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ened it. Nicole has been going through hell as her body suddenly began to change. Every trace of her apparent masculinity has disappeared and she is beginning to blossom into full girlishness."

"This is not easy for Nicole," Doc went on. "Today will be her first day amongst you, her classmates and friends, in her correct persona. Once you see her, you will have no doubts that she is indeed a lovely young girl. I hope all of you will accept her as she is, and help her through this transition."

"For you tough, macho guys who despise sissies," Doc chided softly, "put yourself in Nick's place. How would YOU feel if your body suddenly started to change until you discovered that you were a girl? This change was NOT Nick's choice. You all know that Nicholas was never a sissy despite his diminutive size. Nick--I really should call HER Nicole-with the help of Cynthia Mathers, has faced the indisputable truth that she IS a girl, and has decided to jump into her girlhood with all the enthusiasm and effort that the Nick you all knew put into most of his activities. I hope you'll accept Nicole as the girl she truly is."

I remember every word quite clearly. I was standing right beside him, holding anxiously onto Cynthia's hand for support.

Instead of the normal gossip and inattention that accompanied the morning announcements, you could have heard a pin drop anywhere in the school.

Principal Davis, the guidance councilor, and Doc accompanied Cynthia and I as we made our way to my homeroom.

The kids in the hall stopped and stared in open-mouthed awe of my totally feminine appearance. Of course, Cynthia and I dressed alike; we selected our outfits to accentuate my new sex. I smiled to everyone and wiggled my butt as we made our way to our homeroom.

Cynthia and I wore soft, pink, pleated cotton miniskirts that revealed four inches of our creamy thighs as the pleats swirled saucily with our every step. The dainty lace trim of our equally short, pink nylon half-slips peeked enticingly beneath the whirling pleats. From the hem of the adorable

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TWO LITTLE GIRLS

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miniskirts to the tops of our pink lace topped anklets was the schoolpermitted limit of soft, hairless flesh of our smooth, curvy white legs. Our daintily sheer anklets disappeared into the unbelievably shiny white patent leather of an adorable pair of flat-heeled baby doll single strap Mary Jane shoes. Our short-sleeved, off-the-shoulder peasant-styled blouses were made of a sheer, pink satin. A wide ruffle edged the open necklines that extended to include two inches of delectably soft, hairless white flesh of our arms.

The ruffle covered Cynthia's firm, pert breasts and effectively hid the fact that I was as flat as a girl in her early teens.

As if all that weren't enough, our hair, mine blonde and Cynthia's auburn, had been styled in a most babyish manner. Softly curled, bouncy bangs whispered against our delicately thin eyebrows. A part down the center of our heads separated the full shiny tresses into twin ponytails. These were formed just above and behind our ears, secured by shiny lace edged pink satin ribbons tied into delicate bows. This created fountains of silky hair that seemed to erupt from our heads to scintillatingly cascade down to kiss our exquisite exposed shoulders.

What really set off the discordance of the erotic/pristine image we projected were our faces.

A soft hint of light blue eye shadow made our already sparkling clear eyes, mine baby blue and Cynthia's hazel, seem huge with childish naive innocence. Baby pink lip gloss accented our all-too-kissable, pouty lips. But what cinched our obvious youthfulness was the hint of retained baby fat on our rosy dimpled piquant cheeks.

Everyone was stunned by our ultra feminine appearance. I looked like I'd been a cute girl all my life. As for Cynthia, well she destroyed her past image. No longer would anyone think of her as Miss Prim and Proper!

We had a ball all day.

Although I was hassled quite a bit, no one did so because I had been a boy. They did it because I was a hot-looking

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