The Boarding School (aka School Switch)

by Tina Douglas

1. Chapter

My name is... er, was, Jeremy Robbins. I come from a respectable and

well-off family with two loving parents and two sisters, one older,

Mary, and one twin, Julie. My whole childhood had been happy and

pretty normal. I was more intelligent than average, and used to be

fairly active in sports, until a heart condition I shared with my

sister sidelined me in the seventh grade. Up until high school you

could say my life was completely ordinary for a boy of my age. Then my

dad got a new job in a new town. Since my twin sister and I were just

out of Jr. high and would be entering a new school anyway, my parents

decided it would be a good time to move the family to the town where my

dad's new job was located. After selling our old house (which happened

within two weeks of our putting it up for sale), we bought a new house

and immediately moved.

Soon after arriving, however, my parents looked into the new high

school for us twins and discovered that it was very poor compared to

our previous schools. What's more, our old town had two private

schools in addition to the public high school. This town had none. My

mother felt really bad about how she hadn't checked into the schools

before deciding to move. Neither one of my parents cherished the idea

of wasting their honors student twins' education in such a dump.

Then my dad hit upon an idea. Since his new job paid him quite a bit

more money, he decided that he could afford to send us to an exclusive

boarding academy. My mother agonized over the decision for most of the

summer while my dad set everything up. Mom couldn't bear the thought

of "losing" her two youngest children so soon (My older sister had

already gone off to college), but neither could she bear the thought of

us failing to be accepted to a good college (or any college, for that

matter) because we hadn't received a sufficient education. In the end

she agreed with my father, and me and Julie prepared to move once more.

The boarding school they decided upon was a dual academy, half boys'

school and half girl's school. Most of the time the boys and girls

were kept separate, but there were occasional social functions between

the two and other closely monitored mingling. The two schools shared a

common campus, each school having one end to itself and sharing

administration and faculty buildings. They were called The Chapel Hill

Academy for Young Ladies, and Old Chapel Academy for Young Men; as if

the two schools were completely independent. That's how separated they

tried to keep it for the students. It was understood, however, that

they were more lenient about visiting in the case of opposite sex

siblings like my sister and myself. Since most of the good academies

were single sex only, and my parents were worried about sending us to

totally separate schools, it was off to Old Chapel and Chapel Hill for

us.

Driving to the new school was exciting. Julie and I kept talking about

what it would be like based on the brochures my parents had received.

We hadn't had time to actually visit for ourselves, but the pictures

looked wonderful. When we arrived it was even better. The buildings

were old brick structures, but the insides were thoroughly modern.

Everything from the well kept lawns to the athletic stadium, from the

dorms to the classrooms told of the wealth and exclusivity of the

school. Not only was a lot of money required to get in, but a

difficult entrance exam (which Julie and I passed with identical

scores) had to be taken. The result was a college preparatory school

finer than some of the colleges its graduates would attend (though most

graduates went to Ivy League schools).

There were drawbacks we saw as we drove up. Uniforms! We had never

had to wear school uniforms before. The boys here all wore blue

jackets, black ties, white shirts, gray pants and black shoes. The

girls wore knee length plaid skirts, knee socks, white blouses tied

with a green bow at the neck, short blue jackets with the school emblem

on them and penny loafers. My sister and I viewed the uniforms with

some apprehension, but otherwise remained excited about our new school.

My parents got me settled in first after registering both of us at the

principal's office. Many other new students were arriving too, so a

friendly English teacher, Mr. Wheatley, showed a host of parents and

students the way to the boys dorm. After unpacking my things into my

room and saying a long goodbye to my parents I was left alone to get

settled in. My sister wrote down my room number and promised to visit

as soon as she could.

I had hardly begun to relax when my door flew open with a bang. "Hey,

geek, what are you doing in my room?!" shouted a huge guy as he barged

in with a duffel bag over his shoulder.

"I... I... I was assigned this room," I stuttered back meekly.

"Oh," replied the intruder, calming down a bit, "You must be my

roommate. What's your name?"

"Jeremy Robbins," I responded quietly.

"Well, I'm Todd Maxwell," he announced,"and I'm a senior. You're

probably a new freshman, right?"

"Yeah," I quickly responded.

"Geez! They stuck me with a freshman! What stupid luck!" He exclaimed

as he flung his duffel bag onto the floor. "Look, kid, I nearly got

kicked out of here last year for beating up my roommate. I'm only back

because I'm a great football player and my family donated a lot of

money to the school, but one more incident and I'm out. I don't want

to get kicked out of here, but don't piss me off! I have a very short

temper! And I'm not going to be your buddy either! I don't need a

freshman for a friend. I've got my own friends, so stay out of my

way."

That was my introduction to Todd and my new living situation. Things

went downhill from there. Much as I tried to be nice to Todd, or at

least stay out of his way, I always seemed to be somewhere or do

something to tick him off. His threats sounded deadly serious, and I

was very scared for my safety. What was the school thinking when they

let this brute back in after beating up his previous roommate?!

My social life wasn't great either. The first week was for orientation

rather than classes, but most of the students in the dorm were Todd's

friends, or at least scared of him, so they treated me like the geek

Todd proclaimed I was. My small size helped convince them that I

couldn't be anything but a "sissy." After failing to make any friends

of my own I ended up spending most of the week cowering quietly in my

room, reading and trying to stay out of Todd's way.

After almost a week of this, I finally had a pleasant surprise. My

sister came to visit. Most other cross-school socializing was

forbidden, but as I had been told they made exceptions for siblings.

Julie looked great. We didn't have to wear uniforms except for the

orientation lectures this week, and she had on a new dress my mom

bought her before she left. The light blue color matched her eyes, and

it showed far more leg than any brother ever wants his sister to show.

She had her shoulder length blonde hair tied back with a matching baby

blue lace ribbon. I'm sure she turned the head of every guy who saw

her walk in. Luckily Todd was out of the room at the time. I quickly

related my miserable week to my sister.

"That's rough!" my sister sympathized, "But at least you don't have

hazing!"

"What do you mean?" I asked, unaware of what the word meant.

"At Chapel Hill all the freshman are matched with a senior roommate,

like you. Only at our school the first week or so is kind of a

traditional initiation ritual. The senior roommates get to boss around

the freshmen and tell them what to do. They used to have it at the

boys school, but it got too rough so they stopped it. At the girls

school it's more subtle. For example, my roommate has made me clean

the room and organize everything about a hundred times. I can only

leave the room when she lets me, and other than the orientation

lectures, this is the first time she's let me. And even at the

orientation lectures she forbade me to speak to anyone but faculty, so

I haven't made any friends either."

"Gee, that's bad." I said, "But when does it end?"

"Supposedly it ends whenever my roommate wants to end it," she

explained,"and not before. But most of the other girls are already

through with it. I can hear them talking about it in the halls and

after the lectures. I'm sure it will be over soon."

My sister and I talked for about another hour before she had to leave.

She remained very optimistic about both of our futures at the new

school. "Just put up with it for a while, " she advised, "Todd will

soon get bored with this attitude and begin to loosen up."

She left after that and within a minute Todd came bursting back in.

"Who was that girl that just left?" he greeted me.

"That was my twin sister," I told him.

"For a minute I thought that was you in a dress," he laughed mockingly,

"You sure look alike."

"We're fraternal twins, not identical," I protested, "and besides, her

hair is too long."

"Your hair isn't that much shorter," he continued, "and you look pretty

identical to me."

I didn't pursue the topic. In a few minutes Todd brought up a new one.

"I'm going to sneak over to the girls school tonight to see my

girlfriend," he said, "want to come along?"

I was speechless. Todd wanted my company?

"C'mon, do you want to go or not?" He persisted.

"Um, well it's against the rules." I said.

"Geez! You don't want to sneak out because of that?" he exclaimed.

"That's a slap on the wrist penalty even if we're caught, and I've done

it hundreds of times without being caught."

"Well, okay, if it's safe," I offered. I didn't want to ruin a

possible opening to be let off the hook by Todd.

2. Chapter

That night, after everyone was supposed to be in bed with the lights

out, Todd and I slipped out the window. Since we were on the first

floor, that was no big deal. We then darted across the campus, hiding

behind shadows and obstacles, out of the sight of roving eyes at the

faculty apartments. Gradually, we made our way to the girls dorm.

Todd and I ducked behind a row of hedges as one of the dorm mothers

passed by with a flashlight. Apparently they patrolled around the

dorms at night to look for misbehaving students like us. She didn't

seem to notice our presence, though, and quickly passed by. There were

tall evergreen trees right up next to part of the girls dorm, and soon

Todd began climbing one and beckoning me to follow. He came to a

darkened second floor window and lightly rapped on the glass. I heard

the window lock snap open and the window quickly rose to allow our

entry.

As I stepped inside the window was closed. I couldn't see anything in

the dark room, but I heard a girl's voice speak to Todd. "Why didn't

you wait for this?" she demanded.

"Why should I wait?" asked Todd, "You wanted to see me didn't you?"

"I didn't mean you. I meant your roommate," she said, "Why should a

freshman get to come over here before he's invited?"

Todd chuckled. "Because now I can keep him from turning me in for

anything." he said. My heart stopped. "Now you and I can insist he

came over to the girls dorm at night if he tries to tell on me for

anything. That's grounds for expulsion, pal." Todd directed his last

comment to me. My anxiety level was soaring. Todd had meant to set me

up all the time. Now if I told anyone about him, I would get expelled

too.

"What should he have to tell on you about?" asked the girl.

"Other than anytime I might decide to whack him upside the head,

there's the other reason I brought him out tonight," said Todd, "It's

time to bring back hazing to the boys school, and this dude here will

be the first."

My tension remained unhealthily high while Todd and the girl changed

the subject and engaged in smalltalk for a while, catching up after

apparently not seeing each other all summer. I was beginning to think

Todd had forgotten all about his hazing threat, when his girlfriend

abruptly returned to the subject.

"What were you thinking of for a hazing?" asked the girl in a somewhat

sinister tone.

"Well, when I was a freshman, we had to swim a hundred laps in the pond

and then do pushups and sit-ups," Todd said. "And if any of us got too

tired to finish, the seniors beat us with paddles until we were black

and blue."

"That's the kind of hazing that got you boys in so much trouble in the

first place," said the girl.

"So what?" Todd exclaimed. "He can't tell anyone."

I couldn't bear it any longer. I finally whimpered, "I have a heart

condition. I can't do that or I could die!"

"Jeremy?" came another girl's voice from across the room. "It's me,

Julie."

Julie! This was my sister's room! And Todd's girlfriend was her

roommate!

"Shut up, Julie!" her roommate snapped. "You're not allowed to speak

without my permission! I'll see that you make up for that tomorrow!"

"How does she know Jeremy?" asked Todd.

"You may answer him," Julie's roommate said haughtily.

"He's my brother," came Julie's response

"Oh, wow!" said Todd. "You're that girl that Jeremy looks like.

That's Jeremy's twin sister. They look almost identical, but Jeremy

says they're not identical twins."

"Well obviously they're not identical twins if one's a girl and one's a

boy," chided Julie's roommate.

"No, they really do look alike," pursued Todd. "If the light was on

you'd see for yourself."

I heard some rummaging around across the room. "I'll settle this,"

said the roommate. "Julie, get down out of bed and come over by the

window." I heard Julie slide out of the top bunk and come over near us.

A flashlight clicked on, and soon it shined on my sister and me. The

glare of the flashlight kept me from seeing either Todd or Julie's

roommate, creating the eerie effect of their voices coming from behind

the light.

"They do look alike," said Julie's roommate.

"Told you," bragged Todd.

Julie seemed embarrassed as she stood before the light in a short

pale-peach colored nighty, the sheer material of which clung to her

developing curves rather tightly, with a dainty satin rose in the

center of the neckline emphasizing her developing breasts. I was also

embarrassed, though I stood in dark pants and a dark sweatshirt.

Todd and Linda, which I discovered was the name of Julie's roommate,

compared notes on our resemblance for a while, seeming to enjoy our

discomfort. Then Linda gasped as she stopped in the middle of her

sentence.

"I have an idea," said Linda in a slow, menacing tone. "Let me do the

hazing of your roommate."

"What?!" Todd whined. "No way! I want to haze him. It'll be fun.

You have his sister to haze."

"You haven't heard my idea," Linda continued in the same ominous tone.

"I'm going to let him take his sister's place. They look so much

alike, no one would notice the difference. Jeremy will become Julie

while Julie becomes Jeremy."

My heart began beating savagely as I stood feeling exposed before the

bright light. I had always liked the way my sister looked. I had even

developed an appreciation of her clothes and frequently complimented

her appearance in various outfits, which most brothers never do. I

went so far sometimes as to help her select outfits for special

occasions. But I never felt the desire to be my sister. I was a boy

and she was a girl. I never thought about changing that basic rule of

our lives. Now someone was suggesting that very thing.

"C'mon, that won't work," said Todd. I felt relieved. Todd was

sticking up for me he didn't really think I looked like a girl. "Julie

doesn't look anything like a boy; Jeremy just looks like a girl!" So he

wasn't complimenting me. At least he wasn't going along with such an

ludicrous plan.

"Todd, trust me!" Linda exclaimed in a confident tone. "They look

alike, right?"

"Right," acceded Todd.

"Then let me show you how this will work," Linda said. "Okay, you two,

exchange clothes."

We were both blushing furiously and we lowered our heads while shaking

them in a mixture of denial and disbelief.

"You better agree Jeremy, or you'll get beat like you wouldn't

believe," Todd's voice jeered.

"And you too Julie, because your brother gets double punishments if you

don't go along," chimed in Linda. "Not to mention how long I may make

your hazing last. And you better avert your eyes, Todd. I don't want

you seeing Julie any more exposed than she is."

"What about you looking at Jeremy?" Todd complained.

"Oh alright," conceded Linda. "I'll turn off the flashlight." The

light snapped off. "Now move, you two!" she commanded.

I felt Julie reach over and squeeze my hand in support. I was

completely stunned. I didn't know which would be worse, getting beat

up or caving in to this insane command. And what about Julie? If this

plan went through she would end up living with Todd, a mean, brutish

senior boy, while she masqueraded as me. Julie made the decision for

me, since I was too flustered to decide. I heard her slip out of her

nighty and felt her press it into my hand. I quickly followed suit,

removing my sweatshirt, shoes, socks and finally my trousers which I

passed to Julie one after the other.

"I hope you gave him your panties, Julie," intruded her roommate's

voice from the dark as Todd laughed in approval. "It's

Fruit-of-the-Loom for you for a while. Your brother needs to be let in

on `Victoria's Secret'."

I soon heard my sister remove something else, and my heart sank as I

felt a particularly frilly undergarment pressed into my hand. I slowly

followed suit, passing her my jockey shorts. What followed next was

truly strange.

As I slipped my sister's nighty over my head and let it's light

satin-like material cascade down over my body, I felt a kind of joy I'd

never experienced before. The nighty felt good; but more than that.

On some level I actually felt thrilled to be wearing it, as if I was

fulfilling a secret dream. I hurriedly followed that by pulling on the

lacy panties, which gave me a similar feeling. Here I was, half

terrified, standing in the dark about to be revealed in a very feminine

nighty before a guy who wants to beat me up, as well as his girlfriend,

and yet part of me was elated.

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the light from the flashlight

once again glared upon us. "Wow!" said Todd. The room fell silent for

a moment. "This could really work," Todd's voice whispered. Then he

started chuckling darkly.

I looked over at Julie. She really did look like a boy. the baggy

sweatshirt showed no trace of her developing womanhood. Only her

longish hair made me realize I wasn't looking in a mirror, and like

Todd said, mine wasn't much shorter. Longer styles were "in" for guys

my age, even at exclusive boarding schools. My hair was in a collar

length page-boy style (the longest allowed for boys at Old Chapel)

while Julie's was almost shoulder length. She still looked boyish. It

was then that I realized why Julie always dressed and acted very

femininely. We looked so much alike that she probably would have been

embarrassed to be mistaken for her brother. I realized with a shock

that I probably looked just like the sister now!

"Even better than I thought," Linda laughed at our expense. "Without

any boobs Jeremy looks a little underdeveloped for a girl Julie's age,

but I can fix that with a padded bra. Julie isn't very big chested

anyway. He looks very much like a twelve year old girl. It won't take

much to make him look like a sweet fourteen year old."

"And Julie will need a haircut," ventured Todd.

"Yes," Linda agreed. "I'll take care of that right now."

The flashlight turned to a dresser from which a feminine hand withdrew

a pair of scissors. Soon the light focused on Julie. "Take the

flashlight," Linda ordered, handing it to Todd. The light focused on

Julie's head as Linda began cutting her hair to my collar length. She

paused, and then trimmed it a little further. "Just in case someone

remembers that her hair is supposed to be longer than his," she

justified. Now I had the longer hair between the two of us.

As she had cut Julie's hair, the light occasionally offered glimpses of

Linda. She was a gorgeous older girl with dark hair tied back in a

ponytail. She was wearing nothing but a red satin nightshirt which

barely covered her below the waist. Her legs were long and smooth, and

her toenails were painted deep red as well. Her face looked beautiful,

but she always seemed to smirk. I guessed she was about 5'10'', and

could have been a model. This was going to be my roommate for the next

- who knows how long? How was I going to control myself? I supposed

Linda herself would see to that, since she had already commented that I

looked like a twelve year old girl. I guess my earlier atheleticism

hadn't mattered. My manly development was behind schedule, which fit

Linda's purposes just fine. My 5'6'', 96 lb. frame wasn't anything

Linda couldn't physically handle. It was also the reason Todd's

threats worried me so much. A guy his size could annihilate me without

working up a sweat.

Linda stepped back and gestured toward my sister, "May I present Jeremy

Robbins." Todd laughed as Julie stood there stoically. I was sure she

must be humilliated inside. Then the light swung around to me. "Okay,

young lady," smirked Linda. "Before you go to bed you'd better shave

those hairy legs. I don't want my roommate to be slovenly in her

appearence."

I was once again stunned. Todd whooped so loud laughing at that, that

Linda had to cover his mouth and "shush" him. But they both soon

recovered, and I was presented with a package of "Daisy" disposable

razors and marched off to the bathroom (lucklily each room in the dorm

had its own). My now boyish sister was shoved in with me to show me

how to shave, as the door was closed behind us. Linda said she and

Todd had some plotting to do about the details of our hazing, and by

the time they were finished I'd better have smooth legs. "Or else!"

added Todd with a menacing stare.

3. Chapter

"Well now what?" I whispered to my sister as the door was closed.

"Now we'd better do what they say," Julie whispered back. "That Todd

really seems to want an excuse to beat you silly. And you know how mom

and dad would feel if you were expelled."

"You can't honestly expect me to shave my legs and pretend to be a girl

until they get tired of their game,'" I retorted. I was actually

trembling with a mixture of fear, humiliation, and secret excitement at

the very idea. But I simply couldn't go through with it.

"Look Jer," explained my sister, as she held my hand and tried to

comfort me. "I know this isn't pleasant for you. It isn't a fun

thought for me either, but I think we'd better do it. Those two are

really serious about their threats now, but after a few days the

novelty will wear off. I know Linda won't want to share her room with

a boy for very long, and she certainly won't want her boyfriend living

with another girl."

That made sense. Much of the fun in tormenting us would dissipate as

the reality set in. And as much as that brute Todd must love the

thought of sharing a room with my sister, he wouldn't like the idea of

any boy, even a wimpy freshman, living so intimitely with his gorgeous

girlfriend. If Julie could put up with Todd, I supposed I could put up

with being a girl for a while. I nodded my consent meekly to my

sister.

"Besides, you really do look like me," she said. "You could just have

fun for the next few days escaping from Todd's torment's and exploring

a new side of life. No one will guess for a second that you're

anything but a girl."

I found my sister's comments both comforting and disturbing. While I

was grateful for her bright outlook on the next few days, and my

confidence was boosted that I would "pass" as a girl, I really didn't

like the thought that a simple change in clothes was all it took to

change my gender.

But I soon put my doubts aside as my sister showed me how to shave my

legs. I wasn't even shaving my face yet, and here I was wielding my

first razor in perfect simulation of a maturing young lady. My sister

seemed strange as she explained how to avoid knicking myself and how to

get the closest shave. With a start, I realized that she was acting

and sounding exactly like me! My normally ultra-feminine sister

looked, talked and acted like a boy! I pointed this out to her.

"Well," she explained, squirming a bit uncomfortably. "I figured that

I'd better start practicing right away if I was going to convincingly

pass as you. You'd probably better do the same and act like me."

Though I realized she was right, I was extremely uncomfortable with the

thought. It was enough that I was shaving my legs while clad in a soft

peach colored nighty, but now I had to act the part of an extremely

dainty girl as well? And convincingly at that?

"I don't even know how to begin," I told my sister.

"Let's finish your legs and I'll give you some pointers," her oddly

masculanized voice offered.

As soon as my legs were shaven, Julie handed me some baby oil to rub on

them. "This will help keep your legs soft," she informed me.

"Besides, you'll like the way it feels." She was right! The baby oil

made my legs, which were already as smooth as any girl's, feel

absolutely luxurious!

I had trouble hiding my pleasure, and Julie noticed. "That's good!"

she encouraged me. "Enjoy the soft and pretty side of life to the

hilt! It will make the time you spend as me much more pleasant as well

as believable. I've always made a point to 'enjoy being a girl.' I'm

glad you're finding at least a little joy in it too."

"I'm not enjoying this!" I protested unconvincingly. Julie just nodded

and smiled.

"Now it's time for some quick pointers, though I'm sure Linda will have

some for you too," Julie began. "First of all, the way you walk is far

too boyish. Take shorter steps, and walk on the balls of your feet

instead of the heels."

The bathroom was fairly large so I gave her advice a try. "Good!" she

complimented. "You walk like you've always been the girl twin!" I

actually enjoyed that compliment. "But you need to put a little more

sway into your hips. I know you've secretly watched some of my

friends' behinds as they wiggled past you in the hallway at our old

school. That's what you need to do."

I blushed at being discovered having "girl-watched" by Julie, but I

followed her advice. In a couple tries she complimented the wiggle in

my walk. "Boy's would find that quite a turn on," she said. "Luckily

for you you'll be spending all your time around girls."

I was thankful for that too, having caught glimpses of my new walk in

the full length mirror in the wall. I was too embarrassed to admit it,

but Todd and Linda were right. I looked like a girl, now with smooth

legs and a girlish walk to emphasize the point. Having always

considered my sister to be pretty, it was hard to deny that I too made

a pretty girl. My sister didn't dwell on this obviously uncomfortable

subject for me, however. She wanted to quickly fill me with advice

before our two roommates opened the door and whisked us off into our

new roles.

I was advised on how to speak like my sister. It wasn't very

difficult. Her voice was a bit softer and slightly higher pitched, but

not far different from my own. I very quickly picked up how to speak

in a way almost identical to Julie. Her compliments this time were

more genuinely amazed. "I didn't think you'd be able to pick that up

so quickly. I figured you'd need a few days to work into it all the

way. You sound like you could fool our parents into thinking you were

me in a conversation. Maybe it's easy because we're twins."

"But Julie, you know we're not identical twins," I countered, hardly

noticing that I was using my new voice.

Julie just shrugged and went on to coach me in other things. For at

least two hours we were left alone, far longer than we expected. The

anxiety of our situation kept us from feeling the effects of the late

hour. I was informed how to act "ladylike" in classroom situations;

how girls talked to each other when they first met; what to talk about

with other girls (including clothes, makeup and boys); what to wear in

different situations; and other girls' knowledge. I was also advised

how to avoid setting off Linda's short temper, and how to even please

her (something I could never do with my own roommate).

I managed to get in a few pointers about how boys behaved, but Julie

seemed to already know most of it. "I'm usually pretty observant," she

explained, "And I've been studying boys for a while."

Julie blushed as I gave her a strange look. "It's not like your

girl-watching!" she said, obviously flustered. "I'm just curious about

things, and I sometimes watch people to see how they act."

"It's okay," I said, "I was just curious myself about how you knew so

much about being a boy."

"Well, to tell you the truth," she confided, "I noticed years ago that

you and I looked a lot alike, except for our clothes and our hair. I

didn't want to be mistaken for a boy, so I studied how you acted and

just tried to be more feminine than that. No offense, but you're not

the most typical brother around, so I soon compared the way you acted

to other boys to make sure I would always seem undoubtedly girlish.

Now it's paying off for me in my masqerading as a boy, but I'm afraid

I've become so much more feminine than you, you'll have to really doll

it up."

Just as Julie finished talking the door swung open to reveal Todd and

Linda glaring triumphantly at us, their virtual prisoners.

Linda spoke first. "Well, Julie, I think it's time you got back to

bed. Your brother's visit is over."

Julie and I looked at each other in confusion. Did this mean they had

decided not to go through with their plan? It must have been just a

prank, or a joke. I could live with the smooth legs until the hair

grew back, and Julie's hair could be restyled to look feminine again.

I was just glad they weren't going to continue with the cruel switch.

"I'll just exchange clothes back with Jeremy," Julie offered cheerily.

"Shut up, Jeremy, you geek!" Todd ordered. Except he wasn't speaking

to me; he was speaking to Julie!

"Yes Jeremy," agreed Linda. "No one spoke to you. I just told your

sweet looking sister to get back into bed. She's already in her pretty

nighty. You need to go back with Todd and put on your pajamas."

I quickly recognized that the plan was still on, and already beginning!

I wasn't going to be addressed as Jeremy anymore; I would be called

Julie! And my sister (whom I would now have to call my brother, I

supposed) would be called by my name.

"Come on, you naughty girl!" Linda demanded while looking straight at

me. "I'm your roommate. Don't make me have to act like your

baby-sitter!"

"But...," I protested feebly, again frozen into inaction by my shock.

Linda strode forward, grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me forward

through the door. WHACK! She gave me a hard spank on the behind as she

marched me to the bed. "Don't disobey your senior roommate again,

little girl!" she dictated. "Now climb into your bunk!"

"Hey, Jeremy, your sister has sexy legs!" Todd called in a piecing

whisper across the room.

I turned toward him only to blush furiously when I saw him lustfully

exploring my legs with his smirking eyes. I scurried up the ladder

into the bunk bed, and promptly hid my hairless legs beneath the

covers.

Todd kissed Linda goodbye, and within moments he and my "brother" were

out the window. Linda closed and locked it behind them.

"Sweet dreams, little princess," she mocked as she climbed into her own

bed.

I drifted off into a disturbed slumber, wondering if I would awaken to

find that this was all a dream.

4. Chapter

The next morning I awoke to the sound of an alarm clock, which buzzed

for only a few seconds before I heard a SLAP which ended it. Much to

my dismay, I found myself in the same nighty and panties that I had

hoped would be part of a bad dream. I saw Linda groggily climb out of

her bottom bunk. Even in the morning, she looked lovely.

Unfortunately, the reaction provoked in my maleness from seeing such a

sexy girl first thing in the morning was somewhat embarrassing.

Fortunately, I was beneath the heavy covers.

"Rise and shine, little lady," came Linda's voice while her back was

still turned. "You've got a busy day ahead of you."

She turned and strode back to the bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Before I saw what she was doing, she threw back the covers from my bed.

Exposed before her eyes was my girlish body having a very male

reaction. I turned bright red and tried to turn away.

"Oh, no you don't!" she said mockingly as she turned me back towards

her. "It's time for my cute little roommate to get up. It won't

embarrass me to see your dainty body trying to look male. In your

nighty and panties it's hardly noticeable. Now get out of bed!"

I hurriedly obeyed, climbing down the ladder in record time. But as

soon as I reached the floor I realized that I had no idea what to do

next. I didn't know what I was supposed to do today, or what to wear,

or where to find "my" clothes, or anything. I stood there confused for

a second, as Linda began picking out her clothes for the day.

She noticed my lack of activity and snapped at me, "What are you just

standing there for? Go take your shower!"

I wandered toward the bathroom door slowly.

"Just a minute," Linda said, freezing me. She handed me a bar of

"Dove" soap, and a bottle of some fancy salon shampoo. "Use these to

wash, and wrap the big towel around you when you're finished. Then

come straight out. We have to hurry this morning."

I nodded mutely as I accepted the items and walked into the bathroom.

The shower felt good, though my silky legs felt wierd. The "Dove" and

special shampoo were far more perfumed than the soap and shampoo I

usually used. I smelled very effeminate as I stepped out of the

shower. I dried off and wrapped the big towel around me, as instructed

(it was pink of course). With a jolt I discovered that I had

unconsciously wrapped the towel around my chest rather than my waist -

just like a girl! Even though I had nothing upstairs to hide, I had

reflexively emmulated a female mannerism. I hoped this wasn't

affecting my mind!

With no small amount of trepidation, I opened the door and walked out

of the bathroom clad in only a pink towel.

"Well, you're looking cheerful today," commented Linda. I realized she

was right. In my nervousness I had started to smile slightly.

"I'm just nervous," I said in my best immitation of Julie's voice.

"My God," she said. "If I hadn't seen your little 'display' when I

pulled down the covers this morning, I'd almost think you and your twin

switched back while I was asleep."

I blushed, both because of the comment about my "display" and because

of the further mention of my natural femininity.

"Even your blushing is so cute and girlish!" she exclaimed, deepening

my abashment. I was relieved, however, that she didn't seem nearly as

mean spirited as she had last night. Her comments seemed genuine,

rather than manufactured to humiliate me. She simply stared for a

minute, shaking her head slightly, as if in disbelief. "You really

should have been born a girl. This seems so natural to you.

"Anyway, come over here and I'll get you ready," she said in a slightly

sterner tone. "I'll help you today, but I expect you to learn this in

one lesson. If you don't look presentable on your own after that,

it'll be more punishment than just wearing skirts!"

She left her threat dangling as she lead me over to her bed. Laid out

across the bed was a Chapel Hill girl's uniform.

"This morning is the last session of freshmen orientation, so you'll be

wearing your uniform," clarified Linda. "But before you put that on,

take this."

She handed me a lacy white bra. Sitting in the cups were small fake

silicon breasts. I meekly accepted the bra and breast forms.

"Oh, don't pout!" she said. "All girls your age have some development

in their chest. You'll need these or everyone will suspect that you're

a boy. You're just lucky I have such realistic forms. Chalk that up

to me trying to date high school boys while I was in the sixth grade.

"I'm going to take my shower now, but be dressed when I come out," she

said as she walked into the bathroom.

As soon as she closed the door behind her, I was seized with the desire

to escape. I realized immediately that I couldn't! All my clothes

were across campus. If I tried to get to them, I had my choice of

either running outside in a towel, or putting on my sister's clothes.

In either case, there was no way I could simply waltz into my dorm and

get to my room without being stopped. In a towel, I'd be stopped

before I could even leave this dorm. And in the clothes before me, I

figured the best that could happen would be that they would chastise me

a for being a miscreant young lady, trying to visit the boys.

Left without alternatives, I began to put on the uniform. The bra and

panties were first, both lacy and white. I filled the bra with the

very realistic breast forms, thankful for them as Linda had predicted.

Then I put on the white blouse (which buttoned the opposite way of

boys' shirts) and plaid skirt. After checking in the mirror to see

that the blouse was properly tucked in and the skirt was smoothed, I

put on the white knee socks. They had a subtle floral pattern up one

side that I'd never noticed before. Next, I tied the green satin

ribbon in a bow around the neck. I followed that by slipping into the

brown penny-loafers and short blue jacket.

As I examined my appearence in the mirror, I surprised myself. Looking

back out at me was a prim and proper young lady ready to start classes

at her exclusive boarding school. No hint of the boy beneath the skirt

was visible. What the mirror relfected was all-girl. The scary

resemblence to my sister last night was nothing compared to what I now

beheld.

Since my hair was a little messy, I picked up a brush and began to fix

it. Soon I had even that affirming my new young womanhood.

"Very attractive," Linda commented from behind, as she observed me. I

jumped from startlement. I was so entraced by my task that I hadn't

heard her leave the bathroom.

"Thank you," I responded quietly.

"I think it could use a little something else though," she observed.

She studied me intently, but while so detached, for a few moments I

felt like a department store mannequin.

"Sit in this chair," she directed, as she pulled one out from in front

of a desk.

I sat, noticing Linda's sleek body clad in a light yellow towel as mine

had been a moment before. I tried hard not to stare, but it didn't

seem to matter as Linda became absorbed in toying with my hair. She

removed a few hairspray bottles, brushes, a curling iron and a scissors

before she really set to work. I had no view of the proceedings, but I

felt the scissors snip away a few selected hairs and the curling iron

roll others into curls, as Linda snipped, shaped and sprayed my hair

into the style she wanted. After about fifteen intense minutes, during

which not a word was spoken, Linda presented me with a hand held

mirror.

For the umpteenth time in the past twelve hours, I was amazed to see a

lovely feminine creature staring back at me through the glass. Linda

was some kind of amateur hair-styling genius. I hadn't realized I had

so much hair. As a boy, I had simply combed it flat, brushing over

only to keep it out of my eyes. Linda had shaped that same hair into a

beautiful head of blonde curls, looking totally feminine. I had never

noticed how much hair can change a girl's appearence before. The

simple style I had brushed it into was attractive, but definitely made

me look more "tomboyish" (though still unlike a real boy!). This style

had me looking like I couldn't be "boyish" if I tried! I probably

would be one of the most dainty and feminine girls in my class!

"You don't have to master the hair-styling in one lesson, but I'll

expect you to learn soon," said Linda. "Everything else looks perfect!

You don't need any help there. Just a little make-up."

She took out some blush, and lipstick and quickly applied both to my

face. "subtle colors for school," she explained. "Any look too

'painted' will get you in trouble with the dean. But this will help

complete your adorable transformation into a pretty young lady."

She handed me a gold necklace with a tiny cross pendant, which I

recognized as belonging to my sister, along with a gold bracelet and

pearl friendship ring. I put them on, and they fit perfectly.

"Now you're ready for the public," remarked Linda.

"Now?" I asked worriedly, trying to think up any excuse to stay in the

room.

"Of course, now," she responded. "Orientation starts in the conference

hall on the first floor in ten minutes."

"Aren't you coming?" I asked in a panicky voice.

"Don't be silly, doll, I'm a senior," she said. "What do I need with

orientation?"

"But this won't work! I don't know where to go or what to say or

anything!" I continued frantically.

"Relax," Linda said smoothly. "You look like a girl. I've seen your

walk, and it's even more feminine than most girls. You even talk like

a girl. As long as you keep that straight, you'll just look like

another lost freshman." She giggled. "Or freshperson, I should say."

She gave me directions to the conference hall and scooted me out the

door. "Have a nice day, Julie," she called so everyone down the hall

could hear. "Hurry back when your lecture is finished."

5. Chapter

I found myself walking down the corridor among many other freshman

girls. Most were whispering quietly to each other in small groups. A

few seemed to be avoiding company, though they looked like they wanted

to join. I figured those must be still under hazing by their

roommates, like Julie... like me. I followed their lead and proceeded

down quietly, trying to look pleasant without breaking silence. No one

seemed to pay any attention to me. I obviously wasn't getting "read"

as a boy.

We filed into the conference hall and took our seats. There were about

fifty of us, and just enough chairs so that none remained vacant. I

smoothed my skirt beneath me before I sat, as I had seen my sister do

hundreds of times. The whispers had stopped as we entered the room,

and I easily spotted why. A very severe looking older woman with a

scowl on her face stood at the front of the room glaring in general at

all the girls as we filled the room. She didn't seem like the sort to

take kindly to disorder, particularly talking, in her classroom. As

the last seat was filled she walked up to the podium and began

speaking.

She told us she would like to welcome us all into the Chapel Hill

Academy, and that she was certain we were the right sort of girls to

uphold their high standards of excellence. She continued on about how

over the past week she hoped we had become comfortable with our new

surroundings and that she and the other faculty members were always

willing to assist us girls in the adjustment from home to boarding

school. She then lectured us about the level of excellence the school

had achieved, the school's history and our expected role as students.

The lecture was quite boring and I was beginning to tune it out when

the speaker caught my interest.

"I know some of you are still participating in the 'initiation' period

with your senior roommates," she said. "However, after our lecture

today we are planning a brief freshmen social, in which you will all be

expected to socialize. The girls you see around you will be your

classmates and friends for the next four years. We, the faculty,

therefore require you all to break any vows of silence at least during

this social period." She smiled at us, though it seemed an unnatural

expression for her. "And we have a further surprise arranged for you

this evening, but you'll learn about that in the general school

assembly this afternoon."

With that we were dismissed from the conference hall and led into the

cafeteria, where fruit punch and cookies were being served. I tried to

keep to myself as conversations started breaking out, but as we filed

through the line for some punch I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned

to discover a girl about my height with long red hair who introduced

herself. "Hi, my name's Jenny," she said extending her hand.

"Mine's Julie," I said shyly as I clasped her hand and shook it gently.

I was really nervous, as I did my best to remember all my sister's

pointers from the night before.

"I noticed you a few days ago in the hallway," she said. "You've

already changed your hair."

"Uh-huh," I nodded, realizing she really was mistaking me for my

sister.

"It's very pretty," she offered kindly.

"Thank you," I replied, hoping she would get bored talking to me and go

away.

"Let's get some punch and sit together," she insisted.

In spite of myself I agreed. She seemed like a genuinely friendly

person. I would just have to do my best to keep up my act so she

didn't discover my secret.

We soon sat off to the side of the room sipping punch together. She

explained that she lived in the room next to mine, so she had seen me

all week long. She said that her roommate still had her under hazing,

so she couldn't speak to me until now. She asked where I was from, and

I told her. She asked if I had any brothers or sisters, and I almost

said I had two sisters, but caught myself and claimed a brother and a

sister instead.

Soon we were chatting away like two girlfriends who've known each other

forever. Even though I completely forgot all of my sister's advice

about conversations, I didn't slip up even once. When the topic

shifted to clothes I described the various outfits I had seen my sister

pick out recently, claiming them as my own purchases. When she asked

if I had a boyfriend, I blushed and said no. She just replied, "Me

neither," and changed the subject.

Time flew by and soon a bell rang. "What's that for?" I asked Jenny.

"The general assembly, silly," answered Jenny. "Come on, let's sit

together for it."

Instead of the conference hall, this was held in an auditorium. All

the girls, freshmen through seniors, attended, as well as all the

faculty. We sat together by class, and I saw Linda across the

auditorium with the seniors. I saw her pointing to me and whispering

to her friends who laughed cruelly. I began to panic as I was sure she

had exposed my true identity to them.

I was soon brought around by a distinguished looking elder man who

approached the microphone and beckoned us to be silent. He introduced

himself as Dr. Kurtly, principal of both Chapel Hill and Old Chapel.

He proceeded to give another long, dull lecture, most of which I barely

heard. I was too busy planning how I was going to hide my bare legs

from the other guys until the hair grew back, as well as other

necessities of my readjustment to male life.

I was once again roused at the end by the "surprise" mentioned in the

previous lecture, though I had already forgotten the mention of it.

Dr. Kurtly said he had decided that this was a special year, being the

100th anniversary of the school's founding. He said he had been trying

to think of something we could do to commemorate the occasion. "Then I

thought to myself," he said, "How would I go about celebrating such an

occasion if I was a student? The answer was simple. I'd throw a

party. So tonight, the young ladies of Chapel Hill will be escorted to

a school wide party by our fine young men at Old Chapel."

The auditorium erupted in clapping, cheering and excited chattering.

Jenny grabbed my arm beside me and beemed a smile my way. "Now we'll

have a chance to find boyfriends!" she exclaimed.

Dr. Kurtly quieted down the auditorium to announce that the party

would begin at seven o'clock, and that it would be a formal dinner and

dance. Our escorts would be assigned by the faculty from the boys of

our corresponding class at Old Chapel. We were encouraged to begin

preparing right away because our escorts would meet us in the lobby

promptly at seven. It was now noon.

As we were dismissed, my mood was one of confused fright. I absolutely

could not be "escorted" to a formal dinner and dance by a boy. What's

more this boy would be a classmate of mine for the next four years.

How could I ever be his friend as a male knowing that he had once been

my date?

"Aren't you excited about the dance?" Jenny asked enthusiastically.

I nodded and smiled in a totally unconvincing manner. I tried to

change the subject. "Did you see my roommate and her friends laughing

at me in the auditorium? I wonder what they were saying about me."

"Oh, they were just poking fun about your freshman hazing," Jenny

explained. "But starting tomorrow your hazing is over. School rules

say it can't continue into actual class days."

WHEW! I thought to myself how relieved it felt to know that this jaunt

into femininity would br over tomorrow. After the dance I'd get to

switch places with my sister again and return to my normal life. My

hazing was rough, but at least it was brief. I was still disturbed

about the imminent dance, however, and Jenny picked up on it.

"What's the matter," she asked. "You do have something special to wear

tonight don't you?"

Recovering quickly, I picked up on this to avoid her further suspicion.

"I just don't know what would look right," I complained.

"Julie," she reprimanded, "what are friends for? I'll help you pick

out something to wear. And if you don't see anything of your own you

like, you can borrow something of mine! We're about the same size."

I inwardly groaned at the mess I had just created. Now Jenny wanted me

to try on dress after dress in front of her, maybe even dresses that

weren't my sister's! Even if I could keep up my disguise under those

circumstances, the result would probably be that Jenny would put me in

a gorgeous dress to help me attract lots of male attention. We were

boyfriend hunting after all.

I couldn't turn her down without sounding suspect, though, so I agreed

and thanked her for her generous offer. She suggested that we go right

up to my room and begin, so we started up immediately.

Soon we were plowing through my sister's closet, attempting to pick out

the perfect outfit for tonight. I soon discovered that my sister

really hadn't brought anything that looked right for a formal dance.

My comment to that effect was more perfect than I knew. Jenny had me

try on different dresses anyway, usually with a comment like, "Oh!

This one's adorable! Try this on!" or, "This isn't really right for

tonight's dance, but try it on anyway. It'll make you look sexy!"

I tried on a dozen different dresses, some so short and tight I was

sure my cover was blown. But each time I emerged from the bathroom in

a new dress, Jenny complimented the way it looked. I found myself

telling her which stores some of the dresses had come from, since I had

helped my sister pick some of them out. By the last dress, I was truly

enjoying myself and we were getting into a deep discussion about what

clothing styles were "hot" this fall.

Suddenly, Linda came in. She saw me wearing a hot pink mini-dress of

Julie's and smiled cruelly. "Oh, honey, that's a great look for you,"

she exclaimed in mock appreciation. "That really shows off your legs

nicely. The boys will drool all over you!"

Jenny missed the sarcasm in her tone and followed up on it. "Your

roommate is right," she said. "Legs are a real turn on for most guys.

I've got a formal mini that will look dynamite on you! It will be

perfect for tonight! I'll go get it!"

She ran out of the room, closing the door behind her. I was left with

Linda.

"Well, well, well," she began. "Looks like you'll be getting more

lessons in womanhood than you imagined."

I tried not to blush. I just nodded and said, "At least it will be

over tonight."

"What will be over tonight, precious?" she asked sarcastically. Her

"precious" comment made me very aware of how girlish I looked in the

pink mini-dress.

"Jenny told me about the school rule. Hazing has to end by the first

day of classes," I explained, though I was sure she already knew what I

meant. "That means my hazing is over with by tomorrow. So tonight

I'll get to return to the boys' dorm."

A look of exaggerated surprise appeared upon Linda's face. "Whatever

do you mean about going to the boys' dorm? That's no way for a young

girl like you to celebrate the end of her hazing! I don't care how

well you get along with the boys tonight, you will not accompany one of

them back to their room, and that is final!"

"But Linda," I protested, flustered. "I'm not a girl."

A smirk appeared on Linda's face as she retorted, "You're not a woman

yet, young lady! When you're a full grown woman you can sleep with any

man you choose, but not while you're such an innocent child. When your

hazing ends maybe you can play dress-up with your new little friend

some more."

I blushed once more. Linda wouldn't allow me to end my real hazing,

which was masquerading as my sister. She was only ending the hazing

all the other girls had gone through. I was still trapped in the

charade of being a girl until Linda tired of it; and she didn't seem

tired yet. Now she was compounding my protests into making me feel

more like a willful, boy-crazy girl than an imprisoned boy.

Just then, Jenny knocked and came in. "Ta-Da!" she cried as she held

forth an obscenely short virgin white dress. It was a strapless

design, decorated with an intricate pearl pattern and a large white bow

just below the bare back. The tiers of lace at the bottom did little

to hide the fact that it was even shorter than the mini-dress I was

wearing now. It was positively gorgeous!

"I have some long white lace gloves and a handbag that will match

perfectly," Jenny offered. "I noticed you have a pair of white heels

of just the right shade."

"Jenny, it's beautiful, but I couldn't...," I tried to object, but

Jenny cut me off.

"Now don't argue," she said. "My mother buys me more formal dresses

than I'll ever get a chance to wear. You just let me borrow some of

your things sometime, and we'll call it even."

"My, you'll look radiant in that Julie!" Linda said. "I'll even help

you redo your hair to complete the look."

"So it's settled!" Jenny announced. "I can't wait to see you in this

dress tonight! I'll run the gloves and handbag by later. Right now

I've got to run. My parents are supposed to call at three, and it's

almost three now. Bye!" And Jenny rushed out the door. I closed it

behind her.

"Now, Julie, my dear," Linda announced in her commanding tone, "you

have a little time before you have to prepare for the big night, so

take this basket of laundry downstairs to the laundrette. I want

everything washed, pressed and folded neatly by 4:30."

To my chagrin, I accepted the basket and headed out into the hallway

once again, this time in a pink mini-dress. I made it to the

laundrette just fine, though I was forced to take only short girlish

steps, for fear my mini-dress would expose my panties. I hurriedly

completed my chore, avoiding converstion with the few other girls doing

their laundry, and rushed back up to my room.

6. Chapter

Linda was waiting for me when I got back. With her typical superior

tone, she greeted me by saying, "Hurry up, Julie doll, we need to make

sure you look just perfect for your date tonight."

I was told to shower and come out in a towel again. I hurriedly

obeyed. I needed Linda's help to get through tonight. The last thing

I needed was to get her mad at me by disagreeing.

When I came out of the bathroom, wrapped in my fluffy pink towel, I

found another surprise waiting for me. Linda held forth one of the

laciest and sexiest teddies I had ever imagined, complete with garters

and stockings. "Since this is such a special night for you, I thought

we'd liven up your undergarments a little," she said. "Besides," she

added with a giggle, "Who knows where tonight may lead. Your new

boyfriend might like teddies."

Rather than argue, I just accepted the teddy and smiled. I really was

taken by the absolute femininity of its design. From the virgin white

satin and lace material to the sexiness of the garter, there was no

doubt that this teddy was meant for the most dainty and demure girls.

Linda politely turned her back instructing me to immeditely put on the

sexy underthings. Tucking the only remaining sign of my masculinity

firmly between my legs, I removed the towel and slipped into the lacy

teddy. The material was softer than anything I had ever worn before,

and it fit so tightly that my "baby-fat" was forced into a more

feminine shape in my hips and my chest. I smoothed the white stockings

up my legs, secretly rejoicing at how soft and silky they felt. After

I had the garters secure, Linda handed me a baby pink satin dressing

gown. Slipping my "falsies" into place and allowing the satiny

dressing gown to preserve what remained of my modesty, I let Linda know

I was ready. She instructed me to sit in the same chair in which she

had doctored my appearance this morning.

If this morning's job was genius, then what Linda did this afernoon

surpassed genius. As curlers set my hair, she set about making up my

face. The understated look appropriate for school was thrown out the

window in favor of a no holds barred heart-breaker look. Applying

base, heavier blush, a few shades of eyeshadow, mascara, and bright red

lipstick, my face was transformed into one impossible to describe as

even remotely boyish. Even my eyebrows were plucked and shaped into a

feminine appearence, something even my sister never did.

When the curlers came out of my hair, Linda set that into an even more

strikingly feminine set of blonde ringlets than she had this morning,

with a few curls seductively hanging clear down to my left eye. A

large white bow was added in back, proving that my hair was indeed

longer than I had realized.

A knock came from the door and Linda quickly answered it. Jenny rushed

in carrying a white handbag and long white lace gloves. "Sorry it took

so long to bring these over," she said. Then she caught sight of me

sitting in my dressing gown with my hair and makeup ready for tonight.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "I don't know if I want to be anywhere near you

tonight!"

"Why not?" I asked, oddly disturbed that my new friend might not stay

near me during the dance.

"Because you're going to steal the attention of every guy there!" she

bubbled. "You'll end up with fifty new boyfriends and I won't have

any!"

"Oh, that's not true," I said. "Linda did a great job helping me, but

I'm not that different from this afternoon."

"You certainly are!" Jenny insisted. "Trust me. Tonight every guys'

eyes will be following you."

"She's right, Julie," goaded Linda. "I saw your class at the assembly,

and there's no doubt you'll be one of the sexiest freshmen girls at the

dance. I'll bet your dinner date will try to keep the other boys away

so he can have you to himself."

"Speaking of the dance, I've got to run and get ready!" Jenny cried, as

she rushed out the door. "See you tonight, Julie!" she yelled as the

door closed behind her.

"Well, now that you're the envy of the other girls, it sounds like

you're about ready for tonight," said Linda. "Now I have to hurry and

get ready. Leave your dress off until we're about ready to go. You

don't want to get it wrinkled."

With that, Linda closed herself into the bathroom to prepare herself.

I was left on my own with about two hours left until the dreaded

dinner-dance. I sat in my dressing gown reading the girls magazine

"Sassy." Fortunately for me, it was full of articles about how to act

around boys, including one on how to say "NO" to unwelcome sexual

advances. That might come in handy tonight, if I was really as

striking in my appearance as Jenny and Linda claimed.

Linda emerged from the bathroom in a short blue bathrobe and proceeded

to prepare herself for the evening. After her makeup and hair were

finished, she took out a sequined red dress, then proceeded to select

her shoes, and accessories to go with it. As she picked out some ruby

stud earings, she turned to me with a smile.

"A girl your age would be very conspicuous with no earings, wouldn't

you agree?" she asked insidiously. My heart sank, but my head had to

nod in agreement. Linda smiled as she quickly numbed my earlobes with

ice and pierced them. When I next saw myself in the mirror I was

wearing diamond stud earings. If anyone noticed my pierced ears after

my sister and I switched back, I'd have some explaining to do. Lots of

boys my age had a single pireced ear, but I knew none this side of

George Michael with both pierced.

Linda instructed me to get dressed, and we both quickly slipped into

our seductive dresses. I also put on my 3" heeled shoes and long lace

gloves. Linda picked out a few thin bracelets and a diamond pendant

necklace for me to wear as well. My handbag was filled with lipstick,

blush and a powder puff, as well as some kleenex and a few other items.

As I prepared myself to walk out the door, I heard Linda call, "Julie!"

very sharply. I whirled around just in time to find myself blinded by

the flash of a camera. "That's just so you'll always have something to

remember this night by," she said. I wasn't sure I cared to remember

this night, but I didn't say so.

Moments later Linda and I were walking down the hall. We were joined

by some other girls, all spectacularly dressed, as we made our way to

the front hall. I noticed, somewhat sheepishly, that Jenny and Linda

were right. I was one of the prettiest "girls" in my class. Most of

my classmates were good-looking, but my small size and dainty features

(not to mention my blonde hair) made my appearence especially

noticable.

Soon an older dorm matron had us seperate according to class and line

up alphabetically. Luckily Jenny's last name was "Roberts" so we stood

next to one another. She looked fantastic too. She wore a metallic

emerald green T-length gown, with a very low bust line. She wore

matching emerald earings, necklace and braclets. Her hair was done up

in a pretty french braid, and her makeup was as striking as my own. If

I could have attended the dance as a boy, I'd have tried to dance with

her. As it was, I found that to be highly unlikely.

The severe looking teacher from this afternoon quieted the room and

announced that our escorts would soon be arriving. We would dine in

the banquet hall and dance immediately afterward. We were to behave as

proper young ladies at all times. There was to be no lascivious

behavior at any time. There would be faculty members chaperoning and

watching out for any untoward conduct.

With that she finished her speech. A different teacher came in to

announce that the boys were here. My nerves had one more chance to

tense before we began filing out of the dorm, toward the frightening

experience of my first "date."

7. Chapter

We filed through the doorway, and as we did we were met by a line of

boys, dressed in formal jackets and ties. They each presented their

"dates" with corsages provided by the school, no doubt), and then

escorted the girls toward the banquet hall, as the girls took hold of

their escort's arm.

As I came towards the point where I would meet my escort, I saw Julie,

looking perfectly masculine, standing in the boys' line. I did a quick

count and discovered than Jenny would be escorted by her. I looked

forward to an opportunity to try to get my sister alone this evening

and discover how her day had gone as "Jeremy.".

My own escort turned out to be a tall, good looking boy named Michael.

He was at least six inches taller than me, and already looked quite

adult, though we were about the same age. His hair was dark brown, and

I could tell from his "shadow" that he already shaved regularly.

He presented me with my corsage and politely introduced himself. I

thanked him and introduced myself as "Julie Robbins." Immitating what

I'd seen all the other girls do, I took his arm and let him escort me

to the banquet hall. His large masculine build made me feel even more

dainty and feminine. The scent of his cologne mingled with my own

flowery perfume, further emphasizing this difference.

Throughout dinner Michael was a perfect gentleman, while I did my best

to be a perfect lady. Other than the few times I caught him staring at

my legs, there was nothing lude about his manner. This was a huge

relief to me, since I knew a good number of the boys in the freshman

class were very boastful of their sexual conquests of girls. I managed

to make polite small talk with him while trying to listen in on my

sister and Jenny doing the same nearby. I couldn't tell much other

than the fact that my sister was passing as a boy with little trouble.

After the dinner Michael asked me to dance. This was not supposed to

be a "couples" evening; we had only been partnered for the dinner. I

was free to dance with whomever I wanted to, or no one at all. I felt

a bit guilty, though, since Michael had been so nice during dinner.

Knowing firsthand how dejected guys can feel when turned down for a

dance, I accepted. I had hardly ever danced as a boy, and never as a

girl, but I decided to give it my best shot.

The band was playing fast fifties' rock and roll, and I think I did

well dancing the girl's part to the songs. I was really enjoying

myself, so I let Michael have a few more dances with me. The music

switched to more modern rock, and before I knew it, a slow dance came

up. All over the floor dance partners moved closer. Michael looked

into my eyes and smiled as he asked me for another dance. I must have

been blushing furiously, but I nodded yes. Soon I was being led across

the dance floor with my arms wrapped around Michael's neck and his

around my waist.

When the song was over Michael gave me a big hug and thanked me. I was

surprised by this, so I asked what it was for.

"For making my night fantastic," he said.

I blushed again, really feeling flattered by his compliment. I was at

a loss for words. Luckliy, I felt a tap on my shoulder at that time.

I turned to see my sister, arm in arm with Jenny.

"May I have the next dance?" Julie asked in a masculine way. If I

didn't know better I'd swear it was really me standing there in a

jacket and tie.

"Sure," I giggled, in a way more girlishly than I'd intended.

"Michael, I'm going to dance with my brother for a little while, okay?

We have some catching up to do."

I felt silly asking permission to dance with someone else, but I didn't

want to hurt Michael's feeliings. He smiled and nodded.

"I'll be around if you want to dance again later," he said as he walked

away. Jenny winked at me, as if to say, "Nice going," as she walked

away too.

Julie took me by the waist and I put my arms around her neck. I

wondered if it felt as funny to her as it did to me, but soon we were

dancing just as I had with Michael a moment ago (though with more

distance between us).

Keeping our voices low, we began to compare experiences. I told mine

first, after which Julie complimented me on my appearance tonight.

"You look even better than I would!" she praised.

Then I heard her story. Apparently, as soon as she returned to the

boy's dorm with Todd, she had "layed down the law." She let Todd know

there would be no "peep shows" and no unwelcome grabbing. Otherwise

she would tell the dean and principal and let us all suffer the

consequences. Todd agreed, with a littlle grumbling. The next

morning, when Todd tried to bully Julie around as he had me, Julie blew

up at him, repeating her threat from the previous night and telling him

off about his bullying attitude. Todd had left her alone after that,

except for occasional comments asking how she thought her "sister" was

doing. We guessed Todd was "more bark than bite."

The rest of Julie's day, she filled with making friends. Unlike

myself, Julie had no heart condition and was able to join in a soccer

game that afternoon. Though far from the best, she was pretty good

compared to the other freshmen boys. She figured her ballet lessons

had given her better coordination and stamina than many of them. That

overcame the word-of-mouth condemnation by Todd, so the boys accepted

Julie as "an alright guy."

No one suspected her charade all day either. In fact, she admitted,

she actually enjoyed herself immensely. "It may sound odd, but I've

never experienced the boy side of life before, and I really like it,"

she explained.

"I'm not sure you know what you're doing with Michael, though," she

cautioned. "He looked like he was falling for you. When we change

back, I'd prefer to choose my own boyfriend."

"I know," I apologized. "I don't exactly know how it happened. We

didn't talk about much during dinner, but since he was so polite I felt

like I had to dance with him a little. Then time kind of slipped away,

and the slow dance came up."

"Listen sis'," Julie said with a wink, "When a girl looks as attractive

as you do tonight, a guy doesn't need much encouragement to think you

like him. Just dance around with other guys tonight. Don't seem too

interested in any one in particular."

"Alright," I agreed, "I'll do that."

The last slow song was over and the music became fast again. We were

joined by Jenny and a few other girls and boys I didn't know. We all

began dancing and having a good time. When I next noticed, Julie was

gone.

I danced with a few other guys that night, taking Julie's advice. Two

of them tried to "feel me up" during slow dances, but I blocked their

moves and avoided them for the rest of the night. I became accustomed

to being stared at, however. Some guys made "eyes" at me, and some

gave me a visual "undressing" that felt creepy, but overall I got by

okay.

Toward the end of the evening I joined Jenny on a trip to the ladies

room. I had become so relaxed in my role that this didn't bother me at

all. As we fixed our makeup in the mirror together, Jenny began asking

about my evening.

"That guy you had dinner with sure was cute," she remarked.

"I guess so," I replied, trying to sound uninterested.

"Why haven't you danced with him since the beginning of the evening?"

she asked. "You looked like you were enjoying his company."

"I was," I admitted, hoping she didn't see me blush. "But I wanted to

meet more people before I settled on just one."

I hoped my excuse sounded believable. It must have, because Jenny just

laughed and said, "I wish I was that confident that I could find a

boyfriend!"

I laughed too, and we let the subject drop.

The funny thing was, she wasn't half wrong. With all the male

attention I had attracted tonight, I was having trouble leaving the

dance without a boyfriend. I didn't know exactly what I was doing, but

whatever it was it obviously turned the guys on, and I didn't have a

clue how to stop doing it!

As we returned to the dance an announcement was made over the speakers

that the next song would be the last. There were a lot of groans from

the students, who had clearly enjoyed themselves very much, but they

generally went along with it. Everyone tried to couple up with their

favorite dance partner of the evening.

Suddenly there was a tap on my shoulder. I turned to find Michael

standing there with a sheepish smile on his face. "May I have the last

dance?" he asked.

I hadn't seen him coming, or I would have taken my sister's advice and

avoided him. But I couldn't bring myself to turn him down to his face.

Out of all the boys I had danced with tonight, he really had been the

nicest. I accepted, and he took my hand and led me to the dance floor.

The song was very romantic and slow. All over the floor boys pulled

their partners closer. Michael was no exception. Soon we were dancing

very closely. Michael put his face right up next to mine and closed

his eyes as we danced. I was very taken by the romance of the moment,

and let myself be led around the dance floor like that.

Soon the song was over. I was beginning to pull away, expecting to

wish Michael goodbye, when he pulled me very tightly to him and kissed

me on the lips. I was paralyzed with shock, which caused my lips to

seemingly yield willingly to his. After what seemed to be a long time,

but was probably only a couple of seconds, Michael pulled away.

"See you soon," he said as he walked away toward where the freshmen

boys gathered.

I shuddered as I walked toward the freshmen girls gathering. This

dance had been a more feminine experience than I had planned on, and I

had not only passed. I had somehow also managed to acquire a very

handsome boyfriend and had my first kiss from him! I worried that this

charade was becoming too natural to me, and that I was frighteningly

comfortable in the female role.

8. Chapter

The next few weeks(!) passed quickly. I was spared the possible

complications of Michael's affection by the rigid segregation of boys

and girls, fully enforced after the dance. I quickly came to think of

Chapel Hill as my school, and Old Chapel as the boys school. As if I

didn't belong there!

Linda cooled off her full time teasing, only occasionally making snide

comments to keep me from becoming too comfortable in my masquerade.

Since her teasing was always at its worst whenever I brought up the

subject of switching places back with my sister, I soon learned not to

mention it at all. I did wonder, though, if Linda had any plans at all

for an end to her game.

I was just becoming totally accustomed to living as a girl when I had a

real shock! Our older sister, Teri, came down from college to visit

one weekend, unannounced. I blustered my way through a girlish hug to

greet her, wondering whether she'd be able to see through my disguise.

"Let's go out for some girl-talk over lunch," she suggested.

"What about Jeremy?" I asked.

"I'll drop in on him later," she said. "Right now I just want some

time with my little sister."

So off we went to lunch. Teri obtained permission to take me off

campus with her, and I soon found myself strolling around the downtown

of a strange city in feminine finery. This was the first time I'd gone

off school grounds as a girl, and the experience was strangely

pleasant. Around campus I always knew that someone (namely Linda) was

watching me very closely, threatening to "blow the whistle" on my

identity. Here I was free to uninhibitedly enjoy the feel of my skirt

against my nylon covered legs. I could freely exchange flirtatious

glances with passing young men. I could let myself really delight in

window shopping the ladies apparel shops; and even a lingerie display!

To my sister this was just her carefree little sister Julie, who had

always enjoyed being a girl. To me it was a chance to take Julie's

advice to take pleasure in femininity as a way of relieving the stress

of being a "fake" girl. As a result we both had a wonderful time as

sisters out on the town, and I soon realized that even my own family

couldn't see through my disguise!

We eventually found ourselves dining at an upscale sidewalk cafe,

enjoying salads and tea. Teri asked me about school, and since I had

been filling in for Julie almost from the beginning I was able to tell

her all about "Julie's" experiences at Chapel Hill; obviously leaving

some selected parts (like the "switch") unmentioned. She talked for

awhile about her final year in college, and then talk turned to our

parents. That's when Teri dropped a "bomb" into the conversation.

"I was talking to mom about you and Jeremy just yesterday," Teri

explained, "and she said to tell you that you both had a physical that

was overdue. Your school nurse apparently just noticed it in the

school records." I froze inside. "Mom said she'll pick you both up

next weekend and take you to a doctor she knows in town. She wanted an

excuse to visit anyway."

Terrific! I had one week to get Linda to allow my sister and I to

switch back! And I severely doubted it would be an easy task. The

only times she really became difficult to live with anymore were the

times when I'd bring up this very subject. And to top it all off I had

a strange reluctance to change back. I had many girl friends at Chapel

Hill, and no friends at all back at Old Chapel. True these were

girl-to-girl friendships, instead of what most boys think of as

girlfriends, but I didn't want to give them up.

But it went beyond even that. I was finally realizing why my sister

had always loved being a girl so much. There was something

indescribable about it that I truly loved, and that I didn't want to

surrender. But I knew it would have to end. A physical by a doctor

would be an impossible situation in which to maintain our "secret."

For the remainder of lunch with Teri, I was somewhat distracted. In

the car, on her way to take me back to Chapel Hill, she asked me about

it.

"I'm just tired from our day," I offered, but I wondered if I might

confide in her. It would be nice to have someone to talk to about all

that had happened to me. Teri was always very understanding. I

decided to try. Odds were, she'd here about it after the upcoming

physical anyway.

"Actually, Teri," I began, "there is something bothering me. And it's

really important, but I don't know if I should tell you."

"It doesn't matter what it is, Julie," she said in her best

'understanding' tone. "You can always talk to me. That's what sisters

are for."

I took a deep breath. Should I, or shouldn't I? I plunged ahead before

I talked myself out of it. I told her everything, from the night Todd

and I sneaked into Julie's room, to the dance, to the present.

At first she looked shocked. Then skeptical. Then I saw she was

becoming convinced. She said nothing as I emptied my soul to her,

other than supportive encouragement. When I was finished she leaned

over (she had parked the car at a public park as I spoke) and gave me a

hug. "I didn't believe you at first," she said. "You don't look or

act anything like the Jeremy I remember, and even as you spoke I

couldn't picture you as a boy. But I've known you both all your lives,

and I know when you're telling the truth."

I was relieved. She wasn't horrified, or angry at me. She wasn't

shouting or threatening to tell our parents. She was just being

sensitive and loving. I cried a little as I thanked her for being so

caring.

After a while, when she had let it all sink in, she asked, "Jeremy, do

you like being a girl?"

I was taken aback by the question, but I was too emotionally drained to

avoid the truth. I nodded my head.

"That's okay," she assured me. "It's good that you have gained

something from all of this. Do you plan to stay this way?"

"No!" I cried. "I'm a male! I admit I've enjoyed this somewhat, but

it's not right!"

Teri calmed me down, and agreed not to pursue that subject anymore.

But something about the way she said it didn't convince me. My mind

was probably just playing tricks from being so stressed. After all,

hadn't Teri been perfectly understanding so far? Teri assured me that

she would help take care of the potential problems stemming from the

upcoming physical. Though she didn't explain how, I trusted her and my

fears about it ebbed.

We drove back to Chapel Hill. I thanked Teri several times and we

hugged goodbye. It was only on reflection that I realized that the

whole time I was with Teri I had talked and moved like Julie - even as

I told her I was really Jeremy! No wonder she had been skeptical at

first. It shook me up a bit that even as I confessed my true sex, my

whole manner still belied it.

9. Chapter

The day of the dreaded physical arrived, and I looked forward to it

with dismay. I should be seeing this as a day of liberation and

release from my forced feminization. But I couldn't lie to myself

anymore. I had loved being a girl. I felt more at home in a skirt and

blouse than I ever had in a jacket and tie. Nevertheless, I resolved

not to let my true feelings show. I would return to life as a boy with

as much resolve as I could muster. At least I'd always have my

memories of living as Julie.

I was surprised when my sister Teri, rather than my mom showed up to

take me to my physical. Apparently, she had managed to find a way to

protect our identities!

We both drove over to the boys school to pick up my twin "brother."

Teri wouldn't explain her solution to our problem until we were both in

the car.

Soon, the boarding school behind us, Teri explained, "I told mom that

I'd be happy to take you to your physicals, and bring you home for the

rest of the weekend so she'd still get to see you. Problem solved."

She laughed as the obvious worry faded from both our faces. Her simple

solution had escaped both of us academic "geniuses," and we had spent

an entire week worrying over nothing.

We drove to a secluded country park, and exchanged clothes in the

vacated public restroom. Soon I was Jeremy again, and Julie was Julie.

We smiled nervously at one another and exited to the park.

Teri burst out laughing when she saw us. We joined her, though our

laughter was more of the nervous variety. "My little brother looks

like a pansy, and his twin sister is far too butch to look good in a

skirt!"

We looked at each other and had to agree. I now made a terrible

looking boy, and she was equally unconvincing as a girl! We'd come so

far in our new roles in recent weeks!

"Don't worry!" comforted Teri. "I can help you out." As she brushed

and toyed with my long hair, trying to make it look masculine, she

explained, "The doctor I'm taking you to is a friend of mine. I think

it would make it easier if I explained the actual situation. I promise

she won't tell a soul."

Julie and I were both dead against the idea! The embarrassment this

would cause would be too intense! "Well then, how will you explain

your shaven legs, Jeremy? Or your hairy legs Julie?" We hadn't thought

of that. "And your hair is not going to look very masculine Jeremy,"

she continued, her attempts at straightening becoming frustrated.

"Both of your mannerisms are now instinctively those of your opposite

sex. And there's something more too."

We were beginning to see the necessity of letting the doctor in on our

secret, but her last point made us really convinced. "Soon," she

continued, "you'll both be developing your secondary sexual attributes.

How well could you keep up your masquerade if you began growing a beard

Jeremy, or your breasts continue developing Julie? Or when your voice

changes, Jer, and yours doesn't Jules? Doctor Thompson might have a

way of delaying these developments."

"The other alternative is that I could take your roommates aside and

lay down the law, setting things straight again, even bringing in the

principal and dean if need be," Teri offered.

"No!" Julie and I both asserted at once. While I was glad to see that

Julie was no more excited than me at the prospect of switching back, it

was also pretty troubling to know that we had both come to prefer life

as the opposite gender. At least for the time being.

Teri smiled and nodded, that same knowing look on her face that I

remembered from my conversation with her a week ago, when I revealed

our secret.

Our minds made up, we decided to exchange clothes once again. If the

doctor was going to learn our secret anyway, there was no need to try

to hide it. Though it never occured to us at the time, it should have

been the most troubling point of all. We were so comfortable living as

the opposite gender that we were worried that we couldn't "pass" as our

true sex!

The relief that I felt (and no doubt Julie shared) when we switched

back to the clothes we had left school in was the most concrete sign we

had that this hazing game was not a game anymore. As I slipped into

the car, smoothing my skirt beneath me as I sat, I let out a sigh of

relief, noticing that my "brother" did the same as he plopped into the

back seat carelessly. Teri smiled, but said nothing.

We reached the doctor's office and were immediately lead into a back

examining room. "Dr. Thompson will be in momentarily," the nurse said

as she left.

Teri saw the increasing tension in our faces as we waited, knowing that

a complete stranger was about to know that we were two "gender benders"

rather than what we appeared to be.

"Relax," Teri said in an attempt to calm us. "Sue Thompson is a

wonderfully understanding person. She won't think anything nasty about

you when she learns your secret."

And we soon learned that this was true. Dr. Thompson walked in and

warmly greeted Teri with a hug, saying hello to us as well. "Now what

was it you wanted to talk about before we started the physicals?" she

asked.

Teri explained our situation in a very sympathetic light, as Dr.

Thompson listened patietly and attentively. She glanced at both of us

occasionally as Teri spoke, smiling kindly, rather than mockingly as I

had feared.

"Well, that is quite a story," the doctor commented as Teri finished.

"I must say that you both a very attractive and convincing appearance.

But I'll need to know a little more about you both as soon as your

physicals are finished. Since you'd probably be uncomfortable

undressing for my nurse, I'll conduct both of your physicals by

myself."

The physicals were routine, and the doctor made us both feel relaxed

and comfortable. As promised, no nurses or others discovered our

secret. After looking at our previous medical records, she happily

informed me that my heart condition was getting much better, and

advised I should see a heart specialist soon to reduce my medication.

Other than this, we were both in perfect health. Now came the hard

part.

"Julie and Jeremy," the doctor began, speaking to us after we had

dressed, as we all sat in her private office. "I must have your

complete trust and honesty if I am to help you with your unique

situation. As your sister suspected, you are both beginning to develop

your secondary sexual characteristics. Julie's breasts will continue

to develop, her hips will widen, etc. All this will make it difficult

for you to continue to make a convincing boy, Julie. Jeremy, your

problem will be even more severe. Your development is a little behind

schedule, and is likely to come upon you very quickly when it happens.

Your voice will crack frequently, in a most un- ladylike fashion. Your

facial hair will darken and grow. You'll grow hair on your chest and

the hair over your whole body will grow to very unfeminine levels.

You'll probably grow dramatically in height at a time when nearly all

the girls your age have finished growing. In short, it will very soon

become impossible for the two of you to continue as you have been."

We were both silent, but our disappointment and sadness at this kind of

"death sentence" was apparent. We didn't bother to hide it.

The doctor continued, "Now there are only two solutions to this

problem, but both require you to be completely truthful with yourselves

and with me. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes," we responded as one.

"Good," Dr. Thompson said. "Now here are your options. Your first,

is the most obvious. Change back to your original selves. Jeremy must

go back to being a boy, and Julie must go back to being a girl. If you

have any doubts at all about continuing your role reversal on a more

permanent basis, you MUST do this."

She paused, to let this sink in, but we were hardly in a reflective

mood and anxiously awaited option number two.

"The other option," she continued, "is to begin some kind of hormone

therapy which will allow this to continue. Please understand the

long-term consequences of this option. If this begins, it will be very

difficult and expensive to reverse, and will be impossible to ever

completely erase."

She continued to fill in the details of option number two. She

proposed that we begin hormone therapy to chemically change our bodies

to the gender we now only pretended to be. This would cause our bodies

to develop the secondary traits of the appropriate sex. I would grow

breasts, wide hips, and develop the voice of an adult female. Julie

would grow a beard and other body hair, would grow taller and develop a

deep voice. She would also probably have to undergo cosmetic surgery

to remove her already existing breast development.

It was only the final catch that broke me out of my firm resolve to go

ahead with this. "And you will, of course, have to explain this to

your parents and get their consent."

My face fell at this last shock. How could I ever tell mom and dad

that their only son wanted to be a girl? I looked over at Julie, and

she looked completely confused and uncertain. I figured we had a lot

to talk about before making our decision.

Dr. Thompson understood our confusion, and told us that we didn't have

to decide this second. In fact, she encouraged us to go home and talk

this over with our family. "But," she said, "if you don't decide to go

ahead with the second option before the weekend is over, you should not

hesitate in changing back to your original gender. If need be, have

your parents go to the school and insist that you change roommates!

Your masquerade won't survive the school year if puberty hits soon.

Please call me this weekend as soon as you've made your decision."

With that, we left the office. The drive toward home was entirely

silent. Even Teri didn't try to bring us out of our introspection.

How would we decide to resolve this? How could we tell mom and dad?

How would they respond when we did?

Before we knew it, we were pulling into the driveway of our home.