Going To College As A Girl - Part 2

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"You could tell how proud your mom is of you," said Kate. "And your friend Darcia seemed proud too."

"We come from a poor family in a poor town. I don't know too many people who have gone to college. I guess I'm representing the town for them."

"That must be hard. I'm lucky. My parents were able to afford all three of us to college. I'm the baby of the family. By the way, I didn't see your dad."

"Well..." said Terry, about to tell a well-rehearsed story, "...there is some history here. My folks were divorced, and I grew up with my father. So I get teased sometimes for acting like a boy. That's just how I was raised. I was a tomboy, and I was never into girly things. But now I'm with my mom, and she makes fun of me, telling me that she has to teach me how to be a girl. I didn't even know how to put on makeup when I moved back in with her. That's kind of screwed up, isn't it?"

"No, not at all," said Kate understandingly. "I tell you what. I'm all girl, through and through. I grew up with two sisters. If you need any help with anything, just ask me. I'll be glad to help you out. My sisters got to train me, but I only had my dollies. So it would be fun to teach you if you need help with anything."

"Oh Kate, that's so kind of you," said Terry, amazed that she bought it. Now he would have a resource to help him, as he struggled to adapt to his new environment. And he had a plausible excuse if he didn't know something that should be obvious for a girl.

He and Kate spent the next hour just talking. It was kind of fun to talk to a girl, without having the normal tension of her being leery of him because he was a boy. Since Kate accepted him as a girl, that barrier didn't exist between them. And in no time, they were becoming fast friends.

Terry had been having doubts about everything, but maybe it would all work...

Terry looked at the card with the final schedule of classes. Being a freshman, there were certain required classes. Feminism 101, "Women in History", "Parenting and Child Development" and one called "Subjugation by Fashion". The description for the last class said it would discuss how women were "kept down" by society over the years, and how the clothes they wore were used for that purpose.

All in all, it didn't look very promising. There wasn't one class he looked forward to. But all the other girls grumbled and complained too, so at least he wasn't alone. And he was with Kate for three of the classes. She had a required Feminist Philosophy class when he was in his Child Development class. But other than that, the same schedule. That meant they could study together, which he thought would be cool.

He walked over to Kempton Hall, to attend his first class, which was the "Subjugation by Fashion." What a way to start his college career! He sat down next to Kate in the middle of the classroom.

The seats filled up until all 35 students were in attendance. Everyone chatted loudly. Terry looked around the room at the girls. Some were beautiful, some were ugly. Some wore long hair, some (like Kate) short. Some were thin, some were heavy. But they all were girls, they all wore skirts, and they all intimidated him. He had to make them all think he was a girl, and he didn't know if he could do it.

However, once classes started, he was too busy with his studies to be able to worry about that. If on a scale of 1 to 10, high school classes took effort level 5 to get an A, in college, it would talk a 9 for him to earn a B! College level classes were that much harder. So he applied himself to his studies.

After a few weeks, Terry felt that he was drowning. Drowning in femininity that is. The intense few weeks that his mother and Darcia spent with him were just dipping his toe in the water. Now, he was up to his head in it. Every moment of every day, he was dressed as a girl. He acted like a girl. He spoke like a girl. All his teachers were women. All the students were female. His roommate was a girl. His classes were about women's issues.

There were constant adjustments that he had to make to his life. Like for example, he was growing his fingernails longer, so they'd look more feminine. But it was different holding a pen when your nails are long! Or typing on the computer in the school library was difficult. His nails kept hitting the wrong keys. That took some getting used to. Not to mention that a couple of times he snagged his nail on something, almost pulling it off the nail bed. Now *that* hurt!

Being a girl meant that he had to shave not only his face, but his chest, his armpits, and his legs. Very soon, it became tedious. When he was a guy, and wore his hair straight and pulled back, it was easy to care for. But now that it was important for him to have volume, and for his hair to look pretty, it took a lot more work. Not to mention always putting on makeup, and taking it off at night. He estimated that he spent at least an hour every day on making himself look pretty.

Terry realized jus deep he was getting in one night when he woke up at 3:32am. He had just been dreaming in his sleep, and in his dream, he was a girl. He had long hair in his dreams now, just as he did in real life. He had often dreamt about putting on makeup or wearing a dress...and had nightmares about being caught.

But this was different. In this dream, he was a girl. A real girl. And it scared him to the bone. It was hard for him to get any more sleep for the rest of the night...

Terry's classes were different than he expected. At first, he found them boring and tedious. But now, he was getting interested in the subjects. For example in the history class, he had read about the founding father John Adams, but he had never realized all that Abigail Adams had done to help and support her husband. Without her help and emotional support, he never would have been the great man he was. Or Susan B. Anthony, and all she did for equality. Women couldn't even vote at one time! He never realized that.

Or in the feminism class, he learned so much. He had never stopped to think how in the older days, women were 'kept down' by society. He took it for granted that a woman could go to school and become something other than a teacher or a nurse. It was the hard work of his foremothers who enabled all the girls at Friedan University to be able to study in their chosen fields and go on to great careers.

He thought the best quote he read in the book was from Cheris Kramerae, who said "Feminism is the radical notion that women are human beings". That summed it up better than the rest of the book combined.

But the most enlightening class was the Subjugation by Fashion class. In that one, the teacher told them about women's clothes from different bygone eras, and how those clothes kept women from being equal with men. If you wore a hoop skirt, for example, it would be next to impossible to ride a bike, do a chore....or pretty much anything!

As part of the class, students were put into groups of two, so Terry naturally paired up with Kate. Then they were taken to a storage room in the basement, where a wardrobe of period clothes was kept. Their assignment: to dress in period clothes for a week, and write a paper about their experiences. The older girls on campus would smile when they saw the freshmen going around in bonnets, hoop skirts, and bloomers. It was an experience that all girls on campus went through their first year.

Kate's randomly drawn selection was to wear Victorian-era clothes. They gave her a huge pile of things to carry back to the dorm. Meanwhile, Terry's random pick was to wear a dress with a corset. He carried it back to the room and helped Kate who had a lot more to carry.

Once the arrived in the room, they had to dress up. First, they did Kate. It turned out that in Victorian times, there were a *lot* of different layers of underthings that were worn. As they put one on after the next, they both shook their heads. How did women put up with having to do all that work back then? It was amazing.

When she was done, Kate looked lovely in her outfit. But she realized that having to wear it every day would soon become a tedious task. It was heavy, it was hot, and she felt funny wearing it.

But not as funny as Terry felt when Kate helped lace up the corset tightly around his body. With each pull of the laces, he felt more and more constricted, until it was like he could barely breathe.

The corset supported your breasts from below, so Terry had to take off the bra. That meant that Kate got a good look at his flat chest....and the fake boobs he wore. He wondered if she had noticed before. She must have. They had been living in the same room for a month. But she hadn't said anything.

He caught her staring at his obviously fake boobs, so he decided that he had to pull out the excuse that Darcia and he had crafted, as their 'just in case' story.

"I had a rare disease," he told her, "kind of like cancer. It runs in the family. They had to take out my boobs when I was in high school, so I wear these because it makes me feel better than going around flat-chested."

"I can tell you how important they are to you. You even sleep in them! I don't know if I could accept not having my breasts. That would be hard to take. Have you ever considered reconstructive surgery?"

"You mean get a boob job?"

"Yes."

"Well, it would be nice, but you know how poor my family is. And insurance won't pay for it of course. So I wear my breast forms."

"Aw," said Kate, who came over to give Terry a hug. He thought she was going to cry. He was so relieved that she bought into the story. Now he wouldn't have to worry anymore that she saw he had fake boobs.

But now Kate tightened laces in the last two holes in the corset, and Terry felt like he was going to puke. He had to take small breaths. There was no room for his chest to expand out. There was no way a woman could run if she wore this (let alone a guy like him!). Or do *anything* athletic. He felt so constricted and restrained.

It was funny: when they put the bra on him for the first time, feeling the straps over his shoulders and the band around his chest and back felt very constricting and intimidating. But compared to this, it was nothing! After just thirty seconds in the corset, Terry was giving thanks that he was not born in an era where women commonly wore them.

Kate helped him get into the rest of his outfit, and the looked in the mirror together, to see themselves all dressed up.

"Oh my god," said Terry, seeing his reflection.

"Look at you!" said Kate. "Look at those curves!"

"I can see why some women might have liked this" he admitted. "But I can barely take a breath! This thing is awful. I don't know if I can wear this all day. No wonder women used to 'swoon'."

"You see a hot guy, you get all excited, and plop! Down you go."

"Maybe that's where they got the phrase 'falling in love'?"

They both laughed.

"You know though," said Kate, "I just realized something. I like how these Victorian clothes look on me and all, but what if I was with a guy? It would take an hour to get out of them, and an hour to put them all back on."

"Husbands must have liked that. A chastity belt in disguise" said Terry.

"I think we found the theme for our papers," said Kate. "They used these clothes not just to keep women down, but to keep them pure and chaste."

"Too bad Paris Hilton wasn't born in the Victorian era" joked Terry.

"Yeah. She wouldn't be an embarrassment to women everywhere if she was born back then!"

They laughed again, then set off for their next class...

Kate and Terry both got A+ on their papers. The teacher complimented them on their insights after they read their papers aloud to the class.

"As you've been learning in your feminism class, a woman's reproductive life is something that men have used against us since time began. There were no chastity belts for men! Men didn't have to stay at home after the family was started. They have used it against us as justification for subjugation. Terri and Kate have pointed out that even the clothes our foremothers wore were just one more way that men tried to keep us 'in our place'. Congratulations to you two."

Every girl in the classroom stood up and clapped. Terry blushed, as did Kate. They would be able to go back to their room now and changed into normal clothes. What a relief that would be!

But something was bothering Terry inside, something that would develop into a whole movement at the school.

"So you see," said Terry to Wanda Lyons, the Dean of Students, "we think it is greatly unfair. I have a signed petition here from three hundred students. You teach us about how unfair it has been through history to force a woman to dress a certain way. Yet, you don't allow us to wear pants. For a school founded on feminist philosophy, I find it contradictory for you to enforce an antiquated dress code. Why can't we wear pants?"

"Because that would ruin the decorum at the school. Pants have never been allowed here. What's next? Shorts? No Terri. I'm afraid that your proposal is just not acceptable, and I cannot take it to the board."

"Please reconsider!" said Terry. "All the students here are behind me. We want the right to wear what we want. This is our school too."

"I'm sorry. It is a tradition, and some traditions just do not change. The time for your appointment is over now. I'm afraid you'll have to go."

Terry was steaming. How could a school teach about feminism, then force the students to wear dresses and skirts? It was absurd.

But it wasn't just Terry's inner feminist getting upset. He longed to be able to wear pants again, like when he had been a guy. He was getting used to being in a skirt, but every day? It was wearing thin on him. He wanted to reconnect with *some* part of his male past. It felt as if his maleness was slipping away every day, further and further out of reach.

Even when he had gone home for one weekend, his mother and Darcia refused to let him be Terry. The said he had to stay as Terri so that he wouldn't slip into his former bad habits. So even at home, he was still a girl.

Terry got more signatures, wrote letters to the school paper, and sent letters to the board. But it was no use. They would not budge. So he decided to organize a protest.

On a Monday morning, when classes should have been starting, a vast majority of the students at the school marched down the middle of campus, waving signs, shouting, chanting, and singing. Many of the teachers joined in. It reminded them of the sixties when they too had marched in protests.

The group marched to the administration building, where they chanted and yelled until Dean Lyons herself and the other top administrators come out. They were surprised at the size of the crowd. And teachers were marching too! They looked at each other and realized they had a problem on their hands.

They also realized that with this much popular support, there was really no choice. They would have to give in. Wanda Lyons took the megaphone from the campus policewoman who was there to make sure the crowd didn't get unruly.

"Students of Friedan University! I have an announcement to make. You win. From this day forward, the dress code is abolished. You may wear whatever you like to class."

The crowd erupted in loud cheers. Everyone wanted to congratulate and hug Terry. He was the most popular girl on campus.

Terry's victory was short-lived, however, when he went shopping with Kate, and bought himself a pair of khaki pants. First of all, the way women's pants were cut, they didn't fit his body the greatest. He would need a girdle to help shape himself. And he would need to wear the padded panties that Darcia bought him, so he looked okay in the pants.

But the worst part was in the front. It hadn't been noticeable with a loose skirt, but in women's pants, there was almost no room in the crotch. That meant that they fit tightly across his front. And *that* meant that you could see 'him'. That little bulge gave away the fact that Terry was a guy.

He turned pale. He couldn't wear the pants, or he would give away his secret. But if he showed up in a skirt in class, everyone would wonder why the crusader for pants wasn't wearing them.

Terry went back to school and got on one of the computers in the library. He had to find a way around the problem. He searched online, and almost by accident, he found his solution. A 'gaff'. It was a fake vagina that a man could wear. He would tuck his manhood into it, then tie it on. Then even to an onlooker, it would seem like he was female (although you could of course tell from close up).

He ordered one, using the debit card that his mother had given him when he had returned home. He chose the rush delivery option, so it would arrive on Saturday. Then he'd be able to wear pants to class on Monday.

When the gaff did arrive, Terry eagerly put it on. It did work, making it look like he had a pussy down there, instead of male parts. But it wasn't exactly comfortable to wear. But he had to do it. There was no way around it.

So on Monday, Terry showed up for class wearing Capri pants, that exposed his lower legs. The girdle and the padded panties made it look like he had curves. The gaff hid his male bulge. And everyone clapped because their hero had arrived, wearing pants.

Terry was surprised to see that all the girls in his class were wearing long skirts. Why hadn't they worn pants too? One of the girls approached him, and the reason was revealed at last.

"We wanted *you* to be the first girl on campus to wear pants because you did all the hard work."

They all applauded.

"Okay girls!" cried out one of them. They undid their long skirts and took them off. Underneath, most of the girls were wearing pants. Some had on jeans. Two had on shorts. Several wore miniskirts. Terry had opened up the campus for the students to wear whatever they wanted. Then they were all thankful.

Walking from class to class, everyone wanted to talk to Terry, to thank 'her' for what 'she' had done. They waited until dinner in the cafeteria at the dorm to give her the biggest thanks of all.

Kate sat down next to Terry, which was pretty much the normal rule. But she held in her hand an envelope.

"The girls all got together and wanted to do something for you, after what you did for all of us. They asked what you wanted, more than anything in the world. I collected the money and got you this gift certificate. Don't worry, I didn't tell them your secret. They just know you're getting a gift."

Terry was worried now. What did she mean? His hand was shaking as he opened the envelope.