Julie Goes to School.

This is the first of a number of stories that will cover the exploits of Julie as she prepares for and goes to school. The main themes covered are; lesbian urges, toiletry issues, big breasts, lactation and school uniforms.
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Chapter 1 - Julie prepares for School

Julie stood before the full-length mirror and frowned. Today was her first day at her new school and she felt ashamed of her appearance.  Her family were relocating from an isolated farm on the Scottish/English borders to the Australian outback and she was being placed into a remote Scottish boarding school.  What made it worse was that they were relocating at the end of June and she, as a consequence, was being placed into the care of the school’s head mistress and caretaker for the whole summer before the start of the Autumn term in September, when she would commence her final two years studies.

She frowned again and her mind turned to the events of the last two years.  Her parents practised an extreme form of protestant religion that resembled the puritanical forms of the 17th century that had caused many to set sail for the New World.  They had not allowed Julie any contact with the outside world (including no television or radio), considering it satanic in nature and instead her mother, who had qualified as a school mistress, had conducted all Julie's schooling until she had died of a mystery virus a little over two years ago, just before Julie was 14.  Although her parents were strict, Julie's childhood up to this point had been happy although without any tenderness and love.  The farm, although remote, had provided her with the freedom to roam the wild Cheviot Hills in the company of her beloved pet dog, Patch, never seeing another person from one day to the next save for her immediate family. There had been some idiosyncrasies with her upbringing; her parent’s lifestyle forbade the use of modern conveniences such as washing machines and the like.  They had had no internal toilets or running water and instead used a pump in the yard which extracted water from their own well.  They also only had an outside latrine for their waste.  As they weren’t on main drainage, her parents discouraged the use of toilet paper and had instead had Julie wipe her anus with her left hand, which could be washed in the bowl of water left for that purpose outside of the toilet.  She was directed to use her right hand for any activity associated with food. All this was second nature to Julie; she knew no better.  She sighed to herself as she remembered the total change in her life that had occurred on her mother’s death.

Firstly her father had totally withdrawn into himself and shunned Julie's company.  She was confused and concerned lest he blame Julie in part for her mother’s death, for it was Julie who had first caught the virus and had passed it on to her mother. Why she had so easily recovered and her mother had been so badly affected she didn't know but she felt the pain of her father’s rejection. For her father, each look at Julie was like a knife going through his heart as she bore such a close facial resemblance to her mother with the same thick mousy brown hair, wide blue eyes and full lips, although Julie wore reading glasses for which her mother had no need.

For months after her mother’s death she scarcely saw her father until 18 months had passed when he announced that he was taking a three week sabbatical at a religious sanctuary in Scotland.  He had recently employed a farm manager who would look after the business while he was away and had recruited a governess to provide Julie with her schooling needs.  Miss Brown, had turned up, dressed all in black as a fifty something Scottish spinster was apt to do and continued Julie's very sheltered schooling.  Julie was brought up on a limited set of 19th century novels and hard science and, although possessed of an enquiring mind, found it impossible to get any answers to questions about the real world outside the farmstead.

All things were to change during the next 6 months however; after her father’s first visit to the sanctuary he seemed drawn back there at an ever increasing frequency and after five months he announced that he had met a woman there and that they intended to get married the following week.  Her stepmother had come to live with them on the farm but it was clear that the stay was only to be temporary.  Within two weeks, her father had announced plans to leave for another sanctuary in Australia and place Julie into the care of a boarding school in the far north of Scotland which he had heard was adept at taking young girls, unused to the ways of the world and preparing them for adult life.  Julie was devastated.  Although she had not been close to her father, he was all the family she had, as she was an only child and both her parents had been without siblings as well.

What made it worse for Julie was that her body had decided at this time to go through puberty.  She was a very late developer, but her body, when it decided to develop, seemed to go into overdrive.  Julie had been a girl of medium height and very slender figure when she noticed some swelling in her breast area and the commencement of some growth of hair under her armpits and in her pubic region.  She had made no mention of this to anyone, being too embarrassed.  She had little idea of the naked form of either males or females, as both her mother and governess wore large, baggy clothing that gave little indication of the shape beneath.  Shortly after noticing the start of these physical changes, Julie had been showering one morning and had noticed blood running down the inside of her thighs, mixing with the water of the shower and running over her feet.  She had shrieked in surprise and terror and after drying herself off had raised the subject with Miss Brown who asked her if she had had any conversation with her mother or father about the facts of life. Julie responded no and after much pursing of her lips, Miss Brown had given Julie a very brief resume of what was happening inside her, that it would happen every month and told her that it was the females penance to God.  She lent Julie some sanitary pads, told her on no occasion was she to use towels which fitted inside her on the basis that they could harbour disease and told Julie that she would buy her some further pads on her next visit to the shops in the nearest town, fifteen miles away.  Over the next few months, Julie's body seemed to explode. Her lithe, almost boyish form changed unrecognisably as she grew large breasts and saw her hips widen and acquired large tufts of hair under her arms, in her pubic area and on her legs.  She fast outgrew her clothes as well and as Julie was not allowed to visit the local town, Miss Brown persuaded her father to let her have some money so that she could buy Julie some new T shirts and trousers.  She had no new undergarments, no brassieres and Miss Brown insisted that Julie wear sweatshirts at all time to ensure that her form was not overly on display, despite the fact that there were few on the farm to see.

With her father’s announcement, Julie was caught up in a whirlwind of activity to get ready for the new school term in September.  When she received details of the school uniform she had to wear, it was clear that she would need to visit a school outfitter’s to be measured for all the various garments she needed.  She had never been more than 10 miles away from the farm so she looked forward with some trepidation to the journey into the large town that she was to visit in the company of Miss Brown.  
The morning of the expedition, Julie rose early from bed.  She always slept in the nude although she had been finding that more difficult recently as her breasts seemed to slide to her side and get a little in the way. She stood up and looked down at them, holding them both up for inspection.  They were milky white in complexion with a few blue veins just becoming visible underneath the surface of her skin.  She let her hands wander across her breasts for a short while, wondering why it felt so relaxing before she let then fall and rose to walk across her bedroom, noticing as she did the way in which they wobbled as she rose and fell from her toes to her heals.  It was most puzzling she thought as she washed and dressed.  What use are they, why did they grow and why does it feel so good when she stroked them?
After breakfast she met with Miss Brown and they drove the twenty five miles over country roads and Julie got more and more surprised at the numbers of people and the frantic pace of everyone, going about their normal business.  They entered the old-fashioned school outfitters in the mid-morning to be greeted by two middle aged women, dressed in tweed suits, one of who seemed short and round and the other very tall with a huge bust.  Miss Brown explained the nature of their business and left Julie in their care while she went to visit the local library.

The taller of the two ladies, who stood almost a head higher than Julie, took her by the hand and led her into an enclosed area at the rear of the shop in order that she could be measured. Julie handed over to the lady the list of garments that the school had sent to her which included descriptions of items that Julie had never heard of.  The sales lady recognised the school’s name and quickly understood from Julie’s appearance that she was likely to need a complete wardrobe, including trunks for their transportation.  As she scanned down the list of garments she asked Julie if she knew any of her sizes. With Julie's shake of the head, the saleslady asked Julie to remove her top clothes in order that she could commence measuring.  Julie was in consternation; she had never exposed herself to anyone, not even her mother, but she could see that in this case she had no option.  As she took off first her raincoat, then her sweatshirt and T shirt, she could see the sales lady's mouth drop. Julie misinterpreted the look of awe as being one of disgust and attempted to hide herself.  
“No need my dear, I see bodies all day every day” said the sales lady as she salivated at the prospect of touching the youthful body in front of her.  Her first touches were to the breasts, which she started to stoke.  
“What are you doing” stammered Julie.  
“I need to get them all warm so that they are in their swollen state my dear.  They grow when they are warmed up and you don't want me to measure you too small do you?”
“But what for” asked Julie.  
“For a brassiere” my dear.
“What is a brassiere?” Julie asked.  The sales lady explained to Julie the purpose of a bra, all the while stoking both her breasts.  After a couple of minutes she measured Julie around the chest and her cup size; “36H” she announced.  
“Is that normal” asked Julie.  
“Well” she replied, “I'm a 48G.  Yours are bigger in cup size and sag a lot less than mine because of your age.  You also have inverted nipples my dear - worth going to see the doctors about that”.  
With that she asked Julie to take down her trousers so that she could take her waist and leg measurements. Julie was now getting most concerned but could see the logic of the woman’s argument – it was difficult to be measured accurately with her baggy clothes still on her body.  She slowly took off her shoes, slid off her trousers and stood in her knickers.  
At the saleslady’s request, she stood with her legs apart so that she could take her inside leg measurement.  The sales-lady could see that Julie had not been shopping recently.  Her panties were some years old and besides being very small for her had also turned grey with the repeated washing to which they had been subjected.  Julie only had two pairs of knickers and, with her mother’s direction, had got into a routine of wearing each garment for a week before hand-washing it clean.  It was evident to the lady that Julie had not changed them recently. Not only was there an odour of urine and rear end waste but there was also clear visual evidence; she could see some yellow stains around the front of the panties and a few skid marks on her rump.  The sales lady heart leapt as the smell of a dirty fanny was a particular fetish of hers.  She dropped to her knees in front of Julie, her face only inches away from Julie’s pubic region and asked her to spread her legs  wider so that she could take her inside leg measurement. Julie complied and with the stretching of under panties, the sales lady got a clear outline of Julie’s camel-toe.  She could see that Julie had recently had some discharge as there was a slight damp patch on gusset.  To either side were strands of pubic hair that could not be contained by the material.  The sales lady wondered whether she would be able to asked Julie to remove her panties so as to improve her measuring.  She decided to take a chance and after some initial hesitation, Julie again complied.  As Julie slid them down her legs, the sales lady from her vantage point on the floor was greeted with a mass of hair and, as Julie responded to her calls for her to spread her legs further apart, a perfectly formed vagina whose labia lips had parted ever so slightly, but just enough so that she could see the glistening of moisture on them.  It took all her self-control to resist darting her tongue up to clean it off there and then.
She raised the tape measure, placed it to one side of her vagina and took the measurement.  She felt Julie shudder as she placed the cold metal end of the tape against her inner thigh and she could have sworn that she saw Julie’s clitoris grow slightly and poke its head out of its enclosure.  To test her theory, she decided to take the measurement of both legs and so took the tape and placed the metal end a little higher, casually brushing the back of her hand against Julie’s labia and clitoris hood as she did.  She felt another judder and this time it was unmistakeable as Julie’s clitoris hove into her view.  She could smell the musky scent of a female getting aroused and could see a droplet of female excitement forming. She asked Julie to bend forward slightly so that she could take her hip measurement.  From where she knelt in front of Julie she almost got a faceful of Julie’s bosom as she leant forward to pass the tape around Julie’s body.  As she tried to avoid placing her face in contact with Julie’s left breast, Julie’s nipple momentarily brushed her lips.  She then had another idea and asked her to turn around and bend forward with her feet apart so that she could take her waist measurement.  From her vantage point she got a close-up view of Julie’s pink anus, slightly stained with yellow-brown from a bowel movement that Julie had had that morning but had not thoroughly wiped clean..  Asking her to bend further forward her splayed vagina came into view and a view beyond of her breasts, dangling down like two large cows udders.  She placed her head almost in touching distance of Julie’s anus, her breath surely being felt by her intimate areas, and placed the tape round Julie’s middle and took the measurement. The sales lady was struggling to contain her excitement.  If only she could find an excuse to get naked as well.  She thought of a question to ask and stood up to face Julie.
“Have you ever worn any female under-wear such as brassieres, suspenders, stockings and the like?”
“No” replied Julie.
“They are all part of your required school uniform.  Would you like me to show you how to put them on and adjust them so that you know how to wear each garment when it’s delivered?”
“Yes please” responded Julie, grateful that someone could be so kind to her.  She had never had someone pay so much attention to her before and was a little overwhelmed by the experience.
The sales lady proceeded to unbutton the front of her tweed suit, revealing a cream satin top.  She took off the tweed jacket and started to undo the satin top. As she finished,  she slid it down her shoulders and arms, exposing her huge breasts, covered with a gargantuan white, lace brassiere. The sales lady described to Julie the particular design features of the garment; the thick straps to help prevent the straps from digging into her shoulders too deeply, the adjustments on each strap, the long-line design which emphasise the line between her breast and the rest of her chest, the cross over design of each cup to help separate each breast and the elasticity of the cup to provide support. She reached behind her to undo the rear hooks from their eyes and removed the garment entirely exposing her enormous white breasts to Julie who noticed the strands of four or five blue veins that ran down each globe and the wisps of hair that grew around the edge of each nipple, each of which seemed to grow before her eyes to stand proud at about an inch long.
She stood mesmerised as the sales lady started to unzip her skirt and slip it down to the floor, stepping out of it to be only two feet in front of Julie, who because of the height difference, was left staring directly at the ladies chest. Julie looked down and saw that the lady had on what looked to her a dark shiny long socks, which were stockings, together with a belt of some description that held them up with a number of strands of elastic with metal clasps and finally a set of white lace knickers.  Julie could see a large mat of dark pubic hair contained by the knickers and found herself with an urge to scratch an itch between her legs, the same one that she’d had a few minutes ago when the saleslady had inadvertently touched her with the tape measure.  She resisted the temptation and listened patiently as the sales lady described the purpose and operation of the suspender belt, the stockings and the various other garments such as basques, corsets and corselettes.  Finally they got to the shoes and the sales lady pointed Julie to her own shoes which were with four inch heels, similar to the ones stipulated for her school use.
Julie felt overloaded with all the information and a wave of gratitude washed over her when the sales lady volunteered to write down all that she’d told Julie and that she would ensure that the complete new wardrobe, including daywear and eveningwear was packed, ready to go in the two new trunks that Julie would require.  A tear of emotion trickled down her face and the saleslady sensing her chance, stepped forward and gave Julie a big hug, something that Julie had not had since she was a very little girl. Because of their difference in height, Julie’s face was encased in the saleslady’s breasts and after a couple of seconds the sales lady turned round slightly and Julie found a nipple pressing against her mouth.  Almost by instinct, she opening her mouth and started to suckle and was amazed to find after a few more seconds that fluid seemed to be running from the breast into her mouth.  She became aware that the saleslady’s breathing had increased and that there was a musky aroma filling the room.  She also sensed that she was getting that itch back between her legs and was just going to give in and scratch it when she heard from the front of the shop the door bell ring and another customer entered. The noise of the entrance broke the spell and Julie pulled herself clear from the older lady’s embrace.
“I’m sorry” she muttered, “ I don’t know what came over me”.
“Don’t be concerned” the sales lady said in a soft voice, “there’s more to show you yet.  For one thing, I need to show you how to shave your legs so that you can wear the stockings”.
Julie looked at her curiously. 
“Feel my legs and then your own” the sales lady continued.  Julie tentatively put her hand onto the sales lady’s left leg and gently ran her hand up her calf and then moved her hand onto her own leg and quickly realised the difference.  
“If you wait here for a couple of seconds, I’ll just go and get an electric razor that we keep in the shop and use it to shave one leg for you.  You can do the other one yourself”.
The sales lady returned almost as soon as she had gone with a battery operated razor in hand and knelt in front of Julie and proceeded to shave Julie’s left leg, starting at the calf and gradually moving up to her thigh and pubic area.  She said gently, “you can shave your pubic area in due course but for now I’ll leave it as it is”.  Julie had felt herself go tense as the woman’s hands had reached higher up her thigh and had felt the itch between her legs return with a vengeance.  The sales lady for her part could see more moisture gather on Julie’s labia and as she moved the razor from side to side, could see Julie’s clitoris start to protrude slightly from its hood.   In the distance, she could hear her colleague serve the new customer and with a silent sigh, realising that today wasn’t going to be her day, she stood up and passed the razor to her, instructing Julie as to its usage.  Julie quickly caught on with the required technique and finished shaving her other leg.
As she finished she heard Miss Brown call her name.
Julie felt the sales lady jolt upright as though hit with an electric current and urged Julie to put on her clothes while shouting to Miss Brown that they would be with her in a minute or two having finished measuring and trial fitting.  After they had both dressed but before they left the enclosed area the sales lady took Julie by the shoulders, whispered to her that she hoped that everything was in order and that she hoped that their little cuddle could be their secret.  With that, she checked their dress was complete and led Julie back to the front of the shop, where Julie could see the other saleslady looking at her with a little smile on her face. 

After discussion with Miss Brown, it was agreed that as most of the clothes had to be specially made, the shop would arrange for two special deliveries; one to the house the following week to cover the clothes that Julie would need for travelling to her school and the other, being the vast bulk of the clothes, to go direct to her school so that they would be waiting for her when she arrived.

Later that day, as she was preparing for bed, Julie thought of the hands that had stroked her breasts and wondered about the funny feeling she had felt near where she had a pee.  She also wondered if she ought to tell Miss Brown about the inverted nipple comment but decided against it.  Miss Brown had seemed to be quite embarrassed when Julie had talked to her about her menstruation.