Ms. Gilbert's Academy

October 5:
Marie Anderson tore open the manila envelope and hungrily
read the cover letter. The letterhead read:

Ms. Gilbert's Academy
A Co-ed Facility for the Feminine Arts

She smiled at the thought of what that meant as she turned to the body of the letter.

Dear Mrs. Anderson:

Enclosed is a report on Nicole's progress here at the Academy. It includes two photographs, one of her initial make-up session, and a second of her first semi-feminization. Also in this package is Nicole's first letter home, describing her time here and her reactions. You will receive a package like this every month, as we discussed when you enrolled your boy-girl.

Sincerely,

Elizabeth Gilbert
Headmistress

Marie opened the progress report. It indicated that Nicole was adapting well to the school's all-female environment. "All-female," Marie thought. "That's an understatement. 'Hyper-feminine' would be a better term." She had top marks in her all academic subjects but, more important as far as Marie was concerned, she was getting high grades in all parts of the "sissy adjustment" program as well.

Now she turned to the third part of the package. In a separate envelope were Nicole's letter and the photos.

Dearest Mother:

I still don't understand why you want me to attend this weird school. Have you any idea what they teach here? Or the methods they use?

The evening you left me, Ms. Gilbert and another woman came to my dorm room. Ms. Gilbert introduced her as Dr. Madchenmacher. They escorted me to a strange room, filled with screens, lights and speakers. The doctor strapped me down to a padded couch, pulled out a strange jewel on a chain, and began to speak to me softly in her German-accented voice. "Watch the pendant, Nicholas," she said. "See how it glows softly in the light. Let the light fill your eyes, fill your mind. Drift slowly with the pendant...." She continued that way for several minutes and eventually, I fell asleep.

When I awoke, I knew something was different. I was no longer strapped to the couch, but was standing before a covered mirror. Ms. Gilbert and the doctor stood on either side, holding the cover to the mirror. "Lovely to look at," the doctor said, and they pulled the cover off.

I beheld my image--still in my suit, but my face was much changed: My eyes were made up to appear bigger, my lashes dark and long. My cheeks had been colored to appear flushed, my lips were moist and pink. I realized that, in face anyway, I no longer looked like a ten-year-old boy, but like a ten-year-old girl made up for a pageant.

Strangely, this didn't bother me. Indeed, I adored my new appearance. "Yes, Nicole," Ms. Gilbert said, "this is the new you. You will look this way from now on...and there will be other changes as well!"

Marie scanned through the next several pages, which were merely descriptions of normal academic classes and meals. She wasn't interested in that--she wanted to know more about her son's transformation.

The last page continued the story:

Just this morning, Dr. Madchenmacher walked into my room without knocking (the staff here never knocks) and interrupted my studying. She pulled out the pendant and said, "Delightful to see." I don't remember anything else from that point until I awoke in what appeared to be a costume room. I was surrounded by a vast range of girl's clothing. "Pick out what you'd like to wear for your new portrait, Nicole," she said.

I shouldn't have wanted to wear any of this stuff, Mother. But I was drawn to a pink tank top and a pair of denim cutoffs. I realized they would make my long, bare legs look sexy and attractive, especially when I added the black sandals with the six-inch blocky heels. I longed to wear these things and soon I did.

This was followed by a series of photo sessions, always with me posed provocatively...more provocatively than any girl my age should be seen. But I reveled in it. I loved it!

Mother--they are making me into a girl, I think.

Your loving son (I think),

Marie folded the letter and put it back in the package. She eagerly awaited next month's report.

More to come