"Sure Carl, what is it?"

"Well, I was wondering, I mean, if you aren't too busy or whatever on Saturday, if you'd like to maybe go see a movie or something?"

"Oh that's so sweet of you. I'll have to think about it" she said.

Carl felt crushed. Rejected by a cheerleader. He was the hero of the football game. What was wrong? She should have said yes.

"Go take a leak" said Kelly, giving him an elbow. "I'll find out what's wrong."

When Carl came back to the table, the topic wasn't discussed again. But when Gina drove him and Kelly back home in his car, he told Carl what was up.

"She's a hot commodity you know" said Gina. "Every guy in the school is asking her out all the time."

"I'm sure. But she seemed so...cold to me. I don't get it."

"She says its the way you dress. You're so out of it. I mean, look at you. You have the worst fashion sense! Maybe if you tried to fit in more. But if you insist on dressing like some nerd, I don't think she'll ever go for you."

"Yeah" added Kelly. "You're the only starter who doesn't have cute shoes. And I've never even seen you in a skirt. What's wrong with you? Your legs look fine. You should show them off!"

"And that hair. What an awful cut. You need a stylist, STAT!"

They both laughed.

"Look, lets get you a good makeover, get you some proper clothes, and you can try again with her. I'm sure she'll come around. She just doesn't want to be seen with someone who looks like such an uncool nerd. That's all. Don't take it personal."

"I won't" said Carl, not sure if he liked the remedy for his situation. But they guys were right. Perhaps he was just out of touch with things. All the other cool guys were wearing skirts and heels. Why was he in jeans and sneakers? He didn't want to be left out. He didn't want to be shunned by cheerleaders. He would go to the mall, or borrow something from his older sister. Then he'd have a fighting chance.

* * *

When Carl came out of his room wearing a dress, his father blew a fuse.

"No son of mine is going out looking like that!"

"But dad, all the guys are dressing like this."

"Well you are not!"

"Oh come on! I'm tired of getting teased for looking like a nerd."

"I knew we shouldn't have let him keep the ear rings. Look at him now."

"Oh dear, let the boy be. I've seen his friends. They're all very nice. They just dress that way these days. Don't be an old fogey. Remember how you told me your father was so mad when you went out, and didn't want to wear a tie?"

"Yes, I guess so. But I still say this is wrong. He looks like a fruit."

"Dad! I have a date with a cheerleader tonight."

"Looking like that?"

"She wouldn't date me until I did start dressing like everyone else."

He had been shaving his legs for weeks. But this was only his second time in public wearing clothes he borrowed from his sister's closet. When he asked Katie again when he was wearing a skirt, she accepted his offer. They were going to a movie that night. He was determined to dress prettier than last time, to make sure she was happy with him.

His mother helped him fix his makeup, and helped do his nails as his father scowled. But it was worth it. Katie just loved how he looked, and had a long stem rose for him. They had dinner and a movie, after which they went dancing.

Carl thought it was the best night of his life.

* * *

On Monday, he went to school wearing a pink tank top, with spaghetti straps, so that his bra straps showed through. Everyone was impressed how his fashion sense had improved since the first day of class. As he looked around, he realized that only the nerdy math guys in the back were still dressed as they were the first day. It had seemed shocking to see a guy in a skirt, but now he couldn't imagine going to school without one. He had seen this really cute navy blue one, with pleated panels. He just had to have it!

"Hey Carla" said Gina.

"What? What's up?" he said. Most of the guys were calling him that now, and the girls too. He had been reluctant to go along with it until Katie said it was cute. So now he was even signing his papers as Carla. It just seemed natural now.

Carla pulled a pen out of his purse, and started to take notes for the class.

* * *

In New York, the seven women met again to assess the progress of Operation Smokescreen.

"So, by half way through the school year, we have all but a few nerds who've given in to peer pressure?"

"Yes!" reported a joyful redheaded woman. "Operation Smokescreen is a huge success. We seeded the population with a few dozen key individuals whom we feminized over the summer, using the usual mind control techniques. And just as predicted, the other students, their peers slowly but surely marched in step with them. We also programmed the key girls to only be attracted to men in dresses, which helped add more pressure. We have almost the entire male population of the school going around in female attire every day. It is now a self-sustaining cycle. When the new students come in next year, the will fall to the same force of peer pressure. All we had to do was to start the cycle, and now it will continue on by itself."

"I sense from you that you want something more though"

"Yes Madam. You see, we've got them to dress like girls and act like girls, but who is to say that when they go off to a college that they don't revert back? They will have a new set of peers and new peer pressure to fit in. We may lose them."

"So what do you suggest?"

"We need to have them alter their bodies. If they have breasts and vaginas, they will not be able to go back."

"Indeed. And how will we accomplish this?"

"I have a theory."

"You usually do."

"My theory is that if we can get just one of them to undergo 'the operation', then it will be like a house of cards, and others will follow."

"Why didn't you program one of them to do it when you had the chance?"

"Because that wouldn't work. It needs to be a 'new recruit' who came to school this year as a regular boy. If one of them took the plunge, the others would feel like they are falling behind. And they would try to keep up with *her*."

"Excellent. Make it so."

* * *

Carla brushed his long hair and studied his complexion. He was getting good at applying foundation to hide the skin blemishes. If only he had a prettier nose, like Katie did. He sighed, and teased his hair to get it just right.

He went to school, and had the usual day of learning interspersed with talking to the girls, hanging out, being with friends, and talking about football. The season was over, and he had been a star player for the team. Next year, they would even be tougher.

He was walking home, when a car pulled up beside him. A red haired woman asked him to come to the window.

"Young man, are you Carla Wilson, the football player?"

"Yes I am" he said proudly.

"Please come in. I have business to discuss with you."

"Who are you?"

"I am a recruiter. Do you want to play football in college?"

"Yes! But I have three years of high school left."

"Well do you want to listen to my offer?"

"Sure."

He got in the car. The woman drove over to a parking lot, turned it off, then turned towards him.

"I love your shoes" she said.

"Thanks! I just got them last week. Do you know how hard it is to find cute wedges in this large of a size?"

"I can imagine" she said. "Listen Carla, I have an offer to make to you. We would like you to play for F.S.C. on the football team."

"What's the catch?"

"There is no catch. We have seen your talent, and we want you to be the first girl to play big time college sports for the football team."

"But I'm not a girl. Not really."

"I understand. That's why I'm here."

"What do you mean?"

"We can fix that."

"And make me a girl? How? I don't get it."

"We have ways" she said. Carla didn't even feel the slight prick in his arm from the small dart the woman had poked him with. He listened, and noticed that the room was spinning. The next thing he knew, he woke up in the car.

"Carla, are you all right?"

"I guess I was zoning for a minute."

"That's OK dear. Anyway, your appointment with the doctor is next week on Tuesday. Don't miss it!"

"I sure won't. Thanks!" he said, putting the bottle of estrogen into his purse. "I'll be sure to take these every day" he added as she drove off.

How exciting! He was going to play football on a college scholarship!

* * *

On Tuesday, Carla showed up at the doctors office.

"All your paperwork seems to be in order. I just need to go through a few last details. Are you 100% sure you want this?"

"Oh yes!" blurted out Carla, not even really understanding what was going on.

"And you obviously dress as a girl every day, and have taken a girl's name."

"Yes."

"And you take your estrogen?"

"Every day!"

"Good. We can begin. Undress, put a robe on, and lay on the table over there. We will begin shortly."

Carla complied. Soon the anesthesiologist arrived, and hooked up the mask to Carla's face. He began seeing double, and soon passed out.

* * *

When Carla awoke, he looked down. His chest was puffed out, and covered with bandages. He touched them lightly. His new breasts. Big ones, just like Katie had. He was so proud! The other guys were going to be jealous.

He shifted positions, and had a shooting pain between his legs. He groaned, and reached down there to move the blanket a bit. It was uncomfortable against his new....vagina! He was a girl now! Unbelievable! This was the best day in his life! Carla was a she now! A real girl.

"I'm a girl!" she said out loud.

"Yes you are" said Katie, who held Carla's trembling hand.

"Wow, look at you. You're stacked" said Gina. "I wish I was like you"

"Me too" said Kelly.

Carla was in the recovery room for a day, then went home. After a few more days of recovery, she was ready to begin school again. She felt so free! Instead of covering up her body, she could now wear V-neck shirts like Katie wore. She could wear shorter skirts or tight little shorts, since she didn't have that unsightly bulge between her legs anymore.

She was Miss Popularity. Everyone wanted to talk to her, to be with her.

"What was your doctor's name? I want boobs too!"

"Wow you're a real girl. I wish I could afford to do that too."

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