I'm a Girl!

All Characters in this story are fictional and age eighteen or over. - Amicus

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I woke up with a smile on my lips; not unusual, really, I was always pretty happy but this morning, this morning, the smile was different. "I'm a girl!" I said it out loud, lifted my feet out of the covers and spun all the way around twice on my butt before I put my feet on the floor. "I'm a girl!"

But I had to pee, bad; even girls pee, right? We just do so quietly and daintily. My brother was just coming out of the bathroom, I was still in the triple XXX T-shirt that said: "GRUNGE!" across the front and just panties underneath, so I jumped up and down three times making my boobs bounce and said, "I'm a Girl!" out loud right in his face.

He backed away with his hands warding me off. "Yuck! Get away from me!"

I did my thing in the bathroom, brushed my hair the required hundred times and my teeth not quite so much, looked at my still smiling face and stuck my tongue out at myself in the mirror. I clumped out of the bathroom making enough noise on the floor so that my mother could hear I was up and about.

I went back to my room, opened the closet doors and started rummaging through the few things that were on hangars, blinked a bunch went back to the dresser and pulled open all the drawers searching for something to wear. "MO-OM!" I screamed at the top of my voice, "I have nothing to wear! Mo-om!"

I heard footsteps moving quickly up the stairs and my mother burst through the door with a concerned look on her face, I never screeched and hardly ever raised my voice in the house.

"Jenna! What's wrong?"

"I don't have anything at all to wear to school today!"

She just stared at me blankly. You have to understand that my normal tomboy outfit was old faded jeans or coverall's, and oversized boy's shirt, usually one of my brother's old ones, a hoody, and one of several pairs of scuffed up grass stained gym shoes. And I usually just piled my hair up or slapped an off-centered pony tail, it took less than a minute to dress.

I can't even remember the last dress I had, I think my dad bought one at a mall for me, I wore it once just to please him and then put it away and never wore it again.

"I have absolutely nothing to wear!" I couldn't believe that whining petulant voice I was hearing was mine, I never talked like that.

Mom couldn't believe it either, she just stood there, staring at me with wide eyes and an open mouth.

"Jen, you have all the clothes you have always had, what are you looking for?"

"Something pretty, a skirt, a blouse, a dress, something girlish, you know!"

"You want to wear a skirt, a dress?" She looked at me in disbelief and then I heard her muttering to herself under her breath as she quickly looked through the closet and a couple of drawers I had left open.

"There's nothing mom, nothing at all!" There was that voice again, a whiny girl's voice.

"You are serious, Jenna? Not just funning around?"

I was close to tears, again, something I never, ever did. She noticed and stepped up close and draped an arm around my shoulders. "I may have something of mine, but it would be boxed up somewhere, attic, basement, it will take hours to look and then I don't know....we can go shopping tonight, after dinner, you can buy all the things you want. That would make me so happy Jen, and I would love helping you pick things out and try them on, I have always wanted to share that with you. Wonderful!"

"But mom, what am I going to wear now? I just have to dress like a girl, I have to!"

I guess she heard it in my voice as her face reflected concern and frustration and then a smile broke out. "I have an idea!" She took my hand and led me down the hall to the larger closet for coats and jackets and wet weather things, went down on her knees and a minute later came up with a fair sized cardboard box with a strip of duct tape across the top.

"That movie all the kids liked a few years ago with the pretty little school girl, remember?"

"Yeah, the Harry Potter thing...?"

"Remember? You were assigned the role in the drama class skit and you had to do it for the grade. I remember how you hated it, but it looked really adorable on you. I was so proud!" She ripped the tape off the box and held up the white nylon blouse and the pleated dark skirt and handed them to me and then came up with the white calf high stockings and the clumpy brown shoes that went with it. "There!"

If it fit, it just might work. I beamed. "Oh, thank you mom, thank you, thank you, thank you, I hope I can still get into it." She stayed with me in the bathroom as I put the blouse on, uh, it was a little tight and stretched, I had grown a little bigger up there. The skirt, uhmm...well, it is more like a mini now, and the waist was a little snug but Yes! I would work!" I gave her a huge hug and squeeze and then she pulled on my hand and dragged me down the stairs to her bathroom.

Even I was surprised as I watched the eye shadow and liner and foundation and blush and lip color turn the face I had always lived with into something not bad at all! Mom was glowing as she looked at the finished result. "My, my Jenna, where did that lovely young girl come from?" There were tears in her eyes and we hugged again.

I put on the shoes and stockings but decided not to wear the little jacket that came with it, I was looking at myself in the full length mirror, not quite believing what my eyes beheld when: "Breakfast!" Mom was calling from downstairs.

My brother, Jimmie turned pink and blinked his eyes and shook his head. "Jenna?" His look was incredulous and it was in his voice also. "I didn't know you were so pretty and you've got boobs!" My mom and I laughed and I shook them at him again. "I'm a Girl, silly!"

It is only a short walk to school, a few blocks, and we had developed a routine over the years. Friends would wait outside on the street until we came out and we would gather others as we walked as a group. Well, not one group, Jimmie had his friends and I had mine and we usually separated by a few steps from each other but still jabbered back and forth. Almost all my friends were guy friends, boys I had grown up with and ran with. I was always more comfortable around boys.

I used to be able to keep up with them; I could run faster, climb as high or higher than any of them and would do way more things on dare than they would. I was a real tomboy and I could scuffle with the best of them. Then they all got taller and bigger and it became harder and harder to keep up. I finally knew, one day when Jimmie put a hand on my back and one under my butt and picked me up and lifted me over his head. After that I was more of a tag-along, still better at a lot of things but not even close anymore in size and strength. It bothered me for a while.

The small group of friends that waited outside the house looked up and waved as we came out the door and then they dropped their arms and nobody said a word.

That felt odd. I blinked my eyes a bunch of times and announced loudly: "I'M A GIRL!" Then I went to each one, one at a time, "I'm a girl!"

"Jenna?"

"Is that really Jenna?"

"Wow!"

"Where did she come from?"

Jimmie didn't join his regular group. He stayed right by my side, sometimes taking my arm when someone else joined up. "She's a girl!" He must have said a dozen times as we walked along. "She's a girl!"

The two groups separated leaving Jimmie and I between them as we made our way to school.

I must have said that a hundred times as each class gathered and then in the hallways at change of class time. I felt wonderful; bubbly, bouncy, happy and I even liked all the looks and stares and open mouths and: "Who is that?", "New girl?" "That's not really Jenna?" The buzz kept up, all morning and I was loving it! I even had the courage to walk right up to one of the teachers I knew. "I'm a girl!" Got an amused smile and then a look of disbelief as he recognized me. It was the strangest day of my whole life.

We had also adopted another habit, that of meeting just before the last class of the day outside the Gym and touching base about any plans for after school. I made my usual way to the meeting place, nodding and smiling as more and more of the guys I knew headed for the same area.

Usually there were several different groups, three or four talking and chatting. This time as I moved closer to the area I saw they were all gathered in sort of a semi-circle. There was always a little 'horseplay' going on, bumping shoulders, high-fives, goofing around as the school day was down to the last hour..

So it didn't surprise me as I approached, to feel a shoulder bump into mine. I bumped back and looked up but almost lost my balance as I got 'bumped' on the other side.

"Jenna's a girl!" Someone said. "I'm a girl, I'm a girl, I'm a girl! Went reverberating through the crowd of mostly boys. Then I felt another bump and a push on my back and suddenly I was surrounded and right in the middle.

"She's got tits!"

"And ass!"

"Tits and Ass, Tits and Ass, Tits and Ass!" They were all saying it, over and over again.

And then they moved in closer, almost touching me. Then there was a hand on my butt and someone squeezed. I whirled around and tried to push him away. Then, and I couldn't really believe it, there was a hand on my chest and someone squeezed my breast. "Stop it!" I said in a loud voice.

"And Pussy, she's got a Pussy! Pussy, Pussy, Pussy!" And then there were hands all over me, hands on my legs, under my skirt and God! Someone had a hand all the way up between my legs and more hands behind me and in front of me and it wasn't the least bit funny anymore. I struggled and tried to hit out and kick out but there were too many of them and I was getting mauled. So I screamed at the top of voice. I didn't know I could scream that loud. One of those blood curdling ones you hear in the movie when someone is being murdered. And I just kept on screaming and screaming and biting a hand that tried to cover my mouth.

God, someone please stop this! I thought to myself and then looked in amazement as one of the boys seemed to be propelled straight up into the air above the crowd. Then another and another seemed to be snatched away and I heard cursing and grunts and the sound of punches being thrown and landed. I put my hands on my head and my forearms over my face and hunkered down as best I could as everything went really crazy.

It finally quieted down and I heard a deep voice: "Are you all right?"

No, I wasn't all right, not a bit. I couldn't believe or even understand what had just happened or why.

I opened my eyes and saw two of the biggest guys in school standing guard over me and glaring at any remaining boys. There was blood on the floor and more on the guy's shirts. They had Gym clothes on, probably working out. They were big, with thick necks and bulky shoulders and huge biceps that they always showed off with short sleeve T's pulled up high.

"Are you okay? Jenna? Is that you in a dress?"

I blinked and tried to smile as I recognized him. One of the guys from years back. He dropped out of our little pack and went into full time sports with a lot of after school things.

"Jenna, I'm so sorry, I wish we could have gotten here sooner."

"Me too." Said the other guy. "Really sorry. Fuckin' animals."

Then it seemed like delayed reactions as teachers boiled out of class rooms and even the uniformed security guy showed up. A woman teacher came up to me, put her arm around me and half carried, half walked me into a teacher's lounge area. I collapsed on a large sofa, closed my eyes and tried to think.

"How could something like this happen in my school?" A gruff, angry man's voice quieted the room of soft voiced teachers. "Where the hell was Security?" Where were the Hall Monitors?"

I heard something about kids cutting out during the last class and everyone was trying to explain and I started crying.

A woman teacher was quickly by my side, took my hand and led me into the washroom. "Fix yourself up a little Jenna. I'm afraid they tore your blouse."

I looked into the mirror. My hair was in tangles, the top button was hanging by a thread. Damn, someone had stuck his hand down my blouse, I remember it now. My skirt was twisted around almost sideways and the make-up job my mother had done was smeared and streaked from my tears. There wasn't much I could do to fix it so I just cleaned most of it off and sighed. So much for 'I'm a girl'; I don't think I want to be one anymore.

I went back into the teacher's lounge and was greeted by a roomful of concerned eyes and soft words. I shook my head," I'm going home. Not going back to class, don't ever want to see this school again."

They asked if they should call my parents. No one was home, wouldn't be for hours and dad was away on a trip somewhere.

"There are two boys outside asking how you are, Jenna, the ones that broke it up, I think."

"Okay." Oh. I needed to thank them. I don't think I did. "Can they come in for a minute? I don't want to go out there."

They came in. I thanked them, they blushed and shuffled their feet and said 'sorry' all over again.

"I need a way home..."

"Does someone have a car?" I heard a voice say.

"I'm not getting in any car with any one!"

That silenced the buzzing room.

"I can walk home, it's close."

"You shouldn't walk alone, Jenna."

"We'll be glad to walk you home."

It was the two guys. I wasn't sure what to say, accept or not.

"You'll walk her to her door, see her safely inside and report back to me as soon as you do!"

There was that angry authoritative voice again. Where was he when I needed him?

It was rude of me not to speak to the two guys as they walked me home, but I thought they understood and walked in silence one on each side. I still didn't want to believe what had happened. I had been showing off, I know, bouncing my boobs, swishing the already short skirt so that it whirled out and up and showed even more thigh, but even so, damn, to do that to me, in school, and nobody stopped it? No, I just couldn't fit it into my head.

Then we were at my door. I thanked them again and they stayed until I closed the door behind me. I dropped my book bag on the floor in the hallway along with the small purse I always carried and thought I needed a long hot shower to wash away the hands that had touched me. I didn't think it would wash away.

I walked slowly up the stairs, 'trudged' is more like, I guess, paused at the bathroom door and decided I needed clean underwear and something else to put on so I walked down to my room and through the door.

I started to turn my head towards a blur of motion I sensed off to the right but before I could even get the thought done, a large hand covered my mouth, an arm went across my chest and clamped down and my other arm was pressed against someone and I couldn't move it.

This is not happening, I thought in panic. Just not happening!

But it was, and quicker than I could imagine, I felt a pair of arms behind my knees and I was lifted off the floor and I felt myself being carried; oh my God! To my bed that's where they... they; there are two of them! Oh, God, please don't let this happen! I open my mouth under the hand and screamed, it was just muffled sound.

They didn't drop me on the bed; they didn't 'put' me or 'place' me on the bed, the guy with his hand over my mouth leaned over and fell right on top of me. I heard the air gush out of my mouth and nose and then I really couldn't breathe, couldn't catch my breath. Then my legs were down and a heavy weight mashed me into the mattress. I couldn't move my arms or my legs, I couldn't scream, I just tried to arch my body up and away, it didn't do any good. Then the weight on my chest lifted and my arms were jerked up and it felt like a leg held me down. I felt a hand on my breast and then my blouse being pulled up and out of my skirt and a hand on my bare skin and then he pushed the blouse and my bra up and around my neck and I felt the warmth and wetness of a mouth on my breast. I tried to scream, tried to move away, but I couldn't.

Please God, don't let this happen to me! I never prayed before, not really. I couldn't stop it no matter what I tried. The weight on my legs shifted and I felt hands going up inside my skirt, all the way and then felt my underwear being pulled down. I struggled and arched and tried to pull away and tried not to think and feel the hand and mouth on my breasts.

"Oh, God!" I arched my body and tried to squirm away as I felt my panties being pulled down my thighs and a hand push against me and I felt something pushed inside, a finger moving quickly in and out of me. I arched away. "Please stop it!" I screamed under the hand over my mouth. I tried to move again when the weight changed on my legs and the rough material of a shoe scraped along in side my thighs, pushing my panties down and down around my ankles and off. The weight lifted and I tried to move and heard the sound of a zipper. "God, no!" Then the hand moved away from between my legs and I felt another hand on my other leg and my thighs being pushed apart and a body lowered itself between my open legs. "Please, NO!"

I couldn't stop anything, couldn't do anything, couldn't scream. I felt him move up farther between my legs and something pushing against me. I tried to scoot up and away and move to the side. I heard a grunt and a curse and something pushed hard against me and again and again and "Oh! God! Please! No! NO!' And I felt something push inside me, I tensed my whole body but it didn't stop he scooted up pushed deeper inside me, grunted and pushed and pushed until he was up against me and still it didn't stop."

I tried to lift my foot and push him away, I strained to pull my arms free, I tried to pull my body back and away and nothing worked. Tears are pouring out of my eyes, I can't catch my breath, my body feels rigid under him and I felt the terrible loss of will as I quit fighting.

I heard my own breath being forced out of my mouth every time he came up hard against me. "Uh....Uh!....Uh....Uh...Ohhh..ahuh,..Uh..." I hated hearing that. Then fingers dug harshly into my shoulders. "Uh..UH..Uh..UH. NO! UH,UH,UH!"

Then I heard a groan and another hard push and another and another and then the weight was back on my chest and I felt the harsh breath on my neck and shoulder. Then a little whimper of my own as the tears poured down the sides of my face.

The hand over my mouth eased a little and I drew in huge breaths of air and found it hard to breathe with the weight on me. No one moved for a moment as I continued to breathe as deep as I could. I felt the hips between my thighs, I felt the weight on my stomach....I didn't feel anything inside me...and the hot breath on my neck.

I got a few more deep breaths and heard a gruff low masculine voice from somewhere over my head and above me.

"Get off!"

"Oh,God!" I knew there were two of them, I knew they were both going to do it too; I didn't want admit it or know it. "Oh, please, God, no more!" Maybe I could scream, as loud as I could if he took his hand away. If they let my hands, even one hand loose, I could push him away, if they left my legs free I could kick and push him away.

I didn't get even a little chance. Almost like they had rehearsed it; maybe they had. The leg came off of my hands, replaced by a tight grip around my wrists. The weight on my legs eased and moved and another weight descended, the hand left my mouth and before I could take a breath to scream, another hand came down. I could feel the mattress giving as they moved, scooted, crawled, one up, one down on each side. I never had a chance.

Then the weight left my legs and I pulled them tightly together, before I thought to lift a foot and kick or push. My knee was pushed down as soon as I brought it up and I heard another zipper sound. Oh, damn...