Going To College As A Girl - Mistaken Admission - Part 2 (Patreon)

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It's time you start."

"Will you pick out my outfit, then, please?"

Terry handed Cris a long skirt and a matching blouse with a frilly front. Cris, no longer shy, removed the apron and the white dress in front of Terry and put on the blouse and the skirt, again struggling with the buttons. He knew this would take some time to adjust to the reverse buttons of women’s garments. Again, he enjoyed the skirt the freedom of movement, the way it brushed his legs. Terry handed him the black pumps, which he placed on his feet.

"Great, but the white hose doesn't go with the outfit. Try the tan pair."

‘So this is why she got the different colored stockings,’ Cris thought. He not only had never worn women's clothes before, but now he was dressing in the presence of a pretty girl he was attracted to! He was not only strangely enjoying this, but he was again fully aroused. Luckily, the full skirt hid his erection, or so he thought.

"I can see you enjoy wearing these clothes," Terry said, noticing the bulge. "You'll get used to it."

Cris started to blush, and Terry, noticing, stood up and gave him a big hug.

"You're wonderful, Terry... Thanks for everything," Cris said softly to Terry, and she kissed him gently. Cris returned her kiss as she pressed her body tightly against Cris's hard organ. She was getting aroused too, so she backed away.

Cris sat down on the bunk and changed his hose. Terry watched him roll the white pair down his legs, then bunch up the tan stockings and roll them up his hairless legs. Pulling the thigh-highs up to the top, he extended his legs, revealing their shapeliness. Cris was not very muscular and, in fact, was potentially very feminine in appearance.

"Much better," she said. "My goodness, you've got beautiful legs for a boy. And where did you learn to put on stockings like that? Have you ever worn hose before?"

"No, but I've seen my mother do it."

"Yeah, and I'll bet you always wanted to try. Now let me see you walk around in these shoes."

Cris put on the black 2" pumps and paraded around the room as directed. The skirt bounced around his nylon-covered legs, and the feeling was ecstatic. The shoes and stockings enhanced his legs and ankles even further. Even without makeup, he was passable as a girl.

"You are a quick study. You're having no problem walking in those heels. I wonder how you'll do in higher heels, and, you see, the ruffles on that blouse cover the fact that you are flat-chested, if I may be so bold. Eventually, you may want to give some thought to a little padding there."

"What, the bra again?"

"Just a suggestion. It finishes the look, you know. And speaking of looks, maybe we should do something with your hair."

"Wait a minute. Why must I look like a total woman? I'm a guy at a girl's school. It will soon be no secret. So why the disguise? I'm merely conforming to the dress code. Isn't that enough?"

"Sure, according to the dress code, you must wear women's clothes. They made no exception for you, and you are conforming to the rules. But do you just want to look like a "man in a dress?" That would be both funny and offensive to the rest of us girls. Don't you want to be accepted by your classmates as a guy in your position trying to fit in by reasonably trying to emulate a girl? You know, after all, this is a girl’s school, and you're going to be here a long time, so why not give in and try to pass as a girl? We wouldn't be so self-conscious around you, and you might even learn to like it."

"I suppose you’re right, and I actually think I am already."

"I think you are too. But remember, to me, you're still a male." Terry whispered in his ear and gave Cris a long, hot kiss.

"OK, then, what about my hair?"

"I think I can make it up into a somewhat feminine style. You wear it anyway. I'll give you something easy to maintain and yet able to be kept off your collar as rules dictate."

Terry divided Cris's hair, pulling some forward over his forehead, and using a pair of scissors that she had in her makeup kit she had brought in anticipation, trimmed his hair, giving him bangs. The remainder, she pulled back into a ponytail tied with a ribbon.

"Now, for some makeup," Terry persisted. "You do need some color."

"I'm afraid to say no to you." The moment he was waiting for but was afraid to ask

Terry applied a light foundation to Cris's face.

"This is a base to cover any beard shadow, but your blond hair color shows little," she explained as she worked. "You will find it easy to do."

Next, apply a little eye shadow to his eyelids and some pencil to darken his eyebrows and contour them a little.

"Just to accent your eyes a little. We don't want to overdo it. This is not a formal event. You've got such long, beautiful eyelashes," she noticed. "I’m jealous!"

She brushed the blush on the hollows of his cheeks and dusted a little powder overall to soften the look.

"This gives you a softer and more feminine look, though' you don't need much added to what you already have."

Last came the lipstick. She chose a medium pink lip gloss, carefully outlined his lips with a brush, and then applied the pink shaft to fill his lips.

"Gently purse your lips, please."

He did as directed. She gently planted a kiss before smoothing the color evenly across his lips. He rubbed his lips together to even out the gloss. Terry was impressed again that he knew how to do that.

"I didn't want to waste a good pucker. The pink gloss gives your lips color and shine. There now, you look a thousand percent better, and I think you'll be able to do it yourself from now on. I'll leave these cosmetics with you. By the way, don't be alarmed if the lipstick doesn't wash off. It's a new kiss-proof kind that's fairly permanent."

Cris was watching his transformation in Terry's makeup mirror as she worked. He was glad he submitted to Terry's insistence on wearing makeup. He thought to himself Since this was going to be a regular thing, he didn't care how permanent the makeup was. This school is going to teach him more than he expected.

Cris stood up from the desk, stepped back, and twirled around the room.

"My goodness! You do make a very pretty woman. You'll have no trouble passing now."

"What will the other girls think?" he asked. "It's not my intention to deceive anyone you know."

"I think they will respect you more because you've taken the trouble to fit in rather than mock them by appearing as a drag queen. You’ll see."

"Well, I've got a week to get adjusted to this before classes begin. Let's go eat and meet some of the other girls. Gee, I just met you today, and now we're like sisters. How can I ever thank you enough? I could never have gotten this far without your help."

"My pleasure," Terry said, taking Cris's hands. "I'm flattered that you have the confidence to let me help you. We will be dorm sisters and more, I hope. I want to continue helping you with your ‘orientation’."

"I also hope we can be more than sisters, Terry. And yes, I'd like your help."

Cris kissed Terry warmly. She submitted, and their tongues touched. Cris's erection returned, and Terry, feeling it, pressed in tighter. She liked the feel, but again thought better of it and pulled away.

"I feel like a lesbian," she whispered. "I've never kissed a girl before."

Their lipstick didn't smear.

The two young ladies proceeded to the dining hall. After having seen how well he looked in the mirror, Cris walked with confidence, very aware of the unfamiliar feel of the feminine garments against his skin, a sensation he was very much enjoying. This isn't going to be so bad, he thought. I'm going to like this. He kept trying to convince himself.

Going through the food line, they selected their meals and, despite Cris’ protest, joined some other girls at their table. Terry made the introductions, and no mention was made of Cris's real gender. The other girls never guessed. After leaving the hall, Terry praised Cris for his behavior.

"See? They didn't notice anything different about you. You can pass as a girl."

"But I didn’t say anything. All I did was listen. You did all the talking. I still feel guilty about this."

"Don't; you can't go around bragging that you're not a girl. If it happens to come out, you don't have to deny it but don't broadcast it either. When classes begin, we'll let our own classmates know. The word will spread soon enough. But give it enough time for you to prove yourself as a serious student and not some pervert trying to crash a girl's school."

"As usual, I guess you're right again. You are an amazing woman. But what about my voice?"

"Just speak softly, smile a lot, and be expressive with your eyes. No one will pay much attention to anything else; after all, they have reason to suspect differently. Many women have low-pitched or deep voices."

That put Cris more at ease.

They returned to Cris's room, where Terry began to give him lessons on how a girl sits in a skirt and other female mannerisms, including how a girl speaks and gestures. As before, Cris was a quick learner and a very willing student. Terry was impressed with their progress.

"You amaze me. You're really into this girl stuff. I think you must’ve secretly wanted to be a woman. Was your application to this school really an accident?"

Cris immediately took the defensive position.

"Hell no! Honestly, I didn’t know about Walker not being co-ed. But for now…this…"

"I don't know. It's all so new to me, and I admit, I'm beginning to like it. After all, I am committed to this lifestyle for the next two years, and who knows after that? I'm planning on going for a four-year degree."

For the next week, before classes began, Cris wore variations of his new wardrobe constantly to get accustomed to behaving as a girl. He had packed away all the male clothes. There is no need for them anymore. He would eventually discard them, he thought. He and Terry spent a great deal of time together, getting acquainted and bonding both as girls and lovers. Terry did not forget that Cris was a boy. She liked him a lot. She wanted Cris but knew they had to practice safe sex and neither had protection.

Cris was learning to be very submissive to Terry, and she preferred it that way. With so few students in the dorm, they had a lot of privacy together for some great love-making. Terry was afraid to let Cris penetrate her for fear of getting pregnant, but the oral sex was wonderful for both of them. She dominated Cris completely. He quickly became her sex slave.

As the days passed, they met their classmates as they arrived. Terry steered the conversation around to Cris and his circumstances with a few of the girls, and the word spread. The girls thought it was great what Cris had done to the school authorities, standing his ground with them, and were impressed with his appearance as a girl. They all welcomed him as a sister and wanted to help him with his transformation. His fears were over.

Classes began, and all the freshman girls were in their new uniforms. The freshman class had 60 girls in their own dorm. After a day in that new outfit, Cris was glad Terry had advised him to wear a full slip. He could see how he would have been miserable without it. The nylon slip allowed the cotton fabric of the uniform to slide easily and not chafe his skin. She was right again. In time, he was beginning to notice that maybe he should use a little padding in the bust area. His classmates filled out their dresses so well, and he was feeling a little self-conscious being so flat-chested. especially with the body of his slip hanging so empty. Besides, the idea of having breasts was beginning to intrigue him. Of course, none of the other girls made any comments about his flatness and, in fact, were very warm and friendly. The instructors either didn't know or didn't care about Cris's real gender. Nothing was mentioned. After the second week, while Cris and Terry were studying together, Cris said,

"Terry, I was thinking, Maybe I should try a bra to add a little shape to my outfits."

"What a wonderful idea! Why didn't I think of that?" she said, laughing. "You can wear one of mine till we go shopping again."

Terry quickly went to her room before he changed his mind and returned with a pink bra with lace trim and a little red bow in the center of the cups.

"I know this will fit you."

Cris took off the sweater he was wearing and put his arms through the straps. Terry hooked the bra behind him. She then took some rolled-up stockings and stuffed the cups. Cris put his sweater back on and admired his new figure.

"Much better. You are right again, as usual," he said, approvingly.

"You're learning. Keep this one until we get you some padded bras. It may feel strange now, but you'll get used to it."

"I like it already."

The next day in class, Cris was pleased that he looked more like the rest of the girls. Some of them noticed, smiled, and winked their approval. They liked Cris's progressive transformation, and Cris continued to like being transformed into a woman.

Cris endeared himself to his classmates by helping them with their homework. They had study sessions in his room or in the lounge. When they started to learn the metric system of measurement, Cris, having learned it in previous schooling, helped the other girls in dorm study groups. He also helped the girls with lab work, since he'd had science courses in junior college and was good with math. It helped form a bond with his dorm sisters, and they were very appreciative. Nobody considered him anything but a girl. In return, they all coached him in the art of being a woman: etiquette, clothing styles and accessories, feminine gestures and expressions, posture, makeup tips, etc. More than he needed to know, he often thought, but being innately a good student, he wanted to learn everything. Being totally immersed in the company of women, the learning came easily. He was getting a double education—more than he expected.

When Thanksgiving arrived, the college held a formal dinner in the dining hall for the students and staff. Everyone had to dress appropriately in their best dresses. One of the girls loaned him a dress for the event. Several of the girls ganged up on him to do his hair and makeup. His transformation into something beautiful seemed to have become a class project. One girl has experience as a hair stylist, another as a makeup artist, etc.

They all pitched in to work on him. His hair was now long enough to style. They cut and styled his hair into a very feminine hairdo. His eyebrows were plucked and shaped, and makeup was applied like never before. He felt like Cinderella was going to the ball.

He was turned into a beautiful woman. And he was extremely pleased with his new look, as any woman would be. He put on the borrowed party dress and a pair of matching shoes with 3" heels. By now, after several shopping trips, he had his own bras with foam pads in a B cup, giving him the form he wanted. He had grown to feel perfectly natural in these clothes, and the makeover gave him added confidence. He knew he looked hot that night.

With Terry as his date, or rather, he was Terry's date, the two girls walked to the dining hall.

"Cris, I think I'm jealous. You're prettier than I am. They did a wonderful job on you. I think you should leave your hair like that; it's very becoming."

"I might have to, hon. They cut and styled it. I may have little choice."

"How do the shoes feel? I see you're having no problem walking."

"Fine. I've been practicing a lot, you know. The girls have been grooming me for a long time for this."

"See, you were worried about being accepted. Well, tonight's the big night. You get to be seen by the whole college and staff. We'll see if anybody suspects."

"Terry, I'm a little nervous. Please don't leave me. I need your support."

"I won't, Cris. But relax; remember my love, you're a lovely young lady now. There's nothing to worry about."

They entered the hall and mingled with the crowd.

As they stood looking around the room, Cris spotted Miss Whitley. He approached her and said, "Hello, Dean Whitley, do you know who I am?" Cris had confidence now and decided to have some fun with his new identity.

"Why, no, I'm afraid I don't recognize you."

"I'm Cris Adams, remember? The male student."

"Oh my goodness, Cris. You certainly have changed! Of course, I wouldn't recognize you. Well, I see you've adapted quite well, as I was sure you would. You make an attractive young lady."

"You expected me to look like this?" Cris asked, surprised.

"Yes, I did, Cris. Being petite in stature, you wore your hair in a ponytail, being an academic type person rather than sports-minded, and since you were applying to an all-girls school, I felt you fit the stereotype of someone wanting to try a gender change, even though you said it was a mistake. I did not believe you didn't know this school was not co-ed. I think you wanted to go to a girl's school all along. So I convinced the board to let you attend only if you wear women's clothes, something I felt you wanted to do anyway. If you didn't, you were out, to which they agreed. And I was positive you would blend in well with the other girls. Was I very wrong?"

"Well, actually, I guess not. I have never admitted it to anybody, but I guess I always wanted to be a girl. I don't know whether to be angry or to thank you. You obviously had more insight about me than I knew about myself. I thought I'd try this for a while to see how I'd feel living as a woman. I've grown accustomed to living this way now, and I like it very much, so I feel I must thank you. Time will tell how far I go with it," Cris said, smiling. "I'm not only getting a paid education, but a new lifestyle."

"Well, dear, if you need any professional counseling, don't hesitate to take advantage of our health service. Maybe you will decide to make the change permanent. You do make a lovely woman, I'm happy to say. I'll help you in any way I can. Good luck."

Cris thanked her, rejoined Terry, and told her about the conversation.

"Somehow, she knew I wanted to be a girl from the start," Cris said.

"I think I did too, when I saw how excited you were about trying on your new underwear and dresses. You didn't offer any resistance, as I would have expected a boy to do, and you didn't want to take them off. And you've adapted so well in such a short time."

"Gosh, was it so obvious? I'm embarrassed."

"Don't be, love. It's history now. And I love you the way you are. I think that's what attracted me to you."

They sat down for the Thanksgiving dinner and enjoyed the evening with their friends. Cris and Terry spent the long weekend partying, shopping, and watching TV. No homework.!

Time passed with classes, lab work, and homework until Christmas break. Cris's wardrobe increased with the change of seasons. Terry invited Cris to her home to spend the holiday with her family, and he accepted, completely comfortable with his new identity. The two young ladies arrived at Terry's home and were warmly received.

"So you are Terry's friend. We've heard so much about you, Cris," Mrs. Neal said. "We're so happy you can spend the holiday with us. Terry, you girls will have to share your room; your brother is coming home also, so his room will be occupied."

"OK, Mom, we'll manage just fine, won't we, Crissi?" Terry said, winking at Cris. Cris thought, This is too good to be true. The girls went up to their room to freshen up. Terry pushed Cris down on her bed, jumped on top of him, and planted a long, deep kiss.

"Now I've got you where I want you, my slave," Terry said. Cris purred with submission.

They freshened up, repaired their makeup, and returned downstairs.

That night, Terry and Cris went to bed together in Terry's bed. Cris was wearing a pink teddy with a bra and pants in case someone accidentally came into the room. Terry was wearing a white teddy with nothing underneath. When the house was quiet, Terry rolled on top of Cris, kissed him, and stroked him until his penis grew hard. She extracted it from its nylon enclosure, then positioned her body so that his hot, hard shaft entered her wet vagina. Cris responded immediately.

He thought he had died and gone to heaven. Terry was his first vaginal sex partner. He was no longer a virgin. Their two bodies undulated slowly, her hips rising to meet his thrust quietly, so as not to wake up the household. Cris climaxed first, and Terry came shortly after. They remained fixed in position for a while to savor the moment.

"I thought you were worried about getting pregnant," he whispered.

"I was, my love, but I planned for this and started on the pill a while back. Merry Christmas. Did you like your gift?"

"Is the snow cold?" Cris responded, chuckling. "Oh Terry, I love you so much," he gushed.

"I love you too, Cris. I want you always. You're not thinking of a total sex change, are you? I like you as a woman, but not a total woman."

"No, my love, but maybe some minor changes."

"What do you mean?" she asked as they lay in each other's arms.

"I was thinking of maybe taking some hormones to grow breasts. I've been researching the subject."

"Will it affect your sex drive?"

"I don't think so... I'll have to find out for sure. I've read it takes longer for orgasm."

"Ooooh, delightful," she purred.

"So, if you do grow breasts, do you plan on living as a woman permanently, then?"

"Right now, I think so. I'm very happy. Do you object?"

"No, I want you to be happy; that's why I’ve been there to help you get this far, but I don't want to lose you to a scalpel. I don't mind living with you as a woman if you've got the right equipment. It's been great so far."

"You're a rare find," he said.

They kissed, rolled over, and went to sleep.

Cris got along with Terry's family very well; no one suspected a thing. She was welcome to come back.

Returning to the academy after the holidays, Cris talked to a counselor at the health service about his desire for a gender change. His goal was to be a pre-op transsexual. The counselor could see how well Cris had adjusted to living as a woman and, with a little persuasion from Miss Whitley, agreed to help him. Cris was given a complete physical to establish a baseline medical database.

He was then given a regimen of hormones to take regularly. It was explained that he would notice some changes in his body, both physical and emotional, over some time as a result of the medication. His breasts would develop, his hips would enlarge, his skin tone would soften, etc. His sex drive and performance would only change slightly. This all confirmed what he had learned from his research on the subject of sex changes. He was eager to start and took his first dose immediately.

During the semester from January to June, Cris began to experience many physical and emotional changes. His hip measurements gained 4 inches, while his waist lost 2 inches. His breasts began to show development and required only a little padding to fill the B cups of his bra. His hair grew faster and thicker, yet his facial hair growth seemed to reduce. To Terry's delight, his penis size only reduced a little but was just as useful, and it was taking him longer to climax, although his sex drive was slightly diminished.

Cris was extremely happy with his change. With his new curves, he could now wear a two-piece bathing suit and draw whistles at the beach. He now found himself more openly effeminate and emotional over the slightest things. His attitude about his new femininity helped, and Terry loved that. She drew even closer to Cris. Their sex life was intense; as two women making love strictly orally, it was a real turn-on for Terry. She had worried for nothing, especially since she was the dominant one in the relationship—her preference, as always. Cris was completely submissive to her; it was his preference.

In June, the school year closed. Next fall, they would start spending some time with on-the-job nurse training at a hospital. Miss Cris was ready.

During the summer vacation, Cris and Terry stayed with Terry's parents, sharing her room. Her parents still do not suspect that Cris was a male.

They both got summer jobs as nurses' aids at a local hospital to earn money and keep their skills current. The girls occasionally went out on double dates with boys just for appearance. Most of their social lives involved group activities with friends. Cris was a hit with Terry's girlfriends and her old boyfriends, much to Terry's amusement. Cris would give the boys a casual kiss, but no more. Terry would do likewise. Cris and Terry were very close, always touching or holding hands. Terry's mother noticed and was a little concerned, but said nothing.

The summer passed, and vacation ended. Back to school.

The now second-year students received their new uniforms—all-white nylon dresses with blue caps. There were no complaints from Cris this time about having to wear a dress. He would have complained otherwise. They would attend classes for half days and work in a hospital the other half, assisting the RNs.

Cris was identified as a female student nurse by the staff, and he didn't claim to be otherwise. Miss Whitley arranged that. In fact, he considered himself to be a woman and acted accordingly. Nor did any of his classmates reveal his true identity. They, long ago, had accepted him as a woman.

And Cris's feminine features continued to develop as a result of the hormones. Cris was a very attractive young lady. So much so that some of the young interns would occasionally hit on her. One young man was so persistent that Cris finally gave in and, with Terry's consent, went on a date with him. Fred, the intern, was very nice and very handsome. Cris could have fallen for Fred if she didn't love Terry so much. To be polite, Cris kissed Fred at the conclusion of their date, which turned into a passionate and delightful kiss.

Fred got all turned on by it, and Cris, having never kissed a boy before, also got excited and caught up in the moment. The kiss led to petting. Fred fondled Cris's developing breasts, which she enjoyed, and Cris fondled Fred's hard penis to the point of climax, which they both enjoyed. She had never felt that way before, touching another male, enjoying it, and thinking maybe it was because of the hormones.

Fred made Cris feel like a woman in a different way than Terry does, and she liked that. When Cris related to Terry what had happened and how Fred had made her feel, Terry understood and said Cris would have to choose which way to go, i.e., making love with a man or a woman. Terry didn't want to compete with a man. Cris decided to stay with Terry, but she never stopped thinking about that night with Fred.

Cris didn't date any more men during the second school year. She concentrated on her work and studies and graduated with honors. At the graduation ceremony, all the girls received their RN certificates and their white caps. Cris and Terry were now registered nurses.

They took a short vacation trip back to Terry's home, where Terry told her parents about Cris's real identity and that they planned to marry. Mr. Neal was speechless at first, but since he liked Cris, he accepted him/her into the family. Mrs. Neal claimed she knew it all the time but wasn't really sure, and she likewise welcomed Cris as a new son or daughter-in-law.

They were married at Neal's home, with Cris in a white, feminine gown and shoulder-length hair under her veil and Terry in a black, tuxedo-looking dress with a short, boyish hairdo. As usual, Terry chose to be the groom, but she wore a dress to accommodate her parents. Miss Whitley was Cris's maid of honor. She had been watching Cris's academic progress and transformation from a shy young man to a confident, attractive young lady, and was very pleased and not surprised with both.

Terry got a job at a hospital near the school, while Cris went on towards his degree in nursing administration.

As promised to Terry, Cris never had SRS but continued his career living as a woman and being a wife to Terry.

The End.