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Going To College As A Girl - Part 1
🕑 Added 2020-09-18 07:58:26 +0000 UTCSUMMARY - A poor boy gets a chance to go to college ...but as a girl.
Terry grew up in a poor town, where the schools weren't the best, and the hopes for the future were dim. He was a good student, but what would he do after high school? He couldn't afford college. He wasn't good enough at any sports to get a scholarship. Nobody wanted to help him.
So it was looking like he'd follow in the footsteps of his father, who worked in a dirty factory for twenty years before he died of a heart attack. What kind of future was that for Terry to look forward to?
There were a few good things to his life though. His mom loved him and was very good to him. And he had a wonderful girlfriend named Darcia. She wasn't the prettiest girl in school. But she was just so wonderful in every way. He loved her, and she loved him. They hoped to marry one day.
If he could find any kind of future, that is.
The summer started, and Terry felt the weight of his life crashing down on him. He would have to start looking for a job soon. Every morning as he walked to Darcia's house, the tall dirty smokestacks in the distance were a reminder of where he would end up.
But all that changed one day unexpectedly. A letter arrived in the mail. From college. It read:
Dear Terri,
Due to your excellent academic achievements and current family income level, you have qualified for a full-ride scholarship. We hope you will consider Friedan University. Visit us on our web site listed below, and let us know if you'll be attending.
Sincerely,
Vicki Strong
Student Recruiting Coordinator
"They want you to go there, and get a free ride!" said Darcia, overjoyed at the good news.
"They spelled my name wrong," said Terry, noticing his name in the letter.
"Terri, Terry, whatever. We're talking free tuition to college! You'll get a degree, then you can get a good job, and get us out of this town. Think about it. You can get something high paying, and we'll marry, and move into a nice house out in the city together."
"Like we always dreamed of," said Terry, in full agreement. That was what they both wanted. But they never had a way to make it happen. Until now.
They rode their bikes to the public library and got on the internet. They put in the web address for Friedan U. and watched as the web page came up. Terry gasped, as if in horror. Darcia giggled.
It was a woman's college.
"They think you're a girl," said Darcia. "That's why they spelled your name 'Terri'!"
Terry didn't answer.
"What's the matter, Terri? Don't you think you're pretty enough to hang out with all the coeds on campus?"
"Very funny," said Terry, annoyed. He wanted to just leave and go home. His dream was crushed. A women's college. Ha!
"I'm going home," he said.
"Go ahead, I'll catch up later," said Darcia. "I have one thing to do here. Unless you want to wait for me. Terri. Is that short for Theresa?"
"I'm out of here," said Terry, stomping off in anger. Darcia laughed and brought up the web form she wanted to fill in...
"and so they must think he's a girl!" laughed Darcia, as she explained Terry's situation to his mom as they ate dinner that night.
"So stupid," said Terry. "Get my hopes up like that, then ruin everything."
Darcia and Terry's mom looked at each other.
"It's a real shame," said his mother. "It would be so wonderful if you could go to college. I always dreamed that I'd be able to send you to a good school. But after your father passed away, it was all I could do to keep a roof over our heads."
"I know," said Terry, looking down at the plate of food he had hardly eaten any of. "I don't blame you. You did everything you could. I guess I'm going to bike over to the factory tomorrow and fill in an application."
There were a few moments of silence. Then Darcia spoke up.
"You don't have to do that," she said.
"What else is there for me?" replied Terry.
"You could go to school."
"Where? How? I can't afford it!"
"Go to Friedan. Take the scholarship."
"Hey, stupid, they think I'm a girl, remember? What's going to happen when I walk in the first day? They'll laugh at me and throw me out. A guy attending an all women's college? They'll realize their mistake, and send me right back here."
"No they won't," said Darcia.
"And why is that?"
"Because they'll think you're a girl."
"I'm confused here," said Terry's mom.
"Just hear me out," said Darcia. "What if we sent Terry to school, but everyone thought he was a girl named Terri (with an 'I')? He could get his education for free."
"Yeah, just look at me. They'll really think I'm a girl" said Terry.
"Not like you are now. But you're kind of thin and scrawny. Not the muscular type. With a few clothes, a little makeup, a new hairstyle...I bet we could make you pass for a girl."
"No," said Terry.
"You do have that long hair I've always told you to cut," said his mother, as she looked at the ponytail he had insisted on wearing since the start of his senior year. Once he found that his mother didn't like it, he kept it, out of rebelliousness.
"No," said Terry.
"Come on, just give it a try. It won't hurt. Let us dress you up right now, then look in the mirror. If you don't think you can pass for a girl, then we won't talk about this again."
"No!!!" said Terry. "Plus, I didn't save the letter with the passcode to enroll. I left it behind at the library."
"And I filled in the web form for you," said Darcia. "You have accepted their offer. Now all you have to do is show up."
"No, no, no!" said Terry. "I'm not going to dress up like a girl, and that's final!"
"Terry, think about what you're throwing away," said his mother. "This is the chance you always dreamed of."
"It would make me very happy," said Darcia.
"And me too" added his mom.
"What about me? What do you think it will be like for a guy to have to go around as a girl at school? How am I supposed to do that, huh?"
"Think of the fun you'll have," said Darcia. "You'll get to live in the girl's dorm. You'll study with girls. You'll hang out with girls. You are with girls all day, every day. You'll learn so much about us, that when we get married, I won't even have to train you. You'll know everything already."
Terry didn't argue this time. Being in the girl's dorm at college, as they were all half-dressed and getting into a pillow fight was every boy's dream. And getting to know everything about them, that sounded good too.
But he'd have to dress up as a girl. And that was very bad. There was no way he'd pass as a girl anyway. No way.
"Why don't you let us dress you up?" said Darcia again. "Like I said, if you're not passable, we'll just forget it."
"I think you should do it," said his mother. "It would be just like when you were seven, and I found you wearing my gown."
"That doesn't count! I was just a kid!" he protested, upset that she had revealed this family secret to his girlfriend.
"Oh, so you've worn a dress before..." said Darcia teasingly. "So it won't be so hard to do it again this time, will it."
"Okay, you win. I'll dress up, but just this once. You'll see that I can't pass as a chick and you'll leave me alone. Right?"
"Sure," said Darcia, smiling at Terry's mom. This was going to be fun. Both of them were going to enjoy this, even if it didn't work out.
"First of all," said Darcia, "we need to get those legs of yours shaved."
"What if they guys see me with shaved legs?"
"Tell them you're trying out for the swim team. All the swimmers shave their body hair. You should shave your chest and armpits too then, so you don't blow your cover story."
So Terry went into the shower, armed with a pink Daisy shaver and a can of shower shaving gel. And he emerged hairless fifteen minutes later.
He had washed his hair with his mom's shampoo and used her conditioner too. Darcia wrapped his hair up in a towel to dry off and told him to come into his mom's bedroom, where they had made preparations for him.
First, they gave him white panties to put on. He just stared at them, like they would bite him or something.
"Aw come on, its just clothes! They won't hurt you!" said Darcia.
Reluctantly, Terry put them on and began his transformation into Terri. Next, they handed him a bra. He fumbled with it until his mother showed him how to put it on. They made him take it off then put it on a couple more times, to practice it. Only then did Darcia take a pile of old pantyhose, and stuff them into the cups of the bra.
"Do you have to do that?" said Terry, clearly upset.
"If you're going to look like a girl, you need boobs."
"Some girls don't have big breasts" he protested.
"True, but since you are lacking in some feminine traits, we will need to exaggerate others to make up for it. So you're going to have very large boobs in your bra."
Darcia stuffed the bra until the cups were completely full. She had one pair of nylons left, which she handed to Terry.
"On with them!" she said.
His mother showed him how to roll them up and put them on, in order to avoid snags. He felt very weak and powerless all of a sudden. It was a feeling he didn't like.
Now it was time for the skirt they had chosen for him. Not just any skirt, be a flashy colorful one, with multiple colors sure to catch the eye. As Darcia zipped it up in the rear and gave him a pat on the butt, he felt like he was a girl. Standing there in a skirt, with a stuffed bra, panties, and nylons on his clean shaved legs.
As Darcia put the blouse on him, Terry offered no resistance. She thought it was funny how at first he protested each little feminization like they would cause physical pain or something. But as they successfully applied each little bit of girliness to him, he protested less.
Now he was completely passive, putty in their hands.
"You look very pretty," said his mother. "Now sit down, so we can put on your makeup."
There was no malice in her voice. No taunting. She was simply stating a fact. She was doing all she could to ensure a bright future for her son. If that meant that he had to be a girl for a while, so be it. It was all for his sake. She had always wanted to have a daughter, but unfortunately, Terry had been an "only child". So in a way, she was living out a lifelong fantasy of teaching her daughter how to be a proper young lady.
She sighed, as she instructed Terry on the makeup she was applying to his face, while Darcia concentrated on his nails. She was painting them a bright pink color, so that would have to be considered when selecting a color scheme for Terry's face.
He was just sitting there now, staring off into space. Darcia decided to try and get *any* reaction from him. He hadn't spoken in quite some time now.
"So Terri," she said, in a teasing voice, "how do you like being a girl? Isn't it wonderful to be pretty and feminine? Don't you just love it that you're like me now?"
Terry just looked up at her and gave a weak smile.
"She's right," said his mother, who was brushing and styling Terry's long hair, giving it a more feminine appearance. "You're just like her now. You're a girl. It will take some getting used to, but we need to practice it. You need to think of yourself as a girl. We need to think of you as a girl. You look like one now, but you will need to act like a young lady too when you show up for class.
"Come look in the mirror," said Darcia. "You'll see what we mean."
Terry stood up and went to the full-length mirror in the hall. He could not believe what he saw. There in the mirror, where his reflection should be, was what appeared to be a girl! She was pretty. She was lovely!
A second and third glance revealed some details that seemed out of place, and he quickly realized that he wasn't 100% convincing. But good enough that he even fooled himself for a few seconds.
"I can't believe it," he said.
"You really could pass for a girl," said Darcia. "We just need to do some more work on you."
It started to sink in. He really *could* pass as a girl. It *was* possible. And because of that, Darcia and his mom were going forward with their plan. They really wanted him to attend school as a girl! They were going to make him into a girl now. And there was nothing he could do to stop them.
His mom wanted what was best for him, and she thought that was an education. And Darcia was thinking of their future together. A degree from a good university was the best thing he could have. It would get them out of town, away from the factory, and into a better life.
As much as he hated to admit it, this was something he had to do. He was going to become a girl, so he could go to school.
Darcia and his mom were talking to each other now, scheming.
"We'll take you to the hair salon, and get you a better style. You'd look cute with bangs."
"And get those eyebrows plucked," said Darcia, writing down the list. "And what do you think about pierced ears?"
"Wonderful idea," said Terry's mom. "And she'll need shoes. And lots of clothes of her own. Perhaps a girdle to help her curves?"
"Yes!" said Darcia, adding girdles to the list. "What about some girly glasses? That might help distract from the boyish features of her face."
"You're right," said Terry's mom, nodding her head. "And jewelry. I'll give her some of mine, but she'll need a few rings, bracelets, and of course pretty earrings."
Darcia wrote that down too, along with the other little suggestions they came up with. They thought of a few things that Terry would need to pass as a girl, like realistic fake boobs, and perhaps padded panties. It would take almost all the money that the family had saved, plus a dip into the credit card. But this was a special occasion. Terry's only shot at college.
It bothered Terry that they were already saying 'her' and 'she' when they referred to him. It was like they already thought of him as a girl in their minds. That was a scary thought. He wanted to hang on to his manhood, but that was hard to do wearing all the pretty clothes, makeup, perfume, and stuff they put on him. And even harder to do when his girlfriend and his own mother were treating him like he really was a girl.
"Let us go shopping," said his mom.
Terry was so glad that the day's ordeal was over. First, they took him to the hair salon in the mall. There, he got the works. A new hairstyle, blond highlights, and a perm. It took so long, and all the while the stylist tried to gossip with him like he was a girl. Either he fooled her, or she didn't care that he was really a guy. He didn't like being treated like a girl, but as the day went on, he got more and more of that.
While he was sitting there with his hair in the dryer, his mom and Darcia were shopping. They returned with new shoes for him, and they made him put them on right there. They also had a purse, which they told him he had to carry around at all times.
The other thing they did to him was his eyebrows. He had never really thought of them before. Guys are like that for whatever reason. They look, but they don't really *see*. And for Terry, his eyebrows were just part of his face. He never paid them any mind. But now, with a little work from the girl at the salon, they were totally different, and he could not *help* but to notice them. The way they were thin and neatly trimmed. The way they seemed to arch more. The way they got more and more slender as they moved towards the outside of his face.
With his pretty curly hair and his eyebrows, he looked more and more feminine. Before he had long dark hair, but it was long and straight, lying flat against his head, pulled back into a ponytail. But now, with the blond highlights, the perm, and the styling, his hair was full, with curls and a golden shimmer. He stared into the mirror and could not believe it was him that he was seeing. The new eyebrows really changed the look of his face. That and the makeup he was wearing.
"I have the face of a girl," he thought to himself, which made him tingle between his legs, as an overwhelming feeling of vulnerability swept over him. That and a realization that he had lost control of his life. He was not deciding his fate. He was doing what his mom and Darcia wanted. Being controlled by women just added to the inner weakness he felt. It made him feel less and less of a man.
Now they headed off to clothing stores. Terry had visited the local college and had seen all the girls wearing jeans and sweaters. That wouldn't be so bad to wear, he thought.
But Darcia pointed out that being a women's college, Friedan U. had a dress code. He would be in skirts or dresses at all times when on campus. They had him try on dozens and dozens of outfits until his head was spinning.
"And she'll need casual clothes for the weekends, and parties," said Darcia, holding up a skimpy black tank top with thin little straps.
"Is that for me or you?" said Terry.
"Why you of course" responded Darcia. "You need some pretty clothes to wear when you go out with the girls."
They went to the lingerie department, and Terry had to go through the humiliation of buying bras and panties.
"There, now you own your own bras," said his mother. "I always imagined taking my daughter shopping for her first bra. This is like a dream come true for me."
"Gee, thanks," said Terry, insulted.
His mother responded by coming over to him and giving him a big hug.
"I'm glad you're my daughter now Terri. I love you."
They went out to the stand in the mall, and Terry had his ears pierced. He had to endure buying jewelry, his own makeup, more shoes, and tons of other stuff. He hated it all. He hated being out in public dressed as a girl. What if someone he knew saw him? Of course, they'd never recognize him now. He looked like a girl.
He was very quiet as they drove home.
"I can't wait to get out of this stuff," he said. "The bra straps are digging in, and the panties are riding up. I want to get into my own clothes."
"That's not going to happen," said his mother sternly.
"What?"
"Terri, there's only a few weeks until you need to leave for school. You need to practice being a girl. I'm afraid that your days as a boy are over. From now on, you're a girl. And you're going to need to start thinking of yourself as one if you're going to be convincing. Remember, you're going to live in a dorm with dozens and dozens of real girls. They need to think that you're one of them."
"Do you want to get caught, and get sent home?" said Darcia. "Do you realize how much that would disappoint me?"
"See?" said his mother. "You *are* a girl now. You *are* a girl. Now tell me."
"What?"
"Tell me what you are."
"Please don't make me say it," he said.
"Come on honey, don't be a shy girl. It is all right. You can tell your mommy what you are."
"I'm a girl" he whispered.
"What?" said Darcia. "I can barely hear you."
"I'm a girl," he said again, somewhat louder.
"All this road-noise, I still can't make out what you're saying."
"I'm a girl!" shouted Terry, now upset.
"Yes dear, you are," said his mom. "And you should be proud of it. You'll grow up to be a beautiful woman one day, and you can do anything you want. We women can become anything these days."
"I'm so glad you're a girl now," said Darcia. "I love you."
"I love you too," said Terry, almost on the verge of tears. He felt like his mom and his girlfriend were stabbing him in the back, by doing this to him. They were enjoying this, seeing him squirm. They were trying to really turn him into a girl.
"Now tell me again, and sound like you mean it," said his mom.
"I'm a girl," said Terry.
"Very good sweetie" she responded.
"Yes. Good girl" said Darcia, as the car pulled onto the next street.
The next week was very difficult for Terry, as he learned how to be Terri instead. His mom and Darcia were relentless. He was never allowed, even for a moment, to be the guy he really was. They forced him to remain as Terri, a girl, at all times.
He had to wear dresses and skirts all day, every day. Except when he was sleeping in his sexy nightie. He had to wear the fake boobs they bought for him. How would he ever come to accept having those two heavy mounds on his chest like that? They scared him and intimidated him. He loved breasts on girls and wanted to touch them, feel them, caress them, even suck on them. Especially Darcia's.
But now, when he looked down, he had them on his chest too. Even bigger than Darcia's. After wearing them for just a week, he was getting *used* to them a bit, which scared him. He would look down, and expect them to be there now. But the worst part was that when he looked at Darcia now, her boobs didn't turn him on like they did before.
He was more like her now, and it is the difference between women and men that attract them to each other. As he became more and more like her, would he lose his attraction to her? It chilled him to the bone to think of that, but he did not dare admit it, even to her.
All-day long, they told him what to do. How to sit. How to stand.
"You need to work on your posture" they would say.
"Keep your knees together!"
"Cross your legs like a girl does!"
"Use the soft voice we've been working on! Don't talk like a boy!"
"You forgot to put on your mascara this morning!"
"You can't leave the house without your purse!"
"Don't look at my boobs, look into my eyes when you talk!"
On and on it went.
They wanted him to be prepared for living with women, so they spent a long time explaining women's monthly cycles.
"You need to act like you're PMSing too," said Darcia.
"How will I know when to do that?"
"When a group of women lives together, after a while their periods all sync up. Just make a friend, then when she complains about feeling bloated, or she seems cranky, you act the same way. Tell them you're 'spotting', and they'll all understand."
"But you can't get all grossed out like guys do when the girls talk about their periods. Remember, *you* have one too. You need to join in, and complaint about how you feel all bloated and crampy."
"Do I have to?" said Terry.
"Yes. If they think you have a period, then they'll think you're a girl. If they find out that you're a guy...you'll be kicked out of school. It is critical that you make them all believe you're a girl."
"Okay..." he said, revealing his lack of enthusiasm in his voice, as they told him all about tampons, pads, cramps, and other details he preferred not to know. He never realized how tough women had it, going through their cycles every month. Darcia told him that some girls called it "the curse". It gave him a new insight into her behavior, why she would stop being so sweet and so kind sometimes, and turn on him so quickly. He vowed to be more understanding in the future when she was having her period.
It was a big day. Terry's mom helped pack the car, then got in to drive. Terry and Darcia sat in the back.
"Your hair looks pretty today," she said to Terry. "Did you remember to use the mirror to make sure it looks okay in the back?"
"Of course. How could I forget? And you've taught me so much about how to style it, how to take care of it. I'm not going to forget. Don't worry about me."
Darcia smiled and squeezed Terry's hand. She had been so happy the past two weeks, as they had worked on Terry, teaching him how to be a girl. It had been so fun! Not that she enjoyed watching him squirm. But it *was* exciting to see the light in his eyes as he began to understand her better. He'd never criticize her again for taking a long time to get ready to go out. And he'd never complained again about her buying makeup or jewelry. He understood her now, in a way most boyfriends never could. He had a lot of insights that only girls have.
Terry's mom had been in her glory too. This was her one and only chance to live out her dreams of passing down her knowledge and wisdom to a daughter. She almost wished that Terry really *had* been a girl. She had enjoyed the past two weeks more than any time since he had been an infant. She did feel guilty for thinking like she did about turning him into a girl, but knowing that it would secure his future, it made it all worthwhile.
She had to admit that she like Terri the girl much more than Terry the boy. Terri was good, obedient, helpful, and nice. Terry was withdrawn, rebellious, stubborn, and uncooperative. It took several arguments to get Terry to do a chore. But Terri would do the dishes or vacuum if she just asked nicely. Terry's room was a mess. Terri's was neat. Inside, she felt a deepening love for her daughter. This was what she had hoped for long ago when she had a baby. A girl that would grow up into a lovely young woman.
When the arrived at the lovely campus of Friedan University, they all got out of the car and walked around the campus. There were quaint school buildings covered with ivy. The lawns were perfect and green. Flowers and decorative shrubs nicely laid out in the sunny areas. Lovely college girls wearing skirts and dresses walked around the campus, adding to the beauty. There was a fountain in the middle, with statues of great women in history, and quotes from them.
"Let us throw in coins, and make wishes," said Darcia, digging through her purse to find pennies.
"I wish it was four years from now, so this could all be over," thought Terry, as he tossed the penny into the water, where it sank to the bottom with the other coins.
"I wish we were married," thought Darcia, as she looked at her boyfriend, now indistinguishable from the women on campus.
"I wish Terri had been born a girl," thought his mother. She immediately felt guilty, so she added"...and I wish her good luck at school."
Terry carried the last load up to his room on the second floor of Steinem Hall, where he would reside for the year. A plaque at the entrance had a picture of Gloria Steinem and listed her life's accomplishments. In fact, all the buildings on campus were named for famous women, most of them feminists. This would be Terry's new home. In the first two years, students were required to live on campus. Then they could move into an apartment if they preferred. But 'Terri' was on a full scholarship, so 'she' would be with the girls in the dorms for all four years.
It was exciting, yet scary. For all college freshmen, there was a sense of entering the unknown, leaving home for the first time, living with strangers, starting a new phase of their lives. On top of that though, Terry also had the added unknowns of being a different gender than he had grown up with.
"I'm a girl. I'm a girl" he whispered to himself. He was terrified that the real girls would pick him out right away, and turn him in. He couldn't let down his mother and Darcia. He had to try his best to fool everyone.
"I'm a girl. I'm a girl."
Now came the scariest part: being poor and on a scholarship, Terry could not afford a private room. He was going to have to share a room with a girl. Darcia had put a cot into his room and had lived with him for the past two weeks to prepare him. But when there was a knock on the door as his new roommate arrived, Terry's heart raced, and he felt short of breath. Here was the one person he most needed to fool. The one person he could not afford to let in on his secret. And the one person he would spend the most time with.
"Hi, I'm Kate," said the perky girl with the short blond hair who walked into the room carrying a laundry basket full of clothes. She was accompanied by her brother, who was carrying a mini-fridge, and her parents, each of whom carried boxes and bags.
They went out for the next load of stuff after they introduced themselves. Terry could feel the sweat on his forehead. She hadn't noticed yet. So far, so good.
When Kate had all her stuff in the room, her brother said good-bye. And it was also time for Darcia and Terry's mom to leave. He didn't want them to go. He needed them to help him! What was he going to do?
He gave them both big hugs. He wanted to kiss Darcia good-bye, but in front of Kate, he couldn't do that. He had to hug her like they were just friends. Girlfriends.
His face was sad as they left him alone. He took a deep breath.
"I'm a girl. I'm a girl" he thought to himself.
Comments
J Chimera
Ironically, the common phrase is, "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."
Brianna Demonet
Its a shame you have to resort to this action. But in this case there are no options.
Julia Miller
Sometimes you gotta do, what you gotta do.
