Disguised in Skirts (Part 3)
By Clare Cavendish
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It was morning break when they arrived and Roger just wanted to sink through the ground as he walked down the corridors holding his mother's hand - every single girl seemed to be staring at him, guessing his guilty secret.
Miss Jacobs was a tall darkly attractive woman wearing an elegant pale blue suit with a silk tie-neck blouse. She came round her huge desk staring at Roger as she came.
"My God! Is this really a boy?" She asked. Roger blushed.
"He was the last time I looked", my mother laughed.
"He's very convincing - very convincing indeed. I would never have guessed. What do you call him?"
"Rita. Say how do you do, Rita."
"How do you do?" Roger muttered.
"Very well thank you, Rita," Miss Jacobs smiled.
"Well, what do you think?" his mother asked.
"No problem, Annie. No problem at all, providing Rita is prepared to play her part providing she is prepared to behave properly as a girl - no fighting or anything like that."
"There will be no problems, Hazel. I give you my word. Right, Rita?"
"Yes." Roger whispered. What else could he do?
The next day was spent buying the school uniform - green gymslips, green gingham summer dresses, green school coat, green knickers, white blouses and socks and two pairs of simple flat heeled black shoes. They did not, of course, have to buy any sportswear.
As soon as they got home Roger was made to parade around in his new school uniform. His mother was delighted with the whole outfit. Roger groaned inwardly as he realised that in three and a half weeks he would be wearing it everyday. He had tried several times to convince his mother that the danger of his father finding them had long past - they had been safe for nearly a month, but she would have none of it.
And so it was that Roger gradually learned to be a girl - to be Rita in more than just a name. His first few weeks at school were a nightmare as he tried to fit in with his giggling feminine companions, as he learned not only the normal school lessons but found himself learning how to cook and dance. But he was and intelligent lad and, like most children, extremely adaptable.
Thus he slowly came to accept his new life as a girl.
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