Tricked into becoming a girl
"Okay class, today I'll be introducing you to our new group project. It'll be due next week and you'll be working in groups of four."
If someone asked me what my least favorite string of words were, it'd probably be along the lines of what Mr. Winston, my English teacher, just said. He then continued to further what it would be about.
"You and your group will be making a three minute video recreating one of your favorite movie scenes. It can be from any genre, as long as it's appropriate. I will now put you into your groups, and you can spend the rest of the class discussing how you will be going about this project."
The topic was interesting. We were currently doing a unit on comparing movies as a medium compared to books, so it was still relevant to our studying. Instantly, movie scenes popped into my head that I loved. Although some of them would be impossible to shoot, I wanted to do them all. I thought about the church fight scene in Kingsman: The Secret Service, the scene where Luke finds out who his father is, or even Moses Supposes or Make Em Laugh from my favorite musical. I was hoping to get put in a group with some people who would also be cool with doing a scene I liked. But then, like Wild E. Coyete smashing into a fake tunnel, those dreams were put to a sudden stop.
"Amanda, Julia, Kyle, and Emma."
I noticed they all looked at each other instantly, with smiles as big as the sinking feeling in my stomach. Amanda, Julia, and Emma had been friends since the first day of freshman year, and were in a clique ever since. How they got paired up together was a miracle, and how I ended up with all three was truly a work of the devil. I walked over to meet them so we could start, considering they all already sat next to each other.
"Hi," I said, wishing I didn't have to be there. I may have been a transfer student and didn't know many people yet, but I knew that with them, I'd be getting no say in how to production of this video goes. I could tell by the look on their faces that they already had an idea, they were just waiting to tell me what they had decided on. It was a three to one vote anyways, so I just asked what they were thinking of.
Amanda spoke up. "You know the scene from Mean Girls, where they do the Jingle Bell Rock dance? Ya, that."
Confused, I asked, "Wait, doesn't that dance have four girls? There's only three in our group. So shouldn't we do a scene with three girls and a guy?"
The girls looked at each other and laughed. Julia finally regained herself, "Don't be silly, we have four girls. At least, we can make us have four girls. We want to do this scene, and you're going to be a girl in it whether you like it or not."
I saw no point in arguing, as it was three versus one, and our teacher would probably side with them anyways. "Fine, but how do you expect me to do it? I don't exactly look like a girl."
"We'll take care of that. Don't worry, nothing will be permanent. Just one day for filming. That's all. Meet us at my house at eight in the morning on Saturday. We'll film once you're ready," Julia said, while sliding an index card towards me with her address.
For the rest of the time, the girls talked about where they were going to get the costumes and where to shoot, but that paled in comparison to how much they were talking about dressing me up. I was just hoping this wasn't some sick joke. But anything to get an A, I guess.
It was Thursday when we made the plans, so all day Friday, my mind was just focused on what was going to happen to me tomorrow. I wondered the extent they would go, if they were lying about the permanent part, but most importantly, what it would be like. I mean, what guy hasn't wanted to try being a girl before. I wasn't transgender or anything, just simply curiosity. I had always been fascinated by makeup and skirts and dresses, but I guess I just never tried them out because I'm told not to and would be bullied if I did. At least there was one plus side to all of this, being I'd finally figure out what it's all like.
Saturday morning arrived, and I woke up at seven to get ready. My mom drove me over, uninformed of what was really happening. I had told her I was just the camera man, so she didn't ask too many questions. When I arrived, I waved bye to my mom, who drove away. I knocked on the door, and there waiting for me, was Julia.
"Hey, step on in," she greeted me.
She escorted me to the back of the house and into her room, where on the bed, laid out in front of me, was a plethora of items that would turn me into a girl.
"Okay, so, Amanda and Emma wanted to sleep in, so they'll be meeting us after the salon-" she was cut off.
"Salon?" I asked.
"Oh, ya, don't worry, they're not making any major changes to you, they're just going to make you look a lot more passable as a girl. Anyways, I'm going to be putting all the items here on you first, then my mom will drive us over to the salon where you'll finish the transformation. We'll drive back here and start filming. My mom volunteered to work the camera."
She had me strip down to my underwear, which felt awkward at first, but eventually I got over it and complied to whatever she wanted me to do. She started by taking a prosthetic vagina and checking for size.
"Okay, now take off your underwear," she said, as she applied some sort of glue to the prosthetic. I did as she said, showing my shaved crotch area, as they requested, and before I could get excited, she tucked my penis into it and popped it on. She had me hold it for a minute to make sure it dried. I let go and looked down. It was weird not seeing a bulge or anything down there. It had a urethra, so I could still pee, I would just have to sit down. Next, she had me slide on some girly, pink panties as to not make me feel naked. She continued, grabbing the two breast forms and measuring them again. I saw that they were size C, giving me a pretty big chest. She applied the same glue she used before and had me hold each one on for thirty seconds each. When I was finally done, looking down looked a lot weirder. Two lumps came out of my chest, jiggling when I moved, and my bare crotch showed no signs of my penis. She then put a C cup bra on me, which I helped to wrap around. She clipped it on the back, giving me a sense of why bras could be so helpful. After that, she measured two pads the sides of me, which gave me a curvier figure with a bit more ass in the behind. Using the same glue, she put them into place and patted them down. Everything seemed to blend into my skin pretty well, so when I finally got to look in the mirror, I was shocked at what I saw. A female body looking back at me. But something was wrong, and she caught on apparently before I did. She took me by the hand and dragged me into the bathroom, taking out a can of shaving cream and a razor. She shaved my legs, arms, and armpits. Luckily for her, I wasn't too hairy. Feeling the smooth legs felt so nice, I wondered why I didn't always keep mine shaved. When I looked back in the mirror, it made a significant difference. Without seeing my head, it would be hard for someone to mistake me as a guy. But she wasn't done yet.
She picked up the outfit from the bed and got ready to put it on me.
"Hey, aren't I supposed to be wearing the slutty Santa costume?" I asked.
"Yes, but that's not exactly something you wear out in public in the Spring. I'm just putting on you some casual attire so you blend in at least a bit more. You're breasts and curves in the outfit you came in would look a bit out of place."
I saw no argument against her logic, so I didn't protest her idea.
The outfit consisted of a black, pleated skirt, a pair of two inch heels, black stockings, a white collared blouse, and an assortment of jewelry and accessories. She got to work. Already stripped down, she handed me the skirt, and I slipped it on, zippering the side to keep it in place. I then put on the blouse. My bra could still kind of be seen through it, but I guess that was what she was going for. After, she taught me how to roll up the stockings to avoid tears. I didn't know why I would need to know this, but I did as she said. Finally, I slipped into the heeled boots and stood up. She placed a gold necklace with a heart on it around my neck. She took my hands and put on several rings on each. She put some bracelets on me, and then finally stepped back. I turned to the mirror. From the neck down, I was most certainly a girl. I had breasts sticking out, curves unlike any man, and the appearance of long, smooth legs. But I still couldn't get passed my face.
"Hey, since we're going out in public, what are you going to do about my face? I still kind of look like a guy."
"Don't worry, that's the salon's job. Plus, my mom is driving us right to the front door of the salon, the only people who will be seeing you is us and a couple of salon people who probably see guys come in for their services often. Now pick up the purse on the bed, and lets go."
I looked down, and saw a small, black purse with a long, gold chain. I placed it around my shoulder, tucked my phone, wallet, and keys into it, and followed her.
That's when her mom came out.
"Why, my oh my, do we have a lovely little boy here. Or should I say lovely little girl, with your nice feminine figure?" she giggled.
Before I could reply, Julia started to talk for me. "Oh yes, Kylie loves her new body. Isn't that right?"
I nodded my head.
"Come on, Kylie. Use your big girl voice."
I tried hard to achieve a feminine voice. I don't know what had gotten into her, but she became controlling and dominant the second we walked out the bedroom door.
"Yes, I love my new body," I said, in a pretty feminine voice. Apparently it must have been passable, as they both looked shocked.
"Anyways," Julie continued," Kylie and I are ready to go to the salon. She loved getting all girlied up and can't wait for more! Did you know, it was her original idea to dress up as a girl? My friends and I, being the loving girls we are, supported her dream of being dressed up as a girl and she's loving every second of it, right?"
"Correct. They originally wanted me to be a guy in a movie scene, but I saw my chance to come out to them and they accepted me, so we found a movie scene where we could all be girly girls," I said. Not because I wanted to, but because while she was droning on and on about how nice she was to her mom, I had reached into my purse and saw a message from her. It was a picture of me in a bra and panties, with her saying if I give any clue to not liking this, she'll send it to the entire school.
We walked out to the car, with me still being a bit nervous. I did still look completely like a guy from the head up, of course. But as she promised, no one even got the chance to see me, as we pulled up the the salon right out front. Knowing she had black mail, I was getting a lot more nervous with what they were going to do with me in there.
I already had an appointment, so I was sat down immediately. I couldn't make out what Julia was telling the beautician, but if it was a list of things to do, it sure was long.
"I'll be back in an hour to check on you. It's only nine o' clock, so don't worry, if it feels long, we have plenty of time to film after. Have fun!" she said, as she walked out of the salon.
All of a sudden, a team of beauticians circled around me and started to work. I couldn't object to any of it, as I didn't want those photos leaked. So I just tried to relax. On my sides, two ladies were working on my nails. Down below, two were working on my toenails and feet. I couldn't see behind me, but it felt like my hair was being worked on too. Eventually, I saw a red nail polish-looking thing being added to my nails. My curiosity in makeup made me realize it was acrylic, which took a while to take off. Something already didn't seem right.
Now with two hands with long, red nails and red toenails, they focused more on more hair. I didn't understand why, considering there was so little of it. I did feel it getting heavier, but that was probably due to whatever products they were putting in it. The process was taking so long that I eventually fell asleep.
I woke up to someone nudging me. It was one of the ladies working on me. I looked down, shocked, but then I remembered the whole situation. I looked at my dried nails, which were long and kind of pointy. Finally I sat up, and that's when the real surprise came. I was in a full face of makeup, and my hair was down to my breasts, and bleached. They had definitely done something permanent. Almost scaring me, as I adored myself in the mirror, I felt two of the ladies pierce my ears at the same time. They had done two holes in each, and the studs in them were girly as ever.
Feeling the soreness of my ears, I moved closer to the mirror. They had put on false lashes, eyeshadow, eyeliner, done my eyebrows, foundation, concealer, highlighter, and bronzer. Not to mention the cherry red lipstick they had put on my now pampered lips. I felt the weight of my hair, and could feel it every time I moved my head. They had put it in curlers, so it looked elegant, and was pretty thick. I lifted up my hair to see the inner workings of the extensions.
"Excuse me," I asked to a beautician, still in my girl voice for some reason, "how long do these extensions last?"
"Six months to a year. Sometimes longer. You're a lucky girl, you didn't have to wait through all that. You just woke up beautiful."
"How long was I out?"
"About an hour and a half. Your friends stopped by and are currently waiting for you in the front. They've already paid and everything, so you're free to go."
I got up, said thank you (still in my girl voice?), and walked over to them. I stumbled a bit due to forgetting about the heels, which now showed off my red toenails, but caught myself. I walked up to all three of them.
"What the hell is this?" I said, pointing to my hair. "This is most certainly permanent! Not top mention the acrylic nails and feminine eyebrows!"
Julia stood up. "Hey, we don't want anyone at school seeing you dressed in a bra and panties, do we? No, that's what we thought. Now stop complaining, and come back to the house with us. We need to get you dressed in your costume and rehearsing the dance. By the way, nice of you to keep using the girly voice. It really sells it."
I was furious. They had completely tricked me. I knew I should've been more skeptical, but she seemed so nice before. I had to constantly brush my hair out of my face due to the wind, which was just a constant reminder of what they had done. How am I supposed to return to school like this? How am I supposed to return home? I can't explain this without them sending out the photos.
I sat in the back of the car, having to hear Julia's mom go on about how cute and pretty I looked, with the girls giggling. We pulled into the drive way, where I would have to face dressing in a slutty Santa costume, on camera, to show to an entire class.
If someone asked me what my least favorite string of words were, it'd probably be along the lines of what Mr. Winston, my English teacher, just said. He then continued to further what it would be about.
"You and your group will be making a three minute video recreating one of your favorite movie scenes. It can be from any genre, as long as it's appropriate. I will now put you into your groups, and you can spend the rest of the class discussing how you will be going about this project."
The topic was interesting. We were currently doing a unit on comparing movies as a medium compared to books, so it was still relevant to our studying. Instantly, movie scenes popped into my head that I loved. Although some of them would be impossible to shoot, I wanted to do them all. I thought about the church fight scene in Kingsman: The Secret Service, the scene where Luke finds out who his father is, or even Moses Supposes or Make Em Laugh from my favorite musical. I was hoping to get put in a group with some people who would also be cool with doing a scene I liked. But then, like Wild E. Coyete smashing into a fake tunnel, those dreams were put to a sudden stop.
"Amanda, Julia, Kyle, and Emma."
I noticed they all looked at each other instantly, with smiles as big as the sinking feeling in my stomach. Amanda, Julia, and Emma had been friends since the first day of freshman year, and were in a clique ever since. How they got paired up together was a miracle, and how I ended up with all three was truly a work of the devil. I walked over to meet them so we could start, considering they all already sat next to each other.
"Hi," I said, wishing I didn't have to be there. I may have been a transfer student and didn't know many people yet, but I knew that with them, I'd be getting no say in how to production of this video goes. I could tell by the look on their faces that they already had an idea, they were just waiting to tell me what they had decided on. It was a three to one vote anyways, so I just asked what they were thinking of.
Amanda spoke up. "You know the scene from Mean Girls, where they do the Jingle Bell Rock dance? Ya, that."
Confused, I asked, "Wait, doesn't that dance have four girls? There's only three in our group. So shouldn't we do a scene with three girls and a guy?"
The girls looked at each other and laughed. Julia finally regained herself, "Don't be silly, we have four girls. At least, we can make us have four girls. We want to do this scene, and you're going to be a girl in it whether you like it or not."
I saw no point in arguing, as it was three versus one, and our teacher would probably side with them anyways. "Fine, but how do you expect me to do it? I don't exactly look like a girl."
"We'll take care of that. Don't worry, nothing will be permanent. Just one day for filming. That's all. Meet us at my house at eight in the morning on Saturday. We'll film once you're ready," Julia said, while sliding an index card towards me with her address.
For the rest of the time, the girls talked about where they were going to get the costumes and where to shoot, but that paled in comparison to how much they were talking about dressing me up. I was just hoping this wasn't some sick joke. But anything to get an A, I guess.
It was Thursday when we made the plans, so all day Friday, my mind was just focused on what was going to happen to me tomorrow. I wondered the extent they would go, if they were lying about the permanent part, but most importantly, what it would be like. I mean, what guy hasn't wanted to try being a girl before. I wasn't transgender or anything, just simply curiosity. I had always been fascinated by makeup and skirts and dresses, but I guess I just never tried them out because I'm told not to and would be bullied if I did. At least there was one plus side to all of this, being I'd finally figure out what it's all like.
Saturday morning arrived, and I woke up at seven to get ready. My mom drove me over, uninformed of what was really happening. I had told her I was just the camera man, so she didn't ask too many questions. When I arrived, I waved bye to my mom, who drove away. I knocked on the door, and there waiting for me, was Julia.
"Hey, step on in," she greeted me.
She escorted me to the back of the house and into her room, where on the bed, laid out in front of me, was a plethora of items that would turn me into a girl.
"Okay, so, Amanda and Emma wanted to sleep in, so they'll be meeting us after the salon-" she was cut off.
"Salon?" I asked.
"Oh, ya, don't worry, they're not making any major changes to you, they're just going to make you look a lot more passable as a girl. Anyways, I'm going to be putting all the items here on you first, then my mom will drive us over to the salon where you'll finish the transformation. We'll drive back here and start filming. My mom volunteered to work the camera."
She had me strip down to my underwear, which felt awkward at first, but eventually I got over it and complied to whatever she wanted me to do. She started by taking a prosthetic vagina and checking for size.
"Okay, now take off your underwear," she said, as she applied some sort of glue to the prosthetic. I did as she said, showing my shaved crotch area, as they requested, and before I could get excited, she tucked my penis into it and popped it on. She had me hold it for a minute to make sure it dried. I let go and looked down. It was weird not seeing a bulge or anything down there. It had a urethra, so I could still pee, I would just have to sit down. Next, she had me slide on some girly, pink panties as to not make me feel naked. She continued, grabbing the two breast forms and measuring them again. I saw that they were size C, giving me a pretty big chest. She applied the same glue she used before and had me hold each one on for thirty seconds each. When I was finally done, looking down looked a lot weirder. Two lumps came out of my chest, jiggling when I moved, and my bare crotch showed no signs of my penis. She then put a C cup bra on me, which I helped to wrap around. She clipped it on the back, giving me a sense of why bras could be so helpful. After that, she measured two pads the sides of me, which gave me a curvier figure with a bit more ass in the behind. Using the same glue, she put them into place and patted them down. Everything seemed to blend into my skin pretty well, so when I finally got to look in the mirror, I was shocked at what I saw. A female body looking back at me. But something was wrong, and she caught on apparently before I did. She took me by the hand and dragged me into the bathroom, taking out a can of shaving cream and a razor. She shaved my legs, arms, and armpits. Luckily for her, I wasn't too hairy. Feeling the smooth legs felt so nice, I wondered why I didn't always keep mine shaved. When I looked back in the mirror, it made a significant difference. Without seeing my head, it would be hard for someone to mistake me as a guy. But she wasn't done yet.
She picked up the outfit from the bed and got ready to put it on me.
"Hey, aren't I supposed to be wearing the slutty Santa costume?" I asked.
"Yes, but that's not exactly something you wear out in public in the Spring. I'm just putting on you some casual attire so you blend in at least a bit more. You're breasts and curves in the outfit you came in would look a bit out of place."
I saw no argument against her logic, so I didn't protest her idea.
The outfit consisted of a black, pleated skirt, a pair of two inch heels, black stockings, a white collared blouse, and an assortment of jewelry and accessories. She got to work. Already stripped down, she handed me the skirt, and I slipped it on, zippering the side to keep it in place. I then put on the blouse. My bra could still kind of be seen through it, but I guess that was what she was going for. After, she taught me how to roll up the stockings to avoid tears. I didn't know why I would need to know this, but I did as she said. Finally, I slipped into the heeled boots and stood up. She placed a gold necklace with a heart on it around my neck. She took my hands and put on several rings on each. She put some bracelets on me, and then finally stepped back. I turned to the mirror. From the neck down, I was most certainly a girl. I had breasts sticking out, curves unlike any man, and the appearance of long, smooth legs. But I still couldn't get passed my face.
"Hey, since we're going out in public, what are you going to do about my face? I still kind of look like a guy."
"Don't worry, that's the salon's job. Plus, my mom is driving us right to the front door of the salon, the only people who will be seeing you is us and a couple of salon people who probably see guys come in for their services often. Now pick up the purse on the bed, and lets go."
I looked down, and saw a small, black purse with a long, gold chain. I placed it around my shoulder, tucked my phone, wallet, and keys into it, and followed her.
That's when her mom came out.
"Why, my oh my, do we have a lovely little boy here. Or should I say lovely little girl, with your nice feminine figure?" she giggled.
Before I could reply, Julia started to talk for me. "Oh yes, Kylie loves her new body. Isn't that right?"
I nodded my head.
"Come on, Kylie. Use your big girl voice."
I tried hard to achieve a feminine voice. I don't know what had gotten into her, but she became controlling and dominant the second we walked out the bedroom door.
"Yes, I love my new body," I said, in a pretty feminine voice. Apparently it must have been passable, as they both looked shocked.
"Anyways," Julie continued," Kylie and I are ready to go to the salon. She loved getting all girlied up and can't wait for more! Did you know, it was her original idea to dress up as a girl? My friends and I, being the loving girls we are, supported her dream of being dressed up as a girl and she's loving every second of it, right?"
"Correct. They originally wanted me to be a guy in a movie scene, but I saw my chance to come out to them and they accepted me, so we found a movie scene where we could all be girly girls," I said. Not because I wanted to, but because while she was droning on and on about how nice she was to her mom, I had reached into my purse and saw a message from her. It was a picture of me in a bra and panties, with her saying if I give any clue to not liking this, she'll send it to the entire school.
We walked out to the car, with me still being a bit nervous. I did still look completely like a guy from the head up, of course. But as she promised, no one even got the chance to see me, as we pulled up the the salon right out front. Knowing she had black mail, I was getting a lot more nervous with what they were going to do with me in there.
I already had an appointment, so I was sat down immediately. I couldn't make out what Julia was telling the beautician, but if it was a list of things to do, it sure was long.
"I'll be back in an hour to check on you. It's only nine o' clock, so don't worry, if it feels long, we have plenty of time to film after. Have fun!" she said, as she walked out of the salon.
All of a sudden, a team of beauticians circled around me and started to work. I couldn't object to any of it, as I didn't want those photos leaked. So I just tried to relax. On my sides, two ladies were working on my nails. Down below, two were working on my toenails and feet. I couldn't see behind me, but it felt like my hair was being worked on too. Eventually, I saw a red nail polish-looking thing being added to my nails. My curiosity in makeup made me realize it was acrylic, which took a while to take off. Something already didn't seem right.
Now with two hands with long, red nails and red toenails, they focused more on more hair. I didn't understand why, considering there was so little of it. I did feel it getting heavier, but that was probably due to whatever products they were putting in it. The process was taking so long that I eventually fell asleep.
I woke up to someone nudging me. It was one of the ladies working on me. I looked down, shocked, but then I remembered the whole situation. I looked at my dried nails, which were long and kind of pointy. Finally I sat up, and that's when the real surprise came. I was in a full face of makeup, and my hair was down to my breasts, and bleached. They had definitely done something permanent. Almost scaring me, as I adored myself in the mirror, I felt two of the ladies pierce my ears at the same time. They had done two holes in each, and the studs in them were girly as ever.
Feeling the soreness of my ears, I moved closer to the mirror. They had put on false lashes, eyeshadow, eyeliner, done my eyebrows, foundation, concealer, highlighter, and bronzer. Not to mention the cherry red lipstick they had put on my now pampered lips. I felt the weight of my hair, and could feel it every time I moved my head. They had put it in curlers, so it looked elegant, and was pretty thick. I lifted up my hair to see the inner workings of the extensions.
"Excuse me," I asked to a beautician, still in my girl voice for some reason, "how long do these extensions last?"
"Six months to a year. Sometimes longer. You're a lucky girl, you didn't have to wait through all that. You just woke up beautiful."
"How long was I out?"
"About an hour and a half. Your friends stopped by and are currently waiting for you in the front. They've already paid and everything, so you're free to go."
I got up, said thank you (still in my girl voice?), and walked over to them. I stumbled a bit due to forgetting about the heels, which now showed off my red toenails, but caught myself. I walked up to all three of them.
"What the hell is this?" I said, pointing to my hair. "This is most certainly permanent! Not top mention the acrylic nails and feminine eyebrows!"
Julia stood up. "Hey, we don't want anyone at school seeing you dressed in a bra and panties, do we? No, that's what we thought. Now stop complaining, and come back to the house with us. We need to get you dressed in your costume and rehearsing the dance. By the way, nice of you to keep using the girly voice. It really sells it."
I was furious. They had completely tricked me. I knew I should've been more skeptical, but she seemed so nice before. I had to constantly brush my hair out of my face due to the wind, which was just a constant reminder of what they had done. How am I supposed to return to school like this? How am I supposed to return home? I can't explain this without them sending out the photos.
I sat in the back of the car, having to hear Julia's mom go on about how cute and pretty I looked, with the girls giggling. We pulled into the drive way, where I would have to face dressing in a slutty Santa costume, on camera, to show to an entire class.
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