The Bad Little School-Boy       by Sissy Demi

Chapter Ten

Cristina again stood, contemplating her living doll. She still hadn't decided on an outfit for him. For what she had planned, she didn't need for him to look like a tomboyish girl, as he had been. No, she wanted a sissy look for him now. She wanted everyone to see him as a girlish boy! She reached in her closet and pulled out a knee-length, denim chambray skirt. She motioned Chris over and had him step into it, tucking his shirt in and adjusting the elastic waist of the skirt. The blonde girl stepped back and studied her creation for a moment. "Too dowdy for your white shirt," she finally told him. "Take it off. I'll find something a bit more trendy." She turned back toward her enormous closet. "One must look nice for the boys, when one goes to the Mall!" she recited as she searched for more clothes to try on him.

Chris stood in his borrowed clothing and waited as patiently as he could. He wanted to smack Cristina for subjecting him to this. But he knew that any retaliation on his part (at least, what could be traced back to him) would only make his parent and school sanctioned punishment longer or even somehow worse. Still, he marveled at himself. The soft material of the bra felt soft and stimulating against his nipples. But, it made his chest protrude, making even this boy's shirt seem feminine. Then again, the satiny panties were sheer heaven! They caressed his boy parts with a soft, silky feeling... he was actually beginning to get a bit aroused by it. The sure as heck beat his normal briefs! As long as he didn't have the make-up or hair stuff on, and he was at least in pants, he was not too upset. Well, except for the harassment from the other kids, and...  Oh no!  Another skirt!.

Cristina had him again step into the skirt she held, zipping it up the back. There were two suspender straps, as well. She slipped those over the dejected boy's shoulders and adjusted the cross straps in the back. With a few deft movements, the blonde girl fluffed his collar and tucked the shirt in properly. "The skirt is suede," she said offhandedly. She took one of Chris' hands and rubbed it down the front of the outfit. "Feels nice, huh? Looks good on you, too!" She spun him slowly for a better look. "Yeah... I think this one will do it," Cristina murmured to herself. "All I need is a pair of... oh... wait... Damn! I forgot Julie borrowed my brown booties that go with that skirt." She frowned and told Chris to take that one off, too. Chris sighed in relief, hoping she'd find something more masculine for him.

"Let's see," she was still talking to herself, "Maybe something red to give a splash of color to the white and to compensate for the lack of make-up?" She reached back into the seemingly never empty closet and brought forth a red plaid skirt. She handed it to Chris, as it was too short for her to effectively help him into it. The sullen boy choked back his anger and tears as he slipped the skirt up his legs. It was a brushed wool, with kicky little box pleats. He closed his eyes in frustration as he tried to zip and button it behind him. Cristina's soft and gentle hands brushed Chris' fumbling ones out of the way as she reached around his waist and fastened the skirt for him. Her body lightly pressed against his. Her cheek rested alongside his tear streaked one. She could feel him trembling... or was it herself?

Cristina soothingly gripped one of Chris' loose hands in one of hers. Her free hand slipped from his skirt's waistband down to his butt. She pulled him a bit closer and felt something poke her leg. Her head turned slightly toward him. Their mouths met timidly. Cristina could still feel him trembling, tasted the salty tears on his lips. She gently kissed them away, loosening her grasp on his hand to stroke his face comfortingly. "Shhhh..." she breathed in his ear. "It's all right, my sweet, pretty boy." With a jerk, the suddenly scared boy pushed back from the clinging girl. Cristina stumbled. Embarrassed at herself for the scene, she lashed out, slapping him, sending Chris sprawling backwards on the bed. The short, pleated skirt flipped up and revealed an unladylike bulge in his white satin panties.

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