Self Awareness

The summer had started badly. I'd had a temporary job for a month, but the employer didn't decide to keep me on. I'd had some arguments with my girl friend and she'd suggested we have a cooling off period.

I recounted my troubles to my Aunt Helen. She gave me a hug and said she had a friend who might be able to help me. "I'll give her a call and hear what she can suggest."

A few days later Aunt Helen rang me. "Can you come over to my house and speak to my friend? She thinks she may be able to help you, but needs to talk to you face to face." She didn't live far away so I went straight round.

"This is Mrs Robinson," said my Aunt, introducing me to a lady in a business suit. I guessed she was in her early thirties, so a few years older than me. "I've just made some coffee," she went on. "I've got some work to do in the kitchen, so I'll leave you two here on your own to talk."

Mrs Robinson asked me all sorts of questions about myself and my feelings, not just about the recent past but also about my time at school and so on.

"Well, I can offer to help you if you wish," she said. "I run courses on self awareness and personal relationships. I'm sure you would benefit from attending, and your Aunt has kindly agreed to pay the course fees for you. What do you think?"

I asked how long the course would be, and when it would take place.

"It's a 3-day residential course, that's two nights away from home," she replied. "It will be quite near here and I have a vacancy for a course on Monday. Could you make that?"

I thought for a few moments. What did I have to lose? And I didn't have anything else to do at the moment - no job and no girl friend either. So I said yes.

"That's fine," said Mrs Robinson. "I need to check some of your measurements, because the course involves some role-playing and I need to be sure that we have suitable costumes in your size."

She measured my chest and height and a few other dimensions almost as if she were a tailor measuring me for a suit. And she checked my shoe size.

"You only need to bring one change of underwear and perhaps a clean shirt. And toothbrush, shaving tackle and any medication you need," she said. "Bring a bag or case that's a little larger than needed for just these few things, because some of the course materials will be available for you to bring home with you so that you can repeat some of the exercises if you wish to."

"The first day of the course is mostly one-to-one so we need to schedule the day carefully," she went on. "Would this be a good time to bring your Aunt back in?"

I went to the kitchen to collect Aunt Helen. Mrs Robinson continued "Ideally I would like you to arrive at 12.15, ready to start preparations at 12.30pm. There's no point in arriving much earlier, because you'll only have to wait. But if you were to be late it would severely disrupt our arrangements."

Aunt Helen looked at me and said "if you come here about 11.00 I could deliver you to the course location on time." She turned to Mrs Robinson. "And what time will the course finish?"

"Normally at 4.00 pm on Wednesday," replied Mrs Robinson, "but as you're so close by I could phone you to confirm the time."

So it was all arranged. In a couple of days I would be on a course to learn about self-awareness and personal relationships. Although I didn't really know what to expect, I thought it would be a positive step. At least (I thought) I was trying to help myself. And I was glad Aunt Helen had put me on the right track.

So on the Monday I went round to Aunt Helen's house with a small suitcase as requested. "I've known Mrs Robinson for a long time," said Aunt Helen as she drove me to the course location. "I'm sure this course will help you to sort out yourself and to improve you relationships. Not just with your girl-friend, but also with potential employers."

We arrived at the big house. It was rather like a country hotel or conference centre, but there were no big signs advertising its presence in a secluded area on the edge of town. We both got out of the car. Before handing me my case Aunt Helen gave me a hug and said "Good Luck!" She added "And Enjoy!"

It was exactly 12.15 when I rang the bell. A young lady with a clip-board answered the door and checked my details against her list of names.

"Please follow me," she said, leading me to an empty waiting room. "Please make yourself comfortable," she said. "Mrs Robinson will be with you shortly."

I sat down on a sofa. There was a table with magazines on it. I looked through the magazines but there were none on subjects like cars or computers. In fact they were all women's magazines. As there was nothing else, I picked one up and started to read it. There articles on clothes and make-up, and on recipes and slimming and so on.

But I started to read the letters sent in by girls who had problems with their boy-friends, some letters more explicitly sexual than others.

"Hello, dear." I hadn't heard Mrs Robinson enter the room and was slightly embarrassed to have been found reading a women's magazine.

I looked up. I was very surprised to see that she was not wearing a business suit. She wore a navy blue tunic over a white shirt. The tailoring of the tunic emphasised her generous (but not over-large) bosom, her fairly slender waist, and her undoubtedly feminine hips.

But what was most striking was how short it was, revealing long, shapely legs.

I was reminded of my school-days, of how the girls from the nearby fee-paying High School wore navy tunics rather like what I could see in front of me.

And some of the sixth-form girls had shapely figures too, although perhaps not as mature as Mrs Robinson's figure.

Our eyes met. Her clear blue eyes seemed to look inside my brain.

"I know what you're thinking," she said. "You want to wear a dress like this, don't you?"

I was so startled by this remark that I couldn't answer.

The idea hadn't been at the forefront of my mind a few moments ago, but I remembered having had this thought occasionally years ago when I had watched the sixth form girls walking in the town in their short navy blue tunics.

Self-assured, unattainable, knowing how the boys could hardly keep their eyes of their bosoms and long legs...

I realised I had hesitated a long time. "You want to wear a dress like this, don't you?" she repeated.

I nodded, not able to acknowledge the fact verbally.

"Splendid," she replied. "No time like the present!"

She pressed a button on the wall close to where she was standing. Another lady entered the room. She wore an apron over her knee-length dress. I guessed she was only a few years older than me, but she had a confident air about her. As if she was used to dealing with unruly boys.

"This is Nurse Wilkins," said Mrs Robinson, "but you can call her Nurse. She'll go through the next phase of the preparation with you. Follow her and do what she says."

Obediently I followed Nurse to a room on the second floor. She pointed to the number on the door, 203. "This is your room for the duration of the course," she explained.

She led me inside and I saw that it was a bedroom. She indicated a small table near the wall. "You can put your case there," she said. "Now get undressed while I run you a bath." She went over to a door at the side of the bedroom.

I heard the bathwater being run and started to undress. I left my underpants on though.

"OK. It's ready," she called. As I entered the bathroom she said, "Well, you'll have to take those off as well. Don't worry, I've seen boys' willies before. And I need to see how hairy you are."

I took my pants off and she had a good look. "OK," she said, "it shouldn't take you too long. Have a soak in the bath. At the side there is a ladies' razor. Shave your legs, up from the ankle to the knee, and up from the knee to the thigh, not forgetting your knees as well. Then shave your pubes."

"It's best to hold the end of your willy and shave up from the base of your balls. Hold your cock to the left to shave the right side and vice versa. Shave up the shaft of your cock as well - there may be a few hairs there too."

"Then lift your legs out of the water one at a time so that you can shave in the crack of your bottom. Keep doing this until there are no more hairs appearing on the razor. Then lift up both legs so that you can shave the perineum - that's the bit between your bum-hole and your balls."

"The idea is to get all that area as hairless as possible. You may need to stand up to shave the cheeks of your bottom. Your arms are not very hairy, so it's not essential to shave them, but you can if you wish.

It is important to shave your underarms, though. And your chest. Run the razor in a circular fashion around your nipples."

"Now get on with it. You don't need to rush, but be thorough. I'll be back in 30 minutes."

She left and I followed her shaving instructions. As I'd done what she had said before she returned, I shaved my arms and then shaved my balls again (just because it felt good).

I heard her come back into the bedroom. "You can let the water out of the bath now," she called out.

She entered the bathroom and reached down the shower-head. "Run the shower until it's a comfortable temperature for you," she said, "and then stand up and rinse off any soapy residues from your body."

As I did this she had a good look at my formerly hairy bits.

"Oh yes," she laughed. "You're a real smoothie now!"

She handed me a large soft towel as I stepped out of the bath. "Now dry yourself thoroughly," she instructed. As I did this she used the shower head to rinse out the remaining lather and hairs from the bath tub.

We went back into the bedroom and she handed me a pair of silky knickers, white with dainty pink frills around the leg-holes and a dainty pink bow below the waist-band.

I stepped into them and pulled them up.

They felt deliciously cool and soft on my hairless bottom and pubes. I blushed with embarrassment as I could not prevent the start of an erection.

Nurse laughed. "Don't worry," she said. "That's a perfectly normal reaction. You probably haven't worn such beautiful knickers before."

"But it's a good time to remind you of one of the rules during your stay here - NO WANKING BEFORE BEDTIME!"

She told me to sit on a chair while she soaked a ball of cotton wool in some cleansing fluid and wiped my chest area around my nipples. Then she opened a box, which I was surprised to see contained a pair of silicone breasts. "These are high quality prosthetic breasts," she explained. "Just let me check how they look before I apply the adhesive to them."

I followed her instructions as she first established exactly where they would go and then glued them to my chest. "Just hold them in place for a few moments," she instructed. "This medical adhesive will hold them in place for several days," she explained. "I'll show you how to remove them later, but don't try to remove them without using the special solvent - otherwise you'll risk tearing off your skin. If you get any skin irritation, tell me immediately and I'll deal with it for you. But this only occurs very rarely, so shouldn't be a problem."

Once she was satisfied that the adhesive was set she told me to let go of my boobs. "They're heavy, aren't they?" she said. "In fact, they're very close to the weight of real breasts, so you can appreciate what it feels like to be carrying them round all the time. You'll feel better wearing a bra - it spreads the load to your shoulders.

So saying she helped me on with a white bra and adjusted the straps until she was satisfied that it fitted properly. "This bra supports the weight of your boobies, but allows them to move in a realistic manner," she explained.

She handed me a towelling robe and some slippers to put on, then led me out of the bedroom and across the corridor to another room. "This is the styling room," she explained. "I'm going to leave you in here for an hour or so."

She handed me over to a lady in a white trouser uniform. "Now let me see," said the lady, consulting a list of names. "This must be Didi?"

"That's right," said Nurse. "A pretty name for a pretty boy." They both laughed.

I was led to a chair in front of a special washbasin that I supposed was designed for a hairdressing salon. I sat in the chair and leaned back. My neck fitted into a cut-out in the front of the wash basin so that my hair could be washed in the basin.

"You've got a good head of hair, Didi," said the stylist. "I can do a lot with this."

Her strong but gentle fingers massaged my scalp as she washed my hair. I felt relaxed and pampered. She put a lot of curlers in my hair then told be to resume my leaning-back position.

"I'm going to give you a close shave now," she said and proceeded to lather my face and chin. She then took an old-fashioned cut-throat razor.

"Now just relax and trust me," she said. I had never been shaved with an old-fashioned razor before, but after my initial apprehension I realised that I was in expert hands. When she had finished and wiped my face clean with a moist cloth, I felt my face and it was remarkably smooth.

I noticed that she had shaved off my sideburns too.

I stood up and she led me into the next room, where she handed me over to another lady, similarly attired. "Didi, this lady is your manicurist for today. Nurse will remove your curlers later."

She turned to the manicurist. "Room 203," she said.

The manicurist smiled but did not speak as she trimmed and filed my fingernails before applying pink varnish. She attended to my toe-nails too, but merely trimmed a few where needed before applying the same pink varnish.

When she had finished (and still without speaking) she indicated that I was to put my slippers back on, then led me back to my bedroom.

I realised that this was a rather efficient production line for preparing new course members.

Back in my room, Nurse told me to remove my robe and slippers.

She fastened a suspender-belt around my waist and told me to thread the suspenders down inside my knickers. "Always wear you knickers outside your suspenders," she said. "Then you can quickly pull your knickers down when you go the toilet."

"And that reminds me of another of our course rules - ALWAYS SIT DOWN TO PEE. And when you have finished take two sheets of toilet paper and fold them into a little pad to wipe away the last drops of pee before you stand up again and pull your knickers up."

She showed be how to put my thumbs into the top of a stocking and gather the nylon with my fingers until I could put my foot into the toe of the stocking, and then carefully deploy the stocking up my leg. I fastened it to my suspenders and then repeated the procedure for the other stocking.

Then Nurse showed me how to adjust the suspenders while standing up, three on each side, not too taut (especially the back ones - or it would be difficult to sit down), but taut enough to prevent wrinkles.

Then Nurse handed me a pair of black shoes with 2-inch heels. "Try these on and make sure they are comfortable," she said.

"Now walk in them. Are they OK?"

They felt wonderful. I had never experienced wearing high heels before. Not that these were very high - but they were high enough top make my legs feel different and to make my bum feel as if it was sticking out more.

Walking up and down I could feel my suspenders pulling at my taut stocking-tops with every step.

My silky knickers caressed my hairless bottom.

My tits bounced a little.

My cock stiffened.

"OK," said Nurse. "I can see that your clothes are turning you on, but remember the rules. Wanking is not allowed before bedtime."

"And even then it will be supervised!"

"Now come and sit down while I take your curlers out." She removed the curlers and brushed my hair. "Who's a pretty boy then?" she laughed.

She handed me a white blouse to put on. I struggled a bit with the buttons, which were on the opposite side from what I was used to. The blouse was tailored and fitted snugly around my new bust.

Lastly there was a navy blue schoolgirl tunic. It went on over my head and there were some Velcro fastenings below the bust to allow adjustment to fit the individual wearing it. "These uniforms have to fit a variety of different people," explained Nurse.

The tunic was very short.

I realised that it barely covered my stocking-tops.

"Now this course is designed to enable you to explore the feminine side of your personality and also to enable you to understand how a young lady may feel and how she may wish to be treated by others, especially by boyfriends, perhaps."

"So hopefully you will become more aware of yourself, how your personality comes over to others, and how you relate to other people."

"You are wearing a very short skirt so that you will be very aware of how important it is to act in a way that does not flaunt your underwear."

"At first you may feel very vulnerable, but you should gain confidence as you get more used to wearing a dress."

"And we have found by experience that boys generally respond better if they are put in a schoolgirl uniform to start with. The uniform indicates that your are all classmates in a learning environment."

"And the fact that it's a girl's uniform helps to reinforce the feeling that you're not in your normal comfort zone. You're here to learn, but there will be some fun too."

"Now in about an hour, we will go down to the main drawing room where we will meet the other students. There are six of you on the course and you will all be wearing matching uniforms."

"The first exercise will be to practice how to sit down and stand up demurely, without showing your knickers each time. It will be difficult to achieve this at first, especially in such a short skirt and more especially if you have an erection. So I suggest that you practise walking around the room and then sitting in that chair."

"When you sit, keep your knees together and smooth your skirt under your bottom with your hands. And I recommend not to cross your legs at first. Crossing and uncrossing your legs also requires practice if you want to avoid showing your knickers or stocking-tops."

I did as Nurse suggested and she sat on the edge of the bed opposite to the chair so that she could see how successful I was at being demure. At first, each time I sat down or stood up she called out, "Saw them!" but gradually I got better.

"Schoolgirls who wear navy blue tunics usually wear navy blue knickers to match," explained Nurse. "Then if anyone does get a glimpse up their skirt, they can't really be sure whether they saw knickers or gymslip."

"But you'll all be wearing white or pink knickers, so if we see your knickers there'll be no doubting it. Now it's time to go downstairs. Do your best because there will be points awarded!"

I was rather apprehensive as I carefully went down the stairs with Nurse. I had almost forgotten the embarrassment of her seeing me first naked and then in bra and knickers.

But now I was to meet another group of people that I'd never met before. However, one side effect of my nervousness was that I had no sign of an erection. In fact it felt as if my cock had shrivelled to almost nothing and was just nestling in the comforting softness of my silky knickers along with my hairless plums.

We gathered in silence in the large drawing room. Eventually there were six of us "schoolgirls", some looking more boyish and others more girly. There were five other Nurses, so each schoolgirl had a Nurse to look after her.

"Now girls," Mrs Robinson addressed us, "I expect each of your Nurses has explained what we are trying to do, but I'll recap so you all get the same message."

"We are trying to help you improve your self awareness by putting you into an unfamiliar situation where you will meet and interact with others in a similar position. All human beings have a masculine and a feminine side to their personalities. While you are with us you will be constantly reminded of your feminine side."

"I'm not going to make a general introduction for all of you. Each of you will share a meal table with each of the others in turn over the next couple of days and you will be able to talk across the table on a one-to-one basis, girl to girl. These mealtimes will give you opportunities to practise relating to other individuals."

"There will also be some supervised group activities, for which points will be awarded. The points will have a financial value for you at the end of the course; I'll explain more about that later. The best girl, ie the one with the most points, will get a special prize. In the meantime I'll explain a few rules."

"You must each try your best to act in a ladylike fashion at all times. You must be courteous to the staff and to the other students. Points will be awarded for good behaviour and deducted for poor behaviour."

"You each have your own bedroom and you must not enter any bedroom except the one allocated to you."

"I realise that some of you may find the wearing of female underwear stimulating, but there is to be no wanking before bedtime. Your personal Nurse will tell you when you can relieve any untoward arousal."

"And you must always sit down to pee like other girls do. We don't want any firemen here waving their hoses about. Is that all clear?" She looked around the room and we all nodded.

"OK," she continued. "We are now going to have our first group activity. It's all about learning the most basic rules about being ladylike. About doing things in a very different way from how boys do things."

"You will see that there are a number of seats in a semi-circle." She indicated with her hand and we all looked. There was a normal dining-room chair, a comfortable-looking but rather low-seated arm chair, a tall bar-stool, a deckchair, an exercise bike, and a beanbag.

"The objective is to sit on each of these seats and then to get up again without displaying your underwear. We will be watching you and awarding points. Always remember to tuck your skirt under your bottom as you sit down. Points will be deducted if we think that your knickers are touching the seat.

I want you all to go and stand by one of the seats now. You will all be trying each of the seats three times so it doesn't matter where you start. When I tell you to sit you will all do so and you will wait for me to tell you to stand. Then when I tell you to change places, the girl who was sitting on the beanbag will move over to the dining chair and all the others move along one. We'll repeat that until you've all been round three times. Is that clear?" We all nodded.

"OK girls, sit," she said. I was by the barstool. It was tricky to hold the stool with one hand while trying to tuck my skirt under my bottom with the other. Fortunately there was a cross piece between the front legs of the stool and I was able to hook the heel of my shoe on it to help me get up onto the stool and off again when instructed.

The dining room chair was no problem to get on or off.

The armchair almost swallowed you up; it felt as if your legs would go up in the air if you were not careful.

This and the deckchair were also difficult to get out of while keeping you knees together.

It was difficult to remember to keep your knees together getting on and off the exercise bike.

After a disastrous first attempt to sit on the beanbag (which provoked tears of laughter from two of the watching Nurses) I did better later by more or less kneeling to get down to it.

The beanbag was a little distance from the other seats, so that all the schoolgirls could get a good view. It was quite stimulating to see the girls as they all failed (initially, at least) to avoid displaying their knickers - all with a distinctly male bulge, and one with a partial erection evident. I felt a little tingle in my own cock at the sight of the latter. I managed to avoid getting a tent-pole in my own knickers by concentrating on my own performance.

We were not told how our points scores compared, but were each taken back to our rooms by our Nurses.

"Now I'm going to make you look pretty for your evening meal," explained Nurse. "Watch what I do carefully, because you'll have to practise it yourself tomorrow."

The first thing she did was to trim my eyebrows with an electric trimmer. What was left was very short and neat. "You won't need to do that again this week," said Nurse.

I sat in front of the dressing-table mirror watching out of the corner of my eye as she used an eyebrow pencil to accentuate what was left of each my eyebrows with a dark thin curve.

"Now you're not going to learn how to apply make-up properly in the time we have available, so we are just going to concentrate on four items. The eyebrow pencil is the easiest part, but you will need to be careful to ensure smooth symmetrical curves."

"The next item is eye-shadow and is perhaps the most difficult because you need to close one eye at a time while you do it. First you have to choose a colour. I would suggest this blue would suit you. Now you need to cover only that part of your eyelid that goes over your closed eye. There will only be a hint of colour above your eyes except when you blink or close your eyes. Dab it on to start with, then brush it gently with short strokes to get an even coverage." She did one eye and let me have a good look at it in the mirror before proceeding with the other.

"Now for mascara on your eyelashes. I think you will have to do this yourself because you have to control when you blink. Scrape off excess mascara from the applicator brush. Its best to do the lower lashes first. Tilt your head forward a little and brush the mascara onto your lashes, moving the brush away from your eyes with each stroke. You need two or three brushings on each lash. Make sure you don't touch the skin below your eyes with the applicator - you only want the mascara on your lashes. Now do the top eyelashes. I think these are easier." She watched as I did all this. "That's very good for your first attempt," she approved.

"Now for the bit most boys like best - the lipstick." She removed the cap and twisted the base so that the pink tip rose into view.

"It's like a little cock, isn't it?" she laughed. "Is your mouth ready for it?"

"Now keep still. I'm going to start by making a thin outline." When she had done this she let me look in the mirror to see how the line of lipstick followed the curves of the edges of my lips. "Always start with the edges," she said. "If necessary you can wipe some of the outline off with a tissue and do it again. When you're satisfied with the outline you just fill in the rest, moving the lipstick from the centre to the edges. Now part your lips and close them gently on this folded tissue. This will remove any excess and also help to set the lipstick in place. Now have a good look at your face in the mirror. Remember how it looks, because next time you will have to do it without my help."

"It's nearly time for the evening meal," said Nurse. "Now you're going to be sitting at a table for two with one of the other schoolgirls facing you. You must be nice and attentive to her. Appreciate how pretty she looks and compliment her on her appearance. Try to keep up a friendly conversation except of course when you're eating."

"Don't just talk about yourself, show an interest in your table companion. Allow her time to speak as well - you should each take an equal part in the conversation. Apart from showing an interest in her and making her feel appreciated you can talk about what you like - how you like the clothes you're wearing, for example."

But I suggest you respect each other's privacy. You've each been given a girl's name and it's best to just use that while you're here. There's no need to reveal your male identity or where you live."

"You'll have a different table companion for each of the meals during your stay here, so the mealtimes will be the only times you have to get to know each other as individuals on a one-to-one basis."

At dinner I sat opposite Emma. She had pretty greenish eyes and full lips that looked ready to be kissed. I complimented her on them.

She told me she liked my curly hair. She had a nice smile.

I think it was the first time I had really studied a dining companion.

I also appreciated the nice things she said about my appearance.

We had a glass of wine with our meal. The courses were of small dainty servings but very good quality of food.

"I like being dressed as a schoolgirl, don't you?" asked Emma. "It's like being back at school, only crucially different."

"And the knickers are divine," I replied, "and I love wearing stockings too."

"And having boobs," she giggled. "My cock's more or less hard all the time!"

I remembered the sitting down exercise, with a tingling in my own cock.

Mrs Robinson clapped her hands. "OK, girls. The meal is over."

As I got up from the table I was very aware of my hard erection. As Emma kissed my cheek her hand brushed the front of my skirt and I felt a little shudder of delight run through my whole body.

Nurse accompanied me back to my room.

"Boys like being girls, don't they?" she said. "I noticed that several of you had skirts that were not hanging smoothly. As if you had something sticking up under your skirts."

She helped me off with the gymslip. "Now look at yourself in the full length mirror," she said. "You look very pretty don't you?"

As I looked at my reflection she fondled my bottom through my silky knickers. I felt my cock starting to respond. "Don't fight it," she said and her fingers touched the front of my knickers. In no time I had a rock-hard erection.

"You've been waiting for this moment all day, haven't you?" she went on as she eased my cock from my knickers. She soon had me spurting copiously into a glass and her practised fingers continued to milk me dry as my cock subsided.

"Use your middle finger to collect the last drop," she instructed. "Now lick it."

She handed me the glass. "You don't HAVE to swallow it, but it will make you feel more girly if you do".

"And there'll be 25 extra points for you."

I tipped the contents of the glass into my mouth. It didn't have a very strong taste, but did have a peculiar texture.

As I swallowed she said "Of course if you were a girl sucking your boyfriend's cock, that would have come spurting warm into your mouth."

"But at least you now know something about what it's like," she continued as she tucked my now tiny penis into my comforting knickers.

After all the excitement of the day I now felt exhausted and (literally) drained.

But Nurse said "Now you still have a few things to do before you go to bed. First you need to remove your make-up."

She took a small pad from a packet, applied some eye make-up remover and showed me how to remove my eyebrow liner, eye shadow and mascara.

Another pad with special jelly removed my lipstick.

"Now wash your face," she said. "Don't rub it too hard. You'll need to wash your cock properly as well. Change into the nightie and knickers that are on the bed. You don't need to wear a bra in bed, but you can do if you feel more comfortable."

"But when you've put your nightie on there's still something you must do before getting into bed," she went on.

"You must wash the knickers and stockings you've been wearing today - there's some soap powder by the wash basin. After washing them and rinsing them properly, hang them on the short clothes line over the bath overnight."

"Then you can snuggle up in bed and sweet dreams. But remember whatever you may be dreaming about, no more wanking is allowed until bedtime tomorrow. I'll come and wake you in the morning."

I did all as I had been instructed and then gratefully slipped under the bed-clothes. Within moments I was asleep, my hand cradling my smooth drained balls though my soft knickers.

It seemed only moments later that sunlight streamed into the bedroom when Nurse opened the curtains.

"Did you sleep well?" I nodded, forcing myself to wake up.

"Now take your night things off and go to the bathroom. Shave your face and then shave your cock and balls again. You don't want any stubble snagging your knickers."

"As I explained yesterday, having your genitals completely hair-free helps you to appreciate the sensation of wearing silky knickers."

"But it also helps to reinforce the idea that you are not an unruly boy - you are here to learn. You're dressed as a schoolgirl, and schoolgirls don't have hairy balls, do they?"

I smiled, reflecting that sissy boys wouldn't have hairy pubes either.

"Wear a shower cap to keep your hair dry when in the shower then dry yourself properly and get dressed. Here is some clean underwear. Now before coming down to breakfast you must brush your hair and put on your make-up, and you must also iron the underwear you washed yesterday."

"Leave the items on the ironing board for inspection. We like to see knickers laid flat and stockings neatly folded if you want to get maximum points."

"We'll be checking how well you've done and awarding points after breakfast. You have one hour to get ready and come downstairs."

She left the room and I got up and slipped out of my nightie and knickers. I went to the bathroom. After shaving my face I used the razor on my cock and balls. Then I got into the shower, remembering to wear the shower cap as instructed.

It was strange, but stimulating, to be standing under the shower with boobs on my chest. I wished they were real, with sensitive nipples...

I dried myself off and went back into the bedroom. As I put on my clean knickers, my hairless balls felt lovely and soft like a girl's balls would be if they had them, or at least like a girly boy's balls.

I put on my bra, suspender-belt and stockings. I brushed my hair, then put on my gymslip and shoes.

I plugged in the iron. It was very erotic to be ironing a pair of knickers knowing that I was wearing similar underwear as I did so. There was a similar sensation as I ironed my stockings and I felt my cock stiffening.

I checked the time and realised that I needed to hurry. I quickly put on my make-up, being fairly pleased with the result, then went downstairs.

I was shown to my breakfast table to sit opposite Jennifer. We smiled at each other in a friendly way.

She looked quite pretty, but I didn't think her make-up was as well done as mine although she had obviously made an effort.

She had very full lips and I told her so. "Very kissable".

I noticed how her eyes lit up when she smiled. She slipped off her shoe and stroked the side of my leg with her foot. "I like stockings, don't you?" she said.

"So sexy when you put your hand up a girl's skirt and stroke the top of her stocking. I wish it would happen to me."

I smiled, my cock stiffening at the thought.

After breakfast we sat in a circle and each of us in turn was examined by Mrs Robinson in front of all the others. She explained what make-up was done well and what wasn't. Points were recorded, but as usual we weren't told our scores.

"Right girls. You have an hour and a half to repair your make-up, make your beds and tidy up your rooms including the bathroom. Then come back down here. We'll check your make-up again - you have a chance to pick up a few more points, then we'll have a light lunch."

I hurried up to my room, knowing that the hour and a half would soon pass. I saw that my freshly laundered underwear had been placed on the dressing table and that the ironing board had been folded away. I hoped that my ironing had been satisfactory.

I made a few quick modifications to my make-up, remembering the comments that had been made.

I neatly folded my nightie and knickers and put them under my pillow.

Then I made up my bed. I spent some time in the bathroom cleaning and rinsing the surfaces.

I'd never been much of a cleaning-up sort of person, but somehow it now seemed quite a natural thing to do when wearing a bra, knickers and a skirt.

I realised that this was a rather sexist thought and resolved to do better in future.

(Or perhaps I'd be wearing female clothes more often in future?)

I shared a table with Wilma at lunchtime. I thought she was very attractive and we got on very well.

I realised that I was finding it easy to make friends quickly now that I spent more time thinking about them rather than just about myself.

I think it also helped that all we boys were wearing the same girls' school uniforms and were all probably for the first time experiencing the sensations of having boobs.

And (maybe not for the first time) wearing female underwear.

In the afternoon we were given a flower arranging demonstration and then we had to try ourselves. I tried to remember all that had been explained about balance, shape and colour, but I didn't think my arrangement was all that good. But it was much better than anything I had ever tried before, and I don't think it was any worse than the other students.

The demonstrator was kind and said we had all done very well for the first time. She explained the good and bad aspects of what we had done and I could see that points were being awarded.

"Right girls," said Mrs Robinson. "We all need some fresh air - we'll go out for a walk in the grounds."

It was a warm afternoon and quite pleasant to walk outside. Nevertheless, I was aware of the cool air reaching up my skirt and finding the bare flesh between knickers and stocking-tops.

We came to a place where there a few steps going up to a balustrade. "Right girls I want you all to go and look over the balustrade. There is a small building down below and I want you to see who can give me the best description of it."

We all went to the balustrade and looked over. I couldn't see any building at all and leant further over, as did all the others. I still couldn't see any building.

When I turned round to ask Mrs Robinson I realised that it had only been an excuse for the ladies to take photographs up our short skirts as we leant forwards. They were all smiling broadly. I felt myself blushing and noticed that one or two of the other girls did too.

We walked on and came to a play area with some swings. "Come on girls," said Mrs Robinson. "Let's see how high you can get the swings to go."

There were six swings in two rows of three, so as we each sat on one we could see three other girls facing us.

When you're wearing a short skirt it's impossible to make the swing go higher and higher without showing your underwear. So we had several minutes of fun watching each other with a splendid view of stocking-tops creamy thighs and pretty knickers.

Pretty knickers with unmistakeable bulges in them. Although I was admiring the view (and being aware that I was displaying as much of my underwear as the others were) I did notice that more photos were being taken.

When it was felt we'd had enough exercise, Mrs Robinson indicated that we should stop.

Getting off the swings, we all remembered to pull our short tunics down to cover our knickers.

Back at the house we were told that it was time to change for dinner. "You should all have a good appetite after all that excitement."

Back in my room Nurse helped me off with my gymslip. I freshened up and renewed my make-up. Nurse spritzed me with heady perfume before helping me into a slip and a blue dress.

The skirt of the dress was a few inches longer than the gym tunic, but still came well above the knee. It was closefitting round my bust and flared from the waist.

I was also given a pair of black shoes with 3-inch heels. I put them on.

"Do you feel sexy?" asked Nurse.

I certainly did wearing higher heels and with a silky slip brushing my silky knickers.

When I saw my reflection I could see that the dress flattered my figure. Not at all like the schoolgirl uniform. And the higher heels improved the shape of my legs.

I had dinner with Norma. Although she looked very pretty and ladylike in her green dress, I couldn't help remembering the view up her skirt as I had sat opposite to her on the swings earlier.

I told how I had liked watching her on the swing.

"Yes," she giggled. "That was fun."

"I was getting to like wearing the gymslip," she said. "But I like this frock even better. Yours is very pretty too."

"You've got a lovely figure," I replied, "and your dress emphasises your shapely bust."

"Yes," replied Norma, "and yours does too. Isn't it great having tits?"

After dinner we each paired up with our respective nurses as music was played and the nurses tried to teach us how to waltz. We each danced with our nurse to start with and tried to learn both the "men's" and the "ladies'" way of dancing.

Of course you can't really learn to waltz properly in such a short time. But then we schoolgirls got to dance with each other.

Hands that should have been resting on waists tended to move down to fondle bums.

Skirts touched skirts.

Each with an erection beneath them.

Dancing cock to cock!

We changed partners a couple of times and were all pretty breathless when the music finally stopped. I was breathless from dancing, but also from maintaining a pulsating erection for so long. I think the other students were in the same condition.

Points were awarded again, then we were all accompanied to our rooms by our nurses. Nurse supervised my undressing and removing of make-up.

Finally, she relieved the pressure in my aching cock and once again I drank my "milky drink". She waited until I had washed and hung my underwear up to dry, probably aware that I was dying to snuggle up in bed.

She woke me the next morning. "OK," she said. "It's the final day of the course."

"You'll be wearing your gymslip again today, and you should put on the higher heels that you wore last night. Don't forget to do your ironing and put on your make-up before you come down to breakfast."

I sat with Geraldine at breakfast. She had a nice smile and I remembered how our cocks had touched through our skirts as we had danced the waltz the evening before.

We chatted away. I was surprised how easy it had become for me to start up a conversation. I realised it was at least partly because each of us seemed genuinely interested in the other person.

After breakfast we all met together. Mrs Robinson explained, "I expect most of you have tried on your sister's or your mothers underwear in private once or twice, but I doubt whether you have been in a school class like this before. You've all been dressed as schoolgirls for this course."

"The intention was to make you feel like school students again, but of course also to put you in an unfamiliar situation that you would all share. I think that you have bonded as a group pretty well."

"I also think that you have achieved the main intentions of the course, namely, for each of you to become more aware of yourself and how you project yourself to others, and for you to be able to see the good sides of other people and be more considerate of others."

"And maybe you have gained some appreciation of how girls feel when treated by inconsiderate boys."

"But I hope you've had some fun as well."

She explained the points system and told us how many we had each scored. I was pleased to hear that I had been awarded most points and so got a prize of a hundred extra points.

"Now if you wish to buy some of the things you've been wearing, you can use the points to get a discount. I'm afraid the school tunics are not for sale, we need to maintain stock of uniforms for new students."

"However you get your knickers, stockings and suspender-belts free of charge to keep as a memento. I suggest you wear your knickers regularly to remind you of the lessons learned."

"Think about what you want to buy over lunch, and we will complete the details afterwards. But before lunch would you all pose for the official course photograph?"

The official photo was taken by one of the ladies from the catering staff (all the other ladies came to watch). Mrs Robinson was seated at the centre and the schoolgirls stood three either side of her with their respective nurses standing behind each.

"Now let's have a less formal pose," said the photographer. Punch the air with both hands and shout 'Yes' when I give the signal. Let's just practise that." When she was satisfied she said, "Right, we'll go for it this time."

One... two... three."

Just as we schoolgirls shouted, "Yes," our nurses lifted our gymslips up from behind to show our underwear.

And, of course, as we all had our hands in the air, we were helpless at the moment the photo was taken.

All the watching ladies cheered and laughed. "Leave us your email details if you want a copy," said Mrs Robinson.

We schoolgirls all sat together for lunch and discussed the price lists for the course clothing etc. The falsie boobs were the most expensive item. "I've liked being dressed up," said Wilma, "but I don't know when I'd get the chance to wear a dress again."

I didn't know when I'd get the chance to dress either. But, what the hell? With all my points I could just about afford to buy everything - shoes, dress, boobs, bra, make-up and the nightie set.

So that's what I decided to do.

"Now go and get changed," said Mrs Robinson when we had all finished eating. Your Nurse will help you pack anything you've bought or put items back into storage as appropriate."

Back in my bedroom for the last time, Nurse helped me undress and showed me how to remove the falsie boobs. She also help me remove the make-up from my face.

I left my stockings and knickers on under my boy clothes. "We have arranged for your Aunt Helen to pick you up at 4.00pm," said Nurse.

Before leaving I was given a certificate (with my real name) that I had completed the course. I was also given a copy of the official group photo.

It was somehow arranged that I didn't get to see any of my classmates in boy mode before leaving (just as on arrival, I realised).

I got into Aunt Helen's car. "Have you had a good time?" she asked.

Back at her home she asked how it had all gone. I explained how a group of boys had had to dress as schoolgirls for the duration of the course, and also that I'd bought clothes home with me.

"Well I noticed your pretty pink nails," smiled my Aunt, "so I'm not altogether surprised at what you told me."

I'd got so used to my nails that I hadn't noticed they were still pink. Looking in a mirror I realised that my hair still looked rather girly.

"Would you like to dress up again? asked my Aunt. "You could stay here overnight and we could go shopping together tomorrow."

I smiled and gave her a hug. "Yes please," I said.

That evening I obtained my milky drink myself before putting on my nightie. I looked round the bedroom I was in, but couldn't see an iron or ironing board.

The next morning I put on my dress and carefully applied my make-up. "You look very pretty, dear," said Aunt Helen as we had a light breakfast. "Didi, I think you said your name was."

I nodded. We spent the morning shopping. I chose another dress and some skirts and tops that my Aunt kindly paid for. In another store I got several more pairs of knickers that I paid for myself, as well as some more packs of stockings. We had lunch in the shopping mall and I remembered how to sit down in a ladylike manner.

I thanked my Aunt for her kindness. "I wouldn't have dared come here on my own in a dress. Thank you for bringing me."

As we were driving back Aunt Helen said, "You can come and stay with me as my niece as often as you like."

Back at my flat a day or so later an e-mail arrived with more school photos. I hadn't realised that so many photos had been taken. There were a lot of close-ups of me. Especially upskirt front and back.

The message with the photo said that Mrs Robinson also offered other courses that I might be interested in. The list included topics such as Cooking, Flirting and Dressmaking.

And Tucking (I didn't know what that meant. Not then.)

A couple of days later my girl-friend rang. "Your Aunt Helen told me you'd changed and would like to get together again. You could take me out for a meal and we could talk." We arranged a date.

My nail varnish had now been removed. My eyebrows had regrown a little but were still tidy. I was shaving my cock and balls every day and had resolved only to wear girl's knickers from now on. I often wore my suspenders and stockings under my trousers, but not on this occasion.

Over dinner I was much more aware of my girl-friend's appearance than before. In fact there were things about her that I hadn't noticed before.

I paid much more attention to her and complimented her on her clear blue eyes, the little freckles on her nose, her neat hands and nails...

She squeezed my hand. You're a different person now. It must have been quite some course that you went on.

Tell me all about it...