The Million Dollars Show - Part 3

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The headmistress was very nice. Mom and Mary checked me into the school and said they would be back in four days to pick me up as a new girl.  Wait a minute I said, I am here alone, why?  The headmistress said I would be fine, they are very good at their jobs and I will have fun. Mom looked at me like "You better do this and be nice."  I got the message.  "Mom I don't have any clothes here, what will I do?"  The headmistress said they would supply all the clothes I will need, not to worry.

Not sure what that meant.  Just then a nurse all decked out in her white nurse uniform came in the room and another 20-year-old girl, she is beautiful, a great figure and a smile, both walked into the office.  "Sally will be your partner Penelope while you are here at our school. She will be with you 24/7 taking care of you."  Mom and I with Mary all hugged and said their goodbyes. Mom reminded me to listen, be a good girl, and do what the teachers say.

It is very important to learn and be a good girl here at the school. Whatever they say goes, Mom said.  I got the message, a little scared as the nurse and Sally lead me out of the Headmistress's office.  "Penelope, I just love your name, so sweet. What was your name before becoming a girl sweetie?" Sally asked.  I hesitated a bit, thinking; wow I have not used my boy's name in a while. I told her my boy's name, she did not seem to be interesting though.

Let's go to my office and give you a check-up," the nurse said.  "Ok Penelope, get undressed, you can leave your bra and girdle on for now."  Sally helped me unzip the back of my dress. I always seem to have a hard time with those back dress zippers.  "Penelope, just love your training bra and matching girdle. I see your Mom has started training you well.

Those girdles are a basic in our training here at school too. Works very well keeping that little guy under control. But don't worry, when we are done with you, you wouldn't need that tight girdle 24/7, your little guy will be very under control. Just the way we girls like him, out of service."  What did she mean by "out of service," under control?

The nurse took blood from me, check my temperature, check my ears, and eyes, had me pee into a jar, everything.  "Penelope, these two shots will help you relax and adjust for your training. You will come here to my office each morning to get your shots. I can tell your Mother already have you on the school's pills, wonderful.

I can tell from your demeanor and attitude that you will make a lovely teenage girl, with our help here at the school. You are so lucky to have a Mom and Sister to help you along."  Sally and I left the nurse's office heading to our bedroom. There were many girls in the hallways and they were all so beautiful. Wow, were these kids all boys once, I thought.

I whispered into Sally's ears, "Sally are all these girls boys?"  "Not anymore, these girls who just passed us are new graduates and have transitioned to the other side.  Your training too will help you become as lovely as those pretty girls."  "Wow Sally, if I look and move as well as those girls, I will win the million dollars for sure."  "Yes, Penelope, you will win because you will look and act like the girl I think you have always wanted to be."

Did she say, always wanted to be?  Does she think I want to be a girl? I don't want to live as a girl after the contest. I think I better tell them I am done being a girl after the contest.  Back in our bedroom, I tried to tell Sally I didn't want to permanently be a girl. She would not knowledge my thoughts and said I will be the most beautiful girl ever inside and out.  Sally announced we had an appointment at the beauty salon for my new wig and some makeup training.

I looked in the mirror saying, "Sally, my wig is fine, why do I need a new wig?"  "Wait until you see our wigs here at the school. They are the best, you will be able to do everything with them, they are so comfortable and natural. You will just love them, so much so you will feel like it's your own hair."  She was right; I could not believe how beautiful my new wig was.

Everything about my hair felt so natural, I think I was excited to have this new head of hair. In the salon I meet all these wonderful girls, I felt so pampered, learning so much more about all the things that girls need to do to look pretty.  I was a little nervous because all of us girls were walking around in full slips, bras, and our control girdles. Felt a little naked. Sally assured me it was ok, we are all girls here and this is a private school.

It was strange, my little guy did not move with all these cute girls running around half-dressed. Maybe it was the pills and shots I got, but I had no desire to "check the girls out" like I would have 6 weeks ago at home.  One of the girls shaped my eyebrows. What a feminine arch I now had. "Penelope, don't you just love your new look, so cute, we girls love our arched eyebrows.

Makes us look so hot, don't you think!?"  Not sure I wanted to look hot, but then again that is why I was here, to change my look and win the money.  After dinner, Sally and I went back to our bedroom as she taught me more makeup tricks and hairstyles.  This was my first night at the school and I realized Sally was staying in my bedroom with me.

Felt strange sleeping with another girl, or is she a girl, maybe this is all part of the training here at this strange school.  While were getting into our nightgowns she saw me looking at her huge breasts. They were so beautiful and her pretty bra held her breasts so nicely.  "Penelope I see you are staring at my breasts. That is ok, but what are you thinking.

Would you like to have breasts like me?"  "Sally I am so sorry for starring.  It might be all those pills I am on, but yes I would love to have breasts like yours. They are so shapely and your pretty bra really supports them so beautifully."  "Penelope, tomorrow I am happy to say your Mother has ordered for you our breast augmentation.

Our school's revolutionary breasts are so real, so beautiful you will love them. Let me take off my bra and show you my breasts. You will have the same tomorrow."  I am thinking, wait a minute, Sally was a boy, and she has fake breasts. Wow, they look so real, how can that be?"  How can she look so good, so feminine? Will I look this good?

Do I want to look this good?"  "Come here feel my breasts, how naturally soft plus my nipples have full sensitive that you will experience as a natural girl does."  I could not resist, feeling her right breast, felt so natural, so soft. Without thinking I looked at her saying, "Sally they are beautiful. Can I have these breasts?"  Sally put her arms around me and hugged me giggling saying, "Of course you can have pretty breasts.

I am so so happy you want breasts, that is a huge step in your transformation process."  Did she say transformation process? Wow, but for some reason, I was so excited to be getting breasts, I didn't care if it was a process or not.  "Sally, will I have breasts as big as yours, if you don't mind me asking?"  "No Penelope, your mother has asked you to get B-cup breasts since you are still a teenager. You wouldn't have to wear your padded training bra then, you can graduate with a big girl bra.

You will love big girl bras, I did."  "Sally I think my girlfriend's breasts are C-cup, they look just like yours." Not sure why I said that just came out."  Was strange but I was hoping for her C-cup breasts. I was excited to be getting into a real bra tomorrow and not this padded training bra for little tweens.  We jumped into bed but I could not sleep.

Why was I so excited to be getting real girl's breasts tomorrow?  Morning came quick. Sally had me up and dressed quickly asking me if I was still ready to have my new breasts.  As I was slipping on my training bra, I was looking down thinking, no more padding now. I will have real breasts. Sally knew my pleasure as she was hooking her bra saying, "You will just love your new shape, your new breasts. They feel so real you will think they are all yours."

I was excited as I slipped on my high heels and grabbed my purse. I was thinking I am already getting the hang of this even though it takes so much more time to get ready in the mornings and to act out all these girly things girls do.  Sally said no breakfast, right to the nurses off for my operation.  The nurse led me into a backroom telling me to undress but to leave my control girdle on. She jokingly said she didn't want my little guy moving during the operation.  "Here jump up into this chair.

This is a new kind of chair for you but you will get used to it. It's just for us girls, these strips will support your pretty legs," the nurse said.  The head nurse came in with my new breasts in her hand with a huge smile.  "Penelope, I hear you are excited to have your own pair of breasts, how sweet. Your Mom has asked for a B cup size and very full for the ultimate feminine experience.

Our breast design will give you full sensation, which will give you such excitement and pleasure that you have never had before. You will love when your boyfriend fondles your new breasts. You are a lucky girl Penelope."  What did she say, my boyfriend, will turn me on by fondling my new breasts?  I smiled at her and said, "I don't have a boyfriend and why would he fondle my breasts?"  "Oh, Penelope, be real, you know darn well boys go crazy over breasts.

He wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you. And I bet you will tease him into your blouse to un-hook your pretty bra. We have trained girls before and we know you will yearn for his love."  Did she say yearn for his love? What is going on here?  "Now let's get started and make you beautiful. We will give you a little sleeping gas to let you relax. You will be awake and hearing us. We need to strap you down to the chair, we don't want you changing your mind halfway through the operation, do we dear?"  I saw them working on my chest.

I was nervous, I forgot to ask if when I am done with the TV show I can take my new breasts off?  I tried to ask, but Sally put her finger on my mouth and told me to be quiet. She gave me a kiss on the cheek saying, "It's okay sweetie, they are doing a wonderful job, you will love your new curves so much."  Back in the recovery room, Sally was holding my hand with a big smile saying, "Penelope you are the proud owner of B cup breasts and they are more beautiful than mine."  I tried to look, but she would not let me. Told me to rest for an hour or so.

Before I knew it the nurse was getting me up and handing me this gorgeous padded three-section big girl lacy bra. The bra was so big I thought and the flower between the cups was so pretty it got me excited. Just love the little flower between the cups, but I am not sure why.  "Here Penelope, slip on your new bra. This bra is a very supportive bra to help you adjust. You need support; we don't want your new boobs to be bouncing around too much.

Here Penelope, bend forward and let your breasts fall into the cups."  I was staring at the new mountains on my chest. They were heavy. They were amazing, they looked like they were all mine. There was no edge; they just blended right into my chest. How could that be I thought?  Sally said with a huge smile, "Oh Penelope, you look divine. Your new breasts are just what you needed. This completes your package. We are going to have so much fun now, you just wait and see sweetie!"  "Silly girl let's get you dressed and go buy you some real girly bras. Plus with that feminine cleavage, we need to get you some low-cut tops.

Girl, we need to show off your new assets."  Sure enough, my walk was way different. My center of gravity was different as Sally said it would be. Plus I had some major bounce to my chest now. I often wondered what seeing girls' breasts bounce what it felt like. Now I have my own girly bounce and I liked it.  Plus I think this control girdle and high heels make me swing my hips more, so sweet, I thought.  We went right to the school's lingerie store. I could not believe I was buying bras for my B-cup breasts.  The clerks were admiring my new breasts saying they look just like theirs.

I keep forgetting all the girls here are boys and went through the same training as I am doing.  Back in our bedroom, I had to model each bra and of course the match panty girdle. I was having such a good time with Sally, I started thinking I could get used to this lifestyle, love the pampering, love all the feminine ways of being a girl.  I looked in the mirror at my new breasts without a bra on. Starring at them, cupping them with my hands.

As Sally was behind me saying, "Yes, Penelope, they are beautiful, feel the nipples ever so gently, and feel your new sensation dear."  I did feel my new nipples; wow I could feel the sensation. It felt so good, so exciting, I love it. My breasts were so firm but yet so soft. I just love my new look I told Sally.  "Good baby I am glad. This was a big step for you. Now we need to go and get your morning shots and off to your class on posture and walking.

I think you have already noticed walking with your heels and new breasts is quite different now."  "Oh, yes it does feel way different, lots of weight up here on my chest with the bounce too."  "Penelope, you will get used to your new shape or new demeanor. I think you will love your new lifestyle, you are doing so well."

Chapter Seven - Classes begin Sally took me to my first real class in the school. Many other girls were there too. Was strange to see what looked to be girls but I knew they were boys. They all looked gorgeous but they are still learning how to move as young girls.  This first-afternoon class was "walking and sitting with poise." I could not believe how much stuff there was to learn about walking and sitting like a proper young girl. The teachers made me stand straight and my shoulders back which really made my chest stand out.

Was a little embarrassing how big my new bustline was compared to yesterday in my old training bra. I told Sally it would take some getting used to having big boobs on my chest.  Sally smiled saying, "Don't worry Penelope, we will help you learn to love your new figure and be proud of having your new curves."  We, the girls, took a tea break. I think they were teaching us manners while sitting around the big table.  Started talking to the girl next to me, her name was Sissy.

I thought that a strange name, but she, or is it he, loved it. Sissy and I talked for what seemed to be the longest time, she never stopped talking about how wonderful it was now to be a girl now.  "Sissy, how long have you been a girl?" I asked.  "Penelope, I have been here at the school for a long time, I lost count how long. I have been in transition even longer. Don't I look great?"  "Sissy, you do look great. Every part of you says girl, even your sweet voice.

How did the school change your voice, so sweet sounding."  "The school is very inventive. They have a way here to help change our vocal cords so we sound like a sweet young girl. Maybe they will help you by giving you this treatment. You should ask them today."  Sally saw how well I was hitting it off with Sissy. Sally suggested Sissy come to my next class down the hall called figure training.

Sissy got so excited begging her chaperone to let her come with me. The chaperone gladly said yes and off Sissy and I went skipping down the hall in our high heels to our next class.  I said to her why would she want to go to this class since she has already done it, maybe many times?  "Penelope, this figure class is what being a girl is all about.

I just love the teacher and all she teaches about our curves."  I found myself very giddy walking to the class, skipping, and holding a Sissy hand like I knew girls would. We were in the classroom all alone, just the two of us. Sissy whispered in my ear asking me, "How do you like your new breasts. I heard you just got them this morning. I remember when I got my breasts here. I have loved them ever since. My mother has said that if I graduate with honors, I could have bigger C or D-cup breasts. Penelope, I really want bigger breasts, don't you?"  Sissy took me by surprise asking if I want bigger breasts. Luckily just then the teacher came in and I did not answer her. But I was thinking about that... having bigger breasts might be nice.

I see why Sissy likes this figure class. The teacher was talking and showing us all the different lingerie we girls wear to shape our bodies. I was very interested in all she talked about. Must be those pills and shots changing my brain.  The teacher brought out an all-in-one corset. I only dreamed of wearing one of those in the past. She held this lacey lingerie up asking if we girls would we like to try one on.  We both jumped up saying yes. I could not believe how excited I was, jumping up and raising my hand. We went into the back dressing room and the teacher helped us wiggle into this tight corset.

I just loved the way my breast fell into the structured cups. I saw the garter straps and asked if we could put on nylons.  "Wow, you girls are really getting into this, so sweet. This corset is not something teenage girls wear at their age. I just thought it would be fun to show you girls another foundation that in the future might shape your figures."  I kept staring in the mirror thinking how nice this was and why am I so excited about wearing this tight girdle.

Sissy asked the teacher if she could leave on the corset since she has worn them before. The teacher said no, not a girdle young girls should be worn just yet. Your figures are just developing and this corset is too restrictive.  It did feel better to get back into our regular bra and control girdle. Funny how I was thinking that I liked my regular bra and girdle now. Maybe I am getting too comfortable in my new underwear.  We had a full afternoon of why it's so nice to be a girl and how we should pay attention to our figures and be proud of showing off our figures. Not sure what that all meant, but I got the message.

After dinner, Sissy tagged along to my night class on fashion. She kept telling me at dinner how she want to be a fashion designer in NY City someday.  The night class, in fashion, was a real eye-opener. I guess I knew what teenage girls wear but I never thought I would be wearing these skimpy clothes. We meet the teacher, Polly, she was so nice. She was my age too, strange.  Is she a boy too? She is so cute, you would never know she was a boy once.

She took us into the back room where there were tons of teenage girly clothes. Polly explained so much about everything, I could not keep it straight.  Since Sissy was already thought the class several times before, Polly focused on me.  "Penelope I would like to have you try on a wedding dress. Our girls just adore the soft flowing dresses and seems to be their dream to wear such a pretty gown."

"Why do I have to try on a wedding gown? I am not getting married on this TV show."  "Well Penelope, someday you might want to know how beautiful you are in a wedding gown. Some day you might get married."  "What married?  No way, I am just trying to be a teenage girl for a TV show to win money, that is all, no marriage to some boy!"  "Try on the dress, you never know sweetie."  Polly put on a gorgeous corset on me and a huge petticoat and slipped on the huge wedding dress on me.

I was nervous, was I going to fall in love with all this?  Somehow these teachers seem to know what I am feeling every step of the way.  Polly slipped on my high heels while I was staring at the mirrors. I could not believe how effectuated I was by the beautiful dress. Polly was right I was hooked. I kept feeling my figure and all the lace on the dress. I think my smile gave it away, I was loving this wedding dress.  "I think Penelope loves her new wedding dress," Polly said. Sissy agreed and said this would be the dress she would get married in.  Not sure what message Polly was sending me about being dressed in a wedding gown.

I had to admit, I did love the dress.  Polly got me out of this dress and corset and my next outfit was so much different, very age appropriate.  "Polly, how can't I sit down in the mini-skirt, it is so so short, and tight, wow!"  "Try sitting down, that is why we are here to teach you all about your new clothes. Teens love these short skirts. If you want to win this contest you better get used to them.  I looked down and this skirt really did make my legs look long. Polly handed me some pink tights and told me to try them on saying they will cover me up.

We tried on tons of clothes, all obviously new to me. Seems like teen girls wear anything, anything to show off their figure, the tighter the better. I really didn't like showing off my bra shoulder straps, but they tell me teens do that, it's fashionable, so get used to it Polly said. Not sure why, maybe to draw attention to their bodies.  I met Sally back in our bedroom.

She wanted to hear all about my day as we sat on the bed re-doing our nails. I asked her why I needed to do my nail again, so many times.  "Well Penelope, one it's fun to sit here and talk, plus you need practice and trying a new color and it's fun girl.  It's what girls do, a good chance to talk about your day. Girls love to talk especially about fashion and maybe someday, talk about boys and your boyfriend."  "I don't think I will do boy talk, I am having a hard enough time talking, think about girl talk," I said.