A Boy Called Gillian

by Gillian Ogilvie

Part 4

 

My first rehearsal as Gillian was held after school on Monday the following week. My music teacher had decided that I should be properly dressed at all practices prior to the performance. I had to go home from school first and after a quick lunch I changed into my GHS uniform. Mum was at a meeting so I had to ride my bike back to GHS wearing my uniform. This was a procedure that I had never anticipated would be so complex! I fixed my violin case to the carrier and then had to get onto the bike without swinging my leg over as boys do. Alas, the crossbar made this impossible and I ended up showing my panties to the world in a most unladylike fashion! Then I had to decide whether to sit on my gym skirt on the saddle or lift it over the saddle and sit on my panties. I decided on the latter and that felt good until I had to dismount to walk over the railway footbridge. My skirt remained hooked to the saddle and much leg suspender and panty were displayed to the delight of some college boys who were walking past! The other problem was that the breeze generated as I rode tended to gradually blow my gym skirt back over my legs until my panties and suspenders started to peep out! I soon pulled the tunic back into position and had to hold it there for the duration of the trip.

Eventually I arrived at GHS with rather flushed pink cheeks, which made me very girlish. I parked my bike in the bicycle racks and set off with fiddle in my hand to the school hall. Nobody gave me a second glance as I walked through the GHS grounds up to the Hall. I felt really nice but pretty nervous so I was glad to be in the safety of the Hall among my orchestra friends. Of course no one had any idea who this new girl was but when I sat in my usual seat next to Joan the penny dropped and I received a round of applause! The music mistress swore us all to secrecy and told the orchestra to call me "Gillian".

Playing my violin was different as my right arm kept brushing my right breast!

This was a very exciting feeling, which gave me some very pleasant stirrings in my loins. I kept my knees together and as always loved the mystery of black stockings disappearing under gym skirt. It was great to look around and see all the other girls also with their knees together and gyms pulled taught across stockinged legs the same as mine. I really felt very comfortable in this new role and somehow being dressed in girl clothes made me move and think in a feminine way like a real girl. No more slouching in a boyish way while I played the violin.

I attended two more rehearsals on Wednesday and Friday and borrowed a girl's bicycle without a crossbar to make my journeys to school easier. One afternoon as I pushed my bike over the railway bridge I heard three College boys coming up behind me. They should have passed me as they were walking faster than I was but boys being boys they slowed down to get a good view of my panties which were delightfully exposed by my short gym skirt riding up as I bent forward to push my bike! Lucky boys! I actually enjoyed being the centre of attraction and gave them a blushing smile as they eventually passed. If only they knew! I just love boys!

The great night of the Prize-giving arrived and the orchestra gathered back stage to be "made up". I enjoyed having lipstick and rouge put on plus eye makeup to make us look good on stage. We all wore our navy skirts and white shirts with school ties and looked very smart. We were all seated when the curtain went up and we stood when the leader and conductor came in, to a round of applause from the audience. I knew that only a few people would know that the little girl on the second desk was in fact a boy and that no other people would suspect anything. I was careful when I stood up to make sure that my gym skirt was neat and to give my stockings a tug to make sure they were not coming down and leaving "gaps".

Our performance was excellent and we were invited to have tea and biscuits afterwards with the Principal and Staff. By this time with all my experience of being a girl I felt very relaxed and even when the Principal came up to me and shook my hand I curtsied and smiled my most girlish smile. "You make a charming girl, Michael" she said "Well done!"

When we arrived home I went straight to bed but couldn't resist peeping into the wardrobe where Barbara's skating costumes had been carefully hung during the week. A red satin leotard with long sleeves was the basis of the costumes. To make costume changes fast, the only thing that had to be chanced was the skirts. The ball gown, ballet tutu and solo short satin flip skirt were all red to match the red leotard. MY favourite was the solo costume, which was a circular very short flip skirt in red satin. My mum had instructions written down regarding which costumes went together and the plan was that we would have our own dress rehearsal on the Sunday morning. The main dress rehearsal at the ice rink was to be on Tuesday evening prior to the main shows on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights. I touched the satin solo skirt and felt the slippery satin feel that had fascinated me since my childhood. Then in bed I dropped off to sleep and dreamed that I was wearing red satin panties and a red satin dress. Very soon I had my second "wet dream" and spurted gulps of semen all over my tummy.

Sunday was cloudy and cold and would be a perfect time to dress up in all the costumes, so after breakfast when my dad had gone to golf my mum and I went upstairs to my room. First the leotard was to be put on but we had to make sure that my lump didn't show. I therefore unclipped the suspenders from my trusty panty girdle and pulled it on without locking Willie away. This was because with all the dance routines I needed to be free down below. I then carefully rolled the special skating tights up my legs and pulled them firmly into place around my waist. After this was the thrill! I opened the zip of the red leotard and stepped into the leg holes. After pulling the tight garment up into place I put my arms into the long sleeves and pulled them up onto my shoulders. This took some wiggling as the leotard is made to pull up tightly into the girls nether region. Once it was in place the leotard flattened any sign of my bulge and felt very comfortable. Finally my mum pulled the zip up and I felt the super tightness around my chest. This reminded me we had forgotten to put on my bra and breast inserts! We soon fixed that and I was able to look at myself in the big mirror. I looked stunning in the shiny satin and was able to bend and move without difficulty because of the leotards ability to stretch. The tight sleeves felt great and I just couldn't resist giving mum a hug and a kiss on the cheek! "We'll have to paint your nails and your lips red to match your costume" said mum, and I immediately got that familiar excited feeling in my tummy.

Now came the three skirts. First the ball gown which was made of red transparent tulle. I stepped into it and quickly hooked the two hooks and eyes to close the waistband. I was intrigued that in spite of the folds and folds around my legs, I could faintly see my leotard shape round the top of my legs. I lifted the skirt and looked for my bump but it had gone, under the influence of the girdle, the tights and the leotard!

The next skirt was a ballet tutu, which stood out horizontally away from my waist. I was made of five layers of stiff red net interspersed with four layers of tulle with red satin edging. I tried bending to see how far I would have to go before the audience would 'see my panties'. I only had to bend forward slightly before mum said she could see the leotard! I loved the feeling of my hands touching the flared tutu at all times. Sitting down in a chair was a problem and I had to lift the back of the tutu as I sat. "It's a good thing you have shapely legs because they are very much in evidence!" said mum.

Finally I put on the little red circular satin flip skirt which came to mid thigh and flew out into a complete circle when I spun round. This really was a leg show and I expected that as I did some of the routines with one leg out and skating backwards, the skirt would uncover the entire bottom of my leotard, much to the joy of the men and boys in the audience. I felt really comfortable in the costumes and looked forward to getting onto the ice with Brian. My hair was the same length as all the girl skaters, as fairly short bouncy hair was in fashion for girl skaters at that time.

On Sunday afternoon I spent a few hours with Brian doing some of the more difficult solo pairs routines. I borrowed a ballet leotard and tights from Joan and also wore short white cotton socks to prevent chafing of the skates. A short skating skirt completed the getup and I felt good that I didn't get any strange looks from other skaters. Fortunately I was petite and had narrow shoulders and good legs so I passed for a girl without any difficulty.

The dress rehearsal came very quickly and I must admit to being very excited as I dressed at home in my leotard and tights. I then wore a track suite and carried my skates in a togbag. The skirts were in a costume bag all ready to put on. My mum made up my face at home and I felt very girlish as I went in at the Stage Door of the rink. I used the girl's dressing room, which was a bit embarrassing, but the girls treated me as they would a new member of the team, and there was no problem.

The first scene in which I was involved was the ballet so after taking off my tracksuit I carefully put on my tutu and then short white cotton socks over my tights. My white girls' skates went on very easily and I carefully did up the hooks and pulled them tight until my ankles were securely supported. The routine went well and I was relieved that I didn't have to lead the troupe as Barbara had done. The Producer selected a very experienced girl to lead.

Next came the duet with Brian and I quickly took off the tutu and put on my sexy flip-skirt. The swing jazz music started and we shot onto the ice at a great speed. On the ice we got lots of cheers and I got lots of wolf whistles as I spun and showed my panties which were of course the bottom of my leotard, but it appeared that I was wearing tight red satin panties which the boys found very sexy! As expected whenever I skated fast the wind blew my skirt up round my waist showing my leotard and that neat "vee" of red satin going down between my legs. Fortunately Willie was well controlled and only a normal "mons pubis" was visible. Skating backwards also lifted the skirt to show my cute bum, which received a chorus of whistles. I really felt good and when we ended the routine with a kiss I fell even deeper in love with Brian.

Finally I changed into my lovely ball gown and enjoyed waltzing around in the groups and when we did the "Congo" I had to hold onto the boy in front of me and I had a boy behind holding my waist. This long snake went fast round the rink and everyone clapped madly as it was very attractive. After Cinderella had been found and the glass slipper put onto her foot she did a dance with the Prince and everyone lived happily ever after! So ended the rehearsal on the epic Tuesday. That night I slept well and dreamed about Brian and Joan, my very special friends. I would now have to wait until Thursday for the first night.

It was strange what a difference a full house made. The general atmosphere of expectation and excitement was infectious and I found my hands shaking as I put on my tutu for the ballet scene. The first nigh went very well and once again our duet was very popular. I found that I became completely absorbed in the swing jive and moved in a perfectly girlish way spinning backwards and forwards while Brian held my hand. At one stage he lifted me right up above his head as we spun and when I came down I went head first and was completely upside down for a few seconds so that my skirt fell round my tummy and really gave everyone a good look at my fanny! Lots of cheering burst out and I felt really great.

All three shows went well and I found that I wore the costumes as if there was nothing strange about my wearing them. I simply felt like a girl and it was natural for me to wear these clothes. I did wonder how I would ever go back to normal without being able to look forward to wearing girls' clothes. My lovely costumes went back to their rightful owners with the exception of my school uniform and underwear, which remained safely in my cupboard.

I continued attending the orchestra practices each Monday afternoon but of course in my own boys school uniform. I kept thinking about the fun it had been to wear the girls uniform and felt so sad that the chances of it happening again were fairly remote. Some weeks past and then one Monday at orchestra our music teacher announced that it had been decided that the orchestra would accompany the GHS school choir at the Christmas Carol service in December. All heads turned round and all eyes fixed on me! "Don't worry Gillian, you will be included!" said the teacher with a smile. I blushed crimson and felt such a surge of excitement in my tummy at this news. Of course a certain person started getting stiff so I placed my violin on my lap to hide any bulges!

We were all given a pack of the carol scores that had to be practised and also a sealed envelope to give to our mothers. When the practise was finished I rode home on my bike as fast as I could to give the letter to my mum as I was very curious to see what I had in store for me. As usual I had to cross the footbridge pushing my bike and as it happened there were two GHS girls in front of me. I of course slowed down so that I could keep behind them and admire their black stockings and the occasional flash of panties. Oh! How I envied them!

My mum gave me a cup of tea and a peck on the cheek and then read the letter. Her smile got bigger and bigger as she read so that I was beside myself with curiosity wondering what it was all about. "The orchestra is playing at the Carol service," said my mum. "I know that!" said I rudely.

"You don't know everything do you smart pants?" said mum "For instance do you know that you will be dressed as angels? And that you will be wearing white satin dresses? And that you will have tinsel in your hair?" My heart leaped and I felt all shaky as my imagination went wild. "You will also wear white stockings and soft silver ballet pumps and of course we mustn't forget the satin bra, panties and slip!" said my mum with glee. She really did love dressing me in girl's clothes.

The clothes for the carols had to be made up by the dressmaker, Mrs Green, who was still going strong, so on Saturday morning I was whisked off to be measured up. That really took me back six years to when Mrs Green dressed me for the Wool Queen pageboy adventure. Mrs Green had the pattern for the dress, which was straight down from the waist to the ground and fairly slim fitting. "You won't be able to run about in this dress my lad", said Mrs Green "You'll have to hobble like an elegant lady!" We would have to return the following Saturday for a fitting and then after a few days to take delivery of this gorgeous creation. As we left mum said "Please allow for budding breasts" Mrs Green nodded but looked a little confused! My arms had been measured so I assumed that I would have long sleeves like a bride's dress or perhaps a bridesmaid's dress. I had always envied bridesmaids and flower girls that I had seen at weddings.

The following Saturday, bright and early, we set off for Mrs Green's house. I was in my long trousers but I was wearing white satin panties, white stockings with a suspender belt, a white satin bra and two breast forms so that the fitting could be properly done. I really enjoyed walking with my mum and looking outwardly like a boy but with the exciting feel of the girlie undies underneath! The slippery feel of the panties and stockings soon brought on a stiff little man down below and I had to keep one hand in front to cover the "tent". I was wearing a jersey so the breasts were almost invisible.

The dress and full-length slip were complete except for the bottom hems so I took off my jersey, shirt, trousers and shoes much to the amusement of Mrs Green! I just blushed prettily and slipped on the slip. It is obvious why it is called a slip; it just slips on so easily until the straps on your shoulders

are holding it up. My breasts jutted out into the satin of the slip and looked very feminine but when the dress was slipped over my head the front of the dress was neatly shaped over each of my breasts. The short zip was pulled up at the back of my neck pulling the lace collar around my neck and the satin sash was tied in a bow at the back of my waist. The sleeves were the right lengths and the cuffs were snugly closed with elastic around my wrists.

I now put on the soft flat pumps and had to hitch up my skirts so that I could climb onto the table. This manoeuvre was so that Mrs Green could pin the hems at the right length. I obediently turned round slowly so she could insert the pins. At last all was done and she said "My but you are such a sweet little girl!" I just loved that!

Back on the floor, a garland of flowers was placed on my head and I was allowed to look in the full-length mirror. That was exciting but walking was even more so! The slip and dress allowed only small pretty steps and it all felt absolutely super! I really wanted to cry I felt so excited and pretty and thought how amazingly powerful the effect of clothing is on one's emotions.

Later that week a box containing the dress, slip and garland, all wrapped in white tissue paper, arrived at the house. In the evening mum suggested that I try the clothes on just to make sure that they fitted. This I did and all was well as the length was perfect and the dress fitted my girlish figure in all the important places. The box was placed in the top of my cupboard all ready for the show, which was in six weeks time.

I felt a bit sad that this was the last show I would be in as a girl but little did I know that I would soon have a new thrill to look forward to!

  

  

  

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