Date: Tue, 17 Feb 2009 21:57:01 -0800 (PST)
From: RE
Subject: In Over My Head

There are times that a rare opportunity arises that is so outrageous, and
yet so perfect, that you can't help but go for it. I am Kyle Beckwith, a
high school sophmore formerly in San Franciso. My parents were never
married, and I was something of an accident between two career driven
professionals who had no time or interest in a family, and who lived on
opposite sides of the country, and who happened to produce a kid.

As a result, I have bounced between the two, staying with my dad most of
the time, ironically. And so this is how the story really begins.

I received word from my dad that he was going to be overseas on a
project, and I would have to spend the next school term with my mother.
She never had much time for me, but was ok with the idea of me moving
into her North Carolina condo, as long as it didn't disrupt her busy
lifestyle and travels. They both figured I was old enough to take care of
myself without a nanny, so the arrangements were made and then I was
informed. Fortunately school hadn't started yet, so my mother graciously
completed and enrollment form and I received an email from the school
counselor with a 'suggested schedule.'

Here's where things really got interesting- and I put together a scheme
so audacious that, if it succeeded, I would have an interesting year in
North Carolina, indeed! When I received the sample schedule, my mother's
handwritten enrollment form for me had sloppily written Kyle so it looked
more like 'Kylie". The schedule was made out for 'Kylie Beckwith' and the
counselor had assumed that I was a female. I was even in a girls PE
class! She wrote a note asking if I had any special interests and that
there were a lot of activities for 'young ladies' in their school!

This was hilarious! But it got me thinking. You see, I consider myself
bi, but I always leaned toward an interest in guys. I would even
fantasize about girls in my school going out with a guy to park or
getting hit on by a guy, and wandered how it felt. It wasn't that I
considered myself to be a girl, I just had this whole thing about a guy
thinking I was a girl and then hitting on me.

I started to plan my scheme- getting so excited that I couldn't hardly
sleep. My mother would be gone most of the time, and even when she was
around, she wasn't remotely interested in my activities. I definitely had
the soft features that would work- I hadn't even came close to needing to
shave, and had little to no hair on my chest or legs at all. Mom had a
cleaning service come in once a week to do the laundry, so I figured I
could pick up an assortment of female clothes and make the switch with no
one knowing the difference. If it fell through and I was discovered
somehow, I could always insist on being sent to my dad, wherever he
happened to be.

I corresponded with the school counselor as "kylie" to firmly establish
my character with her, before I arrived. I even mentioned some fictitious
activities  that I had been involved in, such as the girl's swim team.

As the time got closer to my move, I got more and more excited. My dad
was surprised I was taking it so well, but I just told him that I was
ready to 'spend more time with mom.' In reality, I would lay in bed and
fantasize  being Kylie, and flirting with the southern dudes in NC
without somebody smashing my face in and calling me a fag or queer.

The day finally arrived, and my mother had me picked up at the airport
(she was too busy to make a personal appearance). I saw her later in the
evening, and she apologized for her busy schedule, but told me that we
would plan some quality time later on. I was getting more and more
nervous about school, and even started practicing my speech to try to
sound more like a girl. This could be harder than I thought! Fortunately
for me, the kids my just think my California accent was why my voice
sounded different- and so I planned on some extra perfume and began to
gather in female accessories.

My first day at Madison High School arrived, and I wore some 'generic
clothes' with some accessories and another shirt  packed in a bag, so my
mother wouldn't question me. No matter, she talked on her cell phone over
breakfast and barely seemed to notice me. She apologized for not dropping
me off on her way to the airport, and made sure that I had the house keys
so I could get inside after school. It looked like I was going to be
taking a city bus until I could get my driver's license or catch a ride
with friends. I was used to city transportation in San Francisco, so it
wasn't a big deal. Since my mother was concerned with making her
arrangements, I was able to slip into the bathroom and slip into some
other clothes and shoes, and put on some light makeup. I realized that I
would probably have to start shaving the little hair I had on my legs and
armpits as well. My hair was already pretty long, so I was able to pull
it back into a small pony tail and, for good measure, I put on some nail
polish and a little stuffing in the bra. I wasn't really too keen on nail
polish, but it would give me an edge until I established my new
identitity with the staff and other students. I looked in the mirror- not
too bad. I would probably know within the first hour if this was going to
work or not.

I slipped out unnoticed, and headed to the transit stop. I wandered what
kind of kids were going to be at this new school and if any guys would
even have an interest in me. A weird thought came to me- what would it be
like the first time a guy made a move on me and kissed me- or more than
that, started to 'feel me up?' I realized that from now on, I'd have to
find a way to hide any boners that would show, or someone might feel if
they happened to put their hand between my legs.

To be continued.........