Jack was only 171cm tall and his body was slim and hairless. He had delicate facial features. Long, wavy auburn hair reached his shoulders.

He wore women's jeans, sweatshirts, jackets and t-shirts. And a lot of jewelry. He hardly wore skirts and dresses like most of his friends.
When hanging out with them, he was often mistaken for a girl.....one of them....
Jack dreamed that his story would begin... like many such stories on Bigclosetr.us. The perfect body to go through, to make it easy...

But no, he was 6'1 (191 cm) tall and had broad shoulders. Short hair... and he knew that he would have a receding hairline. All the guys in his family had receding hairlines so he probably would too. Google didn't show anything under the phrase
"how to lose 20 cm in 10 days"
at most
"how to lose 20 kg of weight or how to lose a boyfriend in 10 days"
But he didn't want to lose a boyfriend. He didn't even want to have one. He wanted to have a girlfriend, be with girls and feel like a girl.
But he couldn't accept that he would be a very tall girl.
That's why for years he didn't do anything about it. His frustration grew.

He spent several hours a day reading on various TG sites and stories on bigclosetr.us about short boys who are forced or magically change from a boy to a girl. He wanted so much for someone to force him or enchant him...
One day on the TG forum he came across a link to a private site.

The title intrigued:
"Get rid of your blocks. How to feminize your body in 12 months without surgery"

The basis is to change what you can change. Focus only on that. Forget about what limits you. Try to implement as many of the following tips as possible. Then maybe your limitations will become irrelevant or a solution will appear.
So implement them even if something has been blocking you so far... Don't wait, act, the best moment is now...
Focus on feminizing your body first and leave feminine clothes for later
If you implement at least 75% of these tips, I promise you that magic will start to happen...
These are mostly not my ideas, just collected from books and the Internet.

They are 90% tested by me. So if it helped me... Maybe you have your own ideas on how to feminize yourself and add them to implement them.

Jack thought that the beginning is a bit like from motivational books... but he kept reading...

...And now without further ado, 35 tips you can do to be a more feminine person.
Choose any one piece of advice and implement it into your life and then move on to the next one and the next one...

BODY:

1. The first thing you need to do out of turn is laser hair removal for your entire body and face. You can leave a small strip of hair on your pubic mound if you like. You can do the hair removal in a professional salon or buy a good quality laser epilator and do it yourself. Hair removal has a huge impact on your psyche and perception of yourself as a more feminine person. That's why it's so important.
So don't delay. Do it today. Buy an epilator now or make an appointment at the salon.

2. Once you have your body depilated. Use a body cream every day after bathing. Firming, illuminating or coloring creams.

3. Wash your face every day and apply a face cream (illuminating, smoothing the complexion)

4. Tying a towel after bathing, in a feminine way. Wrap yourself with a towel over your breasts and roll it down in 2-3 pleats. You can also use a second towel to wrap wet hair on your head, like women do. Make tying a towel after a bath a routine. In the meantime, you can brush your teeth or take care of your nails, remove any hair that has grown out despite depilation. Also check your nose and ears for this.

5. Women take care of their bodies. Develop a habit of daily care.
It takes a lot of time. Instead of spending time on the phone or TV, spend this time on care like a woman.

6. Eyebrow shaping. You can do it yourself using a stencil or at a beauty salon. If you are confident enough, you can have your eyebrows done in a salon. If you wear glasses, it will not be too visible. You can also buy women's zero-lens glasses.

7 .Use a moisturizing lip balm every day. It can be transparent or slightly tinted. If you want to go a step further, have permanent lip makeup.

8. Hair. If your hair is thick and dense, start growing it out. Choose a hairstyle that suits you or take advice from a stylist. For starters, it can be a short pixie cut. If you have a hair problem, there are many methods of thickening and extending your hair. Pigmentation of the scalp, or permanently glued-in wigs that last for several years.

9. Think about what other cosmetic treatments you can do yourself during this time. And if you can't do these treatments yourself, use a beauty salon.

10. Find out if there is a hair salon or a beauty salon friendly to LGBTQ people in your area. It's worth traveling even far to a feminization studio where you can use the services of a photographer, hairdresser, beautician, and learn the basics of makeup.

WOMEN'S BEHAVIOR

1. Sitting down to pee in a stall. Don't use urinals. Make it a permanent habit. Use disposable pads in public toilets.

2. A method that takes away masculinity is wearing a chastity belt or "fufu clip sissy"
A chastity belt can be worn permanently. A metal one made of bars is better for maintaining hygiene.
In a chastity belt, you have to sit down to pee, it is almost impossible to use a urinal in it, which is also an advantage.
"Fufu clip sissy" allows you to get something close to a pussy, but you have to take it off for each pee. Putting it together also requires a lot of skill.

3. Observe female behaviors that you could apply to yourself

4. Practice walking like a woman

5. Practice sitting like a woman

6. Practice standing like a woman

7. What women your age read, watch and where they go. Look for such information. Read books and magazines like these and watch movies like these. This can also be a topic of conversation with women you meet, which can develop into friendship and they will accept you as you are.

8. Eat like a woman. Eat slowly, small pieces. Smaller meals but more often.
Lots of water and a light diet based mainly on vegetables and fruits.

9. Think like a woman. Use feminine locks in your thoughts.

10. Write like a woman. When possible, use feminine locks in your letters.

CONNECTIONS WITH PEOPLE

1. Be good at something. If you have a hobby, become a master at it.
This will make you more accepted by others.
If you don't have a hobby, become good at feminine activities.

2. Choose a feminine activity: jogging, yoga, aerobics, dancing. An activity that you can do in leggings. You can start on your own
for example, by working out on YouTube. And then join a community practicing this sport by signing up for classes where there is a predominance of women.

3. Join open communities: amateur theater, cosplay, gothic, fancy dress balls, music festivals.

4. If there is an LGBTQ-friendly community or club in your area, visit it and meet people like you.

5. Eventually, someone will see your feminine traits and ask. Prepare a true answer about who you are. If you tell the truth and someone accepts it, you have a chance to make a true friend who accepts you as you are.
It is better to present it in your own words. “I am a woman trapped in a man's body” or “I have both male and female characteristics”

Only after you have implemented most of the above tips can you start the “Women’s Clothing” section

WOMEN’S CLOTHING AND JEWELRY

1. Start sleeping in a women's nightshirt. It can be a cotton T-shirt with a funny slogan.

2. Look at how women around you and your age dress. Skip skirts and dresses for now.

3. Start wearing jewelry every day. It can be men's at first. Gradually change it to women's jewelry.

4. Women's neutral socks.

5. Wear "Ladies Boxer Panties" For now, do not wear lace underwear.

6. Men's slim jeans, gradually replace with women's.

7. Buy women's T-shirts, sweatshirts, sweaters and jackets.

8. Always carry a shoulder bag, even if you don't need it. When you are ready, buy a women's handbag.

9. When ready, buy women's clothes in a store, asking the salesperson for help and opinions.

10. If you get a friend - a woman who accepts you, ask her to go shopping with you. Maybe your friend will choose the first skirt or dress for you.

Jack thought that was a lot. But there was a lot he could do. Until now, he sometimes wore a dress or a skirt at home. He didn't even have any other women's clothes. And now he was going to not wear them at all. He liked the idea the most that he would meet someone who would accept him. Jack wanted to be more than a crossdresser in the closet...

Jack was saving up money for a new computer... he was a gamer.

He checked the prices of hair removal on the internet. Computer or hair epilation?
- Hello? I'd like to make an appointment for body and face hair epilation...

Will there be a sequel to "Jack in the Epilation Salon"?

Sorry for the bad English, but I wanted to get the story out of my head as quickly as possible.

- Jack, get up, you have to get ready for the interview. You can't be late. Jenny's girlfriend's voice snapped him out of his sleep.
He immediately remembered yesterday's unpleasant conversation.
She told him that if he didn't get the job, they would break up and he had to move out.
They lived together for almost a year after graduating from college.
Jack, apart from some odd jobs, could not find a permanent job.
Recently, he spent most of his time at home playing online games.
Jenny quickly found a job, and she basically supported them. Even though she loved Jack, she was getting more and more fed up with it. She wanted to motivate him to try harder, and she knew she wouldn't leave him if he didn't get the job.
Jenny froze with her cup of coffee when she saw Jack dressed in jeans and a tshit.

-So, are you going to go to a job interview at the office? Where's your suit and shirts?

-They are dirty, I forgot to wash them....

Jesus Jack…- Jenna wondered whether to tell him to pack.
She stood silent for a while, sipping her coffee.

-Okay, go shave and do something about that hair while I look for something.

Janna didn't even look in Jack's wardrobe, she knew she wouldn't find anything suitable, she opened her wardrobe. She chose beige chinos.
She was going through her shirts. They all seemed too colorful to her. She finally hit it
on gray with delicate blue stripes. The shirt was too wide for her, but it should have been for Jack
be appropriate. It was quite feminine. Fitted waist and slightly puffed short sleeves
and of course the buttons were on the left - Janna hesitated but there was nothing else.

-Wear this,- she said as she entered the room.

- But they are yours, ladies....

- There's nothing else. Should have thought of that earlier. Anyway, nowadays
no one pays that much attention to it. The most important thing is that they are clean, simple and classic.
Hurry up to that you had such new shoes, sneakers and a laptop bag so that you had nothing in your pants pockets.

Half an hour later, Jack was sitting in the lobby of an apparel company.
He felt very uncomfortable in Jenny's clothes. Normally he wore his shoulder-length hair down, but now it was tied back with a rubber band. He mentally reproached himself for not taking care of clean clothes for the interview.

-Mr. Jack Wilson? his name snapped him out of his thoughts

Here - he said, jumping up from his chair.

-Follow me, please. He was ushered into the office.

- Please sit down, I'm Ava Johnson, I'm recruiting.
- I wanted to apologize immediately to you, position in the IT department
was planted yesterday. Due to an oversight, no one called you
Sorry again.

- But I ... I have to have this job ... Please anything ... - Jack already in his mind saw how he was packing and parting with Jenny.

- There is only one possibility. Our company focuses on equality for everyone, especially the LGBT community.
There is a position of an intern - assistant in the fashion design department. This position is for a copycat or a Trans woman.
I don't know if I'm guessing correctly from your women's clothes.
If you are trans then this job could be for you...

Jack faced a difficult choice. tell the truth, which would mean breaking up with Janny. Or lie, get that job, but what will Jenny say?

- I.. yes.. I am.. - Jack couldn't even say out loud that he was Trans, because he didn't feel like that at all ...

- Okay, that's great. then welcome to our company. What's your female name?

- Jack…eeee..Jackie - Yes Jacqueline ..Jackie…

- So Jackie Wilson, according to the company's policy, even if the documents show the name Jack and the male gender, we will have Jackie Wilson and female gender everywhere. You have nothing to fear, everyone will refer to you as a woman.

- As for the dress code at work, formal office attire is obligatory, a suit with a skirt not shorter than the knee length, or with elegant trousers.
This also applies to you, Jackie, because this department is for contact with clients, you will not talk to them but help with these meetings.

-At the beginning there is a lot of running ... and running errands for many people ...
But it's a chance... There are many opportunities for the company's employees to be promoted... or priority... when a position in, for example, the IT department becomes vacant...

After leaving the conversation instead of taking the bus home, Jack skidded past the bus stop and walked dazedly straight ahead…. He didn't even remember the rest of the conversation, he joined in with the idea that he would work as a woman...

He was supposed to call Janna after the conversation. But tell her this.
He sent a text "I'm after the conversation, we'll talk at home"
It wasn't enough for her ... she immediately called ...

- I do not want to wait. Did you get that job? Yes or no ? Such an answer does not require waiting until the evening…

-Tej no, she was already taken, but there was another position .... Assistant ... position for a woman ... uh, I'm supposed to work as a female assistant ... because of these clothes they thought I was trans ... I didn't deny it ... I was afraid that I'd disappoint you ... I'll walk out of the job interview with nothing again ... I love you ... I'm sorry ...

-Wait, will he work as a woman? What does it mean ?

-I have to wear only women's clothes to work... and they'll call me a woman named Jacky. And it's all because they thought I was trans and I lied that I was...or rather I didn't prove them wrong...

-Jesus, Jack is not easy with you ... But maybe you should face the consequences of your decisions ... Maybe it's good that it happened and it will be good for you ... you will learn some self-discipline and take care of yourself ...
And in a few months, maybe you'll get a job in pants...

- We'll go buy you some women's clothes, shirts and skirts and dresses. and nice high heels, but not too high so you don't kill yourself on the stairs :-) - Jenny was starting to enjoy it - We'll go to the hairdresser and beautician ... it will be fun .... to do eyebrows together ...

We'll actually talk at home. Jackie….that's a lot to digest.
-Don't take off the clothes you're wearing, get used to it...see you tonight...

Jack didn't feel any better after that conversation... he just felt that Jenna probably wouldn't leave him

Will Jack go back to being Jack? Or maybe she will like being a female Jackie?

- Jack I asked you so many times, either cut your hair or start taking care of it. So I've made an appointment for you to go to the hairdresser tomorrow at 9:00. Lucy my friend, will cut your hair.

- But mom tomorrow I can not, 10.30 we have to leave for a multi-day school trip !

- Therefore, you will go to the hairdresser with your suitcase, it is not far from where the bus leaves for the trip.

The next day at 8.50 Lucy's car breaks down on the way to work. To top it off, she forgot to take her cell phone from home. She can't call for roadside assistance. Nor can she call her partner Antonio to take care of her client. Nor can she tell him what kind of hairstyle Jack should have.
Antonio is gay and is very laid back. A joint before work always stimulates his creativity.

- I'm Jack, I have a 9:00 appointment with Lucy. My mother has already paid for it.
- She's not there but I'll take care of you," Antonio says smiling widely.

First he washes his hair, pre-wipes it with a towel, and takes a very long time combing it first with his fingers and then with a brush. And this way Antonio gets a vision of how the hairstyle is best for the client. Jack's hair reaches below his shoulders after combing.
Antonio now takes a long look at it from all sides.... Antonio is an artist. A stoned artist... For him, gender doesn't matter, all that matters is a hairstyle that is in line with the client's soul... well, and his freckles on his face.... Jack has delicate facial features and some lovely freckles on his nose and cheeks... red curls.... A smile creeps onto Antonio's face again....

It's 10:15 a.m. when Antonio finishes. Beautiful red curls fluff up on Jack's head which fall in waves on Jack's shoulders.
However, Antonio is a true artist. Anyone who saw Jack's new hairstyle would confirm that it perfectly matches his face and freckles....

But Jack is not so sure about that
- This is definitely the hairstyle my mother wanted for me ?

- Dude, if she sent you to our salon, I'm sure she wanted the best hairstyle possible for you. Here's a free conditioner to take care of your hair.
- Thank you I have to run now or I'll be late for the trip....

At 10.32 Jack is in front of the bus. The driver was closing the trunk....
- Sorry !!! Still my suitcase ...
The teacher standing at the entrance to the bus turns around....
- Who are you ?... She stares at his face and then recognizes - Jack ?
What is this hairstyle ?
- My mother ordered one for me....
Well though quickly to the bus is about to leave....

The bus everyone bursts out laughing....
- Jack you're stupid what kind of hairstyle...are you Tranny ?
- No...me.... my mom....
- Or maybe you are so in love with Emma Stone that you want to resemble her
- Where to him to Emma, if he fell in love is Francesca Capaldi from the Disney Channel
or Hermione from Harry Potter
Jack almost with tears in his eyes was already trying to sit down somewhere...all the boys were blocking the seat next to each other...- We do not sit with redheaded girls...hehe....
Then Jack felt that someone was pulling his arm....

- Sit next to me...- he heard Alice's voice... - I was supposed to sit with Jenny but she is not going on the trip after all....
Jack sits down next to Alice and then the laughter subsides....
Alice is the most beautiful girl in the class. She is 13 years old and already has a very feminine body... All the boys sigh for her... but they are also afraid of her...because when one of them joked that she has big balloons he got kicked straight in the balls....
- Maybe Jack is a lesbian - there was one last joke behind him before the driver and the teacher got on the bus which immediately started....

Alice jumped up hearing the word lesbian.... It was her secret...she liked girls but disliked stupid primitive boys....
No one knew, not even her friend Jenny....
Alice felt something more than friendship for Jenny, but was afraid to tell her lest she lose her....
When she saw Jack standing next to her so helpless...she wanted to help him....
He wasn't a disgusting boy...since he was trans...maybe she felt admiration that he dared to reveal himself...maybe if she befriends him, she too will dare to reveal the secret that weighs so heavily on her...yes I will support him...help him with the transition...and I will encourage other girls to support him and treat him like a girl on a trip. We'll lend him some women's clothes, I'm sure he'll be happy being himself at last....

Jack had other thoughts, after leaving the hairdresser, he did not have time to think fully about whether something was wrong with his hairstyle....
Only the reaction of his classmates on the bus changed everything and completely shattered his confidence....
But when Alice the hottest girl in the class and maybe even the school, asked him to sit next to her he decided that he would do anything to befriend her and maybe even become her boyfriend...I can even walk around in this hairstyle for a while, eventually they will stop laughing, the more they will see me with Alice....
Jack ignored the joke about being gay. He didn't feel gay and didn't believe that a hot girl like Alice could be gay.

This is how they both rode the bus, not knowing their future....

Will Alice dare to reveal herself, will she ever tell Jack when they get to know each other better
Or maybe she will also tell Jenny what she wanted most. She will tell her not only that she is a lesbian but also that she loves Jenny....
Will Jack, with the help of Alice and her friends, undergo a metamorphosis and be a girl on tour ? Will he accept this in order to keep Alice's friendship....
How will Jack's mom react when she sees his fruzure....

And then there is Antonio, I wonder whose life he will change yet... ;-)

I am 12 years old and attend one of the public schools in Krakow.
The protest against the ban on boys wearing to school, short pants, has reverberated around the world. Although the ban applies only to some schools in the UK. In Poland, the ban was actually in one private school in Krakow, which is not far from our school. Nothing has been heard that students at this private school should protest.
In our school, there is freedom of dress and everyone dresses as they want.
That's why we were all surprised to see a poster on the school board, and info on FB.
"Support for the protest against long pants at school, All week long boys wear skirts to school".
The school management, having no argument against it, not knowing how to block it issued only a statement: "Any student wearing a skirt who disrupts school activities by his behavior will be suspended."

-What Kamil, will you join? - A colleague asked me.
- Well, I don't know. I have nowhere to get a skirt from, I'll see....
- It's better not to break out, you know how it is.
Everyone assumed that behind the protest was a group of class provocateurs.
When someone broke out of their "projects" was often oppressed.

If I had a sister there would probably be no problem and she would lend me a skirt.
I had no choice but to ask my mother.
-You know mom. At school there is such a protest in support, it's about those schools where boys have to wear long pants all year round. Anyway, in our class boys are supposed to go to school in skirts for a week....

At first mom did not say anything, I think she had to think about it for a while.
- My skirts will be too big for you, you need to go to the store to buy something for you.
- Don't you have any old skirt that would fit me? - I said defending myself against these purchases.
-You have to look neat at school, I won't let you show up in some old skirt that's too big.
-Get ready we are going to the mall. Mom was always quick to take action and knew how to
stand her ground.

In the stores, Mom looked at the skirts but she didn't like anything.I stood next to her with my head down and she applied the skirts to me. At the Reporter Yung store I was already hoping it would end.
It wasn't until the Ccoccodrillo store that Mom said There is !
She was carrying a pleated plaid skirt in a dark color....
And also this one, she said taking a colorful skirt with frills.

-But mom, one is enough.- I defended myself.
- And if you get stained and need to wash ? We go to the fitting room.
With trepidation I walked to the fitting room, looking around to see if anyone was watching us.
- Come in and wear the first when you are ready say.
I took off my sneakers and pants. I looked at the tag "Girls' fabric skirt, pleated plaid 69,90 PLN". My hands trembled as I dressed the first skirt.
It had a zipper and one button at the back.

- Already," I said quietly.
Mom vigorously opened the curtain and looked at me critically for a moment.
-Wait here a while longer," she said closing the curtain.
After a moment that lasted an eternity for me she returned with a white shirt and sweater.and some
colorful t shirt.
- Wear a white shirt," she said through the open curtain
.-But you only need a skirt, mom please....
- Your blouse does not fit, it looks terrible.
I had no choice, I knew she would not relent.
I took off the sweatshirt and t shirt and put on a white shirt and buttoned it up.
It was more of a white blouse with decorative ruffles.
The navy blue sweater was also girly and buttoned up.
When I looked at myself, I had tears in my eyes. I was dressed like a girl.
Maybe it was necessary, to break out in protest.

It's always like that with mom, she tries more than necessary.
- Well now the other one, wear it with this t shirt, she said powering up the curtain again.
The second skirt again I looked at the label "Viscose skirt
with ruffles and colorful print all over 49,90 PLN "
It had ruffles and a pattern of colorful something like flowers.
The T Shirt was neither purple nor pink.
When I wore it and saw the inscription, I was even more horrified. It had the inscription
Girls are The Future"
- Mom...
Mom looked through the curtain.
-Please, I can't wear this to school.
- But this inscription will fit perfectly for the protest. And besides, I told you you must have something to change into.
-Well take it off and hand it to me, I'll go to the checkout and you get dressed.
When we left the store, mom said she also bought me knee socks
and tights if it got cold. We'll still buy white sneakers because these sneakers of yours don't match the skirt.

Luckily, the tennis shoes were plain white without any girly accessories.
At home, my mother told me to wear the first set and white tennis shoes and black
knee socks which at the top of the small two white stripes....
When I dressed all this with a look of loss, mom said I look nice and
surely tomorrow they will appreciate at school that everything fits nicely. I was rather afraid of derision.
She also said I should do homework in this outfit to get used to it, and she also wants to
look at it since she paid so much for it.
After two hours of homework, I asked if I could change into normal clothes already. She agreed saying that I should hang everything in the closet properly.
While I was eating dinner I heard my mother talking to her friend, about the protest and the clothes I had bought. I could hear the joy in her voice. I wondered if she was calling out to have a daughter instead of a son.

On Saturday evening, some friends came to my mother's house.
Of course, I had to go out and show myself.
They said I looked nice and complimented the writing on my shirt. They also asked how many skirts I had of my own. I said that I have two of my own. They also asked if I liked wearing them.
Of course she likes only she is still a little ashamed," my mother answered for me.
-I have some of my daughter's clothes that she has grown out of, they are in good condition, I was going to give them away or throw them away somewhere. I'll bring them to you by the way.
- Great, thank you," the mother was pleased, and turning to me, "Thank the lady and say that you are happy.
-Thank you very much and I am happy. - I replied, not believing that I was saying it. I didn't even speak up that it was only a week and only for lessons. And they after treated as if I would already permanently walk in girls' clothes.
Sundays my mother again told me to wear that skirt with frills from the morning.
Sunday night into Monday, I almost didn't sleep for fear of tomorrow at school.
In the morning, as usual, mom rushes into the room with enthusiasm and wakes me up.
She orders me to make my bed and go wash up
When I came back a skirt, shirt, sweater and knee socks were lying on the bed.
I dressed it all and went to breakfast.
-Super you look," my mother was pleased.

I was barely able to eat breakfast through a clenched throat.
-Good riddance. - Mom always gave me a ride to school on the way to work.
On the staircase a neighbor passed us. But he thoughtfully said only Good morning and probably didn't even pay attention to me.
Fortunately, in front of the block, there was no one. The ride to school was unfortunately very short.
In front of the school I saw more than a dozen boys in skirts. I was not alone in this.
As I approached them. Whistles and exhortations began.
-O another girl is coming.
- He has knee socks and a woman's blouse and sweater.
- Kamil you overdid it a bit, girl....
- No it was Mamami who bought it and had it dressed," I replied uncertainly
- Maminsynek, if your mommy bought it and told you to wear it, I guess you'll be wearing a skirt until the end of
school you will wear a skirt.
Of course, this was said by Peter, who always had a thing for me.
He was wearing a black denim skirt, a sweatshirt with a skull that he often wore,
and on his feet, striped tights, probably from his younger sister, and sort of rosy cheeks and
a few black freckles. Such a seemingly "punk girl" on the loose.
The rest of the guys were limited to just a skirt, to which they had their sweatshirts, and sneakers and socks on their feet

Others stood around laughing and taking pictures of us.
When lessons began, sometimes someone said something or laughed. But the teachers quickly silenced us. The worst were the breaks.
With me most people laughed.
Kamila, that's a nice girl...I guess you like it a lot that you are trying so hard.
Do you shave your legs ?
- I just don't have hairy legs yet, just some single hairs....
Several girls said that I looked nice, and Natalia said that she herself would love to wear such a set. I felt nice for a moment.
-Mom bought me this from the gallery. She insisted on a full set.
Natalia further asked which store it was specifically.
- Maybe someday we will come to school in the same skirts - she joked leaving.

I usually took the bus home after school, but this time I ran without looking around.
At home, I quickly changed into my clothes. My mother arrived an hour after me and was disappointed that I wasn't in a skirt.
-Since the protest is supposed to last a week you should be consistent and walk around in a skirt until the evening. Change your clothes and start doing your homework I will prepare dinner.
I did it but with great reluctance.
The next day I was dressed the same way. It was okey except for a few docs when I seized a sweater because I was hot and everyone saw my shirt with frills.
After school I came running back again. I didn't change anymore knowing what my mom would say.
When she came back she told me to take a shower because I was raspy and my clothes already needed to be washed.
Of course, there was a second set waiting for me. A floral skirt and a pink shirt.
After lunch and homework I had time to myself. I usually went out somewhere with Jack who was my block and classmate.
But today I stayed in my room and watched TV.
On Wednesday there were only eight of us in skirts. I, dressed even more girly, did not have an easy life. My colleagues shied away from me a bit. We are not talking to you, sit with the girls. I searched out Natalie with my eyes and approached her. Can I be next to you at breaks ? She looked at me surprised but understood that she needed support.
-Sure, sit down, girls move over, make room for a friend.
They were gentle with me, asked if I could handle it. Cool skirt and cool writing on the shirt, they praise
They called me Kamila but were nice to me. Thanks to this I survived another day.
Natalia suggested that we could take the bus back together with the girls. Earlier when we rode that bus together, we didn't talk to each other. I was grateful to her for her support. I felt protected and more at ease in her company and that of her friends.
On the bus, a few people looked at me strangely, but no one said anything.
On Thursday and Friday I wore the same clothes only in different top and bottom combinations. Being with the girls made me feel better, I also got a little used to wearing a skirt, and maybe I could even say I liked it. Alternately, I thought all the luck that it was the end of the protest and that it was a bit of a shame.
On Friday afternoon, Jacek came to my apartment. He too participated in the protest but wore his clothes and still the same knee-length skirt.
-You left a little early, and after school there was a meeting and they are extending and tightening the protest, he said showing me a poster .
" We are tightening the protest and extending it for another week. Participants in the protest wear 100% women's clothes. Dress, heeled shoes, underwear, panties, bra and tights. Plus a women's handbag and jewelry, makeup and painted nails. A wig or a lady's hairstyle if someone has long hair."
I looked at Jack and said I couldn't believe it.
-I know you don't have Facebook because your mom forbids you, but check it out and he showed me the same post with the poster.
-That's a lot, I don't know if I can do it.
-Please ask mom she will think of something
- And you will dress up like this ?
Jacek muttered something evasively and said that he had to fly.
Previously, I wasn't quite sure what to expect when asking my mother for help.
This time I seriously thought about whether to let it go, although I also sometimes felt cool in a skirt.
When Mom came over I showed her the poster.
-Wow, sharp. Are you sure or are you sure ? - She said smiling.
-I want to know if this is a conscious decision, if you are forcing yourself or if you like it.
-I'm not sure but if you agree then maybe..because I like it...so please help.
- Well maybe this week will be a good test whether you like it. Today maybe not but tomorrow Saturday we will take a leisurely shopping trip.
I will also call my hairdresser if she could take you in exceptionally tomorrow.
-Good news she can receive you at 11:00 a.m. Maybe she will think of something with your hair because a wig is out. And then we'll go shopping.
- Thank you, maybe I'll help something with lunch and then I'll do my homework.
-Factually a decent girl should know how to cook and clean. So I will teach you everything.
I spent the rest of the day at home helping my mother and cleaning. I even forgot that I was wearing a skirt.
On Saturday before 11 a.m. we went to a women's hair salon.
I entered the salon as a boy wearing a skirt.
I sat in the chair and the hairdresser measured my hair.
-13 centimeters. I offer natural hair extensions on creatinine, and clip-in fringe, and coloring.
It will take an express 2 hours anyway so you can leave us alone.
-Well, said my mother I will go shopping.
Two hairdressers took turns taking care of me.
When mom came in she had tears in her eyes. She said quietly -My little girl.
My dark bug hair reached almost halfway down my back. The hairdresser under adjusted my eyebrows and did a delicate makeup.
Thank you super it came out. Mom paid by card, so I don't know how much it cost. Probably a lot.
Now we are going to get clothes and shoes.
Underwear, purse, backpack and jewelry I already bought you.
On Sundays, I sat at home all day, walking around in a dress bought for me by my mother.
It's waisted, the sleeves are slightly buff, in front of the elbow.
Underneath I have a girly bra and in it silicone inserts.
Simple quite tight panties with lace, and flesh-colored tights.
To this, shoes with light heels in which I am to go to school on Monday.
Of jewelry a delicate pendant with a heart.
Mom has not called me Kamil for a few days, but Kamila....
I like it more and more. Not only being treated like a girl, but it's a nice feeling when you're wearing those beautiful and nice-to-touch clothes....

CD 2

When Monday morning after about an hour of preparation I looked at myself in the mirror
I almost didn't recognize myself. In front of the mirror stood a girl wearing a dress.
The top part of the dress resembled a white shirt with a blue collar, the bottom part looked like a blue slightly flared skirt.

Only anyone who knows me well, on under the light makeup will recognize my facial features.
-Good, let's go there is no need to delay, - said mom.
I still took a very girly backpack in which I had books and we went to the car.
All the way to school I wondered how the others would be dressed.
Previously, when we reached the school I had already caught sight of boys in skirts. Now I didn't notice anyone, I didn't recognize them from a distance. I guess they are well dressed up. Bye," my mother said as usual when I got off.
I got off and walked right into the crowd of students in front of the school.
I looked around nervously but didn't see any classmates in dresses.
Everyone started to part , look at me. Some were laughing, commenting
and took pictures. Finally I caught sight of Jack, who seemed to want to run away.
I grabbed his hand.
-What's the matter ?
- Eee, you know they told me to set you up, they came up with a supposed extension of the protest. I'd get hit if I didn't, and if you don't go to school in a dress by the end of the year we'll both get hit... - and then he was interrupted by the class bell.
I stood surprised and completely baffled by the situation.
The betrayal of a colleague and the fact that I was the only one in a dress in school today made me freeze and I did not know what to do.
Everyone was dispersing to classrooms passing me. Somewhere negative and positive comments were reaching me
- But the pervert...he even looks nice in a dress...he always looked queer....
I was almost left alone in the hallway
I began to think about running home, but I heard the voice of the teacher who did not recognize me:
- To the classroom, what are you waiting for girl !

As soon as the class teacher saw me he said:
-Kamil report to the headmistress, now go there please, please.
I walked through the empty corridor hearing the clatter of my heeled shoes.
There was no one in the secretary's office and the door to the principal's office was open.
Good morning Madam Director, I am Kamil Nowak
- Kamil I wouldn't have recognized you. Honestly this has gone too far. This stupid contrived protest
is over and you're still in a dress and even more. Makeup hair and shoes.
Are you protesting alone now or are you trans ? Can you explain to me what is going on ?

Kamil sat in mirth for a while. Am I protesting alone no, I was tricked into continuing
But I don't care about this protest...am I trans...what does that actually mean...do I feel like a girl probably not since all my life I thought I was a boy....

-I am not protesting whether I am trans I don't know. I know I prefer to wear girl clothes and I don't want to change that....
-I need to talk to your mother, You will also have to go to a psychologist. If I don't get written confirmation from him that you have gender dysphoria you will have to
go back to boy's clothes. As for your classmates, we are not in a position to constantly watch over you to protect you from harassment.
For the time being, I'm exempting you from PE lessons, you will spend this time in the library.
Now go back to class....
My day at school continued to be uneventful....
Whispering with challenges in class and loud challenges at breaks....
U wearing my skirt with the text - Show your panties or are you wearing a thong ?
A boy walking in front of me seemingly stumbles and spills orange juice on my white shirt....
- Sorry clumsy me ...
I can't go to the bathroom to wash it, they didn't let me into the men's room...and I guess I'm still not allowed into the women's room....
At the next break yogurt is spilled on my skirt....
- Well Kamil, you're a terrible flunky...decent girls wear clean clothes....
And on the other hand these stains look strange, you can not sip to the end hehe....
- my persecutors had fun at my expense...making insinuations
Natalia was not at school today and her friends seemed to be avoiding me....
The next few days were just as nightmarish...although Natalia returned and I was able to spend some breaks under her protection it was still hard.

Meeting with a psychologist even helped me....
The psychologist lady asked a lot of strange questions...and took notes on my answers....
And at the end she gave me actually good advice...she said that I dress too elegantly
All in all, my mother chose my clothes and she chose mostly dresses and cute skirts.
The psychologist advised me to dress like other girls my age.
They wear occasional dresses or skirts. Mostly jeans with a blouse or t shirt, and yet they look very girly....
She said that if I dress like this, other girls will more easily accept me and welcome me into their circle.... and that I can be who I want and dress what I want, no matter what others say....
My mother and I bought several girly pairs of pants, jeans, shorts and some simple blouses and shirts....
In fact, I stopped standing out so much, I also felt good in tight pants.
Curling my penis between my legs and tight boxers made my crotch almost flat....
As time went on, the harassment became sporadic...when she said something bad about me I tried not to hear it, I became resistant....
I also dressed out of spite. When it was skirt day I wore pants. For girl's day or Valentine's Day I dressed even more masculine...And for boy's day I wore a pretty dress....
"You can be anything you want" - said by a psychologist also helped me find a passion.
I became interested in acting and joined an amateur theater group that was located in another district of the city....
I met new people who accepted me as I am.
Eventually I stayed with the masculine form of my name Kamil.
In the end, I realized that I didn't want to be 100 percent female, nor did I want to give up some of my masculine inner self....
That's me, that's who I am...Maybe one day one side will prevail..

The End

PS.

Peter the persecutor of Kamil, himself in a few years will experience persecution when he accidentally appears to be gay.

Jacek, who cheated on Kamil, always felt like a girl inside. But he didn't have the courage like Kamil to express himself. He was afraid of the harassment Kamil endured every day at school. He was afraid because his mother would never accept it...She instilled in him not to single you out because "what people will say" ...

From the author:
School protest "Boys in Skirts" quite popular theme of TG's novels. That's why I wanted to write my version
The first part was written very easily ...

Although I had an idea for the second part of the story, I had an inner resistance to continue it. Maybe because it was primarily supposed to be based on describing the violence and bullying Kamil experiences at school. After reading some inquiries about whether there would be a continuation, I somewhat "forced myself" to finish therefore the continuation is quite short

The story was originally published in Polish at https://www.wattpad.com/user/sweet-dress
On Wattpad, searching for stories by TG posts seems to be blocked, so I'm posting the story here as well.
I recommend my library of the best TG stories found on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/list/1274187392-tg-best

The sound of a car driving away, caused by a smile on Jack's face.
e waited another 10 minutes to be safe. The treasure chest was hidden behind the drawer.
A plaid skirt, a low-cut blouse, tights, panties, a bra and mary-jane shoes.
A beautiful set, created over a year.
It fits Jack perfectly. Everything fits well. He looks like a regular girl.
Excitement when he sneaks out of the house dressed like that. I've never forgotten it.
The thrill of being caught or laughed at.
Now it's all over. He can only change secretly at home.

The president will ruin everything. The current law prohibiting discrimination on the basis of race, later on the basis of sexual identity.
But this law against discrimination based on clothing did not please Jack.
Dress codes were banned. Everyone can dress however they want, at work and on the street.

Jack's mother, dressed like a prostitute for work at the bank.
Jack's father, often wore a miniskirt, his hard, hairy body.
Jack's sister didn't dress like a girl. More like a tramp.

Jack can't find himself in this world of freedom. Where no one will persecute you or make fun of you.
Tears ran down Jack's cheeks as he hid his bag of treasures... They also hid Jack in the closet forever...

I curse you sister and I love you sister for what you did to me.

When for fun when I was 8 you dressed me in a dress.

The touch of those soft clothes, that feeling of I don't know,

excitement or embarrassment will always stay with me.

Jacek - 8 lat - młodszy brat Anny
Anna - 14 lat - siostra Jacka
Sara, Julia, Agnieszka - szkolne koleżanki Anny
Maja - 10 lat - siostra Juli
Jakub (Kuba) - kolega z klasy Jacka
Mama - 41 lat

Środa po południu
Dźwięk tłuczonego szkła dochodził z salonu. Znowu mój brat coś zniszczył.
Pierś Anny zacisnęła się gdy biegła przez przez mieszkanie - Czy coś mu się stało..
Zobaczyła jak pochylony nad rozbitym wazonem,chciał zbierać jego fragmenty rękami.
- Zostaw to, bo się pokaleczysz !!!
- Ale, to było niechcący…- odskoczył, starając się zasłonić nogami piłkę która leżała za nim.
- Grałeś w piłkę w mieszkaniu ? Zostawiłam cię tylko na 5 minut i obiecałeś że będziesz grzeczny !
- Ale.. ale ja się nudziłem…
- Jak mam to znowu wytłumaczyć mamie że cię nie dopilnowałam…prosze idź do swojego pokoju…
- Przepraszam już nie będę….
Sprzątając szkło Anna rozważała w myślach, jak sie wytłumaczy mamie. Musiała pilnować brata, bo mama pracowała na 1,5 etatu aby ich utrzymać po odejściu taty..
Była wyjątkowo deszczowa jesień, więc nie dało się nawet wyjść z domu. A jej brat Jacek wyjątkowo szybko się nudził i miał zdolność do niezdarnych zachowań. A ona mając 14 lat musiała pilnować brata, uczyć się i jeszcze musiała robić prawie wszystko w domu.
Czasami już nie miała siły i chciało jej się płakać ale nie miała wyboru…
Postanowiła że zaniesie piłkę do piwnicy. Weszła do pokoju Jacka.
- Zabieram piłkę do piwnicy - mówiąc to jej wzrok trafił na łuk i szable..
- i jeszcze to zabieram…nie wiem jaką karę mam wymyśleć i co powie mama…
- Zrobię wszystko co powiesz, tylko nie mów mamie… - powiedział Jacek
Ale ona tylko wzruszyła ramionami i wyszła niosąc piłke, łuk i szable.
Po wyjściu z mieszkania zapukała do do drzwi Sary jej koleżanki z klasy.
- Cześć, muszę zanieść to do piwnicy, pójdziesz ze mną ? Wiesz że sama nie lubię tam chodzić.- Mieszkały w starej blisko 100 letniej kamienicy.
- Pewnie, a co to za rzeczy ?
-To zabawki mojego głupiego brata. Wynosze wszystko czym mógłby coś zniszczyć. Nie mogę go upilnować i nie wiem jak to zrobić aby był w końcu grzeczny, muszę go jakoś ukarać. Wiesz,.wolałabym mieć siostrę taką jak ty.
- Dziękuję siostro ;-) - powiedziała Sara rozglądając się po piwnicy Anny pełnej nieużywanych już nieużywanych rzeczy. W rogu stał częściowo zdemontowany domek dla lalek.
- O pamietasz ile godzin spędziliśmy na składaniu tego domu lalek ? Teraz to wydaje się śmieszne ale to była fajna zabawa - mówiła dalej Sara zbliżając do pocałunku lalki Barbie i Kena. Anna zaczęła się śmiać widząc to.
- Wiem Aniu jak możesz ukarać brata i jak może będzie grzeczniejszy. Niech przez 3 dni po szkole będzie twoją siostrą i bawi się w sukience tym domkiem i twoimi lalkami. To super pomysł, dziewczynki są grzeczniejsze i sama mówiłaś że chciałabyś mieć siostrę.
- No nie wiem co mama na to powie, ale jeśli choć na chwile go to zajmie i będę miała spokój to możemy spróbować. Mam tu gdzieś worek z moim starymi ubraniami.

Anna zajrzała do worka. Każde z ubrań było ładnie złożone i osobno zapakowane w mniejszy woreczek.
- Mieliśmy te ubrania oddać, ale przydadzą się teraz. Ja wezmę cały ten worek z ubraniami oraz pudełko z elementami do domku dla lalek. A ty Sara weź domek. Z trudem zaniosły to wszystko z piwnicy do mieszkania Anny.

Położyły domek dla lalek na podłodze w pokoju Jacka, który patrzył na to ze zdziwioną miną mówiąc- Co to jest ?
- Może najpierw przywitaj się z Sarą !
- Cześć Sara
- Cześć Jacek
- Mówiłeś że zrobisz wszystko abym nie mówiła mamie o zbitym wazonie. Więc Sara podsunęła mi pomysł że przez 3 dni będziesz się zachowywał jak grzeczna dziewczynka i w sukience będziesz się bawił lalkami po południu po szkole.
Jeśli to zrobisz to ja porozmawiam z mamą aby nie była na ciebie zła i nie dała ci gorszej kary.
- Ale… ale chłopaki nie chodzą w sukienkach…ja nie chce…
- Twój wybór albo to, albo sam rozmawiasz z mamą o stłuczonym wazonie.. i powiem jej jeszcze że musiałam pół godziny czyścić kanapę po tym jak wylałeś na nią sok.
- Dobrze zrobię to, ale nie może nikt wiedzieć.
Jak będziesz grzeczny to nikt się nie dowie, obiecuję ci to.
- Zdejmij Jacku bluzę i koszulkę.
Sara wyjęła z woreczka top z koronką na nałożyła i ubrała go na Jacka.
Następnie ubrała Jackowi sukienkę która zapinała się na plecach na zamek i jeden guzik na górze.
- Teraz zdejmij spodnie i majtki, a później ubierz te majtki i rajtuzy - powiedziała Sara
kładąc je na łóżku.
- Ale to są babskie majtki nie chce.
- Pod sukienka i tak nikt nie będzie widział jakie masz majtki, więc ubieraj. Zresztą kara obejmuje to że nie możesz mieć na sobie żadnej chłopięcej rzeczy, zgodziłeś się na to.
Jacem z obrażoną miną ubrał dziewczęce majtki i rajtuzy.
- Bardzo ladnie, szkoda ze ma takie krótkie włosy, ale na razie nic z tym nie zrobimy - powiedziała Sara.
-Zobacz jak fajnie można bawić się domkiem dla lalek. Tu w pudełku są elementy wyposażenia. Możesz je stawiać w pokojach. A tu są lalki Barbie i Ken. Możesz je przebierać w różne ubrania. Gdy jedzą kolacje to ubierasz je elegancko. A gdy mają jechać
na wycieczkę to na sportowo. Zobacz tu jest nawet auto do którego mogą wsiąść - Anna próbowała zainteresować brata aby zaczął się bawić.
- Ale super - Jacek zaczął ustawić meble w domku, chciały mu pomóc gdyż robił to trochę niezdarnie.
- Ja sam, ja sam chcę…zostaw
- Okey, to się tu możesz bawić, a my pójdziemy do mojego pokoju - powiedziała Anna.
Jacek zajęty zabaw nie podniósł nawet głowy i nie zauważył że Sara ustawiła na półce swój telefon włączony na nagrywanie i skierowany na bawiącego lalkami się Jacka.
- Nagram go, to zobaczymy jak długo będzie się grzecznie bawił. Może będziesz miała trochę spokoju.
- Wiesz, jestem czasami taka zmęczona pilnowaniem go. Mama długo pracuje i wszystko na mojej głowie. - skarżyła się Anna.

- Mogę przychodzić po szkole i u ciebie odrabiać lekcje to moze razem łatwiej go dopilnujemy. Może by jeszcze przyszły Julia i Agnieszka. Odrobimy razem lekcje i może być fajne babskie popołudnie.
- Pewnie fajny pomysł, może zaprosimy na jutro dziewczyny.
- Napijesz się czegoś Sara ?
- Pewnie jak masz jakiś sok, może być też woda..
- Zobacze w kuchni co mam
-To ja zobaczę co u Jacka
Sara nie odzywając się weszła do pokoju Jacka.Ten zajęty zabawą nawet jej nie widział
jak ona zatrzymuje nagrywanie, i ustawiła udostępnienie kamery na telefon Anny i wyszła cicho.
- Bawi się grzecznie, udostępniamy ci moją kamerkę. Zobacz na swoim telefonie, możesz
sprawdzać czy u niego wszystko okey.
- Fajny pomysł dzięki…może sobie zobaczymy jakiś film potrzebuje chwile relaksu..
Było już po godzinie 18.00 gdy mama Anny i Jacka wróciła do domu.
- Co tam Aniu, wszystko w porządku ? spytała mama.
- Teraz już tak, Jacek wcześniej rozbił piłką wazon. Za karę ma przez 3 dni po południu
ma chodzić w mojej starej sukience i bawić się domkiem dla lalek. To się sprawdza już ponad 2 godziny grzecznie się bawi i nic nie nabroił.
- Skoro mówisz że to pomaga to niech tak będzie, szkoda tylko wazonu, to był prezent od babci.
- Tak przykro mi, ale zostawiłam go tylko na 5 minut samemu.
- Dobrze, wiem że to nie twoja wina. Jacek zawsze był nadpobudliwy. Zobaczę co u niego.
- Jacek jaki masz fajny domek dla lalek, ładnie wyglądasz sukience.
- Mamo, zobacz jaki Barbie i ken mają samochód jak jadą na wycieczkę.
- Fajny, zaraz będzie kolacja zawołam cię a tym baw się jeszcze grzecznie.
- Tak momo….- i Jacka znów pochłonęła zabawa.
- Sara już poszła ? - zapytała mama gdy wróciła do Ani
-Tak już musiała. Ale jutro znowu przyjdzie i może jeszcze Julia i Agnieszka.
odrobimy razem lekcje i może razem jakoś dopilnujemy Jacka.
- Pewnie mogą przyjść. Jutro może wrócę nawet później, więc nie czekajcie na mnie z kolacją.