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As Girly As It Gets - The Drama Queen - Part 1
🕑 Added 2021-04-24 15:22:09 +0000 UTCPARTS - PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6
“Okay, sis, I heard you the first three times you asked me. Give it a rest for now, and we will talk to mom and dad about it later. If they don’t go ballistic in two seconds or less, I will at least consider it,” I told her if just to keep her quiet for a while.
I know you came in in the middle of that conversation, so I’ll get you up to speed on me and then explain. My name is Marc Jacobs. I am thirteen years old and, like most of the guys my age, pretty much skin, and bones right now. I’m not big on sports, but I run with our track team, and everybody says that’s why I am so thin. Don’t get me wrong. I am not going to college on a sport’s scholarship by any means.
My parents are pretty bummed right now, as it seems I might not go to college, which is part of what sis and I was talking about. I have great grades as far as math, history, and science is concerned, but everything else has a sub-terrain GPA. Yes, it’s that bad, and my principal says I should have my master’s degree in skipping class by now.
As you might have guessed by now, I am not a teacher’s pet in any of my classes. In fact, most of them stay so upset with me that they pick on me all the time if there is some way they can. Like my drama teacher, she gave me a girl’s part in the Christmas play this year just because she could. Worse than mom and dad let her get away with it, when she explained that participation in the play was half of my GPA for that six weeks.
Then as if embarrassing me on stage in front of the whole school wasn’t enough, the guys on the track team decided to pile on and got me nominated to represent our class for homecoming queen. Mr. Edwards, or just Mr. Ed to us, shot that idea down when he counted the votes in class and knew I had won. Later, after he checked the rules, he allowed my nomination to stand as there was nothing about a boy being elected as homecoming queen.
Right now, that event is just two weeks away, and I still have a full-body five o’clock shadow from sis removing all my body hair for the play. I was on stage for all three minutes maybe, but everybody knew it was me. So as you can tell, I have spent a lot of time wearing skirts and dresses of late. Well, maybe not a lot of time, but it sure seemed that way to me.
We share a football field with the college next door, and the main campus building is just three blocks past the field. Right now, I was sweating bullets at the idea of all the college kids that were going to see me in a gown, no less. I even wanted to think about all the time I would spend looking like a girl next year if I actually won. Winning wasn’t such a farfetched idea as all the jocks had told me I had their vote. As far back as the school records went, there had never been a male homecoming queen, but I was still plenty nervous.
Right about here, I am thinking about the twenty or twenty-five some odd events the king and queen crowned this year have to be at next year. That’s at least two events a month for the nine months that school is in. I won’t stand a chance for looking like a guy very often at that rate. When I told everyone I wanted to lose, I thought the girls would pound me in the ground. Laugh if you want, but there was only one of ten of them and me.
When the voting was done, and the rumors started that Michel from the senior class had won, I took a sigh of relief. That didn’t last very long, though, as the psyche class for the college was looking for boys to volunteer to be girls for the whole school year next year. It was a real-world study for them and a real nightmare for me once sis had found out about it. Now you know what we were talking about when this story started.
There was one huge perk for any of the boys that decided to be part of the study. If you went the distance and didn’t drop out of the study and afterward didn’t drop out of school, you got a free or paid scholarship to the college. There was one other rule. You had to have no less than a three-point zero GPA for the term of the study. Right now, I was doing good to stay above two points six or eight.
The free ride to college was the only reason I was even considering it. That and mom and dad had laid down the law last year. If I couldn’t pass normal school, they weren’t about to pay for me to go to college even if I did get accepted by some miracle. So now you know where my head was at when sis and I were talking.
She was like a Stepford student, four-point zero across the board every time. She was going to college and was pissed that it seemed I wasn’t going to get to. That was until this deal came along. Now she was pestering me to volunteer, and I had had enough for today.
“After dinner tonight, if you don’t tell them, I am going to,” Sis huffed and took off, walking several steps ahead of me as we walked home.
I caught back up to her and asked her to wait till after the homecoming game. “Win or lose, after the game, when we get home, I will tell them about the college deal.”
“Okay,” I all but pleaded.
I can figure some things out on my own. First of all, our football team sucked. We had already lost two games, and not many people show up to see you lose. Second, the college kids just came because the stadium is big enough for them to sit in the nose bleed section and drink or smoke pot and a lot of them are underage to be drinking to start with.
Dad was super smart. So much so that he could do my math in his head and get the right answers faster than I could with a calculator. Mom, well, mom was really book smart, as I like to call it. She wasn’t so great on the common sense stuff sometimes, and she made you wonder if, under that mass of red hair she had, there weren’t at least some blond roots. I love her with all my heart, but I promise she was that way sometimes.
As homecoming got closer and closer, it seemed a cinch that Michel had won. That was so cool by me, and not many of the tickets for the game had sold either, which was even better. What I didn’t know was that there was a twenty-year class reunion going on that night as well, and alumni got in free. Then as a matter of saving money, the college had a reunion going that night as well.
My only other real hope was that the girl-overboard classes mom and sis had put me through would stick with me till this was over. Some of the stuff sis had me do was so stupid, and when I complained to mom about it, she excused her by saying she was a tomboy still. Sis is one grade behind me in school, so I just let it slide.
Thursday night before the game on Friday, I got another bath in the hair remover. Sis played a little dirty this time, and while I wasn’t watching, she packed the cream in my butt and crotch. Thankfully it didn’t stay there long enough to burn any sensitive skin, but it still did the job. I was slick as a newborn baby from the nose down, and sis was laughing her butt off.
Mom backed sis up when she insisted that I wear a garter belt and stockings since the dress was a somewhat sexy style, and I was supposed to feel elegant while I had it on.
“Ya, right,” I mumbled under my breath.
“Just imagine how much you will get to wear it when you win,” Sis said as if I had already.
“If I win,” I reminded her as I slipped on the panties and hid my now hairless parts.
Mom stepped in and glued on my fake boobs, which I had to wear to school tomorrow. They were insurance that I wouldn’t suddenly come up missing on homecoming night, and as a bonus, Dad was picking us up after school, too. The whole school had already seen me in a dress. I mean, really, why run and hide now.
“Could it really get any worse?” I told them all at the dinner table.
I wanted to slide under the table when dad told me how real my boobs looked under the thin housecoat I had on. Then it was time to actually see how well the dress fit with my boobs and another padding in place. I had hip pads glued in place, too, but they weren’t as obvious as the boobs, or so I thought.
I held my hands over my head while mom pulled the dress down, and then I got my arms in the short sleeves, and she zipped it from the back. Sis slipped the three-inch heeled pumps on my feet, and mom did my makeup. Actually, I did it while she gave me pointers, same difference to me. Big fake diamond earrings in my newly pierced ears and the necklace to match and I was pronounced done.
Mom covered my eyes while sis led me to her bedroom and the big mirror that covered the back of her door. I knew the dress fit pretty snug from the first fitting, and being a runner, I knew I had a small waist and not so much body fat. Then mom moved her hands so I could see and I was totally shocked. I had a better figure than Michel, and she was four years older than me. My mind went straight to the idea that in the event of a tie Ms. Addison, our principal, who had no love for me, got the deciding vote.
I had to sleep that night with the image I had seen in the mirror in my head as well. I slept in a slinky nighty with the padding all still glued in place, and it was a fitful night of sleep at its best.
Friday, when I arrived at school, and I wore my baggiest clothes, too, the school was all a buzz that I had won now. The real girls in the contest were not happy with me, and I told them that I would be all too pleased if they won. It was as if they thought I was a bad girl or something as that was my reputation as a boy.
When the last bell for the day rang, I ran to dad’s car. In fact, I ran so hard and fast that my boobs jumped out of the bra I had on at the time. Dad laughed and said he had never seen me run that fast, and sis was laughing even more. I wasn’t amused and asked dad to get us home quickly, please.
I had dreaded this day for so long now. All I could think about was how soon it would be over. Even mom thought it was funny when I was fully dressed and pacing the floor in my heels a good hour before we needed to be at the game, and it was walking distance if we decided to do so.
When dad, mom, and sis were ready, I was informed, we were walking to the game.
“With the college and the school having decided this would be reunion night, too, no way I am fighting that much traffic,” Dad said as we walked out the door.
We were over a block away, and already I could hear the noise from the crowd. The stadium must be packed, I thought as I felt suddenly weak in my knees. I normally bit my fingernails when I felt like this, but the fake painted ones I had on just weren’t going to work. The cool night air swirled around my legs, and with no hair at all on my body, I felt it in places I shouldn’t have. By the time we actually got inside the stadium, I was visibly shaking. I heard the announcer for the game welcome the capacity crowd and knew then there were no empty seats. This night was soon to become a disaster of epic proportions, or at least for me.
I sat with the other girls and their escorts, save that there was an empty chair beside me. As a last indignity, Ms. Addison had decided that the quarterback for the team would be my escort. Seeing how it was the jocks that had started this little prank, as she called it, a jock would have to be my escort as well. It might have been a prank to her, but I was the one living it at the time.
All through the first quarter Tommy, our quarterback, was constantly looking over at me, sitting alone. Just after the second quarter started, Sis told me I might want to keep my knees a little closer together. Tommy was obviously looking up my dress. I asked her if she realized we were winning for a change. She just looked at me and headed back to her seat.
I was embarrassed as hell now, so I casually adjusted my butt in the hard chair and closed my legs tight together. If he had seen my panties, well, enough to see the black lace and pink ribbons, I would never live this down. I mean never. Almost as soon as I had done that, the other team scored twice, and we went to the half-time tied fourteen to fourteen.
Quickly, a three-stage platform was placed on the field, and Ms. Addison went to the fifty-yard line for a short speech and to announce the king and queen for this year. Having given her speech, she called out all four couples. Tommy walked me across the soft grass field as much as I walked since the heels just sank to China every step I took. When she announced Tommy and Marsha, Marsha being my girl name, the fans went wild.
“The third runner-up tonight is Cathy and Steven Sanders,” Ms. Addison said, taking her own sweet time about it.
“The second runner-up is Michel Troy and Greg Evans,” she said to rather large applause as I held back the tears.
There was only Sandy, and I left, and she was a freshman that wasn’t so pretty or popular. I could already see that light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a bullet coming straight at me. Then the drum roll started.
“This year’s homecoming king and queen are,” she paused to let the tension build.
“Mark Jacobs and Tommy Williams,” she all but shouted using my boy’s name, although I doubt anyone saves me realized it.
“Guess you and I are going to be great friends after all,” Tommy said as he ran for the field house to get back in his uniform and pads.
Now I had to stay for the rest of the game and sit there with my flowers and tiara looking pretty and representing the school. My life was so over now as Tommy had the biggest mouth in the school. He would have everybody convinced I was really a girl if they were silly enough to believe him.
We won twenty-eight to fourteen, but my torture for the night was not over. I must have been thinking too far ahead when I started to write all this down. Tommy was a junior this year and a senior next year. As I began to remember the rules, Michel and Steve really couldn’t win in the sense of the words. Assuming they graduated in a few days, they wouldn’t be there to fulfill the duties. So it would have fallen to me as the runner-up anyway. This was starting to feel like a setup kind of thing to me.
Tommy and I accepted the thank you from the school staff, and I blushed about a billion times as everybody had to tell me how pretty I was. Then came the pictures, and that went on for most of an hour. Finally, dad came to my rescue, saying it was time for us to go home. Ms. Addison stopped me telling dad that Tommy would see to it. I got home as we had some other duties to fulfill tonight.
Ms. Addison opened the school, and another round of pictures ensued as we sat on our mock thrones in the gym for the yearbook pictures. That one had gone completely under my radar, the pictures for the yearbook, that is.
After that was done, Tommy and I started walking to my house. He slipped his arm around my waist, and I was far too tired and upset to protest right then. We didn’t talk much either, other than I did congratulate him on the win. He said I had inspired him, giving me a cryptic look as we stood at the door.
“I’ve never seen a thirteen-year-old stocking and garter belt girl,” he grinned, all but telling me he knew. “Pink and black are defiantly your colors, too,” he smiled even bigger, getting in one last dig for the night.
I so wanted to put my fist in his mouth, but the ‘girls don’t do such things, I had been told about a million times.
“Go home before I show the parts you didn’t see,” I said, and not in my practiced sweet and nice tone.
As you can tell, it hasn’t been such a great few days for me. Just tonight, I have been nervous as hell, at least as upset. I cried when I won, for like a minute, so my emotions have been all over the place just today.
I opened the door slowly and quietly, took off my heels as soon as I was in the door, and thought I would go up to my room and cry myself to sleep. Oh, no, this day wasn’t over yet, and sis had spilled the beans about the deal with the college, so they were all sitting at the table waiting for me.
Mom called me to the table, so I put the shoes back on. A girl doesn’t go walking around in her stocking feet. “Yes,” I replied as I took a seat.
“Did you agree to do this?” Mom said as she slid the volunteer form across the table to me. It was signed with my name, but I didn’t do it.
“I wouldn’t do such as this without talking to you and Dad first,” I replied.
“Okay,” Dad said, as he looked me down rather hard. “So now that you are the homecoming queen, what do you plan to do next?” He added with a mouth full of sarcasm.
“I’m really not sure what to do,” I said, hoping for some of dad’s infinite wisdom.
“I have already read the papers, and you signed them, so I think it’s a great idea for you to be a girl for a year,” he said with the sarcasm still rolling.
“Sure thing, Dad. You know it has always been my dream to be a girl,” I said, throwing some of it back at him.
“I agree, and it’s settled,” mom said, not reading what dad and I were really saying.
I shrugged my shoulders, thinking for sure that dad would explain it all to mom, right? More to the point, I was sure dad didn’t read the whole thing cause he just wouldn’t agree on a whim for me to have breast implants. No, not happening, not now, and not ever. So I went to bed a happy, if not hair-free, camper. I still would get sis for that one someday.
For the last week of school, I was the butt of every queer joke the kids could come up with. When those got old, they started making them up as they went. Nothing like this happened when I was in the play, so I was more convinced than before someone was setting all this up or me up as it were.
Mom didn’t work that Friday, so she was home when sis and I got there on the last day of school. I passed, but only by one point that my drama teacher gave me just because she could. As soon as we were in the door, mom asked me if I had read the agreement and if I understood that I would be in training all summer. I told her I had read it, she was right, but the training was three hours a day on grooming, makeup, stuff that I already knew about.
As soon as I handed over my report card and mom saw I passed, she turned me over to the college students, and I was to be gone for two weeks. Like a girl’s boot camp was what it said in the papers.
I protested, but mom was having a blond moment, so that did no good. Dad was out of town on business, and sis and I had orders not to call him when he was out of town unless it was life and death. So dad wasn’t going to be able to help either.
Hell, at this point, there wasn’t much for me to do but go along and get along. Mom or dad, one had to sign off on the last page for me to be doing this. When I got the chance, I would look at the papers again and see who it was that had sealed my fate.
I know what you’re thinking. As soon as they park the car, bolt and run for home. It’s all of ten blocks. Maybe I could do that and never break a sweat. You volunteered, so un-volunteer, right? Nope, mom or dad signed the papers, and I am underage, so this would happen. My one best hope was that the weather would turn on dad’s company retreat, and they would come back before it was too late to stop all this.
I followed a rather cute girl by the name of Lori into the clinic and was pronounced as patient 01. Not a name, not a boy or a girl even, just a number, 01. She put me and the papers that were now on a clipboard in a room, saying the nurse would soon be along. I grabbed the clipboard and flipped to the back page. Not only had mom signed for me to be a part of this, but my implants also couldn’t be bigger than she was. Mom has double D cups, just so you know.
The nurse was almost as pretty as Lori and a student for sure. She took all my clothes and did not give me one of the gowns. She did seem amused that all my body hair had seemed to be shaved off. I didn’t tell her about sis or the hair remover. She didn’t ask, so why should I.
The next girl through the door was even prettier than the other two, and I was thinking of all the TLC I would be getting from them. You know this might not be so bad, I told myself. Gina, my doctor, asked all kinds of questions, and I answered them as truthfully as possible.
When she asked if I really volunteered, I told her yes, but that wasn’t really right. When she asked what I thought about boobs, I said the more, the merrier. I didn’t realize she was fishing for what size I wanted them to be.
Paint this picture for yourself. Here’s this woman with a nice rack standing at your right side while she reaches with her left arm over your back and across it to listen to your heart and lungs. All the while, her right boob is less than an inch from putting your eyes out. Now, what would your answer to that question be? More, please?
It was too late by the time I realized where she was going with all the questions. She showed me the implants she intended to use and the fake vagina she would suction and seal between my legs. For however long I lasted in the test group, I would really look like a real girl, she said and stressed the real part.
I traded the exam bed for a gurney and a mask over my nose as I was wheeled down the hall. I started counting backward because I was asked to, and that was all I remembered till I awoke sometime later in a regular hospital bed.
I got boobs again, I told myself, still asleep as they tented the covers on my bed. My mouth felt like the football team had been practicing inside it, so I hit the call button for the nurse. While I waited, I looked at all the exposed skin I could see, and it all had a red tint to it as if I had stayed in the sun a touch too long. The nurse gave me all the Jell-O I wanted, but I had to wait a day for anything other than Jell-O and water.
It hit me as soon as she said it. Mom and dad weren’t here to catch me, so tomorrow I could have coffee. I know I am too young to drink coffee, but I had been slipping some behind mom and dad’s back for over a year now. Can’t really say why, but I love its smell almost as much as the taste.
I wasn’t awake long when I realized it was two in the morning. I guess my body knew it was supposed to be asleep, and soon I was. Seven was about my normal time to be awake, and I was right on the dot. This time I asked for some coffee and actually got some, too. It wasn’t as good as Moms, though.
Comments
Annah Rourke
Implants? Realy? In today's anti trans climate this is a dangerous thing If the wrong people got hold of it
Duds is
Oh wow wow it was really good story I mean besides the part of the part of the part of mom being scraped off the ceiling and Mom fainting cool dad if I understood this teacher's kicked the whatever his her his or his her name was also oh Heather Heather what the hell did the whole romantic part go this good I like The sassy is that was displayed how big are your boobs that is a hypothetical question I just asked I'm not really asking boom boom boom blah blah blah blah yada yada yada yada whoop whoop
Jeff Grasham
Julia you and I have similar taste and stories it was a great story
EDWARD M SIMMONS
Why am I suddenly unable to read or listen to these stories? I can't even see the story list.
chantal arts
Im ln Fb
chantal arts
The are earlear with blokkers than in my days men speak opener over trangerders in. October 2020 is my lifestory told told yby a event real rotterdams heritage you can find it onder google chantal arts tg and i told peaold about my tg kn rotterdam the Netherlands
Julia Miller
This doesn't have anything to do with the story, but in all the years since you have transitioned, do you think things are getting better or worse for transgender women?
chantal arts
marc/marcha have boobs en a fake vagina i have srs and boobs i m a tg now 69.5 and a tg 35 years
Randy linders
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💋
Brianna Demonet
Very exciting adventure
J Chimera
This story is off to a great start, Urban. It's really good. Look forward to the next part to see how the new girl makes out.👍
Andrea Devoe
I loved it can't wait to read more
Julia Miller
Hey Urban! This story is starting off really great. Our boy Marc/Marsha, (who just happens to have the same name as a famous fashion designer) has a great sense of humor and sarcasm, which made the story fun to read and had me laughing most of the way through it. It’s very light-hearted and will make a really great addition to the stories you have done. Great story!
