I Am Now Officially Boyified.

Ronnie meets her long term stylist and is transformed into a boy for the first time.

      I stood there, shocked for a moment. Before I said anything, I thought about it. Yes, as ridiculous as it sounds, I did. My parents were both in a coma from a car accident a few months ago, so I mostly live by myself. Since I barely have enough money to eat with, I couldn't go to school anymore. My dream changed from getting a great job to actually getting into a decent college.
      Besides, I was a junior, and they paid for 2 years.... doesn't that mean it's free? Saying yes sounded better and better. But then I realized something that he said. Something that I should PROBABLY not overlook.
      "Roller Academy.... All-boy boarding school, Did you say?"
      Chase nodded sheepishly. "I wanted to offer it to other boys, but Jordan's girlfriend of the week was just crushed by one so he said no boy should be granted such an honor after they hurt his girl." He said exasperatedly.
      This Jordan dude sounded like an idiot. Before I could even think, I gave him my answer. "I'll take it." WHAT? I was supposed to say "No way, you creep. Get the hell away from me!"
      But I hesitated before changing my answer. It sounded like fun. And I can actually get into school again! Yeah, maybe I'll see how it goes. What have I got to lose, right?
      Chase, on the other hand, looked like he was about to cry. Over the fence, he hugged me bone crushingly hard.
      I blushed, since he could probably feel all my sweat and smell it too. If he did, he showed no sign of it. He just grinned and said, "Good. Pack, ‘cause your leaving Sunday."
      Sunday...  that would be… tomorrow?!?!? Uh oh. "Chase? I wear girl clothes..."
      Chase wacked himself in the forehead, and it sounded like it hurt. a lot. I used all my will power to keep from laughing.
      He told me while rubbing his forehead, "Let's go shopping, Ronnie."
      Before I could refuse, he dragged me by the arm along the fence until we came to the opening. He pulled me through and pulled me to his car, which was, God so help me, a Porsche. It was beautiful. He threw me into the passenger’s seat. Literally. I barely had time to right myself before he took off at 90 miles per hour. I screamed the whole way. It usually takes fifteen minutes to get to the mall from the track, but with Chase, it took only three.
      "Maniac." I muttered.
      After  four long, painful hours of shopping, he finally called it a day. I had bags filled with shirts, jeans, hoodies, everything from Abercrombie Fitch, J. Crew, American Eagle, and everywhere else. This Jordan kid must be rich!                               
      Back in the car, I gave Chase directions to my house. As he pulled into my driveway, he reminded me for the tenth time already. "I'll pick you up by 10 AM Sharp tomorrow. I'll bring the wig and cloth to cover.. er... cover your-"
      "I got it, Chase" I interrupted, and went into the house.
      It was dark and lonely, and I couldn't help but feel a bit happy that I'd be able to go someplace else to live. I threw everything I bought, some pads, toothbrush, underwear, a few bras just in case, some of my favorite things, and my track sneakers and shorts into a huge suitcase and zippered it up for tomorrow. I plopped into my bed, not even bothering to change into my PJs. I set my alarm for 9:30 and went to bed almost instantly.

 

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      Dynamite by Taio Cruz was the sound I woke up to. I was dead tired, but then I remembered what happened last night. I rubbed away all signs of drowsiness and got up.
      After a nice long shower and breakfast, I heard the doorbell ring. Right on time. I opened the door, and was pushed aside by Chase that was holding a tall thing covered by a blanket, and a pretty, but old lady holding a big bag. I didn't even have time to wonder what was in it.
      Chase smiled at me and walked out of the word without another word. The pretty woman introduced herself as Carol Evens, and she was now my stylist.
      "For what?" I asked.
      She smiled kindly at me and said, "Chase couldn't help but notice that.. well his exact words were, 'Ronnie dresses like some dude.' so he hired me as your stylist for the next 2 years."
      I cocked my head, still confused. I thought I just needed to put on a wig, and cover my size B chest and we'd be out the door.
      Carol must have sensed my confusion because she elaborated more. "He understands that you will be dating, and you might not want to have on... well... THAT."
      She pointed at my outfit. I looked down and saw that I was wearing my jean cutoffs and an old faded t shirt. "I like my looks just fine!" I insisted.
      I didn't even want to THINK about dating pigs. Carol gave me a look. "Believe me, you'll need me. And I also happen to be a pro at disguises."
      She winked. She ripped the blanket off the tall object Chase wheeled in, and saw it was a mirror. She put it in front of me so I could see what she was doing. 
      Carol took my shirt off and took a tube looking thing out. She asked me to hold it, and it felt firm enough to keep it from falling, but soft enough to pass for the way a stomach would feel.
      "Lift your arms." Carol ordered.
      I did as I was told, and she slipped the tube on me. My bra straps still poked out, but other then that I looked flat as paper. Carol reached into her bag again and took out another bag. It was an Adidas bag that she threw at me.
     "Put this on." She commanded, already turning away to get something else.

      I took out a white collar shirt and put it on. I grimaced. It was cold and stiff, one of the things I hate the most when it comes to clothes. But I didn't dare complain. Carol looked like she would bite my head off if I didn't obey her every command. 
      Khakis came next. They were really baggy, and I liked them immediately. My style. White Nike sneakers and a navy blue blazer were in there too.
      I put both of them on and presented myself to Carol.
      She looked me up and down and a grin slid onto her face. "Ya look good!" She told me.
      I blushed and waited for her next order. She brought a wig out from behind her back. "Whala!"
     The wig was the exact same color as my curly chocolate brown hair. The wig had its hair cut into layers from super short to reach-your-eye short. I loved it. It wasn't even my hair, but I loved it. This would be SO much fun!

 

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       After Carol put the wig on me, we were done. It was 11:15, and Chase wasn't supposed to come pick me up 'till 12. I made Carol a cup of coffee and we went to the living room to talk.
       Apparently, she was supposed to give me boy lessons. We started off by talking really low. She was actually really good at it, and after a lot of tries, we decided that my voice was low enough. Carol told me I had a weird voice since I was a girl because it was husky and not really high. I liked it that way, since cheerleaders had high pitched voices and they were annoying as poop.
      By 12, I was able to show Chase my boy-walk, and a nod a him saying, " Ey, 'Sup?" and walking on.
      Chase laughed shaking his head. "It'll have to do for now. Bye Carol! I'll give RonRon your number just in case she has a date or something!"
      He winked at me. I glared at him and called, "Bye Carol!"
      Chase grabbed my suitcase, and we were off!  When we were halfway down the street, I realized I basically just left a stranger at my house. Whatever. I was going back to school.

Author's Note

Now the action begins.(;