Co-ed - ucation                 by: Julie                     missjulie13@hotmail.com

 

It was a beautiful October day where amicable breezes floated bright red and yellow leaves that fell from their fiery torches that emblazoned the campus. But the friendly gusts of wind sometimes carried more than the bright colored leaves upward, …. to the delight of us males as we paused between classes.

Male students often gathered at one particularly infamous windy knoll where groups of boys could be found admiring the upward forces of nature. Flashes of forbidden lace and smooth alabaster were greeted with whistles and cheers, while helpless coeds laden with books and purses reacted to the sudden brisk autumn currents with their own crimson colors of lost modesty. ….. Sometimes the celebrations would get markedly boisterous and lively when white lace gave way to silky, brown thigh tops with their ribboned clasps that connected upward into soft, lacy pastels…..

Linda and I were walking together from Literature class this day, and approaching the infamous knoll. I had been trying to get her to go out on a date with me since I first saw her; and fortunately, having the same class afforded me the time and opportunity to try and melt away this resistance she had.

I suddenly let out a whistle; … and Linda looked over a little annoyed at me. … I couldn’t help myself when a friendly breeze lifted the skirt of a lovely shaped coed in front of us, showing her lacy white slip, ….. and then her milky thighs framed by her lacy white garter belt and pink pantied bottom …. "Sorry" I smiled; …. But I wasn’t ‘….. I wasn’t at all.

For a brief moment I was envious of the boys who could linger, while I could only snatch ruffled glimpses, held hostage by the windy lottery in my all too brief passage. …. But then again, I was presently in the company of an all too attractive member of this helpless clique. … Linda was hopefully to be my latest conquest.

College was such a great dating world. I loved tasting as many delights as possible; and I managed my share.

Linda had another class on the far side of campus; and even though it was a little out of the way for me, I decided to walk her all the way to her next class. This day it payed off; and although she hadn’t agreed to a real date, she agreed to meet tonight for a little study session. It was a little strange, being Friday night and all; but then I hoped I could talk her into going out for a drink or something to eat after; …. but if not, I still had Alyssa,, another girl, lined up for 9 PM.

I met Linda outside her cafeteria, and walked with her over to her dorm. Boys were only allowed above the first floor during certain hours, … and not very many hours at that. We entered the side door of the ivy-covered stone building, and climbed the stairs to the third floor. She peered down the hall to be sure there weren’t any unsuspecting, half-dressed girls; and allowed me to follow when she saw the coast was clear. … I had hoped for an accidental meeting of scantily clad girls as we progressed down the hallway.

It smelled, and even looked, like the wondrous den of femininity I imagined. The hallway was so clean and quiet, with some ribbons and flowers on some of the doors, and even a pastel scatter rug in front of one room. I loved the feeling of being the only male in the vicinity of the girl’s own comfort zone.

We stopped at a room in the middle of the building with tables and chairs. It was the girl’s lounge, and it had a couch, and a small refrigerator and stove with feminine curtains at the windows. I was a little astonished. The boy’s dorm didn’t have amenities like this.

Linda left me there while she went to get her books; and when she returned we settled down to discuss the book we were studying in class. Being Friday we had the lounge all to ourselves; although about an hour later several girls began showing up. We were about finished with our little study session anyway, and it WAS Friday, so we joined them in relaxed conversation.

Just then Sheila came in; and I was suddenly nervous. Sheila had found me attractive, and tried pursuing me, just as I was pursuing Linda now. I wasn’t particularly attracted to Sheila, but hey … she wasn’t unattractive and was good for a nice evening. We did some heavy making out a few weeks ago; … but then I never called her again.

A few minutes later there was some kind of bell that sounded, but no one seemed to pay it much attention.

Two minutes later I was surprised by Alyssa. She looked shocked … and hurt to see me.

"I thought we had a date tonight ?" She gasped.

"Uh … yes … of course Alyssa…. That’s at nine." I nervously replied, somewhat perplexed.

"What are you doing here ?" I asked.

"I just came bye to see my friend Janet, and see if I could borrow her pink skirt for our date." She answered.

The girls in the room were giving me some not too friendly looks. ……. What was I doing so wrong ? I wondered.

" ’ looks like Carl here has other plans. It looks like we have a brazen wolf among the sheep." Sheila spit, smelling an opportunity to avenge my neglect of her. … "Don’t feel bad Alyssa. I fell for his lines myself once."

I sensed I was in trouble. Linda was giving me looks, and we hadn’t even been on a date.

"Yes,…. He just asked me if I wanted to go out for a drink ….. and you have a date tonight ?" Linda announced.

I felt the room closing in on me. I started to gather my books and rise.

"You were going to stand me up ?" Alyssa cried.

"Uh … no, of course not." I protested, picking up my things and looking for a path through the girls to escape.

"Oh …. Going to flee now ? … ‘just like a boy !" One of the girls shouted.

"Yes, …. the superior male, … isn’t it Carl ?" Another girl called.

O M G ! It was Patty, … a girl I had conversed with several weeks ago at a party. …. She was another girl that took a liking to me; but although she was fun to talk to I never called the number she gave me. She just wasn’t all that pretty.

"We are just girls …. huh Carl ? We aren’t smart enough for you. We could never compete with men, …. so we are only good for one thing."

Woah ! What had I said at that party ? ….. I had to get OUT of here !

"I wouldn’t say that….." I smiled, trying to be as charming as I could.

"You guys ……. expecting us girls to sit around by the phone …. just in case you might decide to call us. …. You ought to try being a girl for a day."

"Yes, …. you’d look so cute in a skirt … and stockings." A girl next to Patty laughed.

"Hey ! …. It’s way after seven. What is a boy doing up here anyway ?"

"I was just leaving." I tried to answer.

"Only girls are supposed to be here now. … You could get in serious trouble being up here. ….. Mrs. Lynch will have your hide if she catches you. You could get expelled."

"Hey, … maybe you ought to be put in a dress. Just how are you going to get out of here now anyway ?" Another girl questioned.

"Hey Alyssa !… I bet he’d make a cute girl in that pink skirt."

"Yeah ! …. He’s up here with us girls, make him wear a dress !" Some girl jeered

The girls broke out in laughter and cheers. …. There were some more comments made; and before I knew it I found myself being pushed down the hall, and into the girl’s lavatory. I was afraid to put up much resistance and cause a ruckus. They were right. I could get in serious trouble if I was caught up here, and being expelled along with everything else meant the loss of student deferment for the Vietnam war draft !

One of the heftier girls, along with plenty of help, threw me into a shower stall; and the water was turned on full force, …. cold water ! There was more cheering as I was soon completely drenched. … I managed to get the water turned off, but stood there freezing.

"Now you’ll have to get out of those clothes !" One girl yelled, to the cheers of the others.

I tried pushing my way out, but there were too many girls blocking my way.

"You’re not going anywhere till you strip out of those wet clothes." Linda laughed.

I felt my defiance dripping away as I stood shivering in the shower. Even if I managed to somehow push my way out, which wasn’t likely, it was 50 degrees outside. I’d freeze to death out there. So, I decided I’d brave it out, and see who would be more embarrassed, me or the girls, and give them the naked male they asked for. …But unfortunately, they cheered as each piece of clothing came off and disappeared into their midst. They clamored for my underwear, and although there were a few blushing faces, my briefs were greeted with cheers, and I blushed as much as the most timid of the girls. Minutes seemed like hours, as I stood naked, shivering; …… and then Janet handed me a razor.

"Shave those legs !"

I looked out at the power-crazed girls in confusion. One of the girls reached in and turned the cold water on again. I yelped … to their delighted howls. Shivering all the more, and looking at the wall of girls still before me, I began to slowly, nervously run the razor over my leg. There were a couple of girls who were quick to give me instructions, and tell me to shave all the way up. I had to shave my legs, …. as well as my underarms, smooth before I was finally handed a towel to dry myself. I wrapped the towel around me; and then they forced me down the hall, and into one of the girl’s rooms.

A pair of white panties with a lace flower and ribbon bow were handed to me. There were giggles and clamoring for me to put them on as I looked at the light, silky underwear, trying to decide which was worse: my shivering nakedness or the embarrassment of wearing panties. The girls tittered as I reluctantly slipped them on, and then they sat me on a chair in the middle of the room.

Several bras were produced, and Patty selected a white, thinly padded, lace edged one, with a little ribbon bow. This was slipped up my arms and hooked in back for me by a couple girls, to a room full of giggles and laughter. The shoulder straps were lengthened, and then some nylons were used to stuff the cups. … I looked down at the alien, glaringly white band, pointing out girlishly at my chest. One of the girls snapped the elastic band in back, to resounding laughter. I was thoroughly embarrassed.

The girls were now flowing in and out of the room, their arms loaded with various feminine garments. The girls squealed in delight as several girdles were brought forth, and opinions were expressed as to which one I should have to wear. One was selected, and I had to step into it, and a couple girls helped pull the tight girdle into place. The smooth, white legs covered the top of my thighs; and it had covered garters and cross-stitching with some design to it over my privates.

I was pushed back onto the chair while the girls looked over some of the dresses, skirts, blouses, slips, and things that were arriving.

My hair was brushed out, and Sandra, a girl with some beautician experience was called in.

"Yeah ! ‘ boys want to have long hair, it’s time they are shown how to care for it !" One girl shrieked with laughter.

I soon felt my shoulder length hair being put up in curlers, while two other girls started working on my fingernails. I cried out as the girls dug at my cuticles, and was chided, and called a big baby.

Once my hair was tightly wound, I was pulled to my feet; and they held up different garments to me while they all made cute, teasing comments.

A very femininely laced full white slip was held up to me, and the room filled with squeals of girlish elation. The silky nylon lingerie was pulled over my head and smoothed into place.

I was seated on the chair again, and fitted with a plastic bonnet. I now could only see their smiling faces as their laughter and teasing were lost to the whir of the hair dryer.

Linda and Janet began applying makeup: a liquid base, blusher, eyeshadow, mascara, and face powder. The bonnet was removed just as Janet picked up a pinkish-red lipstick.

"Ok …. pucker up sweetie." She laughed.

I winced as she held my chin and applied the girlish color over my lips; and then they held up a makeup mirror to me. I was startled to see my face look quite soft and feminine, with enhanced blue eyes, and long, dark lashes … with red, wet lips. I looked so much like a sissy girl !

A frilly dress had been selected, and it was held up to me, and then prepared to go over my head. A scarf was thrown over my head to protect my makeup, and the dress followed.

I nervously looked down at the light, flower print dress as the girls zipped it in back and fussed over it. …. I squirmed. They were dressing me in such sissy girl clothes !

I was pulled over in front of a full-length mirror as they giggled and primped the lace trim of the gathered puff sleeves. The dress was white with a pink, yellow and green flower print, and had a sheer chiffon layer over the smooth, satiny print material. The skirt was very full, and the scooped neckline was ruffled. Linda looked me over, and then giggled as she tied a light pink satin ribbon around my neck as a choker.

The curlers were removed, and my curled hair arranged. Linda pulled a pink satin ribbon under the curls in back and tied a neat bow above my new bangs, to some teasing and giggling "ooohs and aaahs" of the girls. I wriggled in embarrassment at their remarks about the new "cute girl" in their midst.

"You look so pr ..e ..t.. t ..y ! We can’t call you Carl now." Alyssa remarked. "Let’s see….. ‘ Carla ?" She proffered.

"No, … we already have a Carla in the dorm." A girl replied.

" ..’ Carlotta ? …. No, …. How about Darla ? … I like that."

The girls all giggled.

"You look so sweet, … Darla !" Linda teased.

I was seated again as two girls swept the dress under me. Patty held a pair of sheer, shimmering, brown stockings, and rolled one down and began sliding it up my leg. The skirt of the dress was pushed back, and she attached the garters to the top of the stocking, to more squeals and laughter. Once she repeated the process to my other leg, the light, silky slip and dress were smoothed over my lap.

The cool, slippery feeling of the nylons and dress over my legs were surprisingly remarkable, …. and felt unmistakably feminine. I blushed a fiery scarlet. I had loved the feel of a girl’s nyloned leg; … but astonished how the nylons felt so much silkier from this side !

White heels of about 2 inches were slipped on my feet, and the tiny strap fastened. I was helped to my feet; and I wobbled; and a shrill squeal of jubilation filled the room.

I was in shock, … in stunned disbelief; and found myself feeling so uncharacteristically weak and vulnerable in the sissy girl clothes.

I was told to walk across the room: ,,, and the room full of girls exploded with laughter. A girl on each side steadied me as they gave me instructions on how to walk in the feminine footwear. They guided me down the hall and back; and the silky dress and nylons whispered so femininely as I walked in shortened steps.

Word spread, and girls were coming from other floors to see what was going on. I heard them whispering, and gasp and giggle in disbelief when informed I was a boy.

I blushed at how I looked, sounded and felt as I listened to their giggling comments about how pretty I looked; … but then I was told I still walked like a boy.

One of the girls suggested a tighter girdle, … and a long open bottom girdle was pulled on under my dress, pushing my thighs tightly together. ….. How was I supposed to walk in this ? But a few steps across the room, and the girls all cooed how girlishly I now walked, … with a girlie wiggle.

All the girls now fussed over me, saying what a cute girl I made. I was led over to stand in front of a full length mirror, … where I was repeatedly teasingly asked if I didn’t think I looked like a pretty girl. I could only nod in embarrassment. I looked so girlish and feminine indeed, from the pink ribbon in my curly hair to my slender, shiny, nyloned legs in white heels sticking out from under the frilly, filmy, flower print dress.

Linda applied more lipstick to my lips.

"Let’s go downstairs to the lounge, … Darla." Patty suggested.

I protested.

"You better cooperate. If Mrs. Lynch or anyone were to catch you in here dressed like this, … well .. it would be embarrassing, …. and you’d be in some real trouble. So you’d better make a convincing girl." Patty warned. …. "And give us any trouble, and we might just leave you in front of your dorm like this, ….. or better yet, just in your lovely lingerie." She laughed.

The girls took me downstairs. It was difficult managing the steps in heels with the limited mobility of my legs. It was 10:40 PM when I was escorted into the lobby amongst 10 girls. Mrs. Lynch questioned the girls from across the room if they intended to go out, as the doors would be locked at 11:00.

"No, Mrs. Lynch", Linda replied.

The girls all giggled as we all sat. Janet and Alyssa fussed over me as I took a seat, making sure my skirt was neatly arranged. Mrs. Lynch looked over at us suspiciously as she locked the front door.

The girls bemoaned that it was too late to take me out with them, and then made suggestions about taking me out tomorrow night. Being Saturday night, it was the one night girls could stay out later without having to sign up the day before. Girls were much more restricted than us boys, I thought. …. I could only cringe in fear, as I was helpless to fight them, and had no idea what they were planning, or how long they intended to keep me dressed like this.

They took me back upstairs again. Going up the stairs was not just arduous, but exhausting, as my legs strained against the confines of my girdled thighs. I ascended quite slowly, and the girls behind me played with my skirt hem, and shrieked with joy at the sight of my lacy underpinnings.

One of the girls smeared goop all over my face to remove the makeup.

They undressed me down to bra and panties once we returned to Linda’s room. Patty pulled a pink and white flowered nightie over my head. It was long, with a high neckline with ruffles, and trimmed with a bow at the bust. They debated whether I should have my hair put back in curlers for the night, but no one wanted to bother doing it; but then Sue decided my toenails needed polished. She and another girl turned my toenails a bright pink. The girls teased me while the polish dried; and then I was taken to the bathroom, and pushed into a stall.

"You better go now, while you can." They warned.

I was then herded into a room next to Linda’s. It was the room of a cute girl named Cathy, whose roommate had gone home for the weekend. The girls tucked me in, and then stood over me laughing and giggling as Linda straightened and fuss over the ribbon bow in my hair.

"You aren’t to move from here till morning." Linda explained. "Can we trust you, .. or do we have to tie you to the bed ?"

I assured them I’d stay put.

Cathy kissed my cheek.

"Goodnight Darla", she said; …. and the girls giggled.

I looked about the room when I awoke the next morning. I looked at the dresser with makeup and bottles of perfume, …. and a box of Tampax. I lifted the covers to see the pink and white nylon nightie with two small bumps at my chest. A bra, ….. I was wearing a bra, .. and it was strangling me. I pulled the band down out of my armpits. … How did I get into such a predicament ? I looked over at Cathy, who was beginning to stir. Wow ! I wish the circumstances were a little different. She was so cute !

Patty, Sue and Janet came in then.

"Good morning girls." Patty greeted.

"Good morning Darla." Janet giggled.

I was escorted out, and over to Linda’s room, as Cathy sat up in bed, smiling.

The girls brought a pan of water, with a washcloth and soap, and I was helped to bathe, … away from the general body of girls who would be coming in and out of the lavatory.

I was then dusted with lightly scented powder, and put into lace trimmed pink panties, and another padded bra. This one was plain, but with a ribbon bow still. It was more heavily padded, and more pointed than yesterday’s. I heard Sue and Janet giggle about it being one of Carol’s bras. I was surprised, as I had thought Carol had a cute little figure, ….. and now so did I….

The girls were delighted as I pulled on a girdle I was given. I was then seated, while they applied makeup. Sue held up a white blouse, and helped slip it on, and buttoned it in back. I was handed a pink half-slip with a white lace hem and lace applique on the skirt with a pink ribbon bow. They helped me into a dark, slim skirt; and then I was seated, and given white lace trimmed anklets and girl’s white sneakers to put on. I felt Janet brush and comb my hair, parting it down the middle and pulling it back, first the right side, and then the left. The girls giggled. … What was she doing ? Sue, Linda, Cathy, and the rest began saying what a "cute" … "pretty" … "darling" girl I looked. Janet held up a mirror, …. She had put my hair in twin ponytails, tied with pink ribbons. Cathy tied a small pink, silky nylon scarf around my neck.

I was pushed over in front of a larger mirror; and my face turned from a light blushing red to a much darker crimson ! Although what I wore wasn’t as frilly as the dress yesterday, I still looked so very, very girlish. …. And the thin white blouse allowed for everyone to see not only the full outline of the bra I wore, but some of the details as well.

With girls to guide me on each side, I was escorted downstairs. I was forced out into the daylight with a full entourage of giggling girls; and we made our way over to breakfast. I swung my head from side to side to see if there were any boys I knew; and I felt the springy, ribboned bunches on the side of my head bouncing coquetishly. My face reddened at how girlish it must look.

There were three dorms that ate at this cafeteria, two girl’s and one boy’s. I felt so exposed as I stood in line, and crossed my arms in front of me. Linda pulled the back of my blouse out, and I felt the strap of my bra snap. The girls giggled.

Nearly all of the girls wore shorts or slacks; and I felt very embarrassed at being dressed so girlishly in front of such a large number of girls …. and boys. All the giggling drew even more attention to our group; and I found myself shyly looking down, …. Only to face the white mounds at my chest. This was all so embarrassing; and I wished I could run back to Linda’s room. The girls giggled to each other, and whispered over to me how cute I looked. The humiliation was especially unbearable when a boy walked bye and said hello to one or more of the girls, pausing to look me over as well.

The girls were in high spirits as we left to return to the dorm, and laughed and carried on as we walked back. They squealed when I tugged at the bottom of the bra I was wearing.

"That’s right Darla, straighten your bra, dear." Carol laughed.

"She makes such a remarkable girl !" Cathy shreiked.

"Yes, … welcome to bras and girdles." Janet laughed. "How do you like it ?"

I sat in Linda’s room while the girls freshened themselves from breakfast; and then they chatted about what to do. Janet suggested we go shopping in town, just as Alyssa showed up and looked at me in amusement.

After some discussion, my blouse and skirt were removed, and my half-slip, in favor of a lacy, snow-white full one. They all watched in delight as I was forced to pull on nylons, and struggle to get them attached to the ribboned garters. I had to slip on white shoes with small heels, and then they dressed me in the light flower print dress. Sue put fresh lipstick on me, and touched up my makeup; and then I was given a pink purse with a long strap to carry makeup and "essentials" I trembled nervously at the thought of going into town like this.

It wasn’t until we were several hundred yards from the dorm, and a breeze kicked up lifting my skirt, that I realized we were going right by the "windy knoll"; and I was wearing a full skirt ! The breezes played with the sheer overskirt as we walked, prompting me to smooth it down occasionally, to giggling from the girls.

The wind lifted my dress in front, and it got the attention of a group of boys who were gathered about 80 yards ahead. I watched as they stared, waiting for more help from the autumn gusts as we continued toward them. I was restrained in shortened, unsteady steps in the unfamiliar heels; and it seemed like they watched me closely for ages as we slowly approached. The breezes played with the skirt of my dress, but teasingly short of showing anything more than a little lace hem of my slip.

As we were passing the group of hungry boys, Linda suddenly stopped, and began looking through her purse. The entire group of us stopped with her. It was a moment later when a sudden gust pushed the full skirt of my dress to new heights, exposing my girlie underwear: …. slip, nylon tops, garters, and girdle, to resounding whistles and applause, while I tried in vain to restrain the very light material. The girls smiled, some giggled and laughed, and others blushed a bit for my own red-faced embarrassment.

The girls laughed and commented how they wished they could do the same to all the boys on campus as we continued across the campus.

We walked down the main street of town, attracting the attention of all the boys we encountered.

We turned into the Penney’s store; and the entire group of us "girls" began looking at the dresses, blouses and skirts. The girls focused on fussing over me with suggestions about how pretty I’d look in this and that; …… and then we moved on into the lingerie department. Sue and Linda squealed, and held up some pretty panties they found, and the other girls pushed me over to them; and the silky, lacy underwear was held up to my hips. The panties were light blue with white lace up both sides with blue ribbon bows centered on the lace. This style of panties also came in pink as well as white. They were priced three for $3.95, and Sue handed me all three colors to purchase. There I was carrying these most femininely delicate panties as they directed me to look at lacy slips and nighties. Finally, some pretty bras were held up to my chest.

"Oh Darla, wouldn’t you look so sweet in this to go with your new pretty panties ?" Cathy giggled.

I was guided up to the register, and Linda directed me to pay for the panties. … I was astonished that I was expected to pay for them, and opened the purse I was carrying to see if there was any money. Imagine my surprise when along with lipstick, compact, a Tampax and a feminine napkin I saw my wallet ! I was forced to remove my boy’s wallet from the pink purse, and turned a fiery red ! I turned over my own money to the confused looking lady clerk for the panties. The girls giggled with delight.

We left Penny’s, and at the end of the block came across a hosiery store having a sale.

"Oh sweetie, you’re going to need some fresh nylons for tonight." Linda laughed.

I had heard them whispering about going out tonight, so her statement wasn’t a total shock to me.

I was lost once inside though. The girls had me look at different stockings. There were so many shades, and different styles, and different "knits" ? I was confused, and no clue which ones I was to choose. How could such a simple item be so complicated ? I paid for the three pair Linda suggested. Several of the girls succumbed to the sale, and bought pairs too

On the way back to the dorm we stopped at a soda fountain. The girls took me with them to the restroom while we waited for our order. I had to go, …and dressed as I was I couldn’t use the men’s room. Still, I felt a little funny walking into the door marked "women’s room".

"Darla, … give me your purse. I need to borrow a tampon. You don’t mind, do you sweetie ? …. Or do you need it ?" Carol asked.

I turned red, and the girls giggled.

I went into a stall, same as the other "girls".

"Be careful of your dress, Darla. Don’t get it soiled." Miranda cautioned.

It was a problem managing the dress and underwear, trying to be careful not to let the dress touch anything. I smoothed the dress as I came out; but then Cathy lifted the hem in back.

"Are your nylons nice and snug ? Did you smooth them up your legs ? You wouldn’t want to disappoint the boys at ‘wolves’ hill’ now, would you ?" Cathy chuckled.

It appeared the girls had their own name for the windy spot on campus.

The girls giggled; and I turned even redder as I smoothed the silky nylon up my legs and pulled on the panty-legs of the girdle to draw the stockings taut. I was then directed to freshen my lipstick and powder my nose, just as several girls standing at the mirror were doing.

I had to replenish my lipstick after I finished sipping my soda as well.

Walking across campus the breezes played with my light skirt, causing me to pause defensively, hands outstretched, only to have the skirt hem settle around my knees again. The girls laughed at my new girlish modesty.

There were only four boys, or wolves, at the knoll when we approached. The breezes caught my dress again, and they all smiled and one of them whistled, …. a wolf whistle, as they caught sight of my exposed gartered stockings and lingerie once again.

We arrived back at the dorm just in time for dinner, but we all went upstairs to freshen up first. Sue lightly combed my hair, straightened the pink ribbon bows in my hair, and made sure my lipstick and powder looked ok before we all set out for the cafeteria. They all watched bemused as I daintily swept my dress to sit.

When we returned from dinner, I was helped out of the dress. The girls chatted about what I’d wear and what clubs we would be going to tonight. I was going to have my hair washed and set, and wear full makeup. The girls discussed, and considered what dress and shoes I’d wear. I sat there, in the creamy white, lacy underwear, …feeling totally weak and vulnerable as the girls looked over at me with smiles and giggles as they conspired amongst themselves. I was walked down the hall in exposed, silky white mounds, frilly lace and ribbon straps, amongst some similarly dressed girls, like I was just one of the girls.

Sandra washed my hair, and then sat me in a chair in the middle of the room again while she set it in curlers.

Once my hair was put up, the girls started in on my face. Sue glued false eyelashes over my own, and tweezed my eyebrows some, while Alyssa glued fake nails. My face was moisturized and foundation cremes applied, followed by blusher and powder. Cathy finished it all off with lip-liner, lipstick and lip gloss.

My bra was changed for a larger cup one which was padded with water filled balloons, which added weight to my chest. They helped me into an even prettier, full, white slip with a flower and ribbon bow between the cups. I was then dressed in a nearly sheer white blouse with a high lacy collar, and floppy lace edged cuffs that came to my middle knuckles leaving only my new, long, glossy red fingernails in view. I was helped into a tight tangerine colored skirt, and white 3" ankle strap heels. Sandra then removed the curlers and brushed and combed my hair before spraying it and carefully tieing it with a satin ribbon in a neat bow.

The room was filled with ooohs and aahs at how pretty I looked, while some of the girls commented about how unfair it was that I, a boy, looked better than they did. I was led over to a mirror; … and I nearly fainted ! My face looked so soft and girlish, and my hair…… Sandra had styled it so femininely with soft curls framing my face. The blouse clearly showed the delicately feminine slip with the girlish ribbon bow; and I felt the weight of the fake breasts in the larger cupped bra. I wanted to reach up and fondle the lacy globes that my high heels pushed seductively out from my chest. I gulped. I would crawl across the room for a date if I saw a girl like me !

Cathy and Alyssa walked me down the hall to get me used to the new higher heels. I adapted quickly, as I had been in the slightly shorter heels all day. The skirt shortened my steps, and gave me a slight girlish wiggle. Cathy, Alyssa, and some other girls in the hall teased me, but also stared in disbelief that I was a boy.

We headed downtown, a group of 13 girls, and myself. Sue tied a pink scarf over my head to protect my hair from the wind. The silky ends swirled and fluttered about my face.

My feet started to hurt, as I had already walked to town and back in heels. I was also feeling the effects of being confined in a bra and girdle all day, and squirmed and pulled at my garments for a little relief. Alyssa and Janet made some comments about my girlish wiggle.

Some boys whistled at us as we walked down the street; and five boys followed, asking our names, and trying to pick us up. I was asked what my name was. "Darla", I replied in a soft voice, pitching it as high as I could. The girls giggled.

The boys followed us into "The Blue Parrot", where more boys perked up as we entered. I was nervous as I felt them looking me up and down, and staring at my silky, lacy bust.

I followed the girls over to a table, and carefully sat down. My skirt slid up; and I tugged the hem down with my half-lace covered hands with their long, perfectly polished nails to cover the lacy slip hem and sliver of nylon tops.

It wasn’t long before the boys surrounded us; and I was a prime target for their pick-up lines. Several of the girls on the outer edges of our group strained to hear our conversations. I said as little as possible, smiling and shaking my head no a lot as I became smothered by their attention.

Sue, Cathy, Linda, and Alyssa took me to the women’s room to freshen up. I didn’t have to pee, so went right over to the mirror behind the sinks. I was startled at the reflection I looked at ! The girl in the mirror looked so pretty … and sexy ! Her …. I mean my eyes were soft, captivating puddles of femininity, with long, curly lashes, and enhanced with Cleopatra-like eyeshadow and liner. The silky blouse didn’t hide the exquisite lace adorning my well-endowed chest. …. I was a boy magnet ! If not for the large group of girls I was with, I’d be dead meat.

Cathy and Alyssa made sure my hair, lipstick and makeup was perfect, and giggled that I wouldn’t want to disappoint the boys.

I was even more aware of the slight wiggle I had in the tight skirt and heels as we made our way across the room to our table, to some fresh calls from the boys.

When we left about forty minutes later, several boys followed us to the next club.

It was an exhausting evening fighting off the sometimes too obnoxious advances of the boys; and the girls were tickled to show me what they had to put up with. It was only about midnight when they decided we had had enough.

My feet were killing me, and I tugged at the bra and girdle for relief as we approached the dorm. The girls caught their second wind the closer we got to the door, and started teasing me.

They decided to make some popcorn, and Linda tied a frilly apron around me so I could help out. The girls decided I should serve them, and so it was up to me to bring them their sodas and refill their bowls. I was still in heels and full makeup while many of the girls had changed into sweatshirts or nighties and robes.

Finally, about an hour or so later, they removed my makeup and put me in a smaller padded bra, and a short lacy baby-doll nightie The girls squealed when I returned to the lounge to say goodnight. They made me curtsy to them, and several kissed my cheek. Cathy, Alyssa, Linda, Sue and Carol tucked me in. They stayed and chatted about the evening and about me, and giggled about what a cute girl I was. Carol and Sue, … and then Linda left.

Alyssa sat on the edge of the bed, and teased me some more, playing with the ribbon in my hair. She kissed my cheek, and then looking at me for a moment, kissed my lips. Alyssa and Cathy giggled, and Alyssa felt my padded chest, and then pulled the covers back to see my pretty nightie. Alyssa pulled the nightie up, and giggled at the bulge in my panty bottoms. Cathy came over, and there were three of us on the bed. Alyssa was still dressed, as she lived in another dorm, and now pulled off her blouse. Cathy wore a cute, but slightly plainer baby-doll nightie than me, and looked a little surprised at Alyssa, and then giggled and pulled her top off. She wasn’t wearing a bra like Alyssa. I reached out to them, and before I knew it had two giggling girls in bed with me. They quickly peeled my nightie and bra off, …… but giggled and wouldn’t let me remove the hair ribbon. I fondled their breasts, and they fondled mine. …….. They took turns riding me, and the three of us had a sensational time. When we were all exhausted they insisted I put my nightie back on, and the three of us cuddled into sleep.

In the morning it was like it didn’t really happen. I was treated like a girl once again.

Alyssa said goodbye before leaving to go back to her dorm.

Sue, Linda, Patty, and Carol decided I was going to go to church with them, and then Cathy decided to go too. I was bathed and dressed much like yesterday, and put into a white dress with lacy ruffles. I wore the white 2" heels, white hair ribbon, and a white silky scarf with a rose print.

We ate in the cafeteria when we came home from church, and then I was allowed to remove everything but my new white panties upstairs. I was given my slacks and shoes, but said they couldn’t find anything else. I was given the other two pair of panties I had purchased, and I slipped them into my pocket. Linda handed me a t-shirt to wear. It was yellow with flowers and the symbol for female. It also said "Flower Power of Womanhood". They giggled as I pulled it over my head. For socks I was given a pair of "peds" with the little ball at the back of the ankle. I looked at myself in the mirror. … I looked kind of effeminate with the t-shirt and curls. Linda, Sue, and Cathy kissed my cheek before I left, and I was told to come back, that I made a pretty, nice "sister". I looked at Cathy, and the girls in the hall. Maybe I would be back…..

I got a couple funny looks at the t-shirt I wore as I walked back, and raced up to my room when I got over to my dorm. I changed and threw the panties in the back of my dresser, and washed and brushed my hair before going to the store for some polish remover for my toenails.

I looked at the girls a little differently as I crossed the campus that afternoon.

The End ?

 

 

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