“Yes,” Miss Greenfield nods. “As of right now, regardless of what is locked in your panties, you are a girl. Fail to behave in a lady-like fashion—either in language, action, or dress and your time with me will be extended.”  

“A g-girl…?” Henry muttered, now starting to shake.  

Henry turned to look into the mirror. No longer did he see his flat chest, boy band good looks, or even just recognize the reflection as his own.

“A girl….?” He gasped in reaction.

“Yes, Miss Henry, you are a girl for the rest of this semester and you better act like it.” Miss Greenfield reinforced, touching his quivering sides. 

Standing over him, she stared into his eyes through the reflection in the mirror and smiled.

“There’s a reward for any faculty or student who can prove that you have engaged in unladylike behavior!” Miss Greenfield explains, fixing his hair.  

Pleased it was again neat and tidy, she turned and held up his new school uniform. The dress he’d been so defiant to wear. “Sweetheart. Please.”

As Henry slipped it over his head, he was mortified. He was going to school as a girl! All his friends and all the girls were going to see him mincing from class to class in a pretty dress with fake breasts! Worse than that, rather than fading into the background, EVERYONE would be watching him every day, all day, just waiting for him to mess up!  

He wanted to plead for mercy, but the words wouldn’t come. 

“There we go,” Miss Greenfield says, flapping down the skirt of his dress. “You look so elegant, young lady. Time for a bit of makeup to really set you off!”

As she sat him down in front of the mirror once more, Henry had an out-of-body experience. He could feel her applying mascara and eyeliner, but he felt like he was watching from above. He felt like that all the way to his school, too. Unable to believe what was happening. The only thing grounding him to the situation was the pinch of his cage around his balls as he tried to sit in his dress.