My, My High School at Last

Eight years down and four years to go - With a wonderfull summer of dressing up and shopping with Mother behind me I started my freshman year in High school. Talk about scared, that was what I was. Even though the freshman class was made up of almost all of me grade school class, and only about one sixth of

of the total class, but this omly accounted for maybe one sixteenth of the total school. With those odds you would think I could get lost in that school for 4 years and dress and do as I liked. But, NOOO!, that was not how it was. First of all, everybody had to take physical fittness in one form or another. A letter from a doctor only allowed me to avoid the harder sports and excercises but not P.E. . So for my freshman year I had to attend classes at the schools' swimming pool, and they tried to teach me to swim. no luck I couldn't even float, and I almost drowned. When I started High School I was 5' 11" and only weighted 105 lbs. as it turns out I did not have enough body fat to float, strike that from the list. For the second half of my freshman year it was tennis, with equally bad results no hand eye coordination. Next they tried track. this was almost as bad, except for running. The only part of track that I didn't try to kill myself in was mid distance running. This seemed to be my sport after that except for one half of a year when I was required to take health and another half a year for sex education, I was on the track team. The 1000 meters and 4000 meter relay. Sence I was on the track team if it was not track season I would not have to dress out just go to a study hall or the library, So for most of the year I could wear what I wanted. In fact, I got good enough in track to letterin iit, I was very proud of that. But I have gotten ahead of my story. Sence I had to dress out for P.E. no ladies panties. I had to wear regular boy clothes, For the next year and a half my time with my mother as a young lady was limited to the afternoons and the holidays and summers. In the middle of my sophomore year my dad passed away from cancer. This hurt me very much and mother cried for a week. She seemed to lean on me more than ever. After the first month she seemed to recover most of her composer. From this time on when I was home I was in womans clothes. By the end of my sophmore year mom appeared to be back to her normal self. And that was the year that Mom and I started taking vacations as mother and daughter for the month of July each year. I still did not go out in public by my self, only with Mom. Being on the track team had its advantages, Girls, as I said before I am hetro. Although I loved to dress as a girl, strike that , "YOUNG LADY" at home, by the begining of my junior year I had been exposed to the exciting world of dating girls and all that entaled. Again I am getting ahead of my story. So back to my freshman year. In my freshman year, my home room teacher, Ms Jones, was my English teacher. She was also the Drama instructer and sponsor for the Daram club.So I had her for homeroom and English that year. She got me interested in the Drama club in my freshman year. Not much of a Club as the school was a vocational high school with a student body of about 350 and made up of about 85 percent boys and 15 percent girls. The club had 12 boys and 1 girl in it. I enjoyed being in the Drama club for several reasons; 1) I could learn about how to put on a play and how to act before an audance. Some students may of thought the next part of the drama club was not enjoyable for them and one of the boys quit the club rather than play the part of a female. In every play we did with more than one female character in it, one or more of us boys get to be a girl. Well lets see who do you think that would be? One of the 10 jocks or the kid with an overeating problem or little old 5'10" 105 lbs me? You guessed it me!! I learned a great deal from the female parts I played in those years. This was do to our coach / sponsor. Ms Jones had a degree in education with a minor in performing arts. She had parts in a couple of off broadway plays before moving to our town. She spent many hours helping me look more like a woman for the parts I play. for example, one day she told all the boys to bring in a bag of short grain rice and a pair of mens dress socks the type that made of nylon. I had no idea what they were for till I got to the club meeting the next day. We had a little lecture on how to create a pair of breasts for those of us who had to play female roles in the plays. She had each of us make our own set and bring them in for the next club meeting. No one had to wear them except when the role called for them. That is everyone but me, I wear a pair of them almost every day at home and as I got older the socks got fuller. And a third reason was it gave me an oportunity to appear as a female before large groups of people and build my confidence as a woman. Ms Jones never said anything that would make me think she knew about my feminine side or pleasure I got from 'Dressing UP'. In one way I was lucky, I didn't start getting a beard until the last half of my junior year at high school so till then makeup was no problem. After I started developing a dark beard Ms. Jones showed me how to use a combinations of different colors of foundation and liqiud makeups to cover the dark shadow left by even the closest shave. She showed me how to use makeup to give me the ilusion of breast cleavage. This was used to make me look more feminine in low cut dresses. Ms Jones and I got to be quite good friends in the three years she was my coach. She left the school towards the end of my junior year at school at what the school said was her request. I called her after she left and we made a date to meet for a soda at the mall across town that Mom and I always shopped at. Mom wanted to meet her and sugested that I come out to her as she had now left the school. Mom and her daugther arrived abourt 15 minutes early and took a table in the corner of the food court. I was wearing a pink sweater with a scoop neckline and a pink wool mini skirt. to top the outfit off I wore black panty hose with 3 inch heels. When Ms Jones arrived she did not seem to reconize me until I walked up to her and introduced myself and asked her to call me Roxie Ann. She look me up and down then hugged me and said " If I hadn't seen you in those female parts I would not have recognized you. You really look great!! ". we walked over to where Mom was setting and I introduced Mom to her. We talked for several minutes then I asked her why she left school. she said that three of the girls in her advanced English class had accused her of making sexual advances towards them. This accured after she had told them that they were going to fail do to their poor work and the classes they missed. She said that school took the girls word over hers and asked her to leave. She could have asked for a formal hearing before the school board but she was afraid the whole thing would then ruin her whole carear. As a post script the new English teacher gave Ms. Jone's classes end of term tests and the three girls who accused her failed badly. She was vindicated but not asked to return. My senior year was to say the least confussing. The year that should have been my happiest turned out to be one of sadness and deep thought . I had to deside what I was going to do with the rest of my life. Mother's health changed rapidly for the worse and I had to get a part time job after school to help out. With the mounting doctor bills and Mom having to cut back on her job any chance of going to collage was gone. I had no work experence or trade to fall back on. I had taken 2 years of vocational training in electricity and electronics but with out a degree of a sponser into the union that training only helped if I went into the armed forces. In the end I went with what my mother wanted. She had wanted me to go into the army as my dad had done during WWII. But not the army but the Navy , So one month after graduation I was at Boot Camp. This is where the schooling part of my life ended.