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Subject: {ASSM} New TG from Waldo - Schooldays - Part 3 of 3
Date: Fri,  1 Dec 2000 05:10:06 -0500
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Schooldays (cont)
by Waldo


We carried my purchases to the car and I thought that we were 
going to go straight home so I could do another fashion show for 
her but within the privacy of our home.  Instead she put most of 
my new clothes into the trunk but selected a different outfit 
consisting of a very uptown skirt and a blouse that I had seen one 
of my favorite MTV personalities wearing just that week. Putting 
that into a bag along with a bra, panties, pantyhose, and a pair of 
shoes, she said "We got two more stops before we go home."

Now Mom's spent about six hundred and fifty dollars in the last 
three hours buying me a whole new clothing ensemble.  I couldn't 
let her spend all that money on me on "playtime" clothes so I tried 
to talk to her.  "Look Mom, I appreciate your interest in trying to 
help me get this part in the school play but don't you think that 
enough is enough."

Putting her hand around my waist to guide me back into the mall 
as we talked, she shocked me with her answer. "Tonya, for a long 
time I've known that you've had a gender confusion problem.  I've 
seen some of my bra straps mysteriously adjusted to fit a body 
your size.  I've smelled traces of your cologne in my dirty panties. 
I've hung some of my clothes just so on a hanger in the closet only 
to come home later and see that the hanger is turned differently 
and that a button left unbuttoned on purpose is now buttoned.  I 
know that you very frequently dress in my clothes.  About two 
years ago, I started going through lipstick almost twice as fast as I 
had been using it.  So I hid a video camera in my bedroom one day 
and later watched the film.  I saw a very lonely boy become a very 
happy girl as she pranced around my bedroom in my clothes.  
When I discovered that you played hooky from school today, I 
decided it was time to see how much of a girl you really were. So I 
did everything this morning to see how strong your feminine 
personality was.  At lunchtime, I came to the pleasant conclusion 
that you need to have some time to see what it's like to be a girl.  
So that's why I bought the new clothes for you.  I'm going to give 
you the opportunity to be my daughter for a while to see if that's 
what you really want to be.  If so, then I'll arrange for the 
necessary medical procedures to permanently turn you into an 
anatomically correct Tonya.  If not, then I'll welcome Roy back into 
my house."                

I listened to her as she revealed that she knew that I was lying 
about the show.  That she knew everything about me.  That she 
was willing to support me and to allow me to live the life that was 
denied me because I had been born a boy instead of a girl.

I didn't know what to say but when she stopped, held my arms 
tightly with both of her hands and asked me the question "Do you 
want to spend the next six months living totally and completely as 
Tonya?  I can take care of the school problem." I knew that I only 
had one answer "YES!"

The happiest new girl in town walked proudly back through those 
mall doors with her mother's arms around her.  I didn't care if I 
ran into all of my old friends at that moment and everyone of them 
recognized me.  I was going to become Tonya.

My mother guided me into a doctor's office in the mall.  I looked 
kinda puzzled at her and she answered my unanswered question.  
"When I first discovered your gender confusion, I discussed your 
situation with a doctor that I had been dating. He offered to help 
us and when I called him this morning to say that this looked like 
the day, he set an appointment for us at two o'clock.  As a personal 
favor to me, he's going to do something to make it easier for you to 
pass as a girl."

Five very nervous minutes later, Doctor Golden asked me to 
undress from the waist up.  After ten seconds of squeezing my bare 
chest to see how flexible my skin was, Doctor Golden gave us the 
news. "Looks good to me. Well Tonya, let me tell you what your 
mother and I have been discussing.  She wants to give you the 
opportunity to live as a teenage girl for several months. I told her 
that if you were passable... by the way, I thought that you were a 
real girl with very mature fashion preferences when you walked in 
here. So I told her that if you were passable, that I would help you 
with a revolutionary new medical procedure.  Have you ever heard 
of 'liquid mold gel imprinting'?  No?  Well, it's a means of 
temporary achieving breast-like appendages that have the shape of 
natural breasts.  It's not permanent and the effects will gradually 
fade in four to six months and can completely disappear in a year 
if not renewed by future treatment.  Your mother will allow you to 
have this procedure if it's something that you want.  In two hours 
you can walk out of my office with two puffy mounds on your chest 
that any teenage girl would be proud to have.  The nipples won't 
change and we won't take you to any bra size larger than an A cup 
with this procedure.  Do you want me to modify your chest for 
you?"

"YESSSSSSSSSS!"

Two minutes later, I was lying on his examination table and he was 
placing two molds on my chest.  The molds looked like weird 
shaped cookie cutters. As soon as the molds were securely 
fastened to my chest, he began tugging on my skin, pulling the 
skin tight outside the molds and leaving the skin loose within the 
mold.  When he had enough loose skin within the breast molds to 
start working on my new breasts, he inserted a large needle into 
the loose skin and positioned the needle tip so that the tip barely 
penetrated to the layer of skin that he wanted. Pressing on the 
needle's plunger, he slowly injected a clear liquid into my skin.  I'm 
not sure of all the scientific terminology but basically the liquid 
would collect between those layers of skins and push the layers 
apart.  Then the liquid would start turning into a jelly-like 
substance and gradually turn into a gelatinous-like substance that 
created a breast-like protrusion. The cookie-cutter molds kept the 
liquid from spreading into a flat cookie shape all over my chest and 
created the shaping of the forming gelatin under my skin.  Over 
time, my body would absorb the gelatin and the breasts would 
gradually flatten.  I didn't care so long as it gave me some boobs.  
So what if my chest would be tender for a week to ten days as my 
skin adjusted to the injected liquid. 

It hurt but I didn't care. After six needles of liquid were injected 
into each molded area, I had some little puffy tear-shaped breasts.  
The procured only took five minutes per breast but I had to lie 
perfectly still on his table for two hours to give the liquid time to 
harden into the gelatin in the shape of the molds.  Then the molds 
could be removed.

So I lay on the table staring up at the clock wishing time would 
pass. I knew that I would never forget that as of 4:00 pm on March 
7th, I would have boobs. March 7th was my lucky day. I would 
physically be a girl from the waist up, thanks to my very 
understanding mom.

When the mold came off, he was right.  My new boobs were very 
tender but the pumped-up mounds under my nipples looked just 
like small boobs. After thanking the doctor, Mom helped me put on 
one of my new bras to further support the new breasts.  After 
dressing in my new clothes, we put my mother's borrowed clothes 
back into the shopping bag.  After all, I had my new younger 
generation clothes and some new cleavage to show off. I walked out 
of the doctor's office looking like Brittney Spears.  Well, a wig-
wearing Brittney Spears.

Mom took me next to a beauty shop and told the beautician to give 
me the "complete works". Two hours later, my straight dark hair 
was turned into a mass of blondish curls. It wasn't a total bleached 
bimbo blonde color but was more of a realistic dark blonde and 
light blonde mixture. Because my hair length was short from the 
life-long boy's preppy haircut, there wasn't much length to work 
with so the beautician cut the top even shorter to create a very 
short punkish hairstyle. And while she was working on my hair, 
the manicurist glued and shaped some very feminine looking 
fingernails on my fingers and put matching colors onto my toenails 
also.

I walked out of the Beauty Shop and didn't recognize myself.  I was 
physically transformed into a very pretty teenage girl.  I was in 
seventh heaven.

On the way home, Mom handed me a folder.  Opening it, I 
discovered school records with Tonya Duff's name on the records. 
As I looked at the records, she explained how thoroughly she had 
planned for my new life. "Fake records but it contains the same 
courses that you've already had, as well as the appropriate grades. 
Instead of going back to your old school and risking potential 
identification by some of your classmates that know Roy, I've 
decided that you're going to go to another nearby school.  When 
you go to the new school in the morning, you'll have all the 
identification that you need to start your new life as Tonya.  You'll 
make new friends who will only know you as Tonya. Look at the 
back page of your folder.  It's a notice where your new school is 
having tryouts for next year's cheerleader squad.  How would you 
like to be a cheerleader, Tonya?"

Images of me in a cute little cheerleading costume floated through 
my head.  For the rest of the drive home, Mom and I talked about 
how great my new life was going to be.

When we got home, she didn't pull into the garage as usual.  I 
started to activate the garage door opener for her but she said 
"Never mind.  I have some junk stored in the garage until I can it 
hauled away.  I'll park out here for the night."

She helped me carry my new clothes into the house.  When I 
opened my bedroom door, I almost had a heart attack.  My room 
has always been the typical boy's room with football posters tacked 
to every wall, clothes strewn all over the place, corners stacked 
with hockey sticks and football gear and a wooden non-descriptive 
bed.

I wasn't seeing that.

As I stared at the pink-canopied bed with matching nightstand and 
dresser, I was seeing a totally feminine teenage girls bedroom. 
"While you were busy with me at the mall, Tonya, I had a crew 
come in and move all your old stuff out into the garage.  Then they 
painted the room and moved in your new furniture that I bought 
for you today at the mall.  How do you like your new room?"

I hugged my mother so hard that for a moment I thought I was 
going to squeeze my new boobs flatter than a pancake. Squealing 
like a girl just asked on her first date, I hurried around my room 
examining my new furniture.  It was so grand and so pretty that I 
felt like crying.

A few minutes later, Mom helped me hang up my new clothes in 
my now empty closet and to put my new lingerie away.

As I happily rested on my new bed and thought of all the wonderful 
surprises that had occurred to me today, my mother added 
another one to the list.   "Tonya, every girl needs to have her own 
makeup.  I've had this makeup kit hidden in my closet for just this 
moment.  You'll need to get up about an hour earlier in the 
morning so that I can help you with your makeup and hair for the 
first couple of days, then you'll be on your own to get yourself 
ready for school."

The rest of that evening was a blur.  I helped Mom fix dinner and 
surprised her by offering to clean up the kitchen by myself.  After 
all, every girl is supposed to help her mother with those types of 
chores.  Then I worked on giving my new bedroom a live-in look.  
Oh, I didn't put the posters back on the wall or throw clothes 
everywhere.  I borrowed some of Mom's women's magazines and 
put them in a bookrack and on the dresser as if I had been actively 
reading them.  I took all of the new makeup out of the kit and 
spread it on my vanity. I went into my bathroom and threw away 
all my old right guard deodorants and colognes and put my new 
female hygiene products on the counters.  I even opened the box of 
tampax that Mom had suckered me into buying at the store earlier, 
threw away a couple of the pads as if they had been used, and left 
the box out as if it was something that I frequently needed to get to 
quickly.  In other words, I made my new bedroom look like a girl 
really lived in it.

When it was bedtime, Mom held me to my normal turn-in time. 
After carefully removing my bra, I examined my new boobs. 
Although the flesh was still very tender, the small mounds looked 
just the way that a teenage girl's breasts were supposed to look - 
small, firm, and puffy.  

While I wanted to sleep totally naked so that I could explore my 
body during the night, my mom had other ideas. "Doctor Golden 
said you need to wear this training bra while you sleep for the next 
week. Its firm cups will protect, support and shape your new 
boobies. Put that on, then let's see what you look like in your new 
nightgown"

So I did a little fashion show for her.  Although it was obvious that 
I had some slightly bulging male anatomy in my panties, I didn't 
care that 'that part' of my anatomy was also being displayed as I 
sashayed around the room, showing off my new nightgown as if I 
was a fashion model.

I giggled when Mom's comment reveled that my remaining 
maleness was just a little too obvious. "Looks like we'll have to be 
very choosy when we go to buy you a new bikini for the beach and 
make sure that we get something that hides your peepee."

Easing into my bed, I watched as she placed several of the 
photographs that she had taken of me on my new dresser. I giggled 
like a silly girl when she said "I'll see if I can find a pink photo 
album for you tomorrow."

Turning out my bedroom light we sat in the dark as my mother 
talked to me the way that she talked to me when I was little. 
"Tonya, tomorrow is going to be a big day for you. A new school. A 
new life.  New friends. You get out of life what you put into it.  
You've got the opportunity to see what your life would be like if you 
had been born female instead of male.  After several months, I'll 
ask you which life you prefer.  Tonya or Roy?  If you need more 
time as Tonya or Roy, you've got it. But you should use your time 
wisely and determine how the rest of your life is going to be spent.  
It won't be an easy decision, but it's one that you've got the 
opportunity to decide at a time in your puberty experience where 
surgery can make a difference.  Sleep tight and I'll see you in the 
morning, my beautiful daughter."

Curled up in my new bed with the soft scents of my new perfumes 
and fragrances filling my nose, I knew what decision I would be 
making.  I didn't have to wait months.  I knew now. But because 
my mother had spent so much money and did so much for me to 
make this happen, I knew that I would do as she asked.  After all, I 
planned to be a dutiful daughter instead of a rebellious son.

Lying on my back because the training bra's metal shaped cups 
made it impossible to sleep on my stomach, I drifted off into the 
best sleep that I've ever had. As I drifted off into sleep, I vaguely 
remember saying over and over "Hi, my name is Tonya.  I'm Tonya. 
I'm the new girl in school." As I thought about how wonderful the 
next day was going to be in my new school, I was the happiest girl 
in town.

******

RRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG!

Slapping the alarm clock hard with my hand, I sleepily stared at 
the clock. It said "7:00".

Mentally screaming at myself, I threw the bedcovers off as I jumped 
to my feet.  I was still in that half confused first stages of 
awakening and all I could think about was that I overslept.  Seven 
a.m. is my normal time to get up and I had to get up an hour 
earlier this morning so that Mom could help me brush my hair and 
put on my makeup before I rushed off to my new life at my new 
school.

Halfway across the floor, my feet stumbled across a hockey stick 
lying on the floor. Looking down at it, I sleepily stared at it as I 
tried to figure out how it had got there.  Then I saw the dirty 
football clothes and other discarded clothes on the floor.  All that 
stuff was supposed to be out in a box in the garage on the way to 
Goodwill.

Then I saw the posters on the walls and suddenly realized that this 
was my old room decorated the way that it always looked. Spinning 
in a half circle, I saw my old boy's bedroom, not the new bedroom 
that Mom had installed for me yesterday.  There was no makeup 
table with photographs of me in my new clothes and new hairstyle.

As the realization hit me that something was wrong, I stared down 
at my chest.  There was certainly something wrong there.  Instead 
of being dressed in a sexy teddy and wearing a training bra, I had 
on a dirty ripped t-shirt.  Grabbing the t-shirt hard with my hands, 
I tugged on it as hard as I could, ripping big gapping holes in it.  
Holes big enough so that I could see that my puffy little boobs were 
gone.

Stumbling like a madman into my bathroom, I stared at my normal 
boy's face with a couple of active acne areas and the normal 
straight dark hair.  When I drifted off to sleep last night, I was still 
wearing mascara, eyeliner, lipstick, and my new earrings barely 
visible under the lush mass of golden blonde ringlets covering my 
head.

Pushing my way out of the bathroom, I stumbled like a drunken 
man as I made my way to the kitchen where I could hear Mom 
packing her lunch. Standing in the doorway, my voice sounded so 
sad that I was afraid that I was about to cry.  "Mom, what 
happened?  It's gone.  All of it."

"What's gone, Roy?" She asked without turning around.

Hearing the name "Roy" instead of "Tonya" from my mom's lips, I 
knew the truth now.  It had just been a dream. Leaning against the 
doorjamb because I was too weak to stand, I asked another 
question. "What's today's date, Mom?"

Picking up the newspaper, she announced "March 7th. A school 
day for you and a workday for me.  Better get your butt in gear 
Roy, or you'll miss the bus again.  You've been late a couple of 
times already this quarter and you have no reason for being late 
today."

Turning like a man being forced to march to his own execution, I 
reluctantly walked back toward my bedroom as I cupped my chest 
searching for non-existent boobies.  "It was only a dream.  It was 
only a dream. My transformation never happened."

Stopping suddenly, a smile formed on my face.  "Wait a minute.  
Today is March 7th and I'm on my way to the bus."

Laughing out loud, I said "What have I got to lose?  Damn right 
that I'm going to miss that bus today and then sneak back home 
after my mother has gone to school. I plan to see what fortune 
brings my way today."  

The End

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