//------------------------------// // A New Day: 3 // Story: Mixed Identity // by Kentavritsa //------------------------------// . As I am waking up, the room is dark. Maybe I had woken up, just a bit earlier than I had been expecting? A moment after I had woken up and opened my eyes, I notice how the room slowly grows lighter; the light overhead, in the form of LED pin-prick stars brightens. A Star Scape, as if I had been sleeping directly under the open sky. As the light goes brighter, I can see details around myself; soon recognizing the room, in which I had gone to bed the night before. Even if it had been a bit early. Hadn't it? Of course, I had gone to bed early. I had wanted to get an early start, on my stay here. If I go to bed early, I could go up earlier; rather than going up late, poorly prepared for the new day ahead of me. If I had read the statement; “School for Little Girls”; but I must have ignored the part stating “for little Girls”. My head, still resting comfortably on the crystal clear Pillow, just as my body still lie under the crystal clear Quilt. The mate black sheet my body still is resting upon. I realize, that the quilt lay smooth; exactly where it lay, when I had gone to bed the night before. Curiously enough, it had not moved an inch. The quilt still refuses to move. I can’t lift my hands up. A moment later, I realize, I can still move freely under the quilt; but the quilt still refuses to move, leaving me seemingly trapped under the quilt. However, I do manage to slip my hands out, from under the quilt. From there, I can still fold the corner up against the wall; whereupon I slide my feet out from under the quilt, finding myself sitting comfortably on the bed in which I had been sleeping all night. . As I am looking down, I can still see the metallic bloody red pajamas I had slipped into the day before. Only now, it had coloured me as a Girl. Just as the instruction had promised. Well, but of course it had. I feel strange, as the realization is hitting home. My hands and feet had become delicate, my arms and legs slender; just the way you expect, from the little girl I apparently had become overnight. How long would this last? I had no idea. Maybe I should not care? After all, it is too late to worry about it now. It isn’t, as if I could turn back into the boy I had been as late, as the night before. Now could I? Either way, I had been promised I could attend the school; if the promise still holds up, at least I have that to look forwards to. . I am walking the short distance, from where I had sat on my bed, all the way over to the doors to my wardrobe. A bit unsure of myself, and a less than comfortable gait. My body had changed, adjusted to the female form of the girl I am now. Every detail, unfamiliar; just different enough, to make it an even greater challenge. Nothing between my legs, just a small mound representing what I had been turned into; while I do feel an increased weight on my chest, even if it is so small it barely registers. Just enough, to make the point. “Okay..” I ponder; “I guess this will be an experience, not soon forgotten; an educational experience, even before I had even gotten to class!” I conclude, giggling at myself. My voice had changed, even if just a little bit. I had not been old enough to sound like a man before, so the changes are minuscule, delicate and decidedly life-changing all the same. Once I reach the wardrobe, I open the doors to the daytime wears; scanning the interior, for what I am looking forwards to wear for the rest of the day. Remembering the instructions, I slip out of what I wear; leaving the pajamas on the floor of the wardrobe, before I pick up a pair of Silicone White panties that does appear to be in my size. At least, I hope it is; even if the panties do look just one size too small, even for my diminutive form as the girl I am now. It is too late, to complain; too late, by far. I can but hope, I can find myself comfortable; for the duration of my studies, and that I can return to be the boy I had been. How much of my Identity had I pinned on my Sex, my Gender; I guess I had never really thought about it, or taken the time to actually consider it. Maybe that is for the better, now. I could consider that, later; once I had come back from school, and finished what Homework I were to be looking forwards to. What should have been a hearty chuckle, now a delicate and melodious giggle. I find myself giggling, again and again. It comes easy, natural to me now. Shouldn’t it? Even with the situation as it is, I still find myself enjoying myself and the situation I had just woken up to; even as new and unfamiliar as it may be to me, right now. I pretend I will be permitted to attend to the class I had been promised; pinning all my hope on the promise, I had been looking forwards to. Is it foolish, or childish of me? Well, maybe I am just acting my age? What had you been expecting out of me, I just look forwards to what I had been expecting. If I am not permitted to participate, or if it is not what I had been expecting; I will be disappointed, thoroughly crushed. But until then, I intend to keep my spirit high. Do I have a choice? Well, who cares? As I had extracted the panties, I step into them right and left; pulling them all the way up over my hips, only to afford them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. With satisfaction, I find the panties fitting me quite well; even if they are quite tight, but with a liquid elasticity I had not been expecting. “These should keep my Privates Private!” I ponder, once more giggling. Since all the delicate parts had been coated or covered by the smooth surface, that makes up the panties I had chosen; I guess my most private parts had been protected from undue, dirty looks. I had chosen these panties, from the selection I had been offered. Just as I had chosen to start with the panties; a part of the underwear, on display in what is now my wardrobe for the duration of my stay. After a moment of further searching, I soon find a matching top; what had been a top by necessity before, still is a top now. Had I been older, but I am still not old enough to have breasts large enough to warrant a brassier. Maybe, just maybe; this is for the better, as it is not putting this issue in my face. For now, my top is little more than a short shirt, such as I had been wearing before; at least, on informal occasions. The top only reaches down to an inch or two above the lower edge of my rib-cage, but still. It does feel a bit weird. Maybe I can see it as part of the class, a lesson in what it is like to be a girl? I had chosen to take this class, even if I had not been required to do so. I will learn things, I had not been prepared for; things I could never have been prepared for, as the boy I was when I signed up for this class. In a few years, when I will develop an interest for Girls; I will be very grateful for this experience, as it may help me understand the girl of my interest, like no Boy was intended to. Why turn down an advantage, I may need in the future; when I have the opportunity, I had chosen to accept before I had realized what I am being given? That would be ill-adviced. Wouldn’t it? Besides; it is still to late, for me to back out of the situation I had placed myself in. While still unfamiliar, I find I am getting used to the clothes I had before me; they are growing on me, as the expression goes. If it is too late, to turn back; but at least, I start finding myself growing comfortable in my situation. I had slept on the matter, even if I may have been oblivious of it back then; but maybe it is still making it easier, to get used to this in this manner. I had simply woken up, as the little girl I see in the mirror; preparing for my first day at school, and the first class is almost upon me. The next item before me, is a pair of matching, Silicone white knee-long toe stockings with a rather effeminate appearance to them. As I pick up the right stocking, I lift up my foot and slip it into the stocking; finding its liquid elasticity aiding me, as it is eagerly swallowing my foot whole. The inner surface is smooth, as expected; feeling almost as if it had been wet, possibly lubricated. My toes find themselves sliding into place, making for a quite comfortable fit I could not complain about. Now, could I? “A bit tight, but they do fit me well!” I breathe. I put my right foot down onto the floor, initially fearing I would slip; but soon find myself standing securely, on the floor. Now I simply repeat the process, only to find myself standing on my own too feet. No point in complaining, or bemoaning my situation; I still want to go to the school I had been promised, and I distinctly look forwards to learn all they have put before me. “I guess it is time, to try the skirt on!” I ponder, as I find myself extracting it from within the wardrobe before me. Just as with the panties, I step into the skirt: right and left, pulling it all the way up over my hips. The skirt hugs my form, just as it is hiding the white panties I had put on. This is a knee-length skirt, or so I had been made to understand; even if I see three inches of skin between the skirt and the stockings I had already slipped on. Or, in? I find myself enjoying the tight skirt I had just slipped into. Its liquid elasticity makes it easy to move, even with the tightness of the skirt I wear in mind. Curiously enough, the skirt is a deep purple, not quite Lavender; but glossy, a glistering effect applied to it for my girlish sensibilities. Had I been the only one to wear it, as it is in my room; I may have been embarrassed to wear the skirt, but as long as I am not alone I could get used to it. Still, I do feel a light blush coming on, caused by the skirt I wear. “That was easy..” I ponder; “but I am not quite done, yet!” I continue; “Now I just need to put the blouse on, and I should be ready to go out!” I conclude, giggling, to myself once more. I find the matching blouse I am looking for, extracting it from within my wardrobe; slipping my right and left hand in through the respective sleeve, in turn. That was easy. But, what had I been expecting? It is just the sleeves of a regular Blouse. Even if this still is the same line of clothes Rarity had been producing for us. A bit tight, but still quite comfortable. Did Rarity intend for us to get used to flaunt and showcase our assets? The once I have not yet developed, that is. Well, I guess I still find it funny; as I find myself giggling, still. In the end, I button the blouse up; all the way from the first button all the way down, to the very last one at the top just under my shin. It had just felt right, so I went with it. I had not pictured the button to be there, to make the point out of leaving it unbuttoned. Shows my age, and just how little I know. Doesn’t it? I don’t mind. I take a step back from the wardrobe, secure in having concluded the process; before I close the doors to the wardrobe, before I turn my back on the wardrobe and walk up to the door to my living room. Just as the instruction had stated, I lift up my right hand; extending the palm of the hand onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door. The door slides up, admitting me entrance to my living room; I step into the room, only for the door to slide shut behind me just as I had cleared the threshold. Quietly. I had even failed to notice, that the door had already closed behind me. . Before me, I can see Rarity; where she is standing before me, waiting for me to emerge from my bed room. “Good Morning, Miss Meteor!” she greets me. “Just call me Myne, please!” I respond. “Then, by all means; call me Rarity!” she is presenting herself. “Good Morning, Rarity!” I respond. <--- --- ---> Accepted