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Mom's Unique Punishment - Part 4
🕑 Added 2020-06-05 05:30:43 +0000 UTCMy life was topsy-turvy. Here I am sitting on the couch with my cousin Jason right after giving him a blowjob. Jason is sitting there watching television feeling all macho and stuff. He's getting to experience what it is like to have sex with a girl. All I'm getting is a close up look, taste and feel of my own equipment. I still had the taste of him in my mouth and my lips felt sore and chapped from all the motion.
I told Jason I needed a drink so I got up and started walking to the kitchen. "You can bring me a soda too. And maybe some chips. I feel hungry all of a sudden. I guess all that activity made me hungry. How about you?"
"No. I'm not hungry at all."
"I guess I filled your tummy up with all my love juices."
I wanted to barf. I can't believe he's talking about his love juices. It was his disgusting sperm that I swallowed. "Yes. That's it. I'm filled with your love juices. You have some imagination."
When I returned carrying the sodas and chips, I took a big sip and felt a little better. I applied a little lipstick to soothe my chapped lips.
"Are you getting your lips ready for some more kissing? Or for something else?"
"Neither. They just felt a little chapped." I answered. I wanted to smack him right then and there. I knew I had to figure out a way to get back at him for what he made me do. I was totally annoyed with Jason and his total lack of compassion for me. He was so totally selfish but like mom always said, "What goes around comes around."
As I sat there on the couch getting more and more annoyed, I heard the back door slam and Mikey bounded into the room. "So what are you two up to?" He asked innocently enough.
If only he knew. "Nothing. We're just watching the boob tube." It was then that I realized Queer Eye for the Straight Guy was playing. That was pretty funny in a way.
Fortunately for me, Jason and I were not alone for the next two days. I felt funny as we said goodbye knowing that our relationship had undergone significant change this past week. I wasn't sure if that would end up being good or bad but I felt more bad than good at the present.
There were only two weeks left to summer. Usually I hated when summer ended but not this year. I couldn't wait for it to end so I could start my new life at high school. Even if mom made me dress in these clothes after school, I would have a lot of time to be a guy again.
The week after Jason left mom told me she wanted to take me out for the day. She told me to wear one of my nicer skirts and a sleeveless blouse. I asked her what we were doing but she wouldn't tell me. I got dressed in a nice taupe skirt with a multi-colored top. Since it was warm I wore my beige wedgies. Mom was dressed similarly. Mom grabbed her purse and a folder and off we went. Our first stop was a nice restaurant for lunch. During lunch mom told me how proud she was of my behavior.
"Danielle, you've done very well this summer. Your behavior is vastly improved. You've learned to clean your room and take care of your clothing properly. Your pride in your appearance is also very noticeable. And you've been a big help to me in the kitchen as well. You've made me proud."
I was elated. Mom was happy with me. That was a nice feeling. I was hoping Mom would tell me she was ending my punishment. Boy, was I wrong.
"But I now have a dilemma. Do I take a chance and let you go to high school as planned where you will be with your old troublemaker friends or should we find ways to build on all your hard earned progress? Now I know you won't this but I decided you should not attend regional high. I also decided that I do not want to force you to continue living your life as a girl if you choose otherwise. But you do need to attend a school that will continue to help you develop into a good citizen and a contributor to our society. So, I'm giving you the choice between two schools."
"Mom, are they two girls schools?"
"No. They're not. Here's the paperwork for your first choice. It's the Bridgeton Military Academy."
"A Military School? It says here that I would have to board full time. That's not cool. And they wear uniforms."
"Well, you may want to look at your other choice. It's Mount Saint Mary's."
"That's a girls school, mom. I thought you said they weren't girls' schools. I don't want to go to either one. I want to go to regional."
"Regional is out of the question. And only one choice is a girl's only school. Mount Saint Mary's has a wonderful reputation. And they have a really good girl's soccer program too. You have to decide on either Mount Saint Mary's or Bridgeton."
I guess I would pick Bridgeton if I had to." I answered a little uncertainly since the Military Academy would be no picnic either.
Mom seemed disappointed. "Okay, honey. Right after lunch we have to go over and register and get you fitted for the cadet uniform. I made appointments for today at both schools depending on your decision."
"Register today? Uniforms? I have to go home and change first."
"Honey, you know my rules. No boys' clothing for you for the summer. Besides, there isn't enough time to for you to change anyway. Our appointment is in one hour. And you look cute just as you are.."
"Mom, I may look fine to you but I can't go to the academy dressed like this today. Those guys over there don't fool around. Larry's brother went there and he said it was really hard. They'll kill me if I show up like this."
"Well, unfortunately there isn't anything else I can do. Today is the final day at both schools for registration so we have to go to your choice right after lunch. So if your choice is Bridgeton's I'll have to call Saint Mary's and cancel our appointment."
"Mom, wait. Don't call yet. You know I can't go to the Academy dressed like this. You're forcing me to choose a girl's school."
"Honey, I'm not forcing you to do anything. You have the two choices right in front of you so have to pick one now. I have to go to the ladies room so you'll have a few minutes to decide. We need to get moving as soon as I get back."
She left me sitting there looking at the two alternatives. One would provide a cruel, quick end to my embarrassment. The cadets would kill me for sure. The other choice would lead to many years of being trapped further into this feminine web. I knew there was no way I could ever show up at Bridgeton today wearing this outfit, with my hair femininely styled and my face all made up. Mom knew it too. I was trapped once again.
"So?"
"I have to go to Saint Mary's, mom. I can't believe you're going to send me to a girl's high school. I'll never be able to get away with it."
"Oh stop complaining. I'm not making you go anywhere. You decided but I must say that I'm really happy with your decision, sweetheart. All I had to do was to change your name and gender on the school record so you'll be fine. I hoped that would choose Saint Mary's. I'll call Bridgeton and cancel your appointment. I really think Mount Saint Mary's is the better choice for you anyway. And of course you will fit in very well there with all the girls just like you did in ballet class. Face it, Danielle. You're really very feminine, so you'll fit it fine. And with your grades you will definitely be accepted. Now, why don't you go to the bathroom and freshen up before we leave. Our appointment with the admissions office is for 2:00 pm. Okay, sweetie?"
"Yes, mommy." I answered realizing that the decision was final. I knew then and there that I would be attending a girl's high school.
As I stood looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, I was in shock. First, it was wearing girls clothing, then it was going shopping and being forced to take ballet lessons and participate in a dance recital. Then came my deflowering with Jason, not once but twice. I had to face the embarrassment of my dad's visit and the constant harassment from my brother. And now, I was faced with this latest twist of attending a girl's high school. How did this happen? Could I have altered my fate? Could I still? I doubted it. Mom was a very strong willed women and I was increasingly becoming more and more compliant. I suspected the change in my vitamins had something to do with my calmer demeanor.
The drive over to Mount Saint Mary's was really strange. I honestly could not believe this was all about to happen. When we pulled into the school's parking lot, I was practically frozen with fear as I opened the door to exit. Mom gently brushed my hair away from my face and told me to relax and just be myself.
What a laugh that was! Be myself? She had to be kidding. Here I was all dressed up as a teenage girl preparing to register to attend an all girls' high school. When we entered the admissions office, a woman wearing some kind of nun's dress greeted us. After exchanging some pleasantries with mom, she led us into an office. Mom sat down in a side chair and the lady told me to sit down in front of the desk.
"Why don't you sit right here, dear."
I sat down demurely. I smoothed my skirt under me and femininely crossed my legs at the ankles. My hands were neatly folded in my lap. Mom's constant training over the past four months or so was very evident in all my mannerisms. I was surprised at how extremely well coached in the art of feminine behavior I was.
This was even more surprising since I found the entire process to be extremely nerve racking.
"Danielle, I looked over your transcript and your grades have been very good with just one little blip in seventh grade. I find lots of young girls experience some minor growing pains at that age. Going from a girl to a young lady is a difficult time for any girl."
Oh great, I thought. She's going to start talking about my period next.
"Yes, madam."
"Well, everything looks in order so welcome to Mount Saint Mary's, Danielle."
How could you be welcoming me to Mount Saint Mary's? As I stood up, I lifted up my skirt for all to see. Look, see this. I'm not a damn girl. I'm a boy. A BOY. I may be wearing panties but you can see what's under my panties, can't you? Now what do you have to say about that. Do you still want me to attend your dumb girls school? I'm sure I'll be a big hit. I could see my mom's face turn red with anger and embarrassment as I continued to run around the office with my skirt held high above my waist. Mom was so shocked she was speechless. Meanwhile the nun was shouting at us to get out of her office.
"Danielle."
"Danielle, say thank you to Sister Catherine, honey."
Awaking from my little daydream, I did as mom said and thanked the sister for accepting me into her school.
"Now there are a few other things for us to review. I've compiled some material for you on some of the school's activities and programs. I'm sure you will find a lot of things to interest a young lady."
"Oh, thank you." I said as I accepted the folder.
And here's a little paper on our dress code and uniform. All of our students are required to wear the Mount Saint Mary uniform. Are you familiar with our uniform, dear?"
Uniform? I never really thought about that. "No, madam, I'm not."
"All of our girls are required to wear pleated skirts, white blouses, either long sleeve or short, white knee high socks and saddle shoes. The skirt length is not to be higher than three inches above the knee. Some of our girls wear pantyhose in addition to the knee socks, especially in the colder months. If you decide to do that, the hose have to be either nude or black. No other colors are allowed. There are also some recommendations on personal grooming, things such as hairstyles, nail lengths, make up and other things in here. But I am sure none of these requirements will be of any concern for such a sweet girl. Oh, Mrs. Exner, there's also a list of the stores that carry all of the uniforms and the prices." Turning back to me, she continued. "Do you have any questions, dear?"
Questions? Yeah, why the hell are you letting a boy attend your dumb school? Telling me I'm a sweet girl. Can't you tell that I'm a boy? You must be blind as a bat if you can't see this bat in my panties.
"No madam. I don't have any questions."
"Well then we'll see you in two weeks for the start of the school year, dear. I'm sure you'll enjoy it here."
"Yes, madam. Thank you. I'm sure I will enjoy it here too." I lied.
"Congratulations, honey." Mom said, as she gave me a little hug.
Sister Catherine took us for a quick tour of the school making sure to show me my homeroom. By the time we left I was still in a state of utter disbelief. I had just enrolled in a girls' high school. I would be spending the next four years impersonating a girl. And stealing a few things from the store caused all of this. What a punishment!
It was now past four, so the uniform stores would be closed. "I guess we can go tomorrow or Friday and get you all set up."
I forgot about the uniforms. But I guess they couldn't be any worse than my ballerina stuff. Nothing could be that bad.
So the next day found mom and me at The Uniform Store. I felt that familiar knot in my stomach as we walked into the store. Mom told the clerk what we were looking for and she showed us the Saint Mary's uniform. The skirt was kind of a gray, black and green plaid pattern with pleats. The clerk suggested I try on in the dressing room to see how it fit. I took it and tried it on one. It was really goofy looking due to the skirt length. It was much longer than any of the skirts I wore all summer. The sales lady must have noticed my reaction because she immediately mentioned the length.
"Most of the girls have the skirt shortened. Trust me, it looks much cuter after alterations. We can take it up to three inches above your knee if you like."
"Yes, that will be fine. How many skirts do most of the students purchase?" Mom questioned.
As the sales lady marked the new hemline on my skirt, she answered mom's questions. "Most of the girls purchase three for freshman year. Then they add one or two in later years."
"And blouses?" Mom asked.
"Usually the girls buy more of those. Maybe three short sleeved and three long sleeved. That way you don't have to do laundry every day or two. I'd recommend buying at least a half dozen knee-highs too. And most girls buy two pairs of the saddle shoes."
"That will be fine."
"I'll get your order all pulled together. Our seamstress can alter her skirts right now. It only takes a few minutes to raise the hemline. And you look like a medium in blouse size and about a size seven in shoes. Is that right, honey?"
"Yes, madam. Size 7 should be fine." I answered.
"Okay. Give me about a half an hour to get everything ready. You can look around at some of our accessories in the back if you'd like."
Thirty minutes later we left The Uniform Store with a few bags of clothing. In addition to my uniforms, mom purchased a few pairs of white panties and bras, a school sweater, and a few pairs of the recommended pantyhose shades. Mom even made me buy a girl's book bag. Oh yeah, I almost forgot one other thing that was on the list. I also had to buy stupid girls gym uniform and white sneakers. The gym uniform was a one piece with bloomers on the bottom and a button up top in a really pale shade of blue. It was so queer.
As soon as we got home mom insisted that I go up stairs and try on my uniform. I only tried in on piecemeal in the store and mom wanted to see how cute I looked. As I was in my room changing I heard my brother come home. Oh great I thought. Now I have to put up with him again too. By now I was standing there in my white knee high socks and my panties and bra. I slipped on my short sleeve school blouse and stepped into my pleated skirt. The only thing remaining was to put on my saddle shoes. I stood there totally dressed in my new Mount Saint Mary's schoolgirl uniform in a state of utter humiliation and disbelief. I could hear my mom calling me.
"Honey, are you almost ready?"
Taking a deep breath, I walked down stairs to face mom and Mikey wearing my stupid uniform. I wasn't sure if mom told Mikey about this latest situation but I could tell by his surprised look he wasn't aware of my change in schools.
"Oh honey, that uniform looks precious on you. Turn around for mommy. Oh, that's really too cute for words. How do your shoes feel? Do they pinch?"
I felt like a total sissy turning around for my mother. She was treating me more and more like her precious little girl and I responding. As I turned back to face them both, Mikey blurted out, "What's all this? You look like a catholic schoolgirl in that getup. Don't tell me you're going to a girls school now."
"Danielle decided that she wants to attend Mount Saint Mary's this fall." Turning towards me, she turned the screw. "That was your decision, wasn't it, honey?"
'Yes, but you"
"No buts. You had a choice of going to either an all boy school or an all girl school and you choose Saint Mary's. That's all there is to it."
"Well, I kind of had a choice but not really."
"Danielle, you know very well you had a choice and you made it all by yourself."
"This is too much. My brother is going to an all girl school. What a hoot. And mom's right. You do look precious in your school girl uniform."
"Oh shut up, you dumb ass." I shouted as I tried to slap him in his face.
"Danielle. What do you think you're doing? Such language and trying to hit your brother is very unbecoming behavior for a young lady. You apologize to your brother right now or you will be going to regional high dressed exactly as you are now. I'm sure your friends will just love seeing you going to high school in your catholic schoolgirl uniform. Or perhaps you'd want to wear your new girls' gym uniform instead. Now apologize to your brother this instant, young lady."
I hated it when she called me young lady. That sounds even dumber than calling me a girl. Young lady sounded so prissy and she called me that in front of Mikey. And now I even had to apologize to my stupid brother when he was the one that started it. I couldn't even face him so I looking down at the floor as I mumbled a weak apology.
"I'm sorry for swearing at you and trying to hit you."
"No big deal. You looked just like a girl trying to smack me. I'm sure it wouldn't have hurt." It was almost like he was the big brother now and I was in the role of the younger sibling, a girl sibling at that.
And so the stage was set for the next step in my life. I could only imagine what the next year would be like.
Mom and I had to take care of some loose strings before school started.. Mom had me (Danny) call a few of my old baseball buddies to tell them I was going to be moving in with my dad and going to school there. That way no one would suspect anything. I (Danielle) also had to call Karen and tell her that I decided to stay with my mom and that I would be attending Mount Saint Mary's. Karen was excited that we would be able to continue our friendship even though she would be attending regional high.
During the final few weeks of summer, mom continued to work with me on my feminine actions, demeanor, traits and behaviors to ensure that my transition to Mount Saint Mary's would be a smooth one. The final days of summer raced by and as I fell asleep I realized tomorrow was the first day of classes at Mount Saint Mary's.
