Go Public

You're late for school. Megan didn't seem to care, and neither did her dad. But first bell came and went while Megan did your makeup.

"You are going to look sooo cute, Aiken. Omg! I love this cat eye look on you. With just a little smoky shadow to make the blue really pop. Ugh, I'm so jealous right now!"

You blush and smile, looking at yourself in the mirror as she starts on your hair.

Your heart is already pounding, thinking about the plan. You were going to cross-dress at school. Not just underwear, either. Megan had made that much clear. You would be undeniably feminine from head to toe. That meant bra, panties, skirt, jewelry, hair. She had even painted your nails pink.

She finishes putting curls into two strands of hair to frame your face and smiles at you in the mirror. "You know your step daddy might really like what he sees when you get home, too."

"Wha-!," you start, stammering. "I don't care about that!" You're glad you're already wearing blush, or else she would be able to see the heat rising in your face.

"Pssh. Yeah right. You want to tease him so bad, sissy. I can tell. You're a total daddy's girl!"

You grumble and change the subject. "Are you sure this is okay? I mean... I won't get in trouble will I?"

Megan smirks. "In trouble with who? You already change in the girls' locker room. The school clearly supports your decision to do whatever the hell you want. Besides, cross-dressing is catching on for guys like you. Just tell everyone you're a femboy and be done with it. Or sissy, if you prefer." She grins teasingly.

"B-but I... I mean, I don't want to lie to everyone. That feels wrong."

Your Miss rolls her eyes again, brushing your hair out to look silky smooth and shiny. "Is it a lie? I mean, you are a very feminine boy, aren't you? You literally shave your legs, wear panties, and love cross-dressing. What else would you call it?"

You pause and look down at yourself. It was true. You were very feminine. Maybe you were a femboy after all... It was certainly better than calling yourself a sissy in public. "I guess..."

"Well you guess right, femboy. And guess what else? I have a special outfit just for you. In your size and everything. I knew you would be dying to dress girly again one day, so I went to the mall and bought a few things for you just in case."

She brings you over to her closet and dresser and starts pulling things out. Eventually you're dressed in a high waisted navy blue mini skirt, a pink T-shirt with the words 'Be Kind' printed in a girly font tucked in, white shin socks, and pink sneakers. She also puts a pink bow clip in your hair and gives you some jewelry to borrow.

"What do you think?" she asks, spinning you in front of her floor length mirror. "It's what I would wear if I wanted to look fun and flirty. Very girly, preppy and cute without trying too hard."

"Wow, I... I look like a girl..." You can barely believe how feminine you look. Obviously you've cross-dressed before, but something about this time and going the whole nine-yards for school... You would never have guessed the girl in the mirror was really you.

Megan snorts. "Uh yeah, what else is new? You're lucky you're wearing a skirt. If you were in something tighter I'd have to put you in the cage again. Wouldn't wand a nasty little bulge ruining your cute outfit."

You keep staring, entranced by your own reflection. Everyone was going to see you. Lucas, Ashland, Rodney, everyone in all your classes, your teachers. They would know, forever, that you were a panty-boy. A crossdresser. A beta.

But seeing yourself dressed up, looking so beautiful, you felt something you've never felt before. A sense of pride, maybe? Confidence? It was so new you couldn't quite name it yet.

You were scared, and nervous, but you weren't opposed to what was happening to you for once.

Megan wraps her arms around your waist from behind and puts her chin on your shoulder, meeting your eyes in your reflection and smiling. "Ready for your debut, sissy?"

You nod and smile back at her. "Yes, Miss."

Megan drops you off at the front doors of the school and walks in with you just in time for the last bell of first period to ring. The halls are flooded with students and Megan waves goodbye, patting you on the back before heading off to her own classes.

You are left alone and fully cross-dressed at school.

You make your way through the crowded hallways, clutching your books to your chest. Students move in crowds in all directions, flowing like a chaotic river to their various classrooms, or congregating in pools to chat between lessons. You're sure you can feel eyes on you, but you don't dare look for them.

One guy you pass smiles and winks at you.

Another - also a guy - looks you up and down and says, "Hey beautiful - you new here?" and you're sure you feel his gaze linger on your backside as you pass.

When you get to your History classroom, Mr. Graham stops you at the door. "Excuse me, Miss. You really should go to your own classroom. The bell is about to ring."

You stop and look around, a little confused. "Um, this is my class, I'm in the right place."

"You are? Huh. Not a new student, are you? I wasn't notified by administration so you'll need to go to the front desk and ask for-"

"Um, Mr. Graham, it's me... Aiken? I've been in this class all year."

The teacher squints and leans in for a moment adjusting his glasses, then his eyebrows shoot up. "Oh! Oh my... Apologies Miss- I mean Mister, Doe. I didn't err, recognize you. Well then... have a seat please, class is about to begin."

As you make your way up the aisle of desks to your seat, you feel every eye in the room following you. But you're too nervous and too naive to decipher what the looks you're getting mean. Are they surprise? Disgust? Amusement? You have no idea and you're too shy to meet anyone's eyes.

Well, almost anyone.

You glance at Lucas in time to see him mouth the word "Wow..." as you pass his seat. The look on his face - the shyness hidden behind his eyes - in that moment that you felt damn cute. You smile and enjoy the butterflies in your stomach as you sit down, smoothing out your skirt.

The rest of the day is a little awkward. You have to explain to most of your teachers that you aren't a new girl - in fact, you're the shy boy that's been there the whole year - but it isn't too bad.

When your final class gets out, Rodney catches you at the door. He's leaning against the wall just outside as if he were waiting for you. A couple of his football team thugs are there too.

"Hey Aiken, cute outfit. Did it come with the pussy or have you always had that?" Him and his cronies laugh.

You click your tongue and scoff, turning away from them. "Whatever. Jerks!"

They laugh and wolf whistle after you. You start walking but suddenly feel a gust of air on the back of your legs. You turn in time to see Rodney flip the back of your skirt up, and him and his cronies smirking with delight as they get an eye-full of your ass in panties.

Rodney whistles and calls out, "Veeeery cute, Aiken!" along with his friends.

You quickly tug your skirt back down, holding it as you stomp off, face bright red, muttering, "Assholes..." to yourself. So embarrassing...

You're almost home-free when a hand on your shoulder stops you in your tracks. You turn, ready to give Rodney an earful, but find your Swim instructor, Mrs. Marlin there instead.

The brunette women is a little taller than you, but smiles warmly down as she removes her hand. "Aiken? Oh it really is you! Aw, you look adorable! I didn't recognize you at first. I'm glad I caught you though. I was hoping I could give you this..."

She hands you a plastic-wrapped bundle of fabric.

"That's the Swim Team's official uniform. I've been thinking about giving you one for a while now, but I wasn't sure until today. You've been quite the hot topic in the teacher's lounge you know!" she giggles.

You're a little confused. "Um thanks, Mrs. Marlin, but I think there's been a misunderstanding. I already have a Swim uniform. My shorts are in my bag right now."

She nods, "Of course, of course dear. You're very welcome to keep those and wear them if you like. But what I just gave you is the girls' team uniform. Aiken, I think it's so brave of you to come out like this to everyone and go public with your sexuality. I want you to know that I support you no matter what you choose to wear. Remember that we're technically a club team, and not an official school team, so the rules are more relaxed. If you want to wear a women's one piece to practice or meets - well I, for one, encourage it!"

That's a lot to process. Your mind was already addled from the stimulation of cross-dressing at school for the first time. You didn't have the capacity to unpack all of that at the moment. You just manage, "O-oh. Cool. Thanks, definitely..."

She smiles and starts walking away, leaving you with the one-piece swimwear still in your hands. You turn to finally, finally go home, when she stops you yet again.

"Oh, Aiken honey? I don't normally do this - but some of the Swim gals and I get together on Sundays at my Country Club for Bikini Brunch. We'd love it if you could come too. I know the owners personally so no need to worry about the club admission fee. You just need to wear a bikini and mention my name and they'll let you in. Okay, bye now!"

You rush to Megan's car, sinking into your seat, free at last.