Becoming Female: A Teen's Awakening (Part 2)

Then we heard a giggling and looked around. A couple of girls, maybe fourteen, had come out of the Library and seen us. I felt my cheeks get hot. Rick unlocked the door. I grabbed the sodas and got in. I managed to lean over and unlock his door, while he ran around to his side. He got in quickly, and we drove out of the lot past the girls who were still giggling.

About half-way back to my house, Rick pulled over and stopped the car. When he turned the headlights off, I noticed that only a couple of the houses on the block had lights on inside. We were at the top of a hill with a view of the whole town out to the highway. The Moon was just coming up over the ridge. "I’d rather take you out to Taylor Point," Rick said, "but it’s a school night, and you still don’t have permission from your Aunt to date me."

He leaned over and kissed me. I wanted to respond. It felt so very good. Then I suddenly got the image of the two of us naked in a bed. He—he was about to—I couldn’t think it. I was terrified. "No, Rick," I said, pushing him away. "It just wouldn’t be right. We barely know each other." My mind was spinning. I wanted to kiss him, and I didn’t. But the craziest part was that none of it had to do with my really being a boy. I was reacting completely as Alice, a girl who was suddenly afraid of being pushed into something that she wasn’t ready for.

Rick looked disappointed; then, kind of apologetic. "I guess I was rushing you. Heck, you haven’t even said if you would go on that date with me." He started the car and drove the last few blocks to my house in silence. As he was helping me out of the car, he said, "I hope I didn’t scare you off."

I smiled with relief. I’d found myself worrying that he wouldn’t want to date a timid girl like me. "No, I don’t think that I have. I’ll try to give you your answer tomorrow." With that I leaned up and gave him a rather sisterly kiss on the cheek. He smiled at that and tried to kiss me back. "Good night, Mr. Medford," I said coldly.

Rick was a quick learner. He mumbled a "Good night", got back in the car, and drove off. I stood on the curve and waved once, as he turned the corner.

Aunt Theres was watching TV when I came in. "Don’t forget that homework," she said without looking up. I went upstairs. I tried to study my Spanish, honest I did. But my mind kept wandering to Rick - and that kiss. It took a while, but I reviewed each vocabulary word three times, reading them aloud from my study cards. Then I put them away, hoping that at least some of the words had stuck in my mind. For once, being Alice didn’t help my studying. Her hormones certainly got in the way of my Spanish.

*** Wednesday

The next afternoon, Phil stopped me as I was leaving the Boy’s Dressing Room after gym. "Jerry and I came by your place yesterday—cute cousin, by the way—where were you?"

"Yeah, where?" Jerry had joined him. They were blocking my way and looked ready for a fight.

I thought fast. "Oh yeah, Aunt Therese said you to came by. She got really mad when I came home drunk last weekend. I—um—I threw up in the hall, and she—she got real mad. She grounded me for a month. I have to be home by 4 PM to do homework, and I can’t go hang out on the weekend. I was up in my room when you guys came by. You left before I could come down."

"So sneak out, man," Jerry sneered. "What’s the matter? You afraid of the old bat?"

I couldn’t believe these guys. Didn’t they know the situation that I was now? No, I guess they didn’t. How could they? But they did know a little about my life. "I’ve got no choice," I said. "Aunt Therese says that she doesn’t have to take care of me. If I sneak out or do anything else she doesn’t like, she says she won’t even consider a foster home. She’ll just drop me at the State Home for Boys on her way out of town."

"Bummer," Phil said. "Hey, but it might still be worth the risk. I hear some guys are planning a big party this weekend over by Kleigger Lake. A bonfire, plenty of beer, women. Be great, man. You interested?"

"Didn’t you hear me, you asshole? Aunt Therese locks the house when she isn’t around, and she already took my keys. I try anything like that, I might as well pack for the Home before I leave for the party." I’m afraid I got a little mad. These guys were supposed to be my friends, and they were acting like a pair of jerks. I gave up and tried to push Phil out of the way, so I could get to class.

"Who you calling asshole, asshole?" Phil pushed back. Then Jerry pushed me; just to get his licks in, I guess. I should have ignored them and walked away. I never had the chance.

"What’s going on?" It was Mr. Graydon, the English teacher. He was not happy. "Fighting in the Hall, boys. Maybe you can work it off in Detention after school." He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small tablet and a pen. "Webster, Lane, and Klein. Thirty minutes." He wrote each of our names on a sheet of paper, tore the sheets off, and handed them to the three of us. As he turned to walk on down the Hall, he added, "I’m on duty this afternoon. If I don’t see you, it will be an hour every day for a week."

The three of us glared at each other and hurried off to class. Luckily, I had Spanish, and Jerry and Phil had math.

This was not good. School ended at 3:20. Add a half hour, and it was 3:50. Figure a couple minutes to get to Detention and a couple more to get out after my time was up, and it would be 4 o’clock. I was going to change into Alice at the school. I thought about calling Aunt Therese to see if she could get me out of Detention. Tell them that I would be punished at home or I had a doctor’s appointment. Anything. Then I thought about how mad she was going to be when she found out. Calling would probably make her even madder. I definitely did not want that.

I didn’t pay a lot of attention in my classes the rest of the afternoon. I was trying to figure out what to do at 4 PM.

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Detention was in a first floor study hall. I go there just after Mr. Graydon. He took my detention slip and told me to sit in a corner of the room. He made a note of the time as I sat down. I got out my algebra book and started doing that day’s assignment. As before, I noticed that it seemed to come easier since I began doing my homework as Alice. I thought about it for a minute and decided that it was—I hoped—just because she was studying harder than I did.

Jerry never came. He told me the next day that he didn’t care. He didn’t have much to do after school anyway. Phil showed up ten or fifteen minutes after I did. He made a big protest about how it was all my fault. Mr. Graydon had him sit across the room from me. Some other students who’d gotten in trouble during the day or who had several days detention to do were sitting in other seats. A couple of kids who’d gotten caught being much too affectionate during lunch hour tried to sit together. Mr. Graydon sat them about three rows apart and recommended that they take a cold shower after they were done in Detention. "Only if we can take it together," the boy said. The girl giggled. So did a couple of others.

And so did I. I suddenly thought about Rick. I hadn’t thought of him all day, but now I sort of looked forward to seeing him at the Library. Omigosh! Was I about to change; here in front of witnesses! I felt the dizziness beginning, but only a little. I concentrated and it went away. I looked at the wall clock. It was 3:55. I decided that it wasn’t the change, just nerves.

Mr. Graydon saw me looking at the clock. "Okay, Alan. You can go. Try to stay out of trouble."

"I’ll try," I said. I grabbed my book bag and walked quickly out the door.

The hall was empty, but other kids would be finishing detention at any time.

I particularly didn’t want to run into Phil as Alan or Alice. I knew that I’d never get out of the building—let alone get home—before the change, so I tried to find a place to hide. The classrooms were locked, and the bathrooms were at the far end of the floor.

But the stairwell was nearby. I headed for the basement. The door to the girl’s dressing rooms weren’t far from the stairs. Nobody seemed to be around, so I tried the door. Open! I got in just as the change began to hit.

It was getting easier. I was dizzy for a minute, then it felt like I was dropping down a fast elevator. I felt my clothes shift along my body as I shrank. Everything got looser, except for my t-shirt, which got tight again as Alice’s breasts grew. My hair growing out tickled me on the back of the neck. There was a weird sensation in my groin as my sex changed—I can’t really describe it—kind of like getting a hard on in reverse. Then it was over, and I was Alice.

Now my problem was how to get home in Alan’s clothes. They were much too big. Anyone who saw me was sure to ask question; questions I couldn’t possibly answer. Besides, if I was going outside, I wanted to look nice.

Yes, I was definitely Alice.

I looked around. In a corner, I saw some cheerleaders’ outfits that were tossed in one of those big wheeled laundry baskets. You know, the kind with a heavy canvas bag fitted over a metal frame. I could wear one of those, maybe even find a pair of the boots that went with them. I dug through the pile and found both a skirt and top that fit me. I even found a pair of those short shorts they wore underneath the skirts.

I stripped out of my T-shirt and jeans and put on the outfit. I had to take off my undershirt, too, because of the way the top was designed, sleeveless with narrow shoulder straps. The top felt cool and tickled my bare nipples.

I felt them begin to stiffen in response, and I understood why girls like silky blouses so much. The shorts hid my boy’s underpants.

I didn’t find any boots, but I did find a couple pair of matching socks. When I put them on over my regular socks and stuffed my feet into my shoes, they almost fit. I checked myself in a mirror near the door. Except for my big feet, I was as pretty as any cheerleader.

I did a couple of cheers, watching myself in the mirror. I looked good. I closed my eyes and daydreamed about being a cheerleader. Rick was watching me and smiling. I liked that and I felt my nipples tingle as I thought of it. But, suddenly, in my mind there were a whole stadium full of other people watching me. A whole stadium! Watching me! I opened my eyes and shivered. I could never, ever, stand up in front of all those people.

Alan might. He—I—he had played junior varsity football, till he quit the team after Aunt Liz died. Playing in front of a crowd never bothered him. But, as Alice, the thought of standing up and performing in front of all those people scared me silly.

I put Alan’s clothes in my book bag and left the dressing room. There were no practices today, but some of the cheerleaders sometimes wore their outfits to class anyway. A few did it because we were having a rally or something, even if the cheerleaders weren’t going to be a part of it. Some of the others did it to show off or because their boyfriends liked it. As long as nobody got close enough to recognize me, I" be okay waking home in these clothes. I" figure out later how to get them back to school without being caught.

It took a while to walk home. I hadn’t realized how heavy my book bag really was. As I was waiting to cross Grove Street, an older guy, in his forties maybe, pulled up next to me in a Chevy. He lowered the window and asked how much I wanted to ride with him. I was flustered and just mumbled something about wanting to get home from school. "High School?" he asked. When I nodded "yes", the windows shot back up and he drove off. I realized what had just happened—I’d been mistaken for a hooker! I was terrified and hurried across the street.

A block or so later, a car full of guys from school drove by. As they passed me, they shouted out several suggestive remarks and a very lewd invitation to join them. The car slowed to see my reaction. I froze for a minute, then I turned and crossed the street at an angle away from their direction. I could hear them calling me and almost feel their eyes staring at my new female charms. I felt slimy all over and was very glad to hear the car drive off behind me.

Aunt Therese was waiting for me when I got home. "The school called to say that you would be late because of detention," she explained "They said it was a new program—calling the parents—so they would know when a child misbehaved." She paused then smiled. "I didn’t think it was a work punishment, though. I must say that you look very fetching as a cheerleader."

I was too tired to rise to her baiting. "Phil and Jerry hassled me about not meeting them yesterday. I was dumb enough to push one of them, and a teacher saw it. We each got thirty minutes detention, and I changed at the school. I didn’t want to walk home in Alan’s clothes, so I took these. Can I go put on some other clothes, please?"

I noticed that Aunt Therese’s eyebrow shot up when I referred to "Alan’s clothes", but she didn’t say anything about it. "Go change clothes. And bring down that cheerleader’s outfit. I’ll see that gets back to your school without anyone noticing it was ever gone." I had expected her to be really mad about detention, but I guess she decided that my having to walk home dressed as a cheerleader was punishment enough. Besides, in a way, the fight was her fault..

I went upstairs to change. I was kind of sorry to take off the cheerleader’s outfit, though, and I did a couple more cheers before I did, watching myself in the mirror. Again, I pictured myself doing cheers for Rick. He smiled and held out his arms for me. I ran to him, and we kissed. My nipples began to tingle and my crotch seemed warm.

"No!" I shouted to myself. I wasn’t really a girl. I was Alan Webster under a spell. I shook my head, trying to shake loose these crazy thoughts. It was getting harder and harder to think of myself as Alan. I had to try, though, or Aunt Therese had won.

I changed, trying hard not to look at myself in the mirror. I thought that maybe I should let Aunt Therese win. If she saw that I behaving myself while I was Alan, she’d end the spell and Alice would be gone. I decided to ask her about it again.

I put on a pale yellow panty and matching bra. Over this I wore a yellow sleeveless blouse and a light brown skirt. I kept on one pair of the yellow cheerleader’s socks and put on my—Alice’s—my brown sneakers. A quick dab of lipstick, and I was done. I picked up the rest of the cheerleader’s outfit and headed back down stairs.