I was surprised on how the teacher, Mrs. Edison, started out.

"Now class, I know many of you don't want to date boys. You're girls now, but you just want to date other girls. That is fine. I am not going to force you to date boys. Women can choose partners of either gender."

Wow, exactly what I was thinking. I was so relived.

"However," she continued, "there are many advantages that you haven't discovered yet, since you only recently have become young women. Now, which of you, when you used to be boys, went out on a date?"

It felt so shocking to hear that I *used* to be a boy. I loved how she treated us like we were real girls already. I looked around the room, and about half of us had our hands up in the air.

"Very good" she said. "Now Jane, tell us what you did on your date"

"Well" said the young girl in the front row with the red hair and freckles, "I asked her out. I picked her up, took her to dinner, then a movie."

"Who paid for all that?" asked Mrs. Edison.

"Well, I did" said Jane.

"Exactly. Now listen carefully girls. When you were boys, things were different. *You* had to ask the girl out. *You* had to plan things, and pay for things. *You* had to do all the hard work."

We all nodded in agreement.

"But you are girls now. Guys will ask you out. When you are done here, and are pretty attractive young women, you will be swarmed by guys who want you to date them. Even if you don't feel attracted to them, you can use this to your advantage."

"You can say 'yes' to them. They will do the work and plan everything. They will pick you up, and hopefully bring you flowers. You will soon appreciate having beautiful flowers all the time, now that you're girls. Then he'll do the driving. *He* will pay for dinner, and once you're old enough, drinks. *He* will take you to the movie, or to the play, or to the concert. *He* will be the one who waits in line for tickets, not you. Then *he* will take you home. You get everything, and he will gladly do it, just for the privilege of being in your company."

"But I'm not going to kiss a boy!" protested someone from the back. I was in total agreement.

"We'll see about that. You may change your mind. But don't worry, you don't have to kiss him if you don't want to. In fact, how many of you went out with someone who kissed on the first date?"

Only two hands went up.

"And for you two, how many stayed with her for more than 3 more dates?".

They both put their hands down.

"See? Even if you want to get into his pants, you *don't* kiss on the first date. That is an important rule for you girls to learn. Even if you want him desperately, you need to start very slowly. Maybe allow him to hold your hand, but nothing more. Keep him held back, moving slowly forward. If you go right out and have sex on the first date, then what more is there? He'll move on. You need to ensnare him, make him love you, and then you can make him do anything you want."

"Anything?" asked someone from the front.

"Yes, anything. Think of a big wedding. How much of that is something the groom wants? Nothing! It is all for the bride. In this class, you will learn how to use your sex to completely control a man, and make him do *anything* you want. All you have to do is to accept your new femininity, and the rest is easy."

Wow, completely control someone? Make him do anything I want? That sounded pretty good!

"When you were boys, even if you weren't dating, how many of you did things you would have hated doing, but you did it for her?"

"I helped a girl move her furniture to a new apartment, then she dumped me" said someone.

"I cleaned out her garage, and picked up garbage after a party. She said thanks, but never even kissed me" said someone.

"I gave her a ticket to the big concert, that I spent three weeks saving for" said someone else.

"See? They used you. And you *liked* it. You came back for more. By the time I am done with you, you will understand these things, and how to use them to your advantage. You can even get a man to marry you, so you can stay at home, while he works all day! You can have anything you want."

That didn't sound so bad. I almost wanted to start dating boys right then and there.

The other classes were interesting, and when it came to the end of the day, I did as they asked, listening to the soothing music to relax myself before going to bed. It was quite a day, being just like a girl for a full 24 hours. Everyone here was so supportive and so kind! They treated me like a young lady, and nobody at all made you feel bad for the dressing up like a girl.

I felt like I learned more in one day than I had in all the other times I had dressed up combined! I was having fun and enjoying myself. I drifted off to sleep, eager to face the next day.

* * *

I still had some doubts about being a girl. I mean, I loved acting like one and dressing like one, but I really wasn't sure if I wanted to do it all the time. I still wanted to be with a girl, and I thought of Lynn from time to time. Even if I was fully transformed into a real girl (which I knew was impossible), she would always be there in my heart. I'd still want her.

The second day was as good as the first. I learned so much! It was like my mind was opened for the first time, and I saw the world in a completely different way. One class I had was to help us understand our new perspective on things. For example, we would have to deal with new emotions. They explained that all of the female hormones we were loaded up with would in time alter our brain chemistry, and we would start to think just like real girls. That thought both scared me and excited me, all at once.

I was making a lot of friends too. I met so many others who were just like me, as well as some that were further along in the process. Those of us who were new looked jealously at them. They seemed so graceful, so feminine. Just like we wanted to be. We wore wigs, but they had their own long hair. Mine would grow out in time, I just had to be patient.

At the end of the first week, I felt like I was drowning in a new culture. I was being totally immersed in the feminine ways. It never let up. I was always being pushed, further and further, always moving towards the end point of womanhood.

In our last class on Friday, Mrs. Glass was explaining to us the effects of the hormones we were taking. She said that in time, our breasts would begin to grow, just like they do for real girls.

"However class, real girls have years and years of exposure to estrogen. You will only be here a matter of months, so you will need some extra help. Today, each of you will be escorted by a nurse to the medical center. They will determine the ideal breast size for a girl of your age and height. Then you will all receive implants, to bring you to where you should be. The hormones will continue working, so your breasts will only keep increasing as you get older."

A row of nurses, dressed in short white uniforms, entered the room. Each of us was led by the hand down the hall. My mind raced. I looked at Nurse Jackie's uniform, and I was jealous about how it laid so nicely on her, because she had such shapely hips and thighs. My body was too straight, and dresses weren't as good looking. I didn't have curves, and I felt jealous.

I loved her shade of nail polish, and her cute little shoes. Her hair must have taken her a long time to do, because it was so finely styled. Her makeup was professionally applied, making her face even more pretty than its already generous natural beauty provided for.

When I looked at her chest, my heart started to race. *I* was about to get implants, so that *my* bust line would be like *hers*. I felt excited, but afraid. I wasn't ready for breasts! Shouldn't they do that later on?

And if I did get breasts, it would be a sign to the world about who I was. There would be no way I could go outside and pretend to be a boy again. My boobs would show everyone that I was a girl. This was the point of no return!

My knees went weak. It was like the male inside of me was screaming for this to stop. I didn't really want to be a girl forever, did I? I became confused and upset.

"What's the matter Nichole? Are you having doubts?" said Nurse Jackie.

"Yes, I guess" I said.

"Let the woman inside you be your guide" she said. Suddenly, something was different. It was like my doubts all vanished, and more than anything I actually *wanted* to have big breasts. I hoped they would be really large, so I could show them off. How silly I had been to be afraid. What was wrong with me?

I noticed that she was humming a familiar tune. It was the same as the soothing music that I was supposed to listen to every night. Perhaps that was what had calmed me down so much? I wasn't sure. But I was too excited to think. I was getting breasts! This was going to be the best day of my life.

* * *

I awoke with excitement, and with just a little bit of pain in my chest. I reached out to touch them, and my hands confirmed it: I had breasts. They were larger than I might have expected, which made me very glad. I had boobs now! I was a girl!

The soothing music was playing in my ears, and I drifted off to sleep again, happy and contented.

* * *

On Monday, I was recovered enough to return to class. They had taken off the bandages, and I could see my new chest. Wow! They had used some kind of laser to remove my chest hair, so it was just smooth young skin, with two large mounds. My breasts! I felt so proud, so excited.

I put on my bra, and for the first time felt it giving me lift and support. With something stuffed in as I had done before, the bra had moved around, wanting to ride up. But now, it was firmly anchored in place with my breasts. They had some weight to them, which was quite different from the things I had used before to stuff my bra cups. This meant that I could really feel my shoulder straps, as they pulled back against the weight applied by the breasts. I felt them dig into my shoulder!

When I went to brush my teeth, I could feel the inside of my upper arm brushing against them. My arm was used to the feeling a little bit, because I had worn a stuffed bra. But now I could feel it in my boobs too! What a sensation!

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