A Special Girl - Birth of a Special Girl

A Special Girl - Chapter 1 By Alhana Escher Birth of a Special Girl James’ world had been turned upside down. Just moments before he had been getting off with, in his opinion, the cutest and sexiest girl in school. Now though, his was totally freaked out sitting on his living room floor having just discovered his girlfriend Alice wasn’t actually a girl at all. He had found out when his hand, that had been slowly making it’s way up her legs underneath her dress had reached the silkiness of her knickers to find a unexpected surprise waiting within. A small, but definitely hard cock. And not only that, but Alice was now sitting there on the sofa, in tears, denying it. “ What do you mean ‘A special girl’?” He asked. “You mean you are some kind of sissy gayboi?” As soon as the words left his lips he regretted it as the wounded look in Alice’s face hit him full on. He loved Alice and he found he was having trouble turning off those feelings now he knew she wasn’t a girl. Did this mean he was gay? It couldn’t be. He had never even thought about a boy in that way before. But then, really, he had, because Alice was a boy. But he hadn’t known that. Oh, he was so confused that his head was spinning. “I’m not gay.” She replied. She had fixed a steely gaze on him in an effort to hide the pain she was feeling at his rejection. “I only like boys. And I’m not a sissy, only boys are sissies. Girls are girly.” “But there are no such things as special girls,” He looked up at her wishing he hadn’t. That look on her face made him feel like he had just called her a whore, or something worse. “There are only boys and girls. If you have a cock, and you do, then you are a boy.” “Oh, that’s just silliness,” She scoffed at him. “I know of at least 3 other special girls in our school. There may not be many of us. Be we do exist!” That hit him like a brick. There were 4 girls in his school who were really some sort of sissy cross dresser? Surely that couldn’t be right. She must be lying to him. Trying to get him confused. And it was working. Surely if there were that many in the school he would have heard about it by now. And surely the teachers must have known. There would have been special assemblies and everything. Just like they had when that k** in the wheelchair had joined the school a few years back. They would have told everyone to be kind and sensitive to the person, and to treat them like they would any other k**. And warn them about bullying the person. But nothing like that had happened. It must be a lie. “Oh yeah,” he asked. “Like who?” “Well, for starters there is Gemma Atkins.” She replied smiling. “And Andrea Solomon. And Kirsty Summers. That’s like Who!” Now she had to be lying. He knew all three of those girls and none of them could be boys. He defiantly would have known if they were. Especially Gemma Atkins. Gemma was well known in the school. Many boys thought she was the hottest girl in school, but not him. She may have had the biggest tits of any girl in school, and most of the teachers, and dressed more like a prostitute than a school girl most days. But for him it had always been Alice She was also well known for being the school bike. Lot’s of boys bragged about her having sucked their cocks, and more recently there had even been some bragging about how they had fucked her in the arse. Surely they would have noticed a cock when they took her knickers off. Or did they? Suddenly he could picture her bent over, her short skirt hiked up and her knickers pulled down just enough to give access to her ass but no view of anything else. In his mind the vision turned from Gemma into Alice and he could feel his cock stirring back to life in his trousers. What was going on? “But,” he stammered. “But how?” “Well,” She started. “I can’t tell you much about their stories, but I can tell you mine.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well, Mummy says she always knew I was really a girl. Even though she tried to deny it at first. In fact for the first few years of my life she tried to f***e me to be a boy. My dad had died just after I was born. He was in the army you see and there was some sort of training accident. So that left mummy and me all alone. She thought it was her fault that I was so girly. Blaming herself for letting me play with her make-up sometimes when she was getting herself ready to go out and stomping round in her, way too big, high heels. She thought it was cute at first, but then began to worry when I was taking no interest in any of the boy toys she bought me. She started to take me to my aunt and uncles house so I could play with my cousin Jake. But we just didn’t get along and I always ended up playing with my cousin Katie instead. Every time we would end up playing with her dollies or playing dress up. Mummy thought things would get better once I started nursery school. But they didn’t. She hoped I would make lots of boy friends. But instead at that age I thought boys were yucky and always doing yucky things, like playing in the dirt and digging up worms and things. I much preferred playing with the girls. I guess that is when I first remember being called Alice. Mummy and daddy had named me Alan when I was born. But one of the girls started to call me Alice. Named after the girl in the story the teacher was reading to us. You know the one where she follows the rabbit down the hole. She said I was more like a girl than a boy and should have a girls name when I played with them. The other girls picked up on it and joined in. It stuck, but then the boys picked up on it too. They started to make fun of me and call me names like sissy, just like you did. It became a big problem. That’s when Mummy took me out of the nursery. I cried for days and days because I missed my friends. Because I could be who I wanted to be without other judging me and being nasty to me. Why are boys like that? I think that is about the time Mummy realised that I may be a special girl and not a boy like she had thought. And she had a plan to find out. Mummy comforted me through the first few days after withdrawing me from the nursery, but after that she started to get me over it. She would tell me that as my class mates and I were due to finish nursery and start going to big school that we would all be splitting up and probably wouldn’t see each other anyway and that really, things would be better off that way. She also told me that I wouldn’t be going to big school like all my friends. You see, Mummy had been a doctor, not a very well off one, but, by all accounts a very good one. While she had been getting her degree she had done a little research work, as many doctors do apparently. But she had been particularly noted for a paper or two that she had written. She had been getting many offers to work in the research field, but had always turned them down as the security of working at the hospital had been better. But now, she had told me, she needed to spend more time at home with me so she had taken up one of the offers that allowed her to do a lot of work from home. That now meant that she could home school me. The next few weeks passed without much out of the ordinary happening. At least not that I noticed. Oh, sure I noticed the people that kept coming to the house, delivery people and decorators and the like but I didn’t pay them much mind. I knew that mummy had some work going on in the 2 spare bedrooms, but I had no idea what. I guess I just assumed it had something to do with Mummies work. Well, I was wrong on that score. Even after the work was completed Mummy forbade me to go into them until she told me I could. Naturally I didn’t argue or disobey Mummy, I knew I would be in big trouble if I did and would be spanked. And when Mummy spanked, it really hurt. Over those few weeks Mummy had let my hair grow out, where as normally she would have had it trimmed regularly to keep it short and boy like. Soon though the time came. Mummy told me I would be starting my schooling the next day. Mummy spent that whole day playing games with me, and I enjoyed every minute of it. It had been a long time since Mummy had spent that much time with me. Her work at the hospital had always kept her very busy. She even allowed me to stay up later than normal. Even though I had, as she called it, a big day ahead of me with many changes in store. But I didn’t care, all I knew is that I was having fun with Mummy and from now I would be spending a lot more time with her. But bed time eventually came. I drank my usual glass of warm milk, it tasted a little funny, but I didn’t care, I was just so tired. Mummy tucked me into bed and said good night. Unlike other nights she just stood there watching me fall asl**p. “Good bye Alan,” I heard her say just as I was drifting off. “I’ll miss you son.” The next morning I remember feeling groggy as I began to wake. My eye lids were heavy and my head felt a little funny. I just lay there, tossing and turning for a while on the cusp of sl**p and wakefulness. I Heard the door open as my mother entered the room. I heard her walk across the room and come to stand beside my bed. “Come on sl**py head,” She said as she gently shook me before turning and walking across the room. “You don’t want to be late for your first day at school, do you young lady?” Slowly what she said dawned on me. She had called me ‘young lady’ instead of the usual ‘Little man’. I prised my eye lids apart just as my mother drew the curtains wide. It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the sudden rush of light, but even before I could see properly I could tell something was different. The window was in the wrong place. Gradually the room came into focus and boy was I in for a surprise. I had awoken in the most amazing pink girly room you have ever seen. The bed I was laying in was a four post bed with lace curtains hanging tied to each of the posts. The walls were baby pink and painted with unicorns and fairies. In one corner there was the biggest doll house I had ever seen and lined up just in front of it were a whole bunch of dollies and teddies looking like there were queuing up to go inside. There was a beautiful dressing table and desk along the same wall. The dressing table had all kinds of ribbons, brushes and hair accessories laid out on it and a big mirror behind it. I looked over toward the window and saw Mummy standing there. She was dressed strangely. She was wearing a black leather dress with a red lace-up waist clincher over the top, black leather gloves that went up to her elbows and thigh length boot that stopped just below the hem of her skirt. In the gap between I could see glimpse of black stockings. I had never seen mummy wear anything like that before, but I didn’t care. I had gone to sl**p in my boring little boys room and awoken in the girly room of my dreams. I knew Katie would be so jealous when she saw it. “Well? What do you have to say?” Mummy said fixing me with a stern look. I couldn’t contain myself, I jumped off the bed and leapt across the room at Mummy flinging my arms out to hug her. She didn’t stoop down to catch me and hug me back like I expected so I just wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her as tightly as I could. “I Love it mummy!” I cooed as I squeezed her tightly. “Thank you so very much.” I Didn’t realise it at the time, but this had not been the reaction Mummy had been expecting. She had been expecting me to complain, to kick up a fuss. She believed that, though given a choice, I may do girly things, but when f***ed to be a girl I wouldn’t be so willing. Well, it was her time to get a shock. But Mummy can be very stubborn and she wasn’t about to give up yet. She spent a little time composing herself before grasping a hold of my shoulders and pulling me off of her. She stood there glowering down at me. “Well Good,” She started determined to take control of the situation. “As this will be your room from now on. If you want to act like a girl then you will be treated like a girl, in every way. Is that understood young lady?” “Yes Mummy.” I replied with confusion. I didn’t understand what she meant but I could tell she was being very serious. Like she was when I had been caught doing something dangerous or naughty. But she wasn’t telling me I had done anything wrong, or at least I didn’t think so. To me she was just telling me that she was going to stop treating me like a boy when I knew I was a girl. Maybe it was her that had done something naughty. “And that’s another thing,” she continued. “From now on, unless we are out, or I say otherwise, you are to call me Mistress Mummy. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress Mummy.” I replied nodding up at her more confused than ever. All I knew was Mummy was in one of those moods and I had better be good or face the consequences. “Well then,” She began, taking my hand and leading me over to the bed. “time to get you out of those silly boys thing and get you ready for your first day of school.” Mummy helped me strip out of my PJ’s and pants leaving me standing there naked. Which was not unusual really. Mummy had seen me like that often, but it had been a long time since she had undressed me. She lead me over to the dressing table and opened one of the drawers. There were a few pairs of panties in there. I stared into the drawer with glee at the pretty panties. There was a pink pair, a yellow pair, a blue pair, an orange pair and a white pair with pink lace trim at the waist and leg bands and little pink and yellow flowers on it. “These are only the start of your new wardrobe.” She told me trying to keep the nerves out of her voice. “We will go shopping for more once you are ready, but these will do for now. Go on, pick a pair to wear for today.” I didn’t know it at the time, but this was another of Mummies tests. She had hoped I would pick the blue pair. She figured that with the choice I would drift to the more boy-ish option. But as you can no doubt guess, I didn’t. With barely a thought I grabbed the white and pink flowery ones and held them out to her proudly. Determined, subconsciously, to show her I was a real girl. “These ones Mistress Mummy!” I proudly proclaimed holding aloft the delicate panties with a big smile on my face. “They are soooo pretty.” Not to be defeated Mummy just carried on like nothing had happened. She helped me pull on my first pair of panties, tucking my little clitty down underneath and making sure it was comfortably. She had me turn back and forth to check they fit ok and I twirled back and forth back and forth, arms out, giggling with the joy of wearing my first proper girls panties. Once satisfied she closed the drawer and opened the next one. Inside were various socks and tights. I could still barely believe this was happening. I thought maybe I was still asl**p and dreaming some wonderful dream. But if it was, I was determined not to let it end. Mummy again allowed me to pick out which ones I wanted to wear. This time though the choice wasn’t so easy. Oh, I wasn’t even tempted by the ‘hidden in plain sight’ boy option of plain white socks with the blue band at the top. But unlike with the panties, which were all basically the same and was just a case of picking the prettiest pair. Here I had a choice of styles. And the choice that had me so torn at that point was the choice between a pair of ankle socks with a single layer of lace trim at the top and a pair of white thick ribbed tights with 3 or 4 layers of ruffled lace across the bottom. I stood there hovering back and forth between the two for a few minutes before finally taking the frilly ankle socks and pulling them from the drawer. “These ones Mistress Mummy.” I said turning to face her. “They won’t hide may panties then. But I would like to wear the tights tomorrow if that’s ok.” “Ok sweetie,” She sighed. “But good little girls try not to let people see their panties. And you do want to be a good little girl don’t you?” “Yes Mistress Mummy.” I nodded enthusiastically wanting to please her even though what she had said made little sense. The girls at nursery were always flashing their panties. All that bending and swooshing around and doing handstands seemed deliberately designed to show off their panties. After all, why wear such cute panties if no-one ever got to see them? But what Mummy had said to me there and then seemed to stick. I wanted to be a good girl, and if that’s what good girls did I would have to try my hardest to keep my panties hidden. That’s why I was so embarrassed that day on the steps. Oh yes, I knew you had seen my pink satin panties. The look in your face shouted that you did. I was mortified. I had always been so careful, but here you had caught me on one little slip. I was worried that you would then tell all the boys in school that you had seen my panties. All day I feared that I would get accosted by boys trying to flip my skirt up to verify that you were telling the truth. I was pleasantly surprised to make it through the day without a single incident. I was impressed. Maybe you were a gentleman after all. Oh, and secretly, I liked it that you had seen them. Anyway, Mummy helped me on with my socks, making sure the fold with the lace band laid nice and evenly. She then led me over to the wardrobe and opened it. Again it had a few items in it. A couple of school summer dresses, a couple of skirts and tops and a few pairs of shoes at the bottom. Again there was a smattering of boy things thrown in as a test that barely even registered with me. Again with the instruction to pick out my outfit for the day I chose a pink and white checked school summer dress and a pair of black Mary Janes. Mummy helped me into them, tying up the ribbon behind my back for me and buckling up my shoes. Teaching me how to do it myself as she did, as I was to dress myself from now on. Though, she said, she would help me once, and only once, with each new garment I wore. So there I stood, finally dressed like a good little schoolgirl all ready for her first day of school. Well, almost. Having not long woken up my hair was just a tangled mess. So Mummy led me over to the dressing table and told me she was going to fix my hair for me. I looked up at her worried. I feared that she was going to cut my nice long hair I now had. I had been admiring it in the mirror for days thinking how girly it was looking. But in the past ‘fixing’ my hair had meant it being cut. And that was the last thing I wanted. I I could see a pair of scissors sat right in the middle of the dressing table. “Ok then sweetie,” She said at last after looking me over. “How would you like me to do your hair? We can use any of these accessories that you like, or I can cut it nice and short for you.” I thought about it as I looked over everything on the dressing table. Eventually I told her I wanted piggy tails, nice high ones, loose and tied up with ribbons, just like Katie sometimes had hers. Mummy took a brush and brushed out my hair, talking me through what she was doing as she did. Telling me that it was important to brush my hair out straight thoroughly before I styled it to make sure I had all of the knots out. She then took a comb with a long thing handle and divided my hair with a centre parting and combed it out to the sides. She also separated out a little at the front which she left dangling in front of my eyes for now. All the while I watched what she was doing in the mirror as I knew next time I would have to do it myself. She showed me how to gather up my hair into a bunch and to position it where I wanted to tie it off. She picked up a little white hair scrunchy and started to twist it back and forth, looping my hair through each pass. I started to complain, saying I wanted ribbons not hair bands, but she explained that they were only there to make it easier to put the ribbons in at the end. She then did the same with the other side then turned her attention to the fringe. She cropped it off just above my eyes then set about shaping it. Once done she asked me what colour ribbons I wanted in. Of course I chose pink to match my dress and she demonstrated how to tie them into nice big bows. Once she was finished I took a look at myself in the mirror and my heart nearly stopped. There I was, looking like a cute little girl at last. Looking like the cute little girl I knew I always was deep down. Mummy had me turn round and she took a few steps back to get a good look at me. Almost immediately she placed a hand over her mouth and I could see tears welling in her eyes. I began to get worried. Why was Mummy crying? “My god!” She gasped at last. “You look like such a pretty little girl.” Surprised at the sudden compliment I started to beam with pride. Mummy had said I looked pretty. I felt so warm and funny inside. I had never heard Mummy say anything so nice to me. Oh, she had called me a handsome little man, but that was hardly the same, was it? “Ok then young lady,” She said as she walked back over to me. “Lets make a start.” We went downstairs and had breakfast. Then she took me along to what had been the downstairs bedroom. Inside was an amazing classroom. There was a single, c***d sized desk and chair in the middle of the room and the other side of that was an adult sized desk and chair for Mummy with a black board on the wall behind it. One wall was all book shelves with what must have been hundreds of books and on the other was a table laid out with all sorts of art supplies. Mummy ushered me and had me take my seat so we could begin my lessons. That morning my lessons were all about how to act like a good little girl. Sitting and bending properly, walking more like a girl and things of that nature. After lunch it was down to more normal subjects, Maths and spelling and such. When the school day was done Mummy said I could go play in my room for a little bit while she sorted dinner out. I half ran, half skipped out of the class room and up the stairs to my room. I had been waiting the whole day to play with my dollies and doll house. I organised them all into a little f****y and decided who’s room was which. I then stated out acting out little scenes with them. I couldn’t help rearranging things a little to turn one of the rooms into an imitation of the classroom downstairs. Then had Mummy dolly giving Daughter dolly the same lessons I had received earlier. At some point Mummy had come into the room and just stood there watching me. I have no idea how long she stood there for but eventually she called to me saying dinner was ready. We went down and ate. After then we snuggled up on the sofa together and watched TV for a little till I got sl**py. She took my up to bed and helped me into a cute silky baby doll nightie. It was the most amazing thing I had ever worn. I was so smooth and soft and glided across my skin with every gentle breeze as I moved around. She tucked me into bed nice and snug. She read me a bed time story, something about a princess I think. I was just so tired that I could barely keep my eyes open. It had been such a long day, filled with so many new and wonderful things. And somehow I knew it was the beginning of a new life for me. It had been as though I had been reborn that morning, but properly this time, as a girl. Finally she kissed me on my forehead and whispered into my ear words I will never forget. “Nighty Night Alice,” She whispered. “I guess I should start calling you that now. As it is clear, you really are my beautiful little daughter.” End of Part Two