Disclaimer: story is fictional, name involved and event that followed were fictional creations by the author and by no means involves real life events.
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When I was little, my mom used to tell me that she really wished I was a girl and that was why she used a lot of Asian home remedies to boast the estrogen level during pregnancy. However, that did not change my biological gender but had a profound impact on my physical appearance.
I was born prematurely in a city in Asia. I remembered that I struggled to gain weight as a child and always maintained a slender figure. Due to the high level of estrogen I was exposed to, I had developed numerous feminine features during development: my silky black hair always seemed to grow faster than my peers, my chins and jawlines always appeared softer and smaller than the boys of my age, and I also liked how my lips are always fuller, making my appearance resembling the Barbies I adored growing up. Seeing my increasingly feminine features and my naturally feminine demeanor, my family decided to raise me as a girl and started teaching me traditional female virtues.
I turned 18 towards the end of high school, and as I approached puberty I started noticing more physical changes: my hair has grown passed my shoulder and has become thicker than before, my eyebrows and eyelashes have become more luscious, my Adam's apple has failed to develop and my voice remained feminine and was devoid of traditional male harshness, my breast has further develop and I started wearing B cup bra for support, my hip also became more pronounced, and with my slim waste, I started to develop the so-called hourglass figure.
While in high school, the school was trying to organize a ballet team to compete with other regional schools. They didn't have any issue finding male participants but were short on female dancers due to the extremely high male to female ratio at the time. They had to lower the requirement for female dancers time and time again to fill the team, even though the original requirement was purely appearance based. When the school principle ran out of options to fill the last spots at the end of the last day, my teacher recommended the idea to use me as the last girl due to my feminine appearance despite my birth gender.
"The competition requires certain number of male and female students you know." I heard the principle loudly saying to my teacher. I was waiting nervously alone in the classroom since it was already after school hours. I was always shy and never thought I would have a chance to perform on the stage. But now that there is an opportunity to compete as a ballerina, I actually became more excited at this rare chance. After another twenty minutes or so, I heard my teacher's heels clapping down the hallway towards the classroom. I nervously stood up, straightened my school skirt, anxiously waiting for the verdict.
"So the principle wants to see you in his office." she said to me. Seeing my obvious nervousness, she then told me "you will be fine Chell." I looked her in the eyes as she gave me the last reassurance, and then prepared myself for my first interview. As I was walking towards the office I became increasingly nervous, the clapping sound from my school shoe's short heel slowed down as I turned the corner. It was already dark, I just wanted to get it over with. I took another deep breath, and knocked on the door.
"Come on in." I heard the principle saying from inside. I nervously entered the room: the principle's office is at a separate wing from the main building, and due to the emptiness of the school, the door made a loud echo sound that genuinely startled me. I saw the principle stood up from his chair and started walking towards me. Mr. Sawat was a heavy man in his 50s. Not a lot was knew about him but the story around the town was that his wife left him right before he was forced to transfer from another city to my small town. The room had an unpleasant smell when I walked in, I initially thought it was the smell from the bathroom nearby, but the true source became evident as he slowly approached me -- it was Mr. Sawat. My 5 foot 4 frame appeared severely inadequate in front of this 6 foot 2 bear, even with the help of my 2 inch heels.
"You must be Chell, wow you are as gorgeous as promised!" he said, while wrapping his grease stained hand around my white school shirt, pushing me towards a worn brown leather couch at the corner of his office. "go ahead and sit, make yourself comfortable." he gave me a very unpleasant smile while walking back to his chair. I was quite overwhelmed by all this and blindly stared into his eyes for clues, when I noticed his eyes were moving up and down my body. I was scared, but I also remembered my teaching to respect the elder male members of the society with the utmost respect. So I swallowed some saliva, slowly sat down on the couch while tucking my blue pleated knee length school skirt under my thighs, and tilting my white-pantyhose covered legs slightly away from his direct eye sight.
