TITLE    : Never Wanted To Be Your Girlfriend Ch. 04
STORYID  : never-wanted-to-be-your-girlfriend-ch-04
SUMMARY  : Andi is the new girl at school.
AUTHOR   : Andi_Lembke@lit
DATE     : 2012-10-28
CATEGORY : transgender-crossdressers
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |forced feminization|stuck|corsets|transformed|blackmail|caught|bondage|videotaped|against my will|


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8:20am Monday Morning



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"...You can't be serious, Mike. There is no way anyone is gonna believe me," I whispered intensely.



I was sitting in the school office dressed in the patently ridiculous outfit Michael had picked out for me that morning, waiting to see the principal over my "disruptive" behavior. I just glared open-mouthed at Mike as he patted me on the head and smiled.



"It's gonna work great, Andi. Just trust me," he said, and then walked out of the office.



I watched him walk down the hall back to class, and it was then that I saw my mother walk in through the font door of the school and approach the office. I was horrified....



---- Wait.... Maybe I better bring you up to speed. ----



In case you've forgotten how we...or rather, I, got here: Three days ago I accidentally leaked my secret fantasy about wishing I was a hot girl to Michael, who seized the opportunity to reveal his own cross dressing desires. Which led to us both getting dressed up like sluts, and sneaking into a night club, but not before I stupidly allowed Michael to superglue my junk down into a smooth tuck which has the awful consequence that whenever I get turned-on the pain is so intense that I can't stand it, and need to be ass-fucked to release the tension. 



This of course gets us back to the night club where I got so wasted I wound up sleeping with Michael's step brother Derrick, who filmed the whole damned thing. Derrick then threatened to upload the video which showed me in the throes of ecstasy begging to be fucked like a slut unless I agreed to be his "girlfriend." A situation made worse by Michael who had intended for me to be HIS personal fuck toy, and became insanely jealous of me being with Derrick. He managed to get a copy of the video from Derrick, and decided to punish me with it. He threatened to upload the video himself unless I agreed to come to school as Andi. Which brings us to earlier this morning...



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6:15am Monday Morning:



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I stood on the sidewalk outside Michael's house. He had said 6:30am, and I was fifteen minutes early. I didn't want to risk being late. He had said there would be consequences if I was. I paced back and forth, nervous. I prayed that when I knocked on the door, Mike would say he was just joking, and I wouldn't have to go through with it. I steeled myself for the worst, and walked to the door. I looked at my reflection in glass portal of the door. The way Michael had shaped my eyebrows was unmistakably girly, despite what he had promised me when I allowed him to do it. I definitely looked a bit girly. I raised my hand to knock on the door when it opened and standing there was Michael.



"Right on time. Good girl," he grinned devilishly as he let me in.



"Mike, you're not gonna make me do this for real, are you?"



"Oh, absolutely. Now get in the bathroom, and get naked, we got a lotta work to do."



I groaned, rolled my eyes, and did as he demanded.



Michael had me shave my legs and pits again so they'd be smooth, and then sat me down to curl my hair. He combed my bangs down in front of my face, and before I could even react he took a pair of scissors and lopped off a chunk of my 14 inch bangs right in the center, which now hung down to my nose but with a jagged cut.



"Fuck, Mike. You didn't say you were gonna cut my hair."



He slapped me up side the head.



"If you ever speak to me in your boy voice again. I'll cut your dick off, got it?"



"Sorry," I said switching to my girl voice.



"But you're right the cut is pretty sloppy. I guess I better clean those up," he said as he went to work evening them up, and tapering the long bangs around the edges.



He then took two pretty pink scrunchies with long blue satin ribbons hanging off them and tied my hair into anime-esque twin tails that sat high on my head, the sides of my bangs hung down in cute whisps. Even without make-up I was definitely cute.



"There. Juliette from Lollipop Chainsaw would be proud," he said as he wrapped a white robe around me, and led me back to his room.



Michael plopped me down into the make-up chair where he had first made me up, and went to work. He gave me a more fresh faced look than the slutty smoky look I had all weekend - he glued some false eyelashes on that weren't ostentatiously long, but still luscious, purple eyeshadow with blue Mascara that brought out my green eyes, light pink blush, and matching pink lipgloss. I marveled at how different I looked form the other night. Less of a slut, but extremely girly.



He cinched me into a matted white under-bust bridal corset which gave me a very sensual shape, and then added a powder blue pair of satin and lace panties, a white garter belt and white lace top stockings with big light blue satin bows on the back, and then handed me a baby blue blue plaid layer skirt. I stepped into it, and pulled it up. Michael zipped up the back. I checked it out in the mirror.



"I can't wear this to school," I complained.



"Why not? It's part of a school girl uniform."



"We go to public school!! And from what school is this from? The Horny Japanese Anime Academy? It's too short!"



"It comes to your middle thigh, that's regulation."



Guys will be looking up my skirt all day."



"And you're point is?"



"What are you doing to me? The last thing I want to do is draw attention to myself."



"Darling, look in the mirror. Do you see any trace of Andy in there?"



I looked at myself in the mirror, and sighed. He was right, my own mother wouldn't recognize me.



"Fine," I breathed



Then came the bra. I had wondered why I was wearing an under-bust corset, and we hadn't bothered with the silicon inserts, and now I knew. It was a white microfiber bra that had what looked like C-cup sized silicon breast shaped suction cups woven into it, Michael slipped it onto me, and clasped it closed in the back.



"This is a Brava..."



He pressed a button at my cleavage area, and I could feel the suction cups seal, and the Bra began to tug on my breasts.



"...It has a tiny super-quiet motor in it, that will periodically activate and pump up your boobs."



"It's gonna do what?" I asked.



"It'll give you boobies. It'll take all day for it to work, but by the time you get home from school, you'll have perky little A cups for Derrick to play with."



"No way. Take it off, " I protested.



"It's not permanent. The swelling goes down overnight. Unless you are on hormones it won't make your boobies grow permanently."



"I don't care, I'm not modifying my body for you or Derrick."



I reached back and tried to undo the bra.



"Do I have to explain what happens with the video every time you don't like my decisions, or will this be the last time?" Michael asked impatiently.



I hung my head in defeat. If Michael want to send me to school dressed as Batgirl, there wasn't much I could really do about it. Michael smiled at my reaction. He handed me a white microfiber camisole that served to smooth out the lines created by the corset and the Brava. He then handed me a white long sleeve girls dress shirt which befuddled me at first when I slipped it on.



"The buttons are on the wrong side."



"Of course they are. all girl shirts have the buttons on the left."



As I struggled to button the shirt Michael slipped a standard girl's school uniform tie around my neck, and fit it into the collar of the shirt. He added a medium gray vest to the mix. I looked at the completed ensemble in the mirror. The shirt, vest and tie were in such stark contrast to my anime-esque hair, and sexy skirt and stockings, but the combination was stunning. 



"I almost forgot."



Michael went to his closet and pulled out a pair of shiny black patent pumps for my feet that buckled around the ankle. I sat down, and put on the shoes. When I finished, He handed me 2 little pink rhinestone studs for my ears along with a silver heart pendant, and a silver serpentine bracelet, and a packet of ice pink press on nails.



"Here. You can take care of these, and I'll go get us some breakfast."



I had pierced my ears years ago. I double pierced the left to offset the right so people wouldn't think I was gay... but apparently that was now a moot point. I put on the jewelry first, and then went to work gluing the tips onto my nails - being careful not to use the heavy duty stuff so I could get them off without my parents noticing. I had never had long nails or wore tips before, so they felt weird, and it took some getting used to.



Michael came back into the room with a half-eaten plate of scrambled eggs, and 2 glasses of orange juice. He sat down at his desk and dug into the rest of the eggs.



"Hey, where's mine?", I asked.



"Oh, shit. I completely spaced it, hang on."



Michael stood up unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.



"Here ya go."



I looked up at him as if to say, "Are you serious?" He shook his manhood at me.



"You want breakfast or not?"



"Nevermind."



I could always grab something from the food cart before class, but I made a mental note to eat before I left the house form now on.



Michael laughed and put his dick away. And handed me the other glass of OJ. Which I took. I downed it hungrily, as he finished his breakfast.



I pulled my keys, wallet and phone out of my pants and went to put them in my backpack. Michael stopped me.



"Not so fast, girly."



He reached under his desk and pulled out a shiny pink backpack, and a very elegant black Prada purse and handed them to me. 



"These used to be Britney's, but they are yours now. I think you know what to do with them."



I hung my head. I transferred my books and stuff into the backpack. Inside the purse was a matching wallet/pocketbook I transferred all my stuff into it as well. I hoped this wouldn't last past today, but it was looking like Michael was making this a regular thing. He picked up the make-up he had used on me from the Vanity and put it in my purse as well. He glanced at the wall clock. it was 7:30.



"Well, we better get moving. You know how bent out of shape Mrs. Kring can get when you are late."



I gulped. We were really doing this. My knees were wobbly as I stood. I looked one last time in the closet mirror. I was gorgeous. Way too gorgeous. There would be nowhere to hide. I was easily one of the sexiest girls in school. This could only end poorly.



Britney poked her head in.



"C'mon, Mike it's time to go-- Oh, sorry...", 



Britney stopped speaking mid sentence when she saw me. She studied me carefully, and then started giggling hysterically. 



"Oh, shit. I gotta admit, Andy. You are one sexy bitch."



She turned to Michael, "How'd you get him to agree to this? It's not even Halloween yet?"



"Don't be rude, Brit. This was her idea. Andrea is just expressing her true self, and we should support her choice to come out to her friends and peers, and not mock her."



My jaw dropped. Michael winked at me. I really fucking hated him. Britney looked confused for a second, then took it to heart.



"Oh...I'm sorry, Andi. That was incredibly insensitive of me. You look... very pretty."



"Thank you," I said reluctantly.



"Well, I'm gonna be late for work if we don't get moving," Britney popped off, as she spun her keys around her finger.



Britney dropped us off in front of the school, and immediately as I stepped out of the car heads were turning. I kept my head down and kept pace with Michael and tried not to look anyone in the eye. Michael giggled a bit.



"Every guy on campus is checking you out."



"It's not funny, Mike."



"C'mon you have to admit that it feels good to be that hot."



I hated to agree with him, but it actually turned me on a bit to see how all the guys were looking at me.



"I hate you," I smiled.



Michael smiled back.



We entered class and sat down, as the bell rang. I made sure to sweep my hand behind my skirt so it wouldn't flare out as I sat, and leave me sitting on just my undies. I pulled out my notebook, and a pen as our Spanish teacher, Mrs. Kring, came in the class and looked over the roll. Her eyes locked on me. She looked from her chart to me and back to her chart.



"Excuse me, young lady. I don't think you are in my class. If you and Mr. Lembke are playing some sort of game, I suggest you do it to another teacher. I'm not in the mood."



Oh shit. This part never occurred to me. How do I explain myself.



"Um.... I... Mrs. Kring...." I stammered.



Michael interrupted, "Mrs. Kring, I think what Andi is saying is that she is in this class."



Kring gave Michael a quizzical stare.



"Mrs Kring, this is Andi. Andi Lembke."



"Don't play with me, Michael. I'm not blind. I know what Andrew Lembke looks like, and---"



"It's me, Mrs Kring," I spoke using my boy voice.



A shocked gasp swept over the room. A few murmurs of "fag" and "fucking tranny" could be heard. I felt like crying. 



"Well, Mr. Lembke, unless sanctioned by the school, I can't have you dressed like this in my class it's clearly a distraction. You need to see the principal."



She wrote out a hall pass, and placed it on the end of her desk. I packed up my things and looked at Michael who was stifling his laughter. He did this just to embarrass me. This was anything but seamless. Everybody in school was gonna know my secret. I was totally fucked. I gave him the evil eye, and he burst out laughing.



"Mr. Keller, you can take your snide laughter with you to see the Dean." 



She wrote out a pass for Michael as well. The whole class quietly snickered as I left the room in shame. I waited for Michael in the hallway. When he rounded the corner I punched him in the arm.



"You fucking asshole. You outted me. Everybody in school will know by lunch."



"Yeah, it's awesome. I told you I'd make you pay for fucking Derrick."



"Fuck you, and your brother. I'm going home."



"I don't think so. Your secret is out. There's really no going back from this. BUT they still don't know what a cock hungry slut you are, and unless you want the whole world to know that too, you'll do exactly as I say."



Fuck. That was definitely worse. I could move after graduation where nobody knows me, but that damn video spreading over the internet could ruin me.



"Fine. What do you want me to say?"



"You are going to tell them this was part of our Sociology research on the effects of discrimination on minority groups. Our assignment was to give a perspective on discrimination towards women and gays. So, in order to really know the sociological and emotional ramifications of being a woman in this society you had to experience it first hand. And due to the nature of the research you could also experience the discrimination towards the transgender community. This is all temporary. You'll live like this till Christmas break when the report is due, and then come back next semester as Andy."



He was making a lot of sense. But every time he had convinced me that everything would be fine, and each time things got progressively worse.



We entered the office, and presented our slips. The office aide, Ms. Gaithier did a double take after she saw the name on my pink slip. She awkwardly pointed me toward the bench outside the principal's office. Michael was ushered into the Dean's office right away, and came out after about two minutes of apologizing. He sat on the bench next to me.



"Three days detention. Looks like you're walking home alone, chica. Or you could give your boyfriend a call and see if he'll pick you up."



"Very funny."



I started to feel nauseous. I bent over and put my head between my legs. Michael gently rubbed my back.



"Stick to the plan and you'll be fine..."



"But what about my parents and Derrick?"



"Dude, Derrick has never had a girlfriend longer than a month. He'll likely lose interest by Halloween. Your parents might freak at first, but what's more noble than walking a mile in someone else's shoes to raise awareness for gay and women's rights? Your mom will eat that shit up, and then she'll bring your dad around. And if all else fails, tell them the truth, that you want to be a girl. You've wanted it your whole life, and it was either this, or suicide. That'll shut 'em up right quick."



------ and...I think this is where we came in. -----



My mom came into the office and looked around confused. I tried not to make eye contact. She hadn't yet noticed her son dressed like a female anime character sitting ten feet away. Principal Myers came out to greet her, and escorted her into the office. He looked at me sternly as he closed his door. I could see through the glass portal that the two of them were conversing, but the room must have been sound proof, cuz I couldn't hear a word. The principal pointed at me vehemently. My mother turned slowly and walked to the window. Her jaw dropped as she stared at me in disbelief. She opened the door.



"Andy?"



"Hi, mom," I said meekly



My mom was flabbergasted. She looked me up and down several times and shrugged.



"Come here, honey," She beckoned me into the office.



I went in and said exactly what Michael told me to say. My mother sat for what seemed like eternity in a state of shock. She thought about what I had said for a bit, and then surprisingly agreed that this might be an enlightening and worthwhile experience for me, and for the school. And after some quiet thought the principal agreed.



"But we'll need a day to explain everything to all your teachers so we don't have another episode like this morning. You are not to use the girls bathrooms or locker rooms. You'll be given a pass at anytime during class to come use a private washroom here in the office. You'll be excused from gym, and you'll spend that period here working as an office aide, is that understood?"



"Yes, sir," I nodded.



"You're free to go with your mother."



My mom and I walked out of the school in silence. The silence remained in the car ride home. As we walked into the kitchen, she motioned for me to sit at the breakfast bar. She sat across from me, and stared at my face until the silence became unbearable.



"Mom?...." 



She smiled faintly, and then laughed warmly.



"You're so pretty. I don't know why I never saw it before. But wow... And you seem so comfortable like this, so natural."



"Mom, yer kinda freakin' me out."



"Andy.... do you. Are you trying to tell us something? Are you... gay?"



"No, mom I--"



"I mean cuz I want you to be comfortable in your own skin, and if your father and I have stifled this side of you, or made you feel like... I don't know. Would you feel more comfortable dressing like this at home?"



"No, mom. I... Well, I guess... I mean, yeah, if it's okay with you and dad, I'd like to have that option, but... this doesn't mean..."



"Sweetie, whatever you need. I just want you to know, that I'm okay with whatever."



"Thanks, mom. But what about dad?"



"I'll handle him."



My mom took my hand, and for the first time in my life I felt like she genuinely cared for me. 



"So what do you prefer, to be called?"



"I think Andi with an 'i' works for now. It's not very confusing, but I'm kind of starting to like Drea. But either one is fine."



"I like Drea, too. Well, if you're going to be Drea around here, you're going to need clothes. So how 'bout we go to the mall?"



I beamed with joy.



"I'd love to. Just lemme go pee first," 



Michael was right. Everything was falling into place. As I walked to the bathroom I began to think that maybe this whole ordeal with Michael and Derrick was the best thing that ever could have happened to me. 



I went shopping with my mom, and we loaded up on clothes accessories, beauty supplies, and shoes enough for at least the next 2 weeks. I made room in my closets and drawers for all "drea's" clothes. After everything was put away, I sat on my bed, and tried to take it all in.

<hr pg="2" />My phone rang. I fished it out of my purse and looked at the screen. I didn't recognize the number. So I let it go to voicemail. It was then that I saw the time. Oh shit! It was 4:30pm. The phone rang again. it was Michael.



"You stupid bitch, unless you want that video to go online, you'd better call Derrick, now. He's wondering where you are."



I called the number I didn't recognize back. Derrick answered.



"You are playing with fire, Andi. If you aren't bouncing on my cock in 20 minutes, you're gonna regret it."



I ran downstairs as fast as I could in those heels.



"Mom, I need a ride to Michael's right now!"



"Why, sweetie?"



"Michael and I need to work on our project. this was the first day, we have a lot of stuff to go over. Plus this corset is killing me."



"Okay."



On the way over I explained that I would probably be spending a lot of time over at Mike's until the project was done. She totally understood.



"I'll make dinner for your father, and explain everything. But it might be helpful if you came home early, so he could talk with you as well about it."



I said okay, and ran inside.



Derrick was in the living room. When he saw me, he took a minute to drink in what he saw and then he chuckled . 



"Wow. Anime School Girl. That's some hot shit. You might have almost blended-in in a private school, but in public school... You must've shined like a beacon of hotness. Mike filled me in, but I didn't picture anything this sexy. How'd your parents take it?"



"My mom's cool with it. My dad doesn't know yet."



"So I figure since you'll be a girl at school everyday, and that the 'rents are cool with their new daughter, that you'll have no problems fulfilling all my very demanding needs."



"I guess," I muttered.



"C'mere, and have a seat on my lap, lemme get a closer look at you."



I reluctantly complied. Derrick grabbed my chin, and turned my head towards him, and kissed me as he reached up my skirt and rubbed my "pussy". I moaned as I began to get hard. He felt me up, and stopped at the Brava.



"What the fuck is this shit?"



Other than some mild tugging now and then, the thing was so comfortable I had almost forgotten it was there. I explained it to him. He laughed hysterically.



"Well, take it off, let's see if the damn thing works."



I hesitated, so Derrick unbuttoned my shirt, and removed it. He pulled the camisole top off and then removed the Brava. Michael lied. I didn't have A-cup titties. These were full B's. Derrick's eyes grew wide. 



"Holy shit! Mike! Mike! Come here!"



Michael came down the hall. I covered up my tits, but Derrick pulled my hands down.



"Look at these babies. How long is this supposed to last?"



"Well, they're not real, its just swelling. It'll start to go down almost immediately, and should be gone by morning."



Derrick felt me up, which was slightly painful. My tits felt slightly bruised, and my nipples were super sensitive, and as Derrick placed his lips over one of my nipples, I discovered something worse than my glued down pussy. Derrick making oral love to my tits shot me from zero to way past full-on aroused in 2 seconds flat.



I gasped in ecstasy. Derrick sat back in surprise. He light squeezed my other nipple and I moaned with pleasure, and looked at him with mad, hot lust in my eyes. I fiercely need to get fucked. I grabbed his cock through his pants, and stroked it. I placed his hand back onto my tit. He massaged it 



"Oh, God that feels sooooo good. Fuck me....fuck me, now!"



He laughed, picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me to his room.



"Little brother. I owe you for this one. That Brava thingy is an absolute gold mine."



Derrick turned and locked the door behind him, threw me on the bed, and stripped. I laid back and tickled my nipples with my finger tips which drove me wild I arched my back in ecstasy. Derrick stroked himself hard while watching me. 



"I could get off just watching you, babe."



I couldn't stand it any longer. I beckoned to him with my finger.



"Shut up, and fuck me."



Derrick jumped me. We had crazy animal sex. My head was pounding from the orgasms, I rode Derricks cock, while squeezing my tits and licking my nipples. I never wanted it to end. but after an hour we were both exhausted. 



We collapsed next to each other is an absolute daze. I was pretty sure after that, that no matter how great sex with a girl was, there was no way it could top what I just felt. I don't know why at that moment I thought about my virginity, but it suddenly struck me that I had never been with a girl. And that I was laying in an orgasmic daze next to the boy who took my virginity as a girl. 



I rolled on my side and cuddled with Derrick till he fell asleep. There was something wrong here. I watched him as he slept and I stroked the muscles on his chest and arms. I was in love. How was this possible? Derrick was an asshole. He'd never been anything more than a complete jerk to me the entire time I'd known him. He took advantage of me. Date raped me, blackmailed me into this situation, and yet I was falling for him. That thought terrified me.



I sat up at the edge of the bed, my head spinning - confused. I pulled a shirt out of Derrick's drawer and threw it on and went to Michael's room to touch base. His door was open. He sat on his bed with his laptop looking something up on google. I walked in cautiously.



"So, you were right. My mom is totally cool. The Principal is cool, and believe it or not.. I'm actually ok with this. So, I guess I'm trying to say - thank you."



"Whatever," He said coldly.



He seemed angry with me, as he shooed me away. As I left, he called after me.



"By the way, this doesn't change anything. You still need to be here early, and I will decide what you wear to school. So email me pics of your clothes, and I'll see if anything works for me."



"Okay," I said warily.



I went to the living room to collect my clothes. I got dressed except for the Brava which I stuffed into my purse. I went in the bathroom and fixed my hair and make-up. Something told me that Michael's original plan had been to embarrass me. So with me being outted now, and myself and everyone else being okay with it, that was becoming harder for him to do.



I woke Derrick, and asked him for a ride, and explained how getting my father's approval would allow me to be Andi all the time, and how that would benefit him. He agreed to drop me off. I got out of the car, and braced myself to go in the house and face my father for the first time as Andi.



I walked in to find my parents arguing. They heard the door and turned to see me. The silence was very awkward, as I approached them. My dad looked at me in disbelief. His eyes locked on my cleavage. In my haste I forgot to button all the way up. His eyes drifted down to my legs and then back up to my face. Without a word he wiped his mouth with his napkin, got up from the table and went upstairs to my parents room and closed the door. I was a little uneasy.



"Mom?"



"Well, he's not thrilled with the idea, I'm not sure seeing you like this helped any, He's worried that if people at work find out his son is....well, a gay - as he put it, that it'll affect his next promotion and/or raise, and we really need that money for retirement."



"If its a problem--"



"No, darling. He just needs time to adjust. He's seen how convincing you look, there's not much chance anyone will see you and think, 'that's a tranny.'"



I sighed with relief. As much as I hated the way this all went down, I was really beginning to enjoy being a girl. Especially after the sex I had had with Derrick. I wouldn't ever want to give up something that amazing. And the thought of being forced to go back to being Andy this soon really terrified me. 



I went to my room, and looked long and hard at myself in the mirror. I played with my tits which was a mistake, I got instantly hard, and had to ride out the pain. I really needed to get a dildo or something. I stripped and took a shower. This was the first time soaping up my body, and I was so turned on, I soaped up 3 fingers and fucked my ass with them, but I couldn't get off. This frustrated me. I cranked the water to the cold side, and that - as the cliche goes- did the trick. I got out, shivering and toweled off.



I dried my hair, and went to put on my robe, but I thought maybe I'd try that towel wrap boob tuck mini-dress thing which had never worked before, but with boobs it totally worked, which I'm guessing has something to do with friction. I was so excited I decided to forget the robe, and walk to my room this way. As I exited the hall bathroom I bumped into my father. Who was now seeing his son in a towel with boobs, a perfectly smooth body, my new hair cut and shaped eyebrows. I froze. He sternly looked me over, and then silently walked past me to go downstairs.



I watched him go. I guess I couldn't expect him to be okay with this right away, but it really concerned me that he wouldn't speak to me. I went into my room and locked the door. I changed into the shimmery green Victoria Secret nightie my mom bought me at the mall. I loved the way it clung to my body and my breasts. 



I took pictures of my clothes and emailed them to Michael. He sent me a text, and asked where the swelling in my breasts had gone down to? I told him they still looked like A's. He then sent me another text 



[Wear the Brava all night, tonight. And bring the red satin bra you showed me with you tomorrow. The one with the black lace trim.]



[Why?]



[Because I said so.]



I really needed a way to get Michael off my back. And I hoped that Derrick would be the one to help, but my head was spinning. Five days ago I had only ever just fantasized about being a girl. And now it looked like I was going to be dressing like one full time for the next three months. Principal Myers had sent me and my parents an email saying that the school board would meet to decide a few things, but that for now, unless I was on hormones, and had spoken to a qualified professional about transitioning, that they couldn't classify me as a girl officially, only as a student performing a social experiment who is temporarily cross-dressing.



I complied with Michael's demand and strapped on the Brava and turned it on to pump up my titties up overnight. It removed the sexy feeling of the satin rubbing over my nipples, which was a blessing. I had been on such a roller coaster all day I didn't realize how tired I was. I fell asleep almost immediately.



I woke the next day, and removed the Brava. My boobs were closing in on a full C, but hurt like hell - like I had been in a car accident or something. My nipples were super sensitive, and sore as well. I wore the bra Michael had indicated, and it looked fantastic, It was a B-cup bra, and with the swelling I was spilling out of it. I wore the same outfit I wore the day before, hoping Michael wouldn't want to make many more changes. I pulled my hair into a pony tail, and pulled on a pair old Chuck Taylors. I shoved the heels into my backpack. grabbed my purse, and flew out the door to Michael's.



Michael had me strip. He styled my hair and did my make-up the same as the day before - only with deep red almost maroon lipstick and gloss. It made me look older, but still fresh faced and innocent with a just a touch of danger. It was definitely a bit more provocative than the first day, but not completely slutty. He gave me a pair of panties that matched my bra, and a red plaid version of the skirt I wore the day before, but this time I wouldn't be wearing the white camisole, so my cleavage was very evident. My stockings had red bows on them this time, as did my scrunchies. I attempted to button up my shirt and hide my very ample cleavage.



"Uh, uh. Leave it alone."



"But what about when the swelling goes down?"



Michael reached into his drawer and pulled out some silicon "chicken cutlets".



"Just do what Keira Knightly does. Boost those itty bitty's with these."



He dropped them into my backpack, I changed my shoes, and dropped the sneakers into my backpack as well, and then looked up at the clock. Now that I was Andi full time, it didn't take quite so long to get ready. We had a lot of time to kill. I checked myself out in the mirror. Beyond my attention grabbing cleavage, at different angles you could catch glimpses of the super sexy bra. I was definitely going to get a lot of attention whether I wanted it or not. I noticed that Michael was checking me out with a look of disdain. He had appeared to be in a bad mood since yesterday.



"Listen, Mike. Are you upset with me about something?"



"Nah," he deflected.



"Dude, you've had that look on your face since yesterday. What gives?"



"I don't know. I... Well, I think I'm a little jealous."



"Jealous of me? But you are totally hot as Michelle."



"But I'm not Michelle to anyone but you. I don't know what I was thinking. I kinda hoped to humiliate you and make you suffer, but instead you now get to be Andi openly to everybody...and I kinda wish I could do the same."



"Why can't you? Your mom is totally cool with it."



"But there's no going back from that. You have an excuse, and an out clause cuz of the cover story. But there's no way they're gonna go for both of us doing the same thing. I'd have to out myself, and risk the humiliation. You have the entire faculty basically watching your back. I'm not sure I'm ready to do this without that kind of a safety net."



"But it's our senior year. After this, it doesn't matter. We could go to college somewhere else, and never have to deal with these people ever again."



"Maybe, but I guess underneath all my big talk, I'm just a big chicken."



"No you're not. You were going clubbing as Michelle way before all of this. That took guts. I can tell how much you want to be Michelle full time. Are you really afraid of a bunch of dumbass kids from school making fun of you?"



"You have a point. But I'll wait to see how well it turns out for you. You still haven't made it through a full day at school yet. This might be the worst thing that's ever happened to you."



I let that sink in for a second. He was right. I was so thrilled to be out in the open that it didn't occur to me, that things could get ugly in a hurry. I suddenly felt very naked.



"Well, I was excited to go to school. I'm suddenly not that excited."



"As long as your miserable now, too, that's good enough for me."



He patted me on the head.



"I'll go get us some breakfast."



"Cunt," I smirked.



Michael smiled back as he left the room. I decided to go see Derrick. His door was locked, so I knocked. From inside I heard him mumble. 



"Fuck off."



"Derrick, it's Andi..."



I heard a rustle of activity, and he opened the door, he squinted at me as the light from the hall shone in. He rubbed his face, and smiled groggily.



"Fuck, babe. You look hot."



"Thanks," I blushed.



He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me on the lips gently. I was a little stunned. I'd never seen him be so gentle. He gently cupped my ass, and playfully ground himself into me. A warm feeling spread over me. I kissed him voluntarily for the first time. 



"Do we have time, for....?" He murmurred.



"I gotta got go to school."



"Mmm, play hooky," He said as he gently reached into my shirt and caressed my breasts. 



I had to pull away.



"Stop."



"Why?"



"Cuz you're really turning me on."



He grabbed my hand and pulled me back into him.



"You turn me on, babe."



I pulled away again.



"I'm serious, Derrick. I gotta go to school. It's my first full day as a girl."



He looked me up and down, and a giant grin crept across his face.



"What I wouldn't give to be in High School again."



"Shut up."



I kissed him again as our fingers intertwined. My head was buzzing. I'd never known this feeling. Michael came down the hall and handed me a plate with a breakfast burrito and some pop-tarts. I took it and then he handed me a glass of orange juice as well.



"Chop-chop, tranny boy, Clocks tickin'," Michael chided.



Derrick slapped my ass.



"Get movin' babe. I'll pick you up after school."



And he went back in his room and closed the door. I bit my lower lip. Michael smirked.



"I think somebody's in love."



"Shut up," I playfully retorted.



But I was. Or at least as far as I knew of love. I was definitely falling for Derrick. I loved the way I felt right now. The way he made me feel. I ate my breakfast and downed the O.J. 



Britney gave us a ride on her way to work again. As we were getting out, she stopped me. She reached into my purse and pulled out my phone, and started typing something into it.



"Listen, Andi. I know I can be a bit bitchy about Michael's fetish, and his behavior sometimes, but I'm not judging. I have a lot of respect for you for doing this. And if you need someone to talk to about anything. I do have a bit of experience coping with being a girl at this school. And if you insist on dressing like that, you might not like where it leads. So if it all gets to be a little overwhelming, here's my cell number. Call me. And be careful, okay?"



"Okay. Thanks, Britney," I smiled.



She smiled back as she put my phone back in my purse and kissed me on the cheek. I was really surprised to see Britney being so kind. I got out of the car, and walked with Michael into school. I got the same reaction as the day before with guys turning my way and checking me out, but this time I held my head high. I was hot, and not ashamed of it. I added a bit if a strut to my gait. Michael giggled. 



"I've created a monster."



I spun on my heels and gave my skirt a twirl which gave all the boys in the quad a quick peep show of my blood red satin and black lace panties. Michael raised an eyebrow. I shrugged.



"If I gotta be here like this, then I'm going to enjoy it."



Michael and I split at the entrance to school. I had express instructions to come to the office first for orientation, so they could furnish me a new student ID, and make sure I understood the ground rules. 



I entered the office, and Principal Myers was waiting outside the conference room. He waved me over, and ushered me into the room where all my teachers were gathered. He closed the door behind me and introduced me.... 



"This is Andrea. As you can see she's a stunning young lady. I was concerned that your first glimpse of Mr. Lembke's transformation into... um, Andi, might catch you off guard, so I wanted you all to meet her before she shows up in your collective classrooms. You've all been briefed on the situation. If you need to ask her anything, now would be the time."



I scanned the room, to see a sea of dumbfounded faces with the exception of Mrs. Kring. The only one who spoke was Mr. Derringer my Sociology teacher. 



"I hope you didn't feel pressured into this by the assignment... I certainly didn't expect you and Mr. Keller to take your research this far."



I smiled, "It's totally okay, Mr. Derringer. Its taking a little getting used to, but I'm totally comfortable like this, so you needn't worry. I only ask, that except for the obvious changes and conditions laid out by Principal Myers, that you treat me just like any other female student in your class. That's the only way this endeavor will succeed."



No one else spoke. Satisfied, Principal Myers spoke up.



"Well, if there are no more questions. You are all free to return to your classes."



They all exited. Myers then escorted me from the room, and into his office. I watched as my teachers vacated the office area. Myers closed his door.



"Andi, I just wanted to take a moment to tell you that you have the schools'd full support. If you have any trouble with any students or teachers. You come tell me immediately. We will have a zero tolerance stance on bullying."



"Thank you Principal Myers," I smiled politely.

<hr pg="3" />"Please, call me Bill, "He said as he gently caressed my shoulder.



For a split second his eyes dropped to my breasts. As his gaze returned to my eyes, I didn't let on that I noticed. He smiled, and opened the office door.



"Ms. Gaithier, will take care of your student ID, and then get you to class."



I glanced in the reflection of the glass wall to see Myers check out my ass as I walked out. He was starting to creep me out a bit. I shrugged it off as typical guy behavior. I mean, I can't tell you how many asses I've peeped at just reflexively.



Ms. Gaithier asked for my school ID. I took it out of my purse, and cringed a bit as I saw the picture of me in boy mode on it. She sat me down, and took my picture for the ID. I sat patiently while it printed out. When it was done, she handed it to me. I looked at my cute picture, and my name Andrea Lembke. It was weird seeing it in print. My eyes moved down to see my sex listed as "female." I smiled a bit.



"Okay, just like before. This is your ID and meal card. So don't lose it."



I nodded and put it in my purse. Ms. Gaithier smiled sweetly at me.



"Well, it's official, dear. You're on the books as a girl. I would hope that you would at least try to act like a lady while on school grounds... despite your attire."



I looked down at myself, and suddenly felt like a slut. I had to find a way to get Michael to let me wear normal clothes to school. Ms. Gaithier handed me a hall pass, and waved toward the door.



"Off to class, Miss. Lembke."



She called me Miss. Lembke. It was the first time anyone had done that. I smiled warmly, and practically skipped out of the office. 



I nervously entered Mrs. Kring's class, sat in my seat, and waited for something to happen.... nothing, no explanation of my situation, no snickering, or bullying of any kind. I looked over at Michael who shrugged. The rest of class went without event. The bell rang, and in the hallway, I asked Michael what was going on.



"That was bizarre. What the hell happened in there?"



"Kring explained the whole thing before you came in. She warned us what would happen if anyone decided to act childish about it. There were a few protests, but by the time you came in. It had all been settled," Michael explained.



It suddenly occurred to me that Michael wasn't in my next class. I had no safety net. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard.



"Shit, Mike. I have math next. You're not in class with me."



"Deal with it, bitch. This is the price of getting to be Andi. Step up, and pay it. I gotta go."



And he left me standing there terrified to take one more step toward Mr. Barden's Calculus class. I clutched my three ring folder to my chest, frozen in fear. A hand on my arm followed by a girl's voice shook me from my trance.



"Andi? Are you okay?"



I turned to find Shana Tyler standing next to me looking very concerned. Shana was, in my estimation, one of the hottest girls in school. She was a stunning brunette with blue eyes, Big beautiful D-cup breasts, and the hardest, thinnest body I had ever seen. She also had the sexiest curl to her lips. Shana was in my half my classes, but had never spoken more than a few words to me as Andy except to ask for a piece of paper or pencil. This was the closest I had ever stood to her, and had her look my in the eyes. 



I started to get hard just from her scent, and her delicate touch. I longed to kiss her sexy mouth. My crotch was really hurting which made me more uncomfortable. She backed up a bit as I made a face, and quickly tried to play it off.



"You know my name?" I asked quizzically.



"Yeah, Kring told us everything."



I looked down embarrassed.



"No, it's not... I didn't mean to... It's totally cool. And...I think you're very pretty."



I looked up at her in awe. This absolute goddess thought I was pretty. I smiled.



"Thanks."



She smiled back. 



"Are you sick... nauseous or something? You don't look good." She asked.



"Huh? Oh, no I'm just kinda scared of going to class for some reason. I don't know if I can handle every teacher in every class explaining my situation to everyone in class while I'm sitting there. It's--"



"Sooo, Awful. I mean how humiliating, right? Not that it should be. You're a hottie."



"You're just being polite." 



"Okay, you want me to prove it to you? Here, watch..."



She waved to one of the jocks hanging out by the lockers to come over. He started walking towards us.



"What are you doing?" I asked.



"Trust me. And put your binder down, let him see your boobs, girl."



I did as she suggested. The guy, Brad Peters, very handsome - the kind of guy who would have enjoyed tripping me in the hall and laughing with his friends was now staring at my tits. I looked at Shana with uncertainty. Brad sauntered up.



""Sup, Shana? Who's your friend?"



"Brad, this is Andi. She's new here."



I smiled nervously. Brad looked me up and down. And then smiled as he nodded...



"Alright. Welcome to Riverside, Andi. Where you from?"



I opened my mouth to speak when the warning bell beeped. Shana grabbed my arm and starting pulling me toward class, and saved me from having to lie.



"Shit, we gotta get to class," She blurted.



Both she and Brad were in my class. We all walked to class together. I could feel brad walking a little too close to me. Kind of invading my personal space. It was a little unnerving. Shana sensing this looped her arm in mine, and pulled me close to her.



As we walked in the classroom Brad grabbed my ass. As I turned in shock he made a kissing motion with his mouth and winked at me. His buddies saw the whole thing and high-fived him as he went to his seat. Shana and I took our seats as the final bell rang. Shana sat 2 rows over and in front of me. She turned and smiled warmly at me, as Mr. Barden came in and shut the door. He went to the front of the class and wrote my name on the board. 



'Andrea Lembke.'



"Ok, people, we have a new student in our class. Her name is Andrea Lembke, and she is a very brave young woman...."



He stretched an arm out toward me as he continued. The whole class turned to look at me. Oh, god I was blushing, I could feel it. This was awful. I stared down at my binder on the desk, afraid to look up.



"... No, she isn't brave because she fought off a bear or anything like that, she's brave because as part of her Sociology assignment, she has changed her identity from Andrew Lembke to Andrea, as well as her sexual identity."



A few gasps swept the room, and Brad's buddies started snickering. Brad shot me the look of death. He obviously felt I tricked him. I was mortified. Barden continued.



"The school has issued a memo that anyone caught bullying Miss Lembke for any reason, especially for her very public gender issues, will face disciplinary action including but not limited to expulsion."



The room got very quiet.



"That's right. There will be a no tolerance policy in this regard. You will treat her as you would any other female student at this school."



I stared at my desk. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I wanted to die. I wanted to run out of the room. I wanted to scream. Shana broke the silence.



"Mr Barden, May I say something?"



"Yes, Ms. Tyler."



"I think what Andy is doing is amazing, and admirable. And I think the world would be a much better place if every guy spent just one day as a girl. They might actually appreciate how hard it is."



All the girls in class clapped. Some of the boys coughed in disapproval. Shana smiled at me which gave me confidence to lift my head higher. I looked around expecting to still see faces judging me. But there was more approval in their faces than damnation, except for Brad who just glared at me. I did my best to ignore him. The rest of class proceeded normally. 



After class Brad and his cronies left quickly. Shana hugged me and introduced me to her best friends Brie, Katie, and Molly. It was so weird. I knew all of these people, but they treated me like I was someone else... Like the new girl. The rest of the day went pretty much the same, and when last period was over I was relieved to have all of that out of the way.



I was surprised that it wasn't till after lunch that I needed to use the inserts to make up for my boobs shrinking. I went to the office to use the washroom like I was instructed. And it took a little while to figure out to tuck them in underneath my boobs and sort of push them up. They looked plump and fabulous again, and didn't seem to shrink past that point for the rest of the day.



After the 7th period bell, Shana walked with me out to the front lawn area. 



"So we have cheerleading practice in an hour. DO you wanna come with us to Fatburger and hang?" Shana beamed brightly.



"I...I don't think I can."



"You should totally come," Katie added, "I want to hear everything about how you became one of us."



I blushed and smiled. My head was spinning. Could I becoming popular?



"I'd love to, but my... boyfriend is picking me up," I replied.



"Wait....You have a boyfriend? How? Who?" Shana gaped.



"It's complicated," I shrugged.



Derrick pulled up in his silver '74 Charger. He leaned out the window.



"Let's go, babe."



Their jaws all dropped. I could tell they were jealous. I beamed. I ran around the car, and hopped in the other side. I waved to Shana, as we sped off. 



"See you tomorrow!" I yelled.



Shana waved and smiled. I couldn't have pictured my first day going any better than this. As we left the school grounds, Derrick reached up my skirt and rubbed my "pussy". 



"You have some hot friends, babe. Maybe we should have a 3-way."



"Derrick! I'm barely comfortable having sex with you."



"Are you jealous? Don't wanna share your man?"



My stomach turned at the sound of that. Him calling himself my man. But his rubbing my pussy was getting me hot. I pushed his hand away.



"Stop it. You know how that gets me all wound up."



"I know. I like winding you up. You're like a little wind-up sex toy."



He reached up, and continued to stroke my pussy. I gasped.



"Just wait till we get home. Trust me, if you keep this up, I'll jump you the second we get through the door."



"Why wait?"



He unzipped his pants, and pulled out his already hard cock.



"C'mon, Andi. Every teenage girl has to blow her boyfriend in the car at least once. This is your chance to get it out of the way."



I balked. But he reached up and rubbed one of my nipples which had become my achilles heel. My mouth watered for cock, and I couldn't resist. I leaned down, and wrapped my lips around him. He placed his hand on the back of my head, and I went to work. Luckily, it wasn't a long drive back to his place. I worried if he got off while driving that we'd crash. I stopped when we pulled up to the house. We hurried inside to find the place empty. He grabbed me and kissed me, and played with my tits, which got me so hot. I bent over the back of the couch, and pulled down my panties.



"Fuck me right here," I demanded.



"Whoa, baby girl is hot for some cock."



I spread my legs and wiggled my ass.



"Shut up, and give it to me, baby."



It was like I was someone else. I needed to be fucked, and I'd do anything to make it happen. Derrick teased me by grinding my ass with his pants still on. I moaned, and ground him back. Derrick dropped his pants, pulled his rock hard cock form his boxers, and gently rubbed it on my hole.



"Stop fucking around," I hissed.



"Better lube it up first, or I might tear something."



Shit, I forgot about that. I got on my knees and lubed him up with my mouth, and then turned my back to him. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back into him, and growled in my ear. 



"You fucking want this, bitch? You want my cock?"



"Yes, I fucking want your cock!" I gasped, " Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard."



He forced me over the back of the couch, forced my legs apart, and shoved it into me. I gasped in both pleasure, pain and surprise. He grabbed my hair, and fucked me hard. I slammed myself back to meet his every thrust, squealing with pleasure. I came so hard the lights went out for a second. Derrick finished in my ass about a minute later. I turned around, and made out with him passionately. I took in his smell, felt the ripples of the muscles on his back. I sat on the back of the couch, and wrapped my legs around him, and then I said....



"I love you, Derrick."



I regretted it the moment the words left my mouth. My mouth hung open as I realized what I had said. I dropped my legs down, and pushed away from him.



Derrick laughed, and slapped my ass. He moved in and pinned me to the couch. He leaned-in close and stroked my hair. 



"You know. I always had my suspicions about you, dude. The long hair. The quiet manner. Every so often you'd do or say something that was ever so slightly effeminate, but never enough to say, 'Oh yeah, he's got it in him.' And then my brother convinces you to dress like a slut, and through the strangest twist of fate, you fall into my lap - literally. Afterward, I figured I'd just torment you for kicks, and eventually I'd grow tired of the game, and cut you loose. But you have fully embraced being a chick. And surprisingly, you have turned out to be the greatest fuck I have ever had. Andi, you are one sexy bitch"



I suddenly realized how far I had come. I was embarrassed. I felt like such a fool. Like I had been used, and manipulated... like I didn't know who I was anymore. I started crying.



"Stop it," I cried, as I pushed him away.



I pulled up my panties, and started to walk way. Derrick grabbed my hand and pulled me back.



"Why are you crying?"



"You wouldn't get it."



"Are you upset that I didn't say, 'I love you', back? Cuz I..."



"I never wanted this. Any of this. If you had just let me off the hook, and destroyed that stupid video, none of this would have happened. I'm not sure I can go back even if I wanted to. I... I love you. I don't want to. I fucking hate you! I hate you and Michael for doing this to me. I was nothing but a plaything to you both, and now...this!'



I gestured down to my body.



"I'm a freak. I'm not a boy, and I'm not a girl... I'm a fucking freak! And I can't stop feeling what I feel for you. I fucking hate you!!"



I balled up my fist and pounded on his chest in anger. He grabbed me, and held me tightly. 



"Andi, sweetie, you're amazing. And, believe it or not... I love you, too."



I fought him, but he was too strong. I collapsed in his arms... a mess. He held me gently, and I felt better for some reason. He kissed me gently, and I just melted. I kissed him back. 



"You really love me?"



"Really."



His eyes were sincere. I was too young to realize that what I felt was just a weird kind of bonding, and not really love. But it made me feel good. Whether or not it was real didn't matter. I needed to use this relationship to my benefit. I wiped my tears, and composed myself. I ran my fingers through his hair.



"Okay, then I need you to do something for me."



"Anything, baby. Name it."



I told him about Michael's copy of the video, and told him how he was making my life hell with it. He said while Mike was at school tomorrow he'd take care of it. And then he ordered some Thai take-out. We sat on the couch and cuddled while we watched TV and ate. It was nice. I felt safe and warm. I had never pictured having a boyfriend. But it all felt kind of natural.



Michael didn't show up for hours. When he did, he waved me into his room. I followed him in. He closed the door behind us. He motioned to my breasts.



"Alright, let's see 'em."



My knee jerk reaction was to resist. But I acquiesced. I removed my shirt and my bra with the inserts. I was shocked to see the size of my breasts.



"Almost a B cup, Do they hurt at all?" Michael asked.



I felt them, and they didn't hurt. My nipples were supersensitive, and a little sore, and they seemed to be getting a bit larger. I began to worry that pumping my breasts up like this might cause some sort of damage.



"Maybe I should take a day off from pumping. I'm worried I might cause permanent damage."



"Nah, just be sure to use the cocoa butter I gave you to prevent stretch marks, and everything will be fine. you can take a break this weekend. Everything will go back to normal, you'll see."



He looked at my face more closely.



"Have you been crying?"



I turned away embarrassed.



"It's nothing. Derrick and I had a fight."



"You haven't been a girl a full week yet, and already a lover's spat."



"Fuck you, Mike."



"Hey, it's cool. Don't mind me."



He went to his closet and pulled out a green skirt like the one I was wearing, and a satin and lace bra like the red one I was currently wearing with matching panties. He tossed them to me.



"Your clothes for tomorrow. Be sure to wash everything else you have on. I'll do your make-up in the morning. Don't forget to wear the Brava tonight. Get those luscious boobies working."



I glared at him, turned and walked out. Derrick gave me a ride home. I got out, and came around to his side. I leaned through the window and kissed him.



"You'll handle the video thing tomorrow?"



"Babe, I'll wipe out his entire laptop just for fucking with my property."



I winced as I thought he might be referring to me as his property and not the video. Why was I so sensitive all of a sudden? I shook it off. I walked tiredly into the house. My mom was in the kitchen.



"Are you hungry, Drea?"



"I ate at Derrick's...I mean Mike's."



"Derrick's?" My mom asked.



Fuck. How could I let that slip? I was pretty sure she wasn't ready to find out I had a boyfriend.



"My brain is fried. I've had a lot on my mind, and Derrick gave me a ride home, so I..."



"It's okay, dear. Michael came by this afternoon, and he explained everything to me."



I felt the floor drop away from me. What had Michael told her?



"And...?" I asked, uneasy.



"I have to say, I'm a little disappointed that you couldn't be honest with me about this."



"Mom, I'm not sure what you are--"



"No, it's okay. I get it. To find out from Michael that the whole school project was just a cover story for your... cross dressing... was a little disconcerting. But to hear that you've been dressing like this behind my back for the past six months, sneaking into clubs, and having sex with strange men, was very troubling."



"What??? Mom, that never--"



"No, I'm speaking now. I've had enough of your lies, young man. I can't even look at you right now dressed like that. Knowing what you've been doing in those clothes... I can smell it on you. I don't even know what to say. Go to your room, right now, take off those ridiculous clothes. I'm calling the school tomorrow to talk to your teachers."



"Mom.."



"Now!!"



I hung my head, and cried as I went into my room, and sat on my bed - stunned. My shock turned to anger. I called Mike. He picked up the phone laughing. I was furious!



"What the fuck are you doing, Michael???"



"All part of the plan, princess. Mommy wasn't happy to hear about what a total slut you are. She felt taken advantage of. I sure hope this doesn't change things for you at home."



"Why would you do that? I've never been anything but nice to you. I'm sorry I slept with Derrick. But it's your fault. If you hadn't done this to me, taken me out and gotten me drunk..."



"Andi, as a woman, you're going to have to start taking responsibility for your actions. When you get drunk and beg a man to shove his cock in you, just hours after taking my cock. That makes you a filthy slut."



"Michael you were fucking guys right and left long before that. How dare you judge me? You're just as much a fu--"



"Choose your next words carefully, bitch. I've got pornhub open right now, and I can have the video online in less than 10 minutes..."



I was tired of playing this fucking game. I didn't care anymore.

<hr pg="4" />"Fuck you Michael. Fuck you!!!"



I hung up, and threw my phone across the room in frustration. I looked up to see my mom standing in the doorway. She glared at me in a way I had never seen before. The silence hung in the air so long I almost said something. She finally took a deep breath and spoke...



"I see that you've been too busy blaming your friend for trying to help you, that you haven't seen fit to take that crap off."



"Mom, I need to explain something to you. Michael--"



"Michael is not the issue here. I don't want to hear another word about Michael. What I want to know is are you going to take off those slutty clothes, that slutty make-up, and get rid of this.... persona, or not.



I started crying.



"Mom. I...I don't know what I want. If taking them off means no more Andi.... then the answer is no. I don't know yet if I want this to be a permanent decision or not. But I don't want to stop exploring this side of me... yet."



I pleaded with my eyes for her to understand. She took a deep breath, and exhaled. The tension left her face.



"Well, your an adult now, and that's your choice to make. I don't like it. But, because of your behavior, I can't just ignore all of this. There are going to be some changes around here, soon. And you're not going to like them."



And with that she shut my door. A chill ran down my spine. I wasn't sure what she was talking about, but I was pretty sure she couldn't do anything worse to me, than what had already been done.... but I was wrong.



CONTINUED IN PART 5

