Chapter Four
I woke early the next morning, the big day! I was nervous and was dreading the embarassement of turning up to school for the first time dressed as a girl!
I put on the new white lace bra and panties, carefully concealing my manhood. I slipped the latex breast forms into the bra and adjusted it as I had now become very used to doing.
I tied my hair up in a top knot and tied a purple ribbon in it to match my skirt suit. Me and my Mum had discussed in every detail how I should look for the day so I was well versed.
I put on the lace blouse and called my Mum to tie up the little ribbons up the back.
She came into the room “How is my princess this morning?” She asked smiling broadly, as she tied each silk ribbon carefully.
“Im nervous Mum and I wonder if this outfit is just too….girly!?” I said trembling.
“But you are as good as a girl now pet. This bra is perfect as well honey, you can see the pretty floral lace detail through your blouse, very sexy!” she responded .
Sexy! isn’t what I wanted, but I knew it was how it should be so didn’t complain further.
I wore some sheer flesh coloured stockings that had a lace top, secured by a white suspender belt.
The short purple pencil skirt had 4 fabric covered buttons at the back, from the top of the kick pleat up to my waste, and a thin belt in matching fabric.
I buttoned up the matching, backless waistcoat and I was pretty much ready. I looked in the mirror to see a beautiful, young, blonde lady!
My breasts formed two prominent bumps through the ruffle front blouse, the ruffles accentuating my newly acquired bust. What the heck were my school mates going to say! I suddenly felt nauseous.
I finished the look off with some strings of pearls and little pearl stud earings, matching patent purple , 4 inch stilletos and a matching patent purple square handbag.
It was tradition for all the girls to dress up for this occasion. Obviously for this girl it was going to be slightly different!
I went downstairs and my Mum was wearing a beautiful blue skirt and suit. My Dad had on his best, grey suit, and my Brother wore a similar grey suit. The whole family were to witness this. They all smiled reassuringly.
We drove the short distance to the school. It was busy with proud parents and boys in dark suits and white shirt and ties. With girls in various colurs of quite ellaborate outfits like my own.
As we got out of the car I could sense everyone stopped to look, as we walked to the hall this continued, almost with parents standing back in awe! I heard the odd chuckle and my boy name said a few times.
I was ushered to the backstage area and my parents went to find their reserved seats in the main auditorium hall. It was chaos with two separate wings subdividing boys and girls.
I ,of course, was herded into the girls camp.
I heard whispers and sure I heard someone mention “…boy in a dress”,
I finally found my girl class mates and joined them nervously.
They were chatting busily when I approached and this stopped as soon as they spotted me.
There was an awkward silence.
A girl I knew well, in fact a girl I had wanted to take to the Prom, when I was a boy that is, broke the silence.
Tanya you look gorgeous. The others then engulfed me, looking at my dress and commenting on my hair, and bra! They excepted me into their ranks.
I noticed another class in the same process with the only other boy to qualify to be a W2. For some reason he, or his Mum had chosen Anastasia as his new name!
His dress was even more girly than mine! It was a pink tight fitting pencil dress, finishing mid thigh, with large matching fabric buttons all the way up the front with a thick matching belt
pinching in his already slim waist. It was quite a low cut , heart shaped front, and I noticed the bulge of breasts and a cleavage! Very visible. How he had achieved this I didn’t know.
It had been rumoured that he had been dressing as a girl when away from school for a couple of years before selection. Indeed at school he seemed to wear a very stylised boys uniform.
His shirts, whilst looking like shirts, had darts to pinch in the waist and finished short often revealing his pierced belly button. He was the only boy to continue wearing shorts after the first year, which were quite short and tight. We had taken the micky out of this plus the fact that he disdnt seem to bulge in the pants like the rest of us. The front of the shorts was flat and smooth.
The funniest part was that they fastened at the side too with a zip and top button.
Some of the girls had seen him with his Mum, in the department store, in a little summer dress, picking out bras one weekend!
It was also rumoured that he gave boys blow jobs in the toilets for £10.00 a go!
He seemed thinner than I last saw him, and had adopted significantly larger breasts than mine.
His hips and bottom were again larger enhanced than mine, giving him this extremely sexy curvaceous look. His arms were bare and pencil thin, he wore a series of silver bangles on his wrists.
He was beaming and loving it I noted. He moved around giggling with the girls in his class, moving effortlessly on 5 inch pink sling back shoes that had large bows on the front.
She had done her hair, blonde as well, in a blonde thick bob similar to an iconic actress that a guy called Andy Warhol had painted years ago. I couldn’t remember her name.
Unfortunately one of the Caretakers, who was helping organising people backstage spotted me!
“Tanya, you really have changed!” The short fat man said smirking. He had a dirty look and I felt him almost undress me with his eyes as he talked.
He put his sweaty arm around my waist to guide me to a quieter area where Anastasia had also been guided. I felt his hand almost groping my hip as he guided me.
She greeted me in a high voice that I was sure had been put on to sound more girly.
“Hi Tanya honey, arent we the luckiest girls ever!” She said as she kissed me on the cheeks twice saying “Mwah” as she did!
We were told that we were to be called up last as the only two W2 candidates in the area for this year. There would be press photographers there also! I cringed and my heart pounded with sickening nervousness.
The presentation to the rest of my year flied by. Pupils would walk on receive awards and then take their seat at the front of the stage.
The announcer finally came to our turn.
“Now we are very proud to be the only school in this area to have two boys with acceptance onto the Woman Type Two programme.” The Headmistress spoke across the PA. I could hear the murmer of the crowd increase slightly. This was the high point as ever at these ceremonies. To me it was starting to seem like ritual humiliation!
“Andrew Dimitri, now to be known as Anastasia, has always been a prime candidate for the programme.” There was a number of chuckles and increase murmer in the audience.
She carried on, “Andrew has always pursued his school life in his own creative way, and has embraced this new opportunity with both hands. His excellence in Social and Political studies gained him the highest marks in the country for over ten years. He has been lined up for the W2 selection for some time. Please welcome Anastasia!”
There was a loud round of applause. Anastasia beamed broadly, adjusted her dress and walked out onto the stage. She walked slowly swaying her hips, her shoulders back and breasts out. A series of wolf whistles sounded out over the applause. She stopped before she got to the Headmistress, bowing and blowing kisses to the audience.
I could also hear an undercurrent of laughter rising through the noise from the front of the stage.
