Becoming Paula

After about three or four more stores and carrying several bags for the girls, we wound up in one of the restaurants in the mall. I helped the girls with their chairs I really think they would have stood there till I did. They all three were looking at me as we began talking. Talking, they were grilling me. They asked why I was at the mall. I tried lying to them but they didn’t buy it. I finally broke down and told them I came there to be around people and that this is the type of thing I do with my free time. I told them that I had not had a date in three years and it was either hang here or hang at home.

Then I broke down and told them my whole story. When I first stated school, I was tall for my age. I was nearly 5 feet by the end of the second grade but my growth slowed down and even the girls started out growing me. From the third grade through high school, I grew a little more than 4". I was never very athletic, I didn’t run well, throw, or any of the things boys did. I was teased about my size and called sissy, fag and such. Even some of the teachers treated me poorly, but there were some teachers who were like Ginny who would look out for me without my asking, and some of the girls my age would also look out for me.

College wasn’t much better but there wasn’t as much physical harassment. I admitted that I couldn’t even get a date from the less attractive girls. If I had been a girl, I would have been a pretty girl. The only date I had during college was with Carla, a confirmed Lesbian. Carla was the masculine partner and I dressed as a girl the feminine partner, for a Halloween party for her sorority and nobody figured out I was a guy. Carla made a convincing guy and I made an even more convincing girl. The girls in the sorority liked me. When they weren’t hunting studs, they would hang around me. I was even asked if I would be interested in pledging the next semester (This broke up Barbra, Rachel and Ginny till they saw my reaction). That was my date’s joke on them. While I was dressed up Carla and I would make out, but just like Cinderella, at the stroke of midnight I turned back into Paul and she acted like she didn’t know me.