Karyn wondered what Jon would be doing to blend in with the girls at their new school. She assumed that he would be forced to wear girl's clothing. But would he wear makeup? Would he change his hairstyle? She assumed that the changes would be mostly cosmetic. After all, she knew some girls that could pass as guys as long as they kept their clothes on.
The reality was different.
Jon woke up the next morning and got dressed. It had been months and he still wasn't used to the jiggle of his breasts. The gene therapy he had gone through to give him tits helped him blend in, but he sometimes wished he hadn't chosen to have such a large cup size. It was only luck so far that had kept him from having to fully undress in front of the other girls. The gym showers had individual stalls and, since most of the girls weren't interested in seeing each other naked, they didn't bother looking at his crotch. He had stooped to getting boobs; giving up his penis to stay at school was a last resort.
Jon's hair was styled in a short, but girly, fashion and he was adept at putting on makeup. He spent time with the tomboys mostly because of Karyn, but preferred to hang out with the girly girls. He had even had invitations to try out for the cheerleading squad, but was to afraid that something would happen to reveal his gender to show up.
Jon put on his favorite skirt and blouse combo, a pair of high heels that murdered his feet and went out to meet Karyn.
