Chapter 1
David McCall sighed as he looked round the airport terminal. He had never been on a plane before, and his first flight was taking him away from everything he knew.
His father was an engineer with Hewlett Packard, and had just received a promotion and was being transferred to a new plant in California. That meant that the whole family was moving to America, so he had to leave his school and lose all the friends he had made.
He wondered if he would be able to play football in America - he had heard that no-one played football there. The game they called football seemed to be a variation of rugby. He had discovered this when he attended a game at Murrayfield (the stadium used by the Scottish Rugby Union for international matches) involving the Scottish Claymores after his father told him about the move.

He hadn't understood a thing about the game, which seemed to involve two teams running about for short periods and throwing a rugby-type ball at each other, and then lining up in strange formations before starting the whole process over. The scoring also seemed strange, with a "Touchdown" being called without anyone actually placing the ball on the ground, as with a try in rugby.
The first time he had played rugby was his last. When he had begun High School at 11, he had discovered that the PE year was divided into two halves, rugby or football during the autumn and winter and swimming during the spring terms.
The PE coach, a massive man who intimidated the hell out of David, had instructed that all the boys should try both sports at the start of the year to see which they preferred.
The first week, David had been placed on the rugby practice. Being the smallest, he had been the last to be chosen when the teams were being selected. He was a fast runner, though, so he thought that he might be able to run fast enough to avoid the tackles from the larger boys. This had proved to be a vain hope; a crunching tackle from Hugh Simpson, who at 12 was already 6'0", had sent him crashing to the ground so hard that he had a concussion, and a cracked rib. He had needed treatment from the nurse before he could return to school.
His mother had had a fit when she found out that he had been injured playing rugby. She had had a long and angry conversation with the coach, after which it had been decided that he should never play rugby again.
When he had tried football after his ribs had healed, his speed had allowed him to become one of the better players. He was eagerly sought after to play in his preferred position on the right wing.
This set the pattern for all future winter PE classes. His skill had also enabled him to get on the school football team. He had helped the team win several trophies over the past few years, including both the Edinburgh School Cup and the Scottish Schools League last year.
David was shy about showing his body in the showers, because he had not started puberty yet, and he still looked like a little boy. All the other boys were shaving regularly, and their bodies showed the effects of testosterone with well- developed muscles and deepening voices. His voice was still high and unbroken.
Over the last year, it had become fashionable for boys to have long hair. David's therefore reached his shoulders, which caused him to have quite a few arguments with his father.
His small stature - he was still only 5'2" at 15 - had caused him to be teased endlessly by his schoolmates and the rest of the team. He had been given the nickname "Davina", because everyone thought he looked like a girl.
Academically, he felt that he was doing rather well, having come close to the top of the class in the prelim exams he had completed in January. He had just completed his Standard Grade exams, and was waiting for the results to arrive.
Now it seemed that all that was over, with his parents arranging for the results to be sent to their new address in California.
With the help of executives at HP, his father had found a place for him at an American High School as a freshman. His father had been advised that to ensure he could adjust to the new system, he should start at the beginning of High School, although he would be a year older than the other students.
He did not know what his new school would be like, but at least he had the summer to prepare.
****
David sighed and looked around the airport again, trying not to look too bored as he waited for their flight to be called. His parents were sitting beside him, chatting quietly about their hopes for the future, with a new start in America. He wondered if he would ever be able to find out how his favourite football team, Hibs, did next season now that they had returned to the Premier League.
****
The party thrown by the rest of the team had been a blast - they had virtually taken over the local MacDonalds, with the coach providing a Big Mac meal and abundant coke for all the team and their guests. The rest of the team had been there with their girlfriends, which made David feel awkward, since he did not have a girlfriend -he was smaller than most of the girls at school and felt that they ignored him for the larger boys. He had had to ask his sister, who was one year younger than him.
His best memory of the party had also been his most embarrassing, when the team had presented him with a golden football on a chain. They had made a large production at the end of the party of awarding him the golden football.
Engraved on the ball were the words "1998/9 Edinburgh Cup Winner" and "1998/9 Scottish Schools League Champion". To his embarrassment, they had also engraved his nickname on the bottom of the ball as a joke.
This meant that he now possessed a necklace which said "Davina McCall" that he could never wear. Although he was proud of his accomplishments, he was embarrassed about his nickname. He therefore kept it in its presentation box, which was now securely stored in his luggage.
****
"Flight BA107 for Amsterdam now boarding at gate 5" announced a female voice over the tannoy.
This was the first leg of their journey; his parents roused themselves and told David that they could now board the plane. There was to be a 2-hour layover in Amsterdam, which his father told him was not long enough to site-see round the famous Dutch city. That meant another boring wait in a similar environment to this one. He would have to check the book shops to see if he could find anything to alleviate the boredom.
When all the passengers were aboard the plane, the stewardesses began a safety lecture. David watched fascinated because he had never seen anything like this before. His parents ignored the stewardesses and continued to talk quietly.
At the appropriate time, the pilot welcomed them aboard and informed them that they had been cleared to taxi into position for takeoff. The plane then began slowly taxiing round the landing field to the ready position.
Suddenly, the engines began to scream, and the plane raced down the runway. As David watched the ground speed past, he knew his old life was over, and wondered what was going to happen in the future.


Chapter 2
David looked out the window as the plane approached Los Angeles. The city sprawled for miles and seemed to cover the ground in a sea of grey, though the obscuring haze of smog prevented him from seeing much of anything.
He hoped his sister was enjoying herself at Guide camp. *Somewhere down in the Borders*, he thought. *Yea, that village that's blink-and-you'll-miss-it. What's it called again ? Abbey something ... Abbey St Bathans - that's it!* She was due to join them in two weeks when camp finished. *How come she gets to fly by herself ?* he complained to himself. *I'd probably have been pulled out of camp, or not allowed to go in the first place*
He certainly wasn't enjoying himself. The flight had been mostly boring after the initial terror of takeoff. He had found the meal to be of very poor quality, and the in-flight movie had *sucked*.
As the plane descended towards the terminal, David felt his ears hurting, so he held his nose and blew, as the flight crew had advised. This seemed to relieve the pressure he was feeling, but he was sure that he would be unable to hear anything for days. *Just like a rock concert* he thought.
Once they had cleared customs and collected their luggage, they were met by an executive from HP, who offered to drive them to their new house. Since they were all tired from the flight, this offer was greeted with relief by everyone.
"Your car has been delivered to your new house," the executive remarked to his father.
"Thank you. I am looking forward to starting work next week" his father replied.
That was the last that David heard, as he fell asleep in the back of the car.
****
14-year old Samantha Davis was practising with her soccer ball when the limo pulled into the drive next to her house. She watched as two men and a woman got out the car. The woman then leaned back into the car and seemed to shake something. Then a boy (?)/girl (?) tumbled out of the car.
They all moved towards the house when the boy noticed Samantha.
"Hi. My name's David. What's yours ?" he asked.
*Well, he's a boy* thought Samantha disappointedly. *And he looks to be about 13. Rats, just what I need, a grade school kid next door.*
"Samantha. Where are you from ? I've never heard an accent like yours" she replied.
"Scotland. Fancy a kick-about with that ball of yours ?" he offered.
"OK, the garage is the goal. Here, you start" she said graciously as she threw the ball to him.
He caught the ball on his chest and immediately started dribbling towards the garage door, showing unexpected skill as he passed her seemingly without noticing her. He shot and the ball rebounded from the garage door as he announced "one-nil" and assumed a waiting posture as Samantha retrieved the ball and started dribbling towards the goal. She was easily intercepted and lost the ball to this *young* boy. It made her mad.
"How old are you, and where did you learn to play soccer like that ?" she demanded.
"15, and I learned playing for my school team back in Edinburgh" he replied. "We won the Edinburgh Cup and the Scottish School League last year. How old are you ?"
*God, I wish he were a girl* thought Samantha. *We could use someone with that amount of skill on our team.*
"I'm 14" she replied. "I'm starting High School next year. What year are you in ?"
"Well, I was the youngest in my class back in Edinburgh - I'm 15, but my birthday is in two weeks - and have just finished my Standard Grade exams. My dad's bosses recommended that I start as a Freshman in High School."
"Cool! We'll probably be in the same homeroom then. Maybe even share some classes."
"Come on. Let's play!"
They played for an hour before Samantha's mother called her in for dinner. The score stood at 14-10 for David.
"See you later, David" Samantha called as she retrieved her ball and ran into her house.
****
David turned towards his new house and walked through the door, and his mother said
"Well, I'm glad that you are making friends, David, but I've left your cases unpacked in your room. You can unpack them before tea."
"OK" David replied grudgingly as he was pointed towards a small room at the end of the hall. He entered the room, and looked at the furniture that was there. It appeared a little feminine, but he wasn't worried about that. They had only just arrived, and redecoration could wait for another time.
There was a large wardrobe which looked as if it would hold all his clothes. Beside the wardrobe was a chest-of-drawers where he could put all his tee shirts and underwear. There was even a vanity table under the window. *That's gotta go* thought David.
His luggage was piled on top of his bed. It was resting on a lemon-coloured cover. David looked at the colour of the cover then at the walls, which were painted with a matt-cream finish and sighed.
He unpacked his clothes and hung his shirts and trousers on the hangers he found in the wardrobe. Retrieving his tee shirts and underwear from his case, he stuffed the pants and socks in the top drawer of the chest-of drawers and folded his tee shirts in the next drawer down. Below that, he folded his jumpers into the drawer.
As he was finishing putting away his clothes, he heard the doorbell ring.
His mother called out "David, tea time."
He walked back towards the front of the house where he found his parents with an open pizza box in front of them. There were also a selection of soft drinks, including Coke, lemonade and 7-Up.
"We're all tired, and there was no food in the kitchen, so I called out for pizza tonight" his mother told him. "Don't expect this kind of luxury every night" she joked.
When they were eating, David asked his father if they could change some of the furniture around.
"Maybe tomorrow, but we don't have any furniture of our own yet" his father replied. "We sold all the furniture from our old house back in Edinburgh, so we'll have to visit a furniture store here for you. I don't even know where all the stores are around here."
After they had finished, the doorbell rang again. David looked at his parents with a surprised question in his eyes. His mother indicated with a toss of her head that he should answer the door.
When he opened the door, he found Samantha waiting outside. He invited her in and they went to his room. As they were walking past his bed, he saw the presentation box in his case and placed it on the vanity as he removed the cases from the bed.
Samantha noticed the presentation case and grabbed it before a blushing David could stop her.
"What's this ?" Samantha asked as she opened the case. She gasped when she saw the golden football. She lifted it out and read the inscription.
"You weren't joking, were you ? Your team really *did* win those championships ... hold on! Who's Davina ?"
David muttered "Me"
"What ?" Samantha asked.
"Me" said David in a firmer voice as his face turned puce. "The lads in the team all thought I looked like a girl, so they named me 'Davina' after that TV presenter. We even have the same surname."
Samantha collapsed in laughter, and David started stuttering "It's not funny!" as Samantha continued to howl with laughter.
Suddenly Samantha stopped laughing and really looked at David. He got *really* nervous when he saw her eyes flash as she had an idea.
"It would work, you know" she stated.
"What would ?" he asked.
"You" she replied, "We really *need* someone as good as you in our team."
David didn't need to think about that. He had been wondering if he could find a game of football over here. Now he was really happy. "Great!" he shouted. "I usually play on the right wing."
"Come on" Samantha commanded as she grabbed his hand and led him out of the room. "We're going next door" she called to his parents as they passed the living room.
Hearing the expected response of "Don't be too late", David followed Samantha into her house.
Her room was even frillier than his. There were lace curtains in the window, and the walls were painted *pink*. He hoped he wouldn't be sick as the cloying sweetness of the room enveloped him.
Samantha turned to David and said "Strip!"
"What!!" David shouted.
"If you want to play in our team, you'll have to do as you're told. Now strip!"
David felt really embarrassed to be stripping in front of a girl. He stripped down to his underpants, slowly turning red all over.
Samantha looked at him and said "Those too!" before she turned to her dresser and started rummaging through the drawers. She pulled out a bra and panties and threw them behind her. She looked in the back of the drawer and said "Good. I thought I still had these" as she threw two pink shapes at David. While they were still in the air, she opened her sock drawer and pulled out a pair of girls' ankle socks.
Next, she went to her closet and removed a soccer strip, which consisted of a green cotton top and a white pleated mini- skirt. These she placed on her bed and at last turned back toward David and threw the socks at him.
While all this had been happening, David had been standing in confusion, blushing all over. When Samantha turned toward him, she noticed the fine hair on his legs and muttered "Need to shave those legs soon", too low for David to hear.
She picked up the panties and held them out to David, clearly expecting him to put them on. The confusion cleared from David's mind and he started shaking his head in refusal.
"You can't expect me to wear those, do you ?" he questioned his female companion.
"Sure," she replied, "if you're going to play on our team, you'll have to wear the strip. That involves the underwear too. Come on, get dressed."
David looked at the skirt, and began to realise what he had committed himself to when he agreed to try out for Samantha's team. He turned to Samantha and asked
"You play for a girl's team, don't you ?"
"Well, duh!" she replied. "You don't think that there would be any boy's soccer teams in a small town like Gilroy, do you ? The boys round here are only interested in playing football and baseball. Now come on, put these panties on, and I'll help you with the bra."
David sighed deeply, feeling vastly put-upon, and put the requested item on. He noticed how much softer they were than his own Y-fronts, and the friction caused by the tight material caused his penis to grow erect. This further embarrassment made David wish that the ground would open up and swallow him.
Samantha stepped behind David and looped the bra round his chest. "Put your arms through the straps" she commanded as she caught the trailing edge of the bra.
David complied with a deep sigh, and Samantha pulled the ends together and hooked it up at the back. When David turned round, Samantha took one look at the tent on the front of the panties and dissolved in giggles.
"We'll have to do something about that!" she laughed as she pointed at the area in question. She grabbed some Kleenex from the top of her dresser and grabbed David's penis. When she started rubbing it, David nearly died of embarrassment - he had just started masturbating himself and it felt funny to be handled by a girl in this manner. However, he couldn't deny the pleasure she caused him and soon spurted loads of white stuff into the Kleenex she held in front of his penis.
When he was soft again, she tucked his penis between his legs, and turned to the bed. She picked up the two rubber shapes and placed them in the cups of the bra.
Next, she gave him the shirt and told him to put it on. As he did so, picked up the skirt and held it in front of him to step into. When he did, she quickly pulled the skirt up over his hips and closed the button and zip at the back.
*At least the colours are right* David thought, finding some comfort in the thought. *Same as Hibs.*
After she had him dressed, she pointed at the socks and told him to put them on. When he had pulled them on, she dropped to her knees in front of him and folded the tops of the socks down, revealing the lacy pattern at the end.
As he put his training shoes on, she looked at his hair and wondered what to do with it. *Just tie it in a ponytail for now* she thought. Suiting actions to words, she grabbed her hairbrush and began to brush his hair out.
David looked up with a wounded expression when she pulled a knot out of his hair and asked her what she was doing. She explained that his hair was a mess, and she was just tidying it up. David resumed tying his shoes as Samantha continued brushing his hair. When she had it all neat, she grabbed a pink scrunchy from her vanity and tied his hair into a pony- tail.
She told him to stand up and opened the door on her closet to reveal a full-length mirror. When David saw himself for the first time, he nearly had a heart attack. Reflected in the mirror was his sister!
Samantha giggled, and grabbed his hand. She pulled him towards the door and said "Come on, let's show your parents!"
At that moment, David felt that the whole world was against him. He stood rigidly as he realised what Samantha was doing, but did not have the strength to stop himself being pulled out of her room.
As they walked down the stairs, Samantha had another idea. She pulled David into the front room and introduced him to her mother.
"Mom, this is Davina ... I don't know your surname, Davina. What is it ?"
David was terrified Samantha's mother would know he was a boy and expose him. He thought he had better pretend to be a girl, at least that way the embarassment would be less.
"McCall" he replied in as light a voice as he could.
Samantha continued "McCall. She's just moved in next door, and she's starting High School as well next year."
"That's nice, dear" remarked Mrs Davis, as she thought to herself *I'm sure that Sam was playing with a boy before dinner. Ah, well, my eyes must be getting old.*
Samantha continued pulling David out the house. He was sure now that he was going to die.


Chapter 3
David felt he was dying when Samantha pushed him through the door into his house. While he was still standing there, his mother called out
"Honey, your father has been called in early. There was some type of emerg ..."
She trailed off when she noticed David standing in the door- way.
"Gail!! What are you doing here, and how did you get here ?" she asked. Then she took a good look at the figure standing hunched in the door, and burst into laughter. Looking behind David, she saw Samantha, and pointed her finger at David as she continued to laugh.
David felt really terrible, as his mother continued to laugh. First she had mistaken him for his sister, who was not due to arrive for a couple of weeks yet. Then she had started laughing, and his self-esteem was at an all-time low.
When his mother stopped laughing, she told them both to come over.
"What are you dressed like that for, David ?" she demanded.
*Who's Gail ?* Samantha wondered. She piped up "I saw the necklace in Davina's room, and asked if she would like to try out for our team. I thought I'd show her the strip. I think it suits her, and she likes the colours, anyway."
"The same as Hibs," David muttered.
David's mother listened to what Samantha told her, and remembered all the boys at home teasing David by calling him Davina. She also noted that the girl continued to call him Davina and refer to him in the feminine. Then she asked "What necklace ? And when are the try-outs ?"
Samantha pulled David into his room, calling out "On Saturday," as thay left the front room.
*Saturday ?* wondered David. *Why do I have to wear this skirt now ? It's only Monday.*
Samantha took the necklace out of its presentation case and fastened the chain round David's neck. She then dragged him back to the front room to show his mother.
His mother looked at the inscription on the necklace and saw where the neighbour girl had taken the idea from. Apparently the team must have presented this to him at the party last night, and he must have been too ashamed to show it to her.
She looked up at the girl and remembered her manners. "Hello, my name is Andrea McCall. What's your name ?"
Samantha returned her look and said "Hi, Mrs. McCall. I'm Samantha Davis, I'm 14, and I'll be starting High School at the same time as Davina. Maybe we'll be in the same homeroom. Who's Gail?"
"She's my other daughter" Andrea replied, deciding that David could do with a little humiliation. He seemed to be getting too big for his boots lately.
*Other daughter ?* wondered David. *What's got into her head this time ?*
His mother continued "She's the same age as you, so perhaps you three girls can help each other with your homework."
*Oh no!* David realised with dismay that his sister would now be in the same year as him. With the way things were going, he wouldn't put it past her to really humiliate him when school started in August.
His mother was still talking. "She's at Guide camp just now, but she'll be joining us in a fortnight when the camp ends. Mr. McCall will be making flight arrangements, probably to San Francisco. I wouldn't wish that 5 hour drive on anyone. Of course, Davina here slept through the whole thing, so she doesn't know.
"Maybe you three can play football together. She liked playing with her brother - when he let her. Perhaps her sister will be nicer to her."
David realised that he was trapped. He knew that he had not been as nice to his sister as he could have been. It was just that she could be such a pest when he was trying to train for an important football match.
Mrs. McCall finished by telling the children to "run along and play", and shooing them in the direction of David's room. As they left the room, they heard David's mother looking through the papers that had been deemed too important to be left to the mercies of the moving company, which was shipping such items as David's computer and Gail's luggage.
While they were walking down the hall, they could hear the sound of David's mother talking on the phone, but were unable to distinguish any words. When they reached David's room, he immediately threw himself on the bed.
"Not like that!" exclaimed Samantha. "You'll crush the skirt!" She grabbed David's hand and dragged him to his feet again.
"Sit gracefully, and always sweep your skirt under you to prevent creases."
She demonstrated by walking over to the foot of the bed and sitting down. "Now you," she commanded.
David tried, but made an unholy mess of the whole procedure. Samantha made a noise of disgust and, over the next hour, proceeded to give David an intense lesson in feminine deportment. He was made to stand up, sit down and walk accross the room with his head high and his hands by his side.
Mrs. McCall stuck her head round the door and asked to speak to Samantha. She got up and headed out to the hall, telling David to "continue practising your walk".
When they returned to the front room, Samantha sat on the indicated chair and looked at Mrs. McCall expectantly. *I hope I'm not in trouble for doing this to David* she thought.
Mrs. McCall set her at ease by asking if she could borrow the bra and panties, along with the breast forms. "I'll wash your strip and return it to you," she said. "But I'm taking Davina shopping tomorrow, and I'd like her to be as feminine as possible."
*Whew! That was a close call* thought Samantha. *This is going better than expected. Maybe I've found a star player for the team.* "Of course, Mrs. McCall. I'll be glad to lend them to you for as long as you need them."
"I'll give you the underwear back when Davina has cleaned them after wearing them tomorrow. In fact, I intend to begin her lessons in washing lingerie tonight, so that she can wear clean underwear tomorrow. Thank you so much for thinking of this. Maybe Davina will be better behaved than David ever was.
"Now, it's getting late and we are all tired from the flight and that drive. Perhaps you can see Davina again tomorrow ?"
Samantha clearly recognised the dismissal, and shouted "See you tomorrow, Davina!" towards the back bedroom. She left the house and returned to her own house to call Becky Redmond, her best friend, to talk about the day's events. She wondered if Becky could help her as she worked to make Davina a star player on the team.
David had heard Samantha saying she would see Davina tomorrow, and was getting really nervous. He wondered if he would ever get out of these clothes and back into trousers.
Just then, his mother popped her head round the door and said "Come on, Davina, time to get ready for bed. Put Samantha's strip in the washing, but hold onto the bra and panties. I'll show you how to wash them, and they'll be dry for tomorrow."
David went to the bathroom to wash himself and brush his teeth before going to bed. As David took his clothes off, he heard his mother rummaging around in her room. When he was naked, he heard a knock at the door. He opened the door while hiding behind it. His mother passed him a bundle of white, lacy fabric and said "Put that on, and give me a call when you are ready."
After washing himself, David shook out the bundle of fabric to dicover that it was one of his mother's nightgowns. It was a full-length gown made of white satin with lace panels down the sides of the skirt. A pair of white panties fell to the floor.
He sighed deeply and thought *will this never end ?* Since he didn't have any alternative, he pulled the panties up over his hips. They were his mothers, and he noticed that they were looser around the hips and buttocks than Samantha's. He bunched the nightgown up and lowered it over his head. As he and his mother were nearly the same height, the hem of the gown was just touching the ground. He opened the bathroom door and called out "Mum! I'm ready."
His mother came into the bathroom and looked at him. "That's very sweet, Davina," she said. She then looked at the pile of clothing on the floor and sighed. "What did I tell you to do with Samantha's strip, Davina ?" she asked.
"Put it in the washing" David replied, picking up the top and skirt. He walked over to the basket in the corner of the bathroom and dumped the clothes in.
His mother had already retrieved the rubber breast forms, and laid them on the bathroom stool. Next she picked up the bra, panties and socks and carried them over to the basin. "Come here, Davina," she called.
David walked over, the nightgown trailing along the floor.
His mother looked at the trailing hem and said "This'll wait a few minutes. Come on, Davina," and grabbed David's hand and pulled him to her room.
She opened one of the wardrobes, and took a pair of mules with one inch heels from a rack at the back. "Put these on, and that will stop your nightie trailing on the ground," she explained.
David had a worried look in his eyes as he saw what his mother had selected for him to wear. "Won't they be the wrong size ? I'd much rather just wear my own slippers if its all the same with you," he replied.
"Your slippers will just catch the hem of your nightie, so we'll just have to make do. I'll buy you a pair your own size tomorrow," his mother told him.
Now David was really worried - his mother was talking about buying him high-heeled slippers, and who knew what else. He sighed, resigning himself to the inevitable, and put his feet in the slippers. They were slightly too short, but since there was no back they fit well enough. He found that he had to hold himself very straight to maintain his balance as the walked back to the bathroom.
"Now this is how you hand-wash underwear," his mother told him as she put some soap-powder into the basin and turned the cold tap on. She showed David how to wash out the bra, panties and socks, saying "We wouldn't usually hand-wash the socks, but since they are the only pair you have, we'll do it today."
David was really puzzled, because he had plenty pairs of socks in his chest-of-drawers, but stayed silent. He probably didn't want to hear the answer anyway.
They hung the bra, panties and socks over the shower stall, and returned to the front room. His mother grabbed the breastforms as she walked past. She made a detour into David's room and placed them on the vanity. Back in the front room, she sat David down and began talking.
"Now, Davina, I'm going to take you shopping tomorrow to buy new clothes for you. We certainly can't have a young lady like yourself going around in tomboy clothes like those in your wardrobe."
David was looking at his mother with a terrified expression. From what she was saying, it looked like he would never return to being a boy again. He knew that protesting would be useless - when his mother took that tone, there was no moving her. He only hoped that when his father saw him in the morning he would end this insanity.
He looked up at the expectant pause from his mother and saw her looking at him with a loving expression. He melted and ran to kiss her before returning to his room.
Once he was in bed with the lights off, he began noticing the difference between the nightie and his pyjamas. For one thing, the gown had a tendancy to ride up his legs as he moved about in bed. On the other hand, it was much softer than anything he had worn to bed before.
He sighed resignedly, and thought to himself *I feel like I'm living that Chinese curse - 'may you live in interesting times'. These times are certainly interesting, but I could do without living through them.*
His last thought before he fell asleep was about the way Samantha had dressed him that day. *It did feel sorta nice wearing those clothes* he thought as the realm of Morpheus claimed him.


Chapter 4
David felt strange when he woke up. He tried to feel what was different, and decided that his legs were cold. Jumping out of bed, he almost tripped as the night-gown slid down his legs. He cursed and put the high-heeled slippers on, then wandered through to the kitchen to see if there was anything for breakfast.
His mother greeted him dressed casually in jeans and a tee shirt. She had obviously just been to the shops, as there was a pile of bags on the surfaces. He noticed that there was an open packet of corn flakes beside an upside-down bowl.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," his mother greeted him. "Your father won't be back for some time - it seems that someone put a virus on the central server at work. By the time anyone noticed, the mirror site had also been infected. They had to format both hard drives, and they are in the process of reloading everything from backup, but since they don't know when the system was infected, they are having to test each tape before they begin recovery. Your father reckons that this could cost HP a couple of hundred thousand dollars in lost work."
David started pouring himself a bowl of corn flakes, checking the fridge and adding milk to the bowl.
"'Morning, Mum. Could you speak English, please ? The only thing I understood is that Dad will be at work for some time, and it may cost the company a lot of money. What are we going to do today ?" he asked as he started eating his breakfast.
"We're going shopping after you are dressed. Run along to the bathroom and have a shower. Please shave your legs and under- arms - you are going to be changing in clothes stores, and we don't want anyone to get suspicious. Oh, and remember to put on the bra and insert the breast forms."
*Jeez* David complained to himself as he was placed his dishes on the counter beside the sink. *Looks like Mum's gone crazy. That Samantha really started something.*
When he entered the bathroom, he found the lingerie he was wearing the previous day laid out neatly on the stool. He stripped naked, dropping the night-gown and his mother's panties on the floor.
Before entering the shower, he remembered his mother's words and found one of her razors in the medicine cabinet. As the shower was heating, he did his business at the toilet. When the water was warm enough, he entered the shower and saw his mother's shampoo and conditioner. *Why not,* he thought. He shampooed his hair twice, then read the directions on the conditioner bottle. Carefully following them, he soaped up while he was waiting for the conditioner to work through his hair. After rinsing the conditioner out, he took his mother's razor and a can of shaving foam. He lathered his legs and then shaved them. The light hair was soon swirling down the plug-hole and David sighed again. *Ah, well, it'll grow back before any of the guys ask awkward questions during PE,* he thought.
Finished with his shower, he remembered his embarrassing problem the day before when he put the panties on. *I don't want that to happen again* he thought. He looked round the bathgroom for inspiration. Opening the stool, he rummaged around inside until he found a strip of sticking plasters. *Perfect,* he thought.
He cut a piece about an inch long, then tucked himself under. Ensuring that the central non-sticky strip was centered on his penis, he stuck the plaster firmly down. He could still pee, but he would have to sit down.
Once he had put the panties on, he reached for the bra and stared at it for a few minutes, wondering how he was going to put it on. Then he remembered Samantha's actions the day before and slipped his arms through the straps. His training had increased the flexibility of his arms, so he was able to reach behind himself and, after a brief struggle, attach the hooks. After pulling on the socks, he remembered what Samantha had done and turned the tops of the socks down.
His mother called out "Put the nightie under you pillow, but put the panties in the wash. We'll get you a pair that fit you better."
David sighed and returned to the bathroom. He picked up his discarded sleep wear and threw the panties in the wash. Returning to his bedroom, he folded the nightie up and placed it under his pillow. *At least no-one can see it there* he thought.
He approached the vanity in his room and grabbed the breast- forms and stuck them in the cups of the bra. He walked over to the chest of drawers and took out a "Blur" tee shirt and pulled it over his head. Approaching the wardrobe, he selected a pair of jeans and put them on. Tying his shoe laces, he looked into the mirror atop the vanity. *Jeez,* he thought *I look even more like a girl now.*
As he walked back to the kitchen, he remembered what Samantha had taught him about walking, so he looked very much like a young girl to his mother as he approached.
"Good, Davina, but your hair is a mess. Come here," she commanded as she led him back to the bathroom. She took a towel and proceeded rub his hair dry. Once it was reasonably dry, she ran her brush through it. "That'll do for now," she said.
"We are going to the shopping centre at the edge of town, so we'll have to take the bus. Your father had to take the car into work."
David nearly died when his mother told him that they were going to be exposed to everyone in town on a bus ride to the shops. However, he couldn't back out now, he had too much too lose.
At the bus-stop, a couple of old ladies started complementing him on how pretty he was. They kept up their inane chatter as the bus approached and all the way to the shopping centre.
Once they had entered the shopping centre, David's mother led him directly to the salon. As he approached it, David was desperately trying to hang back. There was a terrified look in his eyes as his mother dragged him through the doors.
"I have an appointment for my daughter," she announced, "Davina McCall."
The receptionist looked in the appointment book and said "OK, Mrs. McCall. Would you and your daughter care to take a seat and someone will be with you directly."
David was looking round with a wild expression in his eyes. The odour in the place was making him feel funny and he was sure that everyone was staring at him and wondering what a boy was doing in this holy-of-holies for women.
He was partially correct - a lot of people were looking at him. However, they did not see a boy, they saw a cute girl dressed in a tomboyish manner here with her mother for a beauty treatment.
A woman approached them from behind the receptionist and asked "Davina McCall ?"
David stood up and followed the woman back towards the basins at the rear of the salon. She sat him in front of one of the stations and proceeded to wash his hair. David found this to be a very relaxing and enjoyable experience as his scalp was massaged by the operator.
When she had finished washing and conditioning his hair, he was led over to the other side of the room. He was given a book of styles and told to select which style he wanted.
David looked at the book and realised how deeply he was getting involved in something he knew nothing about. Thinking about it, he was sure that between them, his mother and Samantha would keep dressing him as a girl for the entire summer.
Looking through the book, he was fascinated by all the photos of pretty girls, but he could not decide what he wanted done with his hair. His hair was long enough to take any of the styles in the book, so he continued to look. Suddenly, he saw a style that he thought he could live with. It wasn't too feminine, but looked great on the model in the picture.
A stylist approached David and asked him if he had selected a style. He showed her the book, and she stood him up and led him over to her station. She placed the book on the shelf in front of David and started cutting.

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