"This is such a terrible idea," I wailed to my teacher.
"Hush, Catherine," He replied, "and remember to use a higher pitched voice." A normal girl would have no problem with that but I wasn't a normal girl. I was a boy dressed up in a girl's evening gown and extensive make up so much that I looked like a young adult girl rather than the teenaged boy I was. I had a wig attached to my head tightly and braided like any girl going out. My face was extensively dusted with makeup and my eyebrows were formed like a model ready to go on the runway. Earrings were clipped to my eyes and my lips were "painted" with dark lipstick. Where my not so muscular chests were, two breasts forms of C cup were glued in place. My male parts were also temporarily pulled back and held together by sutures to form the shape of a female genitalia. Basically, I looked like a girl and this evening, I was to be the girlfriend of my teacher. This is what happened...
A week ago...
"Basically, you grades are just not up to standard," My teacher, Charles Perkins thundered, throwing the report form on to the ground. "You're on the verge on being kicked out of this school young man."
My legs shivered at his statement. "Please please sir, don't kick me out. My parents would literally kill me if I return home. Please, I'll do anything. Study past midnight, re-tests, anything please..."
"We don't allow re-test for grades this terrible," he responded. "I'm sorry but you'll have leave..."
"Please sir," I started wailing in a high pitched voice. "Please, I'll do anything..."
I saw him pick up the report card and then said. "You scored high in your drama grades..."I didn't answer immediately. "I have something that needs to be done and requires an actress."
Actresses?!!! I was shocked to here the proposal...
Back to the present...
Well as you see, I accepted the plan. If I became Catherine/Cathy Asheton instead of plain old Carter for one evening and pretend to be my teacher's girlfriend. I expected the "transformation" to be a simple dress up but instead it was an elaborate makeover and as mentioned, down to having a false vulva (vulva is the term, not vagina. See, I did study for my biology test). It also involved training to act as a girl, move and above all speak like one. I may have been a a great actor in my school plays and able to sing at high-pitched voices, but speaking like a girl and acting like one in a dress one was a whole new level. The alternative was to get kicked out of the scholarship and face wrath of my parents.
"Evening sir, madam," a suited man greeted us and checked the invitation card. "Thank you, down the hall, table 11." Grabbing my hand which was shaped feminine-like, my teacher guided me into the hall. It was some sort of award presentations for the local community or something. All I had to do was to to pretend to be his girlfriend for the evening. Big challenge to get my grades changed and stay in the college. My teacher grabbed a non-alcoholic drink and passed it to me.
"Thank you," I responded.
"Good voice, keeping that way...darling," he said and I nearly collapsed upon hearing that. By gosh. he was really into the act.
All all round me were ladies dressed in their finest evening dresses. And men partnering with them. I stole a glance at myself at one of the shining silverware. Not a single part of me looked like a boy at all, thanks to the extensive work by the make up assistants. Just got to get through this evening, I told myself. Then I can have all the trouble behind me....
Actually, the evening turned out pretty boring. There wasn't much talk during the dining (which was great since I didn't have to use my disguised voice much) and not much in the socialising afterwards. As I moved with my teacher, I suddenly felt the urge. "Got to go to the toilet," I whispered to him.
"Hurry back, the speech will begin shortly." Hurrying up was quite a problem, give that the light blue dress I was in was tight and I was in four inch heeels, something a boy would have trouble walking in. Next trouble was lifting up the dress so much that it wouldn't be ripped and gently lowering the panties. As I mentioned, I had a fake vulva, formed by some doctor friend of my teacher's. My male plumbing was still present, but tucked inwards and held in place by surgical glue and sutures to form the shape of a female labia/vulva. Cleaning up, I washed and exited the ladies where the trouble began.
Someone grabbed me from behind and a foul smelling cloth was pushed against my mouth. I tried to scream but then felt dizzy and dropped unconscious. When I woke up, I found myself bound with zip ties to a chair. A thick piece of tape was plastered around my mouth. Immediately I began to scream "MMMPPHHH! MPPPHH!!!!!" Just then, a couple of masked men appeared.
"Ssshh, little one, no one will hear you. Definitely not Cathy Robinson, not when we sell you away for money." Sell me away?! Robinson?! Oh my gosh, I've being mistaken for some girl! I screamed again and the tape was immediately torn off, hurting me immediately.
The thug grabbed my mouth and said, "I said be quiet girlie!"
"I'm...I'm not who you think you are. I'm not even a Catherine. I'm Cater...." the whole lot of them began to laugh.
"Look, she's even putting on a boy's voice! Some boy you are girl!" Before I knew it, two of them reached be hind my and yanked my dress down to expose the black strapless bra I was made to wear. Then, they lifted up the skirt to reveal the panties. "Girl!" They shouted. Before I could protest further, the leader pinched my nose and with my mouth wide open, something was stuffed inside and another strip of tape was sealed around my mouth. SHIT! I thought. I'm kidnapped, and they don't believe who I really am. Now I'm going to be sold for slavery or something worse...
BAM!!! BAMM!!! My ears were temporarily deafened and smoke filled the room. A minute later, I felt myself freed from the chair and another masked man gently peeling the gag off me. With the cloth--later discovered as a pair of tights--yanked out I realised I was rescued by a SWAT team. Once outside, I saw my "boyfriend" or teacher and ran towards him, sobbing. Later, I was back home and after a day or so, I returned to being Carter, a proper male.
Anyway, that's my story of mistaken identity.