Message-ID: <27657asstr$975665405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <MelLin6695@aol.com> From: MelLin6695@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <ba.e228027.27586736@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} New TG from Waldo - Schooldays - Part 2 of 3 Date: Fri, 1 Dec 2000 05:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/27657> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, english Schooldays cont. By Waldo My prayers were answered as she moved on to the next subject. "Now, let's work on your facial expressions. Girls have very animated expressions. They pay attention to whoever is speaking by maintaining eye contact and using their eyebrows and lips to encourage the speaker to open up more. And girls are very expressive with their facial features when they talk. Tonya, tell me what you did in school yesterday but pretend that you were also a girl yesterday. I'm your mother and want to know about my daughter's day in school yesterday." I made something up. I told her about cooking class and having to learn to bake bread. She made me go through the same story four different times and each time, she corrected me. She was right about how girls talk differently. The first time was just a simple description of sticking some dough into an oven where I arched my eyebrows a couple of times. The second time of repeating my make- believe school day, I followed her corrections and gave a more in- depth description of the recipe ingredients and threw in a lot of body language and facial expressions. "Too much overkill" was her comment and we tried again. This time, she talked back to me as if we were two friends discussing the homework and I talked "my friend through baking some bread in class". By the fourth time that we practiced all the things that she was showing me, I feel more relaxed speaking girl talk and adding facial gestures and slight hand movements to emphasize my words. Mom laughed that I was getting it. The next hour was just a continuation of my lessons in how to pretend to be a girl. Mom would show me how to do something and I would do it over and over until she was satisfied. Then she would have me repeat the other lessons and tie them all together into one smooth routine. By that time, I was able to walk into the room as if I was a real teenage girl just coming home from school, greeting my mother as if I hadn't seen her all day, and then describing my day with appropriate facial expressions and body language while I brushed my thick mane of hair and freshened my lipstick. Then because she was satisfied with the content and delivery, she began working on my voice. "Softer." "Say the sentence again but giggle at the end." "Slightly higher tone and inflection in your words." "Not laughing enough, Tonya, make your discussion friendly and fun." "Put some personality into your words and expressions." "Be a little silly sometimes. It's permitted for girls to be silly." "Giggle more." By the end of my lessons in basic posture and speaking, I was very pleased with myself. I actually felt like a real girl. That's when Mom scared me with something that I didn't expect. "Stand against the wall again, dear. That's it. Now smile while I take some Polaroid photographs of you, Tonya." "Uh, mom. I don't think so. You've showed me what it's like to be a girl and now that I understand what it's like to be a girl, I don't want to try out for that play. Let's not take any photographs." "Nonsense, Tonya. Photographs will help us remember this day. Years from now, we'll look at these old photographs and laugh about what great fun we had today. Now stand over there and smile. Look pretty, dear." I couldn't talk her out of it. She made several photographs of me and kept taking them as she made me walk around the room and repeat some of the things that she had just taught me. Then we examined the many photographs. I really liked the realistic way that I looked in them but I couldn't tell her that. Putting the camera away, she scared me with her next request. "I see that it's almost eleven o'clock. Go check the mail." ME GO OUTSIDE DRESSED LIKE THIS!!!!!!! No fucking way! Two minutes later, my knees were shaking as I stepped out onto the front porch. I lost another argument with my mother. She had argued that it was impossible to recognize me, especially the way that I was dressed and my face changed by the makeup and wig. If any of the neighbors saw me, they would just think that I was a cute cousin. My eyes darted right and left as I stood in the doorway and I didn't see anyone. Remembering my mother's coaching to act positive and to keep my head high, I tried to put just the right amount of swing into my walk and to move my arms the way that Mom taught me. Normally I get the mail by running down the sidewalk as I pretend that I'm dribbling a basketball and I'm back within the house in ten seconds. The tight fitting skirt, high heels and mother's instructions to take many small steps resulted in a one- minute walk. Thankfully there was some junk mail in the mailbox so that I didn't have to walk back empty handed. Having something to hold in my hands made it easier to keep from breaking into a mad run as I came back to the safety of the house. As soon as I stepped inside, Mom grabbed me and hugged me as she congratulated me. "Perfect. You were simply perfect. How did it feel, Tonya?" My heart was still beating a mile a minute and I tried to keep most of the excitement out of my voice as I responded in my new soft voice "Great. I just did as you told me." Handing me one of her spare shoulder-strap purses, she picked up her purse as she scared me with her new plan. "You did so great. Now, it's time to go just a little further. You and I are going to walk to the corner store and I'm going to buy me a pack of cigarettes. If anyone looks at you, just smile. If they say something, answer them but remember your lessons on talking like a girl." "Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutttttttttttttttttttttttttt Mom?????" Three minutes later Mom and I were standing on the corner waiting for the light to change. I had made it the whole block so far walking beside Mom as if we were nothing more than a mother and daughter out for a relaxing walk. Then a car stopped in front of us and the driver waved. My mom responded "Hi, Mrs. Jenkins." Aghhh. The nosiest busybody on the block was looking at me dressed like this. I wanted to pee in my panties. Then Mom scared me even more. "Mrs. Jenkins, have you met Roy's cousin? Tonya's from out of town and will be staying with us every once in awhile for the next several months. Tonya, this is Mrs. Jenkins." I put a fake smile on my face and tried to keep from grimacing as the old battleaxe greeted me with her throaty old woman's warble. "No, I haven't met your pretty niece yet. I could see by the strong resemblance that she's definitely related to you. Welcome to our neighborhood, Tonya. Oh, gotta go. The light's changing. Nice to meet you, dear." My heart was pounding so hard within my temples that I thought it had somehow moved to my head. As the nosy busybody neighbor drove away, my mother whispered. "If you can fool her, you can fool anyone. I put some money in your purse. After I buy my cigarettes, I want you to buy some candy from the clerk. Remember to look him in the eye and to smile. He's going to flirt with you but he does that with all girls." I reluctantly followed Mom into the store. I could feel the clerk's eyes on me as soon as I walked through the door. Following Mom's directions, I went to the candy selection and pretended to be making a selection. I didn't care what I bought. I just wanted to get out of there. Mom told me to wait for my turn to go to the counter until after she paid for her cigarettes and was standing where she could watch me. So I waited and tightly clinched my thighs together as added insurance to keep from peeing in my panties because of my fright. As soon as Mom was finished buying her cigarettes, I rushed to the line with a pack of chewing gum. But a couple of construction workers beat me to the counter with a six pack of beer and some sandwiches. While the guy in the front of the line was taking more time buying lottery tickets, his buddy turned around and "checked me out." Yeah, he checked me out. As if a pretty teenaged girl would be interested in a man twenty years older than me, with a pot belly, a ripped t-shirt, a two-day-old beard and a toothpick dangling from his lips. I ignored his hard stares at me and pretended to be interested in reading the headlines on some of those magazines. I barely heard my Mom's voice when she unexpectedly asked me to do something for her. "Here, Tonya. Purchase this for me." Trying to keep from making eye contact with the man who was staring at me so hard, I locked eyes with my mother and silently begged permission to immediately leave the store. One glance at her unwavering eyes and I knew that I had to continue playing the part of being Tonya in public or bear her wrath. Looking at the box that she shoved into my hands, I felt my heart stop when I saw the words "Junior Absorbent Tampax." God, she did this to me on purpose. Dressed me up like a girl, put me in front of a horny construction worker and made me hold a box of Tampax. Is it possible to will yourself to die? I tried to die as I held that small box tightly in my hands wishing that the construction worker would suddenly go blind in payment for his unblinking stares at me. A second later when I was still alive, I knew that I had to do exactly as my mother had trained me to act or I would somehow be revealed as a boy. Holding my head high, I looked the construction worker in the eye as I stood with my shoulders pulled back proudly as if I had real tits. He surprised me by nodding "good day" and then turned around to do his purchase. With his back turned to me, I looked at my mother who gave me a wink. It was actually working. My masquerade was working. Chapter 2 - The Mall Two minutes later, I was proudly walking down the street back to our house and laughing with Mom. "Did you see the look on the clerk's face while he fumbled with the purchase and was staring at my 'breasts'? I think that if you hadn't been there, he would have made a play for me." I felt so alive. I had been accepted by men as being the real thing. Sure, it was just a momentary meeting but two of them were construction men who aren't supposed to be easy to fool when it comes to looking at women. And the clerk had actually made small talk to me as he took his time ringing up my purchase. I was on cloud nine. I was carrying a bag with tampax and the knowledge that the clerk accepted me as being so real that I needed the sanitary napkins, made me feel so alive and vibrant that I was afraid that I was going to burst with pride. I was so happy when we got back to the house that I didn't even question it when Mom guided me into the car instead of going inside the house. Before I realized what was happening, I was in the passenger seat and we were going down the road. "It's lunch time, dear. We'll go to a fast food place and eat in the car." My mother lied to me. We went to a restaurant at the mall. Sure it had a side entrance so it was only a couple of feet into the restaurant. But it was packed with people. I pleaded with her to go to a drive-thru restaurant. "No Tonya, this will help you build your confidence in your ability to be one of us." "But what if any of my friends from school see me, Mom?" "Your friends from school are supposed to be in school. Therefore the likelihood that you'll run into anyone that knows Roy is very slim. Besides, you certainly don't look like Roy at this minute so even if we did run into anyone, they wouldn't recognize the pretty girl with me as being the gangly boy from school." "But what if we run into someone that recognizes you and then looks twice at me. Mom, please let's go to a drive-thru." Putting her arm around my waist, Mom's strong right arm guided me as she gave me a definitive answer. "I expect people to look twice at you. After all, you look like pretty teenage girl and I would be proud to be seen with you standing beside me. Now, I don't want to hear any more. We're going inside and you're going to order your lunch yourself. Just remember the things that I've taught you today and you'll be all right." She was right. No one paid any attention to me except a casual glance or two. And the waiter was busy looking at his order pad so he didn't pay any attention to how much my hands were shaking as I held the menu in front of me. As soon as the food was placed in front of me, I felt more relaxed. After all, several minutes of sitting quietly with no one paying any attention to me was enough to restore my confidence. Sitting in a booth eating a salad with Mom, I felt more and more like a real daughter as we talked about the things that mothers discuss with daughters. I laughed as my mother discussed the problems that she was having with her sex life. I've never even discussed sex with my mother before and here we were in a restaurant as she calmly described how her latest boyfriend was trying to get into her panties. She was talking to me in a relaxed tone of voice as if I was a close female friend instead of being her adolescent son. I laughed so hard at our relaxed mother/daughter talk that I was afraid that I was going to cry some tears of joy and ruin my mascara. Surrounded by a whole room full of people who were accepting me as being a real girl by ignoring me, I felt much more confident in my impersonation. So it didn't take much to convince me when Mom suggested that we take a leisurely walk through the mall. We went into one of those big 'everything' type stores and Mom took me back to the furniture area. She told me to stand in front of a television set and see how many men looked at me as she did some business with a salesman. I did as she requested and counted nine men that checked me out while Mom bought something from a salesman. I don't know what she bought. I just saw her give him one of her credit cards and fill out a form. Then we went for a stroll through the mall. I thought that we were just going to walk up and down the common area to give me the time to get more used to my high heels and being in public but she took me into a lingerie store. Pushing me toward a rack of delicate bras, she was very explicit with her instructions. "Every girl needs to have a good supply of underwear. I suggest a couple of white bras in the 32-A size and a black one." Stunned by her suggestion, I almost slipped for the first time in my high heels. My voice was my normal boy's voice instead of my just acquired teenage girl's voice. "Mom, this was just a one day trial. Remember? I don't think that we need to spend any money on clothes that I won't be wearing." "But dear, I want you to wear them. I've so enjoyed having a beautiful daughter that I could easily talk to and to be around today, that I want you to spend some more time being Tonya. I would to see you dress pretty for me and to be Tonya every weekend. So let me buy this for you." I tried to say No. I tried to convince Mom that maybe we were taking this a little too far. But when she helped me select a couple of bras, some panties, a half slip and a bright red flimsy negligee, I let her purchase them. I secretly wanted them as much as she wanted to buy them for me but I had to show a little reluctance to maintain my secret that I really liked looking like a girl. We went from there to a ladies apparel store where she used the same argument to convince me to try on a couple of dresses. Oh yeah, she used one argument on me that really convinced me to let her buy me all these new dresses. She said that her clothes were made for a more matronly woman, someone in her mid-thirties and the new clothes were made for a young teenage girl. Mom was right. In her pink chiffon dress, pearls, wig and everything, I did look like a teenage girl who was trying to be an exact carbon copy of her mother. A few minutes later, I was back in a dressing room happily trying on outfits made for someone with a youthful female body such as Brittany Spears or Mandy Moore. Five hundred and seventeen dollars later, I walked out with bags loaded with new pants, new blouses, dresses, skirts, pantyhose and new shoes. In less than two hours time, I selected a new totally feminine wardrobe and Mom happily paid for it. 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