said Mark forced you into a dress, and you decided to be a girl now. So are you transgender? You denied it some weeks ago."

"I'm still a guy inside all of this. With this dress on, I had two choices. Either get laughed at as a boy in a dress, or embrace being girly and go the whole route. As you know, I'm not a manly man and my interests are more on the feminine side. Being a girly boy isn't accepted. With the support shown by you girls, it'll be much easier to live as a girl."

"So you're only pretending to be a girl? Can you follow through with it? Being a girl isn't all fun and games."

"I guess I have to see how things develop. For now, dressing as a girl and being seen as a girl feels good."

"Are you sure this is the right thing? It's a big change and will have consequences. Being transgender isn't accepted everywhere, let alone pretending to be a girl. You probably damage your reputation permanently."

"What reputation? Mark made me a laughingstock again and again. After lunch today, he couldn't do that for the first time. I don't take this as a joke. I'll be the best girl I can be. Perhaps that makes me transgender after all?"

"Well, it's your life. If you ever want to be a boy again, don't be afraid to ask for help. I will support you anyway."

"Oh, thank you. That means a lot to me."

Once Paula was finished with the extensions, I looked at myself in the mirror. Anne was right. I looked a lot better and very natural.

"I didn't expect the extensions to blend in this seamlessly," I said.

"You got good quality."

"Thank you for doing this. I wouldn't have been able to do it alone."

"No worries. That's what friends are for. Now I'll teach you some basic makeup techniques. I'll do one side of your face and you'll do the other."

So with a lot of try and error, I learned about concealer, foundation, setting powder, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick and lipgloss, brushes, sponges and, not to forget, makeup remover and facial skincare. Like Paula said, just the basics. It was getting really late, but I was happy with the result.

Now I had to go home and face my mother.

* * *

To be continued

The Blue Dress - Part 2

by MonicaS

Copyright © 2021 Monica S.

After Chris got bullied for being girly and finally was forced to wear a dress at school, he decided to live as a girl. With support from friends, he got transformed into a passable girl, bought essentials, and learned the first lessons for girlhood. Then it was time to go home and face his mother.

* * *

Paula offered to drive me home after the makeup session. I gladly accepted it. Carrying my shopping bags home alone at night in a dress wasn't high on my list of things to do.

"Do you want me to come in with you?" Paula asked when we arrived at my home.

"No, thank you, but I have to do this on my own."

"Well, I wish you luck with your Mom." Paula hugged me.

I took my bags and entered my home. I had called my mother and told her that I'd be late, hanging out with friends but didn't mention anything else. There was no hiding now as the entrance opened into the living room and Mom was watching TV. She turned to me and looked confused.

"Christopher? Is that you?" she asked when she finally recognized me.

"Hi Mom, I guess we have to talk."

"Indeed. I'm curious how you'll explain this."

"Please don't get mad, but ..."

"Don't you want to put your bags down and sit on the sofa?" Mom interrupted me. "I'm sure you don't want to tell your story standing there."

"Umm, sure." I sat next to her. "Well, I guess I should have told you before, but I was too ashamed."

"That you've always been a girl? I should have known. You never got into boy stuff. Always art and fashion."

"What? No!" Perhaps I should have said yes. It would've made things easier, maybe, especially as Mom looked confused again. But I couldn't lie to her about something as important as this.

"What then?"

"I get bullied at school. It started this school year and got worse with time."

"Oh no. Why didn't you tell me? We have to call the school to stop it. They have to protect you."

"Mum, no! It's not so easy. The bullies aren't stupid. They only do stuff when there's no witness or when they can call it a joke. If I'd rat them out, it would be my word against theirs and their friends'. And they'd retaliate. The teachers can't always protect me."

"That isn't right."

"I know, but it is as it is. Anyway, the worst of the bullies is Mark Peterson. He always called me girly and stuff. Sometimes he pushed me. That stopped mostly when the girls from fashion class decided to stay with me between classes to protect me."

"Ah, you've found some new friends at school. That's good. You're always alone at home since your best friend moved away - until today. I was so happy for you when you said you hang out with friends. And then this happens."

"Mom, you digress. That's not important now."

"Oh, sorry."

"Anyway, protecting me worked mostly except for the bathroom and the locker room. There the girls couldn't stay with me, of course. I tried to stay away from Mark, but today I didn't pay enough attention, and he forced me to wear this dress."

"What? How could he do that?"

"Mark has a lot of friends, and they grabbed me when nobody was around. He must have planned it as he had this dress with him and gave it to me to wear."

"And you just put it on?"

"What would you do if you're alone with six guys around you, ready to punch you? There was nobody who could help me. No witness"

"Oh."

"Yeah. So I put the dress on, and then Mark pushed me into the girl's locker room. Then Anne suggested I'd dress as a girl and ..."

"What? Who is this Anne? And why does everybody want you to dress as a girl?"

"Mom! Anne is a friend from fashion class. And she suggested it so they could stay with me always. I thought it was better to dress completely as a girl than to go into the boys' locker room as a boy in a dress. So I borrowed some athletic gear from the girls. Anne put some makeup on me, and I told the teacher I'm transgender."

"You told him what?"

"That I'm transgender. That means that a boy wants to be a girl or vice versa."

"I know what transgender means. So you decided on the spur of a moment that you want to live as a girl?"

"Umm, yes."

"And you told people that you're transgender?"

"Yes."

"Are you really transgender? I mean, do you feel that you're a girl? Or is this only so you don't get bullied?"

"So I don't get bullied," I answered meekly.

"Oh, Chris. This is serious business. You can't tell people you're transgender when you're not."

"Anne suggested it because then the teachers would have to let me dress as a girl."

"Do you do everything that this Anne says?"

"Umm ..." I better don't tell Mom about Anne's shopping list.

"Well, we can't change that anymore. Where do we go from here?"

"I live as a girl. I bought some clothes and makeup already, and Paula taught me how to use makeup. At the weekend, we'll shop some more."

"Just like that?"

"Umm, yes?"

"Oh, Chris, you're still so innocent. Being a girl isn't only clothes and makeup. There are a lot of expectations from society. And the bullies won't stop just because you wear girl clothes."

"I know, but at least I will be among friends. Today went much better than I expected."

"You seem determined. Are you really sure you want to do this? You could still say it was a mistake or a prank."

"Yes, I'm sure."

"How long do you want to live as a girl?"

"Umm, until the end of high school? I can't change back with Mark Peterson still around."

"And then you'll just be a boy again? After living as a girl for two years?"

"I don't know. Probably. But perhaps I like being a girl?"

"Hmm, what if your body finally develops more masculine? I mean, I can see you can pull it off now. You are beautiful and look all girl."

I blushed. As a boy, I wasn't used to compliments like that, especially from my mother.

"I don't know how you managed it," Mom continued. "At breakfast, you were still my little boy. And now I see a young woman in front of me, with long hair and all. Is that a wig? It looks very natural."

"No, I got extensions."

"Oh, a more long-term solution. You don't do things half-way, huh? Well, you have to shave your legs. I can detect some hair there."

"Mom! When should I have done that?"

"Okay, you're right. You can use one of my disposable shavers later. Ah, I got sidetracked again. Your body is still soft, but sooner or later, your testosterone will kick in. Then you'll become more angular, more masculine. You'll grow a beard. What will you do then?"

"I don't know. Real transgender can do it too. Take hormones?"

"Hormones have permanent effects. There might be no going back then."

"Mom, I don't know yet. That's still far away."

"You're right. Let's concentrate on the now. I'll look up the rules regarding transgender at school."

Mom picked up her phone and used it for some minutes.

"There, I have it... You're lucky we live in a liberal state. Apparently, you can just say you identify as a girl, and they have to allow you to go to school as one, female bathroom and locker room included. I didn't expect that. I think I'll write a letter to the administration to make things clear. What do you want to be called? 'Christopher' doesn't fit anymore, does it?"

"Umm, just 'Chris'? That can be a girls' name too, can't it?"

"Hmm, what about 'Christine'? It could be shortened to 'Chris.' Or 'Chrissy'?"

"Not 'Chrissy'! Mark calls me that always."

"Well, you can decide."

"I think 'Christine' sounds good as an official name, but 'Chris' for short?"

"Okay, I'll write the letter while you, young lady, should consider getting ready for bed. You'll take much longer in the evening and morning now with makeup and everything. And you have to shave your legs. And put your hair into a ponytail if you don't want to spend hours brushing it tomorrow. Do you know how to care for your hair with extensions?"

"Yes, they came with a pamphlet. And I got a special brush."

Then Mom gave me a big hug. "You know, I'm worried about you. This is all so sudden. But what counts is that you're happy. I love you."

"I love you too."

I was a good girl, said goodnight, and did what Mom told me. Additionally, I prepared an outfit for the next day and put the rest of my new clothes away before going to bed. Somehow, wearing my male pajamas felt strange after spending the whole day as a girl.

* * *

The next morning, I got up an hour earlier than usual to be sure I had enough time. Even though I struggled a bit with my makeup, I had half an hour to spare and used it to prepare a nice breakfast for Mom and me. As usual, we had breakfast together before Mom went to work and I to school. Today she offered to drive me to school so I could drop off her letter before classes. Usually, I walked to school as it was less than a mile.

So I exited Mom's car in front of the school a bit early. Some students were there already, but none of my friends. I was a bit nervous. The previous day I was put on the spot and went with the flow. I hadn't much choice. But now I was dressed as a girl of my own free will.

I had chosen a red plaid skater skirt, a grey shirt, dark pantyhose, and the black pumps I bought the day before. I completed that with my old black leather jacket, the smaller new purse, and a pair of sunglasses. I wanted to appear strong, so I decided not to hide behind the sunglasses and just held them in my hand, put on a smile, and went into the lion's den.

Everything went fine at first. Some people stared or whispered, but I was used to worse. Then I had to pass Mark of all people. At least I wasn't alone in the hallway, and he hadn't noticed me yet.

"There comes the new girl," a guy next to him said.

Mark turned just as I was passing and said, "Wow, what a hottie."

I walked on and hoped he wouldn't notice who I was.

"Mark, that's Chrissy." Well, no such luck.

"What? No way."

Then he ran towards me and grabbed my arm, so I had to stop.

I turned to him and casually said, "Would you please let go of my arm?"

His eyes got big when he recognized me. He looked me up and down, and his crotch was bulging. Then he noticed others watching us and finally let go.

"Thank you," I said and continued on my way. I played it cool, but my heart was racing. Who would have thought that Mark has the hots for me?

2:0 for team Chris.

* * *

I dropped Mom's letter off at the school administration and soon after met my friends. They complimented me on my outfit, hair, and makeup. I blushed again, still not used to compliments.

Anne gave me her breast enhancers, and I made a quick trip to the bathroom to put them in my bra. I looked at my profile in the mirror and liked what I saw.

In my first two classes, I had to explain that I'm transgender again. I got some more comments and questions, but nothing too bad.

At the second break, I had to use the bathroom and met Karen Harris, the cheerleading captain, at the sinks.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. "This is the girls' bathroom."

"Don't I look like a girl?"

"Wearing girls' clothes doesn't make you a girl. I know what you're hiding under your skirt."

"Do you want me to use the boys' bathroom dressed like this?"

"No, I want you to wear boys' clothes. This is unnatural."

"Did you ever hear about transgender?"

"I don't buy into leftist propaganda."

"Well, it's the law. I have the same right to be here as you."

"We'll have to see about that."

"Sorry, I have to do my business now. Have a nice day," I said and entered a stall.

Fortunately, Karen then left.

It seems not all girls are on my side, I thought.

* * *

The teachers of the following classes already knew about my gender change. Perhaps because of Mom's letter.

At lunch, Paula asked me about my Mom's reaction.

"Well, I'm still a girl. Doesn't that say everything?"

"So, she's okay with it?"

"She has her reservations, but she supports me. She even wrote a letter for the school administration that I'm transgender."

"Did you tell her the real reason?" Paula whispered.

"Yes. Mom didn't like it but accepted it in the end."

"You're extremely lucky with your Mom. I don't know what my Mom would do if my brother suddenly started to wear girls' clothes. Certainly not say, 'Okay, go to school as a girl tomorrow.'"

"Yeah, you're right. But I was always close to Mom. We only have each other."

"Well, that means we can plan for the weekend," Anne announced. "There is so much to do."

I don't want to bore you with all the details. Basically, the plan was shopping on Saturday, then sleepover at Anne's, and more shopping on Sunday. As it was Friday already, some of the girls had other plans, but Anne, Paula, and Susan had time for shopping, and more would join for the sleepover.

I'm barely a girl for a day and already invited to a sleepover.

After lunch, I met Karen again, and she stopped me.

"It seems I can't stop so-called 'transgender' from using the girls' bathroom after all," she conceded with a frown. "But I've asked around. Something is fishy about you. I know you were still dressed as a boy yesterday morning. Then Mark Peterson gave you a dress, and suddenly you're pretending to be a girl. So is Mark your boyfriend? Are you secretly gay lovers? Is this is all a cover for that?"

I had to laugh out loud. "This is what the rumor mill created? Mark Petersen bullied me for weeks. He's certainly not my boyfriend." But she's awfully close to the truth.

"Still, you don't suddenly become a girl."

"No, but sometimes sudden events make you realize that you are one or make you do something about it."

"This just isn't right. And I'll get to the bottom of it."

Karen scrunched her nose and left.

"What is her problem?" Susan asked. She stood next to me the whole time.

"I don't know. I met Karen in the bathroom this morning, and she didn't want me there, doesn't like transgender."

The rest of the day was less eventful. After I walked home, I was glad to remove my pumps, though. A mile in heels takes some toll.

At home, I tried on my old jeans. They were okay for a boy, but I didn't like them on me as a girl. They were too wide. I cut the legs of one pair and created a new hem to make shorts. It was perhaps a bit rough, but I liked the look. I looked through my other old clothing to see if I could wear them as a girl. I found a few pieces, but I'd have to get a lot of new stuff. To make room for that, I packed all unsuitable clothes into boxes and put them away.

I looked forward to shopping and a sleepover with my friends the next day.

* * *

To be continued

The Blue Dress - Part 3

by MonicaS

Copyright © 2021 Monica S.

After Chris got bullied for being girly and finally was forced to wear a dress at school, he decided to live as a girl. With support from friends, he got transformed into a passable girl, bought essentials, and learned the first lessons for girlhood. He had a long talk with his mother and went to school as a girl again the next day. For the weekend, Chris planed more shopping and a sleepover with his friends.

* * *

On Saturday morning, I dressed in my self-made shorts, combined with a black top, pantyhose with an overknee look, and the ballerina flats. I expected a lot of walking while shopping, so no heels this time. I wanted to look good as a girl, and I always liked how girls in heels look, but I guess sometimes comfort trumps beauty. At least the flats were quite cute with a red stripe on top. Altogether I liked my outfit.

I packed a duffle bag with all my makeup, some spare clothes, and toiletries for the sleepover. I had to buy new sleepwear, though, as my boy pajamas just weren't suitable. I was so excited that I couldn't wait until Anne arrived to pick me up. I put on my leather jacket and took my bag and purse to wait outside for her.

Susan and Paula were already in the car when Anne arrived. Because I didn't have that much money and needed tons of clothes, Anne decided to look through thrift shops first. The girls knew where to go, and it didn't take long to arrive at our first destination.

Most of the clothes in the stores were unfashionable or stuffy and didn't appeal to me. Or they were outright crazy. We had some fun with the crazy stuff, though. The girls took some of the outlandish clothes from the racks, held them to their bodies, and acted like excentric divas. You just had to laugh at their antics.

When we were more serious, I found some gems, for example, a cute yellow jacket, a shiny black dress, and beautiful black ankle boots. And there was the standard but okay stuff like jeans, sleepwear, some tops, sneakers, and heels. They had a lot of underwear too, but who buys used underwear?

In one jewelry section, I found some necklaces and bracelets. I picked up a beautiful pair of earrings but didn't have pierced ears. I hadn't paid attention to it before, but all girls wore earrings. Anne and Paula even had a nose piercing.

"Does it hurt to get your ears and nose pierced?" I asked.

"It stings for a second or two, but then the pain is mostly gone, just like a needle shot," Paula answered. "Are you gonna get pierced? I think you'd look cute with them."

"Where do I get pierced?"

"Some stores have piercing guns, but it's better to go to a professional piercer, especially if you get your nose pierced. I can give you the contact info for where I went. You'll need permission from your Mom, though."

"Oh, I wonder if she'll allow it."

"She allows you to be a girl, so what is a piercing compared to that? And most girls have piercings, so why not?"

"Yeah, you're right. I like these. I'll buy them. And these. And these..."

"Remember, you only have two ears and no holes yet," Paula interrupted before I went overboard.

In the end, I paid well over a hundred dollars, but I got many items. I'd probably be broke if I'd got everything new. The girls found some stuff too but spent much less.

We were a bit worn and decided on a lunch break at a cafe. After resting a bit, we continued shopping with new vigor.

I didn't have any lingerie yet, just some basic underwear. The girls decided I had to remedy that. Susan knew just the right store with affordable lingerie, so we went there.

I felt like a kid in a candy store. I had never been in such a feminine domain. There were mannequins with beautiful lingerie sets all over the place. It was good I wore tight underwear as I got a bit aroused. I had looked at women in lingerie on the internet. What boy didn't? But I never saw it this close in real life. I always avoided the lingerie section when I went shopping with my Mom. I didn't want to be considered a pervert. Now I could look as much as I wanted.

It hit me that I would be the one wearing these alluring items soon, to look sexy for others. But who would see me in them? No boyfriend for sure, as I still liked girls. And girls would only see me in underwear in the locker room, and I'd rather not wear lingerie there. And perhaps in the changing booth while shopping, but that didn't count.

"Who do you wear this for?" I asked the girls. "I mean, do you all have boyfriends?"

"I don't wear lingerie for my boyfriend," Anne replied. "I wear it for me, to feel sexy. Even if nobody sees it."

"Ah, okay." I liked that idea. I could be sexy for myself. "But what should I get?"

"I like a full set of bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings," Anne replied.

"Garter belts are too fiddly," Paula countered. "So just bras and panties for me."

"I like bodysuits," Susan added.

"That is about everything they have," I said. "It doesn't make selecting easier."

"Just look around to see what you like," Anne said.

"Look through everything?"

The girls laughed.

"Okay, I'll try a set with a garter belt."

"Hmm, you are limited, after all. As you use the breast enhancers, you need something that hides them. So no see-through or low cut bra."

"Oh, yes. I guess I'll start looking for that. Most bras here are more or less see-through."

So I went on a hunt for bras. With the help of my friends, I found some suitable ones that I liked. I proceeded to try them on in a changing booth but couldn't make it work.

"Damn, it just doesn't look right," I ranted.

"I'll help you," Anne announced and entered the booth. "Here, let me push this up and the enhancer a bit more down. Yes, that works. Now the other side."

I was quite flustered as Anne manipulated my breasts unashamedly. I felt my personal space invaded with her doing that without asking, but I didn't do anything about it.

"There. The bra looks beautiful on you. Do you want me to help with the others too?"

"Umm, no. I think I can manage." The cubicle was small, and standing that close to Anne made me uncomfortable.

When she left, I looked at myself in the mirror. Even if her methods were questionable, the result was astonishing. I had massive cleavage. I liked how sexy I looked. I examined what Anne had done to be able to replicate it.

In the end, I selected four bras that worked well, colored black, blue, white, and red. I found matching panties and garter belts for each of them and added stockings in different colors. Then I summed the prices up.

"Oh no, they cost too much. I should buy at most two sets."

"That would be a shame," Anne said. "All sets look so good and work for you. And you'll need different color options. You know, I'll buy one set for you as a gift."

"I'll pay for one set too," Susan declared.

"Me too," Paula added.

"Oh no, I can't accept that," I replied. "You've done so much for me already. You can't pay for my clothes now."

"Oh yes, shopping with you is fun," Anne responded. "It's like watching a fledgling spread its wing for the first time. Think of it as a belated birthday present."

"My birthday was in May."

"So what? Do you have a robe yet?" Anne asked, changing the topic.

"Umm, no."

I added a robe to my items, and then we paid. I thanked each girl again with a big hug.

The next goal was getting some more makeup for me. I thought I had plenty already, but Paula said I lacked evening makeup. I ended up with an enormous eyeshadow palette, false eyelashes, and a lot of sparkling stuff.

Finished with shopping for the day, it was finally sleepover time.

* * *

When we arrived at Anne's home, I discovered that she lived in a mansion. Her family had to be rich.

We went upstairs into Anne's room, which was a lot bigger than mine, certainly big enough for six to find a space to sit. Anne had prepared as there were glasses and snacks already, and she brought cold drinks now.

"Do you have sleepovers often?" I asked.

"I didn't have one for some time," Anne responded. "I used to do it a lot as kids. As you couldn't go to a sleepover before, I decided to let you experienced it now."

"You only do this sleepover for me?"

"Nah, it was time for one anyway. We'll all have fun."

Shortly after, Jamie and Becky joined us, and we were complete. I secretly had a crush on Jamie. She had these killer legs, deep blue eyes, and was always nice to me.

"Let's get glammed up," Anne proposed. "Did everybody bring a dress?"

Everybody confirmed. I had the blue dress from my first day as a girl and the black dress I bought that day.

"So let's get changed. Chris, you could wear your new sexy lingerie with your little black dress."

"Hmm, okay, where can I change?"

"We usually just change here in the room. We're all girls, after all."

I hesitated. I had changed with the girls in the locker room, but there everybody had casual underwear. I wasn't so sure now because of my lingerie. I'd have to adjust some not-so-female parts.

"Are you getting shy now? Well, you can change in the bathroom behind that door if you want."

I took Anne's offer and went into the bathroom. It was bigger than our main bathroom with a large bathtub and everything.

I decided on the red set with black stockings. It took some time to change into it. As I didn't trust the dainty red panties to hold my pecker securely, I kept my tight white panties on underneath. I was extra careful with the stockings and then had some trouble fastening them to the garter belt. I adjusted the breast enhancer to make it invisible and give me cleavage again. Then I slipped into the shiny black dress. I was happy to be flexible enough to close the zipper in the back. Finally, I put on the new high heeled ankle boots and added some jewelry. I made sure the stocking tops didn't show when I sat down. I wanted to be sexy, not slutty. When I returned to Anne's room, all the girls had changed into classy dresses.

"Took you long enough. We were about to send a search party," Anne said and laughed.

"I guess I'm not an expert in changing clothes yet," I said with a frown.

"Leave her alone, Anne," Paula defended me. "She's a girl for what, two days now? Chris, I'm proud of you. I still remember how I first dressed in lingerie. I managed to punch a hole into the brand new stockings with a garter tab. Still don't like them." That was the first time somebody spoke up against Anne.

"Thank you. I think I managed not to damage my stockings."

"And I nearly dislocated my shoulders trying to get a bra on until I discovered the trick with closing them in the front and then rotating them."

"Oh, there is a trick? I just close them in the back. It's not that hard."

"So much for not being a changing expert."

Then we laughed all together.

We proceeded to put on heavy makeup, suitable for an evening out. Paula gave me tips and helped me with the fake eyelashes. I used an eyebrow pencil and blusher for the first time. I kept with brown eyeshadow, though, while some girls used very bright colors. As the last step, we all painted each others' nails.

We then took photos, in groups, and one at a time. I tried to strike sexy poses. I wonder if I succeeded.

So there we were, all dressed up and nowhere to go. Well, we could party on our own. Anne played some music, and we started to dance and sing along. I danced with Jamie too. She had even longer legs in heels and a short minidress. Usually, she dressed a bit more conservative, but now she showed an enormous amount of cleavage. I had to think pure thoughts to avoid getting uncomfortable. We had a lot of fun, but eventually, we wound down again and had some pizza.

"Let's play truth or dare," Anne suggested after the meal. Well, one of the typical Anne-suggestions that everybody follows. She got a bottle and paper snippets with dares and questions. She put the snippets into two cups, so we could draw one when it was our turn.

Anne spun the bottle, and it stopped pointing to Jamie.

"Truth or dare?" asked Anne.

"Truth," Jamie replied.

Anne pulled a question out of the cup and read, "Who did you kiss first, family excluded?"

That would have been easy for me because I never kissed anybody except Mom.

"Oh, that was Mark Peterson," Jamie answered. "What a mistake. He then wanted to have sex with me. And when I said no, he called me a tease and dumped me."

"You're better off that way. Just think of Olivia," Anne replied.

"What is with Olivia?" I asked.

"She was his girlfriend. And when she wanted to break up, he hit her so bad that she had to go to the hospital."

"Oh, I didn't know."

"Uhh, it's a secret. Officially it didn't happen. Olivia got some money for keeping quiet. Unfortunately, that meant that Melanie went through something similar, as she didn't know. Well, at least everybody knows from Melanie now."

"That didn't help me though."

"Yeah, sorry. But it brought us together. Sometimes something good comes from something bad."

"Yes. Life is much more fun now. Thanks to you all."

Then Jamie spun the bottle, and Becky chose dare. Jamie's draw was, "Eat a bite of a banana peel."

That was easy, in my opinion. So when the bottle picked me, I chose dare too.

"Remove your outer clothes until the end of the game."

I blushed. I shouldn't have listened to Anne and put on my lingerie. I agreed to the game, though. So I had to follow through. I wondered what a tough girl like Anne would do. Perhaps a striptease? I got up and struck a pose, then opened the zip and slowly removed my dress while trying to move seductively. I ended with posing in my lingerie.

The girls seemed to like it as they cheered the whole time and gave applause at the end.

"Wow, you look great," Jamie said. "Are you sure you were a boy two days ago? I can only see a girl."

"Thanks." I blushed again. She seemed to like how I look. Could there be something more between us?

I sat down, and we continued. I had some more questions to answer and dares to perform, but nothing too embarrassing. Then the bottle pointed to me again. I chose truth this time.

"Who is your secret crush?"

No, that can't happen. Is fate playing a cruel joke on me?

I looked at Jamie but couldn't keep eye contact. So I looked down again and barely audibly said, "Jamie."

"Oh, I had no idea," Jamie said. "I'm sorry, Chris. I really like you, but not that way. You are a girl to me, and I'm attracted to guys. I'm sure you'll find somebody, though. You're a lovely person."

I was devasted and replied, "I may seem to be a girl to you, but I'm still a boy in here. And being close to you girls isn't always easy. Anne, when you helped me shop for bras, do you know how you made me feel? When you touched me in the cubicle, I felt quite uncomfortable."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Anne said. "I didn't mean anything by it. I just thought of you as a girl."

"That's the problem," I continued. "I'm still attracted to girls, and you're all so beautiful. I'm sitting here in my sexy underwear and have a hard time not to get aroused. I somehow had hoped a girl could like me like this enough to become my girlfriend. But Jamie, you made it clear that won't happen. You love boys, and I'm not boy enough anymore. I'll probably stay alone forever."

"Hey, cheer up," Jamie responded. "I know somebody who'd probably like to date you. Lizzie the lesbian."

"Lizzie the lesbian? Isn't that cruel to call her that?" I asked.

"She introduces herself that way, probably to clear the fronts. Anyway, she broke up with her girlfriend recently because her girlfriend identifies as male now. And she isn't attracted to him anymore."

"But I'm male too."

"Did you look into a mirror recently? You're certainly more girl than Lizzie's girlfriend ever was. What's the harm in trying? Do you want me to ask her?"

I knew Lizzie was a lesbian but hardly ever talked to her. She was cute with short hair but not in a butch way, and she wore makeup too. I never saw her in a skirt, though.

"If you really think she could like me, okay."

"I'll ask her. Meanwhile, why don't you put a robe on or something? I don't want you too uncomfortable. And I think that's in line with your dare."

So I got my new robe. When I put it on, it was more seethrough than expected. It covered me somewhat, at least.

"I don't know if it helps," Jamie continued, "but I guess Lizzie would feel the same as you in this situation. So you're in the same boat, and she can perhaps give you some tips. Are you okay now, or do you want to stop playing?"

"I'm okay," I said and spun the bottle.

Some turns later, the bottle pointed at Becky, and she got "Kiss the person to the left of you." That happened to be me.

"Chris, you don't have to kiss," Anne said. "I'll fill in for you."

"No, I'll do it," I said. "I mean, if it's okay for you, Becky."

"Sure, I've kissed a girl before," Becky replied and winked at me.

She proceeded to lean towards me. I expected a little smack on the lips, but Becky gave me a real kiss. It started tenderly but progressed more and more, and our tongues got involved. Finally, it ended, and I was stupefied. It was my first real kiss, and I liked it.

"Yes, you kiss like a girl," Becky announced.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"The boys I kissed were much more aggressive. You were just like the girls I experimented with."

Am I too much of a girl? Perhaps I should just stop thinking of myself as a boy and fully embrace being a girl.

The game continued a bit further but eventually ended, and we prepared for the night. We put some mattresses on the floor and got blankets for everybody. Then we changed into sleepwear. I chose to use the bathroom again. I selected a light pink silk pajama from my haul earlier the day.

When I was about ready, Anne knocked on the door and asked, "Are you decent? We all need the sink to remove our makeup and brush our teeth."

"Umm, now yes."

The girls came in with very different sleepwear choices, from onesies over pajamas to flimsy nightgowns. It got quite busy at the sink, and with Anne's nightgown not hiding much, I decided to wait my turn.

Once everybody was ready, we proceeded to lay down on our makeshift beds. The day wasn't over, though, as we still had a lot to talk about. That included boys and sex. I never thought girls would talk dirty like this. I was quite jealous of some of their experiences, but not everything went well for them either. I hoped for Lizzie to agree on a date and perhaps more in the future. I fell asleep smiling.

* * *

The next morning we had breakfast in the kitchen, still in our sleepwear. I met Anne's mother there.

"So you're Chris, who Anne talks about a lot recently," she said. "I think you're very brave. It must be hard to be born in the wrong body and then to transition."

"Umm, the girls here help me a lot." So Anne told her the transgender version of my story.

"Well, if I didn't know, I'd never guess that you were born a boy. You are very pretty."

"Thanks." Does she really think that? I don't even have makeup on.

"Well, have fun today," Anne's Mom said and left.

After breakfast, we got ready for a street market. Paula had to leave, so we remaining five girls squeezed into Anne's car. We had some fun at the market but didn't buy much. I had bought all I needed, for now, the day before.

After the market, Anne dropped me off at home.

"Thank you all," I said. "This weekend was awesome. Even if Jamie broke my heart." I laughed and hugged everybody.

"It was fun for me, too," Susan agreed. "Having a sleepover again was a good idea."

The other girls concurred.

* * *

Mom asked about my weekend. I told her about some stuff we did at the sleepover but kept the intimate details to myself. I told her about the shopping too, and that led to the earrings for pierced ears.

"Mom, can I get my ears pierced? All the girls have pierced ears."

She sighed but eventually said, "Okay."

"Paula gave me the contact info for her piercer. Can we make an appointment? I need you with me as I'm not 18 yet."

"Okay, I'll look into it tomorrow."

"Can I have my nose pierced too? Anne and Paula have theirs pierced too." I looked at Mom with doe eyes.

"Christoper! I mean, Christine, you're trying cutesy tactics on me now?

"Comes with being a girl."

Mom shook her head. "You've changed a lot in a few days. It's hard to recognize my little boy in you. We'll see about the nose piercing. I want to talk with the piercer first."

"Okay, Mom." I smiled. That wasn't a no.

* * *

To be continued

The Blue Dress - Part 4

by MonicaS

Copyright © 2021 Monica S.

After Chris got bullied for being girly and finally was forced to wear a dress at school, he decided to live as a girl. With support from friends, he got transformed into a passable girl. He started to experience living as a girl, including school, shopping, and a sleepover with his friends. What will the next week bring?

* * *

In preparation for phys ed on Monday, I researched hiding the bulge I displayed last time. I found some tucking techniques and created my own gaffe for it. I then tried them and, after some tries, managed a flat front. It was a bit uncomfortable, but I could endure it.

On Monday morning, I dressed in a short black and white striped skirt and a black top, combined with black pantyhose and my black pumps.
I had the gaffe and a sports bra underneath, so I didn't have to change underwear for phys ed. When I left the house, I added my new yellow jacket for some color. Well, it was used, but new to me. I walked to school and used the shortcut through the park as usual. Somehow the heels bothered me less than last time. Perhaps I got used to them already.

I arrived together with Jamie, which meant I didn't have to walk the halls alone. It helped against my anxiety, which persisted even though I had managed on my own on Friday. When I reached my locker, I found a piece of paper with a printed bible verse inside.

Deuteronomy 22:5

A woman shall not wear a man's garment, nor shall a man put on a woman's cloak, for whoever does these things is an abomination to the Lord your God.

Great, now I have some religious people on my heels too, I thought.

I showed it to Jamie, and she said, "Don't worry, there might be some nut cases around, but we'll be there for you."

I crumbled the piece of paper and threw it into the trash.

The first period was fashion class. Ralph was there when I arrived. I hadn't met him since my role change.

"Look who we have here," Ralph said, beaming. "The ugly duckling turned into a swan. I heard about the new girl in school, but you exceed all descriptions."

"I thought you didn't dig girls," I replied.

"My preference regarding intimate partners doesn't prevent me from recognizing beauty in women."

"Umm, thanks, I guess." Again one of these compliments. I still had to get used to them.

"I heard Mark was involved in your ... decision to transition. But perhaps it was time anyway. You couldn't hide your feminity anymore. How does it feel to be out of the closet? For me, it was very liberating."

"It feels good." What else could I say? That I was hiding from bullies in skirts? Actually, it was true, somehow. I had more fun as a girl than as a boy. Since my best friend moved away, I had nothing comparable to the sleepover with my new friends. I could wear pretty and sexy clothes. And I wasn't afraid of phys ed anymore.

"If you ever have any trouble, especially with Mark, let me know. We LGBT people have to stick together, and I have my ways with bullies."

"Thanks. I'm still nervous walking the halls alone. It's good to know some people have my back."

So Ralph joined team Chris.

Once the teacher came in, she told me the principal wanted to see me. When I walked the empty halls, I wondered what I did wrong. I never talked with the principal before. I hoped he wouldn't want me to stop dressing as a girl.

* * *

"Hello, Miss Walker," the principal greeted me when I entered his office.

"Good morning, Mr. Stevens," I replied.

"Please sit down. I hope you are well?"

"Yes, sir."

"You know, you caused quite a commotion. I would have preferred an advance notice. I only got your mother's letter on Friday, so I couldn't inform your teachers of your gender and name change in time. I hope that didn't cause any trouble."

"No, sir."

"Now, we have to discuss how we deal with your circumstances. As you may perhaps know, we have rules regarding transgender students. You can use the girls' bathrooms and the girls' locker room if you want, or we could provide private accommodations. What do you prefer?"

"The girls' rooms."

"Okay. I know that such a change isn't easy and that some students might react inappropriately. That's not acceptable, though. So if anybody bullies you, harasses you, or discriminates against you, you can tell any teacher or file a complaint. Here is a pamphlet regarding this."

"Thank you."

"Did anybody misbehave yet?"

"Not since my gender change."

"Hmm, that implies there was something before?"

"Umm, yes, but I have no witness."

"Even if you have no witness, please report it. A witness might make things easier but isn't needed. We want everybody to feel safe here at our school. Bullying is not acceptable. If nobody reports it, we can't act on it, though."

"Okay."

"Do you have any more questions?"

"No, sir."

"If you need any help, feel free to contact me. By the way, you're lucky we changed the dress code a few years ago. Your short skirt wouldn't have been appropriate."

"But a lot of girls wear short skirts."

"Nowadays, yes. It's quite a change in the landscape. Well, the secretary will take a photo of you for your new student ID. I think that's all. Have a nice day. Please shut the door behind you."

"Umm, you too."

I got up and left.

That went better than expected. But did I just tell the principal to shut the door?

The secretary proceeded to take my picture. She told me I could pick up my new ID an hour later.

* * *

Later that day, I went into the locker room for phys ed without being afraid for the first time since Mark punched me. All the girls had accepted me changing with them, and I had Anne at my side.

Inside, I undressed to my underwear. Then I had to make sure my member was still tucked away securely. I put on black leggings and my trainers. Finally, I tied my hair into a ponytail.

I changed without looking at the girls too much. Some of them were changing their bras, and so naked breasts were visible. There might have been a time where I in a room full of undressed girls would have been a fantasy come true. But now I wanted to be one of them and not perve on them.

I had thought about removing the breast enhancers, but removing them would be awkward. And some girls had much bigger breasts and could do sports with them. So I left the enhancers in my bra.

Just a few minutes later, when we were running around to warm up, I recognized what a mistake that was. My fake breasts were bouncing quite a lot. I looked at the girls with bigger breasts and noticed that theirs were bouncing at least as much. How could they cope with that? I tried to adjust my running to reduce the movement.

"Only a girl for a few days and you forgot how to run already?" Mark sneered.

Of course, he had to run right behind me. I was worried Mark might do more, so I moved to the side and slowed so that he passed me. When I was near the locker room, I quickly dashed in and removed the breast enhancers.

After I came back, I saw Mark running a bit in front of me. I sped up and ran past him as gracefully as possible. I had to show him how running like a girl looked. I heard turmoil behind me, and when I looked back, I saw Mark on the floor. I smiled. I must have distracted him too much.

I returned back to him and gloated. "Who's the one who can't run now? Do you want me to help you up?" I offered my hand to him. I knew it was a risk, but I couldn't stop myself.

Mark got mad and lunged at me, but I was nimble enough to evade him.

"Mark Peterson," the teacher boomed, "that is not how a gentleman behaves."

Chastized, Mark only stared at me angrily and got up on his own. Then he started to run again. I followed suit. A few seconds later, he looked back at me and was obviously still angry. I had to watch him. Perhaps gloating hadn't been a good idea.

At a lull in the activities, one of the boys, Brian, approached me. He was, like me, on the smaller side and not that athletic.

"Hi Chris, I think you're really brave," he said. "I've seen how Mark treated you. And now you managed to make him look bad. You seem more confident as a girl."

"Uhh, thanks. I guess not having to change with Mark helps."

"Yeah, about that ... Oh, we have to move on. Can we talk later?"

"Sure."

That was interesting. Brian could perhaps be an ally against Mark. I didn't have any chance to continue the conversation at phys ed, though.

After the class, I picked up my new school ID. It had my very much female smiling face on it and my new name, Christine Walker. I was officially a girl at school now.

I didn't have time to celebrate, though, as there wasn't much time until my next class. I didn't want to face Miss Jones being late again.

At lunch, I showed my new ID to my friends, and they congratulated me.

After lunch, I sought out Brian. I found him sitting with two nerdy guys. Nothing against nerds, though. I was as much a social outcast as them just a few weeks ago.

"Hi Brian, do you want to continue the conversation from phys ed?"

"Sure. Ahh, these are my friends Simon and Jonas. Guys, this is Christine."

"Hi Christine," both of them said timidly.

"Hello, guys. I know you from history class," I said and sat down. "Brian, you were talking about how Mark treated me. Did you see anything specific?"

"Yeah. A lot of small stuff," Brian answered. "Also, I saw how Mark punched you one day and how he removed your bandage."

"You saw that? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Sorry, I should have said something, but I was afraid. I got bullied by Mark before until you became his main target this year. I didn't want to incur his wrath."

"I didn't report him either because I had no witness. But now you say you saw it. Would you testify against him if I file a complaint? We have to do something against him."

"Are you sure? Are you not afraid of Mark anymore?"

"That's the point. If I do nothing, I'll continue to be afraid. I talked with the principal today, and he told me about his stance against bullying. I seriously consider filing a complaint and hope he'll act on his word."

"Hmm, I can't let you down now. I'll testify."

"Good, thank you." A new member in team Chris.

I then noticed Simon staring at me.

"Simon, is something wrong?" I asked.

He blushed and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Finally, he managed to say, "You're so beautiful."

That made me blush a little in return. "Uhh, thank you."

Brian laughed a bit and said, "We're not used to girls at our table, so excuse Simon. He's probably a bit star-struck."

I had to laugh too. "Since when am I a star?"

"You're the famous Christine, the beauty who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and is now talk of the school," Brian replied.

"You mean infamous. And I was here all the time."

"But you transformed from a caterpillar into a butterfly."

Was Brian flirting with me?

"Well, Simon, you don't have to be afraid of me," I said. "I still know how it is to be a boy. But you might benefit from a more nuanced approach."

"Sorry," Simon replied.

"No reason to be sorry. It was flattering, if sudden."

"Are they real?" Jonas asked suddenly.

I turned and saw him staring at my chest area. I sighed. "You have a lot to learn about talking to a girl. Don't ever ask that again. And don't stare. I'll answer anyway. They don't grow overnight, so I enhanced them a bit. Brian, can you perhaps give your friends some pointers regarding girls? You don't seem to have a problem talking to me, at least."

"I'll try."

"Well, I'll see you. I'll check on your progress."

* * *

"Hello Christine, I'm Lizzie the lesbian," Lizzie announced when my last class for the day was about to start.

"Ah, yes, I know," I replied. "We are in this class together, after all. I think we didn't talk yet, though. So you really introduce yourself like that?"

"Yeah, I got some flak when I wasn't out yet and there were rumors about me. So I decided to go on the offensive and own it. Introducing myself as 'Lizzie the lesbian' left a lot of opponents speechless. It worked and I continue to use it. Anyway, Jamie told me we might be a good match. Perhaps we could meet after school to get to know each other?"

"Sure, I'd like that."

"How about Wednesday at 5 at Dutch Bros Coffee?"

"It's a date!"

"Well, if you want to call it that." Lizzie grinned.

We had to stop at that as the teacher arrived. I was excited, my very first date.

* * *

After school, I called Jamie to thank her for talking to Lizzie. I was giddily telling her that she invited me on a date. She told me about some of her experiences dating, what to do, and what not to do. Some stuff didn't apply because we were two girls, like boys opening the doors for girls or paying for dinner. We continued with other topics and, before long, had talked for an hour.

I had only heard that girls talk on the phone for a long time, but now I was doing it too. Am I becoming a real girl?

When Mom came home, I told her about talking to the principal and that Brian witnessed Mark's bullying. She read the pamphlet regarding bullying and was adamant that I report the incidents. I was still unsure, but Mom finally convinced me. We downloaded a complaint form and completed it. I included Mark forcing me into the blue dress. I added that I came out as transgender without prior notice because of that.

The next topic was the piercings I wanted.

"I talked with my colleagues and called the piercer," Mom said. "Having a nose piercing isn't as accepted as you might think. Even if living as a girl worked well for you, for now, I expect quite some opposition to come. And you don't want to stand out even more."

"But it's only a little hole."

"It's a hole right in the middle of your face. And what if you want to live as a boy again? There'll be a mark for a long time."

"There are boys with nose piercings too."

"That's even less accepted. I think you're too impulsive sometimes and don't see the long term consequences. Anyway, I've decided. No nose piercing for now."

I pouted. "What about the ears?"

"I got an appointment with the piercer for those for Saturday morning."

"Yay. Thank you, Mom."

"So, what else is new?"

"Umm, I have a date on Wednesday."

"A date? With a boy?"

"No! With a girl. I'm not gay. Well, perhaps I'm a lesbian now."

"We never talked about that. And with you living as a girl, I thought boys might interest you."

"No, I still like girls. It's just that no girl was interested in me."

"And now girls like you, I mean sexually?"

"Not my fashion friends, no. But I met a lesbian."

"A lesbian? But wouldn't she be interested in a real girl? I mean, you still have your boy parts."

"Well, she knows about that. We'll have to see."

"Okay, but remember to have safe sex. Use a condom."

"Mom! It's the first date to get to know each other. There won't be any sex."

"I know how you kids are. Better be prepared. I hope it works out for you. You seem quite confident. You aren't going to slow down, are you? No thoughts about going back to boy life?"

"Actually, no. I like living as a girl."

* * *

Tuesday morning before classes, I dropped my complaint form off with the school secretary. I was still wary about potential revenge from Mark. But I had established a kind of guard schedule so that I was never alone.

So when I met Karen Harris in the bathroom again during a break, I was accompanied by Becky.

"Get out of here, imposter," Karen demanded. "I know about Mark forcing you into a dress and Anne suggesting that you dress like a girl and telling everybody that you are transgender. You just did it so you could avoid Mark. You are not really transgender."

"Leave her alone," Becky defended me. "She is a girl now. It doesn't matter how it all started."

"You're just a boy in a skirt," Karen continued her tirade. "And I don't want a boy in my bathroom. Who knows what you're up to, probably preying on vulnerable girls."

"Don't be ridiculous," I countered. "I'm here for the same thing you are, peeing in peace. What boy would go to such length looking like a girl anyway?"

"I know you're an imposter, and in the end, everybody will see it." With that, Karen stormed off.

* * *

At lunch, I talked about Karen's accusation with my friends. She knew how it all started now, and in a sense, she was right. I knew that I was a boy, but living as a girl felt normal now. I didn't feel like an imposter. My friends all confirmed that I was a girl in their eyes and not a boy in a dress.

We didn't know how to deal with Karen. She was quite influential. At least I had written my version of the events in the complaint. Karen spilling her truth to the school administration shouldn't do much harm.

I informed my friends about filling the complaint, so they knew that Mark might react badly. I told them that I wanted to search for more victims to combine forces and make my case stronger. My friends decided to help me. Anne would contact Olivia. Jamie would join me to talk to Melanie. I remembered some suspicious interactions between Mark and Timothy, a boy in my phys ed class. So I planned to contact him. We all would ask around for more victims.

After lunch, Jamie and I searched for Melanie and found her with some other girls.

"Hello Melanie," Jamie approached her, "Chris and I would like to talk to you about Mark Peterson."

"What do you want to know about that son of a bitch?" Melanie asked.

"I filed a complaint about him this morning. I thought it would be good if other victims tell their story, too," I answered.

"You're brave. Mark is violent when he's angry. And he gets angry easily. And he has his loyal friends."

"Yeah, I know. Mark punched me once already. But if we look out for each other, he can't do that without consequences. I have to stop him if I want to live without fear again. If we pile up enough against him from many sources, he can't win. Perhaps he'd be expelled even."

"He would deserve it."

"I guess you know my story? I only heard a little bit about you and Mark."

"Yes, your story is unavoidable. I think you've changed for the better. Karen says you're an imposter, a boy in a dress, but I don't believe her. You're too natural as a girl."

"Uh, thank you. So what happened between you and Mark?"

"Well, I was stupid and fell for his charms. He was nice to me at first, and we got together. Then he got more and more demanding. I finally had enough and told him I wanted to break up. Stupidly I was alone with him in a side corridor, and he hit me and called me names. Fortunately, I could run into the main hall, so he had to stop. I told all girls about it, so that they don't trust Mark, but was too afraid to report it."

"So it happened here at school? Please, please report it. It would be another strike against Mark."

"They won't believe me. I have no witness."

"If enough people report Mark's bullying, they have to believe it. Perhaps you know some more victims."

"Actually, I do. When we were together, I saw Mark belittle some boys, called them gay and stuff. One was Timothy Dalton, the other George Lewis. I didn't think much of it then. I should have known better."

"I know them. I'll get them to join us too. Please include the incident in your report. If you give me your phone number, I'll text you the address for the complaint form."

"I didn't say I'd do it. You're quite convincing, though. Okay, I'll file a complaint. Here is my phone number."

Team Chris is growing.

* * *

After school, I went to my doctor because I had another blood test scheduled.

"Hello, I'm Chris Walker. I have an appointment."

"I only have a Christopher Walker," the receptionist replied.

"That's me."

"You don't look like a Christopher."

I sighed. "I'm transgender."

"Oh, okay, please wait in the waiting room until you're called."

After waiting for a few minutes, I got called up as Christopher, of course, and entered the lab.

"Hello Miss, you must be in the wrong room," the nurse said.

"I got called up. Chris Walker."

"I'm expecting a Christopher Walker, male."

"Yeah, that's me. I'm transgender." This is getting old really fast.

"Well, sit down then. I only need to draw a little blood."

It wasn't that bad, actually. I was out a few minutes later and would get the results on Friday.

On the way home, I bought some condoms, just in case.

* * *

Wednesday morning, I decided to wear jeans, so I could change for phys ed faster. I combined them with a grey shirt and white trainers. My hair and makeup made sure I still looked like a girl.

This was the first time since Thursday I wasn't wearing a dress or skirt. I got quite used to them already. I think I looked okay, but I actually liked myself in skirts better.

At school, I found another piece of paper in my locker.

Leviticus 18:22

You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination.

Leviticus 20:13

If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put to death; their blood is upon them.

Stupid religious bully. I wasn't interested in sleeping with a man. I thought about throwing it away but decided to keep it as evidence.

At phys ed, I approached Timothy.

"Hi Timothy, can we talk about you and Mark?"

"Um, I don't know," he replied. He seemed to be afraid and looked around. He was a lot taller than me, though, so he couldn't be afraid of me. "Okay, meet me after class at the end of the hall." Then Timothy practically ran away from me.

That was strange.

After class, I quickly changed back into my jeans and shirt. Pantyhose would have taken a bit longer. I left the locker room alone to meet Timothy, but Anne would follow as soon as she could.

I walked into the corner at the end of the hall, where everything began with the blue dress. This time there was only Timothy, and I wasn't afraid of him. Still, it wasn't a good feeling being in that dead-end again.

"What do you want?" he asked in a not very friendly tone.

"Hey, Timothy, calm down. I'm not your enemy. I want to fight against Mark with you."

He sighed. "Can you stop calling me Timothy? Only the teachers and my mother use it. Call me Tim, please. Now, what's this fight against Mark?"

"Okay, Tim. I filed a complaint about Mark's bullying. I know you're a victim too. You could report Mark also. I convinced some others to do likewise. If there are enough complaints, the school has to do something about him."

"Are you nuts? Mark will take revenge."

"I have my friends sort of guard me. If he does anything, there will be witnesses. I'll risk that if it means we'll be rid of him."

"And now you want me to put a target on my back too?"

"Well, Mark can't fight us all. We just have to stick together, look out for each other."

"My secret will be out if I file a complaint."

"What, that you're gay?"

"You know?"

"I suspected, but now you confirmed it." I grinned.

"Argh. Don't tell anybody. It's a risk talking to you even. Many boys think you're gay, and they might think I'm too by association."

"That's stupid because of so many reasons. First, I'm not into guys. I consider myself a lesbian. Second, you aren't gay just by speaking to a gay boy. Third, if you're gay, you're gay. We don't live in the 19-hundreds anymore. We even have gay congressmen. Do you want to hide forever?"

"But my family ..."

"... will probably love you regardless. Well, you could file a complaint without saying you're gay, but if you're gay, there is extra protection by law. I can send you a link to some resources and a complaint form if you give me your number. You can forward it to your friend, George Lewis, so he can file a complaint too.

"You know about my boyfriend?"

"Tim, you're an open book. Your family probably knows already if you reveal yourself like this."

"Damn."

"Please think about it. You are not alone in this. There is Ralph Morris, for example. Speak to him. Brian was bullied by Mark, too, and you could stay close to him in the locker room. I'll help you too if I can. You don't want to live in permanent fear, do you?"

"No, you're right. This really stresses me out. Perhaps I should just stop hiding. And file a complaint. Either I survive and don't have to live in fear anymore, or I tried at least."

"We'll make sure that you'll survive. Don't take too large risks, though. Have friends or at least neutral people nearby."

Tim gave me his phone number then, and I texted him with the resources about bullying.

Another member in team Chris.

When I turned around, I saw Anne standing nearby.

"So did Tim finally admit being gay?" she asked when I reached her.

"You knew?"

"It's obvious. My gaydar is pinging loudly. It never did with you, though."

"No wonder. I wasn't gay. But Tim will need support when he comes out. We should look out for him. Perhaps we should start a circle of friends who look out for each other and vulnerable people and stop bullying attempts."

"Yes, that's a good idea. We actually started with you already, but can include more people, of course."

* * *

At lunch, we talked about the progress of getting complaints against Mark. I had managed to convince my two targets and found another victim. Anne was less successful. Olivia had signed a contract that barred her from mentioning her incident. The others didn't find any further victims either, but we wouldn't stop searching.

Anne then presented my idea of a protection pact. My friends agreed that it was a good idea. She took the lead again, but maybe it was better that way as she was good at organizing.

School ended without further significant events, and I went home on my usual route. I felt as if somebody followed me but didn't detect anybody when I looked behind me. Perhaps I was getting paranoid because everybody expected revenge from Mark.

At home, I was eager to get ready for my date with Lizzy.

* * *

To be continued

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The Blue Dress - Part 5

by MonicaS

Copyright © 2021 Monica S.

Chris got bullied for being girly and was forced to wear a dress at school. To avoid the bullies, he started to live as a girl with support from friends and official recognition. Chris found some allies to fight the bullies. Now he has to get ready for his first date.

* * *

I thought about what to wear for my date with Lizzie. I wanted something better than the skirt and top I wore to school. The dress from Saturday was too much, though, so I decided on the blue dress which started it all. Even though I was forced into it, I didn't have a bad feeling about it. It's a pretty dress, and I liked wearing female clothes now. Besides, I have the perfect shoes to go with it. So I changed into tan pantyhose, the blue dress, and the blue heels and redid my makeup. I looked about the same as on my first evening as a girl.

Dutch Bros Coffee was too far away to walk in my high heels, so I had to take the bus. I didn't want to be late for my first date, so I put my leather jacket on and started my trip with enough spare time.

The trip was uneventful, and I arrived early. Lizzy hadn't arrived yet, of course. I was getting nervous and was perhaps too eager. I finally stepped inside the coffee shop and found a free sofa in a corner with a view of the entrance. I ordered a latte and tried to get comfortable and calm down. To distract myself, I got my phone out and surfed the net.

Every time a customer entered, I looked up, of course. But each time, it wasn't Lizzie. Would she perhaps not come? I heard a motorcycle arrive, and, when the rider removed the helmet, I saw it was Lizzie, looking cool as heck with a tan leather jacket and sunglasses.

When Lizzie entered, she owned the place. She smiled at me when she recognized me and came over casually. She ordered a coffee with a gesture while passing the counter, so she had to be a regular customer.

"Hi Christine, you look great in that dress," she greeted me and sat down right next to me.

"Hi Lizzy, uhh, thanks," I replied. "You look totally stunning. I didn't know you ride a motorcycle."

"Yeah, I really like it. My Dad rides motorcycles too, and I often rode with him. I got hooked, and instead of a car, I got my bike."

"That's cool. There're not many motorcycles at school. It seems only older guys are riding them nowadays."

"Yeah, I joined Dad on some trips with his club," Lizzie elaborated. "I was the only young woman there."

"I think I'd like to ride a bike too, but I haven't enough money. And my Mom would never allow it."

"I guess I'm a bit spoiled there. I got the bike for my 16th birthday. My Mom wasn't happy about it, but in the end, she accepted it. I never was the typical girl, quite a tomboy, more interested in technical stuff than clothes and dolls."

"I'm quite the opposite, artsy and actually so much into clothes that I'm in a fashion class. You look fashionable, too, though."

"Well, eventually, my appearance became important enough to care about it. I'm still not into skirts or dresses, but I found a way to express my feminity."

"I like your style," I said.

"I like yours too. Quite a change, though. I still wonder how you could do it, one day a boy and the next a beautiful girl. Even on the first day with short hair, you looked all girl."

I was glad we sat in a corner without anybody nearby when Lizzie mentioned my role change. Everybody at school knew, but I didn't want strangers to know.

"It was just because of Anne's makeup and this dress," I said.

"Nah, that's only a part of it. How you moved, how you talked, everything said 'girl' to me. You've been a bit girly before, and the full girl came out once you put on this dress."

"I still see myself as a boy." This was perhaps dangerous to say on a date with a lesbian. But it was crucial. If Lizzie wasn't okay with it, there was no future for us.

"Do you really? Do you want to go back to life as a boy, hide your feminity again?" Lizzie asked.

"Not really, I prefer how things are now. I love wearing dresses and skirts and makeup. I like to be beautiful, even though I still have to get used to people saying that. But my body is still mostly male."

"Mostly?"

"I have gynecomastia, which means I have small breasts," I explained.

"Ah yes, there were rumors. So even your body is unsure if you're a boy or a girl."

"I never thought about it that way, but you're right. But I have my male parts too, and I wonder what you think about that. I mean, won't it be an issue if we go further? You're a lesbian, after all."

"I'm attracted to feminity, and you have it in spades, certainly more than my ex. And I was on the receiving end of a strap-on dildo before, so I'm no stranger to penetration."

I blushed. I didn't expect Lizzie to mention such intimate details.

"You're so cute when you blush," she continued, "still so innocent."

That didn't help with my embarrassment, of course. "I guess I'm a late bloomer. This is actually my first date."

"That's okay. Not everybody should start as early as me. I made quite some mistakes when I started dating because I was too young to understand people. But as a girl, you take the fast lane now?"

"Perhaps. I started less than a week ago but so much happened since then. I hope you don't think I'm rushing this. I didn't expect to start dating so soon. Actually, I didn't expect it at all, especially after I realized straight girls wouldn't be interested in me romantically like this. Not that they were interested much beforehand."

"Welcome to the club. I actually ruined friendships when I hit on straight girls. The situation got really awkward. It was a bit easier once I was out, and other lesbians approached me. But we are not many, and then we lose some members to manhood."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Like my ex. She, umm, he decided to become a man. He got too masculine for my taste. The chemistry was gone. So I'm happy you changed sides to even it out." Lizzie grinned at me mischievously.

"I'm happy you like it."

One thing was certain, if I wanted to have a relationship with Lizzie, I had to commit to being a girl long-term. It wouldn't be fair to go back to boyhood, especially after she had that happen before.

We continued to talk for over an hour. Eventually, it was time to leave, and I announced that I had to catch my bus.

"You want to go home by bus?" Lizzie asked. "I can take you home on my bike if you're up to it, I have a spare helmet."

"I don't want to impose on you."

"It's no problem, I've done it before."

"Okay, I hope it'll work out with my dress."

"You might show off your nice legs. Everything else should be fine."

So Lizzie drove me home on her motorcycle after she explained what I had to do. I had to pull my dress up quite a bit, and Lizzie was right about showing some leg. I might have flashed my panties when straddling the bike, but I doubt anybody saw it. I had to cling tightly to her, which was a nice feeling, and I could get used to that. Zipping through the streets was exhilarating. My legs were getting a bit cold, only protected by thin pantyhose. The ride didn't take long, though, so it was okay.

"Wow, no wonder you got hooked on motorcycles if you rode a lot with your Dad," I said once I got off the bike.

"Yeah. It bonded us together."

"I can see that. I really liked spending time with you. I hope we can do it again."

"Me too. How about Saturday afternoon? A classic date with movie and dinner?" Lizzie asked.

"I'd like that."

"Do you want me to pick you up? Or do you prefer to meet downtown?"

"I liked the ride," I said. "I have to adjust my wardrobe, though."

"Okay, I'll pick you up at 4pm then."

"Okay."

Lizzie then gave me a kiss, straight on my lips.

"See you tomorrow," Lizzie said and was gone before I could process what happened.

* * *

The next day I wore a short skirt and top with pantyhose and sneakers and added my old jeans jacket when I left for school. Nothing noteworthy happened until lunch. I sat with my friends from fashion class when Lizzie arrived.

"Hi, Christine," she greeted me. "May I join you?"

"Hello, Lizzie. Of course," I replied.

"I'm a bit torn," Lizzie said. "Usually, I eat with my LGBT friends, but I want to be with my new friend too."

I smiled. Lizzy referred to me as a friend. "Hmm, perhaps we could join our groups. We started a protection pact to fight against bullying. Your friends are probably targets too. We could join our forces."

"That sounds interesting, what exactly are your plans?"

I explained the concept, and then Anne presented her progress regarding the protection pact.

"I set up a group chat," Anne explained. "We can use it to coordinate, send help requests, or share information. I want to publish the contact info for two accounts to receive join requests. I bought two phones, so we don't have to use our personal accounts for that. I keep one, and Chris can take the other."

Anne had a text prepared on how to join the protection pact. We followed it to install the chat app on our phones, set up our accounts, and join the group chat. Then we discussed how we wanted to address the bullying.

Lizzie was a good fit for my group of friends. I liked lunch with her. She left after the meal, though, to present our protection pact to her LGBT friends.

I used the time to go to Brian and his friends.

"Hi Brian, did you make progress with your friends' manners?" I asked.

"Hi Chris, I think so," Brian replied and prompted his friends.

"Hello Chris, you look lovely today. I hope all is well with you," Jonas said while looking me into the eyes.

"Hello Jonas, thank you, yes."

"Hello Chris, nice to meet you again," Simon greeted me. "You're beautiful as always."

"Hello Simon, thank you. You really made progress. I have a proposal for you." I replied and then explained our protection pact.

"I assume you all have experienced bullying," I continued. "So, I invite you to join our group, but you will have to behave as we have many girls in it."

All three boys liked the idea and planned to come over at lunch the next day.

"I wonder how you can do all this," Brian said. "You were a small boy getting bullied a week ago, and now you're a beautiful and confident young woman fighting against bullying for others. I like you very much. Would you maybe go out on a date with me?"

"Oh Brian, I like you too," I replied, "but I'm attracted to girls, not guys."

"Damn. Perhaps I could wear makeup and a dress like you?"

"Wearing girls' clothes and makeup doesn't make you a girl."

"But that's what you did," Brian said.

I did, didn't I? But I was girly before, even if I didn't see it that way, I though.

"Brian, this is serious. It worked out for me because I was probably a girl on the inside before. You can't change your gender just to appeal to a love interest. Besides, I'm dating somebody else already."

"Damn," Brian said dejectedly.

"Hey, heads up. You'll find the right one for you."

* * *

After school, I went home through the park as usual, when Mark appeared in front of me. I was on a rarely used sidepath with dense bushes on the left and right. I turned around to get away from Mark, but two of his goons were approaching from behind. They must have checked out my way home as this was the perfect place for an ambush. Perhaps I was followed the day before, after all. I had thought that Mark wouldn't dare to attack me in public, but now he caught me alone. They closed in on me, and I had nowhere to run. I couldn't fight back either against three big boys. I felt very helpless.

"There is the little snitch," Mark said. "Did you think you could get me in trouble? The principal wanted to give me a suspension, but my parents nixed that. They are good friends with school board members. Mandatory counseling is all I got. Ha, as if I need counseling. You, on the other side, need to learn a lesson."

With that, Mark punched me in the gut. I doubled over with pain.

"I am the boss, and you're a little worm," Mark continued. "If you act up, I'll stomp you."

Mark was about to hit me again when a dog, a German Shepherd, showed up and barked at him.

"Damn," Mark said. "This isn't over. I can get you anytime."

Mark and his goons retreated while the dog kept near me as if to guard me when an older woman appeared.

"Are you okay, my dear?" she asked. "Did those ruffians hurt you?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. It was only one punch, thanks to your dog."

"Yes, Rex doesn't like ruffians. He's a good dog."

I looked at the woman. She was a bit dirty, wearing scruffy clothing, and had a shopping cart full of stuff with her.

Saved by a homeless woman. This could have turned out badly.

"Can I help you in return?" I asked. "Perhaps a shower? I live nearby."

"You don't need to ... A shower would be good, though."

"I'm Chris, by the way."

"I'm Ruth. Thank you for your offer, people are rarely nice to me."

So I went home accompanied by Ruth and her dog for the rest of the way. I felt safer that way. Mark's assault had rattled me, and I didn't want to be alone now.

At home Ruth showered, and I gave her some of Mom's old clothes to wear while her dirty clothes were in the washing machine. Freshly showered and with clean clothes, she looked a lot better. She told me her life story while we waited for her clothes to wash and dry. Some hours later, Mom came home.

"Hi, Mom," I greeted her. "This is Ruth and her dog Rex, Rex saved me from Mark beating me up. Ruth borrowed some of your clothes while hers are drying. I hope that's okay."

"Hi Chris, hello Ruth. Yeah, that's okay," Mom replied. "But why are your clothes drying?"

"Hello, Ms. Walker," Ruth said. "Your daughter was so nice to offer me to wash my clothes. I'm homeless and don't get to wash them often."

"Oh, okay. Chris, what was that about Mark beating you up?" Mom asked.

"Well, on my way home, Mark and his goons ambushed me and punched me," I answered. "Then Rex came around and chased him off."

"Are you hurt?"

"It was only one punch, it only hurt for a little while."

"The hell with this Mark, we have to stop him," Mom said. "Perhaps we can report him to the police. Ruth, did you see the assault?"

"No, I only saw them running away," Ruth answered.

"Damn it, without a witness, the police won't do much," Mom said. "Chris, report this at school. Even if they can't act on it, they should know."

"Okay, Mom," I replied. "But I'm afraid he'll get me again, I felt so helpless when he punched me."

"Hmm, I can take you to school in the mornings, but we have to leave earlier so that I'm at work on time. Perhaps your friends can drive you home after school."

"Yeah, that could work."

"And you could perhaps learn some self-defense, just in case. I'll look for a course. Also, I have one of those alarm thingies to spare."

Mom gave Ruth some clothes she didn't wear anymore. They happened to have the same size, so they fit well. Ruth ate dinner with us but then left. We offered her shelter, which she declined. She was a nice woman who fell on hard times and didn't want to impose on anybody.

Mom found a two-day self-defense course on the weekend after next that had free spots and booked it for both of us. I attached the alarm thingy to my purse so that I'd be able to attract help in a case like Mark's ambush. Too bad that I couldn't carry pepper spray to school.

I didn't forget the protection pact either and printed Anne's text with the info about it several times, so I could hand it out to students in need.

Sleep came late that night as I thought about what did and could happen again and again.

* * *

The next morning I was still brooding about Mark's attack. I couldn't let him win by hiding, so I decided to dress up extra sexy. I put on one of my low cut bras and created some cleavage with my breast enhancers. For pantyhose, I chose the ones with an overknee look. I donned a low-cut blue top that barely covered the bra and added the short red plaid skirt I wore the week before. My black heels and the leather jacket completed the outfit.

When I arrived at school, it was nearly the same as one week before. I arrived early, dressed very similarly, and wanted to appear more confident than I really was.

I caught a lot of attention from the few students already present. One of them was Mark, who stood in front of me with his mouth open, his eyes alternating between my face, my cleavage, and my legs.

"Hi Mark," I said. "Can't decide if you want to hit me or hit on me?"

"How?" was all Mark could get out.

I laughed and continued on my way. I felt quite safe with everybody watching me. If Mark would attack me, he'd be in big trouble. Nothing happened, fortunately, so I went straight to the principal's office to report on Mark's attack.

"Ah, Miss Walker, lucky that you're here," The secretary said. "The principal wants to talk to you, you can go inside right away."

I wondered what he wanted from me and entered the office.

"Hello, Miss Walker," the principal greeted me. "You're quick, I just asked for you."

"Good morning, Mr. Stevens," I replied and sat down. "I came here to report on Mark Peterson again."

"Oh, what happened?"

"He ambushed and hit me in a park yesterday because of my complaint."

"Oh no. Did you get hurt?" the principal asked.

"I was lucky somebody came by after one punch, and he retreated. I have a written report here."

"Ah, good that you weren't seriously injured. The attack happened outside of my jurisdiction, but I will consider it when dealing with Mark."

"Mark knew of my complaint and bragged that he didn't get a suspension," I told the principal. "How can that be? I thought you're fighting against bullying and want students to be safe."

"Regarding suspension, I was overruled by the school board. I hope to convince the board that more action is necessary, as I got another complaint. I had to tell Mark that there was a complaint about him, but I didn't name you. Perhaps somebody leaked your name, or he guessed. I'll protect the source of the new complaint better."

"I hope so. I convinced other students to report on Mark, and some are very vulnerable. I don't want to be responsible for them getting hurt."

"Me neither. Well, let's get to why I wanted to talk to you. I actually got a complaint about you. Somebody claims that you're not really transgender and are only dressing as a girl to get access to girls' bathrooms and locker-rooms."

"Argh, so Karen Harris actually wrote a complaint," I said.

"I have to protect the source as you painfully experienced, but I can say that it wasn't Karen Harris. I have to investigate every complaint, though. Can you say something about the accusation?"

"As I've written in my first complaint, Mark forced me into a dress, and that was the start of my role change. That's certainly unusual. I feel unsafe in the boys' locker-room and bathrooms, so access to the girls' rooms is a relief. But I live as a girl full-time now and will continue to do that. I went to a sleepover, and everybody accepted me as a girl there. Heck, I even date a lesbian. How could I do that if I'm not transgender? I met Karen Harris in a bathroom, and she has something against me or transgender in general. First, she called being transgender unnatural. Later, she accused me of being an imposter, a boy in a skirt, preying on girls. Ridiculous, but now she's spreading that."

"I see. I'll have a talk with Karen. I think that's all for now."

Now I only have to convince myself that I'm transgender and not a boy in a skirt.

When I left the principal's office, I saw Tim talking to the secretary. I heard him say that he wants to file a complaint and smiled at him. I waited until he was finished and then approached him.

"Hi Tim, I overheard that you filed a complaint. Thank you for that."

"Hi Chris, I hope it doesn't backfire," he replied.

"We'll have to ensure that. Some friends and I have started a protection pact to fight against bullying, look out for each other, and complain if necessary. We have a group chat and meet at lunch. I'd be happy if you and your friend join us." I gave him one of my info texts.

"Really? That sounds good. I'll come over at lunch then."

* * *

I met my friends before the first period started and told them about Mark's attack. They were angry but couldn't do anything, of course. They immediately agreed to drive me home after school, as nobody wanted to risk Mark attacking me again.

When we reached my locker, I found another printed note in there.

Repent and change your way or you will suffer

This wasn't a bible verse but sounded more like a thread. Without knowing who placed it, I couldn't do much about it.

* * *

While changing for phys ed, I noticed some glances in my direction. They seemed almost fearful, and it wasn't that way before.

"What's the matter?" I asked. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

There was silence. Finally, a girl answered, "Um, Karen Harris said, that you're an imposter, a boy who just wants to look at naked girls."

I had undressed to my underwear already. My cleavage was on full display while my member was tucked away.

"Do I look like a boy?" I asked. "Do I behave like a boy? Do I leer or stare? Did I do anything to you? Or do I just change here like every other girl?"

"Um, okay, but why would Karen say that if it's not true?"

"I don't know," I replied. "I think Karen just doesn't like transgender. But why do you believe her if you've seen that I'm not as she described me?"

"She's the cheerleading captain. She's very popular, and people listen to her."

"Just because she's popular doesn't make everything she says true. Sometimes people abuse their power. Think about it. If you really have a problem with me changing here, I'll have to address it somehow. Please talk to me then and not behind my back."

That caused some embarrassed looks. I hoped that it was enough to dispel Karen's rumor.

* * *

On the way to my next class, I saw a young boy, probably a freshman, getting intimidated by a larger one. I probably could have ignored it, but because of the protection pact, I decided to intervene.

"Hey, you, leave the kid alone!" I demanded.

The larger boy turned toward me and was actually larger than me, even in my heels. "What do you want, girly? This isn't your concern."

"You are bullying the kid, and we don't want any bullying here," I said. "So, it is my concern."

The bully recognized that I wasn't easily intimidated and that we got quite some attention, so he left with an "I see ya."

"Thanks," the small boy said.

"You're welcome," I replied and then introduced our protection pact and gave him the info text. This was only one little incident, but it was a start. The more members we had, the more bullying we could stop.

* * *

At lunch, the protection pact was too large to fit on one table row, so we had to split. I ended up with Lizzie and the LGBT group, Tim and his friend George joining us. I was happy to see the young boy I helped earlier that day at my table too.

Brian, Jonas, and Simon were there also. Before we sat down, I had to remind Jonas not to stare, though, as my cleavage worked like a magnet on his eyes. They ended up at the tables with the other fashion girls. The girls were successful in recruiting new members too, so I saw some further new and old faces.

We started with a round of introductions. I knew Ralph, of course. Some I've seen in classes but didn't really know, several others were new to me. Lizzie's ex, Ryan, was among the latter and looked like a young boy but had a lower voice than me. I later learned that he was on testosterone for some months already to change from girl to boy. Tim and George came out as gay to us. We were the first group they came out to, which started a discussion on coming out.

We were mostly juniors, but the young boy at my table was indeed a freshman, so we also discussed how to help the younger students. All in all, it was a fruitful meeting of the protection pact.

Team Chris transformed into the protection pact and has grown a lot.

* * *

Susan drove me home after school. I didn't like to impose on my friends but didn't see any other possibility.

When Mom came home, we immediately left for the appointment with my endocrinologist.

At the receptionist, I had the same embarrassing problem with my name and gender as on Tuesday. After some minutes, Christoper Walker was called up, and we entered the treatment room. My doctor looked confused when he saw me.

"Hello Ms. Walker, I was expecting your son, Christopher, not your daughter," he said.

"I am Christopher," I replied.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't recognize you. You changed a lot. The name Christopher doesn't fit anymore. Do you have a new name?"

"Yes, I live as a girl now and go by Christine."

"Okay. Let me change your record. There. I have some transgender patients, so I've seen changes like yours, but usually not so fast and not so unexpectedly."

I hadn't changed after school and was showing quite some cleavage. "Um, this isn't all me. I use breast enhancers."

"Okay, I was a bit worried there. Well, let's see how things developed."

I had to partially disrobe and got probed and measured before I could put my clothes back on.

"Your breast tissue has grown quite a lot more, but no anomalies," the doctor continued. "Your testosterone levels are still low. No significant change in the lab results. Usually, I'd recommend a testosterone supplement in such a case, but I assume that's not what you want?"

Testosterone? That would make me grow into a man.

I shuddered. "No, I don't."

"There is the option to go the other way, hormone replacement therapy with testosterone blocker and estrogen. But I'd need an evaluation by a gender therapist for that. You don't need to do anything, though. There is little harm in keeping things as they are. There'll probably be some facial and body hair growth eventually. Fertility might be reduced. Nothing that can't be handled."

"This is all still new," Mom said. "Chris decided to live as a girl just a week ago. Good that we don't have to take immediate action."

"Just a week?" The doctor asked in astonishment. "You look very sophisticated for that. Hmm, do you have a gender therapist?"

"No," I answered. "I didn't think I'd need one."

"I recommend that you see one. I can give you a referral, and I have a list of therapists in the area."

"We'll take them," Mom replied.

"Okay, I'd like to see you for a further checkup in 6 months unless there are significant changes," the doctor said and then bid goodbye.

We picked up the referral for Christine Walker and the list of therapists at the receptionist and then went home.

At home, Mom called the therapist closest to us. We were lucky that there was a cancellation, and I got an appointment for the next Thursday afternoon.

I pondered my reaction to the testosterone offer. Just a week ago, I'd probably have taken it. I told Lizzie on our date that I identified as a boy. And now I shuddered at the thought of growing into a man?

Perhaps the gender therapist is a good idea, after all.

For now, I enjoyed my life as a girl. I was looking forward to Saturday, to getting my ears pierced, and to my second date with Lizzie.

* * *

To be continued

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The Blue Dress - Part 6

by MonicaS

Copyright © 2021 Monica S.

Chris got bullied for being girly and was forced to wear a dress at school. To avoid the bullies, he started to live as a girl with support from friends and official recognition. Chris found some allies to fight the bullies. He went on his first date and now questions his gender. His path points towards girlhood with plans for pierced ears and a second date as a girl.

* * *

On Saturday morning, I wore my now usual outfit consisting of a short skirt, a top, and pantyhose, this time with sneakers. After breakfast, we went straight to the piercing studio. Before I could get my ears pierced, the piercer wanted to see ID to be sure Mom was actually my mother. With my new school ID, I didn't have to explain my boy's name for a change.

I chose fake diamond studs as my first earrings. I couldn't decide on the size, though.

"Mom, can I have my ears pierced twice, so I can wear both pairs?" I asked.

"Don't tempt me, Chris," Mom replied. "One piercing is enough."

I pouted, but it didn't work. In the end, I chose the bigger size.

The piercer then went to work, disinfected everything, marked the hole positions, and finally pierced the ears and inserted the studs. It only hurt a little bit, actually less than I expected.

After everything was done, the piercer told me about aftercare, to wait 6-8 weeks before replacing the earrings, and gave me a little pamphlet with information. We thanked him, and Mom paid for everything.

"Thank you, Mom," I said and hugged her.

"Well, You've been a wonderful daughter the whole week, so I can indulge you a bit."

I didn't exactly know what she meant by that. I did all my chores at home as a boy too.

Having done the most important thing, we went grocery shopping and got home in time to have lunch.

At lunch, we talked about our upcoming dates. Mom actually had a date that evening too. She had seen this guy for some weeks now, and Mom was hopeful that it would work out for a change. She had raised me alone all my life. Dating with a kid was hard, a bit easier in the last few years with me more grown-up. Sometimes she brought dates home, but they never lasted.

I, on the other hand, would only have my second date in my whole life. I was very excited. I liked Lizzie, and she seemed to like me too. I really wanted it to work. Mom was happy for me but didn't really like that Lizzie would pick me up with her motorcycle. I tried to reassure her by telling her how experienced Lizzie already was and how careful she rode. Mom stayed skeptical but did allow it in the end.

I thought about an outfit for my date. A skirt was impractical on a bike, so I had to wear jeans. I wanted to feel sexy, though, so I chose a low cut top. That meant one of my sexier bras too. I decided on a full lingerie set, including a garter belt and stockings. Lizzy probably wouldn't see it, but I would know. Riding with my heels had worked fine, so I added my high heeled black ankle boots to my mental list. I'd complete it with my black leather jacket.

Finally, it was time, and I redid my makeup a bit more elaborately and dressed as planned. Lizzie was quite punctual, so I didn't have to nervously wait for long. Perhaps I was too eager, but I left the house immediately when I heard her bike arrive.

Lizzie wore again black jeans and her tan leather jacket, just a different top. She didn't have that big of a choice because she always rode her bike. Well, Lizzie didn't like skirts or dresses anyway, for herself that is, she seemed pleased with my blue dress on Wednesday.

"Hello Christine," she greeted and hugged me after dismounting and removing her helmet. "Ready for the ride?"

I hugged her back and replied, "Hi Lizzie, sure, I have everything I need."

"I see you adjusted your style. Still in heels, though. I would break my ankles in stiletto heels."

"Practice makes perfect," I joked a bit as I certainly didn't have much experience. But I felt fine in my heels. Perhaps I was a natural? Lizzie was almost as tall as me in my 4" heels, which means she was probably 5' 7".

"Perhaps you have to teach me," Lizzie continued.

"Nah, I like being the same height as you."

"Okay, that does have advantages. For example, it's easier to do this." With that, she gave me a quick kiss on the mouth.

I blushed and didn't know what to say.

"Let's go then," Lizzie said and then waved towards the front window.
When I turned, I saw Mom there. She must have watched us. How embarrassing. At least she smiled. Well, I gave her a wave too.

Then we donned our helmets, and I straddled the seat behind Lizzie, again enjoying the closeness. As planned, we rode to a movie theatre.

We chose an action movie with a female main character. The heroine was smart and beautiful and had a take-charge personality, just like my date. During one nerve-wracking scene, Lizzie took my hand and then didn't let go for the rest of the movie. I liked it.

Eventually, the movie was over, and we rode to a restaurant. We found a cozy table with a corner bench where we could sit close to each other and watch the room.

After ordering, we talked about the movie a bit, then about movies and TV in general. We found out that we had a similar taste.

"Watching a movie in a cinema is fun for a change, but we could just watch something together at home, too," I suggested.

"Yeah, I'd like that, snuggling together in front of the TV. It could be much more intimate."

Lizzie then put her hand on my thigh and caressed me. It aroused me, but thanks to my gaff, nothing showed. I got a bit uncomfortable, though.

"Hmm, what's this bump?" she wondered.

I blushed and hesitantly answered, "It's a garter tab."

"So, you have some naughty lingerie underneath this?" Lizzie asked.

"I ... I just wanted to feel sexy. It doesn't mean I expect today to end with us in bed."

"Too bad," she replied and grinned mischievously. "Well, to be honest, I'd like to wait with that until we met each other's parents."

"Um, yes. That's more sensible."

"So, do you want to come over next Saturday?"

"Unfortunately, I don't have time next weekend," I answered and then told Lizzie about my self-defense course. It turned out she had the same course some months ago and liked it.

"Too bad we girls have to be afraid of being attacked," Lizzie commented.

"Already happened," I replied and then told her of Mark's attack on Thursday.

Lizzy hugged me. "Damn Mark. But you're strong and don't cave in. I've seen how you dressed yesterday. You certainly don't cower before Mark."

"That was more show than real courage. I'm afraid to go anywhere alone now. My Mom drives me to school, and my friends drive me home."

"I can take you home too. I need to meet your mother anyway. And we're all fighting against the bullies now. Together we're strong. The self-defense course should help you regain your confidence, too."

"Yeah, I know two more people complained about Mark. The principal has to do something now. And then there are the other bullies."

"Either the principal will deal with them, or we'll have to expose them, to shame them into stopping," Lizzie said. "But enough of this. I want to have fun with you and not brood about bullies. So back to sexy lingerie. This will be a change for me. You are much more feminine than I'm used to, and I like it. Ryan never showed any interest in lingerie. I think I should try it and show off my assets too." She hinted at my exposed cleavage.

"You're beautiful as you are and don't need to change."

"What you wouldn't want me to lie on the bed, my private parts barely covered by a lacy bra and panties set, stockings attached to my garter belt, and high heels on my feet, when you come into the room?" Lizzie asked sensually.

The thought aroused me visibly.

"Yeah, I thought so," Lizzie continued. "I think it would be fun. We could caress our nylon clad legs." She moved closer to me and caressed my thigh again. "And then we could kiss," she said and started to kiss me. It wasn't the short kiss she'd given me before, but a much more sensual, longer-lasting kiss. I leaned into it and kissed her back.

Unfortunately, we were interrupted by an "Ahem" from the server who arrived with our food. I was embarrassed about the waiter and perhaps other guests observing our display of affection. My new girlfriend certainly had fewer qualms about it.

"What's the matter?" Lizzie asked after the server left. "Are you afraid to kiss a girl in public, to be seen as a lesbian?"

"No, that's not it. I'm not used to kissing at all, certainly not in such a public space."

"Okay, I'll tone it down. I don't want you to be embarrassed. At least not too much," Lizzie said and caressed my leg a bit more before she started her meal.

While eating, the topic of our conversation was less intimate. Soon after completion, the check arrived, and we split the bill. After leaving the building, I was reluctant to end the date but didn't know where to go. We were much too young for a bar. My girlfriend must have felt similar as she pulled me into a dark corner.

"Is it okay if we kiss here, unobserved?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied, and this time I started the kiss. It started light and sensual but got more steamy with time. Our hands roamed each other's bodies while staying away from the nether regions. My gaff got stretched to the limit, and it hurt somewhat, but that didn't matter. This went on for many minutes, escalating more and more until a car arrived and illuminated our corner.

With the spell broken, we decided to head home. When I arrived, Mom wasn't home yet. I decided to go to bed early and read a bit. Reading didn't work out, though, because I reminisced about the date and what it meant. Lizzie seemed to want it to go further, just like me. I considered her my girlfriend now. Making out was hot, and I wondered what sex with her would be like. But first, we had to meet each other's parents.

Apropos parents, my mother arrived seemingly not alone. I heard them head directly into her bedroom, and soon after, there were unmistakable sounds of them having sex. I guess not everybody seeks family approval before having an intimate relationship. Sleep didn't come easy that night.

* * *

Sunday morning, I had to take care of my newly pierced ears. This would be a regular twice-daily procedure for the next weeks, but it wasn't that hard.

I decided to dress in a short skirt, top, and pantyhose again. Even though I didn't expect to go out, I applied my usual makeup and filled my bra with the enhancers. This was my new regular appearance, it was how I wanted to look.

I sat in the kitchen and had breakfast when a guy dressed only in boxer shorts appeared. He was tall and muscular, quite handsome as far as I could determine that as a lesbian.

"Hi sexy lady," he greeted me, "I didn't know there's another hot woman in the house. I only know about Christopher. Are you his girlfriend? I'm Walter, by the way." He offered his hand while his eyes traveled over my body.

It seems Mom didn't tell him about my change, I thought.

I shook his hand and replied, "Hi Walter, I'm Chris."

"Chris and Christopher, huh? Where is the bum, still lazing around in bed?"

I didn't like his attitude and was unsure how to proceed. This was the guy Mom wanted a long-term relationship with, and I didn't want to ruin it. But I certainly couldn't pretend to be somebody else, so I had to tell him the truth.

"There is only one Chris," I said. "It was short for Christopher, now it's short for Christine."

He looked confused. "What do you mean? You're a guy? Nah, you're joking. You're much too hot to be a guy."

"Well, thank you, I guess. But it's no joke. I was Christopher."

"Oh no, it's true? You're a damn trap, tricking me into gay thoughts. You're a freak. Stay away from me." With that, Walter retreated a bit.

Now it was time for me to be confused. I had never had such a reaction. Fortunately, Mom arrived at that moment.

"Hi Walter, hi Chris," she greeted us. "What's the commotion?"

"Why didn't you tell me your son is pretending to be a girl?" Walter asked.

"Pretending? Umm, I should have told you about it. Chris is transgender, and she's living as a girl now. That's not pretending, though."

"He's a trap, a freak. How can you allow that?"

"What are you calling my daughter? If you think like this, there is no future for us. I think you should leave now," Mom angrily said.

"Yeah, I better do. I don't want to stay near this freak." With that, Walter went into Mom's bedroom, quickly dressed, and left without saying goodbye.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I said.

"Oh honey, it's not your fault," Mom replied. "I thought Walter was a good guy. How wrong I was. I guess I'm lucky he showed his ugly side before this went any further."

"I didn't like him from the start. He practically leered at me before I told him I was Christopher. And it went downhill from there."

"There just aren't any good men available," Mom said and sighed.

I hugged her. "I'm sure there are. Perhaps you're looking at the wrong place." I knew she was using dating apps. Perhaps the good guys got snatched away while the bad apples remained.

"Did your date go better, at least?" Mom asked.

"Yeah." I got dreamy when I remembered it.

"Did you think about protection?"

"Mom! We didn't have sex yet, but I hope we will soon. I got condoms, so that's covered. Lizzie wants to meet you, by the way. Do you have time this week?"

"Oh, she does? I'm free all evenings, now that Walter is gone. Argh, I shouldn't think about him anymore. I'm happy to meet your girlfriend. Tell me all about your date."

So I did just that, with an appropriate filter, of course.

* * *

Monday morning, I was at school early again. This time there was no sign of Mark anywhere even though I saw some of his goons. Actually, he had missed phys ed on Friday also.

I saw the larger boy who had bullied our new freshman member acting suspiciously in a dark corner a bit away. Paula was just arriving, so I waved her over.

"Hi Paula," I greeted her, "I think the protection pact is needed. Please follow me."

This time the bully wasn't alone. He and two additional guys were surrounding another young student. They were exchanging some nasty words. Just when I reached them, I saw the main bully draw his arm back for a punch.

"Stop it!" I shouted.

It worked as the punch didn't follow. He turned towards me and said, "Ah, you again, girlie. Why are you always disturbing my fun?"

"Bullying is no fun."

"Only if you're a doormat," the bully replied and laughed.

This infuriated me. He had no scruples, it seemed. "How can you be so nasty?"

"I'm just a winner."

"Only until you lose," I said through clenched teeth.

He just laughed and left with an "I see ya" again. His two goons followed without a word.

"I'll watch you," I called after them.

"Thanks," the bullying victim said, "but I would have managed alone. He doesn't know what I'm capable of. I'm Oliver, by the way."

"Hi Oliver, this is Paula, and I'm Chris," I replied and gave him information about our protection pact and invited him.

"I'm not really a victim," Oliver said. "I always dish out at least as much as I take."

"But wouldn't it be better if you didn't have to fight at all?" I asked. "Besides, you could help others too. Together we're stronger."

"Okay, you're right."

"Who was this guy anyway? I better know who to look out for."

"Oh, that was Xavier Delmonte. He's a freshman just like me, but he is so full of it, just because his parents are rich and he's taller than most freshmen."

Another rich bully. Well, we can't let them ruin school for us.

* * *

At lunch, I was happy to see new members joining our pact, including Oliver and Melanie, Mark's ex. Somebody said that Mark was missing because he got three days of suspension, causing cheers around the tables. We had the first indication of success.

Then Anne announced a Halloween costume party and invited us all. Halloween was 2½ weeks away, and I hadn't thought much about it yet. I didn't run around the houses anymore and didn't dress up in the previous years. So I had no costume lined up, and others had the same problem.

Anne suggested that we fashion girls could use our current class project to create our own costumes. We had started last week, and it was due in two weeks. Last week we had measured ourselves and adjusted some patterns to match our measurements. We didn't cut any fabric yet, so we could still change our project. We didn't have much time left, though, so Anne invited us to her home to look for costume ideas.

Regarding protection pact activities, I suggested paying special attention to Xavier, as he seemed to be a menace to the freshmen. We'd follow him if possible and interfere in all bullying attempts.

* * *

Later in the day, I was just leaving my stall when Karen entered the bathroom.

"You again," Karen said. "Can't I ever have my peace in here?"

"Hello Karen," I greeted her. "I'm doing nothing. You're the one spreading rumors about me."

"Ha, rumors. I know it's the truth. I just don't know how you managed to convince everybody that you're a girl, even the principal. And now I had this nice chat with him where he forbid me to tell the truth. Where are our first amendment rights? You communists will be the downfall of the US with your thought control. Damm, I have to go." With that, Karen entered a stall and slammed the door shut.

I washed my hands, freshened my makeup, and left the bathroom while Karen was still ranting without anybody listening.

* * *

After school, Anne took me home with her. A few more girls took her offer too. We looked through costume sites on our phones and discussed look and feasibility.

I was searching for sexy witch costumes. A lot of them were not sexy enough, while others showed too much skin. Finally, I found one I liked and would be manageable with my skills, I hoped. The main component was a black mini dress with tulle sleeves and an attached long see-through skirt. Additionally, there seemed to be some wings or feathers in the back. This was accompanied by a typical witch's hat, fishnet pantyhose, and heels.

There were some fabrics available at school, but perhaps I would need additional materials. I was sure there were no feathers. So I ordered feathers and fishnet pantyhose on the net and would have to see for the rest.

It was good to be among my friends, the fashion girls. We didn't just talk about the costumes, of course. For example, I showed off my newly pierced ears and had to tell them about my dates with Lizzie. Well, the abridged version, I don't kiss and tell.

After a nice afternoon, Susan drove me home. The whole day was good, actually, with Karen barred from spreading rumors, Mark in suspension, and Xavier's bullying thwarted. And I was looking forward to creating my Halloween costume and wearing it to Anne's party.

* * *

To be continued

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The Blue Dress - Part 7

by MonicaS

Copyright © 2021 Monica S.

Chris got bullied for being girly and was forced to wear a dress at school. To avoid the bullies, he started to live as a girl with support from friends and official recognition. Chris found some allies to fight the bullies and had some first successes. Besides that, Chris found a girlfriend and made plans for a Halloween costume. Chris' gender identity was another topic to address.

* * *

Tuesday morning, I was looking into my closet for an outfit. My limited amount of female clothing meant I had worn most of what's suitable for school already. I chose my self-cut jeans shorts and paired them with black pantyhose and my stiletto heeled ankle boots. As I didn't have to walk to school anymore, I could get away with them. A t-shirt and a suit jacket completed the look.

When I arrived at school, there were a group of Mark's goons standing in front of the school. I looked around and saw Oliver, the new freshman member of the protection pact, nearby.

"Hi Oliver, can you cover me?" I asked. "I want to talk to some bullies and would like some backup."

"Um, sure," he replied.

So I went to the group of three boys who had helped Mark bullying me. I had phys ed together with them, so I knew their names.

"Hi guys," I greeted them. "I'd like to talk to ..."

Aaron, the smallest of the three, stepped into my personal space and said, "Fuck off, bitch."

I backed away involuntarily as he was still taller than me in my high heels, but then I caught myself and stood my ground. "I want to have a civil conversation with you," I said.

"I don't want to talk to you though, you little snitch."

"Is that your problem? I'm not the only one Mark bullied. Some people finally reported Mark's unacceptable behavior, and you blame them? Mark brought this on himself."

"And we're next? You'll see what'll happen then."

"I'm not after you, but I want you to stop bullying. Aaron, Donald, Kevin, you all know you're hurting people. You got away with it because people didn't bother or were afraid to say something. But that is over now. I'm not alone anymore, I found many allies, and we're watching you. Now I want you to think about it, is feeling superior worth the consequences? Do you really want to follow in Mark's footsteps and get suspended too, or worse?"

Donald and Kevin looked down and seemed to think about my words. Aaron wasn't finished, though, and whispered, "You'll be alone at some point, and then we'll get you."

"You threaten to assault me? That isn't a prank anymore but serious business. Are you prepared to become a criminal? Are you sure your friends are?"

Aaron turned towards Donald and Kevin and said, "Guys, we can't let him win."

They couldn't look him into the eyes.

"Guys?" Aaron asked and seemed surprised his friends didn't back him up.

"Aaron, we don't have to be enemies," I said. "If you stop bullying, I'll forgive you all for what you've done to me. You probably did it to be friends with Mark, but is he important enough to go down with him?"

Aaron had turned back to me and was now clenching his fists. I was afraid he'd actually punch me, but he regarded Oliver next to me and seemed discouraged. Aaron turned back to the other boys and angrily said, "You wimps. He's just a little sissy. You have to back me up."

"You can't tell me what to do, Aaron," Kevin replied. "I'm sick of you playing boss while Mark is away. And Chris is right, this isn't worth it. Donald, let's go."

Kevin then went into the school building. Donald looked from Kevin to Aaron and back again and then followed Kevin. Aaron watched them leave, speechless for a moment. Then he turned to me. "This isn't over," he said and went inside too.

That went better than expected, I thought.

"Thank you, Oliver, for your support," I said.

"It was a pleasure," he replied. "I like your attitude and courage. And you have a way with words."

* * *

When I arrived at my locker, I got a shock. There were big letters written on it with a permanent marker.

GOD

HATES

FAGS

I checked if I could rub it off, but of course, it didn't work. This religious bigot went too far, and they didn't even get the facts right as I wasn't a gay boy. If I was homosexual, I was a lesbian girl. I had to report it now. So I took a picture of it, retrieved the earlier messages, and went to the school administration.

I explained everything to the secretary and gave her my evidence. She wrote everything down and said that a janitor would clean my locker, but it might take some time.

Fortunately, I arrived at school early, so I wasn't late for class, at least.

* * *

Our fashion teacher accepted that we changed our current projects to Halloween costumes. I wouldn't adhere 100% to the costume picture I found but adjusted my current project. I had started on a long-sleeved minidress design already and created self-made patterns. Now I needed to add the long skirt part, which was quite simple as it was basically a rectangle. I had to find suitable fabrics for my costume, and luckily the school had all I needed. I still would have to buy a zipper, though.

I discussed my project with the teacher, and she liked it. I still needed a pattern for the hat, and she showed me how to construct one. Additionally, she suggested millinery wire to stiffen the hat.

I roughly pinned all my pattern pieces to the bolts of cloth I had selected and cut off the parts I needed. I was finished in time to return the bolts before the class ended. I even managed to order the missing items online.

Now I had to cut the pieces and sew them together. I could do that at home too.

* * *

During phys ed, I happened to stand close to Kevin in a lul.

"Thanks, Kevin, for standing up against Aaron this morning," I said.

"I didn't do it for you," he replied. "I just don't want to get into trouble. Don't think we're friends now."

Ah well, I guess I can't convince everybody. At least Kevin stops bullying, I thought.

* * *

At lunch, our ever-growing protection pact met again. I noticed that we were split up the same way as the days before, the LGBT people on one table row, and most others on the other one. I suggested mixing up so we could share experiences and got to know each other better. Everybody agreed, and after a short while, we had shuffled around.

I still sat next to Lizzie, and we exchanged some affection, no kissing though. I told her my Mom was free in the evenings, and Lizzie suggested coming over after school to meet her. She could take me home, so I wouldn't need to arrange for somebody else to do that. Lizzie had talked to her parents too and invited me to meet them on Friday.

* * *

After school, Lizzie and I rode home on her bike. With my shorts instead of my usual skirts, I didn't have a problem showing my underwear. The trip was short enough that my lack of pant legs was no problem.

At home, we first did our homework and then watched some TV. I don't remember much of the show as we snuggled up and soon started touching and then kissing each other. Eventually, we got rid of our shirts and explored more of our bodies. It was the first time somebody besides my doctor touched my breasts. They were very sensitive, but Lizzie was gentle, and I enjoyed it very much.

Suddenly we heard Mom's car arrive and scrambled for our shirts. We got dressed in time, but our hair and makeup were a mess. So much for Lizzie making a good first impression.

"Hi Mom," I greeted her when she came in, "This is Lizzie."

"Hello, Mrs. Walker," Lizzie said and offered her hand.

"Hello, Lizzie," Mom replied and shook her hand with a smile, "I've heard a lot of you in the last few days. Hi Chris, I see you've been ... busy. You might want to freshen up."

I blushed as Mom could see what we were up to. So Lizzie and I went into my room, and I used some makeup remover to clean my girlfriend's face. I looked at her and thought how lucky I was to find her. Then I kissed her. The kissing lasted some minutes before I realized that Mom would be waiting. I then had to clean Lizzie's face again.

A few more minutes later, we were freshly styled and entered the kitchen, where Mom had started with dinner preparations. We helped her, and soon dinner was ready, and we all sat at the table to eat.

"So you are girlfriends now?" Mom asked eventually.

"I think so," I replied.

"Yes, we are," Lizzie confirmed. "We really hit it off when we started dating."

"This is all so sudden, so many changes for Chris," Mom said. "Are you sure it's not rushed?"

"We're not getting married tomorrow," my girlfriend replied and laughed. "We might discover that it's not working out in the future, but for now, it feels just right."

"I'm still not sure about your gender change, Chris," Mom said. "It only started because this boy forced you into the blue dress. I see that you're much happier now that you live as a girl, but I'm afraid that's mostly because you found friends, not because you're really a girl. And you're getting in deeper and deeper. Lizzie, as I understand it, you're a lesbian. How would you feel if Chris would return to live as a boy?"

"I ... I don't know," Lizzie replied. "It happened before. My ex-girlfriend is now living as a boy. We are still friends, but our relationship didn't survive. I don't see that with Christine, though. She's much more feminine than my ex ever was. I just can't imagine she'll go back."

"I'm determined to live as a girl," I said, "it just feels right. I think Mark did me a favor with the blue dress after all."

"What about your parents, Lizzie?" Mom asked. "How do they feel about Chris being a boy just 2 weeks ago?"

"I didn't tell them," Lizzie answered. "I don't think they'd mind as they're quite open-minded and accepted the gender change of my ex, for example, but it's for Christine to tell them if she wants to."

"I think I should tell your parents," I said. "They will hear about it anyway, and it's best if they hear it from me. I hope you're right about them not minding."

"I guess we'll have to see how things develop," Mom said. "Chris, I still think you're too impulsive and rush into situations you don't comprehend. I hope talking to your therapist on Thursday will help."

"Ah yes, I still don't know how to get there," I said, "I probably need to go by bus."

"I can take you there if you want," Lizzie offered.

"And I can take you back home," Mom said.

"Thanks." It was good that I didn't have to go by bus. It would have taken ages.

We talked a lot more. Mom was still inquisitive and asked Lizzie about her hobbies and childhood, for example. Mom was very interested in Lizzie's experience with motorbikes as I rode with her often. My girlfriend managed to mollify her, though. Eventually, Lizzie had to go home, and I said goodbye with a kiss.

* * *

On Wednesday, nothing noteworthy happened at school. Who would have thought that could be the case again.

After school, I worked on my Halloween costume. I cut all the pieces and started sewing. The items I ordered were still missing, so I couldn't complete the dress, but it was enough for a first try-on. It needed some adjustments, but that had to wait for another day.

* * *

Thursday morning, Mark was back at school and stood near the entrance when I arrived. His court was smaller though, at least Kevin and Donald were missing. His eyes were glued on me when I approached. I expected anger because I caused his suspension, but I think I detected lust instead. Perhaps my outfit helped. I was dressed in a short skirt, black patterned pantyhose, and high heels with a low-cut shirt and my leather jacket on top. Additionally, I had improved my makeup over the last two weeks. I might have lusted after myself.

I was in a daring mood and decided to up the ante. When I was close to Mark's group, I let my purse slip from my shoulder. With an "Oops," I turned my back to them and bent over to pick my purse up. I knew I showed a lot of leg, but my skirt wasn't that short that my panties should show. And even if they did, I wore black panties so nothing would be visible.

I got some catcalls even though they all knew I was male under my clothes. I turned towards them and posed, showing off my cleavage.

"Hi guys," I said in my most feminine voice. "I'm such a ditz. You didn't see anything, did you?"

I ignored their comments and strutted into the building.

"Hey Chris," I heard Jamie call me from behind and waited for her.

"Hi Jamie," I greeted her when she reached me.

"Hi Chris, I saw what you did there," she said. "Are you sure it's a good idea to tease them like that? They might think it's an invitation to come on to you or worse."

"They won't bully me then, at least."

"You don't have much experience with boys as a girl yet. It can get nasty if they like you too much, especially with the jock types. Often they don't take no for an answer."

"But why would they want anything from me? I still have a male body after all," I said.

"Oh girl, don't you know how hot you are? Some will certainly ignore or forget that fact. Didn't you see how they looked at you?"

"Yeah, especially Mark. I thought that it would be better that he's hot for me than for him to want to hit me."

"Be careful. With Mark, you never know what he'll do," Jamie warned me.

"So should I dress down now?"

"No, but don't tease them intentionally."

"Hmm, okay."

We went to our lockers then. My locker stood out now as it was cleaner than the others after the slur from Tuesday was removed. When I opened it I found a new printed message on a piece of paper though.

I'll exact GOD's vengeance if you don't stop in your sinful ways.

"Is that a threat?" I asked Jamie.

"Looks like it to me, but what would they do?"

"Hmm, until now, they only acted on my locker, either put messages in there or on the door."

"They could put something nasty in there," Jamie said.

"Perhaps. That could ruin my books. I better take them home."

"That'll be quite a hassle. You could put the books into plastic bags. But then again, you won't know when it'll be over."

"Hmm, the messages arrived every other school day, always before fashion class. So they must have placed them either early in the morning or after classes. After classes would be risky because somebody could be left, so I bet on mornings. Monday morning would be the next time if they keep the pattern. I'll try to be here when the doors get opened so I can catch them."

"You want to do it alone? What if they get physical? Hmm, I could be here early too," Jamie offered.

"You want to help me? That would be nice."

I rearranged the contents of my locker to make it less susceptible to icky stuff, just in case I was wrong about the timing. Then we went to the first class of the day.

* * *

When I walked to phys ed, Mark and Aaron happened to be in the hallway in front of the locker rooms. Mark turned towards me, probably because he heard the distinct sound of my high heels. He had the lustful gaze again and followed my every move.

After I passed them, I heard Aaron say, "Damn Mark, get Chrissy out of your head. He's a dude."

In the gym, I caught Mark staring at me quite often too. I wondered if Mark was sexually obsessing about me now. The thought about him doing anything about it made me shudder. I should heed Jamie's warning and hoped Mark didn't want to make me his girlfriend.

* * *

At lunch, Mark and his friends sat down at the table next to mine, so that he had a good view of me. This was getting creepy, he never sat in our corner. Fortunately, I was surrounded by my friends with Lizzie next to me. I decided not to let Mark get into my head and ignored him. I displayed my affection towards Lizzie just like before, even gave her a little kiss. Perhaps that would show him I was taken already.

On the protection pact, we discussed project Xavier. The bully wasn't deterred by our multiple interferences. So we decided that all who had witnessed his bullyings would report them the next morning so that the school administration could hopefully stop him. We had new members who pointed out additional bullies we would have to watch. On the other hand, our members experienced less bullying because they were not alone anymore, and most bullies only acted on single targets.

Additionally, we decided to go public, to create flyers with a description of our protection pact and the contact info. Anne would print them, and we'd start distributing them on Friday.

* * *

After school, I rode home with Lizzie. Once we were home, I set an alarm for my therapy session. We started doing our homework and were nearly finished when I said something wrong, and Lizzie laughed a bit.

"So you think that's funny? Let's see how you like this," I said and started tickling her. I found out she was really ticklish, and she howled with laughter.

"Stop, stop," she pleaded.

"Make me stop."

Then Lizzie started to kiss me. That actually did the trick as my hands found better things to do. The kisses escalated, and we lost track of time. Eventually, we were interrupted by the alarm.

I was still (mostly) dressed in my school outfit, so I changed into more appropriate clothes for a long bike ride, which meant jeans and trainers. Then we had to fix our hair and remove our makeup. Perhaps I should invest in kissproof lipstick and waterproof mascara.

"Damn, we don't have enough time to redo my makeup," I said. "Now I'll look like a boy."

"Look into the mirror again," Lizzie replied and laughed. "Can you see a boy in there? I can't."

"Hmm, okay, I guess with my long hair I can pass as a girl without makeup. But I'm not looking good without it."

"You are beautiful no matter what."

"You're just saying that because you watch me through rose-tinted glasses," I said.

"Well, perhaps a bit. But seriously, you don't need makeup to look good even if you look even better with makeup."

I couldn't do anything about it now anyway. So we put our jackets and helmets on and rode to the therapist. We arrived just in time. I kissed Lizzie as a thank-you, without danger of smeared makeup this time, and she was on her way home.

I went inside the building and was greeted by a receptionist who handled the paperwork. When we were finished, she sent me into a room with a desk with a computer on it, a big bookcase, and two armchairs around a small table. A man in his forties sat at the desk and stood up when I entered.

"Hello, my name is John Parker," the therapist introduced himself, "and you are Christine Walker? How do you want to be addressed?"

"Hello Mr. Parker, Chris is fine," I replied.

We sat down at the table, and Mr. Parker explained how he worked and assured confidentiality, even towards my mother.

"I'll ask you some questions to get an idea about your situation," the therapist said. "Your mother told me that you identify as a boy. Since when do you think of yourself as a boy?"

"Hmm, since I know the difference between boys and girls."

"But you live as a girl?"

"Yes," I answered.

"You dress quite androgynously. Do you try to express your gender identity that way?"

I looked down on myself and noticed that I actually wore quite boyish clothes. "Well, usually I wear something unambiguous now. I didn't have much time when I dressed and didn't think about it."

"When did you start to dress that way?"

"Two weeks ago."

"How did people react to it?" Mr. Parker asked.

"All my friends and most others at school accept it. Even the bullies don't say much because of the anti-discrimination rules. It went much better than I expected."

"Ah, that's good. Not all trans persons have a positive experience when they come out. Do you experience gender dysphoria?"

"I'm not sure if I understand that term correctly," I answered.

"Gender dysphoria means distress about wrong body parts, or because you are misgendered or not seen as the gender you identify as. Do you have any negative emotions in that direction?"

"Actually, no. But I do feel better now. I like my new clothes and the role change."

"Hmm, that's rare for transgender people," the therapist elaborated. "Most of my clients have gender dysphoria of some sort, which causes the desire to change. So what prompted your change?"

"Actually, it was that somebody at school forced me into a dress."

"How did you feel about it?"

"I was teased about being a girl before," I replied. "The bullies wanted to make me a laughingstock, and I was afraid of them. To escape it, I did the whole role reversal. And it worked, thanks to the support from the girls."

"I don't know if I understand that correctly, but it sounds like some sort of catharsis. You said you identified as a boy long before. Did you never feel the need to express that before?"

"I don't know what you mean. I always dressed as a boy."

"Huh? Then what did you change?" Mr. Parker asked and seemed confused.

"I dress as a girl now." Duh, that's the whole reason I'm here, I thought.

"Wait a minute. Were you born as a boy or as a girl?"

"As a boy."

"Oh no," the therapist said and laughed. "I thought the whole time you were changing from girl to boy. Okay, let me get this straight. You were living as a boy without any gender issues until two weeks ago?"

"Well, I might have been a bit girly, but basically yes."

"And then somebody forced you into a dress, and you started to live as a girl?"

"Yes."

"But you still identify as a boy?"

"Well, that is the crux," I answered. "I know that I'm physically a boy, at least mostly."

"Mostly?"

"I have gynecomastia, so I have some breast growth. Actually, that might have an influence on my self-image. Anyway, I like living as a girl, the clothes, the friendship with other girls, everything. I even have a lesbian girlfriend. I have no problem being seen as a girl. I go by Christine now, changed my name at school. On the other hand, I cringe when somebody calls me Christopher now. So am I really a boy still?"

"Chris, you seem comfortable in your role as a girl. That is what I saw when you entered, even in your gender-neutral clothes. Together with the info I had that caused me to think you were transitioning female to male. Sorry for that," Mr. Parker said.

"No harm done."

"The question of your gender identity can only be answered by yourself. I can only provide hints and questions so you can get a clear understanding. Basically, where you're at is the difference between a crossdresser, somebody who dresses in female clothes but sees himself as a man, and a trans woman, somebody born male but identifying as a woman. There is also the possibility of being non-binary, to identify neither fully as a man nor a woman. So it's not clear cut, but there are multiple valid reasons for you to dress and live as a girl, so there's nothing wrong with that. More important than this is that you're happy. Do you understand this?"

"Yes, I think so," I answered.

"You might change in how you feel about all this, and that's valid too. It's probably all very new and exciting for you at the moment, but that won't last. So listen to your needs and don't accept pressure to stay as you are now. I know it's not always easy with expectations from your school environment, friends, and especially your girlfriend, but in the long run, you have to do what makes you happy. I'd say feel free to experiment, but in our society, that can backfire. So I'll say, feel free to experiment within reason. There are many ways how you can express your gender."

"Okay. I feel fine as I am right now. Well, actually, I feel better with more feminine clothes and makeup. Bigger breasts would be nice."

"That is fine too, but don't give in to the unrealistic beauty standards created by Instagram and co. You don't need any makeup to be a girl. You're pretty just as you are, which is actually quite astonishing. You don't take any hormones, do you?" The therapist asked.

"No, but I have a low testosterone level. That probably makes me look quite feminine."

"Okay, I don't want to worry you, but that might change. Did you talk with your doctor about hormones?"

"Yes, he explained my options. He wants your okay before giving me female hormones, though," I said.

"I can understand that you're eager to get hormones, but they have permanent consequences. I'd like you to settle down and get a clear image of your future before deciding on hormones. You seem to manage fine without the help of hormones, so I hope you're okay with that."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

"So, do you have any questions?" Mr. Parker asked.

"Perhaps you can explain more about gender identities."

So he did that. It was more complicated than I thought, and I had to think about how I fit in. I still couldn't decide, but I had a better idea now. I knew I wanted to continue on my current path and that it was okay.

Eventually, the session came to an end, and I scheduled the next session in four weeks. A few minutes after I left, Mom picked me up, and I told her what I had learned on the way home.

I still had to figure out my gender identity, but that wasn't so urgent. I had more pressing topics like meeting Lizzie's parents on Friday or the self-defense course the following weekend.

* * *

To be continued

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The Blue Dress - Part 8

by MonicaS

Copyright © 2021 Monica S.

Chris got bullied for being girly and was forced to wear a dress at school. To avoid the bullies, he started to live as a girl with support from friends and official recognition. Chris found some allies to fight the bullies and had some first successes. Chris found a girlfriend, and their relationship progressed. He saw a therapist regarding his gender identity, which was still not clear. Upcoming were a visit to his girlfriend's parents and a self-defense course.

* * *

On Friday morning, I thought about meeting Lizzie's parents later that day. I would ride with Lizzie to her home after school, so I wouldn't be able to change. I wanted to look nice but not too sexy. I thought about my skirts, all of them very short, but then my eyes fell on the blue dress that started it all. I had worn it to our first date, and it worked out fine. I just had to remember that riding a bike with it could potentially show my underwear. So I decided to wear it with nude-colored panties over my gaff together with tan pantyhose. I took extra care with my makeup and added false eyelashes to my usual routine. The blue heels and my leather jacket completed the look.

* * *

When I arrived at school, I chatted with some of my friends in front of the entrance. Then Mark showed up and approached me.

"Hi Chrissy, you are wearing my dress," he said and smiled.

"Hi Mark, thanks again for the gift," I replied in my sweetest voice. "Remember you gave it to me and insisted I wear it for my coming out. Without you, I would never have realized who I really am."

"Is that how you view it?" he asked.

"No, that was sarcastic," I said in a lower voice. "You tormented me this whole school year and crowed it with this dress."

"I'm sorry for that, but I was right that you're a girl. You are beautiful," he said and seemed totally smitten.

This is unexpected. Mark apologizes? I thought.

"Am I to believe you're a good guy now after you punched me last week?" I asked.

"That's in the past. I was mad and had to save my face. I had some time to think and don't blame you anymore. I want to make amends. I'd like to invite you to dinner at a restaurant."

"You want a date?" I asked incredulously.

"Just to talk and to overcome our past difficulties."

"I can't believe you think I'd agree to that. I don't like you and don't think you really changed."

"Give me a chance," he almost pleaded.

At that moment, Lizzie arrived on her motorbike and parked it close to the entrance.

"Sorry, I have to greet my girlfriend."

I went over to Lizzie and kissed her in greeting.

"You don't believe what just happened. Mark asked me for a date," I told her.

"What? Is he crazy? After all he's done to you? Besides, you're mine," she replied and kissed me as confirmation."

After the kiss, I looked at Mark and saw various emotions flash over his face, from disbelief over anger to resignation. He then went into the school building.

"I think he really has the hots for me," I said. "I don't know how this will end, though."

* * *

Before the first class started, I dropped off my report on Xavier at the school administration. In it, I described the two encounters I had intercepted and another one I had seen from afar. I hoped the administration could make Xavier stop bullying. If even Mark could be remorseful after counseling and suspension, it might work on Xavier too.

When I left the office, I saw the next one of our group arrive, probably dropping off their report too. Shortly after that, I passed a notice board and saw one of our flyers hanging there, so Anne was distributing them already. The protection pact was busy.

I then went to my locker, and everything was fine. I had brought some plastic bags to protect the contents as much as possible. I'd have to wait for Monday to see if my reasoning was correct.

* * *

At lunch, we saw the first effects of your flyers. Some new people came up who none of us had spoken to yet. Not all were suffering from bullying though, a few joined just to help. Additionally, some students just requested to be added to our group chat. So it was a new round of getting to know everybody and organizing help.

I hope that nobody was scared off by Mark, who again sat at the next table and watched me. He had fewer of his friends sitting with him, though.

Is he losing followers? I thought.

* * *

Once school was over, Lizzie took me home after I carefully straddled her bike. It was the first time I visited her. She lived in a nice three-story townhouse with an integrated garage. She parked her bike in the garage next to her Dad's, and we entered the empty house.

A short while later, Lizzie's younger sister, Emma, arrived. She was still in middle school, had long blonde hair, and wore a short denim skirt and a pink t-shirt that showed some cleavage. She wore quite some makeup, much more than Lizzie, and seemed rather precocious. We exchanged some words, but then we went into Lizzies room to do some homework.

After we were finished, we watched some TV. As I was determined not to ruin my makeup this time, I sat apart from Lizzie. That felt really strange, so soon I was snuggling up with my girlfriend after all. No kissing, though, even if it was hard.

Eventually, Lizzie's Mom arrived, dressed in a business suit and heels.

"Hi Mom," Lizzie greeted her.

"Hi, Sweety," her mother greeted back. "And you must be the mysterious Christine, who stole my daughter's heart."

"Hello, Mrs. Campbell, it's nice to meet you," I said.

"Please call me Kim. I'm only Mrs. Campbell at work. Speaking of work, let me get out of these clothes before Joe comes home," Lizzie's Mom said and left to change.

A bit later, Lizzie's father arrived with some plastic bags in his hands. He was dressed more casually in jeans and a shirt.

"Hi Liz, I brought Chinese takeout," he said. "Can you take it to the dining table?"

"Hi Dad, sure. This is my friend Christine." Lizzie replied.

"Hello, Mr. Campbell," I greeted him.

"Hello Christine, please call me Joe. Mr. Campbell is my Dad," Lizzie's father said. "So you're the new girl in school?"

"Um, I guess," I replied and wondered what he knew about me.

"I hope you like Chinese food. The only one interested in cooking in this household is Emma, and we can't let her cook always. So it's usually takeout food."

Soon the table was set, and all members of the Campbell family arrived. As Kim changed into a casual skirt and top with house shoes, I was the only one in heels. Well, better to be a bit overdressed than underdressed. We sat down, started eating, and had some small talk.

"I'm glad you managed to win my daughter's heart," Joe told me eventually, "Liz is much happier now. The breakup with her ex took quite some toll."

"Dad, I don't use Christine to get over my ex," Lizzie asserted.

"Sorry, I didn't want to insinuate that. I just wanted to say that you're good for Liz. She told us that you organized a group of students that fights to stop bullying?" her Dad asked.

"Yes," I answered, "but I didn't do it alone. My friend Anne actually does most of the organizing."

"Don't sell yourself short," Lizzie replied. "You are the heart of the group. You recruited most of the members, and you motivate us."

"I think it's commendable to not only fight back for yourself but for others too," Joe said. "You probably had your share of bullying as a lesbian, just like Liz. I always accepted that she's a lesbian, but sometimes I wish that she wouldn't be so she'd not get bullied. One thing is an advantage, though, she won't get pregnant accidentally. With Emma here, I worry a lot that she'll be a boy magnet soon."

"You don't have to worry. I'm on the pill already," Emma announced.

"Oh, but you're still so young. You don't want to, you know, do it already?" Joe asked.

"I'm nearly 14," Emma replied.

Some kids start early, I thought.

There was a pregnant pause that I used to drop the next bombshell and said, "Umm, actually I'm transgender, that means I have a male body. So I guess I could get Lizzie pregnant, theoretically."

"Oh," both parents let out.

"I guess I better get on the pill, too," Lizzie declared.

"But you're a lesbian," Joe said. "Why would you, I mean, I thought ... ?" Joe seemed confused.

"Because Christine is a girl and smart and beautiful, and it doesn't matter what genitalia she has," Lizzie said.

"So did you ... do it?" he asked.

"Dad, that's none of your business," my girlfriend replied. "Christine, you have to excuse my Dad. He's always among other computer nerds at work and doesn't really know how to behave towards women. I wonder how he could get Mom to marry him sometimes."

"That's easy. Joe can be charming, and you just have to love this big doofus, even if he's clumsy sometimes. Regarding the topic at hand, I assume you know to be responsible," Kim said and looked at me sternly.

"Of course," I replied.

"So Lizzie said you're a 'new girl at school,' and I assumed it meant you moved here recently, but now it seems she meant something else," Kim insinuated.

"Um, yes. I go to school as a girl for two weeks now," I said.

"Two weeks only? I'd never have guessed. Well, you probably prepared for that for quite some time."

"Mom, she's a girl now, and it doesn't matter how and when," Lizzie defended me.

"Yes, you certainly appear to be one, more so than my Lizzie here," her Mom said.

"Well, it doesn't matter how that came to be," Lizzie's Dad said after finding his composure again. "Important is that you're Liz's girlfriend, and we all welcome you in the Campbell family."

Emma had looked at me curiously for some time now and finally said, "Lizzie always has strange girlfriends, but I think I like you."

The topic of sex and gender was dropped, and we returned to less controversial subjects. All in all, it was a nice evening, and the Campbells seemed to accept me. In the end, Joe took me home in his car as Kim didn't like Lizzie taking me home on her bike late in the evening.

* * *

On Saturday morning Mom and I prepared for day one of our self-defense training class. We dressed in athletic gear, had a light breakfast, and drove to the gym where the course took place.

The training consisted of lectures and hands-on training. We started with some explanation of the mindset required to fight back if we were attacked. Then the trainers talked about what motivates an attacker, what their mindset or their problem is. They also explained the different modes of violence, but the focus was on physical violence for the rest of the day. Of course, it's best not to get attacked at all. So we got told about the crime prevention pyramid, setting boundaries, and de-escalation of a conflict. The latter was trained in a workshop style where everybody tried to apply what we learned in a simulated scenario.

Then came what we were all waiting for, the actual fighting. We were taught a few simple attack and defense moves so we wouldn't get overwhelmed. Basically, it was going for the eyes first, knee into the groin area second, and, if possible, knee to the head. When attacked from the back, we should use our elbows to the head or stomach. Additionally, we learned ways to break free from an attacker.

The last part was actual physical fighting. There were some opponents in a lot of padding for us to fight against. When it was my turn, I was hesitant at first, but they encouraged me to use full force, showing me they'd feel nothing. In the end, it was quite liberating to let loose and do anything I could to get rid of my attacker.

I was physically exhausted but happy when the class ended. We indulged in takeout pizza as neither Mom nor I had much energy left for cooking when we went home again.

After a break, I got to work some more on my Halloween costume. The ordered parts had arrived, so I could add the zipper, and I managed to adjust it to fit me. Some bits were still missing, like the finger loops on the sleeves, the feathers in the back, the long skirt part, and the hat.

* * *

On Sunday, Mom and I continued with our self-defense training class. The lecture part was more about sexual assault, and it frightened me a bit. I never thought about what could happen to a woman, well, to a guy too, I guess. Well, they taught us about some ways to recognize and minimize risks, so talking about what could happen was probably needed.

Then we were taught about what was legal when defending ourselves and also what items could be used. In my state, using pepper spray for defense was legal but banned at school. So I'd have to rely on my alarm thingy and on my new self-defense abilities.

We had practical training, too, this time focusing on fighting while lying down and some more frontal assault. In the end, I was exhausted again but felt I could probably fight somebody off if I got assaulted. I didn't want to put that to a real-life test, though.

When I was back home, I called Lizzie, and we talked for a long time. I described my self-defense course, and Lizzie considered taking one too. Additionally, we talked about my evening with her parents, and she told me they all liked me, even if it got a bit awkward when I outed myself.

* * *

Monday morning, I got to school way before the doors opened to possibly catch the religious messenger. I wore trainers to be able to run but didn't otherwise compromise my look, which meant a short skirt over pantyhose. Jamie arrived shortly after me, and we hid behind a corner. I actually brought a mirror on a stick to look around the corner and watch the school entrance.

A few minutes later, somebody arrived and waited near the entrance. I didn't know who it was because they wore a hoodie that obscured them. The doors got unlocked before any other student arrived, so they were still alone. They looked around, probably making sure they weren't seen, and went inside. Jamie and I hurried to the entrance and arrived just in time to see the person turning into the hallway that led to my locker. So we continued following, making sure not to make any noise, looking around corners with the mirror. Eventually, our target went into the hallway with my locker. I again peered around the corner with my mirror and saw them getting something out of their backpack and squirting it into my locker.

I sprinted towards them and shouted, "Hey, stop that!"

They turned towards me, dropped what they were holding, then ran away. I stopped at my locker as I had recognized the perpetrator, a boy with whom I shared some classes.

"Larry, stop running away," I exclaimed. "I have your backpack, and I'll report you if you don't come back."

Larry actually stopped and slowly came back. I opened my locker to check the damage. There was a box of orange juice on the floor, and it seemed quite a lot of its content was in my locker now. Fortunately, the plastic bags kept it away from my books.

I got some tissues from my purse and, when Larry reached us, I told him, "Here, take them and clean up the mess you made."

He took them and started cleaning. He was some inches taller than me, but I wasn't afraid of him, especially with Jamie by my side.

"Why did you do such a stupid thing?" I asked but didn't get an answer.

"If your answers don't satisfy me, I can still report you," I continued.

"No, please don't do that," he pleaded. "If my parents find out, I'll be in big trouble."

"Then talk."

"It's because being gay and dressing in women's clothing is a sin."

"There are a lot of gay people, and you didn't put messages and squirt orange juice into their lockers, so why did you pick me?" I asked.

"Because I had to stop you."

"Why?"

"Because ... because you made me have gay thoughts," Larry confessed.

"Does that mean you think I'm attractive? And that makes you gay?"

"Umm, yes."

"Oh Larry, maybe you can't help it, but you're quite messed up. First, you can't harm anybody even if they do something you think is wrong. Second, if you're gay, that is okay. The text in the bible is thousands of years old, and society changed. The same for wearing women's clothes. Third, I'm a girl now, and if you think I'm attractive, that doesn't make you gay."

Larry didn't seem to get what I told him, so I continued, "To make it clear, no more actions like this, no more messing with people, do you understand?"

"Yes," he answered meekly.

"Okay, I'll find out if anything like this happens again, and I know about you now."

"I won't do it again."

"Good. The other thing, you need counseling. Is your family religious?" I asked.

"Yes, very."

"Hmm, then your family probably won't approve, but you can see the school counselor."

"Do I need to?" Larry asked.

"You thought you were doing something bad just because you're attracted to me. Do you think that's healthy? You need help. Talk to the counselor."

"Okay, I'll try."

"What I don't understand, why did you do all this? Do you think some notes and orange juice can turn me back into a boy? It might have made me miserable, but I'm a girl now, and you can't change that. So why?" I asked.

"It was the only thing I could think of."

"You really need help," I said and then touched the cleaned surfaces. "Hmm, it's still sticky. Tomorrow you'll bring real cleaning supplies, and we'll meet here 10 minutes before class. Then you can do it properly."

"I don't have time tomorrow. Can I do it Wednesday?"

I sighed and said, "Okay, but you better don't show me up. Now take this to the trash."

Larry took the used tissues and the orange juice and left quickly.

"I would have reported him," Jamie told me.

"I don't know if that would have done any good. He's messed up and needs help, not punishment. He isn't the typical bully."

"Yeah, you're right."

* * *

In fashion class, I managed to create the hat for my Halloween costume with a little help from the teacher. Without the millinery wire, it wouldn't have worked as it gave the hat stability. I certainly learned a lot in creating my outfit.

I noticed that Ralph was creating a dress too and wondered who would model it for him. After all, we would have to present our finished projects by somebody wearing them.

* * *

Lunch was business as usual now, with the protection pact coming together, greeting new members, and discussing actions. Well, there was quite some chitchat too as we were becoming a big group of friends. We had grown and were sitting at three table rows now. Organizing everything became harder with so many people. We were using the chat app for important information to make sure everybody got them. I still made people mix around to avoid building subgroups. We juniors and the few seniors had to talk with freshmen and sophomores too to be effective.

I talked about my self-defense course and encouraged everybody to take part in one too. Our goal was to prevent bullying, but we couldn't be everywhere. So the ability to discourage attacks or to fight back when needed would help a lot.

I noticed that Brian and his friends seemed to have integrated well. Brian sat next to Paula while Simon sat next to Susan and Jonas sat next to Becky with the other fashion girls at another table.

Mark was again sitting at a table next to our group. But as I sat in the middle row, he was further away from me. I wondered how long he'd keep this up. He only seemed to watch me and didn't interfere with our protection pact, so it didn't really bother me.

Something noteworthy was the news that two school board members had resigned, presumably for personal reasons. That seemed to be quite a coincidence, especially after the principal told me that the school board meddled in Mark's suspension.

* * *

After school, Anne took me home this time. Lizzie was busy, so I was home alone. I missed her already.

I used the time to work on my Halloween costume some more and nearly completed it. I still had more than a week, but it couldn't harm to finish early.

* * *

To be continued

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The Blue Dress - Part 9

by MonicaS

Copyright © 2021 Monica S.

Chris got bullied for being girly and was forced to wear a dress at school. To avoid the bullies, he started to live as a girl with support from friends and official recognition. Chris found some allies to fight the bullies and had some first successes. He saw a therapist regarding his gender identity, which was still not clear. Chris found a girlfriend, and their relationship progressed to visiting each other's parents.

* * *

Tuesday morning started quite normal until my first-period teacher sent me to the principal. So I found myself sitting in his office again.

"Miss Walker, it came to my attention that you're responsible for a group that calls itself Protection Pact," Mr. Stevens said.

"Umm, I'm a contact person, but I wouldn't see myself responsible," I replied

"Okay, that'll suffice. Your group's goal to stop bullying is honorable, but I'm afraid you might not recognize the consequences your actions may have. For example, you might place yourself in danger or create a violent mob that goes after your perceived bullies. Handling bullying is the responsibility of the staff, not the students."

"Well, the staff can only do so much, as they can't be everywhere. And there's a lot of bullying going on. We are just discouraging the bullying by being present and speaking out. We don't get physically involved. And if we notice something bad, we'll notify the staff, of course."

"Hmm, be careful. Some bullies might not like being discouraged. Regarding notification, I assume you're responsible for the plethora of reports we got since Friday morning. This looks a bit like a defamation campaign to me. I hope you understand that this is a serious matter, and any false statements would have consequences too," the principal said.

"I only reported what I witnessed myself and encouraged others to do likewise. We didn't have to lie or even embellish with Xavier Delmonte as we witnessed a lot of bullying, unfortunately."

"Okay, I believe you and will take the reports at face value. I'm always cautious with concerted actions, though, because not all are genuine as I've painfully experienced."

"So you don't want us to continue?" I asked.

"Actually, I like the idea, and inofficially I congratulate you for being so brave to stand up against the bullies, but officially I have to be concerned. So I won't stop you, but please be careful, don't hesitate to involve staff, and please tell the other members of my concerns. How many members does your Protection Pact have anyway?"

"Hmm, I didn't count them, but I think about 50."

"50? Well, you don't do things half-heartedly," Mr. Stevens said.

"So, will you do something about Xavier?"

"That is confidential, but I'll do what I deem appropriate to address the situation at hand."

"So no more meddling school board members? I heard two of them resigned. Is that coincidence?" I asked.

"Hmm, perhaps somebody laid a trap by telling each board member a different false fact, and then they heard that fact from somebody who shouldn't have been told. Perhaps they then confronted the board members and threatened to expose them if they wouldn't resign. Would that be a likely story? I guess not, so it must be a coincidence."

I smiled at the principal. "A nice coincidence."

* * *

At lunch, I told the Protection Pact about my meeting with the principal and his concerns. He was probably right about being careful. Some bullies weren't rational and might lash out even if they got into trouble for that. We were a big group now and therefore had some power, bullies would be stupid to fight us, but sometimes we'd be on our own and perhaps vulnerable. The best example was Mark, who had attacked me and was again sitting next to us and watching me.

I told the group about the principal probably doing something about Xavier but not about the board members. I didn't want him to get into trouble as he seemed to try to do the right thing.

* * *

After school, Lizzie drove me home and stayed with me. After homework, we skipped trying to watch TV and went straight into my bedroom to make out. Soon our tops were removed, but we didn't stop there, and our bras followed not long after that. I was a bit reluctant because of my tiny breasts, but Lizzie told me not to worry and that I was beautiful. She showed me that size didn't matter when she caused exquisite sensations by caressing and kissing my breasts.

I reciprocated, of course, and got Lizzie so hot she took off her pants and panties. She then moved my hand to her most private parts.

"I don't know what to do," I said.

"That's okay, I'll guide you," Lizzie responded and then told me how to pleasure her.

First, it was just my fingers, then I started to use my tongue too. It seemed to work as Lizzie got more and more excited until she finally reached her climax.

"Now it's your turn," Lizzie announced after she calmed down again and started to remove my remaining clothes.

"Are you sure? You don't have to. I mean, you know, lesbian and boy parts," I said.

"I'm not afraid of penises," my girlfriend replied. "It's just that people I'm attracted to usually don't have one. So I'll try my best as it's my first time too."

So she continued with undressing me and then carefully handled my dick. This time, I was the one guiding, and Lizzie was the one giving pleasure, but the result was similar. Well, it got a bit messy in the end as I didn't warn her, and she got a load into her face. She was surprised but thankfully not turned off.

After cleaning up, we snuggled some more under the blanket. I must have dozed off, as the next thing I noticed was my Mom calling my name.

"Hi Mom, I'm in my room, just give me a minute," I called out and then scrambled to get dressed.

Lizzie didn't seem to be fazed and said, "Your Mom knows what teens are doing and sort of approved it. No reason to get worked up."

I thought about it and replied, "Hmm, you're probably right, but we can't just stay in bed."

"Why not?"

"Because my Mom is home, and she'll eventually come looking for me, and I don't want her to barge in on us," I said.

"Then lock the door."

"Would you stay in bed with your girlfriend while your parents are banging on your door?"

"Okay, perhaps not," Lizzie conceded.

"Well, I'll get dressed now. You can stay in bed if you want."

So I started to get dressed and repair my makeup. Eventually, Lizzie got up too and was dressed and cleaned up before me. Her simpler style certainly needed less time.

When we finally met Mom, she asked, "So, did you have ... fun?"

I was embarrassed and blushed deeply.

Lizzie was cooler and replied, "Yes, Mrs. Walker, a lot of fun."

Unfortunately, Lizzie soon left, and I was alone with Mom. Without my girlfriend's protection, Mom pried some more about our relationship and reminded me to have safe sex. I still wasn't comfortable talking about that with her and felt quite awkward.

Then the talk shifted to my gender, and I declared, "I tell everybody that I'm a girl, and most people see me as one. I'm still not 100% sure, but I see myself as a girl now too. I'm happy with my life as a girl. I don't see myself growing into a man and would rather grow breasts than a beard. So I'm thinking about hormones."

"Hmm, hormones cause permanent changes," Mom replied.

"I know, but not taking hormones will cause permanent changes too. I'm lucky that my testosterone level is so low, but eventually, it will kick in. And I'm afraid of what will happen then."

"But this is all so new still. You might change your mind."

"I don't think so, but my next therapy appointment is in three weeks. Nothing will happen before that, probably not even then," I said.

"Okay. Just don't rush things."

* * *

On Wednesday morning, Larry actually turned up with cleaning utensils. I made sure he cleaned everything affected by his juice and didn't make things worse. Since it was mostly smooth surfaces, it didn't take that long.

"How far did you get about counseling?" I asked after he finished storing his supplies.

"Um, nothing yet," Larry replied

"Hmm, it's still early. Let's go to the school secretary to ask for an appointment."

"But, but ..."

"No buts, just do it," I said and prodded him to move.

He resigned against my willpower, and we went to the school administration.

"How can I help you today, Mrs. Walker?" the secretary asked after we entered. I guess I was becoming a frequent visitor.

"I'm just lending moral support," I replied. "Larry here needs an appointment with the school counselor."

I stepped back a bit and let Larry handle the rest.

* * *

During phys ed, I noticed Anne talking with Kevin whenever there was a chance. She seemed to flirt with him even. I knew she'd been single for quite a while, but Kevin? He had been one of Mark's friends who bullied me, even if he hadn't been the worst and didn't mingle with Mark anymore. I was all for redeeming oneself but wasn't sure Kevin did that after our last exchange.

* * *

At lunch, I asked Anne about Kevin.

"We're just talking," she said.

"It looked like more than just talking. I'd like to remind you that Kevin was one of Mark's bullies. Are you sure you want him as a friend?" I asked.

"He said he's sorry about that and won't bully anymore."

"I hope you're right. Kevin certainly didn't apologize to me."

"Give me some time," Anne said. "I might even convince him to join the Protection Pact. Wouldn't it be good if we had some jocks on our side too?"

"Hmm, I guess so."

A bit later, I talked with Oliver, who reported that Xavier wasn't at school. He assumed a suspension from his teacher's reaction. So the principal did act on our reports. We congratulated each other and discussed the next target for concerted actions.

There was a sophomore named Victor who was seen bullying, but I wasn't a witness. We decided to go the now established route, and all witnesses would file a report. From what I gathered, his offenses weren't as many as with Mark and Xavier, but it couldn't harm to stop him early.

* * *

I needed some more clothes and Lizzie offered to go shopping with me after school. We were browsing through the isles in a fashion shop when Lizzie liked something for a change. I was glad that she found some clothes and it wasn't only about me. So she went off to try it on, and I continued on my own.

"I don't know what you see in her," I suddenly heard behind me.

I turned around, and there was Mark, standing directly in front of me.

"What are you doing here? Did you follow me?" I asked.

"That dyke won't ever make you feel like a woman like I would," he said, ignoring my question.

"Are you mad? How could you make me feel like a woman?"

"Let me show you," Mark replied and then proceeded to grab and kiss me.

He took me by surprise, but then my training from the weekend kicked in. I pressed my thumbs into his eyes, which caused him to let go of me. Then I drove my knee into his groin, which caused him to bend over. Finally, I pushed his head down and rammed my knee into it, and he slumped to the ground.

I was surprised by my own actions and was worried that I might have overreacted. Mark lay motionless on the floor, and I didn't know what to do.

"Is that Mark? What happened?" Lizzie asked when she returned a few seconds later.

"Yeah, he kissed me, and I fended him off," I answered. "I might have overdone it."

"Nah, he deserved it," she replied and took her phone out to make a video of Mark. "This is what happens if you mess with Christine," she said while recording.

"What if I really hurt him?" I said and bent down to him. "Mark, can you hear me?" I asked and tried to rouse him.

Fortunately, he began to stir and came to again. Once he recognized me, he exclaimed, "Get away from me, you fucking bitch. I wanted to be nice to you, and you turned into a fucking ninja and attacked me."

I was exasperated. "You have a warped sense of being nice. You forced yourself on me, and I only defended myself."

"I'm done with you," Mark said and slowly got up.

"Fine, I'll be happy if you vanish from my life," I replied.

When Mark limped away, calling me a bitch one last time, I looked around, and nobody paid much attention to us. Well, it all happened very quickly, and we were not that loud. Actually, I was glad that it was over and nobody noticed.

"I wish I could have seen how you decked Mark," Lizzie said. "You are okay, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm okay, except for my pantyhose. They didn't survive kneeing Mark. And I still can feel his lips on my face."

"Well, I know how to rectify that," Lizzie replied and gave me a real kiss.

Some seconds later, we were interrupted by an older woman saying, "Ugh, the youth nowadays. In my time, we wouldn't have dared such a shameless display."

"Too bad you were so repressed in your time," Lizzie retorted. "Fortunately, we can show our affection nowadays."

The shocked woman turned around and left, muttering to herself. I couldn't help myself and laughed when she was out of earshot. The whole situation seemed surreal to me. I couldn't really believe what just happened.

It was hard to get back into the mood for shopping, but eventually, I selected some items and tried them on. While I was busy, I heard my phone ping multiple times. It turned out that Lizzie had sent the video of Mark on the floor to the Protection Pact chat and people were worried about me. I quickly replied that I was okay. They called me a hero, but I didn't feel that way.

"I don't know if spreading that video is okay," I told Lizzie when I returned to her. "Aren't we doing the same as the bullies who post compromising photos?"

"Mark isn't an innocent victim," she replied. "I think you have to expose the bad guys so everybody can see what they are."

* * *

On Thursday morning, the video went viral, and I was asked quite often how I could knock Mark out. I told them about my self-defense training and that I was lucky it worked that well.

The video seemed to have reached Mark's remaining friends too, well, now ex-friends, as Mark was sitting alone at lunch. He didn't sit next to our tables anymore either but in a far corner. I hoped his obsession with me was broken and that he didn't seek retaliation.

* * *

After school, I noticed too late that I forgot to schedule a ride home and had to walk home. I watched my back to make sure Mark wasn't following me, but I wasn't really afraid, as he lost his friends and I wasn't a pushover anymore.

I took my route through the park but avoided the lesser-used sidepaths. I heard a dog bark, and it was Rex, my savior. He seemed to recognize me too and came to greet me, so I petted him. Ruth was nearby, and I went to chat a bit with her. She seemed to do okay.

At home, I finished my Halloween costume after doing my homework. It was only a week until the big party, and I was looking forward to it. But before that, I was planning to spend the weekend with Lizzie.

* * *

To be continued

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