Why did you call me Robyn?
Chapter 1: Where am I?
Never, have I dreamed that I would be anything but a boy and a teenager at the moment, well, fifteen years old. As far as I was concerned, I might have acted like a kid at times, but I was quickly outgrowing it. I had plans, and one of them, was to get my driver’s license and a car as soon as possible. Well, that’s what I thought before this had happened!
“Robyn! Wake up!” someone was standing at the doorway of my bedroom, their silhouette blocking the light from behind them, and they were calling in for someone by the name of Robyn. They had to have had the wrong room, and the wrong house!
I rose up from the blankets to correct whoever it was, when I noticed that several strange things happened. One, I was wearing a night shirt, where I normally slept naked, and looking a little closer at my chest, it looked a little more muscular than I had remembered myself last. The blankets on my bed, well the top bedspread, really, caught my attention. It was a comforter with teddy bears and roses on it.
The silhouette walked away from the door frame, and seemed to be leaving me to get out of bed on my own. Well, at least that was good. I kicked the strange blankets out of my way, and started to stand up, and that’s when I noticed the absence of something rather important to me. I was standing in purple and grey striped panties which would have fit with what was going on, but been spooky enough, but when I noticed the absence of a rather limp noodle in the panties, I really started to wonder what kind of perverted dream I was having. This could not be real.
I stripped the panties off just to be sure, and sure enough, I saw a lightly covered mound with a thin slit of a crack in it in place of what should have been balls and a penis. I shook as I walked towards the dresser to open it looking for the clothes that were inside it. Of course, in keeping with this horrible dream that I couldn’t awake from, I saw young ladies’ undergarments galore. Now, had I been in a girl’s bedroom, in my natural form, I have to admit, that this would be a dream come true, and I might have even stolen a pair of panties or something to remember this situation from, but as it was, I was horrified by what was going on, and therefore, just stood there staring at the undergarments.
Now, it hit me, that the muscles in my chest, that I thought I had felt before, it was most likely not a muscle I wanted to know about. It was probably, dare I say it? A pair of breasts were just budding from my bosom, and when I slipped off my undershirt, and saw the naked form in the mirror over the dresser, truth revealed what I feared.
Well, now, here I was a girl. By the looks of it, I was a young girl, probably just entering puberty, and I had darker-brown hair and green eyes. My chest was probably still too small for a bra of any kind, but there were definitely small pimple-like nipples sticking out like pyramids and the roundness of what I thought was muscle was definitely noticeable to me.
“Robyn,” an urgent voice appeared at my doorway again. It was a woman’s voice, and though by instinct because I am used to being a boy, I covered my privates as fast as I could, the woman at the door laughed.
“Honey, we are both women. You have nothing to hide, but if you don’t get a move on, you are going to be late for school. Now, come on, get something on.”
I looked over at the brown haired woman with light freckles, and green eyes. She looked kind, and her smile was genuine and warm.
“I’m not Robyn,” I told her.
She sighed. “Robyn, don’t play games. You are already late and I’ll probably have to take you to school again because it is likely you’ll miss the bus. Now get dressed.”
I looked up at her, and nodded not knowing what else to do. Maybe I could figure out what to do about this mess at school. I went back to the dresser and pulled out a pair of panties, a black t-shirt, a pair of faded jeans with a little ripping in the left knee. I took that and a pullover shirt with three buttons that was white with a picture of a kitten on it. I put these on, and then grabbing the school bag that laid on the floor by the bed, I walked down the steps to find a small hall at the bottom, the front door leading straight out, the kitchen to the left and the living room to the right.
“About time you were down for breakfast,” a man with light brown hair and blue eyes called from the kitchen. “You’re going to be late again, honey.”
“Sorry, dad.” I said trying to be automatic, but then he laughed and I knew something was wrong. What was he to me then?
“Sis, your child just called me dad,” the man said to the earlier brown headed woman.
“Don’t pay her much mind. Robyn has been acting strangely since last week when she decided to try out for the school drama team. Isn’t that tryout this afternoon, Robyn?” she asked me.
I nodded though there was no way I had any clue.
“I’ll expect you home a little later then, right?”
I nodded vigorously. The more time I had to figure out how to get back to being myself getting their Robyn back, the better! I hoped that it was possible. I wondered if Robyn was even at my school, but as I remembered my chest, I thought there was no way Robyn goes to my school. She can’t even be in high school with chests so small. Was she still in elementary school?
I walked out the door following the ‘mother’ figure since I didn’t know what else to do, and she took me to Carey Junior High school. Okay, so I’m in junior high school. That is going backwards, but at least it was only three years at most, and maybe even only one year.
I walked down the hall of the strange school hoping that Robyn had friends that would show me where to go. I walked over towards a group of girls at a table, hoping to find out what they knew about Robyn when I found out that it was as stupid as painting a sign on my head that read ‘clueless!’
“Well, look what we have here, girls,” one of the girls, a blond called out. “Little Robyn has actually come and made herself known to us that she is here. She must like our attention.”
“Let’s give her a reward then,” a chunkier girl said. “What do you think we should do for her?”
“Let’s check her for a stuffed bra!”
“I’m not even wearing a bra,” I said in indignation which caused several girls to whisper and some to giggle. Oops, that was definitely something that should not have been said.
“No bra?” one of the girls at the table asked. “Really? Well, maybe we should just check that you are actually wearing panties and not a diaper!”
“Why would you have to check something like that?” my voice gave me the chills. It was high pitched all the time, and it felt rather weird that when I spoke, I never once hear my own sounds.
“Well, if you are not wearing a bra in junior high school, well, maybe you still wear diapers too, if you are so underdeveloped.”
“I’m not wearing diapers!” I scolded them. “You better lay off.”
I wondered to myself though, quietly. If I actually hit them, would it be the same as a boy hitting a girl given my state? I know a gentleman never hits a girl no matter how stupid the girl is, but am I boy right now? If I’m a lady right now, then would it be okay, other than getting in trouble with the school, that is?
“Well, let’s check, then,” one of the girls came closer to me, her hand reaching out towards my jeans to probably pull them down.
I ran away from her, actually surprised at how fast that not only my feet were, but also my reflexes in dodging around things that left the bullies far behind me. Maybe Robyn’s body was used to dodging those girls, and if that is true, then maybe she is picked on all the time by them. I didn’t like people that hurt others just for the fun of it, and I was starting to think that maybe I should do something that maybe Robyn would never do if it was her. I should do something that would surprise these tormentors so much, that they would think twice before ever picking on her again, but what could I do? I didn’t even know what Robyn normally did.
I seemed to run directly into a class, where a teacher knew my name, or rather, the name of the girl I was supposed to be at the moment.
“Robyn? You are here a bit early. We still have ten minutes before class.”
“Oh, sorry,” I replied. “The truth is, I was… um… I’m going to go to my locker now. I thought I was late.”
“That’s okay. I’ll see you for class.”
Not knowing what else to do, I went to the office for the combination and the locker number I was supposed to use. I walked into the door, and waited for most everyone else to exit because I felt a little weird and also scared that if they heard, it would be more for everyone to pick on me about later.
“I’m sorry, I forgot my locker combination,” I said to the office attendant.
“Robyn, really, with your memory, it is surprising you can pass a test. Here, I’ll write it down for you once again. You might be in seventh grade, and this might be your first year with lockers, but honestly, everyone else has already learned their locker combinations by now.”
“I think I remember it, I just couldn’t get my locker open,” I say trying to invent an excuse for them to come with me and show me which locker is mine. It seemed to work.
“Follow me,” the lady sighed as she rolled her eyes. I learned my locker number and combination and just to make sure, I put the crumpled paper in my pocket for further reference.
Once I had my books, and the office assistant made sure I knew what my classes were for the day, she left me and I went back to the first period math class.
I saw two of those bullies in that class, and I looked down hoping to avoid their notice. I could hear them talking to other classmates.
“She had the office lady with her again. I think she forgot her combination again, or maybe she was turning the lock the wrong way again!”
“She’s so clueless.”
I would be blushing so much if I were really Robyn. As it was, I still felt a little put off from their harassing story, and the more I thought about what they were doing, the more I wanted to do something to get even, even if it meant hitting them.
Well, at least class was beginning, and there was nothing they could do to me while class was going on. They would risk the teacher finding out about their relationship with Robyn, and I was sure they didn’t want to be suspended for bullying a student.
Okay, well, there were definitely things I didn’t know about being a girl, and I wasn’t sure if these were going to be obvious to others before I got the hang of this, but I hoped that nothing bad would happen before I figured this all out, or before this terrible dream ended.
Well, I had hoped, but nothing ever happens nicely when you are in a situation like this, does it? I had somehow made it to the third period English with no real problems, and was hoping I was getting the hang of things when suddenly, in the middle of class, I realized I had to pee. Well, do girls really have it any different than boys do? I hoped not, and therefore, if girls noticed when boys did, that they had to pee, then judging by how much I wanted to go, I hoped I could wait until the end of class. I wasn’t sure if it would be a good thing to tell the teacher I wanted to go or not, especially if the teacher said no. As a boy, I would care less and just walk out of the teacher’s class if they said no, but as a girl, would I be setting myself up for more humiliation? I had to hold it because I had never noticed other girls asking to go to the toilet before in all the years I went to school.
[Sorry if anyone disagrees on this, I have no real experience or real knowledge, but I’m going to at least call Robyn’s bladder smaller than the main character’s bladder].
I sat in my seat, with my legs tightly held together, and I read the story given as an assignment like everyone else. I could feel the burning desire from deep within my body, and somehow, I could feel the melting ice sickles leaking drips of not cold, but hot drizzle into the tubes of my bladder trying to fill it over so that it might leak.
Looking up at the clock, I judged that I had about another thirty minutes of class left, and my knees were starting to shake a little bouncing off of each other. Maybe I really should ask. Could I without anyone noticing? Maybe if I went up to the teacher with my book, no one would know the real reason I’m pestering Mr. infamous Hagan as they called him. I didn’t know that at the time, though.
I walked over to his desk, and put my book on his desk as I tried to whisper in his ear as much as he’d let me.
“Please, sir, I have to go to the ladies’ room. Is that okay?”
“No, it is not okay,” he said loud enough that I was sure everyone in the room had heard. “You know the rules, Miss Robyn. Go sit down and work on the questions, or I’ll give you detention.”
I walked back to my seat, my face on fire with embarrassment because I was sure everyone now knew what my question had been despite having brought my book with me to ask him. Could he have said it any plainer or louder? ‘Look everyone, your classmate is going to pee her pants, and I don’t care. Watch her do it!’
I started to seath inside at what he had done, calling my predicament to everyone’s attention, but there was nothing I could do about it, but just sit and work on my work.
As the clock ticked closer to the finish of class, my inner privates became weaker and I could feel the burning desire to pee get stronger. I hoped that somehow, I could at least get to the bathroom and in the toilet before something really embarrassing happened to me. I didn’t even think this Robyn had any friends that would help her at this point. It certainly seemed that no one talked to her at all between classes.
Once again, I looked up at the clock on the wall as I squirmed in my seat. There was still fifteen minutes to go. The burning desire was nearly at the lips of my pussy, and I could feel every muscle inside me quivering to hold back the swell in my stomach. Tears were starting sting the backs of my eyes as they tried to squeeze forward. My face was heating up and sweat beads were forming on my forehead. I could smell the mix of sweat and perfume coming from my arm pits and my breast area. My legs were rubbing against each other as my knees continued to nervously bounce off of each other in little nervous twitches, the heels of my shoes constantly lifting and tapping on the floor.
When was this torture going to end? My sides started to develop a dull ache, and even my butt was starting to feel a little inflamed just at the tip of where you might poop. I didn’t feel anything in my bowels, but it must have just been the effort of keeping my pee inside that made it feel like I was starting to have a small hernia of sorts. What was I to do? Certainly, if I peed my pants, there was going to be a lot of trouble for me until I got out of this mess, and certainly for this Robyn, maybe for the rest of her life here at this school.
The clock seemed to stick at one time for an eternal moment, because when I looked up at hit, the minute hand was in the same place at three times and I knew that I had beat my knees together at least twenty times between glances. Finally, after the fourth time of looking up the minute hand had ticked only one click on the clock.
Am I going to pee my pants like a toddler? I nervously looked down at my faded blue jeans wondering if I was going to be able to wait. I felt my hands shaking, and there was a sudden urge to put them between my legs and to cup my mound hard to try to squeeze off the opening so that no pee would escape. As a boy, I had imagined that squeezing my member would be an easy solution in stopping the last minute dribbles, but I had not idea how I was supposed to really squeeze my tube close with a big mound hiding the right tube in question, and the thin tube being held hostage behind it in a small crack in my front that was not easily accessed from this position.
Damn it, being a girl was more difficult than I thought it was. How did girls hold it when they had to pee? Was I going to be able to wait until the end of the period? I was sweating, shaking, banging, and tapping my heals. The next minute was another eternity, and then it happened, slowly at first.
I dribbled a little bit, and feeling the dampness gather in the gusset of the panties and the warmth spray against the folds of my mound, I shook trying to use sheer will to close up the leak inside my privates. But I knew it wasn’t going to last long. I really was going to pee my pants if I didn’t go to the bathroom right away. I raised my hand in an attempt to ask at least once more before peeing my pants. I didn’t want to just sit there and do it, and even if I did seem more like a boy for doing so, I was really tempted to just walk out of class if he said no.
“What is it, Miss Robyn?” he asked in such a voice, that he scared me a little.
“I… I really really really have to pee, please?”
He shook his head. “If you can’t wait like a young lady, then go, but I’m taking points off and you will get afterschool detention.”
“Yes sir,” I started to stand up. “I just can’t wait any longer.”
“Come here so I can write you a pass.”
I walked over to his desk, or rather, shuffled keeping my legs close together, and my left hand between my legs to emphasize my predicament to the class at large. It was rather humiliating standing there bent over like that, and I was sure my blush had deepened several shades, but I didn’t dare take my hand from my privates.
“Go,” he handed me the pass.