There are times that a rare opportunity arises that is so outrageous, and yet so perfect, that you can't help but go for it. I am Kyle Beckwith, a high school sophmore formerly in San Franciso. My parents were never married, and I was something of an accident between two career driven professionals who had no time or interest in a family, and who lived on opposite sides of the country, and who happened to produce a kid.
As a result, I have bounced between the two, staying with my dad most of the time, ironically. And so this is how the story really begins.
I received word from my dad that he was going to be overseas on a project, and I would have to spend the next school term with my mother. She never had much time for me, but was ok with the idea of me moving into her North Carolina condo, as long as it didn't disrupt her busy lifestyle and travels. They both figured I was old enough to take care of myself without a nanny, so the arrangements were made and then I was informed. Fortunately school hadn't started yet, so my mother graciously completed and enrollment form and I received an email from the school counselor with a 'suggested schedule.'
Here's where things really got interesting- and I put together a scheme so audacious that, if it succeeded, I would have an interesting year in North Carolina, indeed! When I received the sample schedule, my mother's handwritten enrollment form for me had sloppily written Kyle so it looked more like 'Kylie". The schedule was made out for 'Kylie Beckwith' and the counselor had assumed that I was a female. I was even in a girls PE class! She wrote a note asking if I had any special interests and that there were a lot of activities for 'young ladies' in their school!
This was hilarious! But it got me thinking. You see, I consider myself bi, but I always leaned toward an interest in guys. I would even fantasize about girls in my school going out with a guy to park or getting hit on by a guy, and wandered how it felt. It wasn't that I considered myself to be a girl, I just had this whole thing about a guy thinking I was a girl and then hitting on me.
I started to plan my scheme- getting so excited that I couldn't hardly sleep. My mother would be gone most of the time, and even when she was around, she wasn't remotely interested in my activities. I definitely had the soft features that would work- I hadn't even came close to needing to shave, and had little to no hair on my chest or legs at all. Mom had a cleaning service come in once a week to do the laundry, so I figured I could pick up an assortment of female clothes and make the switch with no one knowing the difference. If it fell through and I was discovered somehow, I could always insist on being sent to my dad, wherever he happened to be.
I corresponded with the school counselor as "kylie" to firmly establish my character with her, before I arrived. I even mentioned some fictitious activities that I had been involved in, such as the girl's swim team.
As the time got closer to my move, I got more and more excited. My dad was surprised I was taking it so well, but I just told him that I was ready to 'spend more time with mom.' In reality, I would lay in bed and fantasize being Kylie, and flirting with the southern dudes in NC without somebody smashing my face in and calling me a fag or queer.
The day finally arrived, and my mother had me picked up at the airport (she was too busy to make a personal appearance). I saw her later in the evening, and she apologized for her busy schedule, but told me that we would plan some quality time later on. I was getting more and more nervous about school, and even started practicing my speech to try to sound more like a girl. This could be harder than I thought! Fortunately for me, the kids my just think my California accent was why my voice sounded different- and so I planned on some extra perfume and began to gather in female accessories.
My first day at Madison High School arrived, and I wore some 'generic clothes' with some accessories and another shirt packed in a bag, so my mother wouldn't question me. No matter, she talked on her cell phone over breakfast and barely seemed to notice me. She apologized for not dropping me off on her way to the airport, and made sure that I had the house keys so I could get inside after school. It looked like I was going to be taking a city bus until I could get my driver's license or catch a ride with friends. I was used to city transportation in San Francisco, so it wasn't a big deal. Since my mother was concerned with making her arrangements, I was able to slip into the bathroom and slip into some other clothes and shoes, and put on some light makeup. I realized that I would probably have to start shaving the little hair I had on my legs and armpits as well. My hair was already pretty long, so I was able to pull it back into a small pony tail and, for good measure, I put on some nail polish and a little stuffing in the bra. I wasn't really too keen on nail polish, but it would give me an edge until I established my new identitity with the staff and other students. I looked in the mirror- not too bad. I would probably know within the first hour if this was going to work or not.
I slipped out unnoticed, and headed to the transit stop. I wandered what kind of kids were going to be at this new school and if any guys would even have an interest in me. A weird thought came to me- what would it be like the first time a guy made a move on me and kissed me- or more than that, started to 'feel me up?' I realized that from now on, I'd have to find a way to hide any boners that would show, or someone might feel if they happened to put their hand between my legs.
To be continued.........