RANSVESTIA

arrived. Innocently I climbed aboard, fully aware of my exposure in the relatively short skirts. About halfway down, I froze. What a shock. There were five of my classmates three girls and two boys sitting and talking together. I panicked and turned to flee. But my exit was blocked by others behind me. I was close to throwing up and wished that I had an honest-to-goodness car sickness bag handy. But they hardly seemed to notice me, or my strange fearful reaction. The girls mostly looked at my dress and then returned to their conversation. It took me all the way to school to calm down somewhat, even though I now was really worried who I might see in my new class.

It sure had been lucky that I never devoted much time developing close friendships. Mother always had made me come home directly from school to get dressed as a girl.

Actually there were seven old classmates of mine in this same school. But through a real stroke of luck there were several junior classes and I did not attend any courses they did. Boy was I lucky. When occasionally we would meet in the hall, they never even recog- nized me, although the boys sure looked at me. Even with the regis- tration there was no problem. When the homeroom teacher called my name and saw a pretty girl, he shrugged his shoulders and assumed a typographical error had occurred, changing the M to an F. After lunch time, I was called to the administration office. They took one look at me and apologizing for the mistake, changed my records. So I was now a girl officially and that was that. No need to tell you that I had been quite nervous about all this. It seems that fate had destined me to remain in skirts.

The second day I began to make friends with the girls. Or rather, they began to make friends with me. It was funny how friendly they were to me, where as a boy they had always ignored me ... as if I did not exist or something. Had my personality changed, or were my clothes the cause of this change? I wondered.

After a few weeks I actually could be called popular, I guess. It worried me, that I seemed to fit so well and naturally with the female half of the class. I was always included in activities and asked to par- ticipate with things. But mother still insisted that I came home im- mediately, saying that she was worried about pretty girls walking the street unescorted.

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