Message-ID: <27658asstr$975665406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: MelLin6695@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} New TG from Waldo - Schooldays - Part 3 of 3 Date: Fri, 1 Dec 2000 05:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, english Schooldays (cont) by Waldo We carried my purchases to the car and I thought that we were going to go straight home so I could do another fashion show for her but within the privacy of our home. Instead she put most of my new clothes into the trunk but selected a different outfit consisting of a very uptown skirt and a blouse that I had seen one of my favorite MTV personalities wearing just that week. Putting that into a bag along with a bra, panties, pantyhose, and a pair of shoes, she said "We got two more stops before we go home." Now Mom's spent about six hundred and fifty dollars in the last three hours buying me a whole new clothing ensemble. I couldn't let her spend all that money on me on "playtime" clothes so I tried to talk to her. "Look Mom, I appreciate your interest in trying to help me get this part in the school play but don't you think that enough is enough." Putting her hand around my waist to guide me back into the mall as we talked, she shocked me with her answer. "Tonya, for a long time I've known that you've had a gender confusion problem. I've seen some of my bra straps mysteriously adjusted to fit a body your size. I've smelled traces of your cologne in my dirty panties. I've hung some of my clothes just so on a hanger in the closet only to come home later and see that the hanger is turned differently and that a button left unbuttoned on purpose is now buttoned. I know that you very frequently dress in my clothes. About two years ago, I started going through lipstick almost twice as fast as I had been using it. So I hid a video camera in my bedroom one day and later watched the film. I saw a very lonely boy become a very happy girl as she pranced around my bedroom in my clothes. When I discovered that you played hooky from school today, I decided it was time to see how much of a girl you really were. So I did everything this morning to see how strong your feminine personality was. At lunchtime, I came to the pleasant conclusion that you need to have some time to see what it's like to be a girl. So that's why I bought the new clothes for you. I'm going to give you the opportunity to be my daughter for a while to see if that's what you really want to be. If so, then I'll arrange for the necessary medical procedures to permanently turn you into an anatomically correct Tonya. If not, then I'll welcome Roy back into my house." I listened to her as she revealed that she knew that I was lying about the show. That she knew everything about me. That she was willing to support me and to allow me to live the life that was denied me because I had been born a boy instead of a girl. I didn't know what to say but when she stopped, held my arms tightly with both of her hands and asked me the question "Do you want to spend the next six months living totally and completely as Tonya? I can take care of the school problem." I knew that I only had one answer "YES!" The happiest new girl in town walked proudly back through those mall doors with her mother's arms around her. I didn't care if I ran into all of my old friends at that moment and everyone of them recognized me. I was going to become Tonya. My mother guided me into a doctor's office in the mall. I looked kinda puzzled at her and she answered my unanswered question. "When I first discovered your gender confusion, I discussed your situation with a doctor that I had been dating. He offered to help us and when I called him this morning to say that this looked like the day, he set an appointment for us at two o'clock. As a personal favor to me, he's going to do something to make it easier for you to pass as a girl." Five very nervous minutes later, Doctor Golden asked me to undress from the waist up. After ten seconds of squeezing my bare chest to see how flexible my skin was, Doctor Golden gave us the news. "Looks good to me. Well Tonya, let me tell you what your mother and I have been discussing. She wants to give you the opportunity to live as a teenage girl for several months. I told her that if you were passable... by the way, I thought that you were a real girl with very mature fashion preferences when you walked in here. So I told her that if you were passable, that I would help you with a revolutionary new medical procedure. Have you ever heard of 'liquid mold gel imprinting'? No? Well, it's a means of temporary achieving breast-like appendages that have the shape of natural breasts. It's not permanent and the effects will gradually fade in four to six months and can completely disappear in a year if not renewed by future treatment. Your mother will allow you to have this procedure if it's something that you want. In two hours you can walk out of my office with two puffy mounds on your chest that any teenage girl would be proud to have. The nipples won't change and we won't take you to any bra size larger than an A cup with this procedure. Do you want me to modify your chest for you?" "YESSSSSSSSSS!" Two minutes later, I was lying on his examination table and he was placing two molds on my chest. The molds looked like weird shaped cookie cutters. As soon as the molds were securely fastened to my chest, he began tugging on my skin, pulling the skin tight outside the molds and leaving the skin loose within the mold. When he had enough loose skin within the breast molds to start working on my new breasts, he inserted a large needle into the loose skin and positioned the needle tip so that the tip barely penetrated to the layer of skin that he wanted. Pressing on the needle's plunger, he slowly injected a clear liquid into my skin. I'm not sure of all the scientific terminology but basically the liquid would collect between those layers of skins and push the layers apart. Then the liquid would start turning into a jelly-like substance and gradually turn into a gelatinous-like substance that created a breast-like protrusion. The cookie-cutter molds kept the liquid from spreading into a flat cookie shape all over my chest and created the shaping of the forming gelatin under my skin. Over time, my body would absorb the gelatin and the breasts would gradually flatten. I didn't care so long as it gave me some boobs. So what if my chest would be tender for a week to ten days as my skin adjusted to the injected liquid. It hurt but I didn't care. After six needles of liquid were injected into each molded area, I had some little puffy tear-shaped breasts. The procured only took five minutes per breast but I had to lie perfectly still on his table for two hours to give the liquid time to harden into the gelatin in the shape of the molds. Then the molds could be removed. So I lay on the table staring up at the clock wishing time would pass. I knew that I would never forget that as of 4:00 pm on March 7th, I would have boobs. March 7th was my lucky day. I would physically be a girl from the waist up, thanks to my very understanding mom. When the mold came off, he was right. My new boobs were very tender but the pumped-up mounds under my nipples looked just like small boobs. After thanking the doctor, Mom helped me put on one of my new bras to further support the new breasts. After dressing in my new clothes, we put my mother's borrowed clothes back into the shopping bag. After all, I had my new younger generation clothes and some new cleavage to show off. I walked out of the doctor's office looking like Brittney Spears. Well, a wig- wearing Brittney Spears. Mom took me next to a beauty shop and told the beautician to give me the "complete works". Two hours later, my straight dark hair was turned into a mass of blondish curls. It wasn't a total bleached bimbo blonde color but was more of a realistic dark blonde and light blonde mixture. Because my hair length was short from the life-long boy's preppy haircut, there wasn't much length to work with so the beautician cut the top even shorter to create a very short punkish hairstyle. And while she was working on my hair, the manicurist glued and shaped some very feminine looking fingernails on my fingers and put matching colors onto my toenails also. I walked out of the Beauty Shop and didn't recognize myself. I was physically transformed into a very pretty teenage girl. I was in seventh heaven. On the way home, Mom handed me a folder. Opening it, I discovered school records with Tonya Duff's name on the records. As I looked at the records, she explained how thoroughly she had planned for my new life. "Fake records but it contains the same courses that you've already had, as well as the appropriate grades. Instead of going back to your old school and risking potential identification by some of your classmates that know Roy, I've decided that you're going to go to another nearby school. When you go to the new school in the morning, you'll have all the identification that you need to start your new life as Tonya. You'll make new friends who will only know you as Tonya. Look at the back page of your folder. It's a notice where your new school is having tryouts for next year's cheerleader squad. How would you like to be a cheerleader, Tonya?" Images of me in a cute little cheerleading costume floated through my head. For the rest of the drive home, Mom and I talked about how great my new life was going to be. When we got home, she didn't pull into the garage as usual. I started to activate the garage door opener for her but she said "Never mind. I have some junk stored in the garage until I can it hauled away. I'll park out here for the night." She helped me carry my new clothes into the house. When I opened my bedroom door, I almost had a heart attack. My room has always been the typical boy's room with football posters tacked to every wall, clothes strewn all over the place, corners stacked with hockey sticks and football gear and a wooden non-descriptive bed. I wasn't seeing that. As I stared at the pink-canopied bed with matching nightstand and dresser, I was seeing a totally feminine teenage girls bedroom. "While you were busy with me at the mall, Tonya, I had a crew come in and move all your old stuff out into the garage. Then they painted the room and moved in your new furniture that I bought for you today at the mall. How do you like your new room?" I hugged my mother so hard that for a moment I thought I was going to squeeze my new boobs flatter than a pancake. Squealing like a girl just asked on her first date, I hurried around my room examining my new furniture. It was so grand and so pretty that I felt like crying. A few minutes later, Mom helped me hang up my new clothes in my now empty closet and to put my new lingerie away. As I happily rested on my new bed and thought of all the wonderful surprises that had occurred to me today, my mother added another one to the list. "Tonya, every girl needs to have her own makeup. I've had this makeup kit hidden in my closet for just this moment. You'll need to get up about an hour earlier in the morning so that I can help you with your makeup and hair for the first couple of days, then you'll be on your own to get yourself ready for school." The rest of that evening was a blur. I helped Mom fix dinner and surprised her by offering to clean up the kitchen by myself. After all, every girl is supposed to help her mother with those types of chores. Then I worked on giving my new bedroom a live-in look. Oh, I didn't put the posters back on the wall or throw clothes everywhere. I borrowed some of Mom's women's magazines and put them in a bookrack and on the dresser as if I had been actively reading them. I took all of the new makeup out of the kit and spread it on my vanity. I went into my bathroom and threw away all my old right guard deodorants and colognes and put my new female hygiene products on the counters. I even opened the box of tampax that Mom had suckered me into buying at the store earlier, threw away a couple of the pads as if they had been used, and left the box out as if it was something that I frequently needed to get to quickly. In other words, I made my new bedroom look like a girl really lived in it. When it was bedtime, Mom held me to my normal turn-in time. After carefully removing my bra, I examined my new boobs. Although the flesh was still very tender, the small mounds looked just the way that a teenage girl's breasts were supposed to look - small, firm, and puffy. While I wanted to sleep totally naked so that I could explore my body during the night, my mom had other ideas. "Doctor Golden said you need to wear this training bra while you sleep for the next week. Its firm cups will protect, support and shape your new boobies. Put that on, then let's see what you look like in your new nightgown" So I did a little fashion show for her. Although it was obvious that I had some slightly bulging male anatomy in my panties, I didn't care that 'that part' of my anatomy was also being displayed as I sashayed around the room, showing off my new nightgown as if I was a fashion model. I giggled when Mom's comment reveled that my remaining maleness was just a little too obvious. "Looks like we'll have to be very choosy when we go to buy you a new bikini for the beach and make sure that we get something that hides your peepee." Easing into my bed, I watched as she placed several of the photographs that she had taken of me on my new dresser. I giggled like a silly girl when she said "I'll see if I can find a pink photo album for you tomorrow." Turning out my bedroom light we sat in the dark as my mother talked to me the way that she talked to me when I was little. "Tonya, tomorrow is going to be a big day for you. A new school. A new life. New friends. You get out of life what you put into it. You've got the opportunity to see what your life would be like if you had been born female instead of male. After several months, I'll ask you which life you prefer. Tonya or Roy? If you need more time as Tonya or Roy, you've got it. But you should use your time wisely and determine how the rest of your life is going to be spent. It won't be an easy decision, but it's one that you've got the opportunity to decide at a time in your puberty experience where surgery can make a difference. Sleep tight and I'll see you in the morning, my beautiful daughter." Curled up in my new bed with the soft scents of my new perfumes and fragrances filling my nose, I knew what decision I would be making. I didn't have to wait months. I knew now. But because my mother had spent so much money and did so much for me to make this happen, I knew that I would do as she asked. After all, I planned to be a dutiful daughter instead of a rebellious son. Lying on my back because the training bra's metal shaped cups made it impossible to sleep on my stomach, I drifted off into the best sleep that I've ever had. As I drifted off into sleep, I vaguely remember saying over and over "Hi, my name is Tonya. I'm Tonya. I'm the new girl in school." As I thought about how wonderful the next day was going to be in my new school, I was the happiest girl in town. ****** RRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG! Slapping the alarm clock hard with my hand, I sleepily stared at the clock. It said "7:00". Mentally screaming at myself, I threw the bedcovers off as I jumped to my feet. I was still in that half confused first stages of awakening and all I could think about was that I overslept. Seven a.m. is my normal time to get up and I had to get up an hour earlier this morning so that Mom could help me brush my hair and put on my makeup before I rushed off to my new life at my new school. Halfway across the floor, my feet stumbled across a hockey stick lying on the floor. Looking down at it, I sleepily stared at it as I tried to figure out how it had got there. Then I saw the dirty football clothes and other discarded clothes on the floor. All that stuff was supposed to be out in a box in the garage on the way to Goodwill. Then I saw the posters on the walls and suddenly realized that this was my old room decorated the way that it always looked. Spinning in a half circle, I saw my old boy's bedroom, not the new bedroom that Mom had installed for me yesterday. There was no makeup table with photographs of me in my new clothes and new hairstyle. As the realization hit me that something was wrong, I stared down at my chest. There was certainly something wrong there. Instead of being dressed in a sexy teddy and wearing a training bra, I had on a dirty ripped t-shirt. Grabbing the t-shirt hard with my hands, I tugged on it as hard as I could, ripping big gapping holes in it. Holes big enough so that I could see that my puffy little boobs were gone. Stumbling like a madman into my bathroom, I stared at my normal boy's face with a couple of active acne areas and the normal straight dark hair. When I drifted off to sleep last night, I was still wearing mascara, eyeliner, lipstick, and my new earrings barely visible under the lush mass of golden blonde ringlets covering my head. Pushing my way out of the bathroom, I stumbled like a drunken man as I made my way to the kitchen where I could hear Mom packing her lunch. Standing in the doorway, my voice sounded so sad that I was afraid that I was about to cry. "Mom, what happened? It's gone. All of it." "What's gone, Roy?" She asked without turning around. Hearing the name "Roy" instead of "Tonya" from my mom's lips, I knew the truth now. It had just been a dream. Leaning against the doorjamb because I was too weak to stand, I asked another question. "What's today's date, Mom?" Picking up the newspaper, she announced "March 7th. A school day for you and a workday for me. Better get your butt in gear Roy, or you'll miss the bus again. You've been late a couple of times already this quarter and you have no reason for being late today." Turning like a man being forced to march to his own execution, I reluctantly walked back toward my bedroom as I cupped my chest searching for non-existent boobies. "It was only a dream. It was only a dream. My transformation never happened." Stopping suddenly, a smile formed on my face. "Wait a minute. Today is March 7th and I'm on my way to the bus." Laughing out loud, I said "What have I got to lose? Damn right that I'm going to miss that bus today and then sneak back home after my mother has gone to school. I plan to see what fortune brings my way today." The End -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+