Josephine's First Day

My life at school was fairly uneventful. I wasn't brilliant academically. I wasn't a talented sportsman, actor or musician. I wasn't one of the popular children. I wasn't in physical fear from bullying, although there was a lot of teasing, name calling and 'jokes' that were funny for everyone else. It was one particular practical joke that went much further than usual, which happened towards the end of my time there that changed my view on life.

It was a Wednesday. That year I didn't particularly like Wednesdays, because my timetable started with Physical Education. I was, and still am, skinny. Back in my school days I was teased on a regular basis because of my slimness, my lack of body hair and my high pitched voice. Regular taunts were the accusation that I must shave my legs for them to be so smooth and I was therefore a girl; that my voice was too high-pitched for a boy and I was therefore a girl and, rather embarrassingly, that my cock was too small to be a cock and I was therefore a girl. You get the picture. Changing for PE was always an ordeal. I tried to hide in a corner and hope I remained unnoticed.

This summer Wednesday, the last before we left, was an occasion when I didn't go unnoticed. I was half changed when several of the boys grabbed me. Held down in the middle of the floor I was stripped completely. Once before this had happened and I had been thrown into the corridor, right in front of a group of girls and their teacher. This time I felt them redressing me. Finished they allowed me to stand up. Every one laughed. They had dressed me in a pink bra, with lace trim and a matching pair of panties. I looked down. The panties were pulled up tight, my cock invisible between my legs; even to my eyes I looked like a girl in the panties.

The PE teacher, Mr. Graham appeared. "What's going on?" he demanded.

"There's a girl in here Sir!" called out Mark, the ringleader of my attackers, and the others joined in. They were all part of Mr. Graham's favourite group so I knew I would get a telling off. He always took their side. He looked me up and down. "You're in the wrong changing room, young lady, come with me."