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Mom's Unique Punishment - Part 5
🕑 Added 2020-06-06 05:33:54 +0000 UTCAs I lay in bed waiting for dawn, I didn't sleep very well between my nerves and the curlers mom put in my hair last night. I hated it when mom set my hair especially since my stupid brother always teased me. Even I had to admit that I looked really dumb in curlers and even worse, they were so uncomfortable. But mom wouldn't accept no for an answer. She wanted to make sure my hair looked cute for my first day of high school. Cute wasn't exactly what I wanted to look like on my first day of high school. After setting my hair, mom decided we should have a beauty night to get me ready for school. As I sat relaxing in the tub I noticed that my body hair seemed not to be growing as fast or as dark as it first did but I didn't really think too much of it. After drying off I slipped on my nightgown and robe and joined mom in her room. We applied some different lotions to our legs, arms and body so that our skin felt soft and silky. We also gave ourselves a manicure and pedicure. I had to use a light shade of pink on my fingernails since Mount Saint Mary's didn't allow its girls (I mean students) to wear dark shades of polish or lipstick. Evidently dark shades were not considered lady-like.
Mom was busy talking to me about school and stuff all night long. She was all excited that I was starting high school and growing up. Me, I was just worried that I would get caught impersonating a girl and everyone would make fun of me. I always thought attending high school would be so cool. You know, hanging out with my friends, fooling around in the hallways and just having a good time. I thought I would be playing sports on a few of the freshman teams and maybe even have a girlfriend. There was little chance of that happening in my current mode of dress. The only girlfriends I would have would really be girl friends. Thinking of girlfriends also brought back thoughts of Jason and what he did to me. I would never treat my girlfriend like that. He was so mean. Even though a few weeks have passed since that episode, I still was very upset that he forced me to have sex with him. He may have thought it was voluntary but I knew better. There was no way I would have ever done that if he didn't threaten to expose me to my friends. I would definitely figure out a way to get even.
But I had other things on my mind this evening. Sitting in my mother's bedroom with curlers in my hair, polish on my fingernails and toenails, body lotion all over my arms and hairless legs, I had other worries. Tomorrow I will have to get up, get ready for school and spend my first day as a Mount Saint Mary's freshman. Even the term freshman made me laugh. There was nothing man about it. I would be all girl tomorrow from the skin out.
As I said earlier, sleep came with some difficulty that night. I was up bright and early for my shower since I felt a bit sweaty from all the tossing and turning. Upon returning to my room, I knew I had to get ready for school. By now it was second nature for me to step into my panties and hook my bra into place. I've been doing those things for some months now. Today under my panties I wore a nude color, spandex thong. Mom suggested I should start wearing one every day since it would very nicely hide certain anatomical parts.
I sat down on the bed and slipped on my white knee high socks with the MSM monogram on the top. The socks were a thin nylon and seemed very girlish to me. In a way they seemed even more feminine than wearing pantyhose since they were much more visible to the eye. Anyone would be able to see that I would be wearing girl's knee-highs from quite far away. But then again I would be wearing a girl's blouse and a schoolgirl skirt so it really didn't seem to matter very much. I felt so nervous that nothing seemed to matter very much.
After putting on my uniform, I sat down at my vanity and removed the rollers from my hair. I tried to comb it out in a style that mom showed me. It wasn't as good as she did it but it looked ok. I then applied a little mascara to my lashes and a touch of pink lipstick to my lips to complete my transformation.
As I stood and looked at my reflection in the mirror, I did see a schoolgirl. I looked like any other girl on her way to classes. I grabbed my new book bag, got my purse and headed downstairs for breakfast.
Mikey was sitting at the table and mom was by the refrigerator. "Honey, you look very nice in your uniform and you did wonderfully with your hair. You even put a scrunchy in it. How cute! My little girl looks all grown up on her first day of high school. Why don't you sit down? I have your cereal right here. Don't forget to smooth out your skirt. Those pleated skirts look terrible when they get all wrinkled."
I hated it when mom said dumb things like that to me in front of my stupid brother. I wanted to scream at her that I was her son and not her little girl but I didn't utter a word. I sat down silently at the table as mom placed a bowl of cold cereal in front of me. I sure didn't feel very hungry but I just sat there and forced myself to eat something. I felt like a total fool sitting there across from my brother who was wearing jeans and a tee shirt. Last year at this time I would have been wearing the exact same thing, but not today. Today I was totally dressed in girl's clothing from the skin out. I so wanted to go to regional high but today I was going to a girl's school. He knew it. I knew it. He didn't make things any easier either. Every time I looked over at him he made some kind of stupid gesture or just gave me a silly grin.
As I tried to eat a little more of my cereal, mom announced it was time to go. She would take Mikey to school with her since he was still in her school. She would drop me off at the bus stop on her way. I had to pick up my purse and school bag as we all walked out together. Mikey got in the front seat with mom and I just quietly sat in the back like the good girl I was fast becoming. I hardly ever showed any aggression when it came to my brother or for that matter, anyone else. It was just easier to let my brother have his way.
The bus stop was a few blocks from our house. I was so nervous that I wished the car seat would swallow me up. As our car approached the corner, mom stopped to allow me to get out. I could see one other girl wearing her uniform already there waiting for the bus. As I stepped from the car, mom called me over to her window.
"Honey, relax and enjoy your first day of school. Everything will be just fine. Just remember everything you've learned this summer and you'll be fine. Call me right after school, ok, sweetie? You have everything you need in your purse? Money? Your keys?"
Yes mom, I have everything. I'll call you right after school."
Mikey had to get it one last dig as well.
"Yeah, those purses are so handy. You can keep all your make up and stuff in them. Have fun at school with all your new girlfriends."
As they drove off, I slowly walked over to the bus stop. My high school life was about to start in earnest. From that moment on, I knew my life would never be the same. I remember how nervous I was as I approached my fellow student at the bus stop. I remember how nervous I was as our bus pulled up to the stop. I could feel my heart racing as the door opened and Sally and I mounted the stairs. I noticed her pleated skirt shifting gently as she walked up the steps to the bus and how cute she looked in her white knee-highs. I could even see a little bit of her thighs. Then I remembered that I probably looked just as cute in mine and other girls and even worse boys would be checking me out as well.
I remember sitting down in our seats and hearing the clatter, as 20 young girls were all eagerly chatting about their summers. Then din was deafening. And here I was in their midst. Even though I spent a good part of the past six months dressing and impersonating a girl, this was a much more intense experience. During the summer, I spent a great deal of my time as a girl alone or with family. While I did go to dance class, those sessions were short and for the most part we just danced. We didn't really interact that much with each other. Besides that, most of the other girls were younger so I had an advantage. While I did spend some one on one time with Karen, I felt totally unprepared for my present situation.
I can remember how unsteady my legs felt as I debarked from the bus and entered into the main entrance of Mount Saint Mary's and headed off to my homeroom. I took a seat and awaited my fate.
I remember how strange it felt during that first role call. I can still hear sister telling us to say present and stand as she called out each girl's name. I hated the thought that I would be included in that roll call as one of the girls. When I heard her call Danielle Exner, I cringed but managed to say 'present, sister' as I rose from my seat. Indeed, I was now one of the girls. After sister finished with the roll call, she told us to take our seats. Evidently displeased with the way we all sat, she made us all stand up and try to sit like young ladies. "Here at Mount Saint Mary's we expect our students to act like young ladies. Now, try to sit like young ladies. Smooth your skirts before sitting and then cross your feet at the ankles. And please girls, keep those knees together." After a brief pause, we all took our seats for the second time. I had a lot of practice sitting like a girl these past few weeks, but I still felt really silly doing it with about 20 other teenage girls.
"That was much better, girls. Just remember you're expected to sit like young ladies at all times."
I knew right then and there that girl would be a term I would be hearing quite often.
That first week of school was filled with a lot of firsts for me. I had my first time in the cafeteria sitting with a few other freshman girls. I had my first visit to the girl's room in my new school. Unlike my few previous experiences in ladies room, this time the room was filled with a bunch of girls all having to pee at the same time. I can remember sitting down in the stall and seeing girls similarly attired on both sides of me. As I peed I couldn't help but notice my panties down by my knees, knowing that the girls on each side of me were doing the same thing.
I remember so many awkward moments those first few days. The rides to and from school on the bus, the constant worry of living my make believe life, the fear of slipping up and saying something wrong or doing something out of character. I remembered getting my class schedule, my books with the Mount Saint Mary's covers and the list of extra-curricular activities available after school. In addition to a few sports things, the schedule included lots of traditional girl things, like cooking, sewing, needlepoint and art. I knew mom would insist that I participate in one or more of these activities.
I remember some of those first conversations with different groups of girls. As they talked about fashion, music, clothing, accessories, hairstyles, feminine hygiene, I realized how little I truly knew about being a girl. I may be wearing panties and a bra but I knew next to nothing about being a girl and about the things that interested them. I knew I needed mom's help more than ever if I was to be successful in keeping my secret. For a brief instant I figured who cares, let them catch me. But then I realized how embarrassing that would be now. I'd be exposed as some kind of queer or something in two different schools. All my old school friends would know and so would all the other girls at Mount Saint Mary's. I'd be laughed right out of the state. So with each passing week, I became more and more concerned and worried about being exposed. I had so much more to lose now than ever before.
But anyway, mom was so pleased when I told her all about my worries and doubts about really knowing what it is like to be a girl. Mom gave me a hug and told me not to worry. She promised that she would spend lots of time educating me on the finer aspects of feminine knowledge and behavior. I wasn't too sure I really wanted to know all this stuff but I also knew I didn't want to be exposed as a boy, especially a boy in an all girl school.
And so my advanced training began. Although I have been dressing as a girl for months I soon realized how little I knew about girl's clothing. Just take tops, for example. As Danny my tops were either dress shirts or tee shirts. That was it. As Danielle, I had to know about blouses, styles, buttons, collars, fabrics, etc. I had to know the difference between a sleeveless shell and a tube top, a dressy top with spaghetti straps versus an off the shoulder top. I had to know about different necklines. There were v-necks, cowl necks, turtle necks, crew necks, scooped necks, peasant blouses, just to name a few. Even sleeve lengths were all over the place. Then I had to learn which fabrics were dressy and which were considered casual and what you had to wear under both types.
As Danny I wore either pants or shorts. Life wasn't nearly that simple for a girl. In addition to shorts and pants, there were short shorts, capris, high rider jeans, low-rider jeans, boot cut, regular cut, even stretch pants. Skirts and dresses were also not so straightforward. There were different styles, different lengths, different cuts, and they all had to be considered.
So you think socks were the same? Think again. Girls have all kinds of different foot things. Naturally, girls wear regular socks just like boys but then girls have trouser socks, short socks, floppy socks and those goofy socks with the little balls in the back. And then there are knee-highs, thigh-highs, stockings and pantyhose. And of yeah, your socks have to be the exact same shade as your top so you match.
Nothing was simple for a girl. Even their monthly calendar was different. Girls had a monthly cycle that caused their bodies to change. They got PMS, cramps, bloating, upset stomachs and then they bled for 6 or 7 days. The early days were heavy flow days, according to mom. Now I had to deal with heavy flow days, too? And for that entire time, girls had to wear sanitary napkins between their legs that they have to change every few hours so they don't get blood on their panties. Mom said I should mark my cycle on the calendar so I would know when I would be due for my period, too. She also made me wear sanitary pads for those weeks so I could better sympathize with my fellow students. They weren't very comfortable especially in the warmer weather. That's when I learned about all the personal hygiene products that were available. That was one embarrassing shopping trip to the drug store with mom. I wanted to hide that day but I knew I had to learn this stuff to be successful..
So, you can see I had quite an education outside the classroom as well as inside the class.
Mom insisted that I do a few extra curricular things after school. Therefore, I enrolled in a sewing class and a jazzercise class at my ballet school with Mrs. Taylor.
The sewing class was a little embarrassing. The first week mom and I had to go out to a fabric store and select a dress pattern and some material. And mom insisted we stop one afternoon after we picked up my brother. I was mortified as mom looked through all the dress patterns specifically for young teenage girls. All of the dresses were fairly short since that was the current rage. After we finally settled on a beginner pattern we had to pick out the fabric. Mom insisted I pick out something every feminine so we only looked at the lightest pastel shades in some lightweight cotton, silk and linen. We settled on a few choices and then mom asked Mikey which one he thought would look the cutest. Aughh. How could she do that to me?
Naturally sewing was a new experience for me. In class we each partnered up with another student since we were to work in pairs. I partnered with Gloria. The first step in dressmaking is to take accurate measurements so Gloria and I had to measure each other. Gloria was very petite but it appeared she had a nice shape hidden behind her schoolgirl uniform. When she measured me I was surprised that my measurements were not significantly different than hers. My waist was a 27, my hips were a 28 and my chest was a 32. I noticed recently that my breasts were even budding a little and I was now filling my A cup bra.
That night I told mom about my breasts. "Mom, my breasts were almost as big as Gloria's. How is that possible?"
"Are you sure, honey?"
"Yes, I'm sure. We measured each other so I'm positive. Sister showed us how to properly measure both our chest and our cup size. Besides, I'm filling out my bra now. I'm going to change now anyway so you can see for yourself." I then stepped out of my skirt and unbuttoned my school blouse.
"Well I'm not really sure. They do look a little puffy but they're certainly not filling out your bra and that cup size is the smallest. Maybe your chest is a little irritated from wearing bras all the time. I'm sure its nothing to worry about. In fact, it's a blessing in disguise since it helps you blend in some much better with all the other girls. I mean you all are at the age when you start to blossom into young women. This is such an exciting time for young ladies. Before you know it, the boys will be chasing after all you girls."
"Mom, I don't want breasts and I sure don't want any boys chasing after me. That's all I need."
Mom tried to assure me that all this was quite normal. "Well, don't panic. Let's just see how things develop for a while. Many boys your age experience minor breast development since your hormonal balance is shifting. It's all quite normal. In fact I think I see a little hair on your legs, too. Have you started to sprout any hairs down below?" She said as she pointed to my panties.
I'm sure I blushed a bright red as I answered her. "Mom! Of course I have some hair there. I'm not a baby anymore."
"Well, I know my little girl isn't a baby anymore. I'm not blind. But you do know girls groom down there."
I wanted to debate this little girl thing with her but I was much more concerned about grooming. Besides how could I argue with her anymore about being a girl? I mean, just look at me.
"Groom?"
"Yes, groom. Trim it back a little and shave it into a little patch. Lots of women get bikini waxes, too. Let me see."
I really didn't like the sound of a bikini wax even though I wasn't too sure of what it was. Mom then started staring at my panties and she said she could see a few hairs sticking out the sides a little.
"See those little hairs. That's what I'm talking about. And you have a few hairs right over here below your belly button. All those have to go. Girls don't like to be hairy. And I can see that you'll have to start shaving your legs and underarms, too. You can't go running around with a hairy body. That's very unladylike. Come on. I'll show you how to shave your legs and underarms now. You'll have to shave down below but I'll have to tell you what to do."
Mom took me into the bathroom and had me sit on the side of the tub and wet my legs. She then lathered my legs with shaving cream and showed me how to glide the razor up my legs. She then let me do a few strokes on my own. I nicked myself once by the knee. I could not believe that I was now shaving my legs like any other teenage girl.
"Slow down. This isn't a race. You have to be careful by your knees and ankles especially. Ok, now for down below. Use these scissors and trim your hair down a bit so it's not too bushy. Then shave that area into a little triangle patch, like this." She said as she traced a little triangle on the tub. "Then put on a lot of water and cream and shave this entire area so that you don't have any hairs sticking out your panties. That looks so gross. And for God's sake, go slow and be careful. Call me when you're done."
After mom left, I filled the tub with a little water and after removing my panties, gently sat down in the warm bath water. I didn't really have all that much hair there yet so I decided not to use the scissors but I knew I had to shave. I liberally spread the shaving cream all over my groin and very, very gingerly began to shave off my straggly hairs and shaped my patch into a little odd shape. After about fifteen minutes or so, I finally finished with no nicks or cuts but I did feel a little sore and chaffed. I dried off, put on clean panties and called mom.
After she looked carefully at my legs, underarms and groin, she said I did really well.
I was relieved that she didn't ask me to drop my panties so she could see how well I did. I would have been so embarrassed by that. I hated it when I saw myself naked anymore. I was very feminine looking from the waist up and from my feet to my upper thighs. The only thing not feminine was what was between my legs. It was all so very confusing. When mom first made me dress, I felt like a boy trapped into girl's clothing. Now I felt much more like a girl with male equipment between my legs. I mean most of the time I really felt like a real girl since I was totally immersed into femininity all day, every day. Yet whenever I was naked I was starkly aware that I was still a boy.
"Here, honey. Put on some of this lotion. It will help reduce some of the razor burn and the chance of ingrown hairs. Plus it will help to put back a lot of the moisture you lose when you shave. It will make your legs look extra pretty so make sure you always do this every time you shave."
"Okay. I will mom." I had to admit that my legs did look so much nicer now. I guess I didn't realize how much peach fuzz I had. My legs looked so much smoother and they actually glistened from the lotion.
I still wasn't so sure of her logic about my budding breast but I figured she must know more than me so I forgot about it for a while. And I had to admit that having an A cup did help me pass at some critical times. I still wondered if those vitamins she gave me every morning were partially to blame.
Anyway, after another dozen or so sewing classes, we all managed to complete our dresses and were allowed to bring them home. Actually most of our dresses came out looking better than we all expected. I hated it when I found out each of us girls had to model our dress at the final class with our partner. Then all of us got to vote on the best ones. Gloria was really into sewing and she was anxious to win the vote.
"Hey, make sure you bring your heels and pantyhose tomorrow for the class. I think we should get dressed up a little to show off our dresses better. I don't think the other girls are doing that so we may have an edge. I may even wear a cool hat if I can find one that looks right."
I wasn't really into getting all dressed up like that but I knew it was important to Gloria. The next day I felt a little strange bringing my high heels and pantyhose to school but I did it anyway. Naturally the next morning in the car, mom noticed I had an extra bag and she asked me what I had. I didn't want to answer her with my stupid brother being there but what could I do.
"It's a pair of heels and pantyhose."
"Why do you need that?"
"Well, we finished our sewing project and we have to show each other our dress."
"Oh, how sweet. You all get to model your dresses. Did your dress come out really nice, honey?"
Mikey was now laughing at the thought of me modeling a dress I made. I really hated it when Mom talked about feminine things to me when he was around. It was so embarrassing.
"It came out okay I guess."
"Make sure you bring it home today. Mikey and I would love to see it, right Mikey?"
"Sure Mom." He said laughingly.
That afternoon each pair of girls got up and showed off their dresses. When it was almost our turn Gloria and I headed off to the girls room to change. I had to admit it felt very weird to be in the girl's room with Gloria as she started removing her school uniform. I too started to remove my blouse and skirt and then we were both standing there in our bra and panties. Most guys would kill to be in this situation. I mean here I was with a really cute girl and she was peeling off her clothes right in front of me. And the fact that she was wearing the prettiest bra and panties made it even more alluring. We both struggled with our pantyhose since they're not the easiest things to put on when you're trying to balance on one foot. But somehow in the midst of all our giggling we did manage to get them up. I was so thankful that Mom had me wearing those really tight thongs under my panties since they insured nothing ever showed even at times like this. I would die if Gloria ever thought I was a boy.
After we zipped each other up we gave each other a final look. Gloria looked so good in her dress. It fit her perfectly and really showed off her figure. It was kind of funny but in our uniforms none of us look like we have any shape at all. After slipping on our heels, Gloria gave me a big hug as we wished each other good luck. We headed back to class. All the other girls were hooting and laughing since we went to an obvious extreme to increase our chances to win. However, we only came in second but we still were proud. Sister gave us each a little silver thimble as our prize.
As we were leaving class that afternoon, Gloria asked me if I was doing anything on Saturday. "It's my birthday and my mom said it was okay if I invited a few girlfriends over to celebrate. I hope you can come. Can you?"
I couldn't think of a reason fast enough to say no, so I just agreed. "Sure, I can come."
"Great. Carol, Mary Beth, Anna and Traci all are coming too. We'll have fun. And don't forget to bring your pajamas. Mom said everyone could sleep over."
Oh my God. How would I ever pull this off? A pajama party with five girls was more than I was prepared for.
When I got home that day I told mom all about the final class and how we came in second. After dinner, Mom insisted that I change into my dress so her and my brother could see it on me. I wanted to ask Mom's advice on how to get out of the pajama party but I was too embarrassed to even mention it in front of my brother.
I hated lots of things about being trapped in this feminine world but the thing I still hated the most was having Mikey see me in all these embarrassing situations. As I changed from my school uniform into my dress I knew tonight promised to be another one of those for sure.
Since I still had on my pantyhose from earlier it only took me a few minutes to change. I also just put on the same heels I brought to school. When I walked into the family room, my mother and brother were sitting watching television.
"Oh honey. That dress looks so cute on you. Turn around so I can see the back.
So I did a little pirouette without even thinking about it. It was just another example of how I was becoming more and more immersed in my feminine life.
Oh my God, it's adorable. You did such a good job. Mikey, can you believe Danielle made that dress all by herself? Don't you think she did a great job on it?"
"Yeah. I guess. I can't believe she would want to sew like that. It's way too girly for me. I prefer doing guy things."
"Danielle, tell your brother about the little show you girls had to put on today at school."
So now I had to recount the story about trying on the dress, modeling it before the other girls and the vote.
"You mean you had to change in front of another girl?"
"Of course. Your sister fits in totally with all the girls at school. She's even getting a cute little shape. Can't you tell? Any young girl would be proud of that figure, isn't that right honey?"
"Mom! Some things are personal, you know." I was afraid that she would tell him about my budding breasts, which would have been horrible.
"Sorry honey. I know some things are sensitive for young ladies. We'll just keep it between us girls."
"I can't believe you get to see other girls in their underwear and stuff. That's pretty cool."
Finally, Mikey had seen something about me that he liked. "Yes, I guess that is kind of cool." I responded.
"Well I guess it would be really cool if you weren't wearing the same stuff they are. And now you're even making stuff to wear. I know one thing for certain. When I get to see a girl in her underwear, I sure won't be wearing matching panties and a bra like you do. That's so faggy."
I wanted to tell him it wasn't but I knew that would be a lie. I knew he was 100% correct.
Later that evening after I got ready for bed, I knocked on my mom's bedroom door to talk to her.
"Mom, Gloria invited me to her birthday party this Saturday."
"Oh, honey, that's wonderful. I'm glad to see you're making friends. That's so nice."
"Mom! It's not nice. It's a pajama party. I can't go to a sleepover with five girls. You have to help me."
"Okay. I will. Don't worry. We'll buy a nice present and we can even get you new pajamas."
"I mean you have to help me get out of this. I can't go>"
"Stop fretting. You'll have so much fun. I remember how I loved having sleepovers with my girlfriends when I was your age. We laughed, we talked, we listened to music, we all practiced dancing and we talked about boys, boys, and more boys. The only thing we didn't do much is sleep. But you can sleep any night so it's fun to stay up all night for special sleepovers. We'll have to go shopping tomorrow to get everything you'll need. Oh this is so exciting. I can't wait to hear all about it."
