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TV FICTION CLASSICS "SANDY THOMAS

I can't even remember washing, but soon Michelle and I were back in our own room. "Remember, tomorrow's the first day of school. Tresses are scheduled to be over at the Girl's school all day. So you'd better get your beauty sleep. You may meet the girl of your dreams tomorrow." I shuddered to think what he would think if I told him "I already have.'

I wasn't queer, BUT Michelle looked delicious, but "she" was a "he"!

One last surprise to top off the already monumental day just as I was about to get under the covers, nightgown and all, Michelle came over to me and gave me a soft goodnight kiss on the cheek. I blushed but didn't move away. The looks, movements, voice, everything about Michelle said 'girl'.

He sat on his bed, his smooth knees and ankles neatly together, his soft chest protruding, and his fingers with polished nails girlishly adjusting a loose curl. He stretched, then ran his hands down his sides along his hips and down his legs. He smiled saying, "I sleep so well here."

God...how am I going to retain my sanity???

Chapter 7 School begins.

Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that first day in Rosemount classes. There I was sitting in a class full of gorgeous young blondes and brunettes, each prettier than the next. I felt like sauntering over and trying out some of my old "pick-up" lines, but then what babe would "go" for someone who had as much makeup on as her, had his hair neatly French-braided and tied with a big ribbon bow, had on the same uniform dress on ...?

That was me. It almost took Mike an hour to "convince" me to get dressed for the first day! We almost came to blows at his persistence. It wasn't until he gave up temporarily, and got dressed himself. It took "sweet Michelle" about five minutes to convince me. I still couldn't completely separate the two in my mind.

There I sat, while Michelle put makeup on me with practised strokes, and his nimble fingers did my hair. Soon I was in the tunic dress of the school uniform heading off for the shuttle bus, while many non-tress boys waved to us. They looked comfortable in their neatly pressed trousers and jackets.

I was surprised how quickly one can get acclimated to a new environment. The classes were interesting and the teachers were very dynamic and concerned about their students actually learning something new. Before I knew it, I was forgetting how I was dressed. The breaks between classes gave us a chance to mingle with the other "girls", oops, I already began to consider them girls!

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The real girls were as friendly as they were pretty. Soon I had struck up several new friendships. I was shocked that they didn't seem to care how I was dressed. One girl seemed to be paying me more attention than the others, which was quite flattering. Her name was Angie. She was a witty, dark brunette with shorter, curlier hair than me. Angie made an extra effort to sit next to me in classes and walk with me from one classroom to another. By Friday, we had agreed to study together at the girls' study hall on the weekend. Was this the beginning of a romance?! How does a boy romance a girl when he dresses like one too?

Imagine the surprise on my first day of classes at the Boys' school when who should show up sitting next to me Angie. She had combed her hair straight and was wearing a complete boy's uniform. She was dressed more boyishly than me! I had to wear the blouse and kerchief from the girls' uniform.

"Haven't we met somewhere before?" Angie teased using a quite realistic, deep boys' voice!

"Angie! What are you doing here?"

"I didn't mention that I am in the 'Tor' program. I wanted to surprise you!" Suddenly, I felt more embarrassed as I thought of this real girl looking more masculine than I did at the moment.

My "education" continued at a haircurling pace literally. I found out that a course called "Personal Grooming for Girls" was basically an extended weekly visit to the school's beauty parlour. It took up the entire Friday afternoon and included training on how to actually "do the do's", that is, hair-do's. Makeup and nail care treatments were also an integral part of the course curriculum. I found that studying hairdo and makeup magazines, while sitting under a hot hairdryer with my own hair neatly set on top of my head in curlers and pins, to be an unforgettable experience. I did discover an unexpected pleasure in having my hair put up, set, or combed out by Angie (we chose each other as partners for this purpose) or of my handling and styling of her hair. I even caught myself getting girlishly excited when a new style came out perfectly.

I remember the first time we had to do a formal style, the French Twist. Angie and I did very good jobs on each other's hair. The soft bangs brushing our eyebrows while the rest of the hair is sleeked back into a tight, vertical twist, secured invisibly with cleverly concealed bobby pins. When I got back to the dorm, I remember parading in front of Michelle who provided gushing girlish praise.

It had been less than a month, but I realized that I now looked forward to my "girl" school days more than the "boy" school days. I justified it as having an opportunity of being close to Angie and the other girls, but now when I think back, I remember that maybe I was beginning to enjoy looking like a girl and spending the hours of hairstyling, nail care, makeup and clothes selection that went with it.