Posted by: DebraKohlrust on Thursday, February 05, 2004 - 12:21 AM 
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War has many casualties, but probably never a stranger one than this story...
Kelly's First Day
Kelly's First Day
by Little Dee
Lieutenant John Kelley, United States Air Force, never saw the Stinger missile that blew off the tail of his F-16. He was racing due north at just over 600 knots, only a few feet below the black clouds of a tremendous summer thunderstorm. His photo reconnaissance pod clicked away madly as it recorded the rebel Armies of the North positions at Michigan's captured Camp Grayling National Guard Base.
Intelligence told him that the Rebels had no anti-aircraft capability. No one discovered that the rebellion had purchased the obsolete missiles from the Russian Mafia, then smuggled them into the Confederation via the established drug routes up thru Mexico.
It was only Lt. Kelley's lightning reflexes that saved him from instant death. In the second before the remains of his fatally crippled fighter smashed into the ground, he fired his ejection seat. And fractions of a second later he was hurtling up into the violent storm.
His seat fell away.
His parachute's nylon canopy deployed.
But to his horror, instead of gently returning to earth, violent updrafts grabbed his parachute and hurled it straight up into the heart of the storm. The last thing he remembered was the tremendous impact of golf ball size hail stones pummeling his face as he shot up thru the center of an embryonic tornado lurking within the towering cloud.
Smell was the first of his senses to return. The bitter odor of Betadine antiseptic, over laid with the lovely scent of lilacs, confused him. Moments later he became aware of the lilting tinkle of high pitched voices discussing something technical that he couldn't quite make out. His vision started to focus, sharpening his surroundings.
He was lying on what felt like a hospital bed, but what little he could see of the room was like no hospital he had ever heard of. Sheer floral print curtains capped with pink poplin valances graced the old fashioned double hung windows. The ceiling was made of wide snow white pine boards, fitted tongue and groove in a fashion that had gone out of style in the mid-1920s. The walls were also of tongue and groove pine, but stained a soft yellow. As he tried to sit up, he became aware of straps around his upper body, arms, and legs.
"Where am I?" he tried to say. All that came out was a confused mumble. The attempt to talk made him aware of a terrible dryness in his throat, and his voice sounded strange to his ears. A tall, feminine figure moved into his range of vision.
"Don't try to talk. Your throat was injured somehow but we fixed that, so it sounds a little higher than you are used to. You are in the infirmary of the White Pines Academy. I'm Doctor Ann. You've been unconscious for days and we had just about given up hope for you." Her warm contralto voice soothed him and he again drifted off, this time into normal sleep.
When he next awoke, he was careful not to make any sound or to attempt any movement. Something was definitely strange here. He identified the voice of Dr. Ann, and that of another woman, apparently her superior.
"What else can we do? It looks like he is going to make it and that leaves us with a terrible decision. If we turn him over to the rebels, as a native of rebel territory fighting for the Government they will torture and kill him. If we don't turn him over, and they find him here, they will kill all of us. Him, the girls, everyone. A few grains of Nembutal into his IV, followed by 100 milligrams of Potassium Chloride and he will never awake again. If we leave the body in the woods, the bears will get it. Then he can't be traced to us and the girls will be safe." The Lieutenant shuddered at the last sentence but they didn't notice.
"What if he became one of us, Cathy?" Dr. Ann's voice said.
"You have to be joking, Ann! The Armies of the North know that this is a girl's school, staffed entirely by women. He's small, even for a fighter pilot. I'll grant you that ..." her voice trailed off. "They know all of the staff. He would have to be one hell of an actor to pull off being one of the girls. And we could never be sure that he wouldn't try to escape."
"At least we should give him the opportunity to name his fate.” Dr Ann replied. Tell him the options. Let him choose. Then it is on his head and not ours. Like most men, he will probably choose death. Our problem is solved, either way."
"Cathy," Dr. Ann continued, "My reconstructive surgery on his smashed facial structure made him look nothing like his ID picture. I'm so used to working on girls that I unconsciously smoothed and feminized his features. My grafts to repair his shredded facial skin removed any possibility of a beard. If he wants to badly enough, if we can motivate him enough, perhaps he just might pull it off."
John figured that it was time to get involved in the conversation and he allowed a soft groan to seep out. "Doctor Ann, is that you?"
"I'm here, Lieutenant. Can you hear me all right? We have to talk."
"Yes, Doctor. I hear fine now and I heard what you were talking about. Who is that with you?" He turned his head toward the two women. It was the only part of his body not strapped to the bed.
"This is Headmistress Cathy. She is in charge of the White Pines Academy for Young Ladies. Mistress Cathy ...," she said, turning over the conversation to her superior.
"We have over 120 girls here, from first graders through high school seniors, Lieutenant. Some of them are daughters of the highest officials, both of the United States and the Confederation. Most of them are just ordinary girls. A few are scholarship students. In a way, we are hostage to both sides. If we favor either one, the other will destroy us.
"Do you understand the choice you have to make? If you choose to die, it will be totally painless. The only way that you can be allowed to live, is for you to follow our instructions to the letter. The slightest deviation on your part will be severely punished, as will anything less than your 100% efforts. I'll tell you right now; it will be a lot easier to die," the Headmistress concluded.
Lieutenant John Kelly, fighter pilot in the United States Air Force, made his decision.
"I'll become one of your students," he said firmly. "I was the only boy in a family with three older sisters. I don't want to die." 'Besides,' he thought, 'it won't be too hard to escape. She doesn't know enough of the rules of war to ask for my parole.'
"All right, Miss Kelly." She grinned at his discomfort at this feminization of his name. The Junior grade school girls are totally separated from the senior middle and high school girls. You can't go right into the senior program, as they all know each other and know that we have no new students. Seniors are occasionally demoted to juniors for academic and/or behavior difficulties. You are now 12 year old Kelly Johns, just demoted to the 5th grade. You will be required to act totally as a 10 year old girl. You will dress like the other little girls, attend class and gym like the other little girls, and live in the Junior Dormitory with the other little girls. You will room with my daughter, Suzy. She will be the only one to know of your past. If ANYONE else finds out, the school will loose one student to an unfortunate 'accident'. I trust my meaning is clear.
John, now Kelly, shuddered. This was even worse than he thought it would be. 'Perhaps death would be preferable after all. I'll save that as the final option,' he thought. 'Meantime, it is my duty as an Air Force officer to survive and to plan escape.' "Your meaning is clear. I will do my best," he said.
Doctor Ann moved over to his bed, hypodermic in her hand. "Every adult female in this institution is to be addressed as Ma'am. Senior girls are to be addressed as 'Miss'. This is the ultimate penalty for disobedience," she finished, waving the syringe before his eyes. He shuddered again.
"Yes, Ma'am... I understand the Headmistress' meaning and will do my best to obey all the rules."
"That's better," she said, injecting the contents of the hypo into his intravenous line. "Go to sleep, my little girl. You'll have a busy day tomorrow and little girls need their rest." The last thing he heard was, "Sweet dreams," as he drifted off to sleep.
The harsh 'chip... chip... chirp' of blue jays arguing about something outside his window gradually awakened him and he slowly realized that he had been moved during the night. His new abode featured the same snow white pine ceiling and light yellow tongue and groove walls as the infirmary. There, the similarity ended. He had never seen such a feminine room.
The windows were covered with white leaf pattern lace Priscillas, trimmed with pink chintz, tied back over sheer pink nylon cafe curtains. Large white framed Degas ballerina prints dominated the walls, their pastel colors complimenting the soft yellow background. There were two white French Provincial style twin size beds, their billowing canopies and canopy curtains comprised of white polyester, covered with tiny pink roses. The twin white Provincial makeup desks featured large mirrors surrounded by light bulbs and the two dressers were covered with floral decorated white ceramic jars and bottles.
The bathroom was off to one side of the entrance and he could see its kitten covered shower curtain hiding what appeared to be an oversized tub. An enormous walk in closet occupied the other side.
"Wow!" he said softly to himself. "My sisters would have killed to have a room like this." He was still startled at the sweet, higher pitched sound of his voice. It was then that he noticed that he was no longer wearing the plain white hospital gown he had been dressed in the night before. Instead, he wore soft, green, nylon baby doll pajamas.
As he experimentally moved his arms, he felt the elasticized ruffles of the top's lace trimmed puffed sleeves gently gripping his totally smooth arms. Apparently they had removed what little body hair he had. He didn't feel too bad, considering what he had been through, and he gingerly sat up, pushed back the white double ruffled bedspread, and swung his legs over the side. As he did so, he felt his bloomer's elasticized ruffles gently caressing his upper thighs. He slowly stood up, his feet sinking seemingly inches into the pastel confetti patterned carpet.
"Wow!" he said again.”
The door opened and in walked a lovely blonde little girl, dressed in a red plaid bibbed front pleated skirt over a puffed short sleeved white blouse.
"Hi!" she said sweetly. "You must be Kelly. You're pretty cute!" John/Kelly turned a beet red, jumped back into bed and quickly pulled up the covers. "Don't be a silly," she said, scolding. "I'm Suzy and I know all about you. Mom told me what happened. It will be so much fun helping you to be a girl!"
"Ah ... Ah ... I'm John - I mean Kelly," the blushing pilot said.
"You'll have to do better than that," Suzy giggled. "I know what boys look like. I used to have an older brother, but he got killed in the war. So did Dad," she said wistfully.
"I'm sorry," his voice trailed off. "I don't know what to say. People do things in a war that they would never do otherwise."
Suzy slowly walked over to Kelly/John and sat down next to him on the bed. He noticed tears forming in her eyes and reached over to hug her. They were almost the same size, he only a couple of inches taller and a few pounds heavier. She returned the hug and soon they were both crying softly, thinking of all the people that the war had taken.
"Suzy, I promise that I will never hurt, or help to hurt anyone here," Kelly said, surprised at his spontaneous tears. "Never, Never, Ever."
"I know Kelly... Mom said you are a nice person and now I know she was right." She sniffled and there was a long pause. "The first rule here is that we take a shower every morning and a bath every evening. Why don't you get your shower and I'll put out your uniform. OK, Kelly?"
"OK, Suzy! Thanks!" Kelly replied.
"That's OK. We're going to be sisters, Mom said, and sisters always help each other.”
'Sisters,' John mused. 'I know all about sisters, but never thought I would be one.'
He chuckled to himself as he turned on the water and stepped into the steam. As he pulled the kitten print shower curtain shut, he noticed a number of bottles racked at the lower end of the tub. 'Hmmm...' he thought. 'Might as well get used to this stuff.' He pulled out some Strawberry Shortcake body wash, applied it to a pink handled nylon puff, and set to work.
Outside, Suzy busily applied herself to the task of putting together her new sister's uniform. Kelly wasn't the first boy that she had helped become a girl, but she wasn't about to tell him that. She wasn't about to tell him that she was far older than she appeared, either. At least, not yet.
Kelly stepped out of the shower and wrapped himself in a thirsty Cannon terry cloth towel, printed with multicolored prancing poodles. He remembered how his sisters had wrapped theirs around themselves counter-clockwise and did the same. As he walked into the room, he caught a glimpse of himself in the full length mirror on the door. Except for his short hair, he looked remarkably like a pre-teen girl.
"Feel better?" Suzy asked. "Mom sent this for you, until yours grows out." She handed him a short, curly red wig. "She said that any girl named Kelly had to be a redhead."
It was the wig that did it. As John slipped it on, adjusting it as he had seen his sisters do with theirs, Kelly became real to him. He turned, gazed at himself in the mirror, and the fourth sister in his family looked back at him. "I'm Kelly," he whispered to himself. Suzy sat quietly on her bed, grinning slightly as the new girl admired herself.
"Hey, Kelly! Don't wear out the mirror. We have a whole day to do things and you're wasting it."
"OK, Suzy, You're right. What do we wear around here?"
She handed him a plain pair of pink cotton panties. "These go on first." Then she handed him a small, tight panty girdle. "This goes on next. It keeps 'things' from showing up that shouldn't. I won't peek," she said as she turned her back to him. She heard the faint rustle as the panties slid up his smooth legs, followed by a slight grunt as he wiggled the girdle into place.
"Here," she offered, handing him a white long legged ruffled bloomer.
"You have to be kidding! No one wears these any more," he complained.
"They are part of the uniform, See?" Suzy pulled up her own skirt and twirled around. Suddenly, Kelly's girdle turned even more uncomfortable as he became aroused. 'This is a little girl. I'm supposed to be a little girl too, I HAVE to be,' he thought, and his arousal diminished.
"OK, OK," he said. "I'll wear the darn thing." He slipped the ruffled panties into place. "What next?"
Suzy handed him a 30 yard multicolored nylon net petticoat and he slowly settled it into place around his hips. Then she walked into the closet and returned with a puffed short sleeved white cotton/polyester blend blouse with a cute lace trimmed Peter Pan collar. In her other hand, she held a red plaid bibbed and box pleated skirt. Its straps crossed in back and buttoned snugly inside the waist band.
He slid his arms into the blouse and Suzy helped him fasten the unfamiliar buttons. Then she dropped the skirt over his head, settled it over his bouffant petticoat, buttoned up the straps, and zipped up the back. Suzy turned Kelly around and led him to the mirror.
"You make a really cute girl, Kelly," she said softly.
Kelly gazed into the mirror. There stood two little girls, dressed identically in their Academy uniforms. "It feels so right," he murmured. "I don't understand it but it feels so right. Where are the shoes and socks?"
Suzy went back into the closet and came out with a pair of shiny black patent leather Mary Jane strapped shoes with little half inch heels. Into each one she had stuffed a soft, fluffy white knee sock. "Here you are," she said. "We don't HAVE to wear Mary Janes except to class and meals, but they look so cute that I thought you would like to wear them even though today is Saturday."
Kelly sat on the make-up desk's seat and slowly pulled up each knee sock, making sure that the rib pattern was straight. Then he slipped on the shiny black shoes, adjusting each one so its strap fit snugly over his upper instep. He stood up, reached for Suzy's hand, and walked back to the mirror. The image was complete. The former 23 year old hot fighter jock was a ten year old little girl. He grinned at their images and, still hand in hand, they turned and walked out the door, down the hall, and out into the warm sunlight.
The first thing that Kelly noticed was the way the gentle breeze played with his petticoat, tickling his bare thighs. It startled him, and, dropping Suzy's hand, he reached down and fluffed his skirt. 'That's better,' he thought, and then giggled.
"What's so funny, Kelly," Suzy wondered aloud.
"I was just thinking. I've seen my sisters fluff their skirts hundreds of times on first going outside and just now figured out why. It's a whole new world of sensations, dressing as a girl. But I guess you don't even think about it, do you?"
"Sure I do! Every girl does. Why do you think we put up with the restrictions that dresses impose? Because it feels so good; that's why."
Something struck Kelly as strange. 'How many little girls stop to think out something like that? I wonder if there is more to Suzy than meets the eye, ' he thought, and resolved to watch and listen for more anomalies.
As he looked around, the more he saw, the stranger everything seemed. The brilliant green lawn was surrounded by hundreds of gigantic white pines, many of them over 100' tall. Old growth forest; never logged, he realized. He turned and looked back at the enormous log building they had just left. It reminded him of the turn of the century lodge that his family had stayed in many years ago when they had visited Yellowstone National Park. He could barely make out other buildings, similar in architecture, deeper in the dark green forest. As Suzy guided him across the lawn toward the activity area, he asked, "Suzy, who built this place and when?"
"Mom says it is about 80 years old. Several of the lumber barons realized what they had destroyed when they clear cut almost all of Michigan. They built the original lodge as a retreat from their city existences, in the midst of the last virgin forest in all of Lower Michigan.
“ It was added on to over the years and became a school just after World War II. There is a lot more that you don't see. They did a lot of digging way back then." She stopped suddenly. She wasn't supposed to talk about the deep, enormous shelters with anyone except her mom.
They arrived at the activity area to find a fast paced game of singles badminton in progress. The court was strangely smooth, and Kelly realized that it was made of the same grass as a putting green. Two little girls, his apparent age, volleyed back in forth in intense competition.
One was dressed in a bright blue romper style outfit, its elasticized arms and legs trimmed with white ruffles. Below it she wore blue ruffled white anklets under matching blue Keds. The other was wearing a copy of his and Suzy's uniforms with white knee socks and white Keds.
"Sandy is the one in the gym suit and Brittney is the other one. They're neat, but wait 'til they finish. They're very serious players," she told him, straight faced. He looked over as she cracked a wide grin.
"Some times they pretend that they are in the Wimbledon Cup finals. We Juniors aren't allowed to play tennis." Finally, Brittney jumped high in the air, missed the shot, and fell to the ground in a red plaid tangle of skirts and petticoats. Kelly realized just how high Brittney had gone and wondered where she had learned to jump like a pro basketball player. Her style reminded him of the old time player Dennis Rodman.
"The winner and still champeen," Sandy shouted gleefully, rushing to help her friend up.
"Great try, Brittney!" Suzy called. "I have someone for you to meet."
The girls turned, startled, and proceeded to study Kelly closely. New students were rare, now that there was a war on. Kelly, worried that they might discover he was a guy in skirts, looked down at the ground and traced circles in the grass with one Mary Jane shod foot, as he had seen his youngest sister do.
"You don't have to be ashamed, Kelly," Suzy said softly. "You're not the first girl here to tangle with Miss Hootch and loose." Miss Hootch, the Senior English and Political Science teacher was notorious for strictness. "Kelly was a 10th grader. Now she is back to 5th with us."
"Ah, that makes sense," Sandy said. "You seemed kind of uncomfortable. They haven't bounced anyone in a long time. What did you do?"
Kelly thought fast. "Well ... I read a book of Dad's one time that told how to make an electronic dog whistle that people couldn't hear. I made one, but tuned it so that we kids could hear it and she couldn't. It drove everyone in her class nuts 'til they figured it out. Now I'm here." John had actually done that when he was in High School and wound up suspended for two weeks.
"That's neat, Kelly! We'll make sure you have lots of fun. Besides, Brittney doesn't always have enough time to help us with our homework," Sandy bubbled. "She transferred from another school just after the darn war started. I'm such an air head that I can use all the help I can get."
"I'll be glad to get together with you, Kelly, and work out a schedule to help the other girls," Brittney said, looking him straight in the eye. "I'm sure we have a lot to talk about."
"Any time," Kelly said. 'Uh oh,' he thought. 'Fifteen minutes out of the room and I am in trouble all ready.'
Suzy, sensing Kelly's dismay, said, "How about we make it doubles, for the Saturday badminton championship?"
"You're on!" Sandy shouted. "Grab one of the extra racquets. First team to make 21 wins." Sandy and Brittney went to their end of the court and huddled to discuss strategy. Kelly and Suzy did the same.
"Kelly, you take the back and I'll take the front. Brittney gets lucky with those jumps sometimes, but not always. Try to get the bird high enough to make her reach for it. You're doing fine. Don't worry about Brittney finding out about you. She has her own problems here."
"OK, Suzy," he said, and went to get their racquets. 'I wonder what kind of problems,' he mused. 'There's something strange about her, but I can't put my finger on it.'
Sandy lobbed the bird over the net and the game started. Soon, the court became a blur of little girls running, jumping, and swinging their racquets. Before long, it was a tie - 20 all. Kelly served; a high hard shot straight at Brittney. Again, that fantastic jump, and the bird came streaking back toward Kelley. Up he jumped, as high as he could. He was just a fraction of a second late and bent over backwards to try for it anyway. He missed, tumbling to the ground shoulders first. His legs shot straight up, one Mary Jane shoe flew off and his petticoat floated down over his head, leaving his ruffled panties in full view of the girls.
"Woof!" he said, the air temporarily knocked out of him. The other girls rushed over and started helping him to his feet. 'I can't believe it,' he thought, 'Beaten by a couple of little girls!'
"That was one heck of a try, Kelly! You can play on my team anytime!" Suzy exclaimed.
"That sure was, Kelly!" Sandy added. "I'm so glad that you joined us." She rushed over and hugged him. Startled, he automatically hugged her back, instinctively doing what he had seen his sisters do. Suzy grinned at him and winked.
"See, Kelly? It won't be so bad with us juniors, will it?" Suzy asked. 'He's off to a great start, if he can just keep it up.' she thought. 'I can't let him get too close to Brittney, though. She talks too much about things she shouldn't'
The sun started to dip beneath the tall tree tops and cool shadows slowly marched across the warm grass. Worn out by the hard fought match, the girls sat on the white lawn chairs provided for spectators and started chatting about books they were reading, the dolls they had, and how nice the day had been.
Kelly settled thankfully into one of the chairs, fortunately remembering to smooth his skirts as he did so. He let the conversation flow around him, answering only when a question was directed his way, memorizing the give and take patterns of little girls' conversation. It was so unlike the guys’ conversations he was familiar with, where each guy tried to top the others. It seemed like the girls had an unwritten agreement to bring each other's thoughts out and to encourage each other to participate. It reminded him of childhood with his three sisters.
"What do you think, Kelly?"
"Hunh?" he replied, startled.
"I said, 'Which is your favorite Barbie?'" Sandy repeated. John hadn't kept up with Barbies since he had last played with his sisters over ten years ago.
"Well ...," he said, stalling for time and deciding to go with the truth. "I haven't had Barbies in a long time. Patty Play Pal was always my favorite doll." he recalled, remembering all the hours he had spent with the life-sized doll during his pre-school years. He had forgotten all about her, and the matching outfits his sisters had made for both him and the doll.
Brittney gave him one of her long looks. "Kelly, I never told anyone this before, but Patty was my favorite too ... for a long time ... " her voice trailed off. “Sometimes I still miss her. Mom made us matching outfits when I was little."
"My sisters did that for me, too. You look so sad, Brittney. Did something happen to your mom?" he asked.
"We were in a tornado; down in Illinois ... it was a long time ago. Both Mom and Dad were killed. The men who found me laughed because I still had the doll and we were dressed alike. They took Patty away. I went to live with my Aunt. Now I live here ... “her voice trailed off again and suddenly she seemed both younger and much older than the ten year old she appeared to be.
Kelly moved closer and put his arms around the little girl, who now seemed so far away. She wrapped her arms around him and they clung to each other. Slowly, gradually, Brittney came back to the present.
"You hug good, Kelly. You remind me of Mom. I'm glad you came. Will you be my friend?"
"Sure I will, Brittney," the former fighter jock said. "I'm glad I'm here with you too."
"Kids," Suzy interjected, "it's getting late. We need to get cleaned up and changed for dinner. Come on, Kelly, race you to the room!" Suzy and Kelly raced off through the shadows, skirts and petticoats flying, down the corridor, and into their room. Kelly was surprised how hard he had to run to keep up with Suzy. Both collapsed onto their beds.
"Whew!" Kelly said. "What a lovely afternoon. What's with Brittney?"
"I don't know, exactly. She came here just before the war started. I heard about the tornado, but not much else. She has a special pass to go to a doctor down in Chicago every 3 months. She gets like she was this afternoon, sort of far away like, a week or two before she goes. I really feel sorry for her - she is such a sweet girl."
"There is something else about her though, Suzy, but I can't quite put my finger on it."
"Leave it alone for now, Kelly. I would tell you if I could, but I can't. At least, not right now ... you'll have to trust me, OK?"
"OK. Say, what time is dinner?"
"Gosh, we only have an hour, and we both have to take baths and get dressed. Saturday dinner is formal. You get your bubble bath first and I'll lay out your outfit. Wait 'till you see it!" Suzy enthused.
While Suzy went in to start filling the enormous tub, Kelly started taking off his uniform. The first thing to go was the curly red wig, which he set carefully on the wig head thoughtfully mounted on his dresser. He tried to reach around to zip down his plaid skirt, but he was still a bit stiff from the ejection and couldn't quite make it, no matter how hard he tried.
"Suzy, could you help me with my skirt?" he called, embarrassed at having to have a little girl help him get undressed.
"Sure, Kelley. Still sore?"
Sure enough, Suzy came back, unzipped his skirt and unbuttoned the crossed shoulder straps.
"Thanks, Suzy," he said, slipping the fluffy petticoat down his legs and stepping out of it. He carefully unbuckled his Mary Janes, and then rolled down each knee sock. This left him in only the ruffled white panties and panty girdle.
"Ah, Suzy. Do I have a robe or something around here?" he asked, embarrassed to go any further. She tossed him a lovely pink nylon shorty robe with a classic "Little Mermaid" print on it. He wrapped it around himself and headed off into the bathroom for his mandatory bubble bath.
The sweet scent of bananas filled the steamy room and the suds covering the enormous tub were at least two feet deep. He slipped off the robe and hung it on the hook thoughtfully provided. Then he slid down the ruffled panties and peeled off the girdle, scratching at the red marks it had left around his tummy. A long, heartfelt "Ahhhhhh....... “ escaped from his lips. The girdle hadn't been too bad while it was on, but having it off was sheer luxury by comparison.
"Hey Kelly, are you decent? I'm coming in."
"Just a second," he called back, slipping quickly into the delightfully hot water. "Come on in if you want, Suzy."
Suzy giggled as she stepped into the steam. She, too, was wearing a shortie robe, exactly like Kelly's except that hers had a Cinderella print. "You look so cute, Kelly, even without your wig. I'll bet you didn't get too many bubble baths in the Air Force!"
"No, we didn't. Miss Piggy's Hubba Bubble Banana Bubble Bath isn't government issue for sure." He giggled.
"Here, lean forward and I'll scrub your back," Suzy offered. He wasn't sure that he should take her up on her offer, but leaned forward anyway. She took a nylon puff on a long pink handle and set to work. Up and down, up and down, back and forth. He was grateful for the suds as he was becoming aroused again.
"OK, Kelly, lean back now and I'll do the other side." He was definitely sure that he shouldn't lean back, but he was loosing control of himself and did anyway.
"Suzy, this isn't right. I'm a grown man, in spite of the way I dress and act here. You know that and I know that. You don't know what you are getting into. Just knock this off and go back in the other room, OK?" She brought the puff around to his front and started scrubbing his chest. Up and down, up and down.
Suzy gave a long sigh. "Kelly, I wasn't going to tell you this for a while, but I guess I have to. Mom brought us here fifteen years ago. I was five years old when we got here. Do the math ..."
He thought it out, then thought some more. "You're telling me that you are twenty? I don't believe you. If that's so, what are you doing here pretending to be ten? I have to. I have no choice. It just doesn't make any sense." The puff continued moving, gradually working lower into the suds.
"Kelly, Mom will verify everything. I'm a sophomore at Northern Michigan University at Marquette. I'm majoring in Forest Product Engineering. I LIKE playing little girl. I always have. Mom knows, so do a couple of the other girls. The rest of them think that I am just a summer student because I always spend my summers here, sometimes more than the summer when the school has someone special. I've dated a few times. I'm not a virgin, but most guys are so rough."
The puff tickled his genitals, and then slithered down his right leg. Up and down, up and down it went. Then she moved the puff to the left leg. It continued moving up and down, up and down.
"Suzy, you're driving me nuts," he moaned.
"I know," she giggled. "That's the general idea. Come on, time for the shower to wash off the soap. I have to get my tub too." She reached down into the suds and grabbed his hand, pulling him up as he stepped out of the tub. She wrapped him with a pink fluffy towel, led him over to the large tiled shower stall, and turned on the water. His erection made an obvious tent in the front of the towel. She unwrapped him and slipped him into the warm, steamy flood.
"Ahhh ...” he groaned, and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of the water running over his skin. Moments later, the gentle touch of Suzy's fingers stroking his back was added to that of the flowing water. "I thought you were going to take your bath?"
"To Hell with the damn bath!" Her suddenly adult tone confirmed her story. She reached around his hips and the practiced ease with which she slipped a condom onto his still rigid penis provided further conformation.
Kelly/John turned and gazed at her slender body, free of the binder that had confined her perfect breasts. He embraced her, inserting himself into her as he did so. This time the "Ahhh...." was mutual. The warm water continued to pour over them, enhancing their shared sensations.
Slowly, the rhythm as old as mankind established itself, carrying both higher and higher. In and out, in and out, in and out, in and ... ... their explosions were simultaneous, taking them over the top in a way that had never happened for either of them before. Gradually, they descended, the warm water easing the remaining tensions of both of the lovers.
"Wow!" they exclaimed, again simultaneously, and then both giggled. Kelly turned off the shower and they dried each other with the thirsty Cannon towels. Then they slipped on their nylon shorty robes, but this time Kelly wore the Cinderella and Suzy wore the Little Mermaid.
As he walked back into their room, still high from their sexual encounter, he saw the outfit that Suzy had laid out for him and stopped dead. It was gorgeous!
The dress was classic little girl; from it's short puffed sleeves, finished off with elasticized ruffles, to the white lace trimmed round Peter Pan collar. Made of lovely starched cotton in a dramatic black and white plaid, its fitted waist flared rapidly to make an extremely bouffant above the knee skirt that looked to be at least ten feet around. Next to it, lay a starched white eyelet cotton pinafore, with wide ruffled shoulder straps and long two inch wide ties that would obviously form an enormous bow behind his back.
"Words just fail me," he said, sighing, as he drank in the beautiful sight. "It's so old fashioned, though. Come to think of it, all the clothing styles that I've seen here are over fifty years old. What gives?"
"As the '60s progressed, it became evident to the Board of Directors that the 1950s represented the height of femininity. Girls strove to be as lovely as possible and made every effort to embody sweetness and purity. They decided to dedicate White Pines Academy to keeping those ideals alive, in both dress and action. What has happened to society since then has confirmed the wisdom of that decision," she explained.
"I never thought of it before, but you're right," he decided. "The military is the last remaining honorable institution, and even that is starting to slip." He thought of the atrocities committed by both Government Rebel forces.
"Enough of that, Lets get you dressed!" Suzy exclaimed, eager to see him in the lovely outfit. She handed him a pair of white, lace trimmed nylon panties and watched has he slowly pulled them up, tucking his member back between his legs. Next came the panty girdle, insuring his now flaccid penis would remain that way, no matter what.
"Sit down," she ordered, and rolled opaque white tights up his legs, smoothing them around his restricted genitals and waist. Then she stood him up and dropped that lovely dress over his head. Pushing its puffed sleeves into position, she straightened the collar, and pulled the long zipper closed, hooking the dress together at the top. As she did so, she felt him shiver.
"There's no way you can get out of this dress without my taking it off you," she teased him. "You look so sweet that I may just keep you in it forever." He shivered again. Her statement both frightened and intrigued him.
"Forever is a long time," he replied, "but it sure is fun for now."
She brought out the petticoat. "This has over seventy yards of taffeta and net," she told him, setting it on the floor. "Step into it and I'll help you get it settled in properly." He bent over and started to pick it up, but she stopped him.
"Kelly, don't you know anything? Girls don't bend over at the waist and show their ruffled panties to everyone. They bend at the knees."
"Oh," he said, blushing furiously as he followed her instructions.
She wiggled the petticoat's elastic waist into position and fluffed his bouffant skirt. Then she slipped his patent leather Mary Janes over his tights, their one inch ankle straps located much further back on his instep than the ones on his everyday pair, and fastened them snugly.
"There, she said." Go put on your wig while I get myself dressed."
Kelly moved to the dresser, picked up his curly red wig into which Suzy had tied a giant white eyelet cotton bow, and carried it over to the mirror. He settled it gently over his short hair and stepped back to take in his total presentation.
"Wow!" he said slowly, entranced. Reflected in the mirror was the most feminine little girl he had ever seen. From the tips of his lovely patent leather shoes to the tips of his white hair bow, the entire outfit said, 'This is a little girl who enjoys being a girl.'
He stared into the image, speechless, swaying to and fro, bathed in the lovely sensations of petticoats stroking his thighs, hair gently tickling his neck, and his genitals struggling without success to escape from their confinement. Gradually, an enormous smile tugged at his cheeks and the glow of total happiness shown from his lovely green eyes.
"Hey, Beautiful! Wake up," Suzy called. He had almost hypnotized himself!
"Make room for me too." He blinked and moved to share the mirror with Suzy. Her dress was similar in style to his, but made of shiny white taffeta printed with lovely red roses and tied with a long green ribbon sash with its bow on her left side. In her hair was a bright green ribbon, also tied on the left side. She was lovely, but although he was slightly taller than she, he looked far younger. She was obviously the older sister.
"You're so cute!" they said simultaneously, and then laughed.
"Let me get just a touch of lipstick on us and then we have to hurry or we'll be late. You definitely do NOT want to be late for dinner," she warned, as she touched his lips with a soft pink high gloss lipstick. "There, the perfect touch. I'll get your nails when we get back," she promised.
Their Mary Janes clicking on the mirror polished hardwood floor, they walked hand in hand, into the refectory. Its vaulted ceiling, held up by enormous timber trusses, soared at least thirty feet above them. Forty tables, each seating four girls or staff members, came nowhere close to filling the enormous room. 'What a dance you could hold here,' Kelly thought. Suzy showed them to their table and grinned at his discomfort as he plopped down on the antique oak chair.
'Something is wrong, I don't fit!' He looked over at Suzy and saw her mischievous grin. After a moment's thought, he realized that the chair's proportions, as well as those of their table, dishes, and silverware, were a good fifteen percent oversized. They had obviously been designed to make the table's occupants feel lots smaller than they really were. His feet didn't even touch the floor!
"Kelly Johns!" He looked up, startled at hearing his name called from the Headmistress' table. "I see that you are still not convinced that rules are made to be followed."
"Kelly, don't blow it!" Suzy hissed, her lips motionless. "You plopped, not sat, down, you didn't smooth your skirt, and worse, you didn't go directly to her when called!" Her table mates, Sandy and Brittney looked on in horror as he continued to sit there, stunned.
"Kelly, come here RIGHT NOW!" There was rage in her voice that didn't sound simulated.
Slowly, he stood up, brushed his skirt into place, and walked as gracefully as he could to the head table. There was dead silence as a hundred and twenty pair of eyes stared at him in anticipation.
Headmistress Cathy stood and walked slowly around the head table, took Kelly's hand and led the terrified fighter pilot over to a strange object secured to a raised platform alongside.
It was similar in shape to a carpenter's saw horse, but much sturdier although narrower and taller. Its center bar was heavily padded and covered with thick maroon velvet. Strong, wide black grosgrain ribbons were tied securely through holes bored near the bottom of each oaken leg.
"Bend over," she said with contempt, shoving his top half over the padded bar, "and stay there." He complied, instantly recognizing the command tone of her voice. She stooped and tied his trembling wrists to two of the device's legs.
"As this is your first punishment as a junior, I will be merciful and only award ten strokes. Any repetition of your offenses will be met with far more severe discipline," she said forcefully. "Understood?"
"Yes M ... Ma'am. I ... I understand." he said, the quiver obvious in his new high pitched voice.
"Good, Kelly. This hurts me more than it will you," she said, reaching down and flipping his skirt and petticoats up and over his head.
His pantied bottom was exposed to everyone, student and staff alike. A cool breeze played around his legs as the Headmistress reached into a pocket of her skirt, drew out a thin leather glove, and slowly smoothed it onto her right hand. Satisfied, she moved alongside the punishment bar, swung back her arm, and struck with full force on the two layers of nylon covering Kelly's tender bottom.
Crack!
"Ouch!" cried the stricken Kelly and tears of both pain and humiliation came to his eyes. Looking back under the bar, he saw smiles of anticipation from a few of the girls.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Each blow was delivered with full force and measured regularity.
Kelly was now crying for all he was worth. His bottom felt like a blow torch was playing over it and his legs were kicking up and down as if they had minds of their own. With each blow, he felt himself slipping back further in age, becoming closer with each strike to the age he appeared to be, that he had to be.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Kelly was sobbing wildly now. "I'll be good!" he screamed. "I'll be a good little girl! I'll be good, really I will," he sobbed, actually reverting to the age of little girl that he appeared to be.
"I know you will, Kelly, I know you will," Cathy said gently, her gloved hand messaging the back of his neck, calming him down. "You're my good little girl, aren't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am," he said. The audience smiled and nodded, knowing that rarely was a second session necessary.
"You will remain in this position while the rest of he girls finish their suppers. Then you may return to your room. Tomorrow, you will get a fresh start."
Gradually, murmured conversations resumed as the rest of the girls helped themselves to the lasagna, whose delicious odor gradually worked its way over to the still gently sobbing Kelly. When supper was finished, and each table captain had supervised the clearing of her table, the girls were dismissed. Doctor Ann came over, untied Kelly's wrists, and helped him fluff his petticoats and skirts into their proper position.
Suzy walked over, her taffeta dress and petticoats swishing, and put her arm around Kelly. Silently, they walked back to their room, Kelly's bottom stinging as if hundreds of bees had attacked him.
"That was a set-up, Suzy, wasn't it," he asked as she closed their door, puzzled and resentful that she hadn't warned him so that his punishment could be avoided.
"Yes, it was. Other than a sore bottom, how do you feel? Little, feminine, and helpless, Right?" she asked.
"How long do you think you would have survived here with that cocky, fighter pilot attitude you had today? Even Brittney spotted what you were right off, but she was too nice to say anything. There ARE other boys here, living as girls for one reason or another. Everyone knows who they are and loves them as they are. Mom told you. YOU have to be perfect! If anyone suspects, we're ALL dead!"
"I'm sorry I blamed you." There was a long silence as the two apparent little girls looked at each other. "I love you, Suzy," Kelly/John said softly. "You're right. If that was the price to be paid to keep you safe, then it was worth it."
"Kelly, I love you too. The boys I dated at college scared me, with their phony macho attitudes, and crazy driving. They were trying to use me to prove to themselves that they were men. You, you are my other half. I have a lot of masculine in me and you have a lot of feminine in you, and I love that."
Slowly, the two drew together and gently kissed, each tasting the creamy lipstick of the other. Their kisses led into an embrace that lasted for a long time, both bodies seeming to their owners to flow together into one. Long minutes later, they separated, each surprised at the intensity of the feelings for the other.
"Lie down on your tummy and I'll put some Solarcain on your bottom. I'm sure that it hurts. Don't worry about your dress, I like you that way," she said, heading into the bathroom for the ointment.
Kelly complied, wondering if he should tell her how much he liked it too. He felt as right in his lovely dress as he had wearing the school uniform. He lay down on the rose print bedspread, straightening his skirt and petticoats as Suzy returned.
"You look so cute," she said, pulling up his petticoat and stripping off his shoes, tights, panty girdle, and panties.
"Oh, Kelly!" she cried as she saw his flame red bottom. She sprayed the pain killer liberally on his tortured posterior and the redness slowly died down. "How's that?"
"A lot better," he said, gratefully. He rolled over on his side and looked down at her. His penis arose from its confinement. Suzy looked back up at him.
"Care to do something about that?" He smiled.
She licked her lips and slowly snaked her head up under his petticoat, taking him in her mouth. Her tongue curled around his penis and started slowly moving up and down its ridged shaft. He moaned as she increased the rhythm, moving in time to his increasing thrusts. She felt the tiny spurts of pre-ejaculate and then the salty gush filled her throat as his cries filled her ears.
In moments, it was over and she swallowed greedily.
"Mmmmmm ... ," she said. He reached down and ruffled her hair.
"That was wonderful, Suzy. I owe you one."
"Lovers never keep track," she replied. "We have a long time to worry about who owes what to whom. Let's get ready for bed, OK?"
"Sure," he replied, working himself to his feet. "Will you help me with my dress? I really can't get this hook unfastened."
She let him free of his feminine prison and they slipped on matching baby doll pajamas, hers blue and his green. The smooth nylon felt comforting to his tortured bottom as he slipped back into bed, pulled his Suzy close to him, and turned off the lights.
NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR
The ejection into a thunderstorm described in the opening of this story has actually happened, at least once. Over an hour and a half later, the badly battered pilot landed almost eighty miles from his ejection position.
The first growth forest in this story is real, and there is rumored to be a lodge much like White Pines Academy at its center.
Note: TG crossdressing schoolgirl forced or blackmailed age regression rated-M |
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