The following morning Stephen’s mother was surprised, but delighted, with how compliant he was. She supervised his dressing but he obediently but on his lilac dress, his patterned white tights and pulled his lace-trimmed panties up over his tights.
Considering he was about to appear in front of the whole town for the first time dressed as a girl, he put up very little resistance. She was delighted that his girl make-over, especially having his ears pierced, had eliminated any resistance.
Inevitably Sally Foster – his original victim, now his tormentor – was particularly delighted to see Stephen in his lilac dress and tights and new hair style. When she noticed his pierced ears she appreciated that Stephen’s conversion was not going to be a short term one.
“I hope he is properly attired underneath his dress”, she spoke to his mother. “We all know how he believes in openness when it comes to underwear.” “Indeed”, his mother agreed. “Show Sally that you are appropriately attired dear.” Stephen wanted to die. He gave his mother a pleading look but got no sympathy. He sighed. He lifted up the hem of his dress so that Sally could see his panties with their lace trim. “Very nice!” she laughed. “He chose his dress, these tights and those panties himself, didn’t you dear?” Stephen nodded. “Pardon”, she asked. “Yes mother”, he sighed. Sally giggled.
On Monday he was dressed in his gymslip, bottle green tights, striped blazer and embarrassing straw boater hat. His mother drove him to the boarding school and up the driveway. They were welcomed by Mother Superior. Steven curtsied. She observed his page boy cut, cute eyebrows, varnished nails and pierced ears. It was the only time he was ever to see her smile. She could see that he had been made much more compliant with his make-over. The rest would be easy.
He followed the women up to the dorm. He just looked down and studied the carpet, resigned to completing his three final years of schooling as a girl. As they walked down the corridor Mother Superior explained to his mother : “because he hasn’t had any schooling in many of our core subjects: dress making, embroidery, deportment and secretarial skills, we will have to start him in the first form.” “Of course”, his mother agreed. Steven looked up in shock. He was going to have to repeat the first three years of secondary school but now as a girl! But he just continued mincing along behind them disconsolately.
He was led into a dormitory. There were a number of first form girls there at their beds. His little member stirred on seeing the girls but it was frustrated by the small hard chastity device his mother had locked on to him earlier. The girls started undressing and his member stiffened but he felt no arousal – as he never would at this school.
He was shown to his bed. Screwed into the wall behind it was “Stephanie Carter” and below that “Graduating 2024”. He teared up a little as his six years as a school girl was brought home to him. He sat on the side of the bed demurely resting his hands on his tights.
“I can assure you that after six years with us you will have the most perfect little lady”, Mother Superior stated proudly. “I don’t doubt it” his mother replied confidently. He looked up and she smiled at his cute bangs and shiny stud earrings as he squirmed in his gymslip.