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Subject: {ASSM} New TG from Waldo - Schooldays - Part 2 of 3
Date: Fri,  1 Dec 2000 05:10:05 -0500
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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.

(to be continued)

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