The Bad Little School-Boy       by Sissy Demi

Chapter Six

Chris slowly walked to his next class. He felt humiliated beyond belief. His lips felt strange with the crimson lipstick on them. His eyelashes felt heavy with the mascara. The eyeliner was emphasizing his eyes in every reflective surface he went past. He was afraid to scratch his nose and smudge the base make-up, thereby incurring further wrath from the blonde Cristina. The shoes felt a bit awkward, mostly from the strap across his instep. The shorts weren't bad except for the attention they drew toward the shoes and socks. The shirt was somewhat tight and too light. The floppy ribbon kept coming out from under the jacket. The earrings felt awkward; pulling his earlobes, pinching a bit, and dangling into his cheek. And, the damn hairband and bow kept sliding forward! SIGH!!!

The sobbing boy was passing the girls' bathroom when a slender hand shot out and pulled him inside! "Love the earrings, Chrissy!" the blonde bane of his existence gushed. "They look like the ones Julie wore yesterday!" She giggled as she lightly tapped one and started it swaying. Her cohorts giggled, as well. "Actually, my sweet," Cristina composed herself, "I waylaid you for a good reason." She ran her hand lightly down Chris' leg. "Eww," she pouted, "Peach fuzz." Chris looked down at his legs. When he raised his head, Cristina was brandishing a pink razor and can of gel. "We can't have you going all French on us, now can we?" she inquired sweetly. "Especially not for the next phase today!" They all giggled some more.

The bell rang while Cristina was finishing his first leg. She told him not to worry, as much trouble as he was already in at school, another tardy wouldn't make a difference. Ten minutes later, she was rubbing a sweet-smelling lotion on his legs ‘for razor burn'. "I want you to do this at least every three days," she sternly told him. Another girl popped a pack of pink razors along with the can of gel and the lotion into Chris' bookbag. "And shave up to your bikini line, too," Cristina added. "I only did up to your upper thigh." She turned and reached for something behind him. Chris heard a noise like a plastic hanger, and felt something brush his back. Cristina dropped the item into his lap. "Here, put this on and hurry to class, Chrissy!" It was a skirt!

Chris, now fully feminized, made it to his next class a few minutes before it ended. The teacher didn't recognize him as first, but forgave his tardiness for the good laugh he got. The last class that day was Typing. The teacher mentioned how smart Chris looked. "Just the way a good secretary should look for work!" Chris groaned as the other students laughed at him. Finally, the day ended. He was free to go home. Then, he realized he left his house key in the shorts he was wearing earlier. Damn! Now he'd have to find Cristina before the bus left. He found her by the buses as the last one was leaving. She told him she had been looking for him to give him his key she had found in the shorts. Well, she'd walk him home, but first...

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