Discovery By Misty Schaeffer (C) 2010

I began this as a Yuri, so I tried to stay withing the realms of young
teenage love rather than blatant down and in your face sex. It is
dedicated to Juliet, with love.

The Juliet in this short work of fiction resembles the Juliet for whom
the story is written.(Just a little older) The writer can be contacted at
[email protected]





It was just after her 13th birthday, when her family moved to England.
The move was just the second step of Christina Robert’s transition. Her
father had received a promotion, and moved his family to Wales. Her mother
quickly adapted to English customs and was soon in a society circle similar
to what she was used to in Boston.

Previously, her family had moved around many US Cities. In her last
school, a prestigious private school, where yuppies sent their kids, as
usual, Tina was the new kid in school; she shared most of her classes with
another Tina, who became her best friend. To make life simpler she
volunteered to call herself Chrissie, which later became just Chris. After
a while even her parents called her Chris.

Now she was thousands of miles away from Tina, in Cardiff, standing in
the ugliest cotton panties imaginable, and getting into a school uniform.
Oh how she missed her best friend, she stood forlorn before the dresser
mirror. She was small for her age; her dark hair was short, and almost
masculine in style. She wore roundish glasses with steel frames; the
lenses magnified and seemed to make her blue eyes larger than they were.
Her skin was lightly tanned still, from the North American sun, except for
the regulation bikini lines. Her chest was still undeveloped, flat as any
boys, her nipples in the early morning, still in repose, were large and
pinkish, definitely not boyish. Her belly concave and showed definition,
her legs like her arms, were slim and made her appear almost coltish. Both
she and Tina had been prominent players in their school’s girl’s rugby
team. There was a look of disdain on her face when she looked at the school
uniform lying on the bed. Her mother had taken her shopping for it earlier
that week after enrolling her at a private school not far from their new
home.

The uniform was hideous; she pulled on a Nike, 32A sports bra that in
reality she did not need, and slipped into the linen shirt-like blouse.
The black skirt was regulation length the sales lady at the school
outfitter had assured both mother and daughter. It almost reached her
knees. She sat on her bed, and pulled on a pair of new white ankle socks.
Finally she slipped her feet into the ugliest shoes she had ever seen.
They were black “girls school shoes”, and kept on her feet by a thin strap
pulled through a large tin buckles. She so missed her jeans, t-shirts and
sneakers.

She clambered downstairs tie in one hand, and backpack slung casually
over one shoulder. Her mother gave her a look of disapproval. “Dont frown
Chris!” She grumbled. “And put your tie on. Where’s your blazer?”

“Do I have to wear it, it’s hideous.” Chris protested. She had, since
being outfitted at the school’s outfitters, used the word hideous, a lot.
“Yes of course you do honey, you need to make a good impression.” Her
mother said.

“Easy for you to say, you don’t have to wear this shit.” Chris mumbled
under her breath.

“Christina, I heard that!” Her mother snapped. “Here, give me that.”
She took the tie from her daughter’s hand and flipped it around her child’s
neck before knotting it as she did for her husband most mornings. “You can
leave the blazer at home; I don’t suppose it really matters.”

“Thanks mom.” Chris murmured.

“Now sit and have some breakfast.” She ordered, pointing at a bowl,
pitcher of milk and box of cornflakes and glass of juice.

Obediently Chris ate her breakfast.

A sleek red Jaguar, was idling within a few yards of their front door,
Jack their uniformed chauffeur opened the back door for both Chris and her
mother. “Really mom I can do this myself, I’m not a kid any more.”

“But I want to go with you honey, you are still my baby.” Her mother
insisted. “You do look so cute in that uniform, wait there, don’t move!”
She lifted her digital camera and began snapping away.

“Ugh…. mom, please! ” Chris complained and frowning for the lens
before diving headlong into the back seat and slamming the door shut.

Jack drove off sedately, leaving Chris’s mother waving merrily, at the
back of her daughter’s head.

The drive to the school was short and silent. She asked the chauffeur
to drop her off a block before the school yard. Jack a kindly man was
happy to oblige his young passenger, and brought the stately automobile to
a halt where none of the pupils could see her get out of the luxury car.
Chris made her way through the school gates just as a group of boys set off
the fire hydrant, not only wetting her brand new uniform, but knocking her
off her feet. The icy water shocked her breath away, and left her dazed,
drenched, and in disarray. The pranksters ran off laughing, as Chris
struggled, seething to her feet, water dripping. She shook her fist, and
yelled at the backs of the laughing boys and squelched her way wetly to the
school’s office, where she stood in a puddle before the desk of the school
secretary.

“Oh your poor thing.” The secretary, a rotund and motherly soul,
commented, “I’m so sorry, did you see who did it?” She asked.

“No.” Chris answered. “I’m sopping.” She said pointing to the puddles
on the office floor.

“Well my dear, rummage through the lost and found, for something dry and
clean, I’ll send for someone from Miss Saunders’s class to fetch you, after
you’ve gotten on something dry. Oh, wait, Juliet ………Juliet Jones!”
She called to a girl walking passed the open door. “Do, come here, dear.”
The girl stepped in to the office, her skirt definitely not regulation
length, blatantly a miniskirt it displayed most of her slim thighs, her
blouse was tight across her breasts, her tie skew, her face lightly made
up, almost indiscernible, she had long dark hair and large intelligent
green eyes, she couldn’t resist a giggle when she saw Chris dripping water
on the floor.

“Is that lipstick you are wearing, Juliet?” The motherly secretary
asked.

“No Mrs Higgins, of course not! What can I do for you? I didn’t wet
her, it was Freddy Marlow and his psycho cronies, they cracked the fire
hydrant as she walked into the schoolyard.” Juliet stated.

“This is errr……..um” The secretary introduced looking at the wet and
completely illegible transfer that Chris had handed her.

Chris interjected, holding out her hand. “Chris, Chris Roberts, pleased
to meet ya Julie.” She introduced herself, holding out her hand. The girls
shook hands.

“I’m Juliet.” She emphasized her full name before continuing. “Not
Julie… Is that an American accent?” She asked.

“Direct from Boston Massachusetts.” Chris answered. A loud bell
sounded, as she removed her glasses and tried to dry the lenses. Children
and staff members began scurrying towards their respective classrooms.

Mrs Higgins interrupted, pointing at a large box in one corner before
giving both girls a late slip, should a prefect catch them walking through
the halls after the bell rang. “Do hurry! You really should get out of
those wet clothes, err, Chris. Juliet, help her rummage through the lost
and found, I’m sure you’ll be able to find something dry to wear. Now,
she’ll be in your class, so introduce her to Ms Saunders. Get on with it
you two.” She turned as the girls began digging through the lost property,
and continued typing the document she had been busy with before Chris’s wet
entrance.

Chris found a shirt approximately the right size, but although there
were a number of skirts, all were way too big; there was however a clean
and reasonably new pair of boy’s trousers that looked as though they would
fit almost perfectly. Socks were no problem, there were many to choose
from. The only pair of shoes her size were boy’s toe-capped lace-ups.
Chris took her bundle of dry clothing to the girls change room in the gym.
Juliet peeked into the gym.

While Chris changed into the borrowed clothes, Juliet’s attention
strayed to a class of elder girls in gymslips, using various pieces of
gymnastic equipment. Eventually Chris emerged from the change room,
rubbing her lenses dry. “We forgot underwear.” She said. “Mine’s
sopping.” She explained, holding her bra and panties. “I guess I can
survive the day without wearing any.” She added, sliding her glasses on.

“Oh my!” Juliet said, she had been starring through the door at the
leotard clad girls doing gymnastics and she had totally forgotten Chris.