Archive-name: Changes/coed2.txt Archive-author: Katherine Alicia Harrison Archive-title: Co-Ed, The - Part 2 I awoke the next morning not quite well rested. He tossed and turned all night thinking about what was to come. At about 9:00, Cindy called my mother and started to tell her that the tryouts were pushed up until tomorrow morning and we would have to leave this afternoon for the 6 hour ride to State in order for her to be well rested in the morning. Mom bought the whole thing hook, line and sinker. Cindy, because she coerced me into going back to school, could do no wrong. Mom came up to tell me that Cindy had called and the whole story. I had to be packed and ready to leave by 4:00. I packed up most of my things and separated out what I was actually bringing from what I was pretending to bring. Those cases were being put into storage in Cindy's basement. Finally 4:00 came around and Cindy showed up in her white VW cabriolet. My father never thought that we would get all of the luggage into the tiny car. Finally after a very tearful goodbye, we were off. The first stop was to Cindy's house. We had left so early so that we could drop off and hide my stored luggage at her house in the back of the basement. I had a steamer trunk with a lock on it for all of my clothes. Cindy put a note on it saying, "Cindy's Summer Stuff" and We carried it down into the back of her basement. She said that her parents would never think it was anything else. We went upstairs and got the three suitcases with my new clothes and put them in the car. We had less room now than we did before, but we could still get the top up if we had to and lock everything up when we stopped for the night. I was so nervous, I was shaking like a leaf. We weren't to meet Michelle for another hour, her salon was at the mall in the next town over. We parked the car at the mall and Cindy grabbed the small suit case she had packed for me. We walked around the mall and window shopped for a while. Cindy picked out a pair of gold stud earrings and said that she wanted Michelle to pierce my ears. I said no way, but she bought them anyway. We saw the last person leave the salon and watched as the owner told Michelle to lock up when she was finished. We waited until the coast was clear and headed over to the salon. Michelle was a very pretty redhead, very trendy dresser, wearing a leopard print blouse and stone washed jeans that fit her like a glove. She was wearing low heals and lots of jewelry. I timidly entered the salon and she brought us into the back while she closed up in front. Finally we sat down and Michelle started right in, "So J.J., I'm going to help you fit into your new role. Cindy said you would be a great candidate, how do you feel about it." I was about to have a breakdown, Cindy gave me a Valium, that she stole from her mother and told me to relax. I was honest with Michelle, that I was scared to death and I had no idea how I was going to pull it off. Cindy looked at me and said, "J.J., you don't give me enough credit. Do you want to forget the whole thing and have me take you back home to be a quitter!" She seemed almost angry, I didn't want to upset her and I didn't want to be a quitter and said, "No, this is what I want." I think the Valium was kicking in, because my knees stopped shaking. Michelle said fine, lets get started. She took me into the back and had me strip naked. I was very self conscious as she looked me over. She covered my torso with a smelly cream and had me wait about 20 minutes before taking a shower. The small amount of hair that was on my body was gone. I was told to lay down on a low table and she proceeded to wax my legs and "bikini line", boy was that ruff. Cindy gave me a pair of white cotton panties to wear and a kimono like robe. Michelle brought me into the main salon room and sat me at one of the stations. Next she waxed my eyebrows and used the electrolysis needle on my faint beard. She said I needed a few more treatments (I didn't know it was permanent) She then gave me a facial and removed the small callouses from my feet. I couldn't believe the process I was going through, but the pill had done its job and I could feel no pain. I was given a pedicure and saw that my toenails were now pink. Michelle brought me over to the shampoo sink and shampooed and conditioned my hair. She gave me a cut that framed my face and proceeded to give me a perm. I couldn't stand the smell of the perming solution, but couldn't do much about it. The perm was done and when she finished with the styling and some highlighting, I wasn't allowed to look. I think that Cindy thought that I would leave right then and there. I insisted on seeing myself, but Cindy convinced me that I wanted to wait until they were done. Michelle then took me over to the manicurists table and gave me tips and wraps and several layers of polish as well, I protested when she made the nails so long, so she filed them down to a more conservative length and gave them another coat of pink polish and a top coat. Finally I was brought over to the Cosmetician area, first, much against my protests, Michelle pierced my ears. Cindy gave her the gold studs for me to wear. She then started on my makeup. I asked her as calmly as I could not to go too wild. She promised. I ended up with a rather subdued look except for my eyes, where she used lots of mascara. Cindy brought out the overnight case that she had brought in and took out the clothes she picked for me to wear. She had two outfits chosen. The one which included the denim skirt, I refused to wear. The other was a pair of jeans with a blouse of white cotton with puffy sleeves, I said OK and she proceeded to get me dressed. She had me take off my panties and put on a flesh colored g-string like garment that was quite elastic. It pushed the last vestiges of my maleness up and underneath me. I was then given a pair of white lacy bikinis and a matching white bra. I had to wear an elastic waist cincher to give me a little shape. It was uncomfortable, but bearable. She gave me a pair of silicone filled inserts used for mastectomy patients that filled out my bra to a B-cup. It felt strange to feel the additional weight on my chest, and they jiggled when I moved. The blouse, I found out, was a western style that buttoned on the bias and had a very tailored taper. Cindy gave me a pair of socks to wear, I thought to myself, "Thank God she didn't want me to wear stockings." I put the jeans on and they fit well. The had a wide waistband and fit to show off my rear. The jeans were baggy fit in the legs and tapered to the ankle. The ankles had zippers and little bows at the top of the zippers. Cindy gave me the boots she bought for me. They were short boots with a low heal and a little decoration at the top. She handed me my new glasses, fastened a gold chain with a little heart pendant around my neck and gave me gold cuff bracelet to wear. I turned around and looked in the mirror and almost passed out. I was a GIRL! With my glasses on I looked a little "book wormish", but I looked like the kind of girl that if I took off my glasses, I could show real promise. I couldn't believe it. I was actually excited, this could really work. I didn't want to appear too enthusiastic to Cindy, or she would probably make me wear the skirt and heels, but I began to feel that this wasn't going to be too bad after all. My hair was not the BROWN it was before, but a cute brunette with reddish highlights. The perm was still kind of tight, but it framed my face nicely and cascaded in curls down the back just above my shoulders. I had cute bangs in the front. My eyes were deep with a golden eye shadow and long black lashes. My lips were a soft pink-coral color matching my nails. They were full, almost pouty. My look was that of a college coed. Cindy was very pleased with how I looked and said, "Lets go out and celebrate!" I didn't know about going out in public yet, but off we went. We left the salon and Michele locked up. On the other side of the mall was a restaurant that also had a small niteclub. The drinking age was 18, and I was still 17 until next week. The last thing I needed was to get proofed. Cindy noticed my hesitancy and said, "Don't worry honey, we are only going to get something to eat." We went inside and were seated at a table. I noticed how different women are treated in public places and I liked it. We ordered salads and I ordered a Perrier. Cindy ordered wine and was proofed, she was already 18 and I cringed when the waiter looked at me and thought about asking for my proof as well. One of the things I had not thought about in all of this was my voice. I had a high squeaky voice for a guy, but for a girl, I still didn't have the mannerisms down fully and thought I would be a dead giveaway if I attempted to talk. At first I whispered, almost feigning that I had lost my voice. As I became more comfortable I spoke a little clearer, but was still apprehensive. We finished dinner and as I should of thought, Cindy wanted to go into the niteclub. After pleading on my part, she relented. We said our goodbyes to Michelle and were off to the motel for the night. Cindy had picked a place about 50 miles up the interstate and we headed off. I found myself thinking about my new existence and what was happening to me as we drove along the highway, I had a lot of things to think about. Cindy was playing the stereo and a Carly Simon song came on. We found ourselves singing along and I began to fall more and more into the acceptance of my female role. I liked the feeling I was getting, the acceptance by Cindy and the fact that I was starting over as a girl. (To be continued) --