Josephine's First Day
Keywords: Josephine's, Day, First,
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My life at school was fairly uneventful. I wasn't brilliant academically. I wasn't a talented sportsman, actor or musician. I wasn't one of the popular children. I wasn't in physical fear from bullying, although there was a lot of teasing, name calling and 'jokes' that were funny for everyone else. It was one particular practical joke that went much further than usual, which happened towards the end of my time there that changed my view on life.
It was a Wednesday. That year I didn't particularly like Wednesdays, because my timetable started with Physical Education. I was, and still am, skinny. Back in my school days I was teased on a regular basis because of my slimness, my lack of body hair and my high pitched voice. Regular taunts were the accusation that I must shave my legs for them to be so smooth and I was therefore a girl; that my voice was too high-pitched for a boy and I was therefore a girl and, rather embarrassingly, that my cock was too small to be a cock and I was therefore a girl. You get the picture. Changing for PE was always an ordeal. I tried to hide in a corner and hope I remained unnoticed.
This summer Wednesday, the last before we left, was an occasion when I didn't go unnoticed. I was half changed when several of the boys grabbed me. Held down in the middle of the floor I was stripped completely. Once before this had happened and I had been thrown into the corridor, right in front of a group of girls and their teacher. This time I felt them redressing me. Finished they allowed me to stand up. Every one laughed. They had dressed me in a pink bra, with lace trim and a matching pair of panties. I looked down. The panties were pulled up tight, my cock invisible between my legs; even to my eyes I looked like a girl in the panties.
The PE teacher, Mr. Graham appeared. "What's going on?" he demanded.
"There's a girl in here Sir!" called out Mark, the ringleader of my attackers, and the others joined in. They were all part of Mr. Graham's favourite group so I knew I would get a telling off. He always took their side. He looked me up and down. "You're in the wrong changing room, young lady, come with me."
He took me roughly by the arm and marched me out of the changing room. Luckily, this time the corridor was empty. He knocked on the girls changing room door. Miss Stone appeared and she too looked me up and down.
"One of your new girls has used the wrong changing room. I don't think she has the correct kit. Can you sort her out Miss Stone?" he said with a chuckle.
"Of course, Mr. Graham, come with me you silly girl!" she said and then she took me by the arm and marched me into the girls changing room.
Under different circumstances I might have enjoyed the view that awaited me. The girls from my year group in the process of getting changed and some were just in their bra and panties, like me. They exhibited no surprise or alarm at my presence, when Miss Stone attracted their attention.
"Does anyone know this girls name?" she asked.
Some of the girls clearly had no idea who I was and some were about to say that I was actually a boy, but the quicker-witted ones caught on to the joke. They called out suggestions like 'Pansy' or 'Sissy'. Others joined in calling out girlish names that were like my own name, which is Joseph by the way, such as 'Josie', 'Joanna' or 'Josephine'. Miss Stone settled on Josephine.
"Josephine, do you have your kit?"
"No, Miss" I mumbled. She directed a girl to get me kit from the lost property box and another to fetch two small bean-bags from the equipment store.
Miss stuffed the bean bags into the cups of the bra, they filled them nicely and molded to the shape of the cups. Then I had to squeeze into a pair of maroon PE-knickers. They gripped me tightly, making my cock even less visible and hugging the cheeks of my bum.
"Look at her cute bum" I heard someone say. "I'd love long thin legs like hers" said another. Next I put on the maroon PE skirt. It was the type that flapped over at the front, where it was flat, and then had pleats all round the back. . Then I donned a white short-sleeved blouse. This too was quite tight serving to emphasize the thinness of my waist and the padding in my bra. Glancing in a mirror I saw that I looked like a quite shapely girl! White ankle socks and a pair of pink trimmed trainers went on my feet and someone found two pink ribbons to tie my longish hair into two bunches.
Before I knew it Miss had ordered me, as Josephine, to join the other girls on the tennis courts. To get there we had to walk past the boys warming up for their athletics. They had an idea of what to expect. The nastier girls made sure I had to walk right by them and then tripped me up, making me flash my knickers at them, to a chorus of jeers.
"Just ignore them Josephine!" called Miss Stone, thus ensuring that they all knew what I was being called. I began to feel very miserable.
The lesson began, split up into fours I was with Donna, Jenny and Marion. They were three of the nicer girls and they weren't horrid to me. I actually began to enjoy the lesson. The tennis was gentle, so we were able to have a bit of a chat and enjoy the weather. The girls even warned me that, when I picked the tennis balls up I should bend at the knee and not at the waist to avoid flashing my knickers! I found my new look rather fetching. My legs didn't look skinny as they usually did and my thin waist looked appropriate. To my surprise I even found the skirt fun to wear! I was almost disappointed when Miss said the lesson was over and I had to walk past the waiting boys back to the changing room.
Instinctively I headed for the boys changing rooms, but Miss redirected me.
"You really must learn your way around!" she said. "I've spoken to Mr. Graham and he says he can't find any of your clothes in the boy's room so he has asked me to kit you out for the rest of the day. Won't that be nice?" She smiled but not in a nasty way.
Confused I waited by her office. She emerged with a bundle of clothes and a pair of shoes. "Change into these then bring your PE kit back here."
Obediently I made my way back into the girls changing room. My tennis partners were just leaving. They asked what I was doing and I explained. They offered to help me get ready.
Soon I was wearing the summer uniform, consisting of a maroon cardigan over a summer dress in a maroon gingham pattern. The dress was a bit tight, hugging my body rather more than it did the others and it was also a bit short. The cardigan fitted fine. On my feet, over the white ankle socks I had on a pair of black, sensible, but undeniably feminine shoes complete with a small heel!
Donna assured me that I looked fine. Together we returned to Miss Stone's office.
"Well Josephine you look very nice. Here is a note for your teachers that will explain the way you have chosen to dress. Off you go and enjoy your break."
I nearly began to argue. Chosen to dress indeed, but I didn't meekly accepting my fate.
Round the corner we ran into some of the boys who had started all of this.
As I expected they started to jeer.
"Look at Josephine!" Mark cried out, emphasizing my new girls name. "I'll bet the little sissy is still wearing the panties."
Mark immediately reached for the hem of my dress and tried to raise it up above my waist. I was pretty much frozen with embarrassment, yet strangely excited, as I held my hem down. To my surprise Mark's girlfriend Tracey can over and thumped him.
"Don't you go looking up another girl's skirt!" She yelled, "Come on Josie, we'll look after you" she added and I was whisked away by Tracey and her friends.
This wasn't much of a comfort to me as Tracey and her friends were just as likely to be horrid to me as Mark and his friends. My fears grew as they escorted me in the girls' toilets. "If you wanna dress like us you've gotta have the full experience Josie." I stood there as they gave me a make-over. They applied some red lipstick, pale blue eye-shadow and even mascara. I was like a doll they were playing with, showing no resistance at all. Next I was squirted with some perfume that smelt vaguely of flowers.
Marion had waited for me outside, too worried to leave but too frightened to come inside.
'Hurry, Josie, we've English next.' She said, "The others are already there."
As we walked to the classroom I realized something rather odd. I knew that the day was going to be like no other, but, surprisingly, I didn't care. I loved it. I loved it all. The feel the soft dress clinging to my body, the taste of the cherry lipstick, the scent of the cheap perfume and the snug caress of the panties.
I gave the note from Miss Stone to my English teacher. She read it, muttered "This is most unusual" and then proceeded to treat me as she did the other girls in the room. She even let me sit next to Marion and we worked happily together. Once again the time flew by and I was sad when the bell sounded for the end of the lesson.
At lunch I went around with Marion, Jenny and Donna. They were so nice to me, chatting to me more then they ever did normally. They were much friendlier towards me after just one morning than any of my usual friends.
However, just before the end of lunch Tracey sent one of her gang to fetch me. I didn't want to mess things up for my new friends so I went without fuss, promising them I would be ok and that I would see them later.
As Sharon led me round to behind the changing rooms, I doubted my promise. I suspected that I would not be ok. Behind the changing rooms was not somewhere I would ever venture alone. As I feared Tracey and Mark were both there with an assortment of hangers-on.
Mark was whispering to one of his gang, Tony. He seemed unhappy at what he was being told to do, but not wishing to upset Mark he shrugged his shoulders and walked over towards me, standing right in front of me. I hadn't worked out what was happening until he unzipped his fly and took out his cock.
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