College was everything I hoped it would be. Interesting classes, subjects I picked myself, nice professors, decent classmates, and a lovely study buddy.



She had a number of interests in common, was smart as heck, a fun personality, and didn't look down on me... much. There you have it, I'm small, not tall. At 5 ft 4 even shorter than most girls, it has been like that my whole life.



In every school, every class, I was the shortest kid. My parents even held me back, for two years, but it didn't matter. I was the laughing stock, victim of often cruel jokes, not good at any sport, other than running. I had to be fast, just to escape the bullies.



I was pretty smart though, escaping physical activity, I had kept my nose in books. And that finally paid off when this college accepted me, with a decent scholarship. Somehow they don't care here that I'm short. They care about my smart. And that's how Carla and I started studying together. Nothing romantic, but plenty fun.



A good month in was when the Survivor week started, a competition vaguely based on a TV show, with two teams of twelve members, supported by the rest of the school. With student designed mazes, races and puzzles. I couldn't wait to watch it, as the school stops all classes, and many many alumni come back. What a great opportunity for networking!



Then Carla suggested we sign up. I laughed hard, because if there's one thing nobody wants, is me in some form of sporting event. No way would I make it through the qualifications. But somehow I did. Because I could solve a rubik's cube. Or a sudoku puzzle. Or a word game. And the one physical test I had to do was running. And I still could run pretty fast. Long story short, both Carla and I ended up in the top 24, so we would be picked into one of the teams.



I don't like picking. Bad memories of elementary and middle school, where I was always the last in the pecking order. And now in college, it wasn't much better. The numbers one and two picking from the 24, and soon it was clear that the guy was only picking guys, and the girl was creating an all-female team. Plus me, as I was the last one to be chosen, and there was no girl anymore available.



Our team was called Fire, and the all-guys team was Ice. Fire against Ice, which divided the school quickly into two camps. In just over a week, starting Monday we'd see what team would win. I decided to take it easy for the weekend but it was not to be.



Carla called me and invited me to her dorm, something that had not happened before. She had a nice room, a double all by herself, as her roommate had quit already in the second week. She looked a bit nervous and it was soon clear why. The team wanted to be all-female.



As my friend she was asked to convince me to dress as a girl for the week. She would help me to make sure I'd look like a girl. If I agreed I could stay for the week in her room, so nobody had to find out. She sealed my fate when she said it would really mean a lot to her. What are friends for, right?



When I finally agreed, she hugged me hard, and I felt a pleasant buzz in my belly. I could get used to this. Obviously, with my size, and with my voice even, as it never had dropped, making me look like a girl was not too far out.



I had to take my shirt off and she showed me two breastforms that she pressed to my chest. She'd used some glue clearly, as they stayed on me, and I could feel the weight pulling me down a bit. She wrapped a bra around me, and that actually gave some relief as I could stand straight again. Thank goodness it wasn't a giant set.



The next piece was trickier. It was like rubber panties that I had to pull on. She gave me some privacy but she explained how I had to put my manhood in a sleeve before I pulled the panties up. It took me a bit but eventually I stood there, my flat front showing the shape of what looked like a fairly realistic pussy. But what do I know? I've never seen one for real.



Carla thought I looked wonderful and handed me a pair of panties that matched my bra. Then she had me step in a summer dress, as it was the only thing she had that would fit me. But I was not to worry, she said, as later we'd meet with the whole team, and one girl was my size, and she'd bring some more clothes for me.



She had a fairly simple wig for me, as I have very short hair, that could not be styled into anything remotely female looking. And eventually she convinced me to add just a bit of makeup and no one would ever recognize me. Heck, I didn't recognize me, when I looked in the mirror. Meet Lola, Carla said. That was me, Lola for a week.



I wasn't particularly pretty, but I was undeniably a girl, so that took a real worry away. The dress really made it look I had a bit of curves, despite the fact I had no waistline, no hips, and no booty. Luckily I could wear a pair of pink sneakers, I don't think I could ever wear heels. But I still had a lot to learn.



Carla took it as a study project, and together we worked on me from simply walking, to sitting, to crossing my legs, and all kind of mannerisms, even talking. It wasn't all perfect but I had confidence I could last throughout the week. Until we left to meet with the others.



I became extremely self aware, and pretty much forgot everything I had just learned. But Carla kept her head and she started going over the material like we'd do on our way to a test. And the moment I gave her my attention, things improved again.



We arrived at a frat house, where several team mates lived. I was worried how they would react to me, but they treated me like I was one of them. And soon I did feel like I was one of them. Never in my life had I been part of a group, and here I just fit in.



And I made a new friend. Gemma, who was the only girl shorter than me, by less than half an inch, she understood me. She was in awe with my looks, but even more with my bravery. She had a whole bag with clothes for me, enough to get through the week. And don't bother to wash them, she said, some of it is a bit delicate. I could only wonder what that would be.



Rachel, the girl who had picked the team members was acknowledged as the leader, and she handed out a bunch of bandana's. We were all supposed to wrap them around our chest during the competition, so we practiced that a bit. Some took their bras off, but I kept mine on, as did Carla and Gemma. There were extras that we could use as a skirt or to wrap around our hair.



That was the next topic. The next day, on Sunday, we'd all go to the salon together, to get fire orange hair. Girls with shorter hair would get extensions before it would be colored. The owner of the salon would pay for it all, as this was the first all-female team in twelve years, and the last year that happened she was the leader of the team.



I was a bit worried, knowing that I didn't have a lot of hair myself, but Gemma said it would be okay. She knew the owner, and she was brilliant, she said. I took her word for it, but I needed more than brilliant, I needed magic.



We all got to know each other better by sharing our strengths and weaknesses. I told them I was good in the puzzles, but don't expect too much from me in the physical challenges. But I could run fairly fast. Most of the girls were very athletic, but it looked like Gemma, Carla or me would be leading the brain tasks.



It turned out that Gemma lived in the same building as Carla, though on a different floor. She came with us to show me all the clothes that she had brought for me. And of course I had to try a few things on. Some were a bit loose, I just didn't have enough curves. I liked a corset that she wrapped around me, but I had no idea when I would wear that during this week. Maybe the Thursday night dance, she suggested with a wink. I doubted it..



The next day I was full of nerves for the salon. I wore a different dress, which had a flaring skirt, giving me a bit of shape. The salon was open just for us, as they needed everybody to deal with twelve girls. They were very nice though, and one of the ladies gave me a coffee which calmed my nerves a bit.



Not unexpectedly, I was the only one never been in a salon, and I was taken to a private room, because I'd probably need a bit more work than the rest. It should make me more nervous but I actually felt a bit better. Joanie, who had given me the coffee, was going to take care of me, helped by a girl not much older than me, named Baby. Or that's what they called her at least.



It was clear real quickly that there would be no weaving into my hair. So Joanie suggested a wig, just a bit better than what I had on. And knowing there would be tasks in water and under tough conditions, she suggested to glue the wig to my head. Didn't want to lose it, right?



The glue on my hair would become a problem though the week after. It would be very unpleasant to remove the wig, unless... Unless they would shave my head right now. I wasn't sure about it, but when Joanie said it would be okay, I nodded. Anything to not look like a fool during the competition.



So when Baby started shaving my head, Joanie removed my clothes and looked at my new breasts and pussy. Not good, she concluded, and left the room to come back with the boss lady, Mrs Marlin. They talked about me like I wasn't there, and I did feel a bit weird, like I was disconnected indeed.



Clearly there was a problem with my breasts, like it could come off if I'd run fast. And the pussy panties could cause my manhood being crushed, if I had to climb a fence or had to "ride the bull".

These things should worry me, but I was confident that Mrs Marlin had a solution.



Indeed she did, but it was rather costly. Some sort of a bodysuit that trans people loved to use. She even had the right size for me, as she had not been able to sell that size. Her own costs would be over a thousand but at least she would not be stuck anymore with that small size. They concluded that the alumni group would cover it, and thus a decision was made.



The fake breasts and panties came off very easy indeed. But there was a new problem apparently. I needed to be hairless and again, that wasn't cheap. Joanie said that Baby could do it, as she apparently got her license just the week before. I smiled. Everything seemed to work out. Then Mrs Marlin asked Joanie if she'd given me any happy, and Joanie nodded, saying it was good for four hours. I had no clue what they were talking about, but somehow I did feel happy.



When the two women left, they told Baby to give me a full body treatment. Baby, who had just finished my head, looked very happy as well, as she started to collect equipment. She put something over my eyes which totally blacked out my vision, to protect them from the laser, she said. I could tell she was first removing any visible body hair, even in my crotch, but I was in another world, enjoying the attention, even her talks about what a pretty girl I was becoming, and I was sort of day dreaming about the upcoming competition.



Apparently my mind had accepted I was to be a girl for a week, because in that dream I had long fire red hair and breasts and everybody was cheering for me as I won a steeple chase. Yet at the same time I knew I was on the bed or whatever it was in the salon as Baby was continuously snapping my skin with rubber bands. It was unpleasant, especially when she worked on my face and on top of my head. Vaguely I remember her giving me a candy that quickly melted in my mouth, before she turned me around and my face was looking down in an apparent hole in the bed.



At some point the rubber band torture stopped and I heard more voices than just Baby. They were upset about something and I heard Baby say something like full body, and I agreed, that was said before. I wanted to say something but I felt too tired, so I just let them work on me.



It felt like they put some clothing around me, and it took forever before they had it over my hips and my crotch area. It was very tight was all I could think. Then they kept pushing my chest, like they were massaging me, and eventually it wrapped around my neck and shoulders. Again they flipped me around onto some pillows under my chest, as I heard them talking about sealing.



They were tightening my waist, which felt a bit like the corset from last night, until I could hardly breath, when I felt a tremendous heat on my back, which slowly spread across my body. Until it ended in the back of my neck. They let me by myself for a good time, as it slowly became more comfortable again, and all my happy thoughts came back.



When they returned, they flipped me again, and sat me straighter up, as the bed somehow turned into a chair. I still couldn't see, because of the little caps Baby had put over my eyes, or was I just too tired to open my eyes? They were working on my hands, my feet, my hair, and my face, and apparently I became prettier and prettier, which was a good feeling. It was Lola this and Lola that, and it pulled me from my slump at last.



Finally they gave my eyesight back, as they clearly were wrapping up things. They told me to just sit and relax, as the sedation would wear off. That at least explained why I had been so tired and in a different world. When I looked down on myself I could tell I was still wearing my new dress, which gave me a comfortable feeling. I guess I had been naked just in my dreams.



I had some gold bangles around my wrist, I noted, before I saw my hands. I gasped when I saw my nails. They were bright orange with little flames on them. But they were much longer than I remembered. I thought it was beautiful actually as it made my fingers look much longer.



Your feet are matching, I heard Baby say, and if anything happens to them this week, we'll fix them for free. Ready to see yourself?

I didn't have to answer. I could feel her behind me, moving the chair around, and a mirror came into my vision. And in the mirror I saw a beautiful girl staring back at me.



She had flaming red hair, a mass of long waves. Her eyebrows and lips in the same color. The lips stood out a bit, like a model or film star, ready to kiss someone. And then the eyes, green like mine, they were amazingly made up, slightly slanted to give an oriental look. And a blush on her cheeks to bring all the colors together. Some hoops were hanging down from her ears, but there was some more shiny metal and a small diamond higher up in her ears.



The girl was beautiful and cute at the same time. I would love to date her if she'd want me. And when I opened my mouth to say hi, her face mirrored me. Reality suddenly washed any leftover slumber away. That was me!



Baby joked, nobody will wonder this week if you're a real girl. And in my own soft voice I said, oh my God! And for the first time in my life I realized that my voice finally matched my body. At that moment Mrs Marlin came in with Carla and Gemma.