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From Taylor to Tay-Tay, Chapters 1-2
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Chapter One
“Watch it, nerd!”
Taylor didn’t think twice about knocking the girl’s books out of her hands, as if calling her out to everyone in the halls around them wasn’t enough. They had technically brushed against each other while turning the corner, except it was obviously her fault for being an unpopular girl who wasn’t watching out for one of their school’s baseball players. He was walking to class with a couple of his teammates, who instantly validated his casual bullying with laughter and a round of high fives as they continued on their way. The only reason they looked back was to catch a glimpse of the girl awkwardly retrieving her possessions as other students hurried to class around her.
Ever since Taylor had joined the team, he had grown more confident. Then more arrogant, as his popularity pushed him over the fine line between the two.
Pacific Grove’s baseball team was the team at their school. There was still some hype for the football and basketball games, as well as the cliché jock mentality those players had, but baseball was on another level. The team often had a win streak that was continually celebrated with every next game won, and they had made it to district playoffs three years in a row. And Taylor? He was their star pitcher. As a senior who had been putting in the work since JV, he had definitely earned the spot. Not only that, but their most few games could have ended differently if he didn’t strike the other team out so efficiently in the last couple innings.
Of course, it wasn’t just the school worshiping their team that made Taylor act like he was all that. He had been completely screwed over by puberty, and was solidly in the lowest percentile for eighteen year old guys when it came to height. Specifically 5’3” and ⅓, which he knew from multiple physicals as a guy doing high school sports, as well as the fact that his last growth spurt was in middle school and he had suffered through the same stature measurements again and again and again as a teenager.
The good news was, it didn’t take height to be a skilled pitcher. Being a popular jock meant he was rarely teased about his height any more, unless it was his teammates giving him shit in a way he was more than capable of dishing back. Outside practice, however, Taylor was still overcompensating for all the years he had to deal with both girls and guys being taller than him as the years dragged on. Which worked, when he was backed up by said teammates in class and in the halls. The ‘short bully’ was a common enough trope in shows and movies, not that Taylor considered himself a bully. He and his friends were just having some fun, plus it wasn’t as if they ever targeted anyone specifically. They were just top of the totem pole; anyone near the bottom was fair game.
When not in his baseball gear, Taylor had a bit of a wannabe rock star look. He had long, dark hair, wore a lot of black with some alternative accessories, and usually opted for dark boots that gave him an extra half inch of height. While he was into a number of punk bands, he also thought the dark ensemble offset his smaller size. His cleats had a similar effect where his height was involved, though he had accepted he would always be the shortest guy on their team.
At this point in his high school career, as both a senior and a talented baseball player, Taylor never expected to be a victim of a prank himself. Or how something so simple and immature would spin out into much more than his teammates had planned for him.
It all started on a Monday afternoon. Taylor’s last class of the day was P.E., which was a total joke when the group fitness stuff done in the gym was nothing compared to the conditioning they did throughout the baseball season. Still, for whatever reason, he needed to take an actual class to graduate; apparently being on a sports team only counted for so many credits, and students like him still had to take a single class during the school day. A couple of his teammates had signed up for the same reason he did–ending the day with P.E. meant not being sweaty at school afterwards, or dealing with bringing a change of clothes and taking a rushed shower before the following class.
Normally, Taylor would just head home to rinse off, or go straight to practice, depending on the day. This week, however, there was never a guarantee that the water would be on at his house. His parents had saved up for a pretty major renovation, which included two of the bathrooms. This mostly affected Taylor and his younger sister, as their parents both worked long hours and frequently were away on business trips as well. So, this week, Taylor and his sister were left to deal with the inconvenience of the project. They had a couple cases of bottled water for drinking and brushing their teeth, and were left with the option of showering at school, at a friend’s place, or hoping that the contractors weren’t dealing with the bathrooms on any given day.
Taylor opted to shower at school. He was already in the locker room, it was the end of the day, and his sister was carpooling with someone else. Pacific Grove High also had decent facilities; while the shower stalls were a little cramped, the fact that students could wash themselves privately was a nice perk compared to other schools. The baseball team didn’t practice on Monday, so he really had nowhere to be. After waiting for most of the guys to clear out after class, Taylor slipped into the stall all the way in the corner and hopped in the shower.
After a good ten minutes or so, as the water pressure was better than normal when half the team wasn’t rinsing off, he turned off the water and reached for his towel . . .
It wasn’t on the hook. At first, he just assumed it had fallen to the ground, which happened every now and then. However, when he pulled back the curtain to check the private area between the shower and the rest of the locker room, Taylor could see that his towel wasn’t there at all. In fact, nothing was there. Both his clean clothes and his dirty gym uniform had been on the little wooden bench, which was now empty. His socks and shoes were missing as well.
“Fuck,” Taylor muttered to himself. His first instinct was that one of his teammates was screwing with him, as who else would dare do something like this? Unless it was some underclassmen guys who were bold enough to steal his clothes when there was anonymity involved. Either way, it wasn’t funny. “HEY.” Yelling out to whoever was left in the locker room, he exclaimed, “Bring my shit back! Right now.”
Silence. He had held off on showering for a little extra privacy. There was a good chance he was the only one left in the area, if whoever did this decided to bolt instead of waiting around to see his reaction.
Swearing under his breath again, Taylor pulled back the curtain and stepped out to the small changing area. If he were at home, maybe he’d try to avoid dripping. Right now, he was at school, and had more pressing things to worry about. With one hand firmly clasped over his crotch, he tentatively stuck his head out of the second curtain. “I’m fucking serious!” he shouted. No one was within sight, though they could always be hiding around the corner; the lockers took up about half the locker room, all of which were on the other side of the wall
This was bad. Like, really bad.
Taylor wasn’t just small when it came to his stature. So far, he had managed to keep his size a secret. For baseball, it was all about strategic timing. Changing first or last without being obvious about it, or doing so in a bathroom stall with the logic that he would be taking off his pants in there anyway. It had been a careful rotation, to the point where no one had ever questioned him or called him out. Games were much easier than practice, as most of his teammates including himself would show up in uniform.
He was very insecure about it, too. Something like that wasn’t his fault in the slightest, or anything to be ashamed about, but it was difficult to have a mature perspective on it when he was a teenage boy surrounded by teenage boys. Taylor had heard more than enough small dick jokes over the years and, while he wasn’t actively looking or comparing, he had also caught plenty of glimpses of other guys in the locker room while they changed more casually than he did.
Incidentally, Taylor’s embarrassment of his not so endowed member was why he was such a heartbreaker at school. Nearly all the other guys on his team had attractive girlfriends, yet Taylor had turned down countless girls ever since earning a permanent spot on the roster. Those rejections only made the girls want him more, making Taylor look both cool and aloof when he brushed off the attention of hot girl after hot girl. Considering how he dressed, he was able to pull off the lone wolf thing.
The truth was, he was a virgin due to how determined he was to keep his secret and, by extension, his dignity. And now that he didn’t have a stitch of clothing, or even a towel to cover up with, he was desperate to find something to wear.
Before leaving the safety of the stall, Taylor called out a few more times. No dice. If the locker room was empty, he was wasting his time and his breath. If there was someone or multiple someones hiding nearby, he was only going to sound more desperate the more he demanded his things back. So, after taking a deep breath, he pulled the curtain aside and began quietly making his way towards the other end of the shower area. Between not wanting to slip while his feet were still damp, and not wanting to be seen by anyone while he was buck naked, Taylor moved nice and slowly.
As he passed each stall, he peered inside to see if someone had forgotten a towel or anything else. No luck there, either. Finally, he glanced around the corner, while saying, “Last chance if you’re in here. This isn’t fucking funny.”
To his relief, no one was there. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he came face to face with whoever took his clothes. Especially if it was one or more of his teammates who took P.E. with him; they wouldn’t be intimidated by him, which meant they wouldn’t make this easy.
Section by section, Taylor explored the locker room. A few minutes later, he determined there was literally nothing he could use as temporary clothing. He would have settled for a random pair of dirty gym shorts, or even a t-shirt he could put on upside-down. His locker wouldn’t get him anywhere either, as it was currently empty; both their previous game and their next game were away games, so his uniform and spare uniform were at home.
He was left with two options; either he could wait around for someone to find him, and pray that person wouldn’t make matters worse, or he could venture out of the locker room and look for something to wear before doubling back to grab his phone and car keys. For now, he decided to leave those in his locker; one hand was dedicated to covering himself up, and it would be better if the other one remained free. As for calling/texting someone, he couldn’t think of a single person he trusted with this situation. Not unless he wanted this to be an embarrassing story that circulated throughout the entire baseball team by the end of the day, and the whole school by the end of the week.
So, what to do? His first instinct was the Drama department, as there would for sure be some costumes backstage. Except the auditorium was all the way at the other end of the school, and the only way to hide in the exposed hallways would be to duck into doorways; or, if any classroom doors were unlocked along the way, risk being seen by whoever might be in there. The girls’ locker room was the closest option, and the safest in terms of getting from here to there without being seen, though ‘closest’ didn’t mean ‘best.’ Taylor absolutely didn’t want to be caught naked, sneaking around over there. Putting aside the risk of exposure, he’d also look like a total creep. And, again, the whole school would hear about something like that.
After a minute or two of deliberating, Taylor decided he’d make a run for the Lost & Found box that was just down the hall from the gym. He wasn’t confident there would be clothes in there, though maybe someone would have lost a sweater or accessory or something that he could use to cover up while figuring out a better solution. Of course, that still meant leaving the locker room while buck naked, which was daunting no matter where he went from there. At least no one had come in since the end of his shower; he still had a chance of getting out of this without taking a major hit to his dignity and reputation.
Taylor peeked out of the locker room door and did a thorough scan of the gym before daring to take a step past the threshold. In a similar fashion, he made sure no one was hanging out on the bleachers or coming out of the girls’ locker room. ‘Now or never,’ he thought to himself. Every second he stalled was a second he could chicken out and dart back to safety. Steeling himself and praying that there wasn’t anyone around the corner quietly texting or something, he sprinted to the side of the basketball court, to the double doors that led out to the hallway.
Every step of the impending journey brought on a new round of nerves. What if someone was on the other side of those doors? Or in one of the classrooms for a club or tutoring session or something? Taylor could keep his manhood covered, but that didn’t change the fact that he was running around the school naked.
Balancing speed and caution, Taylor tentatively left the gym entirely and began the mortifying dash towards the Lost & Found. It was only two turns, but they were both scary when there wasn’t a discreet way to glance around a corner when doing so revealed his bare upper half and risked anyone stepping into the hall behind him seeing his exposed backside.
Against all odds, he made it to the Lost & Found without running into a single person. His good luck ended there, however. As he desperately looked through the box, Taylor saw that it was more or less what he had anticipated. A notebook, a tangled pair of cheap headphones, a frayed pencil pouch, a single earring, and a handful of other useless knick knacks and school supplies. It wasn’t a total bust; the notebook was way better than his hand in terms of covering his backside. If someone caught him, he’d be able to run away with a little more modesty back there.
As he picked up the notebook, something underneath came into view that he hadn’t seen before. Taylor could see right away that it was a pair of panties. Upon further inspection of the pink underwear, the front had MY LITTLE PONY printed in girly cursive, along with several ponies on the crotch. He vaguely recognized them from the stupid Brony phase that some of his less popular classmates had been into a while ago.
Taylor almost wished he hadn’t found the childish panties. Because now that he had, the choice was his–either stay naked, or try on the cartoon print girls’ underwear. And honestly, it wasn’t much of a choice. Being caught in My Little Pony panties? Humiliating, but something he could spin as a dare or lost bet. Of course, he could put the same spin on being naked, except he absolutely couldn’t let anyone see how small he was down there.
Making a snap decision, as it wasn’t as if he could continue standing around nude in the school hallway, Taylor faced the wall so no one could glimpse his front side as he pulled the panties on. As if wearing girls’ underwear wasn’t embarrassing enough, he cringed a bit at how they fit him perfectly. There wasn’t a trace of a bulge behind the cutesy ponies, and apparently his dimensions were comparable to whatever girl had lost her panties.
Now what? He really didn’t have time to dwell on the underwear thing. Getting to his car in just these was going to be impossible. With his private areas less of a concern, it was time to focus on finding some outfit or costume or whatever to wear. Taylor would settle for just pants at this point; walking around shirtless as a guy wasn’t that crazy, even if it would be a bit frowned upon at school.
Before he could figure out his next move, someone called out to him. “Miss? Over here, miss. What happened to your clothes??”
Taylor froze. He knew that he should have been sprinting in the opposite direction of the female voice. As a baseball player, he’d probably be able to outrun her even while barefoot. But for whatever reason, there was a sudden disconnect between his body and his mind. And wait, what did she just call him?
“You’re not supposed to leave the classroom, remember?” the woman asked, “Oh, you must be new. Did Sarah sign you in?”
Apparently neither Taylor’s voice or his feet were working properly. He turned to look at the young woman approaching him; she wasn’t a teacher or anyone else he recognized. Did she think he was a girl?! It suddenly hit Taylor that the combination of his long hair and the panties that he just put on, not to mention his more petite form, must have led her to a mortifying assumption. Between the shock and the embarrassment, he didn’t have it in him to correct her. Instead, he merely gave an awkward nod as a response to her last question.
“Alright,” she said, “Well, I’m Ms. Hamilton. What’s your name?”
Answering her simple questions felt so much easier than trying to explain why he was actually in front of her in nothing but panties. Barely above a whisper, he said, “ . . . Taylor.” He regretted it immediately. Why hadn’t he given her a fake name? He flushed at both the thoughts that raced through his head, as well as how his voice hadn’t sounded particularly masculine due to how weakly his name came out.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Taylor,” Ms. Hamilton smiled, “For future reference, girls here are to be dressed at all times. And you’re not allowed to leave the classroom without an escort. Can you tell me where your clothes are?”
Taylor shook his head. He was still reeling from the fact that even when up close, the young woman believed that he was a girl. While it was objectively useful in terms of no one finding out about this, it was a pretty big blow to his ego at the same time. Another element of the mistaken identity was that Taylor didn’t have much body hair. No doubt a side effect of how he hadn’t grown in forever. He had some, like the dark wisps that were now covered by the panties, but pretty much nothing on his legs or chest. Thankfully, that wasn’t the kind of thing his peers noticed, as it wasn’t as if anyone ever looked too closely at someone’s legs. He had always thought of it as yet another way puberty screwed him over, rather than it being a subtly feminine feature, until right now.
“Okay,” she said, “We can worry about that later. For now, let’s find you something to wear.” With that, she took Taylor’s hand and began walking him the wrong way down the hall.
Crazy as all of this was, Taylor actually allowed himself to be led farther away from the gymnasium. It turned out that there was a major silver lining to the young woman’s false perception of him. If he stayed quiet and went along with it for another minute or two, he’d have clothes that would cover up the childish panties and hopefully be enough that he could go grab his things from his locker and head home.
Ms. Hamilton led him to an empty classroom just around the corner, where she had him wait as she looked through the supply closet. As if he was going anywhere; this room was way less risky than standing around in the hallway.
“Here we go,” she said, reappearing with a large cardboard box in her arms, “There should be something in here that fits you. We keep spare outfits around in case of spills or, in your case, missing clothes.” She set the box down on a nearby desk and sifted through the contents for a minute. “Oh, this should work. Can you put your arms up for me, Taylor?”
He grimaced slightly at the notion that he needed help getting dressed, yet couldn’t exactly speak up about his independence without sounding like a boy. Doing as he was told, he reluctantly lifted his arms for what he assumed was going to be a t-shirt or a tank top or something.
Instead, Ms. Hamilton pulled out a simple pink dress. Before Taylor could process the girly garment, or do anything about it, Ms. Hamilton stepped forward and slid it onto his body. “Arms through here,” she instructed, while guiding his upper limbs underneath the straps. “Perfect. Alright, can you sit for a minute?” Not really asking, because they both knew he was capable of a simple task like that.
As Taylor sat down in the chair she pulled over for him, blushing furiously at the sight and the feeling of wearing a dress, Ms. Hamilton pulled out a pair of Mary Janes from the box and knelt down to put them on his feet.
“Just your size,” she said, as she tightened the straps into place, “Okay, one last thing. Your hair is kind of a mess, dear. Do you mind if I fix it up for you?”
Still blushing, Taylor gave a small shake of his head. He didn’t know it yet, but he looked more like a timid girl than an awkward boy at the moment. And since he continued to be too nervous to speak, giving away his gender after letting himself be put through all this, all he could do was sit there quietly.
The young woman stood back up, giving him another reassuring smile to put him at ease. “Don’t worry, Taylor. A lot of girls are nervous on their first day, but daycare can actually be a lot of fun! Even for the older girls. You’re fifth grade, right? You look a little tall for fourth.”
As Ms. Hamilton ran her fingers through his hair and started separating it out for what was apparently going to end up being some kind of braid, Taylor’s eyes widened and his blush deepened.
She thought he belonged in daycare?!
And if her assumption was fifth grade, that meant she believed he was around eleven years old.
Chapter Two
Taylor so badly wanted to correct her.
He wasn’t a girl. He wasn’t a tween. However, the very fact that Ms. Hamilton assumed both of those things was what kept him from blurting out the truth. What if she knew some of his current teachers? What if the wrong person heard about a dark haired ‘Taylor’ who was mistaken as a little girl? He couldn’t risk it. Plus he couldn’t begin to imagine how she might react if he used his real voice now that he was dressed like this. With that in mind, he squeaked out an awkward, “Mm hmm.” Affirming that he was indeed in fifth grade, or so he’d let her believe for a little bit longer.
Luckily, he didn’t have to speak beyond that. Ms. Hamilton filled the silence herself, talking more about the after school program for girls from the adjacent elementary school. There were plenty of games and activities for everyone, though it was perfectly acceptable to simply spend the time working on homework for those that wanted to be done with that by the time they were picked up.
It didn’t take long before Taylor’s hair was in pigtails. Easily the worst style for someone who wasn’t actually a girl. “All done,” Ms. Hamilton said, stepping back and commenting on how the braids were much better than how his hair looked before. “All the girls here are really nice,” she said, “But you still might get teased if your hair is a mess. Or, you know, if you’re running around in nothing but your panties. No, I don’t want to know; just promise me it’s not going to happen again.”
He blushed again and nodded. Even a small movement like that was enough to make his pigtails shift enough so he noticed them. Between the unfamiliar tightness on his scalp, as he wasn’t used to any kind of braid, as well as how the pigtails were going to continue to bounce and swish slightly whenever he did pretty much anything, he wasn’t going to forget about the girly styling any time soon.
Just like that, it was time for him to actually be taken to the classroom down the hall. The point of no return, in a sense, as it wasn’t too late to come clean and walk away. But Taylor had already committed. Now that he was dressed, albeit in something that was barely better than being naked, it would be much easier to sneak off when Ms. Hamilton wasn’t focusing solely on him.
He followed her to one of the larger rooms on this side of the school. As he stepped through the door, he could see right away that the space had been transformed from the usual classroom set up. Half the desks were stacked up in the corner to make more space for everyone, while the other half were set up in clusters for the girls to sit together rather than how they were normally lined up with everyone facing the front.
There were a good twenty or thirty girls present. Before Taylor could take in much more than that, Ms. Hamilton was calling over a girl who was clearly older than the rest. “Hey, Sarah? Did you check Taylor in? I found her out in the hall.”
Taylor recognized the nerdy brunette immediately. They didn’t really know each other, as he was popular and she wasn’t, but she was in a few of his classes. Was it too late to bolt? Now that he was all dolled up, hopefully Sarah wouldn’t recognize him. However, he wasn’t going to be in whatever system they used, which meant his ‘disguise’ would only work so well if they started asking questions. Short of turning around right now and darting out of the room, Sarah was going to see him either way.
She walked over, tilting her head slightly. “I think so? Check-in was so hectic today. She’s one of our new girls, right?”
“It’s her first day,” Ms. Hamilton said, “Do you mind getting her settled? I need to finish prepping a few more things for this afternoon.”
“Not at all!” Sarah smiled, “Come on, Taylor. Let’s introduce you to some of the girls. What grade are you in?”
It didn’t seem like Sarah knew who he really was; she was treating him just like any other girl here. Still embarrassing, yet not nearly as bad as it could have been. The bad news was, Taylor had just been asked a question. Aside from awkwardly murmuring a couple of words to Ms. Hamilton earlier, Taylor hadn’t spoken since being caught in panties. His real voice would obviously give him away. At the same time, he had no idea how to sound like a girl. Leaning into Ms. Hamilton’s assumption that he was a more shy and soft spoken girl, Taylor squeaked out a feminine, “Fifth grade.” Blushing furiously, he prayed that he didn’t sound like a guy who was faking it.
“Perfect!” Sarah exclaimed, “There’s a spot just for you over there.” She gestured to a clump of four desks, three of which were already taken. The girls were either studying or reading books, since Sarah clearly perceived him as someone who would fit in more with the quiet girls. Objectively, it was ideal, as minimal talking was the best approach at the moment. All Taylor had to do was hang out in daycare until Sarah and Ms. Hamilton were looking the other way. The only minor frustration was that he was a popular guy, and this was the last table he would normally pick. Not that he actually cared, since he had nothing to prove here and nothing in common with anyone in the classroom.
He followed Sarah to the spot near the corner, where she briefly introduced the three girls. Thankfully, she included Taylor’s name, meaning he could stay quiet for the time being. The arrival of a new girl didn’t change much. Once Sarah left, the bookish trio returned to quietly reading/working. While Taylor was relieved that he could just sit there without dealing with any smalltalk as a ‘fifth grader’ that would perpetually threaten to give away his gender, he was aware that he looked a bit out of place without anything to do. Since he didn’t have a backpack here like the rest of the girls, as his was back in his gym locker halfway across the building, he was a little bit nervous Sarah or Ms. Hamilton would ask about that. So far, it seemed like they had both forgotten about double checking the list he wasn’t on.
As for leaving, Taylor still wasn’t sure when the best time to make his escape would be. The classroom had two doors, which was helpful. He really doubted his ability to run in the Mary Janes, in case he was chased, and he also didn’t want to make a scene. Any number of students and teachers could still be around for whatever extracurriculars were going on today, and the only way he’d safely be able to make it to his locker was if there was some degree of stealth and caution used. That wasn’t going to be possible if Sarah was running after. She was a nerdy girl, and he was definitely faster as a baseball player, though could still draw unwanted attention by calling after him.
He was just going to have to bide his time. Maybe there was some game they’d play where he could inch towards one of the doors without being noticed. All throughout his brainstorming process, there was the persistent disbelief that he was actually mistaken as an eleven year old girl by everyone. It was a humiliating low, especially since he had succeeded in overcoming the height thing with his social status. The ‘little girl’ part of it was so much worse, even if he did have long hair.
After another few minutes, Ms. Hamilton got everyone’s attention and announced that they were going to start the afternoon with a few different stations. There would be puzzles at one table, arts and crafts at another, a couple different board games for girls that wanted to play, and the usual option to work quietly. None of the options were particularly active, which Taylor had been relying on. Since he didn’t have any homework on him, not to mention how his assignments were for high school classes, it probably wasn’t a good idea to just sit there and do nothing. So, going with the second best antisocial choice, Taylor went to work on a puzzle.
The girls at his table were a little more talkative than the previous one. He did his best to avoid conversation, keeping his eyes down and only speaking when absolutely necessary. As the ‘new girl,’ it wasn’t that strange to come across as shy/nervous/etc. Taylor just focused on the colorful butterflies he was slowly putting together on the desk in front of him.
Aside from the mental side of things, as he continued to be perceived in such a mortifying manner, there was also the physical he had to deal with. He was wearing a dress. Panties, too. His downward gaze also meant he constantly glimpsed the girly shoes as well. It was all so uncomfortable and unfamiliar compared to what he normally wore to school. Taylor tried to avoid fidgeting, as sitting still was the best way to keep as much focus away from himself as possible.
After twenty or thirty minutes, Ms. Hamilton told everyone that it was time to switch gears. They were going to play a round or two of Simon Says, so the girls could all re-energize. It was easily the worst choice of games, as it meant Taylor was going to be stuck participating while also having to stand more or less in the same spot during all the actions. He was tempted to mess up right away, to be involved as little as possible in the childish game. However, he wanted to stay under the radar; it would be better to play along until at least one or two others were out.
So, feeling absolutely ridiculous in his current getup and as he took his spot for a game he hadn’t played since elementary school, Taylor started copying the moves Ms. Hamilton simultaneously called out and physically demonstrated. “Simon says touch your toes” “Simon says hands on head.” “Simon says stand on one foot.” “Switch feet.” That’s all it took for a couple girls to be tricked. At that point, Taylor was comfortable following through with his plan, purposely falling for the next one so he could go stand off to the side.
He did the same thing for the next few rounds, feeling particularly embarrassed when the actions reminded him of his situation. Not that he needed much of a reminder, when he was surrounded by a classroom of girls who were waiting for their parents to pick them up. Still, something like ‘jump up and down’ made both his pigtails and his skirt bounce, and he also noticed along the way that he was basically the same height as the others. Definitely on the taller side, due to his age and gender, but not by much.
Once the third game was over, everyone was free to go back to the same activities as before, and encouraged to switch stations. Sarah made a point to walk Taylor over to the arts and crafts area, no doubt wanting to nudge the new girl to try different things. She informed him that there would normally be stuff to do outdoors. Since it was drizzling outside, they were restricted to the classroom at the moment. Taylor was fine with that; similar to his worries from before, there was a chance that one or more of his peers were hanging around after school for whatever reason. And, while he normally thrived when it came to physical activities, running around in a pink dress sounded terrible.
Taylor’s athletics were strong. His artistic abilities, however, were practically nonexistent. He settled on a box of colored pencils and a Color By Number book. It was one that had more involved drawings, for older girls to enjoy the simple, cathartic experience of coloring. Even so, he was too old and too mature for the experience. Like the previous table, he kept to himself for the most part, content to be the ‘quiet girl’ as he remained in the daycare classroom way longer than he had anticipated. Going to the bathroom wasn’t an option, either, as Ms. Hamilton had mentioned that girls needed an escort rather than a hall pass or whatever.
Before he knew it, parents started showing up. Not all at the same time, as they all had different reasons for having their daughters stay for an extra hour or so, but enough that Taylor was belatedly hit with a whole new problem. No one was coming to pick him up, as he wasn’t actually supposed to be here. It wasn’t as if Ms. Hamilton was simply going to let him leave when he was the last ‘girl’ there. Did he put himself through this extended humiliation just for her to find out who he really was anyway? Short of falling back on his original thought of making a break for it, he had no idea how that would play out.
As the room continued to clear out over the next ten or fifteen minutes, Taylor continued to quietly stress as he kept working on the coloring sheet. Eventually, Sarah came over. “Hey, Taylor? I’m done helping Ms. Hamilton for the day. Do you need a ride home?”
Was Sarah allowed to do that? Even if she was, Taylor didn’t want her knowing where he lived. Then again, he could always lie and have her drop him off down the block. Wait, then he’d have to walk through his neighborhood in a dress. Also, his car was still out in the school parking lot, while the keys and everything else was in his locker.
Despite all of that, he gave a nod and a quiet, “Yes.” One problem at a time. Right now, the priority was getting home and back into his own clothes; he could figure out the rest later.
“I thought you might,” she chuckled, “Tell you what. Give me a big smile, and I’ll give you a ride. Otherwise, we can go have a little chat with Ms. Hamilton about how you’re an asshole jock who’s secretly a little sissy.”
It took a moment for Sarah’s words to register. The friendly tone didn’t at all line up with what she actually said, and Taylor was also used to her being a nerdy girl who wouldn’t dare talk to a star athlete like that. Of course, he was far more concerned with the fact that the brunette before him apparently did know who he really was. And could easily rat him out if she wanted to.
When Taylor didn’t reply right away, Sarah said, “Go on, Taylor. Smile.” She held up her phone, not making any attempt to hide that she planned on taking a photo. Just for good measure, she added, “Not that it really matters. I have so many good pictures of you. I’m sure the whole school would love to see them.”
This was quickly turning into his worst case scenario. Sarah knowing might have actually been worse than Ms. Hamilton finding out, as she was a peer in a unique position to boss around a boy who normally walked all over girls like her. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t friends with his friends; a single group text from her, and the photos she was referencing would spread like wildfire.
With all that in mind, he forced a smile that wasn’t candid in the slightest. It looked more demure than anything else, with the way he kept his lips closed. “Real cute,” Sarah giggled. She snapped the photo, then took his hand. “Okay, let’s go.”
Taylor let her walk him out of the classroom, where he was assuming the risk of being seen was a lot lower now that so much time had passed since the final bell. The moment they were out of earshot of both the room itself and any parents that were around to pick up their girls on the later end, Taylor said, “Now, can I-”
“Ah, ah,” Sarah cut him off, “When you’re dressed like a little girl, you talk like a little girl. Understand?”
His head was still spinning. And talking in the girly pitch when Sarah was well aware that he was a classmate? It was a lot. He was also in no position to argue when he was still in the middle of the mess that a simple locker room prank had snowballed into. “I just need to go get my stuff,” he said, “I can drive myself.” God, it was so much worse saying full sentences as if he was a female tween, rather than the limited vocabulary he had managed to get away with earlier.
“Don’t be silly, Taylor!” she exclaimed, “A girl your age wouldn’t have any stuff in this building. This is a good look for you, by the way. Who knew that you really pick on girls because you secretly want to be one? Honestly, I’m not sure I would have recognized you if you hadn’t used your real name. But it’s a good thing I did. This is going to be so much fun!”
He hadn’t meant to use his real name! It just slipped out, as he had been flustered from being caught ‘streaking’ through the halls in panties. As for the rest, it wasn’t that Taylor specifically picked on girls. He just tended to tease and taunt the obvious targets; Sarah just happened to be one of them.
“So. Here’s what I’m thinking,” she continued, squeezing his hand and walking him towards the side door that led out to the parking lot, “I can keep this to myself, and I might even delete all the adorable photos from this afternoon. As long as you do a little something for me.”
As in, what? He had no idea what a girl like her would want. And asking meant he’d have to suffer through more of the girly voice. Instead, he kept quiet, assuming she was getting to her point regardless.
Sure enough, Sarah smirked and said, “I think you should come back to daycare tomorrow. In those shoes and another cute dress, of course. Oh, and definitely in panties like the ones you have on right now! Ms. Hamilton told me you were running around in My Little Pony panties? I think underwear like that is perfect for a sissy like you!”
Absolutely not. One day of a humiliating case of mistaken identity was bad enough. “I can’t,” he said, blushing deeply at how he was stuck using the girly voice, “I have baseball practice.” It wasn’t a lie. They didn’t practice on Monday, but he was committed to the team tomorrow.
“Then I guess you have a decision to make,” Sarah shrugged, “Do you want to be a boy, and have everyone know that you’re actually a little girl at heart? Or do you want to be a girl, and continue pretending to be a boy at school? Guess we’ll find out tomorrow after school!” Not pressing for an answer right away, she simply walked him to her car and opened the rear door. According to her, he was both too young and too short to sit in the front seat.
Aside from asking for his address to put into her GPS, Sarah didn’t tease him any further or imply anything else about the obvious leverage that she had. She was content with the sight of him in the rearview mirror, sitting in the back seat as if he was actually a girl who needed a ride home. Meanwhile, Taylor had to watch helplessly as his own car vanished from sight as they turned the corner. He probably wouldn’t get a fine for a single night of leaving it in the parking lot, though it did mean he would have to figure out how to get to school tomorrow. His sister didn’t have her license yet, and he also didn’t have his phone. Until he could figure out how to explain why he was home without his car, it would be difficult to ask anyone for a ride.
Speaking of Anna, there was a good chance she was home. Considering no one two feet away from him had noticed that he wasn’t actually a girl, Taylor wasn’t that worried about darting from Sarah’s car to the house. Getting to his bedroom would be a whole different story if Anna was pretty much anywhere but her own room.
“Here you are, Taylor!” Sarah said, as they pulled up to the curb, “What do you say?”
He had half a mind to just get out of the car. Instead, after making sure both of Sarah’s hands were on the wheel and her phone was nowhere in sight, he forced out a quiet, “Thank you.”
“What a well behaved little girl!” she grinned, “Bye, Taylor. See you tomorrow, maybe!”
After triple checking that no one was walking nearby, Taylor got out of the car and sprinted to the side of the house. He didn’t want to be seen on the off chance that Anna was looking out the window. And while he logically knew that their neighbors likely wouldn’t recognize him in his current state, it didn’t keep him from being nervous about it while it was still light outside.
Slipping in through the garage, briefly stopping to see if there was anything he could use to cover up or change into, Taylor braved the house itself. Calling for his sister was a terrible idea. Instead, he carefully and quietly padded down the hall. Where was the closest change of clothes? Both his bedroom and the laundry room were on the second floor.
Sarah having pictures was bad enough. If Anna saw him like this, he was dead.
Finally, Taylor caught a lucky break. The first floor was empty, and he eventually resorted to racing up the stairs and to his room before Anna left hers. If she was home at all, as she could easily be at a friend’s place. Either way, Taylor made it safely to his bedroom, where he promptly locked the door and closed the curtains.
Safe. For now. Even so, he quickly stripped himself of the dress, the panties, and the shoes. Then he stuffed them under his covers, as if someone would burst in any second and see that he had just been dressed up like a girl. After pulling on a pair of boxers and some of his own clothes, he flopped down onto the bed and took a deep breath. He still had to undo the pigtails; that would just be more involved than changing, and potentially require seeing himself in the mirror with braided hair.
He already knew what he had to do in order to keep Sarah from totally ruining his reputation. That’s why she hadn’t pressed that hard about it. Baseball practice or not, Taylor was going to have to swallow his pride and go through another round of daycare. Either Sarah was assuming that’s what he would do, or she was happy with either outcome.
Speaking of his pigtails, Taylor realized that it wasn’t nearly as simple as showing up to the classroom after school. To keep up the charade, he was going to have to find a new dress to wear. And a new pair of panties.
Without a car, he really only had one option. He was going to have to ‘borrow’ some of his sister’s old clothes, bring them to school, and change into them after P.E. All so he could skip practice for the sake of pretending to be a tween girl for the second afternoon in a row.
