Immaculate

 

Immaculate Deceptions

PART ONE

by: Debbie L.

 

"Now look, Eric.  I will be gone for two weeks.  I know that you are a very mature young man for your age, but I can't leave a 12 year old boy home alone for that long.  Marcia will be staying, and that's final."

Eric Langer was disappointed.  He was the smartest boy in his 8th grade class and was sure he could take care of himself for two weeks.  "But Mom, I don't need a baby-sitter."

"Look at it this way, then.  Marcia will be housesitting.  She'll just cook and care for you as part of the deal.  You can take care of yourself as much as you'd like.  But you have to mind her.  I don't want to come home and hear you gave her any trouble at all.  Understood?"

Seeing that look on his mother's face that made it clear she was not going to discuss it any further, Eric nodded.  He knew that he shouldn't be too hard on his mother.   She'd done her best to care for him since his father had left them.   "Okay Mom, I'll be good."

Just then, the cab arrived to take Mrs.  Langer to the airport for her business trip.  "Remember," she said, "do whatever Marcia says, no matter what.   If you don't agree with something she said, we'll talk about it when I get back.   Until then, her word is law."

Eric had walked to school that morning.  He went to a private school called Tucker Academy.  It was an all boys school, and his going there was something his mother had insisted on after the marriage had ended.  "I think you'll do better at Tucker," she'd said, when Eric had balked at switching schools.  He didn't want to leave his friends behind.

That he had done better and even skipped a grade had come with a price.  He was a complete outcast and loner at Tucker.  The other kids were from wealthier families, and had been born into cliques based on their relative wealth and social position.   Worse yet, Eric was a slender youth without the muscles that might have garnered him favor.  He was a good athlete, but his position as class brain coupled with his family's lack of prodigious wealth, had combined to make him a social zero.

That made for long days for Eric, and the first day of his mother's business trip was no exception.  When he finally arrived home, after having stayed late at school to work on a lab project, Marcia was waiting for him.  She was watching television in the living room, and doing her own homework, while dinner simmered in the kitchen.   "Hello, Eric," she said as he walked in.  "How was your day at school, and why are you so late getting home?"

Eric had pondered how he would act towards Marcia.  She'd been his sitter since the breakup of his mother's marriage.  Four years of being a brat to get attention hadn't really gotten him anywhere.  Besides, it was time to behave and treat Marcia fairly.  It wasn't her fault he was stuck with her watching him.  He smiled, and replied, "My day was okay.  I stayed late to work on a project in Science."

"Maybe we can help each other with homework after supper.  It should be ready soon.  Go wash up."

"Okay, Marcia.  And, I'm sorry for all the times I was such a pain.   I'll be better this time."

"That's good to hear, Eric.  I'll do better, too, at making sure I don't treat you like a little kid.  Hurry up and wash your hands though, I'm hungry."

After dinner, the two sat down at the cleared off dining room table and did their homework.  Eric was no longer able to help Marcia, she'd finally gotten far enough ahead of him in school that even his genius wasn't quite up to most of her work.  A junior at Immaculate, the all girls Catholic school in town, Marcia was a bit older than her classmates.  Her birthday had been four days short of the cutoff to start school with her childhood friends, and she'd been forced to wait another year to begin kindergarten.  As a result, even though she was only a junior, she was already 17 and drove a car.

After they were done with their homework, Marcia let Eric stay up later than normal to watch television with her.  Unlike most girls her age, she didn't yak on the phone with her girlfriends a lot.  Unless it was in person, she wasn't much on "girltalk".  She preferred reading or watching television.  Here at the Langer residence, she could watch whatever she wanted, free from her older sister and aunt.  But when the 11:00 p.m.  news started, she sent Eric off to bed.   "Go on Eric, time for bed now.  If you get up first thing tomorrow, I'll make pancakes before we go to school."

Pancakes were Eric's favorite food in the world.  He ran off to bed after giving Marcia a chaste peck on the cheek.  It was part of the ritual that had begun the first time she'd baby-sat for Eric.  It was almost a reflex now.

In the morning at breakfast, Marcia had another surprise for Eric.  "I was going to have you just come home and leave you something to eat, but since you were so good last night, do you want to come with me to the basketball game tonight? Immaculate is in the playoffs."

Go to a girls high school basketball game.  Any hormonally influenced teen would say yes to that.  "Sure, I'd love to go."

"Well, your mom didn't leave me a lot of cash, but I think we can cover a ticket to the game.  I'll pick you up in front of school at four.  We'll come home, grab a quick bite to eat, and go to the game.  I'll have to go home and get my uniform though, I forgot it when I packed."

"Uniform?"

"Oh, yes.  I made J.V.  cheer this year.  We get in free if we wear our uniforms to the varsity games.  All the cheerleaders, J.V., freshman and middle school get in free, if they come in uniform.  We all sit in one big section in the gym, and cheer really loud.  But I'll sit by you since you don't know anyone at Immaculate.  Now eat.  Otherwise, we'll be late."

* * * * * *

Eric had been amazed by the game.  Immaculate had just over 550 students, roughly 80 per grade, in grades 6 through 12, and it seemed they were all at the game.  The gym was packed.  One section in the middle was full of girls in the green and white sweaters and skirts of the Immaculate cheerleaders of all grades.  Marcia sat on the edge of this section, across the aisle from Eric.  She introduced him to several girls around his age, who were very happy to see that he'd come to their game to root for Immaculate.

Michelle, who was also an 8th grader like Eric, changed seats to sit next to him, and introduced herself.  "My sister is the big tall girl out on the court.   Terri is one of the stars of our team.  Where do you go to school, Eric?"

"I go to Tucker.  It's a good school."

"I went to the fall mixer there.  It seemed nice enough.  I don't remember seeing you there, though."

"I don't go to dances and stuff like that.  I'm kind of a loner." Eric couldn't believe what he'd just said.  He tried to cover up.  "I mean, I like to concentrate on my homework and stuff.  I'm the top student in the class."

"Wow, that's pretty good.  I'm one of the top students in the 8th grade at Immaculate.  Maybe we could study together, sometime."

"That would be fun.  Hey, they are starting the game again.  Let's watch."

They watched Immaculate come from behind and notch a win.  "That's awesome, Michelle.  Our team didn't advance in the playoffs." Eric was as excited as the girls around him over Immaculate's win.

"Then you won't have any excuse for not joining us for the next round game in a few days.  I will look forward to seeing you there.  Bye, Eric!"

Marcia took Eric out for a soda after the game, at a place where many of the Immaculate girls and their boyfriends had gone.  There were some snickers and teasing by those who thought Marcia was busily robbing the cradle with a young boyfriend.  These were laid to rest quickly enough, though.  Sarah, Marcia's best friend, told the others that Eric was the kid that Marcia was baby-sitting, while his mother was away on business.

That night, Eric had trouble sleeping.  He had visions of all the girls from Immaculate.  It had been his first prolonged exposure to girls, and to his surprise, he'd liked it a lot.  He told Marcia about this the next morning.

"Well, it's about time you realized we don't all have cooties!" she'd said in response.  "I'll take you to all the playoff games if you like." When Eric nodded sheepishly, Marcia laughed, and grabbed him in a bear hug.  "Come on, Eric, time to shower.  Get moving."

They had gone to the next playoff game, and Eric had again sat with Michelle and a few of her good friends.  He met Cathy and Nicole and Amy.  Marcia teased him about having more friends at Immaculate than he did at Tucker, but stopped immediately when she saw the look of hurt on his face.

"I'm sorry, Eric.  I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.  You really don't have friends at your school, do you?"

"No.  They all hate me, and make fun of me."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know.  Want me to beat em up for you? I would, ya know."

"No, that wouldn't help.  But thanks for the offer."

"Hey, no sweat.  Besides, there's another playoff game on Tuesday night.   We'll have a blast.  We can even go out afterwards, even though it's a school night."

But Monday afternoon, after school was out, Marcia realized she had a serious problem.   She'd stuffed her wad of cash into her purse at lunch that day, and now it was missing.  She had no more money.  It wasn't the end of the world.  Eric's mother was due back on Friday night, and there was plenty of food in the house.  But there was no way for Marcia to take Eric to the playoff game.

"But I really wanted to go."

"I know dear, but I don't have the five bucks for the ticket.  Do you?" Eric shook his head in disgust.

"I spent all my allowance already.  The rest of my money is in the bank, and I need Mom's signature to get it out.  Doesn't your aunt have some money you can get?"

"No way.  She'd kill me if they knew I lost a hundred dollars.  I can charge the dinner after the game on my Visa, but I can't buy the ticket with it.  I can't take a cash advance, either, Aunt Elise put a block on my card for that.  I guess you'll have to skip the game.  Wait, maybe Sarah will buy you a ticket.   I'll call her."

Sarah came over a few minutes later.  Like Marcia, she was a junior, and a very good looking girl, at that.  She was Eric's height, and had the brightest blue eyes.   They seemed to light up when she spoke as though her life's energy was pulsating.

"Eric honey, I'm sorry, but I'm flat busted." Then, cupping her breasts for a moment, she laughed, and said, "I should have said flat broke.  Nothing flat about my bust." Eric blushed bright red.

"Thanks anyway, Sarah.  Marcia, I'm going to go to my room and do my homework."

"Wait a minute, Eric.  Turn around for me." Sarah's request seemed strange, but Eric complied.  "Thanks, honey, see you later."

After Eric had left the room, Marcia turned to Sarah and asked, "Why did you have him turn around?"

"Because I have an idea about how to get him into the game with us tomorrow, and a way to have some fun at the same time.  What if we dressed him up in my 8th grade cheerleader's uniform, and had him sit in the pep section with us?"

"Are you crazy? He'd never do that.  Besides, your uniform would never fit."

"It would too, and I'll prove it.  That's why I had him turn around.   Let me run home and get it." Sarah lived only ten minutes away from the Langer residence.  She was back in twenty minutes, carrying a gym bag over her shoulder.   "Eric, could you come out here?" Sarah called out loudly.

He came back into the living room.  "What did you need? Oh, it doesn't matter, I finished my homework hours ago, I was just surfing the web."

"Eric, I had an idea how you could go to the game with us tomorrow night.  Do you want to go?"

"Oh, yes! More than anything."

"You're going to have to want it pretty bad to get to go.  Do you want it that badly?"

"Yes!" he said.  "What do I have to do to go?"

"Wear this," Sarah said, and poured the contents of her gym bag out onto the coffee table.

Eric walked over and looked at the pile.  "These are girls clothes."

"Yes, dear.  An 8th grade cheerleader's uniform, just like your friend Michelle wears.  With a little makeup, and some styling to your hair, no one would suspect a thing."

"I would never get away with it."

Marcia perked up her ears at that.  "You mean that you would do it, if you could get away with it?"

Eric paused.  "Yes, if I could, and if people wouldn't laugh.  But Michelle would laugh at me."

Marcia said, "Let me think about it overnight.  Sarah will leave the uniform here.  Now go back to your web surfing, but come straight home from school tomorrow.   Right at three, so we can figure out what we're going to do."

The day dragged on for Eric at school on Tuesday.  His teachers noted that he was distracted, but figured it was just part of his difficult path at Tucker.  Maybe some of his classmates were picking on him again.  It would sort itself out.  His grades were topnotch, it was just a shame that he didn't seem to do well socially.

He raced home from school.  Sarah and Marcia were there, and so, to Eric's surprise, was Michelle.  She smiled, and pointed to the cheerleader outfit that was laid out on the sofa.  "I won't laugh at you, Eric.  I think it will be fun.  Please wear it, so I can sit with you at the game."

"Only if I don't look silly or stupid."

Marcia said, "Oh, stop.  You are going to be adorable.  Now, let's get busy, we only have a couple of hours to get you ready."

Eric was thin enough to wear Sarah's old uniform easily, and to everyone's surprise, even her cheerleader sneakers fit him.  The three girls stood there giving him a critical appraisal as he stood there in the uniform, having just put on the skirt, sweater and shoes, although not the appropriate undergarments just yet.

"I think we should wax his legs.  He has a little hair, and it's just a bit much for a girl.  Besides, we all were obsessive about having smooth legs at that age.  What do you think?" Sarah finished talking, and turned to Michelle.

"Waxing is too harsh.  There must be some Neet or something around here.   Let's look around."

Mrs.  Langer had some depilatory in her bathroom, and the girls took Eric into the bathroom and applied it to his legs, arms and chest after stripping him down to just a pair of boxer shorts.  "Honey, wait fifteen minutes, and then get into the shower and rinse.  After you are done, put on these undershorts, and come back out into your mom's bedroom.  We will have everything ready in there."

The itching was intense after a few minutes, and Eric was frantically awaiting the moment he could dive into the shower's warm water.  The sparse hair on his body fell away, and was washed down the drain.  He washed his hair, using his mother's scented shampoo instead of his own, since he was in her bathroom.  After he was finished, he dried off his body, and after donning the bright green panties the girls had given him, he grabbed a terrycloth robe and went back into the bedroom.

"Good, you left your hair damp.  It will make it easier for us to dry and style it ourselves, and then we can use this." Eric looked over at Marcia who was holding up a thick, dark-haired wig.  "Your mother had this in her closet in a box.  We think it will be the perfect final touch for you.  Now, sit right here for a minute, and let us work."

Sarah did the makeup, while Marcia dried and used a curling iron just a bit on Eric's hair.  Michelle sat and watched, giving suggestions from time to time, and reminding the other girls that Eric was still just an 8th grader, and so wouldn't wear too much makeup.  When they were done, they helped him don the athletic bra, and then the sweater and skirt.  He put on the bobby sox, and then Sarah's old saddle shoes.   Marcia slipped the wig onto his head and pinned it into place with several pins.   "Shake your head sweetie, make sure it won't come loose.  Shake really hard."

Eric shook his head.  The hair fell around his face in cascades.  He felt it covering the back of his neck.  Sarah said, "I told you it would be below his shoulder blades.  We'll pin some of it back with a clip once we're sure it won't fall off of his head."

Marcia grinned while saying, "That wig isn't coming off until I take it off.   It is pinned, and I mean pinned.  Right, Eric?"

It was Michelle who first realized that Eric was no longer an appropriate name to call him by.  At least, not while he was dressed as such.  "We can't call a pretty girl like Eric by that name.  He looks more like an Erica."

"No." The vehemence of Eric's response surprised everyone, including Eric.   "We can think of another name.  But not Erica."

They tossed around several ideas before deciding that Susan would be a good name.   Even Eric approved.  Sarah said, "Shame we don't have time to embroider Susan's name on her sweater, but no one will notice a thing.  Now, the rest of us better get ready quick like bunnies, so we can be there on time."

It didn't take the real girls long to get into their green and white uniforms.   The four of them rode to the game together.  Marcia and Michelle tried to get a very nervous Eric/Susan to relax.  They kept complimenting her on her appearance, and saying no one would notice a thing.

Immaculate is a cliquish school where not everyone knows everyone else, particularly since people moved in and out of town frequently.  That's what happens in cities where there are big industrial plants and military bases.  So when friends of Michelle asked her, "Who's that with you?" they didn't think twice when Michelle replied, "Susan just transferred in a few weeks ago." When asked how she'd become a cheerleader so quickly, the easy explanation was, "You know that anyone who comes out for 8th grade cheer gets in."

That was true.  While there were around 80 students in each grade at Immaculate, many of the girls didn't want to be cheerleaders, preferring to do other things.  So in 7th and 8th grade, anyone who wanted to be on the pep squad would be allowed to take part.  It was only once girls got into the Upper School that opportunities to cheer were limited, and became competitive.

Eric/Susan sat nervously in the stands.  She looked around at the sea of cheerleaders that surrounded her.  They all greeted her, and made her feel welcome as Michelle introduced her around.  Fortunately, no one wanted to talk about school or classes, for Eric had no idea which teachers were which at Immaculate.

The game went well, and the girls of Immaculate were triumphant again.  After the game was completed and people started heading out, Michelle said, "I need to use the bathroom.  Anyone else need to go?" Eric said in a soft voice, trying desperately to continue to sound like a girl, "I need to go, too."

Marcia said, "You girls go on, and we'll meet you at the car." Then she and Sarah headed for the parking lot, while Michelle led Eric to the ladies room in the foyer of the gym.  "We can't go in the locker room, the girls basketball team is using that.  Hopefully, there won't be a line."

There wasn't a line.  What there was, was a large nun known as Sister Elizabeth, standing in front of the ladies room.  "Girls, this one is off-limits to students tonight, it's reserved for the press and other adults.  You can use the one in the History Building." Eric was so scared he was sure that the knocking of his knees was audible.  He turned to follow Michelle, but the voice of Sister Elizabeth said, "Wait, girls.  Turn back around."

They stood there, facing Sister Elizabeth as she attempted to recognize Eric/Susan.   "Michelle, I don't recognize your friend.  I have a funny feeling there's some monkey business afoot.  Care to explain it to me now?"

When Michelle remained silent for more than a moment, Sister Elizabeth said, "Okay, ladies.  Let's go to the office and get this sorted out.  You, what's your name?"

"Uh, Susan."

"Ah ha! A boy.  I thought something was funny.  Come along, 'girls'.   You two are in a lot of trouble."

Twenty minutes later, Michelle, Eric/Susan, Marcia and Sarah were all gathered in Sister Katherine's office.  The headmistress of Immaculate, she was famed for having absolutely no sense of humor.  "So, ladies, you thought you'd pull a fast one, and sneak a boy into the game by posing him as one of our cheerleaders.  Did you enjoy your little stunt?"

It was Marcia who tried to defend her actions.  "It's my fault, Sister Katherine.  I'm baby-sitting Eric while his mother is away on business, and I lost my money.  He is a great guy, and goes to Tucker.  He really wanted to come to the game, so we snuck him in.  We are really sorry."

"Ah, so this may be your money." Sister Katherine reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a wad of cash.

"Where did you find it?"

"It was in the locker room on the floor.  One of the custodians found it.   How much should it be?"

"Right around a hundred."

"Take your money back, Marcia, but this doesn't excuse what you girls have done.   You will all have detention for one hour every day after school this week.  We will all spend tomorrow's detention talking about what you've done, and why it is so wrong.  Run along, and I will see all four of you tomorrow afternoon at 3:00."

Eric wondered how he was supposed to get to Immaculate by three in the afternoon, and more importantly, how he could have detention at a school where he wasn't even enrolled.   He started to say something.  Sister Katherine cut him off.

"Young lady, I believe you are using the name Susan.  I will be talking to the Head of your school tomorrow, and will arrange it so that you can get here by three.   We will speak more of your penance then.  Now go."

The summons for Eric to come to the Headmaster's office was waiting for him when he arrived at his first period class the following morning.  Apparently, Sister Katherine had wasted no time in calling Mister Morton.

Gregory Morton had been the Head of the Tucker School for Boys for five years.  He had been a student of Sister Katherine's when she'd taught at a co-educational Catholic school years earlier.  He had listened intently when she'd called him late last night, and now looked forward to carrying out his mentor's instructions.

"Sit down, Mister Langer," had been Mr.  Morton's first words to Eric when he'd walked into the Head's office.  Eric had sat in one of the plush chairs in the office.  "And did you enjoy your night as an Immaculate cheerleader?"

"Mister Morton, it wasn't like that.  I just wanted to go to their game."

"Of course.  Did you yell and scream as the girls of Immaculate won their game?"

"A little."

"Well then, I'm sure you'll probably enjoy parts of what Sister Katherine has in mind for you.  You will report back here to my office at 2 p.m.  I will drive you to Immaculate personally.  Do not be late, Mister Langer, or you will be in even more trouble than you are now."

All day long, Eric wondered what would happen to him.  He was on time for his 2 p.m.  appointment at Mister Morton's office.  "Come with me, Mister Langer," was all that Mr.  Morton said.  Eric had his book bag and an envelope that Mr.  Morton handed to him as they walked to Morton's car.

The drive to Immaculate didn't take long.  Mr.  Morton pulled up into the driveway of Immaculate and stopped.  "Take that envelope and go directly to Sister Katherine's office.  Any of the girls can guide you if you get lost.  Do what she says.  And one piece of advice, Mister Langer.  Don't fight whatever she tries to do.  The sooner you finish your penance with her, the sooner your life will be yours again.  She has no mercy.  None.  Remember that."

Sister Elizabeth was waiting in front of the school for Eric.  "Hello there, young man.  Come with me." When he started to say something, the nun cut the young boy off, and said, "Not one word until you are in Sister Katherine's office.   Not one word."

"Sit down, Eric," was the only thing Sister Katherine said to him as he was ushered into her office.  He sat in the hardback chair.  She paced for a few minutes, letting the tension build.  Finally, she sat back down behind her desk, facing and towering over the young boy.

"I wanted to talk to your mother, but I understand she is out of town and not easily available.  So I talked to Marcia, and to her aunt, who is legally responsible for you in our eyes.  They are both going to go along with the punishment I've devised for you.  When your mother returns, she can, of course, overrule the decision of your guardian.  But until then, this punishment will stand."

When the nun didn't elaborate on what the punishment was, Eric decided to ask.   "Ma'am, may I ask what the punishment is?"

"You may.  Your punishment is that you will transfer to Immaculate and attend as a young lady, much like the one you impersonated at the game last night.  You will become a legitimate member of the cheerleading squad, and will wear the appropriate uniform to school each day.  It is in this box here.  Sister Elizabeth will dress you in your uniform now, so you can do the first of ten hours of detention that will be a part of your punishment.  After detention is over, Marcia will pick you up.   Now, take this box, and go with Sister Elizabeth."

Eric wanted to protest, but he knew it would do no good.  So he took the box and went into the outer office where Sister Elizabeth waited.  She took him into another office, where she quickly had the young boy stripped of his male garb, and dressed him in the uniform of a girl attending Immaculate. 

A crisp white button-down blouse with short sleeves.  A grey plaid pleated skirt.   Suntan pantyhose and a pair of saddle shoes, and Eric was dressed.  "I know you young girls like to wear lots of makeup, but for now, you'll have to be satisfied with lip gloss and mascara.  Do you know how to put it on yourself?" Eric shook his head no, and Sister Elizabeth bent to the task of putting the light amount of cosmetics on his youthful face.

"Voila, an Immaculate girl is reborn.  Now let's get you to detention." She took Eric to detention.  There were a few other girls waiting in the detention room.  "Ladies, this is Susan, a new student here.  If you harass her, you will find yourselves spending even more time in detention than you do already.  Make her feel welcome."

It was horrifying.  Eric was alone without Marcia or Sarah or Michelle, in a room full of girls who thought he was another girl.  Apparently they had either been excused from the detention that Sister Katherine had discussed at the game the night before, or they were serving it elsewhere.

Detention at Immaculate required the girls to sit in their chairs, silently.  They couldn't work on homework.  They couldn't read.  They couldn't study.  They had to sit in silent reflection.  Talking would merely bring one more detention.

The day got worse.  Marcia wasn't waiting for Eric when he got out of detention.   He had to walk home in his new uniform.  Sister Elizabeth had taken his clothes.  Along with the uniform, they'd given Eric a cute little backpack purse in which he'd put his wallet and keys.  He felt so exposed parading through town in a skirt and blouse, the straps of his training bra showing through the white blouse's fabric.  Anyone looking at Eric would be certain they were looking at a good little Catholic school girl.

IMMACULATE DECEPTIONS

by: Debbie L.

Part II - Susan's Stuck

Eric wished he was dead.  Here he was, dressed as Susan, destined to be Susan and to attend an all-girl's school for at least two weeks.  Worse yet, he was walking home in his girl clothes, and no one thought anything at all was wrong.  The whole world seemed to have accepted him as a girl.

The worst part was the wolf-whistles from some construction workers on a break at a lot he passed on his way home.  While there were definitely good things about his predicament, being oogled by a bunch of horny, sweaty men wasn't one of them.

"Hey cutie, I always wanted to deflower a good Catholic school girl.  You interested?"

The proposition didn't interest Eric in the slightest.  He folded his arms across his chest, feeling the bra that was holding him firmly beneath his thin blouse.  He quickened his pace, and practically ran the rest of the way home.  Marcia was there waiting.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't pick you up.  My aunt had to come and confer with the school about me being in detention again, and she made me come home with her for a scolding.  I told her that I needed to pick you up, but she said you were a big girl now, and you could walk home by yourself."

"It was awful.  These construction workers whistled at me, and said some awful things when I walked by.  Can't I go back to being a boy again now?"

"No.  You will be Susan until at least your mother gets home, and there's nothing anyone can do about it until then.  Unless you want to call her where she is on her business trip."

"No, we can't do that."

"Okay then, Susan.  Go to your room and do your homework.  I know you must have plenty of it."

"I don't know what it is.  I haven't been to my new classes at Immaculate."

"True.  Okay then, call your friend Michelle.  Ask her if she can come over and study, so she can let you know what's going on in your new classes.  I'll start dinner."

Susan went to her room.  Marcia had brought more clothes for her to wear over from her house, probably at the instructions of Marcia's aunt.  There were a few more Immaculate uniforms that looked like they would fit Susan, as well as some normal girl clothes.  They were nice, although they weren't the latest fashions.  Susan sank into the armchair in the corner of her room, and sat there glumly.

"Stop looking so sorry for yourself.  It is only for a few weeks."

"Michelle!" Susan saw her friend standing in the doorway to her room, and rushed over to her.  "I'm so glad to see you!"

"I bet you are.  It is going to be so much fun having you in classes."

"Fun for you, maybe.  You're not the one pretending to be something you aren't."

"There's some girl inside of you, Susan.  You have to, to be fooling people so easily.  But that's okay, I like it." She leaned over and kissed Susan on the cheek.  Susan smelled Michelle's lavender perfume, and felt a little weak in her knees at the sensations the combination of the kiss, the closeness of a real live girl, and the scent inundating her senses.

"You smell good."

"You'll smell good tomorrow, too, I'm going to make sure that Marcia has you put on some perfume before school.  Now, let's study until dinner.  Marcia invited me to stay for dinner, too.  I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all.  I love having you here.  You make me feel like I might get through this."

"You'll be fine.  I'm going to tell a few of my really good friends at school, and we're going to watch out for you.  Everything will be alright.  Now, let's study."

They studied right up until Marcia announced dinner was ready.  Nothing special, just spaghetti with some salad and French-cut green beans.  When Susan reached for seconds, Marcia admonished her.  "Hey, you're a girl now, Susan.  Don't make a pig of yourself.  Remember, you have to watch your girlish figure now." Michelle tittered at Marcia's words.

"She has a good figure, Marcia, doesn't she?"

"Yes, Michelle, she does.  But let's not tease her too much, she'll get mad at us."

"I'm not mad.  I'm just so scared."

Susan's fears were groundless.  They all revolved around someone seeing through the female facade that had been created by her new attire and appearance.  That wasn't going to happen.  Even if one of the girls at Immaculate figured out what was going on, and wasn't in on the secret, she wasn't going to say a word.  No one dared incur the wrath of Sister Katherine.  There were other things that Susan should have been afraid of, though.  Those thoughts just didn't occur to her before they came to pass.

* * * * *

The following morning found Susan in Marcia's car, being driven to Immaculate.   She was wearing her uniform skirt and the appropriate blouse once again.  This time, she wore white knee-high socks, and a pair of saddle shoes that had once been Marcia's.  "Put some lip gloss on Susan, you don't want to look out of place among the other 8th grade girls."

"I keep telling you, I'm not really a girl."

"And I keep reminding you that you better be all girl while you're here.  If Sister Katherine finds you being less than all girl, she might arrange it so you graduate from Immaculate.  Instead of weeks in a skirt, you might spend years in one.   Not to mention what awful things might happen to you if some guy finds out you have a surprise in your panties.  So play the role, babe, for all it is worth.   Besides, there isn't much about you right now that isn't all girl, is there?"

Susan couldn't argue that point.  Every stitch of her clothing was designed for a girl.  The perfume that Marcia had insisted she wear made her smell like a girl.   Worse yet, she felt her mannerisms and her behavior becoming that of a girl very rapidly.  She was remembering to sit properly, so as to not let anyone see the cute panties she wore beneath her skirts.

The school day was going just fine, when the note was delivered.  The nun who was teaching the U.S.  History class looked at the note, and then said, "Susan Langer, report to Sister Katherine's office immediately."

Susan's heart leapt into her throat.  "Yes, Sister Theresa, right away." She got up out of her chair, and started to leave without her books.

"Take your books, child.  No telling how long you may be gone."

* * * * *

"Sit down, Susan.  I wanted to be sure you were doing alright."

>From Susan's perspective, she wasn't doing alright, but she wasn't stupid enough to say anything that might give Sister Katherine any reason to think she was being flippant.   "I'm fine, Sister."

"Good.  Now, this coming Friday is another Middle School mixer with Tucker and a few other schools.  I wanted to be certain no one would detect who you really are, but from what I see, you will be taken as Susan, and not Eric."

"I'm not going to be taken, because I'm not going to any silly mixer, Sister Katherine."

"Oh, but you are, my dear.  I want your experiences here at Immaculate to be complete, and that just has to include having some interactions with boys your age, now that you're one of the girls."

"Sister Katherine, I'm not a..."

"Young lady, the next time that I hear you say, or hear that you have said, anything about not being a girl, I will ensure your stay at Immaculate is extended long enough so that even you will begin to forget who and what you were.  I said were.   For now, you are a girl.  A young lady.  And I expect you to be one to the best of your ability every minute, until your penance is complete.  Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sister Katherine."

"Excellent.  Now, what is your name?"

"My name is Susan Langer."

"Where do you go to school, Susan?"

"I go to Immaculate.  It's an all-girl school."

"No boys at all?"

"Nope.  Just us girls."

"Very good, Susan.  Time for you to go back to class.  And remember, I'm keeping my eye on you."

* * * * *

Susan got back to class just in time for the bell to ring.  As she was walking to her next class, Michelle ran up to her.  "What did the elephant want?"

"The elephant?"

"That's what some of us call Sister Katherine.  Why did she call you to her office?"

"Why? Because she wanted to make sure that I understood I have to go to the stupid mixer on Friday night.  Like I want to go to one of those things.  I never went before."

"It isn't that bad.  We'll go find you a nice dress, and it will be over in a few hours.  I promise I won't let anything happen to you."

* * * * *

"So Sister Katherine says you have to go to the mixer? She is really making you suffer, isn't she?"

Susan was in Marcia's car.  They were doing their detention in separate classrooms now, but would finish at the same time.  That ensured Susan would no longer have to walk home.

"Yeah.  I wish I knew what I'd done to deserve this.  It's so humiliating.  I'm so scared someone from Tucker will recognize me."

"No one is going to recognize you.  I know.  We will go shopping, and find you a nice dress to wear.  We'll take your friend Michelle, and go after school tomorrow.  It will be a blast."

"No it won't.  I don't want to go buy a dress."

"It will be fun.  It's another place you get to go where men don't go.   You're going to learn all the secrets of being a girl.  You have no idea how great this will be for you.  When you're ready to start dating, you will know all about how girls think and act.  You'll be the most together guy any girl has ever met."

That didn't sound too bad to the boy Eric, who was currently hidden behind the facade of being Susan.  "But how can you be so sure that no one will recognize me?" he asked. 

"A couple of reasons.  One is that you make a really pretty girl, while you're just average as a boy.  Another is that people tend to take things at face value.  If it's wearing a dress and nylons, it's a girl.  Unless you're in Hollywood or San Francisco or something.  Plus, you're going to be taller, because you'll be wearing heels.  Put it all together, and I think you'll be perfectly undetectable by any of your Tucker friends."

* * * * *

The boutique was in the center of the mall.  It was a very popular place, filled with the latest fashions in styles and sizes for teen girls and young women.  From a rack of dresses, Marcia and Michelle debated over styles, while Susan stood by, looking at and fingering the fabrics of the dresses.  Their silks, satins and chiffons were strange to feel between her fingers.

"Can I help you ladies?" The saleswoman was tall, slender, and wearing a name tag that read Stephanie, and was very well dressed.

Marcia answered, "We're trying to find a dress for our friend here, so she can have something new to wear to a school dance on Friday night."

Stephanie looked over at Susan.  "She looks to be about a nine.  I have a few things on this rack over here that she might like.  One is a great dress, off-the-shoulder with a tight bodice.  She can try it on, it will look great on her.   Come on...what was your name?"

"Susan.  My name is Susan."

Stephanie looked Susan up and down.  There was a long pause.

"Okay, is this a joke?"

"What...what do you mean?" a nervous Susan asked.

"You're a boy in a dress.  Very well disguised, but definitely a boy.   Now, what are you doing wearing that dress?"

It was too much for Susan.  She sank into a chair, and broke down crying.   Michelle went over to comfort her, while Marcia addressed Stephanie's question.   "It's a long story.  He snuck into a basketball game dressed as a member of our pep squad, and got caught.  His punishment is to dress as a girl, and attend our all-girl's school, and the Headmistress is making him come to a dance on Friday.   So we really do need the dress.

How did you know he's a boy, anyway?"

"I didn't, at first.  It was the way he got nervous when I suggested trying on the dress." Stephanie turned, and looked down towards Susan.  "Okay, Susan.  I'll help you.  We will find you the right dress.  You're going to be one of the best-dressed girls at this dance."

They spent an hour in the store before deciding.  Susan had tried on at least a dozen dresses before Stephanie, Marcia and Michelle all agreed on one.  It was royal blue.  In a soft chiffon fabric, with short sleeves and a cleavage enhancing, sweetheart neckline.  With sheer hose and a pair of matching shoes and handbag, Susan was going to be devastating.

"Wild Pair has a pair of pumps in exactly this color, and you should be able to find the right handbag.  If you need more help along the way, come see me."

The saleswoman at Wild Pair didn't suspect a thing, and sold Susan a pair of royal blue pumps with skinny three inch heels.  At another store in the mall, they found a royal blue clutch purse.  It was Michelle who found a perfect pair of shoulder-duster earrings in bright silver.  "She'll have to have her ears pierced to wear those, though."

Michelle looked at Marcia in surprise, but knew she was correct.  "You're right.  Susan, can we get your ears pierced? Please? It will make you look so much better."

Susan felt that this was a big step that would have long-lasting ramifications, but she was not prepared to resist a plaintive plea from Michelle.  "Okay, might as well go for it."

It didn't take long.  Silver ball earrings were inserted into each of Susan's ears.  They were the balls that the shoulder-duster earrings would be attached to later on.  It didn't hurt much, either.  Just a pinch, and then it was over.   Then, dress, shoes, handbag and earrings in tow, the girls headed home.

* * * * *

Friday afternoon at school, Susan found herself again summoned to Sister Katherine's office.  It was right after the lunch hour.  Five days of being Susan, and attending classes at Immaculate, had brought about a few small changes in Susan.   Changes that she either didn't notice, or pretended not to notice.  But they were there. 

She no longer felt ill at ease in the pleated skirt and blouse that made up her daily school attire.  She had grown accustomed to them.  As Sister Katherine had known she would.  "Sit down, Susan.  I wanted to review your first week here at Immaculate with you.  How are you getting along in your classes?"

"I think I'm doing alright, Sister Katherine.  I am studying as hard as I can."

"I know.  I've talked to your teachers, and you are quite bright.  One of the smartest girls in your grade, as a matter of fact." Sister Katherine saw Susan bristle at being grouped with the girls, but chose not to comment on her reaction.   "I think you've served enough time to have learned your lesson...in one area."

"What do you mean, Sister Katherine?"

"No more detention for you.  I had planned on keeping you in detention the entire time you were with us, but I see that you are working hard in school, behaving appropriately, and fitting in with the other girls.  Provided you show up at the mixer tonight and behave appropriately, you are finished with detention.  Unless, of course, you get into other mischief."

"Sister Katherine, what about my grades at Tucker? I'm sure that the teachers there aren't going to let me make up weeks of work when I go back there."

"We will cross that bridge when we come to it, young lady.  Your academic success is as important to me as is your learning the appropriate lessons from this experience.  So don't fret.  Oh, I hadn't noticed your earrings before.   Lovely.  Had them pierced, did you?"

"Yes, Sister.  I wanted to be sure not to draw any attention to myself at the dance, and figured that earrings would help my disguise."

"Very good.  Now, run on back to class.  Keep up the good work, Susan."

* * * * *

Thursday morning brought the worst news of Susan's life, in the form of a phone call from her mother.  She'd been eating breakfast, and contemplating the wonderful fact that with her mother's return late Friday night or early Saturday morning, would probably mean the end of her stay in skirts.  When the phone rang, Marcia leapt up and answered it.

"Hello." There was a long pause.  Then Marcia said, "Just a minute." She held the phone out for Susan, and said, "Eric, your mother is on the phone."

Eric had to remember not to talk in the 'Susan' voice he'd been using.  "Hi Mom."

"Hi sweetie.  I'm sorry to do this to you, but you're stuck with Marcia for another two weeks.  I have to go to New York for an emergency."

"But Mom..."

"No buts, young man.  Are you behaving? Have you gotten into any trouble?"

"No, Mom."

"Good.  Keep it that way.  I'll be home two weeks from tomorrow, in the evening, and we'll have a fun weekend, just the two of us.  Alright?"

"Okay, Mom.  Bye."

"I love you, honey.  Bye."

After he hung up the phone, Eric reverted to his Susan voice.  "Does this mean I have to stay Susan the whole time?"

"I think so.  We'll ask Sister Katherine for sure, but I don't see her letting you off the hook until your mom talks to her.  You were smart not to tell her about it, though."

"Yeah, but two more weeks of being a girl.  That sucks."

"Oh, come on.  You're having fun.  You just don't want to admit it.   We'll do some fun girl-stuff this weekend.  You can even invite Michelle to spend the night Friday night, after the mixer."

* * * * *

The house was a mass of confusion that Friday night.  Marcia and Sarah were going to a different dance than Michelle and Susan.  Michelle would be spending the night with Susan after the mixer.  So the house was filled with four girls, all helping one another get ready for evenings out.  Important evenings out.

The air was filled with a mixture of odors.  Perfume, lotions, hairspray and gel and so on.  It was a pleasant, feminine smell.  Susan would have enjoyed it, had she not been so nervous about how she was going to look.

The pantyhose were new, sheer, and there were two spare pairs in her purse in case she ran the ones she was wearing.  The tight panties held her penis in very firmly, no chance it would show at all.  To be certain of this, Sarah had pulled a sleek, sheer figure control garment from her bag, and handed it to Susan.  "It's a Nancy Ganz slimmer, it will hold you in tight, and not let your little soldier get you into trouble."

Hold Susan in tightly, it did.  Her manhood had been small to begin with, and now it looked nonexistent.  Thanks to the design of the slimmer, there were no visible lines beneath Susan's tight blue dress.  Thanks to having practiced each night, she managed to walk properly in the heels, although she had to step just a bit more slowly than usual.

"You look awesome, Susan."

"Thanks, Michelle, so do you!"

"You both look great.  Now, remember the plan.  We will drop you at the mixer.  When it is over at 11:00, the cab will pick you up outside.  Susan, you have the money for the taxi, right?"

"Yes, Marcia, I have it."

"Okay then, let's go, girls.  Time to knock 'em all dead."

* * * * *

The mixer was held in the gym at Tucker.  It had been decorated for the occasion.   The 7th and 8th grade classes of Tucker and Immaculate were brought together.   There were chaperones from both schools, plenty of them, in fact.  The Tucker boys wore suits, mostly dark colored.  The girls from Immaculate were all in dresses, some long, some short, in every color of the rainbow. 

"You have to dance," Michelle whispered into Susan's ear as they sat in the bleachers with the other 'wallflowers', about an hour into the mixer.

"Says who?" Susan whispered back.

"Sister Katherine is watching you.  Now, the next time a boy asks you to dance, dance with him.  You don't want to get into trouble."

Just then, Mark walked over to where Michelle and Susan were sitting, Gary close on his heels.  Mark and Gary were two of the ringleaders in tormenting Eric when he'd been at Tucker.  "Hello, ladies.  Would you like to dance?" Gary said.

"We'd love to!" Michelle answered, before Susan could protest.  Mark took Michelle's hand, and led her to the dance floor, while Gary held his hand out to help Susan up.  She slid her hand daintily into Gary's, and stood up.

They moved onto the dance floor, and the music changed to a slow song.  Gary moved in closer to Susan, and slid his hands around her waist.  She tried to step back a bit, but he pulled her close.  "Relax babe, I don't bite.  I may nibble on your ear a little, though."

A nervous Susan wanted to say something, but there wasn't anything she could say.   She felt Gary's hand sliding down her back, and coming to rest on her behind.   He kneaded her fleshy behind through the chiffon fabric of her dress.  She was ready to panic when Sister Elizabeth strode up to the dancing couple.

"Young man, that's not a steak you're tenderizing for dinner.  Kindly put your hands where they belong, or else."

"Yes, Ma'am," he said, chastened.  After he stepped away, he started to slide his hand back down Susan's dress, but she stepped away from him.  He was surprised at how strong this girl was as she fended off his arms.

"Octopus!" she said, as she walked back to the bleachers and sat back down.   Gary's friends hooted at his rejection by the babe from Immaculate as he slunk away.

The rest of the mixer was uneventful.  Except, of course, that Susan continued to dance with boys.  None of them tried to paw her, but she felt very uncomfortable standing so close to them in the slow dances.  Worse yet, some of them tried flirting with her, and that made her very, very nervous.

Finally, the mixer ended.  In the cab home, Michelle held Susan's hand and squeezed it tightly.  "You did fine, Susan.  Just fine."

"You looked like you were enjoying your dance with Mark."

"He was okay, I guess.  He wants to go out on a date, and I hate to say it, but he wants it to be a double date.  I'm supposed to talk you into giving his friend Gary another chance."

"Yuck.  No way."

"Let's talk about it later."

* * * * *

Marcia and Sarah weren't back from their own dance when the cab dropped Michelle and Susan off at Susan's house.  She let the two of them in, and they went into her bedroom.

"Do you want me to wait outside while you change clothes?" she asked Michelle.

"No, silly.  You're just another girl now, remember?"

"But we both know that's not true."

"It is true enough that you can stay here, and we can both change into something more comfortable.  Do you sleep in nighties now?"

Susan looked sheepishly at her friend before nodding.  "Yeah.  Marcia said it would help me think about myself as a girl, if I did this all the time during these few weeks."

"Well, tonight we're going to forget that you're a girl for a little while, if that's alright with you."

"What? What are you talking about?"

Michelle didn't answer.  She helped Susan/Eric finish taking off her/his dress.   Once the girl/boy was naked, Michelle wrapped her arms around the confused youth, and began kissing and caressing her/him.  When she finally pulled her mouth back, she said, "Because we're going to do it tonight, and I want to do it boy/girl style first."

"First?" Eric looked at Michelle.  For once, he looked like a boy, except that the wig and remnants of his makeup gave a feminine appearance to his otherwise boyish looking body.

"Yeah, first.  Then I'm going to teach you how to use your tongue on me, and I'll use mine on you."

"You sound experienced."

"I'm not a virgin, but I've only been with one boy and one girl.  Now, I think I may have found the best of both worlds.  Come to bed, and I'll show you.

END OF PART TWO

IMMACULATE DECEPTIONS

by:  Debbie L.

Part III - Getting Deeper In

 

For the moment, Susan was again Eric.  There was no choice.  He couldn't think of himself as a girl when he was making love to Michelle.  This was the second time he was going to penetrate her.  The first time he'd gently slid his erection inside her vagina, he'd come almost instantly.

"I'm sorry, Michelle, but..."

"Shhh, don't worry, we have all night.  We'll do it again.  Now, be quiet and follow my lead."

Michelle instructed Eric in the ways of touching her to excite her, to caress certain places on her body in ways to make her quiver.  He was an eager student, and learning rapidly.  As a result, the excitement spread, and soon he was erect again.

"Concentrate on anything but coming as you put it in, then we'll just move around slowly until we start moving faster."

Perhaps there are some instincts in humans after all.  Scientists say that there aren't, but suddenly, Eric's ineptness at lovemaking vanished as though some inbred talent took over.  He began undulating his and Michelle's bodies in a rhythm that Michelle found strange at first, but soon realized that it resulted in Eric's member being driven deeper within her.

"Oh yes, YES!"

* * * * *

"Get up, girls, rise and shine.  The weekend is waiting for us to enjoy."  Marcia didn't open the door to Eric's room, she merely shouted through the door.  But she wouldn't have been surprised at the sight within.  Eric and Michelle were intertwined in a twist of limbs, clothing and sheets.

The walls were thin enough, and Marcia not so drunk that she didn't recognize the sounds of a couple making love when she'd entered the house the night before.  She and Sarah had tittered before going to bed.  They had turned down the opportunity to go home with some boys from the dance, instead making plans to spend the night with them at one of their houses on Saturday night.

As she cooked breakfast, Sarah asked Marcia, "Hey, what are you going to do with Susan tonight?  Leave her here alone for the night?"

"I hadn't thought about it much."

"Thought about what much?" Susan asked, as she and Michelle, both clad in robes and nighties, entered the room and sat at the dining room table.

"About what to do with you tonight, my dear Susan.  Sarah and I have dates, and we intend to get lucky.  So we won't be home until Sunday morning.  Do you feel okay spending the night here alone, Susan?"

"I guess."

"No way!"  Michelle was adamant.  "Susan will spend the night at my house.  I'll call and ask my mom right now."

"Wait."  Marcia, Sarah and Susan all shouted the same word as one, coming close to being in three-part harmony.

Marcia stared down the other two girls before saying, "Look, Michelle, Susan fools people pretty easily into thinking she's a real girl.  But at your house, there's a really good chance that your mother will figure out what's going on.  Sister Katherine will have us in detention for the rest of our lives if she gets attitude from your mom about Susan being a boy."

"No one will ever suspect a thing.  I'll tell Mom that Susan and I will be at the mall tonight, she can pick us up after we see a movie.  We'll go back to my house, and straight into my room.  Mom never comes in there when I have a sleepover guest.  Neither will anyone else.  You can pick up Susan from church."

Marcia pondered Michelle's argument, and could find nothing wrong with it.  "Susan, what she says makes sense.  But you'll have to be one hundred percent girl around Michelle's mom.  Can you handle it?"

"I guess.  I'm 100% girl most of the time anyway, these days."

"Not last night, you weren't," Sarah said softly.  But both Michelle and Susan heard her, and blushed.

"We heard you two.  Giving Susan a few hours as a boy, were you?"

"A girl never kisses and tells," Susan said in defense of her friend and now lover.

"You'll have to be careful around school.  We don't want you to be labeled as a lesbian."

The girls ended up deciding to go to the beach.  This was a new experience for Susan, as it required her to wear a bathing suit.  Michelle insisted that Susan wear a bikini, to "show off that hot bod".

 * * * * *

The girls returned home from the beach around two p.m., and showered.  Marcia and Sarah went to take a nap before preparing for their dates, while Michelle and Susan headed for the mall.  They had packed a bag for Susan, which Marcia would drop at Michelle's house as she left for her date, along with Michelle's own bag from the night before.

Michelle chose Susan's outfit for the evening from the collection of clothing that had been donated by Marcia's sister.  Susan showed how her knowledge of female fashion had grown, by saying, "Those shoes won't go with that outfit."

Michelle frowned.  "What size are your mother's shoes?"

"Hey, about my size.  Let's go look there."

This was the first time that Susan had looked in her mother's closet since she'd begun dressing as a girl.  It was a whole new world.  A closet full of fashions, that Susan found much more interesting than she'd ever realized before.

"Look, there are the perfect shoes," Michelle practically squealed, as she grabbed them and handed them to Susan.  Susan was barefoot, and slipped her feet into the shoes that Michelle had handed her.  They fit like they were purchased for her, and not for her mother.

As a result of their foray into Susan's mother's closet, she was able to wear the outfit that Michelle had chosen.  The skirt was short, tight and brown.  The ribbed top was a lighter shade of brown, and a sweater that matched the skirt was buttoned over it.  Brown opaque tights and the brown oxfords with the 3 inch block heels that Michelle had found made the outfit work perfectly.  "You look awesome, Susan.  We're going to have such fun at the mall."

 * * * * *

The mall was packed with the usual late afternoon crowd for a Saturday.  Michelle led Susan in and out of a bunch of stores, looking at clothes and shoes, trying on a number of things, but buying nothing.

"I've always wanted to ask about that.  Why do girls try on so much stuff, but don't buy all that much?"

Susan's question had been whispered into Michelle's ear in the dressing room, as she slipped off a dress she'd just finished trying on.

"It's fun to try stuff on, see how you look in it.  Aren't you having fun trying stuff on?"

"I guess."

"You have to get into it.  Feel it inside of you.  Look at yourself in the dress or whatever, and see how good it looks on you.  It's fun.  Keep trying."

Eventually, they tired of trying on clothes and looking at music in the record stores.  They descended on the food court, and played with an order of fries while sipping diet sodas.  "Why did we order these fries?" Michelle wondered aloud, knowing they wouldn't eat much of them.  She had seen how Susan had become as concerned about not gaining weight as any real girl.  She ate very little food anymore.  Perhaps it was the forced imprisonment in her feminine garb, but whatever was going on was having profound effects on her friend.  Effects that Michelle didn't disapprove of, or disagree with.  Susan was becoming more and more like the other girls she attended school with, and that was just fine with Michelle.

She looked over at her friend, who was trying to think up a response to the question she'd just uttered.  "I wasn't really wondering, Susan.  I meant, we knew we wouldn't eat them, we should have skipped them."

"Oh, I'll have one or two, I guess.  But I don't want to eat too much."

"Watching your figure?"

"Yep."  Susan's giggle was followed by a strange expression on her face.  Michelle was going to ask, but Susan explained, "I'm afraid my new clothes won't fit, if I'm not careful about what I eat."

"Do you like your new clothes, Susan?"

"I'll tell, if you promise not to say a word to anyone at all.  Promise?"

"I promise."

"Swear it."

"I swear I'll never break my promise to my friend Susan not to tell any of her secrets to anyone."

"Okay."  She laughed.  "Yeah, I am liking this.  It is fun being a girl.  I get treated differently by people."

"Differently enough to reconsider going on that double-date?"

"Do you want to go out with that boy?"

"Yes."  When Susan frowned, Michelle felt a pang of regret for having said what she'd said.  "Wait, don't take it that way.  I don't want to be with anyone else.  But while you're Susan, we have to keep up appearances.  Like Sarah said, we don't want people to think we're lesbians.  A double-date would go a long way to keeping people from thinking that."

"I guess.  I don't want to be near that boy.  Can we find another boy?"

"Of course.  Don't worry.  Come on, let's ditch these fries, and go buy our movie tickets."

 * * * * *

Michelle's mother Elise had been happy to have Susan spend the night.  It was good to see Michelle making a new friend.  Some of the girls she'd been hanging around with in the recent past were not the type that her mother thought were good influences.

"So Susan, when will your Mother be home?" Elise asked as she drove the station wagon out of the mall parking lot, after the movie had ended.

"In another two weeks.  She was supposed to have been home last night or this morning, but her work needed her to go somewhere else."

"And that nice Marcia watches you when your mother travels?"

"Yep.  Marcia is cool.  She helps me out a lot.  So does Michelle."

"My little Michelle is an angel, eh?  Is that what you're saying?"

"Well, she is my bestest friend."

"That's nice.  We all need a bestest friend."  With that, Elise let the girls alone as they whispered to one another in the back-seat of the station wagon.  Had she been able to hear even part of what they were saying, she might not have been so relaxed about the prospect of Susan spending the night in her daughter's room and bed.

 * * * * *

The clock on Michelle's nightstand was one of those digital types, that gently illuminated the time so that it can be read even in total darkness.  It read 2:04 a.m. when Susan reached over and caressed Michelle, causing her to moan softly as her eyes fluttered open.

"Ummmm....Susan, we can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you and I will get caught.  This house is old, and the walls are really thin.  She'll hear us.  Plus, she is a light sleeper.  It's dangerous."

"That's what makes it fun!"

"No, that's what makes it really stupid.  If we do it now, it may be the last time ever, and we may get into real big trouble.  Now, go to sleep and be patient.  We'll have other chances soon enough."

 * * * * *

"Susan, you've hardly touched your breakfast.  Don't you like French Toast?"

Susan looked over at Elise, who sat wolfing down sausage and eggs.  "I like it fine.  I just don't eat much."

"Another young girl who doesn't eat enough.  You're as bad as Michelle's sister."

Susan panicked at the thought of Michelle's sister.  Had Michelle told her sister what had happened?  So far the knowledge of who Susan really was had been limited to Marcia, Michelle, Sarah, and two other girls in the eighth grade.  Both had been summoned to Sister Katherine's office and threatened with fate worse than death if they breathed a word of what was going on.  They were Susan's back-up support system for surviving as an eighth grade girl, in case there was a problem and Michelle wasn't close by.  But Susan and Michelle had never discussed whether or not she'd told her sister about Susan.  "Where is your sister, Michelle?"

It was Elise who answered.  "She spent the night at a friend's house. She almost always does on Saturday nights."

"Mom, I'm not hungry.  Can we be excused?"

"You bet, pumpkin.  As soon as we do the dishes.  If Susan helps, we'll be done and getting ready for church in no time."

 * * * * *

Susan hated church.  She had no choice about going, though.  All the girls of Immaculate attended one of the town's Catholic parishes.  Wearing a print dress, suntan nylons and white pumps with medium heels, Susan followed Michelle into the pews.  As it turned out, Elise had a fetish about sitting in the same spot, and they had arrived early to stake out the spot.

"It's my hearing.  I don't like missing any of the sermon, so I want to sit close to the speaker."  Elise's explanation trailed off just as the voice of Sister Katherine clanged into Susan's brain.

"Why, Susan and Michelle.  Good morning.  Hello, Elise."

"Hi, Sister Katherine.  So nice to see you this morning."

"You too, Elise, as well as those two bright, shiny faces.  How are two of my star pupils doing this morning?"

"Fine," said Susan.  "Good, thanks," said Michelle.

"Well, good to see you.  Susan, that's a lovely dress you're wearing."  With that, Sister Katherine went on to greet others.

 * * * * *

Susan was sitting alone at lunch on Monday.  Michelle had looked for her but hadn't seen her since she'd run from the last class before lunch.  When she finally spotted Michelle, she sat down next to her friend.

"What's wrong, Susan?"

"I don't know, Michelle.  I just feel weird today."

"We're still going to the mall after school, right?"

"Yes.  It will be fun."

"Then relax, and enjoy the day.  Only two weeks until your mom comes back and things change."

Susan brightened and saddened in the same moment.  She was sad that her days as a girl were numbered, but happy at the thought of reclaiming her boyhood.  She'd never experienced such mixed emotions before.

 * * * * *

The trip to the mall had been the result of their excursion there on Saturday.  Michelle had decided she really did want one of the dresses she'd tried on, and had talked her mother into giving her the money for it.  Of course, it took trying another eleven dresses, four skirts and six blouses before Michelle was certain that was the dress she really did want.

But it had been an excuse to visit the mall, and even better, to get out of their school uniforms and into something more stylish.  Susan had worn a grey sweater with matching skirt, a pair of Marcia's black tights, and her mother's chunky heeled loafers.

The girls had shopped until the very last minute, when Marcia was supposed to pick them up.  She had made it clear she wouldn't wait, and if they missed the ride, they'd have to take the bus home.  Michelle, not wanting to get into trouble for being late, had ensured that they had time to get to the appropriate mall entrance.

"Come on, Susan, we're going to miss our ride."

"Wait, Michelle, I want to look at that pair of platforms."

"Susan, you're such a girl.  Only you would want to take a chance on having to take the bus, in order to try on some shoes."

"If you come with me to try them on, we can go on that double date with that boy you want to go out with, provided he has a different friend."

"Oh, alright.  But hurry."

 * * * * *

As they got into the car, Marcia looked and saw that both of the girls were carrying bags.  "What did you buy, Susan?  I know Michelle was here for a dress she saw on Saturday."

"I saw some platforms that I had to have.  I am glad I brought some of my allowance with me."

"You're changing, Susan.  You have better taste, and you're starting to really like this, aren't you?"

"If you twist my arm, I'll admit I like it, but I'll never tell Sister Katherine or Sister Elizabeth that."

"You won't have to.  I was at school late tonight, and I ran into Sister Katherine.  She said that you're doing a good job."

"Why were you at school late?"

"We were having a meeting to plan another dance for next month.  I got stuck on the decorating committee.  Will you two help me decorate the gym?  The dance is for older kids, but I could really use some help.  You know what flakes some of our classmates are."

"I'll help," Michelle said.

Susan had to think.  Next month she'd be Eric again, and enrolled at Tucker once more.  "Won't it look funny if a boy named Eric, who looks a little like Susan, shows up to help decorate for the dance?"

"My boyfriend Eric better be there, if I'm there," Michelle said with a defiant twinkle in her eyes.

"Well, you heard my future girlfriend Michelle.  She said Eric will be there at the dance."

After they dropped Michelle at her house, declining a dinner invitation, Marcia was driving herself and Susan back home.  "Shoot, I forgot to defrost something for dinner."

"Does this mean we're eating out?

"Looks like we are.  What are you in the mood for?"

"I don't care.  How about that Italian place near school?"

"Sounds good."

The two ate a leisurely dinner, and sat doing their homework at the table, while their indulgent waiter kept bringing them fresh water and iced tea. When asked if he minded their keeping the table occupied for so long, he gestured to the mostly empty dining room, and grinned.

Finally, the two left, leaving a big tip for the waiter, who had made eyes at Marcia.  In the car, Susan asked if the waiter had asked Marcia for her number.  "So, did he ask for it?"

"No, he asked for yours.  Said he'd wait until you grew up more.  Said you were so pretty, you'd be worth waiting for."

"Come on, Marcia.  What did he really say?"

"He asked me for my number, and I gave it to him.  He's only 20, and he goes to college."

"How do you attract guys so easily?"

"Susan!  Wanting to know more secrets of being a girl?"

"Not like you think.  I'm just curious how these things work.  I don't even understand why Michelle likes me so much.  But I am glad she does."

"She likes you cause you're cool.  You're her best girlfriend, but also her future boyfriend.  You'll be just what I said, a boy who knows what girls like and want.  I'll tell you more about what girls do to get guys in the morning.  It's late, and you need to clean up and then go to bed."

Marcia pulled the car into the garage, and opened the door to the house. There were more lights on than she'd left burning that morning, and the reason was plain to see.  A very agitated Joyce Langer was sitting on the couch, her suitcases sitting on the floor next to her.

"Marcia.  Where the hell have you been, and where is Eric?  I looked for him in his room, and found all sorts of girl's clothes.  Care to explain what is going on?"

Just as Joyce paused to breathe, Susan walked in.  Marcia was speechless, and pointed at Susan's mother.  Susan gasped.

"Who are you?  Do you know where my son is?"  Joyce stared at the strange girl and began to realize she looked familiar.  "Those look like my shoes," she continued, still unsure of what was going on.  "Girl's clothes in my son's room, and now a strange girl comes into my house, wearing my shoes, or at least, what look like my shoes.  Eric, is that you in there?"

"Yes, Mom."  In shock, Susan/Eric was still using her Susan voice.

"Well then, it looks like some explaining is in order.  Marcia, sit down. Eric, or is it Erica now, sit next to her.  I want to get to the bottom of this, right here and now."

"But Mom, you weren't due back for almost two more weeks."

"There was a family emergency for one of the clients that threw off the schedule.  I did some rearranging so that I could come home.  But never mind that.  I want an explanation.  And it had better be a good one, young lady."

Marcia began, but Joyce cut her off.  "Not you, Marcia.  That young lady there.  The one with the pierced ears, the makeup, the tights and my favorite pair of nonbusiness shoes.  What do you call yourself, now that you're in skirts, dear?"

"Susan."

"Well, Susan, start explaining, and it had better be good."

Immaculate Deceptions

by:  Debbie L.

Part IV - Consequences of One's Actions

Susan managed not to break into tears as she told the entire story to her mother.  The whole tale, from how she'd been talked into sneaking into the basketball game, right up through that very night.  She left nothing out, including the fact that she and Michelle were now lovers.  The telling of the story took well over an hour.  Joyce Langer sat there the entire time listening intently.  "...and then you came in Mom."

Joyce said "Is that all of it?  I mean, you've been going to school as a girl, you've made love to a girl for the first time, you're apparently quite comfortable as a girl and you never once thought to call me about all of this.  You're sure there's nothing else you want to tell me?"

"No Mom.  That's all of it."

"Okay.  I want you to go to your room and go to bed.  On second thought, I'm going to go with you.  Marcia, sit here for a moment and I'll be back to pay you and then you can go home."

Marcia didn't move a muscle as Susan and her mother went to her room.  Once there she gestured to Susan to sit on the bed.  "I don't know what I'm going to do about all of this dear, but I want you to know the only thing I'm angry about is that you didn't call me."  

"But Mom, you said only to call if it was a real emergency.  I didn't want you to have to come home because of this.  I don't want you to lose your job over me."

"Oh my God, you think I might lose my job because there is a crisis at home.  No way.  Now don't worry.  Everything will be alright.  I'll see you in the morning, Susan."

"Susan?  You mean you want me to be Susan tomorrow morning?"

"Yes.  You and I are going to your new school together so I can talk to this Sister Katherine and figure out how best to handle things from this point.  I can't just take Eric and drop him off at school, it will raise questions.  I need to know just what all of these people have done with you and your records and such before I decide just whose ass I'm going to run through the meat grinder.  But it won't be yours, sweetheart.  Now give me a kiss and go to bed."

As Susan leaned up to kiss her mother's cheek, Joyce took in all that she saw and smelled.  The sweetness of Susan's perfume.  The scent of makeup on her face.  The faint odor of the scented shampoo she'd used to was her hair earlier that day.  It all smelled female and Joyce wondered just how much of her son was now more girl than boy.  Time would tell.

* * * * *

"You look adorable in your uniform Susan."

"Oh Mom, I do not."

"I think you do.  Do you like it?"

"I dunno Mom.  I don't feel so awkward in it anymore though."

"I noticed you move about quite easily.  You picked up skirts quickly, did you?"

"Yes.  Is that strange?"

"I don't know dear.  I did.  My mom, your grandmom used to tease me, saying I was the most girlish girl she'd ever seen.  I was into heels and nylons before anyone of my friends.  Now finish your juice and let's get you to Immaculate."

* * * * *

Sister Katherine was looking at the files of students who were applying to get into Immaculate for the upcoming school year when Sister Elizabeth came into her office without knocking.

"Sister, I'm busy here.  It must be something urgent for you to rush in without bothering to do me the courtesy of knocking.  So tell me what is so urgent."

"Susan Langer's mother is here and wants to talk to you."

"She is here?  Not on the telephone?  I was lead to believe she was away on business."

"She's waiting outside in the reception area.  She brought Susan to school this morning and sent her to class.  Then she said she wanted to see you and that she wasn't taking no for an answer."

"A strong-willed woman then?"  When Sister Elizabeth nodded at her Sister Katherine said "First get me Susan's file, ours and the one from Tucker.  Then you may show Ms Langer in."

A few minutes later Sister Elizabeth ushered Joyce Langer in.  "Ms Langer would you like some coffee or water?"

"No thank you.  I'd just like to speak with Sister Katherine.  I presume that is you?"

Sister Katherine stood up.  "That will be all Sister.  Please hold my calls.  Oh, wait a moment."  She turned to Joyce.  "Ms Langer do you think we'll need Susan here for our little chat?"

"No.  At least not at first."

"Good.  Sister, if I need Susan, I will let you know."  Sister Elizabeth went out, closing the door behind her.  "So Ms Langer, you returned early and probably to a surprising change in your household."

"Correct.  Now please tell me why I shouldn't sue you for every dime this school and your church has."

"On what grounds?"

"How about false imprisonment?  Mental cruelty?  I'm sure any good lawyer could think of a number of causes for a lawsuit."

"Yet you brought your own son to school this morning dressed as the girl he's been dressing as for the last few weeks, rather than sending him back to Tucker."

"Unlike you, I refused to act without knowing exactly what was involved.  I didn't know what kind of deal you'd made with the head of Tucker school, or anything else for that matter.  I don't know if today will be Susan's last day at Immaculate or not.  But you and I are going to work out a resolution to this whole mess you've caused."

"Dear lady, I didn't cause this.  I could have, and still could in fact, send your son to juvenile hall.  He is guilty of committing a fraud by impersonating a student here to defraud the school of his admission fee to our basketball game."

"Somehow I doubt the small fine he would be assessed in court will match the punishment a jury might hand you for what you've done, so I don't think you'll be sending Eric to jail anytime soon.  Now tell me your side of this.  I've heard from Susan and I've talked to Marcia.  But I'd like to hear from you what has transpired, and I'm particularly interested in how Susan is adjusting to life here at Immaculate."

Sister Katherine then called for Susan to be brought to the office, telling Sister Elizabeth to have her sit and wait.  She then reviewed Susan's marks thus far at Immaculate with her mother.  While there had not been enough time for quarterly or semester grades, Sister Katherine had instructed Susan's teachers to produce weekly grade reports on her progress as well as to provide copies of Susan's graded papers for the file.  "Straight A's Ms Langer.  Nothing but A's in her file.  Every paper, every grade report, every comment.  Susan is the best student in her class."

"That's nothing new Sister.  Eric was at the top of his class at Tucker."

"True enough.  But she's thriving here socially as well.  She has made friends, she's involved in activities.  She is thriving here.  I think she's much better off here at Immaculate than she was at Tucker.

"I thought that might be your position.  But we're talking about my son here, going to school as a girl isn't what I imagined would be best for his future."

"Perhaps we should ask Susan.  That's why I had her brought here from class."

"Not so fast.  I want to talk to her outside of your presence.  She is frightened of and intimidated by you and I'm not going to have that influence her thoughts about all of this.  I have another idea."

A few minutes later Joyce walked out of Sister Katherine's office.  Susan was sitting on the bench in the outer office, studying from a big textbook.  "Hi Mom.  What happened?"

"I will tell you about it tonight.  For now, go back to your classes.  Do you want me to pick you up, or will you want to ride the bus home?"

"I'll catch a ride with Michelle's Mom." 

"Okay, but you need to come straight home and you can't invite anyone over this afternoon."

"Okay Mom."

* * * * *

Susan walked into the house that afternoon.  Her mother wasn't home yet.  She went into her room and found an outfit laid out on the bed.  There was a note on top of it.

"Susan,

Change into this outfit.  Then call a taxi and have them bring you to the address on this note.  There's money in the kitchen to pay the taxi.  When you get to the building, go to suite number 601.  I'll already be there.  Don't dawdle, dear.

Love,

Mom"

Susan discovered that the outfit was a skirt and top, along with tights and a pair of flats.  She changed as quickly as she could and called for a taxi.  It arrived quickly and soon Susan was getting out of the cab in front of a tall medical building next to a big hospital.

* * * * *

The sign on Suite 601 read "Angelica Andolini, M.D., Ph.D., Psychiatrist/Psychologist."  Susan wondered if this was the right room, but she checked the writing on her mother's note and it did say 601.  So she opened the door and went in.

"You must be Susan."

"That's me.  And who are you?"

"My name is Elizabeth.  I work with Doctor Angie.  She's talking to your mom now, but we're going to take you in to join them in a little bit.  Can you fill out some paperwork for me, while you're waiting?"

"Sure."  Elizabeth gave the young girl a clipboard with some forms attached to it, along with a pen.

"Just sit anywhere and fill those all out.  When you're done, bring them to me."

Susan sat down and looked over the papers that Elizabeth had handed her.  They weren't informational forms, but instead were questionnaires.  Some of them were easy to answer, others dealt with how she felt about wearing dresses and being a girl and Susan had to think about how to answer them.  But she finally finished filling in all of the forms and handed them back to Elizabeth.  "Thanks Susan.  Just grab a magazine, it won't be long now."  Then she disappeared, presumably to give the questionnaires to the Doctor.

Susan was in the middle of an article on the how to best use mascara to make her eyes look bigger when Elizabeth said "Susan, the Doctor will talk to you now.  Just come through the door here when it buzzes open." 

Angelica Andolini was a classic Italian beauty.  Curvy, voluptuous, with a thick mane of glossy jet black hair that she didn't bother to pin up.  Instead she let it flow about her head, framing the face of an angel.  While a medical professional she disdained the white robe look.  She was wearing a smart teal suit with matching pumps and when Susan walked into her office, she was surprised to find that Angelica towered over her as she watched the doctor get up and walk around from her desk to shake Susan's hand.

"So nice to meet you Susan.  Let's sit down and we can chat for awhile."

"Doctor, why am I here" Susan asked as she made her way to one of the chairs in front of the desk.  She made a conscious effort to avoid the sofa that was obviously meant for patients to lay upon during sessions with the psychiatrist.

"You're here because your mother is concerned about you and wants only what is best for you.  That's what I want too.  Yes I'm a psychiatrist and psychologist as well, but none of us think anything is quote unquote wrong with you Susan.  You've been through something few boys ever go through in life and my job is to make sure that we determine what's best for you and your future.  I don't know if that means being Susan indefinitely, or going back to being Eric and dressing up as Susan sometimes, or what.  But you and I and your mother will work out what's best and make that happen for you.  I want you to feel safe in this office Susan.  In fact, let me ask, do you want to be called Susan?"

"When I'm dressed this way, yes.  I feel like it's the right name."

"I respect that Susan.  Had you ever dressed up like a girl before the basketball game?  Normally I'd let you tell me the story of how you came to be like this, but your mother needed a chance to vent and get it off her chest and I'd rather not waste the time hearing it again.  At least not today.  I want to figure out what to do with you in the short term today, and then we can spend a little more time figuring out the long-term solution to whether or not you're going to be Susan or Eric, or something in-between."

"In-between?"

"Bouncing between the two.  I have a patient who is a man five days a week.  He works in a very male profession.  But two nights a week and all day long on weekends, he's a girl.  A very pretty one too.  You will find that there are no limits to who and what you get to be when you grow up, Susan.  But it's your immediate future I'm concerned about.  Tell me how it has been for you to go to Immaculate as Susan."

"It's been okay."

"How are your grades?"

"A's, nothing but A's"

"But you got all A's at Tucker."

"Yep.  I'm a smart cookie."

"Yes, I can see that.  But were you popular at Tucker?"

"No, I had trouble with my classmates."

"Tell me about it.  Tell me all about how it was then and how it is now."

* * * * *

Joyce Langer was sitting anxiously in the waiting area.  Susan had been in with Dr. Andolini for almost two hours when the door finally opened and she emerged.  Susan appeared to have been crying, but her makeup had been repaired.  Only the redness of her eyes gave her mother the clue about the tears her daughter had shed in the doctor's office.

"Mom, Dr. Angelica wants to talk to you for a minute.  I'm supposed to wait out here."

"Okay sweetie.  Just sit tight, I'm sure we'll be on our way home soon."

Dr. Andolini was sitting behind her desk when Joyce walked in.

"Sit down Mrs. Langer."  As Joyce sat, Dr. Andolini went on.  "You do have a rough road ahead."

"Don't I know it."

"I think that Susan is definitely gender dysphoric.  Whether or not your son Eric is in fact a transsexual is something I cannot say."

"Why is that?"

"Because it is a condition that requires self-diagnosis.  Unless and until Susan insists she's a female trapped in a male body, no one else can say that she's a transsexual."

"So what do you recommend?"

"Take her home.  Tell her to sleep on it.  I'm going to give you a sample of a sleeping pill that will put her to sleep.  Tell her that in the morning she's free to decide whether or not she wants to be Susan or Eric tomorrow, and any other day, but that sometime soon she will have to make a more permanent decision.  I'd like to see her tomorrow afternoon and every afternoon this and next week."

"Alright, I'll have her here."

"Even if she's Eric, I want to see your child.  I wouldn't worry though, Joyce.  She seems surprisingly well-adjusted in spite of what's happened to her and I don't think that there will be any long-term effects whether she ends up choosing to stay Susan or to go back to being Eric."

* * * * *

Joyce stopped on the way home and picked up Chinese food for the two of them to eat.  She waited until she was sitting across the dining room table from Susan before telling her what was going on.  "Susan, you get to decide this one on your own.  If you want to go back to being Eric, then tomorrow we'll undo what's been done and before the end of the day, you'll be back at Tucker.  Or you can stay as you are and be Susan."

"I can do either one?"

"Yes.  And you don't have to decide right away.  What I want and what Dr. Angelica wants is for you to make a decision that you can stick with.  That's why we want you to sleep on it tonight at least.  If you're ready to decide in the morning, fine.  If you need more time to decide, fine.  You can take as long as you like, up to the end of this school year.  When fall rolls around and you start the 9th grade, that's how you will stay throughout high school.  Is that fair?"

"Yes Mom.  I can tell you though, I need at least one more day of being Susan.  I need to talk to Michelle about this.  I need her advice."

"Of course, dear.  But all the same, when you wake up tomorrow morning, being Eric is your option.  Now leave the dishes for me.  Here's a pill that Dr. Angelica wants you to take before bed.  Take it with you and go up to bed.  But first give me a good-night kiss."  Susan walked over to where her mother sat and kissed her on the cheek.  Once up in her room, after undressing, she took the pill and downed it with a glass of water.  She was soon fast asleep.

* * * * *

Joyce awoke to find that Susan was already awake, dressed for school and had made eggs and bacon for breakfast.  "So you're sure about being Susan today?"

"Yes.  I told you, I want to talk to Michelle before I make any decisions.  I trust her advice."

"You don't trust your mother?"

"That's not it Mom.  Michelle is my age....you know what I mean?"

"Yes I do.  Come on, let's eat and then I'll drop you at Immaculate."

* * * * *

"So that's what happened."  Susan finished telling Michelle about her visit to the doctor and looked up expectantly at her friend.  They were sharing lunch behind one of the buildings at Immaculate, so they could be alone and not have anyone listen in on their conversation.  In spite of the solitude of the spot, they were whispering to one another.

"I don't understand.  You could have been Eric today and you weren't.  Why not?"

"For one thing I wanted to ask your advice about what I should do.  I do have a choice."

"You mean they'd really let you stay as Susan indefinitely?"

"If I want to.  I just don't know what I should do."

"Why did you come to school as Susan today?"

"Because I wanted to get advice from my best friend.  Because I needed to talk to my lover and ask her advice about all of this.  And because I wasn't ready to go back to Tucker and be the class nerd again."

"You hate Tucker, don't you?"

"Yep.  I like the teachers but they don't make up for the way I got treated."

"So why is this a tough decision then?"

"Because it's so final.  Once I start school in the fall, either as Eric or as Susan, I have to commit to finishing high school that way."

"I have an idea.  Let's go to the University Library and study tonight.  We can do some research about boys who become girls.  I really think of you as a girl now Susan.  I don't want to lose that special part of you that gives us so much pleasure, but aside from that, you're a girl.  Don't you think so?"  Susan nodded.  "Good.  Then let's go to the library tonight."

It wasn't easy to arrange the library trip.  Joyce had to be convinced to pick up Susan from her appointment with Dr. Andolini and then to drive by Michelle's house on the way to the library, as well as returning later to pick the girls up when they were finished.  It was the tone of Susan's voice, the "neediness" for this that convinced Joyce she had to do it.

* * * * *

The library at the university had a lot of books on sexuality and a number dealing with transsexualism.  There were some personal narratives, including the autobiographies of Christine Jorgenson and Canary Conn.  When they were finished researching, Susan called her mother and then the two went to wait just outside the library, in a well-lit area.

"So what do you think Susan?"

"I don't know yet.  I made some notes and I want to talk to my doctor about some of this.  But I think I know more than I did.  This was a good idea."

Soon Joyce drove up and the girls were in the car.  They dropped Michelle off at home and after she was inside her house, Joyce asked "What did you find out?"

"A lot Mom.  A lot.  I have a lot of questions for the doctor.  But I think that after I see her tomorrow I'll know what I'm going to do."

"Care to share that with me now?"

"No.  I promise I'll tell you before anyone else, even the doctor, but I'm not saying a word until I'm absolutely sure."

* * * * *

"Hi Doctor."

"Hello Susan.  How are you today?"

"I'm fine Doctor."  Susan walked in, and for the first time she went for the sofa rather than a chair.  Dr. Andolini raised an eyebrow but said nothing.  She waited for Susan to say something.  It took a moment but then it happened.  "Doctor, I did a lot of reading last night.  I've come to a couple of conclusions."

"And what are those, Susan?"

"The first is I'm not really a transsexual.  The one common theme among them from what I read is that they all hate their penis.  Mine happens to give me a lot of pleasure and I like it.  But I also like being Susan.  A lot.  I don't want to give it up."

"Because..."

"Because I'm popular.  I have friends.  I don't get picked on."

"There are other ways around that.  Changing schools, learning how to change your behavior as Eric.  Staying Susan isn't the only answer to those problems."

"I know.  I'll decide tonight and tell you tomorrow.  But before I go, can we talk about something else?"

"Sure Susan.  Whatever you like."

* * * * *

That night at home, Susan was finishing up her homework.  She turned to say goodnight to her mother.  "Good night Mom."

"Susan, have you decided what you're going to do yet?"

"Yes Mother, I have."

"But you're not going to tell me?"

"You will know in the morning Mom.  But I think you know already."

"Tomorrow is Friday.  Are you going to school?"

"Mom, wait until morning.  You've waited this long."  With that, Susan kissed her mother on the cheek and went off to bed.  Joyce had been in Susan's room earlier that evening and had seen two sets of clothes laid out for wearing.  One of Susan's and one of Eric's.  She didn't know what to think.

* * * * *

Joyce's alarm went off at six thirty.  She got up and went to see what Susan/Eric was up to, but the door was closed and locked.  "Sweetie, do you want breakfast" she called out loudly.

"No Mom."

"Just be ready on time then."

"I will be."

Joyce was too nervous to eat.  She sipped a glass of juice and watched television.  She'd hurried through her own morning preparations to see what was going to happen with Susan.  Would her daughter resume his life as her son?  She honestly didn't know.

A few minutes later, Susan came out, clad in her Immaculate uniform.  "Morning Mom."

"Morning Susan."

"Mom, there are a few boxes in my room.  Eric's things.  I kept one outfit in the closet in case of emergency, but I'd like to put the rest into storage."

"So you're going to remain Susan then?

"Yes.  At least until I finish high school.  I don't want to have a sex change, but I don't want to stop being a girl.  At least not yet.  Maybe I'll change my mind later, but I've adjusted too well and have too much fun as a girl to give it up now.  Oh Mom, can I spend the night at Michelle's?"

"No.  But she can spend the night here.  I don't want to tell her mother the truth just yet, there are a lot of complications to work out.  But Michelle can spend the night here anytime you want her to.  Just one rule, young lady."

"What's that Mom?"

"Safe sex."

* * * * *

Later that day Joyce Langer met with Sister Katherine.  "Susan will be staying at Immaculate.  I'm here to work out the arrangements."

"Excellent choice on your part."

"It was her choice, not mine.  But I support it."

"Good.  Let's talk about payment of tuition then."

"There won't be any, Sister Katherine.  I expect Immaculate to give her free tuition for the duration of her stay here."

"That's impossible."

"Really?  I'd hate to see what kind of trouble you'd get into with the authorities for doing what you did to my son, without my permission."

"But Mrs. Langer, you make enough money to afford the tuition."

"That's not the issue.  The issue is the added expenses I'm going to have.  Girls are more expensive to raise than boys and I'm going to have to pay for the psychiatrist as well.  So you can pick up the tuition, or I go visit the authorities.  What will it be?"

"We will pick up the cost of tuition and books for your daughter.  She must not try out for any interscholastic sports.  Other than that, there are no restrictions on her attendance here at Immaculate.  If there's nothing else Mrs. Langer, I do have a full calendar."

After Mrs. Langer had left, Sister Elizabeth came in and sat down.  "So what happened" she asked.  "What I expected would happen.  But don't celebrate dear.  Susan isn't going to become a nun."

Sister Elizabeth's smile disappeared.  "But...I thought..."

"You thought if you recruited another male to take your place among our order, you would free to leave the order.  Sister, sister.  You're one of us until you secure a replacement.  That's the deal.  Keep looking.  Perhaps you'll find another boy who will wind up as one of our order.  Meanwhile, back to work.

THE END