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It wasn't my Fault - The chess club - Part 1

Added 2023-03-31 16:36:55 +0000 UTC

By Brett Schuhkraft

I wrote this one because even though I enjoy other Petticoating stories, they are all one-sided, and I thought I'd try and write one that wasn't We all know karma is a bitch, and she doesn't always hit, but when she does, it hits you hard.

Hope you enjoy it.

And I like feedback, good and bad it's all good. I was a regular boy until I turned 12 years old. In fact, it was a week after my birthday. I came home after a week at my grandmother's to find my room changed. Most of my stuff was still there, but my furniture had been painted pink, and I had a new girls' vanity table with a mirror plus, all my boy clothes were gone and replaced with girls' clothes, I turned around to ask mum what was going on, and she was right behind me with a big smile on her face. She said do you like your new room, Alex?

I asked why is it pink and where are my clothes, Mum said these are your clothes now, I asked why, what have I done wrong that I was being punished? Mum said you are not.

I'm protecting you, You were beaten up six times last term as well as being bullied, So to stop you from being beaten up, you're going to be a girl at your new school, As boys don't beat up girls, do they?

I told mum I'll get beaten up more if I wore girls' clothes mum said it would be fine.

There are other petit-coated boys there as well, now we have a week before school starts, so you have time to get used to wearing your new clothes. Mum told me to get out of those clothes and put on what she had set out for me.

I protested, I didn't want to be dressed like a girl.

Mum got a stern look on her face and told me it could be a lot worse and handed me a booklet with the title Petticoating Boys and told me to read it.

She'd be back in 30 minutes, and I could make up my decision then.

If I wanted to wear what she had set out for me, or we could go shopping for some really girly stuff, she left some petticoated catalogs for petticoating boys.

I read the booklet, and it scared me. It had stuff like boys should be in bed by 7 pm, no later than 8 pm no matter how old they are, and they should wear a nappy to bed. Nappies can be used as a punishment by making them wear them all the time, plus boys should wear at least 2-3 petty coats. Then I looked at the clothes catalogs they had very girly clothes that looked like they should be worn by little girls, but then I saw the age and size that could wear them they were terrible after looking at a couple of pages I looked at the other book, and it was just as bad.

I started getting out of my clothes and put them in the hamper, then I walked over to the bed and picked up the girl's underwear, and put them on. They were snug and made me feel funny, I put the skirt on that's when mum came back into my room and smiled as she said I hoped you'd see it that way, I don't want to be as strict as that booklet tells me to be, so you can still have your boy games and do boyish stuff, but you will dress and act like a girl.

I said yes, mum, so for the next week, mum gave me a crash course in being a girl, I had makeup lessons, and I had hair lessons. Luckily I have long hair, Mum made me put this stuff all over my body, and it started to get hot. Then mum told me to have a shower and wash it off, It was then that I realized what little body hair I did have was gone. I felt so sad. I had felt so proud when my first crutch hair.

I had lessons on how to walk in heels. They were only 1-inch girls' shoes, and I had lessons on what goes with what color, It was Monday before I knew it, and I was in my new school uniform. A girl's uniform.

I had a white blouse with the school crest on the pocket, a black pleated skirt with knee-high white socks and black Mary Jane shoes and of course, a black blazer with the school crest and I had a black barrette with a school badge on it plus I had light makeup on which I was doing myself, mum, only had to help now and then I hated having to wear it, but mum said it made my face even prettier mum drove me to school, and I was trying to act normal, but I was scared.

I thought any minute now, someone would point at me and call me a freak.

Mum took me into the office, and I met the principal, miss Bright who seemed nice, Mum said goodbye and said she'd pick me up outside the front gate.

Miss Bright saw I was ill at ease and said don't worry, Alex, there are other petticoated boys at the school, and if anyone teases me, I'm to report it to a teacher or her as she doesn't tolerate teasing or bullying at her school she then gave me a class schedule and told me to wait for my school buddy for the next month.

I asked buddy? Yes, the student that is going to show you around they will make sure you know where everything is, like the toilets. Then she said before I forget, As you are a petticoated boy, you have to use the girl's bathrooms and remember to sit down to pee. If you break this rule, I'll have to make you wear nappies to school, and we don't want that, do we? I was mortified at the idea of having to wear nappies to school.

I said no, miss, She said, good girl, now here's your buddy Jennifer.

This is Alex. You're going to be her buddy this month.

Jennifer looked happy and grabbed my hand, and asked what locker did they give me. As she pulled me out of the office and down the hallway. I told her it was 1012.

She said great. I'm 1010, so we're almost neighbors. Let's dump your stuff in your locker. We turned a corner, and Jennifer said here we are, I put my stuff in my locker. Jennifer asked to see my schedule. I handed it to her, and she read it. Her face lit up with a smile.

We have the same classes, so grab your English books.

That way, we don't have to come back before the bell. Then she got her books. Then we headed off in the direction of our first class. I hoped as Jennifer was an energizer bunny, she was so full on you couldn't help but like her, Jennifer took me to every class and introduced me to her friends end teachers.

It wasn't until the end of the last break that she dropped the bomb. We were by ourselves when she said you are very pretty for a boy. I looked at her, then around the room, and asked how did she know. Jennifer answered I've known since I met you this morning.

You're very passable, and my older brother was also petticoated until he ran away when he turned 15. I haven't seen him since he'd be 18 next month. I hope he'll contact me, but he may wait until he turns 21. I really miss him.

He was a great brother. He always looked after me even after mum started dressing him as a girl. He just got shy and quiet. After mum started dressing him in dresses. I knew he wasn't happy. I asked mum one day.

Why did she make John wear girls' clothes mum said it was to stop him from hanging out with bad boys, which I find funny now as the boys she was worried about.

One is studying to be a lawyer, and the other two have just gotten their commissions in the army, and I will happily point that out to her all next month.

I know mum misses my brother, but she won't admit she was wrong, so why are you in a dress?

So I told Jennifer why I was made to be a girl she just laughed adults their nuts, I said I know she thinks she's keeping me safe, but if one of the assholes from my old school sees me, they will kick the shit out of me, Jennifer said we play them in football, hockey, and netball, and you don't want to play any of those sports. Do you I said no, swimming is the only sport I like and we don't have a swimming team here, do we? Jennifer said no, we don't, I then asked Jennifer if she knew who the other petticoated boys were that Miss. Bright said went to the school

Jennifer said she knew of four petticoated boys at the school, and they are the shyest and most non-outgoing girls you would ever find. They rarely interact with anyone. I've tried to talk with them, but they won't come out of their shell even tho it's an open secret about them to that statement. I went pale and looked around.

Jennifer stayed my fear no one knows about you, You are very passable as a girl. I didn't know whether to be offended or not by what Jennifer said I asked how long have they been there.

Jennifer said one about a year or so, two have been here two years, I think, and the oldest one has been here as long as me.

He's graduating this year.

I'm about the only person he talks to here.

He's a very good student.

I know he's looking forward to graduating as his birthday is the week after his mum wants him to go to college in the next shire.

So he can stay at home with her.

Jennifer looks around to make sure nobody is around and says keep it to yourself, but I think he's going to leave after graduation.

He hasn't said anything, but I get the feeling he won't be around afterward, I look around and tell Jennifer I won't say anything as I know how he feels.

This is my second week, and I'm so scared someone will find out I'm a boy.

It's humiliating. I'm so ashamed!

I know I'm safe here at school and home, but mum likes to take me out shopping, and I'm so scared that someone will call me a freak and other nasty names. Jennifer said you've got nothing to be ashamed of.

Your mother is making you do this, the bell sounded to tell us to head to class, and Jennifer and I head to our lockers to get our books for the rest of the day. I asked Jennifer if she could introduce me to the other boys.

She said ok, tomorrow, alright, Alex at the end of school, we got our books from our lockers and headed for the front gate.

Jennifer asked how was I getting home.

I said my mum was picking me up.

Ok, cool, I'll catch the bus, Mum was waiting at the front gate for me.

I introduced her to Jennifer and told her she was my school buddy for the next month, to show me around and stuff like that. Mum said that's very nice of you, darling Jennifer said she enjoyed it as it's a great way to make new friends, and it sucks being the new kid and not knowing anyone, but I'll have to get to the bus stop, so I'll see you here tomorrow Alex sees you then Jennifer I said and waved then me and mum walked to the car, once we were on the road home, mum asked how my day was.

I said it was good some of the lessons I'd done last term at my old school and others I'm a bit behind, but Jennifer said she'd help me, and the teachers said they'd give me some breathing room for a bit until I'm up to speed with the rest of the class.

Mum said that's good of them, and it's nice of Jennifer to help you, I said she was a good friend. She doesn't judge. She just excepts you for who you are, Mum said that's a good friend to have.