The Bad Little School-Boy       by Sissy Demi

Chapter Nine

The bathroom door opened and Chris spun around, his skirt twirling, trying to mask the contemplative look he knew he must have on his face. Cristina walked into the room wearing a pair of faded jeans and a black, ribbed T-shirt. She tossed her uniform into a nearby hamper and stood in front of the feminized boy. She tilted her head to the side and peered at him speculatively. "OK," she told him. "Get undressed." Chris was shocked. He stammered that he couldn't get undressed in front of her. "Oh, come off it, Chrissy!" the blonde reached up and began untying his neck ribbon. "I've seen you in your underwear already. Now hurry it up!" Chris turned a deeper shade of red but complied. Cristina turned around and began rummaging in her dresser. Whether to give a semblance of privacy, or for more nefarious reasons, Chris did not know...

Chris stood in his Fruit of the Looms, nervously wriggling his crimson toes (which he had forgotten about until know) and fidgeting with his hands. Cristina finally turned around, keeping something hidden carefully hidden behind her. "Awww..." she cooed, "You look so adorable like that! You even fidget like a girl would! teehee..." The blonde was smiling strangely at him. "I'm not sure what I have for you to wear right now," she told him. "But until I figure out something, we can get this on you!" She brandished a white, satin bra. Chris visibly blanched. "A girl has to have some sort of foundation to start from," she said. "And since this is padded, it'll help out even more in your case!" She made Chris raise his arms up and through the straps, reaching behind him and fastening the clips with a light touch.

"Hmmmm..." Cristina stared at him intently. "While I do like the combination of your boys' cotton underwear and the satin bra on you, I think some matching panties would be a perfect choice." Chris paled and began shaking his head. His tormentor turned back to the dresser and fished out the item she was talking about. "In virginal white, of course!" she tittered. Chris numbly snatched the soft, satin panties out of the air as she tossed them to him. She said she had an idea and was going to her brother's room for a moment and that he had better be wearing them when she got back. The quivering boy quickly shed his briefs and slipped the silky material up his legs, hoping to be done before Cristina returned and caught him naked.

The blonde girl came back into the room with a white, long-sleeved dress shirt. She handed it to Chris and told him that since her brother was still at the school function, he could borrow one of his shirts. Chris looked at her askance, wondering just what her plan was. "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, my dear Chrissy," she blithely stated. "Besides, I have an idea I want to try today. Now put it on!" Chris put the shirt on, a bit relieved that it was an actual article of male apparel for once today. He began to button the sleeves but Cristina stopped him with a soft touch. She rolled the sleeves up to just below his elbow, then folded the bottom hem up and under. Chris glanced in the mirror again...  SIGH!  It was a feminine look alright! "There," Cristina said, satisfied at her handiwork. "That looks cute!"

"Hurry it up, you two!" Cristina's mother said from the doorway of the bedroom. Chris jumped and tried to cover himself, blushing yet again. Cristina laughed. "Oh, Chris," sighed the older blonde beauty, "You don't posses anything I haven't seen or used in my life!" She nodded toward her daughter as emphasis to her meaning. "Besides," she continued, "You have a nice body. You shouldn't be ashamed of it." The poor boy blushed harder and became even more self-conscious. Cristina laughed harder, though it was not tinged with malice. "Oh, yes," her mom tossed over her shoulder as she was leaving the room, "I've called your parents and let them know where you are, Chris. I asked if it was ok for you to stay the night, as we will be getting home late from the mall. I assured them I would get you to school tomorrow, as well." Chris couldn't believe this! "And, Cristina?" she called, finally leaving the room, "Lose his make-up. I made an appointment."

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