The School Dress Code
A Fictional Story by Anonymous2207.
At home, I live with my 2 sisters, Alisha and Natasha, and my mom, Julie. She is in her mid-40s, and Alisha is 2 years older than me, and Natasha is about a year younger. Our father passed away when I was 4 years old, and since then it has been just us. My mom works in a senior position at a huge multinational accounting firm. Alisha is in college, and me and I attend the same school. I have always been a bully to my sisters as well, since they are no match for me intellectually and never will be. I seem to have gotten away with quite some horrible acts since Mom really lets me have my way most of the time. I think she feels guilty about me not having a father figure in my life.
Today was a lazy Sunday evening, and I had just finished the laundry when I saw Natasha about to wash a few of her favorite dresses. That’s when I had a wonderful idea. I ran to my room, took out my bottle of phenolphthalein, and ran back out. When Natasha went to get the detergent, I carefully added a few tiny drops to the laundry. Once she started her wash cycle, I knew in 30 minutes, my sister was going to get a wonderful surprise. And lo and behold, as soon as the washing machine finished, she pulled out her favorite white floral dress and let out a scream.
“Mommmmmm,” Natasha yelled, starting to cry. “Look what Nik did”
I was laughing my ass off. Mom came out of the bedroom and saw what I had done.
“Nik, this is too far; you shouldn’t have done this. I don’t want to see any such pranks in the future.” Mom told me.
“Mom, he needs to be punished in some way; talking to him is not enough,” said Alisha, sympathizing with her sister.
“It’s okay, dear; what is done is done,” Mom replied
At this moment, Natasha lost it. She suddenly snatched my laundry bag, ran to the door, and threw all my clothes out on the lawn. I ran out as fast as possible to stop her, but it was too late. It was raining heavily outside, and all my clothes were getting wet and covered in mud. I quickly ran, picked them up, and shouted at Natasha.
“You bitch, look what you have done. I need to rewash them”
“Serves you right,” chimed in Alisha.
“You shouldn’t be using such language, Nik.” Mom was upset at my outburst.
I walked in slowly, all wet from the rain, and put all my clothes in the washing machine. Then I walked to my room, all angry, to change clothes since I was completely soaked. This is when I realized my underwear was wet as well. I also didn’t have any fresh underwear, as I had put all of them in for washing, so I just went commando. Once the wash was done, I put all my clothes in the dryer and tried to start it. But it just wouldn’t. I tried a couple of more times but to no avail.
“Mom, what’s up with the dryer?’ I yelled for Mom’s help.
She came in and tried a few times but got the same results. Alisha and Natasha also tried to help, but they weren’t able to.
“I am sorry, son. It looks like we will have to call a technician tomorrow.” Mom said.
“What the hell do you mean? I am out of clean underwear. If this doesn’t get fixed tonight, what am I going to wear?”
“It’s okay, son; we will lay a couple of them out under the fan all night, and I am sure they will be dry by tomorrow morning.”
I begrudgingly accepted the idea. We had our dinner, and I went to sleep early since I wanted to be well-rested for my physics test tomorrow.
I woke up in the morning, well-rested and excited about my test. I knew I would have no trouble getting top scores. So I brushed my teeth and went out to the living room, where my underwear was drying. I checked every one that was drying, and none of it was dry.
“Mom!!!” I ran to my mom’s room and burst inside. “None of my underwear is dry.”
She quickly came outside to check and obviously couldn’t find a dry one. By this time, I was almost on the verge of tears. The commotion had made Natasha and Alisha come out.
“Mom, I can’t go to school today. If I miss my test, I won’t have the first perfect score in school history.”
“No, you won’t miss your test. Go to your room, and I will figure something out.”
I stomped to my room, not knowing what solution mom will come up with.
“Natasha, go into your room and get me a pair of your plainest panties,” Julie said as Nik left.
Natasha’s jaw dropped. “What? Is Nik going to wear my panties?”
“We have no option. Both mine and Alisha’s would be too big for him; only yours will fit.” Julie said with a sigh.
Both Natasha and Alisha couldn’t control their giggles as Natasha quickly ran to her room and emerged with a pair of plain pink cheekini panties with white polka dots.
“Don’t you have anything in white and plain?” Julie asked.
“No mom this is the plainest one I can spare.” Said Natasha, unable to control her giggles.
Julie slowly walked into Nik’s room.
“Nik, I have a solution.” And slowly showed him the panties.
“What mom!!! I cannot wear these. These are panties.” Nik exclaimed in disgust.
“It’s just underwear, dear, and I believe these will fit you perfectly. Both your waist and Natasha’s are 26 inches. Why don’t you try it? And remember, no one will know.”
“Mom, these are Natasha’s; she will know for sure.” I was still in disbelief.
“Don’t worry, she won’t tell anyone. And it is just for a day. Today the technician will fix the dryer, and you’ll have your underwear back.”
I realized there was no point in arguing, so he begrudgingly grabbed the panties and went to get dressed. Once I was done showering, I slowly pulled up the panties and was surprised at how well they fit, actually better than my own underwear. But I doubt I would admit this in front of anyone. I got fully dressed in my school uniform of a white shirt and green trousers. I made sure there were no creases on my shirt or trousers. Our school has a strict dress code, which is typical of private schools. As I left my room, I saw my sisters standing there, grinning from ear to ear.
“Come on, brother, give us a peek.” Shouted Alisha
“No one bothers him. Natasha, please do not discuss this with anyone in school; otherwise, you will be grounded for the year. Your brother could get into trouble for this, and not to mention the bullying.”
Both my sisters just turned away, looking disappointed, and went to get ready.
Natasha and I took the school bus, and my heart was pounding since I knew about my underwear situation; however, it more or less calmed down by the time we reached school. The classes passed quickly, and the last class before lunch was the test, and I was excited about it. As soon as I saw the questions, I had no doubt I would get a perfect score again.
David, a below-par student, was sitting behind me, and 15 minutes into the test started to try to cheat from my paper. I moved to hide my answers. Once he failed to cheat off my paper, he whispered to Cathy, who was sitting at the desk next to me.
“Hey, Cathy, can you move your paper so that I can see?”
Cathy was a nice girl and consistently did well in classes. I saw her casually moving her paper to give David a clear view.
Immediately, I shouted to draw the teacher’s attention.
“Mrs. Robinson!!! David and Cathy are cheating on the test.”
Mrs. Robinson turned and saw both Cathy and David in the act before they could gather themselves and stomped towards them. She grabbed both of their papers and said
“Out of both of you, and you’ll get a zero on the test.”
Cathy was on the verge of tears, and David tried to argue, but Mrs. Robinson just said
“You are lucky I won’t report you two for academic dishonesty”
They both stood up from their desks and slowly walked as we made eye contact. I smirked, and I could see David’s eyes full of rage.
Soon the class ended, and we all headed out for lunch. I finished my lunch in peace and went to retrieve some books from my locker. As I was about to open it, I felt a strong push from behind as I slammed into the locker, followed by a strong pull of my pants.
The crowded hallway with the lockers was full of students, and for a split second, everyone went completely silent. And then there was a roar of deafening laughter.
“Ohh, my god!! What do we have here? Look, everyone, Nik is wearing panties!!!” I heard Cathy say out loud as I realized she was the one who pantsed me.
It was obvious most people had seen it even before she announced it, which I guess drew a bigger crowd.
I tried to pull my pants up quickly, but my arms were being strongly held behind my back by David. My entire face went red, my heart raced, and my ears burned with shame. The laughing continued, and the crowd seemed to grow as someone suddenly remarked.
“They fit him so well. His bulge is so tiny.” This elicited another huge outburst of laughter.
Tears started rolling down my cheeks as Cathy said, “Let’s see what he is hiding, shall we?” as she moved her hand toward my underwear.
Right then, I heard Mr. White, our physics teacher, shout out, “What’s going on here?”
Cathy stopped in her tracks, and David dropped me, and the crowd started dispersing. I was on the floor crying as he came and stood in front of us.
“What do you guys think you’re doing? And wait, are those women’s panties, Nik?”
I tried to explain the situation to him while pulling up my pants. He heard me and then said
“Nik, come with me to the principal’s office right now. And you two go to the vice principal’s office”
I followed Mr. White silently, since I now knew Cathy and David would be suspended, but I don’t think I could live down this humiliation for the rest of my school life, which was about 6 months. Mr. White told me to wait outside while he went inside to speak to the principal, Mrs. Rogers.
After about 5 mins he came out and instructed me to go in.
“Is it true what I heard?” Mrs. Rogers asked.
“Yes, absolutely true. They should be suspended.” I said, still wiping my tears.
“I am not talking about them. I am talking about you. Are you wearing women’s panties to school?”
I was shocked. Am I going to be punished for that?
“You do know that this is a huge violation of the students’ dress code. What were you thinking?”
I explained the entire sequence of events to her, and she shook her head.
“Take a seat outside. I need to discuss this with the other teachers, and we will call you when we have a decision.”
I took a seat outside. I saw many teachers come in, and most just smiled at me as they entered and left. I am sure the word had spread, and they all knew exactly what had happened. Suddenly I saw my mother come in.
“Mom!” I ran to her, hugged her, and started telling her the story.
“Yes, Nik. I have heard that your principal called me and asked me to come. Don’t worry, I am here now.” She consoled me as she stroked my hair, then walked into the principal’s office.
Moments later, the principal called for me. Another 5 faculty members and my mom were present there.
“Nik, we believe we should talk in front of you. You are an adult and old enough to understand the consequences of your action,” said the principal sternly.
“The punishment we have deemed for you for such a blatant violation is 2 month’s suspension, and it goes on your record.”
I completely broke down. “Please don’t suspend me. I am so sorry; you know this was a stupid mistake. Why would I do it on purpose? Please don’t do this; my GPA will suffer, and I will not be able to get into my dream college with this on my record.” I was sobbing uncontrollably.
My mom was also distressed; she started pleading with the faculty members. “Please think of his career; he has always been an asset to the school. Can you guys not reduce the punishment somehow? What about the kids who pantsed him”
“They have already been suspended for 2 weeks. Sorry, but I think this is a fair punishment. We can not be partial towards him due to his academic achievements, as it sends a wrong signal to the rest of the students.”
I could see my career slipping away because of a stupid mistake—a stupid pair of panties. “Please, this will destroy my career. Can I get some other punishment?”
“Actually, there was something else that Mrs. Smith suggested, but I don’t think you’ll be willing to take that.”
“No, I will take anything but the suspension,” I said anxiously. Surely nothing can be worse than this.
Mrs. Smith finally cleared her throat and spoke up. “I think if Nik wants to wear panties, we should let him. After all, from what I heard from his classmates, he seems to be pulling them off quite well.”
I saw her smirking at me. I was shocked. What the hell was she talking about? In the one-second pause she took, my brain ran through a hundred different scenarios. Before I could comment, I realized that she wasn’t done.
“Of course, to follow school guidelines, the panties would come with the rest of the school’s female uniform. You have to adhere to the uniform guidelines for female students for the rest of the school year.” Mrs. Smith finished with a huge grin on her face.
Both my mom and I were stunned.
My mom looked at the principal. “What type of punishment is this?”
“I know this is unconventional, but of course, you can always choose the initial punishment offered.” The principal replied sternly.
Mrs. Smith turned to my mom, “To be honest, I think this would do him a world of good. A little humility wouldn’t kill him and would definitely help him in the long run. He is really smart, but that doesn’t mean he can go around insulting people.”
After a few moments of silence that seemed like an eternity, the principal finally spoke up.
“So it is decided: take tomorrow off, as you have no tests and would probably have to do some shopping. Please either show up on Wednesday per the new uniform guidelines or plan to be absent for the next two months. Of course, the choice is up to you. Either way, remember that you’ll be on probation for the rest of the school year. Any violations can result in expulsion.”
*****
So Mom and I left with probably one of the biggest decisions to make, but we were both completely silent during the short ride back, apart from my mom saying sorry to me a couple of times. Natasha was with us, but she was silent as well.
As Mom parked, we exited the vehicle, and Alisha was already home.
Ali greeted me. “So how was your day, panty boy?”
Natasha burst out laughing. “Ali, you wouldn’t believe what happened.”
“Shut up, girls, and go to your rooms. Nobody comes out before dinner.” Mom shouted, and both of them retreated to their rooms.
Mom started preparing dinner.
“Mom, should we not talk about today?” I inquired.
“Let’s do it over dinner with everyone. They need to know, and I guess there’s no way to hide. Maybe we can come up with a good idea.”
I stayed silent. Obviously, my sisters would know.
Dinner was served, and we sat together. Mom started the conversation.
“So today was a terrible day. I think Natasha partly knows what happened to Nik, and he got into a lot of trouble.”
“So Nik is getting expelled?” Natasha asked.
“No, the principal has given us two options. A two-month suspension or.”
“Or what mom?”
“Nik has to attend the rest of the school year in a female uniform.”
“Wtf!!” exclaimed my sisters, followed by a huge laugh.
“You chose that, right?” Alisha asked me, still struggling to control her laughter.
“I still haven’t chosen. I don’t know if I want to dress like you, stupid girls.” I shot back.
“Then take the suspension and kiss your shiny GPA goodbye.”
I began to sob. “I don’t want to do that either.”
“Then, Nik, I think we have only one option. Maybe you’ll end up liking it; it’s just clothes after all, and our society is getting more and more accepting of clothing choices.” Mom tried to console me.
“Yeah, that’s the way to go, baby brother. Sorry, baby sister.” Alisha mocked.
“No teasing your brother. I have taken a vacation day tomorrow to go shopping with Nik for his uniform, and I guess since it’s a 6-month ordeal, he would need his own underwear; can’t just keep borrowing Natasha’s.” Mom smiled and gave me a gentle tap on my shoulder, trying to cheer me up.
“So does he dress up at home too? Are we going to be 3 sisters?” Natasha asked gleefully.
“Absolutely not,” I shouted, and Mom supported me.
“No one irritates your brother regarding this. He needs your support. The next 6 months at school are going to be difficult.”
Mom woke me up early in the morning. I took a quick shower and headed out with her.
I dreaded the first place we arrived; it was a fancy lingerie store. My mom sensed my anxiety, held my hand lovingly, and said, “Don’t worry, I know someone in the store; she is nice, and we won’t be here for long.”
We entered and were immediately greeted by a woman of my mom’s age.
My mom and she exchanged pleasantries, and then my mom said, “So Cynthia, we kind of have a problem. So Nik here got in trouble at school for something which wasn’t his fault. But long story short, he has to wear a female school uniform with all that comes with it. So we need some lingerie for him.”
Cynthia stared at me and smiled. “Sure thing. I am confident Nik will make a really pretty woman. Let’s get you fitted for a bra right away”
I slowly followed Cynthia to the back of the store and to the changing room. Thankfully, the store was quite empty. No other shopper on a weekday morning. I took off my shirt as Cynthia started measuring me and then walked out and came back with a handful of bras, all thickly padded. I tried them on one by one, and Cynthia set aside a few that fit perfectly. I still couldn’t believe I was being fitted for a bra and had already tried at least 15.
“As for the panties, I would need to figure out what styles would be comfortable for you. So can you lower your boxers and measure around your hips?”
I knew this wasn’t good, so I just closed my eyes and let my boxers drop. Before the boxers touched my ankles, I heard a stifled laugh, and I think I knew the reason. I kept my eyes closed as she put the tape measure around my hips.
“Great, most girls would be jealous of your full hips. You can pull your boxers up.”
I did so quickly and dressed up. Finally, we were done and walked back to my mom with a handful of bras.
“Now these would be a little uncomfortable at first, but you’ll get used to it in no time.”
Then she picked up a pair of panties and gave them to my mom.
“This is his size; you guys can pick out the styles you want. Frankly, I think all styles would fit and look good on him; he has the perfect hips for panties.”
I turned red at her comment.
Mom said, “I think we will stick to boy shorts mostly, and we can probably pick out a couple of more styles just to see what he likes. Do you have just plain white ones?”
“I am sorry, I really don’t think we have plain whites. But we do have many different colors. How about I pack 7 pairs to match with the 7 bras he got, and you can pick out the rest and meet me at the counter?” Cynthia left us to go to the counter
My mom quickly filled a bag with 10 pairs of undies, and we paid our dues at the counter and finally headed out.
The next stop was the shoe store. My mother walked up to the nearest salesperson, who was a teenager, probably the same age as me, and said, “Can we get black mary-janes in his size?” and pointed towards me.
“Mary-janes for him?” The salesperson laughed.
“Are you going to help us out, or do I need to speak to the manager?” My mother said angrily.
“Follow me.” He skipped forward, a broad grin on his face.
We picked up a couple of pairs and headed to the counter to pay. Thankfully, he didn’t say a word more. But as we were leaving as saw him talking to one of the co-workers, and they were obviously grinning while looking at me.
Lastly, we arrived at my most dreaded place. The place that held the contract to manufacture our school uniform. We walked in and saw Carla. Since all of us siblings went to the same school, we had visited here multiple times for our uniforms. But today was different.
“Carla, can we get three female school uniforms in Nik’s size?”
“In Nik’s size?” Carla looked a bit confused.
“You see, Natasha really needs them, but she couldn’t come. She and Nik are mostly the same size, so I just thought if you need any measurements, that’s why I brought him along.”
“Didn’t Natasha get 3 sets just sometime back? It’s just the start of the school year?”
Carla seemed more confused.
“Um, actually…” my mom tried to come up with something.
Carla finally smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I already know. The principal called in yesterday just to make sure we had stock for female uniforms and told me the story. Don’t worry, Nik, you’ll look very pretty in the uniform.”
I just hung my head.
She brought out 3 sets of uniforms and said to me, ” I am pretty confident these will fit you. But we do have a changing room for you to try just in case.”
Mom looked at me, and I shook my head, “Mom, no!!! I cannot wear this here.”
“Nik, just remember you have to wear this tomorrow in front of your whole school. Is there really any point in being shy now? Do you really want to go and come back to return them?”
“I see you have gotten all the rest of the items you need. Why don’t you try out your full uniform?” Carla said.
I really didn’t like the idea, so I just stood there holding the uniforms.
“Maybe you are a bit shy in front of your mom. Why don’t we go to the changing room, and I can help you out, and we can surprise her?”
She grabbed the bags from my mom’s hands with one hand and took my arm with the other and almost dragged me to the back of the room.
I went inside the changing room, and Carla stayed outside and rummaged through the lingerie bag. She handed me a pair of white panties with red polka dots.
“Why don’t you close the door and wear those, and then I can come inside and help you with the rest?”
I just turned inside and slowly stripped off my clothes. Held out the panties, and the entire day of yesterday flashed before my eyes as I slowly put them on and gingerly opened the door.
“Oh my God, they fit you so well, and your butt looks cute. Let’s get you in the matching bra.”
She held it out, and I put my arms through the hoops, and she quickly hooked it behind me. She then brought out the uniform. First came the shirts, then I slipped on the skirt, which was only down to my mid-thigh. She helped hook the bow around the collar. Then came the knee-high socks and, finally, my new Mary Janes. I looked at myself in the mirror, though I still looked like a boy in a dress; undoubtedly, the uniform sat right against my body. The padded bra gave the illusion of boobs. The skirt no doubt accentuated my already big ass.
I was a little lost in thought as Carla snapped me out of it. “You look beautiful, and your whole body is so smooth and soft. I think this is the right choice of clothes for you. Let’s give your mother the surprise.”
We went out, and as my mother saw me, she let out a gasp. “Awwww, Nik, you look so cute.”
“C, mon! Moooooommmmmm!!!!” I screamed in disgust.
“There, there, Nik. It’s ok. If you have to dress like this at school for almost a year, you might as well embrace it and look the best you can.”
I stood there for a couple of more minutes, and after what felt like an hour, went back to the changing room and back into the clothes I belong in.
We drove back to our house, where Mom suggested I wear the uniform all day to get more used to it, but I declined. Didn’t want to put on that stupid uniform for a moment more than I had to.
The rest of the day went by in a breeze apart from a few snide remarks from my sisters. They actually looked super excited, but like most days, I just ignored them and studied the entire evening.
After dinner, we retired to our rooms, but I couldn’t sleep. I was just anxious. I never thought that one day I would be going to school in a skirt. Finally, I dozed off from tiredness and was woken up by my mother knocking on the door.
*****
“Let’s get you dressed, Nik, before I prepare breakfast. I know I have to help you with the bra.”
I had already been through this yesterday. I took a pair of blue panties my mom handed me and went in to change into them. I called out for my mom, who came in and hooked up my bra.
“You know, Nik, we can’t do this every day. You should learn to wear it by yourself.”
I agreed it was better than standing in lingerie in front of Mom. She explained the basic mechanism, and I fiddled with it a couple of times and kind of got the hang of it. But that thing is uncomfortable as it can be. I had no idea how I would deal with wearing it all day.
I slowly got dressed and even tied the bow myself. I took a couple of deep breaths and finally stepped out of my room, where my sisters were waiting anxiously.
They saw me and immediately burst out laughing. They took out their phones and said: “Smile for the camera, Nik.”
“Alisha, Natasha, how many times did I tell you not to do this? He is your brother and needs your support the most now. Eat your breakfast, and I am dropping you both off at school today. So hurry up.” Mom was visibly angry, which made the girls stop.
“Mom, just one pic for the memories,” said Natasha.
“This better not end up on any social media site,” Mom said sternly.
We ate in silence, and finally, it was time. I gingerly stepped out and almost ran to the car. My legs were shaking. I was outside dressed as a girl. As my mom drove, I tried to dig into the seat as much as possible lest anybody see me. It was a short ride of about 3 mins to the school, and when we reached there, I froze.
“Come on, Nik, we have to go. I will drop you off at the principal’s office, then I have to head to work.”
I took my first step out of the car, and it felt like I needed all the strength I could gather. The moment we stepped into the school, we heard a roll of laughter, which I tried not to pay attention to. I walked quickly with my mom and sister and reached the principal’s office.
“Ohh, Nik, you look adorable. I think you made the right choice of punishment.” The principal remarked.
“Who knows how much Nik will get bullied? What will you do about it?” My mom enquired.
“We have notified all the teachers, and the students received a memo not to say anything bad to Nik or risk suspension. I will personally drop him off at class today and reiterate it to his class. Don’t worry, he will be fine.”
My mom was reassured enough as she thanked the principal and left, and the principal took me in tow to class and did as promised. Obviously, it didn’t stop the huge smiles. Classes started, and I just tried to focus, which was quite difficult given my current mindset.
Lunch rolled around and with it a barrage of questions and comments. Some were just simple questions like how the bra feels, to rude comments like people calling me a sissy.
Someone even said, “Hey sissy, are you going to show off your panties like last time?”
My answer to all of this was just silence. Classes after lunch went as usual. The teachers all knew my predicament and thankfully didn’t make a single comment. Of course, all of them did give a momentary stare and struggled to stifle a chuckle at the beginning of class. Finally, the longest day of my life came to an end. That’s when I realized the worst part of the day was about to come. I would have to make a 10 min walk back home, and I would be out in the world where there were no teachers to stop the bullying.
I waited for the entire class to clear out and then waited some more. Finally, about 20 minutes after school ended, I headed to the gate and saw Natasha waiting for me. We weren’t allowed to have phones at school so that we couldn’t call an Uber. After standing there motionless for a few minutes again, I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves and stepped outside.
“Walk quick, Natasha.” I tried to walk quickly without losing my sister. Just then I heard a shriek.
“Mom, mom, look, that boy is wearing a skirt.” Accompanied by laughter.
I turned around and saw a young girl with her mother, both looking and laughing as they slowly walked away. I stood there frozen. From there, I just ran as fast as I could. I saw people stare at me as I passed and finally arrived at the house, gasping for breath.
I just went straight to my room and almost cried. I fell asleep from the day’s tiredness and stress.
I must have slept for an hour, as my mother woke me up.
“Sweety, you didn’t even change, like it so much already?” Mom said jokingly.
I started to sob and explained what happened on the way back.
“Mom, you have to drop me off and pick me up from school.”
“Sorry, sweetie. I work and can’t do that. I can probably drop you off, but I can’t pick you up. I will go to the principal tomorrow and see if something can be arranged for the way back.”
I felt slightly reassured; maybe I would get a ride back from one of the teachers.
The next morning we repeated yesterday’s routine. My mother walked straight into the principal’s office.
“My son is getting bullied on the street while walking back to school. I can’t pick him up as I have to work. What are you going to do about it?” My mom said in a demanding tone.
The principal looked like she didn’t really have an answer. And in that split second, I was excited because I felt this could be my chance to escape this hell. Maybe they just wanted to teach me a lesson and would think I had had enough. Amid the silence, we heard a faint knock as Mrs. Smith entered. She actually hadn’t seen me dressed yet.
“Ohh my, Nik, you look adorable. I knew you’d make a very pretty girl. Also, sorry to interrupt, but I overheard that Nik is getting bullied on the walk back. I think I may have a solution.”
Both the principal and my mom looked at her expectantly while she wore a huge grin.
“The skirt and blouse fit Nik very well, so obviously that is not the problem. He has flowy hair, not very long but good enough, so even that is not a giveaway. It’s his face that gives it away. And we all know the simple solution for that is some cute makeup.”
My heart started to pound again. Would I be wearing makeup?
My mother nodded in agreement. “yes I think that could work.”
“No mom, I don’t want to wear makeup. It’s for girls.”
“I am sorry, Nik. I think it’s a good enough solution. Actually, I think you’ll look very cute. And just think about it: would you rather be a pretty boy in a skirt or a pretty girl in a skirt?”
I really didn’t have an answer.
She then turned and said, “Mrs. Smith, sorry I don’t have any makeup on me today, and I really have to rush….”
“Ohh, don’t worry, I will take care of it; I would love to do it. Nik comes to the teacher’s lounge after classes are done, and I will make you your prettiest self.”
Mom rushed out as I slowly dragged myself to class. I managed to put myself in a worse position. The class had already started and was a good 5 minutes late.
As I entered the class, the teacher, Mr. Booth, shot me a look. “I understand it takes more time for you to get ready nowadays, but that’s no reason to be late to class.”
The entire class laughed as I walked to my desk and sat down. The previous day’s routine was repeated. I tried to focus as hard as possible to shut out the noise from others. Of course, there were random comments and laughs. I felt they would soon die down; they should get bored at some point, or I would get used to their comments. One thing I don’t think I will get used to is the bra. I feel like it is killing me, trying to stop me from breathing.
The class after lunch was Mrs. Smith’s chemistry. She came in and saw me at my desk and immediately remarked, “Nik, are you sure you want to sit with your legs spread like that? When you are wearing a skirt, you should learn to sit properly. Don’t want boys getting a view of your panties, do you?”
The whole class laughed in unison as someone from the back said: “No, he would rather show his panties in the hallway.”
Even Mrs. Smith chuckled, and I turned red as memories of the dreaded day flashed before my eyes.
Classes ended for the day, and everyone left. But for me, the day wasn’t over. I would be wearing makeup for the first time, and even before I had it on, I knew I would hate it.
I went into the teacher’s lounge where Mrs. Smith was waiting. I sat down on the chair she offered me. She put out her makeup bag in front of me, and the first thing to emerge was a pair of tweezers.
She saw my fear-stricken eyes and said, smiling. Don’t worry, dear, just removing a few stray hairs.”
She first removed a few hairs from my face, which were a pathetic excuse for a beard, then she moved on to my eyebrows and started plucking. I screamed in pain, but she just kept working on them. After an agonizing couple of minutes, it was done, and I had no idea what damage had been done. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a mirror to look at it, so I could just hope it wasn’t too bad.
Then came one powder after another, each carefully applied to my face. Next were my eyes, as stuff was applied both on my eyelashes and my eyelids.
Till now, she was working in silence, and finally, she said, “I thought you’d be asking questions. I am doing this for today. Please resolve this and learn to do it on your own. Thankfully, you have your mom and 2 sisters who can help.”
Finally, she took out a tube of crimson-red lipstick, applied it to my lips, and triumphantly announced that she was done.
“Let me walk you to your house today. It isn’t far, and I can use the walk.”
So we stepped out into the big bad world. Yesterday’s experience was so bad that my legs were literally shaking in fear. Mrs. Smith saw that and held my hand.
“Don’t worry, Nik. No one’s going to know. Just try to take smaller steps and sway your hips a bit.”
I followed her instructions, and to my surprise, the people we were crossing on the street didn’t seem to give me a second look.
Compared to yesterday, when people actually stooped and stared from the other side of the road. Finally, we were almost at our destination when I saw a group of college-aged girls approaching us. I tensed immediately and probably held onto Mrs. Smith’s hand a bit tighter. Again, the girls paid me no heed and were just talking amongst themselves.
As soon as we crossed the girls, but still in earshot distance, Mrs. Smith spoke up, “See, Nik, nobody can tell you are a boy in a skirt. Your features are so pretty and feminine.”
I was mortified and turned red. The girls obviously heard this and stopped and looked back. I could hear a huge roar of laughter as I just kept walking, not having the courage to look back at them.
As we reached home, I saw my mom pull into the driveway. She parked, stepped out, and saw Mrs. Smith and me.
“Oh my god, she looks so pretty!!!” My mom yelled.
“Mom, what the f..” I was pissed at her for referring to me as she.
“I am so sorry, Nik, but you look so good. Even I wouldn’t have recognized you on the road. Thank you, Mrs. Smith.”
Mrs. Smith left after that, and we entered our house, where Nat and Ali greeted us. They were also overjoyed with the sight.
“Nik, since you are all made up, come try a few of my pretty dresses,” Nat said.
“Get lost, you idiot.” I stormed off to my room.
I saw myself in the mirror, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was like a pretty girl was staring back at me. But the moment I realized that she had arched my eyebrows, I was on the verge of tears. This would take months to grow back to normal.
Mom came in behind me and helped me get the stupid makeup off. I undressed for the day and went back to my boy self.
The End.
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